Sylaa Conquests: Jungle Seduction

Sylkaa's hunt began in a dream.

The Goddess of Seduction, who was sleeping soundly to the chorus of moans and whimpers from the few dozen thralls tangled up in her coils, dreamt she was in a jungle at night. Had she been there before? Sylkaa thought it strange that the jungle felt so...

natural

to her. Like she had lived there for an entire lifetime

.

Sylkaa dismissed her deja vu, pushing her focus back onto the scene unfolding before her. Through the mist of a tropical rainforest, appeared a tall, hardwood tree with two young women sleeping on its branches.

A predatory grin spread across the lamia's face as she moved in closer to the sleeping beauties.

And beauties were they ever.

The younger of the two slept on a branch halfway up the tree. She was a human woman with short, messy, dark hair and the hips of a belly dancer, sporting nothing more than a skimpy, burgundy cloth top over her modest-yet-ever-so-perky breasts and tight, matching thong around an even tighter ass. The girl's brown skin had a tinge of gold to its hue, like Sylkaa's own, and a silken quality to its texture that simply

begged

to be smothered in her coils.

On a branch further down the tree, another woman slept. Not quite human... she was a neko--with the ears and tail of a jungle cat--who was also

very well

-endowed with bountiful breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs. She had smooth, dark skin, while the fur on her ears and tail were even darker--jet black, like the fur of a black panther. Similarly to her human counterpart, the cat girl wore little clothing--just a stretched-thin, gray top and thong.

Sylkaa hovered up next to the panther girl and licked her lips. Leaning in close, the lamia opened her mouth to reveal two sharp fangs. With her kiss, Sylkaa bit into the girl's flesh.

When she pulled back, the neko woman smiled before vanishing in a silver light.

Humming, Sylkaa stretched up to the branch where she gave the human the same, sweet kiss before watching her glow silver and fade away....

Sylkaa awoke with a wide grin and swirling eyes.

Her prey had been marked.

Now, it was time for the

real

hunt to begin.

~

After having traveled across worlds and between dimensions, Sylkaa finally came to rest deep within the vast jungle from her dream, draping her thick, long coils over the branches of a large tree. Her iridescent scales, under the hot, midday sun, shined like gemstones of all colors as her serpentine body slithered continuously--never to cease its motion, even as she calmly lay waiting....

Her prey would be arriving soon. But they wouldn't see her. Not right away, at least. Instead, she would simply let her glittering scales shine through the leaf cover, attracting the soon-to-be passersby to her tree.

And then the fun would start.

Sylkaa's rattle began to shake in her excitement, sending soft, pleasant

ssshhh-ssshhh

sounds into the air. She brought a hand down below her waist, maneuvering two of her fingers in the folds that lie between two sections of scales below her waist, massaging the flesh to reveal her tight, glowing-pink pussy. Sylkaa lazily played with herself, rubbing her aching clit in slow circles while the tip of her tail wiggled its rattle between her folds. As her rattle shook, vibrating in her depths, a blissful smile spread across her face. Before long, the lamia's intoxicating juices began to flow... and with them came Sylkaa's most potent pheromones. While her glittering scales would reel in each catch, their shine couldn't keep them around forever. It would take just one whiff of her captivating aroma, however, to ensure that leaving would never cross the mind of her prey.

Soon...

Soon, she'd have two new toys to play with... to keep... to take back to her home world to live as her personal pets... willing to do whatever she desires... worshipping her like the goddess she is... and living in endless pleasure.

Two young women of the jungle were about to receive their first taste of that pleasure... as they grew closer to the trap... to the predator who was not quite like any other.

~~~~

As Monica stomped through the dense jungle, she couldn't help but scratch at the same itch that had been bothering her all day... a deep, aching itch on the side of her neck. She was powerless to stop herself from digging her nails into the already bloodied patches of skin.

But she had far bigger problems than an itchy neck.

"Wait up, girl-cub!" a voice called out from behind her.

Monica ignored the command, pushing her way onward. The young woman only came to a stop after breaking past a wall of foliage to arrive in a clearing--a sight quite rare so deep in the jungle--set around an overgrown tree.

What truly gave her pause, however, was how the tree seemed to shine in a glittering light and give off an unusual, yet not-at-all-unwelcome, aroma.

For a brief moment, Monica forgot her troubles as she took in the pleasant, relaxing scene.

But with the sound of footsteps approaching, Monica snapped back to reality. She turned to find the piercing yellow eyes of a woman emerging from the dense jungle behind her.

Baya strode into the clearing, wearing her usual sultry smile. As a panther neko, only Baya's slitted pupils and cat ears and tail would distinguish her from a human, like Monica. However, few huntresses of the jungle, no matter the species, boasted Baya's potent blend of curves and confidence--proven to have brought more than a few hunters and huntresses to their knees.

Before turning back to Monica, Baya took in their surroundings. Her confident smirk faltered momentarily as she scratched an itch on her neck while gazing up at the beautiful, glowing tree and breathing deeply of the tantalizingly sweet fragrance hanging in the air.

The panther girl broke free of her light trance when she took notice of Monica's glare. "Girl-cub..." she said with a sigh, "what are you doing--storming off into the jungle on your own?"

Monica stomped the ground with her barefoot and huffed. "I'm an adult now, Baya! A huntress! I can take care of myself!"

Baya rolled her eyes as she began to saunter lazily around the clearing, stroking her long, gleaming ponytail in her hands. "Don't tell me you're thinking about disobeying our decision and living out here alone...."

"So what if I am? You can't tell me that the decision was fair! I should be able to choose wherever I want to live!"

"I won't tell you that it's fair," Baya answered calmly, "because what's fair or unfair doesn't matter out here, girl-cub. In the jungle, it's the strongest who survive, and if you're not strong enough, you'll be snatched up... made to be nothing more than a subby sex slave for the rest of your days. So, unless you

want

to end up as a mindless pet, you have to leave the jungle, Monica.... It's for your own good."

"I can hold my own!" Monica argued, "I'm no prey! I'm a predator! And no less of one than you!"

Baya paused, lifting her eyebrow as she eyed the young human. "Is that so?" she asked, her grin spreading wider. "Well... if you're such a

fearsome

predator... then why don't you prove it?"

Monica stood up straighter, warily watching her mentor move in closer.

"Prove it...?

How?"

"Make me submit to you," Baya said with a smirk. "Use those

master huntress skills

of yours to get me

begging

for release!"

"You're not serious, are you?" Monica asked with arms crossed.

"I'm very serious," Baya said, adjusting her tone to show her sincerity. "In fact, let's make it a bet: If you can dominate me into cumming before I do the same to you, I'll tell the others that I changed my mind and think you should stay in the jungle."

"Wait...

really?"

Monica's eyes lit up.

"But..."

Baya continued, "if

I

dominate

you...

force you into surrender... pleading for me to finish you off... then you have to go live in the human village,

where you belong....

Oh, and you have to eat me out--to

keep

eating me out--until the sun goes down." The smirking neko girl moved a hand down below her waist, sneaking a few fingers past her thong to massage her sex.

Monica swallowed hard as she watched Baya's busy fingers.

"What do you say?" Baya asked, studying Monica as she withdrew her hand from her slit and ran her dampened fingers beneath Monica's nose.

The self-proclaimed huntress hesitated for a moment. Then, with a determined grin, Monica popped Baya's sticky fingers into her mouth. She slurped up any trace of her mentor's essence before pulling her head back and whispering through smoldering eyes,

"You're on."

Despite her projected confidence, Monica knew just as well as Baya that their contest was over before it began. All it took was one swift sweep of Monica's legs, and before the poor girl could react, Baya had her on her stomach, pinned to the jungle floor, where she hogtied the girl with ease, leaving her completely powerless.

"Rope!? Where did you get rope from!?" Monica shouted; face beet red as she fought a fruitless battle to free herself from Baya's expertly tied knot. "And where'd you even keep it...?" she said under her breath, eyeing Baya's skimpy outfit.

Baya, who was casually strolling in a circle around Monica while admiring her handiwork, laughed and shook her head before saying, "Well, girl-cub... a true huntress is prepared for whatever the jungle throws at her.... So, naturally, any adept huntress would carry rope with her." With her smirk as wide as ever, Baya leaned in next to Monica's ear, gave it a lick with her course tongue, and whispered, "Surely, you, being the master huntress and all, brought rope with you, too... right?"

Defeated, Monica let her chin rest on the muddy ground, answering her mentor's question without needing to spend a word.

Baya's face softened. She planted a kiss on Monica's forehead. "The village--it won't be so bad, Monica. Take a few years there to train more. Then if you still really want a life out here with us wild folk, I'll support you all the way... okay? But you won't come back. I can already see in your eyes that you're meant for something else.... You'll see that I'm right in time."

Monica sighed. "Yeah, whatever.... Can we just stop talking about it? I'd rather take whatever punishment you dish out then have to hear any more of this 'I know what's best for you' bullshit...."

"So eager to eat me out, hmm?" Baya teased, running her fingernails down Monica's exposed back. "You must be one thirsty girl! Well--" Baya's fingers snuck over the curve of her apprentice's perky ass as she spoke-- "be patient.... We haven't even finished our bet yet."

Monica's eyes widened as Baya's fingers wormed past her thong and between her folds. The girl-cub let out the first of many whimpers as the panther huntress worked the bound girl to climax at an agonizingly slow pace.

Getting little time to bask in her afterglow, Monica felt Baya move to sit facing her. After slipping off her bikini bottom, the neko spread her legs so that her bare pussy hovered just within reach of Monica's parted lips. Neither said a word as Monica began her punishment, licking up and down the length of the neko's slit. Baya purred, stroking the back of Monica's head as they settled into their roles for the evening.

~

At sundown, hours after Monica began serving her punishment, the neko reached one last climax before patting her apprentice on the head. "Okay, girl-cub..." Baya said as she cut Monica free, "I think that'll do. We might as well stay here for the night. You should get some sleep. You'll need it tomorrow. It's a long trek to the human village from here."

Scowling, Monica pulled her head back from Baya's soaking pussy and rubbed at her sore jaw. As the neko pulled up her bikini bottom, Monica got to her feet and, without giving Baya a single look or word, approached the nearby tree and climbed to a sturdy branch part-way up.

With her hands on her hips, Baya watched Monica silently settle in for sleep. "You can be mad all you want, girl-cub," she called up to her through cupped hands. "It's not going to change anything! You won't make it out here on your own. The human village--that's where you belong. The sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be."

Monica remained silent, rolling over on the branch so Baya could only see her back.

The panther huntress shook her head and sighed before claiming a branch further down the tree from Monica's. Lying back, she closed her eyes, and the jungle fell into relative tranquility.

As the night grew darker, Monica remained awake, unable to clear her mind of her troubles. Little did she know, the tree had a third resident who specialized in clearing minds.

"Ssssay now... what have we here?" Sylkaa asked. "It'ssss a girl-cub... a delicioussss girl-cub...."

The soft, sultry voice, like the rippling waters of a calming meadow, flowed quietly into her ears and chilled her spine. While the voice certainly sounded appealing, Monica wasn't in the mood for much socializing after her humiliating evening. She opened a groggy eye briefly and saw the looming lamia as little more than a blur. "Look, I've had a rough night. Not really in the mood to talk... no offense."

"Then stop talking and go to sleep already..." Baya said before yawning and drifting back to sleep.

After Sylkaa smirked down at the oblivious cat girl, she returned her attention to Monica. As she continued to hover closer to the human, her voice oozed out smoothly, so quiet that only Monica could hear. "Oh, but girl-cub... I only come to offer my assssssisstance...."

Monica sighed. She sat up, ready to tell off the stranger with the soothing voice. But then she saw her.

And she was stunning. Literally.

Monica clenched the moment her eyes landed on the lamia's perfect body. Big, pillowy breasts--nipples pert--bounced and swayed with her every move... skin glistening... beckoning Monica's eyes down her hourglass curves... to the hips that rivaled her own.

She had a beautiful, heart-shaped face, long, flowing, dark hair, plump pink lips... sharp, bright white teeth... smiling... grinning so wide.

And then there were those eyes.

Glowing orbs... like liquid gold... breathtaking... a beauty so profound that Monica simply had to stop and stare.

A mysterious power seemed to emanate with their glow--something magnetic--capable of pulling Monica's gaze into their depths. And while she could look away without struggle, it never took long for her eyes to end up back in the orbit of those burning suns.

Monica briefly considered whether she should be concerned about the stranger's power, but she couldn't possibly believe that those shining treasures would be capable of anything sinister.

As Monica was trapped in awe of the eyes now hovering a few feet away, she passively accepted the growing presence of coils slithering quietly all around her.

"Don't you want to know what I have to ssssay?" Sylkaa asked, nodding her head with a grin.

Monica, whose eyes had quickly grown glassy and half-lidded as she watched the lamia, found herself nodding along with Sylkaa.

"Gooood... then stay nice and quiet for me, okay? Don't want to wake up our friend just yet.... So, lissssten... jusssst lissssten to me... to my ssssoft voice... eyes on me...."

Happily trapped in Sylkaa's glittering gaze, Monica followed the impulse to mouth the word "eyes." Nonetheless, she kept silent, falling in line with what the lamia had commanded of her.

"I couldn't help but overhear you earlier," Sylkaa whispered, her voice immediately drawing Monica's attention. "You wish to sssstay in the jungle, no? To be sssseen as sssstrong enough--a

true, dominant

predator. Isn't that right?"

Monica paused, stuck in the shine of the scales, and the glow of those golden eyes until she heard a sweet sound...

ssshhh-ssshhh...

the shake of the rattle at the tip of the lamia's tail, which now hovered inches from her ear. Accompanying the pleasing tingles radiating down her spine, the rattle seemed to tug playfully at her mind, gently guiding the young huntress's focus back onto the question that she was meant to answer. Monica nodded.

"I can help you..." Sylkaa said, the calm of her voice pairing well with the gentle sway of her hips--from side to side in a slow, methodical rhythm. "I have this little...

ssssecret....

A secret that makes me abssssolutely irresissssitible... makes all the ssssilly, ssssexy jungle ssssluts ssssooo ssssubmissssssive to me...." As the lamia's hips swung, so too did her bare breasts--twin pendulums swaying in sync. Every tantalizing jiggle... every bewitching bounce... fanned the flames of the jungle girl's already blazing lust. "I can teach you my secret.... Would you like that...?"

While Monica would have generally assumed that the lamia's offer was too good to be true, the charmed huntress never questioned a thing, finding it more than comfortable to believe that this breathtaking beauty certainly could show her a thing or two.

Sylkaa's grin widened as Monica nodded. "Gooood... then jusssst keep your eyessss on me.... Watch me... closely.... Watch my every move...."

Sylkaa closed her eyes, briefly severing Monica's view of her golden orbs but serving to build the huntress's anticipation into a fever pitch. Then Sylkaa's body began to move in wondrous waves, as if she was slithering in place.

The moonlight caught in Sylkaa's otherworldly iridescent scales... and Monica froze. Her eyes were assaulted by a dazzling light show that forced them to widen and take in as much of Sylkaa's charms as possible.

The coils rose, blossoming into a beautiful, glittering spiral that settled in place directly behind Sylkaa... and those stunning eyes....

Suddenly, the gold of Sylkaa's eyes intensified, drawing in every ounce of Monica's attention like a black hole devouring a forgotten star. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Monica floated, motionless, in the gravity of some incredible power billowing behind the brilliant golden pools of the serpentine seductress's ensnaring gaze.

Then, a flicker. A spark. From the center of her left eye... a drop of green. A green so alive, invigorating, like the breath of the jungle itself, pouring directly into Monica's unraveling mind--all bursting forth from that single, growing ripple of emerald green.

But wait--the huntress's mind stalled at the sight of a new ring of color expanding out from her right pupil. This time, it was a soothing blue. Engulfing Monica in the most serene sense of calm. Lulling her into a cozy, pleasant drowsiness.

The blue gave way to gold once more. That pure golden shine worthy of worship. Imbuing Monica with a desire to

obey... lust... lusting to obey.

Those three colors--gold, green, blue--flowed as glowing, pulsing rings, cascading outward from the centers of her eyes in ever-changing patterns. Monica's mind took it all in. The most wondrous puzzle that she just

had

to study... to understand... until she forgot she was trying to solve anything at all and simply stared... and stared... lips parting... letting the colors wash over her... through her... surrounding her... coiling her mind like the cool, smooth-scaled tail was starting to coil her body. Slowly, from the huntress's waist, the tail looped its way upwards, leaving no inch uncovered. Not that Monica could see. She couldn't pull her eyes away from Sylkaa's if she (for some unimaginable reason) ever wanted to.

The tip of her tail gave one last shake of its rattle before clasping around Monica's neck and squeezing.

"Glk!" the prey choked out. Her eyelids retreated to the furthest edges of her vision, exposing every inch of her blank, white eyes to the colors that wasted no time drilling to the deepest depths of Monica's head.