“Babe, it’s still me!”
 
  “Zane, I know…I just…I can’t…”
 
  “We can get through this, I promise! Maybe I could talk to a surgeon…”
 
  “We can’t afford one…you can’t afford one…”
 
  “Jessica, please…”
 
  “I’m sorry Zane…goodbye.”
 
  * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
 
“Whoa..! Great mask, mister!”
 
  Zane turned to look at a young kid gawking up at him, his eyes widening as he realized that Zane was not wearing a mask. His mother hurried forward, muttering profuse apologies, but Zane could see the look of disgust on her face as she led her child away. Zane watched them go with an impassive expression. It had been three years since the accident, leaving half his face scarred and disfigured. Now, in perverse twist of fate, his features were spliced between two realities.s. Under a certain light, he was actually quite handsome, sporting a strong jawline and an excellent hairline. But even the most minor shift of his stance would expose the horrendous scars checkering his skin, pulsing like open sores. . And today marked his two year anniversary of becoming officially single. For Jessica, his now ex, couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. Back then he couldn’t afford a surgeon to fix his face, and the damage was so deep there would be scars left over anyway.
 
  But Zane learned to live with his “disability,” and grew to appreciate it. For one thing, it allowed him to see when people were being genuine or not. He could see through the fake smiles, the hurried apologies for staring…but they always wore that same look of disgust when they thought he wasn’t looking. Those who could look him in the eye, treat him like a normal person and not some broken cripple, those were the people he trusted. In that sense, it was actually quite liberating. A more novel benefit was the fact he barely had to try to dress up for Halloween. Just some face paint, some ragged clothes, and he could pass for a zombie anytime. The season’s costume contests were especially appealing. Which led him here. He had to stock up on some face paint for an upcoming party.
 
 
“Why the hell…” Zane growled angrily to himself as he prowled the aisle “...are they playing Christmas music the day of Halloween?” It was true. Despite the numerous spooky decorations of skeletons, bats, pumpkins, and aisles of costumes, a festive Christmas jingle was playing softly over the store’s speakers. Much to his disgust, a corner of the store was all dedicated to Christmas stuff, like fake trees, ornaments, candy canes, and other such seasonal items.
 
  “Can I help you sir?”
 
  Zane blinked and turned, taken aback as a store worker stepped out from around a corner. For such a drab outlet mall, she was shockingly out of place. She was stunningly beautiful, a waterfall of red hair cascading down her shoulders, with captivating green eyes and a bright smile. She wore a gray turtleneck sweater and tight-fitting jeans that left little to the imagination of her curvy body. Even the green apron she wore only seemed to heighten her appeal, giving her a motherly look. More than anything, he noticed she was looking tight into his face, his whole face, and not just the side that was ruined. Most people usually flicked their eyes back and forth between his “two” faces before putting on a brave face.
 
  She looked Zane over, cocking her head.. “Is everything alright sir? You seem… distracted.”
 
  “I wonder why…” Zane thought to himself, daring a glance at her chest. The sweater looked very tight fitting, and he could've sworn she wasn’t wearing a bra, if the small indents on her apron were anything to judge by. Realizing he had been staring, he snapped his gaze back into her motherly face, and suddenly realized just how tall she was. The woman was at least a couple inches taller than him. Maybe it was because she gave off such a motherly aura, he just felt small in comparison. “Yeah…yeah I’m fine…” He said with a slight blush, gesturing to the candy vaguely. “Just…so many choices, you know?”
 
  The woman beamed and nodded, waving a hand at the candy. “I know what you mean…so many treats, so little time…” She licked her cute, dainty pink lips with her tongue, bringing an inordinate blush to Zane’s face. But he saw her eyes linger not on the candy…but the guests around them. And maybe it was the trick of the flashing lights, but he swore he saw a gleam in her eyes. But as she turned back to him, that motherly glow seemed to dim everything around her. “Perhaps you’d like to try a free sample?”
 
  “A…sample?” Zane asked, confused. and watched as she pulled out a small caramel from her apron pocket.
 
  “Why yes! I convinced the store manager to lend some shelf space to local organizations, and they made their own candy to sell this year. Oh, but these are made by yours truly! I’m a bit of a hobbyist chocolateer~.” She unwrapped the foil wrapper and held up the glistening caramel in her slender fingers. “Say ahh…” And she gently held the candy right up Zane’s face, grinning excitedly.
 
  Zane was pretty sure employees were not supposed to feed customers by hand, and he stepped back, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “That's ok…I appreciate the offer, but I-”
 
 
  His words were cut off as she pressed into him, her chest seeming to puff out slightly. The sweater already looked as though it were stretched to its limit, letting her feminine warmth wash over him like a wave. Smooshed against her softness, Zane flushed with surprise! “Please… give it a try, won’t you?” She asked, her dainty lips forming the cutest pout he had ever seen. “I promise you, it's really good.”
 
  Flustered and embarrassed, Zane sighed…and opened his mouth. As delicately as a mother feeding her child, she placed the caramel on his tongue. Zane bit into it with. To his immense surprise, a creamy center gushed out from the soft caramel, coating his tongue in the most delicious cream he had ever tried. It was sweet, yet light, and retained a faint flavor of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Regardless, it was delicious. He found himself sucking on the candy until it dissolved into his mouth, leaving him wanting more.
 
 
“How was it?” The woman pried, beaming proudly.
 
  “Delicious…” murmured Zane, licking his lips. He suddenly felt very thirsty, and something about being pressed up against this woman’s breasts had instilled an odd craving for a glass of fresh milk.
 
  “Do you want more?” She tittered, stepping closer.
 
  “Yes!” The needy tone of his voice surprised him, and taking a deep breath, he tempered his enthusiasm. “Uh, I mean…yes please.”
 
  “Mmm… good…” she cooed, fishing another caramel from her pocket. “Good boys with good manners get rewarded.” She gently unwrapped it and raised it to his lips. “Now, say aaaa~…”
 
  Zane knew something wasn’t right, but his body wouldn’t listen to him. Even though the situation struck him as odd, the idea that he was in any danger was laughable! He accepted the candy and mindlessly chewed, letting the vanilla cream wash over his taste buds in tantalizing waves. It was as if with each chew, his thoughts were being drowned in the creamy vanilla and swallowed down with it, leaving him feeling light and empty headed. “W…wait…” he murmured, feeling slightly dizzy. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, beating like a drum.
 
  “Oh dear, are you feeling alright?” She ran her hands over his chest, pressing him into the wall. “I can feel your heart pounding away. Why’s it racing like that? Am I making you nervous?”
 
 
“Uh...”
 
 
“Good boys need to relax…” she whispered soothingly, reaching up to rub his shoulders, feeling his muscles under her soft, slender fingers. Her chest was pressed up into his, and Zane could feel the incredible softness of her bosum through the sweater and apron. “Don’t worry, mommy will take care of you. Here, just breathe with me.”
 
 
“But...” Zane felt horribly disoriented, slurring and stuttering as though he was drunk. Why couldn’t he look away from her? Those pretty pink lips…those heaving breasts… those captivating green eyes…
 
  “Now, breathe in...” The woman took a long, deep breath, causing her chest to rise up closer to his face. Zane did as he was told, breathing in reflexively, and unwittingly inhaled a lungful of her potent perfume. Drowsiness smothered him like a blanket, and his head now felt so heavy. “And out.” She breathed out, her chest lowering. Zane did as he was told, and felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. “Good boy…” She cooed, petting his hair “And again...”
 
 
She continued to hold him there like that for a while, helping him relax his whole body. Zane felt so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open. Despite his efforts, Zane’s eyes kept drifting down to her chest. For a moment, he imagined laying his head down into her plush breasts and falling asleep in her embrace. That sounded so lovely right now. Already, he was nursing the idea.. Laying in a dimly lit bedroom filled with candles on a bed with blood red sheets. Listening to her softly murmur sweet nothings in his ear as she pet his hair, letting him nuzzle into her soft breasts, breathing in her intoxicating perfume as her green tail coiled about him_
 
  Wait, a tail?
 
  Startled, Zane blinked, and the daydream dissolved into nothing, leaving him standing alone in the candy aisle. The woman was gone, but he could smell a faint trail of perfume in the air that quickly dissipated. Something in his hand caught his attention and he saw he was holding a foil-wrapped caramel. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, he pocketed the candy, troubled. Without thinking, he grabbed a cheap variety pack of Halloween candy, a tube of glow-in-the dark face paint, and bolted out to the check out. As he paid, he kept glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman from before. But she was nowhere to be found. As he took his receipt, he asked the cashier, a cute woman with raven black hair, “Hey…does a woman with red hair work here?”
 
  The woman’s eyes danced back and forth nervously, looking at his scars and then at his one good eye. “Not that I’m aware of. I mean, I just started a week ago. Can you be more specific?”
 
  Zane blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Uh, pretty green eyes, red hair, she came in wearing a turtleneck and jeans…and uh…” he didn’t dare say she had large breasts for fear of being a creep. Nor the fact he had someone imagined her with a gigantic green snake tail. “...Busty..?” he finished lamely.
 
  She frowned suspiciously. “Not that I’m aware of…” she said coldly, eyeing him flatly.
 
  “Right…” Zane murmured, taking the hint. “Thanks. Happy Halloween.” And he left, but not before he heard the woman mutter under her breath.
 
  “Creep.”
 
  * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
 
Despite having picked up the facepaint, Zane decided not to go to the party, much to his friend’s displeasure. He made his excuses, turned off the front porch light, and settled himself into his chair in front of the TV. But he sat and watched the film, some old horror that was more comical than funny, without really seeing it. The way the woman’s face was as she looked at him, her words echoing in his mind, but this time, twisted and distorted to sound condescending and dripping with disgust.
 
  “Creep.”
 
 
Even now, memories of him and his ex played in his mind, more clearly than the TV screen. The way she looked at him, the way she half-heartedly smiled when they were together. And the look of pity she gave him as she walked out the door and into the taxi…Zane put his face in his hands, feeling the scars under his fingers.
 
  “I’m still me…”
 
  Ding Dong. Knock knock knock.
 
  Zane flinched, blinking stupidly and looking around. Hadn’t he turned off the light? Wasn’t that the universal sign that he wasn’t accepting trick-or-treaters? Rolling his eyes, he ignored it and reached for the remote…
 
  Ding Dong. Knock knock knock.
 
  Sighing, Zane stood up and stretched, shaking his head. He wasn’t the mood to deal with this. He took a deep breath to compose himself as he went over to the door and called “Sorry, no candy! Happy Halloween!” He hoped he wasn’t about to get egged or TP’d. But the only reply was another knock on the door. Frowning, he opened the door and said “I’m sorry, but I don't have-” He stopped mid-sentence as a familiar face smiled back at him, the words catching in his throat.
 
  “Trick or treat…” cooed the woman from before, smiling widely at him. “Mommy’s children are so sweet…they always give me something good to eat…” She had abandoned her sweater and jeans for a revealing low-cut witch’s dress, which flaunted her pillowy cleavage rather spectacularly. It was cut at the sides of her waist to reveal her creamy legs, with frilly sleeves down to her wrists. Her green eyes burned brightly from under the shade of her her pointed witch’s hat, and she carried an orange plastic jack-o-lantern filled with a mound of familiar candies.. “So…” Her smile broadened “...does my baby boy have some sweet treats for me?”
 
  “Uh…yeah…” Zane couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way the dim moonlight illuminated her skin was completely entrancing. Stumbling slightly, he picked up a small bowl of candy by the door, and proffered it to her clumsily.
 
  She frowned as she began to pick through the candy, looking disappointed. “Oh dear…” she pouted and sighed. “You don’t seem to have what I’m craving at the moment.”
 
  Zane felt an unexplainable wave of guilt wash over him as he saw her expression, He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a strong urge to satisfy this stranger.. “Wh…what would that be? I can look around, if you want…?” He asked tentatively.
 
 
“You really want to know?” She smiled at him and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Setting down her pumpkin, she eased him against the wall, her breasts pressing into his chest. Her lips parted, and from between them spooled her thick, wet tongue. She licked her glistening lips, coating them with a gleam of fresh saliva. Her lush, pink, pouty lips.
 
 
Cock sucking lips.
 
 
Zane blushed as that thought intruded into his mind. He tried to dispel the idea, but it was like trying to grab mist with his bare hands. Mist that smelled of her intoxicating perfume which he now inhaled with every breath. He weakly tried to grab her shoulders and push her away. “You…you should leave…” he said without any real conviction.
 
 
“Aww, now don’t be like that…” the woman pouted, leaning closer, reaching up to guide his hands down. At first, he thought he was just going to let his hands go, only to gasp as she guided his fingers to her round, jiggly backside. As if they had a will of their own, his fingers began to massage her ass, marveling at how soft and supple it was. Like massaging two giant marshmallows. “I think someone is having a little craving of their own.” And then, without waiting for a response, she swooped down to lock him into a kiss.
 
 
Zane’s eyes widened in shock before they slowly closed in reluctant acceptance. He sank into her sinfully sweet kiss, softly moving his lips against hers as his hands continued to work on her ass, pulling her closer to him and letting the pleasure drown him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, slipping through his cheeks as though she was tasting them.
 
  The woman smiled, pausing in her kiss to whisper a question. “Sweet little thing~ How long has it been since you've been held like this?”
 
  Too long, Zane admitted to himself. Ever since his accident, he had never managed to go out with another woman.
 
  The woman seemed to register his thoughts through his disfigured expression,and whispered “Don't worry dear…mommy will take care of you…” and she resumed her encompassing kisses. Her technique was perfect. Her lips were pillowy, soft, and lusciously warm. Gentle, but loving, wet, but not overly done. He opened his mouth slightly, silently welcoming her tongue into his mouth. Without warning, she suddenly pulled away, and with a giggle, popped a caramel right between his lips~!
 
 
At first, Zane felt slightly put off, but as the candy melted on his tongue, his surprise and disappointment melted into dizzy happiness and he smiled dreamily. His limbs felt heavy and lethargic, and he wanted to do nothing more than curl up against her and sleep.
 
  The woman giggled, eyeing him. “Good boy, nice and sleepy for mommy. Mmm~ Time to make mommy’s sleepy boy feel good.” She guided her wobbly lover back to the couch and sat him down, making sure he was comfortable before kneeling down in front of him. With a snap of her fingers, his clothes vanished, folded at his side in a neat pile..
 
  Zane tried to cover himself, but limbs felt too heavy, too burdened to do anything but watch as she bent forward, inspecting his cock, before inhaling his scent.
 
  “Ah~ Such a strong mana stored up inside these…” she teased, reaching to cup his balls, caressing them with her thumb, making his toes curl and his eyes to flutter. “Aww, is my poor baby all backed up? Don’t worry… Mommy will make sure she milks out every~ Last~ Drop~” She announced each word with a kiss to his cock before, with an aggressive lick, took his erection between her lips and dove down towards his crotch.
 
 
Zane’s eyes rolled up into his skull as her pillowy lips massaged his cock. Her lips were heavenly, and her tongue was happily slathering over his cock inside, layering adoration upon it. He trembled with pleasure as her head began to bob back and forth on his shaft, the look in her eyes filled with nothing lurid affection. He could feel the pleasure pouring into him from those green depths, filling him up with hot, honeyed love. It didn’t take long before he came. Pleasure flooded through him like a tidal wave had shattered to cause an avalanche, rapid and overwhelming. But more than that, he felt something... leaving him.
 
  The woman slurped up his seed, and he could feel her tongue snaking around, lapping up every last drop before pulling off his cock with a wet “pop.” Licking her lips with a satisfied grin, she caressed his head. “Thank you for the lovely meal, my love…but now I’m afraid comes the scary part.”
 
  Zane, despite being in his sleepy stupor, watched with growing anxiety and horror as her legs seemed to shimmer and expand, melting together to make a single, bulky elongating appendage. It grew longer, bright green scales growing out of her skin and turning her creamy legs into a gigantic, thick green snake tail! The coils lay about in lanquid folds, and were thick enough that if he knew if she ate him, nothing would be seen of him from the outside. Zane’s eyes widened as panic began to set in, his chest heaving as he struggled to take action with a brain that seemed to be functioning purely on auxiliary functions. He lurched up clumsily from the couch, hearing the woman sigh sadly behind him. He had to get away, he had to call for help. He had to…
 
  His hyperventilating was cut short by a comforting touch on his shoulder. The woman smiled encouragingly, drawing him back into her warm embrace, guiding his face down into the valley of her breasts. “Breathe, Zane. Breathe. Nice deep breaths for mama…”
 
 
Breathing hard, his panicked heart rate slowly ebbed. Despite himself, her intoxicating perfume calmed him, and soon enough, he felt warm and sleepy again. He tried to pull away, but before he could, her thick, flexible tail slithered around his body and wrapped him in a cozy embrace. Zane barely had the strength to struggle as he was forced off his feet and into the heart of the squirming coils. Her flesh, slick and soft, encircled his skin, compressing him together. The air was thick with her scent, making his limbs putty in her hold to move as she saw fit. Her coils gently forced his legs apart and his arms out in a cruciform pose, where she held him immobilized on a bed of her own soft body. Zane could only watch helplessly as her upper body rose up between his outstretched legs.
 
 
“I’m a witch…” the woman said with a sad smile. “I’m a Lamia, to be precise. Legends say we eat children, but when you become as old as I am, all humans seem like children to me. And to continue my existence, I must consume human essence to survive. But don’t worry. Your body will be gone, but your soul will live alongside so many others in eternal pleasure. it will be the closest to heaven you can get. And I promise to look after you for all eternity.” She looked at him sadly, true pity in her eyes. “I hope you can forgive me…”
 
  Zane’s anxiety and fear only grew. He strained his concentration, trying to force his brain to think beyond the thick fog ensnaring it before finally asking in a slurred murmur “Wh…why me?”
 
  The woman’s eyes softened and she slithered closer, running her hand against the disfiguring scar on his face. “I know what it's like…to be seen as a monster…” she said softly, her eyes distant, pain evident on her face. But then she seemed to come back to herself, and she looked back at him with a rosy smile. “But unlike them, I won't turn away” she murmured through soft lips. "I won't flinch. I won't look away in disgust." She lightly kissed the twisted scars on Zane's cheek, covering his shame with her heavy lipstick. "I will only love you.” She cupped his cheeks, guiding him into another mind melting kiss. As she did, a slit with fleshy lips opened up right where a human woman’s privates would be, dripping with nectar. The pungent smell of sex grew stronger as a pinkish miasma leaked out. Grinning against his lips, she pushed her soft lower body forward and ground it against Zane's crotch, his cock and balls bathing in her warm honey.
 
 
Zane would have felt slightly turned off from having sex with a snake, let alone something like her. But his privates disagreed vehemently, an involuntary stirring in his crotch making him softly moan. The thick fleshy lips of her pussy sensed his increasing arousal and began to gently stroke his stiffening cock.
 
 
"That's it, feel my love," she whispered, stroking his cheek, her lips tickling him with each word.
 
 
Zane tried to ignore the rising pleasure, trying to remind his body that she was not a woman. She was not even human. But it was no good, his cock refused to listen to reason. The witch gently guided his towering erection between the plush lips of her sex, muscular contractions pulling it deeper into a tight channel that began to throb along its length.
 
 
"Yes," she sighed blissfully, breaking the embrace and sitting upright to watch. Her lower body pushed down against him, drawing his cock deeper inside the soft flesh of her body.
 
 
Zane gritted his teeth, trying to think of something, anything to get out of this situation. Old nuns, dead kittens, math equations, anything to get his cock soft. But it was no good. Her soft body undulated beneath and around him, massaging his limbs, making it impossible not to just give in and relax.
 
  The witch sighed happily as her body harshly contracted, her thick fleshy labia folding inwards, dragging his cock deeper into her body. Soft muscular walls surrounded his cock like thick cushions and began to gently squeeze. Waves of contractions ran through her body as she rose and fell on Zane, massaging his body in her coils as her pussy chewed and milked his cock ceaselessly.
 
"Doesn't this feel nice?" she murmured softly, looking down at him with all the tender expression of a lover. “I promise you will feel so much more once you’re mine…please… just give in, love…don’t fight it~”
 
  Zane had to admit to himself It was more than nice. The gently throbbing contractions squeezing and sucking on his cock were steadily taking him to the point of no return. Deep within her pussy, venemous glands secreted a malignant aphrodisiac over his length, boiling away his resistance with chemical indifference. Zane clenched his fists as he could feel the familiar bubbling sensation inside his balls. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside her and his life would be over. Gritting his teeth, Zane tried to fight it, clenching as hard as he could in a vain attempt to defy her.
 
 
The Lamia sensed that her prey was approaching orgasm, and the undulating contractions increased in strength and frequency. The thick cushioned walls of her flower squeezed down on his cock and throbbed along its length harder than ever, milking him for all he had. "Don't fight it,” she whispered, cupping his face in her hands, looking longingly into his eyes. “You've denied your body for so long…it's ok…I’m here.”
 
 
Zane trembled, taut as a wire. He was helpless as her vagina relentlessly pulsed and throbbed around his cock, trying to push him over that edge. He couldn't hold on. He was going to cum. Sensing his coming release, powerful muscles gripped his cock and began to suck. Zane moaned through gritted teeth as he finally exploded within her in a shuddering orgasm that spilled from him endlessly, milked by the powerful pumping action of her vagina as she consumed all the seed from his spurting cock. Sundered by the haze of fleeting pleasure, Zane lay back on the soft bed of her coils, his chest heaving. His body felt weak and floppy, as if all the tension had been wrung from it. It had been so long. So long since he had cum like that.
 
 
The witch lifted her soft body up off of him and his shrinking cock flopped out of her pussy in a puddle of their sticky love. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as a series of powerful undulations suddenly ran through her soft body. Zane gasped as he was pitched around within her coils, softly tossed around as if he was on a waterbed. He heard sounds from within her, soft gurgles and squelches, as if some kind of organic machinery came to life inside. He looked at her in growing fear and asked “Wh…what are you doing?”
 
 
“My body is reading the secrets of your body from your seed.” She replied simply, smiling down at him. “It is learning how to love you better~"
 
 
The smooth coils of the witch rolled around his body, bringing his legs back together. Her soaked flower suddenly opened its petals once more, and Zane's nostrils were once again assailed by the organic, flowery musk of her sex as slippery honey gushed out onto his legs. The monster shifted backwards as her tail coiled around his ankles, bringing his feet together in a tight bind. Laying against the thick fleshy labia of her pussy, Zane watched in growing horror as it gaped wider and then came together on either side of his feet. She gave an orgasmic sigh as the soft lips gripped his feet, and hummed as they began to pull them inside her.
 
 
Comprehension dawned on Zane as he realized what she was doing, and he began to thrash harder in an attempt to break free. What she had planned for him was so much worse than he had imagined. She retaliated by squeezing back with her soft coils, pinning his arms against his sides and holding him immobile. Her labia gaped open wider and her coils fed his body a little deeper into hers, his feet becoming enveloped by the pillowy warm muscles of her vagina. Slowly gulping down his body, soft, but powerful muscles seized his ankles and another contraction swallowed his body a little deeper inside her. Much like a snake devouring its prey, entire chunks of Zane vanished with each contraction, pulling him deeper into her depths.
 
 
Zane was powerless to resist as her body pulled him into the muscular channel of her sex with steady contractions. He gnashed his teethas he strained in vain against her coils, only to receive another squeeze as his reward for his resistance. His legs were fully inside her now, his hands and hips soon to follow.
 
"So much fear and struggling," the witch sighed, reaching down to gently massage his shoulders. There was no need to shove him. Her pussy knew what to do with even the fussiest of prey. "Listen to your senses. There is no pain here, only pleasure. Only love~"
 
 
His feet and legs were pulled inside a soft chamber within her body lined with fleshy little protuberances that tickled and caressed his flesh. The chamber dilated, sucking more of Zane's body inside. The soft lips of her vagina kissed his flesh as they wrapped around his midriff. The witch moaned as her labia stretched to accommodate Zane's chest, excreting more of her lubricating honey across his naked body. Biting her lip in orgasmic bliss, she shuddered as her body, with a satisfying wet slurp, finally pulled Zane's chest and shoulders into her silky confines.
 
 
Zane closed his eyes and silently prayed. Despite the hardships he had since his accident, he had a good life. He had no regrets. At least going out this way wasn't painful. The inside of her body was soft and moist against his flesh and gentle as it contracted around him, almost like the hug of a friend.
 
 
The movements suddenly stopped.
 
  Her fleshy labia lips closed gently around his throat until his head sat cushioned between them. She held him there, the rest of his body engulfed by the soft chamber within her body. Zane blinked in surprise, looking up into the witch’s glowing smile.
 
 
"Now you can truly experience my love," she purred. “And soon, that will be all you will know~.”
 
 
The fleshy chamber suddenly contracted around Zane. It felt like he was being embraced by the soft body of a woman. His dream woman. Invaginations opened up and gripped his fingers and toes with pleasant sucking motions. The muscular walls, lined muscular strands of oily viscera, caressed and massaged his body.
 
 
"I told you before," the witch smiled. "I only wish to love you. The pleasure you're about to feel is but a taste of what it is to be part of me. Even now, my glands are producing chemicals and oils to drive your body to ecstasy. By the time my body is done with you, you’ll be begging to give yourself to me.”
 
 
True to her words, undulations in her body sent waves of pleasure washing over Zane. It felt like his body was immersed in a pool of honey, and that honey was taking the forms of dozens of hands and lips caressing him, massaging him, worshiping his body in the most satisfactory way. His eyes fluttered, but a defiant part of him bared his teeth in a snarl.
 
 
"No.”
 
 
The witch simply sighed. “Children never understand what is best for them…” And at her words, glands squirted more warm honey into her internal chamber and Zane felt her soft flesh squish pleasantly against his skin. Her knowing smile broadened when Zane yelped in surprise as she drew his cock into a soft pocket and began to squeeze and suck it, his balls soaking in a pool of warm honey that made them swell and tingle.
 
 
Zane's mind was reeling at this point. He had never felt anything like this. Pleasure crashed over him in the rolling tides of her body as her coils rose and fell around him. She was drowning him in an ocean of pleasure as her organs expertly stimulated every pleasure receptor in his body.
 
 
"There is no mortal alive that can love you like I can. Surely you must know that by now," she cooed, reaching down to stroke his cheek, looking longingly into his eyes. "Will you give yourself to me?"
 
 
The sensual hiss of her offer fluttered in his heart. It would be so easy to submit and say “yes.” But Zane could also see the threat, like a viper hiding in a berry bush. There would be no turning back, no change of heart. “Yes” meant he was hers. Forever. "No," he finally managed to croak out. He couldn't allow her to enslave him with pleasure. No matter what, he had to resist, to find some way to break free.
 
 
The witch simply smiled and flexed her body, flooding more chemicals into the chamber, and Zane felt them passing through his skin and seeping into his flesh. It was as if his very blood was turning into an erotic ichor itself, every heartbeat threatening to make him orgasm again and again. He gasped in protest as he felt a fleshy villi push itself into his anus, inflating to vibrate against his prostate. The intrusion was gentle and slick, he felt only pleasure as it massaged him from the inside. The probing motions fell into sync with the greedy chamber milking his cock, all which added to the witch's ministrations to bring his body to orgasm.
 
 
"Give yourself to me…" the witch whispered, her eyes soft, like a lover inviting her partner into the bedroom.
 
 
"Never," Zane snarled, only to gasp as the invading tentacle pulsed, forcing him to another orgasm.
 
 
The witch, bemused, lay back on her coils, her body pulsed with gentle contractions as she squeezed and massaged Zane's body. "You have a strong will, but none have ever withstood the love of my body.” She closed her eyes, laying her head back. "I have lived for thousands of years. And no matter what you might think, you are worth waiting for.”
 
 
Her glands produced more potent drugs and aphrodisiacs, immersing Zane's body and massaging them into his flesh. Her muscular walls caressed every inch of his body, ensuring no part of him was left untouched. The witch held him within her body and pleasured him for what felt like hours. She let her body undulate around him, burying him in wave after wave of ecstasy as she massaged him in all the places that made his muscles melt. She even took his cock and engulfed it in a series of softer, tighter orifices, all with different textures and temperatures. Sometimes she let him cum fast, other times she repeatedly took him to the brink and brought him back, withholding the pleasure of release until letting him blow with one giant shuddering orgasm. Or she’d push him to that edge, and keep him there, unable to cum, imprisoned at the ivory precipice of relief. She never did the same thing twice, making it impossible for him to defend against it.
 
 
It was getting hard to hold on. He lay suspended in a cocoon of pure bliss. There was no pain here. Her pleasure was washing it all away. His body, his mind, his soul, they were all drowning in her loving embrace. Unbidden, he remembered the face of the woman whom he had loved for so long. The look of revulsion on her face.
 
  “I’m still me…”
 
 
Hollow words as she turned her back on him and walked out of the room. But as the door closed, he felt soft arms wrapping around him, lusciously warm breasts pressing into his back, and soft kisses on his neck as the witch embraced him from behind. And her whispered words coiled around his heart, his very soul…
 
 
"Will you surrender to me, my love?"
 
  Zane bit his lip, shuddering as another orgasm wracked his body. He was so tired…so tired of fighting. His exhausted limbs went limp, and his head slumped back, his eyes closed in sheer exhaustion.
 
 
"...Yes."
 
 
Powerful rhythmic contractions gripped his body as her plush flower lips parted, slowly reeling the rest of him inside. Just before his face vanished from the world, Zane opened his eyes just in time to see the witch blow him a kiss. The Lamia leaned down and whispered, just softly enough for him to hear “My prey never suffer.” And with a final wink, watched as his whole body was pulled inside her.
 
  Zane moaned as he was pulled along, completely surrounded by her thick flesh. Too tired from his many orgasms, he simply allowed her to drag him along the winding tunnel that was her tail, breathing in the pheromone-laced air until a contraction forced him to stop at his final destination. Gentle undulations traveled through the tissue around him as her flesh rubbed pleasantly against his. It slowly contracted around him, forcing him into a fetal position and wrapping him tightly in soft flesh until he could no longer move. His cock, permanently suspended in a rich erection, pushed against her soft flesh and was absorbed into her luscious warmth. The last of Zane’s will to fight was milked out of his as her soft flesh wrapped around his erection and squeezed. He shuddered as an orgasm erupted from his body. The release felt blissful as he spurted his release into her molten flesh. He lay quietly and enjoyed the gentle motions. It felt so warm and comfortable inside her as she squeezed him. He floated in warm bliss as rocking motions soothed him. A warm suction continued to play with his cock and he occasionally twitched in pleasure as he shot a bolt of semen into his fleshy prison. Throughout it all Zane heard her soothing voice in his ear, telling him not to worry, that he was loved. All the while his body, his soul, his very life, was drained one gentle orgasm at a time.
 
 
"I knew you would come to understand.” The witch moaned, gently caressing the bulge in her tail his body made. “Love always overpowers pain, and what love is stronger than a mother’s love for her child?” She kissed the bulge and smiled, opening a portal of magic with a flick of her wrist. She was going to take him home now and rest. There, her tail would break him down, absorbing his life, and entombing his soul with her flesh. There he would live for eternity in perpetual bliss, cumming endlessly alongside the many other “children” who resided in her body. Smiling, she passed through the portal, her great serpentine tail sliding in after her…and carrying with it, her newest charge.
 
 
Bonus Ending:
 
  When Zane came to…he was nothing. He knew he existed…and yet…he couldn’t sense anything. He couldn’t see, hear, taste, touch, or smell anything in the normal sense. And yet…he could feel air filling non-existent lungs…he could smell an intoxicating perfume that made his eyes flutter…and he could feel the soft rumbling of someone’s flesh that was not his own. But then he heard the cries and moans of so many others…of thousands begging for more…for their pleasure to never stop. And then he felt his own. An orgasm rising from the depths of his very being, consuming him, drowning him in bliss…
 
 
His mind was gone with that first real orgasm. Every sense left to him was nothing but pure sensations of pleasure. He was unable to describe what he felt, only that it was right, and that he never wanted it to stop. This feeling began to crest, and Zane thought it was coming to an end. He was wrong. Another wave and he was cumming yet again, this time harder. There was no sense of control or stopping, he was at the mercy of whatever, or whoever, was filling him with such love. Such pleasure. What few thoughts that remained were broken by his third orgasm. Then his tenth. Then his hundredth. Soon, they chained together, a never-ending long loop of ceaseless but gentle pleasure that knew no beginning or end. Deep within the Lamia’s soul, Zane’s cries of bliss mingled with the countless souls bound in pleasure with him.