There was once a Sovereign here, long ago, that cared for her realm and her Kingdom more than anything in the world. She laughed and loved, fought and struggled, for the good of her realm, its people, and her Kingdom. While intelligent and beautiful, well-mannered and proper, she had one fatal flaw that followed her wherever she went. She loved too much, held too many people in tender affection, and it placed her in harm's way more times than it did not.
But what always fucked
Victoria_Rose the most was her attraction to others that was not of her own kind. Normalcy and the simple life was something that she detested, so Victoria would not pursue a male human intent on making her subverted to his will as a docile housewife. Like her taste in adventure, she wanted a lover different to her in every way. Someone that could test and challenge her, to bring her to even greater heights than she had as the Queen of Sylvania. And so Victoria left her realm to roam the land for love and adventure, seeking beautiful maidens and wonderful creatures to romance along the way.
At least....that was the plan...but you know what they say about the plots of mice and men...
Somewhere along the way Victoria met a dominant feral lamia. A girl that could neither speak or understand human feelings, but was very adept at getting Victoria to do just what she wanted her to do anyway. And what started as a relationship of curiosity during her adventure quickly turned into something much greater and darker, as Victoria was overwhelmed by the luscious presence of her dominant lover and her throbbing, musky cock...whom quickly made Victoria's armor and sword a thing of the past in an effort to make the human hers as she plowed her night after night.
Her adventure cut short, Victoria's life became nothing more than a constant rut with this lamia. Enormous amounts of snake-spunk was taken in all holes night after night. Ingested in both ends~ Filled to the brim in her womb. Blown across her body. Puddled under her feet. It was as if her lamia had no satisfaction....which would make sense since she was a feral lamia which knew nothing but her carnal urges. But as time went by, Victoria felt her life start to slip away from her. Her mind. Her brain. Her thoughts. It all became muddled by this sense of her life being taken over by feral bliss. One day the lamia took her into the darkness of her den....and she never allowed her to come out.
After several long months, Victoria emerged from that den a new person. What used to be the Queen of Sylvania, ruler of a vast mercantile empire, has been completely erased. She's now a feral lamia. A lamia that enjoys to rut just as much as the one that changed her. She has a new life, a new and simpler purpose, and she devours live prey just as easily as she does their throbbing cocks.
And what's worse....she's more than capable of repeating the process that made her into the way she is. Wouldn't you like to fuck with her?
