“Is this your first time getting a massage here?” the woman behind the desk asked, clad in a pastel pink uniform. Were it not for her upper canines poking out, their sharp tips denting her plump lower lips, and her eyes, solid gold but for her pupils, she’d have looked like an employee at any human massage parlor.

“Yeah, but my friend’s been raving about them so much, I just had to give it a try. He told me I should ask for Belinda?”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled broadly. “That’s me! I’m flattered to hear your friend is so delighted with my work. I’d be happy to take care of you today. Please, follow me,” she instructed. She lowered down a few feet and appeared to glide to her right, until she got past the desk and revealed that she wasn’t gliding, but slithering, her long, thick snakelike tail undulating across the floor beneath her. I stood, waiting for her tail to catch up with her, admiring the colorful mosaic of her scales: a soft, creamy pink, dotted with flecks of red, ranging from scarlet to burgundy.

Her length was a little surprising. I had seen lamias before, of course, demihumans with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a large snake. But I had never been so close to one before, nor with the freedom to let my stare linger on her curves. Her uniform’s skirt ended about where a human’s mid-thigh would be, with everything beneath exposed and scaled. From farther away, that tail didn’t seem nearly so long. But seeing it from a foot away as its full length passed by me dispelled the illusion. She had to have at least twenty feet of snake below her hips, slowly narrowing to a delicate, tapered point. I followed her down the wide hallways of the lamia massage parlor.

I couldn’t help but ogle, transfixed, at the sight of her body slithering across the floor. Her elegance belied her size. How strong did her muscles need to be for her to glide so effortlessly like that? Well, I supposed I’d find out soon enough.

“Here we are,” she practically sang. She opened the door for me, and thankfully, let me enter first without waiting for her to pass through. “Please undress and lay face down on the mattress. I’ll be with you momentarily.” She closed the door gently, and I was alone.

The room was suffused with a soft candlelight, and centered around a large, inflatable mattress that was lowered so that its surface was even with the tiled floor. One wall held shelves of various bottles and jars, like an alchemist’s lab. I walked over to observe the containers, but the names were in a script I couldn’t read. I undressed and set my clothes aside. A towel rested on the mattress. I laid down beneath it and waited.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. “Are you all set?” Belinda asked.

“Yes.”

I heard the door open and close. A susurrus as she entered the room. I turned my head towards the noise and saw her at the shelving, cobbling together a concoction. Her deep red hair, trimmed short, exposed her long, elegant neck. She picked up various bottles and containers, humming to herself as she worked. “Do you like lavender?” she asked.

“I love it,” I replied. Although honestly, I had no strong feelings one way or the other. Did anyone?

She poured one final liquid into her formula before setting it aside and slithering her way back to me. “Now, this may feel strange at first, maybe even uncomfortable,” she explained, as she poured the container in her hands onto her tail, her lower body contorting itself into constantly evolving knots and loops as she coated herself fully in the floral scented substance. “But I truly think you’ll enjoy it soon enough, so please be patient with me. And if at any time you want me to stop, just say so.” Her tail looped around the handle of the jar and set it aside gently as she purposefully and patiently massaged the oil into her tail, her flesh glistening, the candlelight dancing across her beautiful body. I realized I had been staring, and turned my head away.

I felt her cool touch beneath my chest first, as her tail began the process of wrapping around me. Slowly, her slick, oiled tail encircled me, embracing me in a way no human could ever hope to achieve, as her body constricted gently around me, finding its way beneath my towel, leaving me naked inside of her comfortable embrace from my shoulders to my ankles. She was right. It did feel unusual, the way her obviously muscled body crawled around me, but it was far from uncomfortable. Waves of pressure spiraled down her body, caressing me, massaging me, squeezing and pressing against my muscles. She jostled me back and forth, kneading me from every angle as though I were a lump of clay on the wheel, transforming me into a new, far more relaxed individual.

The sensations were heavenly, almost indescribable. I was being massaged by one of those goddesses with a hundred hands, as every inch of my body received her attentive caresses. I tried my best to ignore her rhythmic pressure on my cock, but it was a tree easily forgotten in the forest of pleasure she was bestowing upon me. She slowly revolved me as her body pulsated, until I laid face-down inside of her cozy embrace.

“Does this feel okay?” she whispered from somewhere above me, the slightest lisp in her S. I groaned happily in an approximation of a yes. She giggled at my attempt and continued her work. “Good.” Her coils shuffled upwards as she exposed my legs, allowing her to massage my calves and thighs more precisely with her hands, while her powerful tail shuffled up and down my chest and abdomen, back and forth. After a while, her body rotated me inside her embrace, so I now faced the floor, and she began to massage the tops of my legs. I took the opportunity to look at her more and study the way her pale, soft flesh of her back vanished into the colorful scales of her lower body. The stark contrast, the unique metamorphosis in her body as one traveled down it, intrigued me and, I had to admit, attracted me.