Snap out of it

Your thoughts are cloudy, and your mind feels bogged down by heavy fog, but through your sheer willpower, you **** it to lift. After ripping away your eyes from the fae's, you regain enough clarity to keep them off of her plump, jiggling boobs and stare at the floor instead.

"You can't tempt me. I have a family outside of here," you warn the two of them. "My wife is more beautiful than the two of you combined. My loyalty to her is unwavering."

The crest of your ear tingles as you hear two voices simultaneously buzz back, "Your wife isn't here, is she? She can't please you like we can," followed by a devilish set of giggles. Even though you're trying your best not to give in, you're aware of their potential to give you a sickeningly messy orgasm. While your eyes are planted firmly on the ground, they step closer to you. Your vision is overtaken by the image of their shimmering red toenails that pulse at you the same way that their eyes once did. You feel your grip on reality weaken as you start to succumb to their manipulations once again, drooling.

The tops of their nails are polished and pedicured, while their toes look velvety to the touch. One of the sisters lifts her toe, and you can see a layer of black underneath from the path they took to get here. You can even imagine the taste in your mouth as their magic invades your brain. Heavenly arches catch your attention as your eyes follow the smooth curve downwards to the edges of their bare feet. Their toes are identically adorable, with bulbous tips that look infinitely suckable. You even imagine yourself hunched over with your face inches away from the ground worshipping those ruby-red delights, and it causes your manhood to become instantly rigid. You are inferior. You want to submit. You need to become a footslave.