Aris walked along the secluded section of Grecian shore, enjoying the view of the ocean after a breathtaking sunrise. All too soon, he would have to return home, and he wanted to fix the splendor of his ancestral homeland firmly in his mind.
It had been a great stroke of luck that his far distant relatives still living here had made contact, providing him with an affordable place for an extended stay prior to entering college. The icing on the cake had been the leader of the dig site he'd visited recognizing his passion for archaeology and attention to detail. Being allowed to assist with sifting excavated material had been a dream come true. Actually
finding
something had been more akin to a miracle.
The coin was poorly struck and even more poorly preserved, and thus of little historical or intrinsic value. Still, he was the first person in thousands of years to see it, and touch it. It was a connection to his heritage and ancestors he wouldn't soon forget, and had only strengthened his desire to enter the field.
He stepped closer to the edge of the jagged cliff, feeling the wind blow through his closely cropped, dark hair. Below, he could see the waves lapping against a thin strip of beach. Then, something caught his attention. There was a natural path winding its way down the face of the cliff to the water below. The footing wouldn't be ideal, but it was manageable.
The next thing he knew, he was on his way down. His head felt muddled, and he certainly didn't remember making any decision to climb down the cliff. A desire — or rather a compulsion — kept him picking his way over the rocks. Fear and confusion mingled with the need to reach the water, but the last held him as though in a serpent's coils, and the former faded into a fog gathering in his mind.
When he reached the sand, he began removing his clothing, feeling all the more disconnected from his body by the moment. Every article fell negligently at his feet, until he stood nude by the water. Then he waded in and dived, moving toward the rocks to his right.
Some part of him knew he should be afraid when his lungs started to ache, but still he swam on. His vision dimmed. His lungs burned. In the moment before darkness consumed him, he saw the breathtakingly beautiful face of a woman, and then knew no more.
The same face framed by red hair greeted him when the world once more faded into view. She was stunning — exquisite. Desire like nothing he'd ever seen before filled her eyes, and she was nude.
Her breasts were enormous. Breasts that large were simply not
perky
, but these were. They rode high and proud on her chest, and her nipples were stiff with arousal. He reached out to caress them, and knew undoubtedly that they were real. Though firm, they didn't have the stiff, unyielding feel of silicone enhancements that he was quite familiar with.
She moaned and pulled him toward her. He didn't hesitate in the slightest to take her nipple between his lips. He suckled and teased it with his tongue while her hands caressed him. One of her hands glided over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, while the other slowly stroked his very hard cock, making it throb in anticipation.
Something else stroked his back, just above his buttocks. It was warm, dry and scaly, as was his seat. He glanced down, and rather than being scared out of his wits as he should be by the red scaled coils, he was barely curious. He had just enough interest to look and see where the woman's soft skin was replaced by those scales, just below where her absent naval should have been.
A disapproving moan was all it took for him to focus his attention back on her impossible tits.
She moaned and cooed in wordless encouragement, her coils undulating beneath him as he increased his efforts. She slowly reclined onto an enormous pile of pillows and cushions, and he eagerly followed, never releasing her nipple from his lips. The hands that caressed him also guided him, and he soon straddled her serpentine tail.
She threw her head back and gasped when he sucked her nipple hard, massaging it with his lips and flicking it with his tongue. He released it a moment later and sought out its twin, but she stopped him with a push on his chest. For such a dainty arm, she had remarkable strength, and easily pushed him upright, preventing him from returning to her breasts.
Once he sat up straight, straddling her tail, the hand on his chest glided down between his legs. Her other hand moved behind him, tugging forward, and he looked down to see something happening near the tip of his manhood. Scales pushed outward, and something blossomed from between them, quickly expanding to hide the ruddy scales. Though it was round, and shaped nothing like a pussy, there was no mistaking the pink folds before him as anything else. She had little trouble encouraging him to aim his manhood at the glistening center.
A great hiss escaped her when he leaned over and sank inside her. She was tight, hot, and oh-so slippery around him. He pulled back to thrust again the moment his balls touched the velvety blossom surrounding her opening, and felt something amazing. Her canal contracted in progressive waves, feeling very much as though it was attempting to swallow him.
He fought against the pull to withdraw to the tip, and drove his cock home, this time assisted by her walls pulling him deep. He thrust again, already feeling the first tickles of an approaching orgasm from the way her canal was milking his erection. She stared up at him — her eyes unblinking and afire with passion. Hisses, gasps, and whimpers of pleasure tumbled from her full, pouty lips with every powerful thrust.
He could feel the muscles beneath her scaly tail quiver every time he slammed his cock home. Every so often, he would see the tip of that tail lash about in his peripheral vision. Her upper, human body began to thrash as much as her tail. All the while, her slippery canal gulped his deep-diving cock.
Though he had always prided himself for sexual stamina, Aris rushed headlong toward an explosion in less than a minute. There was no holding it back, and he surrendered to the inevitable.
But the inevitable did not come.
He found himself trapped in that excruciating moment of ecstasy just before orgasm, unable to escape it. He pounded his cock home with all his strength and speed, seeking relief, and ignoring her scales biting into his legs. Grunts and growls exploded from his lungs, mingling in a discordant cacophony with her increasingly loud cries. Still, he remained torturously perched on the brink, his body beading with sweat for thrust after thrust after thrust, until finally, he tumbled over the edge.
Aris loosed a guttural, primal yell of relief as the first blast of cum erupted into her depths. At that same moment, he saw her eyes widen. She threw her head back and loosed a screech of such volume and pitch that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Her canal closed around him, holding him inside her, yet continued to pulse with muscular waves.
His cum surged up with ferocious energy, and caused him to scream with every ejaculation. Her hands snapped to his back, and he cried out again when her nails dug into his flesh. The body beneath him — both soft and serpentine — bucked chaotically with her throes. The tip of her tail whipped around his neck and constricted, causing spots to dance before his eyes.
Yet he was still coming.
As darkness closed in on his vision, he saw the hazy image of another woman. She reached out, laid her hand on the fire-haired woman's forehead, and spoke to her in a language full of hisses and harsh consonants. The coil around his neck slipped away, and he sucked air into his starved lungs before collapsing with his head resting on the heaving breasts below him.
Strong, but soft hands slipped beneath him and lifted him as if he weighed no more than a child. The satiny prison around his cock resisted its escape, and he let out a weak, gurgling cry as he slipped out. The opening of her cloaca immediately puckered inward, but remained engorged and quivering above her scales.
The other woman turned him upright in her arms as easily as she'd lifted him. A sibilant whisper and a wave of her hand caused chills to race through him. The burning gouges in his back cooled. The pain in his chafed neck, thighs, and knees likewise faded. Then he was resting on a second pile of pillows and cushions, facing the woman he'd just coupled with.
She writhed, still caught in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her tail cracking like a whip. He trembled with his own aftershock when he saw the sweet agony writ large in her flushed face, and knew that he had caused it.
A shift in the pillows, a moan, and the soft hand caressing his side caused him to roll over onto his back. There, lying next to him, was a woman who was even more heart-stoppingly beautiful than the first. Her breasts were even larger, and defied gravity as well. Her hair and the scales of her serpentine lower half were a brilliant emerald in color.
Her voice deep, sensual, and seductive in the extreme, she said, "The mating of man has changed in these many years. You take pleasure from her pleasure."
The fog that had clouded his mind from the moment he looked over the cliff seemed to have partially burned away in the heat of his climax and he thought,
They're Lamias. That's impossible.
"Lamias," she repeated as though he'd spoken the thought. "It is different from the names man called us by in the past, but not unpleasing."
