Hundred Scales Round 3/The Basilisks

Dim torches guttered in the stale, chilled air. A group of robed figures stood around a large circular stone chamber, gleaming eyes of gold and green shining beneath their hoods as they stared at the nude woman at the center, head bowed passively, her long violet hair hanging in front of her golden eyes as she waited for the black scaled woman before her to speak. A heavy tension hung in the air like a piece of twine pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment, like even an errant cough might disrupt everything. The priestess slithered forward, then slowly circled around behind the completely nude woman, hands coming up to pull down her hood revealing pale skin and long, flowing black hair, "Raise your head, Jaya. You have been recognized as one of our best hunters and chosen to join the ranks of the guard. You understand what this means, correct?" She asked as she ran a hair through those soft violet locks to brush them from Jaya's eyes.

"I do, madam Tlilcoatl... It is an honor to offer up myself for the good of our people." She responded in an even tone that only slightly trembled with trepidation at what was to come. Her heavy breasts heaved upon her chest as the high priestess pressing in close enough for their own to press into her back, her head tilting up as she felt lithe, pale, delicate fingers press upon her chin, "I am ready." She added after taking a deep breath to steady herself. A soft, reassuring - if slightly hissed - cooing rang out behind her as the circle began to part in front of her, until those in attendance were only just barely at her peripheral.

She had heard much about the ritual of the guard, the birthing of a new basilisk but she had never witnessed it, only saw the end results when the chosen reemerged from beneath the great tree completely changed. It was said that in becoming one of the guard you gave up your identity, your 'self', but in return you became one with the great serpent. It was a great personal sacrifice for the good of the people, but the rewards offered in return coupled with the status and honor it brought was more than enough to sway the normally profit minded lamia into giving themselves willingly.

What happened next came in a wild blur of sound and color. The high priestess shifted her grip on Jaya's head, two fingers keeping her shimmering golden orbs pried open as the rest held her head in place and kept it from moving as that long, powerful, black scale lined tail lifted a small vial overhead... And then promptly upended the contents upon her, earning an ear splitting scream from the huntress, one severe enough that it caused a wave of concern to pass through the younger priestesses observing the ritual until they were silenced by their elders. Colors all swirled and bled together as a red tinge overtook the purple haired lamia's vision, irises shifting from a warm glittering yellow to glowing pink then finally a blazing crimson. As the potion took hold she quickly realized she could make out traces of heat far better than she could even see... In fact her natural thermal vision seemed to be quickly overtaking her normal sight, creating a disorienting effect as her field of view expanded and sharpened, even able to make out the thumping pulse from the hearts of the priestesses at the edge of her vision.

It didn't stop there, however, the searing, burning sensation in her eyes began to spread over her face, slowly at first then SURGING outward until it had reached down to her shoulders and picking up speed from there. Soon her whole body felt uncomfortably hot, skin flushed as sweat beaded across her humanoid half; the heat tore through her, burning its way towards her nethers, pain quickly giving way to arousal as she found herself twisting and writhing in Tlilcoatl Priya's grasp, the high priestess' tail forced to coil and entangle with the squirming woman to keep her still as the concoction ran its course and they finally went still. Jaya's chest heaved, fingers twitched, her tail continued to writhe and convulse as she was forced to stare up at the ceiling, "Alright, send in the sacrifice and clear the room, do not enter her field of view." Priya stated firmly, her words swiftly being met with a murmur of assent as a cage was slowly lowered into the circle and the women in attendance slithered out of the chamber, all save for four individuals sitting in a row behind her, largely obscured by the shadows of the dimly lit chamber. As the cage descended a skinny, fair skinned figure with long blonde hair and slender, pointed ears came into view, desperately huddled into one corner and clinging to the bars for dear life until the cage touched down and the door popped open.

In an instant the young elf was scrambling to escape... But he barely managed to get more than a step out of his prison before Jaya's gaze leveled on him. The moment their eyes met the elf found himself frozen in place, almost paralyzed yet his heart was hammering faster and faster in his chest. His eyes began to roll back, a tent springing up in the loincloth that barely preserved his 'dignity' as the same maddening heat that afflicted the purple haired snake tore through his own form. A gurgling squeal escaped his throat as he finally dropped to his knees, cock twitching, thick white cream running down his thighs and dribbling onto the floor as he erupted on the spot; at that very moment the former huntress lunged, coils entangling the convulsing boy, fangs sinking into his neck, the woman's venom seeming far stronger than it should have been as blood forced its way to his groin, veins bulging angrily along his shaft as a whole inch was added to its length from the swelling alone. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and with the way the woman's coils tightened around him he could barely breath as he was violently forced to penetrate her, cumming over and over again as maddening pleasure rippled through his young form!

The black scaled woman watched the scene was a half pitying, half amused expression, taking it in for several long moments before turning to the figures behind her, all clad in green mantles and wearing metal masks marked with the shape of a single eye, their hands covered in scales and wreathed in feathers, fingers ending in wicked claws, "Let's let her enjoy herself for now, once she's sated and back to her senses we shall begin her training. For now let's look into the next in line of your sister candidates shall we?" She hummed and slithered off, the group of women following close behind as the echoes of frantic, rutting sex filled the chamber behind them.