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Aelis's first moments in this world were spent curled up inside the warmth of her egg. From that all-encompassing shell, she stirred to her first desires, thrashing around and punching through the outer casing. When she emerged, soaked in the natal fluids, her whines were heard by a circle of affluent traders, all of them marveling at her. She didn't know it at the time, but she was special.

The merchants squabbled and bickered among themselves, and her black eyes slowly open. The blur standing directly in front of her looked back down at her. It was a few minutes before she first saw the sandy brown face, the eyes as black as her own, and the beard and lips spread in a smile of the first man she would ever call her master.

Her master took her home to his golden palace and placed her in a tiny nest. When she cried in hunger, he would snap his fingers and one of his many servants would appear, tossing a tiny rat to her. She loved those rats, and even as she was new to the world, she would coil one up and open her mouth nice and wide, and wider still to gobble it up for that delicious feeling in her tummy!

The longer she stayed with her master, the longer she grew, and the longer she grew, the more he gave her. And it wasn't only food that her master would provide her, but such shiny clothes. Golden bracelets and swishy dresses sparkled in the sun as she danced. And her master loved how she danced. He would order it every night, and each night, she would dress in something different for him, for he would give her such nice things. Each of those nights, she grew out of her old clothes, and new clothes couldn't keep up, for they covered less and less of her body. One day, he asked her to dance without providing anything new. So, she wore what she had the day before. He didn't like that. Her master threw his tray at her for not wearing the nothing he brought her, and it confused Aelis so much.

That was the last day that her master asked her to dance.

Soon, she would get a different Mistress. Her mistress saw her and handed Aelis a sword and had her large men threw her into a sandy pit. There, Aelis watched the men and women use those swords and pierce each other's flesh, watching as blood leaks out of them, much like the blood from the rats she ate. Her tummy growled when she saw the crimson fluid, and one day, she was led into the place where the people chopped each other up, and she dodged and weaved the man she faced, finding this new dance to be just as fun as the old ones, or rather… much more! At the death of her first opponent, she was hungry, so hungry, and so she opened her mouth wider, wider, and wider still!

Her next opponent was different. She wasn't a man at all. She fought valiantly, their dance much quicker, much more refined. It made her tingle in her tummy as their blades clashed, a smile spreading across her face as she looked into her opponent's eyes. But every dance has to end, and when she sliced through the woman, the blood gushed out and sprinkled over Aelis's chest. She shuddered at it, and she forgot her hunger as she moves her hands over the blood-soaked flesh. She felt a tingling down at the base of her tail, just underneath her tummy. Her little snake slid out from within her flaps. She never thought of that little snake before, but her mistress had her taken from the pit then and there.

Aelis had never seen her mistress undressed before, and the bed she lay on reminded Aelis of her old Master's bed. When the woman ushered her forward, the lamia had no choice but to slither on to her. When her mistress's hands grabbed her shoulder and pulled her in, Aelis had no idea what she was doing. When their lips touched and she felt that tongue enter inside of her, then that little snake stuck out from within her, standing taller than before. Before Aelis could pull herself free, the sensation of the woman's warmth beneath her was enough to spring her first fight with lust. It is a fight she lost.

And she continued to lose that fight, leaving the Colosseum, and remaining at her mistress's side. Her mistress would have her at her side forever. Aelis wore glimmering metal during the day, and stripped it off at night, playing with her mistress over and over again.

And one day, her mistress lay in bed, her hair gray, her body frail, yet Aelis was larger and stronger than ever before. Her mistress held a hand up to her pet and lover, brushing fingers over the lamia's cheeks. They had discussed this--what would happen in the twilight of her life. So, one last time, Aelis gave her a kiss upon her cheek, and the lamia opened her mouth wide, wide, wider still.

Her next master came to her the day afterwards. He was a short creature—something she hadn't known before. Something that hadn't lived nearly as long, but he pet her and told her that he would take care of her if she protected him and his interests.

“You are a special girl, Aelis," her master had told her all those years ago. “Together, we will make sure that bitch who took your mistress from you gets what she deserves."

She didn't understand what he meant then, but she went under Vijaya's wing, anyway, becoming his pet. She would sit in during some of his meetings, learning about his plan to overthrow the Queen, a woman she had never met before, but someone her mistress knew all-too-well. Someone who had betrayed her mistress. So, she followed him and did everything he told her, because this Queen, whoever she was, made Aelis miss some time with her mistress, and for that, she would never forgive that monster.

But for now, Aelis has nothing to worry about. After all, her battle against the arrogant kobold that had dishonored her master has ended, and it was in a much more explosive manner than she had ever expected. The lamia sprawls out on the sandy arena, her tummy expanded from the meal that rests within her, and her chest and belly glistening with her terrible orgasm.

“Aelis!" Her master barks, standing up from his seat. She glances over to him, her eyes still glossy from the glow of the experience. All of his guests had left, leaving them the only ones in the room. “Come, girl. We have much to discuss."