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It had only been minutes since Ciera and Chester had been left alone with Leila, and their anxiety about the situation was only growing. The lamia seemed perfectly at ease, commanding her companions, or perhaps slaves, to start setting up a more comfortable camp. The way she directed and instructed them was almost friendly, with the barest hint of possessiveness lying underneath it all.

She was, pointedly, ignoring Ciera and Chester. The two of them had been told simply to wait just outside the little "camp" that was really more of a clearing with a few large rocks in it, and then been left to their own devices. It had been almost fifteen minutes of busyness so far, with the three servants of the lamia carefully erecting tents, starting a meal, and setting up an almost comfortable assortment of furniture.

Chester, in that time, had been practically stewing in outrage. Her new, unfamiliar muzzle was locked in a grimace that shifted into a sneer any time she glanced in the direction of Leila. She spent a bit of the time examining the changes to her form, but each time she did she only grew more upset, frequently having to adjust her now ill-fitting clothing. Worse still, she occasionally tried to shift her form, to turn back into a human shape, but each time she made the attempt she felt like she was swimming upriver, pushing against a tidal wave of magic. She realized that, for the time being, she was stuck like this.

She did look over and glance at Ciera, as the lamia's companions were almost done making camp, and noticed that she looked quite uncomfortable. Her cheeks were red, which Chester assumed was simply due to the embarrassment of this...situation (one positive of this new form, it was difficult to tell when she was blushing...), but then remembered what the lamia had done to Ciera, the condition that had been placed on her.

"Ciera...are you okay? I guess the sun is starting to set, this is about the same time yesterday that you-"

"Just, don't worry about it, okay! I'm...I'm fine. We all have things to deal with, we'll...we'll figure it out. Karla has already, er, helped me with this before. Not that she really asked. Once we're back together I'll just...have her help. It's just one day. Percival did mention that my _condition_could get worse if I don't milk myself, but one day shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"But, Ciera...she may not give you a choice. Regardless, just know that we're still a team here. We _will_get revenge on her, we just need to suffer through this and regroup. We do whatever we have to do to appease her. If she decides to mess around with our heads..."

She left that last thread of thought hanging. They both knew Vivian was good at what she did, especially Ciera (even if she had lost a bit of trust in her), but there was only so much she could do to _undo_whatever the lamia did. They would need to be careful.

Leila slithered over towards them after the camp was prepared, just under a half hour after they had been separated from their companions. The layout sent a pretty clear message, there were three medium tents just at the edge of the clearing, and fairly close to the fire there was a much larger tent, one that looked more suited to luxury than rugged camping.

"Can you guessssss where the two of you will be sssspending the night?" the lamia hissed at them, giving them an almost teasing grin.

"On the ground by the looks of it..." Chester snidely replied.

"What? Oh, no my petssss...you will be sharing my tent! You are guestsss of honor! Although, I will ask that you call me _Mistress_while you are enjoying my...hosssspitality..."

"Whatever you say, Mistress." Chester said, in a mocking tone.

"You would do well to remember who issss in charge here, puppy. And you, little cow over there, you seem uncomfortable. Is there a reason?"

"N-no, Lei-, I mean, Mistress..."

"Why, I feel like you are deceiving me! I would not abuse my trusssst...after all, you are at my command. Now, I am ordering you to tell me the truth. What isssss wrong?"

"I n-need to be milked..." Ciera blurted out, blushing heavily as she did.

"Ah, that issss an easy enough problem to fix. In fact, I had Eliza conjure up a bucket expresssssly for this purpose. Why don't we head into my tent?"

Ciera's eyes went wide at the word bucket, but knew better than to say anything further. Both her and Chester followed Leila back into her tent, the others at camp having already retreated into theirs.

It was almost certainly bigger on the inside than on the outside, a common trick of wealthy nobles with access to powerful mages. Most_real_ mages considered it a waste of magic, purely a luxury, but for that exact reason it was frequently a status symbol to have artificially expanded tents and other such travel accommodations. The inside was the size of a large bedroom, with large, soft pillows placed on the floor and a central fire that occasionally flickered green and purple.

"Welcome, I do hope you enjoy your sssstay...Eliza is a skilled mage, and wassss quite happy to set thissss little space up for me. She would be quite dangeroussss...if she wasn't so enamored with me," Leila said, giving a wide, fanged grin.

"It...it's quite nice..." Ciera said, hoping that being polite might keep the lamia from being too cruel.

"And here I was thinking that a lamia would really just want a rock to sun themselves on..." Chester said, lacking Ciera's subtlety.

Leila looked at both of them, her grin only getting wider as she stared at them for slightly longer than either of them were comfortable with. "Well, you may be sssssurprised to know, puppy, that most lamias have a taste for the finer thingssss...and you sssshould pay attention to your companion's deference to me. You are at my whim, pet."

Chester looked down, avoiding Leila's gaze, and trying not to sneer or grimace at her like she wanted to. Chester had lived her life so far by making sure everyone thought it was a bad idea to cross her, and now that she had to bite her tongue and play at being subservient, she didn't really have the skillset for it. She knew other shifters who specialized in 'acting,' being whoever they needed to be. There was a reason Chester was a scout, and not a spy.

"That'ssss a little better. Now, we need to deal with my little cow's problem, yesss? Of courssse...I do not want to ssssully my hands with milk, so puppy, you will need to help her...empty hersssself."

Chester eyes shot back up, staring down the lamia with an angry look as she said this. "What? N-no, I couldn't. Get one of your other servants to-"

"Puppy..." Leila said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice, "If you're sssso worried...I could make you want to do it. I could make you enjoy it! Isssss that what you want? Pleassse...jusssst say the word..."

Chester steeled herself, her concentration still shot from the strangeness of her new body, as she tried to get back in control of herself and the situation. "No. I'll do it..." she said, pausing slightly for a moment, before continuing through clenched teeth, "Thank you for offering to help."

"Much better mannersss, puppy. Well, the bucket is over there. Get sssstarted, pets."

Chester walked over and grabbed the bucket, before turning around and motioning towards Ciera to get ready. There were a few small benches set up inside the room, which Chester moved around and positioned. She noticed that Ciera was giving her a weird look, and said "Look, we're not gonna make this...intimate. Let's just get it over with. You kneel, lay yourself over the bench, and I'll milk you as quickly as I can. I spent a few summers working on a farm when I was young, so, hopefully that experience transfers over..."

Ciera blushed, replying "I, I just haven't ever...I mean, I only started lactating a few days ago, this is just...very weird for me. I guess the whole thing is weird to me, but, I don't really know what being milked feels like..."

"For you?" Leila interjected as she eased herself onto a large cushion nearby, "It will feel divine. I've had cow girl sssservants before, and they have ssssaid that the experience issss...intoxicating. I will be interesssted to hear your opinionsss...afterward."

Chester gave Leila a look, trying not to let the glance seem too malicious, but then tried to ignore her as best she could. She mulled over her words though, as she got Ciera into position, and then her heart nearly leaped into her throat as a thought crossed her mind. If cowgirls have instincts that affect them that strongly...do I now?

Ciera finally got comfortable, and pulled her shirt and bra off. They were both soaked, with some cloth having been stuffed in to soak up some of the excess.

"Well, my little cow, you know it isssss unusual to leak ssso much, yesss? You are not taking care of yourssself very well..."

Ciera blushed at Leila's comments, but tried not to acknowledge her. Chester positioned herself just underneath Ciera, a bit awkwardly, and tried to get into a comfortable position. She felt very unprepared to do this, but that was part of the point, she realized. Leila was trying to make them squirm, was _hoping_that it would be awkward and difficult. Well, Chester wasn't going to give her what she wanted, she was going to do this as quickly and efficiently as possible and without giving her the satisfaction of seeing her fumble around.

She reached towards Ciera's breasts, now hanging over the bucket, and without giving much warning she began to milk Ciera. For Chester's part, while she was unskilled, she at the very least had some vague memories of how to properly milk a cow, but as she got started she realized they weren't going to help all that much. For one, Ciera's breasts didn't have nipples big enough to really tug and milk, so Chester quickly found herself having to massage and grab more of her breasts to milk her.

Ciera, on the other hand, was also trying not to give Leila the satisfaction of being humiliated. She had tried to prepare herself, mentally, for what she was about to feel. After all, Karla had drank some of her milk directly a few days ago, and it had felt good but she had also been under the effects of an aphrodisiac...so surely it wasn't going to be anything too different. Of course, since then, she had been made into a half-blooded cow beastman, and it was said cowgirls did take to milking differently than your average person...

And, it was around that time that Chester had started. She had not been prepared. The first touch, the first bit of milk squirted into the bucket, threw her thoughts into utter disarray. It felt amazing, beyond amazing, it felt fulfilling. It wasn't a huge electrifying bolt of pleasure, it was a soft, radiating warmth and comfort that wrapped around her mind like a blanket. Her face relaxed, her eyes very nearly crossed, her eyelids fluttering slightly. The whole world was gone now, all there was was the sensation of hands on her breasts, completing her. She had milked herself before, and it had felt...different, since she had been changed. Pleasurable. She had never had an orgasm milking herself before the change, but after it had become fairly consistent. This was an entirely different level of pleasure though, something more fundamental. It was like satisfying an addiction she didn't know she had.

She let out a soft moan, her body too relaxed and her mind too far gone into the pleasure to even take notice, until the hands on her breasts stopped for a moment, and she turned her head to look at Chester to see what was wrong.

"Ciera...did you just moo?" she asked, giving her a worried look.

"W-What? No, of course, I mean, I don't think so...But, er, why did you stop?"

"Ciera, keep it together. Please don't make this any worse than it needs to be..."

Ciera nodded, but right at that moment she would have said anything she thought would get Chester to continue. And when she did, those pleasurable sparks in her mind came right back, soothing and comforting her. No need to worry, no need to concern herself with what was happening around her. This was what she was here for, all that mattered was this exact moment. Each tug was ecstasy, and she felt her body building up to something, an orgasm that she could feel was going to be different. Slower, more complete, more intoxicating. When it hit her, she moaned again, this time loud and without holding back at all. She let herself be carried away by the pleasure, giving into it...until it stopped again, abruptly. All that pleasure, gone, right as she was at the height of it...

She turned around to give Chester and angry look, before seeing the concern on Chester's face.

"Ciera...that was definitely a moo. A loud one. It was, uh, very clear."

"I...look, I can't help it, okay. Just keep going!"

"Are you sure this is okay? You look really out of it."

"Lissssten to her, puppy. I order you to finish thisss, no more interruptionsss. Jusssst look at how you're edging the poor girl!" the lamia said, laughing as she finished speaking.

Chester chafed at being called a puppy, the term really starting to get on her nerves, but she could feel that the order she gave was absolute. The magic of the Tournament was forcing them to comply with their agreement to do as the lamia asked, and so she felt compelled to do so, whether she wanted to or not.

And so the milking continued. Ciera was almost grateful to the lamia, her thoughts too clouded to care about the teasing comment. If anything, she realized it was true, Chester had, entirely by accident, kept her_right_ on the edge. Her body was still buzzing in pleasure as it all started again.

This time there was no holding back. She mooed without a thought or care, repeatedly, almost proudly, her body giving into the feeling without remorse. Throughout it all, Chester never stopped. The continued sensations enhanced everything, the pleasure lasting far longer than Ciera felt it should, and unusually for her, instead of her muscles tensing and twitching with the pleasure...she felt very relaxed. Each wave of pleasure seemed to calm and sedate her, like scratching an itch she didn't know she had. By the time the milking was finished, Ciera had no idea how much time had passed at all.

Chester did come around after finishing to look at her, giving her a quizzical look as she did.

"Ciera...what the hell. You have the dopiest look I've ever seen on your face. You were mooing like an actual cow back there. You understand that this is why I had a problem with Karla right? With beast races? It's these kinds of problems that-"

"Pet, you forget yoursssself. You are now a part of those 'beast races.' Ssssure, Ciera has gotten in touch with hersssself a bit better, but she is not any different than she once wassss, I am sure. Besssides, am I not alsssso someone that would fall into that category? You inssssult me puppy. Perhapssss I should teach you the power and benefitsss of instinct."

"N-no! I'm sorry, this is all new to me, I just...Look, it's true, isn't it? Instincts are-"

"Puppy, everyone has inssstincts. Humansss, beastsss, shiftersss...You can resssist them, or embrace them, as you pleassse...It can be difficult, of course, but when we witnesssss someone compelled to act in accordance to their nature, do we inssssult and deride them? Or do we accept them, essspecially when they do no harm to usss?"

"Are you...are you trying to give me a philosophy lesson, Mistress?" Chester said, practically spitting out the word mistress at her.

Leila stared at her for some time, as Chester stared back, both at the end of their patience.

"I think we do need to have a chat. The night is sssstill young. Ciera, my pet, you have done well. Pleassse, get dressed, go outside, and enjoy the crisp night air for a few minutessss. I will call you back in ssssoon."

"Y-Yes Mistress...you won't hurt Chester, right?" Ciera asked, her breathing still a little ragged, and her face still looking a little more relaxed than usual.

"Hurt? No, my pet, I will not. I ssswear it."

"Okay..."

With that, Ciera got dressed (although still a little disheveled), and left the tent.

"What...what are you planning to do to me?"

"Ssssomething small. A lesson. Firsssst...you must agree to it. Say the words 'You may do as you wish to me, Mistress,' while focusing on your ring. You mussst accept what I offer, or the ring will...make thingsss difficult."

Chester tried to resist following her orders, but the compulsion to do so was strong. She tensed her muscles in an attempt to force herself to do nothing, to say nothing, but even as she did so the words still came out, clear enough to be understood.

"You...may...do as you wish to me...Mistress..." she finally spat out, the look in her eyes full of hatred.

"Sssssee pet? So easssy. This next part is even eassssier... Just look into my eyes, and let me show you..."

Chester, again, could not resist. She stared into the lamia's eyes, as she had done many times that night, prepared to resist whatever came next with all her might. The lamia's eyes began to shift colors slightly, gently, in a pattern that never quite repeated. The color was barely even there, really, almost an illusion of some kind. Chester felt like, if some other soul was observing this moment, they would perhaps not see anything different at all about her eyes...

But Leila would not have Chester so easily. Chester could feel her body, at first almost paralyzed, beginning to relax. It felt almost like her body was distant, impossible to control from so far away. But Chester knew a small amount about such tricks, and tried to concentrate. To concentrate on something specific, so she wiggled her fingers slightly. That was all, just focus on that small ability, that small control.

"Oh, pet, ssssso clever! I can't control you until you are fully_relaxed, and here you are, sssstill moving your fingers! I cannot possibly control you while you do that. Sssstill, you will get ssso tired if you do that _and resssist my power everywhere else. So what choice will you make? Will you keep moving your fingersss, or try not to relax everything elssse?"

She was right...she couldn't resist both. All Chester needed was to keep moving her fingers, that would keep the lamia's power at bay. She let the rest of her body fall under the lamia's sway, each muscle relaxing in an almost pleasant way. She just had to focus on trying to keep her fingers wiggling, nothing else.

"Well, pet, what resssistance you have! I will have to break through your mind with more than jussssst tricks, won't I? Perhapsss my words can lull you deeper, perhaps I can disssstract you from your tasssk with them..."

Chester shook her head slightly, trying to shake off the stupor, but realized it was futile. She would have to fight on the lamia's terms. If she focused on what the lamia was saying, she would be distracted from keeping her fingers under her control, and as long as she had that she could keep resisting! So, she didn't pay attention to what the lamia said. Eventually, the lamia started talking again, but Chester made sure not to listen, not to pay any attention to it. Just focus on her fingers. Nothing else.

Nothing at all.

Not the words she was hearing, not the relaxation everywhere else in her body, not the numbers the lamia was slowly counting down...

And yet, the fog seemed to continue to spread, her mind and body feeling ever more distant, difficult to reach. Chester began to realize the danger, tried to find some way to wake up, but if she tried to do anything she'd lose focus on her fingers, the ones she was sure she was still moving. Even if she couldn't look to make sure. She couldn't really feel them all that well any more, the rest of her body was so relaxed. It was just a point of sensation, of the_knowledge_ of movement.

And all the while, the lamia kept speaking. After some time, Chester realized that she still had one trick up her sleeve. She could close her eyes! Surely that would stop the lamia's power! She didn't know where the idea came from, but she knew once she did that, this would all be over. But, to concentrate on closing her eyes, she would need to stop wiggling her fingers...so, she mustered up all of her will, and shifted her focus. It took a great deal of effort, but eventually she closed her eyes, and there was nothing but darkness.

And then she opened them. She felt groggy, like she was waking up from a nap, taking a moment to figure out where she was. She was laying on a soft pillow. In a tent. The lamia's tent. She shot up, suddenly on guard, as she saw Ciera and Leila sitting on other pillows around the central fire.

"What...what happened?" Chester asked.

"You fell assssleep, puppy," Leila said with an almost loving smile.

"You've been out of it for a few minutes, at least...and you were in here with her for just under half an hour..."

"What? That long? What...what did you do Mistress?" Chester said, her face contorting as she was forced to obey the lamia's earlier command about what to call her.

"What did I do? Now there's a quesssstion...would you like to find out_now_, or perhapssss later on?"

"I don't like surprises, spit it out! What did you do to me! I don't feel any different!"

"Hahaha, of course you don't, puppy. How about thissss. If you do a trick for me, I will show you. I will assssk you to lay down, and if you_don't_ do it, it will remain a mystery. If you do, you get to know right now. Ready?

Chester fumed, but was willing to be humiliated for a brief moment to gain an advantage. "Fine. Go ahead."

"Very good. Lie down, puppy."

Chester laid down on the ground of the tent, shooting an angry glance at the lamia as she did. "Fine, I did it, so-"

"Good girl."

Chester's eyes went wide. Her whole body was suddenly tingling with a deep, radiating pleasure. It was sexual, it was comforting, it was teasing, it was every imaginable type of bliss you could experience. She twitched slightly, as she lay on the ground, letting out a slight moan as she shivered into the pleasure. It only lasted a moment, however, and then she came out of her dopey haze, taking a moment to try and understand what just happened, before trying to speak again.

"What the hell did you do to me, you conniving-"

"Good girl."

There it was, all over again. The pleasure was, if anything, more intense the second time. She writhed slightly on the floor, her body betraying her. She wanted to hate it, to hate the control this lamia suddenly had over her pleasure, but in this moment she couldn't hate. She could only love what was happening. She was a good girl. Good girls felt good.

Chester sat straight up at that last though, her body still tingling slightly in pleasure.

"Oh, oh no...how...how much did you do to me?"

"Oh, a few thingsss her and there pet. What do you think, Ciera?"

"Uh...oh, it's, um...C-could you undo it? I'm sure she will behave better now that-"

"Oh, I know she will behave better. If she doessss, I will reward her again. Do you want another reward, puppy?"

"N-no! Of course not!" Chester blurted out, realizing abruptly that she was lying to the lamia. So much of her did want to feel that again.

"Well...then I will not give it, if you sssssay you do not wish it...I will tell you thissss though. I expect you to behave with or _without_my little rewardsss. We will not have you dissssparaging me or my other sssservants and pets, yes?"

"No, mistress," Chester said, a little anxious to find that the previous fire and hatred she held for the lamia was muted somewhat. Instead, each time she tried to stoke that flame, she felt a little twinge of pleasure, a reminder of what it felt like to be a good girl. This could be dangerous.

"Very good. Now, both of you, undresssss. You are ssssleeping in my tent tonight."

Ciera and Chester looked at each other, but said nothing. They had been through a lot tonight already, and this wasn't exactly the worst they had been forced to do. They turned away from each other, and tried to avoid the lamia's amused gaze as they undressed at her command.

"Good. I did tell you that our little puppy wassss not totally robbed of her...well, it would be inaccurate to call it _manhood_wouldn't it? Turn to face each other, and sssstand still please."

Ciera and Chester both turned to face each other, the embarassment clear on both of their faces, despite everything. Ciera, unable to help herself, looked down and noted that Chester had, above her recently gained vagina, a sheath. Ciera was not totally familiar with beastman anatomy, not exactly, but she knew enough to recognize it.

"Well, it isssn't any fun to look at like that puppy, now is it? I expected my lassssst little reward would have kept you...engaged, but it appearssss that I was wrong. Sssstill, I appreciate you behaving so well when you undressssed for me, so...good girl."

Chester was standing this time, and tried to have some measure of control over her response to the trigger word, but the feeling, the _pleasure,_was too strong. Her muscles twitched slightly again, her face melting into a pleasured gasp, her eyes fluttering...by the time the wave of pleasure had ended, she could feel her canine dick pushing it's way out of her sheath. She looked over at the lamia, not in anger this time, but with a pleading look on her face.

"Please, Mistress, it's bad enough to sit here in front of her and you,naked, in this...bizarre shape, alright? Don't humiliate me any-"

"Good girl."

The pleasure hit again, interrupting Chester. The lamia chuckled while Chester writhed, unable to stop the pleasure, still forced to stand facing her and Ciera. This time, when the waves of pleasure ended, her cock was fully erect, humiliatingly hard.

Chester whimpered slightly, but didn't say anything this time. It was clear the lamia enjoyed interrupting her with that...phrase, so she would just stay quiet. It had nothing to do with being obedient and well behaved, just a strategic decision.

"Bizarre shape you ssssaay? Well, and here I wasss thinking I had practically done you a favor. I let you keep that dick, and I am teaching you a valuable lesssson on getting into character. Important for a good shapeshifter, no? You have to embody the shape you are in, in mind and spirit assss well. The best shapeshifterssss are indistinguishable from whatever they are copying, pet."

"I don't need your lessons, Mistress. I think I'm good enough at what I do."

"I would watch your tone, puppy. I have more in ssssstore for you yet. And you are arrogant still. I would think that sitting in front of me and your companion, rock hard and panting at my command, would have taught you a lesson in humility."

At this, Chester chose to remain silent. She could feel that the lamia was looking for another opportunity to use that phrase on her. And no matter how much a part of her wanted that, she would resist. Ciera had been sitting there, watching the exchange, and Chester could see the concern on her face. This was how the lamia was going to torture them, humiliating them in front of each other...

"You know, it issss getting late...perhapsss it would be better to get an early ssstart tomorrow, rather than sssstaying up all night tonight? Of course, I worry that my new petssss would not sleep well here with me...but thankfully, I have a good way to tire you out! I am going to rest here, and the both of you are going to take turnssss pleasuring each other. And, to prevent you two from taking the easssy way out, how about you only use your mouthsss to pleasure each other? Ciera, you start, our puppy is obvioussssly in great need of some assistance...I will let the both of you rest when only when you have exhausted each other, ssssso I wouldn't hesitate too much!"

Ciera would have tried to hesitate, at least a little, but the lamia had ordered her to start. The magic that required her to do what the lamia asked was ironclad, as they had already discovered, and so she found herself on her knees in front of Chester quite quickly. She wanted to say something, to spend some time reassuring Chester, or perhaps just to work herself up to it, but before she could she was already licking and enveloping Chester's cock in her mouth. Once that was done, she began to do her best to finish things quickly. There had been no order to do anything other than pleasure each other, and Ciera looked up into Chester's eyes, hoping that Chester knew enough to give her a warning when she got close. A nod of acknowledgment was enough to communicate that.

It wasn't very long before Chester was close. The repeated triggers had her whole body more sensitive than it normally should be, or perhaps it was the transformation...or, what she was _most_frightened about, was the possibility that the situation itself was somehow...arousing to her. The lamia's gaze was strangely...enticing, as Ciera pleasured her. Not hypnotic, just the idea, the humiliation of being forced to stand here and...

But she would not entertain that next thought. Clearly it was the lamia's influence, whatever she had done to Chester when she was entranced. Despite her distraction, her body was now just starting to get to the edge, and she looked down at Ciera, about to open her mouth to warn her, when the lamia's voice rang out from across the room.

"Good girl. Goooood girl."

The repeated triggers had a compounding effect, and the pleasure was too sudden to anticipate. Chester orgasmed harder than she ever had before, and was surprised to find it more complete due to her new anatomy. It was not just her dick that was feeling the pleasurable sensation of release, those triggers had her entire body climaxing in ways she didn't have words for. She was lost in the sensation, moaning, whining, whimpering...and, once the initial waves of pleasure had passed, she still felt a lingering pulse of rhythmic pleasure in her body, like a strong echo.

She only really came out of her pleasurable haze when she looked down at Ciera, who had a small amount of semen still on her face. Had she...swallowed all of it? "Oh, god, I'm sorry Ciera, I tried to-"

"It's fine, Chester, you didn't have a choice. The lamia was playing with us. It's, uh, it's your turn now."

Chester sighed, her body still lost in a warm glow, as she prepared to reciprocate. As she did, she felt the lamia's eyes on her, watching her pleasure Ciera with her tongue, and most notably watching Chester's cock as she did. It was...odd. It was still hard. Was that part of the transformation? She felt like she wasn't even really done, her cock could cum again with just a little bit of stimulation. It was definitely new, and together with what Percival had said, her suspicions about that night under the huge tree were all but confirmed...But, now was not the time to worry about it. The sooner she and Ciera finished the lamia's twisted task, the sooner they could rest and prepare for tomorrow.

"Good girl."

As Chester tried to hold back the pleasure, her face buried in Ciera's cunt, she realized that this was going to be a difficult night, one way or another. She hoped Vivian and Karla were having an easier time of it.

Back at camp, Karla was sitting in her tent, trying to ignore the occasional moans coming from Vivian's tent nearby. Clearly Ciera was having a rough night, and now as a consequence of that so was Vivian. She was so goddamn horny, each time she heard Vivian she thought of those perfect, round breasts, Vivian's dress pushing them up, practically inviting you to look at her cleavage...She wanted to relieve this pressure, this arousal, but she didn't trust herself tonight. Still...there was no harm in just getting close right? It was only if she actually orgasmed while thinking about breasts that it would cause problems for her...so she would be fine, right? She undressed slightly, happy to find a loophole, and started to trace slow circles around her clit. This would be fine. She could fantasize all she wanted about Vivian, Ciera, about tits and breasts and boobs, as long as she never finished. She had that kind of self control, right?

Right?