Chapter 7-5: Lunch Break

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I’m in Nym’s short, plump body, seeing through her eyes, and after a moment, my mind settles into the contours of hers as well. I am Nym, I always have been. 
I’ve let the mute girl lead me into the deep woods, for some reason. Selfish of her, to just assume we’re getting her Familiar first. What if mine’s in a totally different direction? It irritates me.
I ignore the fact that I can barely sense the tug of my magic through the roiling of emotion in my stomach. The morning has been eventful, what with Hattie and Mae… I was lucky I got away with that one. Hattie’s too good at seeing through my tricks. 
Don’t you like it when she calls you out, though? Doesn’t it give you a thrill?
I shake the thought away, desperate not to worsen my distraction. Besides, it annoys me more than it compels me. I hate to lose. Syrene moves ahead as I climb over yet another damp log. At least I like the forest. Wait. Where did she go?
She drops from above, landing close enough that I can feel her breath and smell the vanilla of her fur (that smell was driving me crazy on the busride, already worked up, and having to stare ahead at Hattie, perfect Hattie, [the thought of me being seen as perfect by anyone almost pulls me out of the vision] lucky enough somehow to be partnered with the Princess Indel — the glorious, elegant, beautiful Princess Indel. And me stuck with the silent mouse girl who, despite being utterly boring, smells good enough to drive me out of my head). She presents me with a handful of large, dark brown nuts. My stomach turns.
“Oh- No, thank you. I only eat meat.” 
She cocks her head to the side, and then shrugs, plopping down on the damp forest floor, deshelling her prizes. What the fuck!? We haven’t found either of our Familiars yet, she has me half an hour deep into the overgrowth, and now she wants to sit down for a snack? I open my mouth to tell her off, but hesitate. If she’s stopping anyway, might as well take care of my own little issue, right? 
I scooch close to her, and when she looks up at me, confused, and tries to shuffle away, I grab her lower back and pull her forcefully toward me. “Sorry, this one will only work if we’re nice and close.” She struggles, pushing her paws against my chest, but only for a moment. My magic takes her and I paint my picture, a favourite of mine. 
I erase the nuts; she didn’t stop because she was hungry. She stopped because she was horny, because she wanted me. She couldn’t stop staring at me on the busride, couldn’t stop thinking about me on the walk as she was supposed to be focusing on her Familiar. Finally, unable to take it, she jumped on me from above, we tumbled to the forest floor together. She kissed up my neck with utter devotion. 
She wants to serve me, that’s all she wants in the world. 
Okay, should be a decent start. Syrene’s eyes go from blank to on-fire as she tightens her grip on my arms. 
She straddles me, buries a fist in my hair, yanks my head back so I’m looking at her, kisses me full on the mouth. She shuffles down, starts grinding against my thigh as she grabs my ass, digging her nails in deep enough to break skin. She shivers with pleasure. 
Wow, this went even better than expected. Who knew Syrene had such an intense side? 
Still, I doubt we have enough time for both of us to have equal fun. We have Familiar hunting to do, after all. I try to get us back on track, flooding Syrene again with-
A thin wisp of purple connects us and she screams in pleasure as she grinds. The noise echoes against the mountainous trunks. She can talk!?
“-”
Suddenly, I realise that it’s my voice screaming and moaning and sobbing against me in tones of desperate, totally unaffected pleasure. I feel a rush of humiliation, hearing my voice used like that. Her full weight is against me, and I dig my nails into her hips to slow her down. 
She adores me, she wants to service me. She would never take my voice, such a thing would be borderline blasphemy against her idol.
I wonder if any of this imprint will be strong enough to last? I had her pegged as a boring, weak little thing. But seeing her like this… Might be a well worth returning to.
I feel my voice come back to me in a rush. Syrene slows down her gyration, pulling me into her so we’re pressed tight against each other. She reaches between us to unbutton my top.
“No,” I say quietly. “Take yours off, though. You want to take yours off.”
It’s off as quickly as I’ve said it, and I barely have time to admire her surprisingly large chest before she’s pressed against me again, desperate, like she can’t bear to be away from me, teeth tickling my throat. 
Gods, I might have gone too hard. It’s like fucking someone that’s obsessed with me. 
Well, good then. I certainly made her much more interesting than she was. All she wanted to do before was eat nuts and get lost in the woods. She’s started grinding against me again, but we can’t get distracted. I push her head down.
She resists for just half a moment, looking up at me uncertainly, before she’s disappeared beneath my skirt. 
“You want to,” I assure her, letting out a little gasp as she pulls my underwear aside, and her tongue makes contact with skin. 
She goes in, expertly, and I let out a moan. Finally! I grab her hair and push her face harder into me, biting my lip and crying out. 
“Yes!” 
Gods, I’m so worked up, I’m already close. She-
She stops. 
What the fuck? I jostle her hair, move against her, but Syrene only reaches up and disentangles my hand from her hair, emerging from beneath my skirt. I flood her with feelings of devotion again, but her eyes only meet mine steadily. 
!?
I ratchet up the love feelings. Her paws tighten hard into my sides, and her eyes are burning with desire now, but she still doesn’t move. 
What’s the big idea? I was so close.
“You want to service me,” I say, at last, wiggling beneath her, “You want to-”
The purple wisp connects us again and my voice cuts off. When she opens her mouth, it’s hers. 
“I do,” she says, and I feel the burning truth in the words as she stares down at me. “Isn’t that strange?” 
No! It doesn’t matter! The only thing that matters is feeling good and I was just feeling very good so please, please keep going. You want to keep going!
“-” 
She grabs a handful of hair, uses it to move my face side to side, inspecting. “Do you want me to tell you why it’s strange?” she says, interrupting herself to kiss me violently and then pulling back, breathing heavy, “Because, normally, I don’t like to be the one doing the servicing.”
She shuffles up so she’s straddling my waist, towering above me. I try to whimper and no sound comes out. Why did she have to stop? She was so good at it. I’m desperate, now. I send another wave of illusions through her, but they make no impact. 
“So I’m down there, right, having a spiritual experience eating out a 95 pound elf that even I could beat in a fistfight, and I’m thinking — what an unusual coincidence. For the first time in my life, I want to devote myself to someone, I want to bend my will to another’s, and that person just so happens to be an Illusion mage. You see, darling, where I start to question things.”
I wriggle beneath her, because I don’t care. I don’t care about anything right now except for getting my right hand down my panties so I can just do it myself. 
She catches my wrist and then my other, holds them firm over my head, looming. 
“I thought you wanted me to do that,” she whispers in my voice. “Don’t you like me anymore?” 
I squirm desperately. She shifts position, rolling off me and slotting in behind me, so my ass is pressed into her. My arms are free now, so I move them straight down to take care of myself as she takes my tie off- and she has them again. I try to cry out in frustration but again, no sound. In less than a minute, I’m restrained. 
“I want to service you, Nymeria,” she says, hand snaking into my panties. Yes! YES! She traces slow circles. “I love you,” she says. 
My eyes widen, but I can have no other reaction, immobilised and voiceless as I am. It’s a shock, but, sure, I can be into that. I close my eyes, try to concentrate, but she’s moving unbearably slowly, fingers so light against my clit. I thrash, desperate for more stimulation, and she pulls me tight against her. 
“Did you hear me?” she says, “I love you. It’s fucking tearing my chest apart right now how much I love you. Because, what? The Illusion mage was bored? Horny? Do you know how this fucking feels?” 
Gods no, of course not, all I can fucking think about is your finger against me and please, please speed up. She stops. No! 
Suddenly, her claws are digging into my face and she’s twisting me around to look at me. 
“No,” she says. “You don’t. But you will.” 
My voice comes back to me and, to my horror, immediately explodes into a desperate whimper. She smiles, the cord isn’t gone though, still snaking into my forehead. What is she-
The emotion hits like an explosion, a rush of pain and longing in my chest. I cry out, a note of flat horror. Gods, she smells so fucking good and she’s touching me and I want her more than anything, so why is it painful? Her fingers start their sleepy movements again, and I can’t help it, I scream. 
She takes my voice. 
“What do you want?” she whispers. “Do you want to cum, or do you want to service me? We don’t have time for both.”
Another wave of emotion washes through me. No, she can’t do this. I’m an Illusion mage! I can see through anything she throws at me. I love her, though, I love her so much it hurts. 
Nothing could be more of a motivator than her slow fingers between my legs, though. I need relief. 
“Which is it?” she asks. 
My voice collides back into me with a “Please! I need to cum!” 
Her fingers stop, she rolls me onto my back in the dirt, straddles me so I’m looking up at her face, lit from behind by the veins of light shooting through the forest canopy. I want to sob in frustration, but she’s taken my voice again.
“I’m so flattered,” she says, “that you would choose to service me, even when you’re so desperate. You must really love me.” 
I do, I do, but why did I agree to this? I’m going crazy, my brain feels like it can’t function. I changed my mind. I need to cum. I need to tell her! She doesn’t give me back my voice though, just pins my arms above my head with her knees and rides me until she’s screaming up into the trees, sounding like me.