Hypnovember 2023
Prompts - 22.Float, 29.Smoke	
For Alexander 717
By Limewah
18+

Sara hadn’t planned to stay at the Gold-Leaf Bazaar for very long; she was passing through with a group of mercenaries like her, and accommodation was a bit dearer than any of them would have liked. They planned on just getting some supplies and continuing on.
But as they were having a cool drink in a tea house, they were approached by a messenger who went straight for Sara.
The slender, yellow-eyed, roguish panther got a shock - but not an unwelcome one - to see that the cheetah was only dressed in a few strips of see-through silk, leaving little of her figure to the imagination.
The cheetah handed Sara a sweetly-scented card, before gently bowing and leaving.
The other mercenaries seemed quite disinterested. But the calligraphy of the writing was beautiful; it must have taken almost a half-hour to compose something this detailed.

Your presence is humbly requested at The Dancer’s Delight. I wish to offer you some indulgence.

A serpentine, cursive signature rested in the lower right corner of the thick parchment.

A.  Omari.

Sara wasn’t aware that this place was owned by a rich family - it would have explained the large sand-stone palace that sat on a hill overlooking the bustle of the city. She had heard rumours about the harem - that it was a luxurious one where those who reside were treated not as slaves, but as guests of honour.
So she figured, why not check it out? If this A. Omari had a personality to match the charm of his handwriting, she might end up enjoying his company.
Sara also heard that if someone happened to be summoned by the owner of the harem, and heeded his call through the gates to the palatial harem, they rarely left. She had every intention of being an exception. She could have some fun, maybe fill her pockets with some fine silks or jewellery. She was certain Omari was wealthy enough that he wouldn’t notice a few bits going missing.

She came to the gated entrance at the base of the hill, greeted by spear-carrying feline sentries who were just as undressed as the messenger. It made her loose, comfortable chainmail - covered tunic feel like a priestess’ habit in comparison.
She tried not to let it rattle her too much, projecting confidence as she showed them the summons card. They looked her up and down.
“You must divest yourself of your belongings,” A rather severe looking eagle said with a soft, kind voice. “Please kindly remove your weapons and armour.”
“Alright,” she said. She could always steal them back on her way out.

Soon, once she was down to her tunic and sheer leggings, she was allowed past, and escorted up the long winding steps to the imposing columns of the temple-like building.

Sara could smell the smoke from here. It was hookah smoke, mercifully - she could tell most of that scent was being diffused through what must have been quite fresh, pure water. At least it wouldn’t end up sticking to her fur weeks after…

Her escort, a petite but well endowed mouse, stopped a few steps from the top, and gestured for her to continue. The panther nodded and continued up. The contrast of the darkness of the palace entrance hall to the bright midday sun made it impossible to see inside - but the smoky scent was still there, a luxurious coffee-bitter aroma.
Three sounds finally reached her ears, somehow contained by the chamber’s acoustics. One was a multitude of breaths and soft gasps, mingled with the second sound; soft splash of water. The last was a low, lilting hum, an improvisational melody like a lover’s sweet nothings given song.

As Sara squinted and her eyes adjusted, the vista of hedonism revealed itself to the panther’s eyes. The sight before her was almost more like a menagerie than a harem. Beautiful creatures of all shapes and sizes were baring themselves to each other, stuck in an endless orgy of winding bodies. Shafts slipping between lips, thighs wrapped around waists, moans from voices both deep and masculine, and soft and feminine. All of their bodies glistened as if they had been well-oiled, and they were laden with beautiful, sparkling golden jewellery.

A hot flush spread over her face, her tail puffing up and shooting down between her legs as her pupils dilated. She was no prude, but… she thought she might’ve turned tail and ran in this instance. But something kept her. Something about the hand that wrote that card made her want to see it - and the rest of the writer.
The soft singing stopped.
“Sara, greetings!”
Two yellow eyes, far off on the other side, caught hers. Even from that distance, she understood this creature was massive.
A curling finger beckoned. She remained where she was.
…the voice from that distant figure was deep, low, yet surprisingly youthful.
“If you are shy, don’t worry, just come to the next room!”
The rough, loud scrape of scales against rough stone reached her ears as long dark striped coils, obscured in the semi-darkness, began to slowly recede from around the edges of the room. 
“If you’re concerned about interrupting the rest of my harem… I’ll help you step right over.”
She could barely make out the lips of the serpentine creature from the distant darkness. They pursed and exhaled a long, curling jet of smoke, pushing across the room like the fire-breath of a dragon. And yet, it seemed to have a strange life to it, creating a thin swirling grey walkway about ten feet off the ground. As it neared her end, it sloped down and curved into an easily climbable staircase. 
The rich aroma was even more delicious from here. It made her feel more at ease.

“How am I supposed to-”
Sara looked past the smoke-corridor. A glistening mane of brown hair was turned to her as the serpent began to move away from her. She glanced over her shoulder. Last chance to back out, she thought, only for an instant, before the scent beckoned her. She stepped forward and put her foot into what felt like a thick pillow of wool. She felt herself wobble by the time she was onto the corridor itself. Each step released a puff of hookah-smoke, another upward spritz of that aroma.
As she walked, her gaze lazily roving along the sea of writhing ecstatic bodies beneath her, she felt a strange sense of… not envy, but anticipation for when she joined it. 
Because… when she was among them it would be far easier to sneak out. Yes. That was the only reason.
But the scent of the smoke… 
Step by step, her body got warmer, in her head, her chest, and her thighs. She purred, finding herself hiking up her shirt and baring her breasts, just to cool them off. The same with her leggings…
By the time she dismounted on the other side of the walkway, she was nude. The tip of the naga’s tail was beckoning to her, waiting just at the threshold of the door.
She took her time, leisurely and slow, the sort of pace one would have just as they woke from a long, warm sleep.

“Hello…”
Omari somehow managed to loom over her, even though he was reclining. One of his hands was holding a golden mouthpiece for a massive hookah pipe close by . Eyes like honey stared down at her from above a thick serpentine snout.
His scales were shimmering gold, with a sand coloured snout and front, and with dark stripes like a tiger’s bared all along his side. His muscular arms were behind his head as he reclined on thick, massive pillows, his yards upon yards of firm coils lazily drizzled around this smaller, airier room which overlooked the city.
“I’m glad you chose to heed my summons,” he said with a smile - it was strange, there was something sweet and charming about that massive creature’s smile. “I was hoping you’d come. I saw you from afar and… well… let me look at you.”
Omari leaned towards her, beckoning with one of his hands, as his yellow eyes began to gleam more brightly.

Sara knew a hypnotic charm when she saw one. It reminded her of her plans. Being ensorcelled by the snake would make those plans impossible.
Sara shook her head, trying to resist the clinging smoke against her body, and the pull of those eyes. She tried to look elsewhere - back the way she came, other exits… or perhaps even out that overlooking balcony, if it wasn’t too steep a drop.
“I know that look,” the naga said. “You have the look of someone who was already planning an escape. Maybe someone who’d try to steal some riches on their way out. But that would be a sssseriousss mistake my friend.”

She could feel his tail approaching from behind, thin and dextrous like a dagger. But it moved before she could, and wrapped around her ankle. She shrieked and tried to swing at it with her claws, growling as she was pulled upside down.

“A very ssstupid missstake. But everyone’sss capable of stupidity now and again… even someone as smart as you.”
Sara could feel herself being pulled towards him, suspended in midair. She clamped her eyes shut - she knew if she looked at him too long, she would be lost… 
But the smoke smelled so sweet, and his voice was so nice…
“Look me in the eye when I’m speaking to you.”
Her right eye shot open, betraying the rest of her. His eyes were whirlpools of blue and yellow, radiating out from his slitted pupils. The pleasure she felt from the scent of the smoke was magnified tenfold by the sparkling ripples. She tried to pull away, but her eye was locked to it, as if it was trying to escape her head to be closer. She shook her head
“P…please-” she croaked, the word chased by a drunken giggle.
“Both eyes, if you please~.”
Her left eye fluttered gently open and joined the other one, basking in the light-show that Omari was showing her.

She stared, her mouth hanging open in an expression between a grin and a grimace. The parts of her that still planned an escape were still trying to hold on, to formulate a plan, but there was no looking away, and no point or reason to look away, not when those whirling colours made her feel bliss that she’d never felt in her life before, and she suffocated in it as she -
The spell’s power took hold with a soft chime, and she went stiff as a quarterstaff, her legs suddenly cinched together and her tail shooting out at a 45 degree angle from her back. Her eyes sparkled and spun with the same colours, and her lips were a tight smile.
“Mmh, isn’t that better?” Alexander reclined back, taking a long, bubbling drag of his hookah, before pursing his lips and slowly swirling his head as he blew. Coils and rings of smoke billowed out towards the mesmerised feline. She was completely oblivious, even as he gently tossed her upwards with an easy flick of his tail.  She revolved once in the air, landing directly onto a little platform of smoke. Her nostrils flared again as the scent filled her.
“Why don’t you go for a little walk,” he suggested gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there for you every ssstep of the way. Just follow my voice…”
He began to hum that warm melody again. The panther nodded and wandered straight for it, her spinning eyes staring into space. 
When he added words to the song, Sara’s hypnotised soul soared.

“Trussst in me… Lussst for me…”

At the beckoning of his crooked finger, she began to walk along the first smoky walkway.
“Sssshut your eyesss…” Her eyes slid closed at that command, her arms dangling limply, her head lolling to the side.
“And trusssst in me… Hold ssstill please.” 

As she stumbled closer and closer to the edge of the first platform, a little wisp of smoke pressed into her nose like a balancing finger, the deep incense aroma adding to the fire gathering in her loins. It stopped her dangling on the edge, as his tail slipped between her legs from behind and pushed up.
She quivered stiffly, her toes curling as she stepped onto the next smoky staircase.

“You can ssssquirm… gasp and moan…”

It was like his lips were at her ear, inside her head. The smoke enfolded her with each step, and his tail rewarded her with gentle press at each turn. 
Her steps were slow, but not nervous. Anticipating the pleasure each time.

“Learn to love… your new home…”

She sleep-walked stiffly, stepping along the curling platforms as they rose to meet her. 
The cloudy texture was replaced with smooth, cool scales which felt just as exquisite. But her foot slipped on it, the incline was too steep. The tail gave her one last grope before allowing her to fall, 
Omari took another long drag, and exhaled a cloud of soporific smoke as he continued.

“Ssslip into lussstful slumber…” 

She slid down the long coil-slide, purring and moaning the whole while. falling into a lattice of rings that bound her comfortably tightly.Her legs rubbed together unconsciously, as if trying to compensate for the missing tail that had been groping her so thoroughly…

“Ssail on a vaporousss missst…”

Omari’s tune continued as he guided her from the floating rings back to another platform, to his coils, to his smoke again.her along every inch of the space - as high as the ceiling at times, and never touching the ceramic floor. The whole while, she was panting and gasping, her body burning up with pleasure.

“ ssslowly and sssurely you’ll learn your old life won’t be missssed…”

She was as high as she could go, balancing precariously on a tiny platform on one leg.
Even from that high position, he could hear the sounds from her throat - it wasn’t quite a purr. A little harsher than that.
“You’re sssnoring~” he cajoled. From below, he could see just how wet he’d made her, and how much her yielding body was quivering.
“Sssorry…~”
He blew the platform of smoke away, and she fell with a delighted little gasp, landing directly onto a waiting spiral-slide, half-coils, half-smoke. She slid along it, down and down as if she were trapped in a whirlpool…

“Mmmtrussst in me-” he began, before he was cut off.

“Alexander, I was wondering- Oh!”
Sara was only faintly aware of the voice as she slowly slid down. It didn’t come from someone of the snake’s size… 
Alexander. She faintly wondered if that was her new master’s name…?
“Oh, Mother! Hello!”
She came to an abrupt stop, falling face first into a muscular coil that wasn’t quite ready to catch her. It only semi-snapped her out of her trance, and she simply draped herself into it as she purred, non-stop. 
Her arms and legs dangled like drying clothes over the side.
When she opened her eyes, she saw an older tigress looking back up at her. She was dressed like an empress compared to the other felines she’d seen. She was far more clothed, and she had the broad, curved frame of a fertility goddess.
“Hello up there!” she said. “What’s your name, darling?”
“Ss…Sara..?” the panthress half snored as she tried to recall her name.
“Oh, she is well charmed already, Alexander, isn’t she?”
“Yes, mother, she’s definitely quite the catch….” Sara’s mesmerised mind faintly mused that the tiger stripes made more sense, now…
“Marriage material?”
“Mm, perhaps. You’ll be the first to know.” 
Alexander punctuated that with a playful scoff. His carry-on with his mother was… charming. 
Though at this point, any word or sound he made would be the sweetest music to the dazed panther’s ears.
Marriage to this beautiful snake-tiger… sounded rather pleasant.
If it meant she could float in his words, and in his smoke for the rest of her days… she would be quite happy indeed.
And to think she’d been planning to escape… she was glad to have been shown the error of her ways, and glad she’d never have to think of those plans, or the outside world, ever again. She would be suffused in her beloved master’s coils and smoke - why would she be wanting for anything else?