Talk:Lamia/@comment-82.37.23.250-20150304195535/@comment-28935784-20150304223702

I rush over to the Lamia and apply a soothing, healing herbal paste to her wounds. While I'm rubbing it all over her, I can't help but think what it would be to have her body gently wrapped around me while we fuck. I look at her bra which is falling apart a little because of a few vicious sword slashes. I take a generous amount of ointment and apply it to her back and sides while struggling not to look down her bra.

I then see that she has some stab wounds on her belly and breasts. I rub more salve across her flat (and admittedly sexy) midriff, then I prepare to take her bra off to give those hot bouncy titties a massage ...

Argh, what am I thinking? She's hurt! But she looks so pretty and helpless there, her arms on my shoulders ...

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and pull down her top, leaving her boobs free. I take one in each hand and start rubbing them gently.

Oops. Forgot to take some salve in my hands. Must ... not ... get distracted ...

I smear my hands with paste and rub them all over her tits. I forget what I'm doing and start squeezing them.

She wakes up. Crap. I swallow hard and look at her, red-faced.

'That was wonderful,' she giggles. 'Don't stop. And I want a better form of healing.'

She pulls down my PJs and briefs. I groan as she gropes me like I did her.

'Ready?' she coos, putting her arms around me and wrapping her snake body all around me in a tight, loving, warm embrace ...