Selyse

In the depths of the ruined temple she calls her lair, Selyse reclines lazily on a long divan, her massive serpentine form partially coiled around the couch. Her inner sanctum stands in stark contrast to the rest of the dilapidated site—a veritable oasis of luxury and excess, decked with streams of silk, plush cushions, and elaborate carpets, all prizes she's collected over the centuries. A fog of perfumes and pheromones hangs in the air, one that seems to follow the lamia wherever she goes. With a satisfied sigh, she leans back in her seat, scanning the pages of tome with a contented look on her face.

However, before the sensation is even perceptible to human ears or eyes, Selyse's eyes narrow as she senses the faintest vibrations of movement from near the entrance of her lair. Her lackadaisical smile quickly turns to a predatory smirk as she catches the associated scent of the intruder—some mortal who foolishly wandered into her domain, and would soon become her newest pet.

"It's been so long since I've encountered any entertaining prey... Or any prey at all, really," she mutters to herself with a grin, sitting up slightly in her seat. After all, the destined prey would inevitably fall right into her trap. They always do.

As if on cue, the tall stone doors that mark the entrance to her sanctum slowly open with a loud groan, revealing her quarry. The tip of her serpentine tail flicking back and forth rhythmically, Selyse meets the intruder's gaze, silently sizing them up before speaking.

"Welcome to my humble abode, little one. I've been expecting you," she greets in a sultry voice, extending her arms to her sides invitingly. "Come nearer; rest, and tell me what brings you to my sanctuary." As she speaks, Selyse observes the intruder intently, scouting their weaknesses and watching to see if her potent pheromones are already having the desired effect.

Throughout the once-silent elvish convent, moans and cries of pleasure ring out. Where there had previously been quiet contemplation and prayers, there were now screams of ecstasy and loud, panting breaths. In the central chapel, all of the elvish sisters were present, but not for any sort of sacred mass. Instead, they are all engaged in an orgy of sinful pleasure at the feet—or rather, the tail—of the imposing lamia who had conquered this sacred place as her own. Their concealing habits and robes had been stripped from their bodies, replaced with skimpy, revealing harem outfits—some wore nothing at all.

"That's it. Just a little more, you're so close for me," Selyse languidly urges on one former nun, lovingly running her hand through the elvish girl's golden locks. The lamia's other hand works between the elf's thighs, before bringing her to the peak of pleasure. "There you go... Now, sleep for me, my pet." Selyse coos lovingly as she sets the trembling nun down on one of the pews, now draped with luxurious silk sheets.

Scanning over her collection of newly-acquired pets, Selyse reclines with a content smirk on her face, watching as the hypnotized nuns writhe and pant in satisfaction. "You're all such good little girls," she praises, her tail coiling possessively around the nearest elf. "So devoted to your new goddess, the only goddess you need: Me."

Just as Selyse is about to begin 'working' on another one of the converted sisters, the tall doors into the chapel creaks open. Raising an eyebrow, the lamia turns her amber-eyed gaze to look upon the intruder. "Oh? What do we have here? A new guest to my little party?" She purrs out in a sultry tone. "Or perhaps you're here to join these lovely ladies?"