Talk:Lamia/@comment-26106762-20150312002930/@comment-28935784-20150416201245

Staring hard at the soft skin of her back, I accidentally walk into a rock. &lsquo;OOOOOOOF!&rsquo; The Lamia turns around, smiles gently at me and shoots her tail out to catch me around the torso. I grunt and strain at her tail with my hands, my eyes widening in horror at what her lower half looks like. &lsquo;Poor baby, &rsquo; she whispers. &lsquo;You look like you could do with some food and sleep. And a massage.&rsquo; Blushing, I gasp, &lsquo;Thanks, but I'm good.&rsquo;  &lsquo;Awwwww, &rsquo; she whispers seductively in my ear. &lsquo;You don't look so good. Your eyes are red as if you've been crying over an old love, and your clothes are all dusty. Tell it all to me.&rsquo; &lsquo;Okay, &rsquo; I gasp, feeling a huge tent in my lower half because of her voice. &lsquo;Actually, I'm just lost. I was just trying to find something to drink ...&rsquo; &lsquo;Well, I can help with that, &rsquo; she murmurs, lightly licking the side of my face. &lsquo;And I won't take no for an answer.&rsquo; She cups my face in her hands, teasing and tormenting me with her tail as she kisses me deep and feeds me her saliva. Within moments, I'm squirming in her embrace, moaning about that massage. &lsquo;I see my aphrodisiac worked, &rsquo; she pants, pulling off my clothes skilfully with her tail. &lsquo;Now, baby, it's your turn to feed me. With your baby-juice.&rsquo; I fall asleep, wrapped up safely and warmly by her as she takes me on the spot along with a lovely massage.