4 comments/ 88510 views/ 36 favorites The Serpent's Embrace By: twilights_kith I'd walked a long way from my village, climbing the mountain trail into the next valley looking for the herbs and roots I needed for my spells and cures. When I saw the narrow waterfall spilling down the cliff into the sun-warmed pool below I couldn't resist; I was hot and dirty from the climb, and the water was too enticing to pass by. I stopped and listened, but heard nothing but the reassuring sound of the falling water and the far-away calls of the forest animals; I was alone. Stripping off my clothing I left it piled at the pool's edge along with my knife and gathering bag, walking slowing into the clear blue water. It was deliciously warm against my skin, refreshing and clean. I spent more time that I'd intended swimming, washing, and just floating on my back with the sun shining down on my face. Finally I pulled myself out of the water onto a warm, moss-covered rock that slanted up out of the water at the deeper end of the pool, the muted roar of the waterfall raining down lulling me to sleep as I lay back, the air and sun drying my skin. Something roused me sometime later; an odd gurgle in the water, the silence of the many sweetly calling birds that had accompanied my frolics in the pool with their songs. As I struggled up from sleep I felt it; the cool wet sliding of scales against my leg. My eyes flew open, wide and horrified as I saw the largest snake I'd ever see slithering out of the water onto the mossy rock where I'd been sleeping. Its head was easily the size of a large man's, teeth like daggers and flat black eyes that -- did I only imagine it? -- seemed to be filled with a terrible knowledge and cruel delight. Quicker than a thought it struck as I screamed - unable to help myself so overcome with terror I was -- its teeth biting into my shoulder as it flexed its muscular body and began winding me in its thick coils. The snake was both long and heavy, the coils tightening around me until I could barely breath, pinning my arms to my sides as it wrapped around my torso. I kicked and screamed until my lungs burned and my limbs grew weak, but the snakes smooth cool scales continued to slide over my skin, enmeshing me further in their embrace. Finally the serpent seemed satisfied that I was helpless, retracting its teeth from my aching shoulder as its head reared back, black tongue flickering over my face as I cried out again and turned my head away. Another powerful contraction of the snakes body rippled around me as it shifted, wrapping my torso from just below my breasts to my hips. I was on my back, completely ensnared, looking up at the snake's flat black eyes -- just waiting for it to start to devour me. But, it seemed, the strangely intelligent seeming creature had other plans for me. The serpent's mouth gapped open as it hissed threateningly, then dipping its head and letting its forked black tongue trace over my heaving breasts. I shuddered, revolted, but it seemed to excite the snake as its tongue flickered over my nipple, wrapping around the fear-hardened bud. I gasped at the shock of sensation, then screamed -- and screamed again as I felt the coils shift around me, the lower half of the snake's long body sliding between my thighs, against the secret folds of my sex. I shuddered in horror as its tail slowly wrapped around my thigh, the ripples of muscular contractions sliding the cool, slick, slightly rough scales of the snake's underside over and over the folds of my cunt while its tongue continued to flick and tug on my hardened nipples. To my horror and shame I could feel myself becoming aroused from the stimulation, the smell of my juices scenting the air. The snake shuddered as its tongue tasted the smell of me, my arousal, those cruel black eyes reflecting impossible knowledge as it reared back and hissed down at me. As I shuddered in fear I could feel something else rubbing against my nether lips, something rougher -- almost as though covered in soft spines -- that grew firmer and larger moment to moment. Hissing at me again the snake's coils loosened -- though not enough for me to be able to wriggle loose from its embrace -- pulling away from my sex, its tail wrapped only loosely, as though an anchor, around my leg. I couldn't help but look down my body to see what was happening, why it had stopped squeezing and sliding against me. I dearly wished that I had not, in that moment, as I saw the thick protrusions that jutted from a slit in its -- no HIS -- scales. Though not overly long, the dual hemipenes were frighteningly broad, with the red, swollen heads covered with what seemed to be soft spines or hooks. Even as I looked down at them in wide-eyed disbelief they twitched and flexed as the snake rotated the loop of his lower body to -- as I then realized with dawning fear and revulsion -- line up with the moist warm slit of my pussy. I drew a breath and screamed, arching my back and throwing my body from side to side in the snake's coils; desperately trying to kick and press my thighs together to protect myself from the serpent's intended violation of my tender sex. The great snake hissed explosively in my face, warning me, his coils tightening again until it became difficult for me to breathe. As my struggles grew weaker he shifted his body against me again, sliding the slightly rough belly scales over my tender nether lips until I can again feel the swollen heads of his dual cocks pressing against my opening. I whimpered, but with no further warning the serpent's thick body convulsed around me as one of the thick, spiny cocks sank into my pussy. I cried out as bulbous head scraped the inside of my sex, forcing it open, splitting me around it. With another rolling twitch of his body the serpent plunged his cock into me again, and again. As if this horrifying violation were not enough, with each twitch and thrust of the snake's long body I could feel the second engorged head sliding along the slick track between my plundered cunt and my ass, nudging at the untried opening between my firm rounded cheeks. My breath caught each time I felt it press against the tightly clenched bud of my ass, my fear spiraling higher and higher as the undulating convulsions of the snake's body became stronger and more vicious. Finally he pulled his swollen cock almost all of the way out of my abused pussy, and for a moment I thought it might be over. But the thought had barely had the time to flicker through my brain before I felt his thick, scaled body shift between my legs again, the engorged spiny head of his second cock pressing firmly against the tight bud of my ass. For the first time I spoke coherently, a single sobbing denial forced from my lips as the serpent thrust his body against me, between my legs, impaling me with both of his thick, bulbous cocks, "NO!" The snake's head whipped around to look into my face as I screamed the denial, his mouth opening wide to expose the dagger-like fangs as he hissed explosively and reared back. The cruel black eyes looked down at me as the shudders of his undulations rippled down his body, pulling and plunging his cocks in and out of my cunt and ass, stretching them to accommodate his girth as they swelled even more. The soft-seeming spines scraped the tender walls of both my orifices as he thrust and plunged into me, the slightly rough scales of his belly sliding back and forth over the bud of my clitoris, over and over again, enflaming it unbearably until I shuddered in the tight embrace of his coils as each undulation filled me. Suddenly the serpent shuddered again, the powerful undulation tightening his body around my torso as it plunged his cocks deep and hard into my openings. Rearing back, fangs bared, he struck; sinking his teeth deep into my exposed breast so that it seemed the entire soft, fleshy mound was pulled inside his mouth. I screamed again in pain and crippling fear as his teeth pierced me, feeling the twitching and shuddering of his cocks as he spurted his seed into me, the panicked twitching of my body milking his thick lengths. I don't know for how long we remained locked together after he filled me with his cum; the shock and pain and terror finally overwhelmed my senses and I lost consciousness. I awoke in a dry cool cave, the light filtered through a fall of thick green vines and sweetly scented flowers. The punctures in my shoulder and breast were raw and sore, but seemed to have been cleaned and tended. A whimper escaped from my lips as I moved my legs, the tenderness and pain between my thighs and inside my body more than enough evidence that I had, indeed, been used thoroughly. From behind me I head a rustling, like scales slithering over dry sand -- the creature alerted by my pained sound that I was awake. I turned my head fearfully, a shudder running over my body as I anticipated seeing yet again the cruel serpent which had violated me. And indeed, those same flat black eyes met mine as I gazed up, still filled with cruelty and impossible knowledge, but now also alight with sadistic pleasure and amusement as I gazed upon him. Upon something I could never have dreamed of, even in my darkest nightmares. Something impossible.... The Serpent's Embrace Ch. 02 "You are awake." The voice rumbled through the cave as he emerged from the shadows, a cruel smile curling his lips as he saw the shock and fear on my face. "This is good. I tired of carrying you." I pushed myself to my feet backing away one shaky step at a time as the ... creature ... advanced. The flat black eyes were the same I remembered, but what came towards me now almost looked like a man. He was bald, his ears slightly pointed, his eyes inhumanly cold, but his body was as bronzed and broad-shouldered as any man from my village. His upper body at any rate; near his waist the comforting illusion ended and the scales began. Instead of legs he possessed the powerful lower body of a snake, muscles rippling along his sides as he glided forward. "You should not try to run. I will only catch you, and then I shall be displeased." He extended a hand to me, beckoning me to come towards him. "You do not wish for me to be displeased with you, little one." There was a note of grim warning in his rumbling voice, one that made fear flutter in my stomach and my legs feel even weaker than they already did. "What are you?" I was shocked by the trembling whisper, even more so when I realized that it was mine. "Who are you?" My voice strengthened, but I couldn't seem to mask the fear reflected in it. "Do your people no longer know me, little one?" The snake-man's voice was low and dangerous, almost angry. "There was once a time when no human would date step into this valley. It belonged to my people; to me." "I ... no ... the temple ..." Slowly, my wide-eyed gaze not leaving his form, I at first shook my head in denial before the memories fluttered through my shocked mind. The great temple -- overgrown and neglected now, harboring nothing more than shadows and cobwebs -- had carvings of beings such as the one confronting me; terrifying yet fanciful carvings, nearly worn away by time and the elements and forgotten by my people. "No one believes the old tales anymore. No one worships at the temple, the old gods are dead." A fierce scowl etched the snake-man's brow as my words trailed off, a low hiss spilling from his lips. "Not dead little one, only ... sleeping. But now I am woken from my long slumber. Soon my people shall also wake and you will all bow down to us again. Now come!" The command was sharp and imperious as he once more held out his hand to me. I shook my head again; my heart feeling as though it would burst through my chest so great was my fear. The deep ache of my body reminded me with each step back of the brutal way the not-man had taken me at the pool. I didn't want him to touch me again. I didn't want to feel those slick scales against my skin. Somehow his half-human half-snake form made him seem even more bestial and cruel to my eyes. With a gasp I spun on my heel and started to run towards the cave's mouth, the pale evening light still visible through the overhanging vines and obscuring brush. There was only the rustle of scales sliding swiftly over the sand and rocks, the sharp angry snarl behind me as warning before the creature's thick tail knocked my feet from beneath me and laid me out on the ground again. The air rushed from my lungs, the world fading from before my eyes for a moment as my chin struck the cool stone floor. I was too stunned to struggle as the snake-man reached down and grasped my arm in his hand and pulled me to my feet again, shaking me until I cried out in pain. "I warned you, little one, that it would displease me if you tried to run." He jerked my arm, pulling me off balance and against his broad muscular chest. "I am displeased. Do not now make me angry." Giving me a shove forceful enough to send me sprawling on the ground again he, for the third time, extended a hand to me. "Come. Now." His deep voice was menacing, the hard flat gaze of his black eyes watching me for the slightest hint of continued disobedience. With a small sob catching in the back of my throat I reached up and laid my hand in his, letting him pull me to my feet and then guide me further back into the deep black darkness of the cavern. Away from my life that was, and towards I knew not what. We traveled for what seemed hours, but I know could not have been all that long. The darkness was impenetrable; my only guide the touch of the man-snake's hand against my back and my fingers trailing over the rocky wall. Occasionally I heard the rush of water as it passed through the cavern's unknown depths. Sometimes the moan of the wind or the rustle of animals somewhere in the lightless deeps we passed through. Finally he indicated that I should stop and as I stood still in the blackness I heard the scrape of his scales, the grinding of rocks, and then a crack of light as the wall before us parted. "Where are we?" My murmur was somewhere between fright and awe as the rock slid back and revealed a trail leading down a small incline towards another, smaller, valley. Stone buildings -- built much like the great temple near my village -- rose through the trees and brush, the colors of the flowers and leaves seeming incredibly vibrant after the long walk through the darkness of the cavern. "What is this place?" "This is my home little one, one of the hidden places known only to my people and those who serve us." The man-snake slid through the doorway, causing it to grind closed behind us with a touch of his hand to the warm stone. "You are but one of the first of our new servants. You should feel honored to have been so chosen." The arrogance of his statement pricked me, making me straighten my back as a retort came to my lips -- perhaps unwisely considering the circumstances. But before I could utter the biting words my captor's attention was drawn to the rustle of something large moving through the lush foliage overgrowing the narrow trail. A low rumbling hiss erupted from his chest as two more giant serpents emerged from the trees and brush, their tongues flickering and tasting the breeze as their flat black eyes were unerringly drawn to us; to me. The snake-man's tail lashed aggressively as he stared down at the pair, the muscles across his shoulders and back rippling as he spoke sharply in a strange, sibilant language. I caught my breath as one of the enormous snakes replied, its head weaving with unconcealed defiance as the other slunk closer, its gaze upon me unwavering. Somehow I knew that my fate rested on the outcome of this exchange between my captor and the two serpents confronting him and it frightened me. Frightened me even more than the brutal coupling I'd been subjected to by my captor. Finally after what seemed an eternity the pair gave nearly identical hisses of frustration and slithered off into the underbrush, with the hard black gaze of the snake-man following them until even the sway of branches denoting their passage disappeared. "Come now, before any others scent you." He turned his head, the line of his jaw unyielding as he reached out and grasped my arm. "You are mine, and none of the others shall take you from me." Cruelly his fingers tightened on my arm until a gasp was forced from my lips, my eyes wide with pain and fear. "And do not think again of trying to escape. You will not like what will happen to you if the other males catch you, child." The tone of his voice was ominous and not for a moment did I think him lying, not after seeing the mindless cruelty and lust reflected in the snakes glittering gazes. He stared into my eyes a moment longer until I nodded, a small smile curving his sensuous lips at my compliance. "I am not so terrible a Master girl," His eyes racked down my nude form meaningfully, his smile broadening a touch. "so long as my ... appetites are satisfied." With that he pulled me down the path towards the city concealed in the jungle growth below. The Serpent's Embrace Ch. 03 My captor brought me to a building hidden amongst the thick undergrowth; not one of the towering temples I'd glimpsed before, but still impressive enough to one who'd live all her life in a wood and thatch hut. The walls were built of great stone blocks; the construction obviously ancient and worn, sprouting ferns and vines from cracks and crevices. The entry opened onto a small paved area with a large sunken basin in one corner, water flowing down a series of sculpted rocks into the pool. Past this courtyard carved columns marched along an open hallway, where I could see doorways leading into darkened rooms. The snake-man moved across the courtyard and led me through several rooms, for they were interconnected and not all opened onto the small court. Night had fallen as we'd walked, so I could see little of what they contained though I had the impression of furnishings. Finally he stopped and made a gesture; beyond him a clay lamp flared into life, illuminating yet another room. As the light grew steady I could see what it contained in the dim yellow glow -- the low stone table upon which the lamp stood, a small iron-bound chest, several thick furs laid over a mattress of reeds and grasses. "You may rest here little one. I will come for you when the new day dawns." My captor gestured towards the room, his dark eyes watching until I hesitantly stepped inside and moved towards the 'bed'. Suddenly all my fears seemed to weigh upon me, the physical demands of my ordeal and the long dark walk to this place to mantle me with exhaustion, the wounds inflicted by the great snake to throb and burn. I stumbled and fell upon the thick furs with a shuddering sob, the thoughts I'd not dared allow coming now to the surface. What was to become of me in this place? But even as my tears began to slide down my cheeks I heard a single word in my captor's deep, rumbling voice -- "Sleep." And I knew no more. -- -- It was the sounds that woke me; a faint clicking against the stone floor, a soft rustling. I opened my eyes slowly, disoriented at first because I didn't recognize what I saw around me. As the room came into focus I gasped and sat up, my eyes going wide in disbelief. Two creatures were in the room, neither of whom would have stood past the top of my thigh were I on my feet. They resembled large frilled lizards with strange bright eyes, their scaled skins painted with brilliant colors and strings of beads and feathers adorning their necks. They went still as I moved, turning their heads to watch me before suddenly dropping to all four feet and scuttling through the door. It took me a few moments to regain my breath, and a few minutes more before I was brave enough to rise from my bed of reeds and furs to move towards the table. The creatures, it seemed, had brought me food. A clay bowl of water, a flat wooden platter with some sort of roasted meat and raw vegetables -- little different from what I would have eaten at home, in my village. The very familiarity of the meal made me aware of my hunger as I sat on the floor, picking the food from the plate with my fingers. The taste of the cold, clear water washed some of the lingering disorientation from my mind just as the warmth of the food filling my stomach made me feel stronger. Curiosity stirred and I looked around the room I'd been led to the night before with interest. There was not much to see. The walls and floors were made of sturdy blocks of stone, the ceiling slabs of the same laid over thick smoke-stained timbers. The morning light came through triangular openings just beneath the line of the roof, well out of reach of my arms. "I see that food was brought for you. It is good to know that the Sul'en have already accepted your presence here." I turned, startled, as I heard the low rumble of my captor's voice behind me. He was no less powerful or disturbing in form, but there was a kind of terrible beauty to him as I looked at him for the first time in the full light. The sun glinted off his lower body, bringing glimmers of rainbow colors to edge the ebony and deep green scales. I saw that he, too, had vibrant colors painted on him just as the smaller lizard-creatures had. Zigzags of red and yellow curved around his biceps, strange symbols in black and bright blue adorning his broad chest. "The Sul'en?" I looked up at him, catching the first thing to come to my mind in my distraction. Slowly I came to my feet, suddenly painfully aware of my nudity as his black-eyed gaze became more intense. "The lizard-folk who tend my home, brought you this food." He gestured towards the table and the remains of my meal. "The Sul'en. The lizard-folk have always dwelt with my people. They serve us, and we protect them. While we slept they waited, and now that we awaken they return to their ancient duties." "Oh." I could think of little else to say, though now I was even more curious about this place that I had been brought. "What sort of duties? And what are 'your people'?" Greatly emboldened by his seeming willingness to talk I took a breath and asked, "Who are you?" "Come little one, and we will talk," A slow enigmatic smile curved his lips as he gestured, sliding back to give me space to pass the doorway. "While you bathe. I find that I liked watching you bathe very much." There was a hungry note in his voice that made me tense as I slid past him and walked through the rooms towards the brighter light of the courtyard. His low, mocking chuckle followed me. I blinked in the light as I came out of the building and into the courtyard, my eyes widening in surprise as I noticed two lizard-folk apparently pruning back vegetation overgrowing part of the sunken basin. I didn't know if they were the same two I'd seen before, but their low chittering voices and quick movements were wondrous to me. A hand at the small of my back pushed me forward as the snake-man emerged from the doorway, guiding me towards the water. He uttered a few words in that strange, hissing language and the Sul'en darted off. "Wash now, I will answer your questions." As the snake-man gestured toward one side of the basin I saw that a bowl of herbal soap sat on the raised lip of the pool, as well as a length of some sort of fiber cloth. Carefully I stepped over the lip and found that there was a slope to the bottom of the pool, so that one end was deeper than the other. Immersing myself I began to wash. "The Sul'en keep the household; they clean and prepare food, keep the pools clean and the water running clear. They farm and harvest the fields." My captor settled near the edge of the pool, his flat black eyes watching my every movement as he spoke. The bulk of his thick snake-like body looped beneath him as he rested against the wall, his hands absently smoothing over the shining scales. "My people are the hunters, the warriors. We protect, and we serve the Temple. The Jh'tariss and the Sul'en serve Lassossa, the Great Winged Serpent, Mother of All. Once, the humans begged for the honor of serving us. They called us gods and offered us sacrifices, worshipped us." His strong voice trailed off, a note of disgruntlement apparent as he dwelled upon the past of his people, so recent to his mind, so very ancient to mine. While he spoke I finished washing myself, keeping as much of my body beneath the water as I could, not lingering on the task. When he trailed off I hesitated and then asked, "And you? Do you have a name?" Faint amusement replaced the disgruntlement in the snake-man's voice as he considered my question. "I could make you call me Master, little one, but there is no doubt between us which is Lord and which servant, is there?" He waited, his coils moving restlessly beneath him as he straightened and glided to the edge of the water. "No, none ... my Lord." I rose from the water and backed up hastily as he approached, shivering as the air touched my skin. His eyes glittered as he watched me, that hard black gaze lingering on the water running down my body, on the way my nipples tightened as I emerged from the pool. "You may call me Neerral." He rose up further and beckoned to me, the hunger returning to his voice. "Come here little one, and I will begin to teach you your duties." His eyes moved over me with a kind of gloating satisfaction, their knowing gaze bringing the heat of shame to my face. If his voice, his gaze, were not enough to convey his intentions then they were unquestionably revealed as he moved forward again, the jut of his cock beginning to push from the slit in his scales where it lie hidden when not aroused. "Please, no ..." my horrified gaze was riveted to the hardening shaft as it slid from his body, the thick head covered -- as I well remembered -- with soft spines. I backed up another pace, each step taking me a little further towards the shallower end of the basin. I had no time for further protest as Neerral lashed out, his large hand capturing my arm and dragging me out of the pool and to him. His other arm encircled me, pinning me against his chest, the hard scales and hot length of his erection pressing into my stomach. "You will serve me, little one, in whatever way I demand. If I feel kind I will take you like this." His fingers slid down my arm, pulling my hand down to encircle his thick girth. He shuddered under my touch, reluctant though it was. Lowering his head he touched his lips to my cheek, his mouth sliding down to the curve of my jaw and the pulse beating so wildly there. "If I feel cruel I will take you as I did before, as the serpent. Perhaps you will even learn to enjoy that, little one, when I have two cocks to fill your body with instead of one." I whimpered as his low words reminded me of that brutal coupling, as he'd shoved both thick members into my abused holes. His hand left mine, the slight swaying of his body sliding his member back and forth in my grip. His hand moved up my body, caressing my breast, seeming to test its weight and fullness before his fingers pinched and rolled my nipple sending shards of mingled pleasure and pain deep into my body. I whimpered again, but this time it was not wholly a sound of fear. His mouth slid along the line of my throat, his tongue tasting my skin, drinking the lingering drops of water. His teeth nipped and teased, finally dropping to my other breast and pulling the nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking until I jerked and cried out, my hand tightening on the hard length of his cock. With a hiss Neerral pulled away from me, his hands turning me and pushing me down to my knees, my body bent across the raised lip of the basin. His hands found my hips, my thighs, pulling my legs apart so that the wet opening of my pussy was exposed. I felt it then, the thick bulbous head of his cock pressed against my nether lips, the cooler brush of his scaled body pressing between my thighs. I gasped and cried out again as his hands tightened on my hips and his body surged forward, shoving that thick length into me, splitting my sheath around him as he speared me on his cock. I heard him groan as he pressed further into me, the soft spines on the head of his cock scraping the tender walls of my sex as he fit himself fully inside. The groan changed to a hiss of satisfaction as he pulled back, sliding the thick member almost all of the way out of my tight passage and then slamming himself back inside. Again and again he slid out and thrust back savagely into my opening, one hand leaving my hip and slipping up my back, pressing my body down against the rock lip of the pool. My nipples rubbed back and forth over the sand-textured stone with each lunging thrust, my breasts aching as they were pressed into the water-worn stone by Neerral's strength. I could hear his breathing becoming more labored as he continued using me, the pace of his thrusts more urgent as his cock swelled, becoming more and more engorged. Each hard roll of his body made me gasp or cry out, the feeling of having my body filled with his thick girth spilling well over the border of pleasure into pain. At last he gave an explosive hiss -- almost a snarl -- as his body shuddered and he shoved his length into me a final time, blanketing my body with his as his cock surged and twitched inside me, the head nudging my womb and sending little shocks through my body as his seed spurted inside of me. He lay like that for several minutes, his chest rising and falling, his cock locked inside my pussy as he pinned me down. Only once his erection began to subside did he slide his member from my filled opening and allow me to collapse. I'm not sure what I expected him to do after that; leave me to collect myself, or order me to get up and send me away to my quarters perhaps. I certainly did not expect the oddly tender gesture he made, as he picked up the discarded soap bowl and scooped water out of the basin to wash me. I flinched as his hand passed over my tender breasts, but the trickle of cool water soothed their ache. Next he picked up the length of fiber cloth and wrapped it around me, like a dress. "I am pleased with you little one. Perhaps I shall let you have a name." His deep, rumbling voice did sound pleased, and satiated. "I have a name, Neerral." I was confused, both by his manner and his comment. "Oh?" His large bronzed hand reached out and stroked my hair, as his expression became amused. "And what is your name?" "Ammeit." My voice sounded too hesitant, so I lifted my head and said more firmly. "I am Ammeit." "Very well little one," Neerral's muscular tail flexed as he rose up and offered me a hand, "Then Ammeit it shall be."