Liza preys on a nymph

"I've spoken to Millia," Jack said, before the nymph could respond. “And she’s agreed to try her hand at dancing.”

Liza's eyes lit up. “Really? That's wonderful news, Jack.” She turned to Millia with a bright smile. “Welcome to the team, honey. I promise you're going to love it here.” Her eyes devoured Millia's form.

“Great,” Millia muttered through clenched teeth, glaring at Jack.

Liza either didn't notice or chose to ignore the nymph's clear displeasure. “Excellent,” she said. “Of course, I'm going to have to inspect your abilities personally before we can officially add you to the lineup.”

“What does that mean?” Millia asked warily.

“It means I need to see you dance,” Liza explained. “And I'm not talking about any of that ballroom stuff, either. I need to see what you can really do.” Her eyes flicked over Millia's body once again, lingering on her curves. Jack could tell that she was already imagining the nymph on stage, and it was making her hungry for more.

Seeing the expression on Millia's face, Jack cut her off before she had time to object. "Honestly, Liza, I have my doubts. This might be a bit too much for Millia to handle. She isn't the most gracious laddie, if you know what I mean..." He shot a meaningful glance at Millia.

“Is that true, Jack? Are you saying she isn't good enough?” Liza turned to Millia again, her voice softening. “You are quite the frail thing, aren't you... I wouldn't want to-" She reached out towards Millia.

“No, that’s not it at all,” Millia interrupted, pushing Liza’s hand away from her shoulder. “I'm perfectly capable of dancing. And I'm certainly not frail.” She looked at Jack, defiance in her eyes. “I'll show you what I can do, don't worry. I'll have these savages eating out of the palms of my hands in no time.” She smiled triumphantly, proud that she had risen above Jack’s lowly attempt at getting her to back out of her promise.

Liza grinned, her eyes sparkling. “That's exactly what I like to hear,” she purred. “Now, come with me. Follow me to my office and let’s see what you've got.” She was already walking away, clearly expecting Millia to follow without question. Jack could practically see her tail swishing back and forth behind her like a hungry lioness.

Millia glanced back at Jack, clearly not sure what to do. Jack just shrugged, hiding a smirk. “Go on, girl. Show the nice lady what you’ve got,” he said. “I’m sure she won’t bite. Probably.” He winked at her, and Millia rolled her eyes before following Liza out of sight.

***

Millia followed Liza back to her office, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, but she had promised to do this. And she wasn’t about to back down now.

Liza's office was small but luxurious, with a large desk taking up most of the space. The walls were decorated with posters of half-naked women, and there was a small couch against one wall. Liza gestured for Millia to sit on the couch, and she did so hesitantly.

“So, Millia,” Liza said, leaning against her desk. “Tell me a little bit about yourself. How old are you? Where are you from?”

“I’m old enough to know better and young enough to not give a damn,” Millia replied, quoting a phrase she had heard one of the girls at the club say earlier. “And I’m from… a small town. Far away from here.” She decided to keep her origins vague, unsure how much Liza knew about mythology.

“I see,” Liza said. “Well, let’s get down to business, shall we? As you know, we’re looking for new dancers. And I have to say, when I saw you behind the bar tonight, I thought to myself, now there’s a girl who could make some real money on stage.” She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Millia, her thigh brushing against the nymph's. “So, tell me. Have you ever danced before? Professionally, I mean.”

Millia shook her head. “No, I haven’t,” she admitted. “But I’m a quick learner.”

'What are you doing?' Her own voice whispered in the back of her head. 'You realize the brute played you, don't you?'

Liza smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. So, why don’t you show me what you’ve got? Give me a little dance, right here, right now.” She leaned back against the couch, watching Millia expectantly. Her hand brushed against Millia's thigh, and the nymph could feel the heat of her skin even through the fabric of her dress.

'It's your own fault. All you had to do was admit his preposterous lie about you lacking grace, and you would be out of this. But no, you had to be stubborn, didn't you? And now you are trapped.'

“Um, I’m not sure if I can,” Millia stuttered. “I mean, there’s no music, and—” She trailed off as Liza reached over to her desk and pressed a button on a small black box. Suddenly, the room was filled with pulsing music.

“There, now you have music,” Liza said, her eyes never leaving Millia's face. “So, go ahead. Dance for me.” She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes traveled down Millia's body, lingering on her cleavage and exposed thighs.

Millia felt a surge of anger at the woman's blatant appraisal, but she pushed it down. She had made a deal with Jack, and although he'd cheated her of the chance to agree on her own accord, she wouldn't have turned it down anyhow. She stood up and started to sway her hips to the beat of the music, feeling self-conscious under Liza's gaze.

Liza watched her for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her arm. “No, not like that,” she said. “Like this.” She stood up and pressed her body against Millia's back, one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh. Then she started to move, grinding against Millia in time with the music.

Millia gasped as she felt Liza's breasts pressed against her back, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her dress. Liza's hand on her thigh slid up slowly, pushing her dress up with it. Millia could feel the heat of Liza's breath on her neck, making goosebumps rise on her skin. She could smell the perfume and shampoo the other woman had used, an intoxicating blend of floral and musky scents. It was overwhelming, but also strangely exciting. Millia's cheeks flushed as she felt a rush of desire that she couldn't explain.

'This is your mother's fault. She has sent you to a place full of these carnal creatures, and you are slowly starting to fall under their spell. Do not give in. Remember who you are and resist their temptations.'

“Come on, work with me here,” Liza murmured in her ear. Millia felt her resistance crumbling, and she started to move with Liza, letting the woman guide her hips and grind against her. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself either. The music and Liza's touch were making her feel things she had never felt before. She arched her back, pressing her ass against Liza's crotch as they moved together. Millia moaned softly at the feel of Liza's fingers sliding over her skin.

“You're doing so good, baby,” Liza purred, her lips brushing against Millia's neck. “Just let go and let me show you how it's done.” Millia felt Liza's hand slide up her thigh, pushing her dress up even further. She knew she should stop this, but for some reason an image of the brute from earlier this morning entered her mind. From when he'd risen from the bed, wearing nothing but the hair of his torso and round belly, trailing down toward his... 'Stop it! Why are you thinking of him?' Her own voice yelled at her.

“Tell me,” Liza breathed into her neck. “Have you ever been with a woman before, Millia?” Her fingers were so close to the nymph’s aching core now. Millia knew she should say no, should push Liza away and end this before it went any further. But she couldn't. Not when Liza was touching her like this.

'He must have used Mother's foul magic on me! Enchanted my mind with thoughts of carnal pleasures!' She looked down at the pendant around her neck, remembering the way it had seemed to react to Jack's touch. It was warm now, almost burning against her skin.

But she knew that he hadn't. She'd felt it both times he'd activated her mother's Breath, once against Haley and then once more earlier this night. Neither time had been while touching Millia. This was all her. She had watched the dance performances at the club with interest, admiring the way the dancers moved. And now, here she was, dancing with Liza. It was exciting and terrifying all at once.

“N-no,” she managed to say. Liza chuckled and spun her around, pulling her close so that they were chest to chest. Millia could feel Liza's nipples hard against her own, and it made her breath catch in her throat.

“Then let me show you what you've been missing,” Liza whispered, before claiming Millia's lips in a passionate kiss. Millia had never been kissed like this before, and she didn't know how to react. But as Liza's tongue teased her lips, she found herself parting them, letting Liza deepen the kiss. She moaned into Liza's mouth as the woman's hands roamed over her body, feeling things she had never felt before.

Liza broke the kiss and trailed her lips down Millia's neck, sucking and biting gently. Millia threw her head back, giving her more access. She couldn't believe how good this felt, how much she wanted more. Jack appeared before her mind's eye again, and she felt a wave of lust crash over her. What was wrong with her?

Liza pushed her dress up further, exposing Millia's panties, borrowed from Haley. The nymph moaned as Liza's fingers traced over the wet fabric, feeling how aroused she was. She couldn't help it—she wanted more.

'No. I will not do this. I am the daughter of Aphrodite. I am kin of a goddess. I will not stoop to the level of these mortals and their base desires.'

But even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. She wanted this, wanted Liza to touch her and make her feel good. She was tired of resisting, tired of always being in control. For once in her life, she just wanted to let go and see where things went.

“I want you, Millia,” Liza murmured against her skin. “I want to taste you, to make you scream my name.” Her fingers pushed aside Millia's panties, brushing against her clit. Millia cried out, her hips jerking at the sudden pleasure. Liza smirked and did it again, this time using her other hand to pull down Millia's dress and expose her breasts.

“So beautiful,” she purred, leaning down to take one of Millia's nipples into her mouth. Millia gasped at the sensation, feeling a bolt of desire shoot straight to her core. She had never felt anything like this before, never knew that it could feel so good. Liza swirled her tongue around her nipple, then bit down gently, making Millia moan.

"I think that's enough, Liza." A voice said from behind them.