Cannon: Wedding Belles (Patreon)

The colors in the room grew more vivid and yet, paradoxically, Elena felt more relaxed. She looked up at the blonde woman—Agatha—and was struck by her delicate beauty. Her clear blue eyes, her fine nose, her cupid’s bow lips… they were incredible, red as ripened fruit. And delicious-looking. She would’ve loved to taste them.

Oh my God! Elena thought. What’s going on in my head? Something’s wrong with me…

Then she noticed something else in Agatha… something in her eyes… an indefinable quality, but something that made Elena’s body shudder.

Agatha leaned over Elena. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the clavicle and Elena saw the fullness of her breasts almost unhindered when she bent over. The brunette felt a strange tingle between her thighs. It’s like I’m drugged… drugged or hypnotized… I’ve never felt these things with anyone but Cannon…

Agatha sat down beside Elena on the bed. Elena felt the warmth of her body, almost like she was burning up with a feverish heat, the way Elena herself felt sometimes (but only with Cannon). And a soft breeze came through the open window, sending thrilling rushes of sensation through Elena’s body.

Why did that have to feel so good? It was just the wind! And the heat coming off of Agatha was just body heat. How could it feel so womanly… so pleasingly feminine? Vaguely, in the back of her mind, Elena knew that this was the same bestial attraction she felt directed her way when she was going to yield herself to Cannon. Or worse, like a wet dream—an experience in which she was just a passenger in her feeling body.

But this was no dream. She was just so enthralled and beguiled that it barely seemed to make a difference whether it was dream or real. Elena fought desperately to keep a clear-eyed view of the situation. She told herself that with the power of the mind, she could reassert control and resist the temptations of the flesh that this blonde was for some reason flustering her with.

“Do you feel good?” Agatha asked, lightly brushing Elena’s dark hair away from her forehead.

Elena wanted to push her hand away, but she had no control of her body and Agatha’s hand felt good. Her touch cool and soothing on Elena’s needy skin. She liked to be touched… that was what she always wanted from Cannon… to be touched… what did it matter if someone who wasn’t Cannon was touching her? Didn’t it feel good all the same?

“You are very pretty,” Agatha said softly. “You deserve to feel pretty.”

Now her fingers trailed down Elena’s neck, her light touch nonetheless sending powerful shudders deep into Elena’s flesh. Elena stared once more at Agatha’s lips, so full, such a deep crimson, almost as red as blood. She felt an overwhelming desire to kiss Agatha.

To Elena’s amazement, her paralysis ended. Without any effort, she was able to lift her head from the pillow. And no sooner had she stopped touching that then she was making soft, thrilling contact with Agatha’s mouth. With those red, red lips.

The moment Elena realized what she’d done, she wanted to recoil in shock. But her body would not obey the impulses she was feeling—it seemed to have its own urges it was giving into. I’m not controlling myself, she thought. Is Agatha controlling me? I can’t move as I like, only as she wills it. I’m going to lose my mind if this keeps up…

Elena wanted to pull away, to run, but she was trapped far more elaborately than by physical bindings. It was her mind that was locked up, unable to get its wishes through to her body. And worse, her body was still sending signals to her mind—feelings of utter delight that tried to lull her tormented mind away from its terror.

Agatha’s lips felt as soft as the finest silk, yet firm, yet strangely passive. She let Elena touch her gently, like they were only sampling each other. Then Agatha parted her lips and her tongue slithered out, along Elena’s own lips—tasting them as Elena had somehow unwillingly wanted to taste hers.

Agatha squeezed Elena’s hand now, leaning over her so that their lips came close to touching but didn’t. Quivers thrilled Elena’s belly, shaming her. Her heart was in her throat, beating rapidly. Her mind tried to warn her, but there was nothing she could do about the luscious sensations Agatha sent coursing through her body and no way she could gird herself against them.

“Don’t be scared, darling girl,” Agatha breathed. “I like you… I want to be nice to you.” Her lips almost touched Elena’s ear as she spoke. Her breath was as warm as her words were soft and honeyed. “I had to be a little mean before to get what my employer wanted from you, but that’s all done with now. There’s no need to resist. We know everything we need to. Now I’m only going to worship you the way you deserve. You’re not an asset to me anymore. Now you’re just a beautiful little doll. I want to play with you… you’ll like being played with…”

Then her mouth pressed down on Elena’s lips. Elena could not even sort out the reaction she wanted to have—her body flooded her mind with so many feelings. She tried to grab onto sensations of horror and disgust, but they were crowded out by delight and enjoyment. She could not not want what Agatha was doing.

“You can’t fight it,” Agatha said, her voice throaty with pleasure. “You’re mine now. You must accept that. Gower has gotten what he wants from you. Now you’re mine. All mine. My pretty doll to dress and play with. I put you in this gown, though I much prefer you naked. I want you to take it off now. Show me your beauty willingly.”

Again Elena found her body outside of her control—obeying Agatha, or a part of herself that longed for what Agatha promised it. She’d known there was an edge of the obscene to her desire for Cannon… that perhaps a good girl would not long for a man who did the things that he did, who was so cold and yet so passionate and to such extremes.

But at least she was not a nymphomaniac! At least her desires were confined only to Cannon!

Until now.

Now Elena found herself pulling her nightgown up over her head, offering her nakedness to the blonde in hopes only of receiving more of that thrilling feminine touch… more of those harrowing lesbian kisses… bad enough how she had a taste for Cannon’s brand of love, how could she want this too? Was she just a pervert? Had this woman cut her away from all self-restraint and left her totally debauched?

Agatha looked at Elena’s body so intently that the brunette could feel her eyes. They started at her piercingly erect nipples and moved down, trickling gaze by gaze down her taut belly until they reached the thatch of black hair at the apex of her legs.

Agatha came closer. Her hand softly stroked Elena’s smooth inner thighs. Ripples of wild desire burned through Elena’s body. Her mind reeled, but her flesh was in paradise.

Then Agatha stood again, gasping with her own impatience at the interruption, and her eyes met Elena’s. She made sure the other woman watched as she removed her blouse, unbuttoning it and shucking it off her shoulders. She had no bra and Elena’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of her heaving breasts.

Passion tightly gripped Elena’s sex while she stared at the high, firm hills of Agatha’s chest, with its brown nipples that stood out so tempting and so needing. Elena wanted to reach out and caress them, as she’d never touched another woman before—as Agatha had touched her. The lesbian was just so beautiful… so tall and slender, her shock of golden hair cascading like the rays of a rising sun down to the nape of her swanlike neck.

Agatha circled her fingers around and around the pink areola of Elena’s throbbing nipple. Elena trembled—the gentle caress on the most sensitive point of her voluptuous breast was giving her feelings so powerful that the rest of the world went blank. Her flesh quivered in anticipation of a delight she knew she couldn’t resist.

Agatha laid down with her on the bed. It finally struck Elena as strange how, under the influence of this mind-altering drug, even time itself was out of her control. Agatha seemed to change positions without actually moving. Things happened in the blink of an eye. Agatha straddled her waist so quickly, raining a storm of kisses down the front of Elena’s body.

“God, YES!” Elena gasped, expressing the molten passion she was feeling, but she could only make it a sound of pleasure, not protest.

The sensation of Agatha’s body on hers was overpowering. She was overwhelmed by the feel of Agatha’s soft blonde thatch joining its silkiness with her own, feeling Agatha’s creamy thighs stroking her own, and then the incredible electricity as one woman’s nipple touched the other’s.

“RRGGHHH!” Elena groaned in helpless desire. She looked down at her naked body, melted together with Agatha’s, and saw her breasts crush together with Agatha’s.

Lasciviousness coursed through her, crowding out everything else. Her hands roamed down Agatha’s luscious back until she felt the jut of the blonde’s firm round buttocks, ripe to be kneaded by her questing hands.

It was hard for Elena to remember she wasn’t in control of her body under the crush of so much pleasure. This could’ve been the same delirium she felt when Cannon took her, when she was equally as submissive, equally as helpless. She felt the same need, deep in her belly, to satisfy herself in the endless dominance offered to her.

The thought that it was literally unnatural—that Agatha was imposing this feeling on her—was too difficult to hold onto. It slipped away.

Elena’s hips rhythmically rolled against Agatha’s. Agatha moved in unison with her. They writhed together on the bed, their bodies touching completely—breasts, bellies, legs, and most especially hands—all feeling whatever they could feel of one another.

Agatha reached up to fondle Elena’s breasts like she’d been longing to. Elena’s nipples hardened even more, to an almost painful intensity, before Agatha’s touch send them into fluttering ecstasy. She felt hot and feverish all over—most especially between her legs, where she was wet and slick and warm, like her body itself was begging Agatha to touch her there.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Agatha ordered. Elena did it, twining her legs around Agatha’s back, her hips pumping to grind her sex against that of Agatha. A voice far down in her consciousness was screaming that she should stop, that this was wrong, but Elena had no inclination to obey that voice. She was rapidly losing the urge to even hear it.

Then Agatha’s lips whipped her with another command. “Suck my nipple. Suck it!” she ordered.

And Elena’s lips locked around her hotly throbbing nipple. Its marbled stiffness was irresistible; she held it lovingly in her mouth, sucking on it like a piece of hard candy.

“You can suck better than that,” Agatha cooed. And Elena sucked harder. At the same time, her tongue swirled around and washed over the hardened nipple, tantalizing it endlessly until Agatha moaned like she was as helpless before this passion as Elena was.

“OOOOHHHH!” Her body writhed as she felt Elena’s tongue rolling and curling around her sensitive nipple. Agatha reached between their bodies, felt the smooth softness of Elena’s hotly seething pussy, and savored having it in hand. She could feel the juicy lust she’d elicited from Elena, seeping out to wet her fingers, and she drew more out, toying playfully with Elena’s engorged labia.

Elena moaned as wildly as Agatha was. She shifted her leg up along Agatha’s flank, opening her hungry sex up—ever more submissive to Agatha’s touch and the pleasure it brought her. Her body shuddered like an addict craving a fix… the high of what Agatha would do to her next.