I couldn't stay in the room of a dead man. It smelled of him and it was putting me off. A big burst of House magic erased those traces. But it still wasn't my room. I cleared the room, sending everything into my item box. The ridiculous trademarked isekai item box. Changing my lungs' structure, I sang a tree-shaping Spell-Song and morphed the wooden paneling. Now it looked nothing like the previous room.
I brought out Alloralla's bedroom furniture. The posh elven workmanship was flawless. A few herbal essential sachets here and there made the place feel like home. After letting Nenandil know I would take a nap, I dove under the silk duvet and coiled my tail until I had stretched my muscles and found a comfortable position to sleep. Twenty minutes later, I was awake and refreshed. My metabolism perk made me require only 4% of the normal amount of sleep, food, and water. That translated to twenty minutes, eighty calories, and half a cup of water.
But I was fully awake and feeling curious. I brought a full-body mirror from my item box, the object popping out of nowhere next to the bed. Differently from what some manga and anima make you believe, at least in my experience there were no visual effects associated with it. No lights, no magic circles, no holes in reality. The objects just vanished or appeared out of thin air. I think a large object might displace enough air to cause a breeze or a popping sound but that's the extent of it.
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Lying on the bed in front of the mirror, I felt a budding tension begging for release. My breasts hurt and I spent some time massaging them. Despite the size, they were more sensitive than Alloralla's modest elven hills. My tail writhed, my rattle shook, and my lower body snaked over the bed with the sweet pleasure of fondling my nipples. That comparison made me wonder how my different versions compared to each other. I shifted in front of the mirror. Apricot's breasts were a D-cup. Or double-D, not sure.
Or maybe I should go from the smallest to the biggest. That would be Rosewise's A-cups - even when adjusted for the Eleon's size, they were practically flat. They held a special cuteness because the nipples were light pink and perky. Alloralla had B-cups. Or maybe C-flat. But they had the smallest aureolas and tiny nipples along with the second-darkest color. You'd think elven nipples wouldn't be so dark but mine were. Deal with it. Then Apricot had the least sensibility. I had no idea why but her body just wasn't wired for this kind of naughty stuff. It wasn't her condition, that much I was sure of. It didn't affect me in her shape.
Finally, my current incarnation's breasts. They were huge and I had no idea how to gauge them. I-cups? Double-H? I'll go with Double-H because I didn't want to think of myself as Ai-chan. Let the girl have her Monday fun with salaryman on the packed train alone. One bonus of having a System was that my body wasn't a normal one. I think I could be knocked down on a rock and cause that spider-crack crater before I walked out. My absolutely gorgeous boobs didn't give a fuck for gravity.
I played with them all. On a scale of sensitivity, Lakerta wins by a landslide, followed by Alloralla almost tying with Rosewise. The sensitive elven skin won. Apricot was a latecomer by a few laps.
With that experiment done, I spent some time checking out my current body. My head and face looked perfectly human. It was strange. To the dismay of some fantasy geeks, I didn't have scales on my upper body, a forked tongue. Just slightly slitted irises in my eyes. On casual inspection, one wouldn't even notice it. The only sizeable alteration in my "human" half was the snake fangs but these were retractable and stayed most of the time hidden against the ceiling of my mouth.
I felt the heat buildup near the end of my tail. I reached into the mass of coils and plucked it by the rattle. I lifted it and examined it closely. The yellowed underbelly scales were pretty and the leather felt nice to the touch. No wonder people sought Lamia leather so much, even though it was as gross as a necklace of shrunken baby heads.
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One hand before the tail tapers off I had two spurs just like most ophidians. These were the evolutionary remnants of the useless legs. In Lamias, these two spurs also had a secondary function. They were hollow and connected to specialized glands that secreted aphrodisiac. Such aphrodisiac triggered arousal in most people when they smelled it. But its true worth was upon skin contact when it caused a special effect in males: priapism.
It even had its own Perk, which I omitted from my racial listing.
> Lamia Afrodisiac Glands (rare): You can secrete an aphrodisiac fluid from your tail spurs. This substance acts as a pheromone causing subtle arousal in people Endurance meters around you. This passive effect cannot be traced back to you. Upon direct contact with the skin of a male, it causes them to have an erection.
Lamia Viagra, anyone?
As a female-only race, Lamias needed sperm from other sentient species to breed. Most two-legged males would object to fuck a snake so we evolved this tactic. Wrap and pin the mail with the tails and secrete the aphrodisiac on his skin, causing his cock to harden. From there, unless he broke free from the constriction, he would have no choice. I would like to believe enticement and seduction played a part and the whole forced priapism would be just a last resort but I wouldn't romanticize the proclivities of a species whose sample size was just me. The big breasts were also another evolutionary trait, I believe.
Yes, most Lamias probably resorted to rape. I wasn't proud of that.
But that wasn't me. No true Scotsman and all that shit. I felt a pleasant tingle as I pressed the sensitive scales around the spurs and a bit of the aphrodisiac squirted from the tips. I giggled and summoned a vial. Why not collect such a resource? You never know when you'll find a guy in need that can't hoist the flag. For the right buyer, this is worth gold.
Below the spurs were a bigger scale that covered... not my cloaca. Eww, gross. I didn't have a cloaca. You see, just like griffins are birds with feline hindquarters, Lamias were people with snake tails. The griffin had a cloaca in his lion buttocks and laid eggs from it. Lamias had separate anal, urethra, and vaginal openings. All cleverly hidden beneath the ventral scales. And Lamias were viviparous.
I think the aphrodisiac had some effect on me. I was feeling really horny. A bit above and between the spurs, I parted the scales, revealing my vulva. The scent felt divine. It had the same structures as you'd find in an elf, human, or dwarf female, even the outer lips. As my arousal grew, the labia majora swelled, naturally pushing the scales apart and protruding the vulva out. Even the pink button of my clit was popping from underneath its hood.
I traced the folds of my inner labia, twitching, and shaking my rattle at the shockwaves of pleasure that came from doing it. I felt like it and gently brought the tip of my tail to my lips and kissed myself. I felt an electric shock as I licked my swollen clit and the folds of my snake tail moved on its own, curling and twitching. I went slowly, tasting the savory fluids practically dripping out of me. Just the ease of having my pussy at the tip of the flexible tail was enough reason to love being a Lamia.
An urge to fill a void inside me rose to prominence as I lost myself in self-indulgence. It was something I felt as Alloralla sometimes but never as Rosewise. I had no idea if that had something to do with the physiology of my current body or my mindset that changed. I'd need to compare notes with someone else who'd also lived entire lifetimes in someone else's body.
I wanted to put something inside me, to fill that void. I took one of Sariandi's enchanted non-vibrating dildos and delighted myself with it. It felt nice to have something filling my vagina. Lamias were like elves in which we didn't have hymens or periods. I instinctively knew that Lamias would ovulate on demand, whenever they were ready to breed, just like snakes. Maybe even hold sperm to fertilize the eggs at a later date.
That was a mystery I'd never unveil. I wasn't putting any male fluids (or anything else) inside me. Even though this body liked being penetrated. I moved my tail closer and wrapped my tongue around my clit while the dildo slid in and out. The only thing better than this would be if Lorna was the one going down on me.
I missed my Queen.
Imagining Lorna sucking and licking my pussy made me orgasm almost instantly. My rattle quivered and my whole body twisted and stretched all over the bed, throwing the duvet and the pillows to the ground. After a minute, I calmed down enough to think. I felt the bed sheets wet. I'd squirted for the first time. I caressed my labia, indulging in the aftershocks of that massive orgasm.
Then I noticed that the tension was so great that the silk sheets ripped in some places. That distinction between venomous and constrictor snakes didn't apply to Lamias. We were both. I imagined if all Lamias were this sensitive, the poor male wrapped in their coils would be crushed to death during an orgasm. Maybe that was the problem. And a male strong enough to not be crushed would also be strong enough to not be pinned.
I created some silk from my fingertips and wove it to repair the bedsheets after casting a House magic spell to clear the mess I did.
I didn't feel like going out and doing the rest of my errands before departing. I stayed in bed and took another nap before playing with myself again.
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