Lamiassage [MF, massage, happy ending, lamia, monster-girl]

“Is this your first time getting a massage here?” the woman behind the desk asked, clad in a pastel pink uniform. Were it not for her upper canines poking out, their sharp tips denting her plump lower lips, and her eyes, solid gold but for her pupils, she’d have looked like an employee at any human massage parlor.

“Yeah, but my friend’s been raving about them so much, I just had to give it a try. He told me I should ask for Belinda?”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled broadly. “That’s me! I’m flattered to hear your friend is so delighted with my work. I’d be happy to take care of you today. Please, follow me,” she instructed. She lowered down a few feet and appeared to glide to her right, until she got past the desk and revealed that she wasn’t gliding, but slithering, her long, thick snakelike tail undulating across the floor beneath her. I stood, waiting for her tail to catch up with her, admiring the colorful mosaic of her scales: a soft, creamy pink, dotted with flecks of red, ranging from scarlet to burgundy.

Her length was a little surprising. I had seen lamias before, of course, demihumans with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a large snake. But I had never been so close to one before, nor with the freedom to let my stare linger on her curves. Her uniform’s skirt ended about where a human’s mid-thigh would be, with everything beneath exposed and scaled. From farther away, that tail didn’t seem nearly so long. But seeing it from a foot away as its full length passed by me dispelled the illusion. She had to have at least twenty feet of snake below her hips, slowly narrowing to a delicate, tapered point. I followed her down the wide hallways of the lamia massage parlor.

I couldn’t help but ogle, transfixed, at the sight of her body slithering across the floor. Her elegance belied her size. How strong did her muscles need to be for her to glide so effortlessly like that? Well, I supposed I’d find out soon enough.

“Here we are,” she practically sang. She opened the door for me, and thankfully, let me enter first without waiting for her to pass through. “Please undress and lay face down on the mattress. I’ll be with you momentarily.” She closed the door gently, and I was alone.

The room was suffused with a soft candlelight, and centered around a large, inflatable mattress that was lowered so that its surface was even with the tiled floor. One wall held shelves of various bottles and jars, like an alchemist’s lab. I walked over to observe the containers, but the names were in a script I couldn’t read. I undressed and set my clothes aside. A towel rested on the mattress. I laid down beneath it and waited.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. “Are you all set?” Belinda asked.

“Yes.”

I heard the door open and close. A susurrus as she entered the room. I turned my head towards the noise and saw her at the shelving, cobbling together a concoction. Her deep red hair, trimmed short, exposed her long, elegant neck. She picked up various bottles and containers, humming to herself as she worked. “Do you like lavender?” she asked.

“I love it,” I replied. Although honestly, I had no strong feelings one way or the other. Did anyone?

She poured one final liquid into her formula before setting it aside and slithering her way back to me. “Now, this may feel strange at first, maybe even uncomfortable,” she explained, as she poured the container in her hands onto her tail, her lower body contorting itself into constantly evolving knots and loops as she coated herself fully in the floral scented substance. “But I truly think you’ll enjoy it soon enough, so please be patient with me. And if at any time you want me to stop, just say so.” Her tail looped around the handle of the jar and set it aside gently as she purposefully and patiently massaged the oil into her tail, her flesh glistening, the candlelight dancing across her beautiful body. I realized I had been staring, and turned my head away.

I felt her cool touch beneath my chest first, as her tail began the process of wrapping around me. Slowly, her slick, oiled tail encircled me, embracing me in a way no human could ever hope to achieve, as her body constricted gently around me, finding its way beneath my towel, leaving me naked inside of her comfortable embrace from my shoulders to my ankles. She was right. It did feel unusual, the way her obviously muscled body crawled around me, but it was far from uncomfortable. Waves of pressure spiraled down her body, caressing me, massaging me, squeezing and pressing against my muscles. She jostled me back and forth, kneading me from every angle as though I were a lump of clay on the wheel, transforming me into a new, far more relaxed individual.

The sensations were heavenly, almost indescribable. I was being massaged by one of those goddesses with a hundred hands, as every inch of my body received her attentive caresses. I tried my best to ignore her rhythmic pressure on my cock, but it was a tree easily forgotten in the forest of pleasure she was bestowing upon me. She slowly revolved me as her body pulsated, until I laid face-down inside of her cozy embrace.

“Does this feel okay?” she whispered from somewhere above me, the slightest lisp in her S. I groaned happily in an approximation of a yes. She giggled at my attempt and continued her work. “Good.” Her coils shuffled upwards as she exposed my legs, allowing her to massage my calves and thighs more precisely with her hands, while her powerful tail shuffled up and down my chest and abdomen, back and forth. After a while, her body rotated me inside her embrace, so I now faced the floor, and she began to massage the tops of my legs. I took the opportunity to look at her more and study the way her pale, soft flesh of her back vanished into the colorful scales of her lower body. The stark contrast, the unique metamorphosis in her body as one traveled down it, intrigued me and, I had to admit, attracted me.

Her body shifted yet again, this time moving down my body so that my legs were enveloped and my chest and back were exposed. She massaged my shoulders and neck, her hands expertly finding my knots and kneading them out of existence, working her way down my back and obliques. Once she finished, she carefully turned me around yet again, this time so that I was again facing the ceiling. I opened my eyes and looked up to see her above me, her hands at her buttons.

She opened up her shirt and tossed it aside without a care, revealing a pair of full, round breasts that swayed hypnotically above me, her areolas the same burgundy that could be found on her tail. A moment’s work at her hips, and her skirt was off and similarly thrown away. The scales at the top of her tail plunged downwards, stopping just beneath a small mound and a pair of smooth, delicate, hairless lips.

Her tail recovered the jar of massage oil from earlier, and she leaned back and poured the chartreuse liquid down her breasts and toned abdomen. She handed the jar back to her tail and set it aside gently as she purposefully and patiently massaged the oil into her breasts and stomach, errant drops dripping onto my body. She reached down and pressed her hands firmly against my stomach, holding the pressure for a few moments before releasing and repeating.

Her hands walked up my torso to my chest and massaged my pectorals. I told myself to close my eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop staring at her heaving, oiled breasts swaying just inches above me, close enough to grab, to squeeze, to kiss, to suck. As she rested her hands on my chest, her fingertips circled around my nipples, teasing them. My cock sprang to life nearly instantly, straining against her writhing body. Maybe she wouldn’t notice…

Without even slowing down her macromastic motions, Belinda matter-of-factly said, “Don’t worry about reacting. You’re a man. It’s all perfectly natural. This is your massage. Just relax.” I nodded. She smiled her fanged grin and continued, “Although I will say that I am flattered.” Her body slid up and down a few times over my cock as she giggled.

She leaned against me, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, as she slid her body against my own, her oiled breasts massaging me from my collarbones down to my abdomen. I looked down my chest at her tits gliding up and down my body, at her deep, glistening cleavage as it approached me and then cruelly departed. Her hard nipples grazed insistently against my chest as my heart raced and my cheeks smoldered. Finally, her breasts came to a rest upon my own chest.

Her hands reached out to my hair, and she began to scritch and scratch and scrub my scalp with her fingertips, filling my head with a physical bliss very nearly as good as that her breasts were filling my eyes with. I closed my eyes and surrendered to her manual ministrations, almost ready to fall asleep, when suddenly I felt something slowly creeping up my leg, brushing against my ankle, wriggling against my thigh, slowly crawling higher and higher, until the tip of her tail pressed against my perineum firmly. Her tail curled and swayed, massaging my inner thighs and beneath my balls, kneading me in a place I had never felt someone’s touch. “Does this feel okay?” she whispered again.

“It feels incredible.”

“Good,” she purred into my ear. Her hands came down to my face and stroked my forehead and cheeks, while beneath, her tail curled around my manhood, unbelievably dextrous, as she wrapped her tail around my scrotum and gently squeezed and tugged. Her thick coils parted over my crotch as she used the tip of her tail to push my cock up, before she quickly closed her coils again, this time trapping my cock between her curves. As she pulled on my balls and caressed my jaws, she now shuffled her body back and forth against my cock, stroking it in a single, continuous stroke, tightly embracing my throbbing shaft.

I had never felt such a combination of sensations. I felt her caresses on my face, on my balls, against my inner thighs, and around my cock all at once. Her body writhed around me, pulsating, throbbing in time with my own heartbeat as I felt my pleasure rapidly reaching a climax. I opened my eyes and looked into her intense, golden eyes. Her lips were parted, her fangs bared, all too inviting. I reached around her back and pulled her down to meet my lips and kissed her hard just as I lost all control over my own body. Our lips merged, our tongues met, as my cock spasmed between the layers of her tail, my body releasing all of the tension it had held in an explosion of ecstasy that I never wanted to end, my mind overwhelmed with an intense orgasm. My cum gushed out of my happily trapped cock. Her body tightened around me, holding me tightly. But slowly, that orgasmic bliss subsided, and our mouths parted.

“My, my, aren’t you a naughty one,” she teased. Her body moved in that magical way of hers, shifting and moving, and her tail spiraled around my wilting shaft, squeezing the last few drops of my cock from its tip, her embrace lingering, loathe to release my manhood. An intense combination of pleasure and pain as I still recovered from my orgasm ensured she had my full attention as her tail continued to slowly pump at my cock. “Are you all relaxed now?”

“Completely. That felt magical,” I panted, still catching my breath.

“You’re lucky you’re handsome. The last customer who tried that got a love bite,” she explained, licking her fangs. “But I can forgive you. Just promise to come back soon.” As if to punctuate her point, she squeezed my cock tightly before finally releasing her prisoner. I exhaled a sigh of relieved pleasure.

“Are you kidding me? I’m coming back tomorrow,” I promised her.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nneev3/lamiassage_mf_massage_happy_ending_lamia

One comment on “Lamiassage [MF, massage, happy ending, lamia, monster-girl]

  1. Not my genre, but I think you are a very gifted writer… Well written

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