Her head falls back and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as it hits her.

Her whole body feels near as good as her cock usually did, before the magic.

Aire's ass feels divine, beneath her fingertips. Good enough on its own to make her orgasm just by squeezing it. 

Aire's breasts against her would be enough on their own to drive her to paroxysms of dumb, idiot pleasure.

Aire's body pressed against hers is intoxicating.

And her pussy. The pleasure of feeling its slick heat around her cock as she orgasms blows right through her mind to whisper seductively to the base, animal part of her that this pleasure is all she needs, all that matters. In the midst of it all, as the magic sandblasts from her mind anything more complicated than the stupid animal joy of lust fulfilled, she can't help but agree.

But. There's something unusual. Something wrong.

If Lilian were normal, she would be instantaneously addicted. Oh, with something like this alone she'd be able to kick the addiction easily enough. But still, it would be there, noticeable in how it impacted her mind. However, that isn't there. 

Why won’t this girl break, seemingly any amount at all?

At first glance it looks like her mind is completely overwhelmed by the pleasure and the Sex magic, but looking closer lets her see that she's still there, fully mentally present, underneath it all. She's letting it wash her away, because it's fun, not because she couldn't stop it if she tried. And, perhaps as a consequence of that latent ability to resist, Aire can't quite seem to manage to cause any actual changes. The effect of her magic on Lilian's mind is stopping quite short of anything long-term. Or even fully submerging her beneath the pleasure. There’s this tiny, stubborn part of Lilian that refuses to stop paying attention and go quiet. It's barely there, barely noticeable, Lilian herself doesn't seem to be noticing it, but it is present. Even while she's letting the pleasure wash her mind away, there's still that fragment of her, watching and observing, present enough to drag her mind up and out of the pleasure if something requiring that were to happen.

Odd.

Lilian doesn’t notice Aire’s musing. She just cums and cums and cums, compulsively groping Aire all the while.

Eventually, after enough of this, Aire is forced to admit she can’t break Lilian. Not like this, not with pleasure. Well, if she can't wring her favorite thing out of Lilian, at the very least she can gain a useful new ally. Lilian’s little conscious fragment is paying attention, but it’s also little. Aire may not be able to break Lilian, but she can still turn her into a loyal pawn. Use her pheromones to tie this pleasure together with obeying Aire. It's near half of what they're for, after all.

She slows her hip movements down until Lilian's orgasm sputters out, and then whispers thoughts into Lilian's mind. She needs to see how Lilian's mind reacts when not filled with the pleasure of orgasm.

That felt so nice. It just makes sense to do what Aire wants, if it will let her feel that again.

Her body metabolizes the alcohol quickly enough that her mind already feels a bit clearer. Even with that, she doesn't notice that thought isn't her own.

Well, as long as she doesn’t have to do anything bad, sure, why not do what Aire says?

Beyond the thoughts she’s thinking in words, something in that lovely scent she’s breathing in gently massages her thoughts.

Doing what Aire says just makes sense. After all, cumming in her feels so good. Aire’s pussy squeezes slightly as if to punctuate the thought. Doesn’t it just make sense, that Aire should be in charge? That Lilian should obey her?

No, that isn’t how anything works, Aire doesn’t somehow have a divine right to rule based on being very hot.

But she is trustworthy, right? She’s a good person. And so smart. She can tell because her lips feel so nice to kiss. Because her ass feels so nice to squeeze. Because her pussy feels so nice to pump full of cum.

She thinks maybe something in there doesn’t make sense, but she can’t quite grope her way to understanding what exactly in there isn’t true. Is her thinking less clear for some reason besides the alcohol?

Aire rolls her hips just right and Lilian cums again, and the thought departs from her mind in a haze of pleasure.

Apparently, the old standby of distracting people with pleasure apparently works as well on Lilian as it does on Christa.

That increased clarity of thought is a problem. Well, time to get a little more alcohol into Lilian’s system. And perhaps she should focus on depriving Lilian of orgasms, rather than inflicting them?

This last orgasm of Lilian’s lasts a while, even without Aire prolonging it, but in a minute or so it ends. Aire pulls back her lust aura as it does, leaving Lilian something resembling satisfied.

“Why don’t we go and get cleaned up a bit, get ourselves something new to drink, and we can get back to talking, now that you’ve gotten all that lust out of your system?”

Lilian does not quite feel like she's gotten all that lust out of her system. She feels a little bit like maybe one more orgasm before they're finished would be nice.

But okay, they can stop here.

Wait, does Lilian not realize? Getting clean involves a few more orgasms.

A quick telepathic request of the bar mimic results in more than a few tentacles emerging from the "bench" to lick them clean. Aire controls herself and for her, at least, it's merely a cleaning, if an abnormally pleasurable one.

Lilian has no such control. When a tentacle with an orifice on the end slides over her cock to suck it clean, she reaches down with both her hands and grips it, and moments later is using it to stroke herself off. 

The bar responds to her lust, filling all of her needy holes with tentacles, and soon after that she's happily doing her best job at cumming herself silly.

She giggles.

"Why don't I head up and refill our drinks while you have some fun, then?"

Her gaze is fixated on Aire the whole time.

Her ass jiggles as she walks to the counter, and something about her gait makes her breasts bounce on her way back.

She's so hot. Lilian wants to fuck her again.

"How about you finish of with those tentacles and we get back to talking?"

She should do that, then Aire might fuck her again.

Aire's pheromones and mental whispers work together to make sure that she does as Aire asks, and after her next orgasm is finished off she asks the bar to please leave her alone for a bit so she can focus. It's not that the bar isn't very nice! It's mostly that the bar is so nice that she can't talk at the same time as it fucks her.

The bar is not even slightly offended by this! It spent a while living out in the Wastes to learn how to be a bar, after it realized that that was its calling in life! And so, the bar is completely aware of that silly thing where humans can't have sex during a conversation without it distracting them.

The tentacles withdraw.

And Lilian can, sort of, focus.

Wow, that's a big drink Aire got for her! It's in a noticeably larger glass!

Ooh, it tastes nice! Sort of like peaches?

Aire leaves her own drink untouched.

She keeps her questions nice and simple so Lilian can answer them without noticing her own impairment too much. 

Lilian answers Aire's questions as much as she can manage, slurring the occasional word here and there but mostly managing it.

But. Aire's still naked. That's really distracting. 

Her left hand drifts towards her cock.

Maybe another orgasm? Just to clear her head.

Masturbating like that without asking permission would be rude, right? And asking permission would be so embarrassing.

That makes sense.

She'll control herself.

She wraps her hands around her drink to keep them occupied.

Her thighs rub together beneath the table. That's not masturbating, right? Of course not, if she doesn't get help from her suit friend she can't even cum! She's just shifting a bit to get more comfortable.

Ooh, that's interesting. And useful. Makes interestingly depriving her of orgasms much easier. Perhaps most enjoyably, it lets her watch and see exactly what Lilian can convince herself isn't masturbating as she gets more and more impaired.

She thinks she'll sit back and let Lilian's own libido take the lead, here.

She takes a long drink of her peach-flavored concoction. After all, if she drinks she'll get hornier and if she's hornier the shifting she's doing will feel nicer. Or maybe she'll just want it more. She can't really distinguish between the two at the moment.

If she's not doing anything that might make her orgasm, she's not masturbating, right? So. She can squeeze her cock, right? Not, like, stroke it or anything. That would be masturbating even if she can't cum. But. Just squeezing should be fine, right?

Right.

Okay, this is fun. She's not even doing anything to make this happen! She's glad, now, that Lilian turned out to be immune to the negative effects of her Sex Magic. She wouldn't get to do this, otherwise.

She stops asking questions and starts humming happily instead. She wonders if Lilian will even notice.

She certainly won't notice immediately, since Aire's shift from commenting on something or other Lilian said to humming happened just as a squeeze of her thighs coincided nicely with a squeeze of her cock.

It's so nice. But, she sort of wants to feel her hand on other parts of her cock. Maybe she could slowly move up up, until it's squeezing her head?

Ahhh, that feels good.

And slowly back down again, since once her hand's been squeezing her cockhead for a bit she wants to feel it around the base again.

She could squeeze her head and the base at the same time if she could use both hands, but she needs her right to drink. But she wants it. Maybe she can just finish off her drink nice and quick, and then have two hands free? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

She just barely manages to avoid spilling her drink all over herself as she gulps it down, but then her hand is free! On the way to moving down to join her other around her cock and squeeze, she brings it up to pinch one of her nipples. Ooh, that's nice. She doesn't want to stop. Is there a way she can squeeze her cock with one hand?

Maybe she could just move one of her hands up and down slowly, while she squeezes? That's not masturbating, right?

(There's something in Lilian that knows that this justification and all of the others are nonsense, but its protestations are so quiet when compared to her smothering lust. That lovely sensation as her hand runs up and down her cock and squeezes is so much louder, in her mind, than the bit of Lilian that knows what she's telling herself doesn't make any sense. And it's not like she's hurting anyone, right? Aire's even humming happily, so there's no need to muscle through her lust to manage proper self-control. Right?)

Aww, the way that the thing that could pull her out of her daze would be Aire maybe being upset is honestly sort of cute. She doesn't have to worry about upsetting Aire at all. 

"You know, it doesn't quite seem fair that you get to have all that fun over there and I don't get to have any."

She slips up onto the table and crawls across it to sit on the edge just in front of Lilian, her legs spread to give her a lovely view as her cock emerges from its sheathe. 

She stares.

So close.

It's at just the right height for her to lean over and slip it into her mouth.

She goes to do so, but manages to grab ahold of herself and look up pleadingly at Aire.

Can she suck it?