Lamia Princess #2
"Yosh."
The conversation with the Lamia princess had concluded smoothly. Though we both harbored our own hidden agendas, at this rate, we would be able to form an alliance without any major issues.
A Lamia cavalry? With that alone, conquering this jungle would be a breeze. If I could expand my influence from a conquered jungle like this, I’d be able to stand my ground anywhere.
I just hope things go as planned.
"Everyone! Set up the barricades at the dungeon entrance and go back to what you were doing!"
"Keruk!"
I immediately stood down from combat readiness.
"My Demon King. Did the talk go well?"
"Yeah. Now, I'm going to make that Lamia mine as well."
"Shaa. Sharan is happy if things go well for my Demon King."
"Hehehe, you cute little thing."
"But if there are more Lamias, there won't be enough time to play with Sharan, right? Sharan is sad."
"Ah...!"
That’s right! Enjoying myself with the Lamias ultimately meant less time to enjoy myself with my women in the dungeon!
"Sharan. That’s why I’m working so hard lately."
"Shaa?"
"Once I give our executives real positions and entrust them with managing the dungeon, I'll have more time to play with you."
That’s the reason for recruiting talent. It’s about time I placed the right people in the right roles.
"So, let’s just hold on a little longer, Sharan."
"Shayashaa."
Sharan nodded. I gave her hair a gentle stroke and headed deeper into the dungeon.
"Hey."
As I was walking, Reika called out to me.
"Yes, Sister Reika."
"Is... are you really going to do it with that snake woman?"
"I have to. It’s a condition for the alliance. If we can recruit the Lamias, we’ll become much stronger."
"Still, it’s just..."
"You saw her just now, didn't you? She’s not as snake-like as you thought, right?"
"That’s not the point... Ugh! You fucking bastard! If you get bitten by a snake, don't come crying to me, you asshole!"
"If that happens, please cast a heal on me. Hehehe."
"Shut up!"
Perhaps out of anger, Reika stomped off toward the barracks. As I watched her with a satisfied smile,
"Honestly, I understand that reaction. Lamias are scary. They make my chest tremble."
Serineu, the champion of giant breasts, approached while her bosom jiggled. A real paizuri machine, indeed.
"No, why? They just have snake tails for legs."
"It’s just something about them! I think it’s because they’re a stronger race than us pixies! Anyway, they’re scary!"
"Don't worry. They’re allies now, not enemies."
"Ugh."
I patted Serineu’s head as well.
"Now, let’s get ready to train Princess Julia properly. Lumika, wash me up."
"Okay. I got it."
"Sharan wants to wash too."
"Hehehe, sure."
I went straight down to the basement and washed my body while being attended to by Sharan and Lumika. This is truly comfortable. But this holds a meaning beyond just comfort.
With naked, sexy women rubbing their bodies against mine to wash me, it was only natural for my sexual desire to boil over.
"Hoo."
Let’s clean myself up and keep my erection going while drawing up my mana. Sexual excitement is the very source of my power.
And so.
—Slither, slither.
The Lamia princess, Julia, returned to my dungeon.
"Oh, it seems your charm has increased? Princess Julia. You’ve become very beautiful."
"Fufufu, do you think so?"
Her skin was glistening. And some kind of pleasant scent was wafting off her. Did she apply lotion or spray some perfume? Seeing my cock reacting sensitively to it, it seemed to be some kind of aphrodisiac.
"Yes. That’s how it looks. It’s hard to take my eyes off you."
"Oh my."
Princess Julia’s figure was excellent. Her large breasts were well-wrapped in a bra made of scales, and her waistline was truly artistic.
"It’s my first time hearing such words... It feels very good. Meeting the Demon King was indeed a great stroke of luck."
"Hehehe, is that so?"
At my compliment, Julia blushed and looked happy. Since they are a race of only women, it wouldn't be strange if she had never heard that she was beautiful before.
"Anyway, please come in."
As I reached out my hand,
"Yes."
Julia took my hand. I immediately pulled her into the dungeon.
"This is the Demon King’s..."
"Dungeon."
"So this is what you call a dungeon."
Inside, my soldiers were lined up in formation. Of course, they were unarmed. Even so, they held such disciplined postures that even a stranger could feel the military spirit.
"..."
Julia seemed greatly surprised by the sight.
She must have never seen an army like this before.
"So many diverse races are following the Demon King? I’ve never seen anything like this. Lamias also keep monsters as livestock, but to be able to command them to this extent..."
"That is my charisma. But livestock, you say? What kind of livestock do you raise?"
"Excluding the ordinary ones, I suppose goblins or kobolds."
Lamias keep goblins and kobolds too?
"Oh. For what purpose?"
"Fufufu, we raise them a bit and then make them fight each other to gamble. It’s quite fun, you know?"
A goblin version of cockfighting.
But to the point of gambling? It seems the Lamias are a more intelligent race than I thought.
"This way."
As we talked, I invited Princess Julia to the prison. Of course, I had cleared out the inside and placed a bed and furniture there.
"Please, have a seat."
"Yes."
—Rustle.
Julia approached the bed and sat on it... So she can sit. The snake part isn't that long. Just the right amount.
Anyway.
"Well then."
Now it’s time to do my job.
"I will take off my clothes."
"...Ah."
—Swoosh.
I took off my top, then my bottoms. As I slowly undressed, I revealed my toned body to stimulate Julia’s sexual curiosity.
"..."
Julia watched me with her snake-like eyes. Enjoying her gaze, I even took off my underwear.
"...My goodness."
Her face had turned completely red.
"Su, such a phallus..."
She was showing great interest in my stiffly erect cock.
What women want is simple. To be fucked by a man they find decent. The opposite is also true. Men also enjoy fucking a woman they find good.
It is a primal instinct and a natural common sense.
And that is the source of an Incubus’s power.
"Have you never seen one?"
"I’ve seen a few before, but... not one this big."
"Hoho. So you have experience?"
"No... I have no experience. But I’ve had the opportunity to see them..."
Had she seen the genitals of the male races kidnapped by other Lamias? Regardless, it’s better for me that she’s a virgin.
"Then, Princess, please undress as well."
"...Understood."
Julia, who answered demurely, moved her hands to her back and began to take off her scale bra.
"What is that scale bra, anyway?"
"The, the breast-support, you mean?"
"Ah."
Is it because her breasts are large?
So that’s what they call it.
Breast-support. A good term.
"Fufufu."
Julia chuckled and picked up one of the scales that had fallen to the floor.
"We pick suitable ones from the fallen scales and make them. Lamias do this from a young age."
"Ah, is that so? It’s an interesting culture. I’m intrigued."
"Since you’re intrigued, you can learn more about it starting today."
"Along with the Princess, that is."
Finally, Julia took off her bra completely.
"..."
They were large, firm breasts. They were comparable to those of the pixies. Do Lamias store nutrients in their breasts? The pink nipples were also truly beautiful.
Does having breasts mean they give birth to live young? Or eggs? Or do they raise the hatchlings with milk? It’s a truly mysterious world.
"Yo, you’re staring so intently, it’s embarrassing. Even among Lamias, staring at bare breasts is considered rude, but..."
"It should be fine for partners who are about to mingle bodies. You’re just not used to it. Now, Princess."
"...Yes."
"May I touch them?"
At my words,
"..."
—Nod, nod.
Julia nodded. I immediately reached out and grabbed Julia’s breasts.
"Hoho."
They were hot and resilient. The texture was definitely different from the skin of humans or other fairy races. Usually, breasts feel like soft lumps of fat wrapped in bare skin, but somehow, the Lamia’s breasts felt a bit firmer.
They were elastic.
That made them even more fun to touch.
"Ugh...!"
Julia, eyes squeezed shut, shivered. She must be feeling pleasure. Her breasts might be quite sensitive.
"Princess Julia."
"Heh...?"
The sound that slipped out was cute.
"I want to know about the Princess. Princess means the daughter of a king, could you explain a bit?"
"That is... Yes. I will explain. But before that, could you let go of this..."
—Knead, knead.
I wanted to listen while touching her breasts, but I guess that’s not happening. As soon as I took my hands off, Julia began her explanation.
"In a place far away, there is a kingdom of Lamias."
A kingdom.
"A kingdom, you say?"
"Yes."
"It is a place where the concubines and their sisters, the mother, and many other Lamias reside."
Julia’s explanation began.
Since it was very important information, I listened intently and asked questions whenever I was curious.
"Then, Princess Julia, you led Lamias of close bloodline and came down all the way here because..."
"It’s all because of the power structure."
Princess Julia was the daughter of the Lamia Queen who ruled the Lamia Kingdom, but it seemed her rank was quite low. In simple terms, she was a late-born child. Naturally, as a late-born child, her power base was weak.
Before being hunted by her other sisters, she had led her group and come out to become independent.
And quite far at that.
"So sisters hunt each other, too."
Just like humans.
In the face of power, there is no such thing as blood ties.
"Cruel, isn't it? That is the life of Lamias. That is why I intend to build my power here."
"Hehehe, do you intend to rebel against the kingdom?"
"Fufufu, who knows."
She answered like that, but I could feel it. That she would do it if she could. She was quite an ambitious woman.
I like it.
Anyway.
I listened to other stories as well. The population of the Lamia Kingdom isn't that large, but it seems their technology is quite advanced. Like the pixies, they do sericulture and metallurgy. It seems they also know how to enjoy art and leisure.
They farm to provide grass for their livestock, and live by eating that livestock. It is literally a kingdom of snakes.
But since there are no males, they seem to procure males of all sorts of races from the outside.
"Very interesting. I want to hear more."
"Fufufu, alright. The night is long, so I will tell you as much as you want. Oh, and we should also talk about the punishments."
"Punishments?"
They say there are terrifying punishments in the Lamia Kingdom.
Prisoners. Well, even if they are prisoners, they are all women. Since the Lamia are a race made up of women. The most terrible punishment given to such prisoners is to force them to breed with races like goblins, giving birth to abnormal children.
"Those inferior Lamias... who hatch from eggs are immediately sent to the arena."
"My goodness."
A very interesting culture.
As expected, even if their lower bodies are snakes, their upper bodies are human-shaped. There is a variety of cultures. I understood the heart of anthropologists who traveled to find unknown tribes to study their cultures. Just by hearing that story, I felt like I wanted to know more about the Lamias as well as other races.
"Ah, but are there any enemies that can stand against the Lamias? Are there none?"
"Of course there are."
There are very many, Julia continued.
"In this world, there are countless races. There are races that have formed powers no less than the Lamia Kingdom, and there exist monsters that can trample a village with just a single individual. But among them, the most troublesome one is..."
"The most troublesome one?"
"There is a race that quite resembles the Demon King."
"What did you say?!"