Serpent's Charm Ch. 01

She soared through the air and grabbed hold of a tree branch twenty-five feet off the ground, scrambling atop it and looking around. Her heart was pounding, racing like that of a baby rabbit.

Snake.

Snake.

Snake.

Mixed emotions were flooding Emma right now as she stared down in undisguised terror at the lamia, who only blinked slowly up at her. The amulet's nameless rabbit spirit was instilled with an almost crippling fear of those things which preyed upon rabbits: wolves, hawks, eagles, foxes, but more than anything, serpents.

But she was also feeling a little bit horny. She bit her lip. "Y-You're not Vivi," she managed.

The lamia smiled. And Emma heard a rustling around them. Looking about, she realized that crimson coils were draped over branches all around, coiling around tree trunks, twisting and twining all over the jungle floor. Where had they come from?

Hearing a strangled moan, she looked down.

And Emma Rose saw Vivi.

The sexy fire-haired redhead was instantly recognizable from her Wanted posters by her heavy red eyeshadow and ruby-red painted lips, her spoon-shaped hips, her wavy elbow-length locks that no doubt sparkled with scented glitter.

She was almost unrecognizable, though, in the position she was in. Vivi was bound up to her neck in the coils, red-faced and gagged as those cherry lips were locked on tight to the tip of the lamia's tail. She was sucking messily, drooling, whimpering and moaning near-silently.

Her eyes were filled with spirals. She was hypnotized. Just as, Emma realized with dread, her own eyes had likely appeared mere moments ago.

"W-What did you do to her?" Emma sputtered, knowing the answer. Her grip tightened on her spear.

"Aw, thissss little ssslut?" The lamia giggled, and Emma's pussy positively clenched as she saw the coils tighten and slide over the helpless sorceress's naked body, heard Vivi's brainless whines and whimpers through the sounds of sucking and worshiping the tail. "Sssilly thing. She sssimply couldn't go without a kissss."

The coils abruptly loosened, and Vivi spilled to the ground. But instead of trying to escape, the sorceress only moaned, curled up onto her back in the moss, and started fingering herself, sucking messily on her own fingers.

Emma Rose watched those red lips smack noisily. She gulped.

"You are ssstronger, though," the lamia cooed, batting her eyelashes up at Emma—who was carefully trying to avoid looking into those eyes. "I was sssurprised you broke free, even for a moment."

Even for a moment. The implication was terrifying. Vivi fumbled with her tongue, focusing her attention on the coils around her. "What kind of lamia are you, anyways?"

"My name is Celeste," the lamia purred. The coils wound closer to Emma. "Why don't you come down, Emma Rose?"

"N-No!" Emma panicked and leaped again, landing roughly a dozen yards away. Gods, the coils were even here!

"What's wrong, Emma Rose?" Celeste called.

Emma's heart sank as she realized that she was cornered: the cliffside was at her back. She bit her lip, briefly wondering if she could spring to the top of the cliff—but even if it wasn't impossibly high, the tree cover was too thick to even see her destination. She'd break her neck.

She turned to face Celeste, backing away towards the cliff. Mentally, she searched for a spell, a trick, a spirit. Anything. Anything.

The lamia was pursuing her with utmost calm, a sly smile on her face. Emma pointed the spear at her. "Come no closer!" she choked out.

"What ever has you ssso very willful?" Celeste murmured, bobbing from side to side. "I can tassste magic on you, but nothing to... ah." Her eyes settled on the amulet. "Oh, my poor thing."

Emma's heart was racing. Her thoughts were dancing around like scared chickens on ice, sliding and fluttering with no focus, no drive. All she could think about was putting her back to the wall, staying very still, and watching the coils. The coils were everywhere. All around her. But as long as she had her spear...

"Poor thing," Celeste breathed, and Emma gave a squeak as she felt the tip of Celeste's tail—still a bit slippery—delicately toy with her amulet, pluck it from her cleavage to her eye level. "Is thissss why you're ssssooo afraid... little bunny?"

The jungle witch managed to pull back, but as she took a step away, her ankle brushed warm, vibrant coils. She stared ahead in almost mind-numbing panic, all thoughts blurring as she felt the coils at her back. "N-No," she whimpered, quivering.

She couldn't think straight. She could do nothing. Pure, raw terror was paralyzing her mind and body, and like a scared bunny, all she could do...

... was tremble as the snake advanced.

"Ssssuch a pretty bunny I've caught," Celeste cooed. "But sssoooo afraid. Why don't we... calm down a little bit?"

"No," Emma repeated, voice shaking.

There was a pause. She was watching Celeste's lips, trying to control her fear, trying to avoid those spellbinding eyes—those bouncy breasts—

"What if," Celeste said slowly, lips curving upward again, "we made a deal?"

"W-What?"

"If I releassse you," Celeste murmured, tip of her tail tickling along Emma's snake tattoo, down her back, "maybe you can give me ssssomthing pretty of yours."

The tip of the tail came to rest on Emma's ass—sliding delicately, daintily along her thong. The lamia's tail gave the thin clothe a little tug, indicating just what she wanted the witch to hand over.

Emma's eyes widened, and her cheeks burned. "What? I—I—"

"I'll let you go," Celeste cooed, swaying back and forth. "I won't coil you up, little bunny. You'll be sssafe."

Safe. Emma's head spun. Safe. Oh, gods, please—

But the suggestion still felt humiliating. She glared. "I'm n-not s-scared of you, Celeste!"

"Look me in the eyes and sssay that, bunny."

Emma barely stopped herself. "N-No," she managed, even as the thought sparkled and sang inside her. Safe. Safe. "I'm not... I do not... I cannot—"

"Let me help you," Celeste purred. Her tits bounced as she swayed from side to side. "It's ssssooo easy."

"E-Easy."

"To be sssafe." Celeste's head ducked down, and before Emma could even think to look away, she found herself staring once more into those pretty, pretty eyes. "To trusssst me."

Safe. Safe. Easy. Emma felt herself nervously nodding. Yes. She just had to get Celeste's coils away from her. Her racing bunny heart told her that as long as the snake wasn't touching her, she was fine.

Slowly, her hands slid down her curvy, supple body, over her smooth skin, and she hooked her fingers under her thong.

"Y-You promise?" she whispered, swaying.

The eyes swirled. Celeste smirked. "Of course, bunny," she purred. "Jussst take that pretty thing and ssslip it down..."

Emma nodded dreamily. Slip it down. She swayed her hips from side to side, pulling the tight thong down.

"Isn't that better?" Celeste cooed. The coils started to pull away. "Just ssswing your hips... there's a good, ssssafe bunny..."

"Good," Emma mumbled, nodding. She swung her hips slowly, back and forth, around and around, as she eased the tight thong down... "S-Safe..."

"Sssslipping it down," Celeste hissed, nodding encouragingly. "There's a good, pretty bunny. Letting it ssslide away..."

"Slipping," Emma whispered, staring into the eyes. She couldn't fight it. She needed to be safe, and the coils were leaving. It was so much better to just gyrate her hips, swing her ass from side to side, in time with Celeste's gentle swaying...

"Sssliding that lovely thong down... down your hipsss..." Celeste's triumphant smirk was widening. "Sssliding that lovely mind away, with all those fears, worries, thoughtsss..."

"Sliding," Emma moaned, wiggling and wriggling, bending over to slide her thong down, down. She knew dimly she was putting on a show for the lamia, showing off her luscious curves, but it felt so good to let her thoughts slide away. So good to feel safe. To wiggle her ass and sway and swing, pulling her thong further down, sinking deeper and deeper down into the beautiful spiral eyes.

"Sssubmitting to me," Celeste hissed, licking her lips. "Isn't that right, good bunny?"

"S-Submitting," Emma repeated, barely knowing what she was saying. Around and around, like a sexy dance, swirling and sinking and slipping and sliding... she was bent all the way over, presenting her ass like a horny, needy slut, but she felt so good, so... so mindlessly, blissfully safe...

"Sssubmitting it to me," Celeste repeated slyly, and extended her hand. Her eyes swirled and made Emma's mind spin with green spirals.

Dreamily, not even thinking about it, Emma lifted her slightly wet thong and gave it to the lamia.

"Good bunny," Celeste cooed, as the last of the coils departed.

Emma beamed, glowing with pride. Finally.

She was... safe.

As she realized this, some sparks of common sense returned to her. She felt herself blushing as she realized that those pretty swirly eyes were openly admiring her newly exposed body.

"Sssuch a pretty thing you are," Celeste murmured, leaning in. She admired the thong and giggled. "And sssuch a pretty thong!"

"Th-Thanks," Emma found herself saying, biting her lip. Now that she was safe, she felt a little embarrassed. Flustered, even.

She really... really liked lamias.

"I think I'll have to keep it, in fact." Celeste giggled, tucking it away somewhere Emma didn't quite see. She was too focused on Celeste's pretty eyes and lovely smile. "It's almost as lovely as you."

Emma giggled. "R-Really?" Self-consciously, she played with her necklace. The lamia was flirting with her.

"Why, yesss," Celeste hissed. Her eyes were fast filling Emma's vision as she leaned in closer. "Pretty girl. Sssexy girl."

Emma kept giggling, feeling so wonderfully flustered for some reason. It felt so good to know that Celeste thought she was pretty. Thought she was sexy. Unthinkingly, as Celeste suddenly leaned back, Emma took a step closer. This made Celeste's smile grow wider. "You are, um... very pretty too."

"Aw. Sssoooo ssssweeeet." Celeste's voice was like warm honey. She kept pulling away, and Emma found herself stumbling after. The eyes spiraled and swirled, pulling Emma's mind deeper, deeper... "Why don't you take off that sssilly necklace, though, sssilly bunny?"

"Mm... hm?" Emma frowned slightly, even as she started to comply. She knew she was safe now—totally safe, completely safe, mind all slid away and thoughts slipping from her like ripples in the water—but something about that gave her pause. Didn't she need the necklace? Didn't she need it for... something?

"You have sssuch big, beautiful breasts," Celeste purred. "A pretty bunny like you wouldn't want to dissstract me from them, would you?"

"Ooh." The jungle girl's lips half parted. She nodded unthinkingly, giggling as she broke the little clasp and tossed the necklace aside without a thought. Instantly, she felt so much better. So much prettier. "N-No, of course not, Celeste."

As a bubbly thought occurred to her, she also paused to undo the clasp of her top, making sure to sway and wriggle and squirm and swing her hips deliciously as she slowly removed her last article of clothing. She loved how Celeste watched her.

"Goooood," Celeste cooed, and Emma Rose trembled from the praise. Celeste swayed to the left, then to the right, and Emma mindlessly swayed with her. This made Celeste laugh. "And you have sssuch lovely eyes, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Emma whispered, head bobbing in time with Celeste as she followed the lamia deeper and deeper, away from the cliffside, deeper into the thicket. She wasn't sure why she was following, but the swirly eyes were so, so beautiful. It felt so good to keep staring into them. And Celeste liked her eyes. "Eyes..."

She was so dreamy, so entranced, she only vaguely noticed the coils brushing her ankles. When Celeste finally stopped luring her, she only dimly registered that they were in darkness, and the only light was coming from Celeste's glowing, spiraling green eyes.

As Celeste's warm, vibrant coils wrapped around her arm and pulled it to her sides, Emma only half-heard the spear slip from her grip and fall into the grass.

And as the lamia licked her lips and leaned in for a kiss, Emma's entire mind was rapidly filling with happy, obedient bliss.

The coils began to wrap around her legs and tighten around her ass, caressing and massaging her, and Emma had never felt so safe.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Nicole's Note: I hope you enjoyed! Two more parts to this are on the way, but lemme know what you think! This was a lovely little commission that, as my commissions often do, stretched on a little long!

Also, during these trying times, please do remember to wash your hands for twenty minutes, don't touch your face (try using a tissue to break the habit), and stay home! Don't be silly and put people at risk. Be a good bunny and please take care of yourself and your neighbors. <3