Lily Vs. Gangyaru

"Not into girls. Not into girls." The woman continued, her voice faltering with each pulse of heat. Her eyes opening and looking up into Marigold's own with a mix of confusion and growing desire.

Marigold continued to repeat, “Into girls,” but she picked up the tempo and the intensity of the pulses of heat.

Her prey began to repeat after her. "Into girls. Into girls." Moaning as each pulse traveled through her. Her lips puckering on instinct as she looked up at Marigold, her lust for the gangyaru increasingly visible.

Seeing her prey starting to succumb to her, Marigold pulled her into another intense kiss, while her hands worked their way down the woman’s body.

The woman returned the kiss with gusto. Fully melting into Marigold's heated embrace. Her very movement begging the gangyaru to claim her.

Marigold broke the kiss eventually before whispering into the woman’s ear, “You can join us or be one of our many pets, your choice,” as her heated hands began to tease the woman’s ass.

"I-I don't." She began, a little too overwhelmed to think clearly and not sure exactly what Marigold meant.

“If you can’t decide, I’ll decide for you, darling,” Marigold says sweetly, “You will be one of our pets. If you don’t want to, disagree,” as she began to probe the woman’s asshole with a fully heated finger.

"N-no. Please. Let me join you." She begged as she practically want limp in Marigold's arms, unable to handle all these new sensations.

“I’ll see what my friends think of that,” Marigold says as she waves the others over with one hand while continuing to probe the woman’s ass with the other hand.

The woman whimpered excitedly as the other gangyaru slinked forth from the shadows. "Sounds good to us. Think you can handle the induction process?" Jolene asked, curious what else their new recruit was capable of.

“If you are just talking about the makeup and outfit, of course I can girl,” Marigold.

"But what of the rest of it. You think you got what it takes to really convince this girl she's one of us?" Delilah asked, she'd seen Marigold do so much, perhaps she had been more skills to offer.

“Not sure about that, I’d probably need to use the purple lipstick, seeing that is how we convinced the bitch over there, and how you converted me,” Marigold says.

"If that's how you wanna do it. Go ahead." Delilah replied, passing Marigold her tube of purple lipstick.

“Is there others ways you have converted people?” Marigold asked, surprised that none of them mentioned anything about how she recalled how they converted her.

"There's other ways to indict someone into our little gang. Blanking them with pleasire. Hypnosis. Etc. The purple lipstick is just one way. Why do you ask? Wanna give something else a shot?" Delilah asked.

“Hypnosis sounds fun, but I think blanking them on pleasure is up my alley,” Marigold admits.

"If hypnosis sounds fun why not try it? After all what's the point of teasing cuties if not to enjoy our selves." Paula giggled, taking the opportunity to grope Marigold's soon to be underlying.

“Why not,” Marigold says as she recreates something from Lily’s memories, a flicker ball of flames. “Stare deep into this for me, okay sweetie?” Marigold sweetly commands her prey.

"O-ok." The woman sighs. Staring into the flames as she mentally prepared for her new life. The other three watching in interest to see just how Marigold would handle this.

“Just watch the flame~” Marigold sang into her prey’s ear, “Believe the flame is your resistance~ Watch it slowly fade away~ Allowing me deeper access to your pretty head~”

"Flame is my resistance, fading away." The woman whispered in response, doing her best to follow. But it was clear that things were moving a little fast for her, Marigold needed to give her more time to settle in, to guide her further into the trance before removing her defenses.

Slowing down, Marigold sang, “It is almost out~ But you keep resisting~ Until it completely fades~ But what is this~ Is it my lips attacking the flame~” before floating the flame to her lips, where she made the motions of kissing it.

Each time Marigold's lips met the flame the woman shivered and her eyes glazed over a bit, feeling like the gangyaru was directly kissing her brain.