Marty slowly opened his eyes to find himself inside of something very soft and scally. He looked around and saw that he was in the massive coils of a giant anaconda and inside a giant stone room. The room was covered in cracks and vines, looking thousands of years old. Marty knew where he was and who was holding him. He was in Inkanyamba’s Temple.

Marty was stunned. This was the place that he had been searching for the past 10 days. What he and his friends had been searching for. Almost all of them taken by Inkanyamba. He knew that Jack, Steven, and Albert had been taken, but he wasn’t sure about Aiden and Lucy. He hoped that they were safe and coming to rescue him.

“Ahhh, you're awake,” said a deep, feminine voice that ringed around the room. Marty turned his head around, trying to find the source. Then, in front of him, two golden eyes emerged from the darkness and began to approach into the light. The face of his kidnapper was revealed to be her, Inkanyamba in the flesh. Her amber eyes piercing Marty’s mind right to the soul. Her inky black tongue flicked out, smelling his fear radiating off of Marty’s body.

Inkanyamba could feel Marty’s blood pump faster and his heart rate increase dramatically, all aspects of prey that she quite enjoyed. Inkanyamba flashed Marty a predatory smile as he began to tremble in pure fear. “Let me go. Please.” Marty cried as she approached. “Ohh. Anxiouss are we...Already sstarting to beg.” Inkanyamba teased.

Inkanyamba tightened her coils slightly to hold him down. She slithered closer toward him till her snout was only a few inches away from his face. Her warm, odorless breath washed over him like a hot sauna. “Do you know where you are Marty?” she asked, her tongue flicking out and bopping Marty on the nose.

“Yes. I’m in your temple. Right?” Marty asked with difficulty, as the tightening coils where making it harder for him to speak. Inkanyamba lowered her head down to his level so that their eyes could meet. “Yess.” she hissed softly, the pureness of her voice melting into his ears like warm butter on a piece of toast. “How do you know my name.” Marty wheezed as the pressure around his torso grew greater.

Inkanyamba giggled. “I have been watching your group from day one. Sspying on you and sstriking when you were mosst vulnerable. Sslowly making your friend go crazy…” she playfully hissed. “Where...are...my...f-f-friends?” Marty gasped as he struggled to get air. Inkanyamba’s tightening coils were pressing down on Marty’s lungs and making it very difficult to get even the slightest amount of air.

Inkanyamba’s eyes looked down onto her coils, then back at Marty. “In a ssafe place.” she said. Marty groaned, hoping that the “safe place” she was referring to wasn’t what he thought it was. Marty tried his best to stay calm and try to find his happy place, but it was hard to when he was choking on his own breath.

As Marty looked into Inkanyamba’s eyes, he says that her eyes had changed from the normal amber, golden shade to a swirling pattern of billions of shades of color. Marty knew what she was trying to do. He tried to turn his head away and look at something else, but Inkanyamba’s coil came around his neck and the side of Marty’s head, forcing his face into her eyes.

“Sso much ressisstance. Relax.” Inkanyamba purred as she leaned in closer, filling Marty’s vision will nothing but her hypnotic spell. Marty tried his best to thrash or do something, but it was impossible. With his gaze enclosed on Inkanyamba’s eyes, he began to sink into the spell. “Good...Gaze into my eyess little one…” Inkanyamba encouraged.

A deep, softening warmth began to flow through his muscles. It started slowly at first, but the longer he looked, the faster the warmth spread. Marty relaxed his body as he slipped into Inkanyamba’s power. He was completely helpless.

Marty’s mind became more and foggier. Any thought that could have come up was unable to break through the dense haze that filled his brain. Any thoughts of resistance, fighting or escape were not only impossible but unimaginable.

“The world outsside iss a sscary one. Full of danger. Murdererss, Rapisstss, Thefiess.” she hissed. Marty, unable to control his mind and actions, nodded in agreement. “I can take you to a better place. A new world. You’ll be ssafe from all the troubless of thiss world. You’ll be where you belong.” she purred. Marty tried to say something, but all that came out was deep grown. “Would you like that?” Inkanyamba asked, flicking her tongue out so it grazed along Marty’s check. Marty nodded his head in agreement, even though he really didn’t understand a word Inkanyamba was saying. “I knew you would agree.” Inkanyamba hissed.

Inkanyamba slithered over to the side of Marty’s face, releasing some of the coils around his head. Her mouth opened and revealed her gaping maw. Marty turned his head over and peered into her wet, warm throat. No light. No cold. Little Air. Lots of room. Inkanyamba blew a breath of warm, odorless air over Marty’s face, making him blush a deep red.

Inkanyamba’s inky black tongue rolled out and wrapped itself around Marty’s face. Her lips came over the whole of his head and embraced him in a soft, deep kiss. Inkanyamba’s tongue swirled around Marty’s head, coating him in her clear saliva as she kissed and tasted Marty, sucking on his head like a lollipop.

From inside, Marty could see his coming destination. Her trout mussels squeezing and opening with each breath, eagerly calling for Marty to greet them...

And he couldn’t wait to meet them too...

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Welcome to the 31st part of my "The Hunt" series, which is ongoing gift art for the epic Inkanyamba.
Now, we get to see what happens when you fall into Inka's coils...

Inkanyamba belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/inkanyamba/
Marty belongs to me

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