The Serpent from the Storm: Part I
#1 of The Serpent from the Storm
An ocean-side paradise at the peak of summer. The ideal time and place to enjoy a vacation if it weren't for a strong storm that rocked the coastline. It's a disappointment for vacationers, but Amaru the snake relishes the chance to sneak under the cover of darkness and snatch up the unsuspecting guests of the summer getaway.
This is the first story I've ever been motivated to finish and I think the result is ok. I'm not sure how much attention this will get, but I'd appreciate any constructive criticism. If I'm able to fix enough mistakes (and feel less shy about posting smut I wrote), I plan on posting it on FA with some shiny art to go with it.
Thanks for reading!
Art by Rubcoils on FA http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30090397/
Torrential rain pelted the leaves of the canopy. The jungle erupted with a cacophony of noise as winds whipped water down upon it, and waves crashed into the shore a short walk away. Hidden among the darkness and the leaves, almost impossible to see in the storm this late at night, was a sneaking serpent stalking the trail of his prey.
He set his green eyes upon a small home at the end of a dirt road. The path that was now turned to mush by the downpour wound through the trees toward the beach. The home saw several people over the years come and go, enjoying the normally beautiful ocean-side property. It was a location that he frequented, picking and choosing the prey that fancied him. The faint light of a lamp he spied through the window signaled that his next potential targets had made themselves at home.
The anaconda slithered along the tree branches toward the house. Once above the front deck, he lower himself head first along with his abundant mass of coils. With the tip of his tail he slowly turned the doorknob, careful to not make a noise. He managed to open it wide enough and swiftly glide inside, as he had done so many times before.
Inside was a small living room with cozy furniture surrounding a fireplace. It was openly connected to the kitchen, which was just large enough to accommodate people for a short stay. He could hear the roof creaking from the storm above, with the sound of water flowing down its side. The serpent rose up to the wooden beams connected to the ceiling to stalk from above. It was the only realistic place to hide in such a small open space, even under the cover of darkness.
His first ambushes on the house were much less stealthy, involving him applying more brute force to subdue the occupants. But over time he learned the layout and refined his infiltration plan. Some nights he would wait hours to snatch them up into his coils. He this method when there were more than one in an effort to isolate them, but he mainly enjoyed the thrill of catching them by surprise.
Luckily for him, the fun didn't take long to start. The door to the bedroom slowly opened. A groggy deer walked out and made his way into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and rummaged through its contents. The light gave the serpent a better view of his prey, detailing his soft blue fur and red hair. The deer was a small one, but unmistakably male judging by his flat chest. He only wore a pair of boxers with little tail poking out of the back.
The deer grumbled to himself about someone not bringing the drinks he liked and moved to the couch in the living room. The snake eagerly flicked his tongue and began to move towards his target, masking the little noise he made with the storm. He lowered the tip of his tail down above the deer as he looked outside at the tumultuous weather.
In one quick strike, the anaconda had him in his clutches. The tip of his tail gagged the deer's mouth while a coil placed itself around his neck. The serpent's grip wasn't enough to start choking him, but the deer started to panic. He tugged at the coils, but the serpent was too strong. He had him now. He moved upon his victim, winding his way around the poor deer until he was held by the center of the serpent's lengthy body.
With him now firmly subdued, the snake positioned his head next to the deer's. Underneath the coils he could feel his captor trembling with fear. The serpent pressed himself against his ear.
"There's no need to be scared" the snake hissed to him. The deer stopped shaking and froze in shock. "My name is Amaru. I don't bite."
Amaru's voice was intended to be soothing, but he only put the deer even more on edge. He dragged the length of his tongue across his prey's face, both to taste his delicious scent and to wind him up more.
"I hope you don't mind me sampling you a little though." The snake gave him a few more tastes as the deer helplessly looked on. He could only make faint noises in protest.
"Now then..." Amaru whispered. He quickly wound a bit tighter around his neck. The deer soundlessly opened his mouth to gasp as Amaru pulled the tip of his tail from his throat, playfully dragging it across his tongue. He savored the look on the deer's struggling face before pressing his silky tongue into the open mouth. The snake loosened his grip, allowing the deer to close his mouth on the considerably lengthy tongue placed inside. Amaru immediately began probing his mouth, filling its entirety with the ropey black appendage. He encircled it around the deer's own tongue, feeling it struggle against his.
Amaru locked eyes with his captor as he played with him. The deer continued to struggled, but enjoyed the feeling of his probing. Quick bursts of air blew out of the deer's nose onto the serpent's it pressed against. The weight of the coils had fatigued him by a considerable amount.
"Let me help you relax."
The snake stared even more intensely into his eyes. Green spirals began erupting from his slitted pupils. The deer let out muffled "hmm?" through his occupied mouth. He could feel the serpent's gaze pulling him in and clouding his mind. Though it gave him pleasure, he still had enough willpower to avert his eyes.
Even though Amaru knew he would eventually fall under his spell, he wanted to move things forward. The deer was too distracted by the snake's tongue to notice his tail slithering into his boxers. Amaru wriggled the tip of the tail into his buttocks.
To say that it surprised the little dear was an understatement. His eyes opened wide, staring straight towards Amaru's. With his mind now hazed by the sudden dose of pleasure he was given, it was far easier to draw him deeper into his control.
"That's it. Don't struggle." Amaru hissed encouragingly. The constant motioning of his tail plunged farther into the deer. His body tensed around the tail tip each time he motioned in and out.
Once he showed no more signs of resistance, Amaru gave him one final push. The deer could no longer hold on and moaned more than before. A couple hard thrusts of the snake's tail was enough to finally trigger his climax. The skinny blue deer rocked his hips as far as Amaru's coils would allow him, coaxing him even harder with the feeling of smooth scales rubbing against his cock. His seed pumped itself onto the great snake.
After a few moments of allowing his prey to bask in the afterglow, Amaru withdrew his tongue and tail from the deer, who could only stare blankly into space while he caught his breath. He loosened his grip on his captive's body in effort to help him. The blue deer's fur was damp with a hint of sweat. Amaru lovingly slithered up his chest until his head was resting below the deer's neck.
"What's your name, little guy?" Amaru asked, kissing the deer's neck with his black tongue.
"R-... Remi..." the deer replied between deep breaths. The tone of his voice was flat.
"Remi? I like that." He pondered. Amaru used the end of his tail and positioned the deer's blank stare in front of him. "Now tell me Remi, is there anyone else here with you?"
"Yes..." Remi replied simply.
"Oh, and who would that be?" Amaru's interest was piqued. He relished the nights that he happened upon more prey.
"Coralie... My sister..."
The serpent let out a sinister chuckle. "Let's not keep her waiting then".