BawdyBooster

Fortune's Favor

After being guided to her tent by a belly-dancing lamia out on the plaza, Dylan had been persuaded to let Meredith offer a quick glimpse into his future. Amid the darkness of the tent and his cushiony seat upon a bed of her scales, that 'quick glimpse' had quickly spiraled out of control; Tarot Cards, Tea Leaves, Palm Readings. She even attempted to read his mind, but still, his future seemed clouded in darkness to the fortune-telling lamia. He was clearly in control of his own destiny!

If he was any wiser, he'd have been more suspicious. He'd have realized that, as she'd told him off all his fortunes, she was not-so-subtly hypnotizing him, for she had a different fate in store for him. Her hypnotic gaze pulsed into his very being, her spirals drowned his thoughts in a kaleidoscopic cascade of color.  Thick coils ensnared him in loops of scale and muscle, piled around him and ensnaring him to the spot as Meredith worked her magic over him.

As she broke from her vision, her tail approached, a crystal ball held within its scales.  "Gaze into the ball," she commanded, her words echoing in his mind, "The ball knows all."

“The ball… knows all…” Dylan repeated, his thoughts awash with Meredith’s colorful gaze.  Her coils squeezed tight around him and her hands clasped onto his head, holding him still until all his focus was upon the crystal ball.  His jaw hung slack, and a thin wisp of drool began to drip from his lips onto Meredith’s scales.  Meredith’s words echoed in his mind, stringing along his thoughts in a symphony of subliminal thought.  “The ball knows all.  The ball knows all.  The ball knows all.”

The fortune-teller lamia marveled at the sight of him so perfectly bound in her coils.  Perfectly bound to her desires.  A hungry desire stirred within her, burning with lust.   She couldn’t help but drool at the thought of him as her perfect pet.  "Yes, good boy... Gaze into the ball... Let your future be mine~"