The Lamias, not exactly known to be spies, and yet setting up a tent near the new hero's party, they lurked around to gather intel about their enemies.
All they had to do, all they were ordered to do was check on the scourge that had been clearing a straight path into their territory, but instead of just taking a quick look, the twin sister lamias decided to go the extra mile and keep an eye on the party for at least a full day.
It would give them insight into their plans, their movent, and perhaps even the abilities they garnered, however to their surprise, none of them even left the tent as they'd grown far too tired from the eting with Athenia. Had they carried any strategic sense, this would've been the best ti to strike the enemy in their sleep, yet their angsty fingers on the plans were making things difficult.
Huddled up inside their camps, Phos yawned from a lack of activities. Her shapeshifting feet rhythmically stomping on her slave's cock, she had him on his knees kissing every inch of her legs despite the imnse pain he was in.
"Entertain , Enos," she demanded, stretching her arms inside the gloomy dark cave.
The female warrior had already set the place with any luxury they could fit inside, and yet the lack of a mirror was boring Phos beyond reason. Making her slave clean off her feet with his tongue helped her contain herself a little, but sohow even that wasn't enough. She wanted sothing more interesting, sothing that would make her tits perk up.
And the only thing she could think of was capturing the group they were spying on and torturing them until their mouths bled from their screams.
'Why can't we just do that?' She wondered, watching as Enos glanced up into her eyes and parted his lips to praise her as usual.
"You should leave the work to the warrior my mistress, soone as radiant as you shouldn't be working so hard! You deserve to rest, to preserve your beauty, what else are we even fighting for?" Though his eyes were tearing up from the pain, every word he spoke had co from his heart. He truly was in blind love with his mistress even if all she did was destroy his balls with kicks and love taps.
Her sister on the other hand, though annoyed by the lack of a mirror as well, wasn't as haughty and had simply decided to rest for the night. After all, the workload was on the female warriors and their slaves while the glory from completing the mission would be theirs to claim. But even Maine, the sister wasn't quite happy with how slow things have been.
This being her first outdoor mission she expected more thrill, but so far the day had been filled with disappointnt.
"Mistresses!" However, walking inside their cornered room, a female lamia was finally about to inject so excitent into their day. "The group! T-They're gone! We don't know wher–"
Before the woman could finish her sentence, a dark-gel-like object sprouted through the ground and skewered her ass to her mouth. Like a piked frog on a branch, the lamia warrior bled to her death with her organs spewing out.
"W-what…" With how quickly everything had happened, Maine stumbled upon the ground and pulled Rein close to her as a precautionary asure.
Just as stunned as her sister if not more, Phos was frozen in terror, her eyes staring at the dead Lamia. Her slave, much like Maine's, was left stunned as well, as none of them had a clue exactly what was happening.
Pulling them out of their limbo, the semi-solid creature of darkness finally let go of the warrior's body. Leaving her to fall, it phased through her body and began moving closer and closer to the others.
'WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?!' Were the exact thoughts of the sisters and their slave twins, but before they could figure anything out yet another problem surfaced.
"I hope you like punches for dinner," whispered Aria's clones who'd taken the form of insects so far but were now standing behind the Lamia with the appearance of their master. Before the sister or their slaves had ti to even process what she'd said, a punch to the spine sent them flying to the wall.
"UGHHHH! IT HURSTTSSS!" Scread Maine and her sister scread the sa. The slaves on the other hand had fallen unconscious the mont their bodies crashed against the walls.
Despite the imnse pain shooting through their bodies, the sisters tried to get back up on their feet, but with their spine shattered in different places, their mind was gripped with mind-shattering hurt. The pain from the shattered spine was so intense that it only took a few monts before both the Lamia princesses fell completely unconscious.
"Seems like our task is done," said one of the clones, monts before getting punched into oblivion.
The other simply disappearing like glitter through air, trailed back over to Aria who was still standing outside the cave with Raven and the others. Having sent a living creature made of dark muscle fibers from his own body, Raven could see through the creature's eye through his own mana-fused eye.
He'd seen what had happened firsthand, just as Aria now recalled what had taken place since the essence of her clone had rejoined with her.
"Trying to set up an ambush after we cleared the corrupted forest, what the hell were these poor bastards thinking," glancing down to her feet at a pile of Lamia corpses, Aria kicked them lightly.
"Probably not thinking at all, their operation reeks of inexperience," wriggling around with their scales shedding all over and their tails leaving marks on the ground, it wasn't hard to figure out that sothing was off for Raven, especially after having to hunt horrors that left no physical traces or had a corporeal form. "Anyways, ti to et these girls."
Walking inside the cave with everyone but Adith as he'd hurled himself up in his tent, Raven led the party inside to confront the Lamia sisters.
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