The Lair of the Lamia

To round out Halloweek 2020, I bring you the long form fiction for this month, "The Lair of the Lamia". In which our protagonist, Charlie, makes their way into the aforementioned lair. But the Lamia is not alone, can Charlie make it to the end, or will they succumb to the traps and guardians that the Lamia has in her lair?

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It had been a long road, but finally, Charlie had found it. The snakes carved into the cliff face had to indicate that the creature was here. No more splashing around in bogs, getting ambushed by imps, or goblins. They’d fought their way past the plant people of the Arilla forest, whose sweet-smelling pollen had nearly enticed their tired sleepy mind to lay down and rest.

No. This was it. Charlie grabbed their waterskin from their hip, and raised it to their lips. Nothing came out. Damn. Well. Maybe there would be some water inside the cave. The Lamia had to drink something, right? Lighting a torch, Charlie stepped into the cave.

The darkness wasn’t as bad as they thought it would have been. Light filtered down from a few holes in the ceiling, revealing a small cavern. A cobblestone path wound its way to a door that was sealed shut, writing was inscribed on the door, but Charlie couldn’t read it from where they were. Calmly, and as quietly as they could, Charlie crept forwards, careful to stay on the cobblestones, lest the crunch of sand beneath their feet awoke something. They heard a soft hissing as they got to the midway point and stopped.

They looked around, cautiously. Nothing sprang to attack. Nothing caught their eye. Just the soft hissing, which soon faded away into silence. Warily, they stepped close enough to the door to read it. Their head was starting to swim. They must have been thirstier than they first thought. They tried to read the words on the door, but they weren’t making sense.

For a minute they tried to read them in their head, but could not manage. Finally, they decided to try and just read them aloud.

“Sle-epy servants… sleepy servants mus- must submit.” That made sense, they thought, stifling a yawn. Sleepy servants should submit.

“Sleepy s-servants must… obey…” Again, that made sense. A sleepy servant is still a servant, and they should obey.

“Sleepy servants must… drop… deep.” And with that, Charlie’s mind dropped, like a stone. Deep into trance.

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Charlie came to, and they felt parched. They were still standing, in front of the door, which was now open. They did not know how long they had been there, but their torch had burned out, and was laying on the floor in front of them. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was getting water. Maybe there was some up ahead? They stumbled forwards, feeling so weak. Their mind still foggy. And rounded a bend to see what their heart desired. A small pool of blue water that seemed to shimmer, and shine.

Ignoring all caution, Charlie rushed over, and knelt down. They could see the bottom, and their reflection in it. They lowered their hand into the water, and then cried out in surprise, as the water stuck to them, flowing up their hand.

Charlie stumbled backwards, tripping, the water was still flowing up them, pulling up out of its pool. Before they knew it, they were pinned, somehow, as the liquid assembled itself atop them to a figure. Vague in shape, somewhat feminine, with attractive qualities that were slowly solidifying to become recognisably more human. Charlie tried to wriggle, to free themselves, but every movement made the liquid travel further up their body. Soon the figure’s face had become far more identifiable. A round chin, slightly chubby cheeks, and what looked like soft, kissable lips. Charlie thought about that for a second, until the liquid person spoke.

“I’m sorry for startling you, fair traveller. Would you like a drink? You seemed ever so desperate to drink from me just now. I thought it would be important to let you know who you were drinking.”

Charlie was stunned. This person wanted to be drunk?

“Are you taken aback? I can go back to being a pool, if you’d rather, though…” They reached forward, and ran a hand down Charlie’s nose, letting a slightly damp finger rest on the tip. “It’s been an awful long time since I’ve had someone to play with, and you seem like you’d be up to play…” The tip of Charlie’s nose was feeling pleasantly tingly.

“N-no. Wait. What are you? Who are you?”

The Liquid figure withdrew their hand. “Oh. You- You’d like to get to know me first. I- I’m Ash’ula, but, please, call me Ash. I’m a slime woman! I don’t think I’m young enough to be called a girl anymore… Who are you? What made you wander into this place, so far from civilisation?”

Charlie stopped. How much should they tell her? Ash seemed nice enough, but it never paid to be too careful. They coughed; throat still dry. “I’m Charlie. I’m here looking for something. Someone.”

The Slime woman, still on their lap, straightened up at that. “Oh, are you here to see The Mistress? She doesn’t take very kindly to strangers, you know…”

Charlie was vaguely aware of a wet sensation pooling up their back, but they couldn’t tell if it was outside their armour or not.

“But anyway. How about that drink? You must be ever so thirsty, to have thrust yourself into me with such desperation.” Charlie didn’t know whether to laugh, but the slime woman didn’t seem to see her innuendo.

“I… I am still thirsty, yes. What would a drink from you require?”

“How about this. I’ll give you a little for free. If you want more, you’ll have to play. Does that sound agreeable?” Charlie pondered for a moment; Ash hadn’t told them what drinking from her actually consisted of. But they weren’t getting any less parched. Charlie nodded. “Okay. Open your mouth, and…” As Charlie opened their mouth, the slime woman gently slid the tip of a finger inside. “Suck.”

Hesitantly, awkwardly, Charlie did so. Quickly, a liquid came out. It felt like water, but tasted… Sweet? Something was different. But it was quenching their thirst. It actually tasted really good. They kept sucking, and sucking. Eager to get every drop, and as the woman pulled her finger out, the tried to follow, but the wetness at their back held them down.

The woman giggled. “Oh, such a thirsty little thing, aren’t you? Would you like some more? Do you want to play with me?” Charlie could have said no. But they weren’t completely quenched yet… and they did want more of the slime woman’s drink. Their mind was feeling slightly hazy, and their lips tingled gently where the woman’s finger had been touching them.

“What… what are the terms of you game?”

“Oh, it’s simple. If you want a drink… You have to come and get it. Convince me you want it with your actions, and I’ll give you all that you want and more. Does that sound fun?” It did. It really did. Charlie’s hazy mind leapt at the thought. Imagining what it could mean. They nodded. They’d come this far. “Good! Well, if we’re going to play together, you should be comfortable. Let’s get you out of that heavy armour…” And quickly, easily, Ash’s liquid took apart Charlie’s Breastplate, their vambraces, and their gauntlets, leaving just their clothes. Charlie didn’t resist, they somehow couldn’t find the mental effort to do so. And besides, they should be comfortable, that armour was weighing them down.

The slime woman drew herself up to her full height, and looked imperiously down at Charlie, whose back was suddenly dry. “Okay, human. Charlie. If you want to drink from me… Then show me how much you want it. Kiss me. Show me passion. Maybe that will prove to me that you deserve another treat.”

Charlie’s brain kicked into overdrive. More. Yes. They reached up, grasping onto a surprisingly solid shoulder, desperately grabbing at Ash’s body, giving all of their passion into showing how much they wanted more. And every kiss was glorious. Before long, Charlie was panting with arousal, with pleasure, with need. They leant back, as Ash surveyed them, mischievously.

“So, human. You want your fill of me? Want me to let myself into you however I please?” Charlie nodded, head swimming with lust. And without warning, Ash’ula surged forwards, rushing up their body. Pinning their head down with a constant torrent of liquid around their neck, not squeezing, just keeping them down, Charlie’s head was engulfed. Holes were left to breathe from, but quickly, they could feel a foggy feeling in their brain. Not of being suffocated, more like their mind was being rinsed away. Their thoughts swept along and out on a river of mindlessness. It was dazing, it was disorienting, and Charlie found themselves loving it. To be so blank. So empty. No concerns. Concerns...They felt something at their hip. A sword handle.

What was that doing there? Another rush, and liquid was flowing down their chest now, to those sensitive areas that made them squirm as they were touched. A little pleasure joined with mindlessness in their brain. It was so hard to hold onto any thought. But they had one hand on that sword handle. Something physical to hold. It wasn’t much. But. It let them have a small trickle of thought. What was the sword for? What had they needed it – the Lamia!

With a fluid motion, Charlie drew their sword and brought it up, the blade went right through the slime woman. But it distracted her, which gave Charlie a chance to push themself backwards, and put distance between them and Ash. They stopped, sopping wet, no longer thirsty, well. No longer in need of hydration. They swallowed some liquid that was still in their mouth and tried to shake some of the fogginess from their freshly washed brain. It was hard to find more than a few thoughts, But the ones that they needed, mostly to leave, were the ones that they followed.

The sound of Ash re-entering her pool echoed off the walls as they left into a short corridor, with a door at the end. As Charlie got closer to the door, they heard, moaning? Was it pain? Or, no. Definitely pleasure. Steeling themselves, sword still in hand and still very damp, Charlie opened the door.

A heavy smell filled the room, it smelt good. Charlie instinctively took a death breath in as they walked forwards. The room itself was furnished lavishly, containing a table with comfortable looking chairs, velvet drapes, and even a large sofa. But the moans of pleasure were coming from a couple on the bed, a man and a woman, Both with their heads at each other’s crotches, their moans were distracting to Charlie’s train of thought, such that they had after having their brain rinsed out. Charlie paused, they, the two people hadn’t noticed them. They could try going to the door on the far side. If they were quiet

They took another deep breath, and found themselves listening to the couple’s moans. There was something deeply erotic about hearing the two of them, locked together in ecstasy. Charlie fought the urge to give in to their growing arousal, and quietly moved to the door.

The handle wouldn’t move. Locked. They looked around, now having to actively not think about the couple on the bed. A glint caught their eye. There. On a chain around the woman’s neck, bouncing up and down on the man’s stomach as she bobbed her head. A key.

Charlie carefully moved closer. The moans were getting hard to ignore, and Charlie’s sex was feeling warm, needy. The desire to touch sparked, and they pushed it away. They were so close now. Able to hear the soft sounds of the couple’s mouths. The noises made those feelings of need increase. Maybe just a quick touch…

They were moving their hand down, unable to look away from the couple on the bed, when the woman’s hand reached out and grabbed theirs. She had taken the cock out of her mouth, as her other hand went to work on it, and looked feverishly into Charlie’s eyes.

“Oh, fuck. Help. You need to get us a-a-fuck-apart. Theeeee… Mmmf fuck, yes, keep going! Th-then we ca-ca-ah! Can help you.” She went back to sucking and licking the cock before her. Charlie nodded. That made sense. Help them get apart and they can help. Charlie tried to pull the woman away, but the woman’s legs were locked around her partner Maybe they could… they could… Damn. It was so hard to think with this thrumming arousal in their head.

What if they could get the woman’s attention? But… what would work? They looked around the room. Nothing caught their eye. They tried tapping the woman on the shoulder. Then they tried saying please. All the time the moans were grabbing at their attention. It was so hard to think. They sank to their knees beside the bed, desperately trying to stop themselves from slipping a hand into their trousers. They looked at the couple on the bed.

“Please. Please stop. Please… Fuck. You need to stop… Stop it. I want- I want…” They reached out a hand, still begging, towards the woman’s face, and they saw her eyes dart to it, still sucking eagerly on the cock before her, but almost like a gravitational pull, she tilted her head. Leaning towards one of Charlie’s outstretched fingers.

Almost experimentally, Charlie put her finger in the woman’s mouth. Quickly, she began sucking on it, like it was another dick. As Charlie slowly moved her hand, the woman moved with it, eyes focused on the hand before her, still moaning at the man’s ministrations on her own sex.

But as she got too far, she almost fell, and the man put a hand up, steadying her on his face. But still the woman sucked at Charlie’s finger, moaning softly as she did. Charlie had one idea, amongst all the moaning, the lust, the arousal. Slowly, they extended the other hand towards the man’s mouth, and found that he did the same as the woman, quickly beginning to suck on a finger, and moan softly.

This time, as Charlie moved their hand, the woman came away from the man. And once their bodies had stopped touching, they both slowly stopped sucking, but for a while, Charlie had one on each hand as the two blankly sucked and licked at their fingers, so eagerly. Charlie, still flushed with arousal, and success, and lust, briefly thought about what it would have been like to be in one of their positions. Or between the pair. The thought excited them, but no. It wouldn’t be right to do such a thing to two such suggestible minds.

Almost sadly, Charlie pulled their fingers out of the two’s mouths. It as oddly quiet, without the couple’s moans. The woman stepped forward, embracing Charlie, who looked at the man, puzzled. “So, what happened to you two?” They asked.

He seemed to notice for the first time that he was naked, and blushed. It was cute, in a way. “Oh, erm. Well… Sorry, it’s hard to remember.”

“Hard to think” the woman moaned into Charlie’s chest, still embracing them.

“Yes. It’s been some time. But we were a witch and wizard, come here to vanquish the Lamia. We ended up enchanted to be her pleasure slaves. Well. Convinced, sort of. A mixture of the two.”

The woman hugged tighter to Charlie, moaning “Pleasure Slaves, mmm… felt so good”. She started to gently rub her hands down Charlie’s back, softly pressing at their muscles. Draining the tension away.

“It did feel good. To be so lost in each other. To be able to ignore all mortal needs and just… enjoy the pleasure.” He had stepped closer. The woman had begun gently kissing Charlie’s neck. It all felt so good. The man came closer still, caressing their face…

They tumbled to the bed, a mess of limbs, of moans and ecstasy. Charlie’s mind swam as the man started licking at their sex. The woman sat on their face, and Charlie eagerly licked, tasting her lust. Charlie was so wonderfully lost in their own pleasure, in the woman’s pleasure, but. But. No. This was supposed to be the man and woman helping them. She tried to speak, but the woman looked down at her, and ground her pussy into Charlie’s mouth more, smothering the question, as Charlie obediently doubled down on their efforts to get her off.

“No no, sweet one. No questions. We need to help you become a good pleasure slave. To serve Mistress. Show me what your tongue can do.” Charlie’s tongue obediently started lapping, making the woman moan, her thighs tight around their face. But still, Charlie knew that they needed to get away before they were totally lost in the pleasure. They grasped with their hand, looking for something, anything, and found the man’s Cock. He stopped sucking at their sex, just for a moment, and that gave Charlie’s mind the time it needed to put their body to action. They slid out from under the woman, pushing the man away. They quickly grabbed the key from around the woman’s neck, and, grabbing their sword from where it lay on the ground, ran to the door, unlocked it, and stumbled through.

Charlie was naked. Their mind was swimming, they could still taste the woman on their tongue. Between the earlier brainwashing, and the pleasure, it felt so hard to think of anything but being a good pleasure toy. But they pulled themselves upright, held onto their sword. They had come this far. They could finish the rest. Now they just needed to figure out what the rest actually consisted of.

The corridor that Charlie was in twisted and turned, but they followed it, almost mindlessly, their brain full of thoughts of lust, and pleasure. Finally, they came to a door, hanging open, and through it, in the dim light shining from the roof of the cave, Charlie could see a few rugs, laying on the stone floor, and little else, though the soft hissing that emanated from the darkness towards the edges of the room told them that it might be the end of the road.

Trying once more to clear their head of the thoughts of lust that filled their mind, Charlie stepped through the door, sword held ready. Now they were in the room, the hissing seemed to be coming from directly in front of them. Cautiously, trying to pay attention to their form, even as the echoes of the moans that the couple had been making were running through their mind, they stepped closer.

“Your sword isn’t blooded, human.” Charlie span round to face the voice that came from behind them. Only inky darkness. “You didn’t harm my sweet pleasure slaves. That’s good. Foolish. But good.” The voice had moved, coming from Charlie’s left. “Is this how you want to fight me? Naked, mind so heavy with lust and arousal that I can smell it? Holding a common sword?” A soft hissing sound that could have been a laugh came from behind them. The voice had gotten louder. It was making it hard to think. Drowning out all thoughts, other than the lustful need.

“Come on, keep stepping further into my chambers… I won’t hurt you.” The voice was coming from all around now. Maybe it was inside their head, it felt so easy to listen to. “You can trust me on that. You’ve not hurt any of my pets, so I’ll take good care of you.”

Charlie’s mind fought desperately, floundering against the aroual, and… Submission? Yes. That was what that feeling was. The want to submit. To obey the voice in the shadows. But, no, they had come so far. They searched their brain for something to say. And found a single word. “N-no.”

The hissing stopped. Charlie felt some control come back to their mind. But also heard a slithering sound, and, turning, saw her, for the first time. Bright, shimmering eyes, hair done up and adorned with beautiful ornaments, and a shirt that left very little to the imagination all flowed down into a sleek, powerful looking tail that faded into the darkness behind her. The Lamia towered over Charlie, but they did not take one step back. They held their sword a little tighter, and raised it. Still, they couldn’t help but admire the Lamia’s beauty.

“No? No… You don’t seem to understand, pet. I’m giving you a chance to submit. Surely you’d like that? It must have been so much effort to get through my guardians. Wouldn’t you rather-”

“No.” Charlie held onto that word. And swung their sword with as much force as their body could muster, taking a step forward. The Lamia slipped backwards, dodging the swing.

The snake woman laughed again, her hissing, teasing, taunting laugh. “Very well, try me, if you want to fight. Try and hit me. And you’ll need to try harder than you just did.” Charlie tried to snarl in anger, but all that they could muster was a soft moan.

But they swung again, and again, each time, the Lamia deftly dodged backwards, or to the side. “Come on pet. You can do it. Try putting more of your energy into it. Maybe think of it like you’re using up a thought every time you swing.” They were getting tired, but Charlie wasn’t done yet. As the snake woman dodged her next swing, they ran forwards, hoping to surprise her.

But they were tripped, and felt what had tripped them wrap around their ankle, hoisting them gently, but easily, into the air. The Lamia’s tail held them, tightly. “Oh, be careful, sweet human. You could hurt yourself. Now… let’s take a closer look at you, shall we?” Charlie still had a hold on their sword, and tried to bring it up, but as they looked at the Lamia, they found themselves so very close to her, and instantly, they locked eyes.

Charlie’s mind instantly began to fog up. The lust that they had managed to push away coming back twice as strong. They couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh, yes, you’ll do very well as a good little pet. But, you seem so tired, after swinging that heavy, heavy sword around.” Charlie’s arm felt so weak, as it tried to hold onto the sword. “I don’t think you need it anymore. Just let it go.” Meekly, obediently, Charlie’s hand opened, and the sword fell to the floor. “Good pet. Now…” The Lamia’s tail began to fully encircle Charlie, holding them tight, making them feel so safe, so secure, and pulling them closer. “Look into my eyes… Mmm… I can feel your lust, you know? I can taste how much you want me.” The Lamia’s forked tongue flashed out, and she smiled down at Charlie, who just couldn’t stop looking into those gorgeous eyes. “Just let go. Give in.” From behind them, Charlie could hear footsteps, and sloshing water? It was so hard to think. It would be so easy to let go. They gave a soft whimper of protest as the Lamia’s tail uncoiled from around them. “Hush now pet. Just let your mind rest, as we welcome you to your new home.

Charlie felt themselves lowered to the ground, and instantly their head was surrounded by the sweet, sweet liquid of Ash’ula the slime woman, who again, left holes to breathe, but began the process of cleaning Charlie’s mind. At the same time, they could feel the pleasure slaves touching them, reigniting the lust from earlier. It was so hard to move, to do anything but just feel so good. With a soft hiss, the Lamia came close, still looking into Charlie’s eyes, and smiled. “Oh yes, you will enjoy being my pet. Now, listen closely, and let me talk to you…”