Serving the Goddess
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Serving the Goddess
By William W. Kelso
Tyron hadn't been in the town for very long when he realized his hopes were for naught, it was just as grim; if not grimmer, then in his village. The war had taken his father; who left for the army with the other levied men and boys and never returned, and the winter had taken his mother and sisters. With no relatives left; and no prospects, he had decided to leave for the 'big city'. He soon found the city was just as poverty stricken as his village, with no jobs and no hope for a young lad on his own. He was too young for the army, and with no local relatives or connections.
And now he was starving, his meager supply of food and money long gone. It was so bad every Inn or farmers stall was watched by local gangs who got first pick at any leavings, and he'd been beaten more than once for trying to grab a rotten apple or bone with some meat left on it. That really left only one option open to him; stealing. His only advantage was he was fleet of foot, and was able to grab a piece of fruit or ear of corn off a vendor's table and run too fast to be caught. Since the thefts were small he wasn't pursued for long, but each time he ran the risk of being caught by an alert watchman, or equally fast farmer or merchant, so he figured it was only a matter of time. So he decided to pursue other possible avenues of acquiring what he needed to stay alive.
He knew that even stealing required getting 'permission' from the gangs that controlled the poorer areas and underworld of the city. If you robbed or burgled a rich merchant and didn't give the local gang boss their share; and they found out, you were as good as dead. They were probably more efficient at catching thieves then the city watch was in some ways. If you didn't have their permission you wouldn't last long, you'd be left hanging at some intersection from a light post or nailed to the side of a building as a warning, of if you were lucky might just be blinded and/or have your hands cut off. If the city watch caught you it was usually death for just about anything, but it was debatable as to which would be better. Plus the houses and properties of the rich and prosperous were well guarded by both physical and magical wards, and it required years of expertise to learn how to be a successful thief, usually acquired by apprenticing yourself to a master thief. Since Tyron had been the son of a cobbler up until less than two years ago he was not very well equipped for anything else, and even the professional thieves weren't 'hiring'.
That left one other possible source of 'income' and food, the temples of the various Gods and other deities that were scattered around the city, and there were quite a few to chose from. The ones in richer neighborhoods were also well guarded, but the ones in poorer districts were not. The pickings would of course be much less, but he could see no alternatives. But the problem was, which one? All seemed to have their pros and cons. Some didn't accept offerings; were little more than open pavilions with altars or other objects of worship, others were occupied by priests, priestess, or other caretakers at all times and/or guards. But there was one that was a distinct possibility, it was the one to the Naga Goddess, Pythra, one of the lesser of the serpent deities. Her followers were mainly others of the Saurian races and a small smattering of mostly poorer humans. Her following was much greater in the warmer more tropical Southern Marches, but in the city there was only a central temple and a few smaller ones in the various districts. What attracted him to them was the offerings were left at all times of the day and night; the temples never closed, and the clergy only came to collect them once a day. And his tentative 'scouting' forays had revealed no guards or other hazards that he could see. Plus since the offerings were mainly food that was just as good as money; in his case even better, and less likely to attract serious attention if the stealing was noticed. So he picked poorest temple in the poorest distict, and waited until nightfall.
He waited until the Saurian's who attended the temple left before dark as even clergy were not safe in this neighborhood after dark, and was gratified to see several believers enter the temple later with offerings in hand. Most were other Saurian's of various kinds; the genetic name given to the various reptilian races; but a few were human. Pythra tended to have a fairly well established following amongst poorer humans and lower level businessfolk. Her priestess's could provide spells and wards to keep away vermin, so she was particularly popular with farmers and warehouse owners. He himself was sworn to no God or Goddess, but had paid lip service to his village's pantheon of various deities. Frankly he thought it was mostly bunkum. He'd never seen anything to convince him of the existence of unseen beings.
Tyron waited until fairly late; at least an hour after the last visitor had come and gone, before crossing the street from his hiding place in a rundown and abandoned shack, and slipped; hopefully unobserved, into the temple. It never occurred to him to just walk in like a late night devotee. It was fairly large and had large wooden doors which were the only entrance, but was rundown and in fairly poor repair, the doors sagging on rusting hinges, but the roof was solid. Four large braziers scattered around the round inner sanctuary kept the place pretty warm despite the cool night air, but other then two low altars on which offerings were left, and the large statue of Pythra that occupied a large alcove in one wall, the place was empty.
He glanced nervously at the statue of the Naga Goddess, it was that of a creature partially human, but mostly reptile. From the waist down she had the body of a serpent, but from the waist up was part human/part reptile. She had very nice looking breasts; bare, human like arms covered in fine scales as was most of her upper body; with bands on her chest, and her head was snakelike as well. She was coiled on her lower body with her arms raised, palms up, the look on her carved face just as expressionless and cold as any reptiles. The statue was painted, but needed some touching up as the paint was flaking in a few places. Tyron had to admit it was impressive, but too intimidating for him to consider as a worshiper. He had never cared much for serpents. The breasts were nice though, and he stared at them for awhile wondering what it would be like to touch the human version of them. Despite being over twenty (or so he reckoned) he had never lain with a woman, the local clergy in his village had kept a sharp eye on all the local men and girls of the right age for such 'sins'. That was strictly for those that married, or the rich who could afford it. Or; from what he'd heard, the clergy themselves. He'd been told the young men and girls accepted to enter the clergy soon learned to sexually pleasure the older brother and sisters as among the first of their 'duties'. Another reason he didn't care much for 'holy' things, he recognized hypocrisy when he saw it.
Tearing his eyes away from the impressive breasts of the statue he approached the altars. His mouth watered when he saw the vegetables, grains, and other offerings, but especially a small, but nice, ham. He hadn't had any meat in weeks, other than an occasional cat or rat, when you're starving you tend to be less picky. He looked around carefully, but could see no one. Pulling a bag out from under his tattered coat he quickly began to stuff foodstuffs into it. He'd check the other altar for money next, but a quick glance had just shown what looked like a few coppers, hardly worth the effort. No, the food was more important. There was enough to tide him over for several days with careful rationing. He almost started eating it right here, but figured he'd better be gone as soon as possible because of the off chance of another late night visitor.
Unknown; and unseen, to Tyron he had been observed from the second he'd entered the temple. The pair of cold eyes stared at him; never blinking, with disinterest at first; assuming him to merely be a late devotee here to make an offering to the Goddess. But when he began to steal from the altar the eyes sparked with interest, and with deadly silence the large snake began to approach the thief who dared to defile this holy place. He was marked. She uncoiled from her lair underneath the statue and moved swiftly across the floor with little more than a faint rasping sound on the cracked marble flagstones. In the dim flickering light she remained invisible, merely another shadow, and reached the altar without being seen. Hidden from sight she flicked her tongue out scenting the defiler, male, human, young. She knew what to do, and prepared to strike.
Tyron paused for a second as he picked up the ham; drooling at the thought of the salted meat, some sixth sense tingling. Had he heard a noise? A faint breeze stirred, leaves scuttling across the floor, flames flickering, and he shivered. This place was getting to him, it was spooky, but it must be his imagination. The wavering shadows almost made the statue look like it was moving. He stuffed the ham into the sack, and started to pick up a loaf of stale bread.
She struck swiftly and surely, the defiler never having a chance to even offer resistance as she wound her coils around his body, dragging the screaming man to the ground. She was most twelve feet long, more than long enough to wrap several of her thick slick muscular coils around his body. Soon; other then squirming, he was helpless in her grip. She began to squeeze.
Tyron swore in shock and fear as something incredibly powerful slammed into his legs, toppling him to the floor, and before he could do anything scaly coils began swiftly looping around his body pinning his arms to his sides. He screamed and tried to fight back, but it was useless. The statue, he thought, it really IS alive, the Goddess had him! He strained to get free, and looking around noticed the statue was still in its alcove, so it was something else, and as he looked the head of a large snake came into view, staring into his face with its cold emotionless eyes. Its tongue flicked over his face a few times, and he gasped as it suddenly began to squeeze.
"Please, I meant no harm! He wheezed, huh, please, gasp, I...I can't breathe! Someone, help!! Please...huh, uh, huff-huff...wheezz!" And his last sight as darkness claimed him was the snout of the serpent, eyes still as cold as ever, tongue flicking in and out.
She kept her coils tight around the now unconscious man, and every time he began to wake up she would tighten them until he slipped back into oblivion. She was very careful not to squeeze too hard though, she did not want to do any permanent damage or harm. She had been trained to merely restrain any defiler of the temple, to hold them until a priestess came to claim them. It was not her place to kill, the Goddess would not approve. Besides, despite the warmth of the braziers the chilly nights were still cold to her, and she enjoyed snuggling next to the man's warm body, it felt very nice. She eventually laid her head on his shoulder, and though her eyes did not close she too went to sleep, warm and comfortable, awakening only to tighten her coils if he stirred.
The priestess gave a hiss of surprise when she entered the temple the next morning and found the guardian had captured a would-be thief. The bag of pilfered offerings was proof enough. Like all her kind she was a bipedal lizard, one of the more numerous Saurian's who paid homage to the Naga Goddess. She was about five feet tall; due to her forward leaning stance as she over eight feet from tip of her long tail to the end of her snout. She was covered with a smooth pebbled hide with quasi-feathers more like quills around her head and down her back to the tip of her tail, her main body coloring green, her plumage mainly red and blues. The main difference between her and males was the males also had a pronounced head crest. She was well armed with her natural weapons, long sharp fangs and wicked talons on her feet and hands. The first thing she did was make sure the human was alive, a young male she noticed, and gave a hiss of relief when he was. Some temple guardians were not so...careful. More than once she had seen larger guardians make a meal of an intruder, even though they were not supposed to. But with snakes you just never knew. She scratched the large green & brown scaled constrictor under her lower jaw, hissing soothingly, "Yesss my dear, you have done well, our lady will be pleased" and the snake slowly released its catch, then slithered back to its lair under the statue.
The snake hissed in pleasure as the female lizard scratched her under her snout, it felt nice. She liked the female lizard; it was kind to her and always made sure she was well fed. She let the still unconscious man go, and returned to her lair under the statue of the Goddess, the small 'cave' was kept warm by the two nearest braziers which were kept burning even in the daytime. There she would resume her vigil of protecting that which belonged to the Goddess. She could not; would not, leave even if she wanted to, it was not permitted and the price for disobedience was terrible and irreversible.
The priestess had two lesser acolytes gather up the thief and take him to the main temple to face judgment. The two male lizards slung the human between them on a blanket and carried him swiftly through the still stirring streets of the city, their long legged gait covering ground at a remarkable rate of speed. They received a few curious glances, but none questioned what two Saurian's were doing carrying a dead or unconscious human through the streets, it was none of their business. They soon reached the main temple, and the man was secured in a cell and manacled to the wall. It was probably unnecessary to chain him, but you never knew. A bowl of food and jug of water was provided, and he was left on his own to recover. The Lady would be notified and he would be brought before her for judgment at her convenience, which might be in an hour or a year from now. It made no difference to them.
Tyron woke up suddenly, a scream fading on his lips, the snake! Where was it? Where WAS he? He stirred, his chains rattling, and looked around. He was no longer in the temple; that much was obvious, and the horrible snake was gone, thank the Gods! Spying the bowl of food, some stale bread and almost raw vegetables, he gobbled them down ravenously. It was the best meal he'd had in a long while, and the water was cool and clean. Well, wherever he was at least they weren't going to starve him to death. Having 'dined' he lay against the wall and tested his chains, he wasn't going anywhere. At least his belly was full.
Despite his current situation he actually dozed off, but woke up when the heavy metal door to the cell he was in suddenly opened with a squeal of un-oiled hinges, and as he watched three lizards; as humans called them, entered the cell. He was a little surprised; he'd been expecting soldiers or the watch. They made hissing and chirping sounds to one another and then the somewhat fancier 'dressed' one addressed him,
"Human, I am Rathiss, a priestesss of Pythra, do you undersstand me?"
"Yes, Tyron said, please, please let me go, I didn't mean any harm. I was hungry."
"Good, hissed the priestess, I know no other human tongue. As for letting you go, I think not, hsssss, you have committed a great sacrilege and musst be judged by the Lady."
"But, Tyron said, I was starving, I just wanted some food. Please don't hurt me!"
"Your reassson is of no import or consssideration, you will be judged and your punisshment decided."
"But, but shouldn't you turn me over to the city watch? Tyron said, I'm a human after all."
"We have an agreement with the humanss here, Rathis hissed, they allow usss to take care of our own...problemsss. Now come, it isss time you were judged."
"Where, where are you taking me?? Tyron asked as he was dragged between two of the lizards, from their body harnesses they were guards or soldiers of some kind, probably both.
"To sssee Lady Klathiss, sshe is our High Priestesss, and will judge you and asscribe your punissshment human. Now enough talk."
Tyron didn't struggle, being manacled and held in the tight grip of two large lizards with very sharp fangs; who were eyeing him with what looked like hunger in their cold eyes, convinced him to cooperate. Maybe being timid and contrite would help, but he doubted it. He didn't know much about the 'lizards' or any of the other reptilian races. 'Lizards' was a human name for them, and considered rather rude to call one to their snout, just as 'ape' was considered rude to call a human. Truth be told, he couldn't pronounce their own name for themselves. The closest humans could come as 'Klaw'. He knew the head lizard was female from her lack of crest, plus she'd called herself a priestess, and the other two were males from their crests. He thought their feathers were rather pretty, but the tough pebbled hide, fangs, and claws were definitely NOT pretty, they were rather scary and certainly intimidating. They were naked accept for the harnesses they wore, but you couldn't tell their sex that way as they had no external genitals, they looked pretty much the same between their legs. He was dragged into a fairly large room lit by candles and smokeless torches of some kind, and then he did struggle; and started to get scared, as the lizards stripped him naked and chained him to a low stone table; or altar, and then left him alone. Before they left the priestess said,
"You will wait here for Lady Klathiss, and in the meantime contemplate your heressy and sssacrilege. Perhapss the Goddess will be merciful. Hisssss."
Tyron did anything but contemplate anything, he pulled and yanked at the chains, horrified to be naked like this, and helpless. He'd never been naked except when he took a rare bath in the creek, and then always alone. His folk had been very much aware of the sin and temptations of nudity. So to be bound such; spread eagle and naked, was a major shock. At least it was warm, almost unpleasantly so, and he felt sweat start prickling all over his obscenely exposed body.
Tyron froze as he heard a door open, and a faint breeze wafted across his nude flesh. There was a faint rasping sound, and straining his head he could see a figure approaching in the dimness, and was shocked to see it appeared to be a naked woman!! At least her breasts were naked! Then as the female Naga came completely into view he sucked in his breath in surprise and horror.
"Pythra!?! Goddess??" He gasped.
"No human, I am not SSShe, the Naga hissed, though we are created in her image, hissss. I am Klathiss, High Priestesss of the Temple of Pythra in this city. I am here to judge you for your crimesss againssst the Godesss. Ssssss."
Tyron stared at large serpent woman; she looked very much like the statue in the temple, right down to two very human breasts; that is except for the tan colored hide covering them. She was also naked, all over except for some jewelry, and he blushed as he saw a slightly raise 'V' shaped mound with a slit on her body about were a human woman's sex would be and just above were her belly bands ended and her scale and hide covered human torso started, and he had no doubt as to what it was. He knew women had hair there, but hers was slick. He was surprised to see she did have hair on her head; despite her blunt snout, pointed ears, and reptilian features. He had never been naked in front of a female; of any kind, since he was five, and despite his acute embarrassment was even more horrified to find himself getting hard! Her scent was sweet and musky; and he had no idea he was responding to it as would any male of just about any sentient race, and many animals. It was part of a Naga's natural hunting abilities, for either a mate and/or food. He was also captivated by her almost glowing golden eyes, with vertical pupils much like any serpents, but also full of a bright intelligence and amazingly gentle looking.
"Please, Tyron gasped, his penis now aching and rock hard, may I have a blanket or something to...to cover myself, Lady? I, I mean no disrespect."
"Hsssss, the Naga hissed, I think not. I am naked, so it is only fitting that you are as well, and your body is very nice for a human, I am enjoying looking at it. I see you find me...desirable, Sssssss."
"I...I, er, you're very, um, ..." Tyron stammered.
"Yesss?" The Naga prompted him.
"Y-You're beautiful." Tyron finished in a quiet, awed sounding, voice.
"Sssss, I am pleassed you also find me dessirable, Klathiss said, it will make what isss comeing much more...enjoyable, for both of usss, Sssss."
"Please...please don't hurt me! Tyron whimpered, I was just hungry."
"Fear not, young human, Klathiss hissed, we are not uncivilized, the Goddess doesss not condone wanton cruelty or the killing of even criminalss. Of the Naga deitiesss sshe isss the mosst benevolent. No, we do not kill or maim. But sstill you musst be punisshed for your crime, regardless of your reasson for committing your ssacrilege. The temple of the Goddessss is inviolate, any transgresssion musst be dealt with harsshly to dissscourage ssuch ssacrilege. But no, you will not be harmed."
While she was talking Klathiss had been running her finger tips claws gently across the young man's body, just touching him barely enough to make him squirm in growing pleasure as she started the spell. He was young; but not a boy; and she also knew he was pure; otherwise his punishment would have been different. For this spell he must be a virgin, having had no carnal relations with a female of any species. She was pleased; they had need of his...services.
Tyron stared at the beautiful creature as she ran her hands over his body in a horribly intimate way, ending up by cupping and fondling his balls, his cock so hard it hurt, and everywhere she touched him there was a warm tingling that seemed to seep into his body, and he moaned in pleasure. Oh Gods, what was she doing to him?? Surely she wasn't interested in him for, for...that?? He thought in growing panic, she was an...an animal!
"Please don't hurt me." He moaned.
"Never little one, Klathiss hissed, I will let no one hurt you. Thosse in the sservice of the Goddesss are protected from all harm."
"S-service?" Tyron gasped as Klathiss slithered partly onto the table, the slick cool scales and bands of her tail caressing his legs and thighs as she ran her hands over his torso with slow gentle rubbing motions. Gods, he had never been so aroused in his life, not even during his sexual fantasies. Her eyes burned into his, and he felt his fears flowing away to be replaced by...anticipation...hope? She leaned close to him, her breasts rubbing against his flushed sweaty skin, her nipples hard. Oh Gods, he thought! She's, she's raping me!!
"Yesss, service, Klathiss hissed, thosse who commit ssacrilege or otherwisse defile a Holy place enter into the sservice of the Goddesss. But not asss they are, they musst atone, ssso their service is alsso a punisshment for their transgresssionsss."
He was ready, Klathiss sensed, the first stage of the spell completed, his arousal complete and potent, he was eager and willing as only one who had never know the pleasures of the flesh could be. She smiled; her forked tongue flicking, she would be...gentle. It had been long since she had coupled with a human. She slithered on top of him, running her tail under his legs to help hold him better, and positioning herself lowered her sex onto his rampant erection, hissing in pleasure as he penetrated the slick wet folds of her vagina, as eager as he was for their coupling. Being a lesser Naga she could handle both human and reptilian 'lovers' equally well.
Tyron gasped in shock as he felt his penis push against, then slide into something warm and wet, slick and soft, and knew it could only be the Naga's vagina. With a deep groan he thrust up into her even as she lowered herself onto him, and felt her cool body against his belly and thighs as he hilted, joining with a woman; well, a female, for the first time. It felt absolutely wonderful, unlike anything he had ever imagined. This was his punishment?? With a moan he thrust as she began to move against him, holding his shoulders, her breasts; amazing soft despite being covered in reptilian hide, rubbing his chest, her eyes peering into his, and he realized how truly beautiful they were. Why he had thought them emotionless and cold he could no longer understand. He groaned in pleasure, he'd never felt anything so incredibly pleasurable before. He wished his arms and legs were free so he could pull her into his embrace, get even closer to her, thrust into her harder.
Klathiss hissed in pleasure, the young male was very strong; his need and desire for her powerful in its pureness, she seldom had the chance to couple with such a virile male, human or fellow reptile. Now that they were joined; most pleasurably, she started the second stage of the spell, looking into his eyes as she called on the power of the Goddess. He bucked under her and gasped as the power began flowing into him through their joining, using her mesmerizing gaze to help ease the pain of what was coming as he became something else, taking on the new form in which he would serve the Goddess There would be pain, yes, but it would be tempered and lessened by the pleasure they shared.
Tyron groaned as an pleasant itching feeling started in his crotch and worked its way up his body, his skin twitching and rippling, and he desperately wanted to get his arms free so he could scratch at himself even as he thrust into the Naga as she rode him, the pleasure increasing, becoming almost unbearable as she moved against his slick sweaty skin, his aching penis sliding in and out of her as she moved on top of him. He could feel an aching pressure building in his loins, but no matter how hard he thrust could not reach release, and thrust and thrust desperately, her large rubbery nipples rubbing across his chest as she slid against him, her hisses of pleasure filling his ears. His eyes remained fixed on hers, unable; but not wanting, to pull them away. So...beautiful.
Filling the power of the Goddess filling them both; she could see it shining in his eyes now, she began the next stage of the spell, and reaching into his very essence began to reshape and reform his body as the transformation started in earnest. She tightened her coils around his legs, even bound as he was he might harm himself, what was coming could not be done without agony as he became something he was never meant to be. To reform another's body into a totally new form was a very powerful magic, and also very dangerous, only a very few could harness the powers of the Goddess and perform the spell. The consequences of trying; and failing, were often...horrendous.
Tyron thrust up into her as she ground down, and screamed as a dull throbbing ach began in his bones, but the scream was tinted with pleasure as well as the pain as he climaxed, his cock pulsing, balls straining, as his cum blasted deeply into her body as she writhed and ground against him almost brutally. Her mouth was open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes literally glowing from pleasure and the power of a Goddess. And now the pain started in earnest, and Tyron screamed again, but her eyes helped soothe him and numbed the worst of the pain as she took some of it into her own body.
Yes, Klathiss thought, it starts! He was strong, which was good, the weak often did not survive such a traumatic event. She felt his body writhe and ripple under her as waves of change washed over it, faster and faster. As he climaxed she also reached her own release, the pleasure so intense she could only tremble and gasp for breathe, as he had his first; and last, orgasm as a human as he voided his testes to make way for his new seed. His next would be as something completely different, but no less pleasurable, though different. She kept her eyes locked on his, she did not have to do this, but if she did not the agony would be much worse and his mind might suffer damage, something she did not want. He would be in her care from now on, and she did not wish for him to suffer anymore then was unavoidable. She continued to ride him even as she felt the changes reach his sexual organs, felt his penis divide and the two new phalluses change shape as they became a reptile's hemipenes, felt the soft rub of his scrotum fade as his testes were pulled up into his body as his male cloaca formed. She adjusted her position, lifting her body for a few seconds to allow his now dual erections to penetrate both of her vaginas, then ground back down on him with a shrill hiss of intense pleasure. Yes, she thought, much more enjoyable!
Tyron bucked and squealed, moaning as wave after wave of pain washed over his body. He could FEEL, and hear, his bones popping and crackling as they moved inside of him, feel his organs churning and writhing as his guts heaved and pulsated; changing shape, and had never felt such nauseating pain. But there was the pleasure too as his 'lover' continued coupling with him, her rhythm as she rode him slow and gentle, her eyes taking away so much of the pain, pain that he could see reflected in her eyes, and he realized he did not want her to suffer, and tried to keep the pain in his own body. He did not want her to feel what he was feeling as a part of him already loved her. He felt his ankles suddenly slip from the cuffs that had bound them and tried to kick his legs as his body convulsed, but her powerful coils pulled them together. He knew something was horribly wrong, but the pain and pleasure was totally debilitating, his struggles uncoordinated and weak, and he wanted more of the pleasure, more then he'd ever wanted anything.
She was amazed when she realized he was still aware enough to try and pull the pain back into his own body despite his suffering, that he was trying to spare her, and a part of her was touched. He was a good and gentle being, and she recognized he had true power of his own. It was a shame he had to undergo such a torment, but it was required, he had brought it on himself. The world was not a fair place, this all her kind well knew. She felt his feet slip clear of the cuffs and quickly used her coils to pull his legs together, keeping them joined as his legs grew together into his new tail, the change speeding up, and there was no going back now. Even if she stopped he would remain as he was now.
Tyron wrenched and heaved, he felt so strange, what was wrong with him!? He couldn't feel his legs anymore, but something moved when he tried to kick, something lithe and powerful, flailing wildly, but his 'lovers' coils kept him mostly immobile despite his frantic struggles as the pain moved into his upper body. He shrieked as he felt his torso began to shrink, feeling his bones and organs being squeezed into a much smaller area even as his body began to stretch and lengthen, gasped for breath as his lungs shifted, changed shape, and slid into a new configuration, his skin rippling and tightening, becoming hard and rigid.
"Pleeeaaazzzzzz, it hurtzzzz, pleaazzzzz! he sobbed, whatzzz happening to meeee!!?!! Pleaaazzzz, make is ssstop, it hurtzzzzz!"
Klathiss pressed her snout against his still human face as a forked tongue licked over his lips, his eyes bulging in agony as his upper body began to twist and change, the ripples and convulsions readily evident as his chest and shoulders began to collapse in on themselves, his soft tan skin twitching and hardening into scales and bands. He groaned as his arms slid free of the cuffs as his fingers grew together, and he wrapped them around her and pulled her to him, kissing her back despite his pain. He was so strong!
"Do not fight it my love, Klathiss hissed, for your ssacrilege you will sserve the Goddesss as the lowesst of beastesss, as a temple guardian, a ssserpent, without the power of ssspeech, with no armsss or legss, going on your belly as a lowly sssnake. But your mind will remain intact, so you will know your punisshment, but you will alsso have the needss and insstinctss of your new form asss well. In time perhapss the Goddess will show mercy and allow you to ssserve her in another way. But you belong to her now, forever. Your old life is gone."
Tyron looked up at her snout if utter horror, NO, anything but that! How could she? He had been starving, hungry!! He didn't deserve this, this horror! To become an animal, a...a snake! How could she?? But he knew she spoke the truth, could feel the pain fading as he became something else, but there was also the pleasure, which was building again as she kept moving against him and he writhed in her powerful coils, but it was different, just as intense, even more so, but it felt wrong...inhuman, and the pleasure felt...doubled? He felt so strange down there now, as he moved inside the slick grip of her sex, they didn't seem to be moving against one other now, merely grinding together, his penis wriggling inside of her in a incredibly pleasurable way, but it felt so WRONG!
Suddenly the pain moved into his head and intensified again, and he squealed as he felt his skull changing, becoming soft and malleable as it was reformed into a new shape, and in horror watched as his jaws began to push out into a...snout, small scales washing over them as they formed and settled into place, forked tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, and suddenly he could taste and smell the Naga with it, sweet and musky, so very female, so beautiful as he felt his release approaching. He felt his arms, now weak and numb, slip from around her body to lie useless on the table, mere nubs, even as they retracted into his now mostly tubular body, very little human remaining at this stage.
She tightened her coils, looping more around him, as the transformation neared its end, the final stage approaching rapidly, keeping her eyes locked on his still human ones as scales flowed over his head and his hair fell out, and his face began to bulge forward into a snout, the bands moving up his neck and onto his lower jaw as his shoulders disappeared and his now mostly boneless flipper like arms fell away from her and were drawn into his body. He now appeared to be entirely a great serpent, but she knew it wasn't over yet, his terrified eyes still human. It would not be over until; yes, she felt him nearing release, his twin hemipenes wriggling desperately inside her own quivering aching sex, her need for release as desperate as his.
"Pleeaazzzzz! Tyron screamed, NOOOO!!! NOT THISSS!" As he neared his second climax, somehow knowing it would seal his fate. Then his whole body shuddered in a way he had never felt before as a massive dual orgasm rocked his body as each hemipene pulsed and throbbed simultaneously, and he shrieked "NAAAAA-HSSSSSSSS!" as he climaxed, both his new penises spurting his cool cum into his writhing, hissing, 'lover', and he gave a despairing hiss as he felt the final change take place, and felt new emotions and needs flood into his mind as he finished becoming something else, something completely inhuman and alien. "Ssssssss, hiisssssss!" he tried to scream in denial, but the power of speech was now denied him.
Klathiss coiled around her 'lover', caressing his body which was now much like hers as she ground her vagina against his cloaca, the feeling of both his hemipenes inside of her sex intensely pleasurable as he climaxed, triggering her own release, thus completing and locking the transformation for good. For a minimum of a hundred years he would remain thus, until judged again. Even as he was coming she watched as his eyes glazed over, his pupils becoming vertical slits as his eyes became as reptilian as his body, the eyes of a snake. It was over, nothing human remained, he was a serpent in every way, at least physically. She gently licked his snout, rubbing her own shorter one against it in affection, and released the new serpent from her coils even as he tried to wrap his own coils around her, not yet able to completely coordinate his new body. She knew it would be some time before he became 'used' to his new body, even though all the normal instincts and needs were present. He would have to learn how to adapt to his new situation though, an intelligent mind in the body of a lowly animal. Some never did.
Tyron slowly rolled onto his stomach, and with a loud hiss of confusion tried to stand up, this couldn't be real! It just couldn't! Unable to stand his body wavered and started to fall over, but the Naga grabbed him and gently lowered him from the table to the floor, where he slowly pulled himself into a defensive coil, a natural reaction. Next he ran his snout over his 'new' body, looking down his scaly snout, seeing nothing but more scales and bands on his body, no arms, no legs, no genitals, not ever any hair. Just slick...alien...scales. Finally, with a hiss of despair, he rested his head on top of one of his coils, tongue flicking. He looked up at the Naga, still not believing what he had become, but still thought she was beautiful. So much pleasure, so much pain. Had he been able he would have cried, but that show of emotion was denied him now. His hard, almost immobile, features were incapable of any of the human emotions his mind was still trying to exhibit. To all apparent purposes he was a...snake, nothing else.
The Naga helped the confused and shaky new snake to slither off the low table and loop himself into a nice comfortable pile of coils. Then she watched as he slowly inspected his new body, and then settled down, hissing softly. She could hear the sadness in his hiss, and see it in his eyes where only other serpents could. Though to most the Saurian races and their animal kindred did not seem to show or display emotion they still felt them, very much so, but often in a somewhat different way.
She thought he was quite a handsome serpent, his scales a nice brown and green with subtle shading to the patterns on his sides and back in irregular splotches, with yellowish/tan belly bands, typical coloring for a temple guardian, and he was about twelve feet long, mature but still young. They had been bred from the large constrictors that inhabited the Southern jungles & swamps, domesticated by the Saurian's as pets and for other purposes much as humans used dogs. They were also the form given to criminals as punishment, both Saurian and other races. This one would serve the Goddess as a guardian in the same temple he had stolen from, as was fitting. Had he not been pure he would most likely have ended up with lesser duties, such as rat catching in some noble's barn. She lowered herself all the way to her own belly and reaching under his lower jaw scratched his scales, and said,
"It iss done, you are now one of usss, one of the sserpent folk. You will sspend sssome time here at the main temple firsst, then be taken to the temple from which you sstole to begin your new purpossse in life. It iss sstrange for you now which iss why you will be given some time to adjusst, but you will ssoon become ussed to being asss you are now asss your mind and body adapt. Now come, it iss time to introduce you to otherss ssuch asss yoursself."
Tyron tried to follow the Naga as she started to leave the room, but just couldn't coordinate himself, still wanting to try and stand up, his still partially human mind still trying to deny what had happened. He reached a large pile of cloth he recognized as his clothes, which he would never wear again, and nosed at it, the scent it gave off alien and strange to his new senses. He gave a sad hiss, raising his head and looking at the Naga.
Klathiss paused at the door, looking at the struggling serpent. His body was writhing as he tried to slither after her, but he was having trouble on the fairly slick floor of the chamber. She turned and went back to him, watching as he examined the pile of rags on the floor. She knew he had been very poor and his story of being hungry had been true, but then most 'new' guardians had also been from the lower levels of society. She lowered herself to the floor again and gently stroked his smooth hard scales, rubbing between his eyes and he hissed in pleasure. Though cold blooded as well her body temperature was warmer than a normal snakes, and he responded to that warmth, slowly looping his coils around her, probably without even realizing he was doing it. She gave a hiss of pleasure as he caressed her own scales, his grip gentle, almost hesitant as if not quite sure what he was doing. She twined her tail around his as well, and their 'embrace' became more...urgent. Why not? She thought, after all they had already mated before. Besides, she knew he needed the pleasure and comfort, and she would enjoy it as well. So she moved against him, encouraging him to learn more about his new body, opening herself to him.
Tyron responded to the Naga's embrace gratefully, still terrified and afraid of being alone like this. Her warm body felt marvelous against his cooler one, and before he even realized what he was doing he looped his coils around her body, tongue flicking as he tasted her, her taste and scent dry and musky, and then he hesitated as he found himself getting...excited. He knew what he wanted, needed, but would she welcome his...attentions? He paused, loosening his coils which he was slowly learning to control, not wanting to force himself on her. She opened her mouth, her forked tongue flicking out of the tube in her bottom jaw; is mine like that? He wondered, and across his own snout, and he licked her tongue with his own, hissing in pleasure.
"Yesss my sssweet, I too wissh to mate." She hissed.
Encouraged by her acceptance he tightened his grip a little, and coiled his tail around hers, knowing what to do now. He found the right spot and angle and rubbed his cloaca against her vaginal slit which was not quite human and not quite reptile. It was a little odd as it was farther up on her body then a 'normal' snake, but he didn't care and neither did she. He opened his mouth and gave a loud hiss as his hemipenes slid out, swollen and throbbing, and with a powerful thrust; and her helping guidance, they penetrated her own dual sex, and ohhhh, it felt wonderful. But it also felt strange, different, but so much pleasure! But it was a cooler, almost detached pleasure, but no less intense or enjoyable. He realized the main difference, they were mating more as two animals then as a man and woman making love, and he realized he would never really know that kind of love, that his couplings would be those of an animal more than an intelligent being, and he felt a horrible sadness even as he writhed and hissed in ecstasy as he ground against his 'mate'.
She caressed him with her own coils and hands; hissing in pleasure of her own, her tongue flicking across his own tongue and snout as they ground together, the feeling of having both his sexual organs in her at the same time extremely enjoyable, reveling in the intense pleasure they were sharing. Finally he lifted his head and gave a loud hiss of pain and pleasure as he reached his release, dual orgasms racking his body as he shuddered and trembled, the Naga writhing as she too hissed in release. When it was over he pulled out of her, his hemipenes withdrawing into his body, and it was over. He felt no love or real tenderness towards the female, affection certainly, but any human emotions were deadened and numbed by his body's new instincts and needs. But he was grateful, both his human and reptile minds, he had needed that closeness so very badly, needed the pain and pleasure.
Klathiss was very pleased as she coupled with the new guardian, he was an energetic 'lover', and with training would make an excellent pleasure giver as that was another function of temple guardians, and considered part of their 'punishment'. Not only had they been reduced to mere animals, but were also 'sex slaves' as well. They were trained to pleasure other serpents, Saurians; especially Nagas, and even human devotee's so inclined as sexual pleasure was another way in which the Goddess was worshipped. That was one way in which they differed from 'natural' snakes, they were capable of 'mating' out of season at any given time, and had no choice but to respond to sexual advances from any other guardian or devotee, no matter their race, and to help facilitate that and make it easier their cloacas were somewhat farther up on their bodies instead of closer to end of their tails in the case of 'natural' snakes. To some that might seem a perversion, but the guardians didn't mind as they also wanted, needed, the pleasure. She gave a guttural hiss as his coils tightened, then loosened, around her, his thick body grinding against her, yesss, he would make an excellent pleasure giver, she thought, as her own dual orgasms exploded as his thick cool cum pumped into her. They remained joined until his hemipenes stopped pulsing inside of her, then he released her and coiled next to her, a rather happy look on his snout.
"Yesss, she hissed in amusement, I enjoyed that too my ssweet ssserpent. And you will experience much pleasssure in the sservice of the Goddesss, oh yess indeed. Now come with me, it isss time for you meet sssome otherss like yoursself. They will be most anxiousss to meet their new brother. Come."
Tyron uncoiled and followed the Naga as she left the room, finding that though his movements were still somewhat jerky he at least was able to move fairly easily across the floor, though sometimes his tail went in a different direction then he intended. He found if he coordinated in both a rippling and sinuous writhing he could slither fairly rapidly, his body stretched out behind him in 'S' shaped curves. He was somewhat intimidated and disoriented though as everything was so big now! He stayed close to the Naga; or Nagi as some called the females, his coils sometimes brushing reassuringly against hers as they moved through the corridors of the large temple complex.
He was still shaky though, and realized she was moving slower than normal to accommodate him, and felt some gratitude for that consideration. He also realized just how truly beautiful she was, and to his surprise found he was willing to mate with her again if she were to make the 'offer', which confused him. Something in him told him she was not in season; she carried no eggs in her womb, and from what he remembered reptiles were only supposed to respond sexually to one another at certain times of the year. But he didn't dwell on it for long; all he knew was if she wanted him he would happily provide her with his services. He did not realize his new instincts; both natural and magical, were slowly and surely 'merging' as his human and reptile minds became one.
As they entered another room Tyron hesitated at the entrance, he could smell other serpents, his tongue tasting the warm humid air, telling him there were several, both male and female. He hid behind her thicker coils; feeling shy and a little scared, and slowly lifted his head to look around as she smiled down at him.
"Thesse are your brotherss and ssistersss, Klathiss said, like you they were once human or from one of the other ssentient racess, but are now temple guardianss. I will now leave you to get acquainted with them, and they will help to insstruct you in ssome of your dutiesss. I think you will enjoy yoursself." She turned her head and said, "My children, you have a new brother! Be gentle, he hass but recently joined your rankss."
Tyron tried to follow her as she left, scared and...a little panicked, but she shut the door and he could only rear up and hiss in dismay. Please don't leave me, he thought! Then he turned his head as he heard the faint sound of other serpents moving, amazed he could detect the faint motions as both sound and vibration, and heard several welcoming hisses. It was dim in the room, but he could see quite well. Several other snakes of varying sizes were uncoiling and/or already approaching him. Most were colored as he was, rather drab and functional as camouflage though he thought them quite attractive, but a couple were an almost golden color, like burnished bronze. Those two remained coiled and he had the impression they were quite special, and old. Timidly he approached the other snakes, strangely relieved to be with others of his 'kind', that he wasn't alone like this.
As he got closer to the other guardians he coiled nervously, a little bit defensively, even though he knew from their body 'language' and hisses that the others were not aggressive, only curious and friendly. A smaller female slithered up to him, and raising her head flicked her tongue over his snout, and he did the same, each scenting and 'introducing' themselves, and then bumped snouts politely. She smells nice, he thought. One after another the others 'introduced' themselves in the only way they could, speech being denied them. There were five females and three males. Most were around his size, but a few were several feet longer and thicker bodied, and one female was a good twenty five feet long. He was fully grown and mature, but as with most serpents would continue to slowly grow in size.
Having 'met' the lesser guardians it was now time for him to approach the oldest among them. The others cleared a path, and he slowly approached the two much larger serpents coiled on a platform at the base of a statue of the Goddess, this one being carved from a green marble and adorned with real gold decorations, and he could sense a presence, but it was remote and indifferent, but he felt no real fear as it was benign as well. He was intimidated by the sheer size of the two golden serpents, one was male, the other female. The male was easily forty feet long, the female maybe thirty five. To humans and the other mammalian races their eyes would seem cold and emotionless, but to him they shone with wisdom and friendliness. Tentatively he raised his head to their level and flicked his tongue, and the female moved her head forward and returned his greeting, and then they bumped snouts, and he repeated the greeting with the male.
He wished he could talk, and hissed in frustration, but just their scents and touch had told him so much about them, and he knew they had learned much about him. They were old, very old, but healthy and content with their lives. They were the senior, or greater, guardians, in 'charge' of the lesser ones. They guarded the inner sanctuary of the Goddess, a great honor, and would defend it with their lives. There were other guardians on 'duty' elsewhere in the temple complex, but all 'off duty' ones had gathered to greet their newest member. They were delighted to meet him, to welcome him to his new life, but saddened at the same time as they too had all shared his trauma and pain themselves, though some could no longer remember having ever been anything else. In time memories of their prior lives would fade into nothingness. But they were happy now; they had a purpose, a place in life. But most of all they had one another.
Now that the greeting ceremony was over it was time to get acquainted in a new way. The smaller female who had greeted him first slithered over to Tyron and repeated the greeting lick and exchange of snout bumps, and then she moved her head down his length, flicking her tongue over his body, rubbing her own body against his suggestively, invitingly, hopefully. 'I like you, do you like me?' she seemed to be saying. And Tyron had no choice but to respond, how could he not?? She was very pretty and smelled oh so nice, plus it would be horribly rude to refuse such an offer of mutual pleasure, and her scales rasping gently against his felt so...erotic. He curved back along his length and rubbed his snout against hers as they looped their bodies together, each hissing in growing arousal. She was so smooth, so slick, he thought, so beautiful! They positioned themselves, and joined with mutual hisses of pleasure, and to his delight she was also dual sexed, taking in both of his hemipenes in her twin vaginas. It never even occurred to him that he felt no embarrassment at mating in front of an 'audience' of intensely interested fellow serpents. As they ground and moved together the others joined them one by one, gently looping their coils around the mating pair, soon finding partners for themselves as well as they worshipped the Goddess with the gift of pleasure, for if she so wished she could feel their pleasure, and join them, manifest a portion of herself in their entwined bodies.
The two great golden guardians were the last to join the mating ball, lovingly curling around their lesser brethren as they slowly writhed in ecstasy. They joined with one another, having been a 'mated pair' for hundreds of years, adding their own hisses of pleasure, the smaller serpents wrapping around their thicker longer bodies. By the time the mating ball broke apart several hours later every male had mated with every female, some more than once. Despite their size differences the golden ones had mated with the lesser serpents as well. They were all spent and as happy as it was possible for their kind to be, maybe content and satisfied was a better description for how they felt.
Tyron rested in a loose pile with several other serpents, his head resting on the body of the female who had been his first partner. He was unable to close his eyes of course, but dozed in a blissful exhaustion. He had never been with a female until the Naga 'raped' him, but now he had mated numerous times in a strange reptilian orgy of incredible intense pleasure. Part of him was a little revolted and appalled, but he ignored it, it was unimportant. It was still strange though, as he fell 'asleep' he was still aware of his surroundings, his tongue automatically sensing and tasting the air, but his mind 'ignored' his surroundings as he rested. But should anything out of place appear, or be sensed, he knew he would be 'awake' in an instant. But still he found his 'sleep' very restful, and the feel and scent of the female was nice. He could feel her head resting on his own body and he knew he had found a 'friend' in the truest sense of the word.
Klathiss entered the inner sanctuary sometime later, and smiled as she saw the heap of sleeping guardians, and felt the satisfaction and contentment they radiated. The new guardian had been accepted. As she slithered across the floor they all raised their heads, tongues flicking, and she approached the two great golden serpents, and greeted each one in the way of serpents, licking and bumping snouts, but she also caressed their hard scaly heads and sides of their 'necks' as well, all of them hissing happily as they were old friends. The two great ones had already been here long before she was assigned to this temple as the chief caretaker of the guardians and High Priestess. It was time for the evening prayer, and they uncoiled and slithered off of the platform and coiled on each side of her as she also coiled and faced the statue of the Goddess. The other lesser guardians coiled behind them, the newest somewhat unsurely copying them. He was learning. Unlike the guardians she could close her eyes, but could also keep them open indefinitely if she so chose. She looked at the statue of the Goddess and offered her silent prayers of devotion and love, the guardians joining her, and she felt a wave of comfort wash over her as their prayers were heard and accepted, causing them all to hiss in ecstasy as the Goddess's benevolence washed over them briefly, the newest among them opening his mouth in shock and surprise as he felt the Goddess's touch for the first time he could recognize it for what it was, and her love for her newest devotee.
Tyron had watched as the Naga had entered the sanctuary, but was too tired and content to move, though part of him wanted to go to her. The feeling of his fellows looped over and under his own body was just too nice though. He kept watching as she greeted the two golden ones who had returned to their vigil at the base of the statue, and when they joined her and the other snakes began to move he followed, unsure as to what was happening, but knowing he needed to follow their example. They all coiled and faced the statue of the Goddess, but instead of lowering their heads in 'reverence' as had been the case at most religious services he had been required to attend, they instead kept their heads raised and their eyes on the Goddess. He did the same, not really knowing what else to do, and suddenly the eyes of the statue begin to glow, and he FELT the Goddess!! Felt it as she looked him over and found him acceptable despite his sacrilege, welcomed him into her service, he FELT it! He opened his mouth and hissed in shock, she was REAL! He had thought Gods and other deities to be figments of the minds of others, created and used to control the ignorant and gullible, had never seen proof of any true existence of such beings. But he FELT her love for him, and knew he would do his best to serve her, that he had found a true living Goddess to worship and devote his life too, and that in return she would take care of him always. And he felt a joy he had never felt before, and sensed her approval. Then the glow faded and she was gone, but he knew she was real now; and that he belonged to her and wanted nothing else.
The others seemed to sense his newfound devotion, and shared his joy by rubbing their snouts against his, tongues flicking. Welcome brother, now you know our purpose, that our 'curse and punishment' is a blessing in disguise. We were poor and wretched, starving and unwanted by our own people, but now we have a home and family, but mostly we have one who will love and cherish us despite our being lowly animals, who has made us hers, to serve and worship our mother, we are the Children of the Goddess. Welcome!
Over the next few weeks Tyron 'learned' his new duties, which were few and simple, but very important. He was 'taught' by the young female who had been his first mate after the High Priestess who had changed him. She showed him around the temple, showed him the other sanctuaries of the Goddess and the places to be guarded, where a guardian or guardians were always present and on 'duty' at all times, usually in male & female pairs. The places to be protected included all the Goddess's sanctuaries, the treasury and quarters of the priestesses, and there were also 'roving' patrols, guardians always on the move as they patrolled the vast temple complex, again usually in pairs. He soon joined these patrols and took his turn at the 'guard posts'. Somehow; he didn't really understand how, they were always relieved and rotated on a regular basis. There was no written roster, no gathering of the change of guard, they just knew where they were supposed to be at any given time. They were basically ignored by the Naga's and Saurian's who made up the temple staff, it wasn't necessary for them to interfere in any way, the guardians knew their duties. And three times a day, at dawn, noon, and the setting of the sun, all guardians not on 'duty' would gather in a sanctuary to offer up their prayers and devotion to the Goddess, who somehow always found the time to acknowledge those simple offerings of love and devotion from the least of her followers, her children hissing in adoration as her love washed over them. Sometimes there were longer ceremonies marking special days or times of the year, and the guardians also attended those as well, coiling around the base of the Goddess's statue. And often a single serpent would coil in front of a statue of the Goddess, and offer their simple individual prayers which never went unnoticed. Tyron found himself doing this often, craving that gentle loving touch, his new found devotion strange and wonderful. There were no words spoken of course, or even in his mind, just a feeling of being loved and belonging to something much greater then himself.
His other 'duties' were most pleasurable as he was trained how to mate with; and pleasure, females of other Saurian races, and also human females as well. He found it amusingly ironic that his only sexual experiences with human females would be as a serpent. Ironic, but most enjoyable, they were so soft and warm! He loved to wrap them in his coils and push his thick body between their legs as he mounted them, one hemipene at a time. He saw nothing unnatural about what he did, these couplings always took place before the Goddess as they gave her the gift of their mutual pleasure, so how could it be wrong in any way? And sometimes to his joy he would feel the Goddess accepting their gift and joining in their pleasure, feeling it for herself. Those were special times indeed. The eyes of his lover would glow with the preseense of the Goddess, his own eyes glowing as well, and the pleasure of those couplings would increase dramatically.
The other reptilian races were also enjoyable to mate with, the lizards and other Naga enjoying the services of the guardians intensely. He found; to his surprise, there were more than one 'type' of Naga as well. Quite a few in fact, though to him the differences were not important, frankly he did not really care what his sexual partners looked like all that much. It seemed to be based on how much of their human or reptilian heritage was apparent. The Lady Klathiss was somewhere close to the middle, the most numerous type of Naga who had fairly equal human and reptilian attributes, and appearance. Others were more human, or reptile. If a Naga mated with a great serpent or guardian while in season her hatchings would be more reptilian then human in appearance, the reverse being true if she mated with a human or another type of Naga. But he didn't let it worry him in any way, all were equal in the eyes of the Goddess, and he served her by guarding that which was hers, and pleasuring any devotee who wanted his services.
He found to his amazement he was quite happy and content, that what had at first seemed a horrible punishment and degradation was in fact a great gift, to be appreciated and treasured if he would only accept the opportunity. He also came to accept that despite his intelligence he was an animal, nothing more, and was fine with that, but despite being an animal he was well treated and well cared for. His duties making it almost impossible for him to follow his natural instincts to hunt; though the occasional lost rat did turn up in the temple, but not for long, he was kept well fed with living meals in the form of mostly rats, rabbits, or piglets, it taking several to make a full meal. They were common offerings as the devoted knew the guardians needed to be fed. So he ate when he was hungry, but a full meal was necessary only every couple of weeks or so. At first he had some qualms about eating something alive, but those qualms were short lived as his reptile instincts and needs merged more fully with the human part of his mind. So he came to enjoy the feeling of their still living bodies squirming as they slid down his throat to his stomach where they soon became still. It was the way of his kind, perfectly natural.
As he returned to the 'guardians lair' after a several hour stint of roving patrol he was glad to find the young female who was his best 'friend' was also 'off duty'. The 'guardians lair' was an unused storeroom in the bowels of the temple that they had made their own. The Priestesses had considerately allowed them that simple retreat that was off limits to any but fellow guardians, and had also had a 'hypocaust' installed to heat a large pool of water and keep the room nice and warm for the serpents, which was especially nice in the winter months when they suffered from the cold. They did not need to hibernate as did 'natural' serpents, the magic used to create them made them resistant to cold so they could still function in lower temperatures, but they still found it extremely unpleasant due to their cold-blooded physiologies. So the warm steam filled room was a most welcome retreat.
Tyron and the female mated long and slow, each hissing in extreme ecstasy from the pleasure they gave one another as they ground together, the heat seeping into their writhing bodies after a long period of slithering over cool flagstones and marble floors felt wonderful. They had just finished when Klathiss joined them briefly, requesting that he come with her. She did not know his name, no one did, guardians had no real names. But he knew who she meant, and followed obediently, slithering at her side, hoping she would desire for him to pleasure her. She did, and they spent a long time worshipping the Goddess as the twined and coiled around one another, hissing in pleasure. He licked her rigid nipples with his tongue as he had been trained, enjoying the taste and feel of the rubbery protrusions, his hemipienes wriggling deep inside her warm slick sexes, their mutual pleasure intense and welcome as they satisfied their needs. After they had coupled several times, and both were temporarily spent, she said,
"It iss time for you to ssstart you new duitiess my ssweet, the temple were you committed your ssacrilege hass had need of another guardian for quite ssome time, so you will be taken there to join the pressent guardian. We will misss you here, but in time you will return. Come, a priestesss iss waiting to take you."
Tyrol was not very happy about this new development, he had come to see the main temple as his home, the other guardians as his family. But he would do as he was instructed; it was the will of the Goddess. When transferred from temple to temple guardians; at least the smaller ones, were transported much as any other serpents, in heavy cloth bags. This was to keep them from alarming passers-by, keep them warm, and keep them from becoming agitated by crowds and noise. He didn't like it; one little bit, but slithered into the large bag the lizard priestess held open for him. Then a temple warrior slung him over his shoulder and he gave small hisses of indignation as he bounced against the warriors back as he loped through the city streets. This is most unpleasant, he thought. He had been told what would happen if he were to leave the grounds of a temple without permission, so had no thoughts of escape. To leave the service of the Goddess meant the magic sustaining the human part of his mind would slowly fade and he would become a snake in every way, even his physical differences would change, his cloaca would reform further down on his body and he would lose the ability, and desire, to mate out of season. Within a week of leaving the temple he would be nothing but another large snake, with the mind of a snake, and it was irreversible. But so far as he knew no guardian had ever chosen that simple animal life over their service to the Goddess. But if he was on temple business, such as now, he had nothing to fear.
The trip, though fairly short, seemed to last forever as far as he was concerned, and he gave a glad hiss as the bag was lowered to the ground, opened, and he slithered out. Despite the dimness of the temple he was temporarily blinded after the dark bag, so he coiled until his sight returned to normal. As he waited he heard the priestess and warrior leave; their errand had been accomplished, there was no reason for them to linger.
As his sight adjusted he recognized the temple, it was of course the one in which he had doomed himself to a new life with his sacrilege. As he uncoiled the sight reminded him of what he had lost, but also of what he had gained. It was cool in the temple since the door was open, so he moved towards the blazing braziers flanking the statue of the Goddess, but halted as another serpent came slithering out from under the base of the statue. He coiled and waited politely, she was the senior here, and it was up to her to make the first move. As she approached he felt some concern, her scales looked dull and sickly, and she moved slowly. At first he thought she might need to shed, but could soon see that was not the case. She approached him, and lifting her head flicked her tongue over his snout, and he returned the greeting, then they gently bumped snouts. He also recognized her as the guardian who had 'captured' him, but felt no ill will toward her at all, and in fact in a way felt gratitude. He knew what she had done had not been out of malice or evil intent, it had merely been her duty to the Goddess and any guardian would have done the same. So would he.
He uncoiled and rubbed his snout against hers again, then slid it down her 'neck' and on down her body, brushing against her, his touch and scent telling her he found her desirable and was 'interested' if she was. She turned and moved her head back down to his head, flicking her tongue over his body as she scented and tasted him, eagerly.
It had been long since she'd mated with a fellow guardian. Oh, she enjoyed coupling with the Saurian's and human's who visited the temple, but it was so different, so much better, with another guardian. And she'd been so lonely for so long, having been the only temple guardian assigned to this minor temple for five long years. She recognized him despite his new body; he was the only thief she had ever captured. She had hoped he would not harbor any resentment towards her, and from his actions he did not. She had also know he would join her eventually if he was found worthy to serve the Goddess, that he would be returned to the scene of his sacrilege to help him ponder on his 'crime', as she had been. He would serve in this temple for ten years, and then be rotated between others. She had committed a similar crime; stealing some coppers; those six long years ago, then after a year in the main temple to adjust to her new life and learn her 'duties' she had been returned here. A few months later the other guardian had been rotated, and she was left alone due to a shortage of temple guardians. But for the next five years she would no longer be alone.
They slowly and gently looped their coils around one another as they stared into one another's eyes, tongues flicking rapidly, each feeling that wonderful urgent need that so filled their lives, making it so much more bearable and enjoyable to be what they had become. He tightened his coils around her as he positioned himself, and then penetrated her sexes with a hiss of pleasure, her own mouth open silently as her body quivered in his loving embrace. Then they slowly writhed and coiled, grinding together in front of the statue of Goddess, and its eyes glowed in love and approval as she joined them and felt their pleasure as they worshipped her in the way of their kind, her Children.
The End
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