That pair from Sleazy’s, the succubus and the lamia. They have not been that lucky with “proper meals” coming in, and the lamia is in heat. One night she pounces the succubus and starts coils around her to start feeding, but instead of getting curves she is hit by the unending lust and desire succubus has and just gets completely drunk off of it. Keeping her coiled, she just goes all. night. Long.
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(This is part of a series. You can read the previous entry right here-J)
“Miss? You want maybe me to play something?”
Lila sighs, and looks at her nails for the tenth time this hour. She sags against the bar, her hair bedraggled as she turns her hand over.
“No, Langston. I don’t think that will be necessary. Not like anyone’s here,” she says, every note of the words dipped in exhaustion. Langston steps up to the bar, every part of him rattling.
He leans closer to Lila, his bare sockets aimed right at her. He takes his boiler hat off, and holds it against his chest.
“Well, I ain’t gotta play for just people. You know I’ll play for you any time you like Miss Lila,” he says, his jaw bones clacking. Lila turns to him with a faint smile. She nods, and spreads her palm flat against the bartop.
“I know Langston. Thank you. I’ll be fine-we just have to get anyone in. Just one, and I’ll be okay,” says Lila.
I flick my tongue out, and taste the same stale air I did the day before. And the day before that, and before that. Langston puts his hat back on, and walks over to the piano all the same. He sits down, and laces his palms. He braces them forward, every bone popping as he begins to play. It sounds sweet and mournful-but then my stomach growls, and I press my head against the counter.
“Did you place the ad you were talking about?” I say. Lila gives a weary nod, her yellow eyes towards the door.
“Yep. Sure did. Online and in the paper. ‘Bout a week ago at that,”
“And just-nothing?” I say, raising a palm. Lila snorts, and rises to her full height. Even with the stool behind the bar, it’s not too much. She spreads her arms in a half turn.
“You’re looking at it, girly. Ain’t our fault,” she says. She snorts, and turns her back to the bar. Her palms meet the counter, and she hoists herself up. Her cloven feet kick at the air, and she turns to me with a smile.
“Wanna get drunk?” she says. I darted my eyes towards Langston, and Lila just raises her brow. I turn to face the pianist, so lost in the rhythm of every key he doesn’t even hear us. I turn back to Lila, just in time to watch her slide off the counter. I hear her stool dragging across the floor, and watch as she rises atop it for a bottle. Her hand pauses at the last minute, and I watch as she clambers back down the stool. She turns, and begins to walk towards the back of the counter.
I watch a double door swing, and I shift atop my coils to spy on her. She turns right, and pulls back a door marked MANAGEMENT-STAY OUT. I arched my brow, and slither across the floor towards her.
“Uh, Lila? Liquor is up here,” I say, hand cupped to my mouth.
The succubus sticks her head back out, just enough to show her eyes and the tips of her horns. “Sure, the weak shit is. Look, if we’re going out of business? We’re doing it in style, okay?”
“Who said anything about going out of business?!” I shouted back. But by then, Lila’s already ducked into the office. I hear her past the door, rummaging through paperwork. The skid of boxes of gods know what. The piano music dies behind me, and I turn around to see Langston rise.
“Miss Tina? I’m finna head out. Got a card game with Ol’ Russ-’less you girls need me around?” he says. Every vowel is accentuated with a clack of jawbone. I smile, and shake my head.
“Nah, that’ll be okay. If someone comes in-we need the business. Me and Lila both,”
“I hear ya’, I hear ya’,” says Langston. He reaches a bony hand up, and tips his hat towards me. “If ya’ need me, you know the whistle right?”
I snort, and cross my hands over my chest. “Langston? Snake lady, remember? No lips?”
Langston gives a dry laugh, and shakes his head. “Don’t mean we can’t try. That’s the thing-actions, they just to carry the hope behind ‘em. You and miss Lila, ya’ll hold on to hope okay? Things will turn out just fine. I promise ya’,”
I smile, and give a snort. “You’re a sweet man, Langston. I wish I’d known you in life,”
Langston laughs, and rattle-steps his way to the door. “I don’t-you’da killed me dead girl,”
I laugh, and return the wave he gives over his shoulder. The double doors clamber behind him, and like that he’s gone. The wind carries away the rattle of his bones-and replaces it by Lila’s cheering tone.
“FINALLY! Found it!” she cries from beyond the door. I turn on my coils, and watch as she emerges from her office. There’s a massive bottle in her hands, even by my standards. There’s an amber colored liquid within, more red than orange. The stopper is topped with black wax, and it’s when she places it upon the counter I notice it’s glowing.
“Uh, and what is that supposed to be?” I say with a jab of my finger. My tongue rolls past my lips, and I pause. I flick it out again, and feel every single scale on my body writhe.
It’s finally here. After a fucking month, there’s finally a difference in the air. Hot like when that stupid mage interned for us-but it radiates different. It’s not like a summer day, or even a fire. Another flick, and I feel rather than taste it. It’s radiating inside my skull now, giving every thought a buzz that wasn’t there. Lila grabs some glasses from the counter, and peers from behind the bottle.
“Oh you really don’t want to know how I got this,” she says.
She places the glasses on the counter, and slides her stool towards the bar. As she begins to work at the wax, she looks towards me and breaks into a laugh.
“You okay? You look like you-”
“Lila. What. Is. That,” I say, hand extended as I point again.
That buzz, it’s pushing down into my brain. I’d dare another flick, but I can’t. My tongue stays firm behind my lips, where there’s still safety. Lila watches me, her expression falling.
Until she slaps a hand to her brow, and busts out laughing.
“Oh gods, I forgot your tongue thing. Uh, well-It’s one of Lucifer’s tears,” she says. I blink as she goes back to working the wax stopper. My mouth opens and closes several times until the words finally sink in.
“It’s Lucifer’s t-” I start, only to stop as the wax hits the floor. It sizzles and congeals against the counter top, puddling against it as it bubbles. It sizzles a bit longer, and sinks into the wood. Then comes the pop of a cork. I look up to see Lila pass her nose over the top, nostril’s flaring as she breathes it in. She grimaces-and turns away like she’s about to be sick.
“Yep-you just need a sip, trust me. Anymore and you’ll like, go nuts with power or something. I don’t know-I don’t know a lot of people that have tried it. Last human to was called Van-something? Van Goh? Anyways,” she says over a wet sniff, “we should be fine. Pour for me?”
I sit there, finger still crooked towards the radiant bottle before me. I sit and think of the last time either of us ate.
I grab the glass, and I begin to pour.
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Lila coughs into her hand, her eyes bleary as she tucks her hair behind her horns. Maybe it’s the drink, maybe it’s the lighting. But in that moment she’s never looked more radiant. Slumped against the bar, I gaze up at her and smile. The fluorescent bulbs cast a halo around her head, and she grins back at me. She hadn’t been lying, either-a sip. A little more than a few drops, and we were both ready to slide to the floor. She giggles, and raises a shaky hand forward. It meets my snout, and I wriggle beneath her touch.
“Huh Huh, I booped your snoot,” she says. Her laughter is infectious and spread into me. We both burst into it, and a moment later I meet the floor. The cement meets my back with a hard smack, but I hardly notice it at all. Lila hops over the counter, her hooves kicking free as she gazes down at me wide eyed.
“Oh fuck, you okay?”
“Pfffft, yeah. Yeah, I’m good-shit, is it getting brighter in here?” I say, every bulb blinding for a moment. Lila’s shadow falls across me, and I blink. She snickered as she shakes her head, and straddles my waist. I don’t push her away as her head meets my chest, and her arms cinch about my waist. My palms meet the small of her back, and we lay there for a long moment. Just holding one another. My eyelids get too heavy to hold up, and I finally just let them fall.
She wriggles on top of me until she’s comfortable. My tail twists along her ankles, exploring the expanse of her diminutive calves. I’d never notice how toned her legs were.
I blame it on the drink as the tip of my tail rises higher, coiling about her waist. My scales drag along the tuft of her goatish tail, and she stirs at last. I look down at her, her eyes wide as they meet my own. Watching, waiting.
I flick my tongue, and taste air electric. All of it’s radiating from Lila in a way it hasn’t in months. So I squeeze a bit tighter, and watch as she buries her face between my breasts. She shivers as the coils squeeze higher up her chest, the scales sliding against her nipples. When the tip curls back and over the meat of her ass, I feel her legs part.
She welcomes me in the way only a friend can. I squeeze, and press. I take a hand, and lift her face. My lips met hers, and for a moment it’s all so far away. The hunger, the pain, the fact the bar might shut down. There’s just the two of us, her hips spasming as my tail fills her cunt. Every thrust sends her face closer to mine. I steal every kiss as I can, holding her longer still as she cums.
She’s so warm.
I lose count of how many times she cums. It doesn’t matter-it’s just a number. The only thing that matters is her, right there on top of me. Feeling something, feeling anything. Every time she kisses me I squeeze a little tighter. I tell myself if I do it hard enough, she won’t have to leave. We won’t lose the bar, and everything will be okay.
I tell myself that right until we both pass out.
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“Uh, miss Lila? Miss Tina? Y’all need me to step out until y’all are-uh, decent?”
The voice jerks my eyes open, and there’s Langston standing at the end of the bar. A boney hand over his empty sockets. If there had been a shred of flesh still on those cheeks, it would have been red.
I shake Lila. She stirs, murmuring and bleary until she sees the daylight stretched across the boards. She wriggles out of my coils, and reaches between her legs. She tugs her panties back where they belong, and turns to see Langston. She gives a cough, and Langston peeks through his digits.
“I-uh, I mean-”
“S’all good, Miss Lila. I didn’t see nothing. You uh-you girls maybe want me to get to work? We got us a lot full out there. I figured I’d come in, make sure y’all were awake before-”
“We what?!?” Says Lila. Her hooves clatter as she runs to the front door. She peers under the swinging double doors, and does a speedy about face. “Holy Hephaestus he’s right-Tina, get your shit on! We’re working!”
I rise with as little of a wobble as I can, and pull the strap of my top back over my shoulder. Lila snaps her fingers at Langston, and points towards the piano. The skeleton takes off towards it, and cracks his bones. Lila clatters back towards the bar, and hops atop it. But before she dives back, she spots the bottle of tears. She picks it up, and stares at it for a while. Then she gives a little grin, and kisses it as she ducks behind the counter. I hear a few things moving beneath it, and lean forward to spy.
Lila’s head pops up into view. She reaches forward, and her hand meets my chin. She tugs me forward, and kisses me. I feel my entire body warm, warm in the same wavelength her kisses felt last night. She pulls back, and snickers.
“God, I should have thought of that sooner. The boss is always happy to bless couples. Why didn’t I think of that!?!? I could have saved us so much time!”
“Uh, couple? Lila, are you-” I start, only for her to silence me with the wave of a hand.
“Later, later-we got a feast to get to. God, I can just smell the rubes! We’re gonna be plump for months!”