Feature Writer: GadenKerensky
Feature Title: Tomes and Temptation
Published: 01.05.2021
Story Codes: Supernatural
Synopsis: A serpentine goddess of knowledge seduces a young scholar
Tomes and Temptation
Leoleth groped along the dusty sandstone walls, lit by a torch leaning against a nearby rock. It was not that he could not see, or that he was restricted in space, but rather he was searching for something specific. An inscription in the rock.
That’s what the parchment he had found had detailed. In his search for the knowledge he sought, he had come across the parchment in a library that had been burned to the ground, purged for knowledge a once mighty kingdom, now diminishing, had deemed dangerous. For just cause, perceived heresy or simple oppression, it didn’t matter. The soldiers set to the task those many years ago, however, were lacklustre in their job, and did not completely raze the library, much to his fortune. It seemed, at first, a forlorn hope, but he found the parchment hidden away, and it was the missing piece in the puzzle he so desperately needed.
Now he just needed the next clue…
His fingers brushed against an abnormality. He widened his eyes, and doubled back to grab his torch, bringing it up to the rock face. He scraped away some of the dust and dirt, revealing a small symbol and inscription delicately carved into the rock.
He reached into his satchel, hanging by his hip, and fished out the parchment from the library, and compared the drawing and writings on it to what he saw on the wall; a serpent’s fang with the words, ‘Knowledge and Poison achieve the same ends’, written in a language few could translate. He was not one of those until he began this search.
The carving in the rock was the same.
He felt his heart beat faster. This was it, this was indeed the place he’d been searching for months since he found the library.
It was the last clue he needed, but his goal was still beyond his reach. It was a marker, pointing the way… but through where?
He searched around for an opening, coughing as his excited movements kicked up the dust. At first, nothing.
“Where is it, what am I looking for…” he muttered, scratching his scalp. Then, he had an idea, and returned to the inscription. He examined it more closely, tracing his finger across it. He read the inscription again, and then recalled something he had read long ago in his quest to find answers, something about a poisonous extract from a toxic plant.
He fished into his pouch again, and produced a vial of liquid, a green tinge to it. He had a hunch.
He unstoppered the top, the sickly sweet aroma belying the lethal effects of the contents. Carefully, he trickled the liquid onto the carvings. If he quieted his breathing, he could hear the substance crackling and popping upon the sandstone. The carvings became clearer as the poison discoloured the rock. And then he heard a click, followed shortly by a low rumble. Five feet to his right, he saw a rock face shudder as it pivoted open, revealing a narrow passageway. It would be a tight squeeze, but he could fit through it.
His heart was racing now, and he felt nearer now than he ever had to his goal.
He grabbed his torch and squeezed through the gap, sidling along as his pouches and satchels made it difficult. Worse, the passage meandered, not unlike a serpent, which if the legends were true, made all of it terribly apt.
As he inched his way through, grunting and at times sucking in his gut, he saw dull light bouncing off the rock surfaces. A breeze rushed by him, cooled by the air from the cave behind him, but warmed from what was no doubt sunlight ahead of him. He kept going, picking up the pace despite the difficulty. Scraping and squeezing by, he was encouraged by the brightening light, the warming of the air, until he emerged into a spacious depression in the rocky formations that the caves had formed in, and felt the breath leave his body from the sight.
It was a sinkhole open to the daylight, and it must have been close to noon, as despite the high walls surrounding the space, rising up at least fifty feet or more, sunlight streamed down into the depression and warmed it with its glow. The walls themselves were marked with colourful striations, reds and yellows and rocky golds and more, vibrant but earthen tones. And if he glanced at the rock surfaces at the right angles, if the light caught just right, the sandstone seemed to glitter like it was imbued with hundreds of miniscule gemstones, no larger than grains of sand, but he could see no discernable specks any surer than he could discern the shape of the stars at night.
The bottom of the sinkhole was smooth sandstone, evidence of flowing water — now long gone — having eroded the rock into smooth, rolling formations that were largely flat, forming into shallow steps that all seemed to rise towards the back of the sinkhole, a mound of stone pushing upwards until it narrowed into a stunted spire, topping a flat depression in the mound.
And coiled up in this depression, like it was a naturally formed throne, was an enormous serpent, almost as thick around as his torso, and many, many times longer, an undulating puddle of glinting scales.
He couldn’t speak, or he did not dare to.
It was regarding him coolly, yellow eyes, seemingly luminous even in the daylight, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, his flesh, and examine his soul, in a way that felt both piercing yet reserved.
Dark scales, midnight in colour with the barest of purple hints glittered in the light, and all along its length were small strips of iridescent violet, whilst along the curves of its coils, he spied the pearlescent sheen of the scales reflecting a predominantly purple shine, the other colours of the spectrum more muted, giving the serpent an overall purple hue.
Leoleth returned his attention to the serpent’s head, noting the scaly brows above its eyes, and just above and behind its eyes were raised ridges with bright purple hues around their bases, and golden-yellow tones along the tops, giving the snake’s head an almost crown-like visage.
All in all, the serpent seemed… divine. And if his research was correct, there was much merit to that.
Eventually he overcame his awe — and fear — and managed to muster a few words.
“You are Vetiscia… Goddess of Knowledge, both forbidden and unknown,” he said, more to convince himself that he indeed wasn’t seeing things.
The serpent craned its neck slightly, regarding him.
“Mortals normally regard me with more courtesy than that,” she said. A feminine voice, husky with a tinge of seething typical of a snake, but cool, reserved, and terribly sensual. But above that, commanding, like it filled the space without the need to be booming. Like a whisper he could hear across a room.
He felt his heart race and he started to shift on the spot as mild panic overtook him.
“I, uh, forgive me,” he stammered, before taking a knee and bowing before her. “My lady Vetiscia, it is truly humbling to be in your presence.”
He hoped he had not offended. It would be terrible to have come all this way to insult his objective and to be smitten from the Earth for it.
He dared not make eye contact, until a soft, amused laugh echoed through the sinkhole, like a fluttering wind. He couldn’t help but look up.
Her expression had softened, her head far more expressive than any normal snake, though the devious amusement that had replaced the steely regard was still a little disconcerting.
“You may rise, mortal. But you still forget your manners, for you have not given me a name,” she said.
He winced; he was not making a good impression for the goddess.
“I-I am Leoleth of Swan Vale,” he revealed, holding himself as politely as possible.
“Ah… Swan Vale,” Vetiscia remarked. “A beautiful land. A place of lakes and great forests set amongst the mounts of the North West. It is said the Swans there, from which the name is earned, possess mystical properties, sacred beings to the people that live there.”
“Ah, you know of it!” Leoleth exclaimed, feeling a little jubilant.
The serpent gave him a sideways glance, mouth tugging at the corner into a grin.
“I am not a Goddess of Knowledge for naught, Leoleth of Swan Vale,” she said.
Immediately he felt cowed and embarrassed, averting his eyes, feeling a little flushed. It was a silly thing to say.
She laughed softly and brought her head closer by a few feet. There was still quite the gap between them, Leoleth still only several feet from the passage he’d come from, but it made him feel just that little bit smaller.
“But your home is not why you are here, yes? You have come seeking another subject… something you know not already.”
He paused, almost forgetting why he was here in the first place after getting caught up in the magnificence of this divine being, real and in front of him.
He cleared his throat, and mustered his courage. It was hard enough speaking to his superiors, let alone a Goddess whose very words seem to caress his ears.
“You are right, forgive me, I was just… humbled. I did not know what to expect, and I still cannot believe my eyes,” he admitted.
The serpent moved closer, but she seemed to smile.
“You flatter me, Leoleth. I appreciate a polite mortal.”
He felt flushed again, but cleared his throat a second time; if he didn’t ask what he wanted now, he would be doomed to stammer and flatter the serpent until he felt like running away.
“I am here to seek knowledge, knowledge otherwise lost to the world. I have sought it for so long, and my quest has led me to you, Vetiscia.”
She pulled back a little, and seemed to nod in understanding.
“Your quest has led you true… all you need is ask, and then we shall… negotiate.”
The final word made him shiver. He recalled several texts that warned those who searched for the Serpent, that a price would be demanded that would cost more than one realised, but he could not afford to flee now.
“There were ancient tomes… The Eslaine Keepings. They spoke of a lost world, and a people with it, and more importantly, secrets they knew of the natural order. The Keepings were said to contain not just a record of this domain, but the clues to find it, what lingers of it, but they were lost to time, and no other history of the land and the peoples mentioned in the Keepings can be found. If I had the Keepings, or the relevant information, I could find this place, and learn so much about… everything.”
He breathed out; he had made his request. Truthfully, he was not sure what the Eslaine Keepings spoke of specifically. He did not even know the name of the land or the society it supposedly recorded, too few other references to their existence to find any clarification. But ever since learning of these people, the allure of their secrets had been too much for him to resist.
And, perhaps, those secrets would bring him fulfilment, a sense of success.
Vetiscia regarded him quietly, and a low rumble echoed from her throat.
“The Eslaine Keepings… certainly you know they were destroyed by the Trigan Dynasty. They were regarded as ‘heresy’, an affront to the Dynasty. In truth they likely feared the knowledge contained within, that it would somehow threaten their dominion… truly, mortals fear so much about what might threaten their power, they lose grip on their power wasting their energy in thwarting such ‘threats’. But a history lesson is not why you are here… you want the Keepings. I can oblige you.”
Her coils shifted, and the tip of her tail snaked out until it brushed over the ground. And as it passed, a trio of thick tomes were left in its wake, dust swirling off them unnaturally. They were bound in leather, ivory clasps reinforcing the covers and the spine, with silver and cyan rhinestones set into a circle on their covers, a symbol depicting a wilting flower with living, deep-sinking roots set within the circle, the flower’s petals and stem dull and faded, but the roots, though brown, glittering subtly in the light.
Leoleth felt his breath hitch in his throat; the tomes matched the scattered descriptions he’d uncovered since he first learned of them.
The Eslaine Keepings.
“But… how,” he said, looking up at the goddess in astonishment. “They were destroyed.” He had come expecting knowledge, or a recount of the tomes… to actually see them intact… he couldn’t believe it.
She offered a serpentine smirk.
“Knowledge is my domain, dear Leoleth. Once I learn of it, there is no undoing it.”
He still could not quite believe it, but it was better not to question the will of a God.
He closed the gap, getting closer to the serpent to get a better look, until he was only a few feet away from both his goal, and the Goddess who offered it.
“This is incredible… the secrets of the natural order. Life and Death itself… all contained in those books. Or at the very least, the clues to uncover them.”
Vetiscia’s smirk deepened as she craned her head closer, her violet tongue flickering.
“Life and death, secrets in their own right. Knowledge I possess… and that you may possess in turn… for a price~”
Leoleth felt his breath hitch in his throat again, though this time with some amount of fear. He knew this was coming, but perhaps even he, in his fervour to find the Keepings, did not refresh in his mind the cost he was warned of as much as he should have.
He looked up at the goddess, her form much more intimidating now that she was leering over his head.
“Yes… your price…” he muttered, lowering his head. “What is your price?”
Immediately he kicked himself for leaving the question so open-ended, but then realised two things; Vetiscia was a goddess. She said they would negotiate, but he suspected that boiled down to her stating her price, and him accepting or refusing it. But that he did not yet have the Keepings, meant perhaps he had a chance to refuse if he felt the price was too steep.
“My price…” she said, starting to seethe her ‘S’s’ in a way that felt ever so sensual, “… is appropriate to the power of the knowledge you seek. And the Eslaine Keepings, they are powerful indeed, if in ways not so readily apparent. Life and Death, after all, is a complex thing, as are its secrets…”
She began to slither off her throne, great lengths of glinting serpent unwinding as Vetiscia started to circle around Leoleth like one in a position of power would walk an orbit around their subject. Only, her trailing body effectively trapped him. She did not look at him as she continued to speak.
“What would you do with such knowledge? Enlighten yourself? Fulfil your ambitions? Dominate your opponents? I cannot say how the Keepings may achieve your desires, only that the knowledge they contain may open many paths if you know how to apply their secrets. Even paths you did not consider.”
He felt so terribly small now, this great serpent circling him, speaking in such sensuous tones, the seething like an alluring whisper to his ears.
“All of it could be yours, if you just accept my price…”
He gulped. He dared not say ‘yes’ until he heard her price, but the object of his quest was so close. So near…
“Name your price, let me consider,” he said, trying to be stout and assertive, but his voice quavered with nerves.
She chuckled softly.
“Service unto me, wholly and unquestioningly. A full turn of the seasons, no more, no less. What I will ask of you may be perilous, but I deign not to send those who come to me to their deaths… it is a waste~”
She still circled him, the sound of her soft underbelly gently scraping across the sandstone, a sound not unlike the seething hiss that underlined her voice, quiet, subtle, enticing. Louder, perhaps, due to her bulk, but not grating to his ears.
“A year of servitude… perhaps I can, oblige,” Leoleth said, starting to feel light in the chest; what could a goddess possibly want from a mortal? What could they offer in the way of service that would be of value?
“And one other demand,” she added, grinning at him as her tongue seemed to flicker more laterally, like she was wetting her scaly lips.
“O-Of course,” he answered, the sound of her body starting to get to him. He felt her shadow loom over him as her body arced into the air, splendid musculature elevating her head and what parts of her body she wanted to effortless heights.
She stopped, and turned her head until he felt her snout just behind the back of his head, warm breath blowing gently from her nostrils. He shivered… she smelled surprisingly sweet, like a perfume of wildflowers and the air after a warm rainstorm.
“Mate with me~”
Leoleth’s mind came to a crashing halt as he attempted to process her request, until jarred back to reality with a quiet yelp when he felt that slippery tongue’s forked tips graze against his ear and neck with the gentlest of touches.
“M-Mate with you?!” he responded with shock, not even considering the outburst might offend her, but she seemed amused as she continued her slithering orbit around him.
“Come now, you think just because I have the form of a beast I do not have womanly desires~?” she chastised, though her tone was sweet and teasing more than admonishing.
“W-Well, I mean, I didn’t…” he muttered, but he could not formulate any sentence that expressed the terribly discordant thoughts in his head.
She laughed again, a soft lilt mixed with the serpentine hiss that only added to her deepening seductive tone.
“That you didn’t mean it like that~? Ah, but I’m sure you did… do not fret, Leoleth… most mortals falter at this part~”
He could understand why. To have sex with a beast was considered terribly immoral, but… Vetiscia was no mere beast. Her form may have been, but it was divine in appearance, and the way she moved, the way she talked… that was something else entirely. Still, he wasn’t sure… it made him feel strange, it felt wrong.
She moved closer.
“Is it really so wrong, Leoleth?” she whispered, her head brushing past his, her bright eyes seeming to bore into his soul, scaly lips tugged into a seductive smirk… they moved fluidly with her words, and shaped in sensuous ways. No mere serpent could do that. “Besides… aren’t you curious? To feel what it’d be like… to make love to a Goddess…”
His breath hitched for a moment, Leoleth all too aware of Vetiscia tightening the noose as her slithering body drew close, the space between him and her body shrinking. Every now and then, she would hover her head near his, and hiss sensuously into his ears, tongue gently flicking across his lobes with a feathery caress.
“It would be like nothing you’d ever felt before,” she continued, her voice a soft song now, full of seductive suggestion. “The thrill of my scales caressing your body, my coils closing around you in an embrace without comparison… the thrill of the taboo you are violating~ Do not tell me you aren’t even slightly curious~”
She brushed against him, twisting about so she had her head tilted towards him as her serpentine body slithered around him, eyeing him closely with a suggestive smirk on her elongated face. He shivered, taking in a shaky breath as she brushed against him a little lower, smooth scales grazing along his thighs and across his groin, gliding fluidly as she briefly hovered her head next to his ears.
“You want the tomes, the knowledge, but more than that, you are starting to want me…~”
She was whispering, and she unfurled her tongue to graze the muscle against his ear, caressing its top arch with a wet touch. She breathed out, a silky sound, and a warm touch of aromatic air, a perfume of wildflowers in full bloom.
He shuddered again, feeling her air as she let out a devious chuckle, grazing past his face, slick, smooth scales against his cheek as she wound around him like she was tying a knot, but she wasn’t closing tightly around him. She left him space, enough that if he really wanted to, he could probably escape so long as she didn’t suddenly spring the trap. But she kept her distance, what little there was and continued her seductive dance, brushing one length of her coil against his crotch, gentle and suggestive.
“Oh no…” he thought. He was starting to get a little excited down there, reflexively clenching his thighs together.
Vetiscia hissed luxuriously, the sound of her taking a deep scent only slightly less sensual than her serpentine seething.
“I can smell the blood in you beginning to boil… you’re starting to want it, want me…”
“I… I don’t…” he stammered, but he really wasn’t sure what he was saying at this point. He was still having trouble processing what she was suggesting, but her voice was terribly compelling…
“Oh, but you do… don’t you want to experience pleasures no mortal could provide~? What do you have to lose that is worth more than a taste of heaven and the Keepings~? If you just accept, you will know passions you never thought possible…”
She slithered close again, brushing the side of her head against his hips, eyes staring up into his. A loop of her body gently nudged his back, her head rising up in an arc once more. All her movements were slow, deliberate… a graceful display that lulled one’s senses with its careful motions. Everything was so smooth, no part of her flopped or kinked awkwardly. She made knots of herself and undid them like the flowing of water. And her laughs… her laughs were simply too much; low, teasing, womanly.
“P-Passions?” he inquired, feeling his pants starting to get tighter. Vetiscia wound around behind him, her head off to the side just behind his once again.
“Of course, Leoleth… do you think I ask this demand as a formality~? I ask because I can… it is in my power to make this demand, and it is my desire to indulge in it~ And if you just accept my terms, you may share in this… mmm… indulgence~”
She laughed deviously again, head lifting away as she continued on her sensuous, chaotically fluid dance, moving ever with the pace of molasses, but with a smooth grace like silken water.
“Of course, you could decline… I will not force you to say yes,” she said, her head raising up as she looked at him almost perpendicular to the top of her head. “Just say you refuse, and I will let you leave this place without incident… forget everything, go back home. But you don’t want that, do you? Your thirst for knowledge led you here, in search of the Keepings… and they’re right here, in front of you. And now, your thirst has you curious of what I can give to you… to indulge in a taboo that, in the back of your mind, you’re starting to consider may be more delightful than any mortal pleasure on this earth~”
She swung back down in a considered arc, flickering her tongue slowly at him, her scaly lips pulled into an enticing, hungry smile. Her head was not that much larger than his, just shy of twofold, but she seemed so much larger than before.
She hadn’t changed size. But her presence was overwhelming, and her sensuous charm was… intoxicating.
Leoleth started to wonder… just what did she feel like? What were the things that she, without arms or any other ‘human’ features, could provide that no mortal could?
“S-Sorry, I’m just… this is such an offer,” he answered, trying to maintain his politeness. This seemed to garner another of her seductive laughs.
“Imagine it, Leoleth… feeling me sliding all around you, touching you everywhere at once, my scales gliding across your skin… reaching places in a way too awkward for any mortal… squeezing you in the most overwhelming of embraces~ My body, wrapped around you, leaving you helpless but in my loving charge~ You would need not do anything but indulge in the pleasure as I wrap you in more ways than my coiling body can provide alone… my tongue, my womanhood, my very breath~”
She slithered past his head, tilting towards him and stopping just laterally of his vision.
“Is a year of service to me such a terrible thing, when the other half of my price is so generous~? You have come this far for the Keepings… surely you could cast off taboo and shame, one last obstacle in your search… and I know you want the Keepings~”
She laughed softly, brushing her lower scaled lip across his ear as she moved around behind him… heavens, she felt soft. His pants were getting tighter.
“You have the opportunity to mate with a goddess… few other mortals could attest to such an experience~ Is that alone not a gift in its own right~?”
She circled around in front of him, stopping to look him dead in the eyes.
“My beastly form begets beastly passions… but am I not beautiful and divine~?”
She waited for an answer, eyes locked to his with a seductive expression twisting her face.
“Y-Yes,” Leoleth answered. It was no lie… she truly was beautiful, in a way not quantifiable like one describing a human figure. She had a bewitching charm about her, an allure her inhuman body possessed that was hard to describe. A uniquely exotic quality.
“My passions are no different, divine and rapturous~ In my coils, in my embrace, you will know bliss, ecstasy, delights your mortal mind will find nowhere else~ The thrill of taboo as you give in to my touch~ To indulge in something others would decry as obscenity~”
She hissed softly in his ear, leaning in close, the tips of her tongue just barely grazing the side of his head.
“What forbidden delights await you in my grasp will make this demand of mine a reward~” she whispered, circling her head around the back of his with soft, sensuous hisses tailing her until she was ever so lightly draped over his shoulders, whispering into his other ear. “Pay my price, and the Keepings and my ecstasies will be yours… you need only give me your answer~”
Leoleth took a shivering breath. He was having a hard time thinking, he felt so light in the head, buoyant in the chest. His heart was pounding, and his member was now aching against his pants. Everything was just so tantalising, his head filled with lurid thoughts of the possibilities… she was right; he was so terribly, achingly curious. It felt wrong, but… he wanted to know.
“… yes. I will pay your price,” he said, his words light of breath, a shiver running up his spine as he realised he’d committed. There was no going back now.
She gave him a wide, elongated smile and hissed in delight.
“Good boy~” she purred in her seething whisper, and soon he felt her closing in around him, her scaly body coiling about like a snake around its prey. She brought her body together, wrapping him up and slithering the tip of her tail up beneath her coils, wending it up against his body as her cool, smooth scales brushed against him, steely muscles rippling beneath a layer of softer flesh, maybe fat, but he didn’t know if snakes had fat. Leoleth didn’t really know much at the moment, it was too difficult to dredge up facts and information from his mind, now thoroughly deluged with racing thoughts, nerves and desires and erotic conjecture pushing down anything else, and even that was disrupted whenever he felt her squeeze a little, as well as the sensation of her body sliding against his erection within his pants.
Soon, he was utterly tied, all but cocooned in her black and glinting coils as she brought her head before his, tongue flickering slowly.
“You’re already aroused, Leoleth… let us hope you have the stamina to enjoy this for as long as possible~” she crooned, leaning in close to paint a stroke of saliva up his face with that purple tongue. It tingled against his skin. It was warm at first, quickly cooled by the air in the room, which was pleasant to begin with, Leoleth quickly realising that Vetiscia was not cold blooded like any common serpent… or perhaps she was whatever she wished.
Her head craned closer, soft, sweet murmurs filling his ears as she closed in on one, scaly lips clasping crudely around it as her tongue teased the top arch with a tracing lick, working a winding, slow but chaotic route down the contours of his ear, until that dexterous tongue was rolling beneath his ear lobe, silken scaly lips suckling loosely and filling his ear with the sound of lurid, slippery affection.
“A-Ahhhhaa…” Leoleth moaned, tilting his head back and flinching a little as she attacked his ear. Her efforts were slow. Chaotic, but slow. She made no discernible pattern, but she did not lash like a whip either. Everything was careful, deliberate, taking whole seconds or more to complete one round of his ear. Sometimes, she would angle her tongue so the twin-tips of her tongue’s fork would graze either side of the contours of his ear, whilst her lips ever so gently ‘chewed’ on it.
She pulled away from his ear next, but only changed her next target, trailing kisses down the side of his head, to his cheek, leaving wet touches along his jawline before a final tongue stroke brought her to his neck. Another shivering breath left him, her coils tightening around his head until he could not move any further to the side for her. She licked, and kissed. And her tongue did not simply lap at his flinching throat, the long muscle proving its dexterity when it began to unfurl and coil around the girth of his neck, the forked tip teasing his apple with deliberate, achingly slow flicks. She recoiled her tongue with the same considered pace, leaving wet trails behind.
He never considered how sensitive his neck was, but Leoleth couldn’t suppress the embarrassing squeaks and sharp, quiet grunts that Vetiscia was so efficiently extracting from him. He felt so helpless, like some small prey animal with its hunter at their neck. But more, he could not suppress to himself how arousing it was. He felt so vulnerable, helpless to the godly predator currently wrapped around him. But it was a vulnerable feeling he could not deny to himself was incredibly pleasing, to give up all control and defence to this seductive beast. And the way she licked and kissed his neck was nothing like he’d ever experienced before, feeling her tongue undulate against his skin with fanning arcs. She suckled firmly and softly, and every now and then, he’d feel deliberate but precise pricks against his skin from her fangs.
Vetiscia never broke the skin, merely scraped the sharp tips with the tiniest pressure possible. It was both intimidating, and stimulating.
It almost took his mind off what else she was up to. The squeezing all around his body was impossible to ignore; sensual clenches and rippling waves of pressure up his body and back down again, and constantly shifting coils so he ever felt her scales grazing against him and around him, but it was the tip of her tail that almost went unnoticed, only drawing his attention to it once more — through his sense of touch alone — when it curled around the hem of his pants, and started to tug.
There were two obstacles to full removal of course, the belt that kept his pants up in polite society, and his penis straining against the material from within, acting like a catch.
She ceased her lecherous tasting of his neck for a brief moment to chuckle.
“Perhaps you think you will deny me,” she teased with another of her low, rippling chuckles, now a more physical force that he could feel rumbling gently into his body.
He wanted to protest, to say that he didn’t mean to, but he caught himself; her tone had an obvious humour to it, but she had him in such a compromising position that he did not want to let her think he was doing anything to upset her.
The belt was no obstacle for her in the and, her tail somehow releasing the clasp and loosening it up until another tug of her tail let her pull it all down, belt, pants and underwear, at least until his cock jerked against the slowly grinding underbelly scales, even softer than the already delightfully smooth hide that covered her top and flanks.
Then her tail constricted his penis with a slow, graceful entrapment, root to tip bound in her snare, swollen glans incredibly sensitive to the touch.
He felt a pang of embarrassment, he had not bathed in days, surely she would find it insulting if he was filthy down there.
But her seductive murmurs did not show it if she was, as her tail began to pump him slowly.
“I could end it here, you know~” she whispered, bringing her head up slightly and freeing his beleaguered neck from her erotic assault, only for his ear to fall victim to her honeyed words once more. The words did not even seem threatening to his life, they were too soaked in her enticing allure for it to be that. “Stroke, stroke, stroke, until you spray your precious seed all over my underbelly~”
To punctuate her ‘threat’, she stroked his cock with the coiled tip of her tail, making sure to rub back and forth against his glans as she did.
“To bring you down before we could even begin~” she hissed, her tongue curling against his ear, prompting a stimulated whimper to leave his lips. “Of course, I wouldn’t stop there… I would go until I thought you couldn’t endure it anymore~ But, I am a merciful Goddess~ I won’t finish off your first climax like this, my little Leoleth~ I asked to mate, after all… but allow me to have my fun~”
She laughed again, and then moved to attack the other side of his neck, another low moan issuing from Leoleth’s mouth.
She pumped him slowly, sometimes tightening her grip and dropping to a crawling pace as she practically wrung his penis out.
All the while, her coils continued to shift, twisting and untwisting, slipping under and over one another and resetting so he was never without the feeling of her scales sliding against his bare skin and his clothes.
His body bucked, twisting this way, and then that, involuntary struggles fighting against her binding grasp.
For a moment he was afraid this would upset her, but it did not draw her ire. It had an opposite, more frightening – and erotic – effect.
It pleased her.
She laughed and took in a deep breath of pure delight, her coils shifting to let his reflexive twists gain some motion, before she fought them back to the position she wanted him to be in. A predator toying with its prey.
Vetiscia pulled her head back, giving him a little bit of breathing room now that she wasn’t practically collaring him, but just as entrapping was her gaze, seductive, hungry and assured in her superiority over not just him, but any mortal that found themselves caught in her coils.
“Look at you… so meek, so cute~” she teased, before he suddenly found himself being adjusted, coils twisting and flipping and moving his body with hers until he was being bent forwards just slightly, Vetiscia binding him with only a few coils over his chest… all so he could see the tip of her tail wrapped around his cock, from root to tip. She looked down at it with a pleased expression, and then gave him a sideways glance.
“Look how hard you are… you were really so eager to pay me, weren’t you~?” she hissed, flickering her tongue in the air before his face. She laughed softly, and established a pattern of long strokes and pumps, sometimes coiling her tail back and forth, sometimes wiggling the loops closer and further away from one another, and sometimes wrapping his penis up further, to the point she was able to completely cocoon his manhood in her scaly embrace.
He couldn’t answer her, too aroused and too shy in this compromising position to give any retort. The way she teased him seemed to strike at the very core of his being too, it made him feel particularly self-conscious, yet it tantalised him all the same. But the way she seemed pleased about his arousal also made him happy, the praise causing his heart to flutter.
She was starting to stroke even faster now, and he felt a pressure welling up in his loins. He didn’t understand, he thought she wasn’t going to ‘finish him’ like this.
Vetiscia kept stroking, tip rubbing against his glans. Without warning, she let go and coiled around his cock again, from tip to root this time, allowing her to better entrap his testicles, massaging and fondling his spongy sack with fluid, sweeping motions that glided around the hemispheres of his testes. Pre had started to trickle from his tip, beads of it welling up and swiftly swept aside by her shifting tail, lathered into his manhood with a quiet, slick sound. Lubricated, his cock was more efficiently milked by her tail, slickly pumping and tugging where it pleased. His balls were moistened too, and with his member now thoroughly slicked, Vetiscia uncoiled her tail again and once more encircled his cock from below, wrapping up his balls and wounding around his girth until her tip was rubbing against his.
He was about to blow, the pressure in his loins building to uncomfortable levels, a floodgate about to burst.
But it didn’t.
Before he could be brought to release, she let go with a sudden swift movement, a sharp stimulation that made him shudder, but it was not enough to drive him over the edge. He let out a choked gasp, his member twitched vigorously and his hips bucked aimlessly. He let out a sound that could only be described as a desperate whine mixed with frustration and confusion, but Vetiscia only laughed soothingly.
“Hush, my dear Leoleth~” she purred, calming him somewhat as she looked at him, bringing her head before his face, enough he could smell that sweet breath. “You are but mortal, you can only last so long… there are greater pleasures I can give to you, and they deserve your seed more~”
Another low chuckle, so sensuous, erotic, Vetiscia giving Leoleth’s cheek a slow lick.
“Allow me to sate your yearning desires, and sate my ‘hunger’ as I do~”
With an alluring hiss, he found himself being manhandled once more in her shifting coils, unwrapping and tying him up all over again, scales grazing across his skin and pulling his pants and shoes off completely as coils ground against him in a downwards tug all around him. He could hardly keep track of where her body was, coils and kinks of her body looping this way and that, it almost seemed like she no longer had a singular contiguous body, becoming a mess of connected yet disparate lengths. But eventually he found himself bound once more, still held erect in her grasp, but his feet no longer touched the ground.
That was when Leoleth felt a set of scaly lips against his glans.
A shrill sound of surprise left his mouth at the feeling, eyes widening as he struggled to look down over the loops of midnight scales cocooning his body. And sure enough, there Vetiscia was, serpentine muzzle pressed to his cock as she seemed to take in his scent.
She purred in savouring appreciation, before opening her eyes and looking up into his, tilting her head just slightly so he could see the corners of her mouth and the front of her muzzle tug into a lecherous grin whilst his cock bobbed against her snout.
“I do not want you wasting your seed, my dear Leoleth,” she said, lifting her head up so her lower lip caught on his helmet, curling back before it was forced to pleasantly slide up and over his tip. She murmured, and brought her upper lip down upon his cock, doing the same, and yet again with side to side motions, lips curling as they caught softly on his glans and gliding across with loose, lazy rubbing. “I hunger for you… I will drink of you until you need respite to provide me with my final demand~”
“A-ah…” he answered, trying to form words, but Leoleth could summon nothing. His tongue was practically deadened from the obscene, surreal sight.
She laughed at him, that teasing but gentle flutter, like a song.
“You delight me, Leoleth… so sensitive, so meek yet eager~ My heart leaps at such a splendid mortal having sought me out~”
Her praise was even worse, it made him practically melt in her coils, a low moan leaving his mouth even when she wasn’t actively doing anything… other than the ceaseless rippling and shifting of her coils against his body. Not as before when she was repositioning, but that never-ending pattern of soft constriction, reciprocating coiling, twisting slightly back and forth and gentle undulations that caressed his body, making him feel both helpless and comforted at the same time.
She gave him a look along with a pleased murmur, warbling like a quiet chuckle, before she pursed her lips and gave his swollen glans a soft kiss.
Though he could discern the individual scales on her thin, serpentine lips if he looked close enough, her dark colouring made them imperceptible in this sort of situation. But he could feel how smooth they were, any gap between them imperceptible, like snakeskin of a fineness no natural snake could match. And above all, infinitely more flexible, Vetiscia’s lips flexing and twisting in ways that befit her lustful intelligence, gently lathering her saliva onto his tip to mix with the precum she’d so expertly rubbed into his skin.
She was shallow with her efforts at first. He’d not long since had his orgasm denied to him, so he was still quite sensitive, and she was not the type of Goddess to be quick about things. She wanted to take her time, to toy with him, to savour him. He whined some more, breathless pants leaving his lips as she started to kiss all along his length. There was no order to her pecks, smooching where she pleased and at random. Sometimes she’d finish a kiss with a short, light lick from her tongue, and others he could feel her just dab at his skin with the muscle between her lips. It made him shudder, but he soon discerned that she was moving closer to his root. She lingered next to his crotch, inhaling his scent even as her snout was buried in his pubic hair. He couldn’t understand why she did not seem to care, but even as his mind was addled by her tantalising stimuli, he vowed if this were to happen again, he would shave for her. Only the best for a Goddess.
She licked at the root of his cock, before shifting down and attacking his scrotum with her lips, more kisses and light licks causing tiny bursts of sensitivity to arc across his skin, translating into shivers that ran up his spine.
She kissed each orb, first one and then the other, in between and behind them too, her tongue gently lapping along their surfaces each time, sometimes when her lips pulled away. And then, without warning, she wrapped her long tongue around his sack and took both of his orbs into her mouth at once, scaly lips clasping around them and forming a seal for her to produce a slick suction.
Leoleth would’ve cursed in response but the words were garbled by the constant stimuli of her restless coils, and the fact her tongue had started to slip around his jewels, gliding around their hemispheres and tasting them. She tugged gently on his scrotum with her lips, the orbs within their sack tugged themselves by the gentle pull of her suckling, and pleasantly juggled and tasted by her tongue. Her lips started to ‘chew’, the sensation of their motions not too dissimilar, undulating against his orbs.
They soon felt soaked, judicious amounts of her saliva lathered into his skin by her tongue.
This was a completely new sensation to him, he never thought having his testicles toyed with like this would prove to feel so good. It felt incredible and it made his cock ooze even more precum. It was paralytic too, his limbs feeling like wet clay for her to mould to her will if that was her desire.
Her tongue, however, did not just focus on his jewels… the muscle wrapped around his sack, and squeezed out past her lower lip, all so she could run that forked tip along his taint, each tip tracing along either side of the spongy but firm mass behind his genitals, the junction between the fork’s tips sliding erotically along the top, before she eschewed precision to press the flat of the slimy muscle against his skin, lapping to either side, hugging the flexible organ tight to his skin, tasting him.
He bucked again, but this was no inconvenience to her, Vetiscia’s head easily moving with the jerking of his hips. She kept suckling even as protests started to well in Leoleth’s throat.
“P-Please,” he managed. It was both incredible, but he felt like he was being relentlessly teased. He wanted more, he wanted to feel her mouth — which he noted felt so hot around his balls — devouring his cock. He couldn’t deny his desires anymore.
This was erotic in a way that shocked his mind, and he wanted as much as his body could take.
For a few moments more, she suckled, before her tongue retreated back into her mouth, briefly playing with his balls before she let go with a wet, spittle-laden pop, tongue lolling out to graze the underside of his jewels as she pulled away.
She laughed deviously.
“Oh, my Leoleth, so sweet and eager~” she teased, casting another of her disarming looks at him, lips tugged into a taunting, hungry grin. “Do not deny a Goddess her appetiser~”
Nevertheless, she moved her head back to his tip, running her tongue along the bottom of his cock the whole way, flicking it lecherously off the bottom of his tip. She repeated the gesture, but going back down his shaft, a long slow stroke with mild deviation, the tip slithering back and forth, gently traipsing the forks along his veins, eliciting stimulated twitches from his manhood.
And then she worked her way up again once more, with considered brush strokes with her muscle as though painting his shaft with her saliva, sometimes leaning in close to let her lips brush and rub against his skin, pulling back to let her tongue do the work after such brief caresses.
She began to roll her tongue on itself whenever she switched directions too, slipping the muscular organ about as she teased him. It was intense, but never enough to send him over the edge. Even when she curled the twin tips up to directly attack the underside of his corona, a most sensitive spot. He whined, struggling in her coils because he wanted her to keep going, to let him have his relief, but deep inside he knew that only pleased her.
And himself…
She’d lick with the edge of her tongue, with the flat, with only the forked tip grazing its twin points along his skin or curled enough to get a singular point of contact. It was like she was licking down a hard candy, savouring the delight, not wishing to waste it away too soon. And she breathed out constantly, hot, wet breath washing over his manhood with such lurid sensation, the saliva that she’d lathered into his girth only making it more intense, more stimulating.
Soon enough his cock was practically dripping, but still she was not done, though she was finished with her long licks upside and downside his cock. Now, she attacked his glans, a barrage of slow rolling and swirling licks before she planted a kiss, soft but enmeshing, the front of her snout broad enough. She kissed again, and then those scaly lips parted to let him be taken into her mouth, if only just behind his helmet. She retreated, and applied several similar mouthy kisses and suckles all around his girth before she finally began to slide him in deeper, lips clasping as tightly as she could manage, her tongue gliding along the base of his manhood as she inched towards his groin.
He was no gifted stud, he was average in size, but few human women would not struggle to take his length to the hilt without fighting their gag reflex. Vetiscia, however, had no such limitations, her serpentine head more than long enough that he would not reach her throat… and would not gag even if he did.
She didn’t take him all the way yet, stopping halfway first, sliding back to the tip until only his glans remained trapped, then she slid down once more with a gentle twist to her head, lips spiralling slowly but luridly as she took just a little bit more of him into her mouth.
Between Leoleth’s moans and gentle peaks of pleasure, he could think, and knew well enough that Vetiscia’s considered pace was not easing herself into this act, but because she wanted to savour and delightfully torment him.
Briefly he was bent backwards after one of his involuntary struggles prompted her to deny him, a commanding squeeze and bending of his body extracting a gasp from his mouth, but it was not painful what she did. He felt a mild strain, yes, but nothing he could consider painful, only making the erotic caresses of her massaging coils more vivid. She already knew his limits. If she wanted to break his body, she could’ve done so easily with a single sharp and dreadful kink and jerk.
She eased up, bending him forward slightly again so that he could once more witness her fellatio.
Her slithering tail tip, however, was working its way up the back of his spine, slipped beneath his shirt until he came around, rubbing his nipples beneath the fabric, before diverting to try and undo what buttons it could, though even as dexterous as it was, it could not undo them all, getting only a few that were close to tugging free of their holes from the straining of his shirt thanks to her restless coils.
It was hard to focus on this, however, with Vetiscia sinking further down upon his mast until she was pushing through his pubic bush, scaly snout pressing to his crotch and diverting away the hair near his manhood. She salivated profusely, soaking his cock further.
He was in… his entire length was inside her. He could feel the warm, soft flesh of her mouth trying to hug his girth, her jawbones the only rigid sensation he felt, though still cushioned somewhat by her gums, besides the sides of her partially sheathed fangs. It made him wince a little in fear and worry, not sure if the tips of the ivories were safely pouched or floating near his precious manhood, for he could only feel the smallest pressure from the sides of the fangs against his cock.
But softness it did not instil, her tongue slowly starting to undulate and swing from side to side against the underside of his manhood, not unlike she had already done before, though now with the added touch of her mouth flesh wrapped around him, loosely as it was. Her forked tip crept up either side as it swayed, though hugging his skin so he felt her licks.
She began to retreat now, moving to his tip, glans all that was trapped yet again, before plunging down, slowly increasing her pace as she moved from helmet to root, sometimes straight, sometimes with the gentle spiral of her twisting head, lips intermittently breaking their seal so she could clasp them around again in another of her strange ‘chewing’ gestures, though she mostly kept them tightly wrapped and moistened for his stimulation.
Then, she slipped off him, lips pulling away from his glans as they came together like she was parting from his dick with a kiss, sliding against his sensitive head before she swallowed his cock again. She pulled off a second time, but instead of the slowly closing lips, her mouth opened to free his member completely… save for her tongue coiling around his girth much as her body had around his own.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed in shock and surprise. Her muscle had wound its way to his root, slimy and tight, and further still it coiled until his balls were trapped, the forked tip wrapped around the underside hemispheres in a possessive, erotic cradle. She gently stroked his jewels with a caress of her tongue’s tip, and he could see her shift her head to the side, an open-mouthed grin as she looked into his eyes.
This was a completely unexpected sensation, and it took him by surprise. He was starting to understand what she had meant before, about what she could offer him. She squeezed him with her tongue, and began to wriggle and rub her lengths of coil up and down, a strange sensation if ever there was one, whilst being so tantalising, the wet muscle tasting every inch of him, fondling his balls and refusing his dick any chance to dry off.
The loops would bunch together and then spread apart from one another, and the motions were accompanied by a slick sound, one that was not so easily described, the closest he could consider being the sound made when one would rub a slab of butchered meat, oiling or rubbing salt into it.
This was different still, however, and substantially more erotic… least of all because he was the subject of it, his cock besieged by her ensnaring tongue.
Vetiscia changed her method then, uncoiling her tongue and recoiling it around his girth repeatedly, murmuring in delight and sending vibrations through her tongue into his penis, only adding to the sensation, along with the silent rumbles reverberating through her body from her throat and into his.
His balls were repeatedly wrapped by her tongue as she did this, before she again changed her attack, this time a stroking motion, pumping his length with her coiled tongue, particularly around the tip, from the base to the top of his member.
He was feeling the pressure begin to build once more, and he hoped she wouldn’t deny him a second time. Leoleth didn’t think he could handle endless denial, it would drive him mad.
She once again changed her technique, now applying something of a combination of the three prior methods in a chaotic assault that left him shivering, before adopting an alternating pattern of all four techniques.
And once she was satisfied she’d used her tongue alone enough, Leoleth felt her mouth swallow his cock once more, bobbing up and down his manhood with increased vigour, twisting and gyrating, all as her tongue continued its chaotic efforts. Sometimes it stopped, uncoiled to let the sensation ease, if only for a moment, and during these moments she would angle her head so that his glans pushed into the roof or floor or sides of her mouth, slurping all the while, before wrapping his girth up in her tongue yet again. Either her tongue would stay with her bobbing head or its pumping motions would continue divorced from her head, Leoleth able to feel Vetiscia’s lips rise and shift as they slid over her sinuous tongue.
And she was not slowing down this time, moaning with lecherous enthusiasm, mouth thrumming with vibrations that tingled Leoleth, just another salacious feeling among the many tormenting his body. She slurped loudly, and suckled hungrily on his cock, her tongue endeavouring to sweep over his glans whenever precum dribbled from the tip, even letting her tongue occasionally double back to attack his glans with the forked tip, a fierce, acute sensation that made him jolt involuntarily.
“A-ah… ahhh… Vet-Vetiscia,” he said, not even realising how luridly he moaned her name, how unbecoming and irreverent it was. That he said it without the due respect towards her divinity. But Vetiscia offered no angry rebuke, only laughing without a single moment of hesitation, delighted by his lapse in manners thanks to her skills, sending vibrations plenty into his cock.
He was about to explode, the pressure within his loins like a broiling storm. Pre dribbled into the serpent’s mouth, greedily lapped up by her tongue and suckled down her throat.
It was too much and he eventually lost the battle, a moan like no other ripping through the sinkhole with an echo he did not register, not since it was his own moan. It was somewhat strained, she’d worked him significantly and now she was reaping the rewards as he bucked futilely within her coils.
She took him to the hilt, snout pressing against his crotch as he came, rope after thick rope of hot cum shooting into her mouth, and only amplified by her tongue continuing to stroke, the coiled muscle pumping his throbbing length and prolonging his climax.
Her lips were clasped tightly around his root, and he could hear her loud, lecherous gulping as she drank him down without effort, applying yet another layer of suction that stimulated his spasming manhood.
She wasn’t stopping, and it was driving Leoleth crazy, his body starting to writhe involuntarily within her grip.
“P-Please… no more…” he begged, but in his mind this helpless overstimulation was truly astounding. To be at her mercy, to be subjected to such ecstasies and, only by her mercy, given respite from the erotic torment. She resisted his bodily struggles, though not completely… her coils providing just enough give for his body to shift, only for her to reel him back with a targeted squeeze, tightening a section of her coils to reset his position.
Eventually, she would give mercy, letting go of his cock once the last dribbles of his cum had been eked from his penis, once her tongue had lapped the residue off his hypersensitive glans, each flick eliciting a flinch that coursed through his body. And only once no trace of semen was left on his member did her tongue unwind and recoil into her mouth, leaving Leoleth’s shaft to bob in the air, drained and weakened, and incredibly sensitive.
She pulled back so he could better see her, Vetiscia’s coils shifting and straightening him up. Leoleth watched as the serpent goddess licked her lips clean, and opened her mouth to reveal it devoid of his seed, but glistening with her saliva. The corners of her mouth tugged into a broad grin, and she closed her mouth with a small flex and brought her head up towards his, tongue flickering with a sensuous hiss.
“You’ve been rather pent up, my dear Leoleth… mortals seldom have that much to offer on their first round~” she praised, prompting Leoleth’s heart to flutter madly. He felt… proud. Jubilant, that a goddess would give him, a mere mortal, such an esteemed compliment.
“Th-Thank you, Vetiscia…” he muttered.
She giggled, and leaned in to gently kiss and lap at his neck, extracting a shallow, shivering moan from his mouth.
“You are rather cute when you try to show respect in such a compromised state… you’re still hard you know~” she noted, her coils shifting until his length was sandwiched between his stomach and her soft underbelly scales, gently rubbing in order to keep him hard with their soft caresses.
He bit his lower lip to stifle another moan, though he wasn’t sure why… perhaps to try and wrestle back some composure for the second round he knew was coming but wasn’t sure he would be able to endure, if it was anything like her oral.
And she continued like this, gently attacking his neck and rubbing her coils to his member, never letting him calm down completely, but allowing him a chance to recover. Would he manage another voluminous load like she’d wrought from him just then? He did not think so, and worried it might disappoint Vetiscia… but perhaps his ecstasy-fuelled writhing was satisfaction enough for the devious serpent.
She did more than that though. She left his neck once she’d lathered it in moisture, and proceeded to double back down towards his groin, but only so she could slip beneath her own coils and slither against his skin, a soft caress amplified by erotic — and sometimes sloppy — kisses and licks, her tail also shifting around to find her, a tied-up mess Leoleth had no hope of discerning, her every foot of length starting to shift and slither and twist about him, multiplying the feelings of being caressed by her body to new levels. He could feel her head and her tail working away, but he was not sure for what purpose… until he felt tension in his shirt suddenly slacken, and the feeling of her tongue across his torso, where it had touched after she’d used it to help her undo his buttons.
Her coils started to wriggle, undulating up and down until his shirt started to slide off him, and after a few moments, Vetiscia’s head emerged from the tops of her coils, his garment in her mouth. She grinned at him, and tossed it aside, proceeding to run her tongue in a curl against the curve where his neck met his lower jaw, his throat flinching from the touch.
A steady stream of shivering sighs left Leoleth as Vetiscia teased him like this, the snake moving to apply her attention to other parts of his body, though she seemed to focus mostly on his vulnerable neck, which tingled by now, thanks to the wet layer of saliva she’d applied liberally to his skin. He wondered if there was something special about it, but like everything since this whole ordeal started, it was impossible to think about.
The coils rubbing his erection back and forth, precise muscle control allowing her to apply as much pressure as she wanted even with the chaotic mess of her coils, wherever she wanted, making the rubbing feel like soft caresses, meant to keep him hard and no more. Residue from her oral ensured a smooth experience, but even as it started to dry out from the constant motion, gentle as it was, her scales were still incredibly smooth to the touch, the friction just enough to be pleasant even if she were to be rougher, but not so much to cause pain. Even her more prominent and darker coloured scales that covered her top and the majority of her flanks were incredibly smooth.
He groaned, tilting his head back involuntarily, and in an act of playful deviousness, Vetiscia struck, a sharp movement and a twist of her head, and she lunged like a viper to ‘bite’ his neck.
It was a soft bite, Vetiscia gumming Leoleth’s throat, but she pricked his skin, just barely, with her fangs, a dangerous tease. It made him shiver, even made his breath catch in his throat, but she returned to her more sensuous kisses and suckles after the mock bite, his skin left unbroken.
Eventually, she pulled away and looked at him, a smile on her scaly lips.
“I think you are ready, my dear Leoleth~” she purred with a curl of her tongue and a sensuous hiss.
“I-I don’t,” he retorted, squirming a little as he believed he was still too sensitive. And more… if what he suspected was about to happen, happened… it was going to be far more significant than her otherworldly fellatio.
She only laughed at his remark, before pulling her tail from beneath her coils, shifting around and causing her wrapped loops to roll and ripple against him, making Leoleth moan. Then, she brought up the last several feet of her tail — he couldn’t quite tell in his addled state — and faced the underside towards him, hovering her head just to the side.
“Do you see it~?” she questioned with a knowing look.
Leoleth squinted, but saw nothing.
“What am I supposed to see?” he asked.
She chuckled lowly, and that was when he spied two sets of scales parting, so finely meshed together they were practically indistinct. But he saw them parting, and found himself looking at a narrow slit that, now revealed, oozed sweet-smelling fluids that only seemed to heighten his arousal, if only minutely. A lighter violet flesh lined the interior, and he could make out a number of ridges and other textured contours lining the inner surfaces of the orifice, almost glistening in the limited light towards the periphery of the opening. And what’s more, he could see it flexing slightly, convulsing and clenching slowly…
She leaned in and grinned, facing it first and then turning towards him.
“My womanhood, Leoleth… it aches for you~” she crooned, closing her eyes and letting out a soft, pleased hiss. She cracked her eyes open, and fixed him with a devious grin. “Don’t you want to feel it~?”
Leoleth was mesmerised; it felt so wrong, it was like no human’s womanhood he had ever seen, what few he had, but it looked… terribly inviting, flexing like it too was alive, had a mind of its own and yearned for his cock, to milk it dry. It oozed profusely, but the fluids were clean, sweet-scented, and the flesh looked simultaneously soft and firm where it mattered.
She opened her mouth wetly, strands of saliva bridging her upper and lower jaw, tongue unfurling as she turned towards her slowly widening orifice, and helped widen it further with a slow tracing of her tongue around the edge, tasting herself, teasing towards the inner surface with a slow, methodical lick, issuing a deliberate, lusty pant as she made him watch this obscene display. She seemed to twitch in response to her own administration, which only made Leoleth ache even more, his post-orgasmic sensitivity not diminished but his energy revitalised.
He gulped, and made his answer.
“Y-Yes… I want to feel it…” he said, straining against her coils.
“You want me to take you deep inside… let you fill me deep~” she said with emphasis, inching towards his face. “To mate with me~”
“I-I want to mate with you!” he echoed with some conviction, his own desires starting to run away now.
But Vetiscia had other plans, pulling her head back with a sultry laugh.
“Not yet,” she asserted. “First… you will return the favour~ Consider it part of my price~”
With that, she pushed her opening towards his face, the aroma becoming more overwhelming now that it was closing in. At first he was confused, but then Leoleth understood, especially once she began to wrap the end of her tail around his head to form a firm grip… pushing her slit to his lips.
Another shudder raced up his spine, but he knew what he had to do, what Vetiscia demanded of him. He was in no position to refuse, no matter how much he ached to put his cock inside her… he had no desire to refuse.
He unfurled his tongue, and began to lick, tracing the outer edges of her slit, operating on touch alone as his vision was almost blocked by the rest of her tail, its width not quite like that of the rest of her body, but half his view was obscured.
She didn’t have true labia like a woman did, especially as her ‘mound’ was more horizontal than vertical, but he felt puffy ‘lips’ just beneath the concealing scales, growing out slightly as Vetiscia’s arousal grew, creating a most enticing and welcoming sensation. Leoleth started to kiss and suckle, and probed a bit deeper with his tongue, tasting her smooth walls. He couldn’t reach too deeply, but he felt pliant rings of muscle just below her opening, undulating contours that would have proved tantalising to any man caught in her grip… but he could not probe any deeper, so the deeper reaches of her womanhood were a mystery to him, one he would only uncover when she was ready to mate with him.
He kissed the opening, and tasted her fluids… everything about her was sweet. Like she was deliberately made to present the most erotically taboo allure possible, the wrongness of making love to a snake mixed with just how enticing she was, how she proved every part of her worked to pleasure anyone caught in her coils.
His tongue swirled, and started to waggle. His efforts were clumsy, erratic even, he had no real experience in this sort of act, but the soft, pleased hisses coming from Vetiscia only seemed to encourage him.
She hovered her head above him, looking down and wetting her lips as she watched, sensuous smirks playing across them.
“Good boy, Leoleth… you have been given a great privilege, to feast on the womanhood of a goddess… savour it, and please me~”
Her tongue every now and then would unfurl and play across his brow, leaving wet patches across his forehead. He simply focused on her opening, hungry and eager to hear more praise. His tongue darted wherever it could, and he suckled vigorously, gulping down her fluids when enough collected in his mouth. He did what he could, waggling his tongue back and forth at a specific spot, circling it around the circumference of her opening, tracing some of the deeper contours or worming between her walls, the flesh trying to close in around his tongue.
She had no clitoris to speak of, not that he could find, but the puffy ring of flesh that served as the closest thing to a labia seemed sensitive enough. More than that, her flesh flinched ever so slightly wherever he licked, so perhaps she was more sensitive all over compared to a human woman. He wasn’t sure, his experience with them was limited, most of what he knew knowledge gleaned from other sources.
But it did nothing to weaken her control over him; Vetiscia’s moans were soft, but full of delight and seductive allure, gentle laughs mixed in with the hissing sighs, and she maintained that lofty, lusty look from above, even as her face flinched from the stimulation, and her coils flexed with a bit more disorder than before.
And her coils kept rubbing against his cock, smooth scales grazing and caressing and squashing around his length, never letting him soften or find respite. Not that licking and sucking on her mound was going to let him soften. It was too erotic an activity to lose his arousal.
But his yearning to have sex with the goddess made him restless, and he squirmed in her coils some more, much to her delight.
“Oh Leoleth, always squirming, always itching to move… the way you rub against my scales… I love it~” she purred with a lusty hiss, tongue brushing across his brow. “You struggle, you worm, but you always find yourself helplessly wriggling… as my scales push you back… caress you all over, rubbing and touching… mmm, yes, keep squirming, Leoleth~ I do enjoy it when you squirm~”
It was too cruel to hear her talk like that to him… her voice dripping with seduction and desire, worming into his head, the perfect encouragement to keep going, to keep licking and sucking until his tongue went numb if it came down to it. That, and her sweet moans, all urging him on, to do his damnedest.
But just as he was getting fixated on this job, she let out a happy gasp and pulled her tail away from his mouth, uncoiling the length around his head, leaving the lower half of his mouth wet. He was almost disappointed, but he had no opportunity to wallow in his disappointment, Vetiscia dipping low and coming up against his face from below, slowly grinding against his face, whispering softly.
“Mmm, I think you’re ready, and I’m now suitably eager~” she purred, licking his face slowly before he found himself being leaned backwards, Leoleth yelping in surprise.
Her coils shifted, sliding against him as she created gaps and opened space to let her tail’s final length slip against him, wrap around his waist… and tease his glans with her entrance.
Vetiscia let out a hissing sigh, and Leoleth released a moan; she was about to go all the way, to truly take him. To mate with him, take his seed and have him fulfil his debt, and pay the price she had demanded. But just like everything before, it wasn’t that easy. The goddess was not about to proceed that quickly, she wanted to tease him first, rubbing that wet slit to his member, grinding her entrance around his cock slowly, letting the folds at the opening rub and slide against his shaft, coating him in her arousal.
She kept teasing him like this, grinding her opening all along his mast and giggling next to his face with her tongue flickering out against his cheek, until she finally stopped moving.
“I think I’ve delayed long enough… you will soon make a most significant commitment, Leoleth~ You will be part of a very exclusive history of people who can claim to have been so entwined with the divine~”
Her mercurial laugh was sweet to his ears, but Leoleth was starting to get nervous. There were tales plenty of mortals and immortals blending blood together, but not all of them had simple endings… not all of them had good endings.
Part of him didn’t believe that this would end terribly for him, or that he would even give her child; she used the word mate, but her behaviour seemed more inclined towards pure promiscuity. But to consummate with a godly being in this way was always significant, there was no ‘simple reality’ to be found in such tales.
He felt nervous, but she hissed into his ear, and it made him shiver from the sensuous easing of his mind her soft tones granted. This was going to happen, and he yearned for it.
It wasn’t a case of ‘whether he wanted it or not’, he refused to let himself try and turn back now.
Besides, he had already accepted her price. He would honour Vetiscia.
But damned did she drive him mad with her endless teasing. Her sweet giggles into his ear, those soft licks against his cheeks and the relentless grinding of her entrance to his cock. He didn’t want to beg, but he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to drive himself to the hilt inside of her, to take that leap into taboo without shame.
“P-Please…” he implored. She answered him first with a low chuckle, seductive, dripping with lustful intensity.
“Oh, my sweet mortal, you truly want it this badly~?” she crooned, inching up his face and levelling it out as she looked into his eyes. “You have been such fun, and so polite… you deserve it… and I want it~”
There was no more teasing. Her entrance slid to his glans… and with a slow but forceful push, she took him inside of her without effort.
Leoleth moaned, and Vetiscia hissed in sensuous glee.
The contours he had felt with his tongue were only the edge of a truth; the circular rings of muscle clenched around his cock with a sudden tightness he had not experienced when he was licking and suckling on her womanhood. And more, the deeper his cock delved, the less pliant her contours became, but never did they become unpleasantly rigid… always giving enough give to caress his cock. But they scoured his glans all the same, the shallower bumps and ridges atop of the larger rings facing towards her entrance to grind against any member that found itself trapped inside her. But the larger rings of muscle, he had felt them angled inwards with his tongue, but to feel their effects when she began to slide him out was another thing altogether.
Between her possessive tightness and unyielding bondage over his body, he was forced to feel those fleshy contours act like the funnel in a crab pot, and catch on his cock — especially his corona — as if trying to keep him from pulling out. Her flesh — a perfect blend of pliancy and rigidity — was an intense sensation that forced moan after moan out of his mouth, his sensitive helmet relentlessly tugged on, ground against, scoured and dug into by stimulating contours.
He could feel how her protuberances were less flexible the deeper he was taken, imparting more focused stimulation on his cock. Yet despite it all, her womanhood wrapped around his girth and rippled, undulated and twisted like it was almost fluid, smothering his dick in unexpectedly hot, velvety soft flesh that worked to stimulate him at every opportunity.
If he were to thrust away relentlessly, he would not last long, a devilishly efficient canal meant to extract every drop of seed any man caught in her embrace could give.
But he couldn’t thrust away. The pace was set by her will, her whims, and she decided how quickly she wanted to go. And this was no clearer than the way she stopped moving her tail; she was pulling it back and pushing it back down on his mast, but that motion was replaced by the coils around his hips tightening their grip, and heaving in a way that forced his hips to move by her designs.
She tugged on his hips, pulling him into her pussy, and then she pulled him out, setting the pace and letting him feel the contours that clung to his cock. Sometimes she moved her tail to meet his hips, but she mostly manipulated him herself, leaving him to squirm from the stimulation, intense and simultaneously focused, yet all encompassing and erratic. His squirming would be met with her resisting him, restraining him in her playful way, but she had more tricks up her sleeve.
“You’re so sensitive, boy~” she teased. Leoleth felt embarrassed to be called ‘boy’, but it also made his heart leap with submissive excitement. “You twitch at every touch… makes me wonder what happens when I do this…”
She trailed off, and he was left wondering — haphazardly, the pleasures of her depths muddling his mind — what she had in store, until she created a gap in her coils that pushed against his chin, and exposed his chest. He couldn’t see what her head was doing as it wound away from his and made a beeline for the gap in her coils… but he felt it, when that sinuous tongue of hers lolled out and licked at one of his nipples.
“Ah!” It was a short, sharp exclamation, more like an exhalation, but it encapsulated his very thoughts about the touch as her tongue began to loll around his nipple, just as sensitive as the first time she’d teased them, when she undid his buttons, but this was more directed, more… encompassing, letting the muscle press to the nub as it rolled lazily. He let out a rather unbecoming, high-pitched whine, but was made to gasp when he felt her lips clasp to his nipple, Vetiscia suckling as well as she could, lapping at his nub and the small pink discs around it in a circular motion. Her lips rippled gently as she sucked, a lurid kiss that made him writhe more in her coils. An involuntary reflex, but one he was beginning to think had been conditioned into him. If nothing else, he enjoyed the way she fought back against his struggles…
It wasn’t enough for her to simply assail his sensitive nipples with her mouth, she would moan in pleasure and laugh in delight, sending vibrations coursing through her lips and tongue directly onto his sensitive nub. He felt short of breath, unable to maintain any real composure with her constant attack on his senses; her rippling coils and rhythmic massage of constriction, the terrible texture of her depths as his shaft was slid back and forth within it, and her oral teasing on what he never before considered was such a sensitive part of the male body.
He wanted to cum, and badly at that, a pressure building in his loins, but it was never given a chance to build too much, Vetiscia always easing off at the right moments. He moaned loudly, but the goddess had other plans, slipping the top coil up until it was pressing to his mouth, muffling his moans and giving her more room to tease his nipples, Vetiscia sliding her lips over his chest until meeting his other nub, leaving a trail of cool saliva between them. He felt her forked tip twist, the twin points circling around against the pink disc and tracing the base of the flat nub in the middle.
She moaned, as if tasting a pleasant treat, savouring the flavour as her tongue moved to more erratic motions as before, making no efforts to quiet the sounds she made or even make them sound the least bit noble or refined. She didn’t care about the slurping sounds coming from her mouth, and it only made Leoleth feel more aroused, whimpering as her textured walls relentlessly scraped his shaft, scouring it with pleasure and leaving it terribly sensitive, which was maddening with a pace that ensured he could never build up to a climax.
Then, she pulled away from his nipples, having teased them sufficiently, sliding her top coil back down and completing the bodily cocoon of scales and muscle that imprisoned his torso once more. She sighed, rolling her tongue before her lips in front of Leoleth’s eyes.
Leoleth himself gasped once he could get a good breath of air again, but by no means was he composed; she was still moving his hips back and forth into her womanhood, and he was almost losing it. Part of him worried though, that if she really picked up the pace to force him to orgasm, the experience would be too intense to endure.
She leaned her head in close, and smirked, making a vague kissing motion with her lips as a sign of amusement.
“Your face is as red as a ruby, my dear Leoleth~” she observed with more than a hint of sultry delight, a low chuckle rumbling in her throat. “And I think I left the skin around your nipples all too red as well… oh, you seemed so surprised when I attacked them in earnest, but I know your body better than you do, Leoleth… knowledge is as diverse as it is powerful, after all~”
She chuckled to herself, and raised her head just above his and looked down with a smug, seductive expression.
“I’m going to make you cum, Leoleth… I’m going to make you wish you could cry out my name, but you will not be able to muster the breath to do it… doesn’t that sound lovely~?”
It sounded heavenly and threatening at once, and he wasn’t sure which enhanced the other.
He went to answer, but she cut him off with a sudden increase in speed, thrusting his hips into her tail and bringing it to meet his bucking waist, enough that he could hear a loud, and deviously wet slapping, muffled by the coils that bound him. He felt her depths rush back and forth along his dick, and the scouring textures rake his cock with pleasure, feeling the underside of his corona catch on every inwards-angled ring, attacking one of the most sensitive parts of his penis without relent or respite.
She had raised her head up, craning it higher above him and looking down with a domineering look, eyes narrowed and lips just barely pursed into an almost sinister grin, enjoying the shocked expression that had taken over his face. Leoleth could hardly string together a coherent word, save the occasional curse that interrupted the chorus of moans and breathless pants of pleasure. What could he do against this sort of ecstasy?
The sounds of bliss coming from his mouth were starting to rise to a true head, but then, Vetiscia struck like a viper, and silenced him.
But not with a bite; a kiss to his lips, something that jarred his eyes open almost to bulging, especially as her tongue slipped into his mouth to tangle with his own, the sinuous muscle effortlessly overpowering his tongue, coiling around it like she had around his body. The front part of her mouth — and thus, the lips in contact with Leoleth — was just broader than his, but she was able to mesh them together well enough, engaging in a most intimate kiss that caught Leoleth off guard.
She moaned softly, and closed her eyes as she twisted her head to kiss him at different angles. Leoleth began to kiss her back, as best he could but her tongue was seemingly thicker than before and it was hard to shape his lips as readily. The sinuous muscle left his tongue — mostly, its length great enough a portion of it was always there to caress his tongue and be caressed by it as he tried to reciprocate her efforts — and began to explore his mouth, tasting his inner cheeks, the roof of his mouth, around his teeth, and generally painting the cavern of his mouth with her saliva, before the muscle aligned itself… and began to inch carefully into his throat.
Again, he was caught off guard, with a widening of his eyes and a garbled, choked gasp of shock. Then his eyes rolled back as her tongue probed into his throat, reaching around and swirling about his gullet deeper than anything he’d ever felt. And somehow, she’d circumvented his gag reflex, as if clever movements had let her slip by that obstacle.
His entire body shuddered in her ever slowly shifting coils, reacting to the massage-like sensation her wrapped body imparted, and the disarming feeling of her tongue probing deep into his mouth. He continued to squirm, but ever since she kissed him so deeply, he felt his strength sapped, unable to writhe as he had, even as his cock was harshly assaulted with stimulation thanks to her scouring folds. He couldn’t even whimper or moan properly, the sounds coming out like gurgles and gags, though even then they sounded laden with pleasure.
He felt vibrations – caused by her moaning – course through her lips into his, and through her tongue to thrum against the walls of his gullet, which made his head spin. He felt limp, weak, helpless, like he was going to simply fade away at any moment.
But his mind, dazed as it was, did not feel numb. Nor did the nerves in his skin, his sense of touch acute as ever. It was a unique sensation as her coils shifted and lifted him a bit higher in the air, suspended in a prison of rippling scaly flesh. Surreal… divine. Frightening in some aspects, but impossibly erotic, irresistible, a desire for more burned into him.
He was her prey.
And he relished it.
Leoleth did not believe he was going to last long. How could he? The kiss was thoroughly disarming, and she was going rougher with her tail now, plunging his cock in by force and bringing her canal to him with a constriction of her tail, twisting it about just a little so he felt her walls spiralling against him, ripping a shudder out of him. She kept kissing, lips meshing sloppily, rivulets of saliva trailing down his face.
He could feel the pressure building, he was going to cum. Some final, hidden part of him resisted, that he was about to break a great taboo. But what could he do? She was not stopping, and he didn’t want her to stop. This was a price all too worth what he wanted… perhaps if he had known this was what awaited him, this would have been what he wanted.
But he couldn’t express this, not to Vetiscia, not with her lips meshing to his over and over, the snake goddess gently twisting her head to kiss him at different angles, all without pulling away from his lips. And especially with her tongue swabbing his throat, garbling any sounds he made.
Though his body went limp, it began to shudder now, twitching and spasming in a way that was sure a sign as any, along with the intense throbbing of his cock, that he was about to cum.
Vetiscia wasn’t slowing down, and the pleasured grunts that rumbled in her throat, rising in pitch, accompanied by an erratic shivering of her walls alerted him to a fact he hadn’t considered; she was nearing orgasm too.
The slapping of her tail against his crotch reverberated throughout the sinkhole, wet, sloppy smacks that filled his ears. He heard his heartbeat too, a rushing of blood that roared in his head as he was driven towards the brink, weakly squirming in her coils, which began to tighten ever so slightly, trapping him into the throes of the finale that was about to come crashing down upon them.
Despite the erratic spasms of her womanhood, her walls began to tighten too, forcing her contours to dig more harshly into his cock as it was drawn in and out of her depths.
That was his limit. He couldn’t take it anymore.
With a strangled, gurgling cry, he bucked as vigorously as he could, and as though signing the last line on a contract, he came, hard pulses unleashing ropes of hot cum into her depths… and she would wring him of everything when she came too, Vetiscia crying out in ecstasy into his mouth, her kiss turning static as she endured, her entire body clenching around him enough to drive the air out of his lungs and into her mouth.
Her coils spasmed erratically, and she crashed her tail down against his hips, taking his cock as deep as possible as her walls writhed, a churning of flesh that ensured he would not be left without stimulation even as he came.
But every now and then, this tight lock would break so she could slap against his hips hard and fast for a few brief moments, prolonging his ejaculation far longer than he could tolerate. He was starting to thrash in her coils, but that only seemed to make her own climax more intense.
It was maddening, insane, he couldn’t take this. His eyes rolled backwards into his head, tears forming in his eyes and his thrashing spasms dying down to helpless, drained twitches. He was short of breath now, the tightness of her chaotic coils and her endless kiss making it near impossible to draw a breath.
He almost thought he was going to asphyxiate in her coils until she finally gave him reprieve, pulling back her head with a jerk, reeling her tongue out of his throat, Leoleth feeling the sinuous muscle gliding swiftly against the walls of his gullet until it flicked out of his mouth with a whip, a gasp leaving both his lips and hers.
She hissed into the air, her coils starting to relax and compose themselves. And not a moment too soon, Leoleth was worried she might accidentally crush him to death. But whilst he was left panting, and exhausted, Vetiscia recovered remarkably quickly, and for a brief moment Leoleth was afraid she might decide to keep going until he expired. But she only fixed him with a lecherous smirk and leaned in to give him a peck on the forehead.
“Haaa… you have done well, Mortal~” she praised, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I think I will let you rest in my coils a little while… recover yourself in my embrace~”
“I-I shall, my Lady,” he answered, managing some measure of propriety. She smiled, and shifted one of her coils up to let him rest his head. And then, he deflated with a sigh. This… this was bliss. Even though he was still inside her womanhood, cock softening in the mixture of his seed and her juices, he melted into the warm comfort of her embrace, her coils loosening until they became something of a vertical bed. Now that she was no longer tensing up, her body was softer as well, moulding to the contours of his body more than before.
He could’ve stayed like this forever.
Alas, that wasn’t to be his luck. Vetiscia pulled away, and he felt his cock sliding out of her womanhood. It made him shiver from some final stimulation as her walls tugged against him, but he did not feel any of his seed spill out, her opening closing up as he was pulled free.
“You should dress yourself now,” she said, slowly uncoiling from around him and setting him on the ground, carefully; he was wobbly and needed the support, but eventually he found the strength to stand on his feet without aid. Then, she handed Leoleth his clothes, Vetiscia proving to be generous and helpful.
“Thank you, my Lady,” Leoleth answered as he took his clothes from the tip of her offered tail. She smiled, and moved to coil up on her ‘throne’ once more. He felt her eyes on his sweaty body, Leoleth never realising just how much he perspired during that session. It was still buzzing in his mind, and now that it was over he wasn’t entirely sure whether it had happened at all. It was all so… surreal. Did he imagine it? The sultry, satisfied look of appreciation Vetiscia was giving him as she watched him clothe himself proved he had not, and he shivered under her gaze.
His cock was stained, but it wasn’t as stained as it could’ve been, Vetiscia’s folds having scraped most of the residue off as she pulled him out. He wiped it down best he could with the sleeve of his shirt, and then soon enough he was dressed again, though perhaps a little unkempt compared to before, feeling sticky from sweat. He composed himself, and stood before Vetiscia, now once again looming over him from her ‘throne’.
“I hope that I have… ‘paid’ the price adequately, my Lady,” he said with a bow.
“Don’t forget your year of service,” she reminded, causing him to flinch… and then he relaxed. Somehow, what he’d just gone through was alone worth the year of service.
“Of course, my Lady.”
She smiled, and then her tail swept over the ground in front of him, and in its wake appeared the Keepings.
He’d almost forgotten about them, but when Leoleth laid eyes on them again, he was filled with excitement. He still yearned for their secrets. He took a step towards them, and then paused, chancing a look up towards Vetiscia in case he did wrong.
“Go ahead, and take what you have sought,” she said. “I’m sure you know better than to try and deny the demands of a goddess… you will not hide from your duty.”
“I will not,” he assured, though part of him wanted to serve her solely on the off chance he got to experience her passion once again.
Even conversation with her would please him, but he kept this to himself.
He stepped forward with some trepidation, reaching towards the Keepings. After some hesitance, his fingers hovering over the leather-bound books, grazing their edges, he picked them up one by one. Together they were quite heavy, a suitable weight for the knowledge they contained.
He felt lightheaded; after so much time and effort spent seeking out these almost legendary tomes, they were now in his hands. He shook a little.
He was taken out of his reverie by Vetiscia craning her neck down towards him, her tongue flickering across her lips.
“You may go~ Indulge yourself in the knowledge within, but let no one know you have them. It is dangerous knowledge you carry, after all. People have sought to have it erased, and those who may know of it erased with it.”
Her tone had started somewhat knowing, confident, but it turned serious towards the end. He nodded, clutching the tomes tight against his chest.
“I will tell no soul I have these,” he assured her. “I swear on my life.”
She smiled and nodded; this seemed to please her, and she pulled her head back.
“Then with my blessing, you may go~ But I will have need of you by the end of the week, so do not delay~ Now, on your way~”
He nodded, and with a bow as he took a few steps back, he turned and made for the exit.
Even as he struggled to squeeze himself through the narrow passage, Leoleth was beyond giddy; he had the Keepings, he had just had sex that was practically ruinous to him, ruining him of anything less ever again, and he was going to be serving the Goddess for a full year.
And none of those things bothered him. Though he began to contain himself, reminding him he could not let himself be obsessed by her passions; Vetiscia may never again grant him such a divine privilege, and he needed to remember that. Perhaps over time the pleasurable ruin she’d inflicted on him would fade and he would find desire in the company of mortals again.
Still, a little bit of hope was never a bad thing…
A giddy, wavering smile briefly flickered across his lips as he squeezed his way back to the cave passages, ready to begin his return trip to his home. It had been quite the fruitful expedition.
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Vetiscia watched the mortal Leoleth leave her lair with a giddy step to his gait. Clearly the human had found the entire venture thoroughly rewarding. She allowed herself a smile; he wasn’t the first to fall into her snare, but he was particularly cute, such a shy but polite mortal.
And she watched him as he carted away with his intended prize, the Eslaine Keepings.
The secrets of life and death from a dead society, the last clues to the remnants of their civilisation, where more secrets no doubt lingered. But ah, to whom are the secrets meant, she thought. And more… what did they truly mean?
That they held great power, they may possess the knowledge that discerned the very fabric of nature.
Or perhaps they were a philosophical record? Spiritual writings meant to enlighten the reader and the society who had the Keepings commissioned.
Maybe they were a scientific thesis, a truth on a more… fundamental level, and held no true power without craft and application.
Or even the simple opinions and beliefs of an individual, wise or perhaps not.
That would be for Leoleth to decide. After all, legends are but old stories, passed down through the ages… and not always do they reach new ears as they first left ancient lips. Mistranslations occur, misunderstandings happen, details are forgotten, or added, lies and mistruths are woven into the fabric of the tale, the personal interpretation of different individuals, the regional variations of the single tale or even a story twisted into something entirely different to different cultures.
That is what a legend is. That is what makes ancient knowledge often so forbidden.
Not because it has the power to move mountains. But because time has led people to believe it can.
The truth will never be known until it is found, and not all are so willing to let that happen.
But Vetiscia chuckled quietly; such things were her right and will to know. For others sought such things desperately, and she was always eager to let those with the determination possess what she laid claim to… for a price.
And always, they would be brought back… their curiosity, their desire to know more, it would always bring them back to her.
Bit by bit, she would make them pay her price, until they were all too ready to surrender themselves entirely to her.
And as she watched Leoleth disappear from view, she licked her lips hungrily.
She was going to enjoy her new follower.
This is wonderful. I thank the author, and XP for making it available.
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