Monstrous Ranch Ch. 04

Still, something stuck out at him. It had taken his mind a while to arrive at the point of interest, thanks to all the distractions, but now he couldn't help but wonder about it. He tried to keep his expression nonchalant. "So... Bobbin, when you had the scarecrows take me to the garden, and they got me to eat the fruit... and you knew that Brigitte would—"

"Oh, look." The Hob smiled brightly. "Here's the welcome party! About time!"

Senya turned. Close to five dozen of the little women soared in the air before them. They came in all colors—red wings, blue wings, green wings, patterned wings, blonde hair, green hair, black hair, pink hair, and all sorts of gleaming eyes. The swarm was dazzling to look directly at as they swarmed and dove and buzzed towards him, their voices vibrant and strangely pleasant.

"A new master!"

"A handsome young master!

"Tricin's gonna love him!"

"We all love him already!"

"Hello, Master!" they chorused in unison.

"Um... hey." Senya gave a nervous wave, turning as the fairies spun around him. "How do you do?"

"Ooh, so polite!"

"Noting like cranky old Bobbin over there!"

"I'm not cranky," Bobbin said, chuckling. "I just don't talk to the help's help."

Senya blinked. He turned to Bobbin, about to ask a question, but she pointed. "Look, Master."

Senya looked. A large shape was making it way down the rows.

His eyes widened. He could hear a low sound, like something very heavy sliding over the grass and through the vines. Something long, and sinuous. A loud hiss echoed from further off.

"What is that?" he whispered, taking a step back.

The fairies had the opposite reaction, responding with coos and screams of delight.

"It's Tricin!" one burbled.

"We love Tricin!" Their voices were positively joyous, positively dripping with love and lust in equal parts.

Senya frowned at Bobbin, who only shrugged. "Sounds like it's Tricin."

The sound was getting closer. Senya's heart pounded. What would it be this time? A wifwolf? A goose girl? A—

The sounds of movement came to a sudden stop. "Oh, hello!"

Senya practically jumped out of his skin as the voice came from behind him. He spun around.

A beautiful young bronze-skinned woman smiled at him from the next row down. She wasn't naked, to his surprise. At least, not from what he could see—she was dressed fairly revealingly, in a sparse cross-cloth blouse that bared both her midriff and a fairly amount of cleavage, but by the standards of everyone except Bobbin, she was practically a Cloistermage nun. Her hair was long, bright red, and seemed to flow like a single unit, so smooth it was.

"H-hello?" Senya took a step back, though he felt slightly relieved. He'd been expecting some sort of monster. No monsters here. At least, not of the 'immediately aggressive' variety. "Er... are you Tricin?"

"I am!" Tricin giggled. Her eyes were an intense shade of green, Senya noticed, with strange rusty reddish streaks. "Oh, you've heard my little fanclub? Yes, yes, yes. Yes, they can be quite excited, can't they? Can't they?"

"Yes," Senya said, chewing his tongue. "You, um... you aren't inside a flower behind there, right?"

"Oh, no, no." She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "How silly. Definitely not. No."

"And you aren't... furry? Like a sheep, or, I don't know, a cat?"

"Do I look like a catgirl?" Tricin shook her head. "You've met some of my coworkers. I promise you, no fur here. No fur." She laughed. "Why..."

And slowly, she slithered into full view.

She had a curiously even gait while walking—almost like she was gliding over the ground. And in a moment, Senya saw why.

Tricin's lower half, from the waist down, was the long, slender tail of a massive serpent. Her scales gleamed in the afternoon light, black and glossy, with long red and yellow stripes arcing up the tail in strange double helix patterns. Senya stared at it, stunned for a moment by the gorgeous, glimmering patterns.

"... I'm a lamia," Tricin finished, smirking. "I'd have thought Bobbin would warn you about me. She thinks I have an attitude problem."

"Wh-why's that?" Senya swallowed, watching her coils shift and twist beneath her. He'd had a mild fear of snakes ever since he was a child.

"Tricin's a good girl," Bobbin said curtly. "And she knows her place. But sometimes she treats those fairies like her own private army."

"Oh. Oh, Bobbin." Tricin rolled her eyes. "An army. That's dramatic." She reached out a hand, and Senya watched as a stream of flashing fairies fluttered onto her arm. She winked at Senya. "I like to see them more as a harem."

"We love you, Tricin!" the fairies squealed.

"You see..." Tricin slowly circled into the clearing with Bobbin and Senya. "You see, Senya, my little girls love me. I have quite a knack for hypnosis, you see. They look into my big, beautiful, red-green eyes... they look into my eyes, and they're such pretty, pretty eyes..."

Senya squirmed, realizing he was looking right into them. He looked away, intently studying her coils instead. They looped around and around, shimmering, writhing. The lines and squares of color were like a checkerboard, or some sort of optical illusion. He'd hoped his fear would distract him, but the slow, spiraling movements she made as she slithered around him...

"Bobbin," he dimly heard her say, "is this too easy?"

"He's still getting used to it." Senya realized Bobbin had moved out of the loops and was now watching him watch the coils. "I'll let him do his best as long as you're a good girl. Just go easy on him. He might still surprise us."

"Ooh. He's already gotten lost in my coils, coils, coils. Look at the lost little hatchling. Even for a human with prisoner eyes—"

Senya snapped to attention. Or tried to. "I'm not lost," he protested, looking back at her.

Tricin's eyelashes fluttered over those immense green-and-red pools. "Of course not! You're just tired. Just so tired and sleepy and sleepy and tired." The eyes circled him, and he had to turn around to keep her in his sights. All around her spiraled thousands of glittering lights that he only vaguely recognized were fairies. "And my voice is so relaxing, isn't it?"

He swallowed. He was staring to get dizzy. The lamia was still slithering around him, and she seemed to be getting closer and closer with every rotation. Her coils were getting closer, too, he recognized. "Um—you're, um—"

He fought to regain control. She was hypnotizing him! He struggled to tear his gaze from her beautiful green eyes, but the red streaks were so captivating, almost spiraling within her endless emerald pools...

Listen to yourself, he thought irritably. What purple prose for a pair of eyes. And finally, he managed to refocus his vision on her forehead.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. It's very important not to look at my eyes, of course." She winked.

"Yes," he said. It had felt like a physical struggle.

"All it takes is one glance, after all—yes, just one glance, one little peep at my peepers, and your mind is caught. Your mind is caught." She laughed. "Caught, caught..."

Senya was shaking with effort. Desperately, he took his eyes off her altogether, though he continued to keep her in the corner of his eyes, continued to turn around.

The glittering lights filled his vision. He saw thousands of little fairies beaming at him, pursing their lips, singing little promises he couldn't quite hear. He stared in awe.

"Uh-oh!" The lamia laughed again. She seemed to laugh a lot. "Ogling my harem, huh? That seems risky. After all..." Her voice was getting closer and closer. "...aren't their lights even prettier than my eyes? So shiny. Shiny, shiny, shiny. Glimmering, gleaming, glamorous and glossy. You can't keep your eye on one color for long."

The fairies seemed to be flying in a spiral. Senya's mouth hung open.

"Yessss," she hissed. "And your mind is just melting away, isn't it? I can see the hearts in your eyes. Someone's been enjoying his prisoner fruit. Silly Master. Couldn't help yourself, huh? Couldn't help yourself."

"Can't help myself," he mumbled. He was staring to get dizzy. Or he was only now starting to notice he was dizzy. Only the constant motion, the constant focus on the fairy spiral, kept him from falling now. The coils surrounded him, mere feet away.

She laughed, bobbing and weaving in his view, and Senya felt her eyes fill his vision again. "Uh-oh!" she crowed. "What's this? Looking into my eyes again?

Senya let out a nervous moan. He tried to look away, but wherever he looked, the lamia bobbed into sight instantly. It was so hard to avoid her while continuing to turn around, continuing to keep her in his field of vision. He couldn't move fast enough. Couldn't think fast enough.

"But you know what'll happen if you look into my eyes, right?" Her voice was sweeter than nectar, sweeter than honey, sweeter than Valina's cocksucking lips. "I mean, you just can't help yourself!" Her eyelashes fluttered. "You can't help yourself. Can't help but look into my eyes, get lost, lost, lost."

"Lost," he mumbled. His head was spinning. He couldn't think. Couldn't help himself.

"You mustn't blame yourself," she cooed. "You can't help yourself. Can't help but be lost in my pretty, pretty eyes. Can't resist. Can't resist. Can't resist."

Can't resist. The words formed a mantra as the eyes seemed to bore into him. He'd never noticed how big those eyes were. They were like twin worlds, green streaked with rust, with little flecks of gold here and there. He hadn't noticed those before. They almost seemed to sparkle. Can't resist.

"N-no," he moaned. "I... I don't want..."

"Then why are you naked?"

Senya blinked. In his constant, dizzying rotations, he finally lost his footing.

He fell backward. The eyes followed him, and Senya was instantly caught in smooth, warm coils that rapidly wound around his whole body. Tricin loomed above him, smiling down with clear amusement.

"Hearts in your eyes," she cooed. "The prisoner fruit makes you forget. Makes you nice and innocent. Delightful, delightful, delightful. All the more delight to defile." Her eyes glimmered. Her scales glimmered. The fairies all around him glimmered. "All the more delight to be defiled."

"Yes," he heard himself whisper. His heart was lost to her eyes. His world was glimmering.

"You want me to make you cum?" she asked, sinking closer.

The eyes willed him to say yes. Without thinking, he spoke. "Yes, Tricin."

She laughed. Her forked tongue played along his cheek, tickling him. Her hands caressed his shoulders and neck. He was totally bound fast, and now she was slowly adjusting her grip, lowering her lower womanly body over his. To his amazement, he felt a wetness touch his cock. "I can do that. But I want you to beg for it."

Senya hesitated. Wait, wasn't he supposed to... he was supposed to...

The eyes bored into him. They commanded him, gripped his will tightly in their own coils. And they started to squeeze. It was a strange sort of pressure, and it almost hurt. He felt the words drift out of him, like air forced from his chest. "Please, Tricin!"

Her wetness gently caressed him. She bit her lip. "Ooh. Beg me like that!"

"Please, Tricin," he whimpered. "P-please—please make me cum!"

"Call me Mistress," she whispered. "Call me—me—"

She squirmed, and Senya felt a bit of slack in her coils. He was free. Free to—his mind went blank as he immediately bucked forward, before she could react, before she could even finish her sentence. His cock slid into her wet pussy like it was made to lie there.

Her eyes widened, filling his whole mind for just a moment. "O-oh my," she gasped.

Pure animal id took over, and Senya slammed into her all the way. Tricin moaned and cried out, wrapping her coils even tighter around his body. They were tied together completely, helpless in each other's arms. But Senya could still thrust.

She pressed her bounteous chest against him, screaming. "Yessss! Finally! Oh, it's been—fuck, sssso long—"

She seized him in a hungry kiss. He felt her forked tongue play inside his mouth, tickling his inner cheek. His cock pounded into her, in and out, relishing her slick, tight sheath—

Her eyes screwed shut in ectsasy, but his hypnotized state didn't fade as the fairies flew into view, filling his eyes with hypnotic colors. They surrounded him, tickling his whole body with little licks and kisses. He whimpered and moaned into the kiss, struggling, but Tricin's tail held him tighter than any vice. She giggled at his efforts. He was helpless to prevent their teasing, and something about it was so perfectly delicious.

And the pleasure his cock was feeling right now was more than enough to make up for it.

He came with a scream that almost matched her own. Her eyes shot open, and as the orgasm was wrenched from him, he was once again lost in her slitted serpent eyes. "Cum for me!" she shrieked "Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, CUM—"

Her words totally devolved into screams as she, too, came. He shook helplessly within her. Something about her words drew the orgasm out, and he couldn't help but cum again, and again, one after the other, no relief, no rest—

—but every time he came, her shuddering breaths and gasps and whines were more than enough evidence that she shared his bliss. She gripped him in midair, but it seemed like that was all she could do now—and all he could do was drill her until her words were only babble and her kisses wet and messy. He felt like she was getting as dumb and horny as him, and she seemed to relish it.

Time blurred into colors and flashes of light, bursts of pleasure, moans and cries of pure delight. And Senya loved it.

Still, it felt like it had been a long time when her tail finally lost some of its strength, and she went limp. They sank to the ground, still bucking against one another in the orgasmic aftermath.

As they settled, Senya felt Tricin's coils curling tighter still around him, binding him, keeping him from wandering off. His cock was still in her pussy, and though the climaxes had passed, it felt as though her cunt was continuing to gently stroke him. The fairies began to land atop them, curling up and going to sleep in his and Tricin's hair. Most of them seemed just as exhausted as he felt, and were content to slip into the world of dreams—erotic dreams, judging by the little sounds they were making as they nodded off.

Some stayed by his ear, though.

And these fairies began to whisper.

"Feels good to be a good slut," one cooed. Her voice sank into his head, crackling and seductive.

"Good sluts always obey," bubbled another. Her voice filled his mind with the simple, pleasurable thought. He felt like he should try to ignore it, but it lingered, fizzing in his brain like soap suds.

"Good boys and girls always beg Mistress Tricin for pleasure," sang a third, and her voice was as sultry and lovely as an erotic lullaby. He felt his mind crumbling into powder in the wake of their sweet whispers. It felt so easy to just lie there, and let the whispers sink in... and it was so hard to think with his cock still so hard, and still in such a nice, wet, warm place...

"Shoo! Shoo!" A hand darted in, waving the fairies off. Senya looked up dimly, seeing the Hob now standing over him. She turned to the stockman, who looked serious. When had Jerrod gotten there? "Crows, then? You sure?"

"Sure as anything. The scarecrows are handlin' it, but, uh—"

"No, you were right to call me." Bobbin clearly hesitated. She glanced down at Senya. "Master, I'm sorry, you'll be alright there for a while. Jerrod and I need to, uh, check on something."

"Guh?" Senya managed. He could feel Tricin's pussy still wetly milking him, slowly building him toward another climax—though unless she woke up soon, it could take quite a while. She was basically edging him right now. And fey only had one reason to ever edge a lover. He struggled, but he couldn't even budge.

"You'll be fine." Bobbin smiled. "She's a good girl, and we conditoned her to get sleepy after orgasms, so she won't be able to start up anything major for at least a good half-hour. We'll be right back. Tricin, no mischief!"

"Mm-hm," came the blissful, dreamy reply.

"Wait!" Senya cried, but his voice was barely a whisper as the two walked off, leaving him along with the lamia. Within the lamia. Everything felt dreamlike, and he was so tired. So tired.

After a minute or so, he heard a light buzzing sound. The fairies started to settle atop him again. There were more of them now—at least five.

"A good boy doesn't question Mistress Tricin," one of them cooed in his ear.

"A good pet always does as Mistress Tricin wants," breathed another in his other ear.

"B-Bobbin?" he ventured. No response.

He felt the coils shift and tighten, just a little. He turned, and found himself staring deep into those rust-gold-green eyes. Tricin smiled at him as he felt his mind slowly sinking back down, deep into her own dreamy stupor.

"Ssshhh," she hissed. "Be a good pet for Tricin for a little while."

"A good pet says, 'Yes, Mistress'."

"Yes, Mistress," he heard himself say without thinking.

The fairies and Tricin giggled.

Senya gulped.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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