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Curtis1122, thanks for the Dragon~! That extra chapter though is going to need to wait till after my vacation though, just as a heads up! Thank you for the Dragon though!
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Pushing the door open that led into the Lamia's room, I was greeted by the sight of Prixisia frowning as she stared at the ceiling, while Yiksa sat on the Lamia's tail and was hugging her waist, trying to comfort the orange woman.
When they heard the door open, both of them looked towards me instantly, curiosity filling their gaze as I closed the door behind me and walked inside, pulling over one of the loose chairs and taking a seat across from them.
"Mistress, I won't be doing anything drastic, don't worry..."
The way the Lamia gave me a small smile to try and reassure me that she wasn't plotting was cute, and I peeked at Yiksa to see that the Dark Elf was most certainly still planning to do just that, albeit with a waning confidence now that I was here.
"I know you weren't, Prixisia. It was a spur of the moment anger, though it has deeper roots, doesn't it? I never outright learned what it was that you did, and how you got caught..? Do you want to tell me, or do you want to keep that to yourself for a little longer?"
Pursing her lips, the Lamia looked away for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts and emotions before turning back to me and nodding, her slitted eyes clear and unbothered as she started with the truth.
"I did poison someone, and I would do it again. She was a minor Noblewoman, a Baroness who had no real sway over the Queendom, but she had enough sway over her land that it meant the people could suffer just enough to fill her pockets even more with each passing day. Drunk on the small amount of power she had achieved, the Baroness wanted to get more power however she could, and the easiest way to do that was to ingratiate herself with a more influential Noble and get married to them or to one of their relatives.
She did just that; she married the younger sister of a Countess, whom I had served for a little while. Lamia's are rare here; I've only seen two others in the Queendom, so many wanted to have me just for the exoticness and intrigue. The Countess was much the same, and when you add on my appearance..."
Prixisia trailed her hands over her body and smirked at me, well aware of how gorgeous she was and how sexy her curves were; and she was right, it was this exoticness that made her even more appealing, something that made me smile wryly back at her.
"There's no need to beat around the bush; the Countess paid me well to have sex with her whenever she wanted, and to make it less of a 'stain' on her image, I was hired as an Alchemist, even if I was only brewing aphrodisiacs and stamina potions so that she could fuck me more often. At first I was irritated that the skill I had cultivated was seemingly worthless, but then her sister got sick, and I got her cured in less than a few hours.
What would have taken a few days to find an Alchemist, get the concoction ready, and then forking over the gold to ensure that Alchemist gave her the proper potion only took a few hours, and that was when the Countess realized I was more than just a unique pussy or interesting twin cock having Lamia.
Her sister wanted to learn alchemy, and she suggested that the Countess open a school to teach more people how to use herbs more efficiently and be able to heal themselves, but it was at this point that the Baroness began to court her sister.
There was nothing wrong with her wanting more power; she told us it was because she wanted to be able to protect whomever she has a family with, and to be able to keep her people safe. She wasn't entirely lying either, which was what made it all the more convincing at the time. Weeks turned to months, and the Baroness married the Countess' sister on good faith.
Nothing was wrong for a few weeks, but that was when we got news that someone had poisoned the Baroness and her wife. Deathly sick and in no shape to do anything at all. So the Countess sent me to heal the couple, and when I arrived... there were signs of abuse on the wife.
Scarred wrists, bruised ribs, sunken cheeks and eyes... it wasn't just some ailment from the poison, but instead deliberate actions taken against her, and when I asked her about it in private, she just... laughed hysterically. She told me she had already miscarried, that she was beaten because she hadn't been able to retain the child. So she slipped an herb that would do you wonders into the meal each day... after all, medicine and poison is one simple dosage away from one another.
She poisoned herself and the Baroness, and told me to do my best to ensure that the bitch died, or was at least bedridden and unable to have any influence going forwards. So of course... I felt obligated to do so, and it wasn't the first time I had killed before... The Baroness took well to a certain concoction that makes it hard to lie, and I asked her about these things. She admitted to so very much, and I gave her a 'cure'. Let her slowly get better before she crashed once again..."
Leaning back, Prixisia let out a sigh before smiling at me, asking "How do you think I got caught, Mistress? Did I leave something at the manor? Did a guard see me? Did the Baroness remember what happened in her delirium? What do you think?"
I shook my head, not knowing at all how she had gotten caught, and not having an idea either, which made her grin as she whispered "Someone told the guards that I had poisoned the Baroness. I was shocked when news came back to the Countess and I was instantly attacked. Apparently... I made a move at the wife of the Baroness, and when she refused my advances, I rendered her infertile and killed the Baroness. I did kill Baroness, but it was on her orders.
But if she blamed me, and got the people to rally around her... well, I was her sister's favorite cock sleeve, sure, but I hadn't given her a clutch of eggs. Hadn't been wed to her. I was just a unique pussy that she enjoyed fucking day in, day out. That's why she told the Countess I had tried to make her mine, so that I could have both the Countess and her sister in my hands, ready to do as I pleased. As soon as I was attacked, I grabbed what I could and ran. But it's not like I could blend in with the populace, nor was there a nearby tribe of Lamia.
I was alone, and there was few places I could run to. Geard was the plan; it's gigantic, and unless they were really determined to find me, I could live in Geard for a few years. The forest provides a lot, as does the ocean. It would be hard, it would be lonely, but I could manage. I... barely reached Geard when I met Inik."