The cave was dark, deep, and very quiet. As they say, too quiet. My footsteps echoed softly against the stone as I moved deeper into the darkness. I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t explain how I knew. There were no footsteps behind me, no breathing. Yet every few moments I felt it—the unmistakable sensation of being watched.
I kept walking. The cave twisted deeper into the earth, the air growing colder and heavier around me. Then the hissing started. Soft at first, like someone dragging a fingernail across stone. Sssssss. I froze. The sound stopped immediately. My heart hammered painfully in my chest as I slowly turned around. There was nothing there. Only darkness.”Hello?” I called weakly, but there was no answer.
I stared into the shadows for several seconds before forcing myself to continue. The moment I looked away, the hissing returned. Sssssss.This time it sounded closer. I spun around again. Nothing. But somewhere in the darkness came a wet scraping sound, as if something heavy was sliding across the stone floor. My pulse quickened.”What the hell was that?“
Trying to ignore the growing panic, I continued forward. That was when I noticed the tracks. Deep grooves carved through the dust covered the cave floor. They were far too large to belong to any animal I knew. Kneeling beside them, I realized they were fresh. The disturbed dust had barely settled. My stomach dropped. No. No, no, no…The tracks stretched into the darkness behind me. A hiss sounded again. This time it was directly behind me! I whirled around. Something shifted in the shadows. I froze. A black scale caught the faint light filtering through the cave. Then another. And another. “Oh God…“
Scale after scale slid into view, black and glossy, covered in jagged spikes. Its body was thicker than a tree trunk and seemed impossibly long, disappearing into the darkness behind it. My breath caught in my throat. “What the fuck is that…?” The words barely escaped my lips. My mind refused to accept what I was seeing. Nothing that large should have existed.
The serpent’s head slowly rose above me. Higher and higher, until it towered over me. Then it moved. One moment it was across the cave. The next it was on me! Before I could even think, the serpent wrapped itself around my body. One coil. Then another. Then another. Its scales rasped against me as it tightened its grip—not enough to hurt me, not enough to break bone, only enough to make sure I understood that escaping was not an option.”No! No! Get off me!“I thrashed wildly, kicking and clawing at the creature’s scales. Panic exploded inside me.”Help!” I screamed. “Somebody help me!“My voice echoed through the cave and died. The serpent lowered its head until I could hear its slow, steady breathing.
And then—its tongue slipped out. Long and thick, slick with saliva. It brushed against my cheek. “W-what the hell?” I gasped. The tongue slid across my face again, leaving a wet trail. Then it pressed against my lips. I clenched my teeth shut, shaking my head violently. No. No way. The serpent tightened its coils slightly—a warning—and its tongue pushed harder. My lips parted against my will. The serpent’s tongue slithered inside my mouth. It tasted metallic, like old blood. I gagged as it pushed deeper, filling my throat. My eyes watered. I couldn’t breathe. My hands clawed uselessly at the serpent’s scales.
The serpent withdrew its tongue just enough to let me gasp for air, then plunged back in, deeper this time. Its rough texture scraped the inside of my throat. I convulsed, choking on it. Spit ran down my chin. The serpent didn’t stop. It moved rhythmically, fucking my throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. My vision blurred. My legs kicked weakly.
Then, suddenly, it pulled free, leaving me coughing. I gasped, desperate for air. The serpent paused for a brief moment. Then its tongue flicked out again, tracing my jawline before dipping lower, sliding down my neck. I shuddered as it explored my collarbone. Its grip loosened slightly, letting me squirm—just enough to feel helpless, not enough to escape.
Cold air hit my skin as it tore my dress open, exposing my bare breasts. I cried out, twisting uselessly in its grasp. The serpent made a low, rumbling sound as its tongue dragged over my nipples. The rough texture made me whimper. It circled, teasing, before pressing flat against me, leaving a wet, glistening trail.
Beneath me, coils shifted. The serpent adjusted its grip, pressing me down onto the ground. Its tongue slithered lower, tracing my ribs, then my stomach. My breath hitched when its forked tip dipped beneath my waistband. “Don’t—” I choked out. “No, not there—” The serpent ignored me. With a flick, it shredded my underwear. The wet heat of its tongue pushed between my thighs, probing, tasting. I bucked violently, but its grip was iron.
The serpent’s body tightened again—not crushing, just controlling. It pinned me flat against the stone floor as its tongue delved deep into my pussy, lapping insistently. My hips jerked involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, rough, unrelenting. I moaned. The serpent’s breath hitched against my skin. It knew. It knew exactly what it was doing.
Every flick sent sparks through me. My thighs trembled. My fingers dug uselessly into its scales. “Stop—” I choked out. But my body arched into its touch, betraying me. The serpent’s tongue curled inside me, pressing so hard against my clit that it made my vision white out. A whimper tore from my throat. “Oh God!—“
I came violently. My back bowed off the stone floor. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning—hot, sudden, merciless. My scream echoed through the cave. The serpent’s grip tightened, holding me still as I convulsed. Its tongue didn’t stop. It lapped at me greedily, drawing out every last shudder, every twitch.
When the tremors finally subsided, I slumped back, gasping. My body felt boneless. The serpent’s tongue retreated from my vagina, slick with my juices. It hovered over me for a moment before sliding its tongue back into my mouth. I tasted myself—salty, musky—my own juices coating my tongue. My stomach twisted in humiliation, but my breath hitched when the serpent pressed deeper, forcing me to swallow my own fluids. The metallic tang of its saliva mixed with the taste of my arousal, thick and cloying. I gagged weakly, too spent to fight.
Then, as suddenly as it had attacked, the serpent loosened its grip. Its coils slipped away, scales rasping against stone, leaving me sprawled on the cold floor. I gasped, clutching my torn dress. The serpent’s tongue lingered for one moment longer, flicking lazily against my lips—a mockery of a goodbye kiss—before retreating back into the darkness.
Photo Set
If you’re interested in the early sketch behind this piece, you can check it out here. And if you want to see the original creation, before it was re-imagined into the complete photo series, you can view it here.
Part 2 and the video will be added later this month. I’ll include the high res download files once the entire set is ready.
Sweet dreams… or not. 🐍🖤🔥
