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The heat of the jungle was so oppressive that just standing in one place was almost like bathing in thick, dense air. It was a presence almost alive. Something that you could feel, smell, and touch. And yet the men pressed forward wanting to see her. To get closer. To catch any glimpse of her, some even wishing they could catch a whiff of her scent. Their shoulders were tightly compressed, as they stood there, side by side, cross-legged on the ground. In the front, way up front, they had folding chairs, but they had run out of chairs hours before. The men had been sitting there since sundown, baking, sweating, and waiting.

The oppressive heat and humidity made the hours stretch into everlasting torment, but still they stood there in the middle of the jungles of Mexico in the middles of ancient ruins. They would have waited half a lifetime for her.

She was more for them then their mothers, their queen, their gods. There was an almost audible purr after nightfall, as they sat there in the middles of the ruins, talking, smoking, rivulets of sweat pouring down their necks and backs. Their faces glistening, their hair damp, and their clothes sticking to their flesh. They had come from all walks of life to pray for their new goddess.

They barely could remember their lives before the Goddess, they had been here for longer than they cared to remember and many of them never even bothered to remember of who they had been before. The Goddess was greater than themselves, she deserved their undying devotion.

Most of them had been recruited from nearby villages, but many of the men waiting for the goddess had bought in for the night with every kind of currency they could lay their hands on, everything from American dollars to Russian rubles to cigarettes.

Anything, anything to see her. They would do anything to see Itzel.

Music erupted from the jungle, strange sounds that never before had been heard by humans, melodies that had been composed eons before the first human had ever walked the Earth. The music resonated in their very souls and all of the sudden the air wasn't thick so much as sultry, the heat no longer oppressive but sensual, and they felt their bodies stir in a way they hadn't in a long, long time.

It wasn't just lust they felt for her, it was something deeper and more intense, something that should have frightened them if they could think rationally. They felt the first stirrings of it now as they waited, every moment a pulse beat as a flute began to wail. The music wrenched at the gut and was almost painful. Every face, every man, held his breath and stood still. She walked out of the darkness, the ruins suddenly glowing with eerie light as she approached them, they saw her, slivers of light sought her in the distance. It found her and there was a flash of jade scales, the shimmer of her serpentine body as she approached them. The music intensified, drilling in their heads, and suddenly she stood there before them. Blinding perfection that was framed by silver and gold.

There was an audible sigh from the men who watched her, a perfect blend of desire and ecstasy and pain. Her scales were like the purest jade, almost shining under the moonlight, long colorful feathers covered her head. Her inhuman eyes danced, her mouth smiled, she held her hands out toward them as she sang a ballad older than human civilization, and her voice was deeper than any woman they remembered. She was more beautiful than any they had known. She slithered and revealed endless, exquisite scales, the green perfection of her scales marked by black sinuous lines.

"Oh Goddess ..." One voice murmured in a back row, and around him, a hundred young men smiled.

They all felt that way about her, had from the first moment they had seen her. She had come to this new world recently. For many years, she had been seen as nothing more than an old legend of frightened farmers, but when people started to walk into the forest to never to return it started to attract the attention.

Her voice had grown mournful as she sang to them of her old home, an empire unseen by human eyes that surpassed anything the human race could hope to achieve. In the front row, the men who watched begun to cry and sob desperately. She wasn't human, but in that moment, they hated their own humanity that separated them from her. If only they could reach her, if only they could touch her and shed their disgusting flesh. Itzel heard their pleas and as if listening to their prayers she brought salvation.

"Holy shit... She's fantastic!" Richard Colton's eyes lit up in complete bliss as he followed her every move with almost obsessive intent.

In his mid-thirties, Richard was about five-ten, with a rugged creased face and black hair. His usually short hair and clean-shaven face, were disheveled and mangy after seven weeks trekking through distant villages dense jungles until he finally found the source of the rumors. Richard's blue eyes were fixed on the serpentine creature that seemed escaped from a dream; he couldn't stop following her very movement, hearing her every word.

At thirty-two, Richard Colton was the youngest commander in Royal Department of Ungentlemanly Warfare. Nevertheless, he had experience that belied his age.

At last, he said, "We need to report that."

"We do, sir," Jacob Books responded immediately. Jacob and Richard had been friends for several years. Solid and compact, Jacob was built like a box fighter with a flat nose that had been broken too many times, sunken eyes and thick black eyebrows. Even though he was older then Richard, he had been passed behind in the promotion line for being too friendly with the common soldiers. Richard had brought him into his unit as the Staff Sergeant.

"Let's just hear this one more song," Richard said. "Try to find us an exit."

"Just one more music," Jacob muttered and Richard nodded in agreement, there was no reason to force the men to miss on such divine song.

For the longest time they had watched her in total silence as the music seeped into their brains, as the words of the inhuman language impressed their meanings in their minds, but after the first half hour, they could bear it no more. They screamed, they hooted, they keened for her, they howled. And when the last song started they felt it energy rushing through their bodies, the words that seemed to pierce their minds and impose new thoughts.

With ever so swift gestures of hand, Itzel commanded them to follow her through the deep woods, the fragments and ruins glowing eerily under the moonlight, marking an ancient path on the ground.

Richard and Jacob knew that this was their chance to escape, it would be a simple matter of walking away under the cover of the darkness, but he could see nothing but the path that stretched in front of him; he could desire nothing but to follow it to its end.

A numbness took over his body. He looked at Jacob as confusion numbed his mind. He kept walking forward, kept following the voice of this estrange creature that more and more seemed like an envoy of ancestral goddesses.

The path seemed to stretch into infinity ahead of him, a few of the men had collapsed on the first meters, rolling on the floor and mothering to themselves in the strange language, their human throats incapable of reproducing the sounds correctly. Jacob was only a few steps behind him, putting one foot in front of the other with great effort, his face covered in sweat. His legs gave way and he fell to his knees. He could hear the blood pounding on his ears and the warm air on his throat, but the voice of the goddess commanded him to keep moving. He blinked heavily, his body drained of all its strength. His clothes were constricting him, too heavy, too hot for this place.

Richard kept going, knowing that he never would be able to forgive himself if he disobeyed the orders of the goddess. His clothes seemed to get tighter with each step, the fabric rubbing against his skin with every move, the inhuman words offered relief from the pain of his weak human body.

The glowing stones drew shadows on the dark forest, ancient and inhuman creatures that followed the men in their march through the path.

Tropical heat washed over their bodies, flowed through their blood like poison. Richard felt his body hot, the clothes digging into his skin as he was flushed with sweat.

He dozed for a moment, his body begging for sleep. A low groan came from inside his body, below his stomach. His shirt squeezed his abdomen, his nipples growing hot and sensible, brushing harshly against the shirt with every step.

He forced himself to keep moving, to keep putting a foot in front of the other. He tentatively looked behind to see Jacob on his knees, his eyes looking straight up as he muttered bizarre verses to himself. Many others had collapsed on the floor, rolling on the dirt and adding their voices to the music, repeating the ancient words.

"Jacob, come on," Richard tried, reaching to his friend with both hands. "We can do it."

"No, I can't," the man grunted. "She is talking to me."

"You can beat that," Richard tried, taking long breaths. "She can't confuse your mind."

"No, this is my voice," Jacob muttered. "She uses my voice, she is me."

A sudden cramp struck Richard's legs. He fell to his knees, tears coming to his eyes as he gripped at his legs. His clothes scorched his skin. His head throbbed in pain, as impossible memories seemed to filter into his conscience, memories of a vast empire inhabited by beings of cold blood. He muttered impossible words between grunts of pain. The aching pulse rippled down through his body, forcing its way between his thighs.

He dragged himself ahead; he only wanted to escape this place, to bring word of this strange creature to the Queen.

Queen.

The word echoed in his mind and the visage of Itzel was the only thing he could think, she was the true queen. Daughter of the skies, conqueror of the land, mother of the scaled-ones.

Richard screamed. He couldn't stop himself, but the sound came like a meek croak. He couldn't breathe. He was too hot. He was burning, fevered with strange sensations that seemed to fill his body and mind.

His shoulders fell to the ground, his fingers clenching the grass. Tears rolled from his eyes. There were too many sensations at once that he had never experienced before.

"God... Goddess give me strength." He was snarling, growling. "Cleave my soul."

There was shifting, growing, pushing deep inside of him, like something was blossoming bigger and stronger.

His fingers clawed at his head, trying to silence the disturbing thoughts, but his hands found his hair falling in big clumps.

It was too much. His clothes strangled his neck and had a death grip on his chest. He loosened the buttons on his breastplate for more breathing room, then kicked off his boots and slid the plated cuisses off his legs. Bit by bit, he stripped off his clothes, throwing them as far away as he could, ripping them from his body in disgust.

The last part were his dog tags, thrown away without a second thought. He begged the goddess to take the pain away.

His flesh was tender, overstretched beneath his touch and his legs completely unresponsive.

Richard felt the world tilt as a name surged in his mind.

"Colel..." He whispered it pleadingly.

Crawling on the floor, one hand went to his legs, massaging his thighs and hips, the skin seemed to be flaking off, coming out dried. He could feel the spasms of his swollen, aching organs.

"Colel...Colel, daughter of Itzel, second in command of the Clans of the Sunrise."

Richard frowned. The voice told stories and imprinted feelings on his mind.

"Come in," the voice commanded. "Come in, I've been expecting you."

Wet heat erupted between his thighs, ripping his skin as a long tail tore through his skin.

Deep, plunging slashes erupted around his body, the human skin coming apart and showing the scales under it. Hard, forceful, stripping away his humanity, tearing past his restraint. It changed every cell of his body, every molecule. He felt the muscles of his legs atrophying, heard his own curses coming in the inhuman language. He was lost within a maelstrom he could have never imagined existed.

"Please..." He was barely aware he was begging, pleading. "More. More."

On instinct, one of his hands slid and pressed between his legs. He made a soft grunt, a noise of surprise. He tried to pull his hand back, but couldn't will herself to pull away. His fingers traced where once his cock had been, but found only a swollen mound, and then pushed open his folds.

A dull ache spread through his head as more memories and tales filled him to the point that his human life seemed like a small and distant memory. Now he had two fingers squeezed into his new pussy, rubbing back and forth while he squirmed on the floor. His skin was coming out without pain, just as a snake would change his kin.

His hips bucked up against his hands and his bones creaked beneath his skin. His hips grew wider, his swollen breasts growing faster, getting heavier.

Another throb rolled through his head, followed by another aching rush below his waist. His pussy was damp. He had never been this excited before. He wanted to stop but he physically couldn't pull himself free. He was on his back, staring up at the night sky above him, fingers sunk into his pussy up to his third knuckle.

His new tail was lashing about, moving in spasms of pleasure. He prayed for his new goddess, two fingers burying into his damp slit, he was unable to stop his needy cry or the arch of his body.

In response to his prayers, Itzel came to him.

"I missed you so much, dear daughter," she said. "Let me help you out of this disgusting skin, sweet Coliel."

Her voice was smooth and joyful, but her touch was rough, arousing. With her sharp claws she helped Richard shed his skin, starting with his neck, where a small cut was all that was needed to free his hood, the human skin so easily peeling away. Richard felt his juices flow over the goddess' fingers, his cunt contracting painfully with the need for release.

"Please, Mother." Was that him? His own voice seemed distant and weak, replaced by Coliel's pleading voice. Her begging for something she knew would destroy him.

"Coliel, my beloved daughter," Itzel smiled with barely contained lust.

Her fingers parted the swollen flesh between Coliel's thighs even as she reached for her mother and goddess, craving to feel her smooth scales, to feel her cold touch.

A cry fell from Coliel's lips. Her gaze jerked between her thighs where Itzel was slowly burying three fingers inside her. Working them into her taut channel, twisting them with sharp little movements of her wrist and extracting long and debauched moans from her throat.

Coliel wanted to pray, to bow down to her mother as she felt her fingers stroking inside her body, caressing her, sensitizing her until she was writhing, her hips pushing forward as she coveted for it to be deeper, faster, harder.

"I need you, sweet Coliel," she pulled her close with one hand as the other kept plunging into her swollen folds, the fingers teasing her new nervous terminations.

"Don't stop," Coliel panted. "Please. Please don't stop."

Itzel thrust her fingers inside her again, deeper, harder, stronger, and Coliel held her breath.

"Do you remember now, my daughter?" Itzel closed her eyes, drawing in her daughter's scent. After an eternity alone, it was enough to bring her to the edge of intoxication with the sweetness of it.

Coliel's body was demanding her mother's touch. She clenched her fangs as Itzel's longue, serpentine tongue smoothed over her neck. Her blood beat hard and fast beneath the tender skin as her body kept changing, losing every trace of humanity.

"I remember, Mother..."

"The old gods have taken you away from me once, my daughter. They made you into a stinky monkey and confused your mind. I remade you, now your body is ready for you to assume your place at my side, and what is not yet prepared, will be prepared in due time."

Itzel's tail curled around Coliel's smaller body, the tip was pressed against the crease of her buttocks.

"See how your body changes and grow," Itzel said gently, her hand pressed over Coliel's stomach. "Soon you will be ready to breed, to become a mistress of beasts."

Coliel's breasts rose and fell in a hard, fast rhythm. Perspiration glistened on the silken scales, emphasizing the swollen curves and dark, elongated nipples.

"I'll give birth," she muttered under her breath, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'll allow the beasts to take my body and carry their eggs. I'll be your brood mother."

"Nature will follow its course, my daughter," Itzel touched her face, helping to remove the old skin, licking clean her new scales. "Soon you will be carrying eggs, but before that let me experience your touch once more."

Itzel gave her daughter no chance to answer or to argue. She whimpered when their lips touched, opening to her mother, her hands moving timidly to Itzel shoulders.

She was as intoxicating. Coliel allowed her mother's long tongue to stroke over her trembling lips in quick ravenous kisses, to enter deep into her mouth until she felt it bulging her throat. Coliel's sensible nipples were pressing against Itzel larger breasts, rubbing together as they enlaced in their voracious kiss. Their tails enlacing and coiling around each other with a demanding lust.

Coliel whipped her head back, her breath ragged as her mother begun to suckle on her nipples. Coliel hungered for Itzel's kiss, her touch. With a glance to the side she saw Jacob and the others, the ones that had begun this path with her in what appeared to have been a lifetime ago. They were being changed; scales shinning under the moonlight were the human skin had been stripped. With some surprise, she noticed they were praying for them, prostrating themselves for their goddess and her daughter.

Coliel opened her mouth, her tongue teasing Itzel, licking her long neck and crown of feathers, begging for her kisses. Itzel moved further over her, her long tongue invading her daughter's mouth, licking her lips, her tongue, the edge of her fangs until Coliel closed her mouth around the tongues and suckled at it desperately.

The taste that filled her mouth sent her senses spinning. The goddess tasted of a summer thunderstorm. She twisted in Itzel's arms, pressing harder against her. She needed, yearned for more. Her entire body felt tender, her arousal building higher, to heights she never dreamed of knowing.

Itzel held Coliel's wrists above her head, her tongue stroked against one overly sensitive nipple, Coliel arched violently, being held down only by their enlaced tails, and a cry of pleasure erupting from her throat.

"Mother..." She trembled beneath Itzel's caressing tongue.

"How pretty you are," she breathed out roughly. "How many years I've dreamed of tasting your sweet milk, Coliel."

She moaned aloud in the night as Itzel's tongue kept caressing her sensitive flesh.

Itzel kept her grip in her daughter's arms as she slowly helped her daughter lower, shivering at her tongue caressing her own nipples, belly and then the blistering swollen heat in her vagina. Coliel had lost any inclination to resist, lost in wicked lust as her mother guided her mouth to her swollen, moist curves of her scaly cunt. Coliel stroked over Itzel's swollen clit with her tongue, circling it with a smooth, sensuous lick that made the goddess moan in wicked pleasure and jerk of her hips as she sought a deeper touch.

Coliel obliged and pushed her serpentine tongue forward; pushing it deep into her mother's swollen sex. There was heat and fire, and then there was mindless ecstasy as she lapped at it, savoring her mother's fluids. It overtook the two of them, wrapping them in the blazing embrace of an impending orgasm.

The delicious pulsing thrusts of pleasure ravaging their bodies resonated in their very souls, the fiery waves of pleasure crashing unto themselves until their collapsed into a single moment of endless pleasure. Mother and daughter moaned and writhed together, tightening their coils around themselves, bucking their hips up and shamelessly kissing themselves in front of their worshipers.

In the midst of the dazzling afterglow, Itzel moved around Coliel and forced Coliel to lay on her back against the ground. Coliel still looked at her in surprise, but then she felt the heated tip of Itzel's tail pressing against her virgin slit, she felt it warming, relaxing, yet triggering a deeper, primitive need inside of her.

With one hard stroke, Itzel filled the swollen, hungry depths of her daughter's cunt with her thick tail.

She climaxed once more on the first stroke. Coliel gasped for breath, her head whipping against the ground as her hands clawed at the earth, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Her mother's tail filled her as it surged through swollen tissue, but the bite of pain did little to cool the violent arousal. She moaned loudly with debauched freedom as she felt Itzel's lips caress her neck, her long fangs roughly rubbing against her nipples.

Despite the echoes of pleasure that still rippled over their bodies, they needed more. The tail dragged past the gripping muscles of Coliel's cunt, only to return in a hard stroke of inhuman pleasure.

"More," Coliel gasped, her hands grabbing Itzel's tight, her sharp claws scratching her scales, drawing some blood as she pulled Itzel closer. Itzel bit her with her long, poisonous fangs, piercing the tender, swollen flesh of her nipples as she began to fuck her hard and deep with her tail. Coliel could feel the tail battering at the entrance to her womb, stroking her higher, filling her, driving her farther into the brutal maelstrom of sensation. Orgasm came in ravaging pleasure as her womb tightened around the tail and she felt the fangs on her nipples. Violent pleasure that crashed over their bodies with blinding intensity.

"Itzel..." Reality ceased to exist, just the two of them coiled around each other, basking in afterglow.

"I'm sorry," Itzel whispered, sighing deeply, licking the places where her fangs had pierced Coliel's skin. "I needed that too much, I didn't wanted to hurt you..."

"A small amount of pain is a small price to pay to be once more reunited with my beloved mother," Coliel smiled, her mother's poison wouldn't hurt her, but it would cause her to experience euphoria and increased blood pressure for a while. "The pain I felt living as a human was much worse, but you have freed me from that."

Itzel slithered back, relaxing their coil and removing a pair or rings that decorated her feathers. "Have those as a gift, my daughter, a symbol of our union."

Coliel smiled and took the rings, clasping them on her nipples without hesitation. The sensuality of her action seemed to inflame some of her followers and even Itzel. Coliel smiled happily, they would need to find even more volunteers.