[RELEASE] Lamia's endurance

Lamia's companion and fateful bodyguard Ozreal are far from home, and on their long journey to the other side of the continent, as they always do settle for a cozy camp or some decent sleeping quarters. On this particular night Lamia awakes in a sweat, her pulse racing and she shoots upright in her small bed. Scanning the room and slowing her breaths to what she assumed was just a terrible dream. They've fought tooth and nail to get where they were, nightmares were a common occurrence by now.. But this was no nightmare.. 

She could feel the air in the room stick to her skin, the clothes on her body.. Too tight, too sensitive moving across her chest. She bites her lip when she realizes.. It's that type of night. Or worse, week...It was perfectly normal for her and her family, her heritage having infamously intense heat cycles... This was that time. Odd to think about that it completely slipped her mind, not a single moment did she ever have to think about it really, when they weren't busy traversing the lands, or in cities gathering information with her companions, she would be dead asleep after a long day... And normally during ovulation it wasn't uncommon for her to slip out of her bedroom at her family's palace. Either creatively sating her urges, or find someone to relieve it.

She was traveling with two other men, one a powerful sorcerer.. The other, the fateful guardian Ozreal, a half orc. Built to be easily twice her size, an actual beast who has shocked her at least once or twice with how strong this man truly was... He was peacefully asleep in the same room as her, it was not only safer that way. But their other companion didn't particularly take to Ozreal's snoring.

Her breaths quickened more, soft panting Ozreal wouldn't hear... But to her, he looked particularly more tasty than ever before... When reaching for her mug of fresh water, she knocked over one of her daggers resting next to it. Before it even fell to the floor properly Ozreal had already awoken and nearly jumped from his bed for possible danger. He was mostly clothed, just wearing pants. Not like the companions hadn't seen each other naked before when a random polymorphed cat turned their clothes invisible that one dreadful time..... Still, though.

"WHERE IS HE!?" the man stood at the ready with the candle holder beside the bed as a readied weapon.. For once, they did have quite a few drinks the night prior and this was his best bet at a weapon right now, his own sword far away from the bed. Lamia chuckled "no danger big guy" she panted out, licking her lips and shutting them tight to try and silence her suffering. Ozreal shrugged as he put the candle holder down, his eyes giving the princess a look over on her bed. There was hesitation, and a real vibe and smell in the air that changed the mood quite quickly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, regardless of what he may think. She was his mission, the one he needs to protect and keep alive. She was their most important asset in their team right now. She nodded to him "yes, of course." she moved over and leaned toward the window in their small little rented room. Opening it and letting cool air in, immediately she sighed in relief and decided to sit against the wall and take it all in for a while. Ozreal could see the sweat on her skin, how it glowed in the moonlight. Her eyes half lidded as she seemed to scan him over. There was definitely something about her that was different than what he was used to. And even when his intelligence didn't reach quite as far as hers or their companions, this felt natural to him. An instinct, her body was telling him a story, purring to him almost. He fought the urge to smirk.

"You've got the flu princess?" he teased, making her scoff and she finally shot him that look that he knew so well, that shit eating bitchy stare she gave everyone. Like an angry little gremlin, it never looked intimidating to him at all. Cute, almost. It worked on some people though. "Leave me alone" she finally said when she turned her head back to the window, looking outside.

He finally got the courage to stand and walk over to her "can I help you?" he asked, and she almost couldn't believe his words. This was probably the one time where she heard him speak.. Like that.. He was a very reserved and quiet person. Sticking to what he knows, keeping his silence and just following orders. She softly sucked in her bottom lip and hesitated.. This could possibly fuck some things up, morale wise. But her will to fight it was fading, the more she looked over to him, the more she just wanted to lick every inch of the man's body.. All the way down and unravel whatever is in there, she wanted it all.. She smirked.

"Maybe you can.."
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Story!! Yay. I really wanted to do this for a while, I'm so sorry it took so long! I hope this somewhat makes up for it, spend quite some time in SFM and photoshop.

From here on out I wanna make my pieces more personal -finally-.. And add more context, and with Lamia I feel like you definitely need it as it's a homebrew character for a DnD campaign. A mix between tiefling/dragonborn sort of. 

Ozreal is a character made by Qiou for our DnD campaign. A Half orc Paladin.