I savored the post-coital euphoria. “You are intruding, Shilia,” I hissed, squeezing so hard about the slave. His breath grunted out of him. “My apologies, dread Mistress,” she said, lurking just outside my canopy. “But the Paragon... She demands an audience with you.” “When?” I asked, my body buzzing with delight. Such wondrous orgasms. The slave Big Boobs struggled to breathe. I relaxed my coils. He gave me pleasure. Why kill him when I could enjoy him again? “Mis... tress!” he panted as I showed him mercy. “Dread Mistress, she's here right now,” my lamia slave said. My heart squeezed. The pleasure wreathing my thoughts fell away. My tongue flicked out hard. “What?” “She's here, Mistress! She's demanding to see you!” “Las's transforming cum!” I hissed and released the slave's body, drawing my pussy off his still-hard cock. I ignored boobs his pants and groans as I slithered across my bed and thrust my human torso through my canopy. I stared down at Shilia, the lamia prostrate on the floor. Her fear thickened the air with that delicious, sour flavor. Her gray-black tail twitched back and forth. “S-she awaits you in your audience room, dread Mistress.” Irritation gripped me. I had hoped to put the Paragon off longer. Keythivak hadn't sent a message since he tracked the thieves to a faerie ring. If the thief never returned from Faerie... I needed the Paragon's support to make my bid to Red Head seize the Shahdom of Shizhuth. I would rule it and then conquer the other naga countries. I would form an empire, ruling everything east of the Despeir mountains. After, I would turn west towards my “ally,” Prince Meinard. I would wrest his lands from him, put the Zeutchian and the other humans who dwelt beyond the mountains beneath my power. I would rule the world, conquering more land than the weak High King Peter ever had. But not without masturbating the Paragon's support! The monstrous servants she promised me if I recovered the amulet would give me such an stockings advantage over armies made of humans. I needed to stall her. I needed to buy my servant more time to recover my amulet. “No. It was you two.” I said looking at Mike, who just slowly shook his head. "Go on, baby. And I swear Red Head I will never touch you in any way that you aren’t ready or don’t ask for.” He then added. We’ll have to see the mood the judge is in tomorrow morning. “Cute!” Releasing the foot then holding her heel down on Cindy's face, she kneels down and slaps her, spits in her face, in her eyes, the slaps her whole face with a downward strike, and starts slapping her breasts. I had almost expected her to be calling me every other day from the way she had first stockings threatened. Her chest was Big Boobs laid bare to me; perfect, sloping breasts that swelled from her figure in a subtle curve, their pale hue a milky canvas that masturbating hinted at their supple nature, dotted with small, pink nipples at their precipice. She deserved it. "Listen, you piece of shit, I'm gonna change. It didn’t take long before boobs Hs and Kc are back in the game again. She smiled.