On the Tip of Her Tongue Ch. 04

Lim stared up at the elder tongue fiend and swallowed, desperately trying to will her hand to go still. Her hand, stuck wantonly between her legs, eagerly ignored her. The tongue-like tentacle that was the demoness's tail slithered around Lim's neck, draped heavily over her shoulders like a hedonistic feather boa, and Lim shivered as she felt the tingling of its special venom sinking into her. She knew she was soon going to start getting even more vulnerable. More giggly. More forgetful. More... more...

She squirmed and wiggled, biting her lip, as she desperately stroked herself to yet another whimpering orgasm. The pleasure washed through her like a heavy humid summer rain, unbearably thick and choking and hot and intoxicating.

"That's it," the tongue fiend cooed indulgently, smirking down at Lim's feeble struggle. "Aww, you just can't help yourself, can you, little one?" Her eyebrows raised as her voice was joined by several others, overlapping and interlacing into a webbing like spider's silk. "You just can't help but stroke your pretty pussy."

"Nnnuh!" Lim squeaked. She felt Larya creeping up from behind, embracing her, helping her stroke...

She needed to resist. Needed to fight back. She giggled. Gosh, it just... this wasn't good, was it? The voices were so hard to resist all layered over one another like this, and it felt so nice to listen... to obey...

"You want to stroke your pretty kitty clitty until you're just a happy brainless bimbo," Lingua purred sweetly, her voices pouring one over the other like endless spooling pooling honey, and Lim drank it all up. "Just a happy dumb little pussypet~"

"N-Nuuh," Lmim protested, whimpering as her fingers worked furiously stroking her clit, edging and edging, trying desperately not to make herself cum. She couldn't dare cum. Fey only got hornier and hornier with every orgasm, and she'd already fucked herself too many times today... "nnnoo, i won't... you aren't, um, doing anything i--anything I can't... resist..."

"You can't resist," Larya agreed with equal sweetness, her soft lips smacking delicately along Lim's neck as her hand guided Lim's to stay between her legs and keep stroking, faster and faster by the second. "Nobody can. Why would you wanna, Lim? Gosh, like, it feels soooo nice to submit to all this pleasure!"

"Nnoo," Lim panted, her voice almost a mew. She glared fiercely up at Lingua as her fingers pumped into and out of her dripping-wet pussy, as her haoppy little kitty clitty tingled and buzzed with delight at every little touch. Gods, letting Larya control her felt so hot. If only there weren't... weren't this tongue running up her thigh, wet and warm and slick and probing along her sensitive areas...

"Just give in," Larya cooed, giggling as Lim's words dissolved into a moan, fuck she was so close-- "it feels soooo fun to give in, Lim, sweetie, I know you wannaaa~"

"Mewww," Lim squeaked. She recovered herself and scowled up at the sly Lingua. "Th-This... you're not g-gonna get, um, like..." Her mind seemed to skip over something, and she binked, confused.

What had she been... saying?

She moaned and shivered as she came to yet another small orgasm, the sensory overload of pure bliss flowing into her so very easily now. Her own tongue lolled in pleasure as her eyes rolled up and crossed, and her cheeks burned in humiliation even as she moaned and whimpered in stupid, senseless glee, staring up hopelessly into Lingua's beautiful shining eyes.

"You were saying?" Lingua asked tenderly, batting her eyelashes.

Lim squirmed, feeling Larya's lips kissing down towards her full, bare breasts as the tongue tentacle tail slithered wetly towards her hands and their target. "This... I won't... give innnn..."

"Really?" Lingua's head tilted to the side. "Are you sure?"

Lim nodded desperately, eyes rolling back up into her head as she struggled to resist Larya's lips, the tentacle's sweet sensations...

And Lingua smiled smugly, her gorgeous face positively radiating confidence, a pure, easy-going certainty that could only be born of experience.

"You will," she cooed.

Lim went still as she felt the tongue tendril slide wetly underneath her thong... and delicately pull it away from her.

Lingua smiled as she took Lim's thong, and made a show of admiring it briefly before setting it aside.

With this time, she reached up and raised a strange nine-tailed whip to Lim's eye level.

Lim stared at the magical device for a moment, eyes glazed and uncomprehending. Was Lingua going to use it on...

And then she registered how the whip was beginning to glow, and her eyes widened, and she started to thrash. "Nno! No, you-- n-no, you don't h-have to--"

And Lingua laughed as the whip surged into life, its form shifting and morphing and growing inside, morphing rapidly into a slobbering mass of writhing tongue tentacles.

The elder tongue fiend's infamous cat of nine tongues.

Lim squealed as the surging mass of tentacles descended onto her and Larya, wrapping around her, so slick and hot and slippery and--and thrusting inside her pussy, forcing her hands aside.

"NNnnoo!" she squealed, her voice breaking as the slippery tentacles pumped into her, filling her, licking everywhere, so sweet and indulgent and affectionate but too much too much oh gods yessss but too much-- "Nnno, pleeEEeease, i'll be good i'll be good--"

"Aww, I thought you were going to resist me, darling!" Lingua teased.

"please oh please no no no no i can't i can't--" Lim mewled and struggled to close her legs together, but the tentacles pulled them ever-so-gently apart and continued to fuck her silly.

"You can't?" Lingua pressed, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You... can't resist?"

"no!" Lim squealed brainlessly. "please no please no i can't i can't!!"

Lim was overwhelmed by the echoing voices, by Larya's kisses, by the tentacles thrusting into her, fucking her so deeply. Oh, gods, she was already panting, already about to cum aga--

And the tentacles relaxed their furious fucking and slid back out, leaving her cheeks as red as rubies, a gasping, panting, whimpering mess, almost toally limp in Larya's arms.

"I thought so~" Lingua cooed.

Lim stared up at her, eyes as wide as saucers. She was so close. So close.

And then the tentacles seized her by the arms and legs, pulled her from Larya's embrace, and tossed her right up into the air.

For a moment, the catgirl soared through the air, weightless, boundless. Her heart fluttered with fright and confusion, briefly completely off-balance in a way that she could only be she tossed several feet into the air.

And then they caught her.

She whined and thrashed as the tentacles slid between her legs and caught her on top of them. She was straddling one of the long tongues, and her lower lip quivered in the effort of holding in another loud, shameless moan as she felt its slick warmth against her dripping slit.

"Aww, just look at you!" Lingua teased, and Lim trembled with shame as she licked her lips, realizing she was drooling. "Do we like that, pretty kitty? or..." her voice lowered to a smoky, husky purr. "Does your pretty clitty like it?"

Lim bit her lip and glared, even as her heart fluttered as the tentacles rose around her, slowly wrapping around her breasts and beginning a slow, easy groping. Almost... milking motions, she thought, and grinded her hips hopelessly at the thought. She tried to speak but didn't trust her vocal cords, not right now.

It felt... so, so, so good.

And also, she thought with a sheepish giggle, she was... having trouble remembering what she'd been about to say, anyways.

Larya was in the air, too, but she was eagerly spreading her whole body out, helping the tongue tentacles to attend to her needy bimbo form. Lim tried not to look, even as her mind seemed to drip and leak every time the tentacles licked over her nipples, slurped along her tight asshole...

Everything felt so... wet right now, she thought, squirming in embarrassment. So wet and melty and drippy and soft. The tongue slid slowly along her slit and between her asscheeks as she felt the tongue forming an arch, beginning to encourage her to slide downwards.

"Just look at you," Lingua teased with a happy smile. "Does that feel goooood, little bimbo slut?"

"Th-This..." Lim whimpered, feeling her mind getting so, so soft and warm and wet. She giggled. "This, um... ummm..."

"You just wanna be a good girl, now, don't you?" Lingua purred. "Just my good little bimbo buttslut clittycat?"

"Ohhh..." Lim shook her head desperately, and she could almost feel her thoughts sloshing around in her pretty head, so wet and melty and eager to drip and drool from her tingling pussy...

And the sliding began to speed up, and she let out an involuntary moan of hopeless slutty happiness as the tongue licked all the way along her form. She fell facedown, unable to keep even her catlike balance any longer, and mewled and squealed in ecstasy as the thick, long tongue slid over her tingling nipples, her sensitive tummy, and all along between her legs.

And she began to slide downwards, with a curious sense of deja vu.

"That's right," Lingua cooed encouragingly, making Lim melt a little at how hot and sexy those many voices sounded as they lavished praise over her slutty, wanton behavior, "there's a good slut! Feels so good to just be a good little tongueslut, doesn't it? Aww, I thought so!"

"Ahhh..." Lim whimpered and closed her mouth, realizing her tongue was lolling out again, her eyes were crossed, like some sort of happy smiling beaming bimbo kitty. She bit her lip.

She needed to fight this. Needed to resist the pleasure.

Needed to resist the endless pretty spiraling lengths of tentacle that spiraled down before her as she slid down the slide and moaned and mewed with glee.

Her nipples felt so nice and sensitive. So slutty. She gasped as the tongue seemed to stroke over them with such affection, licking over her whole breasts and between them, as other tentacles joined it and played and lapped all along her body.

She was humiliated. She could even feel them stroking her hair, almost... grooming her. Like a little kittypet. She squirmed against the touches, but couldn't help but wiggle her cute pert butt as tongues went there, too, teasing her flicking tail. She kept trying to cover herself with that tail, but it barely obeyed her, too much enjoying the attentions she was receiving--and when it did obey her, the tentacles just tugged it mercilessly, making her squeak and blush crimson as the tongues continued to lick and tease what lay beneath it.

"That's right, my good little kitten," Lingua cooed. "Just accept my pleasure... and watch the pretty spirals dance~"

And the spirals were so pretty. Lim wriggled helplessly in delight as the swirling tentacles surged up towards her, as she began sliding faster and faster, the physical pleasures matched only by the loveliness of the spirals pouring into her mind.

She knew she needed to look away, but her head felt so, so heavy. So full of sloshy melty thoughts. So drippy with syrup... she giggled, forgetting what she'd just been thinking about and watching the pretty spirals gush past...

"That's right," Lingua sang, as Lim's struggles slowed, as Lim's thoughts slowed to a slow, weak trickle, dammed up by pleasure and flowing only at Lingua's wicked, corruptive whim. "Just stare and sink... siiink... cute little thing..."

Lim moaned softly. She was sliding almost vertically now, and it seemed the faster she descended, the faster her nipples and clit and pussy and asshole were licked along by the long, long tongue, the slower her thoughts became... "Nnnnuuuhhh..."

"Just give in, Lim," she heard Larya cooing in her ear, and from the corner of her spiral-filled vision she saw Larya wrapped up in tongues and squirming in bliss next to her. The druidess cooed in dumb pleasure, her eyes flooded with pink spirals of her own as Lim's eyes weakly broke away to meet them.

"no..." Lim whined. "No, I won't..."

"Ooh, but it feels so gooood<' Larya burbled, giggling.

"I'm nnnnya... not gonna give in..."

"You just wanna be a good slut," Larya purred.

"You want to submit," Lingua's voices echoed.

"Wanna be a good bimbo!"

"Want to be a good, dumb slut~"

"Wanna...'' Lim whimpered in embarrassment as she caught herself about to say... gods knew what. "N-No, no, you... i'm not a slut!"

"You're not?" Larya's bubbly bimbo voice was almost vibrant with glee as Lim's body and mind flowed towards a looming destination. "You're sure you aren't some dumb little slutty kitty?"

"A silly brainless buttslut?" Larya suggested.

"A needy little kittypet?" Lingua cooed.

"Nnnuh-uh!" Lim giggled vapidly. "I'm... in... cunnnttroll..."

Larya reached down and guided Lim's chin upward. Lim's head sloshed like it was full of heavy molasses as it was lifted to gaze up. "Say it again~" Larya said sweetly.

Lim gazed up at the mirror image of herself.

She looked like a depraved mess. Her face was red and glistening with sweat, covered in smeared red kissmarks from Larya. Her breasts were slick with Lingua's venom. Her red hair was mussed up, her red lips parted wide in a dumb, brainless smile as her tongue lolled out, her green eyes crossed with purre, stupid, slutty pleasure.

"i'm..." she whimpered, hearing how small and meek her voice suddenly was, hearing that lispy bimbo lilt, "i'm, like... not... ummm..."

Larya released Lim, and her head fell back onto the slick, warm tongue-tentacle, and her eyes returned to the spirals.

"Soooo cute," Lingua's many voices purred, and Lim shuddered with ecstasy--

--and she slid right down into the swirling tongue 'cocoon'.

Briefly, Lim was immersed in pure, mind-melting bliss. The slippery tongues pulsed and writhed around her, drawing tighter and tighter, lavishing their sinful love over her entire perverted little catgirl body as she wiggled and mewled, not even her face escaping the exquisite attentions.

Her head popped out the other end with a slick schlupping sound, and she hung there in a daze.

Then she heard a lewd slurping sound, and felt a soft, curvy, supply form she knew well wriggling in next to her own.

She let out a mewl of helpless lust and writhed, squirmed against Larya's hot curvy body, wiggled against the slippery tongues.

But down beneath the tongue tentacle prison, her fingers were back between her legs. She didn't quite remember putting them back there, but then again, her mind was so melty and leaky...

... and it just got drippier and droolier the more she touched and touched and touched...

She giggled as Lingua descended to smile smugly down at her. Gosh, Lingua was looking at her like she was suuuuch a slut. Little did Lingua know, Lim was gonna escape out of here any second now!

As soon as... She gulped. As soon as, um, she came one more time. Just one more orgasm.

or two more.

Okay, maybe... three...

Lim squirmed and struggled and mewed in hopeless happy lust as Larya's plump cocksucking lips kissed all over her so, so desperately sensitive breasts, as thoughts of pure obedience echoed in her mind...

"You can't resist my hypnotic spell," Lingua teased in her ear, and Lim brought herself to another tiny exquisite whimpering orgasm at the sound of Lingua's gorgeous voices. "You can't resist the pleasurrre~"

"nnnoooo..." Lim whimpered, only vaguely recognizing she was accidentally agreeing. It was accidental, surely. She was still... still resisting. She totally hadn't given in yet...

... like, totally.

She giggled stupidly as Lingua caressed her cheek, Lignua's eyes shimmering with promise. Down below, her fingers pumped frantically. The orgasms weren't enough. She needed more pleasure.

More.

Mmmmore...

"You're both going to be so good for me now, aren't you?" Lingua said sweetly, leaning in close and nuzzling Lim's cheek, kissing her with those soft, plush, luscious lips and leaving a big, red lipstick mark on her face. A mark of ownership.

"yesssss, Mistress..." Lim heard Larya slur as she suckled devotedly on one of Lim's nipples.

"Ahnnnh... umm..." Lim giggled brainlessly and wiggled like a hot little sex kitten. "N-Noo?"

"You'll keep each other good," Lingua cooed. "Keep each other obedient. Keep each other soooo dumb~"

"Dumb dumb dumb!" Larya sang happily. She giggled.

Lim giggled too--Larya was such a bimbo! She couldn't help but laugh. Gosh, Larya always made such a cute bimbo. Totally unlike Lim. Totally.

After a pause, Lingua pulled back and locked eyes with Lim. "Well, kittyslut?"

Lim blinked big eyes. "Hug? oh! umm... nuh-uh!" She giggled and shook her head, unsure what the question was but knowing she had to resist. "I'm, um... gonna totally, like, s-stop--" She bit her lip and keened softly as yet another orgasm--surely her tenth today at least--drew nearer and nearer, her fingers toying frantically beneath the slippery tentacles. "ssstopp you! Not gonna be, um..."

She pouted. What had she just been...

"Dumb?" Larya suggested sweetly.

Lim's face lit up, and her heart bubbled with happy delight. "Dumb!" she cooed. "Dumb-dumb-dumb!" She giggled.

Lingua giggled, too! Lim kept giggling. Giggling was so much fun! "Aww, gosh, I guess I really can't control you, huh?"

"Nnnope!" Lim gave a smug purr, making Larya sigh happily at the sensation. "Like, I'm... totally dominant! Teehee!"

"My, my," Lingua exclaimed, "such a confident kitty. I guess I may as well just let you go..."

Lim giggled reflexively--then her eyes widened. "Really?" she burst out, her lips parting in wonder.

"Really!" Lingua smirked, putting a finger to Lim's parted lips. Lim found her lips seeking that finger, sucking it plaintively, greedily. Her lips felt so, soooo sensitive... "I just need you to tell me one thing first~"

"Mmm... ahnhh... okay!" Lim pulled off the finger and giggled. Gosh, she was about to be set free and about to cum again! This was going so well! As she felt Larya's lips kissing up her body, felt the tongues massaging her ass and thighs and shoulders into near-total limpness, she felt incredibly proud of herself for finding a way to outsmart Lingua and escape.

Gosh, she thought, pouting, like, i almost feel kinda bad for leaving this. It feels soooo good...

Just as she was thinking this, the hands pulled away, and she whined reflexively.

"All you have to do, sweet little clever kitty," Lingua cooed, booping Lim's nose, "is count up from one to however many crewmates are on your friend's ship. It can't be more than sixteen, can it?"

Lim beamed. "Y-Yeah!" she managed, despite desperately craving her hands again oh gosh it feels soooo good and i need it i need to be filled i can't even think straight "i can, umm, totally do that!"

"I'm sure you can," Lingua purred.

Lim glowed with pride, so triumphant that she was about to prove just how smart she was.

She opened her mouth, and hesitated, trying to think. It was... it was, umm... her eyes crossed slightly with effort. "Umm--"

And then she had it. She giggled and blinked up at Lingua. "Tw--"

And all around her, the tongue tentacles undulated, shifted--

--and plunged into her asshole and pussy at the same time.

Lim couldn't even hear Larya experiencing the same fate. She couldn't even hear Lingua's smug, amused laughter.

All she heard were the wet sounds of the lapping tongues and her own squealed mewls of pure, dumb, humiliated brainless pleasure.