Since her encounter with Shere Khan, Mowgli had been quite on edge for the duration of the day.

When she had regained the strength and the courage to stand back up, she had hobbled back into the depths of the jungle in the opposite direction the tiger had gone. She did not know what heading she was traveling, only that she needed to get far, far away from wherever she had been. The sun shone mysteriously through the branches above her, its position shrouded by the dense canopy. Slanted sunbeams scythed their way towards the dark ground, hissing steam whirls mingling among the dew-soaked leaves that Mowgli brushed against, smearing water upon her body.

She walked for what felt like hours, jumping at every crack of a branch or creak of a tree. The girl felt so small down here on the jungle floor. Small and vulnerable. She was just too weak to stand up to the animals and creatures here. They were all treating her like a plaything.

Mowgli was exhausted. She felt like collapsing in a heap and sobbing. Already tears were brimming hot at her eyes.

But with the tears came her anger. With the back of her hand, she wiped them away. Kaa and Shere Khan may have gotten the drop on her, but they each had made the same mistake: they had left her alive. She would be back here when she was all grown-up, she promised herself. When she became a woman. Then, she would return and teach them all a lesson they would never forget.

She halted in the middle of a sunbeam, where a small circle of grass and flowers grew in the middle of the mud-strewn ground. Dew dripped from the trees above and splashed upon her body—the light from the sun made her naked skin glow, as if she were an ethereal being. Mowgli knew that she needed to get to high ground to ascertain her bearings as she turned this way and that, but it was nothing but hills carpeted by trees in every direction. Visibility was a dozen meters, at best. So, not only was she completely lost, she had no visual aid to help guide her. She could try climbing one of the trees, but they were too big around for her to grasp and she had no claws to lift herself up the towering trunks.

The girl let out a low cry of frustration to herself. She never should have left Bagheera and her wolf family! Did she even have a family to go back to? Could she even find them again?

Eventually, out of the fact that she had little choice, Mowgli picked a random direction and headed off back into the shadowed jungle. She picked berries as she passed by some bushes and drank water that had pooled in cupped leaves from massive plants. The sky above was getting a shade darker, but that was probably due to the wisping clouds that were starting to graze just above the treetops, the branches razing the bottom of the gaseous ceiling.

Very soon, Mowgli's course became completely choked with the same mist that had now descended to her level. The landscape of the jungle had changed too—she was now wandering about a labyrinth of moss-covered boulders where ancient and knotted trees spiraled branches in all directions. The naked girl shivered and rubbed at her body, which had been covered in gooseflesh from the sudden chill. The temperature had dropped precipitously in such a short amount of time. Mowgli then maneuvered into a thin canyon between two massive boulders, barely large enough to accommodate her, that dipped a bit just a few feet in front of her. She bit her lip in concentration as she placed her bare feet deliberately over the gnarled roots, her little toes digging into the soft earth as she descended. The next section was a bit steep, so she slid on her butt down the smooth slope until she reached the bottom of the incline.

Down here, the moss had grown untamed. It spilled from lips in the gulley almost like suspended waterfalls. Dead leaves piled around Mowgli's feet and the wind whistled above, a low sound that brought a chill to her core. She felt very alone on this shrouded day. Almost insignificant.

Now that she was down in this little canyon, Mowgli saw that she was next to the opening of a small cave that was only waist-height. A tunnel, more like, for she could see through to the other side. For some reason, she had the inkling to enter. Like something had whispered in her ear, directing her there.

Getting down on her knees, the girl-cub crawled into the tunnel. Moss and spiderwebs brushed at her body. She heard something slither and click within the walls of the passageway and the girl frantically sped up her crawling, whimpering, until she reached the end and stood back up.

The area here was still choked with mist. She was in a courtyard, completely surrounded on all sides by unclimbable rock. A multitude of vines from an overarching tree hung like streamers—Mowgli could just reach out and grab one of her choice. But out in front of her, was a small pond with a little island. The island had a singular tree that rooted just underneath the larger one that shielded it from the sun. Mowgli was feeling very tired indeed and this place promised some sanctuary. She waded into the pond, which was only thigh-height, and walked over to the tree. She snuggled against it, stretched her arms, yawned, and tried to get some sleep, her legs spread slightly apart.

Then she heard the sound of scales rubbing against wood.

Heart in her throat, Mowgli leapt to her feet and gazed at what was in the branches just over her head.

The being in the tree above Mowgli was unlike any kind of creature she had seen before. She first noticed the long and colorful tail that nearly sent her into a catatonic state of fear, but was able to regain control of herself when she saw that the other end was not at all like Kaa. The upper half of the creature was a woman, very human-like, with golden hair and pert breasts. Her skin was even paler than Mowgli's and she had acid-green eyes.

The lamia slithered down the tree trunk, her serpentine form massive, longer than the biggest fish that patrolled the rivers of the jungle. "Oh, such a small thing you are!" the lamia whispered, her voice silken and husky. "So far away from your own kind. Are you lost?"

Every one of Mowgli's instincts told her to run, but for some reason, she stood her ground and slowly shook her head. "Nuh-uh!" she muttered defiantly, even though it was a lie. "I'm not lost!"

"Not many people come to this part of the jungle on purpose," the lamia pointed out as she positioned herself upright over her conical coils once she reached the ground, towering over Mowgli. "You must be in danger, you poor thing. Maybe I can help?"

The very question caused Mowgli to back up a step, planting one foot into the shallow pond out of instinct.

The lamia noticed the reaction and gave an anguished look. "Oh. You're frightened of me."

Hesitantly, Mowgli nodded.

"It's my… form you're afraid of? Ah, you must have run into that foul python, haven't you?"

The child recalled the smacking sounds of Kaa feasting between her legs, strands of her ecstasy connecting her body to the serpent's mouth. Her face turned blank from the recollection.

A warm smile came to the lamia's face. "Well, I might be able to help with that."

Before Mowgli's eyes, the lamia was suddenly bathed in a bright, golden light. The light spread to the lamia's entire form and glimmered so intensely that Mowgli had to hold up her hands and look away. She could feel the heat on her bare skin. A few seconds later, the light dimmed and Mowgli slowly opened her eyes again.

Where the lamia had been sitting upon her pile of coils, a nude human-like woman now stood. She was naked, just like Mowgli, with flawless skin, a round butt, and a lick of dark pubic hair between her legs.

Mowgli gaped at the lamia-woman. "You… are you…?"

"Of man?" the lamia smiled then politely shook her head. "No. But I can walk among them. If I please."

"Oh," Mowgli said, her fear evaporating. "Wow."

"Tell me your name, girl-cub."

"Mowgli," she immediately answered. "What's yours?"

The lamia shrugged. "No one gave one to me. I've been alone in this jungle for as long as I can remember."

"I'm sorry," Mowgli empathized, knowing what it was like to be all on one's lonesome. "I'm… I'm like you, in a way."

The lamia ran her hands down the side of her body, as if she were getting used to her new skin. Mowgli could barely take her eyes off the gorgeous creature, especially the supple curves of her breasts and the sumptuous junction between her legs. She seemed so confident in her nakedness that Mowgli felt that little ember of her own shame burn out in an instant.

Walking over to the tree on long and muscular legs, the lamia sat down against it, letting out a sigh as she did so. She beckoned to Mowgli. "Come here, girl-cub. We should sit and talk. As friends."

Friends. Mowgli liked the sound of that. She stepped out of the pond, her toes pruny from having been submerged for a bit in the water. The lamia reached out as Mowgli approached and took the child's hands in hers. The girl made to sit down but the lamia shook her head and gently pulled Mowgli and lowered her down so that she was sitting atop the lamia's bent legs, face-to-face.

Mowgli had not been expecting this. Her face was so close to the lamia's that their noses were almost touching. She could feel the lamia's gentle breath waft from her mouth. Her little butt was perched upon the nude lamia's legs, which felt warm against her skin. The naked woman's hands gripped the naked child's hips, holding her in place, the two linked together. Mist swirled about them, whirling and cold. Mowgli gave a shiver and noticed that the lamia's nipples were becoming erect right near Mowgli's belly.

The lamia noticed that Mowgli was rigid a bit in nervousness. She raised a hand and petted the girl's hair. "Are you afraid, girl-cub?" she whispered.

Mowgli raised her hands close to her chest. "A… a bit," she admitted.

"Why? Is it because we're so close? Our flesh nearly intertwined?"

"I guess…"

A noise of intrigue came from the lamia and she ran her hands down Mowgli's back until she was cupping the girl's bottom. She squeezed, a buttock in each hand, and Mowgli gave a timid squeak, her cheeks flushing red.

"Oh, girl-cub…" the lamia tutted, one of her hands now moving around and stroking the child's fluttering belly. "You've never been with your own kind before. How could you know the true pleasures of the flesh?" She clasped a hand to the smooth abdomen and slowly, agonizingly, drew her hand upwards until she was at Mowgli's flat breasts. Her fingers teased the girl's nipples and Mowgli gave a soft cry, sucking her bottom lip against her teeth, too stunned to try and rip her way out of the lamia's grip.

The touches the lamia were giving Mowgli were nothing like what either Kaa or Shere Khan had done. There was a gentleness in the act, almost soothing. Mowgli almost didn't notice that the lamia was pulling her closer and closer until the woman's breasts were starting to press up against the child's belly. Mowgli glanced down, seeing the little dark hollow of her belly button flanked by those soft breasts. The touch was fire and the skin-on-skin contact made her young mind hazy with confusion. She had been down this road before, but she could not find the strength to pull away for different reasons this time.

"Do you like this, girl-cub?" the lamia raised an eyebrow, studying Mowgli's expressions.

"I… I don't know…" the child said honestly in between deep breaths, as if she were trying to keep hold of her wits.

A predatory look came across the lamia's face. With one hand still on Mowgli's hip, her other came the girl's nipple and softly teased it. Mowgli's lips parted with a gasp.

"I think you'll like this," the lamia purred as she moved her head forward and met her lips with Mowgli's mouth.

The girl made a noise of surprise, muffled against the lamia's mouth. Her hands came to the lamia's chest, just above her breasts, as if to push her away, but her efforts were feeble as the two continued to kiss.

Mowgli felt something wet intrude past her lips. It was the lamia's tongue and it was slithering across Mowgli's in a passionate twirl. The girl moaned and unconsciously responded, trying to match the creature's fervor as the two of them sat on that small island, surrounded by the misty waters. Kissing was new for Mowgli, but she followed the rhythm and movements of the lamia, finding it to be a type of dance. The lamia felt the child responding and she gave a grunt of ecstasy and redoubled her efforts, their tongues dueling for a moment before Mowgli's was being overpowered by the lamia as she kissed deep into the child's mouth.

Choked thoughts rushed through Mowgli's head as they continued to kiss, with the lamia running her hands over Mowgli's breasts, flicking her nipples, caressing her stomach, and raking her nails across her back, playing the girl like a musical instrument with every gasp, moan, and cry she made. She was not kissing someone that was human, she realized. It was wrong to be like this. To be intimate with another creature. But she could not stop. Her body would not let her, nor would the lamia. There was this secret heat that was set aflame between the two of them, a throb that ached between Mowgli's legs, a need that had to be filled.

It was just beyond belief. Mowgli could not understand it. Why am I… enjoying this? Is this… love? Do I love this creature?

But soon the lamia's own noises grew desperate and more animal-like, snapping Mowgli from her own silly thoughts. No, this wasn't love. They were two different species, with different wants and needs.

And the lamia's wants were towards carnal pleasure. One that she could share with the human girl trapped in her lap.

As if she were unable to help herself, the lamia stopped kissing Mowgli's lips and began kissing her face. Her lips moved in quickly, hungry pecks that met against warm skin. The lamia kissed the child's face, and jaw, and moved toward her neck. She began licking Mowgli's throat and the girl made a quivering cry of shock and pleasure.

At the same time, the lamia had moved her hand so that it was now between Mowgli's legs. Her fingers were light and darting, gently teasing the girl's wet folds. Mowgli felt the lamia touching her there and tried to bring her legs together, but the creature was too strong and held her legs apart while she touched her down there. "Don't—" Mowgli tried to say, but the lamia shushed her.

"Don't… what? My dear child, you don't even know what you want. What you will want. I will show you what you will be made to do, but first, you need to learn to enjoy yourself. Just… follow my lead."

And so Mowgli could only stare in horror as the lamia's fingers rubbed her down there, on her cunt. The lamia's fingers were already glistening and Mowgli realized that the wetness had come from herself. But where the lamia touched her, that ache only grew fiercer. The lamia's other hand continued to pinch and tease Mowgli's nipples and the confused child could only gasp and moan as the pleasurable sensations fought to override her fear, her tongue darting out unconsciously as if seeking another kiss.

The lamia then brought her hand up, two fingers shining with slickness. Smiling coyly, she sucked her fingers clean, enjoying how Mowgli's eyes widened to the size of saucers from such a wicked and vile act.

"Now, you'll like this, girl-cub," the lamia whispered.

Before Mowgli could say anything, the lamia suddenly lay on her back and moved her legs so that Mowgli was now atop her, their slits just centimeters apart. The creature gave a feral grin, placed her hands upon Mowgli's hips and said, "Remember, child. Enjoy it."

Then, the lamia gripped Mowgli's hips tighter and pulled her forward. With another gasp from the child, their cunts were now touching.

The lamia laughed and shifted her own hips, grinding against Mowgli's, back and forth. Back and forth. The girl looked down and saw that her own body was responding, her pelvis lewdly rolling in time to the lamia's thrusts. Pleasure radiated from between her legs, turning her extremities numb. The muscles of their bellies were writhing as they ground against the other. The lamia's breasts jiggled from the act as she now moved her hands to Mowgli's butt, forcing the child to move faster and faster. The girl-cub's cries grew higher and higher, her back arched, drool spilling from her mouth, sweat starting to stream down her chest as something within her was starting to strain. She could feel it growing, like something in her was alive.

The lamia's fingers were now in the cleft of Mowgli's butt as she held a buttock in each hand. The creature's tempo was fast and violent and the two were moving like they were possessed. The lamia licked her lips, also gasping, and she laid a hand down the child's front, fingers tickling at her belly button as the two bucked and fucked. Wet sounds came from between their connected hips—they separated briefly, showing that strands of clear fluid continued to connect their bodies.

"You see… how fun… this can be… girl-cub?" the lamia grunted in between thrusts.

Mowgli was being jerked back and forth, her eyes losing focus. "Uh… uh-huh…"

"Just… wait. It gets… even better."

To demonstrate just that, the lamia twisted and soon Mowgli found herself on her back this time, with the lamia riding atop her. The cold jungle air caressed them, along with the hooting of a nearby owl. Now that she could set the pace better, the creature began to increase the intensity of her thrusting, moving her hips upon the child's in a savage tempo. The lamia dominated Mowgli and she leaned over, arching her back so that she was nearly face to face with the girl. Their slits continued to grind and smear against the other, and the two breathed in time as they grew closer to their orgasms.

The hair from the lamia was falling into Mowgli's eyes. The woman was also pinning her wrists down while she bucked and rode the terrified child. Her breasts were in Mowgli's face, the soft flesh mashing against her cheeks. The lamia told Mowgli to open her mouth and she moved her upper half teasingly, causing her nipples to flick across Mowgli's lips. The child stuck out her tongue on instinct, some urge telling her to take those breasts into her mouth. "Go ahead," the lamia gasped, her butt firm and taut. She angled one of her breasts so that the nipple was between Mowgli's lips. "Like you're my daughter. And I will do anything… to protect… my daughter."

As the two slipped against each other, the lamia rode the shaking girl underneath her, who was already just starting to come undone. In her lust-fueled haze, Mowgli opened her mouth and began to suck the lamia's nipple. Her tongue squirmed against the hardened bud and the lamia made cooing noises as she nursed Mowgli. The child made a noise of surprise as she soon felt warm liquid in her throat as she sucked the nipple some more. It was… milk! She remembered how, when she was very young, she would nurse from her wolf mother to receive her milk. Now the lamia was doing the same thing to her. It tasted the same as well and Mowgli found that she could not stop sucking, not stop drinking, her lips attached to the creature's breast.

The lamia's other breast, unattended, began to leak from the attention that Mowgli was applying. Drops of white liquid oozed from her nipple and splattered onto the child's chest, dribbling down her pale skin and turning it an even paler shade.

Now, the lamia's thrusts began to increase even more in tempo. She was moving up and down, up and down, her groans getting louder as she ground her hips against Mowgli's. The girl had to hold onto the lamia's own hips for dear life, responding with cries of her own, detaching her lips from the lamia's nipple. Milk from the half-snake woman's breasts was now flowing down her breasts and stomach, being flung in all directions, most of it landing on Mowgli's stomach and face. The child was soon drizzled with milk, her mouth already open to receive some of the drops. They continued to bump and grind noisily, slipping against each other time and again. Mowgli felt that same sensation begin to build in her groin, a clawing motion of heat. Her cries grew so high her breath ran out and her back tried to arch, but the lamia was pinning her down.

Mowgli felt the sensation reach her chest. She shut her eyes and clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth so hard that her face contorted into a mask that appeared of pain. She tried to fight it, tried so, so hard…

Then, finally, it happened upon her.

The child howled as she came, her slit mashed against the lamia's in their brutal dance together.

Looking down upon the orgasming girl, the gasping lamia threw her head back in a laugh, and thrusting her body wildly, kept going until she too came with a wail.

Soon, the misty jungle was filled with the sound of panting, the screams having vanished far into the treetops.

With a groan, the lamia moved off of Mowgli, strands of fluid momentarily attached to their cunts before they were stretched too tight and broke away. The naked child, covered in milk, lay upon the mossy ground, spread-eagled, her stomach quickly rising up and down with her breathing.

Then a shadow fell across Mowgli. The lamia had crawled up to her head, her knees on either side of the girl's face. Looking straight up, Mowgli gave a gulp as she realized she was looking at the lamia's dripping cunt. A single dangling strand from the creature's folds dripped onto Mowgli's cheek. She was so startled that she didn't notice.

"Uh…" Mowgli squeaked out, now noticing that the lamia was lowering her hips down onto Mowgli's face.

"Relax, child," the lamia hissed. "The jungle is a dangerous place to be. I'll keep you safe, close, and warm. And you'll keep me happy, like a good daughter. Now… be a good daughter."

All this time Mowgli had been blind to the lamia's intentions until now. She was trying to supplant herself as Mowgli's mother! She tried to squirm away, but the lamia's thighs clamped down upon Mowgli's head, holding her in place. She opened her mouth to scream, but there was only enough time for her to draw breath before the lamia lowered herself onto Mowgli's mouth, muffling her cry.

For the next several minutes, what could only be discerned on that small island was the slender form of the lamia grinding her hips upon Mowgli's face. The child's nose was being rubbed against the folds between the half-snake woman's legs and her chin was covered in fluid as the lamia mercilessly thrusted back and forth. Back and forth. Her shapely butt scraped against the girl's chest as she fucked Mowgli's face. Mowgli's feet were feebly kicking out into the moss and dirt, struggling to get free, but it was all hopeless. The child could only stare upward, past the sweat-shimmered belly, past the oozing breasts, up towards the grinning face of the lamia, her eyes rimmed with a nameless terror.

Eventually, it came to the girl that the only way out was to follow through with the lamia's desires. Mowgli wrapped her hands around the lamia's legs, stuck her tongue out, tasting the lamia even more, closed her eyes, and mustered an awkward rhythm. Her lips and tongue were aching in no time, and the taste that she was swallowing was unlike anything she had ever had before. The lamia was arching her back, her breasts high.

The strong thighs around Mowgli's head clamped down even harder. The child's face burrowed between the lamia's legs as she started making choking noises. The lamia above suddenly clutched her breasts, gave a gasp as if she had been stabbed, and hunched forward until she was on all fours, her pelvis quivering as she orgasmed into the girl's mouth. When she moved her hips away, Mowgli was gasping for breath, her mouth completely soaked, and she was shaking uncontrollably.

Quickly, the lamia nestled herself against the tree, took the girl-cub into her arms so that her back was against her breasts, and the two lay down together. Mowgli could not move for the lamia had wrapped her arms so tightly around her, and her heavy leg was also trapping her. She whimpered, wanting to get free, but the lamia gave a groan and sighed before heading off to sleep.

"You'll be safe here… girl-cub. You're mine now… all mine…"

Night was falling and soon the soft breathing of the lamia hissed upon Mowgli's neck. The girl-cub, wide awake, kept ever still, for she knew that, no matter what, she could not stay here. The jungle was still dangerous and this lamia could not be the home she needed.

She would find a better home, she promised herself. She would find one and come back later to hurt the lamia, too.

But first, she needed to escape.