The queendom of Solanacea was a beautiful, prosperous land. Its people lived in peace, under the fair rule of their Queen Solana. Renowned for her elegance, Queen Solana cherished freedoms and pleasures, and saw her land as one where her people could be free to be happy as they desired.
Just as known as she was for her demure beauty, so too was Queen Solana known for her habits. It was rare for her to be seen without her ornate cigarette holder, and only slightly less rare for her to not have a lit cigarette placed within. Though some other rulers complained of her habit, Queen Solana loved to smoke, and few knew truly how many cigarettes she enjoyed during the course of a day.
As per the country’s tradition, the Queen was tended to by a small sect of handmaidens. These handmaidens were chosen from volunteer women, the only requirement of them being an appreciation for the female body. Solanacea held no shame in the many lovers their queens took, and Queen Solana was said to enjoy the company of each and every one of her handmaidens.
So too did her handmaidens come to enjoy their Queen’s favorite habit. Even women who were once firmly against smoking before joining as a handmaiden would become smokers, comfortable with their vice and perhaps even proud of it.
Many lurid tales spread from the Queen’s consort of handmaidens. It was said that each handmaiden was initiated in the same fashion, and some spoke of this initiation with pride and nostalgia, either as they smoked their current cigarette or lit themselves one. The Queen would lay herself down, naked, and her new handmaiden was to massage and tend to their Queen. As soon as they would begin, Queen Solana would place a cigarette in her holder, then light it. As the handmaiden’s hands went over their Queen’s body, the Queen’s smoke washed over her newest handmaiden. It was fragrant, the handmaidens would recall, so unlike the harsh smoke of common cigarettes. The way she enjoyed her cigarette, her slow drags and exhales of smoke. It was enviable, almost desirable.
Then once she had finished her first cigarette, Queen Solana would place another in her holder, then offer one to the handmaiden. As the tales say, none of her new handmaidens would refuse this cigarette. Some had thought it would be rude to refuse, while others found themselves longing to enjoy their Queen’s pleasure. None of her handmaidens would end with this one cigarette, even after this initiation. Each would continue, with their fellow handmaidens aiding these new smokers until it became a habit and the new handmaiden was a proud smoker.
Of course, many believed Queen Solana especially desired women who smoked as partners. The same was true of the handmaidens, all of whom viewed smoking as elegant and demure. When they were not asked to join their Queen in smoky bliss, many of the handmaidens shared beds and cigarettes, exchanged pleasure along with smoke-filled kisses.
Then came the day when a new handmaiden came into the Queen’s castle. A woman from a foreign country of naga, snake-people with scaled bodies and the lower half of a serpent. She was said to be a slave from another land, given to the Queen of Solanacea. Upon her first night with Queen Solana, she soon became a favorite of the Queen, called upon many nights after that. This naga woman was a heavy smoker herself, and though she was seen to own an ornate ruby-adorned cigarette holder, she was never seen to use it among the handmaidens, only in private with Queen Solana.
The anniversary of the Queen’s birth arrived shortly afterwards. The Queen invited all of her handmaidens into her bedroom to partake in the celebrations, which of course included many cigarettes. Even the handmaidens who normally smoked only a few a day enjoyed cigarette after cigarette before their Queen.
Queen Solana revealed one of her gifts, a gift for all of her handmaidens — ruby- adorned cigarette holders, one for each of them. At her naga handmaiden’s encouragement, she set aside her regular cigarette holder, placed one of her finest cigarettes within her new holder, and lit her cigarette.
The smoke she drew into her lungs, then exhaled over her gathered handmaidens bore a pinkish tint, a slightly-sweeter scent than her smoke’s typical aroma. Immediately, an amorous fire welled in the Queen’s eyes, and so too did the other handmaidens feel their desire kindle. Upon lighting their own cigarettes in their new holders, each of the handmaidens soon found themselves overwhelmed with desire. Their fellow handmaidens, sharing in their demure habit, proved the perfect partners.
Each puff sent the human women into deeper lust, even as they pleasured each other and themselves. They cherished each exhale that washed over them, with some even drawing smoke from partners’ mouths after their drags. Bodies embraced each other, touched each other, kissed each other…wrapped around each other.
The orgy of lust and fetish soon calmed, with the Queen and her handmaidens lying together. Even with the many cigarettes they’d smoked during their sex, all of the women lit fresh ones to enjoy in the afterglow. The naga handmaiden coiled her tail around Queen Solana’s, a delighted smirk upon her face. To think that a mere slave had taken this country’s ruler for herself, and not only Queen Solana but the entire harem of handmaidens. Each of them had become a naga, their serpentine bodies embracing, their new monstrous lust and desire to claim others only beginning to take root within each of them…
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Anlynn had heard the rumors of this land, but had dismissed such tall tales as nothing but fantasies of perverted fetishes. She’d set forth from the town, through the woods that were said to be where the great castle of Solanacea once stood. A mighty Queendom, ruled by a beautiful matriarch…
When a curious scent drifted through the woods, Anlynn’s curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but to follow, expecting merely a flower of some exotic nature.
Instead, as she brushed aside foliage, she stumbled upon a serpent-woman reclining upon the ground. Each time she brought her ruby-adorned cigarette holder to her lips was followed by a stream of pinkish smoke rising through the shafts of light in the clearing.
Were…were the tales true?
Anlynn wanted to flee, just in case, yet she found herself enjoying the fragrance. Even knowing it was the smoke of this monster-woman’s cigarette, it was pleasant.
So captivated was she that she only noticed the serpentine tail of a second naga curling around her legs when it was too late to escape.
As the naga before her rose and slithered closer, the one behind her hissed, “My, what do we have here?”
“A lovely traveller, come to join us for a smoke?” asked the first. Anlynn’s eyes fixated on the trail of smoke rising from her cigarette, a silvery-blue unlike her exhales. Did…did she want a cigarette? It smelled so nice, and the naga seemed to be enjoying her smoke so much…
The naga before her slowly drew on her cigarette, then leaned forward to blow the smoke into Anlynn’s face.
Out of instinct, Anlynn breathed in deeply. Her mind relaxed, and so did the tension in her body over her circumstances. A warmth in her body piqued…was she finding this arousing? Watching one naga smoke while another behind her held her tight, with breasts pressing against Anlynn’s back?
The naga before her took another puff, and Anlynn’s anticipation was sated as smoke billowed over her. She couldn’t deny it any longer: this naga was a creature of beauty, and there was something so arousing about watching the smoke leak from the corners of her lips, swirl in her mouth, stream from her nostrils…
Another cloud of smoke washed over Anlynn from behind, and her body couldn’t bear it any longer. She trembled, not from fear, but from need.
“So I suppose she does want to join us?” The naga before Anlynn took a quick puff, drawing in until their lips nearly touched before exhaling. Anlynn breathed in as much as she could, cherishing its soothing feeling. “Let her share yours, dear.”
As more smoke floated over her from behind, that naga’s crimson hand held out her cigarette holder before Anlynn’s lips. Without hesitation, Anlynn took it in her lips and drew.
Her first puff led to her coughing as she inhaled the smoke deeper. Still, it only piqued the wonderful feelings the smoke gave her even higher — especially her desire.
A hand started to delve into her pants, between her legs. Whose, she was soon unable to ponder. In-between the naga behind her letting Anlynn take puffs from her holder, the naga before Anlynn would take deep drags, hold in her smoke as she leaned in, then pressed her lips lightly to Anlynn’s and breathed the smoke into her lungs. Though her own drags were more satisfying, these smoke-filled kisses were all the more arousing.
And it wasn’t long until gasps and moans grew into hisses, with Anlynn’s climax coming just as she took her deepest drag yet. Smoke rushed from her throat as she cried out in passion, her forked tongue twitching in her afterglow.
The naga before her didn’t give her long before another smoke-filled kiss rekindled Anlynn’s lust, and the two serpents continued to enjoy the woman between them — stripping away her garments to see the scales overtaking her flesh, stroking the legs that were merging into a serpentine tail, crying out in pleasure themselves as Anlynn worked her new lower body’s end into their pussies…