Seliphi coiled her long body, crouching low to the ground, the golden scales of her tail catching the light of the sun in the arena like a layer of shining coins. She paused for a moment, a bead of sweat trickling down her cheek as she calculated the height of the jump. She bounded upwards, launching herself into the air like a giant spring. She soared, clearing the bar at the apex of her jump, arcing her sinewy figure to avoid touching it as she began to descend. She hung in the air for a moment, graceful, before gravity reclaimed its hold on her, and she fell heavily to the cushioned landing pad.
The arena erupted in cheering, had she done it? She stood, as much as a Lamia could stand, perching on her muscular tail, and looked around her. Her coach, Dylan, was pumping his fist excitedly, jumping up and down, shouting something she couldn't make out. She heard the announcer call her result, eight meters, and she rose to full height, raising her arms in triumph to the revelry of the crowd. She qualified for the gold, as long as nobody beat her height, and she was the second to last to compete in the event. The coveted medal was as good as hers.
Dylan pushed open the door to the locker room, one hand concealed behind his back as he scanned the room, looking for Seliphi. She was perched on one of the benches, resting on a coil of her long, thick tail, her humanoid upper body covered by a sweat-stained vest emblazoned with her country and number. Her back was to him, her long, blonde hair trailing down to the small of her back where her smooth, pale skin gave way to her reflective, golden scales. She held her medal up to the light, the large, gold coin trailing a blue ribbon. She heard his footsteps, her pointed ears twitching, and turned to look at him.
"Dylan!" She covered the space between them rapidly, wrapping her arms around him. He returned the hug, one-handed, feeling her pert breasts press up against his chest through the thin fabric of her vest. "We did it!" She was beaming, her cheeks flushed, her amber eyes wide.
"You did it," he corrected, and she blushed, waving her hand dismissively. His tone became more serious, and she cocked her head at him, curious. "Seliphi this is everything we've worked towards, you set a new record out there, I'm proud of you." She smiled warmly, then noticed he was hiding something.
"What do you have behind your back, Dylan?" He began to grin, unable to contain himself.
"Remember when I told you I had something special planned if you won a medal?"
She nodded, her mane of straw-colored hair bouncing. In all honesty, he had bought them before the event, and would have passed them off as a conciliatory gift even if she hadn't placed as high as she had. He brought his hand around, revealing two tickets. Seliphi rose on her tail, covering her mouth with her hands in glee.
"You got them!"
"Hey, I promised you a Caribbean cruise if you did well." He handed the tickets to her and she held one close to her face, examining it.
"But how did you afford it?"
"Don't worry about that," he joked. In reality he would be spending a long time paying off the loan he had taken out, but she didn't need to know that. Truth be told he had been infatuated with her since he had started training her. She was so bubbly and energetic, hanging on his every word. He hoped that she might grow to love him, and that she didn't see him as some kind of father figure. She was younger than him, though not by much, however his scraggly salt and pepper beard made him look older than he really was.
She hugged him again, the tickets clutched in her hand.
"As if I wasn't happy enough already!" She released him, spinning jovially, her arms outstretched, whipping her shining hair around. How she had so much energy left after such a strenuous event defied logic, but it was one of the things he loved about her. She was like a coiled spring.
"Well, you earned it, miss gold medalist."
She laughed, handing the tickets back to him, her soft skin brushing his palm.
"Hold onto these for me, I have to change." She returned to her locker and faced away from him, pulling her vest over her head, revealing the long indentation that ran down her muscular back, ending in two dimples above where the butt would be on a human. On Seliphi the two firm, shapely globes were obscured by her serpentine tail. Dylan turned away from her, his face reddening. She was so comfortable around him, did that mean she didn't think of him as a potential love interest? If she told her friends she was going on a cruise with her 'best buddy', he'd probably throw himself into the ocean.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Seliphi peering at him, her face level with his. She was naked, her arms crossed over her ample chest, droplets of glistening sweat trickling over her satin skin. She was an impressive woman, athletic and lean, developed abdominal muscles detailing her flat belly.
"Coaches don't usually invite their students on romantic cruises, Dylan. I know how expensive this must have been, and I know you can't really afford it. I only look like I'm made of gold you know, you can't actually cash me in."
"I..."
She released her breasts, letting them fall heavily, and they bounced as they settled, his gaze drawn to her pink nipples. He stammered, speechless as she stood before him, laid bare.
"I know you like me, everyone does. Whenever you leave the room the other athletes joke about how you're always trailing after me, like a puppy." That didn't sound like a positive comparison, was she just teasing him? She rested her arms across his shoulders, bringing her face closer to his. Her breath was warm on his skin, and she maintained eye contact, her expression neutral, as if she were measuring his reaction.
"I got everything I wanted today, coach. Is there something 'you' want?"
"I want...you."
Seliphi's face broke out in a wide smile, and she leaned in, pressing her soft lips against his. A bolt of lightning shot down his spine as he felt them part, and her long, forked tongue pushed into his mouth. It entwined with his, gentle and coaxing, she tasted of metal. Her fingers delved into his hair, holding him close as their embrace dragged on, and he dared to run his hand down her smooth skin, over her ribs and the hourglass curve of her hip. The kiss became ravenous, selfish, and her grip in his hair became firmer as she tried to press deeper. He slid his other hand down her spine, her lustrous skin as soft as silk, his fingertips gliding on the layer of sweat, coming to a rest just above her scaly butt.
She drew back, a sparkling strand of saliva linking her lips to his, and smirked, her eyes low and lascivious. She bit her lip, whispering softly to him.
"You can have me..."
Her slim fingers roamed down to his pants, caressing the growing bulge beneath, and Dylan jumped in surprise. She caught his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, dragging it down slowly, torturously. With one arm still draped around his neck, she reached inside his clothing, wrapping her hand around his erection through his underwear, squeezing gently as her lips pressed against his neck.
His eyelids fluttered as she planted wet, sucking kisses on his skin, her squeezing steadily becoming a rhythmic jerking. Her long, golden tail started to coil around him, almost reflexively as her breathing grew heavier, chest heaving and ample breasts bouncing.
Dylan couldn't resist the allure of her skin, as smooth as glass, inviting his fingers to roam across her lithe body, her sudor making it slippery and wet to the touch. He ran them up her belly, tracing the contours of her firm abdominal muscles, bulging and flexing under her delicate skin as she reacted, ticklish. His hand rose to her breast, cupping one supple, weighty globe in his palm and kneading it. Her flesh deformed under his fingers, and she gasped as they brushed her engorged, pink nipple. He dug his fingers into the pliant meat, seeking out the firm tissue beneath, and Seliphi's mouthing became a gentle bite, her fang-like teeth pricking his skin. Her jerking motion got more aggressive, her tail coiling around his legs, creeping upwards as their embrace became more frenzied.
She brought both hands to his belt, fumbling with the clasp, releasing his trousers and letting them fall around his ankles. She lowered herself closer to the ground, sitting on her coiled tail, and dragged his underwear down, his erection bouncing free an inch from her face, vascular and pulsing in time with his racing heart.
She seemed to watch it, mesmerized by it for a moment, before gripping it firmly in her fist. Dylan shivered, a wave of pleasure coursing up through his loins as she stroked him, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. She pursed her smooth lips, kissing the tip, and Dylan shuddered, his knees growing weak as she wrapped them around his glans, her forked tongue teasing it.
Seliphi had always seemed to unassuming, so innocent, he had never seen this side of her before. She was a voracious lover, she knew exactly what she wanted and proceeded to take it with no hesitation or shame.
