She’s right, this place is different! Rather unsurprisingly, given the givens, there’s kind of a lot of tentacle sex going on. The next thing she notices after that is that it smells really nice in here. The third thing that catches Lilian’s attention is the one person in the room who isn’t engaged in sex of some form or another. She’s even wearing mundane clothing, that’s odd.

She notices Lilian looking at her. This one is cute. And if that bodysuit she’s wearing is living clothing rather important. Well then, wouldn’t that make her a more fun target? She waves the pink-haired woman over to her table.

Huh, she’s being waved over?

She heads off to see what the woman has to say to her.

As she gets closer, she notices that this woman is really hot. Her breasts bulge up against her top, and she’s showing rather a lot of cleavage. She peels her eyes up from the woman’s chest before long enough has passed to embarrass herself.

Oh, so this one’s shy? New to the Pink, then. That’ll make this more fun.

When she gets closer, she leans forward and sticks out a hand for Lilian to shake, incidentally giving Lilian a rather nice view down her top.

“Hey, I’m Aire.”

Lilian’s eyes are almost irresistibly pulled from the woman’s face down to the valley of her chest.

“Lilian,” she says to Aire’s tits.

Gah! No, rude! She snaps her eyes back up to Aire’s with an apologetic look on her face.

She giggles. And puts a little bit of telepathic emphasis on her first few words.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind. Even if I did it’s rather a lot less rude than some of the Tentacled out here have tried before I persuaded them otherwise. Anyway, I’m rather new to the Pink, and you aren’t, um, already occupied. Could you answer some questions I have? I’ve persuaded the bar not to get too grabby in this booth.”

At “don't worry about it” Lilian feels an almost irresistible urge to do just that and look back down at Aire’s breasts, but she endures! That’s most likely just Aire being polite, she probably doesn’t actually not mind.

Lilian’s glad she didn’t mess up too badly there! She’s really quite lucky she ended up landing in the Fringe and then going to the Pink, rather than somewhere where more people might be offended by Lilian’s new difficulties keeping her mind off sex.

Which, Lilian is noticing, seems to be extra hard right now for some reason. It’s requiring constant, active effort on her part not to let her eyes slip down from Aire’s face, and she’s feeling a rather noticeable temptation to tell her suit friend to “make happy”. But no, Aire’s new to the Pink, she probably wouldn’t be okay with something like that.

Lilian sits down in the booth on the bench opposite Aire and says, "Sure I can answer some questions! I'm pretty new here too though, so I might not be the most helpful."

Huh, she really expected that to work.

“So, I’ve, um, noticed that people in the Pink are a lot freer with their sexualities. How does that, um, work? Wouldn’t everyone get jealous?”

Well, there’s rather a lot for her to unpack there.

Does she have time, to properly explain things? This seems like it might be more in-depth than just answering a few questions. And while taking an hour or two to head off to a bar and relax feels to her like a not just reasonable but actively helpful activity as far as her long-term productivity goes, properly explaining all of the everything from the very little knowledge it seems like this person has would perhaps take longer than that.

Wait, this person is wearing clothes in a tentacle bar and obviously new to the Pink. The most likely explanation is that she’s an ambassador or something like that here to learn about the thread of the Red Queen. Well, this was supposed to be leisure time, but Lilian’s actually relatively well-positioned to explain things to a complete newcomer.

“So, the first thing to realize is that the Tentacled are different from people in the west, and the people who come out here do so because they want to live in a culture with those differences. Maybe people in the west would have trouble being so open without constantly feeling jealousy. But most people here are those who wanted to come here specifically because an environment where they could be as free with their sexualities as they wanted appealed to them. And so, even if that might be a problem elsewhere, it’s not much of one here. I am new to the Pink myself, though, so don’t take any of that to be guaranteed correct or anything like that.”

Interesting thoughts in this one’s head.

Aire nods pensively.

“I suppose I can understand that. What’s it like, living out here? Actually, while we talk, why don’t we get you a beer, the stuff the mimic has is fantastic. Just don’t ask how it makes the stuff. Or, I guess, do, given you live out here.”

Apparently, the Bar produces beer biologically? Somehow? From specialized tentacles? That is odd, even given all of the everything.

Well, Lilian decides she doesn’t mind the odd provenance of the substance as long as its tasty! She gets a mug of the stuff from the counter, and the mimic doesn’t actually ask her to pay, which is lucky given that Lilian doesn’t actually have any money.

(The bar mimic brought out mugs? Apparently its very committed to the whole “impersonate a bar” thing)

She takes her first sip after getting back to the booth and sitting back down opposite Aire.

Unfortunately, the beer turns out to be somewhat bitter.

Well, at least its pleasantly warming her tummy, and she supposes she can finish off the mug to see if it somehow grows on her.

She drinks half of it over the course of the next question, unconsciously hoping to be over with the surprisingly unpleasant experience quickly.

“Sorry, what was that?” she eventually asks, realizing she’d been distracted enough by the combination of Bitter and Warm to miss the next question.

“Oh, I was asking if you know how, like, everything works here without people buying and selling things. How do people get enough to eat? This place doesn’t exactly look likely to produce lots of grains.”

“Ah! Tentacled people feed on pleasure, especially the pleasure of non-Tentacled, and they have enough surplus from that that they can make food and stuff for the non-Tentacled people. It’s, um, usually in the form of. At least slightly lewd fluids. But they’re tasty! And it’s not like the thing where you can’t feet grain to a cow and then eat the cow and be better off than if you’d just eaten the grain before you ate the cow. The cycle gets more out of pleasure than it takes out of its non-tentacled participants in effort.”

She hopes the thermodynamics thing in there came across properly. That you can’t do get more in total out of feeding edible things to other things is something people should widely know, right?

Aire nods appreciatively.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

That was sort of hard to explain? That’s odd, it wasn’t actually all that complicated. She guesses alcohol is stronger than she remembers people saying it was back home? Or maybe her body’s just different?

Oh, it’s the second one. Alcohol will make her dumb and horny, but mostly not do any of the dangerous stuff it does. How much does it do that? Uh, who knows, apparently? Well, that's a bit of a concern. 

Well, it’s not like she actually has to be particularly worried. If Aire turns out to actually be a spy from the Red Queen Lilian can always just rip her in half.

This last bit is thought with the bravado of someone who's never actually done anything particularly harmful to a person before, and the deliberate visualization of someone who knows that fact about themselves and is attempting to compensate for it.

She's going to be fighting in a war, soon.

What. She can do that?

On the one hand, that makes messing this up rather a lot riskier. On the other, it makes seducing Lilian into voluntarily destroying her mind an even sweeter proposition. If Lilian's powerful, she really shouldn't let herself prioritize momentary pleasure over her long term effectiveness. Aire won't push her too far of course. Not enough she can't still fight for the resistance after a bit of recovery. She doesn't want the Red Queen to win any more than anyone else does. But really, a person's ability to throw a punch can be preserved through quite a lot of damage.

And, from those thoughts prior to the ones about ripping her in half, and also that look on her face, she’s getting hit as hard by half a beer as much as most would be from a few entire beers. In a very short time. Her body probably hasn't even absorbed it all yet.

Well, she’s overheard thoughts about some people having mutations that do things like that, although the bit where this girl apparently has subconscious knowledge of hers is new.

On net, she thinks, this is good news. Things will be easier than she thought, and more enjoyable.

Lilian shakes off her melancholy thoughts and takes a deep swig of her beer. It's unpleasantly bitter and she sort of wants to be finished with it. She probably won’t have to hurt anybody today.

"So, what else would you like to know?"

And so it goes, for another few minutes, as Lilian finally finishes off her beer and answers questions. It hits her strongly enough that she’s noticeably impaired in answering questions well. She does, however, manage to answer them. Well, just like with Mayu, she can use this a bit like a training exercise for functioning through mental impairment.

And, um, increasing arousal. Her instincts weren’t wrong that alcohol was an aphrodisiac to her now. It's requiring a lot of reminding herself that staring is rude to keep her eyes on Aire's face.

Probably now is a good time to start up the telepathy-enhanced seduction. Lilian’s impaired and horny enough that she can afford to be amusingly blatant about it, which should be fun.

“I'm still thinking about the people out here apparently living off tentacle fluids. If I wanted, they’d really just feed me from their tentacles? Just, shove them into my mouth and spurt? Just like that, no questions asked?"

Lilian’s eyes fall to Aire’s lips.

Her cock twitches.

She shakes her head, then giggles.

“Basically, yes.”

That was really rather obvious. It’s almost a shame that Lilian’s so impaired by the alcohol. Aire hasn’t actually met many people with interesting minds.

(A memory of a face)

(A flash of half-felt almost-regret)

(One less in the world, now)

Aire giggles at the look on Lilian’s face.

“Sorry for the, um, visual.”

“I haven’t lived in the Pink for long, but I have spent more than a bit here! Usually I’d be dealing with the actual tentacles, not just visuals of them.”

“I think I’m going to grab myself another beer. The bar does have things less bitter than beer. Do you want me to get one of them for you?”

She’s still in complete control of herself, another drink is fine. She doesn’t want to look silly in front of Aire, does she?

"Sure! Um, if you already know what's here, maybe just whatever you think a small child who'd never drank before would like best? I'm not literally a small child, but I do share their tastes in sugary drinks and dislike of the flavor of alcohol."

Aire grabs Lilian something sweet and fruity. A bit more alcoholic than the beer too, but Lilian shouldn't notice over the sweetness.

When Aire walks off to get her a drink Lilian's eyes follow, involuntarily glued to her ass. She finds herself wishing Aire's skirt was shorter.

It takes until she turns back around with their drinks for Lilian to snap out of her horny daze. No staring! 

Oh, this drink is less bitter! Genuinely tasty, even! 

It is good, isn’t it?

Well, back to asking questions. Ones she by and large already knows the answers to, but Lilian doesn't know that.

Lilian makes her way through this drink faster than the last. By the time she’s halfway though it, she isn’t exactly slurring her words, but she’s noticeably impaired even to herself. Maybe especially to herself, she’s keeping rather close track of the effects of alcohol on her.

As far as the second half of her drink is concerned, she isn’t really paying enough attention to the inside of her own mind to notice. Because at a rather inopportune moment, while looking of to the side, Aire shrugs. And her breasts jiggle. This is much harder to just deliberately adjust for by resolving not to do anything that requires too much thinking, she’s so horny. After that, she can’t keep her eyes of Aire’s breasts for any substantial length of time.

Aire giggles.

“Don’t worry about it, like I said earlier, I don’t mind. Well, at least you’re still paying attention to my words. It’s so rude when people don’t bother to pay attention to what I’m saying and just stare at my tits.”

Yeah. Rude. She needs to pay attention.

But it's so hard.

She's so hard.

Her cock twitches happily as she stares, involuntarily fantasizing about what it would look like if her low-cut top suddenly slipped a little lower. Aire’s saying. Something. But it’s so hard to pay attention to that when she has Aire’s tits to stare at. To fantasize about.

Then she shakes her head and tries to get control of herself. Aire just said doing that was rude! Even if she is a little drunk, she can still stop herself from being rude!

She thinks.

Aire’s saying something. She’s not sure what. She keeps trying to pay attention, but then Aire’s breasts jiggle and she’s back to distraction.

Aire has a rather fun idea about how to play this particular game. While she's chattering about nothing in particular, through a quick application of telepathy she introduces a thought to Lilian’s head.

Why not just masturbate a bit, since she’s so horny? To stop herself from being so rude. Aire won’t notice. The table’s blocking her view.

If she wasn’t drunk, horny, and high on pheromones, the fact that Lilian wouldn’t ever normally think that thought would be obvious. But she is drunk, horny, and high on pheromones, and so she doesn’t realize.

She is not, however, impaired enough for the obvious fact that doing that would be wrong to slip by her, and so she muscles her way through the temptation and continues gamely attempting to push through her distraction and start paying attention to Aire's words again.

My goodness this girl is hard to talk into being lewd. She’s rather frustratingly committed to not doing anything Aire might not want.

Well, given the way Lilian’s been reacting to things so far, some of that reluctance should dissolve under the effects of a stronger application of her pheromones.

She deliberately knocks over her empty stein onto the floor and says, “Oops! Would you mind getting that for me?”

Lilian ducks under the table to do so. It smells even better under there than the rest of the bar does. Her thoughts fuzz further. She doesn’t mind.

The stein takes a bit of reaching to grab, and she ends up well-positioned to look up Aire’s skirt. She doesn’t really intend to, but she finds her eyes dragged up to look regardless.

Huh. Aire isn’t wearing any panties.

Her pussy is wet, and slick, and shiny.

Lilian’s hands stray between her legs entirely unconsciously. The pleasure of them brushing up against her pussy is enough to shock her out of her fugue. She reaches out to grab Aire’s stein and pops back up on her side of the booth.

Aire lets her lust aura unfurl. Better if Lilian focuses on her arousal than anything relating to suspicion. She’s drunk and high enough on pheromones at this point not to realize anything strange is going on. 

And then Aire sends another thought into Lilian’s fuzzy little head, stripped of any suggestion that she might be doing anything naughty.

She’s so horny. She should masturbate, so she isn’t so distracted.

The lust aura slams into her mind, throwing it into disarray. She’s already so stupid. So horny. When her thoughts whisper to her that she should masturbate, she doesn’t have the presence of mind to consider why that might be a bad idea.

Lilian slips one of her hands under the table to pull her cock out of her suit and stroke it. Her other hand goes to work pinching the nipple of her left breast. A mental whisper guides her suit friend to sneak two tentacles down behind her back to fill her.

She finds herself pointing her cock at Aire under the table, focusing on the lovely thought of cumming on her pussy, too stupid and horny to process anything beyond the fact that doing it would be hot.

Well, from the way Lilian’s staring fixedly at Aire’s tits, groping her own breast, and rhythmically moving her arm beneath the table, the suggestion took that time.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

Oh. Good. Nice and easy to understand! She can answer and show she isn't being rude!

"Yeahh. Feels good. S'nice."

She pinches and rolls a nipple through her body suit. She shudders. 

Her suit responds to an unspoken desire by pushing deeper into both of her needy holes at the same time.

The increased fullness forces her orgasm out of her, an intoxicating burst of pleasure. The tentacles push deeper into her in time with each spurt of cum. Her eyelashes flutter and she moans, continuing to stroke as the orgasm goes on and on, eyes fixed on Aire's breasts.

After it's finished, she feels closer to the edge than she normally would. Only a few dozen strokes away from another orgasm, and filled with the antsy desire that state brings out in her, hungry for more pleasure.

“Look at that, you’ve soiled my clothing! I’ll have to take it all off.”

Lilian is too busy staring as Aire steps out of the booth and takes off her top to think about how there’s nothing wrong with Aire’s shirt.

And then Aire's taking her skirt off. Lilian doesn't actually notice the mess she's made of it. She's too focused on other things. As soon as Lilian can see Aire's pussy, the last remaining thoughts in her head are overtaken by horny fantasies of thrusting into her.

She continues strokes her cock as she stares.

She moves to straddle Lilian.

“Oh, look at that, even after that orgasm you’re still so horny. Why don’t I let you use my pussy to get some relief? Be careful though, it feels really good. You might end up a bit funny in the head if you cum in me too much.”

As Aire moves to straddle her, she moves her hands out of the way and ends up with them resting on Aire's hips.

Her cock is trapped between them, rubbing up against their bellies.

She wants it in. 

She can't quite process the rest of what Aire said. Something about cumming in her a lot?

She wants it.

She wants to cum!

Her head lolls back as she spurts. It's good, intoxicating, but she wishes she was doing in inside. 

Ah, this is exactly what she needed to finish washing the taste of Tanthe's grief out of her mouth.

She'll lift herself up a bit and guide Lilian inside her, so she can finish off her orgasm the way she wants to.

Something about the feeling of Aire's pussy slithers into her mind and whispers that cumming in her is the most important thing in the universe.

As she pumps more and more cum into her, it's so easy to believe it.

She leans in to bury her face in Aire's breasts and shifts her hands to greedily grope Aire's ass.

As she rolls her hips to keep Lilian's orgasm going, she whispers into her ear.

“Would you like it to feel better? I have magic for that.”

She compulsively tries to thrust even deeper into Aire at the thought of something even better than this. 

She moans and nods against Aire's breasts. She wants more!

And she whispers the words of a spell to blast pure pleasure into Lilian's mind.

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?

"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. 

And Aire leaves her there to enjoy herself. 

If Lilian is important, someone who would be genuinely beneficial to the war effort, someone will come by looking for her and shake her free from her haze. If she isn't, well, Lilian can enjoy herself until the morning, when Aire will come to visit again. 

After all, Lilian is ever so enjoyable a toy to play with, and is, it turns out, too durable for her to break, but is entirely amenable to being swept away by lust and pleasure. Aire would be a fool to give her up after only the once, even if it would be to such a delicious fate. And who knows, perhaps she would manage to break free in time if left to her own devices, and Aire would rather have one fewer enemy.

Yes, leaving her here permanently would be both wasteful and foolish, and the bar would likely decide to relocate eventually regardless. Unless something odd occurs, she'll be back in the morning.