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Marcos kept his dark eyes forward and alert. His experiences had taught the young adventurer to keep aware of his surroundings. The late morning sun was warm on Marcos’s olive skin, and he lamented not having a hat to shield his eyes. He came to the point in the path he was told about back in the village. Marcos paused for a bit, adjusting his pack on his broad shoulders. After a moment he turned off the main path and followed the trail. It was an old trail, and the surrounding environment was starting to reclaim it. Still, it was clear enough for the adventurer to follow. It led away from the well tilled fields and pastures that surrounded the rural village and into the wilderness.

Marcos’ chosen career saw him traveling from place to place and helping the locals with whatever trouble was outside their abilities to handle. Sometimes it was as simple as bandits, other times it was powerful beasts. The most challenging, and most rewarding, were monsters. Marcos couldn’t believe his luck in finding a monster that needed slaying. In truth, he had only stopped at the nameless village for supplies and a cup of wine.

While enjoying his drink at the wineseller, Marcos overheard the conversation of the locals. The shepherds were complaining about losing their sheep. A common enough occurrence, he nearly ignored it until he heard mention of two heads. That caught the adventurer’s attention immediately. Marcos went to strike up a conversation with the shepherds and from their description it sounded like some kind of two-headed lamia who was stealing their sheep.

The small farming village was not equipped to deal with a threat like a lamia and that was exactly where Marcos came in. As a traveling adventure, slaying a monster was right up his alley. In Marcos’ line of work reputation was everything and something as unique as a two-headed lamia would certainly add to it. After gathering what information he could from the villagers he set off for the lamia’s cave.

The trail opened up to a small clearing at the base of a large hill. Judging by the sheep bones scattered around, Marcos was certain this was the place. He dropped his pack off his shoulders and retrieved a torch while keeping a wary eye on the cave. The opening seemed to be of a fair size. Even with Marcos’ tall stature he wouldn't need to duck, at least to enter the cave.

Once I have her head, er, heads on pikes in front of the village my reputation will spread like wildfire. Marcos mused as he lit his torch.

He took a moment to stretch out his arms and legs, toned and firm as his muscles were, Marcos didn’t want to overstrain his body before fighting the monster. Holding out his torch in one hand and his short sword in the other he walked slowly into the dark cave. As excited as he was at his future prospects, Marcos was experienced enough to be cautious as he entered the monster’s den. As the light from the entrance faded the flickering torch illuminated the rough walls of the cave. Marcos strained his ears as hard as his eyes, trying to take in every sound and look for even the slightest of movements in the dim cave..

He stopped mid step when a sound echoed down the cave. It was the sound of a massive body sliding over the loose gravel floor of the cave. Marcos took a deep breath to steady his nerves before continuing towards the sound. His heart was already pounding and he hadn’t even seen the monster yet. Marcos gripped his sword tight enough to whiten his knuckles as his eyes darted around looking for any movement in the shadows.

From the shadows he saw the lamia suddenly appear. Without any hesitation Marcos swung his sword at the pair of heads. The blade sliced deeply into the neck of one head, but missed the other. With a hissing scream, the lamia recoiled back. Then with more speed than one would think a being without legs could move, she darted away into the darkness of the cave.

“Damn it!” he swore under his breath.

Marcos failed to sever both heads, so his job was only halfway done. He knelt down to pick up the severed head, but it suddenly disintegrated into dust in his hands. Shocked by this revelation, Marcos watched the dust swirl in the air only to be lost in the scree of the cave floor.

So much for a trophy… The adventurer lamented as he got back up on his feet. Still, slaying this beast will make my name known.

Marcos took off after the lamia deeper into the cave. He had barely gone a few meters in when something caught his leg and he fell forward, bashing his head hard on a rock. Marcos’ torch and sword flew from his hands. He tried to lift himself back up in a daze, but his body had other plans and he collapsed back down passing out.

Marcos woke with a start as he regained his senses. He had no idea how long he was out. He wasn’t in total darkness, so his torch was still burning. Marcos scrambled up onto his feet and picked up his lit torch. He looked around for his sword but was unable to find it. Hearing the sound of hissing and slithering nearby only heightened his fear. As he wiped the blood and sweat from his brow he was suddenly face to face with the lamia and he gasped.

She towered over him, having lifted her body fully up off the ground. In their brief first encounter Marcos had not noticed just how majestic the monster was. This close to the beast he couldn’t help but notice her feminine form by the torchlight. He blinked when he noticed her two generous pairs of human-like breasts. Below her breasts her scales began. The green scales glistened like emeralds in the flickering flames. They covered her long and obviously powerful snake-like lower body. The lamia’s arms seemed delicate, but she had little need of arm strength when she could crush a man in her coils. There was a deadly elegance to her entire form.

Distracted by what the lamia had below her neck, it took Marcos some time to realize she once again had two heads. He stared, horrified as to how this was possible. He saw a wicked scar where his blade had struck, now just a red mark across the throat. But there was more to this head, it seemed bizarre, as if that was still possible at this point. The head seemed to have two faces; two mouths, two noses, but sharing a middle third eye. The fused face was dripping wet with sweat as it locked all three eyes on Marcos.

The realization dawned on Marcos as he stared into those yellow iridescent eyes. This lamia was part hydra! She regrew her severed head, soon to be two new heads!

The lamia’s heads were topped with large tick tendrils. From a distance they would have resembled green hair. The tips seemed to curl and move, but he was unsure if they were actually moving or if it was just a trick of the flickering torchlight.

She wiped away the sweat from her new right head (or was it heads) before nibbling a finger while the other mouth spoke "Nice try, you silly human. Is that how you greet a lady? I wasn't going to eat you. After all, if I wanted you dead I wouldn’t have let you so deep into my home. I only wanted a couple of kisses from a man brave enough to enter my cave."

"But now," The left head said in a scolding tone, "you owe Hilaera at least three kisses, and perhaps more."

"I was just taking the sheep for sport, you know. Honestly, I prefer venison. I had hoped some poor but brave shepherd boy would cross my threshold to battle me.” Hilaera chuckled softly to herself. “But no, some overzealous adventurer came instead, swinging his sword around, chopping off heads. This will take a long time to heal fully," the fused head spoke from the other mouth this time, gesturing to the fresh scar across her neck, "you definitely owe me an apology, and I don’t just mean just saying you’re sorry."

Marcos stood before the lamia in shock. It wasn’t just fear and confusion that rooted him to the ground, there was something about how Hilaera moved, her entire body swaying softly as she closed the distance between them. It was mesmerizing and before Marcos even realized it she was next to him, leaning over at eye level with him. His eyes flicked between the four perfect breasts hanging low and Hilaera’s yellow eyes, almost glowing in the torchlight.

A smile spread across all three of Hilaera’s mouths before she grabbed the adventurer by the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss with one side of her new head. Marcos didn’t fight it at all, instead opening his mouth willingly for her serpent-like forked tongue. While Hilaera’s long tongue danced circles around his own, he saw the left head leaning in to start kissing the other mouth. At that, Marcos just closed his eyes and surrendered to the lamia’s affections. The torch dropped from his hand and clattered on the cave floor as Hilaera pulled him into her coils.

I guess I do kind of owe her… Marcos thought as she carried him further into the cave.

The absolute darkness of the cave gave way to a soft light coming from several lamps set into alcoves in the cave chamber. Skins and furs were spread out on the rough floor of the lamia’s nest and her few material possessions were arranged around the room. Hilaera brought him to the very center of the room.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Marcos said sheepishly, “About your, ah, head and all…”

“Once my new head starts to form the pain ebbs.” she made a dismissive gesture. “It’s not the first time my head was lopped off you see, I hatched with just one head.” she held up a single finger and winked with her left head.

“Ah, oh, I…” He could feel the flush in his cheeks.

Her right mouths both smirked. “I hope your performance is better than your pillow talk.”

“I just…I never talked with a…”

“A monster?” Hilaera raised three eyebrows. “Well, not all monsters are as…interested in companionship. And that desire only increases after I lose a head and my body gets…” she tapped a chin with her finger, trying to find the words. “You see, a side effect of a brush with death is a desire to mate.”

Hilaera flicked her tongue out over her lips as she watched the slightly nervous human. She then turned to her split head and started to deeply kiss the closest mouth. It was an unexpected show for Marcos, but it strangely relaxed him, or as relaxed as he could be in the coils of a lamia. When Hilaera broke the kiss with herself she could see the look of desire in Marcos’ beep brown eyes and smiled.

At that point she began to strip the adventurer. Hilaera’s delicate hands quickly unfastened his armor and tossed the breastplate to the side where it clattered against the stone wall. Marcos offered no resistance. His boots were already lost on the trip to the cave. He aided Hilaera in pulling off his tunic and leggings, which quickly joined his armor in a pile.

The smoothness of her scales against his bare skin sent tingles through his body. Marcos was no stranger to the company of women, but this was something more enticing than the smoothest of skin. This time it was Marcos grabbing one of her heads and pulling the monster into a deep kiss. His tongue ran gently over the tips of Hilaera’s fangs, the sense of danger only furthering his excitement.

“Careful, human…I don’t want you to damage your tongue so soon…” one mouth on her right head whispered while the other giggled softly.

Hilaera’s little warning only emboldened Marcos, and if anything he kissed her with more passion. She held him tight against her body, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin against her scales and chest. Hilaera ran her hands over Marcos’ athletic body, familiarizing herself with every muscle. Slowly, she broke the kiss and pushed him back into her long tail, cradling his body like a couch. Hilaera’s fingers traced slowly down his chest as all three mouths smiled.

“I see this sword is ready for battle now.” her fingers lightly teased the shaft. “And it will be a long battle, I assure you…”

Hilaera’s long tongue darted out and teased his shaft, flicking here and there. Marcos gasped and arched his back. This made Hilaera giggle once more as she shifted up slightly. She engulfed Marcos’ cock with her four breasts, squeezing them tightly around the shaft.

“Surprised? I have too many eyes to not catch you staring my dear, ah…”

“Marcos…”

“Marcos. So just lay back and enjoy the ride…”

The soft fullness of her four breasts bobbed slowly up and down on his shaft. Hilaera locked eyes with him with her left head and let her long tongue flick teasingly across the tip as it poked through her cleavage.

“Mmm, I half thought you’d blow after two pumps.” one of her mouths on the right chuckled.

“Maybe you have the endurance to keep up with me then.” The other mouth finished.

Marcos gripped the scaled body that was cradling him tightly. He was breathing hard as he watched Hilaera intently, wondering what the next trick the lamia would pull on him would be.

“Mmm, the last man I entertained couldn’t even poke through the top,” she commented as her forked tongue danced over the head of his cock. “I think you will pay me back with interest, won’t you?”

Marcos let out a moan before he could reply. “If you will allow me to, I will.”

Both mouths laughed as she started to pump his shaft harder and faster. Marcos moaned louder and closed his eyes tightly. With his eyes closed he had no idea she had switched heads. Just as Marcos was reaching his peak, the head of his cock was fully surrounded by one of Hilaera’s hot mouths. He cried out as his back arched up from her body. Her unoccupied mouth gasped while her tongue flicked in the air.

“Such a loud one, aren’t you?” The left head teased as her other head swallowed his seed.

“I, ah…” he panted, still twitching slightly as she ensured he was completely drained. “Only when the sex is good.

“Oh?” she chuckled as she pulled her head off of his spent cock and wiped her lips gently with the back of her hand. “Well, then, you better make sure I make just as much noise, I won’t tolerate a half-assed effort.”

He couldn’t help smiling back. “I’m never one to do so.”

Marcos reached for her split head and kissed each mouth slowly in turn. As he did so, Hilaera’s coils slowly wrapped around his legs and lower body. She shifted his body down slowly, down past the scar on her neck and down to her upper pair of breasts. Marcos cupped them firmly and kissed his way to a nipple. She let out a gasp at his playful love bite on the sensitive nub. He pinched her other nipple while flicking his tongue expertly over the one in his mouth. Hilaera sighed and pulled his body lower so her second set of breasts could receive some attention.

Marcos gladly complied, taking a new nipple into his mouth to tease. He could feel Hilaera’s grip tighten as he kissed and sucked on her nipples. She sighed and moaned before pulling him down lower on her body. He kissed his way across her scales until he reached her sex. Marcos hadn’t noticed it before; he had been distracted by other things. Hilaera’s scales parted slightly, exposing a long moist slit. The scent was both familiar and exotic to the human as she positioned his head right above it. Marcos needed no encouragement to gently tease the sides of her pussy with his fingers before leaning in for his first taste.

Hilaera let out a low lusty moan and her coils reflexively tightened around his body and legs. That didn’t stop Marcos, however. He pressed his face against her body tighter, trying to get his tongue into her as deeply as he could. Hilaera gripped the furs lining her nest tightly as she moaned louder. Her eyes were shut tight as she tried to enjoy Marcos without crushing him in her coils. He held on tightly to Hilaera, where her hips would be if she were a woman. From her squirming and increasing volume he figured the lamia must be close.

Rather than crush Marcos in her coils, Hilaera released his body as she felt her climax about to crest. He held onto her body tightly, even using his now free legs to hug her body. Hilaera arched her upper back while the tip of her tail slapped hard on the ground. Her loud cry echoed though the cave.

“Gods…” Hilaera panted through all three mouths, “you don’t make love halfway, do you?”

It was Marcos’ turn to chuckle. He slowly kissed his way back up Hilaera’s body and into her waiting arms. They wrapped around the human and held him close. Both heads shifted to kiss his lips, neck and cheeks. Marcos did his best to keep up with just one mouth. By now his body had a chance to recover and in the lamia’s arms he could feel his cock starting to grow long and firm once more. He wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Mmmm…” A mouth whispered in Marco’s ear as he kissed another deeply. “It feels like you are ready to slay the monster with your mighty sword, yes?”

“The thought has crossed my mind…” he whispered back, his lips brushing against Hilaera’s.

With help from Hilaera, Marcos shifted down her body and into position. It was odd at first, the angle being different than it would be with a woman, or any other creature with legs. It took a few tries, but Marcos managed to slide into her slowly. He let out a long suffering sigh as he felt Hilaera’s pussy surround his cock. Marcos shifted his legs as he straddled the lamia’s body until he could find the purchase to move. After that, it didn’t take long for the adventurer to find his rhythm. With renewed vigor Marcos thrust hard and deep into his newfound lover.

Hilaera gripped him tightly by the hips with her hands as her pussy seemed to pull him in deeper with every thrust. It had been so long since she had laid with a man, and that precious time couldn’t hold a candle to this bonfire. Hilaera held onto Marcos with a death grip and she moaned and writhed under him.

Marcos looked down at his monstrous lover, watching the way all four of her breasts would jiggle and shake with each of his thrusts. Never before had anything even come close to this moment. Hilaera grabbed his head and smashed her lips against his. Her other two mouths kissed and licked his neck and cheek as the orgasm shook through her long serpentine body.

Marcos cried out as well, unable to hold back any longer. He could feel the strong muscles of her pussy milking every last drop of seed out of him. All the tension melted out of Marcos’ body and he melted against his monstrous lover. Hilaera’s coils slowly wrapped around his body as her three mouths took turns between kissing him and panting for breath. Marcos was in no hurry to extricate himself from the lamia.

“Gods…” Hilaera whispered softly, “are you sure you are completely human?”

Marcos chuckled. “As far as I know I am.”

Her fingers worked their way down his back, tracing the cords muscles. “Perhaps this requires further study.”

“Oh, is my debt not paid?”

“The debt, yes. But my curiosity? Hardly.”

“Hmm, well, I’m more than a little curious as well.” he gently caressed her cheeks, each in turn, drawing soft smiles from Hilaera. “And I’m in no hurry to be anywhere.”

“That’s good, because you won’t be escaping my coils anytime soon.”

***

Several shepherds were gathered around a fire, preparing for the long night’s watch over the flock. The youngest looked off to the distance. It was already too dark to make out the treeline, but he knew where it was nonetheless.

“Still no sign of the adventurer?” He asked, turning back towards his companions.

“It’s been three days.” the oldest stirred the stew pot. “One way or another, he’s gone.”

“The lamia was probably too much for him after all.” The third shepherd said with a shrug. “At least she hasn’t nabbed any of our sheep since then, so it’s not a total loss.”

“Good thing he didn’t get paid until after the deed was done.” The eldest one let out a short laugh.

“Shouldn’t we go out there to check?” the youngest said as he joined the other two around the fire.

“Only if you want to join him in her stomach.” The third shook his head slowly.

***

Marcos never did become a famous adventurer. Fame, after all, has its disadvantages and he had found something far more valuable. As a nameless sword for hire, Marcos could still earn coin while keeping his identity, and more importantly his home safe. As far as the world was concerned, he never left the cave. The locals avoided the cave out of fear of the monster within.

Marcos smiled as the path opened up to the clearing in front of the cave. A small herb garden filled the air with a familiar scent and he sighed happily. Before Marcos could announce himself, he saw six pairs of golden eyes in the dark of the cave. In a heartbeat, Hilaera launched herself out of the cave and pounced the adventurer.

Marcos landed on the ground, wrapped up in a ball of lamia tail as Hilaera’s three heads fought each other to kiss her mate. It was all he could do to not have the wind knocked out of him.

“I’ve missed you…” Her left head started

“So much…” Her center head continued

“It’s so lonely without you in our nest…” Her right head finished.

“I’ve missed you too, my love.” he smiled widely as he kissed each pair of lips in turn. “And I couldn’t ask for a better welcome home.”

She loosened her grip and helped Marcos back up onto his feet.

“I made it back in time, I hope.” he said as he regained his footing. “I was worried about missing it the entire way home.”

Hilaera laughed as she shook her three heads. “I told you it would take months, otherwise I wouldn’t have let you leave for work.”

“I know, I just can’t help but worry.”

“I’m a big girl, I can defend the nest on my own, as you know first hand.”

“I do, I just can’t help it.”

“Come in then, I was just about to turn them, you can help.” She reached out and took her mate by the hand.

Marcos gripped her hand firmly and followed Hilaera into the cave he now called his home. After dropping off his pack in their bedchamber they continued deeper into a smaller chamber. The rough cave floor was covered in fine sand and several clay pots full of hot coals kept the room warm enough to make Marcos wipe his brow. Set into the sand were four huge round white eggs.

"See,” she leaned down and kissed his forehead gently, “you didn't miss your daughters' hatching. And they are all safe and warm."

"I'm a first time father, I can't help being nervous, especially in my line of work."

"I worry about you when you are away as well, so I can't protest too much." Hilaera leaned down and slowly turned the egg in the sand.

Marcos went to the next egg. As he bent down he started to softly sing a lullaby his parents had sung to him. Carefully he turned the egg and brushed the loose sand off the shell.

“They’re going to hatch singing that song.” Hilaera chuckled as she moved to the next egg.

“It was passed down to me by my parents, so that’s only fitting.

“Perhaps.”she smiled as they finished tending to the eggs. “There, all good for a while.”

Marcos stood back up and dusted the sand off his hands and legs. “Well, since the kids are taken care of, I think we can take some time to take care of each other then.”

Hilaera’s tail shot out and pulled her mate close, “Oh yes, I think we’re both in need of some care…”

Her three heads converged on Marcos and kissed him.

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Characters and setting belong to schwarzeschatten

Original art by OkunRed, https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43955270/

Writing by Syntaxerror37

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