The Serpents Kiss

"Who is Nag? said he.  "I am Nag.  The great god Brahm put this mark upon all our people when the first cobra spread his hood to keep the sun off Brahm as he slept.  Look, and be afraid!"

Rudyard Kipling, "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi 

 

She was a beauty, that was for sure.  Shining black scales, bright, clear eyes, pink tongue that flickered out as she tested the air.  But there was something different about her as well, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.  It was as though when she looked at him she was thinking about something, pondering him and what he was.  Snakes were intelligent, more intelligent that humans gave them credit for, he knew that, but this snake seemed to be more intelligent than most.  She was a spectacled cobra that someone had been keeping illegally.  He was the local herpetologist the police had called to see if he would take it.  Would he?  You bet your ass he would!  Unlike amateurs he knew what he was doing and treated the reptiles with the respect that they so richly deserved.  Unlike what so many people thought, he knew that snakes were not cold, killing machines; they just were different than the creatures we were used to dealing with on a day to day basis.  They weren't cute and cuddly, you couldn't pet or stroke them like a dog or cat, they were just different.  Most people found them to be repelling, thinking them slimy or gross feeling when they weren't.  Snakes didn't have the normal kind of beauty but had a beauty and mystique all their own.  While deadly, be they venomous or not, they weren't evil like the portrayal in the Bible, they were just different and cold about the way they killed; a single-mindedness that had allowed them to exist for so long, evolving into what they are now. 

He had named her Tanith, a word with semantic roots meaning serpent lady.  It seemed apt for her.  Like anyone in his profession would be, he was cautious around her but not afraid.  Gradually she seemed to get used to him and realize he was not there to hurt her.  Like he did all of his serpent collection he talked to her even though he knew she could not hear him in a conventional way.  It was more for him than his companions; somehow he felt if he spoke to them they would realize he was not an enemy or a threat.  In his brain, he knew that was foolishness but like all superstitions it stuck with him.  Even though he was fairly familiar with cobras and what kind of care they needed he still did a bit on boning up on them when she came into his possession.  Most of what was in the books he read he had already known but there were a few things here and there he didn't know or had forgotten. 

Of all the snakes and reptiles he had in his collection and those he had encountered she was the oddest.  Somehow, she seemed to be more than an ordinary cobra. Those eyes of hers seemed to contain more intelligence than any snake he had ever encountered.  Furthermore, it seemed to him that when he spoke to her she understood.  He knew that was pure wishful thinking, but he couldn't shake the feeling of more than normal reptile intelligence coming from her.  Where ever he was it seemed that her eyes followed him, watching, judging, and waiting.  More and more he found himself drawn to the beautiful snake. He'd sit by her cage talking to her; she would curl up by him, head raised, alert, as if she was listening.  How odd. 

She was becoming an obsession to him he realized, that he but was powerless to stop it.  It had gone so far that he was actually dreaming of her when he slept.  In the dreams she spoke to him, talking to him as if she was his lover.  Once the dreams started he decided to research her to find out where she came from.  It was a difficult task but he knew he had to do it.  He wondered if there was something in her history that might explain all of this.  Through shipping orders and customs he was able to trace her back to India, to a Shiva temple.  Snakes, especially cobras, were worshiped in India with many temples over there devoted to them.  He noticed that many people had possessed her but each time something out of the ordinary had happened and she was placed somewhere else.  None of this, however, explained how she was affecting his life.  What could it all mean?  He had no idea but the feelings were growing stronger every day and the dreams more vivid every night.

One night, as he was dozing in his bed he woke up to a noise.  Sitting up he tried to place it but to no avail.  He assumed in was one of the many normal nighttime noises and rolling onto his side he dozed off only to be awaked an hour or so later by something crawling on his bed. Sitting up he turned on a beside lamp and saw Tanith there, coiled on the blanket, looking at him.  He knew he should be alarmed, after all she was venomous, but he felt interest, no fear.  Then slowly, she stretched out to her full length and her body started to ripple, beginning at her tail and working its way upwards.  Before his wondering eyes she began to change physically.  From that long serpentine body a human female form slowly emerged.  It probably only took a couple minutes but to him, watching hypnotically, it seemed like hours. 

When her body was fully human she looked at him, smiling, tongue flicking out to moisten her lips.  He stared at her, trying to wrap his mind around what he had just seen.  It was Tanith who spoke first, her voice soft and sensual with a snake-like hissing sound to it.  "Of all those I have known or who have possessed me you are the kindest.  You give snakes the respect we deserve.  Never once have you harmed one of us, never, even when given cause to.  That is a remarkable thing Shevy, most remarkable indeed!"  Sliding up closer to him she looked at him, a small smile on her face, her eyes shining.

This is a dream, it has to be, he thought.  It must be coming from those dreams I've been having.  That was the only explanation he could think of.  But if it was a dream it was the most realistic he had ever had!  It went so far that he thought he could smell her, a musky scent, not strong but subtle like the smell of a flower caught on a gentle breeze.  Looking her up and down, he smiled.  If this was a dream his imagination had created a very beautiful woman!  Her hair was long, mid-way down her back, jet black.  She had a gently toned body, her skin a light mocha color.  But it was her face and eyes that drew him in.  A heart shaped face, its features in perfect symmetry but it was her eyes that captured him.  They hadn't changed color or characteristics; they were still very much the eyes of a cobra.  Slowly, she slithered up the bed before straddling his waist, pressing her hands to his chest, and staring into his eyes.  Smiling and wetting her lips with her tongue again, she said, "Few people in this world can truly see the beauty of serpents, but you can.  For that Shevy I will give you your reward."  

Leaning forward, she kissed him softly on the lips.  Dream or not, this was exciting him greatly.  Wrapping his arms around her thin waist he pulled her closer to him, kissing her back tenderly.  It wasn't long before he could feel her hands wander down his chest, a touch so light that it made him shiver and his skin prickle.  When she found his cock she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing it gently, making the head swell more than it already was. Without a word more, she broke off the kiss and tossed his blankets aside. Straightening up, she held his cock to the entrance of her pussy and slowly lowered herself down on it with a soft hiss.  Then, looking back into his eyes she began an undulating movement, up and down. 

Reaching out, he put his hands on her waist, gently holding her.  Her pussy was hot and tight and velvety smooth, making his cock throb madly.  Soft moans and hisses emitted from her as she moved up and down on his stiff member.  Those snake-like eyes held his gaze as though he was hypnotized.    Slowly she built up speed, moving faster and harder, sliding up and down on him.  With an urgency following hers, he thrust his hips up to meet her strokes.  Letting one hand fall away from her waist he then eased it down to her crotch and started to rub her clit in slow circles, causing her to moan even louder.  Leaning over, she kissed him again, this time more rough and animalistic, probing her tongue into his mouth.   Her firm breasts rubbed against his naked chest, the hard nipples, poking him as she moved.

Easing his arm around to her back, he pulled her tightly to him, mouth locked with hers.  Throbbing madly, he could feel his cock twitching against the silken confines of her pussy; the walls of it squeezing him as the gentle friction built.  Both their bodies were bathed with sweat, making them slick and their skin shiny.  A soft slapping of flesh against flesh grew gradually louder as she thrust onto him faster.  He could feel her clit throbbing madly against his finger, telling him how much she was enjoying what they were doing. 

Abruptly, she sat up straight and looked down at him, palms resting on his chest, nails digging into the flesh a bit.  Throwing her head back, she let out a loud scream, signaling her release, body quivering madly in orgasm, pussy clutching his turgid member.  Unable to contain himself any longer, he let his own orgasm overtake him, shooting his hot load deep inside her, eyes screwed tightly shut, teeth clenched, and mouth grimacing from the sheer power of it. He had never felt like this before and wasn't sure he could ever feel it again.

When it was over and he lay there, catching his breath, she slowly let his now flaccid member ease out of her, then backed away slightly.  Without a word and with a wink she slowly shifted back, curling up to rest on his sweaty chest.  Gently, he stroked her head until he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her and wondering where she would take him.

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