Whoremoans

"Breathe deep, pretty flower," Lilac said, and the entire clearing

moved

.

Every leaf, every flower, every blade of grass swayed as a gentle breeze began to blow. Small ripples formed on the pond's surface, reshaping what little light still came over the trees into brilliant patterns.

Looking around in wonder, Myrtle noticed something strange: all the flowers seemed to have turned towards her. As she prepared to ask Lilac about it though, it hit her.

The flowers smelled, and it was

incredible

. It was the same sweet fragrance as that of the flower Lilac had given her, but turned up to eleven. It filled the air around Myrtle so completely, that Myrtle could have thought there was no air left. Not that she would mind if that were the case; the aroma was simply

heavenly

.

It took her a few moments to realise she'd been doing exactly as Lilac had instructed, filling her lungs with as much of the flower-scented air as they could contain.

Lilac got off the rock she was sitting on and sat behind Myrtle. "Isn't it wonderful?" she said, as she started massaging Myrtle's shoulders.

It was, it really was. The flowers' aroma caused a pleasant numbness to spread across Myrtle's body, and it wrapped around her mind like a soft blanket. Those sensations melded seamlessly with Lilac's massage, and it was all Myrtle could do to not close her eyes and drift off.

Some part of Myrtle found that concerning, but as she tried to tense her limp muscles, Lilac leaned forward and whispered, "Shhh, shhh, shhh... You are safe, pretty flower.

Relax.

"

Myrtle's body obeyed almost before her mind had time to process the word. No, not the word - the

command

. That final word, softly spoken though it was, was a

command

.

And Myrtle...

liked

it?

Yes. Yes she did. She

liked

breathing in the sweet aroma of the flowers, letting it sedate her mind, and doing as Lilac said. It was simultaneously thrilling and unspeakably relaxing, and any part of Myrtle that wanted to resist it was quickly succumbing to the flowers and Lilac's incredible massage.

"Good girl," Lilac cooed, sending tingles all the way down Myrtle's spine. "Good,

good

girl..."

A placid smile took shape on Myrtle's lips. She found herself being eased backwards, and her head came to rest on Lilac's lap; Lilac's captivating eyes were fixed on hers.

The nymph had

such

pretty eyes, like bottomless lilac pools. They tugged at Myrtle's gaze, pulling her deeper, deeper,

deeper

... She couldn't look away, but that was okay; she couldn't imagine why she'd ever want to. After all, Lilac had

such

pretty eyes...

Myrtle slowly became aware of Lilac speaking, and made the herculean effort of pulling enough of her attention away from Lilac's eyes to understand the words.

"That's right, pretty flower," Lilac was saying. "You are doing

so

well. Breathing in my flowers' fragrance, staring into my pretty eyes..." She started running her fingers through Myrtle's hair, and slowly massaging her scalp. "You can let go of your worries, your thoughts, your

mind

... You can be mine, my good girl." She paused, smiling. "Isn't that what you want? To be my happy, thoughtless good girl?"

"Mm-hmm," Myrtle murmured. She did want that, so,

so

much...

"

Good girl

," Lilac praised her, and her eyelids fluttered.

God, it was so difficult to stay awake; soon, even Lilac's mesmerising eyes wouldn't be enough to keep Myrtle's eyes open. Not after she'd breathed in so much drugged air, not when she knew how good it would feel to drift off into a happy, relaxed trance and let Lilac fill her empty, pliable mind with wonderful suggestions...

Myrtle's eyelids fluttered again, and this time she failed to open them all the way again afterwards.

Lilac's smile widened. "That's right, my good girl," she whispered. "You can close your eyes. You can sleep for me, and I'll take care of you. Isn't that right?"

"Mmm..."

Lilac brought a flower right under Myrtle's nose. "Good girl," she cooed. "Now

sleep

."

Myrtle was gone before she even understood what the command had been.

~~~~~~~~

Myrtle woke up on her knees. She blinked, trying to orient herself; her vision unblurred, and she found herself staring at Lilac's crotch.

Of course. That made perfect sense: she was kneeling before Lilac, exactly as she should. All was right with the world.

She looked adoringly up at Lilac - no,

Mistress

. Mistress was smiling at her, and that made Myrtle smile too. Indeed, all was right with the world.

Without saying a word, Mistress lifted the hem of her sundress, and Myrtle's gaze immediately darted to her Mistress' pussy. It was... "beautiful" didn't even

begin

to cover it. It was the most wonderful thing Myrtle had ever seen; she couldn't take her eyes off the smooth, pale skin, and the faint scent wafting up from it made her feel all sorts of things.

Her mouth began to water, and she unconsciously leaned in, eager to get a taste, but Mistress placed a hand on her hair and stopped her.

"Is there something you want, pretty flower?" she asked, her voice ever-so-sweet.

"Lick..." Myrtle whispered, her voice thick with arousal she hadn't even realised she was feeling. She made another attempt to lean forward, but Mistress' hand stopped her once again.

"What was that, pretty flower?"

"I want to lick..." Myrtle mewled. "I want to lick your pussy..."

"Well," Mistress purred, "since you asked so nicely..." Gently, she pulled Myrtle's head forward.

The moment Myrtle's lips touched Mistress' skin, Myrtle became aware of a part of herself that would respond to the situation with profound anxiety. It was okay though; that part of her wasn't in control. Mistress had made sure of that, the same way she'd made sure Myrtle would know exactly what to do.

She planted a delicate kiss just above Mistress' clit, then kept on kissing, teasing Mistress just the way Myrtle knew she liked. She continued teasing, delighting in Mistress' hitched breaths, until Mistress grabbed her hair and forced her forward.

Myrtle licked, eagerly. She lapped at Mistress' cunt, sucked on her clit, relishing every moan and mewl. Mistress pulled her forward even harder, and Myrtle redoubled her efforts.

"G-good girl," was the last thing she heard, before fully losing herself in Mistress' delicious wetness and intoxicating scent.

When Mistress commanded her to touch herself, the words barely registered; her hands obeyed without her input, one going to her tits, the other to her pussy. Two fingers slipped inside her sopping cunt, while two more teased her nipples. All the while, she kept licking, as Mistress ground her pussy on Myrtle's eager face.

Myrtle's pleasure grew, and so did Mistress', until her breaths became frantic, and her grip on Myrtle's hair almost painful. She moaned that Myrtle was too far gone to parse, and came. Between moans, she commanded Myrtle to cum too, and Myrtle did, her pussy spasming around her fingers, her fingers clamping down on her nipple.

And yet despite her climax hitting her with all the force of a volcanic eruption, Myrtle continued to lick, moaning into Mistress' pussy, eager to please her more, until Mistress pulled her back.

Mistress tilted Myrtle's head up, and the two gazed into each other's eyes. Myrtle could clearly see the satisfaction in Mistress' eyes, and she felt a familiar placid smile forming on her face; she'd been a good girl, she just

knew

it!

"Good girl!" Mistress confirmed, "Such a good girl!" She smirked. "Now

sleep

."

~~~~~~~~

Myrtle woke up laying down, with her head on Mistress' lap. Mistress was smiling at her, petting her hair. All was right with the world.

Myrtle would have closed her eyes again and drifted off, but Mistress' captivating gaze kept her awake. There was something in those eyes Myrtle couldn't get enough of, an appreciation unlike anything Myrtle had experienced before. That, and an almost imperceptible hint of mischief.

"You look beautiful like this," Mistress said, "all blissed out and under my control." Myrtle smiled lazily, and Mistress continued. "Are you enjoying it as much as I am?"

"Yes, Mistress," Myrtle slurred.

"Why did you hesitate, then?" Mistress asked.

"Afraid..." Myrtle didn't want to think about that.

"Hm," Mistress said. "Can you promise me you won't be so afraid in the future? That you'll allow yourself to let go when you want to?"

Not long ago, Myrtle would have had to think about it. Not now, though; not when she'd felt first-hand how wonderful it was to let go. "I promise, Mistress," she said, and meant every word.

Mistress smiled. "Good girl," she said. "I think you deserve a reward." She leaned forward slightly, and whispered, "

Phantom touches.

"

Myrtle inhaled sharply as two invisible fingers traced a path down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders.

The phantom fingers moved down her arms, over the back of her hands, and to the tips of her ring fingers; then they went down her ring fingers, over her palms, and up her arms. They tickled her armpits, then gently caressed her sides, moving down, down, down, over her hips and onto her thighs.

The fingers glided down Myrtle's thighs, past her knees and down her calves. They traced circles around her ankles, before moving to tease the soles of her feet; faint giggles escaped Myrtle's lips.

The teasing moved up her calves again, then even further up; the fingers, six of them now, began to dance in complex patterns up and down her inner thighs, inching ever closer to her increasingly wet pussy. Myrtle almost thought they'd reach it, but they changed course at the last moment, moving under her thighs and up her buttocks.

Myrtle shuddered as a single finger traced her spine, from her tailbone to the base of her skull. As it went back down, two more fingers began tracing spirals around her waist and on her shoulders, while two invisible hands began caressing her inner thighs.

"

Phantom touches

," Mistress whispered again.

Myrtle felt invisible lips planting kisses on her neck. She felt them kissing her chest, her breasts, brushing against her nipples ever-so-gently, just enough to cause them to harden into tiny nubs of arousal. She felt them kissing down her stomach and around her pussy. She felt them kissing up her inner thighs, and concentrating their efforts a hair's breadth from her now dripping snatch.

Her breath was heavy with anticipation; she wanted nothing more than to reach up and touch herself. She knew better than to ruin Mistress' game, though - and besides, she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying the teasing.

Teasing which was getting increasingly intense as more imaginary lips and fingers joined, leaving no part of Myrtle's body untended to. Myrtle was panting now, squirming in Mistress' lap, pleading with her eyes for release.

Mistress smirked, and whispered, "

Phantom touches

."

Myrtle gasped as invisible hands began groping her breasts. She squealed in delight as the phantom fingers started working her nipples, rubbing them, pinching them, tugging on them. She clamped her eyes shut as a single finger began teasing her slit.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"

Phantom touches

," Mistress mercifully said.

Myrtle's mind went white with pleasure as the invisible fingers entered her dripping snatch. They began pistoning in and out of her, as another finger relentlessly stimulated her clit. The sensation was

unbelievable

; Myrtle could have believed the fingers were real, if she didn't know better.

Not that knowing they were not really there did anything to detract from the pleasure. Real or not, the invisible touches filled her with pleasure so

exquisite

, that it swallowed her mind whole, leaving behind nothing but a moaning, thrashing husk.

"

Cum for me

, pretty flower," Mistress commanded.

The orgasm hit Myrtle like a freight train, filling her whole body with electric pleasure. Just when she thought it was fading, a second orgasm hit her, which flowed into a fourth, which flowed into a fifth in turn. By the time the pleasure ebbed, Myrtle had lost count.

She lay there, in Mistress' lap, waiting for her senses to return to her. Mistress was whispering sweet nothings, comforting her, praising her. Myrtle was in heaven.

As her vision unblurred, she saw Mistress smiling. "

Sleep

, pretty flower."

Myrtle welcomed the sweet embrace of trance.

~~~~~~~~

Myrtle woke up sitting next to Lilac.

Awareness came smoothly to her this time, without any disorientation. She was sitting next to Lilac, with Lilac's right arm wrapped around her, sleepily staring into the pond. She nuzzled up to Lilac; she was so,

so

tired.

"Hello, pretty flower," Lilac said.

Myrtle closed her eyes. "Mm..." She took a deep breath. "That was amazing."

Lilac held her tighter. "I know.

You

were amazing, pretty flower."

"Mm..."

Lilac moved slightly. "The sun is rising," she said. "You'll be leaving, I assume?"

Myrtle shifted even closer to Lilac, enjoying the warmth of the nymph's embrace. "In a bit."

"Will you be safe?" Lilac asked. "You are completely different than before..."

Myrtle had given this question some thought before entering the forest. Honestly, she wasn't sure, but she was hoping the Rangers could handle it. Handling the aftermath of magical happenings was half of their job, after all.

"Mm," she mumbled, not wanting to worry Lilac.

"I'm glad," Lilac said. "But I want you to know that you can always return to

me

if things don't work out."

"Mm," Myrtle nodded. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I think I'm going to sleep for a bit."

Lilac gently petted Myrtle's hair. "As much as you want, pretty flower."

Myrtle took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was that for the first time, perhaps

ever

, all was right with the world.