52 comments/ 97860 views/ 194 favorites The Serpent and the Shoemaker By: Perentie Text key: 'Words' = Thoughts and telepathy "Words" = Spoken words and quotes "Words" = Special emphasis Glossary: Mamono = "Monster" or, more accurately, "apparition" Church = The followers of the chief god in this world, this god is fiercely opposed to the monster girls and has spread much misinformation about them through his followers. He sees conflict as the natural order between humans and monsters. The Serpent and the Shoemaker However, all that changed once word got around that he had been known to speak up for mamono in conversation, even if he was only trying to dispel myths about them. The same women now ignored him, looked at him in disgust, or even pity. He had subsequently received retractions on every invitation he had gotten before. He had to admit it angered him, but more than that it made him feel all the more lonely. He was unsure if he could even call anyone in the whole village a friend, be they male or female they seemed to interact with him only if they needed to. The isolation in some ways felt worse than being openly mistreated. Sometimes he longed for his homeland, sure there had not been any good jobs available for him but at least people were more inclined to accept folks who didn't despise or needlessly fear mamono. That being said, returning to his native country was not an option, he simply didn't have the funds for the trip, especially with how poorly his shoe shop had been doing. It was in the midst of this deep depression that she had begun appearing to him during the night as he slept. He supposed it was quite ironic that in a town so fearful of mamono he was likely being visited by one. Either that or he was having trouble recognizing when he was dreaming and had to seriously question his mental health. However, he had decided to go with the flow as much as he could, at least until he could get his visitor to agree to tell him what she was. Attempts to ask her were always diverted, ignored, or refused and he didn't want to question her too much for fear of scaring her away, but he had to admit he was getting more and more desperate to know just what was going on. The dreams always started the same way, with a phantom touch and melodic voice he was only half aware of that grew to a slow caress and eventually covered his whole body. It was hard to describe the sensations, given he was in an altered state of consciousness. But try as he might he couldn't ever seem to wake himself up, every struggle to do so would only intensify the soothing caresses and reassuring coos and whispers that eventually left him prone and pliable for her. She called herself Serafina, and rather than appearing there herself she seemed to only speak into the dream he was having. Or perhaps he dreamed as a response to her voice from outside, he wasn't sure. In the mindscape of his dreams he would imagine what she looked like, his brain trying to blend various features he found attractive in a woman, with the result being that she often changed looks over the course of the dream and sometimes was only a semi-defined feminine shape in his mind's eye. But while he only imagined her appearance, her voice, touch and presence were far more real. She would speak with him at length sometimes, and he could feel his mouth move in his sleep as he replied. More often he would feel her lips upon his own before she would slowly move them and her hands down over his chest and belly, exposing him to the cool night air until she reached his manhood, which by then would have been engorged for some time from her constant caresses. From there would come more phantom petting, gentle suckling sensations on his skin and tingling pleasures that would progress until they boiled over into truly wet dreams. She did these things, she claimed, simply because she liked him, liked fondling him and giving him pleasure, and offered no further explanation. Yet when he did awake he didn't usually find much evidence of the nocturnal emission aside from sweat. He didn't have to ask to know that she was responsible for that, albeit consuming semen didn't help him guess what she could be, as many mamono were known to have a taste for it even if their diet didn't need or normally include it. He found himself pondering yet again just what she could be. A ghost? No. Visions from being possessed by one of them were not restricted to dreams, and the images would retain a consistent appearance matching that of the ghost herself. They would probably be more random and smuttier than what he had experienced, namely making out, petting, along with hand and blow jobs too. A succubus? Unlikely. The orgasms she gave him were good but hardly supernatural. Indeed, he was pretty sure his visitor had never actually had sex with him, only used her hand and mouth, kissed and cuddled with him. From what he had heard succubi tended to ride their lovers all night, the sex being so good that they were not shy about revealing their true nature to the enraptured man in mid-coitus. Plus if a succubus came to like a man as much as he believed Serafina liked him, she would usually take him back home with her to love at her leisure. A nightmare? Possibly, but while Serafina could certainly be dominating and was very seductive, she still didn't seem to fit what he had heard of nightmares. These mysterious relatives of centaurs were said to in some mystical way actually put themselves into the dreams of their prey/lovers, and usually maintained a chosen appearance. In contrast he always had the impression that Serafina was a completely outside presence, not a bit of her mind invading his dreams, only her voice and touch. So confusing... And suddenly, there she was. The presence in his bed, the sensations upon his body. He belatedly realized he had drifted off to sleep while thinking things over, and now hovered in that state of altered-consciousness she put him in, unable to wake up or open his eyes and yet more aware than he was in normal sleep. Frustrations built in him but were soothed into nothingness within seconds at the gentle hushing coos of her voice. "Van..." Her voice... it was so beautiful, so enchanting and sexy... "Van?..." It was without doubt the most lovely voice he had ever heard. More than that, it had a hold on his mind and body. He was quite certain that if she was using any enchantment or other magic on him it had to carried by her voice. But he didn't care, she only used it to soothe and tease him after all. And keep him asleep he supposed. "Van, can you hear me?" "Y-yes..." he stuttered unsteadily in his sleep. Though she had visited him for weeks something about her still often made him feel like a young teenager again, ever anxious about saying the wrong thing to a girl. He relaxed considerably when he heard her musical laugh. "You should see the adorable face you just made, at least I know you're happy to have me in your bed again, but even so... you seem troubled by something." He marveled at how she could read him so easily. "It was... kind of a tough day, worse than usual actually. I don't know how much longer I can stay in the village, and I'm not sure what to do about it." "Then for now let me take your worries away..." Her voice felt like it was caressing him as much as her body was, and her tone had turned seductive and breathy. He knew what that meant. He tried to speak, wanting to demand some answers for once, "Wai-t I have- ah! Questions! Se-sera- ah, ahhah!" But her lips were already upon his skin, filling him with myriad sensations. "Shhh... hush now... I desire to touch your body Van... let me sate myself with you, and then we can talk." He basked in the feelings. How could she caress and feel up so much of him at once? He was sure no human body could touch him the way she was now, but he couldn't identify it further, his senses seemed dulled in this state. Still, he clearly felt the pleasurable shudder that went through him when she began licking and nibbling at his earlobe and neck. "Feel me Van... then feed me..." He had no idea what she meant by feeding her. He wasn't quite near a climax yet and his body always seemed whole in the morning... "So good Van... so good..." Her voice sounded slightly muffled, with a hint of a pleasured moan. Again he had no idea what she was talking about, but if she was happy about it so was he. It certainly did feel good. "Now, for the other Van..." came her teasing tone. He knew what this meant as well and heard his own moan when she moved his pants and then his underwear down to assault his hardened cock with her mouth. It too seemed beyond human, her jaws were too flexible, her tongue too long and prehensile. He didn't care. In his mind's eye he imagined her, a gorgeous woman engulfing his member past her sumptuous lips and sucking hard while eying his response sometimes and at others simply shutting her eyes in concentration and pleasure. The sensations on his cock slowly ceased save for that of her warm breath, and he heard her voice again as it continued to surround him, reaching clear through the fog of pleasure and echoing through his consciousness. "Would you answer a question of mine before I answer yours Van... please?" He thought he heard some slight hesitation in her words, as if she were unsure of them. This question was unusual, as it implied she would actually answer his this time. It seemed though that she wasn't going to let his answer interfere with her fun, as the sensations returned to his privates and she began using her lips in earnest. He acknowledged her question in a trembling tone, it was so hard to concentrate on anything but the phantom presence sucking on his manhood. "Y-yes." He heard a muffled giggle and had her mouth not been otherwise occupied he knew she would be smirking at him, indeed in his mind's eye he could imagine it. He then felt her mouth detaching from his member, her hands now touching it in such a way as to raise his arousal without climaxing. "If you did leave this place... Van... where would you want to go? Is there another place you long for?" Again her mouth engulfed his length. How could she expect him to answer when she was doing that?! "I- I- ah- ngh!" He felt himself climax, and was a bit surprised when Serafina neither sucked on him to extend the orgasm, nor used her tongue to keep him hard for another round as she normally did. Still, it cleared his mind a bit and he spoke as quick as his panting breath would allow. More than his need for answers, he had to first say this while his courage held. "I can't answer that, because it's not about where I'm going, it's about who I'm with." For a tense while all was silent, she seemed confused by his answer. "What do you mean Van? He continued, his voice still breathy. "I admit, sometimes I've been homesick, but never when you're here. What I long for is to be with you Sera, to see and know every bit of you. I've only lasted this long here because of your support, where I end up going doesn't matter when I know I'll feel empty if you're not there. I'd like to go wherever you end up going, if it means you would let me love you." He wondered about how silly he must have sounded, mumbling this confession in his sleep, but it was the first time he'd been able to put his feelings for her into words like that, and if he had remained silent he would never have forgiven himself. As good as what they had felt it also felt incomplete, emotionally and physically. He wanted to know who this goddess was, where she came from, why she had fallen for a lowly shoemaker like him. Yet her voice seemed skeptical. "Could you really devote yourself to a future with someone you barely know?" Her words stung, true there was a great deal he didn't know about her, but all the same he still knew her didn't he? He knew she had a cheerful, even silly, personality when she wasn't in a seductive mood. She enjoyed watching the stars at night, and sunbathing during the day. She was a very forward person when it came to showing her opinions as well as her affections, and while at first she gave the impression of being rather carefree it was easy to see she was in fact very intelligent. On another note, while she had not directly had sex with him the amount she seemed to pleasure herself (judging by sounds she tended to make) while pleasuring him indicated a very high libido, though that was common to most all mamono. Lastly, she had a surprisingly strong temper, if the fierce tone she often took in reaction to his treatment by the villagers was any indication. But where she came from, just who and what she was, that was all still a mystery. He steeled his courage again. "I know enough. I know you're not human... and I don't care. I don't care what you are, to me you're the only one I've ever been able to share my heart with since my parents died. That's more than a lot of human couples have. I refuse to believe that all the things I feel for you are just lies and hormones. I want you, all of you. That's why I can't stand you hiding from me. I want to truly make love with you Serafina, I want us to be more than these dream trysts!" The sensations now grew around his upper body and in turn his vision of her in the dream moved forward and embraced him, holding him for short while. He heard a relieved, pleasured sigh and felt the tingles from her breath on his ear. "I was really hoping you would say something like that. I didn't want to force you to go further, but my patience was just about up. I want to be with you forever, I want to mate with you and sate myself in you again and again. I don't think I can hold myself back much longer," she said with lustful breaths. Van was overjoyed, and more than a little turned-on, at Serafina's admission to wanting him so much. "Really? Then please, can you let me wake up? I'll- ahhn-gah!" A sudden burst of arousal in his groin stifled his words with a frustrated groan. He imagined Serafina was wearing a thoroughly pleased grin as she fondled the genitals of his sleeping body. It made him desire all the more to awake and see her, but he found it hard to even think when she was touching him like that. "Hush now my pet," she said, using one of the endearments she often brought out when seducing him. "Don't ask questions now, but answer mine. I love you. I want you. I want to make you mine and mine alone. But are you willing to let go of everything to have me, to accept whatever you find? Are you prepared if... if I turn out to not be what you hoped...?" He could hear the worry, even fear in her tone, and the dream woman before him changed her face to match the expression he imagined the real her was now wearing. "How you look doesn't matter to me!" He assured her fervently, trying to speak to the true presence he could feel around him rather than the dreamt illusion before him. "So long as you are truly the woman I have come to know you as, nothing else matters to me." She did not sound convinced. "You say that now but..." "I mean it! Please, understand I do not place you under some idle illusion of perfection! Your forceful nature, how stubborn you can be, they only make me love you more! If I can't be your husband, if whatever race you belong to does not practice that rite, I will accept that, so long as you let me be a part of your life! Please-" his voice cracked and he felt some shame for pleading like this, but his ego was far from a current priority. Rather the silence that ensued worried him, as he realized that referring to her as forceful and stubborn may not have been the best way of proposing to her. Her laugh finally eased his tension. "Be careful darling, compliments like that could make me want to punish you in all sorts of ways," she accented with the wry, sexy tone she liked to use when teasing him, before her voice turned warmer, "I know I have been stubborn tonight with all these questions, but truly... my greatest desire from the start has been to have you say these things to me, and to make you all mine..." He wasn't sure if she meant as a husband, lover, or sex toy, but he really didn't care either. So long as she loved him and stayed with him, it was enough. "And I assure you..." He felt a pleasant tingle as her voice seemed to get closer. "While I am the woman you know, I am also much more, especially when it comes to making love. You see for women like me, marriage is taken more seriously than it is by most humans. The greatest of my passions are reserved for my husband, my mate, alone." "For women... like you?" He repeated, the indication of how much she had been holding back during these trysts both exciting and intimidating him a bit. "Come to me, and see for yourself. If you truly wish to know me, if you burn for me as I burn for you, come and I will reveal to you everything..." Her sweet, beautiful voice now lulled his mind into a stupor, but her words still embedded themselves firmly into his memory. "Leave the village by morning, and travel south along the main road and then into the forest until you reach the border of the Great Labyrinths. I will wait for you there. It's only about half a day's journey there but be sure to pack enough for staying the night." Her instructions caused a sudden panic to pull him out of the mental daze she had placed him in. "B-but h-how will I find you? And why there? That area is huge, and it's a maze of canyons, streams and caverns. Plus there's the forest, how-" He felt a finger on his lips and her sweet titter filled his ears. "Shh, just trust me, like a good little boy," she teased, then added with a hungered longing, "I will find you, I will answer your questions, and then we will be mated. Here there are too many people around us, I want to be assured that there are no interruptions. To do that I must make sure our rendezvous site is ready by warning away anyone who might cause either of us problems. Now return to your dreams my pet, you will need to be rested for what's to come." She kissed him once more and with that she was gone. The mental image he had made of the beautiful woman remained, but no longer were the sensations of her body so intense, and no more did he feel her presence as he had when Serafina was voicing the vision. She had left him once again, and he was stunned at the feelings of loss and loneliness that filled him. He had told her he loved her, maybe he hadn't worded it in the best of ways but still she had said she loved him too hadn't she?! So why did she have to leave? Why did they have to meet out in the wilderness?! And why did she refer to him as "little boy"?! Sure it was sexy when she was seducing him, but he couldn't help but wonder why she chose that term at times. He may have been slightly shorter than most men in the area, and he considered his manhood fairly average, but he was far from what anyone could call "little." Wasn't he? When he asked she had told him it was because she was a few years older than him and that they were in fact about the same height standing, but the endearment still made him self-conscious at times. He preferred "darling" or even "pet" most of the time. Confused and disillusioned, he soon fully awoke in his bed, sitting up immediately to scan his dark room for any sign of her. But as always there was none. For a minute he could swear he could feel his skin still tingling from her touch, and the small sheet he used as a blanket no longer covered him. Yet the sensations faded soon, and for all he knew he had pulled the sheet off in his sleep due to it being a warm night. His pants were on still, but then he thought he remembered the sensation of her pulling them back up before her visit had ended. Regardless, the memory of her words remained clear in his mind and he remained convinced that it had not been a mere dream. He was also still hard, his erection straining in his underwear. Given what she had planned for him he guessed she wanted him to save up as much as he could, so he didn't bother to finish himself off and simply relaxed, thoughts of what the next day might bring filling him as he drifted back to sleep. The Serpent and the Shoemaker The Serpent and the Shoemaker "'Listen,' like that hypnosis-trick you used before?" he replied testily, recalling how she had put him to sleep. "No, no more charmed speech, just normal talking, I promise," she assured him hastily. Van was still a bit annoyed. "I don't see how this can be considered normal. And you seem to have been making a lot of promises lately." "And I intend to keep them," Serafina replied. "Besides, my charm voice doesn't work as well if you're expecting and resisting it." "Good to know," Van said with just a bit of exasperation as he calmed enough to take note of how worried Serafina sounded. "Look, I'll say it again, I want to see you. You really think I'd come all the way down here just to run away?" "Well... no, but-" "Then it's time you tried trusting me like I trusted you. Let me loose, let me see you. Please Serafina, you don't have to be afraid," he told her soothingly. For a moment all was silent. "... you're right," she finally said, appearing to regain some confidence. "It's really quite shameful of me to act like this, I'm proud of what I am. So here goes..." His bonds came undone quite strangely, like he was being unwrapped rather than untied. The fleshy, cool impression he had of them was reinforced as they glided over his skin. His eyes freed seconds before his body was, he tried to get his bearings while his eyes adjusted to the low light level of his surroundings. He was facing away from where his bonds were unwrapping and so the first thing he saw was that he was laying on the floor of a large cavern, a small stream running in front of the entrance. The air felt pleasantly cool and moist compared to the heat outside. A few feet away lay his pack of supplies, including the pepper powder, while his knife had been taken from his pants and placed with his pack. He also now realized he was still fully clothed, which actually surprised him a bit given how much Serafina liked to grope him. Rolling over and looking up, he squinted at beams of light that holes in the cavern ceiling let in. Rubbing his eyes, he finally looked to where his abductor/love interest had moved herself near one of the light rays. In those seconds he poured his attention on every detail he could make out as he finally laid eyes on his mystery lover. She still wore her cloak, but it was open in the front now and her hood was down, revealing her face. And what a face it was. Her eyes were the most obvious, each a crimson red with a wide vertical slit for a pupil. As she turned away nervously, looking more toward the sunlight, he noted how her pupils thinned into finer slits. Clearly she had good night vision. But that was a minor observation compared to everything else. Her hair was a light violet and done up in a long ponytail that she had let hang over the front of her shoulder. In addition to looking very smooth and silky her hair appeared long enough, if undone from the ponytail, to extend down the full length of her back. Her skin appeared unblemished and creamy in color, smooth in texture. Her ears were pointed much like an elf's and the ears of a number of other mamono types and from them hung a pair of golden earrings. Overall her face gave off a mature, sultry feel with a hint of softness in her features. Drawing his gaze to her upper body he took in her build, she was thin but not overly so, a obviously substantial bust supported and partially hidden by a brassiere-like wrapping of cloth colored to match her red eyes. Her waist narrowed an attractive degree, though it was far from stick-thin, before splaying smoothly at her hips where she wore a short sarong wrap colored the same crimson as her top. In the seconds it took him to take this in he got up from his hands and knees and stepped toward her, his eyes widening at what he saw below the short skirt of the sarong. For what above the wrap was pale creamy skin, below became a row of broad, darker but still creamy belly scales, small brick red scales forming to each side of the belly scales to cover the rest of her lower body. Her quite substantial lower body. For below her waist stretched what appeared to be at least sixteen feet of serpentine form, her reddish scales shimmering where the light from the ceiling openings hit them. In response to his astonished stare and perhaps on defensive reflex, she meekly began drawing her lower body into a tight coil, as if in a attempt to make it less noticeable. 'A snake woman... but I see no snakes in her hair... that would make her a lamia... Serafina is... a lamia...' He knelt back down on one knee, never taking his eyes off her. Dozens of questions ran through Van's mind, not the least of which being how when he saw her earlier she had legs. However, the uncertainty, even fear, in her eyes made him soon realize there was something more important he needed to say. "By the gods..." he smiled at her, "you're even more beautiful than I'd imagined." Serafina let out a held breath and closed her eyes with a relieved sigh. "If you weren't such an awful liar I might think you were just saying that... but I can't deny it anymore." Her succulent lips turned up in a pleased grin, "Now I know, even having never seen me, your feelings for me really were real. To think, things would work out like this... it's already more than I had ever hoped for..." she seemed to say to herself in wonderment as she turned fully back to him. With her bright smile he noted another feature, short but sharp white fangs. They both chuckled in sudden awkwardness, and for a time continued to take each other in, till Van felt the need to break the silence. He stood up and took a few steps toward her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, unsure of himself again. "Although I am a little surprised, I've never heard or read about lamia courting sleeping men." "We are usually more direct," she replied, the spark in her eyes showing the full return of her confidence. "I saw you first when you came to that little town, I tasted your scent on the wind and followed the wagon you were on all the way there." As she spoke she brought a finger to her lips and licked it as she reminisced on the arousing scent that had first attracted her to him. "I wanted to seduce you next time you left but it turned out you had settled there so I had to change tactics. If I could sneak into the town at night and use my voice on you, I could get you to trust me and eventually leave the town." Her expression turned thoughtful. "That was my original plan... but then as time went by and we got to know each other better, I started to worry more and more about how you would react to really seeing me. Usually we move so fast to claim a man that there's no time to worry about things like that. My kin would certainly laugh at how much time I took, but you were the first man I ever found that I could be sure about being compatible with, so I didn't want anything to go wrong, sometimes being forceful can ruin things." Van blinked. "Wait, what do you mean by 'compatible'?" "A lamia can tell a lot from a man's scent," she stated silkily, her seductive mood now returning as she slowly slithered closer to him, her body gliding over the cavern floor with seemingly no effort. "We don't just use our noses, our tongues pick up a lot more: your age, your health, your arousal... but more than that we can pick up on the makeup of your body. Every human body is different, just as every mamono is different. It's a part of most mamono's instincts to pick up on that and be attracted to a man whose own body is best suited to having children with them." They now stood but a foot apart, the lamia breaking Van's gaze as she looked to the side, for a moment unsure of how to continue. "But that's not the only thing. I mean it's not all about the body, it's about the mind too and how the way a man thinks and feels changes the way his scent tastes. Since we often can't court men the way humans do, it's useful for figuring out how good someone could be as a potential mate. A lot of men taste good, some better than others, and some don't taste good at all, but when a lamia finds a man whose scent makes her heart race and her whole body feel warm, that's love at first taste, that's what a wise lamia seeks in a mate. That's what you were for me Van." "Love at first taste... wow," Van repeated, only for his paranoid side to kick in. "Uh, but then what happens if you find someone later who tastes even better?" She brought her face up to his and held his hands. "That won't happen. Once a lamia has bonded with a mate no man but her husband will taste so good. Our own bodies will adapt to him as his adapts to us. We give our heart and body up to our husband, it's why it is such a horrible trauma for a lamia if her mate ever willfully betrays her. For her there will never be another man, so to lose his loyalty... the feeling is as if a part of her own body were being severed. It's maddening," she said emotionally. Van now grasped her hands and stared into her eyes. "Serafina I would never willfully betray you or hurt you." He added the willful part as she did, since in a world with powerful seduction magic one didn't always have a choice. She brought his left hand up to her cheek and closed her eyes, basking in his touch. "Yes, I know that now." Opening her eyes, she gave him a new, heated look. "Which also means, my sweet Van, that I can finally stop holding myself back. So if you have a question you'd really like to ask then ask it fast." For a moment Van was taken aback at how her tail end was beginning to quiver with excitement and the sheer amount of desire he could see in her eyes. Questions? He blinked and shook his head to clear it. Yes! That's right! Questions! He had many questions! ...didn't he? The alluring woman rubbing up against him certainly made it hard to think of any offhand and so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "M-m-my dreams! Ho-how-" he sputtered. "You want to know how I did it, right?" she asked coyly, swaying her body about in a sensuous dance, arms raised over her head to draw attention to the rest of her as she slid against him at intervals. "Uh... uh huh, yeah," he nodded, feeling tongue-tied as she lowered her arms and had her fingers trail, trace and feel him up. She gave him a seductive smile and began to circle him as she spoke, making eye contact and adding a husky or even hissing lilt to her words seemingly whenever it would be most effective at arousing him. "Well... I'd watch and wait until I was sure you were asleep before sneaking in, these ears aren't just for show you know," she noted, moving her ears down and up in emphasis. "Then I'd pick that rusty lock on your door..." Van suppressed the urge to gulp nervously as she demonstrated how she picked the lock, lengthening the nails on one of her hands into long claws that he thought looked even more suited to slicing the flesh of enemies. Such thoughts were banished though as she returned her hand to normal and reached out to caress his cheek tenderly, albeit the look in her eyes was more hungry than sweet. "I'd use the magic in my voice to lull you into a special sleep, then slip in and wrap myself alllll around you." She embraced him, her eyes and voice mesmerizing, before turning to speak softly in his ear. "I'd hold you like this, kiss you and suck on your neck until you moaned for me, the taste of your blood always made me feel so hot." "M-my blood?" Van stammered under her close attentions. "But I never felt-" "You wouldn't have," she interrupted with a finger to his lips. "A bite like mine feels good and heals fast, and I never took enough blood to effect your body." She moved her lips to the side of his face. "Then I'd whisper into your ear just like this to enchant your dreams and unleash your desires. I'd arouse your body by rubbing it all over with mine, and I'd tell you all about me and how I felt, while you spoke to me in your sleep. I was touched how you bared your soul to me, and a part of me wanted to continue like that forever, I was so afraid of you rejecting me once you knew the truth. But at the same time, I couldn't keep withholding my desire for you, masturbating to our dream trysts just wasn't enough. I wanted you body and soul, aware of what I was and able to give you all my passionssss." "I- I want that too," he panted, his heart already beating like mad. "I want to pleasure you too, as much as I can." "You really mean that?" "Yes, I do." "It's not that simple though." "What do you mean?" "Normally, when we first seduce a man, the sex is... casual you might say. It brings great pleasure, but for us it's entirely too..." she paused as if searching for a proper word, "fast, to truly give a release. It's not the man's fault, our bodies just require much longer and greater stimulation than others, more than most men can hope to give on their own." Van was puzzled, "then, what should I do?" "You do nothing," she sniffed his neck and placed a kiss there, "except relax and let me prepare you." "Prepare me?" he repeated, a bit of doubt in his voice. It was well known that making love with a monster girl could be as exhausting as it was pleasurable, and fit or not he couldn't help wonder if his body could take it. Then again he had said he wanted to do everything he could to pleasure her and he still meant it. He shook his head, "no, never mind, forget I asked..." Serafina cupped his face with her hands and smiled at him in a adoring but still heated manner. "Don't be so nervous Van, you might feel overwhelmed at first, but in the end... mmm... I'll make sure it's your new favorite pastime. But for the moment, let's just start with a kissss, you would like that, wouldn't you?" she asked coyly, her lips but an inch away from his. "Y-yes, yes I would..." Van's breaths had sped to pants as her fingers massaged his cheeks and jaw. "Good boy," Her gaze turned sexier still, "my saliva will help loosen you up, among other things..." "Your- your sal-mmn!?-" His dazed question was cute off as she pulled him into a long and passionate kiss, her supple lips and flexible jaw keeping him off balance more than long enough for her tongue to slither in and coat his mouth with her juices. His muffled sounds of confusion soon turned to pleasured moans as she continued to kiss him for some time, her arms' grip on him fierce and passionate. Van became aware of a number of things during this time. For one Serafina could indeed open her mouth wider than a normal human, albeit not comparable to a real snake. And while her tongue did not seem to be forked, it was much longer, thinner, and stronger than his own, letting it do all kinds of wonderful things in his mouth. Most of all she tasted wonderful, a spicy and sweet mix he'd never experienced before. A pleasing, giddy feeling passed through him in waves, all his worried thoughts drifting away with it. Perhaps it was only her saliva making him think so, but she seemed incredible at this, every touch of her lips simultaneously easing and exciting him till all he could think about was to focus all his attention on their joined mouths. He felt no sign of her sharp teeth, but then it was his mouth that was mostly being entered, her lips sucking on his at times, massaging at others. Her saliva certainly did relax him, quite literally many of his muscles soon became languid. He couldn't get his arms to work very easily, and basically flailed them in clumsy attempts to embrace her back, and the movements of his mouth and tongue were so unsure that she easily dominated and guided them. His knees felt weak, but that didn't matter because she was holding him... and he was floating, so happy... he could do this forever... "W... wow..." The sound of his own dazed voice brought him back to reality, where he found Serafina had released him from the kiss, still holding him up and looking at him with a slight blush and a look that reminded him of a woman fawning over a pet or baby. "Oh you were so cute just now Van..." she cooed. "I love making you moan and stutter like that... and it seems you get even harder from my kisses when you're awake," she noted, eying his tented pants with a wry smirk. Nose to nose she stared deep into his eyes, Van transfixed by their reptilian beauty. "I bet like this I could get you to do anything I wanted." "Uh huh," was all Van managed to grunt, straining to not blink so he could continue to stare into those eyes. He was sure he could see the occasional spark of magic in them, and while not truly hypnotized he had no desire to look away. "I like your eyes too," she whispered and kissed him on the nose. "They were always shut when I came to see you before." "Well... now you can look into them whenever... whenever you want..." Van trailed off, still in a dreamy daze. "Yesss, but it's your taste I can't get enough of!" She engulfed him in another lengthy kiss. "Your mouth..." he muttered unsteadily once she released him again. "I'm feeling a bit... a bit strange." Strange but good that is. "Don't worry," she assured him. "It may not be a super aphrodisiac like alraune nectar, but my saliva can still do all kinds of things and the mixture changes depending on what I want." "Then... this feeling is... your venom?" "Sort of, but not nearly so potent. I do have a special venom, but you won't be experiencing that until later. I have to get you ready for it. What you're feeling now is just something to ease your mind and body. You see, I need most of you to be relaxed for the things to come." "Most of me?" he repeated. Her eyes were mischievous as she lightly stroked his hardened member through his pants with the end of tail. "Most of you." She stared deeply in his eyes again. "Now, Van... I'm about to move things up a level. Prepare yourself... I'm going to show you pleasure beyond anything you felt in those dreams." "There you go warning me again..." Van stated as he realized something. She had been so forceful getting him in here that he was surprised she hadn't simply started ripping his clothes off. It seemed she really had only wanted to make sure he would listen to her and not run away. "You never really wanted to force me, did you?" "Silly boy. Lamia don't force..." She slid a finger tantalizingly across his chest, her other hand releasing the long ponytail and letting her full, splendid locks cascade over her back with a shake of her head. "...we seduce." She then slithered past him and looked over her shoulder, eying him hotly as she loosened her cloak and used her tail to lay it spread out on a smooth patch of stone floor, a beam of light illuminating her through a crack in the sealing. "And for a lamia, there is no arousal quite like being with a man willing to surrender to the tender mercies of her coilssss. But know thisss my pet... once she has you there, she won't let go easily, not until she's been satisssfied.." She continued to accentuate her words with deft, suggestive movements of her hips and upper body, the tip of her tail smoothly loosening the simple ties that bound her top and loincloth to her. Van was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a moment when she turned back around, her clothes sliding off of her upper body as she did so and revealing the full opulent splendor of her ripe breasts, her nipples already hardened in expectation. The slight blush she wore with her confident expression seemed to make her all the more attractive. He eyed her up and then down to where her tail was finishing removing and placing the loincloth aside, the merging point of woman and reptile now in view. The afternoon light, now dimming a bit in the cavern, made him want to see her closer, in more detail, but he was too stupefied to move. The Serpent and the Shoemaker Her lustful stare turned to amusement when after several seconds he had failed to do anything more than ogle her, breathing hard and practically salivating. "Do you need further invitation lover?" As she spoke the tip of her tail entered his line of vision and suggestively beckoned him with a rhythmic waving motion before lightly wrapping his right hand and tugging him a bit toward her before letting go. "I want you to look and feel." The nudge was all he needed to stumble the few steps it took to reach her, his body practically on autopilot and his mind enraptured by her voice. He held out his arms, wanting to embrace and fondle her to his lust's content, and was shocked to have her powerful coils rise up to entrap him instead. With effortless grace more and more of her serpent portion wrapped about him and he soon felt his feet leave the ground. Just like when he had first awoken he got the distinct impression escaping from her grip would not be possible for him. And did he imagine it or did a portion of her tail muscles just contract in such a way as to lightly grope his butt? Regardless, blood rushed to his head as all the pressure of her tail transferred to his feet and he found himself dangling upside down. Serafina only smiled at his perplexed expression. "You're overdressed, lover. Allow me to fix that." Van thought of protesting this, thought of arguing that he was perfectly capable of taking off his own clothes, but he banished those thoughts the instant the lamia began removing his shirt. Her hands methodically caressed their way over his belly and down his chest, her tongue and lips slowly running over every bit of flesh exposed by removing the shirt. Discarding his shirt and hugging him from the back, she transferred her tail's grip to his now naked upper body and suspended him in the air again, no longer upside down. His shoes and socks had been removed when she entered the cavern, so she proceeded to pulling his pants and underwear down. She chuckled a bit at how he involuntarily blushed and flinched while watching her actions. "Such a nice body you have..." the lamia crooned in a husky, appreciative tone, causing Van to redden further. She smoothly moved a lock of hair from hanging in front of her face, her stare ever intense. "Are you shy? Eh, are you? I've seen it all before, remember? Not that I mind, you're cute like this." She then gave his already hard member a gentle kiss that started affectionate before turning erotic as she gently pulled and nibbled at the foreskin to carefully peel it back. She even drew her lips over the head and sucked on him vigorously for a few seconds before releasing his now throbbing cock. True she had seen it all before, but he hadn't had to see her see it, there was a difference, not that he had the opportunity or desire to tell her that. Instead his mind reeled in dissatisfaction over the amazing but extremely brief fellatio. He was naked now and Serafina's teasing look had returned to a fully lustful one as Van hung suspended there by her tail that now began wrapping him up more fully. Carrying him like this she slithered a short distance before laying him down, proceeding to restrain his arms, legs and parts of his trunk in loops of her body. He glanced around him, noting he was placed where she had laid her cloak out like a blanket, far more comfortable than the cool stone floor that made up most of the cavern. More comfortable still were Serafina's coils, smooth as silk and starting to feel warmer and softer as she continued to rub them over him in a strange yet incredibly erotic pulsing massage. He could feel the masses of muscles rippling under her skin and couldn't help but become increasingly aware of how easily she could squeeze the life out of him if she chose to. Yet instead she was using those muscles to fondle him, occasional rippling contractions and undulations creating an increasingly arousing and massaging effect. All the while she used her hands, lips and tongue upon his skin for added effect. At times he could feel her lifting his whole body up, using her coils and arms to turn his body about to better tease areas she had been neglecting, and to watch in amusement as his body twitched and convulsed with pleasure to the background noise of his heavy breaths and gasps. Particular attention was being paid to his genitals, the end of her tail gently wrapping and caressing his balls and shaft at intervals, his hips struggling to thrust on reflex against the scaly restraints of her lower body, his body increasingly desperate to maintain contact, pressure and the pleasure that resulted. Van eventually noticed the heavy breathing in the room was not just his own and opened his eyes to look at Serafina. Her own eyes were shut in pleasure as she sighed and murmured contentedly, her right hand apparently teasing her clit, which he had still not seen clearly, and the other caressing and squeezing one of her breasts while her tail continued to work on Van. Her slowly increasing fervency and the telltale glimmer of fluid on her right hand gave proof to her rising arousal. Watching her was arousing in and of itself, and as much as he wanted to forever lay in her serpentine caresses he was also desperate to touch her upper body, to kiss and fondle her with all the care and passion she was showing him. Yet he could not summon the energy to more than halfheartedly struggle and reach for her, her coils and saliva had simply relaxed all but his hips and cock too much to do more. Serafina seemed to notice his efforts though, as she soon opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling in amusement at the rather pitiable site of Van reaching for her with such a desperate look in his eyes, unashamed by the whining plea he was making as if he were an infant begging for a bottle. She opened her arms invitingly. "Poor baby, come to Sera..." Her coils lifted him bodily against her and she embraced him in a hungry kiss, Van clumsily groping with his already free hand, the other pressed against his body in her coils until he managed to slip it out to caress her further, languid muscles be damned. She continued to tease though, keeping his hips restrained and just far enough away from her humanoid portion to keep him from grinding against her hip region effectively. He groaned in frustration and felt her smirk as she broke the kiss for a breathy comment before capturing his lips again. "Don't be in such a hurry, we've only just begun..." The lack of friction was frustrating to the point that he whimpered without shame, but it was made up for when amidst the intense make out session he felt the tip of her tail wrapping around his cock, intermittently squeezing and loosening, while caressing in ways that made him moan all the more than from the kiss alone. Squeezing and loosening, squeezing and loosening... His moans turned to a loud and startled shout when the caressing tail was suddenly replaced by a firmer object that pressed itself under his balls and vibrated with amazing intensity. Had he not been restrained he might have leaped in the air, and even so he convulsed violently, Serafina neither losing her grip or the kiss she had him locked in but moaning in apparent pleasure over feeling his exertions ripple through her body. She released his mouth, allowing him to look down and back to see what was pleasuring him. Where her tail had formerly ended in a tapered, prehensile tip, there was now a tough, prehensile, segmented rattle, cupping and caressing his balls as it vibrated with a drumming hum. She smiled at his expression of confusion. "One of my special tricks," she stated with a wink before increasing the intensity of the vibrations to where he couldn't speak, being reduced to incoherent cries of pleasure. "So noisy," she stated, her own breath a bit labored and a sigh of pleasure on her lips. "Let's make some good use of that mouth of yours." She folded her arms under her chest to press her large breasts together and up suggestively to show off their full voluptuous glory. "These have only felt your hands so far." She squeezed and kneaded them in emphasis. Trembling with anticipation, he obliged as soon as she moved him close enough, burying his face in her cleavage, his mouth taking in all he could of the sumptuous flesh, sucking and nibbling, licking and kissing them until he located a pert nipple and focused his assaults on it. Soon he moved her other breast enough with his free hand to pleasure both hard buds at the same time and alternately. Serafina lifted her head back and moaned appreciatively. "Yesssss... that's it, suck on them, play with them... drink from them... ngh!" Drink from them? Lamia didn't produce milk, or did they? He ceased to care as his attentions started to cause a warm, sweet liquid to emerge. It wasn't exactly milk, it was more like the saliva he had tasted early, only thicker and more potent. He wanted more, and massaged her breasts in turn to send the invigorating fluid shooting into his mouth and down his throat. The initial burst of desperate want for it passed and he soon was content quietly suckling while continued to knead both breasts, his arousal remaining steady. A sound between a purr and a hiss issued from her lips as she used her arms to cradle his head to her chest. "That's good my pet... you must keep up your strength, drink of my vitality and make it your ownnnn ahn!..." She cried out and practically tore his lips from her nipple, which for a few seconds continued to leak the strange liquid, her whole body shuddering with a wave of arousal that had surprised Sera. Pleasure that intense normally took longer than this for her body to build up to, at least when masturbating. Regardless, it sent her into a frenzy for a short time, as she spun Van around, pressed herself against his back, her coils between them moving to allow her chest, hip region and lips increased contact with his skin, and rubbed her whole upper body up and down him, Van crying out in turn before she resumed a more sedate pace. While her rattle continued its wonderful work she now kissed and nipped at his neck from behind, her arms wrapped around him possessively and encouraging him to lean back against the soft swells of her breasts. Intermittently her tongue would teasingly flick in his ear with a rapid, feathery touch that sent strange tingles through him, sending him squirming in her tight embrace. He soon also noticed the skin where she had kissed and nipped him was left somewhat moist and oddly but pleasantly warm. Seeing tiny bits of blood from pinprick-sized holes on his shoulder alerted him to how she was biting harder than he had realized, the warmth she left seeming to blot out pain. She had unwrapped some of the loops of coil around his body, exposing more of his skin to her lips, and sliding those parts of her tail fully under him as sort of scaly mattress over where her cloak lay. She continued her nibbling, licking ministrations down to his torso, and from this angle he was sure he could see two trails of saliva dripping from her fangs. It was of a more liquid feel than her regular saliva, and everywhere it touched his skin it left him feeling that warm, pleasant, throbbing heat. He could also see how in her kisses and licks she was intently pressing the odd saliva into the tiny, shallow holes her fangs had left on his skin, seemingly helping the saliva soak into him. What was it, some kind of anesthetic? Never mind, that didn't matter to him now. What did was how she had inclined the coil his back and head rested on enough for him to easily watch what she was about to do, Van blushing in eager expectation as her previous teasing tastes of him had been far too brief for his liking. This time her mouth took him in all the way to the base of his member, and gave a few weak suckles as if to tease him again. Amidst the fellatio he could feel her fangs scraping gently against his bulging cock and see similar saliva to what he noted earlier being left in their wake whenever she drew back a bit. He wanted to just lay back and bask in this. Yet, as he noted earlier, not all of him was relaxed. The muscles of his erection were working to the point that he doubted he had ever been so hard before. It was then he noted a wry gleam in her eyes, but his suspicion was forgotten as she amazingly opened her jaws wider, taking his cock in past the base, and pressing the tips of her fangs directly into where the skin of his cock joined the skin of his lower abdomen, her lower jaw feeling up his balls. She was moving her head from side to side a bit and pressing experimentally with her teeth, as though measuring and testing where best to sink her fangs in. Wait. Sink her fangs in? No sooner had he thought this though then she struck, piercing through his skin with all the ease of a knife into butter. Surprisingly he felt no pain, it seemed her earlier slathering of saliva and venom had numbed him to all sensations except pleasure. Yet, despite being painless, the puncture was forceful enough to stir his sluggish muscles, and his body jerked and thrashed in convulsions. Actually, more than the puncture, his body seemed to be reacting to the venom even as she pumped it in, intensifying his aroused seizure. She held firm with no difficulty, her coils and grip tightening to keep him from jostling her position as she pumped venom into him, her loud, muffled moans indicating she found the process quite pleasing. Finally she let go and drew her mouth back, her teeth having left surprisingly small holes that barely bled. "Mmmm... yes... now we can truly begin the foreplay." "Be-begin?" he stuttered. 'None of this was even real foreplay to her?!' "Like I said," she whispered, licking at his glans and giggling at how his whole cock twitched in response, "my body needs a lot of stimulation. There was no way you could last long enough on your own. Well... maybe if you were an incubus you could, but that's not important now." "I'm not s-ure I understa-nd," he moaned under her touch and the effects of the venom. The lamia directed her eyes back to his cock. "You'll see." With that she slowly took in his length again and began sucking on him with still more force than before. Van had limited sexual experience, but he was pretty sure this was beyond anything a human woman could do, without magical enhancements at least. That made him wonder how Serafina could expect him to endure this for long, especially when her venom only seemed to make him feel hornier. Her mouth continued to attend his member, her coils still caressing the rest of him. The instinct to cum was now strong enough to truly rouse the rest of his pacified body, and as he tried to push past the plateau of pleasure he'd reached it seemed to only intensify his sensations. Yet there was no release, and while part of him told him to simply enjoy it, his body was convinced that he should have orgasmed by now, and worked all the harder to do so. The results were his strongest convulsions yet, both in pleasure and frustration, ending in temporary exhaustion as her coils absorbed his every thrashing movement. In his daze he noticed that the rhythm of her muscular massage had changed, and her rattle had changed its rhythm as well. Now at intervals it went from being still and pressing against his balls, to vibrating with great intensity, sending his pleasure lower and higher in waves that seemed to match the intermittent pleasured murmurs he could hear from Serafina herself. He realized then that her mouth was no longer on his cock either. Van wearily opened his eyes to spy her human half over him but not touching him. Instead she was fingering her breasts and clit more fiercely than before. Her voice was breathy, a husky tone that seemed saturated in her own pleasure. "Mmmm! Oh yes... Yesss... I love it when you squirm like that... feels so good Van... so good... squirm for me, wriggle and turn, let me feel it more!" She panted lustily, and he could see the inside of her mouth was sticky with her mating saliva. She opened her eyes, glazing with lust, and brought his wrapped-up body even closer, adjusting a length of coil again to fully reveal his hip region, as well as manipulating his arms from his sides to over his head before wrapping them tight again. She then bent him back so that both his hands and feet just barely touched the floor, his rock-hard cock now rising as the tallest point of his body. A sense of anticipation filled him as he felt her human portion rise over his hips, her fingers lightly tracing his cock. Just what was she about to do? He struggled to look up, but could barely see over her thick coils until she moved further forward, gazing into his eyes while he felt her hands reach down to caress the inside of his thighs. "Now I'm going to make you squirm lots more..." she breathed in promise, licking her lips sensually. He was too enraptured to respond, and this seemed to please her as she smiled and moved back over his hips. Again his vision was cut off by her coils around his chest, but he didn't need to see to know what was going on. He could feel everything. Her hands were propping the sides of his hips, and her warm breath was over the head of his cock. First he only felt her tongue extending around his arousal, squeezing and teasing it once more. He could feel the lubricating, arousing lather of her saliva seep into his skin, his own precum steadily bubbling out at intervals. For a time her lips were closed around the head of his cock, kissing and sucking at it, lubing it but making no attempt to swallow him deeper. Suddenly her mouth retreated and she enveloped his erection between her breasts, her hardened nipples briefly pressing against the base of his abdomen in amazing contrast to the incredible softness that surrounded them. She then began to steadily knead them against his cock in a fleshy massage, her nipples moving in turn. His strained, heavy-breathed moans grew louder and more pleasured. "Like that?" Like it? He LOVED it! "How about this?" Her tail upped its pleasuring rattles. Gods. "My juices have prepared your body, my tail and breasts are in place," she stated, her breaths deep and steady. "Now I just have to add my mouth..." Gods no. "I call it triple ecstasy." He moaned helplessly. "Mmm... I've wanted to try this technique on you for a while. You should feel fortunate, Van, I thought this up with you in mind." She began again to tease his penis with flicks from the tip of her tongue. Then quickly she wrapped that tongue around the sensitive head of his cock and stuck the tip in against the head, vibrating it slightly and not stopping her other movements. He could feel tears well in his eyes. It was too much. Too wonderful. Where before she had gone slowly she now swallowed his cock's length in one eager go while continuing to rub her breasts around his testicles. Within her mouth her tongue would continue to enwrap him and take the sensations further, while together with her lips she sucked him in earnest. Intermittently she would release his cock and again nipple fuck it before going back to fellatio or doing both at once, sucking and licking the head of his member while massaging the base with her breasts. All the while her rattle continued a steady humming vibration below and about his scrotum, his increasingly engorged balls throbbing with the rapid beats. Van's member continued to twitch strongly inside her mouth, even more when her dexterous tongue began licking up the precum that seeped from the tip of his cock like lava from a volcano. His enwrapped arms jerked as well against the restraint, his hands frantically clawing at the smooth floor, trying to find purchase, something solid to hold onto and use as leverage to thrust his hips, but all he could grab was her cloak. And so he had to accept the careful leverage her coils were giving him, though it was not enough for him to thrust as hard as his body was desperate to.