Venomous (Lamia Princess TG)

There was a hiss in the castle, the sound of a hunter searching for its prey. She frowned, giving a grunt of displeasure, her annoyed gaze causing the staff nearby to quickly rush somewhere else. After a moment’s thought and a click of her tongue, she composed herself and headed down the hall. She sighed, before giving a smile and cheerfully calling outward.

 

“Oooooh Kniiiight~” Lamia Princess sang, flicking the tip of her tail. “My fair knight, where art thou~” she chuckled, the Princess blushing only slightly as she regarded her surroundings. “I wish for your company, darling~ Woe is me, a lonely Princess looking for affection~” she smiled, imagining her fair knight’s arms around her already.

 

No one responded, of course. A lowly maid nervously skittered across the room as Lamia Princess stood there, leaning on her coils. A glare from the dark-skinned beauty caused the maid to leave the area 2 seconds later. Lamia Princess huffed, shaking the rattle of her tail and leaving the room.

 

“Hmmm. Not the garden, not his room, not the kitchen...” Lamia Princess paced in the hall, a hand to her chin in thought. She squinted her eyes, frowning as she had a thought. ‘He better not be off rutting with one of the others. It’s MY damn turn,’ she hissed in displeasure.

 

She heard someone approaching, and turned in glee, “My Knight, is that-oh” she tsked as one of the Kind Shrouds had come to her, the lesser, purple lamia stopping in her tracks and standing at attention towards her Princess. “Did you find him?”

 

The Shroud gave a nod. “Well? Lead me to him!” the impatient princess urged with a delicately manicured hand. Another nod by the silent servant before it turned around and slithered down the hall.

 

Lamia Princess would like to believe she wasn’t usually this... pent up and aggressive with her servants, but she wasn’t nearly prudish enough to hide that she was feeling particularly lustful nowadays. As the new King of their kingdom had the unfortunate luck to discover from their frequent nightly excursions.

 

She considered the possibility that perhaps her savior and loving husband was avoiding her. Obviously this was nonsensical, so she immediately dismissed it. She was, after all, the much beloved Lamia Princess. Those who didn’t love her fantastic, passionate, exotic personality submitted to her curvy, equally exotic body.

 

Behind her back, she was also known for her just as exotic pride and superiority complex, if it was not clear.

 

Her immortal servant lead her passed an unfinished part of the castle and down several hallways. She grew ever more restless as her tail started getting tired. She lifted her head, preparing to begin mouthing off again to the Kind Shroud, before the silent woman stopped, turning around to face her Princess. The emotional lamia rose an eyebrow, before looking to the side and noting a door. “He’s here? Alright then, that will be all” the Princess smiled in glee, slithering over with a sensual sway to her hips, pausing as she touched the doorknob. She looked towards the Kind Shroud and gave a glare. “Make sure no one interrupts us” she commanded, waiting until she received a bow from the servant before smiling and opening the door, heading inside.

 

It was a cozy, spacious room, lightly furnished with a small, comfy recliner (not that Lamia Princess could effectively use it), a lamp, and a few shelves full of books. A study of some kind, it seemed. Lamia Princess of course wasn’t interested in the room itself, however. Instead, she smiled towards the figure in the room, heart fluttering as she regarded her Knight. “Sir Knight, love!” she called, the armored, freshly crowned ‘king’ jumping a little, his expression hidden underneath his helmet. “There you are~ I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

 

“Ah... hello, Princess” the knight shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve been looking for me, huh?” He paused, a bit of nervousness in his voice going unnoticed by the approaching Princess as she latched onto his arm, tail resting on his feet. “Why is that?”

 

“Oh, silly Sir Knight, playing pretend. How cute!” She grinned, making a show of pressing her soft, warm bosom against the knight’s chest. “You don’t need to be modest. I already have someone guarding the door. We have this little room aaaall to us, love.”

 

“Eheh...” he coughed. “Princess, don’t take this the wrong way, but perhaps I can take a raincheck?” The man offered nervously.

 

This caused Lamia Princess to pause. “A what?”

 

“W-well, I’m kind of exhausted, you see. You know, running a kingdom and all that.”

 

The way he was shuffling, and the clearly flimsy excuse. Lamia Princess knew the real cause. “You... you don’t want me? I-I thought I was your cuddlesnake! Don’t tell me... y-you’re bored with me and want someone else!?” she hissed in displeasure, coils instinctively tightening around Sir Knight’s legs.

 

“U-urgh... no, of course not, honey! J-just, you know, I’m a boring human and don’t have as much stamina as you do!” He offered. The Lamia simply crossed her arms, huffing and hissing. “L-listen, Princess. I love you, you know that” he quickly took her hands in his own, pulling them away from her chest to grip them tightly. “And I can promise you that no one would ever replace you, in my heart or, uh, in bed.”

 

Lamia Princess huffed again, although his words seemed to warm her up a little. “You promise?”

 

“I promise. I just need to relax and get my energy back” he assured her, taking a glance towards the bottles of anti-venom and potion on the table. Thankfully, she didn’t knock any of them over.

 

“Mmm... fine. I’ll come back later, then.” Lamia grumbled, not particularly pleased with having to relent for once. Her mind wandered as she quickly rushed out of the room, pushing the confused Shroud out of the way, giving the Knight no time to say anything in response.

 

He simply watched her go, before giving a weary sigh and slumping against his recliner. “Gonna need more of these...” he sighed, staring at the potions.

 

 

 

Lamia Princess, for her part, was busying herself for the task at hand. The Knight’s words had caused ideas to rise in her head. Yes, it was true, the two lovers were very different. That difference in species had caused many problems at the start of their relationship, ever since he had rescued her from that awful tower. Whether the coils or the venom, their excursions always seemed to end rather badly for him.

 

She may have been coldblooded, but she wasn’t a cold one. Deep inside, she was a tender lady at heart (she’d like to believe). She needed some way to even the playing field, some way to make her husband at least a bit more likely to not die (or less fearful of her advances otherwise).

 

Luckily, they had someone who could most probably help with that, right in the castle!

 

Lamia Princess slithered her way into Wizard Master’s study. Or at least, she would have if there were any room in the cramped workspace for her tail to slither in. Instead, she settled for standing just inside the room and calling for the old man.

 

The blind magician rose his head from the several beakers of suspicious fluids, patting a beard that seemed to partially be on fire with blue flames until he snuffed it out. “He-yes, who’s it?”

 

“Wizard Master! I require your services!” The impatient princess demanded.

 

“Hmmm?” The old magician snorted thoughtfully, a few moments of silence aside from the constant suspicious noises of whatever the wizard was working on. “Ahhh.” he suddenly gave a noise of recognition, “Lamia Princess, yes yes, what do you need?”

 

“Hmph. My hubby is...” She cleared her throat, “‘concerned’ about my venom and fears approaching me.”

 

“Aha, yes, I am aware of that little problem!” The Wizard Master exclaimed with a knowing laugh, “why, he came around just hours ago looking to replenish his stock of anti-venom and resistance potions. He seems to burn through them rather quickly, oddly” he pointed out obliviously to the now blushing Lamia Princess.

 

“R-regardless, the potions aren’t enough it seems” the Princess fumed, “Don’t you have anything that will nullify my bites completely? I’d rather he not be so afraid of my less ‘human’ parts anymore.”

 

“Perhaps you could just not bite him?”

 

“There is nothing wrong with biting!” Lamia huffed in defiance. “And I’m sure he agrees when he’s not being poisoned!”

 

“Young love...” The Wizard Master sighed. “Very well, very well, let me see what I have for you” The scholar muttered to himself as he began blindly fumbling about with several unmarked bottles and vials. “No, no, not this one. Is it this one...? Oh heaven’s no, can’t have you drink THAT. Hrmm, maybe this one?”

 

“Uh.”

 

“Aaah... yes yes, this is the one!” Wizard Master held up a sealed vial of a clear liquid. “Drink this and I assure you your bites will no longer be so unpleasant, Princess!”

 

Lamia simply stared. She had doubts about this, suddenly. “Are you sure that vial will fix my venom?”

 

“Most certainly!”

 

The bewildered Princess took the vial, giving a frown as she looked at its contents. Well, it didn’t look like it’d kill her. “Fine, then. Thank you, Wizard Master.” The snake-woman turned and slithered out of the cramped room, leaving the old scholar to his work.

 

“Ah, always a pleasure to help.” Wizard Master sighed, before turning to his desk. “Now then, back to that shapeshifting potion. Ooooh, the applications if I could get this to work!” He chuckled to himself. How helpful it would be in dungeons, let alone bridging gaps between the different races in the kingdoms. Truly, the work was worth the months of study.

 

He began pouring and experimenting on the beaker of poison nullification at his desk.

 

 

Lamia stuck her tongue out in disgust, shuddering as she slithered towards her Knight’s study. That potion tasted awful. She ran her tongue over her fangs in concern as the Shroud led her back to her husband. Would it really work? Perhaps she WAS being a bit too pushy, but she couldn’t help being ‘in season’ as it were. Really, she just wanted to spend more time with her Knight, and help him be more comfortable around her.

 

Self esteem issues? Huff! She was the Lamia Princess, she had nothing to be insecure about! He loved her just as much as she loved him and this would prove it once and for all!

 

“Ooooh Knight!~” Lamia grinned, cooing as she pushed the door to the study open once again.

 

“P-Princess? Back so soon?” Knight stammered, standing up. That look in her eyes... oh no.

 

“I’ve returned, as promised, ufufufu~” the snake slithered in like a beast stalking towards her prey.  Behind her, the Shroud simply shook her head and closed the door.

 

“Urgh...” Knight grunted as the beautiful Princess coiled around him, trapping his legs in warm scales before her breasts planted against his bare chest. He looked into the Princess’ eyes, seeing adoration and, of course, lust. “S-so you have.”

 

The princess could only laugh at the Knight’s clear nervousness. “Don’t be so fidgety anymore, my Knight. I promise that this time you’ll have nothing to fear.” She cooed, bringing the man’s head close as her lips met his, a tender kiss shared between the two. She broke away from the kiss before pushing the human down. “I got some help from Wizard Master” she stated proudly, “so now my venom will have a bit less of a ‘bite’ to it” she grinned.

 

“O-oh, is that so...?” Knight smiled in agitation, not entirely buying it. But of course, it seemed like there was no getting out of it this time. It was a good few hours he had delayed the inevitable.

 

“Mmmhm. So let’s get started!~” the Princess cried eagerly. Her coils only seemed to squeeze tighter as they got along, causing more than a little discomfort for the Knight who eventually could only give in and embrace the needy Lamia. He had learned early on that she preferred to ‘lead’. Their bodies touched and the Knight caressed her form as they shared kisses and more.

 

Then he felt it. A sting in his shoulder. The first bite. He winced as her lips closed around the new holes in his arm, feeling that venom. His body warmed up as the aphrodisiac set in, a groan escaping his lips. His arm went a little numb as the heat only continued to build.

 

This was... strange. Not the usual feelings. It felt... oddly good. He shuddered as he stirred under the Princess, gripping her hips. They kissed, her breasts meeting his flat chest that felt sensitive all of a sudden. He only forced himself upon her more, the taste of his lover’s lips driving him wild.

 

“O-oooh, Knight, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden...” Lamia cooed as her husband seemed to have gotten far more into it in the last few seconds. She looked down at his arm, yet what she saw confused her.

 

Her bite had left its mark, but it seemed to be healing, near invisible on the man’s skin. His arm seemed different, the skin around where she had bitten turning a darker tan, and compared to his other arm... was it thinner? Those lovely muscles she had gotten so used to seemed to shrink by the second. “W-wait, love, s-something’s...” She gave a gasp as the man fondled her, the two mixed bodies rolling over until she was the one on the ground. She stared in confusion up towards the Knight.

 

“Mmph... you always get to be the pushy one...” The Knight hissed, his masculine voice cracking a little. It was still his, but the way he was speaking, it was as if he were possessed. Lamia got a good look at him now, and it seemed as if his entire body was going under similar effects as his arm. It was more than just shrinking and changing color, his torso lost years of exercise and scarring as his appropriately Knightly frame became smaller, daintier, almost effeminate, skin darkening until he was completely tanned and every body hair and blemish vanishing as more and more of the Knight changed.

 

“H-honey, please, I-I love that you’re so eager, but-” she gasped as the experienced Knight groped her, the woman squirming as her face increasingly reddened before his lips met hers again. They felt softer and fuller than she remembered, but she could only melt in his embrace. Rough, coarse hands were delicate and dainty but still grabbed and caressed her with all the care and knowing she had grown fond of.

 

“Mmm... I love you, baby, but let me take the wheels for now.” The Knight chuckled. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but he was loving every second of it. Lamia Princess’ tail had weakened its grip on him, allowing his legs, softer and rounder than he remembered, to come free. There was something odd about his legs, something in the back of his mind told him, they felt wrong, sensitive in the air. Regardless he climbed over the Princess, warm body pressing against hers, a hand on her chest.

 

Lips met again, and Lamia Princess could only look into her changing lover’s eyes as they shifted, losing their color as pupils became oddly slitted, eyelashes growing out. His face rounded, nose shrinking down, and the Princess’ eyes widened in shock as she recognized the Knight’s new face. He pulled away, licking his lips and smiling fondly down at her, but she only saw her own face looking at her.

 

There was no doubt about what the Princess was looking at, especially as her lover’s hair seemed to grow inches by the second. Familiar, cleanly cut bangs framed his face while the rest only grew and grew until the now dark-brown hair pooled on the floor, easily long enough to extend past his butt (indeed, about as long as Lamia Princess herself kept it). “What’s wrong, honey? Not up to it today?” The ‘Knight’ cooed lustfully, in a voice that seemed a mix between his and hers. “Mmmph, too bad, I feel fired up. I could go aaaall night~” he giggled, rubbing his chest with a perverted blush.

 

“A-aah... love, wait, slow down a second,” Lamia was overwhelmed by his touches, tail flailing underneath her uselessly as he just refused to slow down. She gave a soft ‘eep’ as a sharp pain rang up her arm. She looked to see the changing Knight biting her.

 

The irony wasn’t lost on her, feeling the effects of her own venom as every touch seemed only to grow in sensitivity and reaction.

 

The Knight wiggled his bottom in the air as his legs lost shape and definition. Soft brown skin changed, not exactly hardening but becoming stranger and more coarse in texture. Red, exotic scales covered his legs from his hips to the tips of his feet. Toes merged as both legs grew underneath him. He paid it almost no mind aside from a sudden raging pleasure and a mild uncomfortableness in his lower body, bones disappearing as the new mass that was once legs rounded into what would become his new tail.

 

Lamia Princess, for her part, didn’t notice this change until she felt something coiling around her. “Wh-what? Darling, your legs...!”

 

“Ufufufu,” the Knight chuckled. His voice was entirely a mirror of her own. “I thought you liked squeezing, love. Can’t take what you dish out?” ‘He’ purred, kissing at her neck.

 

“A-aah... what’s gotten into you...?” Lamia Princess was at a loss for words as... the person who increasingly became more and more of her twin assaulted her.

 

She turned her attention upwards as he began to moan, delicate hands rubbing at his chest, cupping the soft flesh. “Ooooh gods, I feel...!” ‘He’ gasped, the two snakes watching in shock and anticipation respectively as two mounds pushed outward, gaining size and perkiness as his breasts grew in, Lamia looking away in embarrassment as she watched her ‘copy’ play with her own chest as they quickly became big enough that she had to use her full hand to cup them. “Mmmm, so soft...” ‘He’ hissed in pleasure, leaning down and pressing her new bosom against the woman’s below.

 

‘She’ looked entirely like the Princess, barring her jewelry and accessories of course, and one last detail that hadn’t been overlooked. Knight’s genitals had long since softened and shrunk to uselessness but he didn’t seem to notice, not until after his malehood seemed to suck into his body with a wet noise, new organs and bits forming in the area just above where his new snake half terminated and the body of a beautiful, curvy woman started. And ‘she’ was very much a woman now, no mistaking it.

 

It was seemingly hours the two twins spent within each other’s coils before they had eventually tired out, one Lamia Princess lying atop another, giving affectionate kisses to the confused royal below her. She had trouble talking, just entirely lost on what to say. “K-Knight...”

 

“Mm?” The woman responded as if it were nothing, head nestled into her copy’s bosom.

 

“Y-you... you changed! Why do you look like me!?” Lamia cried, incredibly flustered. Regardless of how good that little ‘event’ was, there were many questions.

 

“Mm, I don’t know, darling, but I’m loving it.” She chuckled, squeezing her beloved wife affectionately, breasts planted firmly on the other’s stomach. A delighted yet surprised hiss escaped her lips as Lamia Princess sat up, forcing the other woman off of her.

 

“Th-this is... you look exactly like me! This doesn’t make any sense!” Lamia Princess pouted. “I-I... I just wanted to be close to you again, and make you not as nervous around me, b-but this...!”

 

“Well, didn’t it work?~” Lamia Knight giggled, “I’m certainly very much more comfortable, ufufu~ And now that we evened the playing field, what’s the problem with getting nice and intimate anymore~?”

 

“Urgh... I don’t even know if you’re the same person anymore! You’re talking and acting weird!” She fumed. Was she always this flirty and annoying? Talk about a reality check...

 

“Huff.” It was Lamia Knight’s turn to pout, giving quite the cute and sour expression as her arms crossed under her bare chest. “So what do we do, then?”

 

“Obviously” Lamia responded, although she herself was unsure, taking several seconds to properly think up a way to finish that sentence, “...we take you to Wizard Master, since this is very definitely his fault entirely!”

 

“Won’t people think it’s weird if there’s two of us-” Lamia Knight paused as the Princess glared at her, “two of YOU slithering around?”

 

“After whatever it was that I just saw, and what I’m seeing right now, I don’t care!” The Princess responded, grabbing her twin’s hand and making for the door.

 

“Mmph, are you sure we can’t just do it again? We do have this study all to ourselves~” Lamia Knight giggled, bouncing quite excitedly on her tail.

 

“We should hurry.” Lamia Princess said quickly, red in the face as she pushed the door open.

 

The lone Shroud could only slither backward and watch as two Mistresses left the room. The silent servant stared after them before looking into the room, seeing no knight in sight and what were definitely two Lamia Princesses moving down the hall-one completely naked and the other only the usual mostly naked.

 

She gave a mute sigh, suddenly feeling tired.