The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Silas had never imagined a portal to Hell could be so beautiful. The colors shimmered and spiraled, spasming within the silver cables containing them.

The cables had been woven in a complex orb spider web-like structure between two great orchard trees, designed to hold the magics in with minimal contamination. The portal was about a foot off the ground, just as Bubbles’s book had advised—If it’s too high, things will slip into your dimension too quickly. Too low, and you just might slip into theirs.

Already, things were slipping out, alright. The violet energies crackled as vines snaked out—vines Silas had not seen since a long-ago trip to the Evergreen Forest, a whole continent away. Emerald vines covered in big leaves and big, plump scarlet blossoms that looked unmistakably like plush, painted lips.

The vines slithered out, little giggling sounds accompanying them. Silas watched them take root almost instantly. Oh, how quickly they spread.

“It’s very... pretty,” he commented, licking his lips. He took a cautious step back as the vines continued to spread, but they seemed content to avoid him, slithering through the grass, winding up tree trunks, rooting themselves all around in the soil. The portal shimmered with promise as the whorelip spewed forth. “Don’t you think, Bubbles?”

“Mm...” Bubbles wriggled against him as she sucked and slurped along his neck. The busty, hourglass-figured lust sprite’s tail twitched along his hips, playing with the buttons along his shirt. Her desire for him hung in a hot aura around her, as always, filling both of them with virility and passion. “Pretty. Told you it would be! Mm...”

He petted her hair fondly as he held her to his side. Bubbles was by far his favorite girl on the Ranch. Most of the lust sprites favored his brother, the hucow-obsessed bastard. His idiot titwit of a brother got all of them to himself, in the Master’s bed, screaming and moaning every night in his arms.

But not Bubbles. Bubbles didn’t care that Silas been born a few minutes later. Bubbles had always loved Silas best, seen that he was the more deserving Master, stayed in his bed every night. Bubbles was his. And thanks to Bubbles, things were about to change around here.

“I doubt Romulus would have thought of something like this,” he mused, tilting his head to give her kisses easier access. “So the whorelip will not serve him, is that correct? They will serve their summoner, but they aren’t fey like you.”

“Uh-huh!” Bubbles moaned, sliding up and down his body, grinding against him. “Oh, yes, Silas!” Her horns, Silas noticed, were getting very hot. That was new. “Super easy to control whorelip! But there’s more that’s gonna come.”

“More?” Silas raised an eyebrow. He stroked Bubble’s horns curiously. “I take it you can sense that with your... demonic essence.”

“Mm-hm!” Bubbles planted kisses along his jawline. “Mm! Uh-huh!”

Romulus would have never thought of exploiting the lust sprites’ natural hellish corruption. To Romulus, they were just another type of fey to enjoy in the Ambrosia Ranch, but Silas was smarter. He was the one who’d captured Bubbles’ adoration, the one she’d decided to tell about the old book in the attic.

“And when more come,” he said slowly, his cock hardening at the thought, “they, too, will serve me?”

“Ohhh, Silas...” Bubbles clung to him, panting. “They’ll love you! We’ll all love you!” She peppered the side of his face with desperate kisses.

Silas smiled slyly. The whorelip kissing his feet were... quite pleasurable, really, even as they were. But more would come?

“Romulus will never expect this,” he whispered, and laughed. His hand slipped down Bubble’s boyshorts, earning a coo of surprise from her. His faithful lust sprite was starting to slide down against him, panting, moaning, clinging to his shoulder for dear life. “Not of his ‘little brother’.” He grinned down at Bubbles. “And he’s not so little, is he?” he teased.

Her tail was flicking away his shirt buttons as she stared up at him, her solid red eyes shining in bliss as his fingers rewarded his idiot counsel for her loyalty. She licked her lips, pointy red horns glowing brilliantly. Her whole form seemed to be radiating heat. Whatever this portal was doing to his slave, Silas liked it.

“M-May I see it again, Silas?” she whimpered.

Oh, yes. How Silas relished that submissiveness, denied him by every other fey on the ranch. All save for Bubbles. Bubbles was his. As they all should have been.

“Earn it,” he purred, withdrawing his slick fingers and raising them to her lips. He let her lick and lap and suck up her own juices from his hand, then placed the hand on her head and pushed her downwards.

The vines started slithering up his legs as she unbuckled his belt, whimpering with need. “Oh, yes, Silas,” she husked, as his cock sprang free. “We’re gonna earn iMMMM...” Slurping sounds drowned out her moans as she began to bob her head, taking him all the way in as she so loved to do.

Silas clung to her, swaying. She was working faster than usual, and the pleasure was more intense, somehow. He nearly doubled over with a gasp as she slurped and moaned.

But something helped him keep his balance. Some little vines had looped around his arms from the branches above, he realized numbly. How helpful of them.

The whorelip were rising up all around, in fact. He stared at the portal as the flow of vines finally began to slow, as sweet kisses began to tickle up his sides, his thighs, his arms and neck.

Bubbles was totally immersed in the vines. Only her pretty head was exposed as she moaned and drooled and slurped over his shaft. She was pulling him down with her, those helpless, submissive moans easing him into her waiting arms within the whorelip vines.

For a moment, Silas felt worried.

Then, with a jolt, he felt outright alarm. He stared down at Bubbles, eyes wide, his heart quickening as he realized something was wrong here.

Bubbles smiled back up at him and giggled, seemingly as dumb and oblivious as ever.

“Mosssst unfortunate,” whispered a soft voice as his knees finally buckled. But he didn’t fall. He felt a tight, comforting grip holding him up. The vines? He couldn’t feel their delicate grip anymore.

He just felt... warm.

Squeezed.

Delicate fingers with long nails took his chin and guided him to look up, away from the lust sprite currently drenching him in pleasure, up towards the portal.

The shimmering, spiraling portal.

Silas trembled as he felt both of them rising up into the air. As his cock was beginning to throb, Bubbles pulled away, and rose up to press against him once more. His cock missed the attention. Gods, he was so horny. What was going on? Who was talking to him?

But soon he felt a new pair of hot, soft lips kissing him, and the pleasure made it hard. To think. Spirals. Confused him. Whorelip. Wrapping around his cock. Kissing. Spirals. So pretty.

“Ssssink,” cooed the soft voice. A forked tongue tickled his ear. “Aren’t the sssspirals ssso pretty?”

“Pretty,” Bubbles moaned in his other ear as he kissed him hungrily.

“No,” Silas whispered. “No, stop. Bubbles, what are... what...” His eyelids fluttered, but did not close His lips hung open. “... wha....”

Giggles surrounded him. His cheeks reddened.

“Hush,” hissed the voice. “Don’t you want to be a massster?”

The portal was getting closer. Bubbles wrapped her arms around him, almost possessively. The spirals wore through him. His head swayed. His thoughts were having trouble progressing. They kept... looping around... looping...

“Master...” he slurred.

“Then,” the voice went on, “go forth. You’ll find plenty of ssslavesss beyond.”

“Slaves...” His head lolled.

The voice giggled. “I’m sure a ssstrong boy like you,” she purred, “will have no trouble at all making the ssssuccubi sssubmit.”

“Submit...”

And as they slipped into the portal, and the warm glow of Hell suffused him, Silas felt the coils loosen their grip. Bubbles slipped back down to his aching, needy cock, and he felt her hot breath on it once more.

And he heard a chorus of delighted giggles as his eyes drifted shut.

“Ooh, what has this little sprite brought us now?” a sultry voice whispered.

“A ‘Master’!” Bubbles squealed. He heard her giggle.

“Oh, is that so?” purred another voice. Silas felt warm bodies pressing against him.

“Bubbles?” he whispered, as an unfamiliar forked tongue flitted over his cock. “Bubbles, what’s... what’s going on?”

He felt Bubbles press against him, and her lips brushed his ear. “We’re all gonna love you, Silas!” she cooed. “We’re gonna love you so, so much...”

Silas dimly recalled the text on the inside of the book he had read.

When dabbling into Rift summoning, there are three things you must learn to fear:

The Rift Rangers, who will slay you on sight.

The demons you summon, who will seduce you with a glance.

And whoever willingly gives you a book as dangerous as this one.

Bobbin raced through the forest, her heart pounding. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She wasn’t sure if she was thinking about Silas or herself. ‘Master’ Silas—the spare, the redundancy—was an absolute idiot. At least his brother, obsessed with making everyone on the Ranch a godsdamn hucow as he was, had the strength of will to enforce those idiot fantasies. Silas—stupid, bitter pretty-boy Silas—had to get seduced by one of the godsdamned lust sprites.

But this was partly on her. She’d always turned a blind eye to how clearly sullen Silas was. She’d tried to indulge him when she had time, but Master Romulus used up so much of it... oh, Silas had been thirsting for anyone who would submit to him. Of course he’d fallen for a lust sprite. She’d seen how ‘Bubbles’ took to him. She’d seen the signs.

But she hadn’t expected a damned portal to Hell.

She raced through the prisoner fruit orchard, looking around frantically for a sign of the familiar creeping vines of the local fey. Where the hell was that alraune? Brigitte was supposed to keep her posted! And where was Master? Had Silas somehow managed to...

She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh, of course,” she muttered.

Master had been talking about his plans to make Brigitte nice and ‘milky’ when spring came. Well, it was springtime. So that was where he’d been all night.

There was no point in trying to interrupt them; Bobbin knew it from experience. Romulus would trigger her as soon as he saw her, knowing her.... weakness for suckling. He loved to make her suckle the sprites, the holsstaur, the wine dryad. But she had no time to get caught up in his nonsense. Not today. There were demons in the woods.

Bobbin had to get that portal shut yesterday. She’d just have to go it alone. As usual, with these two idiots.

Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a suspicious glow from off the path. And she planned to get it done before Master ever had to know about it.

She raced into the gloom, already readying a spell as she saw what it was. Some sort of vine, but not of Brigitte’s variety. The vine was slender and leafy, covered in little rose-like buds...

She went careening backward as more vines lunged from above.

The hob fell to the ground on her ass and rolled nimbly, making use of dexterity she hadn’t had to use outside the bedroom in years. She leaped to her feet, panting, twisting as the vines tried to grab onto one of her wrists.

Bobbin was hardly dressed for combat. Her long brown hair was, at Master’s behest, done up in cute loops in a way he’d seen in some drawing once. Her lithe body, wiry and thin, was clad in a pretty yellow dress clearly designed to put her rack—which wasn’t exactly impressive, by fey standards—on full display, and the stockings she wore had gotten more than a little dirty after she’d kicked off her heels.

Master got to dress her, and he dressed her like a doll.

At least his father mostly focused this kind of attention on the cat, she thought irritably, brushing her hair back and smoothing her sideburns.

She focused on the problem at hand, clapping her hands together. Her head rang with the wards as she scouted out her options.

As the whorelip approached, she let loose a blast of runic energy. It crackled and burst as it struck the vines, which released tiny squeaks and withdrew. The smells of ozone and brimstone filled the air.

Bobbin gave chase, snarling. These vines would lead her to the source.

She loosed another spell, blasting apart another whole length of vine.

The whorelip was retreating from her in a great wave, and she realized with horror how much of it had covered the canopies of the orchard. Luckily, whorelip was a cowardly entity, and instead of rushing a clearly potentially dangerous target en masse, it fled before her.

But there was so much of it.

Bobbin leaped into the treetops as she fired off three separate bursts, forgiving the tree but not the vines so the spell would only strike them. Two shots connected, mildly singing the demonic plants just as her feet landed—a bit clumsily, thanks to the damn stockings—on the bough.

Hearing a hiss and coo from behind her, Bobbin whirled just in time to shoot through the middle of a vine she’d inadvertently cornered between herself and the trunk. The vine tumbled back to the ground.

Her amber eyes followed the vine as it hit the grass... and immediately started to take root again.

Damn it. Bobbin leaped to the ground again, ignoring the retreating vines to focus on the new sprout. The last thing she needed was two plants to deal with.

Especially not this close to that shimmering light.

She loosed a bolt at the plant, but it dodged. She hurled two more, and it wove, narrowly avoiding one as the other merely scorched off an offshoot.

“Just die!” the hob snarled, and she began raining spellfire down upon her victim. The spells cascaded on the luckless vine, and she intensified her frustration, channeling it into the magic.

She watched with satisfaction as the vine withered and burned, but kept throwing spells, noticing other little cut-off vine sprouts. Damn it, this was an infestation.

Bobbin vaguely heard movement, but assuming it was just more whorelip, she momentarily tuned it out in favor of continuing her onslaught. Her eyes were narrowed to slits upon the writhing, burning growths. Die. Die. Die.

In fact, she was so caught in in blasting apart the whorelip, she nearly blasted her own foot when she heard a voice from up above her.

“Ssssooo... excessssive.”

The voice was breathy, sibilant, and almost... unbearably erotic.

Bobbin looked up, eyes narrowed. So the whorelip wasn’t the only intruder.

Brilliant green lips parted in a wide, lovely smile.

The woman in the trees had a very large mouth, and pillowy, kissable lips that would make a milk kitten jealous. She had a lovely round face, a cute button nose, and a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes Bobbin had ever seen. Those eyes were massive—unnaturally so—and far greener than any fey’s. Luminescent. Like toxic fungi.

For a moment, Bobbin was a little caught up staring at those eyes, and she forgot herself. There was something about those eyes that longed to be looked at, that demanded... close... attention...

Bobbin shut her mouth and quickly turned her attention to the rest of her. The woman had a spry, supple form, with a lovely buxom figure and a pair of wide heart-shaped hips that gave way from pale coral skin to deep fire brick-red scales. Long, flowing crimson locks drifted around her, spilling down her shoulders and around her face while somehow maintaining a perfectly alluring sha...

… wait, scales?

Bobbin slowly took in her surroundings, noting the deep red lengths that had quietly encircled the branches and trunks around her. The woman was like a lamia—but very, very long.

Because she was a demon. Those curved horns, that terrible red glow that Bobbin’s fey senses could feel radiating off of her, and the distinct smell of ozone—one of the Three Scents of Hell, along with saps and syrups and soap, used to cover a demon’s natural brimstone scent.

Bobbin... Bobbin meant to say something witty. Something sly. Something sharp. Something threatening.

“What are you?” she breathed, staring up in awe at the creature.

The serpent woman just smiled, winding slowly, ever-so-slowly, around her branch. She used her winding tail to slink round and round without ever ducking behind the branch—ever breaking eye contact—as she at last settled down on the branch and folded her arms over her chest. “You are Bobbin,” she said, and licked her lips. She had several forked tongues. Seven.

Fiends came in all sorts of varieties, and it was nearly impossible to apply any standard measure for power—even a petty imp could get lucky and get ahold of enough power and skill to dominate seemingly ‘greater’ demons. But a demon didn’t earn seven tongues by being stupid.

“H-How do you know my name?” Bobbin swallowed.

The serpent woman sighed softly and descended. She drifted through the air like a falling dandelion seed, looping in a wide circle, forcing Bobbin to turn in a circle to keep eye contact. “When I ssssee sssomething beautiful,” she said, smiling down at Bobbin, “why should I not learn itssss name?”

Bobbin took a step back. “Well, I don’t—“

The serpent woman slipped behind her, and Bobbin nearly fell backwards. Luckily, the coils were placed right below her pert ass, and so she just sat down.

She immediately leaped back up, glaring. She was being toyed with. “I don’t return the sentiment!” she snapped. “And you’d better get your ass back through that portal before I burn it to a cinder!”

“Burn the portal?” The serpent woman tutted. “Ssssilly girl. Your would-be Massster wove it out of metal!”

“No, I meant—I’m—” Bobbin cut herself off. Steady, Bobbi. Focus, Bobbi. “Where is he now?” Feeling a little bit at a disadvantage, she took a more careful step back—this time dodging as the woman tried to get her to sit down again—and snapped a trio of flickering runes into life in her palm. She noted with satisfaction that the serpent woman withdrew slightly at this. “If you tell me, maybe we can end this meeting in a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

The serpent woman blinked. “Mm.” She smiled, and her eyes seemed to... ripple, almost. A darker green seemed to be entering them. “Mutually sssatisfactory?”

“Um.” Bobbin tore her gaze away. “I’m not promising anything. But if you killed that idiot...”

“He isssn’t dead!” The serpent woman giggled. “At leasssst, not by my power. Though your loyalty to sssuch a fool issss... quite attractive, Bobbi.” She hummed slightly, a sweet, lilting tune. The glimmer left her eyes. She was staring at Bobbin now with a look less predatory and more... curious.

Bobbin swallowed. As the serpent woman slowly withdrew, Bobbin let the runes fade, just a little.

In truth, she did not want a fight here. If the serpent woman wasn’t going to try anything, she would much rather stall, find Silas, and shut this portal down. Assuming it wasn’t a truly dangerous kind of rift, doing that would be enough to send this creature home.

“I just... work here.” She sighed. “And I serve the family. It’s a fey thing.”

“Oh, yesss.” The serpent woman’s head bobbed. “Celessste understandsss. Celesssste knowsss.” She flipped around to Bobbin’s other side, rolling her eyes. “It sssseems I am only freed from the shacklesss of demon ssstruggling againssst demon when I am sssummoned by sssome mortal man.” She cast Bobbin a wistful glance. “A man who does not care for anything sssave the... conssssiderable pleasure I offer.”

“Mm. Hm.” Bobbin gave a hesitant nod. She wasn’t sure she trusted that look—but in truth, she couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that the demon would bother to seduce her. “Celeste. That’s your name?”

Celeste smirked. “The easy name. We are given ssssuch... arduoussss names to remember.” She giggled, winding back around.

Bobbin checked warily at her feet, wondering if Celeste was trying to subtly wrap around her. But no, Celeste was playing nice. For now.

Feeling an annoying tingling from maintaining the spell for so long, Bobbin let the blasting glyphs fade completely and stared levelly up at the creature. “You’re some kind of succubus.”

“Oh.” Celeste smiled widely, swinging up and over Bobbin to hang upside-down on the other side. Her hair cascaded down and pooled in the grass beneath her. “I don’t like labelsss. Sssuccubusss is close.” She winked. “Nothing ssso unique as a hob. Jussst a big sssnake lady.”

“Oh, you’d best not be getting down on yourself.” Bobbin smiled carefully. Celeste was a bit too charming. “You’re much easier on the eyes than most succubi I encounter.”

“Easier on the eyes.” Celeste sighed happily. “Oh, you are too sssweet. I am glad I did not sssimply try to eat you.” She licked her lips. “Perhapsss we can find... sssomething elssse to do together?”

She batted her eyelashes, swinging slightly, almost like a pendulum. With her big tits swinging upside-down, the effect was almost comical. And really, really hot, especially with that smoldering look of desire in her eyes.

Bobbin wasn’t used to people looking at her that way. It had been a long time.

She cleared her throat. “W-Well, I...”

“Your human is sssafe,” Celeste cooed, slipping from branch to branch, forcing Bobbin to crane her neck to watch her. Realizing that Celeste might be trying to make Bobbin dizzy—or might be doing so unknowingly, but regardless, if Bobbin got dizzy, she’d... she’d be vulnerable—Bobbin stopped trying to follow her movements so closely, and stood still as Celeste circled her. “He is sssafe and sssound. If you want, you may go to him now, and I am sssure he will be in a... needy mood.”

“Mm.” The idea of retrieving Silas felt awfully unattractive right now. He would want to reassert himself, no doubt, take control, make Bobbin submit. Not because he thought Bobbin was especially sexy—just because she was there. As it always was. She’d obey, of course, but... well...

“Or,” Celeste purred, “perhapsss we could talk more. We have had sssuch a delightful conversation ssso far.”

Bobbin blinked.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have more?” Celeste added, as she came back into view with a hopeful smile.

Bobbin sighed and leaned against a tree trunk. “I have a job to do,” she said.

“A job.” Celeste smiled. “Work. We all have work. It is my work to corrupt thisss world, and yet...” She pouted those luscious lips. “Inssstead I find myself looosssssst in Bobbi’sss pretty eyes.”

Bobbin’s breath caught. She stared at Celeste, who had moved a little bit closer, it seemed.

Bobbin realized her cheeks were warm. She was blushing. At a demon’s compliment.

“F-Flattery,” she stammered, giving a wry smile, “will get you nowhere, Celeste.” Oh, how she wished she hadn’t called the demon by her—its—name. A demon was an enemy. ‘Celeste’ was just... Celeste.

A pretty lady who thought she was pretty.

“Oh?”

It was such a small sound. Such a small, innocent sound. But the shape her lips made when they said, that exaggerated pouty o-face... “That’sss very good. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m jussst trying to sssseduce you when I tell you that you are... ssso, ssssoooo beautiful.”

Bobbin rubbed her foot against her ankle. “I-I’m really not.” She wasn’t normally even a little bit humble, but somehow, even this little praise was unbearably mortifying. Nobody had talked to her like this in years. The Masters treated her like uppity livestock, the livestock treated her like a fellow slave... She bit her lip. “I-I mean, I’m just... hobs aren’t supposed to be especially beautiful, like nymphs or whatever. We’re just... just...”

“Exquissssite,” hissed Celeste, almost right in Bobbi’s ear. “No argumentsss, now, Bobbi. I have more to sssay. Don’t you want to hear more?”

Bobbin blinked.

Celeste wove through the air, giving a sibilant sigh. “In Hell, it’s not the body. Bodies change, and mossst are ‘beautiful’.” She giggled. “You are lovely—and few could resissst you—but it’sss your ssspirit that drawsss me.”

“M-My spirit?”

Around and around and around Celeste slithered. “Ssso clever. Sssso loyal. Never indulging, never tiring....”

“I’m a hob,” Bobbin said weakly. “House fey. We don’t... don’t need...”

“Your eyesss ssspeak of passion denied.” Celeste licked her lips with seven tongues. “Your lipsss of wit and laughter. And thiss lovely dressss...” Something played with the hem of Bobbin’s dress. “... of your willingnessss to indulge another. Though it issss lovely.” Her eyes glinted with amusement. “You are intoxicatingly beautiful. You are perfect, unique. If... you don’t mind my ssssaying sssso.”

Bobbin’s cheeks were on fire, and her breaths were coming in unevenly. “S-Stop,” she whimpered. She was amazed at the patheticness of that tone. The demon wasn’t mind controlling her, or even tempting her with anything. Bobbin was being seduced, and nobody had bothered in so long. She stared into those pretty green eyes, feeling her dress rustling.

“Need I sssay more?” Celeste whispered, her voice so soft it almost seemed to be whispered right into Bobbin’s ear.

More. Oh, Bobbin longed to hear more.

She swallowed.

A jolt ran through her. What the hell am I doing?

Bobbin recoiled, leaping clear of several winding coils. The demoness gave a startled hiss as Bobbin flicked several runes into her hand and fired them blindly up where Celeste’s head had been a second ago.

She heard them burst, and heard branches snapping as Celeste slithered quickly away from the source. “Nice try!” she called up, more confidently than she felt. “Try it on the alraune, she’s a big sucker for flattery!”

“Maybe I will visit thossse two later,” tittered the voice from the darkness of the treetops. Bobbin cautiously looked around, but couldn’t see so much ass a glint of red scales. “But they are ssstill not as lovely as you.”

Bobbin bit her lip. Not from the compliment—from the realization that this demon knew where the Master was. That was serious. If the demoness caught Master Romulus, it was all over.

In fact, why hadn’t she? She knew where he was. Did she not know how much control he held over the other fey on the Ranch?

Or... did she really prefer Bobbi, just like she said?

Bobbin bit her lip, flushing. She wasn’t some airheaded honeybird harpy who yielded to the slightest kind word from a pretty girl! Even if the demon was very... very...

“What are you, anyways?” she asked, desperate to keep Celeste talking—about something other than how much she apparently adored Bobbin, preferably. “You’re not a succubus. Succubi can’t shapeshift outside basic humanoid forms.”

“Oh, a ssscholar!” the voice dripped with delight. “How your mind is wasssted on your mortal Massstersss, Bobbi! I am called a coil fiend.”

“Creative.” Bobbin snorted. “And you have a sin, right? Every demon has one. I’m guessing... Sloth?”

A pause.

“Ooh, are you feeling sssleepy, little Bobbi?” cooed Celeste. Again, her voice was almost in Bobbin’s ear, though Bobbin could see nothing—only hear the slithering around her.

“Not Sloth.” Bobbin took a deep breath. “Greed, then.”

A moan. The voice grew closer. “Greed makesss you want things you shouldn’t have. Don’t you think you dessserve sssome indulgence?”

Bobbin squirmed slightly at that achingly sensuous voice. She turned and started off into the woods as she heard a crack.

“Come and indulge me, then,” she muttered. Her fingers sparked with the beginnings of a spell.

“Oh, sssweet girl...” Now the voice was right in her ear—and it tickled. “I thought you’d never ask!”

Bobbin whirled and fired off the runes. They blasted off into the darkness. There was no one there.

And while Bobbin was distracted, the coils slipped around her feet and tightened.

Bobbin yelped as she was jerked off her feet and up into the air.

Her world whirled around her as she spun a full hundred and eighty degrees—and found herself hanging upside down, her ankles tightly bound together.

Immediately, Bobbin tried to regain her bearings, and fired a rune up at the coil fiend’s stupid grinning face. It missed wildly. She was upside-down, for pity’s sake.

“Now, now,” crooned Celeste, shaking her head. “We can’t have that.”

A glimmer of darker green entered her eyes. It sank inward, where pupils would be.

A glimmer of golden yellow joined the greens, pulsing into the eyes’ center.

“Can we?” she asked, smirking, as a glimmer of bright green seeped after the gold, rippling inward. Like... a reverse ripple. Like pulling a thrown stone back from the water’s surface.

Bobbin was breathing heavily. She couldn’t muster another spell—not so soon, not after so many in a row. She was so far from her home, swinging, swaying, cut off from her power source and her basic sense of bearings as well.

She needed to catch her breath. She needed to take a moment to recover or she’d start losing her senses, and then she’d be Celeste’s for sure. And it would be so easy to give in then.

It would be so easy to slip up. It would be so easy to...

… to sink... if she was just getting sillier, and sillier, draining her brain away with every... pulse... spell... thing...

… sink into those... spiraling... eyes?

Bobbin realized she was staring. Her mouth hung open, just slightly.

“Aren’t they pretty?” Celeste cooed. “Sssooo hard to look away from. You just wanna ssstare and ssstare, deeper and deeper. Sssuch excceeeesss.” The word was a sibilant moan as she twirled Bobbin around in midair, spinning her, following with her.

Maintaining eye contact.

Bobbin was dizzy. She was upside down and twirling in the air. Confused. Spinning. But she... “No,” she mumbled, “I’m not... gonna fall for this. Put me down!”

“Put you down!” Celeste giggled. “Oh, but I haven’t even told you about my favorite thing about you!”

“I don’t want to...” Bobbin’s voice broke as her eyes were drawn into the centers of Celeste’s spiraling eyes and held there. It was like holding her hand at a drain and feeling the suction of the water trying to pull her, except... her whole...

Bobbin realized she’d trailed off. “I don’t want to hear it,” she repeated lamely. “And you might want to think about...” Deeper and deeper in, greens and golds, greens and golds, deeper and deeper and deeper...

“About?” Celeste prompted, smirking.

“About,” Bobbin whimpered. “About. How. I don’t. I can’t. Um.” Deeper and deeper and deeper...

Celeste cooed sympathetically, stroking Bobbin’s hair. Her own hair seemed to move on its own accord, and Bobbin felt the coil fiend’s silky locks sinking into her own, knotting, entwining, braiding... binding them together, binding her so, so close to those pretty eyes she couldn’t escape...

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Celeste whispered, licking those luscious green lips. “My ssssleepy Bobbi. You can jussst watch these pretty eyesss. Trussst in the pretty eyesss.”

“Unh.” Bobbin wanted desperately to wriggle free—to look away—to close her mouth, even. She would do it very soon. Soon. Before the eyes made her sink... too deep...

“That’sss right,” Celeste hissed. “Sssuch a good, sssilly girl! Ssso pretty! It’sss what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it, sssweet Bobbi?”

Bobbin tried to shake her head, but she felt the tip of the tail touch her chin, and she was nodded ‘yes’ like a puppet before she could even think to resist. For some reason, that felt so good, and when the tip of Celeste’s tail flicked over her lips and slid past for a moment, she couldn’t muster the will to do anything but... suck and sink. Suck and sink. Celeste’s eyes spiraled deeper and deeper, pulled her deeper and deeper under...

“Mm-hm,” she heard herself moan, as the tail slipped back out. Like a puppet on a string. Saying whatever Celeste willed.

Sinking. Spinning. She felt so dizzy, so... open. So pretty. So obedient.

This was bad.

As she stared into the endless eyes, Bobbin was vaguely conscious of the laces on her dress being delicately undone. The coils stopped spinning her and raised her up, though she barely noticed suddenly being right-side up, because Celeste was there every moment with her wonderful eyes.

“Sssuch pretty wrappings,” Celeste hissed. “But they get in the way of what you want, don’t they?” The tail eased the laces out, undoing the elaborate, frilly thing. “Don’t they, sssweet girl?”

“Oh.” Bobbin stared into those eyes as Celeste smiled down at her. “Um. No. Stop.”

Celeste sighed, her smile turning rueful, as if Bobbin had said something unbelievably silly—but adorably endearing. Bobbin felt the coils rising around her.

She felt her dress being torn away from her, and a momentary feeling of panic and regret filled her. The feeling was replaced with a vague sense of fascination as she saw the shredded remnants pulled way, so pretty, so easily discarded. They had been such nice clothes. She was so... exposed.

“You don’t want me to ssstop,” Celeste hissed, and her words echoed in Bobbin’s spinning mind. “You want more pleassssure.”

“Mm. More.” Bobbin’s head lolled, but Celeste’s prehensile hair kept her steady, kept her staring. “I m-mean. Mm. Ummm...” Deeper and deeper, spiraling and spiraling... like she was caught in a whirlpool, but never allowed to go fully under, held just above the surface as it sucked her down, down, down...

“You want mmmmore,” Celeste sang sweetly, and Bobbin felt slender, delicate fingers playing down below as her stockings were stripped away. “Go on. You know what to do.”

Bobbin whimpered and keened, feeling the fingers... stroking beneath her panties, not quite touching her pussy, rubbing the wet area around it. Oh, gods, she was wet... “No,” she managed, trembling beneath the spiraling eyes, “I w-will not...” a finger brushed over her pussy lips, and she whined as the coils started to lower her once more to be upside-down, “I w-won’t...”

Celeste batted her eyelashes. The flashing spiraling eyes were interrupted.

Bobbin blinked.

She realized the hands between her legs were her own. Her own fingers were the one teasing her, tormenting her.

And she had stripped away her own lacy lingerie for Celeste’s amusement. A nice, submissive show.

With a tremendous act of will, Bobbin forced her gaze away. “S-Stop it!” she snarled, even as she saw Celeste trying to follow her, to recapture her attention. She turned away deliberately, searching for some sort of...

She managed to force her hands out from between her legs. “You,” she muttered, “a-are going to regret...”

“Sshh,” Celeste soothed her, whispering in her ear, tickling her with her tongues. “Shh, horny girl. You’re too horny to want to threaten me, aren’t you? When I make you feel...” She moaned, and Bobbi’s breath caught, clit throbbed. “...ssso good.”

She spun Bobbin around suddenly, and Bobbin’s eyes widened—and heart melted—as she was returned to the coiling eyes. She felt herself relaxing, her mind, her whole body...

“Jussst one more glance,” Celeste cooed, smiling widely as her eyes drew Bobbin in once more. “Jussst one more can’t hurt, can it, sssweet thing?”

Bobbin forced her eyes closed this time, breathing heavily. “Fool me once,” she rasped, even as she felt the coils tightening.

“Mm, yesss. Fool you once, shame on me.” Celeste didn’t sound worried. She was clearly amused, in fact. “But fool you twice, shame on you. Oh, sssweet Bobbi, you’re being sssso rude...”

Bobbin’s head rang with Celeste’s exquisite voice, but without the eyes, she was fine.

Especially since the coils were no longer squeezing her too tightly. Just.. just tightly enough.

Bobbin squirmed. They felt a little bit nice, actually, winding around her lips, up towards her hips...

No! Realizing what was happening, Bobbin opened her mouth and expelled a single word of mystic power.

She didn’t see what happened next. But she heard the coil fiend cry out and pull back, hissing angrily.

And the tail’s grip on her loosened.

Channeling generations of combat training, Bobbin twisted, squirmed, kicked—and fell.

She tumbled to the ground and somersaulted to her feet, nearly tripping on the tail in the process. Turning, she opened her eyes and raced away, heart pounding. She needed distance. She needed to not fight a coil fiend in its favorite habitat.

She was so concentrated on watching for scales, she forgot completely about the whorelip.

And when she felt a sweet kiss on her ankle, Bobbin only had a moment to regret this thoughtlessness before the vine wrapped tightly around her...

… and she tripped.

Naturally, Bobbin was quick to fire another bolt, even as she felt her mind spin from the exertion. Too many spells. Too much magic. Need to rest. She incinerated the vine and leaped to her feet.

But as something smooth slipped behind her legs and nudged her behind her knees, causing them to reflexively buckle, Bobbin knew she was not getting any rest any time soon.

She fell backwards to wicked giggling.

This time, she couldn’t somersault—because before her shoulders even touched the grass, the tail had snaked around her ankles and jerked her back up into the air in a single casual motion. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut.

“Sssilly Bobbi,” cooed that sweet, teasing voice. “You aren’t sssatisfied yet, are you?”

Helplessly, Bobbi felt herself lifted by the shoulders, so that both her ankles and arms were supported—captured, she mentally corrected herself.

She felt like she was floating as the coils manipulated her, swung her back and forth, eased her into their grip, and at last settled her atop the coil fiend’s tail, facing down.

She lay on it, feeling strangely limp. The tip of the tail propped her head up slightly, and she couldn’t think to resist it. The scales were so... warm. So smooth. She couldn’t feel the tail wrapped around her arms or legs anymore. The tail was swinging her gently as she lay upon it, almost like a hammock. So warm. So smooth.

Just like Celeste’s hands as the coil fiend caressed and smooshed her cheeks together. The smugness in her smile was palpable, liquid, trickling right into Bobbi’s too-receptive ears. “Wasn’t that sssilly?” the demoness cooed, stroking Bobbi’s hair. Bobbi squeezed her eyes tightly shut. “Leaving sssooo sssooooon?”

“Nuh.” Bobbi desperately tried to resist the voice as it poured into her sleepy head. “N-No.”

“No?” Bobbi heard Celeste came very close, and the next thing she knew, Celeste was kissing her—a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.

Bobbin gasped at the softness, the plumpness of those lips. Unwillingly, she moaned, oozing into the touch as the serpent woman swung her limp body back and forth. Back and forth. For a moment, she imagined what it would be like if the kiss went on, and on, and on...

“You sssseem to like this, though,” Celeste teased. “Look at you go!”

Bobbi realized she had started faintly humping the tail. She bit her lip. It was so warm. So smooth. And it pulsated with hellish energy. It made her pussy feel... good. So, so, so so so so good...

But everything about Celeste made her feel good.

“And,” Celeste purred, her seven forked tongues tickling over Bobbi’s lips, “I never did get to tell you about my favorite thing about you, sssilly girl.”

Bobbi gave a keening moan, helpless to stop grinding her hips. She needed... needed...

“Do you want to hear it?” Celeste cooed. Her tail physically vibrated, eliciting whimpers from Bobbi’s unwilling lips like sugar from a sifter. “Do you want to hear what I loooove about you, my pretty, pretty, pretty, sssssilly sssssssslut?”

“Nnnyyuh!” Bobbin shook her head, trying desperately to tune out that erotic, sibilant voice. But her heart raced with excitement. It was coming. It was coming. Celeste would tell her, and her frail will trembled like a leaf in anticipation.

“You have,” Celeste said, and her voice was so small, so soft, so sweet, Bobbin felt as though her heart would melt, “the most pretty eyesss.”

Bobbin bit her lip. She could feel the coils stirring, but couldn’t see what they were doing. She just lay still, clung to the tail, whimpered with every buzz between her legs and over her sensitive breasts. The scales were so smooth... so warm.

“Yesss,” Celeste hissed. “Sssuch lovely, lovely eyes. Sssooo pretty. Sssuch a lovely color, and I just... want... one... more... glance.”

Bobbin clung to the tail, panting. She could feel Celeste’s breath on her lips, and a part of her felt... molten at the thought. Celeste loved her eyes. Nobody... nobody had ever...

“What’sss the matter, Bobbi?” Celeste’s hair was slinking around Bobbin’s neck, easing her chin upward, caressing her cheeks. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you what lovely eyesss you have? Like a sssunssset. Like a burning, molten mountainside, magma just oooozing down. Like maple ssssyrup.”

Bobbi whimpered. Don’t listen, she told herself. Don’t listen, no matter how sweet her voice is, how... how nice she’s being to me...

“Awww.” Celeste petted Bobbi’s hair. “You’re blushing sssoooo sssweeeeetly, Bobbi. Do you like it when I tell you about those pretty, molten fire-eyes? You’re sssoooo pretty when you blush. When is the lassst time sssomeone ssstared into your pretty eyesss and told you how lovely they are?”

Bobbi shook her head slightly, trying to tune out the voice, echoing endlessly, wonderfully, oh, Celeste was so kind... after so many years of being used, being ignored, and nobody ever told her about her eyes...

“Never?” Celeste sounded shocked. “Nobody’s ever stared into those beautiful eyes and told you what a lovely, sssweet, beautiful creature you are? Oh, poor, poor pet...”

Bobbi quivered. She was breathing heavily. She was on the edge of something—something wonderful, she knew, something terrible, something she needed to resist, oh, gods, so many somethings...

She felt soft lips pressing against hers, and her mouth opened, and she received. She felt little forked tongues entwining around her own, and she moaned in pleasure. She felt toxins, tingles, and she moaned louder.

Celeste pulled away, giggling. Her tongues still held Bobbi’s, and Bobbi whimpered as she felt her tongue drawn out of her mouth, squirmed at the poisonous pleasure seeping into her tongue, at the thought of how she must look, limp on the serpent’s tail as her own tongue was toyed with...

Celeste released her. Bobbin’s tongue retreated, and as she closed her mouth, she swallowed without thinking.

That was a mistake.

Instantly, her mind was spinning. Her heart was pounding. Her pussy was dripping. Her nipples, pressed against the warm, pulsating scales, were tingling. Without thinking—because thinking felt so, so difficult—Bobbin gave a pathetic, cooing little sigh.

“Let me see those pretty eyes, now, dear,” Celeste cooed.

“Okay,” she said, feeling very pliant now.

And Celeste smiled in triumph as Bobbi stared up into Celeste’s beautiful spirals.

Realization seeped into Bobbi, and she whined. “N-no,” she whispered. “I...” The spirals sank deeper. “Can’t.” Deeper. “Won’t.” Deeper. Deeper-deeper-deeper.

She could see herself reflected in those spirals. Could see her lips parting, her jaw going slack. Her eyes full of those same spirals as her eyelids drooped. So many colors, spiraling further and further, pulling her, sucking her down-down-down...

And seeing herself did not help one bit. Oh, she looked so pretty, resting on Celeste’s tail...

“Oh,” Celeste breathed, “your eyes are beautiful!”

“B-Beautiful...” Bobbi felt herself smiling, felt her cheeks warming.

“Sssuch beautiful ssslave eyes,” Celeste sighed, caressing Bobbi’s cheek with the back of her hand. Bobbi felt the tail’s tip tickling behind her, and with a flutter, her last article of clothing—the lingerie top—was stripped away. She was naked, her tits on full display, nipples pressing into the warm, vibrant scales she rested upon. “Feel my ssspirals sssink in, now, Bobbi. That’sss sssuch a good girl.”

“N-No.”

“Ssh.” Celeste giggled. “Isn’t this nice? Don’t you want more?”

Bobbi’s lips parted. The tail continued to swing. Like a hammock. Back and forth. Back and forth. Bobbi’s eyes drooped and dipped deeper, sinking into the spirals that held them captive now. Deeper.

“Mmmmore...” she slurred.

“More and more and more,” Celeste agreed smugly. As Bobbin swayed to the left, she swayed just as gently to the right, like a cobra. As Bobbi swayed to the right, she swayed to the left. Bobbi’s spiraling eyes followed Celeste’s helplessly. “You want more, don’t you?”

“I.” Bobbin sank. “I duh.” Sank deeper. “Can.” Deeper and deeper. “Uh.” Greens and golds and blues... she watched her jaw hanging totally slack, her tongue half-lolling out as her eyes half-closed...

“Of course, you can look away.” Celeste leaned in close, her smile widening. “I won’t be mad! Pretty Bobbi does whatever she wantsss. I can’t ssstay mad at those eyesss.” The tail’s tip tickled Bobbi’s chin. “Can’t even... look away.”

“Eyes.” The eyes were so close, they were all Bobbi could see, she whimpered and drooled...

Celeste grinned, pulling away again. “Oopsss. Well, maybe not ssso close. That’sss no fair, is it?”

“Uh? Mm. Fair.” Bobbi knew she needed to close her eyes. It was so easy to close them.

“Yesss,” Celeste hissed, licking her lips. “Thisss is all niiiice and fair. All up to you.”

“Up to me.” Bobbi felt the tail guiding her head to nod. “Uh-huh. Um.” She swallowed. “I wanna. Wanna close. Close...”

“Close your eyes?” Celeste suggested, beaming innocently.

“Mm.” Bobbi nodded eagerly, encouraged by the tail again. She smiled nervously. “S-Soon?”

If she could work out how to shut her mouth, she would have bitten her lip. It sounded like she was asking permission.

“Sssoooooon,” Celeste cooed, nodding encouragingly. Bobbi kept nodding, kept smiling. “Ssssso ssssooon. But... not now?”

Now?

Bobbin’s smile slipped slightly. She stared into the spirals. “Umm...”

Soon, yes. Soon she’d do it. She’d do it soon.

But now? Now was so... soon.

But Celeste giggled. “Not now,” she agreed, and Bobbi agreed with her. Bobbi knew she agree with her because she found herself nodding, and felt happy relief flowing through her. “You don’t want to look away now.”

“Mm.” Bobbi felt so fuzzy. But she was nodding. Smiling.

It was so easy. She would look away later. So easy. So simple. Soon. Just another second or two. Just another second. So easy.

“You want more,” the coil fiend hissed. “Jussst one more sssecond.” Her eyes started to flash rapidly, and that just made Bobbi feel... weaker... swirling, swirling, spiraling away... “Jusssst one more... sssspiiin...”

One more spin. Oh, it was so... so pretty to watch... Bobbi watched the eyes sink inward, again and again and again... deeper... deeper...

“Mm.” Bobbi’s head sank, supported solely by the tail under her chin. Her eyes were fixated on those spirals. “Sssspin. Spiral.” She smiled into Celeste’s eyes.

“Yesss, yess,” the coil fiend hissed, smiling in triumph. “One more ssspiral! Only one more.”

“M-More.” Bobbin squirmed as she felt the tail beneath her starting to stir, starting to tip her downwards. “Um. But, um.” Warning signs were blaring in her mind, but their color was dull compared with the flashing, glimmering eyes. “But.”

“You want more,” Celeste whispered, as Bobbi started to slip down the tail’s length, feet-first. “More pleasure.”

It was not a question. Which was good, because the only response Bobbi could muster was, “Uuuuhhhuuuuhhh...”

She slid down the serpentine lengths, delicious sensation coursing through her, feeling the smooth scales sliding over her breasts, stimulating her nipples. Oh, gods, it felt so nice to let her nipples slip and brush against the smooth, warm scales.

The pulsing lengths slid over her pussy, and a little squeak of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she watched the eyes following her down, down, down, Celeste descending after her as she slipped from the tail supporting her down into...

She slipped down into a warm, tight cocoon of coils that felt like it was made for her. As soon as she cleared the tail’s tip, and her feet touched the bottom of the coil, she felt it tightening around her.

That should have worried her. But it just felt... nice. Bobbi smiled dumbly up at the pretty eyes as the tail tickled her under her chin. Cozy. It felt so nice, being held so safe. By Celeste.

She didn’t exactly notice when the worries finally oozed out of her mind. Maybe it was as soon as those coils started squeezing her oh-so-tightly. Maybe it was as soon as Celeste planted that last kiss on her parted lip, ‘stung’ her tongue with her little forked tongues once more to keep it nice and obedient.

All she knew was that suddenly, nothing about that smug, triumphant fire in Celeste’s eyes bothered her anymore. She just smiled up as Celeste slowly coiled tighter and tighter around her, lifting her up into the air, spinning her around and around while never breaking eye contact.

“Isn’t this nice?” Celeste purred, running her fingers through Bobbi’s hair, undoing the elaborate styling to let it all pour down her shoulders.

“Uh-huh,” Bobbi whispered, wriggling happily. She couldn’t ever have imagined feeling so content. So soft. So easy and submissive. This was all she’d ever wanted, all she ever needed.

“Don’t you want more?” Celeste cooed.

“Uh-huh!” Bobbi whimpered, squirming desperately. She couldn’t imagine going without having more. More was possible? There could be more?

Celeste giggled. She stopped spinning Bobbi, but kept wrapping around her, kept circling around and around, coming closer and closer until found herself face-to-face once more with those spiraling eyes. “Then I juusssst need to asssk this good girl,” she hissed, pulling Bobbi very, very close, “ssssome sssilly little quesssstionsss.”

Bobbi’s lips parted slightly as she nodded, as docile as a lamb.

And the coil fiend... begin to talk to Bobbi. Began to tell Bobbi things to remember, ask Bobbi questions to answer.

Bobbi didn’t think; she just nodded and answered. She happily reported where the nearest mortal settlement was. She happily burbled out the names of the merchants who stopped by here regularly. She eagerly told Celeste everything she knew about the Ranch’s wards, about Ambrosia, about how one could tamper with the magic and give control to another if you knew how.

Give control to another like Celeste, who was so smart and would surely know what to do with it. Celeste asked her if Bobbi would like that, and Bobbi hummed and nodded and beamed like a good girl when Celeste praised her.

Bobbi drifted happily in Celeste’s embrace and told her everything she asked—and volunteered whatever she could think of. She loved the way Celeste’s grin widened when Bobbi eagerly offered up every secret safeguard, every weakness she, the Master, and the other fey might have, without even being asked. She loved the way Celeste praised her, and she wanted more.

More.

More.

Always more.

And at last, Bobbi lay silent, her head lolling from side to side, beaming dreamily up into those eyes. Celeste smiled down at her, sly, smug. She had won. Bobbi was hers.

But Bobbi wanted Celeste to do more to her.

“Very good girl,” she whispered, and Bobbi felt the coils loosening. Bobbi whimpered at first, but Celeste put a finger to her lips. “Sssuch a good girl. Sssuch a good ssslave.”

Bobbi writhed in ecstasy at the word.

“And now,” the coil fiend purred, “it’sss time to give you your reward.”

Bobbin was lowered downward, away from the coil fiend, whimpering softly at the distance. She didn’t want to move away from the eyes. She didn’t understand. She wanted more spirals, more... more...

When she saw what she was approaching, her own eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“You have tasssted me,” the coil fiend cooed, her seven tongues licking her lips mischievously. “Did I taste good, ssslave?”

“Um.” Bobbi panted, her lips parting in wonder. Vaguely, she realized she was not looking at the spiral eyes anymore.

Her eyes had been drawn like magnets to the coil fiend’s massive, gorgeous, dribbling sweet-smelling cock.

“Of courssse I did.” The coil fiend’s voice oozed into Bobbi’s mind. Bobbi squirmed in pleasure. “Would you like to tasssste me again?”

Bobbin hesitated.

She leaned in, her mouth opening wide...

“Kisssss it, ssslave,,” the coil fiend hissed, her hand stroking Bobbi’s hair.

Unthinkingly obedient, Bobbin docilely kissed the tip. Her lips tingled with demonic juices.

She started to breathe heavily, even as a part of her, free from the spirals, began to spark back into life. To buy time to think, she began delicately teasing the cock with her tongue, licking around the tip.

Her mind raced like it was on fire.

She needed to regain control. She needed to get away before the serpentine grip tightened around her once more. Before she was returned to the eyes.

She didn’t have much time, she knew. Already, as she heard Celeste moaning in pleasure, she knew it was only a matter of time before the fingers twining in her hair tightened. She had to escape now. Now, while she was free. Now, while she could still resist. While Celeste was still distracted by the teasing. While Bobbi was still only licking it so tenderly, so sweetly, oh gods it tasted so, so goooood more more more she needed more, so good, so sweet...

Bobbin drowned herself. She ran her tongue over the cock, relishing the coil fiend’s soft cries and moans. She liked those sounds. She wanted more. She kissed it again, breathing heavily, and lathered the tip in licks.

The coil fiend was starting to breathe heavily, too. That made Bobbi’s heart flutter, and she lapped up every drop the cock gave her, moaning, losing herself, worshiping Celeste’s glorious cock—so sweet, so heady, so big and heavy and wonderful...

She sucked and kissed along its length, covering every inch with her kisses, her saliva. At last, unable to endure any longer, she took the tip delicately between her lips and sucked the thoughts right out of herself. She whimpered as Celeste encouraged her, writhing above her, fingers entwined possessively in her hair.

“More,” Celeste whimpered, and Bobbi’s heart glowed with happiness as she felt the cock twitching, throbbing, pulsing. “M-More, ssslaaave...”

Bobbi giggled. That was all she ever wanted.

With an obedient moan, she took the cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick, bobbing her head happily. Her eyes closed in bliss. Every ounce of her mind dedicated itself to sucking in rhythm, to moaning in time with Celeste, to licking just where Celeste liked it the most...

The coils were squeezing her tighter, now, moving her up and down like a living fuckdoll, and Bobbi nearly came in bliss just at her helplessness within Celeste’s clutches. Bobbi’s mind was dribbling out the corners of her drooling mouth as she sucked and sucked and sucked.

Celeste’s moans hit a high note, and with a cry, she came.

Bobbin slurped and sucked and melted as the serpent’s venom flowed into her eager mouth and tingled on her tongue, as sweet as syrup, as addictive as holstaur milk. She melted into Celeste’s coils and swallowed every drop, licking and worshiping like the basest little cambion street whore as Celeste came a second time, pouring all that sinful bliss right into Bobbi’s empty little head...

Bobbi kept bobbing her head eagerly, licking and sucking, until at long last, the coils pulled her off of Celeste’s cock. It was shining, slick from her spit, still dribbling with that wonderful nectar.

Bobbi’s eyes were still closed as she basked in bliss, in her seduction. Her temptation. Her corruption.

After a long silence, she heard a soft voice in her ear.

“Would you like, ssslave?”

Bobbi’s eyes opened.

She stare up in adoration into the spirals.

The tail was wrapping around her again, but differently, she vaguely recognized. Delicately. Pulling them together. Lifting her up to eye level with Celeste.

Celeste was sitting upon one of her thicker coils, now, and smiling that same smug, triumphant smile, her spiraling bedroom eyes clearly amused at Bobbi’s dumb, wide-eyed beam.

And Bobbi, wrapped up to her chest in warm, pulsating coils that seemed to bathe her in an intoxicating reddish haze, was being lowered into Celeste’s lap. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Celeste was... Bobbi bit her lip.

She had no idea what getting fucked by a demon this powerful could do to her. A mortal would lose their soul, surely, but fey had no souls to lose. What would happen to Bobbi if she let Celeste dominate her so completely? What could Celeste reduce her to? How would she handle that kind of raw, endless, unbearable indulgence?

Bobbi realized she was panting with excitement.

Celeste smiled. “You’re a good ssslave now, aren’t you?” she hissed.

Bobbi nodded eagerly.

The coils grew tighter still and pulled Bobbi very, very close. Bobbi’s chest pressed against the coil fiend’s massive tits as she felt the tip of the cock teasing her dripping entrance. “Nnuh,” her lips said, though no thought lay behind them. She gaped helplessly into the spirals.

“My helplesss ssslave,” Celeste purred, leaning in close. Bobbi started to drool as the spirals filled her vision, and she shivered in ecstasy as the words flowed into her empty head. “Trusssting in her Missstresss.”

Bobbi felt herself being nodded. She giggled absently, feeling every bone in her body going limp as the serpentine seductress tightened her embrace, as the tip of the cock slid just a little further inside.

“Sssooo underappreciated here,” Celeste said sadly, stroking Bobbi’s cheek, as Bobbin was eased to straddle her. “Sssuch a neglected little houssse fey.”

“... uh-huh...” Bobbi mumbled dreamily.

Her mouth hung slack as Celeste moved in for a kiss.

“But luckily,” Celeste whispered, grinning, “she’ll ssssoon have a new home to look after! And you can be fucked, and be ssssent into trance, and lick and suck and come, all day long.”

“Uh-huh.” Bobbi’s voice was almost a whine. She wanted the cock. She was drooling, her mind was dribbling, her pussy was molten and needy. But the spirals kept her nice and patient. She had to trust in Mistress.

Celeste stroked her cheek, and Bobbi shivered in pleasure. “Sssso many sssssweet demon missstresssesss you’ll have!” Her tongues tickled Bobbi’s lips. “You can worship my cock, which melted you into this happy trance, and my breassstsss, which sssooon will fill you with even more sssweetnesss...”

Bobbi was nodding, nodding, eased to nod along by the tip of the tail under her chin. So easy to nod along as the spirals drowned her.

Celeste licked her lips, then licked Bobbin’s, tenderly, almost. Almost lovingly. “Oh, ssssweeet ssslave... doesn’t it sssound wonderful?”

Bobbi smiled up into the spirals.

And Celeste giggled. “I thought ssso,” the demon hissed. “Sssuch excessss. Sssuch a glutton.”

The coils tightened slightly, and Bobbi’s breath caught.

“Sssuch a gluttonous ssslut,” the coil fiend cooed, and impaled Bobbi upon her massive, throbbing dick.

Bobbin squealed and cried out as Celeste seized her in a kiss, devouring her, moaning against her. The coils around her moved her up and down, bouncing her helplessly as the cock pounded up into her, penetrated her more fully than Master’s cock ever could.

Celeste’s coils worked like springs, maintaining an endless, exquisite, overpowering rhythm. Up-down-up-down. In-and-out. In-and-out. Tears blurred the spirals as Bobbi squealed her ecstasy, unable to help herself.

But soon the eyes filled her mind, and her squeals dissolved into long, drawn-out moans.

“N-Nice and quiet, my sssweet,” Celeste panted, nibbling Bobbi’s lip. She was so warm. And the venom she was filling Bobbi with felt so hot. “Musssn’t tire yourself.”

She winked.

Bobbi blinked.

She was brought all the way down in Celeste’s lap, penetrated fully, fully, absolutely fucked. A mewl slipped from her lips.

And then she was coming. And coming. And coming.

The orgasm overpowered her completely as Celeste fucked her brains away, fucked her molten. She was melting into a puddle. At some point, the coils weakened as Celeste started to come, and Bobbin continued to bounce and ride her demon lover with helpless glee.

“Yesss!” Celeste cried, and took Bobbi into another kiss as Bobbi started to come again. Bobbi accepted it in mindless obedience, as she would accept everything Celeste gave her now.

Bobbi’s spirit was soaring into Celeste’s warmth as the coils tightened again. Her pussy cried out in delight as the cock endlessly pounded, vibrated, destroyed her and remade her to the demoness’s liking.

She loved Celeste. She accepted the kiss, accepted Celeste’s cum, accepted the pleasure Celeste was drowning her in. She could do nothing but accept. She was totally pliant, totally obedient, lost to sinful delights. And not even in the holstaur’s arms had she ever been so perfectly happy.

As she was fucked to a third climax, the pleasure climbed, and climbed, and climbed. There was always more. More depravities she could sink to as she let the coil fiend drug her with her eyes, her venom, her cum—let herself be guided to suckle and worship the coil fiend’s tits, let herself be made a living toy for Hell’s delights...

Bobbi sank eagerly into those eyes, feeling every last drop of free will get fucked from her, and it felt so good.

So good to give in to sin. She just wanted to feel this way forever. Her eyelashes fluttered as she beamed at Celeste, mindlessly wondering why fey acted like they hated demons so much when demons had such pretty eyes, such big, yummy cocks.

When her third climax at last subsided, Celeste’s thrusts began to slow. She was panting. But Bobbi was breathless.

The demoness cooed to her spellbound, coilbound, spiral-bound slave, “What should we do now, my molten little magma-eyes?”

Bobbi’s eyelids drooped.She was smiling with palpable amusement, triumph. Triumph at the gorgeous, pretty-eyed fey that she had broken. Her newest toy, her newest silly pet. Bobbi shivered with trepidation under that stare, before the eyes drew her back in and her wide-eyed smile returned. Oh, this felt so nice. Exactly what she deserved.

She would do anything for Celeste. She would help her claim Master, claim the Ranch, claim every harlot fey within and show them what delights Hell could offer them. Whatever Mistress wanted. And Mistress would always want.

As Celeste’s smirk widened slightly, Bobbi realized that her beautiful mistress had asked her a question.

And all she managed, as the cock pulsed slightly inside of her, pouring in more brainwashing demon cum and melting her mind into docile, obedient goo in Celeste’s tight, comforting coils, was a tiny, whimpered, “More.”

And Celeste giggled.

“Sssuch an excesssive little ssslut,” she teased, tail tickling under Bobbi’s chin. Bobbi nodded.

And Celeste began to fuck her all over again.

And again.

More. More.

Always more.