[It's true that she's under the sway of an obedience spell, emotions subtly altered to make her compliant to another's will. Docility and submissiveness fill her mind like a pleasant cloud, pushing out fear and uncertainty and resistance.
But.
It doesn't cause the warm thrill that shudders through her at being commanded so easily, so casually. Cannot make her want to answer that intimate directive, to fulfill it, as eagerly as she does. And it has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the soft smile Lys offers by way of reply, an obscurely grateful expression that's entirely too genuine to be faked or forced.
Looking neither left nor right, only at the Queen of Hearts, Lys eases out from under his arm and slips to the floor, moving to kneel between his legs. Her hands settle on his thighs, then slide up, up toward his groin, cupping him through the fabric — and, if not stopped, will attempt to open his fly and coax out his dick, eager to touch and cradle and stroke him into aching hardness.]
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But.
It doesn't cause the warm thrill that shudders through her at being commanded so easily, so casually. Cannot make her want to answer that intimate directive, to fulfill it, as eagerly as she does. And it has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the soft smile Lys offers by way of reply, an obscurely grateful expression that's entirely too genuine to be faked or forced.
Looking neither left nor right, only at the Queen of Hearts, Lys eases out from under his arm and slips to the floor, moving to kneel between his legs. Her hands settle on his thighs, then slide up, up toward his groin, cupping him through the fabric — and, if not stopped, will attempt to open his fly and coax out his dick, eager to touch and cradle and stroke him into aching hardness.]