Lusty Lamia

It was almost midnight on a Friday evening. Sam was resting on the sofa, watching a nature documentary on the television. Leira had gone to soak in the bathtub. The cold-blooded aspect of her lamia nature meant she found resting in warm water invigorating.

It had been a hard week at work for Sam. His workload had been higher than usual, and the boss kept coming to him, demanding he drop everything and fix his coworkers' mistakes. He was exhausted. Paradoxically, though, all the stress that had built up during the week left him unable to sleep. 

Although he wasn’t particularly interested in the topic of the nature show, the mating habits of the green anaconda, he had selected it because the narrator was David Attenborough. He found Attenborough’s smooth British accent oddly relaxing and hoped it would help him feel sleepy. 

He was also fascinated by the similarity between the snake and his girlfriend. If you only looked at Leira from the waist down, she could be mistaken for one of those beasts. But then, who would spend much time looking at that part of her when the other half was a gorgeous woman?

Sam was actually feeling his eyelids get heavy when Leira called out to him from the bedroom.

“SSSam darling, can you come here and help with sssomething?” she said sweetly, with a distinct sibilation on her S’s that Sam found charming.

He wearily rose from the sofa and stumbled into the bedroom. 

“What do you need?” He asked, his eyes half closed. Expecting to find Leira engaged in a task requiring more than two hands, he was startled to see her spread out naked on the bed, her arms open wide in a summoning gesture.

“I need you, silly,” she said, smiling demurely.

“Oh baby, you know that most nights I’d like nothing more, but I’m dead tired tonight,” Sam sighed.

“That’s not a problem,” Leira replied, “You just lie on your back and let me do all the work then.”

“I’m afraid I’m too tired for even that,” he said, “The little soldier won’t come to attention. Elvis has left the building.”

“Oh,” Leira pouted, ”Well, at least come here and cuddle with me then.”

“I’m always up for that,” Sam replied. He quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed into the bed beside her.

Leira hugged him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, Sam felt a sharp pinch on his neck. He broke the embrace and pulled away from her. Putting his hand to the sore spot, it came away with two tiny drops of blood.

“Leira!” he shouted, alarmed. “You bit me! You’ve never done that before.”

“I’ve never needed to before,” she grinned. Sam could see small traces of blood on her fangs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam demanded.

“Give it a minute,” Leira replied cryptically.

Almost immediately, Sam began to feel his pulse quicken. He felt like he had just shotgunned a couple of Red Bulls. The invigoration spread to all parts of his body, especially to his dick, which he realized was now fully erect. The pressure of his shorts against it was sending thrills through his body. He couldn’t remember it being so sensitive since he was a teenager.

When he looked at Leira, his mind could not focus on anything but her. She was the most desirable woman in the world, the most captivating creature that ever existed or could exist. He could think of nothing except wanting to be with her.

“Leira…,” he gasped.

“Yes, darling,” she said with a knowing look, “My venom is quite an effective aphrodisiac. I’m afraid you’re going to be my sex slave for the next 8 hours or so. I hope you don’t mind.”

It was probably the venom clouding his brain, but Sam could think of nothing in the world he would rather do than be Leira’s sex slave. He was glad it was Friday because he was sure it would take him all weekend to recover.