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Caught Your Eye~

Syla is often outclassed by other lamia in terms of serpentine ability. They have longer, stronger tails and powerful, dominating eyes that can ensnare their prize like it's nothing. As jealous as she is of these powers (and a little turned on by the thought of succumbing to them herself), Syla still believes she can go tail-to-tail and meet them where they are, and pushes herself to use her abilities to their greatest potential.

Mostly, her powers have put her close on the path to ensnaring her prey's mind, but never quite truly successful. That is, until today...

"That's it, Chelsea," the yellow-tailed lamia soothed, "Just relax and get lost in my eyes."

"Lost in your... wha...?"

Syla giggled at the confused look on the young woman's face before her. She'd managed to catch Chelsea off-guard at the perfect time on a stroll along the beach, noticing her sunbathing not too far from the tree line. With a few subtle glimpses of her eyes, she'd caught her attention and led her astray to a nearby tree, revealing her great tail and drawing her up into the canopy with a well-placed coil wrapped around her legs.

"You may or may not notice how comfortable you feel as my tail wraps around your legs," Syla beamed, hanging upside-down before the beauty before her gaze. "That's fine. That's good, actually. Focus on your legs, and tell me what you might feel."

Chelsea gaped, trying to parse together a coherent thought amid the bliss of Syla's swirling eyes. Something heavy wrapped around her legs, thick and pliant, pinning her calves together as it crept up toward her thighs.

"Feels... Tight... Trapped, but... Soft... Cozy... Goo-OH!"

A gasp burst from Chelsea's lips as something slithered between her thighs, pawing at her groin and pulling at her bikini bottom. A wave of cool, fresh air tickled at her sensitivities, and she felt herself squirm at the feeling.

"Good?" Syla asked, knowingly, "Does it feel good?"

"S-so... goooooood..." Chelsea moaned, feeling the tip of that slithering sensation tickle between her legs.

"Good~"

Syla's tail pulled at the bikini bottom and snapped it away from the prize in her coils. She was so very, very tempted to ask Chelsea if she could indulge herself on the beauty between her legs, but she couldn't. Not yet. Not when she still had so much further to drop under her enchanting gaze.

The golden length of scale and muscle firmed up as it slithered up and around Chelsea's leg, playfully squeezing at her thigh before circling over her hips and kneading against her bosom. She stirred, hand pushing at the tail holding her close. Something in her mind told her it was starting to get a bit too much. That she needed some space to stretch, to breathe, to-

Her thoughts paused momentarily as that golden yellow tail tugged at her bikini top and freed her bosom. She felt like she could breathe again, like a great weight had been lifted from her chest... though she didn't realize just how much 'weight' would be encompassing her soon enough.

The lamia's tail continued to caress her tail around Chelsea's body, massaging over her shoulders and kneading against her

Syla turned from Chelsea, blinking away the spirals in her eyes. She wasn't as close to fully dropping beneath her charms as she'd have liked, but she could afford to let her mind stew in her colors for a moment. There were more urgent matters to attend to... like how empty her mouth was feeling.

The lamia smacked her lips as she lowered herself to come face-to-face with Chelsea's bosom, eyeing their supple flesh with a wanton desire of lust and hunger. She didn't just want them in her mouth--she needed them there. Like nothing else in the world.

She crept forth, her jaw widening as she began to unhinge herself to let one fully into her maw. It was all so tempting. So inviting. So... So...

The tip of her tail slapped against her face. Syla shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "Focus," she told herself, "You know what you need to do."

She pulled herself back up to Chelsea's gaze, turning her focus once more to the gorgeous woman in her grasp.

Then again, nothing was keeping her from such an beautiful set of boobs. It wouldn't hurt to give them a lick.

"Just a lick," Syla told herself, "No more. No less."

Her forked tongue darted out of her lips, flicking quickly over one of Chelsea's nipples. There. Simple as that. No need to pay a moment's notice to the way it made a moan stir up from Chelsea's loins and cause her to squirm in her squeezing coils.

"On second thought," she told herself, "A kiss wouldn't hurt either. Just a quick kiss."

So, Syla leaned forward and gave her nipple a kiss.

She darted back. That was that. No more. Focus on Chelsea's mind.

...unless~

Sierra Bergen is the world's first lamia to direct a feature film. She has been adopted for two years.

Feels wild to say that some of my OCs have been adopted now for over two years, and I still feel like I've barely gotten to know them.

All said, here's a wonderful portrait piece of Sierra drawn up by my friend @drill-teeth-art Was very inspired by the recent hit that was Backrooms, especially with the meme about Kane Parsons that spawned out of it, and figured it'd be fun to have Sierra depicted in a similar style portrait since she is a filmmaker herself.

Original artwork illustrated by @drill-teeth-art

The Pike Queen's Throne

Some might say Lucy was testing her luck training her Seviper like this, but she disagrees entirely. Luck is something only fools rely upon; she relies on choice. And it is by her choice to trust her Seviper that she can withstand the mounting pressure enveloping and coiling around her body.

She believes she can ensure their spirit fights as one in battle by ensuring their minds and bodies are synced with one another. Their bodies must be as close as can be, scaly muscle binding tight and squeezing until there's no room to breathe between the two of them. Their minds must think as one, serpentine eyes locked with one another and pulsing with the hypnotic, captivating thrum of suggestion.

Despite her apparent position of submission, Lucy still remains the master of her fate and master of her Seviper. The Fang Snake Pokemon only acts this way because she has her faith that it will obey her thoroughly and completely, even her wildest demands. For how can she trust her Pokemon to win if she can't place her trust in them?

At least, that's what she believes. Then again, there might be a few odd side-effects from staring into Seviper's Glare for too long.

The Pike Queen's Training

Normally, most Trainers would be scared to be coiled by a Seviper. The Fang Snake Pokemon is a fickle and temperamental creature, prone to hold grudges long and close and hold their prey longer and closer. Make the wrong move--just as a Zangoose does in their presence--and you've made yourself the target of their venomous ire.

The Pike Queen of the Battle Dome, however, is not like most Trainers. Lucy relishes in her Pokemon's strength, proving how much she trained it to be formidable and powerful. And there was no better way to be sure of that power than to experience it herself first-hand, feeling the scaly embrace of her Seviper's coils tighten around her figure.

Her regular sparring sessions with her Seviper had long caught the suspicions of her fellow Frontier Brains, but the Pike Queen cared not for their concerns. She had trampled flowers and braved storms to become the Queen of the Serpentine. No matter what happened between her and her Pokemon, Lucy was still the Master, even when trapped within coils and incoming trances.

Fortune's Favor

After being guided to her tent by a belly-dancing lamia out on the plaza, Dylan had been persuaded to let Meredith offer a quick glimpse into his future. Amid the darkness of the tent and his cushiony seat upon a bed of her scales, that 'quick glimpse' had quickly spiraled out of control; Tarot Cards, Tea Leaves, Palm Readings. She even attempted to read his mind, but still, his future seemed clouded in darkness to the fortune-telling lamia. He was clearly in control of his own destiny!

If he was any wiser, he'd have been more suspicious. He'd have realized that, as she'd told him off all his fortunes, she was not-so-subtly hypnotizing him, for she had a different fate in store for him. Her hypnotic gaze pulsed into his very being, her spirals drowned his thoughts in a kaleidoscopic cascade of color.  Thick coils ensnared him in loops of scale and muscle, piled around him and ensnaring him to the spot as Meredith worked her magic over him.

As she broke from her vision, her tail approached, a crystal ball held within its scales.  "Gaze into the ball," she commanded, her words echoing in his mind, "The ball knows all."

“The ball… knows all…” Dylan repeated, his thoughts awash with Meredith’s colorful gaze.  Her coils squeezed tight around him and her hands clasped onto his head, holding him still until all his focus was upon the crystal ball.  His jaw hung slack, and a thin wisp of drool began to drip from his lips onto Meredith’s scales.  Meredith’s words echoed in his mind, stringing along his thoughts in a symphony of subliminal thought.  “The ball knows all.  The ball knows all.  The ball knows all.”

The fortune-teller lamia marveled at the sight of him so perfectly bound in her coils.  Perfectly bound to her desires.  A hungry desire stirred within her, burning with lust.   She couldn’t help but drool at the thought of him as her perfect pet.  "Yes, good boy... Gaze into the ball... Let your future be mine~"