It was a relatively quiet night at the Dream Typhoon’s lamia section that night. No big crowd like the most exciting nights, no tail pile Alya could lose herself in. She could have slipped out to the main lobby to look for someone after a frisky night with a hot stranger, but that night Alya was feeling much more in the mood to be a sub than a dom. Perhaps she’d visit the slime pool or spider nest or greenhouse.

Her eyes lit up at a sight she saw not too often in the lamia lounge. A beautiful lamia lady and her pretty human, both with long, dark, purple-hued hair, the former in an elegant purple dress and the latter with a cute orange skirt and matching shirt.

They sat close at a corner table, the lamia with the lounge’s sunglasses Alya also wore to block the hypnotic lights, but the human’s drooping eyes showed them twirling under the effects, nuzzled against the lamia’s dark tail with violet and blue hues.

Humans were always adorable, and this one was no exception, but that night Alya was more interested in the lamia. She looked reserved, her smile always a bit wobbly, but she maintained an elegance despite what was no doubt first-time jitters. Maybe Alya could boost her confidence and get a dazzling show with it.

Regardless, Alya had never seen either of them at the lamia lounge, or the club in general for that matter. She loved to meet new people, so she slithered right up to their table.

“Aw, I love seeing such cozy scenes in here!” she said. The figures looked at her, the human’s head wobbly, but the lamia’s arms and tail immediately gripped tighter around them. “Got room for a third, cuties?”

She introduced herself as Alya and leaned over the table, though the lamia just pulled her human closer. Alya told them just how adorable the two of them looked, but the lamia spoke before she fiinished.

“We’re a couple.” She lifted their hands to show stamps.

Alya leaned back a fraction and kept her smile steady. She didn’t want to scare them, and she had no intention of pulling them apart. She wanted to make sure the lamia knew that. She said she just wanted to welcome them to the club since they were new there, which seemed to calm the lamia a little—at least, she admitted she’s nervous. She introduced themselves, her name Lila.

“I get the nervousness,” Alya said, “a lot of people are their first time.” To show her interest was on Lila and not her human she reached to Lila’s tail and stroked out. Oh, her tail not only looked cool, but her scales felt soft and dreamy, and she complimented Lila on it.

“Oh, thank you.” She blushed. Alya smiled. “I do like to keep them in sublime condition.”

“I’d love to hear your scalecare routine,” Alya said. “I’ve picked up bits and pieces over the years but I’m always looking to improve.”

They continued to chat for a bit until Alya thought Lila was calm enough that she could bring up what she really wanted. She leaned over the table, propping her head up with her hands, practically out of her seat.

“So, I know you don’t want to share your partner, and I respect that. I’m not in a big dommy mood tonight anyway.” She held Lila’s face and stroked those sublime coils on her cheek. “But how about having someone new in your coils, hmm?”

“Oh,” Lila said, “you mean—Oh! You want me to—you—”

“I would love to be wrapped up by you,” Alya said. “I can just tell it would feel amazing.”

“No.”

Alya and Lila both turned to the mumbling human, who moaned and squeezed Lila’s snaking body.

“No?” Lila asked.

“What’s the harm?” Alya asked. “I’m literally asking for it.”

“No, these are my coils,” the human said. “I was made for them.”

Alya laughed as Lila giggled. She could understand being possessive of the possessor and didn’t blame the human for the greedy response.

“You certainly were,” Lila said.

She curled her her tail tighter around the human and weighed them down up to their shoulders. Alya breathed faster; she could feel her whole body want those coils. She squeezed her lips to hold in her drool. Lila wrapped her tail around the lucky human’s neck and squeezed and massaged. Alya had to hold in a squeal when she saw Lila smother her tail over the human’s mouth.

“Perhaps you’ll just relax and let me do the talking for now,” she said. The human moaned and shut their eyes. When they opened violets and blues pulsed in their wide, smiling eyes.

“No. Way,” Alya said. She squealed. “Did you jusut hypnotize them only by wrapping them in your coils?” Lila gave a hesitant giggle and covered the human’s eyes with her tail.

“I guess I do have kind of hypnotic scales?”

“Oh, now I have to try it,” Alya said.

“Well . . .” Lila giggled.

Alya gasped as Lila’s tail twisted from her hand to curl around her shoulders. She whimpered as Lila squeezed her tail under her chin.

“I suppose if you’re a good girl and let me lead, I can wrap you in some coils.”

“I can be a good girl,” Alya said, “I can be a good girl!” She sighed as Lila squeezed another loop around her shoulders. “Ooh, that feels so nice—” Lila slipped a loop around her eyes. “Hey, I can’t see!” She shuffled a little and found her arms bound down. “Or move my arms.” She grinned. “Niiice.” Lila giggled.

“I’m not convinced you can be a good girl. I think you need some help.”

“Ohh?” Alya knew what that hinted to and her whole body felt like a tense spring anticipating the pleasure about to swirl into her head.

“Uh.” Lila leaned closer to whisper. “I got too into the zone. I forgot to ask if you consent to being hypnotized by my eyes.”

“Oh, god, yes,” Alya said, drool slipping out her mouth, “please, bake my brain into a submissive cinnamon roll, please.”

Lila laughed and cleared her throat.

“Yes, I think we need to make you be a good girl.”

Even as the coils wound further around and down Alya’s body, the loop around her eyes lifted. Alya gave a breathy moan as Lila’s eyes filled her vision, violet and blue pulses filling her head, hypnotic bliss she eagerly absorbed.

“So look into my eyes, and I’ll make sure you’re good while I wrap you up.”

“Oh gosshhh,” Alya moaned, “yesy’reyeso pretty . . .”

“You wantt to look deeper, don’t you?” Lila said. Alya looked deeper. Her vision filled with Lila’s hypnotic eyes and her mind spiraled through them.

“Deeper,” Alya repeated.

“Closer,” Lila said. With Alya’s arms all bound in her coils she pulled her closer and pressed her against another pile of coils.

“Closer . . .” Alya’s smile grew wobbly as if drunk, eyes drooping. It was so easy to forget where she was beyond sinking into Lila’s enchanting coils and spiraling into her eyes.

Alya had done this so many times with other lamias she inherently knew she was in the Dream Typhoon, her favorite place to lose herself.

“Now you’ll be a very good girl and do exactly as I say, won’t you?” Lila said.

“I’ll be very good girl,” Alya sighed, “do ezzackly as’ou say.” She slid forward, Lila’s coils low enough to squeeze her hips, and she sank against another figure just as wrapped up as her.

“Now just relax,” Lila said, “and I’ll keep you comfy.”

“Mmfmmy.” Alya sighed into hypnotic bliss, spiraling down the sleeping pleasure as she settled into the coils.