Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Nicole's Note: This two-chapter story is from a cisgirl's perspective and features brainwashing, hypnosis, anal/vaginal penetration, humiliation, ass smothering/worship, and mutual nonconsent. There are also some elements of choking/collaring. Enjoy!
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"You're sure about this?" The batgirl merchant eyed her skeptically, glancing down at the glimmering emerald brooch. "I'm leaving town tomorrow. I won't be about to give you a refund."
"I gave you the money, didn't I?" Limini held out her hand with a small smile. Her voice twanged with a Western Plains accent, friendly but firm. "No offense, but where I'm from, that means it ought to be in my hands by now."
The peddler shrugged and handed the necklace over. Her large, pointed bat ears twitched uneasily. "I'm just saying, the thing requires a lot of focus to use, and it won't work right past the first few seconds if you get too distracted. But you know best, I suppose."
"These will activate whenever someone tries to grab me, right?"
"Whenever someone takes you off your own feet." The batgirl held up a finger. "That could be grabbing, could be shoving. But yeah. Anyone who tries it will be in for a rude surprise."
Limini placed the brooch around her neck and clicked the clasp. "That's what I like to hear." She tipped her wide-brimmed hat and smirked. "Thanks very much, ma'am."
The batgirl gave a grim little smile. "Hey, it's your funeral if you lose control. Just be careful with those. The spectacles, too. Heck, even the box. There's no perfect defense against a good hypnotist, and you gotta have a backup plan if you're gonna be tangling with demons."
Limini turned away and walked back to her horse, tucking the little pair of tinted dark glasses into her shirt pocket. "Oh, I always do. And for your information..." The bounty hunter clambered up and sat herself down in the saddle, and flicked the reins. The horse started off at a trot. "... I'm not the one who'll be getting tangled up tonight."
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Limini left the horse tethered outside with a bag of oats as she ventured into the old keep.
Ruined castles like this were a common sight in Lacra, and some of them weren't even that old. The Royal Family hadn't died out so very long ago at all. This particular castle, though, was placed close to the coast, and the proximity to wind and surf had worn severely at its foundations. It looked decrepit, a building on the losing side of a bitter war against time.
No doubt the thing that lay across the strait didn't help, of course. Demon-tainted winds never did.
Limini had to wonder at that. This was the closest she'd ever been to the Emerald Jungle—the twisted Verdant Cataclysm across the sea, tainted beyond repair by sinful energy, its every living being corrupted into an avatar of demonic temptation. A lot of bounty hunters and adventurers saw the Emerald Jungle as a good place to make easy money when no one was hiring. Limini knew better, and had always stayed well clear.
She wondered why her target would have come here, so very close. Was the Jungle drawing them here? Or... she banished the thought.
In the open box in her hand danced a graceful ballerina, spinning and twirling and swirling with the blue magics animating her. The box was barely the size of Limini's open fist, the ballerina barely the size of a grasshopper, and fine glowing azure threads connected her to the base as she leaped and twirled.
The music emanating from the box was quiet. Very, very quiet. Still, Limini flinched at how the dainty tune echoed off of the crumbling stone walls around her.
The closer she got to the source of these demonic energies, she'd been told, the faster the music would play, and the faster the little ballerina would dance. And the ballerina spun faster the deeper Limini went into the castle. Limini was close. And judging by the strength of the energies, she knew in her gut the demon had to be mighty indeed.
Her heart raced.
Finally. Finally, she was going to get some damn
payback
.
Limini made her way down the hall towards a great metal door. As the music sped to a merry festival dance, she paused, briefly running her hands over her eyes to place the anti-eye contact spell that reduced the eyes of those she encountered to blank white orbs. It wasn't a perfect anti-hypnosis protection, of course. Nothing was. Which was why she followed up with the tinted spectacles.
Limini grinned. She
always
had backup plans. Lots and lots of them. This time, she was going to bring Celeste to her knees at last.
Not that coil fiends had knees. Or legs at all, really.
Limini rolled her eyes. No matter.
She came to a rest right before the door and crouched, setting the music box down by her side before leaning in to listen at the rusty keyhole.
The music was racing, an infectiously catchy melody now, and the ballerina leaped and spun with a speed that caused her diaphanous white dress to fly up almost provocatively. Limini's attention singled in on her sense of hearing. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
She didn't hear anything but the music. And she couldn't see anything through the rust and grime.
Limini straightened, adjusted her leather jacket a little, cracked her back in a leisurely stretch, and twirled her fingers to warm up her magic. She'd learned the hard way that demons could be highly resistant to enchantments, of course—but 'resistant' and 'immune' were two very different things.
And it was time to show this damn snake who was Mistress.
The wizardess took another deep breath to steady her nerves... and opened the door.
The chamber beyond was a little better-decorated than the halls leading to it, Limini noted subconsciously. The walls glimmered with the remnants of inset gems long-since pried out by looters, and the windows were a deep emerald-green hue that cast the whole room in a faerie glow beneath the moonlight. The floor was decorated with complex abstract blue-and-white tile, the blue mosaics spiraling like waves.
And the woman in here was not human. Not even remotely.
Two dainty silver slippers glided and flitted across the mosaic like fluttering moths, graceful and delicate in their dance. With eight segment horns rising from her long, flowing bloodred hair, skin mottled green, red and gold like a garden spider's belly, and a flicking tail tipped with a heart-shaped barb, their wearer was about as blatantly demonic as one could be.
But she was beautiful. Gorgeous. Breathtaking, even.
Limini couldn't help but admire that pronounced, indulgent swell of her hips as the woman swayed in time to the song of the music box. Her lips were plump, and neon green. Her tail—long and red and sinuous, rising from under the swishing diaphanous crimson skirt—swished and flicked in time, and Limini grinned, noticing how it kept pulling the skirt up, revealing a pair of flawless, plump cheeks ripe for grabbing. The succubus had a perfect bubble butt, and it jiggled enticingly as she swung her hips to and fro. Ribbons red and gold fluttered from her arms and hair, complementing the motions. All she wore aside from the almost see-through skirt were some even more ethereal red silks around her chest. She was a being of perfect temptation, perfect sexuality.
But this succubus was not Celeste.
Limini sighed. She had tracked down the wrong demon.
At the sigh, the demon paused, though her swaying didn't stop. She turned to face Limini, blinking big, blank white eyes. "Oh! Well,
hello
." Her hips swung to one side, then to the other. "I was wondering where the song was coming from." She smiled brightly. "It's
so
wonderful to meet you."
"Likewise," Limini said politely, hiding her disappointment. She gave a short bow. "The name's Limini, sugar."
"Nidalvectes," the succubus said, looking delighted at Limini's manners. "But you can call me Tess, my sweet."
Limini brushed her hair back with a casual smile. "You're quite the dancer, aren't you, Tess?"
Tess raised one eyebrow, smiling quizzically. "I suppose I've had much time to practice." She tilted her head slightly. "Are you a dancer?" Her hips swayed.
Not Celeste. But still very beautiful. And very interested in Limini right now.
"Oh, no. Just an appreciator of the fine arts." Limini laughed. "All left feet, I'm afraid."
"Perhaps I could teach you a few steps?" Tess's lashes fluttered. Limini couldn't make out much in the way of details about those eyes, thanks to her spell, but she could tell Tess was eyeing her up. Admiring her.
Limini smirked. She didn't mind being ogled. "Oh, I'll bet you could." She eyed the demoness's gorgeous round ass with naked appreciation. "I'll bet I could teach you a few myself."
Tess giggled. "Oh, you're a delight!"
"Are you the only demon in this castle?" Limini kept her voice casual, sauntering around the dancing succubus—but never taking her eyes off her.
She wasn't afraid of Tess. She'd handled succubi before, and they were nothing compared to a coil fiend. Still, she didn't like taking risks, and she could tell from the tail that Tess was some sort of succubus 'offshoot'. There could be some surprises.
"Were you hoping for more?" Tess winked. "Perhaps I could call a friend?"
"Nah, I'm good." Most succubi were long past still possessing the strength to gate in 'friends', Limini knew. Tess was probably bluffing. But no need to be stupid about this when Tess was being so kind and unsuspecting. "You're quite enough for any woman, I'll bet."
"Aww, thank you!" Tess tossed her hair with a flirty little smile—and gave her ass a little bouncy wiggle. "I try to be. And aren't
you
a pretty thing yourself!"
Limini made a show of cooing her humility, glancing down over her own body. Her strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes tended to attract attention for their exotic novelty, especially this far north, but she knew Tess wasn't looking at her eyes. Limin's comfortable jacket-robe was left unbuttoned at the moment due to the heat, and her massive breasts and lithe, fit physique were on full display within her tight-fitting short shorts and white blouse.
"You're too modest," Tess purred, watching Limini over her shoulder with a sly smile as her ass wiggled. "Oh, to see those legs
spring
into the air..."
"Aw." Limini giggled, watching the ass's slow, rhythmic pendulum sway. "Well, I'm sure you already see plenty of pretty girls, bein' some manner of demoness." She left a note of uncertainty in her voice, as if she wasn't fully sure that Tess
was
a demon. Best to keep Tess underestimating her a little longer yet.
"Oh, it's a lonely life in the Jungle," Tess said with a pout. She twirled back, matching the rising swell of the music, and swung her hips in time. "There are plentiful beautiful creatures, of course—plant-tainted demons and demon-tainted plants—but little can compare to the
true
beauty of the mortal world."
"Oh, yeah? Well, if you're looking for mortals, an old castle doesn't seem like the best bet." Limini kept her tone neutral, flippant, even as she picked at the conversation with a jeweler's delicacy.
"This is a resting place." Tess raised her arms above her heads and gyrated her whole body with the fluidity of a trained belly dancer. Limini licked her hips. Gods, but Tess had a perfect ass. To grasp that plump, jiggling butt... "Although
you
are an exquisite surprise. Were you looking for something?"
"Mm..." Limini shrugged. "Well, you know how adventuring is. It looks like this place has been picked pretty clean, though." The ass swayed back and forth with such an addictive rhythm. The bounty hunter cleared her throat. "You... must be lonely here. So far from other demons."
She was pretty sure now that Celeste was nowhere near here. She just had to finish crushing her hopes... so she could move on to crushing Tess's will and having some
fun
to take her mind off it.
"Oh, you would be surprised how tiresome their company can get. Other succubi are so preoccupied with carnal pursuits."
"Mm-hm." Limini nodded lazily. "I'll bet."
"Oh, yes. Other demons are constantly looking for pleasure and indulgence when left to each other's embrace. And the pleasure of a demon's touch is delectable, of course, but you would be amazed at how dull it can become." Tess's voice was sweet and musical. It nestled itself easily into the music box's melody. Matched the swinging of her hips perfectly. "How easily one can get lost in the monotony, the repetition, the grind."
A short silence hung, punctuated only by the music. "Oh, yes?" Limini asked softly, subconsciously reluctant to disturb the rhythm.
"Oh,
yes
." She needn't have worried. Tess's rhythm was perfect. It absorbed all, even Limini's gentle voice. Tess's sweet, syrupy voice dominated all. "They get so obsessed with corruption, with sex, with the constant
push-and-pull
against the Woven Wall. The constant...
back and forth.
"
