Chapter 1 Page 7 - Mati and Emily Mati and two lamias chapter 7 by The Reaper

"Emily? Never... swallow me... ever again... I thought that I will die there." Mati said.

Emily looked down at the drenched man, her expression shifting from amusement to a small, genuine pout. She coiled her blue tail tightly around her own ankles, leaning forward so her face was only a few inches from his. "Aw, but you were so squishy! And you gave me the best tummy massage ever!" she exclaimed, her blue eyes shimmering with a playful light. She didn't seem to realize that for Mati, the experience had been a terrifying plunge into a fleshy void; to her, he had just been a very active, warm little toy for a few minutes.

She reached out a small hand and patted his shoulder, her touch light and innocent. "Sorry about that, Mister Mati. I just get really excited when I see something that looks tasty. But mommy says you're a 'tenant,' and those aren't for eating." She giggled again, the sound bubbly and youthful, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was currently dripping with her internal fluids.

Emilia sighed, a sound that was more fond than frustrated, and reached over to gently pat Emily’s pink hair. Her hand lingered for a moment, smoothing down a few stray strands as she looked at her daughter with a soft, knowing smile. "You have to learn some patience, Emily. Not everything that walks through the door is a snack, no matter how tempting it might look."

She then shifted her gaze back to Mati, her expression turning concerned. She noticed how he was shivering slightly on the floor, his clothes clinging to his slim frame and dripping with a translucent, shimmering slime. The red of his shirt had darkened where the fluids had soaked in, and he looked completely bewildered, as if he had just stepped out of a dream—or a nightmare.

"My deepest apologies, Mati," Emilia said, her voice rich with sincerity. She glided closer, her massive red coils sliding with a heavy *shhh* across the wood, and offered him a hand to help him up. "Emily is still learning the boundaries of her appetite. Are you alright? I imagine that was quite a shock to the system, even for someone as adventurous as yourself."

"Emilia? I'm okay... and little scared. Please, watch over your daughter Emily. I don't wanna end as her snack again." Mati said.

Emilia let out a soft, melodic chuckle, her blue eyes shimmering with amusement as she looked from the shivering man to her daughter’s bashful expression. She tightened her grip on his hand, pulling him steadily back to his feet. The wet fabric of his red shirt clung to his skinny chest and belly, making a faint squishing sound as he moved, but his voice, though weak, still carried that optimistic, curious tone that had intrigued her from the start.

"You have my word, Mati," Emilia promised, her voice warm and reassuring. She glanced back at Emily, her expression turning slightly stern, though the warmth in her eyes remained. "Emily, sweetheart, you will apologize properly to Mr. Mati, and you will not even *think* about opening your mouth until he has seen the house and signed his lease. Am I clear?"

Emily let out a dramatic sigh, her blue tail giving a small, playful flick against the floorboards. She looked up at Mati, her blue eyes wide and innocent, though a tiny, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Sorry, Mr. Mati! You just looked so yummy," she chirped, her voice bubbly. "But I'll be a good girl! I promise!"

"I know, Emily. I know you will be better." Mati said.

Emily's eyes lit up as he spoke, her curiosity piqued by his sudden calmness. He leaned forward, his gaze shifting from her face down to the massive, vibrant blue coils that lay sprawled across the hardwood floor. The scales were shimmering under the golden afternoon light, looking smooth and almost metallic. Driven by the same tech-like curiosity that had made him ask about spinal columns earlier, Mati reached out a hand. He slowly extended his fingers, his fingertips finally making contact with the cool, firm surface of Emily's tail.

The sensation was unexpected; it wasn't slimy or rough, but felt like a combination of polished stone and soft, high-grade silicone. He ran his palm along the side of the coil, feeling the powerful muscle beneath the scales. He could feel the slight vibration of her breathing and the immense strength coiled within the blue mass. "Wow... it's so strong," he whispered, fascinated by the physical presence of the creature. "And the temperature is actually quite consistent."