Prompt: Of Man, Lamia, and Goddesses (Part 15)

Summary: In a parallel universe much like our own, a series of divine mishaps creature a world where lamia replace human females as the eternal partners for men. What follows is a series of vignettes of how this world evolved over time. Commissioned by downhillrabbit6.1 for the month of October 2023

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The Second Centaur Invasion proved devastating to the livelihoods of both Lima and Mipra. But as was the case in many wars, the working class were always the ones that endured the greatest tragedies.

The streets flowed white with male semen as the invading centauresses and golems targeted the farms first, having their picks of the males. Content to have their way with both the men and women, Lima's extended family quickly fell towards the encroaching centaurs too, their supple, juicy bodies perfect for pleasure and sustenance. It was pure happenstance that Mipra had squirrelled Lima away from her duties on the farm that her beloved could escape the worst of the depravity, the raping and the pillaging that befell her home.

Mipra stuck to the water-ways and towards a safe house. Her noble family had heard on the winds that a terrible storm was brewing, and had prepared for a coming invasion. The lamia lurched forward, closing a heavyset door behind her as she reared up, massaging her scaley labia; her scaled fingers stroked a pulsating slit just under her navel, Her skin tensed up, her stomach wrenching as Lima stirred within, her opening puffing up in sensuous pulsations as she clenched and pushed.

Splurt. From her opening, Lima spilled forward, entirely nude, her misshapen goo form puddling on the floor. She flopped for a spell, her liquid form struggling to reform as she sobbed on the floor.

"Be still, my love," Mipra admonished her. "Centaur scouts run rampant across our lands. They will hear of you."

"But my sisters... my dearest queen mother..." Lima sobbed, her entire body jiggling. "All gone... when I close my eyes, I hear their hooves, beating against the soil. They charge for me, ripping me from-"

"Enough," Mipra silenced Lima, reaching down to take the green slime woman's arms, hoisting her up. "I will not let them have their way with you. Those mongrels cannot have you. You are my greatest treasure, Lima."

Lima was rendered speechless; even her body seemed to cease melting for just a moment.

"You have grown, Lima. You are no longer a child of the earth. You serve a higher purpose; you belong to me, Lima."

"Y... yes, my mistress." Lima stirred, the corner of her eyes bubbling with viscous green tears. They clenched each other's hands.

"A thousand centaurs could not separate you from me." Mipra went on. Lima was enamoured with Mipra's colourful words, a product of her privileged upbringing and classical education. She wish she could be more like Mipra, so confident. As she thought this, her lower body morphed on its own, coiling into a lamian tail.

"I am yours, my mistress." Lima leaned closer. "Do with me as you will..."

"Shhhh..." Mipra pressed a single finger to Lima's lips. "We must go together."

Mipra parted her lips slowly, before her jaw gaped open, slowly unhinging. Lima clutched at Mipra's breast intimately, looking down Mipra's esophagus with baited breath. If Lima was to survive, she would have to make Mipra her vessel, her home. She was nothing without her mistress' blessing, without her protection.

The slime woman leaned forward, pressing her palms together as if to dive head-first down Mipra's gullet. Mipra winced, feeling the heft of Lima's form weighing on her distending neck, bulging like a croaking frog. The lamia moaned, her body rocking back and forth as she raised her head backwards, her powerful muscles in her abdomen clenching to lift her body, as well as the awkward, misshapen body of her slime mistress.

Mipra's trembling lips wrapped around Lima's form, sucking her in deeper. She could feel Lima's voluptuous F-cups pressing against the back of her throat, her head settling in her stomach, a thrashing tail bookending her lower body still thrashing about, trying to wriggling into a too-small frame. Mipra, feeling all the part of a hollowed-out toy for pleasure, clenched every part of her body, eager to draw in the slime woman deeper inside of her. She had only to force those wide hips past her lips...

Gurgle... something twisted inside of Mipra, a familiar sensation as a new hole opened up within her. Creating space, a nest for Lima. The slime woman slithered deeper within her, the base of her tail bulging along with her shifting gut; what once was a stomach so perky and toned, now looked awkward, bulging with extra, pregnant mass.

Mipra's serpentine tongue playfully tickled Lima's pussy on the way down, coaxing the slime woman to moan, writhe, and force her way deeper. She contracted her throat muscles, squeezing the amorphous servant girl deeper inside of her, stretching her out. Mipra's body rhythmically tensed up, with Lima crying out in pleasure as their bodies rubbed together in unison, the last of Lima's oozy form slipping past Mipra's lips and into her body.

As Mipra's bulging throat finally flattened out, the lamia let out a satisfied moan. Lima had settled into her gut, which still had a pregnant flush about it; she could feel the slime woman coursing through her, settling into the deep recesses of her sprawling serpentine tail.

Mipra moaned as her slit began to bulge, something massaging and pushing at her from within. She raised the flap of her dress, her labia bubbling up with living green ooze. Before her eyes, Lima's green, translucent arm pressed through her from the inside out, eliciting a guttural moan from Mipra. She reached down to take Lima's hand, squeezing it tenderly.

"We will follow the river south-eastwards, and disappear into the jungles," Mipra whispered. "Where no one will find us... we will remake our lives anew, two halves of a greater whole."

"I can't imagine living without you, my mistress..." Lima whispered, her voice muffled. "I am yours to do with as you please."

"You are my everything, Lima... and I intend to protect you with my life." Mipra cooed, guiding Lima's protruding arm back inside of her. She tenderly massaged her curved belly, getting lost in her maternal, pregnant form. Perhaps in the jungle, they would start a family; her noble family would rather Mipra coalesce with a fit, strapping male, but her heart belonged to the understated servant girl.

Flexing the powerful muscles in her tail, Mipra slid forward, slipping into the river, her body disappearing under the rippling waves, and away from the carnage enveloping their modest frontier village...