The Doe and the Adder
The Doe and the Adder
This is a rather bizarre story, but quite stimulating and carnal. F I N A L W A R N I N G!!!!
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Copyright: Uoikih
Year: 2005
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Dinsha untied the knot that held her inka together and, dropping it on the riverbank, the young doe leapt into the water, catching her breath at the coldness as the icy liquid flooded over her. Dinsha shivered, took a deep breath, and dived under the water. Swimming with long, powerful strokes, the doe swiftly cut the water like a knife through silk and grabbed hold of two pointed rocks that jutted from the muddy riverbed. Lowering herself down onto her knees between the stones, Dinsha reached for a piece of glittering metal that lay in the mud, and kicked outward, lunging upward for the light rivertop. The young doe surfaced with another gasp, then swam slowly back to the bank, clutching the shiny object in her hand. Dinsha climbed out of the water and sat on the grass, reaching for her inka. Drying herself with the long, wide strip of colorful cloth, the doe inspected what she had brought from the riverbed curiously. It was a long, broad band of solid gold, with silver flakes arranged in abstract patterns across its surface. Tiny pictures of deer and wolves were etched on the silver, showing the creatures running, fighting, mating, eating, and dying. Dinsha frowned, and turned her gaze to the precious stones that were set between each flake of silver: opal, lapis lazuli, rhinestones, tiny rubies, small diamonds, and little jetstones. But, set in a frame of the purest white gold in the center of the jeweled circlet was a large emerald, dark green, almost black, and very polished and shiny. The young doe inspected it interestedly, holding it up to the sunlight. The greenstone shone a brighter color against the light, but it flashed with other different colors as well, dark blue, deep purple, and scarlet red. Dinsha cupped the emerald in her palms, and was amazed at its warmness, even though it had been lying on the bottom of the cold river for some time. She stared as it began to grow warmer, and flashes of sky-blue flared through it suddenly. The light bluish tint started to part, like water, and revealed two glowing yellow eyes, the pupils narrow and slitted black; snake's eyes. Dinsha began to shake, unable to tear her eyes from the strange emerald, when a male voice sounded. "Dinsha! Dinsha! Where are you? Are you down at the river again?" The eyes disappeared and the young doe hurriedly leapt to her feet, pulling on her inka and tying it around her waist, leaving her full breasts bare. She tucked the unusual necklace into a fold of her short skirt and faced the strong, handsome young buck that strode up to her. Indraezel.
The young male deer was tall and powerful, with rippling muscles and bronzed skin. His face was noble and his eyes were dark with anxiety and affection. His jaw was square and firm, and his head was surmounted by a rack of long, many-tined antlers, their spread wide and impressive. Indraezel was clothed only in a loincloth, two pieces of tan fabric that joined at the edges and covered his rump and loins. The buck gazed down at Dinsha. "You shouldn't go so far from the herd, blue-eyed one. You could be kidnapped, or worse, raped by some other buck looking for a young female." Dinsha glared up at him. "I'm not yours yet, dark-eyes. You'll have to wait until after the ceremony tonight to have me." Indraezel smiled. "Yes, and it's well worth the wait, I'd say." His eyes traveled down to her breasts, then back up to her face. "We need to go back." Dinsha sighed and waited for the buck to lead off down the mossy path, then walked slowly behind him. Indraezel was her chentasi, or, intended husband. Ever since they had been but fawns, their parents had talked and argued over bridal prices and so forth. When Dinsha and Indraezel had both come of age, they were betrothed to each other. That had happened two weeks ago, and now they couldn't even speak each other's names, until after they were married. Indraezel was a fine buck, but......The young doe stopped to smell a pink flower growing beside the path, and felt the weight of the hidden necklace in her inka. Indraezel turned. "Come on, blue-eyes," the young buck called, a hint of impatience coloring his words. Dinsha sighed again and trotted down to walk behind him. She hadn't wanted to be engaged to Indraezel, but the herd was happy, and so she had said nothing about it. True, he would be as gentle and kind to her as her father was to her mother, but Dinsha just didn't want to be married! She wanted to run down to the river every morning, and smell the flowers, and swim naked in the water, and race with her friends, but all that would change when she was wedded to Indraezel. A proper, mature herdwife was supposed to wear a longer inka, called a pulo, and bind her breasts back with a strip of cloth before she went out. A proper wife was supposed to take care of the fawns, and nurse them too, but still find time to pleasure her husband when he wanted her. A proper doe was not supposed to talk and consort with friends that were not yet married, only older herdwives and her mother! She couldn't stand that last rule of marriage, and, in a fit of rage, Dinsha kicked a rock down the path. It almost hit Indraezel, and he whirled. "What was that for, blue-eyed doe?" he inquired angrily. Gritting her teeth, Dinsha smiled sweetly at him. "Dark-eyes, it was an accident." Indraezel stared at her, then snorted and continued walking. Dinsha narrowed her eyes at his back. I don't want to marry him, she thought. I won't marry him; I'll run away! The idea gave her new hope, and Dinsha hurried after her chentasi.
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Dinsha sprawled out in the grass next to Fauni, Itoka, Nika, and Tatshi. By rule, she now was only to talk with these four does her own age, for they were to be married very soon. Fauni lay on her back next to Dinsha, and sighed. "Nampife says that when we are married, I will have sons. Isn't that sweet, Dinsha?" The young doe nodded. "Mmhmm. Nice, Fauni." Dinsha's mind wasn't really on the conversation; she was too busy planning her escape from Indraezel. She would need another inka besides the one she had, a small dagger, her various charms and necklaces, and something of Indraezel's, so that no one would hurt her, for she would be under a male's protection. Tatshi sat up suddenly, then leapt to her feet, shouting, "The warriors have returned! The warriors have returned!" Her friends arose, all except for Dinsha, and ran off to greet the returning bucks, some of them their chentasies. Dinsha sighed and pulled herself into a sitting position, picking up the unfinished garland of pink roses she had been stringing onto tough stalkstring as she leaned back against a pine tree. Indraezel strode up, the bloody antlers of a foebuck tied to his shoulders. "Blue-eyes! I have returned...with gifts for you!" Dinsha nodded, pretending to concentrate upon her flowerstringing. "Mmm. Thank you, dark-eyes." The buck looked flustered; he leaned forward and inhaled her scent and that of the roses. "Is your garland for me, or for some other handsome buck?" Dinsha, annoyed by his closeness, tossed the rose garland into his startled face, jumped to her feet, and strode away, shouting back at him over her shoulder, "How can it be for another, insolent dark-eyes? I am betrothed to you, and can have no other!" She headed into the forest, where the main body of the herd were gathered, leaving Indraezel staring after her.
Dinsha plopped down beside a large fire, smelling the delicious aroma of the sedgegrass-and-oak leaf stew that the older herdwives were cooking. One of the mature does reached over and patted Dinsha's ears, then handed her a birchbark plate. Another herdwife ladled some of the hot stew into the eating dish, smiling fondly at the younger doe as she turned back to her wildflower-and stawberry-meadowcake. Dinsha sipped at the soup gratefully, feeling its nourishing warmth flood life back into her limbs. She gazed out across the plains where the little fawns were gathering grass and flowers for salads and desserts, all of which would be used at her own marriage feast. Anger surging through her blood once more, Dinsha nodded stiffly at the two herdwives who had given her food, put the plate aside, leaped to her feet and strode off into the forests.
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That night, with the scent of her marriagefeast food drifting around her, Dinsha slipped into the forest, smeared with a mixture of birdblood and poppy perfume, which would throw any trackers off of her scent. She headed for the river, but not to her special place; rather, farther downstream where she could cross the water and be hunted no longer. Upon her back, wrapped in a strip of cloth, were her jewelry, a small dagger, another inka, and a tiny piece of Indraezel's antler. She had cut it from him as he lay sleeping drunkenly beside her, after he had partook of too much wine, and, after the ceremonial rites had been performed and the two were alone in the marital tent, Indraezel had raped her, over and over again. Dinsha wiped away tears as she trudged onward, remembering the horrible pain, the weeping, his drunken curses as he took her by force, and then his terrible release. Her breasts were cut and slashed from his antlers where he had butted her stomach as he ravished her, her thighs bruised from his iron grip, the flesh between her legs lacerated and torn.....Dinsha broke into a limping run as she saw the ford before her, and crossed over the river on the stepping-stones. Exhausted from her headlong run, she fell onto the forest floor and slept.
**
The river flowed swiftly before her toes as Dinsha dropped her inka and dove into the waters, the necklace clenched tightly in her hand. She swam strongly, making for the riverbed where she had found the jeweled necklet between two stones. Perhaps there were more things down there? The young doe, letting some air out of her lungs, settled gracefully upon her knees on the riverfloor, and began to dig, the dark mud sticking to her hands and churning the water around her into a dirty haze. Dinsha continued to excavate earth, but saw nothing more, and, releasing herself, floated quickly to the surface. The young doe gasped in a long breath of fresh air, clambering out of the river and reaching for her inka to dry herself with. Once dry, she took the strange necklace into her hands, and stared at it, willing the snake's eyes to come through and reveal something to her. The greenstone glowed in the morning light, then suddenly shimmered as bands of light rippled through it. Dinsha felt its bizarre warmth increasing on her palms, but could not tear her gaze from the emerald. The pale-blue color appeared, then a long slash ripped through the middle of it, and the snake's eyes appeared. Dinsha shuddered violently as the eyes grew larger and more evil. At that exact moment, a huge flash of purple light erupted before her eyes and the young doe dropped the necklet as she threw up her arms to protect her face.
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How long she lay upon the riverbank, Dinsha did not know. She awoke to a gentle, almost feathery, touch upon her cheek, and opened her eyes. Two narrow golden slits gazed back at her, two pupils slim and black.
Snake's eyes.
Familiar snake's eyes.
Dinsha lay perfectly still, her bare breasts heaving with her fast breaths, her own eyes wide and scared. The snake, whom she recognized to be an adder by the diamond patterns upon its back, smiled evily. "Lie ssssstill, young doe," the serpent hissed in a low whisper. "Lie sssssstill, and I will let you live." Dinsha did not move, hardly daring to breath or blink. Gracefully, the adder coiled itself into a shimmering heap, keeping its eyes fixed on the young doe, and nodded. "Sssspeak, deer, but lie ssssstill." Dinsha wet her lips with her tongue, but did not move. "How....who are you?" The adder reared up half its length, displaying its sharp poisonfangs as it hissed loudly. "I am Zaasiliss, Ruler of the DarkRealmssss! I make all things bow to my will; my consortsss writhe and moan asss my fangsss pierce their flesssh! Zaasiliss knowsss all!" Thunder rumbled overhead, lightning flashed, and Dinsha flinched, but waited until it had died down and the serpent had lowered itself back down before she spoke. "Are...will...please, do not harm me!" Zaasiliss uncoiled himself, gliding in graceful loops across the smooth dirt of the riverbank to wrap his body about her leg. "You have already been harmed, doe, by the smell of the blood, your own blood, which taintsss your flessh." Dinsha looked away in shame, then whipped her head back to him. "How could you know this, Serpent Ruler? How?" Zaasiliss broke into hissing laughter. "Hsshsssshsssshsss! Oh, foolisssh doe, foolisssh doe! Have you forgotten that you carried me into your tent from my prissson upon the riverbed? From my dominionsss, I ssssaw the young buck, whom is called Indraezel, violate you. I sssaw you flee from hisss bed, and I sssee you now, asss I sssee all." His yellow eyes rested on hers for a moment, and then Zaasiliss uncoiled himself from around her leg. "Bring to me the antlerpiece which you cut from your rapissst'sss head." Dinsha rose, shaking. and retrived her traveling pack, feeling the serpent's eyes upon her naked back. She pulled the antlerpiece from its tiny cloth and brought it back to the DarkRealm ruler.
Zaasiliss inspected it, then took it into his mouth and bit down, letting the deadly poison in his fangs seep into the fragment of antler. The white bone caught afire and sizzled into ash before Dinsha's unbelieving eyes. The serpent brushed the cinder into a pile with his long tail, fixed his eyes upon it, and began to chant. "Akesss sssoma ressssi kassso." Over and over he intoned these words. Dinsha caught her breath and backed away as the ashes began to take shape. The figure of a buck appeared. Indraezel! The thing began to writhe and its mouth opened in a silent scream, but no sound was heard. Instead, a long, glowing green serpent slithered from the spirit-buck's gaping maw, coiled its transparent body about the deerghost, and shattered it into a million fragments. Dinsha gasped again. Zaasiliss never stopped his evil chant. The green snake-spirit licked up the pieces, and hissed madly. Abruptly, the serpent Ruler stopped his chant, and the green snake he had conjured coiled still. "Go to the place where the Herd of the Wildgrasssss sleeps. Find Indraezel, and take hisss ssspirit. Torture and torment him until he yieldsss it up; then return to me with it. Go now." The green serpent hissed wickedly and soared off into the air, leaving a streak of white fire behind it as it went. Zaasiliss turned to Dinsha. "Indraezel will not haunt you again, young doe. His ssspirit will burn in the ninth depth of Hadesss for what he hasss done to you." Dinsha nodded, but her heart was shocked. Zaasiliss slithered over to her. "Lie ssstill, Wildgrasss deer, and let me mend what he hasss torn." Dinsha nodded, and lay back.
The adder began a slow song under his breath, and his heavy, muscular body slid silently over Dinsha's thigh. His tail wrapped around her left breast, and his long forked tongue flicked out at the dark pink nipple. Dinsha shuddered, her eyes closing. Zaasiliss licked the hardening extremity gently, then took it in his mouth, his poisonfangs sliding over Dinsha's smooth skin like the touch of feathers. The young doe opened her eyes, and stared in rapt wonderment as the bruises from Indraezel's groping fingers disappeared under the serpent's ministering tongue. Zaasiliss licked the nipple once more, restoring it to its fresh brightness, then slid over to her next breast, nuzzling the firm digit and sliding his forked tongue over the soft pink flesh. Dinsha shuddered with delight, a moan working its way up from her lungs to burst quietly from her lips. Zaasiliss stopped his tormenting pleasure of her for a moment. "It isss the will of my brethren that I do thisss thing for you, Wildgrasss doe, and it pleasesss you." Dinsha watched the huge snake as he bent his head gracefully to continue his gentle tongue-caresses. "It is not pleasure for you, serpent ruler?" Zaasiliss smiled, stroking his heavy, shimmering coils across her thighs and healing the bruises and welts there. "It givesss me pleasure, young doe, when you are pleasssed by it." Dinsha smiled back at him, tears welling up in her eyes. The adder pulled his mouth from her breast for a moment, reared up, and pressed his softly scaled lips against the young doe's. Dinsha stiffened, then melted into the muscular coils and seeking tongue of the serpent ruler, sliding her arms around his neck, which was twice the width of her thigh and stronger in itself than her herd ruler. Farther down, she felt something hard against her thigh.
Zaasiliss pulled his mouth from Dinsha's and smiled into her eyes, now dilated with pleasure. Still raking his coils across her slender body in gentle waves of caresses, the adder bent his head to nuzzle the hollow of her throat. The young doe moaned again, louder this time, her amrs still around the serpent's neck. The ruler shifted position, sliding down from his perch between her breasts to lie coiled between her thighs. Forming himself into a circle, he gently pushed her smoothfurred legs apart. Dinsha looked down at him, breathing hard. Zaasiliss gazed back up at her with his golden snake's eyes. "Lie ssstill, doe. Lie sssstill." The young doe nodded, wincing slightly as she felt the DarkRealms' ruler's tongue flick out at the torn flesh between her thighs. Strangely enough, the pain that had been plaguing her since she left Indraezel's bed subsided and gave way to exquisite pleasure. There were no words to describe what she felt as Zaasiliss's forked tongue slid deeper inside her, tasting her, feeling her. The serpent shifted again, his immense coils sliding against the earth, and Dinsha felt the smooth hardness against her thighs again, but paid it no heed, her fingers knotting into the grass. The serpent's tongue slithered farther inside of her, much farther than any buck's could, until it seemed to touch her very core. The bloody walls of her opening sealed as the ruler licked them into healing. Dinsha's fingers locked tighter on the grass; she could feel her own wetness seeping from her body. "Ohhhh...ohh...Zaasiliss...Zaasiliss!" The climax came, and with it a burst of warm liquid and a cry from her heart.
**
Indraezel lay sprawled out across his bed, drunkenly sleeping off the night's wine. In his mind swirled erotic thoughts of young does, all in various positions and with their legs spread.....Indraezel reached down between his own thighs unconsciously, taking hold of his hard shaft and squeezing it. His eyes were closed, so he could not see the white streak of fire that flitted past his face, and the pain that came next made him wish for death.
**
Dinsha's hot body calmed, the heat of her climax subsided, her taut nerves loosened, and she panted quietly. "I...I have....never....felt anything....anything like....that!" Zaasiliss's soothing laughter reached her ears. "Ah yess, but what isss to come will surpasss that which you have jussst experienced by far." Dinsha sighed with delight. "More. Oh, by the stag's antlers, may you be blessed, my serpent." The heavy coils slid across her thighs and the scaly lips kissed her throbbing groin. "Look upon me, Wildgrasss doe." Dinsha looked down, and stifled a gasp of shock and pleasure. Below the adder's navel, a few fingertip lengths down, there protruded an enormous shaft. Indraezel thought that he had been big when he had taken her virginity at about nine inches, but the serpent ruler was fully thirteen inches long and not yet fully erect. The serpentine member was thick, very long, like a stallion's, and its color was like none she had ever seen. There were no words to describe it....and the pouch that hung below was no less small; rather, it would take both Dinsha's hands just to cup one! The doe eyed them for a moment, wondering, with some fear, what it would take for a rod that large to fit inside her, and then she looked into Zaasiliss's eyes. "Have no fear," he hissed softly, kissing her navel. "I will not hurt you. Lie back and lie ssstill." Dinsha did as she was told, drawing up her knees and spreading herself wider as the huge adder applied gentle pressure to her thighs. She gripped the grass in breathless anticipation.
Zaasiliss looped his coils around both her ankles, providing leverage for himself and holding her apart. "I have given you back your maidenhead, but it will not hurt when I take it again. I promissse you thisss." Dinsha nodded, and Zaasiliss positioned himself.
**
The small green serpent hovered a few feet away, surveying its work calmly. Indraezel's shaft lay a few feet away, near his bloody, discarded testicles. The buck's head had been hurled across the room, splattering gore, blood, and brain matter upon the tent walls, and now rested, kissing the dirt, in some corner. The green serpent held a clear vial, in which Indraezel's spirit rested. The snake hissed with laughter to itself as it sped out of the tent walls, holding the vial. Dinsha was avenged; Indraezel was dead.
**
To anyone else, it would have looked like Dinsha was commiting beastiality of the worst kind, coupling with a bloodthirsty reptile like a dirty whore. . .
But to Dinsha, she was making love with Zaasiliss...
The serpent slid the head of himself just past her wet lips, shifted his coils, and pushed farther. Dinsha moaned. Never had she felt such fulfillment! Zaasiliss was filling her to the limit, thrusting, of course, like a snake among the leaves. His shimmering coils bunched, tightened, and stretched with his efforts. His golden gaze never left the young doe's face, and her eyes never left his. It was as if they were locked together, making love with their eyes as well as their bodies.
The doe and the adder.
She arched her hips into his heavy, muscular coils, which slid across her as he hilted himself, rearing up as he pushed deeper inside. She drew him in, massaging him with her inner muscles, locking her ankles around his scaled back, crying out as he moan-hissed. His massive shaft slid gently past her maidenhead; but with no pain. He drew himself almost all the way out, shuddered slightly, and plunged back in, deep, filling her to the hilt of his shaft, so that she could feel the pouch with its heavy burdens slapping gently against her groin. Zaasiliss reared up higher; lightning flashed behind him, as his coils lapped around Dinsha's ankles. They thrusted, arched, clasped, and moaned together, as winds whipped at their bodies and the heat grew intense.
Waves of heat, sweeping, washing, flowing, flooding.
The adder thrusted harder and faster; he was coming to the end. The young doe writhed and arched against his heavily muscled, coiled, shimmering body, shuddering with pleasure.
It came....
Their joined climax came as one. Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning forked the sky as Zaasiliss hissed with delight and spilled his potent seed deep into Dinsha. The doe came as well, her slender young body hot and fresh against her serpent lover's own. Zaasiliss's proud and mighty head collapsed upon her breasts; the adder's scales glistened with sweat. In this, Dinsha was glad, glad that Zaasiliss, her virile, powerful lover was mortal in at least this sense; a sense of pure exhaustion. They lay together like that; he buried up to the base of his member in her, so that her soft slitfur brushed his belly above his magnificent rod; she sweaty and panting beneath his delicious weight, hoping that the great pleasure they shared would never end.
But all good things come to an end, in this case, too soon for Dinsha, much too soon. The giant serpent, with a firm, yet disciplined tug of his nether coils, drew himself gently from Dinsha's clasping wetness. His large head lay still, pillowed upon her prespiring breasts, and she stroked the smooth scales lovingly. "Come back to me, my adder. Please. I will need you." Zaasiliss pulled his head up and gazed deep into her eyes, smiling. "Yesss, my lovely Dinsssha. I will remember your dovesssoft ssskin and return. I promissse you thisss, alssso." The young doe met his soft mouth with her own, and they kissed passionately, as though they would die without each other. Then, slowly, Zaasiliss slid away from Dinsha. "I have had many she-serpentsss," he whispered. "But never a doe so loving and fresssh asss you. Yesss, I will come back. Hold the necklet clossse to your heart, Dinsssha, for that isss where I ssshall be. I shall visssit you when you are leassst expecting it. Goodbye." In a flash of light, the great serpent was gone.
Dinsha picked up the magnificent necklace in time to see the glowing snake's eyes recede into the manifold of colors. The doe smiled, and unclasped the fastener upon the necklet, preparing to put it on, when she noticed something. Where there had been wolves engraved into the pure gold before now rested serpents, kingly and poised, with tiny opals for eyes. Yes, the deer were still there...no, only one doe. The tiny figures now depicted a snake and a doe walking the earth, kissing, making love.....
Dinsha knew only too well who those two figures were...
Without a backward glance, Dinsha fastened the necklace around her neck, where the greenstone lay, glowing and warm, between her breasts, over her heart. Draping the inka around her waist, the young doe picked up her bundle of belongings and set off, into the rays of the rising sun. She was never seen in those parts again.
Some say when the lightning flashes and the thunder crashes it is Zaasiliss and Dinsha, happily retracing intimate territories....
The End