STILL NOT DONE - but did want to give you an update. Will be my last update until I get some serious progress on this.
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A long time ago in a land long forgotten by time and history, monsters and men warred against one another constantly in spite of sharing this land with each other. A terrible time, one where the mighty enforced the rule of law through tyrannical force.
Deep in the territories ruled by monsters, councils held contests to discover the mightiest of monsters. These monsters did not only rule over death, but life as well, as the King or Queen required virile, strong seed as well as the ability to hold the healthy seed to give new life.
This particular contest was held deep with the jungles located in what would eventually become the Indo-Greek Kingdom - the Kingdom of Medusea. Back then, this jungle teemed with life consisting of various beasts. Chimeras, nagas, hydras, rakshasa and rakshasi.
It was one fateful contest that would give rise to a beast forgotten even among legends, during the year after the death of the former Queen of the Monsters, Empress Phryne. A contest was held to choose her heir, and many monsters from around the area gathered to see the rise of the new King or Queen.
After a long and grueling set of battles both physical and carnal, it came down to two final opponents. Oddly enough, they were both snake people of different parts of Medusea.
From Greater Medusea, there was the late Empress Phryne’s own daughter, the lovely Rabeiya - a member of what would eventually become the legendary beast, Lamia - renowned in the modern day as having the torso of a human woman, and the lower half of a snake. This particular one had regal locks of silky blonde hair arranged in a complex braid befitting a goddess, which flowed all the way down to her waist, where her porcelain skin gave way to gold scaled snake tail marked with scarlet rings. The tail stretched out to be easily ten times the length of her human body.
Yet it was the human part that attracted the eyes of many monsters and allowed her an edge over her male competition. For male monsters often kidnapped human women, claiming them as prizes, and thus had formed a taste for the sight of curvaceous features like that of human women, and the Princess of Medusea definitely fit the bill. While the education and training could be rough with little time for , at the same time, had also treated her well. A white cloth like that of a toga was wrapped around her front, borderline transparent as her healthily sized nips pressed against the white fabric. She cupped her hands underneath the hefty set for the crowd, pushing them up as she flitted out her serpentine tongue. They were a siren’s call, which had lured many monsters to submit to her easily, after she applied a “little” pressure and persuasion via the coils of her massive tail. The orcish king in the bout before had put up the greatest resistance to her royal squeeze - he allowed his ribs to be cracked before he sobbed out his surrender.
Allegedly, her opponent was a naga from the eastern kingdom of Patalaloka by the name of Sidika. However, rumors said that she actually came to the kingdom a few days before the Empress’s death, and foretold what would happen. Having convinced them to allow her to represent the kingdom in exchange for their subservience.
Her tail consisted of rows of crimson scales, with stripes of shimmering black, vibrant orange, and bright yellow encircling her sizeable girth. Straight, silky raven hair flowed down her bare bronzed back as she sashayed her hips while slithering up the steps. Her supple grapefruit-sized orbs jiggled within her cozy scarlet top woven from fine spider silk, adorned with dozens of threads made of tiny little precious stone beads all throughout. The adornments jingled as they shook, alongside the rattle upon the tip of her lower half which she kept mostly silent for the moment. She confidently slithered her way up to the large limestone slab circle surrounded by ancient runes as well as golden torches, where their ritualistic contest would be fought between them.
Monsters of all sorts congregated in the seats, pressing up shoulder to shoulder to witness the rise of the new queen atop the broken, humiliated body of her opponent.
Princess Rabeiya scoffed, snorting as the noticeably smaller naga entered the arena. “I did not realize they allowed peasants into this most sacred of contests.” She offered her arm to one of her attendants so that they might be privileged to take the gold bangles off of her arms. “I do hope you will offer something resembling a challenge.”
Sidika merely smiled. “Oh, trust me Princess.” Her sly smile grew into a fanged grin from ear to ear as she smoothly brushed some of the black bangs out of the way of her eyes. “I am more than simply ‘enough’ for a brat with a silver spoon grafted to her tongue.” Her forked tongue snaked out and flitted at the Princess, as she stretched out her arms overhead and pushed her barely contained chest forward, gently shaking the strings of beads.
The Princess scowled and hissed, her crazed glare becoming like daggers. She lunged at Sidika, knocking away one of the attendants who had been too sluggish to get out of the way. Her hands darted for Sidika’s fleshy orbs, digging her dagger like nails into her chest, drawing a shrill screech as well as trickles of blood from the naga.
Following a brief hiss, Sidika’s open palm cracked across Rabeiya’s cheek as she forced the Princess back, complete with a fresh red handprint upon her porcelain flesh. And as the Princess reeled from the blow, Sidika snaked around her like a whip, coiling her brightly colored tail around the Princess’s smooth middle.
“Crunch,” she whispered, as her coils gripped her smooth porcelain waist, wringing her out and pulling the Medusean would-be queen to the limestone floor, forcing a yelp from Rabeiya as the back of her head and neck slammed into the limestone floor.
The Princess clenched her teeth through the throbbing pain as a gurgling gasp was forced through her fangs. “Peasant. I will show you ‘crunch’.”
Rabeiya’s regal golden tail whipped out, and ensnared Sidika’s chiseled, petite waist. Tightening its stranglehold upon her, Sidika’s mouth parted, her tongue flitting into the air as she cried out from Rabeiya’s vicegrip.
“Do you FEEL that!?” Rabeiya snarled, as she clamped down her rough-edged scaly coils upon Sidika’s sculpted tummy. “That’s the difference between riffraff commoners and royalty!”
The silky caramel-skinned naga grunted and gasped out, straining out a grimace as she spat, “Y-you mean a-a spoiled sow...unnngh!”
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STILL NOT DONE - but did want to give you an update. Will be my last update until I get some serious progress on this.
