To Love and to... Obey
"How did I get myself into this..." That was the question on the Siamese cat boy's mind since he'd agreed to get on that boat. Well, to be more specific, he eventually gave into his father's wishes and then got onto the boat. "It's for the good of our city." Lord Rin Cassir, his father, had told him countless times, "There are unstable times, my son. The Windseers to the west are warring with the Drakesire family, and there is talk of revolt in Dogan. A lot of assets are about to change hands, and for a tiny settlement like ours, that could be good or disastrous. We need to be preemptive about these things. I've told you this many times, Felle, my boy." Felle sighed. He knew his father meant well, for the city at least, but that didn't keep him from disliking this decision to ship him off to the other side of the known world. The younger feline stared out the window at the streets below. Streets that he'd likely never see again. Streets that he grew up on, made friends on, fought on, laughed on and cried on. Soon he'd be leaving them... leaving the city he'd become so accustomed to. "What do they have that they can offer us, father? They're still stuck in some... religious authority. They're one step off from savages!" "Now now son, you'd best put all thoughts like that from your mind before you even step foot on the boat." Rin said sternly as he paced back and forth, half-occupied with his son, half with other lordly things that had to be taken care of, "The serpents are far from savage." Felle was not convinced, "But they keep slaves! All legged species are considered as such when they walk across their borders!" "Astyria keeps slaves, yet we are friends with the Windseer family, are we not?" "The Windseers don't send slaving parties out when a scout reports a foreigner in their territory." The feline lord snapped a book shut, silencing his son, "Enough of this. The serpents of Ormrheim are incredibly powerful, Felle. They might hold certain values that we find disagreeable here, but as an independent entity, we were born with our backs against a wall... and we must fight tooth and nail for the little bit of good fortune that we have. Believe me when I say that you will be well cared for over there, and you need not worry about discrimination or harm. The High Priestess is excited to have her daughter marrying you." Felle sighed again and shook his head. He was never going to get out of this, it seemed. He turned back to his father, now a little more curious than anything, "I thought the serpents believed that their bloodline should remain pure. Serpents breeding with serpents and nothing else." "That used to be true, son." Rin smiled and began to rummage through his bookcase again, "But times change, you know? High Priestess Riella believes that genetic diversity can only strengthen both our people, so long as we are cautious about it." "Are we to be bred like cattle?" the boy gave his father a wry grin, his comment anything but humorous, though it did bring a laugh from his old man. "Of course not! Don't be ridiculous. Please just... try and make the best of this, alright son? It will be good for you to get out of this cramped little city. Eighteen years old, and still you've never even been outside the city walls. You have the freedom to escape it all now, son. That's special in and of itself... and something I've never had, nor will I ever." Rin gave Felle seven days to prepare for his trip. He said his goodbyes to both friends and family, and promised to at least try and visit when he could. Whether or not the chance would ever present itself was still in question, but he couldn't simply leave and tell them all that they'd never meet again. He was bad at farewells as it was, and that would have only made it more tearful. So now here he was, sitting in his quarters on his father's finest vessel, armed to the teeth to keep pirates and monsters away, and literally fit for a king. The boy had been surrounded by wealth since he was born, but never had he felt quite so... spoiled. Yet he was still uncomfortable. He still wasn't happy. Felle stood at the edge of the deck, hanging over the side and watching the waves break against the wooden hull of the vessel, "Why couldn't I have been a farmer? A scholar? Hell, a gods damned stable boy wouldn't have to do this..." He'd never even truly met the girl he was supposed to be marrying. Technically he had seen her before, when she and her mother, the High Priestess, came to Eastvale for the first and last time to negotiate the terms of the marriage. Felle was a child at the time, and so was his now-betrothed. She always sat next to her mother, completely silent, a veil hiding her face for the entirety of the visit. When Felle had asked why, his father told him that it was to both protect her from prying eyes, and to keep her from becoming overwhelmed by the sights that she would see. Young serpents, or lamiae as they preferred to be called, were very excitable, and the High Priestess didn't want her daughter to become distracted from the main issue. The older lamia was pretty in her own rights. Sure, her tribal garb stood out rather blatantly compared to the conservatively-dressed citizens of Eastvale, and she was a mother of several children, but she had aged extraordinarily well, catching a few amorous gazes from some of the bachelors in the city. At the very least, that promised a pretty daughter... or so Felle hoped, anyway. It was a three week voyage from Eastvale to Ormrheim's port city of Verheima, where the ship finally docked, and Felle was escorted to ground by the last free felines he would see for a long time. The Eastvale guards were relieved by two lamia escorts, large males holding finely-crafted spears, and returned to the vessel. It would be departing within a day or two after restocking. "Guess this is it." Felle said to himself, taking one final glance back at the boat, "No turning back. No going back." "Don't worry, leg walker." one of the guards said quietly as they walked him along a dirt road , a few servants joining in behind them to carry Felle's belongings, "You will find that Ormrheim is a pleasant place for all who come to live here. Besides, you're marrying the second most important woman in our society." "No pressure, right?" the feline half-joked, heaving a heavy sigh and taking in the exotic scenery. Eastvale was all brick walls and cobblestone streets. Virheima, so far, was mostly wooden and stone buildings, with little more than dirt roads as a guide into the city itself. They didn't linger in the port city for too long. Thankfully the lamiae had learned something from other settlements, namely in the ways of transportation. They had horse-drawn carriages just like Eastvale did. Perhaps the one thing the two cultures had in common. The feline prince and his escorts took a carriage northwest to Ormrheim's capital city of Munrheima, which seated the High Priestess, her husband the High Priest, their advisors, and their sons and daughters, including the one Felle was to marry. The trip took but a couple of hours, and they were soon before the city walls. The gates opened, and Felle had his first look at where he was to spend the rest of his days... and boy was he impressed. Munrheima was truly a sight to behold. The port city he'd arrived in was in no way an example of true serpentine architecture, with its simple stone and wood buildings. The structures here were simply dazzling, towering above them with finely-crafted stone walls and figures, cobblestone roads lined with lanterns pulsing with natural magic light, marketplaces lining the streets... all things that he could see back home, yet somehow strangely alien to him. For a species he perceived as savage, they sure were civilized. Perhaps even advanced. "This place is... amazing. Not at all what I'd expected." he found himself saying, hanging out the window of the carriage. "Did you think we lived in wooden hovels and hunched around campfires at night?" one of his escorts jokingly asked, chuckling when Felle's only response was the clearing of his throat, "We are a reclusive people by nature, so it's not surprising that you didn't know. Do keep an open mind, though. There are things you will see here that might make you look back at your uneducated views of us." "Open mind, huh..." Felle had momentarily forgotten that the two servants sitting in the back of the carriage with his belongings were slaves. A short-haired feline and a fox, to be precise. He wondered just how long they'd been here, and how horrible it must have been to live under such conditions. It was a general consensus in Eastvale that slavery was a damnable practice, as no man, woman or child should be stripped of their most basic of rights. Yet still his father had shipped him off to this place... "We're here." his escort said as the cart slowed to a stop, the driver hopping down from his seat to get the door for their royal guest. Felle now stood before the single most impressive building of them all. The other structures were amazing on their own, but this one spoke of a most loving, most devoted craftsmanship. Precious stones decorated its walls and guardian statues of winged serpents, stained glass took up its window spaces, and large steel doors protected the entryway to this most beautiful place. The whole thing shone like ivory, like a castle carved in the heavens themselves... and it was huge. It could have easily fit ten royal families within. His escort's hissing voice broke him from his gawking, "The Sanctum of Yggdrassil: Seat of the High Priestess, and your new home, Prince Felle." "I-I'm going to live in that huge place?" he couldn't believe it if he tried. "Of course. You would like to live alongside your betrothed, would you not?" "Well I..." Felle was lucky to not have to answer this question, as a loud, deep sound of a tribal horn blowing signaled the arrival of the High Priestess. Several lamiae slithered out from the huge ivory sanctum, a very familiar female in the center. It was her... the High Priestess he'd seen all those years ago. On her left was a large male lamia, undoubtedly the High Priest, and to the right was a younger-looking lamia female with a veil over her face. Felle knew immediately that he was about to meet his fiancé... right then and there. His heart thundered in his chest. Would she be nice? Demanding? Controlling? An all-around pain? He'd never spoken to this girl, and now he was expected to marry her! He froze up, not noticing that his escorts had bowed their heads in respect. "Make way for High Priestess Riella!" a voice from the back said, bringing Felle back to the here and now. He bowed his head just like the others, not wanting to be rude, despite his displeasure at being there. The mature lamia woman waved her hands dismissively to relieve her subjects, leaving the side of her husband and daughter to approach her feline guest. She gave him the once-over and smiled, nodding approvingly and speaking to him for the very first time, "Welcome to Ormrheim, Prince Felle. It is so good to finally have you here." Felle tried his best not to freeze up. His childhood memories of this woman were just that: childhood memories. He saw them from the mindset of a child, and thought very little of her appearance back then. Now he was a man, and that pretty old snake woman was suddenly a beautiful priestess. His little experience with women showed, and despite his desire to be polite, he found himself stuttering, "Th-Thank you, High Priestess... I-It's an honor to b-be here." There was a giggling sound from behind the intimidating woman, which Felle tried to ignore. Riella chuckled a little herself and placed two strong yet delicate hands upon the feline's shoulders, "I understand that you might be nervous here. No doubt, you've heard stories and rumors of our civilization. Many are true, yet some are false or exaggerated. Let me assure you, as the leader of these fine people before you, that you will be treated with the respect that I give to my very own children." "You're too kind, Milady..." "Nonsense. I would hardly be fit to command this nation if I couldn't even keep my daughter's husband happy." she gave him a little grin, but it wasn't a normal grin. It was so... refined. Royal, regal, showing the utmost confidence in her words. She truly meant every syllable. Felle had rarely met anyone in his life who was so sure of themselves, and he was just a little intimidated. "Now then." Riella said briefly, giving a motion with her hand. Her husband and daughter joined her sides again, and the serpentine priestess continued, "Ruling beside me is High Priest Amund. He is second to the top in authority in all of Ormrheim. I'm the first, in case you were wondering." "N-No, I kind of got that." Felle said sheepishly, turning to the High Priest and bowing his head, "It's an honor, Milord." "Likewise." the priest's expression never seemed to change, despite what would typically be a pleased statement, "I do hope you've enjoyed your stay so far. Things can be a little hectic for newcomers, but you'll become accustomed in no time." Well, at least he was stoic, Felle told himself. The last thing he wanted was a rough and strict father to have to worry about. It was bad enough that he didn't get to choose who he married. "Now I think you've both waited long enough, young prince. Syn?" Riella smiled and turned to her daughter, motioning forward and at the same time backing off a little. Syn slithered forward, powerful muscles in her beautiful scaly tail pulling her effortlessly along the smooth ground below. Little hands moved up to gingerly lift the veil away from her face. Her eyes, closed the whole time, opened to reveal her dazzling aqua gems with slitted pupils, raven tresses of hair stopping just before her eyes. She was simply gorgeous. "Syn... Felle... please do try and get along." Riella said with a happy smile, taking her husband's hand as she observed the united couple. Felle was at a loss for words. Usually arranged marriages are only held because the child was born ugly with no chance of marrying! Or at least, that's how the stories always went... but he was quickly learning that many of the stories were indeed wrong, and that he'd been expecting something entirely fabricated. Syn's hand suddenly moved toward him, stopping just before his chest. The girl's cheeks were the faintest shade of claret, her head turned away just slightly. She was... blushing! Felle did the one thing he'd been taught to do: He gently took her hand and leaned down, placing a tiny kiss on the back of it, "I-It's good to finally meet you, Madame." "As it is to meet you, Prince Felle. You're every bit as handsome as Mother said, and then some..." Syn giggled softly, the sound of tiny bells ringing in unison to produce the prettiest little jingle. How could she possibly be so cute? The manipulating and devious serpents he'd read about were actually just like normal people. Normal people with... long tails instead of legs. Still, their mannerisms were so polite and far from savage that Felle began to wonder if any of the old stories had any merit to them. "Prince Felle, I will have our servants take your belongings inside." the High Priestess said softly, so happy to see her daughter and soon-to-be-son-in-law united at long last, "You should go and rest, my dear. You must be tired after such a long journey. Syn will show you to your room." "Oh, thank you Milady. I think I may take up that offer." he bowed respectfully to the two older lamiae and followed beside Syn as she led him along to the temple. The huge doors only got larger as they approached, never seeming to close. The reason quickly became apparent as they stepped (or slithered in Syn's case) inside: This was a public building. Worshipers of Yggdrassil prayed and gave offerings to the World Tree, performing ritual dances as spheres and ribbons of natural energy flowed around the central altar. The whole experience felt very mythical and exotic. "The ground floor is public." Syn said, taking Felle's hand in hers, "The upper floors belong to our family. Come, my love." That was enough to bring the redness back into his cheeks. They'd only just met and she was already giving him pet names... Sure, she was a lovely lamia, and certainly quite nice so far, but he wasn't exactly... in love with her. He would just have to get used to it, he supposed. He was getting married whether he liked it or not. He was led up an upward path (lamiae saw little need for stairs) and down a long hallway, lined with various rooms. Some were bedrooms, others simply storage closets, and others had guards posted outside, suggesting perhaps a treasury or other sort of valuable stored behind the doors. Syn stopped at the very last door at the end of the hall, turning to her future husband with a smile, "You will be staying here. I hope you find it comfortable, and if not, please feel free to make a suggestion on how we might improve it. I want my prince to feel at home here." The door was opened, and Felle took a look inside. It was... quite extravagant, to say the least. It wasn't quite like what he'd seen back in Eastvale, but the lamiae certainly had a good aesthetic sense. The room had a fine wooden interior, nicely lit by windows during the day and those magical lanterns at night. Thin violet curtains on the windows with matching sheets covering the bedspread gave the room a royal feel. The bed itself was finely-carved wood with a decorative headboard. "Certainly reminds me of home, that's for sure." the feline prince said with a smile, bowing gratefully to Syn, "Thank you, Madame... I appreciate you showing me the way." Syn's finger pressed against his lips, quieting him, "Please, my prince... don't call me 'Madame'. Just Syn is fine. You aren't a subject or a slave here. You are family... and you and I in particular should become very familiar with one another." Felle's cheeks burned red again. Was she grinning under that kind smile? He couldn't tell. If it was a grin, she was hiding it pretty well. He nodded to her and cleared his throat, "Very well... Syn. I um... I should probably get some rest then." "Of course." her forked tongue flicked out, just barely missing his lips as she leaned in close, "Please... just one kiss before we're parted again?" She already wanted a kiss... Felle wasn't surprised, though. She was very forward, it seemed. He decided to satisfy her desire this time. What harm was there in a kiss? He closed his eyes and rested his hands on her hips, purring softly as their lips met and locked. Syn hissed in pleasure as they kissed, her arms slipping around her prince's waist. Yes, she liked how this deal had turned out. She held him in the kiss for a long moment before pulling away. Her forked tongue slid out again, savoring his taste, the lamia taking in a deep breath and letting it out in a slow, pleased sigh, "Very good..." "G-Glad you think so." Felle was beet-red at this point, and nothing he could do would be able to help that. She was kind, beautiful and a good kisser. On top of that, she knew how to get what she wanted. He wasn't sure what to think of that last bit. "Now then, my prince." Syn guided him inside and saw him to the bed, his belongings piled next to it, "I will leave you to your rest for now. Make yourself comfortable. Oh, and... welcome to the family." Felle watched her slither out of the room, his heart skipping a beat as she smiled back at him before closing the door, her serpentine tongue tracing her lips just barely. It could have been just a normal, idle little licking of the lips... or it could have meant that she was longing for more kisses. "Something about her... is just so strange. It's like she's holding back or something... I don't know." Felle got undressed and put his night clothes on, sprawling out on the bed and letting out a soft sigh. The room was comfortable, so he couldn't complain about that. Being so far away from home wasn't so bad thus far, all things considered. The tribal music coming from the rituals downstairs was soothing rather than bothersome. Maybe he could get used to this lifestyle after all. He decided to sleep on it. He'd had a long day, and it was nice to fall asleep in a bed that wasn't swaying in the rough ocean waves.
Syn smiled as she slithered down the hallway back to where her parents held council. She was indeed satisfied with her prince. The handsome feline was absolutely perfect for her in every way. His body, his mannerisms, the way he blushed at every little affectionate gesture... and how apparently weak his mind was. Her smile twisted into a grin as thoughts of their married life flowed through her mind. She would teach Felle the matriarchal rule of Ormrheim personally. The young lamia's outward appearance of being timid and shy masked a growing desire within her to become more demanding and forward with her wants and needs. All lamiae went through this phase at around her age, though it was mainly the females who became the dominant partners in relationships. This occurred for many reasons, the main being the issue of childbirth. Women were considered to be the closest to Yggdrassil due to their ability to bring forth life, and thus were entrusted as the World Tree's primary guardians. The focus around female importance in the hosting and creation of life suggested to the lamiae that Yggdrassil itself had a feminine spirit, and as this belief solidified, so did the matriarchal society of Ormrheim as a whole. Syn was a prime example of a maturing dominant lamia. She'd started out with the same innocence one might expect from a human girl, but as she grew older and the societal roles of her people added up in her mind, something clicked within her, as if it were some kind of genetic predisposition that she would join her fellow females in the dominance over all things male in Ormrheim. She had been holding herself back for the moment her betrothed arrived, and now felt no need to hide her true demeanor any longer. Her parents had expected it for quite some time, so she had nothing to worry about on that end. The only thing left to do was wait until her prince was vulnerable... and snatch him up within her coils. Then she would make him her perfect, obedient husband. "How is your prince acclimatizing?" her mother asked as she joined them, watching the priestesses of Yggdrassil perform dazzling rituals and material sacrifices to their World Tree. "Well enough." Syn replied, that grin still decorating her perfect face, "I plan to claim him tonight, while he is still weary from travel." "So soon? You are far more eager than I had thought. Perhaps we waited too long to bring him here." "I never could have known, and neither could you, mother. Please don't second-guess yourself." Syn smiled and hugged her mother, "What an honor it is. The embodiment of Yggdrassil's roots spreading outward in peace to the rest of the world." "It is a small step." Amund commented quietly, having busied himself with tending to his wife's scales, polishing them lovingly with a fine silk cloth and a mix of herbs that gave them a glamorous shine, "But all trees start as seeds." Syn nodded, leaning back in a tall chair that sat next to her mother's own seat, "Will he resist?" "That is a question you ought to be able to answer, dear." her mother replied. "I suppose... but what do you think?" The High Priestess shrugged her bare shoulders and smiled, "He seemed quite impressionable. He might not be a child anymore, but he is still awe-struck by our society and its beauty... and by your own. In spite of that, though, I sense a fire within his soul that burns brightly with defiance. If I were to guess, I'd say that he will... but not for long."
Felle stirred in his sleep as he felt something shift the weight in the bed. At first he thought he was imagining things, but then it happened again... and again. He opened a sleepy eye and squinted in the darkness, seeing a vague feminine outline sitting beside him, "Mmh... who's that?" "Just me, dear." Syn's silky voice came flowing into his ears, carrying with it a seductive undertone he hadn't heard from her until now. The kind of smooth sexiness that made him shiver. "What... Um, is this really proper, for us to be in the same bed before we're married?" Syn giggled softly and leaned in closer to the nervous feline, flicking her tongue over his sensitive ear and bringing about another shiver, "This is my room too, silly. Did I leave that little detail out?" "But I--" he was silenced by a finger pressed to his lips. The thought had escaped him up until now... but the room did smell a little girly, come to think of it. Now that he'd gotten a good hint of her scent, he was beginning to recognize it all around the room. Yes, this was her room, alright. She'd meant to sleep with him the whole time. Syn hushed him gently and wrapped her arms around his neck, her powerful coils beginning to slip around his body as she inched herself forward, "It's alright. It's normal to do this here. Just let me take care of you, my prince." "S-Syn, I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with this." Felle protested, shaking his head and squirming against her encroaching coils. He was quite uncomfortable with how close she was getting, considering how short of a time they'd taken to become acquainted. Did lamiae really jump into the sack this quickly? He wasn't about to find out. The feline tried to push her away, gently of course, but firmly enough so that she'd get the message, "Please Syn, I'm tired from my travels, and I barely know you..." "Oh my love, you need only to... relax." she let the last word draw out very slowly at the end, making the flustered feline shiver once more. Syn's winding coils continued to ensnare him, and she was getting more assertive by the moment. Her chest pressed up against his, and Felle felt the softness of her breasts for the first time. The thin silk that covered them did little to keep her perky nipples from pressing against Felle's lightly toned chest. "P-Please, Syn." he whimpered, trying not to become aroused from her advances. He may have been in a far different land now, but he still held onto the values taught to him by his parents in Eastvale. Even though he might be enjoying this... "Shhh." she hushed him once again, kissing his lips and letting her tongue flick across them as she pulled back, "Don't resist, my love. Just embrace the things I can offer you." Felle gasped when he felt her hand move into his lap and between his legs. Deft fingers began to stroke and knead at the bulge forming in his pants, bringing unwilling moans from his lips. His body was screaming for him to give in and accept her offer, while the decent part of his mind urged him to resist. It was agonizing, trying to choose between one or the other. Eventually, he simply couldn't resist anymore. He rested his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her, but was stopped momentarily by a soft "ah, ah, ah". "I get to be in control, my prince." Syn said with a grin, pushing him down onto his back and settling in on top of him, "What did you think we were going to do tonight?" "U-Um... make... love?" "Yes, but who would be on top?" "Well..." "Certainly not you, my little kitten." she hissed, leaning in close and nibbling his lip, her deep aqua eyes seeming to glow in the dim light, "And it's not going to be for one night, Felle. No one night stands where you'll awkwardly slip away the next morning, or try and pass the night off as 'giving into your instincts'. No, my love... Tonight is the night we solidify your devotion to me." "Solidify... what?" Felle wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, and had little time to ask. Soon he was staring into two brightly-glowing pools of light, emanating from deep within her eyes. It was a most peculiar light... and yet it was very attractive. Magnetic, almost, like the dancing of a will o' wisp. Syn smiled and hissed softly, focusing on her prince's eyes and rubbing her breasts against his chest, reveling in his bashful whimpers, "You will be my perfect husband, Felle. You will become what all males in the world should aspire to: Submissive, obedient, faithful and worshiping of your wife." "B-But I..." Felle was finding it quite hard to think. What was it about that deep blue-green light that was fogging up his mind so badly? He made a vague connection in his mind between moths and flames, but even that seemed foreign and hazy as he continued to stare, helpless before the strange light. "No 'buts'." Syn responded with loving sternness, "You will never be a slave, Felle, but you will obey me." Felle's mind might have been fogged up and swimming in that pretty blue light, but he still had enough willpower to try and resist her. He managed to recall something about this that he'd read in his father's library. What had it said, though? The words were blurred and distorted in his mind. "H... Hypnosis..?" he mouthed the one word that he could recall, and it suddenly made sense to him. Lamiae were powerful beings that could subvert the wills of lesser minds and make them into obedient slaves. It was no wonder the servants he'd seen bore no whip marks or any other sign of physical abuse. They weren't beaten into submission. They were simply made to want to submit. Syn giggled softly and kissed his lips, "So you are aware of it. Our power, that is. The power over weaker creatures such as yourself. If you are aware, then you must know you are fighting a losing battle for your mind, my love. Only the strongest of wills are able to resist even a moderately-skilled lamia hypnotist, and you aren't even close to having a moderate will in that foggy head of yours." She was right, of course, but Felle didn't want to admit that. He couldn't, for if he conceded that fact to her, he would surely lose this fight. If he could just tear his gaze away, he could have a fighting chance... "You... don't have to hypnotize me to get me to... marry you." the feline struggled to find words, but they came eventually. He could still form coherent statements, and that thought gave him comfort for now. "No, of course I don't." Syn grinned and began to slide her captive's pants down, "But you don't seem to realize something, dear. Lamiae lust for control. We crave it. Need it, almost. The females experience this far more than males, and thus our society reveres women as the dominant partner in marriage. All males in Ormrheim learn this fact eventually, and many learn it through hypnosis. Just as you are about to..." Before he could protest again, her hands were upon him. One dipped down between his legs, fondling his balls and his cock, stroking and rubbing and teasing gently, the lamia giggling seductively as he squirmed and moaned. Her eyes continued to glow and shine, never leaving his, mesmerizing him thoroughly and whittling away at his resistance. "Now I wonder what'll happen if I do... this?" she gave his cock a firm squeeze, making him twitch and moan out loudly, his eyes glazing over for a brief moment before regaining their luster. Syn smirked and squeezed again, this time holding that pressure and slowly stroking him. "A-Ahhh..!" Felle was helpless, trapped in her coils and her gaze. He could only lay there and be subject to whatever wonderful things she wished to bring upon him. The firm stroking was too much for him to handle in that half-hypnotized state, and it was quickly draining his resistance away. He figured he'd try one last time to reason with her, "P-Please... Syn... I can be obedient without... this..!" "You still don't understand, do you?" she giggled and leaned in so that their lips were just about touching, her eyes taking up his entire world, "I'm not doing this because I think you won't submit. I'm doing it because I crave control. Absolute. Control." Her continued teasing, added to the proximity and intensity of her eyes, was far too much. Felle's mind blanked out, his eyes glazed over. The feline prince had lost the battle for his mind. It wasn't the end of the evening, though. Not by a long shot. "Listen to my voice, my love." Syn commanded, her eyes still glowing, still piercing into his mind, "You are deeply entranced, I can see... but you are not fully mine yet." "I am yours... Syn..." Felle murmured, enamored by her gaze and her words, and yet despite his voiced submission, what she said was true: He hadn't fully submitted himself yet. He could easily awaken later, unaffected. "Oh, I know, my sexy kitten." she hissed against his lips, "But I want all of you. Not an inch will belong to any other." Her coils began to shift around him, wrapping tightly around his body, rubbing his hardened shaft as they slithered upward, making the poor, hypnotized feline moan and pant with desire. Try as he might, he couldn't will his body to move, to grind against her coils and pleasure himself with them. "I am going to make love to you." Syn breathed against his ear, flicking her tongue against it and letting her words drip like the sweetest venom into his pleasure-addled mind, "And at the peak of our pleasure, you will voice your subservience to me. Not as a slave, but as my obedient husband." "Yes..." the enthralled prince could say little more, smiling faintly and gazing up into her deep aqua eyes. "Good." she rewarded him with a kiss, her coils stopping just as they reached his neck, squeezing firmly and bringing about another moan. She grinned as her sex aligned with his needy member and began to rub and grind against it, the lamia shivering slightly and panting against her prince's lips, "Now lay beneath your wife and experience bliss everlasting." Felle could not think of any non-serpentine equivalent for what he felt as her strange, exotic sex engulfed his cock. He'd only ever laid in bed with a woman a couple times in his life, but they were nothing like this. Her sex wasn't where it would be on a typical, bipedal creature. Instead it was about midway down her coils, and oh gods could it squeeze. His cries of pleasure could surely be heard all throughout the top floor, but he didn't care. He couldn't care. He was far too lost in this amazing pleasure to care about anything outside their room. Syn was in much the same mindset as her prince, sans the mindlessly-hypnotized bit. Unlike Felle, she had no sexual experience. All she had to go on was instinct, and it was more than enough. She clung to her man, squeezing him with her coils, panting against his lips and moaning with each squeeze that pushed his shaft in further, "Ssssuch a good boy..." She took his head in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes, glowing with their hypnotic power once more, "You are mine. My husband, my prince, my lover... You will share this pleasure with no one." "No... one..!" he moaned out what little bit of a response he could muster. His mouth was far too busy voicing his pleasure to do much actual speaking, but somehow he managed to get his point across, "Your husband!" Syn half-moaned, half-growled, kissing him aggressively, almost hungrily and intensifying the erotic squeezing that could put the best bipedal girl's most talented moves to shame. Her fingers combed through his fur wherever her coils didn't cover, grabbing and tugging at him possessively. Having him inside of her like this was simply amazing, and she wanted more... more... more of him. She pressed her breasts against his face, smothering him with them, making him breathe in her scent, "Bask in my essence. Bask in me!" she cried out in pleasure as she gave a particularly good squeeze, "F-Felle... you're my first time. I don't know how much longer I can..!" Her squeezing sex became tighter every moment, much to the delight of the feline on the receiving end of such an intense lovemaking. He simply couldn't moan loud enough to give voice to his ecstasy. He could just barely buck his hips while trapped in the cocoon of coils she'd ensnared him with, only helping to tease rather than add to his building orgasm. He was truly at her mercy in every sense. His orgasm would come when she would allow it. There was no semblance of free will within the feline's gaze now, having all been sapped away by Syn's hypnotic influence and seduction. All of his thoughts were of obedience to her now. He would be her completely submissive, obedient husband before long. "F-Felle..!" Syn started again, bucking against him, despite it being her lower, serpentine sex that was doing the lovemaking this time, "I'm... going to...!" The lamia's sex clenched around Felle's cock, sending him into a whole new world of sensation. It squeezed and almost sucked in its motions, massaging around him like nothing he had ever felt before. The sounds of Syn's ecstatic, orgasmic cries sent pleasurable shivers down his spine, and he suddenly realized that he needed to cum, too. Not a moment later, he realized that he couldn't cum. He tried so hard, but his body always stopped just short of release. He let out a frustrated groan and tried to buck harder against her, but he couldn't move with her coils squeezing down on him. It took Syn a moment to realize just what that groan had been for, and she grinned down at him in pleasured realization once she figured it out. She was still mostly lost in an orgasmic haze, her movements clumsy and twitchy. Still, she managed to reach for his ears and caress them, flooding his vision with her hypnosis once more, "When you cum, you will sign your will over to me, Felle. You will obey me, now and forever, as my husband, my lover... my prince. None shall ever compete for your devotion." "Y-Yes...!" Felle was so desperate to cum, and he was willing to accept any terms to be allowed to release, "I will obey... forever... Nnnn so close...!" "Tell me you love me, and I will let you cum." Three powerful and meaningful words. Would he say it? Could he? Did he even mean it? These questions meant little now. He was far too needy to even consider the consequences of handing his mind and will over to his fiancé. With one last pleading whimper, the Siamese prince moaned out the phrase, "I love you..!" Syn took a long moment to really let the words sink in, hissing softly in delight and watching him squirm for just another second or two, and then... "Cum!" And he did. Felle's orgasm was explosive. Hot, sticky seed flooded his lover's sex, his cock spasming over and over again as he gave her load after load of his cum, crying out in an ecstasy unrivaled by any other he had ever felt. He came for a good thirty seconds before finally slumping into her coils, panting and gasping for breath, his eyes glazed and empty. Now there was no doubt. He would marry Syn, and he would love, cherish and obey her for so long as he lived. Under her hypnotic control, Felle would begin his new life in Ormrheim.
Rows of lamiae gathered to watch the ceremony. Felle and Syn stood at the altar of Yggdrassil, where they would stand in the spiritual presence of the World Tree and receive judgment of their marriage. High Priestess Riella stood behind the alter, eyes glowing a deep emerald color as she communed with the spirit of Yggdrassil. The couple, feline and serpent, stood on either side of the altar, gazing lovingly at one another, awaiting judgment. Would the World Tree accept their unison, or would she frown upon it as an abomination? Riella's eyes faded to their natural coloration, and she backed away from the altar. There was a long pause, and a stillness crept its way into the air. The altar pulsed, and the magical energies in the room gathered above it in a wonderful display of lights and images. The image depicted was that of a seed, slowly growing into a large tree. It grew and grew until the image itself was nearly as tall as a very old oak, and then vanished in a brilliant flash, raining warm particles of energy upon the crowd, whose cheers and praises were all that Felle needed to hear to understand the World Tree's decision. "In the name of our great motherly guardian, Yggdrassil," Riella said, guiding Felle and Syn together, "I hereby unite these two souls in the unyielding chain of marriage! Let no temptation, no corruption lead either soul astray, for each protects the other forevermore!" Syn's cheeks were as bright red as could be, and Felle's probably were as well, though it was less obvious under the fur. With great pleasure, the couple kissed, and the celebrations began for the marriage between a serpentine priestess and a feline noble from afar. Felle reflected upon his initial reluctance to even step foot aboard the ship to Ormrheim, and saw just how foolish he had been. For nothing pleased the prince greater than to love and obey his lamia wife. The future looked bright for this young, loving couple. Bright, with a chance of kinky.