february 08, 2023 | ~5800 words tagged: nsfw, m/m, hypnosis

Foolish Heroes

A forked tongue danced in the air. Narthyx looked around, listless; a coiled spring, coils wrapped around themselves at the base of his throne. He tapped his fingers on the armrests. He slouched in the chair and swung the weight of his tail around in order to get comfortable, and brought a hand to his chin for a moment before putting it right back down. An elegance was needed to be the spitting image of domination and control; the serpent strove for a dignified aesthetic – one that was equal parts imposing and majestic. A figurehead to begrudgingly respect and admire despite the hesitation that came with his sense of superior presence.

In his quest for control, he’d always wanted an evil and commanding abode, hence his current residence being shaped from a volcanic pillar that stood as a monolith over the otherwise cheery plains. Every practicing magician needed a home for their tools, supplies, scrolls, focuses, trinkets, and so on. Every aspect of the architecture needed to scream out “evil wizard’s lair,” as it was quite pragmatic. The benefits were as follows:

More often than not, he’d be left alone to his studies. This, on its own, was priceless. On top of the serene seclusion, occasionally the heroes of the nearby towns would get rowdy and think they could do everyone a favor by apprehending the arcane tyrant himself.

He licked his lips, felt his tongue soar through the air, and his tailtip curled on itself once more. He adored that term, tyrant. What did he even rule over? Nothing, really; the effort to establish himself as royalty was far higher a burden than the serpent ever would indulge. Just his own domain, the villainous tower, was all he wanted. That, and, well - he enjoyed being a tyrant over the heroes for other reasons, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as his thoughts were pulled back to them.

Heroes were the ideal subject for his brand of magic. He savored getting to flex his prowess in a situation that was more exciting than a sterile experiment. The unpredictability of it all added an allure that the naga knew he was helplessly drawn to. Playing that role, thwarting the do-gooders with that insurmountable wave of practiced incantations was a thrill in a class of its own.

So he enjoyed playing the role of the heel, aloof in his spire, awaiting those headstrong and lovably-dumb oafs coming to try and thwart his (non-existent yet) definitely-unspeakably evil plans, and the performative aspect of acting evil would remain his very own secret.

Narthyx took a second to sit up straight again, noticing that he’d lazily sprawled and spilled all over during his fantasy, leaning over the arms, tail all over the place. A yawn escaped his mouth, and all three verdant eyes closed themselves for a moment; the middle trailing the two on the sides.

It had been so long since the last hero had arrived, been re-educated, and sent back down river to his home. Had he been a little too convincing? He had laid it on thick, suggesting “You are going to go right back to that town you departed from, making a direct line to speak to the elder, and you’re going to tell him ‘That serpent isn’t a problem and we were wrong. He’s benevolent and will never lift a hand against us.’” It had always worked in the past.

Hopefully they weren’t naive enough to actually believe such a change in demeanor was natural and in-character, as it would often sow the seeds for another plucky paladin to say “something doesn’t add up here, and I’m going to go there and find out.” The fox seemed like he’d been properly conditioned, so there was no doubt he delivered the words he was supposed to. If that set up the mystery…

Why had no one been to find out?

Maybe it was time to spread his own rumors, speak through the mouths of the commoners to mention how “the ill omens just radiate to the north,” or how “many unexplained things are happening in this town and we think it’s because of that massive ominous structure that an evil wizard lives in.” Obvious, cliche, and effective.

He’d slithered up from the seating and started to pace the room, sliding around the perimeter, gazing out the window while he pondered.

It wasn’t just “testing magic” that made him enjoy the heroes. They were usually large and muscular men, and he adored watching his mesmerism drain the emotion from their face and leave them drooling. A desire, a drive, a total fascination with making those hunks larger than him be bent around his very finger, eagerly awaiting orders, hanging off every word, uncontrollably aroused as they salivated at the thought of him commanding them. A hypnotic tyrant, by all means. It had been a while since he was last sated, and–

Wait, was that a duo in armor approaching his door?

He nearly jumped out of his skin with anticipation, snatching up his cloak and heading to the mirror; he wasted no time practicing his arrogant smirk a couple times. A vocal warmup, a couple ahhhhs from the chest to really let that booming, resonant sound strike fear in the hearts of his challengers, and he was down at the base floor in record time, ready to greet his guests.

There was a knock, and he didn’t answer. More fun to make them feel that opposition from the start, bursting in ready for a throwdown.

Instead, he heard the soft sound of metal picking at the lock, and the door swung inward - still on its hinges this time. These respectful trespassers would soon find he was anything but one to give courtesy to!

“Hello, foolish warriors. Know that by entering my domain, you have committed a grave and foul mistake! Your hubris will prove to be your undoing as you drop to your knees and beg the great Nar-” he started, projecting his voice and stretching his arms, eyes closed; absolutely relishing the bit.

He heard a giggle and looked up with a frown, middle eye furrowed.

“Who dares-” he began again, until realization set in.

There was a dragon that he hadn’t seen before and a fox that he had. The fox was the last hero that had come by, and they had gotten up to quite the antics before he left. A fun fling, but it was rare to see a repeat venture.

“Narthyx, what is this?” the familiar one asked, walking right over and flopping on the couch as if he owned the place.

The serpent was baffled.

“I don’t understand, how can you be so casual in the presence of such a powerful being?” he asked, leaning his hood a bit forward, summoning his most assertive look.

“Dude, it was like, last week that I was here. I told the dragon how much fun it was and he thought it would be a blast to tag along.” the fox said.

“Lance, weren’t you supposed to forget all of that and tell everyone I was evil?” Narthyx asked, bombast deflated, dried up in an instant.

“I mean, I told the mayor you were. Then I said I was bringing this lug with me to investigate.” he replied. The dragon shook his head and cracked a smirk at that.

“You mean like, you usually make ’em lose recollection of all that? Lance walked me through how you told him about the silliness with having to put on a show and pretend to be nefarious.” the dragon said.

He immediately followed it up.

“Oh, and I should introduce myself. I’m Giles.”

Narthyx sighed, and he racked his brain for a minute. Out of all the suggestions to screw up and forget to implant, that one? This was just the worst. All of that work for his image, and-

“We were wondering if you wanted to do some more of that, with the whole trance thing. I know I could go for another, and the dragon’s been eager to see what it’s like after I told him.” Lance said, now kicking his legs on the nice sofa.

“So if you remember it all, you told him that we-”

“Yep. Me and the dragon have fooled around a bit, it wasn’t too wild to mention to him. Look, I just thought it was neat I got to think I was losing my will and getting enslaved to an evil wizard. Plus, you’re getting another good set of muscles to command, and, well…” he trailed off.

The serpent blushed.

“Well, this complicates things. I usually have a routine and procedure, and I do it a certain way, but.” he said, looking the two up and down. They’d already removed their armor and gotten comfortable, leather and steel against the red and gold trim of the rug.

“Ah, screw it. You’re both pretty hot. I bet I can come up with something.”

“Shouldn’t you be used to thinking for everyone with that much practice?” came a voice from the couch.

Narthyx sighed.

“I’ll wipe that playfulness right off your face and make you heel.”

He looked up to see the two smiling wide at each other after that, and he wondered what a mess he’d gotten himself into. Then again, he’d started to get a little excited himself.

The fox remained entertained the joke, but soon, epiphany struck without warning.

“Narthyx, would you mind coming to the back to speak with me for a second? Giles, please stay outside.”

A creak of springs, and there was a dash of orange and white fluff quickly moving to the back room, scales following behind, then the displaced air pressure of a door thrown shut.

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“So here’s the plan. Us two dumbasses will be gullible enough after a light trance to believe anything you want us to, yeah?” Lance asked, already knowing the answer.

“Precisely. Although I’d want to do more than just a light trance.” came the hissed reply.

“I’m thinking you take me down deep and convince me that I was a sleeper agent for you the whole time. Like it was by your orders that I brought the dragon here, because I’m a good servant that obeys my owner.” The fox had his hand on his chin, puzzling it out. The serpent nodded.

“Ah, right, right. It won’t be that convoluted, because I’ll make you actually and sincerely believe it. You’ll be hard as a rock imagining that you’ve been a key part in your superior’s plan, hammering away at those suggestions of you being a brainwashed slave, and Giles will get the genuine experience like you did - because he’ll think it’s real and you betrayed him.”

Lance and had started to blush. He tipped his crimson head down a bit, pleased with himself.

“So we’re all good on selling it that I tricked Giles into coming here to get him brainwashed, and that I’ve been in your palm the whole time.” he asked.

“Yep.” came the naga.

The fox squirmed a bit.

“Damn, this is gonna be good. Think I’ll act convincing enough for it to work?” he asked.

“I will be ensuring it. You’ll wholeheartedly be in your assigned role, don’t worry.”

They looked at each other for a bit, more than happy to put on the show - but the gaze held for a while, each taking in the sight of the other.

The snake was muscular in his own right, a body patterned after the hues of nature itself, the greens of his eyes the leaves of the tree, the bark-brown scales serving as the foundation. In the low light of the room his eyes seemed to pulse even brighter, his eager excitement making the hypnotic ripples nearly involuntary. The third eye that sat in the middle had a glow to it surpassing the others, a focal point, one that the fox would be helplessly drawn to. Every ridge of the scaled muscle was kept to a perfect polish and sheen, the gaze of one who knew themselves to be at the top of the hierarchy complimenting the sleek and efficient body that had already began to coil around the fox’s ankles.

Of course, he was staring at his newest catch in good detail as well, chuckling to himself that the other came with a clear goal in mind - a tight shirt and shorts that one would use for training, running, and so on - and they just accentuated his muscles underneath, as well as the throbbing bulge that had coincidentally started as soon as the magician had detailed that slavish obedience.

“Y’know, I got another good idea.” the fluffier of the two said.

“Elaborate.”

“You could paint on me with some sort of ink to show that I was ‘marked’ from the get-go as supposed evidence of my prior enthrallment. It’s shaky and doesn’t quite check out, as there are a lot of holes to poke in the story - like that we could have done it just now - but if he’s already having his thoughts clouded by your eyes, it’ll sound pretty real.”

Narthyx paused and mulled it over.

“I think you might just want to do that because it’s hot.”

“Maybe.” The fox smiled a toothy, innocent grin.

“So, I take you down, persuade and convince you that you’ve always been my toy, write on that chest to seal it in, then wake you up halfway, march you out into the room, have you show off like a horny toy, then get the dragon under my control too.” he affirmed one more time.

“Sign me up. We shouldn’t leave the dragon out there too long, though. Any idea in mind for how to start it off?”

It was the serpent’s turn to flash a toothy smile, Narthyx reaching up to gently rest his hand on the fox’s cheek. His coils raised farther along the orange fur, and the naga had stretched as to have the appearance of looming over his subject; he was a little larger than the fox, but not nearly the size of the dragon. His hood flared out, the scales beneath giving off the appearance of a myriad of identical eyes to his own, all seeming to look directly in the fox’s; no matter where the vulpine looked, every one of the irises rippled with the sheen of their own luminescence. The false eyes radiated with the same green glow as the others, but the most powerful light was the serpent’s true eyes; the two that flanked the middle starting to bloom with concentric rings, the middle following suit with overwhelming intensity.

The fox had felt himself go limp with the sensation of cool scales against his fur, the flickering show of lights enough to disarm him. His thoughts had slowed, each ring of light stripping away yet another incubating figment of his imagination before it reached his conscious. A blank bliss had started to spread. He was aware enough to recognize that pleasure for a second time, but already too captivated to even be able to smart back; the naga’s hood enveloped him. All around was the reflected light of the emerald irises, making it so easy to let go and succumb to the words that echoed around the impromptu chamber of scales.

His whole world had turned into emerald constellations that blossomed as far as the eye could see.

“Just relax for me, fox. We’ve done this before. Just recall how deep you were for me and let that spring up like a well inside of you. Drop those thoughts away, sealing everything but my words and what I tell you.” came the whispers.

Lance’s neck struggled to stay upright, head bobbing slightly as if pulled to the floor by the drool that had started to leak out. One scaled hand ran along his cheek while the other propped up his chin to remain staring.

The coils rose, slithering up around his waist by this point; his body was enveloped in the same way that his gaze was, held in place by undulating muscle, immobilized by the sights that stole his willpower.

“You can be a good boy for your owner, can’t you? Just sink for your programming, let your mind be mine as you fall. Deeper and deeper for me now, emptiness overtaking anything that could be there. Just losing those thoughts from before.”

One hand removed from his soft cheek and moved to his ear, snapping.

“Forget.”

He snapped again.

“The last conversation, gone.”

Another one.

“Recollection, overwritten.”

A deep chuckle resounded. He stroked the orange cheek with his claws.

“You did well bringing the dragon here for me, slave. I’m glad you followed your programming dutifully.” he said.

The fox swayed in his stupor, struggling for an answer.

“P…programming? Was I, I know I brought the dragon, but…” he stumbled out.

“Yes. I demanded you obey,” came Narthyx, emphasis on the last word, “and you dragged him here for me to make a slave, just like you.”

Another chuckle. His eyes flared once more, the glow bathing the fox’s fur from every angle.

“You’ve been wrapped around my finger for quite some time. Go ahead and recall how I filled you with my words and let you pretend to be the hero you were, prior to falling into my clutches. What you are is nothing but a toy in my grasp, eager to obey, desperate for commands. What you will be is a servant attuned to my will.”

Narthyx had felt that desire within him start to rear its head, the domineering urges that coursed through every vein in his body pulsing as soon as he saw the expression of another go blank and start to droop. Eyes unfocusing, reflecting the light pouring into them; a smile turning entirely expressionless, removed from time, statuesque. Muscles relaxed and limp, floating and weightless. Immobile. A dazed face that needed nothing more than to be commanded and controlled, a mind vacant.

He had a storyline to sell to the dragon, so he needed his actor in the scene to put on a stunning performance. Each overt indicator of brainwashing to show that something was vastly different than how they arrived would have Giles in awe, believing it.

His hand went back to toying with the soft fox fur, and his cadence continued in that lower register, the whispers delivered one after another.

“You won’t be answering to your old name, either, foxslave. That’s just as distant of a memory as your arrival. Locked away in a corner of your mind, retrieval failing. But you’ll think that ‘foxslave’ fits you perfect, since you’re such a good boy for me.”

His coils unwound, and his hood pulled back outward. The rest of the room poured in, the fox now placed back in his surroundings, freed from his grasp - physically, at least. Although he started to wake up, his mind was left in a half-trance, never fully coming back to lucidity. Back on his feet, no scales against him, and right back to how he believed he always had been.

Of course, there was still more to do.

“Foxslave. It’s time to change out of those clothes you had to wear to get our dragon friend here.” he said, handing Lance two pieces of apparel. More orange was revealed as each piece he was wearing was quickly abandoned and tossed to the side of the room, white fluff quickly clasped by a thick leather collar. That was one half of his assigned wear, the other sliding up his legs as tight briefs snapped into place.

“Understood.” came the deadpan reply, a hint of green still in those eyes; a remnant of that trance left behind, a symbol of the lingering suggestions. The serpent’s wandering hands had already given a light grab on those exposed pecs, shifting and holding the warm cockbulge in his hand for a second, rubbing it gently.

“That’s right. If you’ve got such a body, it makes no sense to want to conceal it, right?”

“Not at all, Master.” came the fox.

Each action was a blur, the thrall seemingly flowing between situations, one after another. Loose thoughts losing track that he had ever changed clothing and that he wasn’t just happy to show off in front of his owner, everything before the trance a blur, but it just felt right – and it just felt right that his master was already touching the cool tip of his paintbrush to that bright chest and drawing the insignia of his own three eyes on it. Which, of course, was good to show off, because anything his owner used him for was good; dull, dim, repetitive thoughts that only yearned to praise his superior. From one to the other, dull recollections fading as soon as they happened, always unaware and in the moment itself. Ephemeral glimpses of action according to what his superior wished.

Narthyx struggled to contain his own desires to enjoy the fox right then and there, knowing that the taste of having both heroes in the palm of his hand was even better. One hand clicked a leash on the fox’s collar, the other went to once again toy with that cock, dumb grin spilling out on the fox’s face as the pleasure enveloped him. Even the naga wasn’t sure if this was in an effort to condition his toy further or just for a bit more fun. A scaled hand snatched a golden pocketwatch on the way out, already having a scheme in mind.

The door swung back open to the living room, and a proud and magnificent serpent came out first, smiling as he had since the encounter with the two; and walking behind him, slowly, stuck right to his side, was a fox that stared at nothing. Giles turned at the sound and immediately had a look of surprise.

“Oh my, you, uhhh- really must have gotten him good. I know he said it was easy to go along with things, but you only stepped out of the room for a second.” he said, head tilted. His eyes wandered up and down his companion, noting how he seemed much more docile than before – that, and clearly aroused.

Narthyx flashed a fanged grin.

“Foxslave, go polish off the dragon’s boots. It would be rude to not offer such service to our guest, wouldn’t it?”

He tugged the leash to make the fox walk faster, the vulpine beelining for the couch before dropping right to his knees. Before he got a word out to respond, his tongue was doing other things; like running along the dragon’s steel greaves, kissing at the metal, making sure it shined.

Giles was shaking his head in disbelief.

“Do you– even realize how much trouble he gives me when we’re out doing things for the mayor? He’s not usually like this at all.”

Narthyx played it cool, acting as if none of this was out of the ordinary, hiding his anticipation and enjoyment of the scene. “Property does as it’s commanded and doesn’t have a need to ask questions.”

The dragon was impressed, but still surprised.

“So how long is he like this?” he asked.

“Like what?” said Narthyx, feigning ignorance.

“Well, all obedient for you.”

“Oh, that’s how he always is. I let him act like ‘Lance, the charming rogue’ or however he introduced himself to me from time to time, but his mind is permanently under my sway.” he said, deadpan.

Giles’ eyes went wide.

“So, you mean to tell me that he’s just your thrall, and that’s that?”

“Well, of course. Don’t you see the markings on his chest? He’s been branded as mine for a while.”

The dragon doubted that he’d miss such an obvious thing on his companion, but could magic have kept it hidden? Did he just not notice? It was hard to really argue with a serpent about that when his usual comrade was running his face against the metal armor near the floor.

“Lance, is that all accurate?”

The fox didn’t respond, still pressed to those boots as if he didn’t hear a word.

“Oh, that’s my bad. I forgot to let him still respond to that name when he’s around you. I don’t think he has a real need to be independent when he could just behave for me instead. You see, I usually just snap my fingers, or call out to him as something fitting. Now that there’s two of you, that gets complicated, though…” Narthyx said, muttering to himself in the most audible way.

The serpent looked lost in thought before a mischievous smile spread. He snapped his fingers and looked at Lance.

“Foxslave, on your feet. At attention.”

As ordered, the vulpine rose right to his feet, posture snapping into place; chest puffed out proud, eyes straight forward. His hands fell behind his back, accentuating that body even more; the rigidity and discipline of it was down to the minute detail, which left Giles even more astounded that the fox was made to care about being a perfectionist at all. Meanwhile, Narthyx was delighted to push forward.

“Good boy. I’ll just refer to you both that way – and then it’s unique. Fox and dragon, no need for pesky things like your own identity.” he said, matter-of-fact.

Giles’ eyebrows raised again.

“Both of us?”

“Oh, isn’t that what you came here for? Or rather, what I had my good boy here bring you for. I thought you’d make a fine attendant just like him.”

The dragon let out a nervous laugh.

“Giles, you look just as excited as my fox at the prospect.” the serpent said, conspicuously staring just a slight bit below the dragon’s chest.

“Look, it’s really hot. I’d been imagining it as this fantasy, but like, actually being here and seeing Lance be so obedient is even more than I expected.”

“Well, the good news is that you’re next.” He beckoned with a finger, prompting the dragon to stand and come over to him, spinning the golden trinket around his finger while he waited. As nervous as Giles was, the presence of the naga was too much to deny, so he slowly rose and trudged over, standing a good head or two above the serpent.

“Good that you already listen well. Foxslave, come massage your partner’s shoulders and help him get relaxed.” he barked.

Lance nodded with a slow blink, sliding out from that strict rest he remained at attention in, and moving right behind the green lizard. He had to raise his hands much higher than usual to reach those muscles, but he still could with a bit of effort; and his deft fingers plucked at those fibers like the strings of a harp as he helped soothe and untangle all of that tension, the slow exhale perfect evidence of his skill.

“Now then, Giles.” came the demanding voice, Narthyx also having to hoist his arms up high - but to instead lift a pocketwatch so that the visual focus would swing right in front of the dragon’s eyes, a long reach to ensure the taller male could see the golden chain with ease. He cast it in a slow, drifting arc, as lazy and effortless as his commanding presence. His fangs caught the light with the same sparkle as the metallic showpiece, parabolic trajectory wandering again and again before the his gaze.

Behind the glinting piece was a fanning hood of green, once again summoning tricks of the light to ensure whenever those eyes slipped past the watch, they only fell on further hypnotic stimulus.

“Would you be so kind as to stare for me? And do relax while you’re at it. The point is to get you comfortable, warm, and receptive. The more you’re at ease, the better you’ll listen to my voice, and we both know how badly you desire that.”

The orange fingers danced along his scales, tactile and visual senses starting to dance exactly as the serpent directed. The soft touch of the massage, that low cadence paced to keep every second in Narthyx’s control, and most obvious of all, the way his pupils tracked that soaring metal through the air from side to side, again and again, back and forth, again and again.

Naturally, he took a long, slow blink, drew in a long breath, and his neck started to nod with difficulty to keep forward. Eyelids made of stone, falling when he forgot to make effort to keep them peeled. The desire to stare, the desire to sleep. Hard to keep them open, hard to think about anything except staring. Push and pull, all in the serpent’s hand.

“That’s a good dragon. Stare and feel how sluggish those thoughts get in your mind while you listen to me. They slow down. They get trapped in stasis. Harder to think, harder to dream of anything but what I tell you. Attention captivated.”

Narthyx lowered the watch, pumping his arm in a circle to shake off some of the stiffness from holding it that high for a while. He pushed up against his coil to raise his height, dragon slumped to meet him; and surrounded him in that iridescent hood just as he had his fox.

“Dragonslaves don’t need to think when they can listen. Nice and docile, awaiting commands. All that bulk ready to serve and obey, nodding along with my voice. Relaxing and sinking into a bliss where all you can dream of is compliance with my words.”

Seeing his arms fall and swing was all Narthyx needed to know the dragon was nice and deep, retreating back a bit and summoning the fox with a snap, placing a collar into his hands.

“Foxslave, would you mind doing the honors of placing that thick leather around our muscled brute’s neck?” he asked, although “asked” was an exaggeration of how much agency the vulpine had to protest.

“Yes, Master.” came the expected response.

The click of a clasp could be heard as it snapped into place, and the serpent was giddy with excitement at seeing such a hunk wearing it in a daze, brimming with eager joy at the sight.

“Go ahead and disrobe him, too. As well as yourself, afterwards. I think I desire my thralls showing off their eager need tonight.” he said.

Soon enough, the dragon’s scales were revealed in their full glory, fox standing beside him, both of them unrestrained save for the collars around their necks; Narthyx waited for a second before issuing another order, more than happy to just take in the sight of two immobile lugs awaiting their commands. To see them frozen was to have a clear image of the control he had over them, and it made him blush.

He snapped his finger.

“Hands out in front of you like zombies. Arms parallel to the floor for me.”

The two obliged wordlessly, their arms slowly rising in a languid manner, reaching that peak and holding there as they stared forward, focused on nothing.

The naga blushed again, seeing them do something so ridiculous, really. A sign of how brainwashed they were, ready to obey no matter what the order was. He figured he’d flex his control as much as he could before his own arousal got the best of him.

“On your knees, you two. Hand on each other’s cocks, pumping it.”

As they dropped, all he could do was admire the sight of seeing those who were larger and stronger than him close to the floor, looking up with the blank expression that only comes with a deep trance. His favorite thing to look up at, now dropped to be his favorite thing to look down at. All of that strength subjugated to his will.

“Repeat after me. ‘We await our commands, Master Narthyx.’” he prompted.

They repeated, as he’d expected, but the two monotone voices in unison made him shiver with delight, fighting back his urge to swim along his own coils and squirm. Seeing them throb and indulge with reckless abandon at his words only added to the effect. Content, the serpent flopped on the couch and beckoned them to his sides.

“Attend to me.” he said, allowing them to flank him; the intention clear with how he rested his arms along the back of the seating. The two horned heads pushed in, and he lowered those arms, reflecting on how good of an idea it was – and then the second those tongues fell out and dragged along his scales, his head tipped back and he let out a moan.

His tail swirled as they continued, each of them lost in their worship; back and forth as the pendulum, except it was their attention to his body that became the focus. After quite some time, he snapped and had them sit up straight.

“And snap back to awareness, you two. Remembering everything that we’ve done. Letting the suggestions slip away.” he said.

Lance shook his head and blinked a couple times, as if waking up from a nap. A bright grin replaced that dull submission from before. Giles took much longer, trying his hardest to toss and turn and push out of the warm mental blanket that kept him asleep.

“Y’know, I thought that plan I came up with was going to matter more.” said Lance, taking stock of his surroundings; before moving right back into place under the serpent’s arm. “Not that I mind. It was still a good idea.”

The naga laughed, reaching over with his free hand and scratching the fox’s head.

“Oh, it was. Seems it didn’t make a difference if Giles was tricked, though. He heard all that about you being a good thrall and leaned right into it.”

The dragon, disoriented, was amused.

“Really was as good as you said, Lance. Good call on that. I wouldn’t have ever imagined it’s that easy to slip into a trance and be so… completely wrapped around someone’s finger. This was fantastic.”

“I think I quite like the idea of you two matching while you’re all nice and controlled. Collared, matching uniforms or a lack thereof, mark his scales just like your chest. The compliance is a good look.” Narthyx remarked.

The other two blushed.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, either.” he continued. “I haven’t even made you two cum yet. It’ll be easy to take you right back down…”

Both of them couldn’t hide their grins, the serpent reaching over and palming their needy lengths once more, taking quick strokes at them.

“Lots more to do with your bodies, too. Things to make you do, more suggestions for your gullible brains, and making you chant and affirm your devotion was a good one too. So many ways to indulge.”

The naga pulled them close, arms wrapping around them, squeezed between both of his subjects.

“Now then. If you would just listen in and relax…”