Elizabeth here: this is an indirect sequel to An Elf's Hypnotic Brew, but it requires no knowledge of the events in that story. Enjoy!
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There were rumors of lamias in the dense woods near the small city of Tarabat, and Lawrence was excited.
It was a rough week; first his new girlfriend broke up with him, then he passed out in a coffee shop, then he got a letter from his cousin asking if Lawrence wanted to rejoin his old band of city thieves for a few more heists, and of course he said no, knowing fully well that his cousin would be pissed. But lamias? Here? Those were his dream women, and the urge to meet one had been growing stronger over the last few days.
Lamia were a hybrid of demon and fey. From the waist up, they were a gorgeous woman, and from the waist down, they were powerful snakes. They had a penchant for taking male prisoners, using them until their novelty wore off a few months later, and then throwing them out. But even if he just spent three months with one, it would still be his longest relationship to date.
Lamias had dangerous hypnotic magic, but it meant nothing to Lawrence. How could a lamia charm him if he was already madly in love with them?
He locked the door of his small house and strolled along the road, past his new favorite coffee shop--something about the atmosphere just made him focused and calm--and gradually made his way out of town.
He had enough food and other supplies for a few days in the wilderness, and he knew where he had to go; to the ruins about a day East, where people suspected at least one lamia was hiding.
The walk was easy; he spent most of his time imagining the dangerous woman he would meet, which motivated him to ignore his exhaustion and press on. Were their fangs as large as the stories said? Smaller? Larger? Did their venom just kill you or did it put you into an aroused stupor? How big were their tits? Pondering the answers just made him hard.
Six hours of walking went by. The sun started to set just as he made it into the deep depths of the forest. The sun's light bounced off the autumn leaves, creating a beautiful golden glow in the trees and on the ground. Lawrence hardly noticed it; he was too busy coming up with things to say to the lamia or lamias once he found them.
Dusk overtook the sunset glow, replacing the overwhelming beauty with a comfortably cool calm. Night fell, and Lawrence pressed on. He pulled out the Lamp of Endless Light he stole from a guy two years ago, and lit it with a match.
Lawrence shuddered as he anticipated the final leg of the journey. In the next hour, if his map and navigation skills were accurate, he would find the old ruins. These abandoned stone structures were a failed attempt to settle deep in the woods over a hundred years ago; he knew little of the details, and cared even less. He just wanted a lamia to take him.
A cold wind blew in as he made it to the ruins. Thirty stone structures, all in various states of disrepair. The church was the most intact; aside from missing windows and a partially collapsed roof, it was mostly fine.
No lamias were in sight, so he slowly made his way towards the church. His heart was pounding. He was sweating despite the cold. His legs walked almost on their own, fueled by his desire.
The empty doorway of the church stood before him. He slowly stepped through the stone frame into the empty hall, then he heard motion behind him. A slithering motion against grass.
"Oh my," a seductive voice said. "Someone's lost..."
Lawrence turned around. Ten feet away was the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long time. Her shiny snake tail was blood red and about fifteen feet long, and it was the same hue as her flowing hair, which went almost all the way down to her gorgeous waist.
She was naked, and he was mesmerized by her heaving chest. Her pale skin faintly glimmered in the lantern's light. Her tantalizing pussy was right where he expected it would be, right where her waist met her long tail.
Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, standing out on her face. They were alluring. So alluring...
She slowly slithered towards him, and he backed into the church. He knew she wanted him to do it, so he played along as he stared into her eyes. His heart pounded as she approached and blocked his only means of escape. What would she do to him? He was at her mercy.
"So... are you a scavenger looking for trinkets and gold? I assure you, coming here was a mistake. Or... No, you're too defenseless to be an adventurer or a mercenary."
Lawrence cleared his throat and spoke.
"I heard there were lamias around here, and I wanted to see if the rumors were true..."
"Just the one lamia, I'm afraid. And just the one human. A very dumb human. Curiosity has led to quite a few deaths, you know."
Lawrence remained quiet and kept backing up through the center of the empty church. The broken windows were too high up to escape from. The hole in the roof was out of the question. There were no pews to hide behind. He kept creeping back, waiting for her to make whatever moves she wanted to make.
"So tell me," she said. "What did you expect would happen when you came here?"
"I thought I might get a glimpse of a lamia or two and then hurry home," he lied.
"You certainly had more than a glimpse. But you're not hurrying home; I'll make sure of that. Simply stay still and you'll turn out much happier."
"I, um..."
"And you're so fascinated by my eyes. I'm not even channeling any magic through them at the moment, but if I were, you would already be under my spell. Don't you know anything about women like me? You prepared for this journey so, so poorly..."
She started to slither in a wide circle around him. He stared with fascination at her long, red tail. He waited with anticipation, hoping she would coil him up. Arousal spread through him.
"You're not resisting as much as I had hoped you would."
"I've given up," Lawrence said. "Just don't hurt me..."
"So tell me... why did you really come here?"
She started to close in slowly as she circled around him. Lawrence didn't reply. He just watched her move around him.
"Was it really just curiosity? Or are your motives tinged with greed? I am quite fond of gemstones myself, so I would understand. Or perhaps even... something more embarrassing?"
"I, maybe..." he stammered out.
