Prompt: Of Man, Lamia, and Goddesses (P3)

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 July 2022.

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Part 3 (Aug '22)

4th century BCE

With the emergence of the earliest civilizations dotting the nascent world, small tribes and communities banded together to withstand the challenges of a wild, untamed frontier. This was a recurring thread throughout the known world, but different cultures approached common issues through different lenses.

In the Pacific ocean, thousands of small islands dotted archipelagos, with tribes folk inventing seafaring sailing vessels to traverse from one island to another. The environment and biodiversity could vary greatly from island to island; nowhere was this more true than the island of Hawaiki, later known as Hawaii Island. The superheated volcanic bastions provided challenges for creatures in the area; they also provided bountiful harvests and rich, fertile land, so more than one tribe settled under the shadow of a smoking volcano.

For one tribe, it was a rite of passage into adulthood, when a man had lived through twenty blooming cycles, to undergo a task to prove their mettle and their ability to contribute to the welfare of the tribe: they were to leave the protection of the village, wander abroad, and return with something useful or beautiful in hand. It was rare for someone to not come back at all, for upon their successful return, there would be a fantastic feast in their honour, coupled with the honour of receiving a tattoo commemorating their accomplishment.

Typically, men would sail across the blue ocean in search of a new island, perhaps searching for a new animal to hunt, or a flower to cultivate. One man, known to history as Keoki, carved a different path, eyeballing a more local, yet much more dangerous region. Under the umbrella of the smoking Kohala volcano, the area was a craggy desert, warmed by excess heat from the volcano. It was an unwelcoming place to many, but a rare species of bird had taken to making nests in the sands, its heat insulating their young. Keoki was determined to recover an egg, and bring it back, as proof of his capability.

Keoki found more than his fair share of avian discoveries. Reptiles had also taken to the hot sands... as well as a previously unknown branch of predatorial lamia. Keoki mistook the lamia sunbathing along the hot sands for a human female who had, perhaps, passed out, but when her grey-scaled serpentine half rose from the sand, it was already too late for him.

He attempted to elude the lamia, but she practically glided along the uneven terrain, and was able to effortlessly ensnare him tightly in her coils. His diaphragm compressed, Keoki braced himself for death as he felt marbelly scales tighten possessively around his entire body. The lamia reared up before him, her breath hot and heavy, her hair wildly long and messy.

Keoki wondered why she hadn't killed him yet. There were all kinds of deadly snakes, vipers and cobras that could kill with a sliver of venom. But there was a strange pulsing in her tail, and she growled and moaned as her hip rubbed against him. There was the faint musk of arousal.

Then a realization struck him. She was ovulating.

Helplessly ensnared, the lamia dragged Keoki back to a cave—presumably her lair. Without letting him out of her sight, she made to rip off his loincloth, the sole barrier between his modesty and her longing. While we know today that lamia are capable of sophisticated sophistry and communication as equals to humans, this particular lamia—like many of the age—had a wild air about her. So far isolated from the villages, and a sole predator, she had never been socialized, answering only to her body's powerful needs.

Her sharp claws dug into the man's sides, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth, a long, forked tongue lashing out around his cock, twisting and playing around it until it had flared up, the shaft extending, growing hard, and twitching. Keoki let out a gutteral moan, collapsing on his knees as pleasure coursed through his body. Her tongue felt incredible...

Easily overpowering Keoki, her tail wrapped around his body as a narrow slit opened up near the front of her waist, pink fleshy walls opening up, eager to swallow his erect penis whole. Her tongue writhing and lolling, their bodies pressed together in unison as she held him possessively. Though Keoki's body thrust on its own as her pussy hungrily drained everything it could from his dick, it was clear that it was her, with her overpowering strength, thrusting Keoki back and forth like a doll.

An unfortunate historical reality is that early encounters between humans and lamia played out in much the same way as this, especially in regions where disparate groups lacked a common language or culture. The female lamia would overpower the human male, filling herself with as much semen as she could squeeze out, and then release the man to be left to her devices. If the man didn't die in the wild first.

Keoki would pass out in the cave after being fucked senseless, only stirring awake to find the lamia writhing and groaning, her belly swollen with a clutch of eggs. Keoki watched in astonishment as she pushed out egg after egg in powerful thrusts, her stomach contracting over and over.

She had pushed out a dozen eggs before passing out, each approximately the size of a small coconut. When the lamia had passed out with exhaustion, Keoki had an idea: as her tail shifted to move the eggs closer to her prone body, he reached to grab one, taking it with him as he stumbled out of the cave. It wasn't far to his boat; he made his escape towards the blue seas.

Some time later, he reached his home village again, and was welcomed as a hero for bringing back another strange curio. There would be a feast in his honour, and his body would be the canvas for the story culminating his great adventure.

He was... less than forthcoming about many of the specifics. And the situation would grow further complicated when the egg he brought actually hatched, revealing a creature that was half human baby, half snake, all lamia. Pacific tribes valued child rearing and support as a pillar of the community... and baby lamia such as this proved to have the capacity for learning as any human baby would.

Instances like these would be the first examples of lamia not merely acting as predators towards established human colonies, but integrating into human cultures.

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