Lamia Pathsways 20a

You let the lamia look at you with her hypnotic eyes, the colors sweeping outward like you’re falling through a tunnel. They give you tunnel vision, only the lamia in focus with everything else blurred by colors, and she becomes prettier by the moment.

Your head spins and, dizzy, you slip backwards and sit on the loop of the lamia’s tail, which then slides back around your waist. She holds your arms down as her tail circles higher, squeezing around your stomach and forearms. Below you her tail becomes thicker, your cushioned, scaly seat so wide around your legs stick up.

“It feels so good when I look into your eyes, doesn’t it?” the lamia says. “Let my beautiful eyes soothe your troubled mind.”

You give a whimpering, breathy, deep sigh as her tail winds its way up your chest, her coils becoming ever thicker. Your eyes droop and your lips twitch into a wobbly smile, and the lamia leans closer, giving you a sad smile and speaking in a voice dripping with love and concern.

“Oh, you’ve been so lost, haven’t you?” She holds your face and shakes her head. “You haven’t had any idea what to do. You’ve never had a guide, someone to help you and lead you. Someone to show you the way to true happiness.”

You can’t contest her words, as you find it difficult to remember anyone who helped you before the lamia. You’re finding it increasingly difficult to remember anything before the lamia. Her face brightens to a beaming smile, and your wobbly smile expands to match hers as she cups your chin in her tail, your warm blush offset by her cool scales.

“Well, I’ll be your guide, Human,” the lamia says. “I’ll be your leader, your ruler, your mistress.” Her thick coils lean you back and she wraps around your neck, squeezing tight. Your face stretches to a rigid smile with wide eyes as your mind sinks into her loving, controlling spell as much as you sink into her caressing coils, no more of those useless thoughts to trouble you and distract you from your lovely lamia leader. You have no desire to think on your own; you have no desire that is not the lamia’s. Your mind is completely encased in a hypnotic shell.

Dang, if only, maybe, you’d encountered a lamia before when you were still with one of your guardians, then you’d have known more about their tricks and had been able to get away.
Nah, this is better.
But if you’re interested in other timelines, there’s many to be found. What else could happen?