Chapter 113

Slithering her way over to her mother's chambers, Lacrus the skull-adorned Lamia and a direct descendant of Libyan; was confronted by her mother's guards as she attempted to get inside her dome of pleasure. Her body covered in the blood of many monsters, she growled in their faces, her sickle-welding hands quivering with bloodlust.

"I've hungered for your children, maybe I'll start with your girls instead of the boys," needing no proof of her staying true to her words, the guards, though adorned in leather armor and wielding much larger weapons, decided to reason with her instead.

"Miss Lacrus, if we let you go our queen will tear out our eyes," holding their spears in a crossed formation against the door, both the guards refused to let her in.

Pulling on her chained retainer, Lacrus brought forth a male lamia who happened to be one of the guard's brothers. Him being her servant was nothing new, but parading him around in nothing at all, Lacrus intended to make an example out of him if needed.

"I rather like your brother, though I wouldn't dare let him touch me much less commit the unspeakable," moving her sickle's blade right under his sack, Lacrus stared into the eyes of the guard standing on her left. "I heard mother rips out every woman's womb on birth, is that true? Now I wouldn't know, would I? I was chosen as her own bloodkin after all."

As much as the disparity in Lamia men and women was, the continuation of one's bloodline was of the utmost importance. Especially since Libyan tore off every woman's womb except her own blood kin, making it so that only the men of an opposing bloodline could potentially help birth a queen to replace the current family as the clan's head. But that meant rivalry, something she couldn't afford.

"Go in if you want to..." Though reluctant, the guard drew her spear back. The other simply watched with a look of shock, but with only her standing against Lacrus, she knew better than to keep protesting her entry.

"May the gods give your men plenty of seeds, only for me and my sister to slaughter their babies," with a cackling laugh, Lacrus slammed the door open.

Still dragging Tanyan-the male servant behind she walked inside the silk-woven chambers of her mother. Like the blossom of flowers, the insides carried a nectarous odor, and the silk running up and down the walls felt softer than cotton. And with Libyan's body glowing a blushing pink as she made love, the entirety of the room was illuminated like a cocooned rose petal.

"Mother!" Lacrus screamed at the top of her lungs, and yet the queen of Lamia, surrounded by young men of different races, ignored her daughter completely.

Lathered with sweat, bodily juices, and even blood in some parts, Libyan tail had already squeezed the life out of those who couldn't satisfy her in the least. Even now, as the boys rubbed their bodies against her skin and scale, she forced them one by one to try and outlast the previous guy.

Yet her cold-blooded insides paired with her slimy-fish-like entrance sucked those virgins dry in just a matter of seconds.

Yawning at their attempts to please her, Libyan rolled her upper body to the side revealing a slender butt right under which her tail began.

"Wake me up when you're all done, I'll eat your hearts if I'm still not satisfied," closing her eyes, the queen tried to sleep, but the sharp sound of something flying towards her perked up every instinct in her body.

Whipping away the rage-thrown sickle along with tearing one of the guys in half, Libyan rose from her bed and finally noticed her daughter.

"If you've brought your slave for me, let me remind you that I only accept virgins," wearing a smile, Libyan wrapped her long tail around the remaining men and began squeezing the life out of their eyes.

"I've come to finally kill you my queen, AHAHAHA!" splitting her mouth in four, Lacrus hissed at Libyan and lifted her body high up on her tail. Baring her fangs and claws, she spewed poisonous breath which the retainer standing beside her couldn't even stand against for even a moment.

Watching her daughter preparing for a fight, the queen retreated the light that came out of her body, instead sucking it into her scales, she cast the room in utter darkness.

"You want my throne?" Moving around Lacrus in the darkness, Libyan wrapped her tail around her neck. Squeezing the air out of her throat, the mother forced her daughter's mouth to shut down in an instant. Letting go of her, she watched as her body fell into the darkness but then Lacrus quickly rose back up.

"You were such a talented fighter, bringing me new toys to play with always, why abandon such a noble cause? Do you really believe your life has any more value than to be my servant?" Slapping Lacrus's face with her tail, Libyan slammed her coughing daughter's face into the ground.

"I...I'll be a q-quee-" Continuously slamming her head against the ground, Libyan kept going until her daughter's jaws were too shattered for her to speak.

"I should just throw you to the prisoner, let them have some fun with your body," wrapping her tail around her daughter, the queen lifted her body and brought it closer to her face. "But too bad you have my blood in you, I can't let those filthy animals touch me."

"Wh-what are you?!" Having never seen her mother in battle, Lacrus had severely underestimated her ability, and that became abundantly clear to her as her life began flashing on her eyelids.

"RETURN TO ME!" Grabbing her daughter by the throat, Libyan began sucking every bit of life out of her daughter. In a matter of seconds, Lacrus's skin shriveled up while Libyen's grew more youthful. Her scales began falling while the queen grew more radiant. Lastly, with every bit of her powers and abilities now hers, the queen of Lamia turned her daughter's body to dust.

"I didn't live so long to be defeated by my own kin," shedding light to the world around her again, Libyan looked to the guards who'd been standing outside the open gates to her chambers. Already knowing their fate, they fell to the ground with fear, and the weapons in their hands clattered with uncertainty.

"Time to feed the prisoners..." She muttered seeming more ecstatic about murder than having sex with a dozen young virgins.