The Serpent's Corruption
Written by TwistedSnakes
The golden double doors of the Silver Serpent open up to you, revealing an expansive lobby laid with marble tiles and alabaster pillars. A giant chandelier made out of hundreds of crystal bulbs hangs from the high ceiling, casting a soft orange glow over the entire hall.
You can't help but sense your own anticipation as you walk up to the front desk. Ever since you saw an internet advertisement for the biggest bondage casino in the world, you've been hoping for the opportunity to experience the Silver Serpent. It's no surprise then that when your company decides to send you on an all-expenses-paid business trip in the area, you went with the Silver Serpent's hotel, built right above the casino itself.
Checking in is as smooth as you could possibly imagine: just a simple identification with a face scan and you're handed your room card that doubles as a casino pass.
"We can send your luggage up to your room first if you'd like to check out our games," the hotel staff offers, flashing you an understanding smile.
"Sure, that'll be great," you nod back. The service here is amazing.
A drone immediately comes up to your luggage bags, completely clad in a skin-tight rubber suit that left nothing to imagination, except for his faceless latex hood. He pushes away your luggage bags without saying a word, leaving you free to explore on your own.
You walk down the lavish corridors, coming to a high-ceilinged hall with various casino games arranged in neat clustered throughout the room: poker, cramps, roulette, and many other games that you don't recognize.
You settle for a quick game of blackjack. Placing your casino pass onto the marked area in the table in front of you, you are greeted with your casino credits. The dealer hands you two cards and you begin playing.
After a few games, a snake takes the seat next to you and joins the game. He's wearing a navy blue suit that complements his jet-black scales, and the scent of his perfume fills your nose: a soft, lavender smell with a subtler, masculine oak.
A few more games go on before he nods to catch your attention.
"You play well," he compliments you.
"Thanks, you don't fare too badly either," you grin back, turning to face him. Pure charm seems to emanate from his body, from his confident smile to his well-fitted suit, from his polished scales to his streamlined form. His deep blue eyes seem to draw you into them and you feel almost like you're falling down a long tunnel, plunging deeper and deeper.
"Me?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your trance, "Nah, I'm a casual player."
"You? No way," you sneer incredulously, trying to conceal the fact that you were distracted.
"Haha," he throws up his hands in feigned resignation, "Tell you what, since you're so confident in my skills, let's play one more game: if I'm closer to twenty-one than you-without going over, of course-I'll admit defeat."
"And what do I win?"
"I'll bring you to my room and I'll show you a good time," he flashes you a million-dollar smile without skipping a beat.
You're taken aback by what could possibly be the most direct invitation you've ever received. "Sure," you try to look nonchalant about the prospects of finding yourself alone with him. Feeling his muscular form with your fingertips. His strong arms around you.
You break out of your reverie as two cards are dealt to you. A jack and a ten. That makes a twenty. You have half a mind to take another card to go bust but the dealer comes to you almost immediately. Before you can react, your instincts kick in and you blurt out "Pass" before you can stop yourself.
You fight the urge to kick yourself. "It's fine," you tell yourself, "It wouldn't have been in the spirit of the wager to lose on purpose."
But you quickly regret your choice as you give the snake another sideways glance. Maybe you could ask him out later.
He points his finger to his pair of cards and the dealer hands him one more which he picks up and adds to his hand.
The dealer goes around for a few more turns until all the other players at the table stand or went bust. The dealer's hand is revealed, showing a total of eighteen. You show your hand of twenty. At least you walk away with your winnings.
Beside you, the serpent flips his cards to show a total of twenty-one. You almost do a double-take and your heart begins beating faster in anticipation.
He turns to you and shrugs, "Guess I lose the bet, huh?"
After watching the credits pour into your card, you follow the serpent as he leaves the table.
"Let me properly introduce myself," he turns to you with his hand outstretched, "I'm Sephos, but you can call me Seth for short."
You return the handshake and introduce yourself.
"Pleased to meet you," he smiles, leading you down the maze of corridors to a lift lobby. He taps his hotel card against a scanner in the wall and a lift opens up with Sephos' floor already lit up on the panel of numbered buttons.
"Ahh, the wonders of technology," he grins.
Indeed, the Silver Serpent seems to have spared no expenses to integrate technology to automate everything that could possibly automated. With a soft chime, the elevator doors open and Sephos takes the lead, bringing you to his hotel room.
Another tap of the keycard opens up the door and you step in after him. The spacious living room is furnished with a sleek coffee table, surrounded by modern couches. A widescreen television panel is built into the wall in front of the couches, and a grand piano sits in a corner of the room. The back of the room opens up to a huge balcony where a blue-lit swimming pool overlooks the night cityscape of the town.
"Wow," you gasp quietly.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Sephos takes off his suit jacket and folds it up, hanging it on the back of the couch, "I'd say the extra ten thousand a night makes this worth it. Tried the room service earlier; they came within thirty seconds of me tapping the button."
"What do you think?" he turns to face you.
"I think it's amazing," you utter. He comes up to you until he's face to face with you. He stands slightly taller than you, teasingly stroking a finger against your crotch where your bulge rested.
"Mmm..." you silently moan.
"Excited too," the serpent gives you a grin. He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of rubber trunks, "Join me in the pool?" he nods.
"W-wait!" you stutter.
"Hmm?"
"I...I don't have my trunks with me," you admit bashfully.
"Is that it?" he smiles reassuringly before tapping on the room service button, "Could you bring up a pair of swimwear for my friend over here?"
You find yourself changed into a set of swimming trunks, standing on the edge of the pool feeling somewhat exposed. Sephos is already seated on an underwater ledge, letting jets of water massage his scaled body. He puts down his wine glass and pours another one for you.
"Surely your idea of a good time goes beyond standing naked at the side of a pool," he jests.
You hesitate for a moment and he seems to sense your reservation.
"Don't worry about it, nobody's looking," he reassures you. You nod and step into the pool.
As you sit down beside him, you feel your body pressed from all sides by the strong water currents. He hands you your glass of wine. "And if they are, let them watch," he finishes.
You blush from his suggestive allusion. He has quite the way with words. You lean back and enjoy the pulsating jets of water against your body. You haven't noticed how tense your muscles were until you begin relaxing in the pool.
Slowly adjusting your sitting position, you steal a glance at him, barely able to make out his body under the moving surface of the water. His gaze catches yours and you can't help but stare into his eyes. His blue eyes pull you into them again; his hypnotic gaze immobilizing you.
"Go on," he seems to tell you silently. Did he actually say it out? Or was it a figment of your imagination, further fueled by your suppressed desires? Either way, your hand slides over to him, stroking his defined obliques with deliberate movements. Your other hand joins in, moving up his body to his pecs.
Your member presses against the form-fitting lycra of your swimming trunks; pent-up, just like you are. You feel every inch of his sculpted body under the water, making out with your sense of touch where your sense of sight could not perceive. The serpent's body was impossibly perfect. Michelangelo would've ignored David and sculpted a statue of Sephos instead, if only he lived in the Renaissance period.
Sephos watches you silently and you can almost sense the air of confidence around him. He's enjoying the attention you are giving his body and you know that very well. He returns the favour as he reaches out and slides his finger down your crotch, stroking your eager cock through the thin lycra. You barely suppress a moan from the startling but welcome caress.
A few hours ago you'd have thought such a scenario impossible; laughable, even. But now you're locked in an embrace with a handsome snake, squeezing his firm butt like there was no tomorrow. Something about him just seems so enticing, so irresistible. Something that goes beyond his good lucks, his suave demeanour. Something within you wants him, no, needs him.
Before you know it, your hands are all over his latex trunks, tracing the edges of his sizable dick with fervent motions. You can barely ignore the allure of his throbbing shaft through the skin-tight rubber as you begin to rub his firm flesh through the trunks.
With a swift swoop, Sephos lifts you out of the water with his arms. His broad tail helps him keep his balance as he carries you into his bedroom. The bedroom ceiling is just as high as the living room, making it feel like a giant chapel with its painted ceiling murals. If you closed your eyes, you can almost hear the choirs of angels singing.
The both of you are drenched, dripping pool water over the thick carpet. He throws you down on the bed where you bounce on the soft, springy mattress. The comfy sheets press against your body, drying you out as you gaze at the ceiling. Sephos joins you, planting his palms on either side of your head, pinning you down with his body.
Your hands rise to trace every curve of his firm chest. Everything you do feels natural. Instinctive. As if deep inside, you've always wanted this for yourself. His smooth scales rub against your chest as he pushes your hands aside and grinds his bulge against yours. You can barely contain your moans as he does so, the underside of your needy cock feeling the firmness of the entire length of his shaft.
Sephos teases you more, nuzzling his snout under your jaw and down the side of your neck. You shudder from the sensual pleasure his soft scales give you as he uses his forked tongue to explore your erogenous zones. He lifts his head up to face you and your eyes meet his.
You want this.
You know you do.
He swoops in for your lips, giving you a long, intense kiss as he takes the lead, gently sucking on your lips as his tongue dances around yours. He pulls away and he looks deeply into you. Then he comes back in for another union of lips. His hands are exploring all over your body, pressing down on you as your hands wrap around his neck, feeling his muscular neck hood its sides.
After what feels like an eternity of you two locked in each other's embrace, his lips depart yours. You're out of breath but Sephos still looks composed as if the show of intimacy was an effortless endeavour for him. Pushing himself up so that he's kneeling over you, he pulls off his shiny latex trunks, revealing his full-lengthed dick. It stands in front of you perfectly erect, more enthralling now that you see it with your own eyes.
You know what you must do next. You crawl over to him and press your lips against the tapered tip of his cock.
You freeze as your senses suddenly hit you like a solid break to the side of your head; you're not supposed to be doing this. Getting into bed with a stranger you've only met an hour or so ago. This isn't right.
You want to pull back but the serpent grabs your head and pulls you in. His member enters your maw and his musk fills your nose, interrupting your thoughts. You're enjoying yourself anyway.
There's nothing to worry about.
Your tongue explores his flesh as he thrusts into your mouth. Exactly the way you want it. You want his cock. Every inch of it. His precum fills your mouth like sweet nectar and you suck fervently on it, licking up every last drop.
Fuck.
You're filled with mixed feelings. The sight. The feel. The taste. The smell. All of it overwhelming your sensations as it floods you with pure, erotic pleasure. But at the same time, you want more. MORE.
Something heavy splatters over the top of your head, breaking your lust-filled trance. Another drop hits the white sheets, staining it black with a shiny liquid.
What's going on?
You try to pull back but Sephos holds your head, forcing you to stay on his dick as you gag on it.
"Stay," his voice fills your mind. A firm instruction.
Your heart skips a beat and you panic. You still don't know what that dark goo is.
"Stay," his voice repeats. Somehow you're hearing his words as if he's guiding your instincts rather than speaking through your ear. You calm down and focus. Focus on the cock in front of you. The only thing that matters.
More goo drips down over your head, flowing in steady streams down your head but you concentrate on the task at hand: giving your full attention to Sephos' sceptre.
"Good boy," the serpent's voice purrs into your head, filling your mind with vibrant bursts of happy colours. His hands rub all over your head, smearing liquid latex all over you.
Was it coming from his scales?
Your eyes can't see but it doesn't matter; your hands move to grasp his shaft and you work his cock with your sense of touch. Your arms are coated with the viscous rubber too as you continue stroking them all over Sephos' body.
Your eyes can see again as the serpent pushes the goo away. He continues to press the latex against your muzzle, moulding it. He gives you a draconic maw, shaping sharp jaws out of where your muzzle once was.
The sight snaps you back to your senses.Was he transforming you?
You need to get out.
"Mfft!" you struggle against his iron grip. Sephos looks displeased but that's none of your concern.
But you're only lying to yourself.
His displeasure is your concern, as is his pleasure.
You want this.
You know you do.
The moment you saw the advertisement for the Silver Serpent was the moment you knew you want this.
You've wanted this from the start.
There's no stopping this.
There's no turning back.
You fervently engulf the cock in front of you; the only thing that matters in the collective ensemble of reality. Pleasure. His pleasure is your pleasure. And all you had to do was to let go. Let go of all your inhibitions and attune yourself to your deepest desires.
Sephos' hands grasp the top of your head and squeezes. Horns start to press through the top of your head and the serpent shapes them, forming sharp, sleek spikes. You're turning into a dragon. His dragon.
Your rubber-coated arms shift into muscular limbs from under the rubber and your hands turn into sharp claws. A darkness has spread all over the white bedsheets, turning them black as you claw into them, lost in your zealous pursuit of pleasure. The rest of the latex spreads over the lower half of your body, turning your feet into draconic claws and your tail into a thick, muscular appendage.
Sephos lets out a loud moan: a song of pleasure in your ears as he spills his warm, rich seed down your throat. You lap up every last drop of it, letting his nectar feed you. Feed your soul. And you hunger for more.
More.
MORE.
YOU WANT MORE.
Sephos grabs your latex-dripping form, lifting you up effortlessly as he stands at his full height.
His cock.
You want his cock.
Every thought you think materializes in your throat as a deep, guttural voice.
BUT YOU WANT E?ERY INCH OF ?IS GLORIOUS COCK INSIDE YOU.
EVERY F?CKIN? INCH.
His shaft stands upright and you know you want it.
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HIS CUM ENTERS YOU.?YOUR REWARD AND GIFT AS?YOU RAISE YOUR?NEW ?DRACONIC WINGS IN PRIDE.?HE LETS YOU FALL TO THE FLOOR.?YOU'RE PANTING ON THE GROUND.?TRANSFORMATION CONSUMMATED. A FULL DEMONIC?DRAGON. YOU STAND UP TO FACE YOUR DIVINE MASTER. HE'S?A GOD. YOUR GOD.
HE WILL SOON REIGN OVER THIS WORLD.
AND YOU SHALL SERVE BESIDE HIS THRONE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
~ End ~