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Well, of course you want to see her again. What sort of fool would you be if you turned down the opportunity to spend some time alone with the giant snake who seems fond of you? Or you hope she is, anyway. Your first encounter was an intensely intimate one, though you haven't heard from her since. That's okay. There's no need to rush. You can tell she values her solitude, and insisting on visiting again would just make her more likely to be reclusive. Yet you can't help but feel elated when you see that adorable hand-written invitation among your usual mail. Such an old-fashioned way of contacting you, but that's just the sort of woman she is. Though you have to wonder how she actually managed to write such a thing.

Such thoughts are irrelevant when you've got such an opportunity on your hands. Your first encounter with her is still deeply ingrained in your memory. The bumpy texture of her scaly body, the sensation of her forked tongue on your skin, her scent - it all leaves you feeling nice and warm inside whenever you think about it. Maybe you've developed a bit of a crush on her, but who could blame you? That just seems like the natural reaction to encountering such a lovely cobra. The invitation is an open one. An offer to visit 'whenever you like' is one you can only interpret as immediately. There's barely enough time to get yourself ready, as far as you're concerned.

Rather than fling yourself directly out the door, you do make sure to get yourself properly prepared. A good shower with your best scents, and some time with your hair, your face, everything you can possibly do to get yourself fresh and ready for the lovely serpent. Maybe you're presuming a lot. All she said was she would like to see you. That could mean she just wants a guest for tea, for all you know. But given your first time with her involved squeezing, kissing, and a powerful orgasm milked out of you while balls-deep in her squeezing slit - maybe you're being perfectly reasonable. Either way, you're looking your absolute best by the time you set out the door. It's time to say hello to your venomous neighbour.

It's a short trek to her quiet home. You could have easily visited any time, but you respect her privacy. Her garden is thriving in these warm summer months. The flowers bloom brightly and intertwine into a fragrant rainbow. The heat might be a little much for someone like you, but for her, it's probably just right. Why, she's even left the comfort of her home for a little while. You glimpse her from afar, those golden scales gleaming in the sunlight to make her look all the more elegant. And that little watering can she clutches in her mouth - that's just too cute. You're left blushing before she even notices you. Soon enough, she turns her gaze to you. While her expressions might be hard to read, the shiny look in her eyes is enough to say she's happy to see you. You have to fight the urge to just run towards her and throw yourself into her embrace.

Once she finishes her watering, she sets her tools aside to greet you. Her hiss is as warm and welcoming as you remember it.

"That was certainly quick."

You rub the back of your head, a bit embarrassed. Before you can explain yourself, she playfully flicks her tongue at you and continues.

"I am very pleased to see you. A part of me worried, after the first time, you might be too nervous to see me again ..."

She trails off, and you can hear some slight sadness in her voice, even through the hiss. You're quick to wave off such worries, using both hands to make a comforting gesture as you explain yourself.

"Nervous? Of course not. I couldn't wait, honestly. I've just been thinking about the way you treated me, how nice it felt just to be with you, and not even just the sex part, I just ..."

You stop yourself when you realize you're babbling. She doesn't seem to mind. You're pretty sure that's a smile on her lovely face, all framed by her perpetually raised hood. Does she do that on purpose to look pretty? Or is she nervous herself?

"You are very kind. I don't expect people to enjoy being with someone like me. But when I find someone who does ..."

She trailed off and fell into a deep, intensely sultry hiss. It feels as if the sound is stroking down the back of your neck, working its way down your spine like a cool, wet tongue. You lightly shudder as she goes in a lower voice.

"I wish to indulge with them every way I possibly can. Even an old snake like me still has needs, I'll have you know."

When she really leans into her own snakishness, she's almost too seductive. You start to worry about the strength of your own knees when you notice them wobbling a little beneath you. It'd be terribly embarrassing for you to pass out before you even get to feel the touch of her scales. You're starting to get turned on, too. There's nothing wrong with that. The way she gathers up her coils into an elegant spring shape and sways her head back and forth in front of yours is enough to make anyone squirm. She flicks her tongue again, and you interpret it as a beckon. It's like your feet move on their own. You're caught up in her spell and lured into her embrace. There's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Of course, you have to wonder. You're not exactly in the privacy of her own home. Though her isolated living situation means it's not exactly likely someone might wander by in the middle of your intimacy. Still, you softly murmur a question to her.

"Right here?"

"Right here. I enjoy the sun and the breeze. Let us enjoy ourselves amid the garden."

Her confidence quickly dispels your slightest doubts. You nod.

"That sounds great, Thast."

With a broad smile on your face, you lean in for a kiss. She meets your lips as best she can. That means pressing her mouth against your entire face, but the intent of the gesture is enough. You blush. You're warm and soft compared to her firm, cool scales, and all you want to do is fall into her squeezy hug and heat her up. That's when your legs finally do give out, but only because she swept them out from under you with the thin half of her coils. You tumble into her and find yourself carefully cushioned by her thick body. You rub your face against her cheek and then down her neck while she wraps you up from shoulders to ankles, ever so gently. The bliss that comes from simply giving in, from letting your body fall and be taken by her is such a soothing one. You know she'll take care of you.

Her scales are as calming as they are cool on a warm summer's day. You don't try to get your arms from your sides. She's not constricting yet, merely holding you, but being bound by the serpent feels too good to bother squirming. Aside from the excited wriggling anyway. You're bulging, pounding in your shorts, but you're still more than content to take it nice and slow. She looms over you a while, simply looking you up and down. There's affection even in those cold reptilian eyes. For a snake, she exudes a certain kind of warmth, the kind that makes you feel as if everything's going to be alright as long as she is near. That silly thing you've spent much of the day worrying about, it's gone now, along with everything else so you can solely focus on the beautiful cobra who wants to hold you and kiss you.

"You're so gorgeous ..." you can't help but reverently murmur. The sunlight reflecting on her hood makes her look almost angelic for a moment.

"You are sweet," she simply says, sounding a little embarrassed. Then she dips down and runs her forked tongue along your cheek, under your chin, slowly, tenderly. She tastes every last detail of your face and leaves you lightly slathered in a layer of her saliva, basking in her gentle breath once she is done. "In more ways than one."

There's that certain feeling again, that extra tingly sensation crawling down your spine. You know she could so easily eat you. She's enormous, she's venomous, and she has you. Yet she seems happy to simply squeeze a little, to compress her coils around your body and let you feel a brief spike of breathlessness before you gasp out as she relaxes. Her tea-scented breath is oddly soothing, even with her fangs so clearly on display, mere inches from your face. She looms, she sways, she contentedly hisses, until those snake sounds mingle with one single, firm command.

"Kiss me."

You do. It involves simply throwing caution to the wind and leaning in to meet the lower lip of that great serpentess with your own. A wet smooch is enough to make her hiss a little louder. It doesn't sound aggressive. You're pretty sure that means keep going, so you lay your kisses all over the surface of your mouth, working from top to bottom, lip to lip, and inside to smek against that sleek mawflesh. There isn't a single part of you that knows what hesitation is when you're dealing with her. You all but place your head directly in her mouth. When her lips close around you and partly shroud you in darkness, you don't flinch. Instead, you simply welcome her tender suckles while she pushes her tongue right past your lips for you to suck. You slurp and knead until your mouth fills up with her flavour, and swallow her spit, half wondering if it might be laced with venom. She probably doesn't outright drool the stuff, you think. You'll take the risk either way.

The forked slurper inside your mouth wriggles much like a serpent itself while you suck it. Eventually she pulls it free and gives a thankful lick across your face, sloppier than before. Her mouth is watering to have you there. She tightens the grip of her coils around you, until your cock is pressed against her bulk almost unbearably tightly. You can't help but thrust and grind a little. The layers of clothing in the way prevent you from truly appreciating the texture of her scales, but the writhing of her body, the stretching and contracting of her interlocked scales against you, it all gets you worked up to the point of quivering a little. Did you always have such a thing for snakes or is it only her? Those are questions for another time. She looks like she's ready to say something once she slips your sodden head from her mouth.

"Here," she says, and dabs the tip of her tongue against one of those long, curved teeth. "Lick my fang."

You can see the thick droplet of that dangerous substance forming right at the tip of that impressive scimitar of a tooth. Not just a snake's venom, but a cobra's. You know how dangerous such a thing might be, but you also know well you can trust her not to administer a lethal dose. Besides, you've tasted it before. Maybe you've built up an immunity. Though you're pretty sure that takes a long time. Either way, you hardly wait to obey her, carefully drawing your tongue along that sharp fang. She holds perfectly still to ensure you don't cut yourself. The taste of the venom is surprisingly bittersweet, almost like grapefruit. Swallowing it isn't the same as having her bite you, of course, yet you feel an immediate effect anyway. It works through your system and sends blazing sensations all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You tense up, then relax, sighing into the soothing feeling of drinking such a forbidden substance, until you're left bodily throbbing with the pulses of your arousal. Such a powerful, yet deadly aphrodisiac she carries in her body, and its effects on you are almost enough to drive you to climax before you're even nude.

From there, she takes the time to loosen her grip upon you. The numbing sensation that follows the rush of venom-fuelled pleasure leaves you slumping to the ground atop one length of her coils when she does. You stare up at her elegant visage and pant a little. Your heart races. And by then, you can feel your dick utterly spurting precum, to the point you wonder for a moment if you've already blown your load. That would be disappointing. You struggle to get your hands up at first, but eventually lust is enough to power you through the weakness. You strip from your shirt so quickly you're pretty sure you hear the fabric tear. It doesn't matter. Struggling with your buckle, you can hardly get your bottoms off fast enough to free your thumping shaft. You've made such a mess of yourself all cooped up like that. Thast is happy to help.

The gasp that escapes you when she puts her head between your legs almost becomes a scream before you stop yourself. It's hard not to help when you've got that huge, lovely snake licking your bare cock with her forked tongue. You brace yourself back against the bulky expanse of her coils behind you and simply squirm your way through a thorough cleanup effort that hardly leaves you cleaner than before. Thast warmly hisses while she draws her tongue up and down your shaft, flicks it across that pre-spitting tip, then dives back down to lick your balls firmly enough to bounce them. You throw your hands up and flail for a moment before just gently grasping her by the hooded head and bracing yourself. Licking turns into the cool clasp of her lips around the whole length of your cock, and you're left to moan towards the sunny sky while she smoothly sucks your rigid shaft. It only lasts a few heavenly seconds before she pulls back once more, leaving you right on the edge in twitchy, whimpering near-ecstasy that's almost maddening. Yet even tantalized to the very precipice of eruption, you still give her your full attention when she speaks.

"I was hoping we might try something new. Something a touch unusual."

Your voice quavers and creaks like you're going through adolescence again when you try to speak. Nothing coherent comes out on your first attempt. You quickly clear your throat and try again.

"Of course," you say before even knowing what it is. Only then do you think to actually inquire further. "What is it?"

"It would be easier to simply show you, I think. It is perfectly safe. I have done it before."

For all her initial shyness, she radiates something while she says that. A certain confidence that goes beyond just her motherly self illuminates her flirty expression. That hint of something not just kinky, but experienced is achingly sexy, you swiftly conclude. Not just a mama snake, but a secret hissy mistress in such surprising ways. All you can do is nod.

"Good. I'd hoped so." She slowly writhes around you, loosely encircling you in several layers of coils on all sides. Then she lifts her tail up to your face. "Lick."

You've already become intimately acquainted with her cloaca, but not in such a way. It's only then, in that moment, as you see it flex before you, that you realize how very badly you've wanted to taste it. You press in and lay a kiss on its edges, breathing in her scent of serpentine lust. That alone is enough to entrance you, to mesmerize you into a state of utter adoration without so much as a single spoken word. For a time, you simply nuzzle against that flexible hole, sniffing her, rubbing against her, basking in the wet perfume of her sheer desire. Only once you've thoroughly sampled her fine feminine aroma do you move on to tasting.

In your every slurp, you can feel the richness of her desire emanating from her. You lick and kiss along the wet surface of her cloaca for the first few strokes, but you don't waste much time digging right in. She is a feast of entrancing flavours for you to imbibe. You push your tongue inside her and shove your face right up against that flexing slit. The muscles of her pleasured contractions are both powerful and flexible. They squeeze from unexpected angles, keeping you firmly wedged in place while you eat her out. Being face-deep in snake pussy wasn't how you expected to spend your day, but you can't think of any better use of your time. Not even the constant bugling throbs of your cock can distract you from pleasuring that luscious serpent for all you're worth.

You're not sure exactly how to approach such an exotic sex. Which parts of her are the most sensitive? You make up for your own uncertainty with sheer enthusiasm. By her sharp, hissy breaths, you're doing a good job. A nudge of coils against your back encourages you deeper, until you feel a slight squeeze of her contracting slit around your cheeks and chin. Your whole face is inside her, and you still don't stop nor come up for air. There's plenty to breathe inside her, even if it's warm and thick with lusty snake scent. You vigorously lick until your tongue is slightly numb. Maybe that's partly the effects of the venom you swallowed, or maybe you're really overdoing it that much. Either way, you're not going to stop pleasuring her until you collapse from exhaustion. And the longer you work, the longer you worship her from the inside out, the more her desire grows. Another nudge against your shoulders with her coils and she speaks a single word.

"Deeper."

From just that, you grasp exactly what she intends. She doesn't mean just a little. She wants all of you inside her squeezy cloaca, to knead and hold and bathe in her inner body heat. You're not sure what that will mean, nor do you fully understand how her anatomy works. All you know is you're entirely okay with that. It's not much warmer inside her than it is outside. She pushes with her coils and contracts with her inner walls to drag you into her body inch by inch, while you idly lick her all the way. You're a bit too tired to keep slurping with the same endless enthusiasm as you began, but that's fine with her. She takes control with flex after flex, working firmly around your shoulders and completely engulfing your head in her snake cunt. His hisses and moans come muffled to your ears as she schlurps you inside, devouring you with her cloaca in a slow, tender way. You hardly even think of it as consuming you, but instead simply tucking you somewhere extra intimate so you can be as close as possible for a while.

Once she has a firm hold on your upper body, things go a little faster. She pumps you back and forth a few inches with the sheer strength of her inner muscles, slathering you in her lusty snake juices while she pleasures herself with you. You're her toy for as long as she cares to use you, and your reward is the constant schlicking of her slick inner walls across your face and chest. It's a massage right back, if a wet, intense one. Only after she's used you to the point she is quivering with delight from hood to tail does she take you any deeper. A wet, extended hiss escapes her as she slurps you up to your waist, letting your cock gloss against the outer folds of her pussy as she tucks you away. Another nudge of her coils against your rump is enough to make your shaft slip inside her, clenched tight to your belly as she kneads you with those many inner muscles. Nobody could last long in such a situation. Just a few smooth, gliding rubs back and forth along her inner flesh is enough to make you stiffen all over, rigid with ecstasy, and cry out in toe-curling, eye-rolling bliss as the embrace of the snake's cloaca squeezes you over the edge.

Much of your own cum streaks across your belly as she constricts around you all through your climax. Your cries come muffled in her flesh. She slurps you deeper, deeper, prolonging your peak until you're dry-firing within her. Only your feet stick out of her by then. You twitch a little and let out an extended groan, but you don't stop squirming. Not when you feel those heavy contractions undulating all around every single part of you. They're powerful enough to drag the rest of you inside, fully sealed away within the snake's lower body. You can only imagine how you must look, bulging out beneath her scales while she deftly flexes around you. It just gets faster, firmer, but it never concerns you. Her insides are so pleasantly squishy and soft that you're in no danger, even once she reaches an uncontrolled, rapid pace of pumping on you. Shoving you up inside such a sensitive place is more than enough to make that big snake cum. You're just along for the ride, all stretched out and snug within her while she clenches her way to a wet squirt of release that leaves her viciously hissing out with the full ferocity of a predatory cobra. For those fearful seconds, she sounds more like she's putting on a threat display, but she quickly settles down to moaning once the intensity of those inner squeezes subsides.

"Ahhh ... " you distantly hear her sigh once she comes down from her hissy orgasm. You're fully tucked away, wherever you are. Her womb? You're somewhere warm, wet, and dark. It hugs your naked body from every angle and constantly kneads you with gentle, soothing pressure. Her heartbeat resonates down to your slippery prison, your new bedchamber. Finally, she speaks again, sounding as if she's several rooms away. "And there you are."

You feel her nose against your back as you curl up within her cloaca and simply wait. She makes no mention of letting you out again, but you're sure she will be sure to take good care of you for as long as you remain within her body. A nuzzle and what you're pretty sure is a stroke of her tongue along the bulge you make is enough to let you know she is content to have you there, for a good long while. There is air to breathe and enough room to wriggle around if you get uncomfortable. It couldn't be more accommodating as far as new homes go, even with all the squeezing on your naked body. That just feels like an extended massage, pressing into your admittedly slightly sore muscles. As much as you want to tell her just how much you enjoyed yourself, simply being kneaded by those calm muscles, listening to her hisses mixing with the squelches of your fleshy surroundings, that's enough to decouple your thoughts from one another. Basking in her warmth and scent, you slowly drift towards something even better than regular slumber, safe in the motherly serpent's care.