The Island of Wonder

Lamia toyed with the knife in her hands as she spoke. "Right, right. You want to know about the danger to you and your friend? I am not the only one interested in your race. When I was just starting, in the years of my youth, I met a Druvokai man, Vole. We quickly found common ground on the topic of exploration of old ruins, past and human race. But quickly, we realized that we had different views. Where I was curious and excited, he was afraid. He sees you as invaders and your unique abilities as strong and dangerous. If left alone, by his words, you could conquer the island." Lamia smirked. "Well, maybe not you, hah. But from what I know, the previous one got pretty far in that field." The woman's finger traced the knife's edge. "This knife belonged to her."

Nicole, and Annie behind her, were speechless. Partially thanks to the fact that Annie was under paralysis the whole time, physically unable to say anything.

"From what I learned, she had power of those signs on the knife." The woman pointed at the dark orange runes carved all around the weapon. "Something about giving different properties depending on the signs. The knife is supposedly unbreakable."

"Oh, this explains some things, then." This is why I couldn't absorb it. Damn, I wonder what more that other human could do.

"Her name was Monica." The Lamia said with a strange smile. "And I loved the name so much that I took it for myself."

"W-wait, what?"

"Hm? What, can't a girl choose a name for herself?" Lamia chuckled.

"N-no, it's just… I got surprised."

"Anyways, regarding past humans. The information wasn't clean and full, but there was a man as well, together with the woman. But he was found dead and even his name is unknown. Or it was, but by now, the ruins turned it into dust."

Nicole smirked. "Heh, and here I was wondering if the island was inviting only girls." Then she got serious again. "But what about Vole? You left the story abruptly."

"Right… We parted our ways but agreed to not mess with each other. Usually Druvokai aren't that strong, most of them need only enough to protect themselves. But his heart was consumed by the obsession over danger of humanity and he trained hard, enough to have a chance even against me. So… we both decided on not escalating the conflict. I still met him once in a while when looking for more knowledge. Since the moment I left, he found more people to join his side. They call themselves 'Antihum' now."

Alright, this sounds more and more fucked up.

"Nice, a group of crazy fanatics that's gonna hunt us. Em… thanks for letting us know? I mean… fuck." The sudden appearance of Lamia and the amount of information was overwhelming for Nicole. "I mean, after everything at the village, it's strange to just talk to you right now. And even harder to believe your words." Nicole tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes suspiciously. "How do we know you are not lying? What if this Vole guy is actually good and you are trying to oppose us?"

Lamia shrugged. "It's up to you if you believe me. I do what I want, and rarely regret going my ways." She licked her lips. "The doggy soldiers tasted nice."

"…That's fucked up."

The woman giggled sinisterly. "Girl, you should have learned by now – here, you will do anything to survive and thrive. And every other race hates my guts already." She grinned wide. "Why should I hold myself back?"

Nicole opened her lips to say something back, but realized that arguing about Lamia's morality doesn't have any point. "I get it, whatever. Is that everything you wanted? Can you get paralysis off Annie and that venom of yours off me? I appreciate the help and will think about trusting your words." Even the small amount spent at the Hive's court and in presence of the Queen made it easier for Nicole to find more polite words despite the tension of the situation. Please just fuck off. Please just fuck off and go away.

"Hm… sending me off already? I hoped for a cup of tea first~" Lamia chuckled, teasing.

"Nuh-uh. No tea for bad girls." Nicole smirked back.

Lamia pouted. "Oh, and here I was thinking about telling you something related to your ability… But fine, I guess bad girls don't share secrets." The snake lower body of the woman moved as she turned away.

Ugh, fuck! "Wait! Maybe I have one cup, after all." She is just playing me.

"Really~?" Lamia stretched the word. "Though I am not sure the mere tea will satisfy me anymore~" Her eyes glinted playfully. "I said everyone hates us, and I meant that. Won't say we don't deserve that, though. But… It gets lonely." She wetted her lips again. "Sure, kidnapping some unlucky hunter once in a while earns some action, but it's not the same, you know?"

Nicole wasn't sure, but for a moment it seemed that the tall, powerful Lamia in front of her had a vulnerable look.

"W-Where are you going with this?"

"Someone willing to share a bed with a Lamia is an anomaly here. What about a deal?"

"Sleeping with you?!" Despite Lamia's apparent beauty, Nicole hadn't considered this an option before at all.

"Exactly, darling. And I even will try to be gentle. I am not used to my partners not being actively trying to resist the process, haha. What do you say?"

At first, Lamia's words scared Nicole. What if I reject? Is she going to rape me anyway? What if she goes for Annie instead? And the longer she thought about this, Nicole realized the danger of the deal was slowly turning her on.

"Is this secret of yours really worth it for me?" Nicole knew the question was dumb and she had no way of verifying Lamia's words anyway.

The woman got closer to Nicole. "I would say so. Maybe not something that will immediately change your life, but… You may want to know this at one point."

Nicole's eyes went to the side as she debated herself. She saw Annie, looking at her with wide eyes of disbelief.

"First of all, let Annie free. And where's Mignon?"

Lamia thought for a second before nodding. "Enjoy moving again. And your Krellip? He's here." She pointed to the side, where Nicole saw Mignon's tail sticking from the bushes. The woman reached and patted the animal on the head. Mignon immediately sprang out with a bark, away from the Lamia and towards Nicole.

"What have you done to him?" Her tone got more serious.

"Nothing dangerous. My hallucinations don't have to be unpleasant. Think of it as if he had a nice dream."

When Annie was finally able to control her body, she immediately picked herself up into the air, hovering slightly behind Nicole.

"N-Nicole, are you really going to do this?"

Nicole turned around. "Well… I can't say I trust her, but again, what other option do we have? If everything she is saying is truth, we are in danger and need as much information as possible. And if she is lying…" She looked back at the Lamia and shrugged. "We just have to be careful with what we are doing with the knowledge we get."

"What if it's a trap though?"

"Trap for what? She could have killed us if she wanted to. And if she can't do it now, I don't think she will be able to in the house."

The snake lady was losing patience. "Come on~ Let's go. I would invite you too, but-"

"After how you treated me in the village, I don't want to have anything with you!" Annie frowned.

"Just as I thought." Lamia smiled. "Are we doing this or not?"

Nicole's heart was beating fast in her chest. Alright. What's the worst she can do? … Yeah, rape and kill us all. As simple as that. Totally nothing to worry about. With a slow, heavy step she headed towards the house. "Bed in the room should be more comfortable than grass."

Nicole and Lamia stepped inside, leaving Annie on the clearing. They went upstairs, into Nicole's room. Because of her tall frame, Lamia's head was almost brushing against the ceiling. The woman's gaze quickly swept across the empty interior.

"It looks almost like a cell – a room with just a makeshift bed. Add bars on the window and you can keep prisoners here." She commented with a smirk.

"And what did you expect? I just made the base. There is plenty of work to do, and it would look better if someone hadn't interrupted me." She gave Lamia a stern look but she didn't sound serious or angry.

"Whatever. It's not like I am going to live here. And I am used to way less comfortable places anyways. Have you ever slept on a tree?"

As Lamia continued the talk, she casually started to peel her clothes off. She was wearing the same chaotic and mismatched set of clothes and armor as she had in the village.

"Not wasting any time, huh?" Nicole smirked.

Lamia grinned. "You have no idea how hard I am. And we both know why we are here. What's the point of holding back?"

"Makes sense." Nicole shrugged, starting to undress herself. Just after a few seconds, in the middle of getting her shirt off, she was struck with a thought. Wait. Hard?

She pulled her shirt over her head, her vision blocked for just a second. When she could see Lamia again, the woman was already done, waiting for the girl by the bed. Starting at the lowest point of Lamia's hips and down, her smooth, fair skin was replaced by the black scales on the sides and green in the middle of her body. Nicole's eyes fixated on the woman's crotch, going wide.

What. The. Fuck.

Just above the point of skin to scale transition, there was a large, erected shaft. Without breaking eye contact, Lamia moved her palm along the surface.

"Speechless, hm?"

W-what?! She has a dick?!

Nicole continued to stare, standing frozen, with thumbs in the waistband of her pants in the middle of pushing them down. She felt the familiar heat igniting in her lower stomach at the sight. Nicole swallowed hard.

"You should have… Should have warned about this." She said, finally getting to her panties and sliding them down her thighs.

"Does it change our arrangement, then~?" Lamia purred in a low voice.

"N-No, it's okay." This thing is massive.

"Then come here, already~ Let Monica take care of you."

With a shaky step at first, Nicole nodded and got closer. They stood at arm's length, before Lamia leaned closer, her hot breath against Nicole's ear and neck.

"I am so starved for lips that are open not from fear but from lust."

Nicole licked her lips, a subconscious move. She lowered herself to a crouch, then her knees touched the floor for balance.

Oh fuck, it's right in front of my face. Jerar had surely a bigger one, but I didn't have to suck it either.

She wrapped her one hand around the hot, soft skin, feeling the hardness underneath and gave it a tentative, slow stroke, watching the dark purple head of a cock inches from her face.

This thing must be 12 inches at least…

"Mmh-yeah~, you are a slow starter, hm?" Monica said softly.

"It's just… Fuck." Alright, fuck it. Literally. Let's do this.