The Lich was just changing its approach (mind )

What are thee?

The question whispers up your spine to dawn in your mind.

Slowly, you look up. Quietly apprehensive. This is different. You don't experience the same domination that you'd suffered through before. Your body does not lock up nor do you feel the same compelling urge to do... something.

It's bidding perhaps. But somehow you'd resisted and now-

I've never encountered one such as thee

And now it is interested in you. You want to curse but, you stay silent and try not to shiver at the sensation of unseen eyes scrutinising your every feature.

Converse with me

You uncurl and swim into the darkness. You feel a strange warmth in your belly.

That’s it

A warm swell of contentment seems to carry you higher. It slows your heart rate and bathes your mind with warmth.

Please me

That warmth inside you pulses and spread in an overwhelming wave to the tip of your tail and fingers, rising into your head and crowding all other thoughts out.

Then you see the light. An alarm bell goes off in your head and you hesitate.

Come

The command pulls at you like a fine line of pleasure, urging you to reel yourself in, a climax at the end.

Your gills flare, and you feel your mind clear incrementally. The alarm juxteposes with the pleasant feeling heating your innards.

Tell me of thy secrets

Ghostly, imagined fingers caress your webbed ears and neck, delicately. A silent urge to seek out its touch. To see the face of-

Your webbed ears flick.

Suddenly the clouds in your mind dissipate.

Approach

Unseen hands brush over the sensitive gills on your flank, following the curve of the slits along your ribs and up, almost pulling you further towards the light. The sensation elicits a silent gasp and sending a single bubble to the surface.

With a jerk, you pull yourself deeper into the darkness of the abyss. Quietly horrified.

Somehow you’d almost been charmed by a corpse.

Your gills and webbed ears flare out in alarm. Your body - as if of its own accord - arches, extending your dorsal fin behind you as you glare warily up at the surface

So shy

Something touches your dorsal fin and ascends to your blowhole below your lumbar region. One of your knew orifices you hadn’t quite acquainted yourself with yet.

You dive, rolling to try to shake off the lingering illusory sensation, which are so unsettling

So resilient

Something seems to embrace you from behind. An invisible touch starting as a soft pressure on your shoulders, then sliding down your pectorals and over your toned abbs.

Your gills flare. It’s trying to push you to the surface.

So precious

On the downwards stroke you feel the Lich’s words run along you slick scales down to the wrist of your tail where it lingers possessively.

You feel molested, even though you know it's all in your head.

So beautiful

This time the thought expresses itself by swerving upon your scales and around your anal fin which is uncomfortably close to that slit down your front.

You bite your lip flaring your gills deliberately and you close your eyes then open them to complete darkness unfurling yourself. The inky depths of the lake. It is like a physical thing, a wall behind which may lie treasure or yet another formidable foe.

Above you is the Lich. It could still reach you, but it is a known threat now. And you'd somehow learned to resits it's psychological attacks. It couldn't put you under its thrall...

Allow me to gaze upon the once more.

This time it feels like counties touches caressing your body and you wrap your arms around yourself.

Trying not to shiver with pleasure and make your webbed ears quiver.

You are getting the hang of this. You can resist it... No need to brave the dangers of the deep for a faint hope that you'd slip out of the Lich's range. Even if there was treasure down there, what good would it do you now that your bound to the water. No longer human.

You can resist.

Right...?