Summoned!

[Pervy]

"Here as in.. Avernus, or this place in particular?" She hoped to deflect any too specific questioning. She blushed ever so slightly with the petting of her nicely round and full belly, feeling the other woman up against her back..

"Heh.. I'm a long story.. why don't you tell me about you, first.. how did you join this place?" She continued. "Heh.. I guess I am a bit interesting.. if you put it like that. It's not about.. submitting.. it's about the right.. thing.." She shifted,.. it was actually a little hard to explain.
"Claim me, huh.. for what?" She added, before tilting her head.. a kiss for some information. She could do that.

She tilted over, leaning forwards, softly pressing her lips upon the cultist-womans, blushing ever so slightly with their nude, intimate closeness in the bath. If Clarice was trying to be seductive, she didn't mind that much.. well, if she didn't share anything, the questions would continue, wouldn't they? She softly nibbled on the cultists lower lip, answering Clarice: "I'm... I enjoy submitting, but.. I guess its easier to explain why I submitted to the animals..
A wolf.. doesn't plot to hurt you or abuse you. It just wants to fuck you.. breed you, and after it's done with that, it's actually going to care for and protect you as a mate.. if you submit to it. It doesn't mislead you, use you. You can trust that simplicity.

Humans.. devils are different. Shame as it is, not everyone has your best interests in mind. The things they'll do.. trick you and train you.. condition you.. slowly guide you and drain your self esteem, only to forge you into twisted, obediant .. imagine them slowly twisting your mind and morals until you want to.." she hesitated clearing her throat. "Hah.. just.. musing."

 

[Aenon]

"Both....how I got here? I used to be a noble lady, who liked having fun. Simply put, I met some interesting people who also liked having fun. Yes, what you would call a cult."she recollected, with her hand subtly caressing it's way towards Cyra's pussy. Well, not exactly subtle, given that Cyra couldn't take away her mind from it, even if she tried...

"Sure,everyone has their own interests. The beasts simply have simpler interests - but they do want to breed you, don't they?" she mused, kissing Cyra once more, as her nimble fingers finally reached their destination, combing through Cyra's pubic hair, before passing through to stroke her pussy lips.

"I was trained, and all those things you mention. But what are we, without this? We simply have no purpose, living and dying without reason." she said, giving a hungry lick on Cyra's neck. It felt as if Cyra was a small fly, in front of an alluring fly-eater plant...she knew how this would go, but at the same time, should she really resist Clarice's advances? Why should she...even if she got corrupted a bit, it was only a bit...and it would worth it, if she enjoyed it. What was the point in living a life where one wouldn't give in to such sweet temptations, at all...

"I found out that everyone wants their own things...and so do I. But to not get what I wanted, only to prevent others from getting what they wanted...that would be foolish, wouldn't it?" she asked, as her middle finger pushed against Cyra's opening, and then sliding inside surprisingly easy.

"Truth is, that you realize it too. You want to be trained, to be given a purpose, to have fun. And why shouldn't you? Sure, someone might have his own plans for you...but what's the alternative...becoming a nun?"

"No. You are a horny, sexy girl. But until you are trained, I am sorry to say, but you are simply not realizing your full potential...or fully living your life. Someone tried to train you in the past, but they betrayed you, leaving you unable to trust a new master...am I right?" she inqired, giving an other deep kiss to the captivated Cyra "But you are wrong. It was never about you trusting them...it is about you, needing to get trained...to simply trascent your previous limits. Then, you wouldn't be afraid of any betrayal..."

"Listen to me...I could provide you with all of this." she whispered seductively in Cyra's ear, her voice sending sweet shivers down her spine, making her heart beat faster. "All you need to do, is to let me..."

Why did the offer sound so tempting, even if she knew that it was not a good idea? Why did she feel the need to give in, and get properly trained to become...what, a sex-slave? A sex-toy? A mindless slut? Or was it a need to find where she belonged...or belong to someone? Why was she getting horny by all those totally perverted thoughts?

 

[Pervy]

"Well, how I got here is a long story, I will admit it's not as bad as I thought.."
She glanced to the bathing beauty besides her... "But I'd propably make a choice or two different still... long story, Heh."
Perhaps that, and a pregnant pause, (ahem) would soothe the cultist-gals curiosity.

"Kind of rough place to be seeking fun, isn't it?" She tried, shifting and blushing ever so slightly, but not minding the caressing hand..
"I mean.. yes.. beasts want to breed you or eat you but they are.. refreshingly honest about it, eh?"
She shifted, parting her legs to allow Clarice to caress her.. not that she minded, after the lustful beast-time, obviously..

"You were tricked and trained huh?" She prompted, gulping ever so slightly. Just how much of her own philosophy would she.. could she give away?
She gasped softly.. someone as.. harmless as Clarice couldn't corrupt her proper, now, could she? And, thinking about it, her death hadn't been all that meaningful, now had it...?

"I .. aaaahmn.. guess so.. haaah?" She gasped, feeling Clarice's finger, so smooth yet flexible, slide into her with a suprising, enticing amount of skill, making her shift and spread her legs.. for easier access, her soft, pink sex on display, tingling with the warm water, silver hair waving along with Clarice's motions as she ever so slightly nuzzled into the devil-cultists embrace. No reason to feel -bad- on her mission, right?

"Aaah.. mnhn.. hah.. I guess I am not a good nun, no..." She agreed, if only to encourage those nice touches a little more.. "Oohmnn.. wh.. what do you mean with not realizing my full potential right now? I.. I don't know if I can trust, yeah.. I guess.."
Cyra agreed, hesitating.. Love had been a bit nasty, but not this much.. was this an instinct from her burried memories? She pondered and, while distracted with her own concerns, purr-gasped at the soft, sensual feeling of Clarice's tongue and lips upon hers, parting, invading.. Cyra let it happen.

"Transcend my limits ?N.. not sure how.. but.. Huh.. haah.. wh.. what would you d.. do if I let you?" She gulped and, clearly aroused by this prospect, this dark temptation, rocked her hips forward into that caressing finger.. Clarices words made her body so hot, her heart beat fast.. damn it, she wanted this.. she could only hope this wasn't too obvious.. or.. perhaps a part of her hoped that it was, that Clarice would gently but forcefully continue, push her on...
She clung tot he edge of the pool, shifting int he warm, nice water, her feminine curves on beautiful, helpless display for the devil-cultist.. Just.. just experiencing a little of this, sounded good. Just so that she would be aware of what to watch out for...

 

[Aenon]

"Hmmm..." she hummed as she continued her teasing "...you don't know if you can trust me, means that you don't. But it's ok."

"You see...trusting someone who has proven himself, or someone who can't betray you, is easy. And because it is easy, it is worthless." she explained, her finger slowly circling around Cyra's clit. "Trusting someone who you know that you shouldn't trust...giving yourself wholy, while expecting nothing in return...that is something worthy."

"Do not expect me to be trustworthy. No. If you give yourself to me, I will do with you are I please. And you will love it." she whispered, her hot breath brushing Cyra's sensitive ear.

"You will learn that you will have to be a pleasing, obedient girl, always ready to please and be pleased. But this will be no chain, but a release, because that's what you really want, deep down...isn't it?" she questioned.

"You are submissive, so I can work with you. You occasionally like being in charge, so I can put others under you. Think of Momo...or the stable girl...or the mimic. You could be the one ordering them around, have them place their unconditional trust in you...tell me, didn't you find the idea of Momo fucking you whenever you want so....hot?" she asked, pressing their bodies closer together, as Cyra was approaching an orgasm.

"So, I will take your unconditional trust...I will mark you as mine, I will trick you, I will train you..and I will make you a little happy sex puppy. And the worst part, is that you will be loving. Every. Minute of it."

"I just need you to give me a tiny opening...and I promice, you will be set on the path you crave to be...wouldn't that be amazing?" she asked, as Cyra hanged on the edge of orgasming, slowing her pace right there. It was a sexy torture, designed to push Cyra into agreeing...

"If you agree, I will give you a magical mark, that will mark you as mine...you will have someone to belong to. Me. And I will make sure no one else harms you...not even our master." she offered again, her mouth so close to Cyra's "...and that's how you will trascend your limits...but letting yourself go. So...what do you say, my little pet?" she asked, waiting for her reply.

On one hand, it was surely a deal that only a pervert would agree on...on the other hand, maybe giving in for a while could help her mission...and her...it isn't like she would sign her soul away, or get in more trouble than she already was...what was the worst case scenario...getting trained in the kennels...or maybe becoming an obedient sex slave...but she wouldn't be so easily broken, even if she gave in a little...right?

 

[Pervy]

"Well.. err.." Wait, why was she emberassed about not trusting the cult-mercenary? "We do barely know one another for a few hours!"
Although she had to admit she was kind of curious what had happened to Clarice.. how'd she been trained into being a tool for evil...
And pleasure, right now.. She wasn't sure if the girl made perfect sense but the circling of her engorged clit surely was enticing..

Cyra glanced over and bit her lower lip, stifling.. mostly.. a soft moan when Clarice promised the paladin would love what Clarice could do to her. It made a dark and sensual part of her flutter in greed..
"I uh.." She began to protest.. but.. well what was there to protest?
"K.. kind of yes.." She nodded and gulped. She had maybe also secretly enjoyed the foxy druid fucking her whenever -she- wanted..
"Haah.. aaah.. a.. a tiny opening?" She panted. Damn it, why was this so tempting.. was she still getting tricked by the evil cult if she agreed to it just a little.. it did feel so hot however. Her body felt so hot, her breath heavy, yet flowing out in the water.. but held right there, tingling at the edge of what she wanted.. this.. enslavement?

She rocked her hips against the teasing, lewd cultists hand in vain.. just a moments weakness.. everyone could be forgiven that much, right?

"Haah.. y..y es.. Alright.. Fuuck.. I'll give in.. j.. just a little.. give me your mark.." She moaned out, her body tensing in growing lust. It wasn't like she was signing her soul away.. right? She had already done that anyway.. plus the cultist seemed nice.. well.. in a kinky way.. alright.. a messy pervert way. Not like the cultist could do much to her!.. propably. She let herself be claimed as pet to a lewd devil-cult.. just a little bit!

 

[Aenon]

"Yes, that's what I like to hear. Good girl." she praised, her finger finally picking up the pace. Was it becaused she liked getting called good girl, or maybe because she had surrendered herself? For whatever reason, Cyra found herself cumming just few moments later...

"See how amazing it felt, pledging yourself to me?" she asked, licking her fingers before pulling Cyra into an other steamy kiss.

"I guess we have to take you to the Second Lady, to help mark you..." she explained "...then I should give you some instructions about your incoming mission..."

However, a voice sounded, startling both Clarice and Cyra.

"Ah, you won't have to go anywhere, since I am already here. What a fine display, Clarice...I always wondered how you always claimed the best ones." an elven woman who was already in the bath chuckled. When did she get there? How comes neither of them noticed her? How long had she been there...while Cyra had been doing this embarrassing things...?

"My Lady...when did you arrive here?" she asked lowering her head. "Yes, I humbly request of your help in marking her as mine, please..."

"Well, I wonder. I heard we had a new one, and I came to check...but I arrived before you did, so I decided to wait. She does look nice, hmm...I will do it, but at a price...say, girl. Clarice can certainly train you, but her hand isn't strong enough, and she is a softie deep down."

"Ah..." Clarice looked away embarrassed.

"I will offer you a chance to become my pet instead. I will not go into lengthy descriptions...I will just say that with me, you will be properly treated as a cum-bucket. You will become a mind-broken sex slave, free for everyone to use. Now...if you are interested in the real deal, then I will have you. If not...then you don't need to be afraid, for I only take willing sluts." she smiled.

"In any case. I can mark you right now. However this spell will only work on willing targets. As for exactly what it does...there is only one way to find out, isn't there?" she chuckled.

 

[Pervy]

"Aah.. aah.. haah.. hmnn..." Cyra moaned out with the teasing of her sex... this was just short, kinky fun.. right? Well, her body splashing a bit of the warm, soothing water out of the pool might have disagreed as she lay in the cultists arms.

"Hmnn..." She sighed along shily, suckling a little on the girls upper lip.. briefly hesitating at being marked by the second lady.. then again, instructions? She'd been wanting for intel for a while now..

It seemed Cyra didn't have the time to reconsider her choice however, as the second lady appeared from.. huh.... it was impossible to get invisible inside a liquid, right? So had she watched? Shapeshifter, perhaps? Cyra blushed deeply at the implications.
"Uh..."
Cyra made, at the assertion that Clarice was too soft on her slaves.. that was what Cyra wanted, right? For her mission? She gulped at the elfs description, her body still tingling hotly.. damn it, she was getting aroused by that elves words.. was she the one that had trained Momo? It was strange, that devils cared so much about consent.. or, well, at least their mercenaries did. Had Cyra misjudged them?

Wait, she just noticed she was blushing deeply.. Alright... just between herself and her emberassment, she liked a .. firm hand.."I mean.. I do need a strong hand..

But ah! What I mean is.. I mean... you're pretty, but there's more than just.. sex.. I got uh.. things to do." She bit her lips.. just what was this spell? Geas.. she'd heard of that.. but that couldn't turn one into a slut or break their mind, now, could it? Either way, she should go with the .. softie.. not get tempted by the smirk of the elf-dominatrix who seemed to continue to stare at her hungrily. .. was this really happening? Did she really -want- to become an evil cultist.. slave.. mercenary.. whatever? Certainly a mark couldn't have that much impact.. "I mean.. not.. just having sex all day things.. you know..." She flailed her hand a little, water dripping off of her already re-heating body.

 

[Aenon]

"I am sure darling, you have other things to do too. However, you have to question yourself - what is really worth it, and what is not." the elf argued.

"Fighting is but a means to an end...it isn't your goal. Sure you can fight, but on your spare time you will be have to trained properly, to become a happy obedient slut. It is just the way things are. Now, I shouldn't talk too much, I guess leaving Clarice here a chance is the right thing to do..." she chuckled.

"But do not worry...I don't demand you to leave everything just to become a sex slave. You can do your own things when you want..." she smiled.

Somehow the elf felt more determined, more sure about what Cyra's position should be. Certainly, her training would also be more demanding...however, deep inside her, Cyra knew that maybe, just maybe, it would be more rewarding too...and more dangerous. What if she really liked it, and she didn't want to leave? Then again, would that be bad if that happened? Why not let it happen?

"Come here...let me cast this... Neidebo Cemk!" she announced with a complicated gesture, before reaching to touch Cyra's pussy.

A mark vaugly resembling a heart appeared above the paladin's pussy...she felt a tingling hot sensation, as if there was a feather scribing the mark on her.

"Almost done. You will now have to choose....by kissing your new master. So....who would that be?" she asked.

 

[Pervy]

Evil fiend-marking magic propably wasn't that bad. No really. -she- was a fiend, technically, and this cult seemed.. well.. more occupied with perverted things than corrupting souls.. well.. corrupting souls the mean way?... Ok perhaps Cyra was making excuses.
She listened to the elf. "I mean.. yes, fighting is just diplomacy gone messy. Uhmn.."
Wait, why did she have to become an obediant slut again? Certainly not just because it was arousing to imagine..

She gulped and looked at the brunette elf. Something about the demanding, yet promising treatment.. wait wait.. was she already forgetting the mind-broken cum-slut bits? Well she did kind of like the taste..
Cyra struggled with herself. So what if she liked it. She'd always been doing what she liked, and wasn't that in a way freedom too, giving up your freedom? While she was deliberating, the elf was casting her spell. She felt the tingle of magic.. and didn't chose to resist.. be it through arousal or lewd curiosity.

She wasn't a sex slave.. was she? No... but she might be one.. but the elf was so evil and tempting.. gods.. if she gave in to this, the devil-elf might break her, train her.. guide and seduce and goad her to a firm place in the hellish hierarchy.. with Cyra below her, of course.. She moaned softly, feeling the heat of the heart marking her.. perhaps she should run now, retreat.. the spell would likely inspire if she avoided kissing anyone for a while... and she'd just met either of these two, just what was their intent..

Well they'd been kind of clear on that. She could run.. or she could follow the warm tingling in her sex...
She looked down at herself. That heart-shaped marking. Yes, this felt well.. and those women were both incredibly hot, but just what was she doing.. should she really go through with this? She could flee.. and try very hard not to smooch anyone, especially that devil she was sent here to investigate by.. right.. the drow.. She shook her head ever so slightly.. damn it, why was she such a .. well.. bottom girl... It would be easier being an amazing holy knight without all of these.. desires and fantasies.

Cyra felt like she'd done something like this before.. like what Love had done to her when they arrived in hell? Even before then? She did need to straighten out her memory.. oh yes.. right,.. that was why she was here.
Then again. It wasn't like much of this had been her choice. Perhaps chosing something bad.. but fun.. would be a welcome change of pace. why struggle against her fun, to what end, to what reward? Was not like she could fall much further, why not do it proper, right?

Although.. The Dark elves had been really hot too. Even in hell. Without a need for Devils. More of a.. family.
Oh Cyra was on some level aware that the drow-family was another little layer of their bondage-trickery. Make one feel like they were part of a family..

With some effort and a deep blush she extended her hands, hesitating.. lowering one to cup her lower abdomen, feeling the mark before extending the other. So what. If she truly submitted and enjoyed herself, perhaps this -was- were she belonged. And only one way to find this out for sure.

She extended her hand to hold onto the Second ladies cheek.. all or nothing.. before pressing a deep kiss upon her lips. Whatever this glowy tatoo magic would do to her, she was ready .. to experience it.

 

[Aenon]

Cyra felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Her mind became happy, and everything got fuzzy for a moment that felt exceptionally long.

"I knew I wasn't wrong about you. From now on, you belong to me. Sorry Clarice my darling...but this one will be mine. Wait outside to take her for that mission." she dismissed Clarice with a wave of her hand.

"Now...it is time to set your behaviour." she snapped her fingers, and Cyra felt everything becoming so foggy...it was as if she was sleeping, except she was not. She could just stand there with a satisfied smile, unknowing what was going on in the outside world.

"I, Mirilisa, am your owner. You will treat me with respect, obey, and never betray me." she told to Cyra.

Cyra, was unaware of the elfs words...but in her mist like dream, she suddenly felt a desire to obey, respect, and absolutely never betray the trust of her new mistress...it an desire that she could try to resist...but she didn't really want to...

"...Hmm...I kinda want to break you the old fashioned way...lets just say that from now on, you will refer to yourself as 'this slut'."

Cyra felt the fog swirling around...yes, this slut...this meant her...it was like a name, only better...because it explained who she really was...

"Finally, you have to be a good girl. You will find really hard to resist sex related orders given to you, by anyone who is not your enemy."

Once again, Cyra felt her mind filling with the desire to be a good girl, and help others in any way possible, as this was her duty as a slut...

"Sadly, the spell can only do so much. Time to wake up." she snapped her fingers again.

Cyra...no, this slut, felt just the same...yet, a bit different. She had just kissed Mirilisa, her mistress, and then...then she realized that there were so many things about herself that she hadn't noticed before. This feeling of wanting to be a good girl, to prove her worth by making others happy...she knew she could do it...

"How do you feel, slut?" the elf asked, with a smirk.

 

[Pervy]

"Woah.. wha?" Cyra more mumbled than said, extending one arm to steady herself as she swayed, ever so slightly. She felt disoriented.. in a.. nice way? Was that the spell?

Set my behaviour? She wanted to ask, but she felt a little too foggy to say it out loud, just.. smiling distractedly in place. She gulped and blinked a bit sluggishly as new, lewd ideas invaded her thoughts..... She was.. this slut.. that..
She shifted a little, expression uncertain when mistress Mirilisa awakened her out of her dreamy state.. had this been the magic? Well, it wasn't bad.. for.. well.. evil devil magic. She felt.. pleasantly content.

"This slut feels kind of nice actually, this slut expected worse.. ah.. uh.."
She hesitated and blushed.. well, this was rather emberassing.. was it? Something about it felt emberassing, but she couldn't quite rub her finger on it. Had she always been this slutty... she tilted her head, trying to unify the magic with her normal way of thinking.. she wanted to be good and get mistress approval...
She lowered her eyes a little. It felt oddly right to address Marilise respectfully like this.. so she did it.. It also kind of aroused her, she had to admit.

"Th.. this slut ah.."
Wait.s he was This slut.. not.. she was this slut named Cyra.. "Y.. you did something to me, didn't you, lady Mirilisa?"
She concluded, shily.

 

[Aenon]

"Yes, I did. A small thing to help you ease in your role. You should understand that I can't be always next to you, instructing you how to become a proper sex slave, so this much is needed."

It was a bit of a pity that her owner wouldn't be always next to her...but at the same time a small happiness that her mistress was thinking out for her...weird, was this really how she was supposed to feel for having something done to her...?

"First things first, on your spare time you will be training to improve yourself. Your blowjob skills are already at a decent level, from what I hear...but you can't ignore everything else. After your mission, come to my lab...we will transform your pussy to a proper pleasure-hole." she instructed, petting the slut's head.

"If anyone asks you to do anything with them, you shall do so. But you will warn them that you are an unworthy slut, not properly trained yet. I don't want my reputation to be ruined. Don't be sad...just try your best, and you will be a worthy slut in no time." she conforted Cyra "But first, your mission."

"One of the masters, likes pergnant women. He has a small harem of them...but as you can guess, pregnant women don't stay like that forever. Basically, you simply have to do as he wishes. There is a small problem however..."

"...he does like to milk his cows...as he calls them. Of course the problem is, you aren't producing any milk, yet." she rolled her eyes, probably at the silly devil "So, the tricky part is, that he will make you start doing so." she shrugged "This can't be avoided...but I could make it easier for you to produce milk. Maybe so much that will impress him. The catch is, with his method, you will stop producing milk after a while...with my little secret magic boost, you will be leaking for a long, long time..." she offered.

 

[Pervy]

"This slut. .. uh.." She gulped a little, emberassed. Was she sure what she'd gotten herself into? It felt kind of tingly though, in an emberassing way. Her mistress did care! .. wait was that the right reaction to her situation?

Training to improve herself sounded reasonable enough.. but the topics of study.. she wanted to protest! but also not displease mistress.. She nuzzled to the petting. Somehow it was hard to protest when mistress was nice to her like this...

"T.. transform my pussy how?" She submitted to her curiosity. She gulped when she was told to tell others she was an unworthy slut.. it was.. hard to think of herself not as a slut but this.. it was emberassing! "This slut.. ah.. is this.. really necessary, Mistress? D.. do anything..."
She asked, blushing and nuzzling up to the pretty elf-mistress when comforted, listening to her mission.

A harem of pregnant women, huh? What a weird devil.. made to lactate? What more could happen to her here..
Her mistress offered to.. help. She kind of wanted to be a good, impressive slut.. She smiled, remembering the pleasant fog.. it was easy to think of herself as a slut...

"Th..t his slut would like mistress magic boost!" She pressed out, with a deep flush to her cheeks.. so what. This was not even technically her real body.. who cared if she had a little fun with it. She was a slut after all.. no wait, she was a paladin. a kind of slutty one, yeah.

 

[Aenon]

"How? With magic of course." she chuckled, avoiding Cyra's question "Surely there is no reason not to, right?" she concluded.


"It is good that you agreed. It shows that you are a good girl, who knows that should do anything to keep others happy." she nodded approvingly when Cyra agreed to have her breasts changed too.

For some reason, being a good girl sounded so nice...like having a satisfying meal, or a nap in avery comfortable bed...or getting fucked by a stranger for no good reason...or swallowing his huge load of cum...

"I was originally coming here for this reason, so I am prepared. Here..." she offered a small vial half-filled with a white fluid to Cyra. Where she got it from? Some kind of sleight of hand, or magic...or Cyra had been distracted by her thoughts of sucking cocks with her superior technique, leaving behind crowds of satisfied people...and other creatures.

"Hey! Try to concentrate a bit. Here, take this, and drink it..." she offered the vial again...it looked like cum...ok, not really...but there was some resemblance...maybe....or maybe it was just her idea....

 

[Pervy]

"Uhmnn.."
She fiddled with her hair a little. For some reason, she was super emberassed.. just not quite certain about what. Was there a reason? Well, she could come up with a bunch, if given a moment of undistracted thinking time. Undistracted by mistress praising her, for example. The praise made her feel warm and tingly. Like some other things. That definitly didn't seem right.. right?

"For what reason.. oh.. to offer this slut breast-assistance?"
She chuckled at that, looking at the vial, banishing all the thoughts of pleasuring and licking and suckling on all variety of nice, throbbing cocks and..

She shrugged and took the vial, slurping it up. Yes.. this much felt familiar, this was what she'd been about.. kinda.. suckling and licking nice cocks obediantly.. one could win wars with that.. She chuckled to herself. Was this really who she was? Well.. the holy warrior-ing hadn't really worked out now, had it? Perhaps this would do better..
"Ah, right, sorry mistress, got a little.. distracted.."
She admitted.

 

[Aenon]

"It is ok...you will learn to keep more focused as you get used to it." she conforted her.

Cyra felt a tingling sensation on her breasts...right around her nipples...as if something was crawling under her skin. It was a weird sensation, like an itch she had to scratch...

"Do you feel it working? Come here..." she pulled Cyra and hugged her from behind "...we need to do this for it to have the maximum effect."

She then plunged her fingers in Cyras chest, before massaging them with passion. The itchy feeling was going away while she was doing that, to be replaced by a sense of fullness...maybe her chest would grow, since it would have milk inside now?

At the same time,Cyra could feel her owners breasts rubbing against her back. Her owner's nipples were hard...it seemed that her owner liked this slut too!

"We will need to keep doing this for a while...until it starts leaking..." the elf explained, playing around with Cyra's nipples for a moment, before returning to massaging the whole area with vigor...

 

[Pervy]

Used to what, precisely, Cyra wondered.. the magic? The nice, thick cocks she could suckle on.. Hmnn.. human and elf(a lot like human, propably) and devil and beast and..

"Ah.. this slut feels all.. tingly.."
She admitted, opting not to scratch her breasts immediatly, in case that made it worse. She blushed and glanced back over to her nice mistress .. maximum effect?
"Giaah!" She gasped, under the rough, but efficent massage... milking. That's what it was.
"O.. owner.."
The slut moaned softly, steadying herself up against the edge of the pool..it felt nice having those hands massage her, her nipples supremely hard with the coursing pleasure, her hand wandering up, resting upon her mistresses encouragingly.. before deciding not to disturb her too much and let go again. She let mistress work on her.. it was kinky to be turned into a horny milk-slut, so she didn't fight it... infact, she pushed her chest out a little, encouraging it, moaning.. a bit emberassingly wantonly but.. who could blame her!

 

[Aenon]

If someone would blame her, it would certainly not be her owner! Her nimble elven fingers were doing a perfect job, and she was using just enough power to not hurt her...

"Yes, my little pet? Do you like this?" she replied softly, kissing Cyra's neck from behind, as she kept going. Her breasts felt so full now...they were full of milk, she was sure of it! It was a warm kind of fullness...weird and foreign, but warm. Certainly her body had been changed from what it used to be...probably for the better...

Suddenly, Cyra saw few lines of a white substance shooting away from her nipples...! Finally, it seemed that she was full now...so full that any new milk that was produced, could only spray outside!

A sense of accomplisment...she was a good girl! She would impress the devil for sure! And more importantly, this would surely leave her owner satisfied too!

 

[Pervy]

Cyra murred sensually. It wasn't that she was specifically -into- elves, but she certainly didn't mind those fair hands teasing and encouraging her along. "It.. hmnn.. this sluts breasts feel nice..."
She purred.. it wasn't just that though.. mistress doing this, playing with her.. doing things to her..

"I.. it feels so strange and warm.." She confirmed, panting slightly. "Hamnn.. mistress!"
She gasped, blushing with arousal and submissive pride at her.. release at the hand of the devilish cult-mistress, nuzzling slightly up to her, still keeping her breasts presented for this attention.

 

[Aenon]

"Hmm....so much...yes, you will do nicely" she sighed "...a pity I can't keep playing with you now."

"You can't be late...Clarice is waiting you outside." she said, pulling Cyra into an other hot kiss.

"Now go...but remember, come to my lab after you have completed your task. We are not done yet..." it felt a bit bad to have to leave after only some milking...but at the same time, Cyra had something to look forward to...if she lingered around when she had resqued the other girl...right, that was the reason she came here in the first place....maybe....

~~~

Clarice was waiting for Cyra outside the baths.

"Hmm..." she nodded, looking not very pleased...probably about Cyra not picking her.