[This is my first time trying to post anything like this, I hope y’all like it.]
[Also, is long, so heads up on that.]
Hey, it’s me. Lily. You may or may not know me from previous writings, mainly on magic and adventuring, but whether or not you’ve read my previous works, let me assure you this is… different.
I thought I’d let you know how I became such a skilled wizard in the first place. And trust me, it’s more action-packed than you’d think. And to prove it, I’ll start at the Orgy. Yeah this story gets real spicy real fast.
We arrived at the orgy a trio. Myself, my master at the time, and another slave. Her name was Vera, or Vee as I called her. I liked to think we were friends, as much as we could be. We weren’t really able to talk much as slaves, and we were quartered separately. But I worked as a scribe, and Vera was an errand girl, so we crossed paths frequently. Mainly, her function was to be a pretty-looking messenger, a part which she played well. Vera was of average height for a human, though she wasn’t, quite. She was a Felinian, like me, so she had catlike ears, on top of her head rather than fleshy ones on the sides. She also had a fluffy tail, in the same color as her hair and ears, a sandy blonde color. The hair went nicely with her skin, which was a lovely caramel tan. She was dressed, at the moment, like me. Each of us wore a long white loin cloth and a chest wrap comprised of two sashes that crossed our chests, covering and uplifting our breasts. At least, that was how it worked for Vera. For me, the sashes, colored white and gold, just crossed my chest, the tiny mounds they obscured barely worth mentioning. I was nineteen at the time, but my body had seemingly never gotten the message that now was the time when I should be blooming into womanhood. To make matters more confounding for me, Vera was the same age, and her body was curvy and voluptuous. It might have made me mad, if it hadn’t intrigued me so.
Our master was a typical male of the race that made up the nobles of the Empire of Scale. The Lamia, half human from the waist up, and with the bodies of serpents from the waist down. Our master, like the other men, had no hair, and his olive skin was regularly cleaned with oil. Interesting thing about Lamia, their upper bodies have scales too, they’re just so small you can’t tell unless you look very closely. Or, if you touch them, you’ll be able to tell immediately.
At any rate, it was the three of us who arrived to the orgy, held at the palace of some other noble. I didn’t recognize the name. I knew the names of many nobles in the city of Thulsa, but that was the only way I knew them. Names on paper. I had read the invitation, of course. So I knew this particular orgy was being thrown to show off to some kind of foreigner. A human, by the sound of it, from some place called ‘The Towers of Paradise’. Sounded nice.
As soon as we entered, the weather changed. Magic had been woven so that the dismal rain of the swamps had ceased to be replaced by a bright blue sky. We were greeted by an enthusiastic and naked Lamia woman. Her large breasts wobbled enticingly as she slithered up to our master, beaming.
“Tsali! You made it!” She bubbled. “And you’ve brought some lovely decorations!”
I blushed. I wasn’t used to being referred to in this way. Vera was, though, and she smiled prettily at the compliment.
“I wouldn’t miss an orgy if you’re going to be there, Sisania.” Our master said. That cleared things up for me, at least. Sisania. Sister of the noble who was hosting the orgy. I had penned a few rather steamy letters to her, dictated by our master. Vera had likely been the one to deliver them. It was kind of odd, actually seeing the full, curving breasts that I had written about previously. I had to agree with my master’s assessment.
“Oh but look at you, so over-dressed for the occasion!” Sisania continued. Our master wasn’t wearing any more than Vera and I were, though his simple-looking kilt was made of very expensive cloth, making its price worth about a hundred outfits like mine and Vera’s. “Come on, now, an orgy is no place to be so prudish!”
“Of course, Sisania!” Tsali laughed, unwrapping his kilt and revealing his member. For the record, Lamia genitals are like those of humans, and I wasn’t any more interested in the genitals of men then than I am now. Naked, Master gestured to us. “You two, off with those rags! This is the sort of place to show your body as the Gods intended!”
I moved to obey, but I muttered something under my breath that the gods probably intended my body never to be seen by anyone or they would have put a bit more effort into it. Vera turned to glance at me as I did. Felinians have very good hearing, and she must have understood my near-silent mumble. I turned to meet her gaze, but quickly lost the ability to focus on her eyes as her top came off, and her huge, beautiful breasts came bouncing free. Master ordered Vera to sunbathe completely naked once every other day, as well as bathing regularly, so that she radiated with health and beauty. Loveliness was her primary duty, and Tsali took great pride in maintaining it. I had many times desperately wished to be present for one of her sunbathing sessions or baths, but Tsali afforded her privacy for these times. Perhaps he wished to guard her full beauty to only be shown on his whim. The result of all this on my end was that I had lusted after Vera’s body more and more the longer I went without being able to see it. Now as she stripped before me, I found my mind clouded and unable to think clearly. A few moments later, I was also naked, but I’m not sure exactly how.
“Legs sure are interesting, aren’t they?” Sisania was saying as she led our master away by the arm. “And buttocks! How cute! Especially on the little one.”
I blushed again. My tail, sleek and black-furred unlike Vera’s, twitched nervously behind me.
“I suppose we should find a place to stand.” Vera said, ruffling my greasy black hair, as she often had before. It was almost off putting to see her acting much the same as she always had, but entirely nude. Off putting, but also arousing.
“Is that what we do?” I asked, unfamiliar with how slaves were to act outside their master’s home. Vera nodded.
“Unless asked for, we just stand aside and look pretty.” She flashed a smile at me.
“Easy for you, maybe.” I somehow managed to say. “You don’t have to put any work into it.”
For the next, maybe twenty minutes Vera and I stood off to the side of the beautiful marble courtyard. I tried not to stare too openly at Vera. I know she caught me staring a couple of times, but she didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t exactly make herself more easy to see either, though. When I could tear my gaze away from her naked body, I found myself plenty of other things to look at. The courtyard was pentagonal in shape, and the center was dominated by an irregular pool of clear, beautiful water. There was a dragon in the water. A real dragon. You’d think that would command a lot of attention, but in the Empire of Scale they weren’t quite so rare as they are elsewhere. This one was only about 30 feet long, so I knew immediately they weren’t all that important. Dragons get larger the more powerful they are, and in the Empire of Scale that means political power directly. This small fry wasn’t much worth noting. Large though he was, there were probably Lamia here that were wealthier and more powerful than him. Aside from that, a mountain of dull reddish brown scales was hardly of more interest to me than the myriad of naked bodies that surrounded it. Lamia were everywhere, not a stitch of cloth to cover most of them. They weren’t just naked either. No small amount of them were actively in the process of having sex. I spotted Tsali there, sitting on luxurious couches under the roof that ringed the courtyard with Sisania. They were talking and drinking, but I had no doubt that they’d start fucking soon.
There was a pedestal that stood quite high above the rest of the orgy, with stairs leading up to it. On the platform, ensconced in a luxurious wooden throne, was a man in full armor, his chin on his fist, looking bored despite the three nude hotties that clung to his legs. A pair of humans and another Felinian almost as curvy as Vera, with vibrant red hair and skin the color of milk. How the guy could look so… uncaring with those gorgeous babes fawning at his feet was beyond me. This, I reckoned must be the emissary that the orgy was being thrown for. Shame he didn’t seem to be having all that great a time.
A few moments later, I saw a few of the Lamia partaking in one of the more terrifying pastimes of the Empire of Scale. Not very far away, a slim, supple-breasted Lamia was cuddling up to an elven slave. I thought they were going to start screwing, and was watching them intently when the Lamia unhinged her jaw and clamped her teeth around the elf’s head and shoulders. I stared, transfixed, as the Lamia began working her way down the elf’s slender body, gradually shoving more and more of the elf into her mouth. In just a few moments, the Lamia straightened up, tilting her head back so that the elf’s feet could slide into her mouth. Her belly was enormously bloated with her meal. With one final gulp, the elf was gone, and the Lamia sat back with a sigh and a soft burp, caressing her bulging belly with one hand, idly rubbing one of her nipples with the other.
It was… really something. I had known of this practice, of course. I had seen Tsali with a roughly human-sized bump in his tail after meals sometimes. But I had never seen it in practice. Now that I had, I wasn’t sure what to think. Tsali’s meals had worried me frequently. I’d made the mistake of befriending one of his servants, only to find them mysteriously absent one day. It didn’t take me long to figure out where they’d gone. I worried for Vera a lot, but she was far too pretty, and Tsali took too much pride in her appearance to just eat her. Still, when I saw him slither by, clumsy under the weight of a recent meal, I often snuck off to find Vera, just to be sure she was still there.
Then I saw it happen again. This time, the man in armor, who was trying to talk with the dragon, was getting annoyed at the Felinian servant, who was trying to get him to do something lewd with her.
When the redhead started trying to undo his codpiece, the armored man grabbed her by the hair. Then, shouting something, he hurled her off the pedestal, right at the dragon. The dragon opened his long, toothy maw and the curvy Felinian fell into it. She screamed and then the dragon clamped his mouth shut. I watched in morbid fascination as a lump traveled down the dragon’s slender neck, marking the end of the catgirl. The other servants around the armored man whimpered and shrank away.
Several of the Lamia, whose attention had been grabbed by the shouting, laughed at the spectacle.
“By the Abyss…” I muttered. Vera looked over at me.
“Best to just ignore it.” She said, a sort of dead look in her eye. “You’re safe, I think. You can write, and that’s useful.”
“And… you?” I asked. Vera looked away.
“Probably safe.” She said, though her tone belied her doubts. “I’m a messenger, and one of Tsali’s favorites. He won’t eat me, he prefers to eat men. And he wouldn’t offer me to anyone… unless he really needed to impress someone important.”
That last part startled me. So she was on the menu, possibly, in a manner of speaking. But then, a spectacularly fast train of thought led me to an idea. As I looked around the Orgy that idea became a plan.
“Hey,” I said to Vera, a few minutes after we’d last spoken.
“We really should try and keep talking to a minimum.” Vera said, only half turning to look at me. “We’re only supposed to be set dressing, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s nice and all.” I said, brushing her admonition aside. “But, hey, d’you wanna get out of here?”
Vera looked at me funny. “Lily, we shouldn’t leave without Tsali’s permission.” She said. “But… if you really want to go, maybe I could ask…”
“Actually… I was thinking we *don’t* ask permission.” I said. Vera had, as far as I knew, always been a slave. To her, the idea I was trying to propose was ludicrous.
“Lily, we’ll get in trouble!” Vera hissed. “And not just a little trouble. You were worried about being eaten, well there’s a quick way to end up in someone’s belly!”
“Well, let’s not go back to Tsali’s house, then.” I said, smirking a little as I directed the gears in Vera’s head to turn in just the way I desired. I watched her turn a little pink.
“Lily… if you’re saying what I think you’re saying…” She whispered. “Lily, we can’t we’ll be hunted down. And then probably eaten.” I just shook my head.
“Not if… we’d already been eaten.”
“What… exactly do you mean by that?” Vera asked. She stared straight forward, only briefly cutting her eyes toward me periodically. She spoke softly, as though she were afraid that should anyone hear our conversation, her head would immediately explode. I grinned. I could tell the hook had been set. In quick, plain terms, I laid out my insane scheme.
“After you’d just been afraid of being eaten?” Vera gawked openly at me, now. I grinned.
“Yeah, but this time I don’t expect it will take. And sure, Tsali will be mad, but what’s he going to do? We’ll be dead, so far as he knows.” I paused to hold my hand out to her. “So? Do you want to be free?” My golden eyes met hers, those beautiful pools of sea green. I waited with held breath for her answer…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gmehck/empire_of_scale_story_part_i_warning_vore