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As you wake up, you know at once that something is wrong. There's a weight on your chest, and your breathing is laboured. When you try to move, you find that your arms don't respond, and seem to be hopelessly pinned to your sides. As you begin to struggle there's a sound like rustling leaves as something cool and strong tightens around your waist and stomach.
Then a soft, exotic voice speaks from somewhere above you.
"There you are, little mousssse." It says, "I wasss beginning to believe that my worssshippersss had used too much of venom on you." The words are interrupted by a soft, hissing giggle, "I've known you're alive, of courssse, your body isss wonderousssly warm. But I've ssseen the mindsss of men be muddied forever from sssomething as sssimple as a kisss from the Queen."
"Wh-what's going on!?" You ask, frantic. You struggle more desperately, prompting another airy laugh from the voice in the dark.
"Light the braziersss!" The voice snaps, changing from seductive to commanding in an instant, expecting to be obeyed.
The next moment, flickering orange light fills the room as flames roar into life in the corners of the room, lit by unseen hands. When you see her, your heart seems to freeze.
The Queen is perched on top of you, as if she had just pinned you down in a schoolyard tussle. Her strong body is all shining scales that glimmer like treasure in the firelight. Her tail, twice as long as you are tall at least, is coiled twice around your middle, holding you tightly, but not cruely so. Her yellow eyes look down on you like twin suns. A long, forked tongue flicks out of her smiling mouth for a moment before retreating again.
"Isss that how you behold a Queen, little moussse?" She asks, with a hint of genuine anger tinging the humour in her voice. You realize that your mouth is hanging open in stupifaction, and you snap it shut. "Much better. Now...tell your Queen how beautiful ssshe is."
You begin to struggle again as the initial shock begins to wear off. The Queen's coils respond at once, undulating around you, the overwhelming strength of her telling you there is no hope. Soon you feel something lithe and cool sliding gracefully over your neck and around behind your head until she has a firm grip, preventing you from turning your head even an inch. Her coils aren't suffocating. She isn't squeezing the very air from your lungs to make you beg and squirm. But the message is clear: she could do so in an instant.
"Please...please I-mph!" You begin to supplicate the reptilian goddess for mercy, but the very end of her tail curls up your cheek and gently smothers your mouth, making it impossible to speak.
"If you won't worssship with your mouth, little moussse..." she hisses, shifting atop you to find a warmer place to perch, "...then do ssso with your eyesss." When you try and cheat, to look up at her through a single, squinting eye, she giggles again and says: "Both eyesss, little moussse, if you pleassse."
Her demands are irresistable, and soon you find yourself drinking in her gaze. As soon as you do, your resistance is over. Between the growing warmth of the chamber, the smell of the exotic spices in the room, the feeling of smooth scales curling around you and holding you close, and the hypnotising power of her eyes, your brain quickly surrenders.The Queen feels your body relax within her embrace and smiles."Are you now ready to tell your Queen how much ssshe meansss to you, my pet? My loyal little moussse?"Her coils shift, loosening around your throat and lifting from your mouth so you can once again speak. And speak you do. Before you even realize you are forming the words you begin:"M...my Queen...I...love...you..."__________________This commission was a bit different from usual. I have a fairly regular client to whom I offered a deal. I gave them special discount on a commission IF he'd let me put all my characters on a wheel and spin it to see you got to dominate him next.
As you can ssssee, fate wasss not kind to the little moussse.
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