Allen's eyes fluttered open, his senses slowly returning as the fog of the herb wore off. The first thing that greeted him was Lady Nyra, perched above him with an air of smug superiority. Her legs were crossed elegantly, her feet resting on his restrained chest as if he were no more than furniture.
His gaze trailed down, catching the tantalizing sight of her pussy barely concealed beneath sheer silk panties. The fabric was damp, clinging to her folds in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The faint scent of her arousal teased his nose, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the hut.
Nyra seemed lost in thought, muttering to herself. "The brainwashing herb worked perfectly. Finally, a human under my control... and not just any human." She smirked, her tail flicking behind her as she shifted slightly, the warmth of her thighs brushing against him. "A personal human slave... the only beastkin to ever claim such a prize."
