Goblin's Note: I strongly recommend you read the first half of this story before you start here! :)
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Cedwyn's heart stopped cold.
Lilyana's voice lilted on as her flower continued to suck his cock. "So
ditzy
and
silly
and—"
The apprentice witch recoiled with a cry, the buzz in his head fading beneath pounding panic. He fell back, the succubus flower coming off his dick with a loud, wet
pop
.
He heard Lilyana let out a little groan of disappointment, but he was already scrambling to his feet, racing for the path—he had to get out, had to get away, she was some kind of predator, she was going to
eat him and spit out his bones
—
He heard her call out to him, but he ignored her, racing for the path through the thicket—which was, he realized, slowly creeping shut again. With a hoarse cry, he released a blast of raw arcane energy, and the plants recoiled as though burned. He sprinted through.
One of the vines ducked down toward his shoulder. He ducked underneath, ignoring the alraune as she called out again. He leaped out of the brambles, racing for the edge of the clearing—
WHUMF
Darkness enveloped him— soft, cool darkness—and he let out a muffled scream. He clawed at the leathery mass that had covered his head, yanking at it, trying to rip it from his face before it—
Oh.
"You forgot your coat," he heard Lilyana say softly. "You... wouldn't want to forget that, would you?"
He blinked down... at the ragged coat he held in his hands.
"You saw one of the skulls." The not-alraune gave a sigh. "I... should really get rid of those, I know. You must have been terrified."
He stared at the coat, carefully staying silent.
"It's just... difficult." she went on. "They have so many
memories
attached to them. I guess you could say I live in the past a little." She let out a rueful laugh. "Oh, boy, you must have been so frightened. I'm sorry."
He bit his lip. He'd expected her to grab him, or try to swarm him in brambles or something. But she didn't sound angry, or amused, or cruel. She just sounded sad.
Maybe a bit bitter.
"What?" he managed. Not turning, he took another step forward, safely placing himself outside the clearing. Instantly, he felt a little bit better. Less dizzy. His vision was a bit clearer, too.
"You know what the Witch's Gallows were used for, I trust?"
"Um... yes." Cedwyn swallowed. "Inquisitors used to come by and capture suspected witches and... trial them here. As I understand it."
"Ha!" This laugh had some genuine mirth to it, but it was a bloodied, serrated blade of mirth. "Not much trial. The witches they took out here were already guilty in the inquisitors' eyes. They just executed them on the spot."
"... oh." Cedwyn nearly turned around, but stopped himself. "So that skull..."
"I don't know her name," Lilyana said. "But I remember her weeping as they tied the rope around her neck. Poor girl. It was... truly something to see."
A cool silence hung over the forest.
"But you needn't fear that, do you, boy?" Her voice turned warmer. "They are kind to witches now, you tell me. You must feel so safe now."
"I... maybe?" He swallowed.
She sounded curious. "Oh? Is there something bothering you, sweetie?"
He flushed. Everything about her manner, the way she addressed him, the way she smiled at him, told him that he ought to listen and do as she said. But something about her manner just felt... mischievous, at the very least. "I felt... weird. Hazy."
"... oh?" Her voice was unmistakeably sultry. "Sweet boy, I've heard that before, but usually not as a complaint."
"W-what?"
"Well, some boys and girls are just... silly." He heard her giggle. "
Especially
the boys. It's silly how they react. But something about me just makes them want to turn into giggly little airheaded messes that want to spend the rest of the day playing with me and my lovey-dovey flowers."
Cedwyn winced as she mentioned the flowers, remembering how her flower had felt on his cock. It had been so... wet. So slick and warm and soft. He felt hazy just thinking about it.
Lilyana paused a moment, then went on with a tinkling laugh, "But I'm sure
this
is something completely different!"
Cedwyn's mouth was dry. His head was spinning. "I... I really should be going."
There was another pause.
"I'm sorry, what?" She gave a pouty sigh. "I can barely hear you mumbling, boy."
"I really should be going!" he said, louder, trying desperately to keep his tone civil.
"Look at me when you're talking to me, sweetie; I can't understand a word you're saying."
He turned around without even thinking.
And Lilyana smiled.
The flower's petals had lowered, and now her whole upper body was visible. She had a flat, toned stomach, and long, soft arms that spoke of a truly loving embrace. Her waist was impossibly narrow, her hips wide.
But from the second he turned around, Cedwyn's eyes were glued to her massive, shining breasts.
It wasn't just that they were massive (though they were easily the size of her head).
It wasn't just how soft they looked (though he could tell from how her hands sank into them that he could fall asleep atop them with tender ease).
It wasn't how they jiggled and bounced as she pressed them against each other (bouncing back and forth, up and down, back and forth...).
It wasn't how the sunlight reflected off them, showing how smooth their skin was (so shiny, the light dazzled his eyes), or how the dark green aerolae and nipples were prominent and dripping with moisture (and he was so, so thirsty).
It was the way their owner looked at him in that moment as he stared at them. As though, in that scant instant, she had looked into his eyes and instantly seen his most mind-melting weakness... and she liked what she saw.
For a long moment, he just stared, shellshocked.
Her voice came, soft and sweet and silky as a slithering serpent. "Oh, aren't they pretty?"
His face was burning. His eyes ran over the alraune's prodigious curves like he was touching them, lost in their smoothness, lost in their slow, jiggly motion.
"The boys and girls always like them," she teased. "They certainly are nice and heavy. Heavy and soft and smooth... like a good boy's mind."
"W-what?" This made him start a little, blinking blearily up until her eyes intercepted his and nudged his back down meekly to her tits. "I d... I don't..."
"No?" She giggled. "Well, that's okay. You don't have to like them. You're just watching them because it's so, so easy to watch, isn't it?"
"Um... yeah."
"So easy to stare at them, admire them." Her voice lowered to a husky purr. "You know, some of my playmates have had trouble with these breasts. Can you believe it?"
She began to rhythmically bounce her breasts together. He watched them jiggle and swing, his eyes following them as they went back and forth, back and forth, up and down... "Um."
"Oh, yes, my sweet, sweet boy." The alraune shook her head ruefully. "Some of the most silly, ditzy, dizzy visitors I've had could even get
hypnotized
by them.
Lost
in them. Isn't that funny?"
He was barely taking in what she was saying as he watched her breasts swing. "... Um..."
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked suddenly.
Her question filtered slowly in, and his face reddened as he registered it. But the question oozed away just as quickly, and he was left disoriented, trying to remember what he'd been asked. Cedwyn bit his lip, watching her gorgeous tits bounce. "Um... um..."
"Perfect, aren't they?" she cooed. "Flawless."
"Flawless," he slurred, slightly annoyed that she was still talking to him with this nonsense when he just wanted to watch her perfect, flawless breasts.
"So easy to just watch them. So easy to sink into them." She slowly began spiraling her fingers inwards towards her nipples, and he watched helplessly, intoxicated by the sight. "And isn't it
nice
to sink into it? Isn't it
fun
?"
"Easy," he heard himself murmur, and was momentarily disturbed at how little the voice truly sounded like him. It was so distant. So... hazy. Like he was hearing himself down a distant tunnel.
"
Eeeeasy
," she whispered, and her voice was so sweet and liquidy, it could have trickled between his ears without his even noticing.
"Easy," he whispered again. He swayed slightly, staring through the thick pink haze into those soft, beautiful, wonderful breasts.
There was a long silence.
"Goodness, sweetie," Lilyana remarked, "you almost sound a little...
hypnotized
!"
He blinked. Slowly. Dazedly. Being hypnotized meant... that meant he was silly. Dizzy. Ditzy. Easy. "'m not h'pntzzl," he protested.
She giggled for some reason. "Okay, sweet boy. You say you're not hypnotized?"
"Mm." He shook his head, trying to shake out some of this strange haze. He blinked rapidly, staring at her perfect, smooth, round breasts, wondering why it was so hard for him to focus—and why he was so helplessly, hopelessly
horny
right now.
"Look me in the eye when you speak to me, baby," she said sweetly.
"Yes, Lilyana," he whispered, continuing to ogle her chest.
She giggled again, this time in unmistakeable triumph. "Goodness, sweet boy, you just can't look away, can you?"
He mumbled, blushing furiously. Why couldn't he look away? Damn it, he felt so... so
silly
right now.
"Can't look away from my perfect, beautiful breasts," she said softly, running her hands over them slowly, emphasizing their smoothness, their perfection. "Because it's so easy to look. To sink. Deeper and deeper and deeper."
He swayed. He felt a vine tenderly wrap around his neck, and appreciated it, as it helped him to remain standing. It slowly slithered around his neck and snaked down his back, looping under each arm. He stared at her ample cleavage, mouth watering. Her breasts were flushing a deep forest green.
Why couldn't he look away?
"You just...
melt
." Her voice was so soft, so smooth, like velvet running over his body. "Melt into slick little goo for me. Just a happy little melty boy for me."
The vine looped underneath his other arm. He mumbled something in response—a denial, no doubt. He wasn't... he wasn't melting. How silly.
Silly. He giggled faintly. Silly. Silly and hazy and... He sank into the soft grasp of the vine, almost oozing into its grip. Silly and hazy and dizzy and ditzy. He giggled again, relaxing in the vine's embrace.
