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Desert Jewel

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The future looks rather bleak for Samira, a slave girl in the desert of the Southlands. She’s prayed to the Goddess for years for some kind of respite from her life, but maybe she’s been praying to the wrong goddess?

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This story is part of my original MGE setting, Darkness Prevails. (Click its tag for the others.) It is the fourth entry of the series, but can safely be read out of sequence of the others.  Enjoy!

#Darkness Prevails

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter: Chapter 7- Cold Reception

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Satisfied the others were gone, Yuki turned to me.

“Hanta- you seem to have a unique talent for angering my sister.”

“Yuki, I-”

Whatever I had to say, Yuki wasn’t quite ready to listen.

“You know what serpents do with sneaky little rats, don’t you?” she scowls.

Her miko’s top managed to slip a little further open.

“Well….at this point I’m hoping that it’s something that involves hand-holding and possibly other outward displays of affection.” I say.

She scowls a little.

“We wrap our bodies around those sneaky little rats nice and tight so that they have nowhere to go.” she says, coiling her lower body around me before gently running her fingers through my hair.

“Then…we cut off the air.” her hands were on the back of my head, gently guiding towards her ample bosom.

“For the record, turns out ‘bedding other youkai’ is a sport I wasn’t particularly good at.” I pout meekly with my face mere inches of the beautiful serpent girl’s bust.

“That’s it. Your are going to get such a smothering, my little sneaky rat!”

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Night of the Amethyst Serpent

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Scarlet everywhere- scarlet tapestry with hieroglyphics hanging from the wall, blood red curtains blotting out the view from outside, red covers draped across the sofa and love seat and a scarlet tablecloth where he and Mai normally ate dinner each night.

 The interior of the little bungalow was lit up in the dim, flickering light of dozens of little burgundy heart shaped candles spread out on the coffee table, counter and dining room table.

 Marco blinked in surprise, uncertain at first over whether or not he was even at the right home. The key worked like it always did, so he reasoned that despite the late hour and his alcohol consumption, he had the right place

 However, his confusion grew as he stepped across the threshold into a home he barely recognized as his own. Did Mai arrange for this? How could she when she’s out of town? he pondered. It looked almost like a vampire had redecorated the interior while he was out.

 Only when he was inside did he realize that he was not alone.

 “Welcome home, my dear Marco. I’ve been expecting you.” a husky-yet-feminine voice beckoned him.

 Shocked, Marco turned to his attention to  see someone casually draped over the love seat. It was a lamia, but it was definitely not a Shirohebi.

 “Who are you?” a startled Marco called out. In the flickering candlelight, he could see that the unannounced woman had dark scales and almost violet-hued flesh on her upper body. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and partially concealed her sizeable breasts. She wasn’t wearing a top- at least not in the traditional sense. Through the intruder’s hair, Marco could see that he breasts were covered by what looked like two metallic fleur-de-lis attached as sort of industrial-duty pasties. Much of her lower body was obscured from Marco’s view, but he could see that she wore a thin, sheer skirt adorned with red jewels where her serpentine lower half began. Behind her neck was some sort of hood also decorated with ornamental crimson stones and yellow slatted pupils surrounded by black sclera locked him in a predatory gaze.

 Marco was now face to face with an apophis.

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Cold Comfort

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I’m pretty sure I hear a Thud outside my bedroom door.

“This can’t be good” I murmur to nobody in particular as I get out of bed.

“Kígyó…? Hey- are you OK?” I ask my auburn-haired lamia roommate as I poke my head out the door.

“C-can’t…move…..” she chatters, stretched out on the floor. “So….cold….”

I can see that she’s only wearing a silky nightie to protect her from the cold, although she really didn’t have any way of anticipating her current predicament. While it looks almost comical, I know enough that it could be serious business if she’s left unattended in her current state.

I manage to move her to the sofa in the living room

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