Everything felt very, very good to Ben right now.
Ben was in heaven. He moaned and drooled and stared open-mouthed up into Moira's beautiful eyes as the lovely witch petted his hair--like he was a favored but rambunctious pet that had just learned to heel. She leaned in close with a wide, triumphant smile. "Yes," she murmured smugly, caressing his cheek, "you'll be such a
goooooood
pet for Moira now, won't you? It's
just you and me.
"
"uunnhh... Moira..." Ben's head lolled, and he would have swooned if he could, but the swirling colorful mists around them seemed to prop up his limp body, wrapping around him and keeping him safe and warm in Moira's clutches.
"Aw, so
eeeeasy
!" Moira exclaimed, and she laughed, a low, throaty laugh that sent tingles up Ben's spine and down to the tips of his fingers. "Your will's just dripping away like batter on my fingers, my
sweeet
~"
"gguhh...
yess
..." Ben's voice was slurred and incoherent. His tongue felt like a sticky weight. his lips felt like they weren't his own. He felt utterly powerless. His chest continued to rise and fall, immersing himself deeper and deeper in Moira's scent, her voice, her intoxicating power...
"Yes?" Moira giggled, and her smirk widened. "
Yes
, you're easy for me? So you agree?"
Her taunting coo sent shivers through Ben's whole body, made his cock twitch and stiffen against its confines. He felt so embarrassed, so small, but he just couldn't fight. Moira was too powerful. Too beautiful. Too... too...
As her grin widened, her eyes began to spiral inwards again, deeper and deeper, slower and slower, as if she were drawing the words right out of him, like a spider pulling at a strand of her web to bring close the fly...
"yesss," he moaned, barely remembering the question. Nonetheless, his cheeks burned. He knew it had to be something degrading, something shameful, from how Moira's grin widened at his helpless response. "yess, you're... you're s-so right, Moira..."
"Of course I am!" she cooed. "Moira is
always
right. Moira is
so very
much
smarter
than dumb, silly
boys
."
Ben moaned and drooled, cursing his weakness but helpless to those eyes, helpless to that husky, velvety purr. And beautiful girls had been controlling him an awful lot lately... it almost felt like it
must
be true.
"
Sooooo easy
," she whispered with a big, arrogant grin--a grin Ben wanted to be frustrated with, knew he ought to be
infuriated
towards, but oh, gods, it felt so
good
to lose to her again...
"easy," he whimpered. As Moira leaned in closer, her scent became overpowering, driving all thoughts away but those of her beauty, of her husky voice dripping with lust, of her tight and yet silken-gloved grip upon his will. His eyes sank helplessly to her luscious lips, her massive, glimmering breasts...
"Just
imagine
," she purred, unbearably pleased at where his gaze had descended, "
how easy everything will feel...
"
Ben gasped. His eyes shot back to Moira's spiraling depths, and his whole world shimmered and melted as if staring through terrible burning heat. "M-Moira," he whimpered.
Her fingers had sunk below without him even noticing.
He quivered and whined and licked his lips, heart beginning to race as her finger
traced
ever-so-delicately
through his trousers
along his throbbing, pleading erection.
"... when you are
under Moira's thumb
," the witch said sweetly.
The magical world around them began to bend and warp--not just in Ben's imagining. The mists of Moira's subspace were swirling to delicate peaks like freshly whipped cream, and Ben felt himself being plucked from the ground by a sloping reclining armchair chair, an impossibly soft grip that eased him onto his back, that hugged him tight and encouraged him to go totally limp.
Every ounce of Ben's will was squirming in Moira's grasp like a little serpent, and he tried so hard not to yield. The awareness sounded like incessant bells in his mind that if he surrendered now, if he lay back in her domain, she would make him
hers
. Maybe forever.
But her fingertips coaxed him, tamed him, stroked his will like a little kitten. He whimpered and mewled in helpless pleasure as he melted into the warm embrace of her magic and settled back onto the chair.
"You know where you are now," Moira purred, "don't you?"
"Y-Your... su... subspace..." Ben's voice was like molten goo, dripping from his lips as his tongue lolled, slurred and nearly incomprehensible.
"That's
right
!" Moira gave a sinister chuckle. She descended over him, straddling his hips. Her fingers lingered between their legs, continuing their wicked, tantalizing stroking along his cock. Up and down. Up and down. "You're in
Moira's
domain now, little pet. It's just
you
and
me
. And do you know what that means?"
Ben trembled and whimpered. He couldn't look away from her breasts now--they hung over him, jiggling, enticing and irresistible. His whole world lay between them, bounced and squished between them as his mind went softer and softer, as his cokc went harder and harder...
"I control everything in here," Moira cooed, "don't I? " Her finger stroked up to the base. "And that means Moira controls
you
," Her finger stroked down, slowly, achingly slowly, to the tip, and swirled slowly around it, "
doesn't
it?"
"guhh...
yesss, hhmmmoirrraa
...."
Ben couldn't fight it. He never could have fought it. He was Moira's. He was in her domain, trapped beneath her. Trapped beneath those gorgeous, angelic tits...
"Here, I can conjure whatever pleases me," Moira purred, leaning in closer, giggling as he brainlessly ogled her breasts without any capacity to stop even as he blushed and squirmed beneath her touch. He knew he was drooling. He couldn't stop. "Whatever. Pleases. Moira~"
"
ppleeeasse Moirraa...
"
"Please?" Moira smirked. "Please
what
, my sweet boy?" She leaned in closer and reached down, tugging down the neckline of her dress, allowing her breasts to come spilling out--full and jiggling and soft, yielding, inviting, their scent blanketing Ben in an intoxicating cocktail of surrender.
Ben's eyes crossed. His tongue lolled. A trail of drool dripped down his chin. He could only stare in simple, hopeless, helpless, utterly subdued desire. "gguhh..."
"Please what, little
toy
?" Moira sang, and she reached down and slipped her hand under his trousers, wrapped her hand around his cock. "Please Moira? Is that what you want to do? My,
my
, such eagerness!"
Ben moaned brainlessly. He gawked at the flawless, heavy, cushiony tits, drooling, panting, feeling them filling his mind with soft, pillowy perfection, squishing every other thought into limp submission...
... and Moira gave his cock a long, indulgent pump, and he
came
.
It was humiliating. Ben couldn't help it. Even as he felt his pants vanishing away into the mists, he moaned and mewled, red-faced with the heat of wonderful, embarrassing pleasure. He drowned in it, his cock spurting so
early
, his eyes locked needily on Moira's breasts. He bucked in senseless bliss, unbearable ecstasy pouring into his mind and briefly incapacitating it.
He sank into afterglow, drooling and moaning. Every now and then his cock twitched and dribbled weakly, and he could instinctively tell it was already ready to go again.
He was so deep under, not even his docile, Moira-puppeted mind had the strength to push Lucy out anymore.
~ ~ ~ ~
"F-Finally!" Lucienne burst out. She glared and shoved Moira off of her--the witch floated up into the air, looking startled--and sat up abruptly. She felt Ben's head swimming a little from the sudden motion, but she wasn't letting him drive anymore, not for a
long
time, with how easily he'd clearly given in. Her heart was pounding. "Nice try, Moira! You can't--"
Her eyes fixed as Moira swung back upright, causing her fat tits to bounce and wobble. "--take--"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moira's smile return, wider and smugger than ever. The breasts jiggled and slowly settled. "--me down--" Lucienne squeaked.
Moira drifted closer, and Lucienne scooted away, only to find violet twine wrapping around her and Ben's combined form's legs from the enchanted chair, loosely entangling them. The breasts drew nearer, quivering with every motion. "... that..."
Her voice trailed off to a whisper. Moira's tits hung before her, so heavy, those pert nipples just below her eye level.
"
Eeeeasy
?" Moira cooed.
Lucienne squirmed.
Moira descended back towards her, her smile widening as she drew out a stick of pink chalk. "So
sweet
of you to join us, little specter," she purred, eyes sparkling with delight. "There was no need to be in such a rush, though! I
did
say I'd take care of you." Her voice rose to a sultry, condescending coo. "Were you feeling left out?"
"N-No," Lucienne stammered, "I-I was... was..."
"... wondering how it
felt
, perhaps," Moira murmured silkily, as she landed to straddle Lucienne--precisely, Lucienne thought, biting her lip, just as she had Ben a moment ago.
Lucienne felt her heart fluttering in her chest, and cursed that she suddenly had one that could be so easily won. Moira's tits bounced up and down before her eyes, keeping her vision firmly fixed no matter how she implored them to look away. They were so beautiful, so... shimmery...
Why should she need to look away, anyways? She told herself it was silly. She was fine. Moira couldn't... do anything to
her
, really. Ben was the one in trouble. And now Ben was safe. Following Ben into the subspace was always tricky--the place was so suffused with magic, it always took a minute to find its frequencies and manifest properly, to keep the inherent magic from miring her like sticky syrupy quicksand--but now that she'd made it, Ben was safe.
And since she was only borrowing this body, she was safe, too. A soul catcher couldn't do anything to...
Her mouth watered as Moira leaned in close, smirking, her hand reaching around to stroke Lucienne's hair--her hands were so soft--and guide her head down towards Moira's beautiful tits...
...couldn't...... do... anything... to her... as long as she was safe in Ben's body...
... right?
"I'm not surprised you followed us in, cute little specter," Moira whispered, as Lucienne unthinkingly licked her lips. "It
