The roar of the crowd swells as does the pride brimming within the lamia gladiator. The blood of her enemy rolls down off her collar and breasts, giving her a crimson glow. She shudders as she drops her weapon, running her fingers over the slick warmth of her recent  kill all over herself. The euphoria that rises within her isn’t the only thing that rises, either, as her curious mutation slips free from her slit and out into the open for all to see. Usually, she would celebrate her victory by making a snack of her conquered foe, but that woman she felled had made her feel strange during the entire fight.
One of the Colosseum attendants runs up to the champion and speaks up to her. “Aelis, the mistress would like to see you… in her chambers.”
Aelis’s black eyes dart up to her mistress’s seat, seeing the woman rise and turn away from her. Quickly, she makes her way to her mistress’s chambers, hoping not to invite more of her ire.
When she arrives, she discovers that her mistress had discarded her robes and lays upon her bed,, as naked as Aelis. Curling her finger, the mistress beckons the snake closer, and Aelis obeys the command.
The woman pushes herself up,, her eyes glancing over the sweaty, bloody body of the lamia, who stares down at her with a mix of silent confusion and of obedience.
“Have I ever told you about my favorite lover?” her mistress asks.
Aelis shakes her head, but stands firm before her. Even as her mistress’s fingers brush down from her blood-stained chest, down to her stomach, and then even further down. When fingers make contact with her little snake, her abhorred mutation, she gasps, the thing twitching to attention.
Sensing that spark, the mistress wraps her fingers around Aelis’s length and gently glides her fingers along it, using the fluid as a lubricant. “She’s an elf, and she has a special gift, just like you do, Aelis…
Aelis’s fingers twitch, her lips parting just a bit as she fights the urge to gasp.
“And she could do wondrous things… I’ve been chasing the high she could give me with that phallus of hers. No man can please me and no woman has what I desire. So, please, come to my bed, and claim me.”
Aelis whimpers, tilting her head, not sure what the woman means. But when her mistress slides away, letting her finger flick off of the head of her little snake, she realizes she needs more of that sensation. So, she climbs up onto the bed, overtop of the mistress, who wraps her arms around Aelis’s waist, her legs around her tail, and pulls her in close.
Her snake presses up against something warm and soft. Is this the feeling her swords have when they plunge into an opponent’s body? In instinct, she pushes forward, the lips licking the head inside, and the mistress throwing her head back, leaving her neck open for Aelis.
Aelis licks her lips, knowing that she shouldn’t, but something rises up within her, something stronger than her fealty to her mistress. She opens her mouth, ready to plunge her dripping fangs into the woman’s flesh, only to feel her hands pull her in and press her lips against her own.
Squeaking, the snake woman writhes on top of the human, only to feel her tongue fill her mouth..
She coils her tongue around the mistress’s. She closes her eyes, letting it continue, whatever it was. An involuntary groan rises from her throat as fingers tickle down her side. She tries to pull away, but the mistress is too entwined in her. Two can play at that.
Her coils wrap around the woman, slowly, but keeping her in place. She doesn’t want the mistress to leave, but what else she is to do, she isn’t sure.
That’s when her mistress’s fingers wrap around her shaft once more. Aelis grunts, pulling her mouth free and about to ask something, when her mistress’s hand guides the snake’s snake up against her, pressing against those lips, slipping inside.
She gasps, her cry as if she were a child in pain, but the feeling something completely different.  That feeling she got when she  saw her female opponent, when her mistress lay naked before her, when the blood sprayed her uncovered flesh. It overwhelms her. It reminds her of her hunger, yet even with that, she cannot find herself ever wanting to be without this. She decides that she needs more, and pushes forward, feeling her mistress’s body wrap around her shaft, the warmth and the wet feeling swimming through her mind, intoxicating her unlike anything she had felt before. Her mistress's own cries of passion tell her she must be doing something right, but the woman whispers to her between broken breaths. “Pu… pull out first… then… push…”
The snake blinks, her hands resting on her mistress’s shoulders as she wiggles her hips. She does as she’s commanded, feeling her cock slide back up that wonderful cave. She cannot help herself but shove back in, with more force than before.
With her mistress’s pleased cries filling the room, Aelis bites that beautiful neck, pumping her with intoxicating venom. The heartbeat she feels becomes the beat to her thrusting. Soon, she cries as her little snake swells like its about to burst. It shoots load after load into her mistress as her body contracts around her, her cries louder, more pleasant music to her ears.
The lamia collapses on top of her mistress, her sweat from battle mixed with more from this exertion. She has fought many enemies before, but this is even more exciting than the most enthralling of battles.