Sink into Her Breasts

The lead up to a bad end, in which you get comfortable against the princess of Sloth, Acedia’s,
big comfy breasts.

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You can’t stop yourself. Do you even want to? You’re not sure. But in moments you find yourself
against the breasts of the Sloth demoness. The softness of her engulfs your head. The warmth of her
wool cushions you as you sigh, leaning against her, her arms moving around you, gently pulling you
deeper into her tits.

“That’s it,” Acedia croons as she pets your hair, shifting so you lie atop her. “Just like that. Isn’t
that wonderful? Isn’t that soooo comfortable?”

“Mmmmyessss…” you moan, snuggling her tits, sweet lethargy weighing your limbs like you’re
covered in the softest blanket.

“So comfortable you can’t even think of getting up, can you?”

“No…”

“So comfortable you’d do anything to stay here, hm? Stay this comfy? This sleepy? To snuggle
my big breasts? You’d do anything for more, wouldn’t you?”

You nod along lazily, not really listening. Not really paying attention. You’re just soooo comfy.
Feeling soooo good. So warm and adored. So lazy and sleepy. Your thoughts are thick and slow as
molasses, but your body is tingling with arousal. With the awareness of sensation. The coarseness of
your clothes.

“Is your dress uncomfortable?”

“Mmm…”

“Of course it is. Such a lovely woman should be naked, after all. Being naked is so very…
liberating.”

You find yourself agreeing. After all, you’ve always felt amazing while naked. You wriggle as
gentle touches tease your gown from you, sighing when you feel the kiss of the warm air on your naked
skin. Your nipples hard and tingling, your panties sliding down your thighs.

“There. Isn’t that… wonderful?”

It is. You feel so much better now that you’re naked. Now that you’re safe and warm and
snuggled against Acedia’s big tits.

“Might I ask for a reward?”

“Hm?” you murmur, a tingle of worry rising within you. “Re… ward? But… I…”
 “Nothing much. Nothing much. It’s just that… my breasts are so very sensitive. And I so long to
feel such soft lips upon them. Might I have a kiss, my dear? Just a… few… soft… kisses…”

You find yourself giggling at that. “Mmm. Okay… I can… kisses… Mmm…”

You shift your head, lifting it a hair, smiling dimly as you plant a soft kiss on Acedia’s breast. Your
lips tingle, your nose inhaling another waft of her heavy scent. You feel it swirl into your head. Into your
thoughts. Your mind is so stuffed with woolly comfiness. With warm, gooey, adoration. You kiss her
breast again.

Again.

Again.

“That’s it,” Acedia says, her hands moving over you, making you shiver, gasp, moan as she
strokes you. Her fingers teasing along your hips. Gliding between your thighs. Cupping your breasts.
Squeezing your ass. “Kiss my big soft breasts. You love them, don’t you? Love them being your big, soft
pillows. Love adoring my warm breasts. Love snuggling my wool. You love being all sleepy. All relaxed.
Too relaxed to think. Too relaxed to resist.”

You’re nodding along, your face pressed into the valley of her breasts. Still kissing her. Still
adoring her. You whimper as you feel her hand slide between your thighs. Her finger tease along your
sensitive pussy. Slide lazily inside. You moan as pleasure like warm wine flows through your veins. A
steady heat as she gently fingers you. Pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

And all the while her big, soft breasts are pressed against you. Your face resting between them.
Kissing them as she fingerfucks you.

“So relaxed,” she whispers, her voice coiling in your ear, massaging your brain. “So relaxed.
You’d do anything to be so relaxed. So pleasured. You’d forget all about your silly quest, wouldn’t you?”

You would. The sensation of pleasure oozing poisonously through you in only amplified by the
glowing brand on your mons. You need more. You’ve got to have more.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Yesssss,” you moan.

“Then forget about all the trials you’ve faced. All the problems. None of it exists in my arms.
Against my breasts. Wouldn’t it be easier to be mine? My mindless servant? My obedient pleasure
slave?”

You’re nodding along, your hips rocking, fucking yourself atop her fingers. “Yessssss…” you
moan.
 “Of course. You just have to forget. Just give in. Just surrender to mistress. Obey mistress. Obey
me. Obey. Serve. Obey.”

Every word follows another wave of pleasure. You moan, rising, curling, pressing yourself
against her hand. Your mind is so heavy. Thoughts so slow. Who are you? Who were you?

Who?

Who?

“Mnnnnnn!” you moan, shuddering as you cum, as pleasure sweeps you away on a wave of
orgasmic delight. As you shudder in perfect, servile peak. As you come down, panting, whimpering,
lidded eyes opening and staring into the warm eyes of the sloth demon.

“Sleep,” Acedia croons, her eyes glowing.

And with a sigh, you sink into slumber.