> Try to trick the Lamia into wearing the amulet.
 
 
 
 
You could be sneaky about this, right? Wyx’inal had mentioned that the amulet had something of a draw to it, so you could easily paint this object as some form of offering. Then let the thrall reel them in the rest of the way. With that decided, you started off down the other pathway, where you had previously heard moaning and now heard nothing.
 
 
There was little sound this way, not counting the soft footfalls as you walked and the slight clinking of the amulet’s chain. Another long hallway, but with nowhere near as many luminous blue veins running through the area. By the time you reached the next large chamber, your eyes had adjusted a tad to the reduction in light. Cautiously you entered a wide open cavern, which was only dimly illuminated by veins of glowing blue that ran about the area. There was a small waterfall to one side, with a slight river that bisected the room in two chunks. On one side of the river, there were some bedrolls and furniture, all seeming more than a bit damaged by both the water and by time.
 
 
On the other side, there was the Lamia. Coiled up comfortably and reclining on said coils, which glittered in a lovely green hue. She was awake, panting slightly as her hands traced over her breasts… each the size of a person, with the clear sign of movement within. It seemed likely that this was where the mage’s friend ended up. Along with a mystery individual.
 
 
Oh well. It wasn’t like you were getting payment for this job anyway. The squirming you felt in your gut was as clear a sign of that as any. You gave it a slight pat with your free hand, before starting down the smooth ramp that descended into the cavern. You needed to be careful… a trick would require tact and stealth.
 
 
.... Yet. You were not built for either. Having prioritized strength instead.
 
 
There was a slight crunch under your feet, and the Lamia’s head turned quickly towards you. She uncoiled from her position, moving a bit low to the ground as she hissed. “My, another trespasser in my home? And such a large one at that.”
 
 
Quickly you lifted up a hand- the one with the amulet in it. You held it out to the serpent, showing the gemstone clearly to her. She paused, glancing over it as you began to speak. “I apologize for intruding. I caught someone sneaking out of this cave with something in his hand. I thought it might need to be returned to you.”
 
 
There was a slight pause before the Lamia slithered closer. Close enough that your face was nearly pushed into her breasts as she picked up the amulet from your hand. She held it up to her face, eyes squinting a moment… before tossing it over to where the furniture was.
 
 
In an instant her tail had flicked around, coiling tightly around your legs and pulling you to the ground. Steadily the tail climbed your form, holding you tighter even as you struggled to escape. There was a slight squeeze around your whole form as she made her way back to where she’d been lounging. “It doesn’t belong to me, though I’d be happy to take it from you. And take you as well.” You were dragged through that shallow river, the Lamia positioning you so your head was above the flow of water while her coils seemed to almost be scrubbing against you. “I had some fun earlier, but it left me a bit unsatisfied. Hopefully you’ll be able to help me with that.”
 
 
“Th-then consider it an offering and release me!” You gasped out, before the coils tightened again- enough to make it difficult to breathe. Clearly she didn’t care for your pleading or reasoning. She just wanted a meal, was that it?
 
 
Though as you were pulled from the river and the powerful tail hefted you above her a bit, you realized that it wasn’t a meal she wanted. But a toy. Looking down as best you could, you could see your feet resting near where her torso met tail, toes pressing against a slit. Then, reaching down one hand, she used her fingers to spread open her clit slightly, letting her tail slowly lower you down into it. It was warm and soft, but given how quickly the struggles in her breasts were calming, you knew full well she wouldn’t intend to release you. At least not as you are.
 
 
You tried to shout, but you simply didn’t have enough air. You could barely breathe as it was, getting any words or sounds out was impossible without risking unconsciousness. Your gaze flicked to the side, where Vlys’ amulet was tossed. It was glittering with an amber light, and you could feel the faint tugging of its thrall in your mind… but why wasn’t it drawing in the Lamia?
 
 
Soon the warmth of the Lamia’s insides spread up from your feet to your knees, with her tail slowly uncoiling as you were enveloped. Your tail was still trapped, as were your arms and wings. Clearly she was being careful, even as she gasped as more of you were lowered into her pussy. She leaned back slightly, hands pressing against her large breasts and squeezing them. The squirming was minimal at best now due to the arousal, and they seemed to be leaking a bit. Why did a Lamia need milk? Why did they need breasts in the first place? You didn’t know. And you weren’t about to ask.
 
 
Soon she had reached your hips, and she paused. Eyes flicked over your large stomach, and her hands moved over to it instead. Her claws dug into your soft skin, and you winced. You went rigid. Which was all she needed for her tail to speed up suddenly, pulling you sharply down into her slit. Your enlarged gut vanished into her, and she moaned loudly. Her whole tail shifted about, tightening around you and making your vision start to blur. She was done taking her time, apparently, as the shifting and powerful muscles started to work you further and further down.
 
 
Quickly your tail was trapped in the tight confines of her vagina, soon followed by your arms and wings. Once you were thoroughly stuck in place, that’s when she uncoiled her tail from you, letting you take in a deep gasp of air. Quickly you tried to squirm, tried to struggle away. But like the prey you’d consumed yourself, the struggling only served to send you deeper. Knowing that, seeing that, you stopped. You remained still. The thrall had to work soon, right? Surely it had to work. Or had you just been tricked by Wyx’inal? They were a Daedric Prince, so it was a possibility.
 
 
Your chest was slowly pulled down into the Lamia’s slit, and she let out another pleased moan. Her hands went out, gripping the top of your head- by the horns specifically. She leaned forward and smiled at you cruelly. “Oh, you really were a delight. I’ll be sure to turn you into one of my sweetest batches of cum yet.”
 
 
“Please, just let me go and I’ll-” She didn’t listen to you. Just tightened her grip, and shoved you downwards. All at once you were plunged under the folds of her clit, the light and cold air vanishing, leaving you surrounded completely by warm and wet flesh. And moment by moment, you were pulled even deeper down into the Lamia’s body. You cursed and pleaded, trying to get her attention, but to no avail. You could hear her panting and gasping, the occasional moan slipping out as she put more pressure on your body. The walls around you constricted tighter, working to move you deeper inside her with every passing moment.
 
 
Until you reached a stopping point. Not that she had stopped, simply that you couldn’t move any further along. It seemed you had arrived in the womb- undoubtedly where things would get very bad for you very quickly.
 
 
Fully enveloped by the Lamia’s womb, you found it difficult to move. You could barely even struggle in the constricting organ. And every time you did manage to wriggle, you could hear her moaning and gasping. Your attempts to escape were only bringing her pleasure, which only built up more and more pressure. So you stopped again. By now you could also feel the mage had stopped- likely from exhaustion. Or possibly he was unconscious from the extra layer of constriction that had enveloped him.
 
 
You grit your teeth, even as you felt parts of you beginning to grow softer… but then it stopped. Rather abruptly at that. The feeling of the Lamia trying to make herself cum had stopped too, and all around you seemed to be… very still.
 
 
Then there was movement. A vague side to side motion as she slithered in some direction. You couldn’t tell what was really happening beyond that though. Just the shifting and easing in pressure, the slithering and stopping of your captor. She was doing something… but what?
 
 
Moments passed, seeming far longer than they actually were. Then, you felt a slight warmth around you. Not the suffocating warmth of her womb trying to turn you into cum, but a safe warmth that made you feel calm yet tired. Like a magically heated bedroll. You could feel hands pressing down upon you, tracing over your form oh so gently before locating your head. You could hear a relieved sigh, then that voice of the Lamia again… but not quite as cold as it had been before.
 
 
“Circe? Are you alright in there?” She mused. You hadn’t given you her name, and she hadn’t been anything even remotely akin to gentle earlier. It didn’t take long for you to put the pieces together from there.
 
 
You chuckled, giving a slight wiggle- to which you heard a faint gasp. “I’m alive if that’s what you mean. You certainly took your time, Vlys.”
 
 
The feeling of movement once more, as well as you being lifted up and placed down onto something. Then arms wrapped around the bulge you made, holding you securely. “Well, the thrall isn’t exactly an instant thing. If my target is distracted, it becomes much more difficult. And she was… quite distracted with you.”
 
 
Hands pressed around you again, and you could feel the body of the Lamia through the fleshy walls, pressed against you. With the threat of being turned to cum gone, this felt… more relaxing than you expected. “Thankfully you got a hold on her when you did.”
 
 
A laugh from the Lamia- from Vlys. “Yeah, I’d hate to have gotten her too late. But now you’re safe… and admittedly you do feel really good in there.” A slight pleased huff as she shifted around a bit. “Ah- but I can still let you out, if you want. Though I wouldn’t mind you staying for a bit either… I could get us to the next town even…?” Clearly she wanted you to stay put for a bit. But her tone suggested that she wasn’t the type to argue. Was Vlys really a Daedra? She didn’t seem terribly combative… but maybe that was just with you. It seemed she could talk now too… maybe the previous body had been unable to speak?
 
 
You mused a moment, thinking about the options Vlys presented. While it might be good to be released and get a move on, you had a feeling that your companion wouldn’t enjoy that. Perhaps she should get you to Rorikstead…
 
 
Or you could stay here for the time being. Maybe rest, maybe have some fun. It seemed the danger had passed after all.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What will you have Vlys do?
 
 
> Let you out now. You don’t want to stay tucked away like this for any longer than needed. [Vlys is discontent, MC is released, Story Progression]
> Get some rest. You don’t mind staying inside her, it seems like a good place to sleep safely. [Vlys is satisfied, Safe Unbirth, Story Progression]
> Keep you inside and get going. Rorikstead isn’t far after all. [Safe Unbirth, Story Progression]
> Have some fun first, then release you. [Vlys is satisfied, MC is released, Story Progression]