"Use your words, dear. I can't know what you want if you don't say it out loud, can I?"

She shifts slightly and her cock brushes up against Lilian's cheek.

She shivers. It smells so tasty. And being told to ask out loud is nice, somehow. Almost cozy.

"Um. Can I lick you, a little?"

She's saving another thing to ask out loud for later.

Asking is nice.

"You can lick me as much as you want, wherever you want."

She leans in and laps softly at the head of Aire's cock.

Her cock does taste good. So nice. Something tingles pleasantly on her tongue, and she realizes it's Aire's fluids. Just like her pussy, then.

She spends a while licking happily, but eventually she wants more. She wants this cock inside her.

She just knows that if she can get Aire to cum, she'll get something even tastier.

She stops her licking for a moment and looks up at Aire's face.

"Can I suck it?"

She shivers again. Asking like that is so nice.

"Go right ahead! But be careful, my cum is a powerful aphrodisiac, and you might end up losing control of yourself if you drink too much of it."

Aire's cock is in her mouth before she can get her warning out.

She isn't worried about drinking down a bunch of tasty aphrodisiac at all. 

The hand that was on her breast falls to gently rub the heel of her palm against her clit.

She can't cum in Lilian's mouth with her lust aura retracted, she needs to control her arousal and keep it far down below the point where she can orgasm to keep it furled. So, she lets go of that control. As she stares down at Lilian's face as she happily suckles on Aire's cock, she lets herself enjoy it exactly as much as she wants to.

Her hand snakes through Lilian's hair and gently guides her up and down. Lilian herself turns out to be surprisingly skilled, and after a moment or two her hand is resting on Lilian, rather than guiding her. With all of her control relaxed and Lilian's skill, it won't be too long before before she's driven over the edge. A few minutes, maybe.

She tries to bring her hands up from her cock to work Aire's shaft as she tongues her head. Sad as it is to stop pleasuring herself, she wants that tasty cum that she can just sense is waiting for her to coax it out. All the pheromones she's inhaling combine with Aire's lust aura to overwhelm her, and she can't quite manage to stop pleasuring herself. She's too horny to stop now.

It doesn't take long, maybe a minute or two, before she's finally rewarded. Aire's cum is sweet, and tasty, and also fruity in a way Lilian is too horny right now to devote the processing power to recognizing.

And then the aphrodisiac hits her. It's so good. The lust racing through her feels incredible just on its own.

All that lust gets the better of her and her cock starts to twitch in her hand. Oh, fuck, she’s gonna cum.

But then she doesn’t.

Her cock rhythmically pulses, little bits of cum dribbling out of it with each twitch. It feels good, a heavenly pulse of pleasure accompanying each dribble of cum.

But she’s not cumming. And suddenly the fact that she’s not cumming is the most important thing in the world.

Even though it's rude she just can’t help herself. She pumps her cock as fast as she can, desperate for an orgasm.

It feels incredible, a delicious slick pleasure that combines with her overwhelming need to cum to wash her mind away. 

But she still isn’t cumming.

Cumming in Lilian's mouth is satisfying, but that pales in comparison to watching her throw herself headlong into uncontrolled lust.

All that need makes this look like the best case scenario she'll get, as far as subjugating her with temptation and pleasure goes.

She whispers ideas into Lilian's head in duplicate, superimposing her thoughts, and evaluating Lilian's overall emotional response. This should imitate something like a best case scenario as far as the effects of her pheromones on Lilian are concerned.

Lilian is so horny. She'd do anything to cum right now, right?

Lilian defending Aire from a wild bear; Lilian orgasming in Aire's mouth.

Lilian fighting an aggressive dragon to protect Aire; Lilian pumping cum into Aire from behind.

Lilian killing a defenseless man because Aire asked her to; Aire riding Lilian to blissful orgasm.

Lilian continues to be far too out of it to evaluate whether those are genuinely her thoughts.

The first and second sets of superimposed thoughts pass through Lilian's mind without any real reaction on her part. Of course she'd keep Aire safe? Having the idea of doing that and orgasming tied together just makes it even more skewed. The third, however, is evaluated by that tiny little still-watching part of her and dismissed as an option. Of course she'd never do that!

And then the entire set of thoughts and reactions is blasted from her mind as she continues to edge herself silly, frantically chasing an orgasm she can't reach.

This is annoying. Lilian’s mind should be completely offline right now, but even with everything she still has the presence of mind to say no. The part of her looking out for something like that is almost entirely buried under the lust, her mind too fogged for it to notice anything much less complicated than “hey, go kill an innocent” as nefarious, but still, it’s there. Watching.

Aire admits to herself that she can't shut it off. She doesn't know how. Some intuition is whispering to her that it can't be done, not without killing her, which is rather the opposite of what Aire wants.

Well, while Lilian may be capable of thinking through intense pleasure and temptation, she is impaired enough to not be considering anything far away.

Aire can take advantage of that to have a little fun without even risking approbation.

"You know, if want to cum so bad I can help you cum as much as you want. Cum forever, even. Have as much to drink as you want, as many holes to fuck as you want, as many tentacles to fill you as you want. Wouldn't that be nice?"

That does sound nice. So nice.

But does she want to cum forever? The idea is certainly appealing right now, as the question of eternity is washed away by pounding lust.

She lets her twitching cock, her achingly empty cunt, make her choice for her. She wants to cum. So the answer is yes.

She nods up at Aire.

She maneuvers herself off the table and begins walking. She looks over her shoulder at Lilian.

"Follow me."

Lilian stumbles off after her, continuing her self-pleasuring, unable to stop herself without good reason, eyes fixated on Aire's ass.

Aire sees Lilian’s lack of control in her mind and on her face. She decides to take a little risk, to make the game more fun. She recognizes Lilian’s need, recognizes its source from her time with Tanthe. She wants to watch Lilian fall under the sway of her own lusts again.

One brush against Aire would be enough to let her orgasm.

It won’t be much of a risk. And what is the point of this entire diversion if not to indulge herself?

“You’re so needy. Thoughts so hazy. In need of relief. And so close to the edge. Why don’t I be kind and let you rub your cock up against my ass for a moment. Would you like that?”

She steps forward to rub her cock between Aire’s cheeks, too aroused to bother with words now that she has permission.

The second her cock touches Aire’s ass she starts to cum. Her hips buck forward, pressing her cock tight against Aire, and she spurts cum all over Aire’s ass and lower back. She buries her face in the nape of Aire’s neck and moans. Lilian’s arms drift up and around to squeeze Aire’s breasts.

She grinds her cock into Aire ass with each spurt, and her orgasm goes on, and on, and on, the combination of every effect she’s under meaning she’ll cum as long as she has any stimulation from anyone else at all.

And then she pulls away, and she starts to sway her hips. It’s fun to give Lilian a chance, but it’s more fun still to rig that chance.

With some of her lust cleared by the orgasm she’s together enough to realize that something about this feels wrong. Strange and weird and dangerous. What’s she doing following this strange woman who she just met an hour or two ago so she can cum forever? Does she even want to cum forever? There was something important going on, right?

And then the tangle of effects she’s under and substances she’s imbibed gets the better of her and she notices how perfect and round and jiggly Aire’s ass is as she sways it back and forth. The constant unending almost-orgasm bubbles back up and all of her common sense drools out her cockhead to splatter on the floor in front of her.

When Aire starts walking again, she follows.

And Aire leads the way. Over to the stairs and down them, until they emerge in the bar's basement. Or, well, basement is perhaps not the right thing to call it. Functionally, it's an abnormally large tentacle pit, already occupied by several tentacle lovers, several of whom orgasm as Aire passes them, her unfurled lust aura driving them over the edge.

For her and Lilian's purpose here, the most important distinguishing factor is the multitude of feeding tentacles, many of which dispense the various beverages the bar offers in drinking vessels up above.

The bar may be worldly, for a Tentacled, but it (and it insists that it should be called "it", on account of being a bar, and similarly that it doesn't have a name until it decides upon a new one for itself here in its latest configuration) is still a Tentacled, and so will naturally enough cooperate in its part of Aire's scheme, given that it's part is simply to pleasure Lilian as much as the girl wants.

Lilian looks around the pit and wants. 

But she finds her gaze drifting back to Aire all the same.

"Oh, too horny to do anything more complicated than stare at me and stroke? Here, I'll help."

She grabs Lilian by the cock and leads her off to a nook, filled with tentacles waiting to pleasure her. 

As soon as Aire hand wraps around her she starts ejaculating. When Aire pulls her off, she stumbles along after, desperate to keep her orgasm going.

And then she's standing before a nest of tentacles, and those tentacles are reaching out for her and gently wrapping around her, massaging her but leaving her enough slack to comfortably move. One of them slithers into her mouth and she tastes sweet peaches and a faint hint of alcohol. In front of her cock, a tentacle rises. Its end opens up into a slick hole that undulates as she stares. Aire's hand slides down to the base of Lilian's cock. The tentacle moves closer until it's opening presses rubs against the head of her cock as it twitches and jerks with her orgasm. 

"Go on. Thrust."

She does. Her cock slips into the tentacle easily as Aire keeps her lined up correctly. As soon as she does, all the tentacles which had been softly massaging her increase the pressure they're applying and two tentacles thrust upwards into her, pushing her over the edge yet again. It's exquisite. She wallows in the pleasure, sinking down voluntarily beneath its depths. 

And all the while, she drinks the addling liquid the feeding tentacle gives her, and sinks further and further under the sway of her lusts.

Continuous, unending pleasure, for as long as she wants.

And then even that thought is discarded in favor of sinking beneath the next wave of orgasmic bliss that crashes through her.