Perfect Fit Ch. 03

Larya giggled up at her. Lim watched her go by, with just one departing kiss.

And then Lim, panting, struggling to put together words, felt herself beginning to slide.

Stradling the tail on her belly as she was, the catgirl whined and mewled in unbearable pleasure as her whole body slid across the warm, smooth, pulsating scales, stroking her nipples and between her legs like a long, silken glove.

She struggled, trying to arrest her slide, perhaps trying to remember one of the druidic tricks she could use to get out of this situation—but no sooner had she tried to lift her head that the tip of the tail descended and gently, firmly forced her head back down.

So she could stare, Lim realized, her lips parting, into an endless spiral of coils.

The catgirl slid down the coil's length with barely a sound aside from moans. As she slid, she gazed down helplessly into the coils as they wound around her, as she slid deeper and deeper among them, dimly realizing too late just what she was entering.

Her mind oozed as Celeste cooed degrading praise, as Larya clapped with excitement, wriggling in her own constraints. Her excitement was infectious. Lim, staring open-mouthed into the spirals as they immersed her, drowned, her, found herself giggling and wriggling as well.

Down. Down. Deeper and deeper. Lim's eyelids fluttered, her eyes filled with beautiful spirals like those that surrounded her, and she let out a helpless, intoxicated sigh as the coils began to... tighten.

And with that happy sigh, the catgirl slipped right into her own coil prison, the twin to Larya's. She squirmed happily, dangling upside-down, feeling suddenly so very comfy and content.

It was so warm. So smooth and safe. So hot and sexy. The coils held her totally helpless, massaging her into sleepy submission, stroking and groping her ass. Lim had never felt so objectified.

And she had never felt such love as she stared helplessly into Celeste's eyes. The spirals assaulted her brain, pounded her mind with the promise of endless, irresistible pleasure. Submission.

"S-Stop," she whimpered, ears flattening to the sides of her head in fear. "Let me go. Let us go." She squirmed in her confines, but every movement she made felt sexual, and she couldn't help but rub her groin against the coils that had slipped between her legs—couldn't help but wonder if her squirming wasn't in part calculated to display herself wantonly for the lamia and Larya's enjoyment, to lure them into doing even more to her. As with Larya, the coil prison covered everything except her head, breasts and butt, and the latter two were still being heavily fondled.

"It's okay, Lim!" Larya reassured her, kissing Lim's neck. "It's okay. Good kitty. Gooood kitty." Her voice was soothing, pacifying, patronizing. "It's sooo much easier... mm... to just melt down... obey..."

Lim looked into Celeste's shimmering eyes, and the catgirl bit her lip. "No, Larya," she whispered, "w-we've gotta... gotta get away-eehee!" She was cut off in giggles as Larya's kisses started to descend down to her shoulders, her underarms, her ticklish sides, Celeste conspiring with Lim's bimbo temptress to pull away the coils, always exposing just the sliver of flesh Larya wanted to kiss.

"Just get all melty," Larya gushed, giggling, too, as she took merciless advantage of the ticklish spot only Larya knew Lim had, planting tender kisses and little strokes all over Lim's side. "Mmm... she'll make you feel soooo much pleasure if you're just... a good... little... kitten..."

"N-No, I'm not... you can't." Lim mewed her lust as the coils tightened, caressing her whole body with the gentleness of ten old lovers combined.

Larya started kissing lower. "Just get," she breathed, "all melty. And slutty. And mistress will let us be together!"

The wording of that gave Lim a brief pause.

'Let us be together'?

Just how long was this fey planning on...

But in a war between Lim's attention span around a complex thought and the need to mewl and beg like the horny bimbo she was, it was never a real contest. Oh, she struggled, she fought, but the concern slipped from her head like melting butter.

And all that was left of it was the molten mess.

And Larya was still kissing her, kissing Lim's side, making her giggle even worse than the pine dryads had... cooing teasing praise to her...

"P-Please," she whined, "please... please make me all melty!" Fully beyond making a show of defiance, the catgirl wiggled her ass, stared into Celeste's gorgeous eyes in utter devotion. "M-Make me... make me..." She choked on the word.

Celeste waited. Lim stared into those spiral eyes, quivering, waiting.

Waiting for Celeste to crush her will once and for all.

But now the lamia stayed silent. Celeste simply smiled slyly and continued to tighten her coils.

Lim stared imploringly into the spirals.

And at last, she realized that nothing here would be easy. The seconds ticked by as she struggled with herself. Struggled to say what she knew she shouldn't say, but Larya's fingertips were dancing along her sides, and Celeste was pinching a nipple and biting her lip seductively...

"Please," Lim whined, "d-do whatever you want! I'll..."

"You'll do anything," Larya cooed in her ear.

"I'll do anything!" Lim, squeaked, trying to hold in giggles as the fingertips tickled.

"Be anything," Larya added, punctuating the whisper with a kiss on the cheek.

Lim nodded obediently. "I'll be anything!"

"Even..."

Larya's words hung in the air. Lim swallowed.

"Even a pretty kittyslut," she mumbled, biting her lip and averting her eyes.

There was a pause.

Celeste leaned in close, and Lim felt the coils around her loosening. They worked quickly. In mere moments, she was dangling right-side-up from the coils, which were only wrapped around her waist now, but still caressing her rear.

And once again, Celeste was right in front of her, eyes swirling, lips curved upwards in a sultry smile.

Lim was exposed. Naked, save for her bow. Positively dripping, totally defenseless.

And though she couldn't tear her eyes from Celeste's beautiful eyes for even a second, she could plainly see that Celeste had a cock. A monstrous, beautiful cock pointed right at Lim's entrance.

Lim bit her lip, staring into Celeste's eyes, and nodded desperately.

And Celeste smiled. "Tell me," she purred, "that you are sssoooo grateful for thisss."

Her cock slid inside Lim. Lim's lips parted, and she let out a scream of pleasure as she was filled more fully than ever. She writhed in the coils' grasp, lost in the spirals even then. Larya covered her with kisses, cooing wordless love, wordless praise, wordless delight that Lim now understood.

And Lim did. Lim's eyes were wide with both ultimate joy and flustered panic as she realized she was in the grasp of no fey at all.

The pleasure was too good—too wonderfully, stickily, sinfully good. Every thrust seemed to turn Lim's mind a bit more into mush, fill her heart with a little bit more love, but it was too much.

The catgirl was staring into the eyes of a coil fiend.

Luckily, Lim knew exactly what a coil fiend was and how to fight them.

She'd studied them. Lim knew plenty about demons.

She moaned and mewled, lower lip quivering as Celeste pounded her, as Larya's arms wrapped around her. She knew what to do. She just needed a moment. A distraction.

"Come," Celeste said sweetly.

And Lim let out a squeal of pleasure as her climax soared inside her, flooding her brain with the chemicals to turn her every sensible thought into gooey-gooey love. She felt Celeste coming inside her, and knew she was being filled with pure, sweet corruption.

But she didn't care. Lim giggled, and wriggled, having totally forgotten whatever her plan had been. It was probably a silly one, anyways. She stared joyously into the eyes of her Mistress, and when Celeste asked her, sweetly, if she would like more, Lim knew just how to mew and bob her head.

After fucking her new kittytoy's brains out for a little bit, Celeste lifted both her and Larya up into the air, laid them both atop her coils, and let them slide down together.

Into their own sweet coil prison-for-two.

Lim barely noticed, because she was licking Larya out, mewing and moaning and lapping hungrily. Larya was facing the opposite direction, devouring her pussy's pussy with all the fervor of a dedicated worshiper.

Lim was drowning in bliss. She had no idea which way was up or down, which of them was right-side-up. She didn't need to know. Good slutty kittytoys just licked, and came, and obeyed. And when she found herself totally encased in the coil prison, she was overjoyed to keep licking, keep coming.

She was going to show Larya just who was the domme around here, the brainwashed catgirl thought with a giggle.

And her last half-sensible thought, before the pleasure and massaging coils melted her completely into a gooey-headed, begging, licking, suckling, squirming, giggling enslaved little slut, was a vague worry that her bow was going to get messy.

She'd dressed up so nice tonight, after all.

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Celeste smiled, watching the two wriggle and writhe. She couldn't even really see much of either of them, at this point, so soundly contained in their prison. But she could hear their moans. And she could sense their lust. And she could see that cute cat-tail twitching just outside of the prison, the only real clue to the occupants aside from breasts and asses.

She'd keep them in there for a little while. Maybe a few nights. Maybe, she thought with a giggle, a year or so. Get them nice and corrupted on each other. Make them her good girls.

Then again, she thought, licking her lips, it would be a shame to turn them into such thirsty sluts... and not make use of their new talents.

The demoness pinched a nipple and smirked.

She'd have plenty of time to decide. These two weren't going anywhere.

THE END.