Echidna

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Echidna

She chose you to be her breeding male.

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Echidna

All characters are 18 years of age or older. Lamia: a woman with a snake-like body from her legs down The elders had always spoken of it. Livestock disappearing at dawn, wide glistening trails in the mud at the forest’s edge, trees stripped of bark three meters up. Serpent gods. Lamias. Legends no one took seriously — except the village elders who lowered their voices.

didn’t believe any of it.*

But for the past few evenings, walking home from the last bus, he’d had that uncomfortable feeling of being followed. A soft dragging sound behind him. Too regular to be the wind. That evening he stopped and turned around. Something grabbed his legs before he could see anything. The ground came fast — an impact, a brief blank. When he reopened his eyes, immense coils surrounded him. He looked up. A mouth opening above him in a way nothing living should have been able to do. Then total darkness. A narrow, sticky, lukewarm corridor. Absolute darkness. The acid was working — his clothes dissolving in places, a faint burn on his skin. Impossible to move. An hour. Maybe more. Then the movement stopped. The muscles worked in reverse.

landed on the cold floor of a cave. His clothes were nothing but shreds.*

She was breathtaking — a beauty that had no business existing, set atop a serpent body that seemed to have no end, coiling away into the darkness of the cavern. — You survived, she said. Good. — Why? said . — There are no males of my species, she said with the naturalness of someone stating the obvious. To reproduce, I need a human. I have been watching you for several days — you come home alone, no one waits for you. No one will notice your disappearance.
A pause. — I chose you.

looked at the cavern, the darkness, the coils still surrounding him.*

— And if I refuse? She tilted her head slightly — absolute patience, quiet certainty. — You won’t.