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Mini Prologue:
This story is in the same universe as my other stories where Monstergirl Empire and Human Empire are rivals. It has a "relatively" lighthearted slave setting. Please Enjoy, Rate, Comment.
CHAPTER ONE:
The warm morning shone over the Lamia's bed. The mechanical little clock chimed across the large house, the sound slowly stirring the large Lamia, a cute snake-bodied girl with pink hair and red scales awake.
It felt good to sleep...and even better to wake up to a bright, lovely morning.
Especially when hugging a warm, naked human woman wrapped in her coils.
Her scales rippled, enjoying the living body-pillow that she was wrapped around. It felt so naughty, yet so right to hug a human, feel her body warmth, and own her. She large breasts felt like soft marshmallows in her hands, nipples stiffening when her hands caressed them.
The human was waking up, her heartbeats and temperature already rising under her ministrations. Quietly the Lamia watched her in her coils. She was an adult woman, sleeping naked in her bed. Tanned, healthy, full body, save where her pantyline which was pure white, showed ample feminine flesh, her body below the eyebrows clean shaven and her round, left asscheek still sporting the ink tattoo of the Slaver's Guild. The Lamia sighed, wrapping tighter and licking the human's skin. It was so tasty.
A weak struggle she gave only roused her more. Leaning, she closed her lips on those young, soft, inviting mouth.
"Mmm..."
She, her pet human did not resist as her snake tongue gently rubbed on her teeth, and entwined around the human's soft one.
"Mish..tress..." She weakly moaned, as the Lamia's tail stroked her thigh.
"Humans are the best...<3" She hissed, squeezing her from all the juicy curves. Suddenly, she shuddered as a wave of pleasure came upon her.
"Hiii! S-stop it human! Slave, stop! I'll... stop!"
The human's dainty hand found the tip of her tail, rubbing vigorously. The sensitive tip sent tingles across her serpentine body, not distant from an erogenous zone making her shudder.
"H-hng..." She whimpered, shuddering. "Stop! I will spank you, I swear!"
The rubbing continued as the young woman giggled. The lamia's protests were silenced by a kiss: She didn't think human slaves would be so aggressive and lusty! Hot-blooded mammals, why act surprised?
"Mmm-shtohp...mmmm" The human was bisexual, and was a great kisser, worth every coin: the slaver had mentioned that part of her training in particular. "She was trained to indulge what Lescatie forbids, and broken in quite well." Had the dark elf spoken.
For minutes, the Lamia melted in the kiss, her pussy feeling warmer and warmer, as her body, her heart racing alongside the human's own, as they made out in a tight body embrace. The Lamia's hands squeezed her ass, the bountiful buttocks wobbling like marshmallow in her hands. Raising one hand, she slapped the human girl's ass with a "THWACK!"
"Eep!" The human girl's eyes went wide open.
"Haha!" The Lamia chuckled. "Your punishment begins! Take that!" She slapped her ass harder, her hand leaving a soft red mark. She was shocked when her human moaned quite akin to sexual arousal, not stopping the rubbing.
She kept rubbing.
The lamia spanked her hard, the white ass wobbling with the blow. She kept rubbing the tail tip, moaning in the Lamia's mouth as their tongues entwined...
Then, the human had given with her other a hand a gentle caress on the lamia's crotch, where her virgin womanhood was. A finger rubbed across her thin pink slit when the lamia's pleasure increased tenfold.
"I.. I'm co...HNGGG!"
The Lamis thrashed, her coils nearly squeezing the woman as she gasped breathlessly and looked at the ceiling...
Human and monstergirl shuddered with waves of arousal, gasping before looking at each other.
"Good morning, mistress Diana." The human politely spoke and giggled.
...What a way to wake up.
"C-call me Diana..." She leant and kissed her gently. The human kissed back with enthusiasm.
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"Sister." The Lamia toyed with her pancake without joy.
"Hmm?"
"I feel cold and tired." She ate without hunger. Diana was a Lamia hitting the end of her puberty, her eighteenth summer passing uneventfully. She worked at a clock factory, her dextrous hands setting up the little mechanical wonders with ease. Making a small saving, she had an uneventful, boring life.
Her sister, working in the marketplace as an assistant to a herbalist, had a few plans, her amber eyes gleaming.
"Well, maybe it's time you enjoyed the food of our common kin. Y'know, the sustenance after eighteenth age."
Smiling, she uncoiled her body:
"You should get a human. A lover, or a bedwarmer. We need human essence in our adult lives, you know." She poured some syrup over the pancakes.
"I work gears and bits. You know I don't fight for the Reikmacht, Xana..." Diana trailed off. The Monstergirl army was an all-volunteer defense force and a slave raiding army, though raiding fell into decline save where it could be hushed.
"Well, go to the market and buy one."
She was hesitant. "A slave?"
"Yup. Humans who get captured or taken are put to sale there. You know it's a pretty regulated legal trade now." She sipped her coffee.
"I know..." She mumbled, uneasy with it.
"It's not so bad like the old days. Now they break them in quite gently. I myself got my eyes on a few boys whose commanders wouldn't pay for military orphans." Xana smiled, her snake tongue exiting her cute mouth and drinking in the morning smell of coffee and flowers. Both sisters were red-scaled lamia who were alone since their parents passed away during the tragedies of the First War, now aptly named Maou War, or in private, That Moron Who Nearly Killed Us All.
"Hmm..." The lamia hissed and mused, drinking in the morning warmth. "I don't know...Imagine a slave in my house."
"Oh they are broken in and have collars that identify them. Plus I think you'd be a kind owner."
Pancakes were good, even though Lamia preferred meat. The breakfast went uneventfully, cutlery clinking as two cute snake girls ate and drank, with blue birds chirping around the neighborhood of a small suburb...
"I suppose..."
Her sister nodded approvingly.
"Then we'll go shopping for slaves today! Today's your day off, eh?" She started putting on her shirt. "Come, you'll see with your eyes how human slaves are in the Reik."
She finished her breakfast as well, taking her yellow shirt and vest, still uneasy. The two lamia left their ancestral home, last two sisters of their family managing a two-story house of some decent appearance. Yet the house was empty except for them.
That would change.
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"Gulp."
The marketplace had stalls, vendors of all curiosities from potions to clothes to fruits.
And humans for sale.
Naked humans. Boys, but mostly females of many ages stood leashed to posts with price tags for the mamono who wanted a lover, or a laborer, or a bedwarmer, sometimes all three.
The siblings had slithered to the market, across shouting vendors, glittering wonders until Diana felt hot: they entered the slave market.
"Of course any will do sister, but these girls look a bit too wild." Xana gazed at a naked, white girl standing nude in front of everyone, leashed to a wooden post with a "For Sale" tag on her chest.
She was white skinned like many in Western Dunia, with breasts filling a double D's with brazenly displayed, rouged pink nipples, a full body that displayed a hint of muscle, soft, white buttocks with "For Sale" written on her left cheek with a seal of approval by the Slaver's Guild.
Her hair was blonde, like many, and eyes blue, with a decently beautiful face
She amiably chatted with her seller, her hands cuffed behind her back, her ankles in irons, leashed to the post, showing no discomfort. Completely naked on display, she did not flinch, and even smiled to an interested buyer, letting her squeeze her buttocks for firmness.