The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1107 - 169 - The Lamia Leader Was Very Clingy (2)

"You’re really pushing it, huh?" I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips despite the situation.

Her body was coiled tightly around me, the pressure firm enough to remind me that I was very much restrained, yet strangely considerate at the same time. It wasn’t crushing, wasn’t painful—just close, intimate, almost deliberate. It felt like she wanted to keep me there, not trap me. The way her body flexed and relaxed around mine made it clear she knew exactly how much strength to apply, as if she was testing boundaries without crossing them.

"Well, I don’t really mind having sex with you," I continued, my tone calm, honest, "but... are you sure you actually want me to do it with you?"

She hesitated, her expression shifting into something uncertain, thoughtful. "I don’t know," she admitted quietly. "I’ve been thinking about this since last night, and I still haven’t managed to get a good grasp of my feelings." Her gaze wavered for a moment before returning to mine. "Which is why I want to experience it. To understand it. Can we?"

There was something earnest in the way she said it. Not desperate. Not demanding. Just... curious.

"Well," I sighed, letting out a small chuckle, "it looks like you’re not going to free me at all if I don’t agree to this." I glanced down at the way her body remained wrapped around me. "So, why not?"

She frowned slightly, her brows knitting together. "It sounds like you’re just being pushed by me to have sex with me. I don’t really feel good about that."

"I don’t see it that way," I replied without hesitation. As if to prove my point, my cock twitched, already hard from the way she’d been acting around me this entire time. My body had made its choice long before my mouth did. I was aroused—undeniably so—and at this point, there wasn’t really anyone or anything that could stop me from wanting her.

"Oh..."

Her eyes widened just a little, surprise flickering across her face. She clearly hadn’t expected that reaction, hadn’t anticipated how ready I already was. My cock pressed against her lower body, solid and warm, and the realization seemed to sink in all at once.

"Do you really think I’m only doing this because you’re wrapping yourself around me like that?" I asked, meeting her gaze. "My cock doesn’t discriminate, I tell you. Whatever you are, I will fuck you."

She stared at me for a second before letting out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You really are something else, huh?" A smile formed on her lips, lighter now. "Well then, I guess I’ll believe you. What would you like to do with me?"

At that point, there wasn’t much left to think about. There really wasn’t any other option besides fucking her. Still, a practical thought slipped into my mind—one that I couldn’t quite ignore.

How exactly do you fuck a lamia?

With centaurs, at least it was obvious. You could clearly see where everything was. But lamias? Their bodies were a single, continuous form. You couldn’t just pull something aside like clothing. And it wasn’t like she could shed her tail either... right?

She must’ve caught the look on my face because her smile deepened, amused. Without saying a word, she straightened herself, her snake tail lifting her upper body smoothly. The skin around her lower torso shifted, parting in a way that almost looked natural, as if it had always been meant to do that. Slowly, deliberately, it opened to reveal her vagina.

I blinked.

That was a vagina. It had to be. The shape was unmistakable—the labia majora clearly visible, slightly parted, glistening faintly. Moisture gathered there, betraying her arousal. Scales lined the sides, framing it in a way that felt exotic rather than strange. If anything, it only made the sight more captivating.

"How is it?" she asked, watching my reaction closely.

The question itself was unnecessary. Just looking at it told me everything I needed to know. It looked tight. Inviting. And the fact that she was already wet made it obvious she was ready, whether she fully understood her feelings yet or not. My body certainly didn’t have any doubts.

"It’s a pretty tight-looking pussy," I said honestly.

"Of course," she replied calmly. "I’ve never touched that part before. Sex never interested me, and I wasn’t interested in relationships either." Her voice was steady, matter-of-fact. "So yes, I am what you people call very pure."

Very pure.

The meaning of that settled in quickly. No masturbation. No prior experience. That meant I was the first—literally the first—to ever enter her. The realization sent a slow thrill through me. It wasn’t something I took lightly, but I wasn’t about to walk away from it either.

"Well then..." I said, lowering myself onto my knees in front of her. "I’d like to have a taste."

I leaned forward and extended my tongue, pressing it against her vagina.

"Hss...!"

The sound that left her was sharp, instinctive—more snake than human. She looked down at me as I slid my tongue into her slit, her juices already flowing freely. The taste hit me immediately, clean and fresh, almost refreshing. It reminded me of drinking water first thing in the morning, cool and pure, straight from the dew.

It was intoxicating. The sensation alone made my thoughts blur, my focus narrowing until there was nothing else but her.

"Hss... nghhh, aaah...~"

She tried to suppress her moans, biting down on her finger as her body trembled. It was obvious she wasn’t used to this kind of sensation—every touch seemed amplified, overwhelming.

"Fuaaahhh... w-what is... this...? Nghhh...!"

Her composure finally cracked. She grabbed the back of my head as her body arched, her reaction raw and unfiltered.

"Aaahh...!"

I pulled away then, lifting my head. I wiped the juices from my face before licking them off, savoring the lingering taste. When I looked up at her, her face was flushed red, eyes unfocused, confusion written all over her expression as she tried to understand why I had stopped.

"You don’t need to worry," I said calmly. "We’re just getting started."

That was the truth. This was only the beginning. We hadn’t really begun yet.

I lined my cock up with her vagina, and she immediately tensed, her body reacting on instinct. I rubbed her back gently, slow and reassuring, helping her relax. Gradually, I felt her loosen beneath me, her body responding to my touch.

And with that moment, I thrust inside her.