Uh oh...

Somewhere a million miles away, a paladin was standing on a stage in her underwear after an ill-advised rescue attempt. Somewhere a million miles away, her half-elf lover was drawing in her breath to yell, and never mind the consequences. Somewhere a million miles away, a crowd of murderers, thieves and addicts was leaning in, their avidity and lust rising off them like steam.

But here and now, Teysa was alone in an endless golden expanse. She could feel it all around her, warmth and comfort and safety, a swirl of shimmering golden silk that cocooned her and muffled Aliara’s cries. The black dots at the center of Meluria’s eyes were oases of quiet oblivion, and she was careening towards them at near-lightspeed now. They grew until they filled her world, twin spheres of absolute, quiet darkness, and she dove in headfirst. Her eyelids were growing heavy, so heavy, but that was ok. She had done her duty. It was time to... time to... time to...

Rest.

Teysa’s last sight was Meluria’s face descending on hers. The snake-woman’s jaws were swinging open, fangs slotting into place. Her face was distorted beyond any pretense of humanity by greedy hunger. Teysa’s mouth fell open and she felt smooth, dry lips close on hers.

Serve.

Something long and thick **** its way into Teysa’s mouth and wrapped itself around her tongue. It was wet, and warm, and muscular; she felt it squirming deeper into the back of throat. It tasted her, probed every nook and cranny, scraped across the roof of her mouth and then ran along her teeth as though counting them. She sucked feebly at it. In the hazy cloud of what currently passed for her thoughts, she thought that to do so would be to please Meluria, and she had no greater desire. The thing withdrew, and there were two sudden, sharp pinpricks of pain on her bottom lip. Before she could react or cry out, the pain faded, to be replaced by a spreading warmth that tingled and fizzed. She could feel it hissing in her bloodstream. The sensation coursed through her, following the roadmap of her veins, carrying its tingling numbness to every part of her body. When it reached her breasts, her nipples hardened and stood to attention; when it reached her groin, her clit awakened, swelling and demanding attention. She groaned and writhed, but the snake body was now thoroughly coiled around her, and she could not do more than twitch.

Meluria pulled back from the kiss at long last, leaving Teysa gasping for breath. She let out a low, needy whine at the withdrawal. Unconsciously, she thrust her hips forward and back, trying to grind her body against the powerful coils that wrapped her from ankle to navel. It wasn’t arousal that filled the echoing cavern of her mind, but an overwhelming, implacable desire to serve. Body and soul, she belonged to Meluria.

Scaly hands caressed her sides, slid across the rippling shelf of her abdominals, quested into her navel and continued upwards. Strong fingers wrapped around her strophium and unwound it, spilling out her breasts, and hard little nails flicked at her nipples. Teysa sighed at the feeling. Meluria was actually deigning to touch her, to expend her precious attention on Teysa’s pitiful needs. The very thought of it almost pushed her over the edge. The little pink nubs were diamond-hard now, and responded eagerly to Meluria’s teasing touch. The snake-woman’s head descended on them and her long tongue slithered out, wrapping itself entirely around one breast and squeezing like a hand. Meanwhile, the scaly hands snuck downward, skittering across Teysa’s smooth pink flesh and skulking into her smallclothes. They prodded at her puffy, wet pussy lips, the hidden pearl of her clit, the slick rim of her opening and the warm cave within. Teysa moaned and shifted her legs to allow greater access. She could deny Meluria nothing. Her whole body was open to her.

Her eyes were closed, but Teysa felt the thick coils unwinding themselves from around her. For a moment, she feared Meluria might have abandoned her and shivered in desperation and longing. But the hands never left her; indeed, they only sped up. Thin fingers worked her cleft with patient, practiced ease. They slid inside her, twirled about, then withdrew to spread her juices across her soft mound and along the wet pink canyon of her sex. They rolled her clit between themselves as though polishing a marble, and each touch set off a firestorm of pleasure inside her. They even reached back between her thighs, between the pale moons of her butt cheeks, to prod gently at the tight pucker of her ass. She drew in a sharp breath and braced herself, but she did not even think of denying Meluria access to her body. She could not deny her mistress anything.

A sibilant whisper hissed in her ear. It wasn’t language, just a breathy sigh, but Teysa understood the instructions all the same. She hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her smallclothes and slid them to her feet, then stepped out of them. Only then did she open her eyes.

Meluria stood before her. The snake-woman was still swaying back and forth in time to the music. High, frantic piping filled the air, and her movements grew more energetic and ferocious. As she moved, something curious began to happen. Her whole body was covered in tiny scales, but from her torso up, they were tiny and subtle, the sort that might have been mistaken for tattoos in a dim light. Below the waist they were unmistakably reptilian. There, at the interface where almost-human flesh met snake body, the scales were rippling like a stormy sea. They folded back and parted to reveal a blooming pink flower. The petals twirled and came together, interlacing in a spiral pattern to form a long, tubular organ with a bulbous tip. It twitched once, twice, and she gripped it around the base with one hand. The other withdrew from Teysa and beckoned with two fingers.

Teysa fell to her knees without hesitation. She leaned in close and inhaled. The spicy smell was still there, but mixed with a deeper, earthy musk that made her think of old-growth forests and moss clinging to trees. Her mouth filled with saliva and she swallowed once. Meluria didn’t have to give her any instruction this time; Teysa knew what was expected of her.

She lowered her mouth to the fleshy organ and slid it between her lips. It rounded tip filled one cheek and made it plump out. Teysa could taste sweat, and spice, and just the tiniest hint of something else, something salty yet sweet. She sucked greedily, hoping to extract more of this delicious nectar, and was rewarded by a thick drop of it that beaded on the thing’s tip. Her tongue scraped it up and swirled it around, painting the inside of her cheeks and coating the back of her throat before she swallowed. She felt it splash into her stomach and was rewarded with a sensation of spreading warmth, as though she had swallowed a lit candle. She smiled around the meaty rod in her mouth and set to work.

Her tongue slid from base to tip. She impaled herself as deeply as she could. The round, fleshy tip of the organ lodged itself in her throat and she was **** to breath through her nose, but somehow her gag reflex had been thoroughly suppressed. She worked herself onto it patiently, swallowing to try to cajole her muscles to push another inch or two down her throat. She wanted so badly to serve! Her reward was a twitch that she felt rather than saw as the broad tip belched another offering of gooey sweetness directly into her stomach. Satisfied, she pulled it back out slowly. Her eyes were watering but she took her time, tasting the mixture of sweat and throat-slime that now coated the bulbous tip. Her lips formed a tight seal around it and she sucked as powerfully as she could. Her tongue darted out, tapping at the hole in the rod’s tip and coaxing out another serving of its sweet honey. She reached up one trembling hand and began to stroke the shaft as she kissed the head. Thick ropes of saliva squelched between her fingers, but she didn’t even slow down. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and stroked. She knew that something was coming, some tremendous climax, and she wanted it as soon as possible. The fire was inside her now, spreading outward from her loins, and she desperately wanted to reach down to frig herself silly— but she had a job to do, and she would do it will. It was an honor to serve.

Before she could bring Meluria to climax, the snake-woman reached down and pulled her off with gentle but inexorable ****. Teysa almost cried in frustration. Was she being punished? Had she not served adequately? She stared with undisguised hunger at the rod now dangling in front of her. It wasn’t fair!

The same hands that had pulled her off now turned her around and shoved her shoulders to the floor. At the same time, they lifted her ass off the ground. She was kneeling now with her face down and her hips up. She shook her bottom back and forth in what she hoped was a seductive manner, and was rewarded by the feeling of something warm and wet pressing at her entrance. Meluria’s claws dug into the flesh of her hips and the snake-woman pulled her back and thrust forward. With a wet pop, the questing head of her member slid into Teysa’s soaking cunt.

Down on the floor, her cheek pressed up against the sticky stage, Teysa groaned deep in her throat. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open, tongue lolling out pathetically. The thick cock filled her up deliciously, pressing against her walls in every direction. Her brain buzzed with a warm and satisfying pleasure that she somehow knew was Meluria's. She was being allowed to taste a fraction of the sensual joy that her mistress was taking in her body. Even that tiny taste nearly overwhelmed her. She came almost at once, her tight channel spasming frantically around Meluria's member, and the thrill of her rapid, fluttery squeezes was transmitted back along the same link. The feedback loop threatened to scorch away what remained of her thoughts, but just when she had resigned herself to oblivion, the flow slackened. Panting hard, covered in sweat, Teysa whimpered at her denied release.

Meluria took her time with her thrusts. She slid her nails along Teysa's back as her hips plunged forwards and back. It felt like she was tracing a sacred sign, a mandala in flesh. Teysa tried to visualize it, but the urgent sensations emanating outward from her clit were too distracting. She ground her hips against the cock and was rewarded by a firm, stinging slap against one ass cheek. She yelped and stopped moving.

Meluria pulled out almost entirely, then hilted herself again with a single, smooth movement. Again and again she plunged home. Her strange cock, an agglomeration of fleshy petals, contracted and expanded like a beating heart. It swelled inside Teysa until she thought she would burst, then subsided. Meluria's hips swayed back and forth as she thrust, so her thrusts brushed sometimes against one wall and sometimes the other. Her nails dug into Teysa's skin and her movements grew rougher, more frantic, more violent. One hand cupped Teysa's cheek and pushed her face into the ground while the other reached around to cruelly pinch and twist at her nipples. Even this rough treatment did nothing to dissuade Teysa's pleasure. It grew like a tidal wave until she could think of nothing else. She knew no peace, only a brief respite between orgasms ripped from her by the snake-woman's careful ministrations.

At last Meluria could take no more. She howled aloud and thrust forward with such sudden and shocking **** that Teysa's knees buckled. She couldn't collapse; she was pinned by Meluria's cock like a butterfly in a jar. The bulbous tip had **** its way into her so deeply that it lodged now in her womb. The base of the cock grew and grew, exerting first an unbearable pressure and then a pin-sharp agony. It locked Teysa in place. She could not have pulled herself free now even if she wanted to.

The first spurt of cum came without warning. It was hot and sludgy, barely liquid at all. Teysa shuddered as it poured out into her. In her mind's eye she could see it, a torrent of tarry black goo that would seep into her body and mark her forever. She imagined her skin darkening and taking on a scaly consistency, her legs fusing, flesh running like wax... and still the thick shaft stabbing into her guts pulsed and shuddered. Oily fluid spurted out around the tight seal between its swollen knot and her bruised, stretched pussy, but the majority was trapped inside her. With nowhere to go, it flooded into her fertile womb and began to inflate it like a balloon. Her stomach bloated under the ceaseless barrage. It seemed to go on and on, while Meluria ululated wildly and Teysa gibbered and sighed.

With a final gurgling eruption, the flow slackened and tapered off. Teysa's stomach had stretched beyond all sanity; it was now a fleshy, swollen orb the size of a prize pumpkin. Her arms cradled it protectively. The pink petals that had formed Meluria's strange organ wilted and fell apart. She released Teysa and the paladin collapsed to the ground, grimacing and clutching her belly. Thick chunks of soupy black goo glugged free from her gaping cunt, but the majority of the stuff remained inside her. She could feel it soaking into her. It pounded through her bloodstream even now. Every beat of her heart drove it on, forging another link in the chain that bound her to her Mistress.

Aliara stood over her, staring down with undisguised pain and horror. Teysa groped for words to explain herself and came up empty. Before Aliara could say anything, Meluria was circling her. The half-elf struggled for a moment, then looked up and met that golden gaze. Gradually her thrashing slowed and her face went blank and slack.

She'd understand, Teysa realized. Soon. She'd know. For now, her ordeal had tired her out. She would sleep, and wake, and rise, and serve.