Regina: Endo Route
by Brazzel
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August 8, 2026
You… don’t want to digest.
Your feet are hovering over the precipice of her tail. The promise of its warmth and tightness are as erotic as you’d ever imagined, but the thought of digesting fills you with dread. You don’t want to be melted into snake fat! You don’t want to leave your roommate behind!
… did you forget that Regina is a lamia and can read your hormones?
Her tail snaps shut with a squelch and her arms are suddenly around you, hugging you, pulling you to her as she rolls onto her back.
“Oh, oh I just can’t do it,” she wails. “I just can’t go through with it, no matter how delicious you are! I need you here, with me, for as long as you’re willing to put up with me!”
You blink. You didn’t even know you were shivering until you started to relax, all of the tension melting out of your muscles until you’re a puddle in Regina’s arms. You place your head on the crook of her wrist, trying to communicate your gratitude, but she understands.
“I like this, though,” Regina mumbles. “This, right here? I like having you in my belly and I really liked swallowing you. Maybe we can do it every once in a while… as a treat?”
You nod.
“Alrighty then,” Regina says. “Then I guess you want to come out of there.”
You think for a moment, then shake your head.
But of course she already knew that.
Your feet are hovering over the precipice of her tail. The promise of its warmth and tightness are as erotic as you’d ever imagined, but the thought of digesting fills you with dread. You don’t want to be melted into snake fat! You don’t want to leave your roommate behind!
… did you forget that Regina is a lamia and can read your hormones?
Her tail snaps shut with a squelch and her arms are suddenly around you, hugging you, pulling you to her as she rolls onto her back.
“Oh, oh I just can’t do it,” she wails. “I just can’t go through with it, no matter how delicious you are! I need you here, with me, for as long as you’re willing to put up with me!”
You blink. You didn’t even know you were shivering until you started to relax, all of the tension melting out of your muscles until you’re a puddle in Regina’s arms. You place your head on the crook of her wrist, trying to communicate your gratitude, but she understands.
“I like this, though,” Regina mumbles. “This, right here? I like having you in my belly and I really liked swallowing you. Maybe we can do it every once in a while… as a treat?”
You nod.
“Alrighty then,” Regina says. “Then I guess you want to come out of there.”
You think for a moment, then shake your head.
But of course she already knew that.