Serpentine Destiny

Tiassa writhed on her cushions, and her tail curled even tighter. He could feel the muscles roiling beneath his arm as he drank up her nectar. A swipe of his tongue over the ring of her canal drew a yelp, a shudder, and prompted her to reach down to stroke her hand over his short hair.

Even though he had been in a fog of charming magic, he had wondered about how quickly Alissa had reached orgasm, considering how prematurely he had ejaculated. It was obvious as he tongued her green-haired sister. Every inch of his diameter had been stimulating her pleasure ring. He turned his attention to Tiassa's to do the same for her.

He started with quick flicks of his tongue. Every touch caused the green-scaled Lamia to writhe and whimper. A broad-tongued lap made her yelp. Her tail uncoiled, and the tip slapped hard against the stone floor, beyond her cushions. It happened again when he gave her a second stroke of the tongue.

She shrieked and nearly bucked him off when he circled her clitoral ring with the tip of his tongue.

Aris continued to lap the sensitive circle. Tiassa's cries grew louder and her indrawn breaths ragged — desperate. Her tail lashed out, scattering pillows about the chamber. She pulled him tight against her cloaca, and only seconds later, she came with an ear-piercing screech that matched her sister's.

Though she thrashed violently and her fingers dug into his scalp, she at least didn't break skin, as her sister had. He slipped his tongue through the ring and tongue-fucked her, able to feel it contracting around him. In a preview of things to come, he could feel the milking waves of her canal tugging at the tip of his tongue as well.

The emerald-haired Lamia kept coming, holding him tight against her and shrieking with every penetration of his tongue. After a dozen strokes, she began to tremble violently, and her tug abruptly changed to a push. The arms that were strong enough to carry him as though he weighed nothing were weak and shaking from her climax, though. Drunk on the flow of her abundant juices, he stabbed his tongue into her canal again.

He managed a second probe before the end of her tail wrapped around him. It too quivered and quaked, but had enough strength to pull him away from her climaxing sex. As she sat him back on his knees, he could see streams of her wetness following the stair-step trail of creases between her scales, spreading out from her cloaca and dribbling onto the cushions below.

Tiassa covered the pink flower protectively with her hands, and then released him from her tail's grip. It immediately whipped away from him as she gave her orgasm free rein. Her whole body undulated and flopped to the opposite side of the cushioned nest, where she twisted, coiled and thrashed through the throes of ecstasy. Throes that only increased in intensity when he marveled at how hard he had made her come.

"I must have it do this thing for me," Alissa said as she rose up from her cushions.

"No!" Tiassa's mental voice shouted in his head. Even her telepathic voice was quavering. "You cannot control yourself. You will hurt him."

"And you can?" Alissa spat back. "You scream in both our heads."

Aris heard both the real and mental versions of Tiassa's whimper when another wave of orgasm shot through her. He then felt the mental connection slip away, though from the look on Alissa's face, it was apparent her sister was still speaking to her. The red-scaled Lamia hissed in frustration a moment later, and slithered back to her nest of pillows.

Tiassa seemed to regain mastery over her body, though she still breathed heavily — her massive breasts heaving — and her tail quivered. She curled it around, hugging it in her arms, and the quake slowly subsided.

"The ways of mating amongst men has indeed changed greatly," the green-haired Lamia said as she wriggled back atop the mound of pillows and cushions. Then she laughed, apparently unable to hold it back as she reclined next to where Aris sat. She ran her hands over her scales and moaned. Though her throes and the pillows had wiped away her wetness from the surface, much still remained in the creases between the scales.

The sight made Aris lick his lips, which were likewise still very wet.

Tiassa shivered and moaned in response to that, and then noticed that he'd swollen to about half hardness. She reached out and caressed his member, causing it to twitch and straighten a little more.

"I would give you pleasure, as you have given me," she said. The hand stroking him moved up to his chest and pushed, silently instructing him to lie down. He followed her guidance, and she leaned over him as he reclined. "I have seen in your thoughts how the mating of your females has changed as well."

Aris groaned when she lapped his half-hard cock with a tongue that was pleasantly warmer than expected.

Tiassa wetted him, and his manhood rose in response to her touch. She looked up into his eyes with a smile on her lips, obviously emulating what she'd seen of women in his thoughts. She was doing it remarkably well, and then took it a step further.

His eyes widening, Aris watched in astonishment as her tongue doubled in length on the next lick. It slid along his hardening flesh, and then grew even longer on the next lick. The tip split into a fork, each lobe acting independently to tickle the ridge beneath the swelling helmet of his cock.

Her tongue curled around him when she lapped her way back down to the root, demonstrating it was as prehensile as her tail, and just as capable of constricting. Only a few more passes of the wet, slippery appendage had him rock hard — if somewhat numb and sore from having reached his peak so recently.

Tiassa slowly retracted her tongue — which had curled two full wraps around his hardness — and then looked into his eyes again. She stood his erection up with a single finger at the root, parted her lips, and took him in.

Aris groaned loud and long as her lips slid down over him — all of him. His hips bucked of their own volition when he slipped into her tight throat, and she showed no sign of discomfort whatsoever. She actually swallowed around his throbbing erection, further enhancing his pleasure, and her tongue caressed him as well. Then he felt it slip out to slather over his balls — all while he was still deep within her throat. Her lips slid oh-so slowly back to the head, sucking hard, and then kissed the tip as it emerged.

"I have some skills your females do not possess. It pleases you?" she asked.

"Fuck yes," he answered in a burst of breath.

She moaned and engulfed him again.

His fingers clawed at the pillows as she swallowed around him, tongued his balls, and slowly rotated her head back in forth in half circles. A growl escaped him at the same time as his cock slipped free of her lips. He knew he couldn't last long under such an onslaught, and as incredible as her mouth was, he wanted something else. He wanted to feel her canal engulfing him, and make her come with him.

Tiassa's eyes closed and she gasped when she heard his thoughts. Her lips once again moved in silent, hasty whispers, and she brushed her fingers over his balls. The numbing, dull ache he'd experienced ever since hardening vanished with her touch.

"Please," she said as she rolled over onto her back. The center of her cloaca puckered inward, squeezing in anticipation.

He was no less hungry to be inside her. Aris popped up from the pillows and mounted her as he had her sister. Her clinging walls drew him in as he thrust, until his balls rested against her wet folds. She held him inside her, trembling beneath him, her head thrown back, and breasts thrust upward for long, exquisite seconds.

The moment he was able, Aris pulled back to thrust again, fighting the tug of her contracting canal. He slammed into her, knowing he wouldn't last any longer than he had the first time. This time, he could see the rapidly mounting ecstasy in her face, and knew she was right there with him.

He pounded his cock home again and again. Her wetness squirted out around him, spattering over both of their bodies and dribbling to the soft bed below. Both voiced their pleasure in unrestrained screams, and then he was there.

As with Alissa, he remained teetering on the precipice, unable to tumble into sweet oblivion. There was a difference, though. Instead of the agonizing, desperate need to spend his seed, he was in a state of perfect, ongoing pleasure. He plunged into her satiny canal, growing lightheaded in his bliss, until Tiassa drew in a gasp that ended in a squeak.

The breath exploded from her lips in a wail as she came, her walls closing in on him and molding around him. The milking contractions of her canal increased in speed and intensity until they were nearly vibrations, and that was the trigger that set him off.

A roar echoed back from the stone walls as the first jet of cum spurted into her depths. The blast of semen was so copious and intense, it was as if he had gone without relief for days, not the few minutes that had passed since he had filled her sister full.

Tiassa's arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her breast, and though they were tight, they weren't uncomfortably so, and her nails didn't pierce his skin. What tiny bit of dim awareness he had beyond the repeated rush of his semen heard her tail whipping and slapping against the stone floor.

She milked him dry, and he continued to pulse long afterward, until clouds of inky black crept in on his vision. He settled against her rapidly rising and falling breasts, and surrendered to the darkness.

Aris roused slowly. First came sound — a beating heart. Next was warm softness — Tiassa's breasts, which his head rested on. The faint tang of salt water. The rustling of scales on stone. Finally, his eyes drifted open, and he looked up at the dimly lit contours of the cavern ceiling above.

He let out a groan and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Man's need to divide the day into such small things eludes me," Tiassa said. "The sun has just passed its zenith in the sky above."

It wasn't a perfect answer, but he at least knew it wasn't so late that his family would be concerned for his whereabouts. He shifted his position slightly, as a stiff pillow was poking into the small of his back. Half expecting his manhood to feel as if it had been beaten with a rubber mallet, he was pleased to feel no discomfort.

Tiassa explained, "I used my magic to ease your ails. You dreamed of many things as you slept."

"I don't remember any of it," he said.

"This thing that is your chosen path..." She paused for a moment, as if trying to remember the word. "Archaeology. It will take you to many places on this world?"

He answered, "Maybe. If I can afford to graduate."

"Do you feel rested enough to rise?"

He couldn't resist the urge to say, "That depends upon whether you mean to get up, or get it up."

Tiassa laughed, her body — most notably his large pillows — shaking from the outburst. When it died down, she sighed, moaned, and then said, "This is another pleasure you have given me that I have not experienced in a very long time. My sister is not of particularly good humor."

Alissa spat out something in their hissing tongue in response to that.

"I meant the former. I wish to show you something," Tiassa said in answer to his question.

Aris sat up and looked back at her. It was immediately apparent that her magic still held, because he found himself admiring her. The longer the magic was upon him, the less he seemed to dismiss her serpentine body in favor of seeing it as another part of her stunning beauty.

He also discovered that the latter half of his joke wasn't so far fetched as he had imagined, either.

Tiassa moaned when she saw his manhood rising, but said, "Follow me, and I may aid you on your path."

The emerald-haired Lamia slithered down from her cushions, and Aris rose to follow. She led him toward the back of the cavern, toward a tunnel he hadn't noticed before. Along the way, he couldn't help but notice the way her body swayed from her motion. It was very much akin to a normal woman's sexy walk, and no less enticing.

Tiassa turned and grinned at him. "Thank you," she responded to the twin, silent compliments of his thoughts and his fully engorged member.

"I didn't even see that," he said, nodding toward the opening they were approaching.

"Well, we were busy," she said, and then giggled. "It is not far."

Once within the tunnel, Aris noticed several darkened doorways and other tunnels branching off. Ahead of them, one such doorway slowly swelled with light. Tiassa passed it by, and then turned to face him.

Aris stared in amazement at the contents of the room. Everywhere there was the glitter of gold, silver, and gems. There were piles of coins, statuettes set in niches, jewelry, ornaments, and all manner of riches filling the space.

"Man still finds value in these things, yes?" Tiassa inquired. "This would help with your graduation?"

"I could buy a college with all that," he muttered. Recognizing the style of a few of the artifacts, he asked, "How old is all this?"

Tiassa shrugged. "Some is ancient, by your reckoning. I find pretty things in the ships that sink beneath the waves."

"May I?" he asked, pointing into the room.

She nodded her approval, so Aris walked into the room. He bent down, picked up a glimmering gold coin from a pile, and gasped.

After sifting through a few more coins, he said, "These... They're pristine. It's as if they were struck yesterday. There's so much history. It's all priceless. I'd hate myself if I used it like it was normal gold or silver."

Tiassa's lips pursed and her brow furrowed. "I hadn't considered that. Years are a fleeting thing to us."

"I wish I could show even a little of this to someone. There's so much we could learn of the past," Aris remarked as he leaned in to examine a statuette of Ancient Egyptian origin.

"Then perhaps I have a solution," Tiassa remarked. "If you were to reveal things such as these, it would aid you on your path?"

"I don't know how I would explain finding anything like this. People would probably think it was faked."

"I do not take all I find. Only those things which catch my eye. I know where a ship still lies beneath the waves. What if you were to reveal this ship?"

Aris turned, his face full of excitement. "An unknown wreck filled with ancient artifacts?"

"Coins. Amphora. Many things. I can show you," she said, and then reached out to gently touch his forehead.

Aris drew in a sharp breath as he beheld the wreck. His vision was crystal clear, allowing him to see the piles of encrusted coins peeking out of the sandy mud, sealed amphora amidst many broken ones, and even the remnants of armor and weapons. He knew it had to be a large merchant vessel of some kind.

When the vision ended, he said, "Even if I don't get anything out of it, I have to show that to someone. There's so much we could learn."

"I can feel your passion," Tiassa said. "It is here."

Aris suddenly had a sense he had visited the site countless times, and knew exactly how to reach it. It wasn't so deep that divers couldn't explore it, and the underwater conditions were reasonable as well.

"I just... I don't know how to thank you," he said.

Tiassa offered a seductive grin. "Beyond the pleasure you have already given me? There is something you could do for me, and my people."

"Like what?"

"If it is as you wish, and you are able to visit many places in this world, you could take some of my magic with you. There may be others in hiding. My magic could reveal them to you, and allow me to speak with them. You will be able to reach their lairs beneath the waves, and they will know my magic as Queen of our people, so you will be unharmed."

"Queen?" Aris asked.

She nodded. "Since the passing of my mother, I am Queen of our people. I would bring us together again, and find a place for us in the shadows of the world that has forgotten us. Would you do this for me?"

He couldn't help but think about what ancient knowledge other Lamias might possess, and how much could be learned from it. "Of course," he answered.

"You have already divined how it may benefit you, and I have pieces of your lost history to reveal, but there is more," Tiassa said, and then slipped past him, gesturing for him to follow back into the main chamber. "You may find others who have our blood, as you do. If you wish to sire children, you will need to find a woman of our blood."

"Why?"

"It is a peculiarity of the joining of our people with man. While a female of the blood may take any man's seed, a male's seed will only take root in the womb of one who is also of the blood."

That was somewhat concerning to him, but not overwhelmingly so. "I'm not sure I want to have kids, but at least I know that, if I ever do decide I want to."

"And you will know one who may take your seed if you choose. It will also warn you of others, such as the Gorgons, Nagas, and Minotaurs. You will know when you are near any of the ancient races from before the rise of man, and it will protect you from them to some degree."

"Like not getting turned to stone?"

She chuckled as they emerged into the main chamber again. "Yes. It will protect you from the poison of Nagas as well. It can do little to prevent a Minotaur from goring you, however."

"I should probably just stay away from all of them," he said.

"That would be wise," she agreed.

Alissa lifted up from her cushions and asked something in their sibilant language.

"Patience, sister," Tiassa said. She then stroked Aris' cheek and said, "My sister wishes to know the pleasure you give with your mouth, and feel your seed within her once more. If you wish to, I can calm her so she does not harm you."

It was hard to miss the hunger in the crimson-scaled Lamia's eyes, and the thought caused his manhood to throb. Apparently sensing his thoughts, Alissa grew even more excited, and caressed her breasts in a display that made him throb even harder.

"Come, show her pleasure," Tiassa said, knowing his thoughts, and feeling his rising ardor.

Alissa reclined on her cushions and fixed Aris with a sultry stare as he approached. She continued to stroke her enormous breasts and tease the nipples, as she could hear his thoughts as well as her sister, and knew how it aroused him.

Arouse him it certainly did, but it also piqued his curiosity. He wondered if they served the same purpose as a human woman's.

As always, Tiassa answered his thoughts as if he had spoken them aloud. "No, we do not nurse our young. In ancient times, those who had what you call breasts were seen as more desirable mates. Then, those with larger ones. As the ages passed, we became as you see us today."

Alissa lifted one of the attributes in question to her lips and tongued the tip. "Do you find mine desirable?"

Aris nodded, though his cock bobbing at the sight probably answered in far more convincing fashion.

"Then come show me," she cooed.

Tiassa giggled when Aris increased his pace. She not only matched it, but surpassed it. Her scales hissed upon the stone until she reached her sister's cushions. She slithered next to Alissa and laid a hand upon her forehead.

"She will not harm you in her passion," Tiassa said. "Awaken it."

Aris climbed onto the cushions and answered the call of her bountiful breasts. He suckled one of the stiff points and teased it with his tongue.

Alissa moaned, and then hissed in pleasure from his efforts. "Harder," she said.

He complied, sucking hard on the stiff nub while keeping his tongue at work. Alissa responded with a loud whimper and pressed her breast against his lips. She also grasped his left hand and brought it to her other breast, where she guided him to pinch her nipple. When he did so, she squeezed the fingers together far tighter than he would have thought pleasurable, though her yelp seemed to be filled with it.