The Lamia
Story by xephose
A little something I cooked up on a whim. This is about a 15 and a half year old boy and a hermaphrodite lamia (half snake woman for those unfamiliar with the term). Far as I'm concerned, 15 is a legal age in the story setting. There's a fair amount of not-sex before the scene I know you're all ready to fap to, so be aware of that.
As a disclaimer (and repetition just-in-case) this story contains a half snake futa woman, a fifteen and a half year old boy, mentions of violence and death, (kind of) non-consensual sexicals, gratuitous spooge, and douchey humans. If any of these things offend you in any way, you are more than welcome to click that little left arrow that takes you to a previous page, or the red X at the top right of this window.
Character profiles:
Kael - 15 and (and a half) years old. Young, brash, eager to live up to his father’s name. Mostly innocent, and quite bright for his age. Wishes to join the human military. Upon news of his father’s death, and the perpetrator, he seeks out revenge in order to prove himself. His father’s death hurt him greatly, but he couldn't show it in front of his family.
Appearance: 5’ tall. Slightly muscular frame from training. Tanned skin. Brown hair and eyes.
Anya – 27 in Lamia years (human conversion unknown). An experience warrior that travels the world, living mostly in solitude. On the human government’s radar for being a potential threat if she chose to attack, due to her strength and popularity among warriors of many races (though she’s practically unknown to the human public).
Appearance: From the waist up, 4’ tall. Tail is 30’ long. Red hair and scales, yellow eyes with slit pupils, pale skin and under-belly. Scales extend up her back and the back of her arms. Quite muscular. Female genitalia where you’d expect it to be, male genital slit on the underside of her tail, near the end.
The lamia
“Kael hun…are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes. Now please stop asking me. This is something I have to do, and I need to focus.” I shooed her off for the tenth time. It’s not that I didn't appreciate Mother’s concern, it was just a bit overwhelming at times. That, and I needed to concentrate.
General Ferald said that my father had been killed in combat with a rogue lamia that’s roaming the forests around our town. He’d been scheduled to return from his lengthy time on the front lines against the Orc army, and on his way back their caravan was ambushed. The only survivor had been a good friend of my father’s, a man named Reeve. He was wounded, but managed to pass on enough information for me to work with before he passed out. Apparently the caravan had managed to injure her greatly, and someone needed to finish her off before she healed and came after us. Lamia were known for their great strength and regenerative capabilities, so I had to work quickly. If I gave her a chance to recover, I wouldn't stand a chance.
I gave my equipment a quick once over. Sword, freshly sharpened, sheathed at my waist, shield slung on my back, hidden daggers in each boot, and two pouches of throwing knives. I’d bring poison as well, but nothing within my price range could even give a lamia a light fever. My armor is nothing special really, just made of leather, but it was light. On the chance that the lamia maintained some of its speed, I’d need the flexibility and mobility afforded by light armor. Satisfied, I walked to the front door and was greeted by my mother, younger sister, and Reeve.
“Now Kael…be careful out there. The lamia may be injured, but there are plenty of other creatures out there that may attack you or try to…take advantage of you.” Mother had a worried look on her face, but there was some pride hidden in her expression.
“I will mom. Don’t worry. No monster’s going to get the drop on me!” She seemed satisfied by that. My sister looked like she wanted to say something, but she choked up and started sobbing into mom’s side. She’d always been close to Father. His death hit her the hardest.
Reeve approached me. He looked pretty worn out, but at least he’s alright. “Now Kael, remember that this foe is unlike any of your friends. You’re not using a blunted sword, and the blows your shield blocks will be far stronger. This lamia fought like a beast possessed, she’s a complete monster. You cannot hesitate even for a moment, or you’ll end up like all the brave men she felled before.”
“Yes sir. I’ll do my best.” We shook hands, and I left without another word. The caravan had been approaching from the south and was attacked near the river. It’d be best to start there and try to find a trail.
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It was already past midday by the time I reached the caravan. It seems someone had already come
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