Magic Gloves

(wlw, hypnotism, tentacle mention, visual hallucination, consensual, both of these characters are self inserts of me )

Lily had a mischievous grin on her face. The kind of grin that made Clary’s panties a little bit wet. “What have you done?” asked Clary to her giggly girlfriend, but she received no response. Lily took her hand and brought her to the living room. By the fireplace, sat a small parcel, wrapped in gold wrapping paper and adorned with red ribbon. “It’s for you!” exclaimed the little brunette, thrusting the gift into Clary’s hands. She gently slid aside the ribbon, and peeled apart the wrapping paper, unveiling what appeared to be a medium sized pair of leather gloves. “Oh! Em, Thank you?” questioned Clary, as Lily swiftly began sliding the soft leather gloves onto her partner's hands. “They’re magic gloves!” chirped the brunette, having fully slid them onto Clary’s hands. Clary laughed cautiously, looking back and forth from her girlfriend's earnest face to the gloves. 

“Darling, what do you mea-” “Just hold them in front of my face!!”, Lily tugged Clary’s hand upwards to her eye-level. Then Clary saw it. Lily’s expression had completely changed, melting into a soft and sleepy smile. Her eyes were completely fixated on the fingertips of the gloves, seemingly unable to look away. Tentatively, Clary wiggled her fingertips and began to gently move her hand from side to side. Lily looked enthralled. Her bright blue eyes sparkled, completely vacant of her usual fire. Her jaw had relaxed, enabling her lips to slightly gape open. “Oh, what a good girl you’ve been” chuckled Clary, twirling her fingers in a spiral pattern, before placing a kiss on the silent brunette's forehead. 

“You’re going to focus on the movement of my fingers while they’re in these gloves, aren’t you little one?” cooed Clary, her red hair trickling over her collarbones as she spoke. “And you’re going to find that when I gesture them in an upward manner, you find yourself coming up from trance, and when I gesture them in a downward manner, you can find yourself falling straight back down to lovely deep trance for me. Doesn’t that make sense?”. Lily nodded slowly, her eyes already visibly heavy. “I’m going to fractionate you cutie. Until you don’t know up from down, trance from wakefulness, and my fingers from a big thick tentacle inside of you.” Lily blushed, a deep red tickling across her freckled face, but her eyes still wide and dazed. 

Clary flicked her fingers up and down within these magic gloves, watching her girl come rocketing in and out of trance in quick succession. She loved seeing the fractional seconds where Lily was confused, wondering how she got in this position, kneeling by Clary’s feet, her face on her lap. But more than anything, Clary loved seeing when Lily was flicked back into trance, her eyes glazing over and a smile of gentle submission pooling across her lips. There was no sense of time left in Lily’s mind, just fingers and sinking and rising and sinking. She found herself lying across Clary’s chest, staring absently at the twirling fingers by her eyes. A finger snap. Lily blinked back to consciousness. “Are you ready to get fucked, my gorgeous pet?”  whispered Clary in her ear. She couldn’t stop herself moaning out a yess, and spreading her legs involuntarily. The fingers reappeared, and the world slipped away, spiralling down into the sinkhole of her mind. Then Lily felt it. 

In place of her girlfriend's fingers, a thick appendage seemed to have slid into her wet and willing pussy.  She felt so incredibly full. Looking down she caught a glimpse of a large red tentacle pumping in and out of her, fucking her. She cried out in pleasure, eliciting the most mischievous of giggles from Clary. A gloved hand appeared in front of her eyes, capturing her attention while the tentacle moved faster and faster. The soft leather wrapped around her throat and an assertive force forced itself into her mind, “Cum for me pet”. Lily let her body spasm into orgasm, releasing a spurt of liquid onto her girlfriend's hand. She lay there shaking into her Clary's chest until the world slid back into place.

 With a fingersnap, she was conscious again, but couldn’t help but cuddle into Clary even tighter than before. “You did absolutely wonderfully, my perfect girl” spoke the redhead, planting a kiss on the still shivering brunette. “Say, where did you get these magic gloves from cutie?” enquired Clary, now removing the soft leather from her hands. Lily blinked in confusion, as she scoured her mind for a memory. Then she started laughing. “You!!!” she pounced on the redhead burying her face into her chest, giggling hysterically, having remembered who made the gloves magic in the first place. The pair giggled and cuddled, as a soft rain began to patter on the roof overhead.