Sieq vs. Mimi

"Okay... Mimi is right, I did help her summon you. But, it was entirely her idea in the first place. It's good to meet you Nyssa... and I hope you won't mind if I say you're looking good!" Sieq told the demoness that he had zero read on. She was certainly soft, but she was way less active than Mimi. Maybe she was a sloth demon? And, he was still completely in the dark about what Mimi's grand idea was. "Still, I think it's best if Mimi explains why she summoned you. Because I have no idea why she summoned you, precisely. It has to do with a service she's giving to me, but the exact reason, I got no clue."

"Thank you..." A soft voice rang through his head as Sieq compliment the new demoness, "It is... good to... meet you... to..." It seemed like Nyssa could send messages to his mind, although it seemed like she could only send a few words at a time and she needed to blink at him for each message.

"Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet! Well, there is no place I know of that is regal enough for our roleplay that we can go to for free, so that's were Nyssa comes in! She's like really good at mind manipulation, so she'll connect our consciousnesses, put us to sleep, and then alter our dreamscape to make it a regal place and let me be in my chosen transformation without worrying of you destroying it!" Mimi explained, "And with your request from moving my gold around, you can ask her to alter something for you as well! So, for example, you could ask her to make you have a really sensitive penis in our dream!"

"Oh, I understand. That's actually pretty clever of you, Mimi." Sieq praised her before considering the plan. "Hmmm... if she's good at manipulating our heads and connecting our thoughts, can she make it so, inside of the dreamscape, I'll forget that it's all a service, so I won't know the Aromadara intends to seduce me? Also, could Nyssa perhaps show you my memories of an Aromadara, so you have something to work with for designing your transformation?" He queried, making sure to put some thought into this if everyone was going so far out of their way for it. "I can't think of anything I want her to alter for me, but I'm open to suggestions, I suppose. Sorry if this is a lot to drop on you, Nyssa." Sieq added, looking to the soft, pretty, quiet demoness for any potential input from her.

Mimi, figuratively, lit up as the half-dragon praised her for her brilliantw plan. "I can... do that... but I... am hungry... I get... any semen... you spill... while you... sleep..." Nyssa told Sieq in his mind. It appeared she was like Mimi a little, seeing how she demanded a pay for her service. At least she wanted his seed, and not his gold or soul.

"Um, that's fine. It's not like I was going to use it anyway, ehehe. Let's hope Mimi does a good job at milking it out of me, so you can get your payment, too." Sieq said to Nyssa with a smile. After thinking for a moment, he did come up with an idea. "Could you make my sense of smell a bit more sensitive inside of the dream? I think that will do for my ideas, and I think Mimi can handle the rest, probably. Just uh... let me know when and where you want me to go to sleep." The half-dragon finished, mentally preparing himself for this. He had to say, he couldn't get a service like this from anywhere or anyone, so it wasn't so bad that he struck a sort of deal with Mimi.

"Stop preparing... makes it... harder to... manipulate..." The slothful demon pouted as Sieq made her put some effort into accessing his mind, "I can... put you... to sleep... whenever... Just choose... a comfortable... place..." Looking around, Sieq didn't see many, if any, places he'd call comfortable to sleep besides the mountain of pillows. It appeared that Mimi didn't have a mattress to sleep on despite all the gold she had, so where had she been sleeping? It took him a second look around the room, but he spotted the greedy demon's eyes peeping out of the pile of gold, in a similar fashion to how Nyssa had peered out of her mountain of pillows.

"Oops! Sorry, Nyssa.... I'll just uh... I'll just lay down somewhere. Is it okay if I use one of your pillows?" Sieq asked as he made his way to the pillow fort, thinking they looked big and soft enough that he'd only need one. Seeing Mimi entrenched in her gold like the goblin she was, he laughed for a moment at her and then laid his head back on a pillow, laying on his back with his neck supported. This would do fine, not perfect, but fine. He idly thought about how he was sleeping.... wait, couldn't he just use the sleeping bag he had on him?

"You can... nighty night..." Nyssa's voice rang through his head before a sudden and overpowering need to sleep washed over him. The half-dragon had no chance to get into his sleeping back before his world went dark.

Sieq suddenly found himself in the hallway of a manor, a sweet scent wafting through it which tickled his sensitive nose. Lining the walls of the hallways were large portraits of who he could only assume this manor belonged to. Those portraits illustrated a woman of unworldly beauty in a purple dress with golden flowers decorating it, and this dress left little to the imagination. It showed off an abundance of the cleavage formed from her bountiful, milky chest, it tightly clung to her bombshell of a booty, and it cut of low enough so all could see her lacy black stocking.

As he had requested, Nyssa had made it so he didn't remember that this was a dream or that Mimi, as her interpretation of an Aromadora, was going to be seducing him.

Sieq looked about the halls, unable to stop himself from admiring the very flattering portraits of the manor's mistress while instinctively taking in the pervading sweet scent. He drooled a little and felt a tent in his pants just looking at her pictures, but then he shook his head and banished those perverse thoughts of aching lust from his head. He forced himself to look straight down the hall and march forward, and also try to remember what he was doing before becoming so distracted.

Maybe she was evil and he came to take her down, maybe she was a world renowned midara and he came to request a service from her, maybe a lazy demon tampered with his memory and forgot to fill in the blank area she left, or maybe a greedy demon didn't plan that far ahead and info the lazy demon on what to fill his head with. There were so many possibilities to why he'd be here, although the ones involving demons did seem outlandish. Perhaps he could stare at the portraits some more as he decided on what he was here for.

Hmmmm.... that last idea was pretty good. Sieq looked to the portraits again, taking peeks at the lady's milky cleavage and lovely dress as he started to fascinate some more about her. She was no doubt a lovely mistress, but he knew he didn't serve her. She could likely seduce anyone, but was she so evil? He'd be hard pressed to overcome her in any fight. Maybe she was just throwing a party and having guests over. Although.... that'd make great cover for her to take someone aside and seduce them.


Maybe that seduction was just what Sieq wanted in the end, but he was both a bit too proud and a bit too nervous to openly admit that to her.

Ah, yes, Sieq remembered now. There was no way someone with that kind of body was evil. He was attending a party hosted by the mistress of this manor and while she excused herself to her private chambers as she had something to take care of, a scent hit his nose, a sweet scent that just instructed him to follow it, the scent that was in this hallway, leading him to the grand doors of the mistress's chamber.

Right, right.... the sweet scent, compelling him to follow. He couldn't help it, it led him away from the party and all the way here, right in front of the entrance to the mistress's private quarters. But, once he realized that, he was given pause.... Sieq wasn't allowed in her room, was he? She was so far out of his league... and he couldn't even remember her name, too distracted by her beauty and aroma to learn it when he had the chance. He was hesitant, standing outside the doors and wondering whether he should turn around.

With his heightened sense of smell, Sieq could notice a slight shift in the sweet scent and a new impulse to enter the chamber as there was no way the mistress, or her scent, would lead him here if she didn't want him to enter. As he hesitated outside her room, Sieq took another glance at the portraits lining the hall and noticed something he had missed before on them, a name plate which read "Lady Aroma Dora".

Even with the memory manipulation, Sieq had a feeling that name was made up just so he'd have a name to remember this mistress by.

"That's... a silly name... but eh, I wouldn't blame her if she had a public facing alias." Sieq said to himself, justifying the name to himself to keep himself immersed in this fantasy. With his disbelief suspended, he obeyed the aromas of the mistress and went towards the door almost as if he was hypnotized. Her scents were so potent that they could give him suggestions and tempt him... Sieq gulped and hoped that this was going to be a plain and ordinary visit. He opened the doors and stepped inside, bracing himself for Lady Aroma Dora's endless appeal.

Sieq opened the door, only to get hit by a wave of scents. There were strong scents and there were soft scents, there were sweet scents and there were foul scents, there were hypnotic scents and there were intoxicating scents, etc. It was pure sensory overload that could of easily pushed Sieq over the edge, but there was one scent that persisted, one which told it was not time for him to cum yet. "My, my, what do we have here? I wasn't expecting any visitors," A heavenly voice rang out from inside the room, which drew the half-dragon's attention to the source of the voice, and of course, it was Amora in all her glory, looking even better than what the portraits had made her appear to be.

Sieq took one whiff and he was taken aback, stumbling and unbalanced as his nose was made victim of the most mind-melting scents he could imagine. How was he even supposed to think amidst this? He looked out and saw Aroma, and now he had a blissful visual stimulus to go with the scent. He tried not to inhale too much as he replied to her. "O-oh, really?! M-m-my apologies, I got distracted and lost, and ended here by accident, I'll excuse myself." Sieq said sheepishly to the mistress, both intimidated by how powerless he was against her, and embarrassed over the chance her scent wasn't actually inviting him here, and he was just imagining it.

"Is that so? You don't look so well dear, perhaps you've had a little too much to drink tonight. Why don't you stay here and rest up a little? It'd be a shame if someone was to take advantage of someone as handsome as you while you're drunk," The mistress of the manor suggested in a tone almost as sweet as her scent, but Sieq's nose told him that it was not a suggestion, but an order he must oblige.

"Grrk! Umm..." Sieq timidly took a step back, trying to find the words, any words to try and refuse her. He knew he'd be a scent-drunk slave to her, even if she didn't even try to seduce him. Lady Aroma Dora was like the woman of his dreams, just looking at her curves and breathing in her vicinity made him ache with lust. And yet, he couldn't move, he was too weak to openly defy her. The most he could do was delay his instinct to obey her every suggestion.

"It's okay dear, you have my permission to come in," Amora said in her honeyed voice as the scent around Sieq only seemed to get stronger and sweeter, making that delay in servitude shorter than he'd hope, "You wouldn't be working anywhere at the moment, would you? I guess we can discuss that will you rest up. I'd love to have someone as handsome and strong looking as you work for me."

Sieq couldn't stop sniffing away at the aromas suffocating his will, nor staring at the mistress's heart-stopping cleavage. His legs moved on their own, entering the room properly and taking the first seat his ass could find. "W-w-w-working?! N-no.... I'm between jobs... at the moment." He stuttered, blushing like a schoolboy with a crush as his heart went a mile a minute. Nothing was subtle about this, but the Lady was so impossibly alluring....

Well, the first place he saw to sit was the chair currently occupied by Amora, so he did the next logical thing... taking a seat right on her lap. "My, my~ You're quite the forward one, aren't you~" The mistress cooed into his ear with a giggle as she ran a hand through his hair, "So you're a job drifter? How'd you like to settle down on one? I could use someone like you around here, someone handsome enough to satisfy me on my lonely nights and strong enough to assist in my workouts." As she mentioned the workout, the scent constantly invading Sieq's nose had a drastic change, going from a sweet smell to a stench of sweat that still was quite sweet on its own.

Sieq squeaked out of timid shyness as he realized where he had just sat down, his blush as bright as it had ever been before. But, her sweet voice and soft touch kept him passive and obedient, and sitting right in her lap. At least he didn't have to look at her from here.... but her sweat! No matter how he tried to shift or endure, there was no way he could hide the tent in his pants from her. "Y-y-y-you would really hire me, Lady Aroma Dora?! B-but... I doubt I'd be able to live up to your standards... you're as beautiful as a goddess, and how could you know that I'm strong enough to challenge you?" He asked, unable to think much of himself when he was juxtaposed to such perfection.

"Challenge me? Oh, I think you got the wrong idea dear. I meant you could spot me and coach me through my workouts at the gym, since you couldn't of gotten these muscles without spending a lot of time there yourself," Amora told him as her free hand began feeling up his muscles, leaving the tent in his pants alone for now, "Of course, you'd have more duties than just spending the occasional night with me and attending to me in the gym, but that'd just be some common chores. For example, let's say... cleaning my sweat drenched workout clothing? You think you can handle that?"

Sieq's strength fled from him as Amora teased him, her words, her scent, her touch, all working together to leave him helpless on her lap. "Oh, um, well... I could do that, yeah... I d-don't see why I couldn't..." He stammered shyly, finding her first suggestion very reasonable. But, the mention of working with her laundry made him freeze up and his bulge to twitch, unable to stop the fantasies of smelling her used clothes. So perverse that he was almost forgetting that she was being forthright with saying part of the job would be having sex with her.