Christa is a perfectly ordinary girl, with two exceptions. The first is that she's telepathic. The second is that she’s a good person. Contrary to what she was told to worry about growing up, it is the first that will doom her, in the end.

She was wandering lost in the wilderness for hours before she found the cave that she’s currently resting in. She inadvisably wandered off, encountered of all things a bear, and she fled. Through luck and her telepathy, she'd avoided it while she (perhaps unnecessarily) fled and found her way here. She’s fiddling through her pack to find something she can use to start a fire when she hears a cry for help from further back in the cave. Shocked and afraid, she turns to investigate rather than running yet again.

She really doesn’t expect to find any safer place out here than a cave, and if something’s smart enough to talk it's also usually smart enough not to be too unfriendly. Or to be something she can negotiate with, at least. She doesn’t really mind if it has a little fun at her not-really-expense as long as whatever it isn't too hostile about it.

“Hello?”

"I'm back here, behind the large stalagmite! I'm trapped behind a barrier!"

Christa follows the sound of Aire’s voice and sure enough, there’s a woman trapped behind a barrier of shimmering blue.

She’s beautiful. Also naked. And being molested by a pit worm. Christa stops for a moment, surprised by the sight, and then steps forward closer to the barrier.

The nice smell that first let Christa realize this cave was here is quite a bit stronger this close to the barrier.

“What are you doing back there?”

She isn’t naïve enough not to recognize that this could be a trap of some sort.

Aire has been planning this for a long time. She thinks she’s probably a pretty good liar, but why lie when you can just selectively tell the truth and not take the risk?

“I’m actually a set of Living Clothes! Just one of the lucky ones that can have their own body. I’ve been trapped back here for decades. “

The barrier does not actually block Christa's telepathy. Something strange in Aire's mind makes it harder to read, but not actually impossible, not when she's telling the truth and wants to let that fact be known.

Huh. This is probably the luckiest day of Christa's life. A set of Living Clothes powerful enough to manifest its own body would probably be able to help her get back to safety with no problems even if she does have to fight a bear about it.

She isn't letting herself hopefully imagine the possibility that Aire could decide to let Christa wear her. Better not to get her hopes up and risk being disappointed. And who knows, Aire could be one of the scary types of living clothing that can take complete control of their wearer.

Aire fidgets in a way designed to look like she’s shy while also subtly making her breasts sway.

She’s attracted to Christa and more than a little turned on. Both of these facts come through her mental signature loud and clear.

“Um. You see that knob on the stalagmite that sort of looks like a hat? That’s an illusion over the off button for this barrier. I’d. Really appreciate it if you’d let me out. But. First, being honest is probably a good idea? So. Now, um, don’t panic. But I’m a skinsuit. And I’d really like it if you put me on. But. But I’d let you have full control! I promise.”

The truth as well, if only by technicality.

Christa’s eyes follow Aire’s breasts. She’s barely even aware that she’s doing it.

And that smell. Is. Really nice. Christa finds herself breathing more deeply to enjoy it more. She unconsciously presses her thighs together slightly as she inhales.

Unfortunately for Christa, her telepathy isn’t strong enough to pick up on the fact that all of these truths are highly misleading. No, instead she has exactly the wrong amount of telepathy and just takes everything Aire says at face value.

“Okay, I’ll let you out. But. If I’m going to be wearing you we should probably get to know each other first?”

She presses the button on the side of the stalagmite. It does, indeed, look rather a lot like a tiny hat.

From the way she’s already staring Aire’s new toy has a pitifully ordinary will. That just won’t do. It’s no fun if she doesn't even have a chance to resist. She’s spent long, long years thinking about how to ensure it’s a genuine contest. In this case, a light application of her Arousal Seal to filter counteract some of her ambient magical effects increasing arousal should be enough. As long as she remains controlled enough over herself to refrain from using her stronger abilities, anyway.

She wants to take her time breaking this one. But for that to be safe, she should ensure she has a full mana pool. Fortunately, she has a solution to that that doesn't require her to skip to the end of the game too early.

It might be fun to push her to the brink of a broken mind and then pull back.

Like edging.

"That makes sense! I'm not picky, though, so it's really all on you. What would you like to know about me?"

“Mostly just what kind of person you are? If we end up partners we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

She remembers the bear she just recently fled from. Actually, maybe she should be prioritizing safety, rather than avoiding the awkwardness of telepathy before they know each other too well?

“Uh, actually never mind. I guess I forgot the imminent danger of bear attack or something. We should probably try to be well-prepared for that instead.”

The more obvious the negative consequences of losing herself to pleasure, the better it’ll be when her toy gives in. She wonders how obvious she can make things without Christa deciding not to put her on.

The barrier is gone by this point, and the pit worm is still molesting her in a way that Aire's instincts tell her is good for getting her new toy all hot and bothered.

“Oh, I should probably warn you about something. I’ve got a lot of mutations and alterations that make things feel better for me and help me handle all that extra pleasure, but if you’re wearing me and you’re in control you get the experiences I’m having without the mental protection. So. Be careful, okay?”

"Oh. Is there. Anything you can do to make that less bad, or easier, or something? Since you're a skinsuit you should have your own things you can do, right? Oh! my name is Christa, by the way."

Her father was wealthy enough that Christa could afford to get a few very naughty books just on her allowance. She hopes her porn isn't leading her wrong here. 

Oh good, she'd been worried her new toy wouldn't know about that and she'd need to bring it up herself. Better if more things seem like her idea, Christa's less likely to get suspicious that way.

“I’m Aire. And I can cast Protect magic that should work against some of it, actually, but I’m all out of mana. You don’t actually need to be wearing me to get some back from us having fun together, though, and I can absorb it through skin contact. So that's one way for us to manage something to make things a little easier on you. Would you like us to do that?"

Technically true again. Her Protect magic won't work against the vast majority of the stuff she can bring to bear while Christa is wearing her, but Christa doesn't have to know that. Mentioning her Arousal Seal would maybe get Christa thinking that Aire was the dangerous kind of skinsuit rather than the friendly kind. She'd be right, of course, but she doesn't want Christa to realize that until closer to the end of her game.

Christa blushes. Her gaze flicks down from Aire’s breasts where its been oh-so-pleasantly resting to a spot just above her pussy, where they stay for a moment before being distracted again by Aire’s breasts.

That lovely scent in the air has been steadily increasing in strength as the Pit Worm fucks Aire. It's getting very hard for Christa to focus too much on things that aren't a little sex related.

Good thing she doesn't have to.

“Um. Okay. If you want to.”

Oh, her new pet wishes Aire had a cock, does she? Well, fortunately she can oblige. A flex of internal muscles is followed by her cock emerging from its sheathe to sit at very nearly exactly the spot Christa was just staring at.

"Well then, why don't you start by taking off those clothes of yours."

Christa’s first thought is that it looks tasty.

A blush creeps over her features as she stares at Aire’s cock, but she puts on a brave face. She’s not going to act too much like an inexperienced schoolgirl with Aire. That can wait until she’s wearing her and she’s embarrassing herself with all of the memories that maker her look silliest.

She feels a little bit like she’s floating through a pleasant dream as she disrobes.

Good, good, from the dazed look in her eyes Christa's feeling the effects of Aire's passively entrancing abilities pretty strongly. There’re the pheromones, of course, incredibly effective on nearly everything and altered to make doing what she says sound just as hot as fucking her. And her curse of lust, inflicting a part of her own arousal on Christa. It’s the barest part of what she can do to someone who’s wearing her, but that will have to wait until later, lest she break her new toy too quickly.

A quick mental commend and her Pit Worm slithers off out of the way. She wants Christa all to herself.

“This stone floor’s just fine for me, but it’d probably be pretty unpleasant for you. How about you come sit in my lap?”

Christa is slight enough that even without Aire’s mutations she wouldn’t have any difficulty supporting her. She wanders forward in a daze, the seats herself in Aire’s lap, wrapping her arms and legs around her and clinging on like a limpet.

Aire’s cock is trapped between their bellies. Christa can feel her breath ghost across her neck and upper chest. And her lips are right there.

She leans in.

Aire is a very good kisser. The aphrodisiac saliva just seals the deal on turning Christa into a blushing, moaning mess.

After a while of that, she whispers into Christa's ear, "Wouldn't it be better if I was inside you?"

Christa shivers at the feeling of air ghosting past her ear. Her mind is still mostly online at this point, so she’s together enough to moan out an affirmative and rise up to sheathe Aire’s cock inside herself.

Christa isn’t a virgin. She’s enjoyed her time with a few boys and the occasional girl as she travelled along with her caravan. This far better than anything else she’s ever experienced, the aphrodisiacs and pheromones and lust curse combining to drive her to unknown heights of lust and pleasure. It’s a shockingly short time before she’s cumming on Aire’s cock.

All of Aire’s various enhancement work together to ensure that Christa isn’t satisfied. That she wants more.

She goes right back to bouncing.

Watching Christa fuck herself silly on Aire's cock like this is intensely satisfying. She could sit here like this for hours and let her new toy drive herself mad with pleasure. But watching her mind come apart from the outside would be so much less fun. And Christa doesn't even realize the risks she's taking right now. This scratches at her itch satisfyingly, but it's less than perfect. And since she has the option of perfection, why not take it?

Aire holds herself back from cumming and lets Christa get herself off a few more times. Once her mana reserves are full, she tells Christa to stop and suggests she take a nap to recover. After all, she's tired after all that riding, isn't she?

Christa is tired. And unable to resist the pheromonal lure of doing whatever Aire says. She stops without complaint and is asleep in her bedroll quickly. There isn't much padding and it's resting on bare rock, but she's exhausted enough it doesn't matter.

Aire raises up a barrier between the section of the cave further in and the portion where Christa is sleeping, and then settles in to wait on the other side from her new toy. Fresh air from outside the cave should filter in and clear out her pheromones, the effects of the aphrodisiacs should fade over time, and as long as Aire is more than fifty or so feet from Christa her curse should have no effect. The cave is deep enough to allow that.

By the time she wakes up Christa should be fully recovered.