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Worship Me (Or, You'd Jump At The Chance To Become The Goddess' Eternal Sexual Servant Too If She Came Down And Asked You To Submit And Suck Her Off...!!)

Mmmph... Up and down, up and down...

"You can slow down if you need to. We're not in a hurry, silly."

She's right... You do. You're just so excited... And so anxious to do well... It's not every day that the Goddess appears to you and asks you to give her a blowjob... And she's so long and thick, too. And so tasty, and so... Kind, and loving, and beautiful, and--

She places a gentle hand on your head, and you stop.

"You sped up again, sweetie. Are you still starstruck?" You look up at her with a worked up, submissive look, all but confirming it, and she giggles. It's almost like music. "I love eager cuties like you." You turn completely red. "Mmm... Can you go deeper? Are you comfortable with that? I'd love it if you could." Eager to please, you moan affirmatively, and start to take in more of her divine hardness. But, goodness... You were already having trouble fitting her in your mouth and you were only halfway through... You relax your throat as best you can and keep going down, though your muscles tense up... She gasps in delight, though, and that spurs you on to keep going. And then she moans, and so you resolve to go farther and farther and keep going, even though it's stretching you and making you sore, and she tastes so good-

And then you hit the hilt. She sighs, enamored, patting your head as you suck on everything she has with all the love in your heart... But it doesn't take long until you have to back off, emptying your mouth and throat and abandoning your duty for a desperate breath of air.

You feel terrible, leaving her like this, even when you needed to fill your lungs so badly... But she caresses your cheek lovingly and you forget completely. "That felt wonderful..." You feel happy, and proud. "But I don't want you to hurt yourself. If it's ever uncomfortable, or it hurts, it's okay to stop." You lean into her petting, melting and loving and taking in everything she's saying to heart. "This is a learning process, after all..."

You look at her, confused. "I'm training you to serve and worship me properly. As my servant." Flustered, you go to say something; you don't know what, and you might never know, because she interrupts you. "Only with your consent, though. Far be it from me to force you into anything. I'll only take you in if you want it."

...Now she's placed you in one hell of a situation. You want it, you want it so bad... But now, in order to get it, you have to speak to your goddess and say something like, "Please, goddess, let me be your servant. I want to serve you." And you do, of course. You do before you're even done processing the situation, and you blush and blush and blush deeper and deeper before you even start speaking and don't really stop. It doesn't help that now she's giggling triumphantly, in that way that makes you melt and submit. And she guides you back to her waiting shaft.

"I'm so happy. I'll be able to have a servant, who will love me and worship me and make love to me all I want..." You're already taking half her love, sucking and loving and moaning gently and practically corroborating everything she's saying... She puts her hands on your head, and asks you to go deep again, if that's okay, and you do. You go slowly, making sure you can relax properly so you can breathe as you stretch your throat with her divinity again, and she moans... And she throbs. Your heart skips a beat from pure excitement, because you know what that means, and that excitement turns to anticipation as she throbs again, and again, a little stronger each time...

"Ahhn... My servant... Go shallower. I want you to taste me..." O-oh, you'd gotten so absorbed that you forgot about... You almost missed out, you would've been so upset... You go back down and down slowly, savoring her dearly as she gasps with ragged breaths, being brought closer and closer... And then she moans, erupting into your mouth, all over your tongue. It's so good... It gets to your head, and for a few moments you drift along, almost in a trance, tasting your wonderful Goddess, enjoying your reward, assuring yourself that you did well...

You're brought back to reality by her pulling you off, with an amused giggle. "Honey, you look so cute when you're enjoying my cum..." You blush and try to lower your gaze in embarrassment, though her hand under your chin doesn't let you go much lower. Everything she gave you is still in your mouth, and it still tastes heavenly... "Mmm... I'll come back for more, ah, lessons each night. You're free to refuse and take it at your own pace, of course..." Her hand trails up your cheek and across your hair, lovingly. "Though I have a feeling you won't be very inclined to do that."

Oh... She has you pinned.

You spend the rest of the night fantasizing about what it must be to serve and worship her each day...

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Silk Touch (Or, If I Told You What I Went Through To Make This Dress, You Wouldn't Believe Me... In Unrelated News, I Think I Have A Bondage Fetish Now?)

Carefully, slowly, the seamstress makes her way into the cave. With the festival coming up, she'd need to push her own skills and make something she thought out of her skill... A dress. But in order to complete it, she needed the most beautiful sash of all...

And for that, she'd need silk. From an arachne.

Steeling her nerves, she pushes in further. Spider webs dot the walls of the cave, but those aren't right. Not... Fine enough. These are dusty, have been here a while. What she needs is--Ack--

Distracted by her own thoughts, she feels something catch on her sleeve and pulls in a mild panic. It doesn't let go, she can barely move it. In fact, the tension pulls her back and once she has her back plastered across it, she realizes she just got caught in a web. A proper one, actually meant for catching things.

Shit.

"Now what have we got here...?"

SHIT.

The strings of the web are pulled up, shifted. She's brought closer to the ceiling, but with her head stuck the way it is, she doesn't get to see her captor, right behind her. Her breath gets shallow and nervous.

"What an adorable little catch..." That silken, almost motherly voice makes her forget herself for a moment, blushing briefly. "I haven't had a human in such a long time." At this, she starts to thrash around in a panic, but the voice begins to shush in her ear and oh gggod, she melts internally despite the percieved danger. "Shhhh... I won't do anything you don't want me to. I'm not going to hurt you... Unless you want me to, sweetie~" There's a chuckle, halfway between mean and loving, and she feels herself relaxing, surrendering, and flushing hard. She wonders why, just why she's giving up so easily--

T-two hands run down her sides, gentle, teasing her sensitive spots once they find them, oh god it's so nice, and converge in the middle, unbuttoning her shirt... She can't do anything to stop it... The shirt off and falling to the floor of the cave below, the two s-silky, loving hands run up her midriff, up to her breasts, and cup them, and squeeze gently, and two fingers wrap around her nipples and pinch so right, and she can't help but moan... Cueing another chuckle from behind her...

Soon her skirt is gone as well, leaving her just in her panties, where her erection is so clearly visible. She shivers, subconsciously biting her lip. There's nothing she can do to resist this... And even if there was, her body and mind would be betraying her at every turn...

Besides, it feels so good...

Those two hands grab her arms and lead them behind her back. She feels so much strength in the arms... This woman could rip her arms clean off if she wanted, but she's using none of that strength... In moments, she feels tough web wrapping around them, tying them helpless together. O-oh...

That same web wraps around her knees. Then, a band of it is slipped around her eyes. She shivers once more, relinquishing control willingly... Willingly, that's the first time she's thought of it properly... She obligingly opens her mouth as a big wad of web is pushed into her mouth, and then a band is wrapped around her head, silencing her.

She takes a moment to consider her situation. Blinded, gagged, tied up... Naked, vulnerable... At the mercy of a spider woman intent on enjoying her body. Her dick becomes even more erect, throbbing and peeking out of the top of her panties. She gasps--muffled--and the woman chuckles, a little more mean this time.

Eight powerful legs scuttle around, and she senses the presence moving in front of her. Those two wonderful hand start running all over her body again, her midriff, her thighs, and then two divine lips wrap around a nipple and suck so lovingly, and then a tongue comes up and licks at a sensitive spot and she moans...

That tongue starts trailing up, and up, and up, onto her neck, and then it vanishes... And then she feels teeth around her neck. She makes a worried, but muffled, groan.

"Shhh... It'll be alright, my prey..." She feels another warm, soft torso pushing up against her, the woman's bountiful breasts pushing up against her smaller ones, and her two arms move to her back, holding her affectionately. "I want to fill you with venom... Sweet, arousing, mind-numbing venom... Not a harmful one." A kiss on her neck. "You know I wouldn't hurt you." Then, two pinpricks on her neck... and something flowing into her.

Her body gets hot. Super hot. Hot, liquid arousal shoots into her veins, and her mind reels, slowly but unstoppably flooding with fantasies. Her body becomes ready for... playing and toying with. For teasing, for caressing, for kissing. She feels any doubts she had left vanish and her mind and body melt into submission, and she delights in the touch...

...And it takes her about a minute to realize there is no touch. "Mmmph...?" She vocalizes first curiously, then confused, then needy, squirming then thrashing impotently, trying to communicate her need to her partner... Who responds with another mean chuckle. A chuckle that... Makes the poor seamstress realize just how helpless and vulnerable she is. She thought she knew, she didn't. Her squirming and moaning become desperate, but it's eventually stopped by a soft, silky hand grasping her breast and toying with it, just enough to get her to stay still and moan contentedly, for a bit.

The other hand cups the side of her face. "Oh, my dear little toy..." Just the one word sets untold amounts of arousal into her body. "You're sooo adorable when you're horny and desperate like this. Tell me... How does it feel? When your whole body demands pleasure and satisfaction... But you can't even touch yourself?" She... Moans. She moans, dripping precum into her panties, thinking about how... How much she loves this whole situation. If this woman--if her mistress simply left her here, needy, unable to touch herself, for hours... For a day, for a week, she would feel... She just moans, hoping it'll suffice as an answer.

It seems to, as it draws a chuckle again; this time, more joyful, more loving, more doting. The hands then start to glide downwards, and she feels... Those wonderful lips, kissing her chest, and then again a little lower, and then lower, and then lower, and the hands grasp her only clothes...

Those gone, her throbbing, leaking erection is brought into view. There's another, short, satisfied chuckle, and she squirms timidly, and then--and the--Ah-ahhhnnn~...

Those two lovely lips wrap around the tip, and suck and lick attentively, a-and then they slide down and take the whole thing into the mouth, and it's so, so, s-so slick and hot and nice in there... Her mind goes blank, all those fantasies now made irrelevant as her predator lovingly administers a blowjob skilled beyond belief, with genuine affection in it, slowly but inevitably, gently but inescapably, bringing her to an orgasm...

And stops short. The woman breaks away from the apparently delicious treat, taking a deep, joyful breath, and before she can begin to complain about the missing touch she recognizes  two large, soft, warm, wonderful breasts wrapping around her dick and squeeeezing, providing just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge, but not enough to go down... Or up. And then a lick, making her whimper.

And she realizes she's squirming and whimpering and, she'd never tell this to anyone's face, but she feels so happy that her captor is being so, so cruel to her. The feeling is sooo intense, and she wishes she could just thrust up and cum, but she wants to be good and besides, the binds are too strong for that...! And her reactions just make another chuckle, the meanest one.

"Poor little fly... All mine to do with as I please." A whimpering huff. "You're simply sooo cute and... Usable... When you're desperate like this." A full-on whimper. "Would you like to come?" She perks up, and makes an affirmative vocalization, which tapers off into a whimpering moan. "Do you promise to be good?" An eager moan. "Will you give me a niiice, big load?" A needy one.

The breasts leave, and she feels the woman's breath near her throbbing need. "Then go on. Cum." The lips once more wrap, suck and slide down, and her brain momentarily shuts down as she spurts and moans, squirming excitedly and melting into her mistress' ministrations...

~~

Minutes later (all filled with affection and gentle care), she's let back down onto the floor of the cave and stripped of most of her bonds. Those hands wrap around the back of her head, going for the blindfold.

"U-um..." They stop as she speaks. "If I... Come back here... W-will I get trapped in your web again...?"

...A loving chuckle. "Mmhmhm... There's always a risk. Be very careful, okay...?" The blindfold falls, and scuttling steps quickly scamper up the wall. She doesn't turn around, instead looking at the blindfold in her hand.

...It's such high quality silk...

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Feeding Time~ (Or, All I Wanted To Do Was Make Dinner For A Pair Of Cuties, But I Forgot What Succubi Eat So I Wound Up Getting My Brains Screwed Upside-Down...!!)

"Come on, come on~ Join us, cutie-pie~"

She stands there, paralyzed with... Nervousness? Worry? ...Anticipation? Who wouldn't be any of those things, standing there naked and being beckoned onto a fluffy bed by a pair of friendly succubi? Friendly, sexy, excited, chubby, hungry succubi... One wearing black clothing, mostly red, maybe some of it is leather or latex, and the other with softer white stuff, pure-looking but still quite immodest... And her eyes keep drifting to those small bat wings, neatly folded up but quivering excitedly, and those big, ridged, beautiful horns, and their wagging spaded tails...

They giggle, and she flushes bright red, realizing she's just been standing there ogling her future sex partners. Geez... When they said they needed some food, she thought they meant they wanted her to cook a meal, not... well, they're succubi. A succubus' diet probably includes something sex-related. In retrospect, she just really wanted to cook for other people.

Slowly and shyly, she approaches the bed. Once she gets close, their tails wrap around her, gently pulling her, and she slowly lies down on the bed face-up. And as quickly as she does, they push their totally exposed bodies against hers, and she gasps and she quickly grows erect--and the one in dark clothing runs her hand tantalizingly close to it, and she gets harder than she ever could've imagined, whining, getting a giggle out of that one.

"Mhmhm... By the way, cutie, my name is Nyx~" Her hand, silky and strong and skilled, makes its way below, and starts to fondle her balls, coaxing a trembling moan out of her... And making her start to leak pre-cum...

And the white-clothed one only makes matter worse, one hand mercilessly stimulating one of her nipples, while the other messes with her back and her sides, making her jump and squirm and gasp and feel so, so helpless... "And I'm Nikki~" Nikki plants a kiss on her cheek, making her flush again.

"Ahhhn, ah... H-hey, I'm not... complaining, but..." They slow down for a moment, paying attention to her. "Why so slow...? I thought you were supposed to--to milk me? For my cum...?"

They giggle in unison, and Nikki grasps her dick and squeezes and strokes sloooowly, and she archs her back. "No, cutie~ We feed on your pleasure~" She starts submissively moving her hips back and forth, almost like thrusting against Nikki's hand. "It's in our interest to drag this out, so we get more out of you... And you seem to like it, so it's win-win~"

Nyx grasps her head and pulls her into a deep tongue kiss, and she's introduced first-hand to what a succubus' tongue is like. Long, and slick, and ridged... And delicious... And when she breaks the kiss and pulls her tongue out of her throat, she can't help but whine in disappointment. "Hmmm~ Nikki, do you think she's ready now~?"

Nikki lifts her hand, covered in cutie pre-cum, making a point quite succintly. She puts it back, and starts stroking again. Nyx's hand goes to her leg, positioned right to spread it, but she doesn't quite register that, as Nikki tilts her head towards herself and smiles. "Sweetheart~ Do you wanna try something new and exciting?" All she can do is nod enthusiastically. Whatever they have prepared for her, she wants it so badly...

Nyx lifts her leg, and she feels a pressure against her sphincter, and it clicks just what they meant. She looks down and sees Nyx's spaded tail pressing up against her hole, and wiggling to create extra stimulation and make her feel weak, and... Swelling... It slowly swells and thickens and grows, until it's about as large as a particularly large human cock, only prehensile and much, much longer. Her breath quickens and quickens as she pictures that thing plowing in and out of her...

Nyx leans in, and whispers. "Is this size good for you? Do you want it smaller? ...Bigger?" She timidly mutters 'bigger', and it begins to swell again, Nyx smiling all the while. Once it stops growing, she stops for a moment, still playfully pressing up against her entrance and waiting to see if she has objections. Seeing none, Nikki whispers, holding her lovingly, "Relax your muscles~ Help it go in niiice and deep~" She complies, and it slowly pushes in and- and- ah-

Ahhhnnn... She moans, one long uncontrollable moan as it slips deeper and deeper and deeper, invading her body at a pace nothing in her world short of a sex toy could match... Mmmmfff... She had no idea anal sex could feel so good, either, this is... She finds herself squirming and moaning and asking for more, still held tightly in Nikki's warm, soft, loving embrace, her still very stiff and needy dick pressing up agaisnt Nikki's thighs...

Nikki smiles at her, caressing her cheek. "How's it feel, mm~? To be pampered and pleasured so much by a succubus couple~" She leans in for a kiss, and the poor damsel in bliss-tress opens up for the inevitable tongue kiss... Sure enough, in a few seconds she's deepthroating Nikki's tongue... Ah... Nikki's has bumps instead of ridges...

"Hmm, maybe you want to be our girlfriend, too~?" She blushes even more as Nyx pipes up, but can't do much about it as she's still choking on Nikki's tongue. Well, that stops being a problem pretty quickly, since she pulls it out soon to scold her girlfriend. "NYX!" "What? Come on, we-"

"I-I would love--ah, haaah, ahn... Would love that..."

She manages to eke one sentence out, still panting and moaning super helplessly from the big, big succubus tail plowing deeper into her ass than she could've ever dreamt of. Nikki's expression softens, and in fact softens even more than it had before. "Mmm... Well, if you're sure about it. There's definitely space for one more in this relationship~" She grasps her prick, and puts it inbetween her pressing thighs, slowly and lovingly stuffing her tongue back down her new girlfriend's throat, and she just about loses her mind... She feels Nyx reaching around with a little leather collar, and slowly buckling it around her neck, slowly enough that she has time to struggle or protest if she doesn't like it. She doesn't, though.

This is certainly not the polycule she was expecting to be part of, but it's just about the best she could ever want... She moans as best she can with Nikki's tongue in her throat and her lips pressing against hers, meekly moving back and forth and leaking and throbbing against her soft, warm, wonderful thighs, as Nyx does wonderful things to her ass and toys with her breasts, being pumped full of so much gentle, loving pleasure and rough, lustful pleasure in equal parts, and ah, oh, ahnnnnngh-

The orgasm feels like it lasts an eternity, encapsulated and filled with warmth, and heat, and love and lust... And by the time it subsides, she finds herself already being cuddled and gently kissed, and having her hair stroked, by her new partners. And she melts into their embrace.

She has to go back home, but she starts to anticipate the times when the lights are off and she's visited by her partners... And she feels so much happier from then on.

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Some Exciting Self-Reflection (Or, Doesn't A Haunted Mirror Usually End Up With Someone Dying? Why Did I End Up Screwing Another Me? Have I Always Been So Cute?!)

The bed squeaks. So does she, as she straddles her pillow and rubs away, prick already throbbing. Overnight, she'd had the most intense and well-catered wet dream of her life, and woken up with a leaky, needy hard-on. And she didn't have any time to touch herself all day! She wants so badly to have had someone to touch her... But she doesn't, so the best she can do is just... Rub. Move her hips back and forth, helpless and submissive to her own arousal.

Until she spurts, and stains her pillow with a few little gasping moans. And as she comes down, she stares at the pillow--this is very much not the first time she's done this, and it shows. She burns the image into her mind, filling her with and reinforcing her shame, the same kind of shame that gets her so super hard when she gets on the pillow and gives her sex partners something to tease her with to make her get flustered and shy and obedient.

She turns it right-side up and places it back in its place, and gets up, grabbing her phone. She walks in front of her full-body mirror. The last one broke, so she got this new one, but she hasn't had to use it because it hadn't clicked yet that this could be used for taking her nudes. She does so, photographing her tired, satisfied look, and starts rooting around in a browser to post it to an after-dark account. It's an odd, but ultimately ineffective attempt at improving her opinion of her own body. She usually gets a few likes, mostly from her friends and a couple of strangers that followed after she did a few pics with a cat ears headband, but that's not much to her. She places her phone down, and-

...That doesn't look right.

The reflection in the mirror, when she looks up, is still placing her phone down. And when that reflection straightens up and glances at the mirror, she has the same reaction she had. Wait, is that... Is she a reflection too? Is this a two-way thing?

This other her steps forward warily, and she sees a mix of fear and curiosity in that face. And she--she just can't let a face like that continue to be afraid. Though she's pretty freaked out herself, she steps forward, and stops as the other her suddenly startles. Once she's calmed again, she takes a few steps forward, wondering just what the hell she's doing, and then she's... Face-to-face with seemingly an exact copy of herself.

...Was she always this cute?

The reflection puts her hand up, and she humors, putting it up to the mirror as well. Only, the hands actually make contact... With a shared gasp, they both instinctively interlace their fingers... And she, just, sorta... Pulls a little... And the other her acquiesces and walks through the mirror.

So now there's another her... Blushing profusely, and with a meek expression, a combination that just makes her heart flutter. And she... pulls her a bit closer. And she notices the other her going for it too, but stopping when she sees her already going for it... And their bodies press together, and she's so warm, and soft... Without thinking, her hands go for her reflection's breasts, first just gliding over, then groping and squeezing... And her fingers make their way towards the nipples, and grasps and gently pinches, and touches, and manipulates, and...

While she falls in love with technically her own breasts, the reflection starts to gasp and squeak and moan and look up at her, and her expression of need and submission, almost begging for more, it keeps making flutters in her heart... And she feels the other her's prick filling, and hardening, and rubbing up against... Her own already-full erection, when did that happen...? She instinctively moves her hips, rubbing them against each other, and she responds with a gasp and a beautiful moan, and then she can't hold back anymore and lunges against the reflection, locking into a kiss.

Such soft lips... And their tongues meet, and she starts relishing that shy movement... Her hands wander down her back, the pair still humping clumsily against each other, and grasps the butt... And the reflection gasps and presses up even closer, holding onto her shoulders lovingly, squeezing when she starts to grope in earnest. Was her butt always... So amazing? She joked about it constantly, mostly because friends keep saying that to her, but...

And then it clicks that not only has she been worshipping her own body, she's also been playing with an exact copy of herself the same way others do with her.

And getting her so... So riled up, and eager, and needy...

Well, that won't do. She knows what it's like to get like that--obviously--and continuing to play with her would be super cruel. So it's time to... Well, get down to business. She lets go and grasps those shoulders, prompting a look of confusion, why did the playing and the touching stop? And she moveser around, and pushes her back into the bed, where she falls on her back. She crawls onto it above her, and that confusion transitions into pure submissive excitement and arousal...

She presses her body up again, and they resume the self-loving makeouts, only this time she grabs the reflection's wrists firmly and pins them down. And the little kitten under her moans, and squirms, and seemingly struggles, but she knows herself. She's just playing, for the sake of the fantasy, and... Honestly, that sort of thing suddenly makes her feel satisfied, maybe powerful. And... Fuck, I've been doing that this whole time...

She breaks the kiss, and lifts her crotch, separating the two needy, leaky pricks, and stares into her eyes. And she says, "Lift your legs." But the tension makes it come out commanding, and the reflection squirms; that reaction means she's getting filled with the need to... Well, be filled... But also, to obey. She does so, and lifts her legs, and tentatively moves them around her waist. And then she mutters...

"Please be rough with me... I deserve it..."

Agh, FUCK. Everything so far, the face, the voice, the body, the behavior, the... EVERYTHING, all of it has put an intense need in her to play with her reflection, this exact copy of her, to screw her and fill her and give her exactly what she wants. And she's not a dominant person, but it's enough to get even her to want to hold her down, and fuck her, and hurt her just the way she likes, and...

Before she realizes it, she's already lining her dick up with her other self's butt. And then she's ramming in to the hilt, and though she moans, what she hears best is the girl under her gasping and squeaking in delight and then moaning, and it starts to make her think that maybe she does really deserve it... She's not a bad partner at all, and she's so eager to do well, and she's so pretty, and someone so beautiful, and shy, and wonderful, she deserves to get nice things that make her happy, and then she doesn't know whether she's talking about this other girl, or herself, wait fuck, we're the same person-

She suddenly resolves to follow up on that thought, to give her what she deserves and likes, and starts thrusting, coaxing more moans and gasps and squeaks, and ohhh... So tight, fuck... She keeps going and going, losing herself in it for a moment, and then the reflection, she starts clenching and tightening for her top's pleasure, and she knows what she's looking for, so she says it out loud: "Good kitten..."

It makes her so happy, and they rut, happily, excitedly, eagerly, squeaking...

"M-Mistress..."

That word is so beautiful with that voice, and hearing it just... Makes her harden even more. She didn't even know that was possible, at this point.

"Please... P-put me on my knees..."

...Her very favourite thing in the world. She should've started there, but... Getting to feel her body more was such a big priority... She gets an idea at this point, though. She gets closer, and places a hand under her head, and lifts it a bit, admiring her beauty, and the expression of sheer submission.

Then she turns the pillow over, and her eyes go wide, and her face red.

She pulls out, and turns her over, and then goes right back in, prompting another surprised, earnest moan from her other self, who was evidently focusing on something else. Then she pushes her head into the pillow, elongating that moan and prompting some very enticing squirming and playful struggling. And she grunts, "Lick." Her voice falters--she's no dom, but it still gets the horny little kitten even hornier, as she begins to sheepishly lap up her own cum, fairly fresh and old alike. And she starts thrusting again, pounding that kitty-cat's t-tight little b-butt, oh, fuuuck, it's hard to be all dominant and stuff when it just feels soooo good, ahhhn...

She loses her composure and collapses on the body under her, moving her hips and feeling good and moaning and gasping and whining and getting leakier... She's not really holding the reflection down anymore, but she's pressing down still, relishing in the shame and humiliation of having her face rubbed in her own mess like a dog that's been bad. So she keeps going, back and forth, panting, trying to get herself off soooo bad, forgetting that there's someone else who needs to get off... Not that she needs help, this is basically heaven for her already... And within seconds she spurts... It's not exactly a lot of it, but it sure feels like it as she quivers and moans  and gasps, and either way it's enough to set the other one off too, making all manner of wonderful, adorable noises she didn't know she could even do, flinging her own juices onto the bed below...

When she wakes up, she's laying alone in her bed. The mirror seems to be back to normal, too. And while it was an intensely embarrassing, if pleasurable, experience... Well... There was something about it that makes her feel very fond...

[angelsfluffysmut]

The Hard Way: The Lizardfolk (Or, Can You Really Defeat An Angry Lizardfolk By Giving Them A Rough, Intimate Fucking?! You Can If You're A Bard And Have A Natural 20!!)

SKLORTCH

Not exactly a pleasant sound, but then neither is pulling a javelin out of your ankle.

Layna just swears and quickly applies a bandage, already soaked with disinfectant. This temple's not the easiest to explore... With this skewered ankle, her mobility is shot, so she puts away her sword and shield and takes out a silvery compound bow, holding several arrows in the other hand.

This temple... It's smack-dab in the middle of the jungle, but the construction's not quite right. The cool gray stone and phosphorescent blue paint is the same as the ruins in the highlands, only this one's still standing. Hearing a fluttering, she quickly nocks an arrow and twists her body, shooting a bat out of the air, then rapidly takes out three more with two shots. Exploring these ruins could give insight into the nature of these civilizations, so she's not quite gonna back down yet just because her ankle's shot.

She presses on, her enchanted belt buckle sending light in all directions and removing the need for a torch. It's daytime, and there's skylights and windows around, but it still helps a little. She pauses, and casts a shockwave spell, sending pulsating gray mold flying in all directions. She'd almost stepped in that, too...

The trap that shot the javelin wasn't of the same make as the ruins, though. The wood used, the hempen rope, the head of the javelin which looks like a crocodile's fang... Lizardfolk. That doesn't make much sense, though; if these ruins were being inhabited by them, there'd be traps everywhere, and she's only run into two (and easily avoided the lasso trap, at that). Is it just the one saurian?

She doesn't have to wonder for long.

A heavy THUMP has her stop in her tracks, still propping herself up with a hand on the wall. The hallway here ends in a four-way intersection, with a large square room dominated by the skylight above. And turning the corner, presumably lying in ambush, is a huge saurian.

Jesus christ. Lizardfolk are usually below average height, but this one's easily two to three heads--maybe more--higher than Layna, with bulging muscles and sparse armor, holding two large cleaver-esque swords. This opponent is definitely out of Layna's league, but thankfully lizardfolk tend to not be particularly fast, and this one even moreso...

...crap, the ankle. Her mind racing, Layna tries to devise a plan to get out of this. She just can't. Instead, she activates her boots of leaping and JUMPS, crossing from one hallway to the one opposite it--in the process nearly touching the glass of the skylight. As she lands, she winces and nearly stumbles from her ankle, but manages to stay standing as the boots lose their glow for the next three minutes. No leaping for her. She turns around, ready to fire an arrow-

-forgetting that the saurian's larger legs would allow them to move much faster. Already face-to-face with this monster, she hurriedly lets loose a simultaneous shot with four arrows, all of which sort of plink against its scales. As she curses every god, it lifts its arm, preparing for a horizontal slash... And she suddenly gets an idea.

A cliché idea. A bad idea.

A Bard idea.

It swings, but she's gone. Sliding forward between its legs, she quickly stands up (powering through the pain) and grabs the saurian's tail, looping her arms around it. They seize up, tail thrashing wildly, but Layna manages to maintain a grip and, with great effort, throws the big lizard backwards, tossing it onto its back. After taking a moment to realize what just happened, they plant their hands on the ground--and are met with Layna shooting arrows right at said hands, and forcing them to let go. Then, they try a tailswipe, but Layna thought of that too--she stomps on it with her good foot, while activating both her ring of endurance and band of stoneskin--increasing her stamina, pain tolerance and weight. (Also motherfucker, either of them would have been able to nullify the ankle pain. Gah.)

Out of options and weaponless, the saurian just lies there, as Layna struts (as best she can) in front of the downed lizardfolk with a triumphant look. Their eyes lock, and Layna taunts them. "So big and strong, but you can't even beat a bard with a shitty ankle, huh. How the mighty have fallen." They look away, avoiding her gaze in shame... then something very interesting happens.

"Well, that saves me some work."

The saurian's loincloth slowly, then quickly, lifts and falls to the side as two large shafts, an impressive hemipenes, rise from within, the pointed tips already slick with precum. They simply look away, closing their eyes and shifting uncomfortably, still not daring to move their hands all that much. Layna kneels right between their legs, still grinning up at them.

Gripping each shaft with one hand (oh hey, the fingers almost go all the way around this time!), she squeezes a bit but otherwise lets them stew in their arousal. "Be honest, here. This is because you got defeated so easily, right? You love being put in your place." They huff, in tacit admittance and near-palpable arousal. She pumps up and down very slowly and deliberately, making them squirm a bit, and intensify their breathing, and a surprising amount of precum spills from their tips.

She draws back a hand, covered in the clear liquid, and licks it with the sole intention of cleaning it. But then she stops, and grins. She tears off her shirt and bra with speed, nearly banishing them to the Shadow Realm with her enthusiasm, and presses her torso against one shaft. She wraps her breasts around it and squeezes, and moves up and down, extracting a grunt from them. She wraps one arm around, keeping the titty-dick sandwich intact and tight, while freeing up the other hand to grasp the lonely dick to bring it up to her mouth.

She licks, and licks, and licks, and cleans all of the precum, relishing the taste. And then she slips it into her mouth, and sucks, and goes deeper. She takes a break, bobbing up and down for a bit, then goes deeper, and deeper. Then up and down, up and down, going a long distance in each direction, and making them tremble and grunt and clench. She keeps pleasuring both shafts flawlessly--well, well no, not really. The pose doesn't really allow for that, and she's definitely focusing more on the mouth one, so it's sloppy and awkward, but they're enjoying themselves very much, one half rubbing so nicely against her soft body, the other being engulfed three-fourths of the way through over and over.

Then comes what sounds like a fucked-up lizardfolk moan, and so much throbbing, and Layna retreats her mouth all the way back up to the tip and uses her hand and breasts to tip them over. With little warning, cum spills forth, covering her breasts and torso and filling her mouth past capacity. And y'know what? It actually tastes pretty good. She savors and swallows, and catches her breath, and stands up. The saurian starts to shift and turn over to get up, but she moves them back into place with her foot.

"Oh, we're not done yet. Look at yourself. You're still ready." They look down, and find that she's right--they're still hard as hell, maybe even more now. And they look up and Layna's pants are just gone. Panties, too. (The boots stay, though.)

She begins to lower, her heart pounding in excitement, grasping the tips of both shafts in one hand and leading them towards her ass, and supporting herself with the other, leaning on their knee. Then the rings' effects wear off, and the ankle stings, and she nearly falls--but they suddenly grasp that leg below the knee, giving her support and letting her ankle rest. She just grins. "How well-behaved." They just huff, and she continues going down, and down... And takes both of the already thoroughly-lubricated shafts, at first just slowly inserting with a gasp, then much faster and more confidently, biting her lip and stifling a moan as the rubbery appendages stretch her nicely. Mfff... She starts going up, and then down, dropping her weight down to their hips, then up slowly, then down.

She just throws her head back. "Goooddd... You may be a pathetic weakling," their breath catches, still growing in excitement over being defeated and used, "but you make for such a nice fffuck..." She slams down and starts gyrating and moving her hips just right to drive them nuts, grunting and roar-moaning and breathing hard and throbbing in delightful powerlessness, getting some nice pressure on her prostate in the process and feeling the sweat running down her body (exhausted already? I'm losing my touch), and then she starts jumping up and slamming down again. They tremble and quiver and look at her pleadingly, and it fills her with joy and makes her feel so powerful when she realizes they're holding on for her.

"Alright, fine. You've earned it." She slams down. "Fill me." And that one last slam also gets her off (staining them with her own cum), setting her hole to clenching and squeezing and tightening and making them cum more and more, draining, well and truly defeated.

She stands up, still nice and full, and catches her breath. "Ooo-kay. Now don't let me find you again... Or you know what happens." She grabs her stuff and goes back the way she came--there was a waterfall somewhere she can clean up--leaving them to stew in their own exhaustion and lingering arousal, slowly falling asleep.

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A Tight, Divine Bond (Or, I Tried So Hard to Accept My Goddess’ Extremely Lewd Reward, And I Tried So Hard To Be A Good Partner For Her, But In The End I Bit Off More Than I Can Chew...!)

The priestess finally gets some time to relax, before bed. As soon as she enters her room and closes the door, all of her clothes are just shed, leaving her down to her underwear.

A goblin raid's surprisingly easy to fend off with some adventurers, despite the damage they can do. However, fixing said damage is the hard part. Luckily, that's what this temple's workers are here for--securing connections and sending able hands, they rapidly set up their usual system to provide aid to the town. Medical assistance, food, repairs...

Her hand finds its ways over her panties, rubbing slowly, bringing herself to a half-mast. Coordinating all this was fairly taxing on the high priestess. The last day of three, she so wished to have some time to herself... But, with the relief effort almost done, she gets a moment to relax.

...Though, she probably ought to do her prayers... Patiently, she waits for her erection to fall, sits straight on the bed, and clasps her hands together in silent prayer. Her hair has long since turned blue from channeling so much divine energy, gifted to her for her zealous service. It powers the abilities of her acolytes, who wander the world once in a while looking to lend their help.

But her prayer never quite yielded something like THIS.

A tinkling sound breaks her out of her reverie, and she slowly opens her eyes. A vaguely door-shaped mass of light stands in the middle of her room, exuding a divine radiance she can't quite understand. And stepping out from it, is someone she'd only previously seen in visions. Her Goddess.

...Only her divine robe is incredibly sheer, leaving very little to the imagination. Seeing everything there is to see on her own Goddess' body, the priestess blushes profusely. And then, she blushes three times as hard, realizing she's wearing nothing but underwear.

"G-Goddess..." "Shh." With a gentle, but impossible to resist touch, the Goddess pulls the priestess onto her lap after sitting onto her. Far more closely and intimately than the priestess could have ever hoped. "I wanted to visit you."

She runs a hand up the reddening woman's neck, onto the side of her face, then down her chin, her thumb brushing against her lips. "My priestess... You're so devoted... And so kind... You deserve a reward. And I want to give it to you."

And she tries so hard to not do it. She tries so very, very hard to avoid this very inappropriate act. But she fails utterly, and her rapidly growing erection slowly spills out of her soft silk panties. And it just becomes worse when the Goddess puts her lips up to her ear, and whispers. "Don't be shy. It's normal to be aroused. That's exactly what I'm here for, sweetheart." "B-but..." Filled with shame, the priestess can't help but vaguely stop herself from saying yes. The Goddess' pillowy body makes it difficult to concentrate, especially when in so close contact--and she throbs once. "It's... Not appropriate. I would... Goddess, I promise you I would love to. It's simply... I'm a priestess, and you-"

"Would you like it if I didn't give you a choice?"

And her heart jumps. And it sort of doesn't stop beating so hard. But her mouth simply won't say the one word that she wants so badly to utter, so instead she huddles up to the Goddess, grasping onto her meekly. And she hopes against all hope that she will interpret that as yes.

The Goddess gently grabs her wrists. Her touch is gentle, with no force behind it, yet it's impossible to resist. And she raises both of those hands above her head, slowly laying the priestess on the bed. She leaves her in this position for a moment, delicate fingers reaching around to remove her bra. And then, thin, glowing golden chains materialize, binding those wrists together, then tying them to the head of the bed. Another set of chains materialize around her ankles, binding those together tightly. And then, the Goddess straddles her torso, smiling kindly.

"Mmm... You look so wonderful, all tied up and helpless. And panting sooo hard..." She-- she hadn't even noticed. Having already given in, the priestess feels the strength draining from her body, out of raw submissive arousal. And the Goddess drags herself up that body, and places her crotch up to her partner's face, her vagina already wet and dripping with glimmering juices. "First... Taste me."

Somewhat hesitantly, she touches and teases the wonderful vision, almost a fantasy, in front of her. And it... Tastes so incredible. Sweet, rich, wonderfully so. She dives in more eagerly, only dimly aware of the fact that she's causing her Goddess wonderful pleasure. Hopefully she enjoys it... But her erection starts to harden more, and more, and even more, much more than she thought possible. And despite loving her Goddess' ambrosia, she begins to squirm in untold need.

"Hmmm?" And the Goddess notices, and looks down at her with that same kind smile. "Is something wrong, love?" She lifts up just enough to deny her access to her crotch, and runs her hand over her lover's chin, and then uses her thumb to pin that tongue to the bottom of her mouth. "What is it you need? Tell me."

She just moans. It's all she can really do through this gesture. Her hips thrust into the air, desperately, and the Goddess giggles teasingly, reaching a hand back to brush over her thighs--frustratingly close. "This, sweetheart?" Desperate squirming. "Hmmm... Alright."

After moving back down, to the crotch, the Goddess wraps a hand around that needy dick, and--and, oh Goddess, it's--it's such a silky touch, and her pressure is just right, and as she moves up and down she coaxes precum out impossibly quickly, and then, she drags her wonderful tongue all over it, slick and soft and warm and wonderful, and soon she has her lips around it and it's bliss and so hard to think and ahhhhhn~

Then it stops, and she looks down, but she doesn't have time to be disappointed... The Goddess is positioning herself above her sensitive dick, the head already tantalizingly close to the entrance of her divine pussy. Her hand is slick with her own juices--the thought that she may have been masturbating is so flattering...

And then she goes down, slowly. Tight, wet, warm, impossibly so; it feels like heaven around her most sensitive spot...! The priestess moans, but she's not the only one--the Goddess enjoys this as well.

"Aahhh~ This size, it's just right... I could get off to this..." Seeing the priestess' hopeful eyes, she smiles kindly one more. "Don't count on it, honey. It's incredibly difficult, for a mortal. Just enjoy yourself... This is for you." She goes up, then down, then up, then down, gasping every time she goes down, and it inundates the priestess with so much pleasure. She throbs, then harder, and spills so much precum inside, it's... Oh...

Oh n-no, she's there already, but the Goddess doesn't seem even close... She tries to last longer, but it's so hard when the Goddess feels so good... Frustrated at her own weakness, she cums helplessly, unable to take even one more second.

And the Goddess lies with her, caressing her face in affection, and kissing her cheek lovingly. But the priestess can tell she wasn't fully satisfied.

"...You still don't feel fulfilled?" "I... I wanted to be a good partner for you, my Goddess." "Awww." She kisses her again, and smiles kindly once more. Then, she reaches towards the chains... But stops. "Would you like me... To leave you tied overnight?" The priestess' heart jumps. "I'll have it so they vanish a while after you wake up."

And so she sleeps tied and helpless. ~~~ It happens again in a week. The Goddess materializes, and gently and lovingly lies her down and strips her, and ties her down. She feeds her ambrosia, and teases her, then pleases her with her hands and her tongue and her mouth.

Then... She slips down. She moans, the Goddess gasps. That divine tightness... It envelops her again and gets so much pleasure out of her. It truly feels impossible to resist... But, it's for her Goddess' sake.

"G-Goddess. Please..." It's interrupted by a moan. "D-don't stop. Keep going... I'll last long enough for you to f-finish, I promise!"

Surprised, the Goddess' kind smile changes to a mischevious one. She begins to move up and down at a faster pace, not too much, but certainly enough to make the priestess moan and immediately regret her decision. "Mmmmph... You've always been so devoted... I'll entert--ahhhhn--" Getting a moan of that caliber out of the Goddess already feels wonderful... "entertain this effort. But if you really want to help me finish... Priestess, I won't hold back..."

With this new pace, the Goddess' breath quickens, and she begins to have trouble stifling her gasps and moans. But this--this tightness, this pace, it's--ah fuck, it's testing... She throbs already, hard, as she contemplates that--that she may have to contain her orgasm... For... Quite a while, if this keeps up...

Then the Goddess plants a hand on her partner's torso, and increases her pace again, moaning shamelessly. And instantly, the priestess is at her limit. "Oh... Ooohh, my priestess... I haven't been this far... In a long time... H-hold on for me!" Trembling and stifling moans in obscene effort, she holds on as best she can as the Goddess rides her like a storm, planting her other hand down and leaning her full weight on her as she increases her pace yet again. The priestess helplessly witnesses her Goddess quivering and scream-moaning, her body ekeing an orgasm out of her and her partner inch by inch...

"Priestess...! I am... Aaahn, I'm... I'm cu--Haaa--haaaaaah...!!" Something beyond her wildest dreams, the tied-up priestess not only watches her Goddess orgasm, but is providing for it... She doesn't get to do it too long, as immediately, the Goddess' canal begins to contract and squeeze and tighten and f-force so much cum out of her and she can't register her own moaning and she's... She's... S-so happy and satisfied...

Her Goddess' tired and panting voice is honestly a siren song, as she leans down and grasps her little sub's face on both sides, pushing their lips together in an awkward, tired, sloppy kiss that nonetheless feels like heaven. It takes a while for her to back up, but she does eventually. "It's been so long... My little priestess, you've fulfilled me in a way you can't even comprehend." She blushes--she didn't know there was room for more blush. "I will continue to visit you, if that's alright with you." No objections. "I imagine you'll want to sleep all tied up tonight too?" A nod.

The Goddess tiredly plops down next to the still-trembling woman, huddling close, and sighing contentedly. And she moves up to her new partner's ear, and she whispers...

"If only you could last more than once..."

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The Hard Way: The Werewolf (Or, I Have Thoroughly Analyzed This Situation And I've Decided The Most Favorable Course Of Action: I Need That Werewolf To Fuck My Ass!)

She ducks behind the boulder and avoids the claw swipe. In the process, though, they chop it up, destroying the last bit of cover Layna had.

Well, that won't do. Now she's tired, hurt, AND without cover. Leather armor for a long trek sounds good (temperature and humidity nonwithstanding) until you actually get in a fight. It's so restrictive... And she's taken a couple of hits already, especially across the face. That can't happen again. With that in mind, she turns around and bolts. Get some space, find advantageous terrain. But what puts a werewolf at a disadvantage in a forest?

Ah yes... The river. There's enough footholds for her to hold her ground, and the werewolf's gonna be tripped up. She plants her feet at the bank, activating her boots of leaping in the process, and makes a massive leap to a rock in the middle of the river. The werewolf pauses when it reaches the bank, but it rushes in and powers through regardless, closing in on the rock. This one's hungry... But the moment of respite is enough for her to catch her breath.

It pulls out of the water, climbing onto the rock with surprisingly loud click-clacks. Right, they're razor-sharp... The leaping boots give her no chance of slipping on the slick rock, but the werewolf may be a little less impeded by that than she thought, considering those can just dig into the stone... Crap.

...Then she sees the beast in the light of the moon, instead of in shadows and between branches and trunks.

Good lord, that's a whopper of an erection.

That canine dick, dribbling with precum from apparent readiness... Thick enough to make even someone with significant experience like Layna pause. It looks softer than a human's, which makes her think it might be easier to take, but that thought also makes her realize that she's currently thinking about taking a werewolf dick in the butt. At this crossroads, she has two opposing thoughts.

On the one side... "I'm sort of fighting a losing battle. I could spend time and supplies and get even more lost losing this punk... Or I could indulge it, save on resources, keep my place, and potentially make it less hostile or even friendly."

On the other... "Lord, it's big, and getting fucked by something that seconds ago intended to kill me sounds HOT. I want it in my butt."

...Then, she registers that those two thoughts aren't actually opposed. She puts her sword away (sheathe horizontal on her back at hip level, obviously, for maximum drawing speed and comfort) and clips her buckler on her back while the werewolf regains its bearings, then squares up.

It lunges, she dodges. It tries swiping while turning, she grasps the arm and adds momentum to it to throw its footing off. It doesn't work very well, and so it straightens up right away, pouncing this time. She crouches, rushes forward, and tackles up into it. This unexpected attack, right into the stomach and lungs, stuns it and most importantly, does so right in front of her.

"And there's my prize..."

She wraps her hands around that big prick and... Well, no, she actually can't, it's just too big for the fingers to make contact all the way around. But it does make the werewolf seize up and sort of stop moving. With one hand, she runs down the shaft, and with the other she moves up and down a short distance, squeezing a bit. It growls, completely different than what she'd heard up until now, and jerks its hips forwards, spurting a little more precum.

She lets go, swiftly pulls down her pants and the underwear with it, freeing her dick and the star of the show: that butt. After turning around, she pushes up against the werewolf's dick, rubbing it up and down with her ass. She figures THAT will communicate her intentions just fine. It tries to grab at her hips, but she throws herself to the ground, to her hands and knees. (Note to self: Never do this again on a stone floor.) She wiggles her ass enticingly as the werewolf seemingly gets more aggressive, growling and growling and making her more excited. "C'mon, c'mon..."

Accepting her invitation, it kneels down and grabs her waist anyway (making her huff in arousal), and pushes the tip of its dick up to her only entrance. And then pushes right in. It's not one for foreplay for sure, but the preceding fight was certainly enough for her, and besides, you don't exactly have much time to think about that when there's easily eleven inches of monster-wolf dick feeding into your ass, stretching it and stretching it, and making you gasp and moan and grit your teeth in unseen effort. The average bottom would probably be hurting right about now, but thankfully she's been here often enough that it's just somewhat uncomfortable.

It bottoms out, then draws out halfway back, and then it starts to growl again in that aggressive, almost territorial way and starts to move back and forth, back and forth, going all the way in on every forth. NOW some pain starts to set in, but by this point she's enjoying herself far too much to mind, moaning her brains out. It lets go of her waist, moving its arms next to her and more or less encapsulating her.

She lets her tongue loll out, panting excitedly, and begins to move back against it. It responds by starting to thrust in earnest, making her lose her mind and--oh. The knot bashes against her cheeks, and she clenches in surprise. (That just spurs it on.) It doesn't seem like it's interested in knotting yet, instead continuing to rut against her and-and--

And those hand movements aren't quite those of a mindless, rutting beast. She's been around were-creatures before, and that hesitating twitching and grasping means the human half is partially conscious, potentially influencing the beast. It's hard to register this while being ass-blasted like this, but she manages it.

Well, worrying the person is probably not a good idea. Or nice. The best she can think to do, though... She places her hand on its own--well, over its thumb, really, and starts moving back against it again (with a bit more trouble, it's REALLY going to town), and moans as earnestly as she can.

"Ahh-ahhn, fuck, yes...! Oh god, just don't stop... I'm so--so close!"

It adjusts its posture, a little more confidently now. Then it does so again, interrupting its thrusting for a moment to change its angle--a bit more downwards. And as she starts to wonder what the hell it's doing, it thrusts, absolutely demolishing her prostate in the process.

"F-fuck...!!"

She certainly wasn't expecting that from a beast. And she certainly wasn't expecting to follow up that critical hit with more thrusting, along that same angle. She trembles in the werewolf's arms, losing track of what mouth sounds she's making, her dick already throbbing in anticipation. And its own slab of monster meat does so too, its thrusting becoming much more shallow, until it eventually stops and starts trying to push deeper in. She subconsciously relaxes her muscles, allowing that knot to slip inside. (Well, more barge, really.) And that's all she can take--she cums, her prick dumping whatever it had ready right on the ground, her entire body shaking in sheer exertion. And right with her is the werewolf, pumping what in the moment feels like gallons of cum inside her.

She's not really sure what happened there for a bit after, but that knot is definitely still inside her. Swollen still, so not coming out. And the werewolf is either asleep, or dead tired; either way, it looks like mandatory cuddle time for her. She pushes up against its shockingly soft fur and pulls her pants up as far as they'll go to protect against the cold, and just closes her eyes and gets comfortable. So much for saving time...

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The Rabbit Maid and the Sorceress (Or, I Tried to Save My Village by Sacrificing Myself to an Evil Sorceress But Instead I Got Made Into A Rabbit-Girl Maid And It Turns Out I'm Super Into That?!)

She walks through the woods tirelessly, her heart beating a thousand times a second, towards the large, ominous mansion at the heart of the forest. It's been a while since the sorceress began preparing her spell, to convert everyone in her village to a horde of the undead. An unmoving dark moon and ominous light envelop the woods and surroundings of the mansion, just as the village. She figures that simply denotes the sorceress' domain, what she controls.

As she reaches the doorstep, she takes a moment to steel herself. This is really the best she can do... But it's scary. And so, as she gathers up courage- "Now what's a pretty little thing like you doing in my domain?" -the voice behind her undoes it all. She turns, trembling. It's her. Clad in an opulent purple robe with a large side cut and very low cleavage (clearly not a modest person), the sorceress has materialized out of nowhere, staring down the girl with a look of amusement in her eyes. Almost like an animal toying with her prey. She's filled with feelings of fear, and helplessness, and... Ex... citement?

Unable--unwilling--to properly process this feeling, she warily steps towards the overlord, and speaks with a shaky, terrified voice. "Please... Please spare us. I beg you..." "Mm? This is new." The sorceress circles her once, very slowly and deliberately, fixing her gaze on her even more. The waif feels herself shrinking, or at least her posture. And those alarming feelings... They swell. "And what, pray tell," she stops once again in front of the girl, "do I get out of sparing you?" Cursing that her head is generating these emotions in this situation, now of all times, she answers. But as she opens her mouth they grow even more, and as she speaks one word, they become impossible to ignore. "Me." The sorceress, now grinning curiously, places her hand on the girl's chin and lifts it. And she moves her gaze all over her body, examining the goods as it were.

And as the sorceress' expression begins to turn greedy and possessive, the girl's excitement turns to pure arousal, and she slowly but uncontrollably hardens, fills her underwear a bit more with her helpless, submissive erection each moment and turns her breathing heavy and ragged.

"Mhmhmhmhm..." Her manicured hand rises and her fingers snap, and in the distance, the fog and the eerie light over the small village lifts. And then the sorceress stares her new catch in the eyes, firmly holding onto her chin. Unable to look away, her only clue as to the collar appearing around her neck is the touch of the cold, snug, tight leather. "Then... "You want to be my servant?" ~~~ "Y-yes... Ahhhn..." Already nude and laid down sprawled on a big, soft, velvety bed--her new bed, in her new room--the fresh, new maid can't help but tremble as her mistress' hand runs over her dick. Never grasping or properly rubbing, it's nonetheless bringing her closer and closer, and at minute twenty-eight it's making her desperate; and mind-numbingly aroued... She squirms, struggling against bonds that simply aren't there, but otherwise remains perfectly still as her mistress wants it. Her long, fluffy rabbit ears atop her head twitch in frustration... She's not sure when those got there, but they're not in the way, and they're cute, so she doesn't exactly mind. Besides... That growing need is making it hard to think...

She fails to stifle a beautiful moan as that hand finally grasps her throbbing dick, and shivers as she hears a mean chuckle. "Tell me, my little rabbit... Do you want to cum?" She manages to gasp out between breaths, "If- If you would permit it, my mistress... Then I would love to..." She squeaks and sharply arches her back as her mistress' hand firmly grips and moves down, and stays there, leaving her little thing in a very, very sensitive and vulnerable position. And the flow of precum intensifies.

"Mmmm, and you'll do everything you're told, yes? You'll tend to your daily chores, quickly and without fail?" "Yes--YES! Oooh, mistress, I'll be obedient! I p-promise I'll behave...!"

The mistress dabs her index finger on her tongue, and pushes the tip against the little rabbit's frenulum, rubbing up and down. "Good girl." It quickly sets off her orgasm, sending violent trembling through her body as she moans loudly. Or well, she tries to. With her overwhelmed mind, filled with so many new and wonderful sensations, the most she can eke out is squeaks and gasps and little trembling moans, grasping at the sheets as she loses herself in it.

And as she lies there, exhausted but incredibly satisfied and fulfilled, she feels a snug metallic band slip around the base of her penis. The tightness of it actually stimulates her a little going down... It's a narrow, gold band, with a glowing yellow strip at the middle of it.

"And, just to make sure you'll be good... Or if I just feel like being mean to you... This little ring will let me control your helpless little thing however I want." ~~~ She squeaks, and gasps, and trembles, kneeling on her bed as she runs her hands up and down her hard cock enthusiastically. Six or so days ago, her mistress had set her ring to blue. Blue means permanent erection, but she doesn't get to touch herself. It's suuuuch a frustrating setting, and it made her so pent up... And she did it just to be mean! But because she behaved so well, the mistress decided to turn it off early. So now it's white... Which means forced erection, but she can get off just fine, and it'll go down if she does.

So she pumps away, eagerly, squeaking helplessly the whole time, her tail wagging away the whole time. This fluffy rabbit tail, it just sort of showed up one day. But it doesn't get in the way, in fact it seems to just sort of pop out of whatever clothes she's wearing just fine. Though all she wears nowadays is her modest maid outfit. And-ahnnn... Oh, it's getting sensitive now...

She bites her lip, her mind drifting off into fantasy... Like the day her mistress taught her how to please her orally... Shyly licking the shaft, feeling that wonderful taste... Finally wrapping her lips around it, recieving a scratch behind the ear as a reward... Taking it deep, feeling it throb, savoring the cum, swallowing the cum... Oh, but there was the one time she did it again, but she had a vagina. The mistress just seems to change it now and then... She's such a powerful wizard...

It throbs, and her breath gets shallow, and she can't stop making those pathetic little squeaks and gasps and hums and whines... Subconsciously, she starts jerking her hips forwards and back, impatiently... Then, the thought enters her mind that her mistress hasn't really tried to expand her domain or hurt much of anyone ever since she took her in. She found a fulfillment with this little rabbit... Her breath catches, and she trembles... Being so obedient, and submissive, and well-behaved, it's doing good... She's doing good... H-haaah...

As she faceplants into the pillow, and spreads her legs a little, and spurts a few ropes of cum onto the bed in wonderful ecstasy, the thought that dominates her mind is "I'm a good girl".

[angelsfluffysmut]

Testing, testing...