I was now surrounded by a group of won whose lower bodies were long, thick snake tails, their scales catching faint light as they slowly shifted around us. The strangest part wasn’t how terrifying they looked—it was how silent they were. When they had co at us earlier, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of sound. No scraping of scales against stone. No disturbed air. No warning. It was as if they simply appeared, slipping into existence around us without disturbing the world itself.
That alone told these weren’t normal enemies.
"Oooh... haaa... You have a very large life force for a male. I’ve never seen this before..." one of them said, her voice low and slow, almost savoring each word. She licked her lips with a tongue that was far too long to be human, the tip flicking out like a snake tasting the air.
Her eyes were fixed on , not in lust exactly—but hunger.
It seed she could see my life force, and whatever she was seeing clearly surprised her. Enough to make her openly react.
So my life force really was special.
I could feel it too now, more clearly than before. It wasn’t just so vague warmth inside my body anymore. It felt dense, heavy, like sothing coiled tightly within , waiting to be used. The more I focused on it, the more I understood that it wasn’t just quantity—it was quality. Thick, potent, stable. Sothing that could last.
Sothing dangerous.
"It seems that we have gotten a jackpot," another one said, her voice calr but just as predatory. "This one could store us for another hundred years. He seems really good as well."
She licked her lips too. Her eyes narrowed slightly, pupils thin and sharp, the way a predator looks at prey when it already knows the outco—or thinks it does.
"So this person is the elven fucker, huh?"
That voice cut through the others. Cold. Controlled. When I looked toward it, I imdiately knew she was the leader. Not because she was louder, but because the others subtly gave her space.
Her upper body was calm, almost relaxed, but her tail was coiled in a way that told she could strike at any mont.
"So now, after you managed to crawl your way into the Dwarven Queen’s vagina, you are going for the vaginas of Lamias, huh?" she continued. "That’s cute. Do you really think a puny little cock of a human would be enough for us people?"
Her words weren’t teasing. They weren’t playful either. It was more like she was testing my reaction, asuring .
I raised my hands slowly, palms open, making sure my movents didn’t look aggressive. Not because I was scared—but because I didn’t want to give them an opening before I understood how dangerous they really were.
"Well, I did fuck a centaur and managed to make her cum," I said calmly, letting a smirk form. "I don’t think Lamias are going to be any different."
The air shifted.
Not dramatically. Just enough that I could feel it. A subtle change, like tension tightening invisibly around us.
"You are pretty confident," the leader said, her lips curling slightly. "I admire that."
Her gaze lingered on , slow and assessing, like she was dissecting piece by piece.
"Now then... I guess it’s up to my judgnt to see if you really are worth it. I am a woman who is not easily satisfied."
As soon as her voice trailed off, the air grew heavy with a cold, distinct intent to kill. It wasn’t the ssy rage of a berserker. It was precise and practiced, the aura of a veteran who had taken lives until it beca routine.
Then, she moved.
One mont she was coiled casually before . The next, she was already inside my guard. Her tail drove her forward with terrifying power, scales shifting in rhythm as she closed the gap. A spear appeared in her hand—drawn from thin air or perhaps just hidden—and thrust forward in a straight, lethal line aid right at my heart.
She was fast.
She moved with a speed that eclipsed any warrior I’d ever faced. I knew that a single second of hesitation would leave skewered.
I called for Ayuru instantly.
The blade materialized in my grip as naturally as drawing a breath, feeling solid and right. The second my fingers closed around the hilt, the weapon responded with hunger, drinking in my mana with a greedy, aggressive pull.
"You’re draining dry today," I muttered through gritted teeth. "Must be starving."
The spear arrived.
Instead of retreating, I stepped into the strike, bringing Ayuru up just in ti. tal crashed against tal with a violent ring that vibrated through the room, the shockwave jarring my arm all the way to the shoulder.
The strength behind the blow was absurd.
Even with a clean block, the impact forced to slide backward, my boots grinding against the stone as I fought to keep my footing. My muscles scread from the strain. She wasn’t just quick—she was incredibly powerful.
She didn’t let up. Imdiately after the clash, she spun, whipping her massive tail in a low arc ant to shatter my legs. I managed a desperate hop, feeling the wind of the blow as her scales smashed the stone floor beneath .
Before I could even land, a second Lamia joined the fray.
She dove in from my blind spot, dual curved blades flashing toward my ribs. I twisted in mid-air, using my sword to knock one blade aside while catching the other on my hand.
The mont my boots touched the floor, I threw myself into a roll, barely dodging a spear tip that stabbed the empty air where my head had been a heartbeat before.
They were working as a unit. They weren’t just attacking. They were herding , cutting off my escape routes.
We were evenly matched. This was going to be a grind.
I let out a long breath, forcing mana into my limbs to reinforce my muscles and sharpen my focus. The chaos slowed just enough for to read them starting with the twitch of a tail, the tension in a shoulder, as well as the displacent of air before a strike.
The leader lunged again, feinting a high strike before sweeping low. I knocked the spear aside, rolled my wrist, and slashed at her throat. She bent backward at an impossible angle, her spine curving like rubber, and the blade missed by a hair.
Then her tail snapped forward, wrapping tight around my arm.
Pain flared as the coils crushed down. Without thinking, I drove Ayuru downward, slicing into the muscle of her tail. Dark blood sprayed out, hissing on the stone. She hissed in pain, releasing instantly and slithering back to safety.
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