Dan walked with everyone else, they were just entering the city of the Lamias, or whatever you wanted to call it, he was sure it had a name but he was unaware of it,  the city itself however had a distinct turkish vibe to it, with its large wide buildings made out of clay and adobe and the turquoise and gold murals that covered many of the walls and made up the streets themselves.

The city was laid out in a pattern of ever rising circular structures that lead up into the next smaller structure that was positioned into the city a bit further and higher, creating an artificial lone mountain atop of which was crowned with a building of blue and gold.  Its sparkling structure was visible at all times from any location in the city, as though designed to stand over the people that lived in this city and tell them exactly who was in charge, who was king, or rather since these were lamia and there were no males of that race, queen of the hill.

“Wow,”  he said as he entered through the front gate of the city and looked at the eight rings of city stacked one ontop of another. “Someone is a tad bit conceded, wasn't satisfied with simply ruling over everyone had to make a monument to remind everyone who there overlord was every second of the day huh?”  Dan’s group started giggling, but he also heard some hisses ad looking around he found that his little group had quite the crowd suddenly.

All of them were lamia women, each with different colors and patterns on there tails, and were clothed in loose clothes, much like those that Abyzou had worn when they had first met her.  These were simple pieces of cloth wrapped around the bosom, and one around the waist, it was anyone’s guess at how they stayed up without any visible knots or other fastening devices.

“I would greatly appreciate it if you did not talk about our queen in such a way.”  a voice called out, and the crowd parted, allowing a group of armed and armored lamia through.  The armor they wore was of a blue and gold, like all other decorations in this city.  The cuirass was form fitting leaving little to the imagination and as it came to the lower sections of there body it turned into segmented sections of plate, protecting a good section of their snake like bodies.  The one who spoke was a woman that had short red hair that barely reached past her ears, she wore a cloth of sorts that came off the midsection of her torso and dangled towards the ground. On the cloth there was a sigel of some sort, Dan was unaware what it was or if it was a house or city sigel or perhaps even there ruler’s.  

“Psalais, I see you got the position that you had hoped for, congratulations,”  Abyzou said, her voice however had no happiness in it, infact it seemed that each word after Psalais had been more and more venomous.

“I see you are still as much of a harlot as ever, what is this your second husband? ”  she looked over at Dan, “And this one is not even a god, I didn't think you would downgrade...”  she smiled her sharpened fangs shining in the light of the sun. “What did that husband of yours wise up and leave you? And this was the only man that would take used goods like you?”  Abyzou’s eyes widened in rage and she hissed, her snake tongue flicking out to taste the air.

“I forgot how woefully reserved these poor Lamia maidens were,”  Bastet sighed and walked over to dan putting her tanned hand on his shoulder and leaned her head there, her cat ears tickling Dan’s face and her tail flicking back and forth with amusement. “If she is a harlot for having slept with two men in the hundreds of thousands of years she has been alive then I must be a whore seeing as I have known five men in my time and just as many women.”  she laughed as the Lamias present recoiled in shock. “Ahh that's right, most of you are actually still virgins are you not?”  she looked around at the women gathered and laughed. “It is a shame they can only allow so many of you out at a time, I imagine the waiting queue for getting out there is quite long...”

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“And none of you get the actual joy of having the man around,” Abyzou took up where Bastet had left off. “You get pregnant and leave, you cannot bring him back with you no matter how badly you want to, and you cannot stay there either.”  she shook her head. “I might be a harlot in your eyes, but atleast I know the love of a man, the devotion.” she looked around at the crowd that had all stopped speaking and were shuffling around uncomfortably. “Here he is, he is willing to come here to risk his life for my honor, how many of you can say the man that you have known would do the same for you.”  Aby smiled.

“That is enough,”  Psalais hissed. “I was tasked with taking you to see the queen, we are wasting time here and we should go.”  her face however was a livid red even if she was being as professional as possible.

“Lead the way Psalais,”  Dan said, trying to break the tension that was building,  Psalais narrowed her eyes at him almost like she was trying to understand him before simply nodding and looking at the crowd.

“Make way for the procession.”  she shouted, and the group of Lamia women parted like a sea with a rustling of scales on the ground and a murmur of voices. Psalais motioned for her other guards to take up a position around the group and off they went.  Every house had lamia’s looking out at them, some would stop whatever they were doing and stare openly at the procession, no not at the procession but rather at Dan himself.

“They all seem to be looking at me...”  he said out loud, and noticed that even some of the guards were casting glances his direction.

“Though crass”  Psalais spoke, “Abyzou’s and your other companion’s words were correct,”  she said. “We cannot allow many out of this city, for risk of discovery, so we educate them on human culture and send out a few at a time,”  she sighed. “For many this is the first time they have ever seen a male...”  

“Ho, ho Dan, they look like they want to devour you...” Bastet laughed.

“Indeed this guard group is for your protection,”  Psalais said. “They would as your companion said devour you.”

“I have a name you know?”  Bastet said with a touch of annoyance in her voice.  “It is Bastet by the way.” she said.

“I am sure it would be fun for you for a time,”  Psalais said ignoring Bastet. “But i assume that even Demi gods have a limit.”  Dan thought about how Abyzou wrapped him up, and then thought of several women doing the same, and shuddered at the horror of it all, it was bad enough with one, but a whole city?

Abyzou smacked him over the back of the head. “What the hell?”  he shouted at her, rubbing the back of his head with his hand and looking at her reproachfully.

“You were thinking something rude.”  she said, crossing her arms under her massive breasts…

The rest of the trip went quickly, and soon they were at the doors of the massive palace of turquoise and gold. “This is where we part ways.” Psalais said, and without another word she and her guards left.  With a shrug Dan lead the way to the double doors, and was about to push them open but before he could touch them they swung open by themselves, revealing a circular room with thirteen thrones. Twelve of which were occupied by elderly Lamia, the thirteenth however was the largest and the most centrally located sat a woman who wore a see through slip and who had a massive golden python coiled around her she had long blonde hair that had a slight curl to it and reached her mid back, she was a gorgeous sight to behold, her perfect white skin was flawless. The strangest thing about her however was the fact that she was not a lamia, or rather that she had the lower half of a woman to match the top.

“Welcome to my kingdom.”  she said looking at them all with a smile. Her eyes zeroed in on Dan, and he felt an uncomfortable chill down his spine as she sized him up like a meal. “I know you but you do not know me...”  she smiled at him.

“I may not know you but I can guess who you are.”  he said, straightening his back and looking right back into her solid black eyes.

“Oh?”  she asked, cocking her head to the side, smile still on place on her blood red lips.

“You are Lilith, the first Demoness are you not?”  he asked, and her smile widened, revealing the long snake like fangs she had hidden before...