Perverts 'R' Us

The Serpent's Kiss

By Danyealle ( MF, Mythical Beast )

She was a beauty, that is for sure. Shining black scales, bright, clear eyes, pink tongue that flickered out as she tested the air. But there was something different about her as well, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was as though when she looked at him she was thinking about something, pondering him and what he was. Snakes were intelligent, more intelligent that humans gave them credit for, he knew that. But this snake seemed to be more intelligent than most. A spectacled cobra that someone had been keeping illegally.

He was the local herpetologist, so the police had called to see if he would take it. Would he? You bet your ass he would! Unlike amateurs, he knew what he was doing and treated the reptiles with the respect that they so richly deserved. Contrary to what many people think, snakes are not evil, they are just different than the creatures we are used to dealing with on a day to day basis. They aren't cute and cuddly, you can't pet or stroke them like a dog or cat. They are just different. Most people find them to be repulsive, thinking them slimy or gross-feeling, when they aren't.

Snakes don't have the normal kind of beauty, but a beauty and mystique all their own. No, they aren't evil either, like the portrayal in the Bible, they are just different and cold about the way they kill; a single-mindedness that has allowed them to exist for so long. Yes, they are deadly, be they venomous or not.

He had named her Tanith, a word with semantic roots meaning "serpent lady." It seemed appropriate for her. Like all people in his profession, he was cautious around her, but not afraid. Gradually she seemed to get used to him and realized he was not there to hurt her. Like he did all of his serpent collection, he talked to her, even though he knew she could not hear him in a conventional way. It was more for him than his companions; somehow he felt if he spoke to them they would realize he was not an enemy or a threat. He knew that was foolishness, but like all superstitions, it stuck with him. Even though he was fairly familiar with cobras and what kind of care they needed, he still did a bit on boning up on them when she had come into his position. Most of what was in the books he read he had already known, but there were a few things here and there he didn't know.

Of all the snakes and reptiles he had in his collection and those he had encountered, she was the oddest. Not because of what she was, no, but because those eyes of hers seemed to contain more intelligence than any snake he had ever encountered. Not only that, it seemed to him when he spoke to her, she could understand. That was pure wishful thinking. He knew that, but he couldn't shake that feeling. Wherever he was, it seemed that her eyes followed him, watching. More and more, he found himself drawn to the beautiful snake, sitting by her cage and talking to her. When he did this, she would curl up by him, as if she was listening. How odd.

She was becoming an obsession to him; he realized that but was powerless to stop it. It was going so far that he was actually dreaming of her. In the dreams she spoke to him, talking to him as if she was his lover. Once the dreams started, he decided to research her if he could and find out where she came from. It was going to be a rough task, but he felt it was worth it. He wondered if there was something there that might explain all of this.

Through shipping orders and customs, he was able to trace her back to India, to a Shiva temple. Snakes, especially cobras, were worshiped in India. Many temples over there were devoted to them. Even odder was the fact that many people had possessed her, but each time something out of the ordinary happened and she was placed somewhere else. None of this, however, explained what he was feeling about her. What could it all mean? He didn't know.

One night, as he was dozing in his bed when he heard a noise. Sitting up he tried to place it but to no avail. He just assumed in was normal noises he just couldn't place. Rolling onto his side he dozed off only to be awaked an hour or so later by something crawling on his bed. Sitting up, he turned on a bedside lamp. Looking down he saw Tanith there, curled up, looking at him. He knew he should be alarmed, after all she was venomous, but he wasn't. Then slowly, she stretched out to her full length and her body started to ripple, staring at her tail and working its way upward. Before his very eyes, she started to change, physically. From that long serpentine body, a human female form slowly started to emerge. It probably only took a couple minutes, but to him it seemed like hours.

When her body was fully human, she looked at him, smiling. Licking his dry lips he stared at her, trying to wrap his mind around what he had just seen. It was she that spoke first, her voice soft and sensual with a snake-like hissing sound to it. "Of all those I have known or who have possessed me, you are the kindest. You give us snakes the respect we deserve. Never once have you harmed one of us. That is a remarkable thing, Shevy, most remarkable indeed!" Sliding up closer to him, she looked at him, a small smile on her face.

"This is a dream, it has to be," he thought. "It must be coming from those dreams I've been having." That was the only explanation he could think of. But if it was a dream it was the most realistic he had ever had! It went so far that he thought he could smell her - a musky scent, not strong but subtle, like the smell of a flower caught on a gentle breeze.

Looking her up and down, he smiled. If this was a dream, his imagination had created a very beautiful woman! Her hair was long, mid-way down her back, jet black. She had a gently toned body, her skin a light mocha color. But it was her face and eyes that drew him in. A heart-shaped face, its features were in perfect symmetry, but it was her eyes that drew him in. They hadn't changed color or characteristics; they were still very much the eyes of a snake. Slowly, she slithered up the bed before straddling his waist, putting her hands on his chest, staring into his eyes.

Smiling again, she said, "Few people in this world can truly see the beauty of snakes, but you can. For that Shevy, I will give you your reward."

Leaning forward, she kissed him softly on the lips. Dream or not, this was exciting him greatly. Wrapping his arms around her thin waist, he pulled her closer to him, kissing her back tenderly. It wasn't long before he could feel her hands slowly wander down his chest, a touch so light that it made him shiver and his skin prickle. When she found his cock she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing it gently, making the head swell more than it already was. Without saying anything, she broke off the kiss and tossed his blankets aside. Straightening up, she put it to the entrance of her pussy and slowly lowered herself down on it with a soft hiss. Then, looking back into his eyes, she started to move up and down.

Reaching out, he put his hands on her waist, gently holding her. Her pussy was hot and tight, making his cock throb madly. Soft moans and hisses emitted from her as she moved up and down on his stiff member. Those snake-like eyes held his gaze as though he were hypnotized. Slowly she built up speed, moving faster and harder up and down on him.

Gently, he thrust his hips up to meet her strokes. Letting one hand fall away from her waist, he then eased it down to her crotch and started to rub her clit in slow circles, causing her to moan even louder. Leaning over, she kissed him again, this time more rough and animalistic. Her soft, rounded breasts rubbing against his naked chest, the nipples, hard, gently poking him.

Easing his arm around to her back, he held her closely, mouth locked with hers. Throbbing madly, he could feel his cock twitching against the silken confines of her pussy; the walks of it gently squeezing him as the gentle friction build. Both their bodies were bathed with sweat, making them slick and their skin shiny. A soft slapping of flesh against flesh grew gradually louder as she thrust onto him faster. He could feel her clit throbbing madly against his finger, telling him how much she was enjoying what they were doing.

Abruptly, she sat up straight and looked down at him, palms resting on his chest, nails digging into the flesh a bit. Throwing her head back, she let out a loud scream, signaling her orgasmic release, body quivering madly, pussy spasming around his turgid member. Unable to contain himself any longer, he let his own orgasm overtake him, shooting his load deep inside her, eyes screwed tightly shut, teeth clenched from the sheer power of it.

When it was over and he lay there, catching his breath, she slowly let his now flaccid member ease out of her, then backed away slightly. Without a word and with a wink she slowly shifted back, curling up on his sweaty chest. Gently, he stroked her head until the drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her and pondering where it would take him.