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A forest of bamboo and trees crawled up the side of a mountain coated in mist. Today, the morning sun was interrupted by a shower of rain that came down in thin drops tapping the leaves of the tree and bamboo creating a neat melody that joined the song of the birds roosting in the canopy. The mist from the mountain and rain curled together and slid along the grassy forest floor. Though there was life in the form of animals in all shapes and sizes, there was a distinct lack of people here human or otherwise. Most of the villages surrounding the mountain treated it as a place to be respected and left alone. Of course, there were always hunters looking for opportunities to find untouched game. One such huntress was a tall gnoll with brown fur and a notched ear wearing only a loincloth. She moved through the forest quietly, bow drawn and arrow ready to be pulled back and let loose. The rain was making it difficult to pick up the scent of any of the creature's nearby but Scarra was certain that the game here was prime to be plucked. The rain would mask her own scent and all she had to do was use her eyes to find what she needed. Again she found herself recalling the superstitions of her people and the other surrounding villages that said the mountain was dangerous. Yes, there had been incidents with people never returning but to entirely abandon a hunting ground was foolish. The mountain could feed people and the pelts could be sold or used for warmth. She was too old to believe that there was a beast on this mountain that captured those who trespassed and even less so that it was haunted. As she kept on moving, her ears pricked up as something odd happened. Besides the sound of the rain, there were no other sounds. The birds had stopped their songs and the rustling of small creatures in the brush had ceased entirely. Even the wind seemed to slow down and something in her bestial heart stirred, a feeling that something was wrong. Her digits squeezed the shaft of the arrow just in case she would need it in time to defend herself but what appeared to her wasn't a threat, but a song. A voice poured through the air around her, a sweet melody calling for her to come forward that caused the hackles at the back of her neck to stand on end. It wasn't dangerous but it did frighten her and all of her instincts were telling her to go back but something at the back of her mind stopped that thought process in its tracks. Scarra had just said that she did not believe in superstitions, that there was value to be had in this mountain that others did not take advantage of because of their baseless fears. She would not succumb to that, and so, she began to walk forward with an amber glow starting to wash through her crimson eyes.

The song continued to play through the forest with the voice growing in volume as the gnoll kept on walking toward the source. Bravery and stubbornness had been amplified to tow the huntress further and further up the mountain trail and into the forest away from safety. There were creatures that wandered her path, great stags and wild beasts that would have served her original purpose but there was something keeping her attention on the voice that was kissing her mind and tugging her along.

It stopped just as the gnoll reached a clearing where the mist seemed to clear and a stone sat at the center. Curled around the stone was a serpentine figure with a bestial feline torso. Her scales were a verdant green like leafy jade and her eyes were twisting amber that reflected the glow in the gnoll's eyes.

When the lamia spotted the gnoll, she outstretched her arms and sighed so happily, "Welcome to my domain, my friend."

Emela could see that she had caught a beautiful specimen with her spell. The gnoll was tall with a strong frame, large thighs, and breasts that were big enough to fit in both paws and yet not so big that they would get in the way of hunting. She could see that she would need to be careful courting this one, or at the very least break her mind quickly before the realization of danger struck.

The gnoll seemed to register her presence with a shake of the head and muttered, "Who are you?"

Even while the huntress responded, she began to walk again urged on by the oddly melodic voice of the lamia. That serpentine creature slipped down from the rock with her arms hugging around her body as she purred to the air, "My name is Emela. This is my mountain and my territory that you've stepped into. You see, I'm the reason that all people believe this place is haunted and why all people respect this place and yet, here you are trespassing."

The voice commanded respect and was dripping with a strange mixture of honey and venom. Emela made sure to mix those two ingredients well into her inflection as her words had as much to do with her magic as the spells themselves did. She could see that the gnoll was wary but perhaps did not yet realize that something was happening. That bow was still held in paw and still, an arrow was readied and so she whispered to the air and to the gnoll's mind that such a thing was unnecessary. A creature that was smaller than the gnoll could never hope to wrest control of her but perhaps this little addition was a mistake.

Scarra's eyes narrowed and she shook her head while speaking, "I...If you are the one who has created the rumors then you have killed many of my people."

Emela sighed deeply enough to fill the air with her voice again and watched as the gnoll trembled while she answered, "I was attacked. What was I supposed to do? You can understand, can't you? We all have things to defend."

Everyone had things to protect. That was more than true and Emela took advantage of it. Her presence whispered within the Gnoll's mind, digging away at the memories of what needed to be protected and reminding her just to draw out that lovely empathy. The effects were almost immediate as the gnoll lowered her bow and seemed to approach less carefully. Emela whispered to every other thought inside of the gnoll's mind that she herself was harmless. A tiny and small thing compared to the gnoll who had nothing and could absolutely do nothing. The gnoll was nearly lost in a dream as she stopped and her paw slowly opened to let the bow drop to the ground. Emela took this as an opportunity to curl around the gnoll and rise and rise until they were face to face and nearly nose to nose.

The gnoll finally muttered, "I guess I can understand why you defended yourself."

Those red eyes reflected a lovely amber and Emela tried her best to hide the giddiness while purring, "Yes. You see, since you've been so nice and understanding, I think I'll take you to be my wife. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Scarra narrowed her eyes and suddenly seemed to become aware of what was happening. She growled and yanked away but her arms were restrained by the coil of the Lamia's lower body. When her voice came, it was still colored with Emela's influence but the aggression was there, "Wife? Please, I have a mate waiting for me at home. I have a home to get back to! If I stayed here then --"

Emela took hold of the gnoll's cheeks and drew her closer, eyes meeting eyes as she whispered, "Hush hush, no need to be so violent. You can see that I mean you no harm and that I don't want to push you into anything but really now, consider..." She then leaned in close to whisper her words to both ear and mind, "Consider how sweet it would be to stay with me, how all your needs could be taken care of. You've lived a long life, haven't you? You deserve to rest."

The gnoll's eyes turned a deeper shade of amber on crimson while she muttered her denial, "That's stupid...My life is fine the way it is. Good home, good friends..."

Ah, such a troublesome thing. The gnoll already had a good life, didn't need anything else. It was always difficult to bring someone in peacefully like this and yet, Emela wouldn't have it any other way. Breaking this lovely specimen would mean she would end up with a toy, not a wife. Oh well, if she ended up breaking this one then at least she would still have a hatchery to take advantage of.

Slowly, she brushed her digits against the gnoll's cheeks while leaning in to plant soft kisses on the ears, "A good home, good friends, all of those things are true certainly, but you could have it better. You could stay here and visit your loved ones. You could be the one to show that this mountain isn't dangerous at all. Imagine that?"

It was a lie of a compromise but one that curled around those iron walls inside of the gnoll's mind and began to take root to chip away at those defenses. The gnoll's ears pulled back, her eyes shutting, her body trembling while one of the lamia's paws moved to feel over one plump breast, "I don't know...What would they think of me with a wife?" Muttered the gnoll.

Emela whispered, words digging in deeper and deeper into the gnoll's mind, "Lie. You have no reason to tell them about me. I know you love me and I love you just the same but what you understand is that other's would not let us be. If only we had met earlier right?"

The mournful voice she had put on parted those mental walls long enough for the root of her hypnosis to take hold and the gnoll sighed to the air, "But I would hate to leave the one I love stranded alone on this mountain...How could I betray you?"

A small giggle came from the lamia she leaned down to plant kisses along the gnoll's chest, stopping at one nipple to speak, "Then don't."

With a groan, the gnoll leaned her head back while trying to wrestle with the words slipping free of her mouth, "Then I suppose...I suppose I could be yours."

Emela smiled and began to suckle on the nipple before her, tongue curling around it while she squeezed the other one between two digits and tugged. She could feel the gnoll's body relaxing against her coil making it easy for her to slowly unwrap herself and bring her body back to the ground. The gnoll moved with her, arms wrapped around her while she laid her head atop of the lamia's. Emela pushed and pushed until they were both on the ground, the gnoll on her back with her legs spreading slowly while Emela was over the gnoll with her mouth still on that perky nipple. There were still little sparks of resistance with that mind but the pleasure being pressed onto the body was part of the process of easing the gnoll into understanding that she was under her control and love now.

The gnoll began to breathe and sigh to the air, eyes glowing with that mark of hypnosis while she muttered, "No need to go back home if I have one here."

That was it, that was that loving admission that spoke volumes more than what was happening within the gnoll's mind. Emela smiled as she tugged her lips away from the gnoll's nipple to come up and bright her mouth against Scarra's. They share a firm kiss with parted lips and tongues meeting in the center, spit and love being swapped while one of her paws slipped down between the gnoll's firm thighs to brush aside the loincloth and dip against the mound of her heat where she could already feel the drip of arousal calling for her.

What a lovely feeling, that dripping warmth called for her to slide her digits inside while the kiss continued to affirm that the connection between them was complete. She probed the gnoll's mind with her presence, prodding it and curling around it as she found that iron wall of defense cracked and shattered. With this, she could do whatever she wanted to the gnoll, whatever she desired to her new and loving wife.

The moans began to join the song of the rain tapping on the ground. It was a lovely noise that that graced her feline ears and made her body trembled as she dipped her digits deeper and deeper inside of the gnoll. Those insides were so warm, so prepared for what was about to happen and she couldn't help but laugh in pure joy as she pulled her lips away along with the digits from the gnoll's heat. With a paw, she reached between them to rub and tease the slit just below her feline body that parted a few choices scales on her lower form. Emela shivered and sighed as a thick tapered shaft began to slip out of the slit. She then began to tug and pull on the cock until it was fully grown and when she looked at the gnoll, she saw that there was no shock or surprise, there were only amber love and a gentle smile that told her that she could do anything she wanted.

Emela slipped the cock between the gnoll's legs just as the subdued huntress spread her legs further. The lamia purred and bit down on her new wife's shoulder while slipping the tip inside of that warm cunt. She tugged her mouth away just to kiss the gnoll's ear while whispering love that sunk into that malleable mind. The gnoll groaned at the feeling of being filled and the sensation of having her mind be rearranged for the desires of the beast. Emela herself was shaking with glee from the feeling of the tightening warmth surrounding her cock. Pumping her hips back and forth she let out a hiss of glee and a sigh of complete victory while the gnoll surrendered to her fully.

The connection in their collective minds had felt like a tug of war until this very moment. There was no pull back from the gnoll, no pushing, and no whining while her spectral tendrils stroked through the gnoll's mind to rewrite the truth in her image. Emela trembled as she felt the pleasure crawling from the gnoll's mind to her own and it was amplified by the fact that she barely had to push the gnoll to feel this. Scarra's twisting and arching body, her perked nipples, and open maw as she moaned to the naked forest was entirely of her own doing. Emela encouraged it, kissing her mind with loving thoughts that tugged her down deeper into the mire of romantic subjugation and when she brought herself back to the physical realm, their eyes met with the mutual love of two partners who had been together for years.

Legs curled around her body and strong arms came around her back to pull her closer while Emela felt her cock reach the deepest portions of that inviting heat. Faster and faster she kept on grinding while the warmth around them pushed away the cold of the rain and kept on building with every thrust and push. Both of her paws came up to grab onto the gnoll's chest, digits closing around the nipples while she dragged herself faster and faster against the larger creature's body. Emela could feel herself growing close, could feel the bulge and swell of her cock telling her that the eggs were there and ready but she wanted something more before this finished.

Emela's presence took to digging into that mind again, words forming that she wanted to hear right this second along with a feeling that would become mutual this very moment. Scarra gasped, body shaking, claws digging into the lamia's back while she cried out, "Breed me. I am yours to use and our children will be strong I'm sure!"

The lamia felt herself no longer able to hold back, no longer able to push herself down and she brought her hips forward and cried out while ovular shapes began to pour out of her cock directly into the deepest portion of the gnoll. Heated and thick liquid helped the eggs slide in easily, the gnoll growing a pregnant and rounded stomach as more and more were added to the mix. Eventually, the gnoll's cunt tightened and gushed around her cock, the gnoll's voice crying out as that orgasm struck the huntress hard.

Finally, finally, finally she had herself a loving wife to call her own and the best part of it was that she would have a family to bring into this mountain. Previous attempts had failed because her magic had not been able to penetrate stubborn minds but now she had grown strong enough, now she had feasted on enough life to become something truly terrifying and more of her kind were going to come. Sighing happily and nearly drooling, she leaned down to peck the panting gnoll's nose while she curled the coils of her lower body around the gnoll to keep her nice and safe. For now, she would rest, but later she would hunt for her darling wife who never needed to hold up a bow every again.

Before the gnoll closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, her mouth parted in a sigh that made her shiver, "I love you Emela."

Emela smiled happily and leaned down to whisper to her ear, "And I love you too...My darling Scarra."