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While exploring the Serpent's Lair, Deiser encounters a strange serpentine song. As a hardened adventurer, the only thing to do is follow it to the source. What could go wrong?
Axe in hand, Deiser approached the ruins known only as Serpent’s Lair. It sounded just like the place the demoness Sedire might hide out in, so in his endless pursuit of her, he had come here to these old stone ruins of a once great castle. The local villagers’ whispers of something monstrous recently taking residence here was enough more motivation that he didn’t really need. With a quick hand combing of his dark hair and a self affirming nod, he headed in ready to confront whatever lurked within.
Immediately upon entering, he heard something strange - a song. He paused. How had he not heard it outside of the ruins? Surely even a little should have leaked out. He frowned but continued forward. Was this one of Sedire’s tricks? No, this seemed something different. The song, the music, the melody…it was all beautiful, an ethereal tune that one might hear in one’s dreams. Yes, that’s what this felt like - a dream. Slowly stumbling past the same looking walls in search of a song that went on and on. Deiser blinked, pausing for a moment to rub abruptly weary eyes. A dream, and what precluded dreams? The man yawned, leaning on his axe as he considered the question.
Sleep…
And sleep he did in the calming embrace of the song.
*
Deiser awoke with a gasp. What had just happened? The last thing he remembered was the clattering of his axe and falling to the floor and now-
He blinked. Where was he now? The stone walls of the ruins were gone and instead he found himself in a wooden walled room carpeted with rugs of foreign and dazzling design.
“Awake, are we?” a voice spoke, deep and smug.
Deiser jumped and reached for a weapon that simply wasn’t there. Standing in front of him was a tall humanoid male snake with scales the color of sand. He was clad in simple white robes and grinned down at Deiser, his slit reptilian yellow eyes glimmering with mischief. Deiser looked away, trying to make sense of his situation.
“It’s about time,” the snake said, reaching a hand down and touching Deiser’s chin, forcing him to look up with the press of a clawed finger. Deiser winced, not noticing that blackish scales started to sprout where the snake’s claw rested. “Your adventures must have really tired you out, hmm?”
“Who are you?” Deiser asked.
“Me?” the snake said, putting a hand on his chest, his grin broadening. He flicked out his tongue with a wink. “Most just call me master, but for now…Vosk.”
Deiser shivered, something in how the snake said his name stirring something in him. Was it fear? No! He looked defiantly at Vosk.
“So what is this?” he asked. “Am I a prisoner now?”
“Nothing of the sort!” Vosk laughed, removing his hand from Deiser’s chin. His tongue flicked out again and Deiser frowned. Something about that flick seemed dismissive. As if he wasn’t a well trained warrior who had taken on many a challenge before.He grit his teeth, unaware of how the black scales slowly crept up his cheeks and down his neck. His neck ached slightly as it grew longer and thinner.
“Then what am I?” Deiser growled. He stared defiantly at Vosk. No, not Vosk, his eyes. They were so entrancing, so alluring…
“My first,” Vosk said.
“First what?” Deiser said, growing a bit impatient with his master. He blinked, but barely registered the thought. Those eyes were just so distracting. Were all snakes like this, even the ones that didn’t walk on two legs? The scales continued their slow spread, tickling at his ears which promptly began to shrink away.
“My first listener of course!” he said and from his robes withdrew a painted black and gold flute. “I’ve played since I’ve arrived here but none nearby have ventured near. You’re special, you know.”
Deiser again shivered. Was that praise from his master? Er, captor. His ears sank away into the sides of his head and Vosk might have said something more, but it was lost as he heard nothing for several moments while the scales crawled up past his lips to his nose. Then he gained two holes for hearing on either side of his head, indiscernible from the scales that now surrounded them.
“So…” Deiser said, more meek than he meant to. He swallowed and as he did so his Adam’s apple slipped away beneath the scales that spread down his neck to his collarbone and behind to his back. His words came out high and feminine but perhaps he was just too shaken to sound gruff? “I’m not your prisoner?”
At this Vosk laughed, a boisterous guffaw that lightened Deiser’s worries, but only a little because he kept his gaze locked with him throughout his laughter. After all, the snake was bigger than him and probably stronger too. Deiser shrank away from the uproarious laughter and as he did his shoulders softened, their broadness diminishing by the second.
“Prisoner?” Vosk snorted and shook his head. “No, no, nothing of the sort. I wouldn’t want to keep a captive audience, would I?”
For some reason, Deiser found himself shaking his head along with Vosk. He blinked when several patches of something fell from his head, but he couldn’t break eye contact with the snake to look. With a start, he realized it was his hair but that was…fine? He didn’t need his hair, did he? Vosk certainly didn’t need any and he looked ok. Better than that even. He was handsome for a snake. Deiser’s worried frown shifted to a slight smile as he continued to stare into those alluring eyes. He blinked a couple times but there was no escaping that gaze. It was powerful, enthralling, just like his master.
Vosk, Deiser corrected himself. The man served no master but himself except…except he did like to entertain, didn’t he? That’s what adventuring was in a sense. Solving things and bringing back stories that were entertaining? But no, that felt too passive. Deiser’s smile slipped away. How could he more actively entertain people, people like Vosk? Or maybe just Vosk. After all, he was the only person here…
“No, no,” Vosk continued, holding up his flute. “I want an audience that’s drawn to me. To my masterful playing of my magical music.”
“Magic?” Deiser murmured. He wanted to say more, but his jaw felt stiff and sore. Maybe if he could just stretch it out, it’d feel better? He opened his mouth and felt gentle relief as his scaled mouth pushed forward with his shrinking nose into a muzzle, his glasses slipping off with a small clatter. His face stretched longer and longer until he had a proper serpentine snout with three cute heat pits on either side. All that remained of his nose was two small slits and his teeth had dissolved, leaving only the start of two long fangs poked out of his snout, but they were small and unnoticeable for now. His snout was noticeable to him, however, but its slight protrusion in his vision was nothing compared to Vosk’s powerful gaze.
“I’d say it’s just a turn of phrase,” Vosk continued. “But I would be doing myself a disservice. Yes, I know a touch of magic, but my musical mastery? All from practice.The magic too I suppose, but I think you know what I mean.”
Deiser nodded, the rest of his hair falling away. He shifted in his seat, waiting, no, longing for the serpent to say more. His mind tingled with curiosity and his body did too as the black scales spread down his torso.
“So,” Vosk said. “That’s all just to ask a question: would you like to hear me play?”
Deiser blinked, irises starting to shrink into slits while golden markings form in a line above them to accentuate them. Hadn’t he heard the snake’s song already? Wasn’t that why he was here? But all that was swept aside as he stared into those gleaming eyes. Of course he wanted to hear more of his master’s music! He nodded excitedly and Vosk grinned, bringing the flute to his snout and began to play.
The song was different from the one that had plunged him into slumber. This tune was upbeat and energetic and Deiser felt inspired by it. His feet yearned to move, itching to get dancing or was that itching merely a symptom of the scales that sprouted there? He curled and uncurled his toes as they grew a little longer, nails forming into nails that soon scratched at the bottom of his shoes. He hissed in impatience, thinning tongue sliding out once, twice, and thrice to finally fork into a proper serpentine shape. He wanted, no, needed to dance, but would it be rude without Vosk’s permission? Perhaps the serpent simply meant him to enjoy the melody. Still staring into those eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but Vosk simply nodded with an easy smile as if he knew what he meant to ask! But of course! Master was always one step ahead.
Deiser leapt to his feet and as he did so, he knew that this wasn’t going to work. It’s not that he didn’t know how to dance, but his shoes were imperfect, impractical for scaled reptilian feet that grew slightly longer and wider. The problem was soon solved when his feet practically burst from his footwear, tearing them to shreds. With a smirk, Deiser stepped out of the scraps of his shoes. When his heels abruptly lifted, he tottered and nearly feel but Vosk caught him with his long, sinuous tail and grinned, never having stopped playing his music for a moment. Deiser grinned back, his fangs growing a little as the song surrounded him.
Now standing in a digitigrade stance, Deiser began to dance while never taking his eyes from his master’s gaze. It started off as an awkward jig, his slightly shy and very nerdy personality holding him back but…he had to do better! After all, Vosk, er, his master was playing such fantastic music!
The music, already all around him, seemed to gently press in on him, guiding clumsy movements into several twirls that still lacked grace. Deiser pouted. What was he doing wrong? Perhaps…perhaps he was thinking too much? He just had to surrender to the music, to let it guide and shape him. As if detecting his thoughts, Vosk nodded as he moved closer to the changing man.
Deiser let out an uncharacteristic giggle and spun away on legs that thinned and lengthened into slender shape as black and gold scales spread up them. He never took his gaze away from his master as he danced around the musician, the thighs of those now graceful legs thickening with every moment. Deiser…the man…no, the snake giggled again. It was working! All he had to do was listen to the music, a melody that grew and grew with other instruments as if there were others in the room playing. The black scaled snake wiggled hips as the scales crept up there, moving along with the rhythm as it pulled him left and right then left and right again and again. In turn, that hip that cheekily jutted out with each movement pulled apart from the other, hips widening and widening until they were ample and full and a perfect complement to his thick thighs and slender legs. His pants hung loosely on his increasingly feminine frame but there was something missing.
Or a lot missing, but the snake didn’t let that bother him. Her? She blinked but didn’t pause in her dance, scaled, fleshy hoods with gold lines matching the segmentation of scales pressing out from her neck and head in her confusion. She thought of herself as female but still felt more than a little male mostly because of what still resided between her legs. Sure, the music continued to shape her as she danced, gently pressing in her sides for that proper hourglass figuring and smoothing out her stomach to leave her svelte and alluring. Too bad she was still flat chested…
She stared into her master’s eyes for guidance and he laughed, a deep, rich chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. What had she been thinking earlier about him? That he was handsome? She was wrong. She grinned, fangs lengthening to proper points. He was downright sexy!
Her eyes widened in surprise, brown eyes turning gold as he took his snout from the flute and the music continued playing! It swirled all around them and the black and gold scaled snake laughed at her own silliness. Of course the music remained! Her master was magical, after all!
He approached her and, unsure what else to do, she continued to dance, the sounds continuing to shape and soothe her. Her hips grew a little wider, thighs a little thicker, and at last her rear began to grow. It swelled as her master drew near, her once disappointedly flat scaly rear gradually filling out in an ample, plump rump that jiggled with her every step and sway.
Something pulled against her lower back, forcing her unintentionally away from her master. She giggled and sway as something sprouted from there, an appendage that felt alien at first, a thick, serpentine tail scaled in black and gold that slithered and swayed as it grew out above her plush rear. It curled and moved as if it had a mind of its own and was sure to draw any eye to its movement and her equally enticing rear. Giggling, she couldn’t help but turn around and shake her tail and rear at her approaching master, who nodded his approval before giving her rear a hefty smack. She hissed and felt a rush of heat go to her head and crotch.
Finally her master was upon her. Though her legs were longer and her shape more slender and svelte, he still towered over her, though she didn’t feel intimidated by him. If anything, she was empowered by his presence and more than a little aroused, that annoying bit of her that she shouldn’t have pressing against her underwear. Her master put one warm, strong hand on a slim shoulder while the other reached down into her pants and seized the offending member. She gasped but continued to dance, swaying her hips from side to side as he pressed that out of place organ into her. It shrank and sank and the snake felt her knees go weak as her femininity bloomed between her legs. She squeezed thick thighs together and flicked out her tongue, whimpering needily as what little remained of her masculinity reformed into a slit already slick and wet with arousal. Her master ran his fingers over her lower lips and grinned at how she shuddered.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?” he asked.
“Yessss, master,” she hissed, flicking out her tongue teasingly. Her voice sounded feminine and breathy, but of course it did! She was a she-snake after all. Her master reached his hand around and squeezed her rear, causing her to moan needily. He was being forthright today!
“Very good,” he chuckled. “Show me more of what you can do!”
The black and gold scaled snake nodded and spun away. Her pants, already loose, didn’t follow her, instead falling to a heap around her legs that she daintily stepped over. She looked down at her long, luscious legs that danced so steadily and grinned, though she frowned when she saw the strange undergarment around her hips. It looked like men’s underwear and certainly wasn’t meant for her!
She looked to her master, who was playing his flute again. She winked and hissed, sinuously swaying her wide hips from side to side while she brought a hand to her underwear. Her nipples twinged and the start of breasts budded on her chest as she slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull the underwear down. It was a slow strip, showing off all of her best features, her ample hips, her thick thighs, her cute, slick slit, and those legs that could dance for dance and her master ate it up, every moment of it, as she knew he would. Now he was the one enjoying himself and that thought caused her to grin with great joy. She’d do anything for master!
Now bottomless, the she-snake continued her dance but was bothered by something else. Why have a shirt on at all? Her master deserved to see her belly, her breasts (small as they may be), and her waist and she deserved to be free of human constraints. She took the bottom of the shirt in both hands and did much the same as she did with the underwear, but in reverse, instead lifting it up and up.
As she did so, her small breasts surged with new fat and flesh. Once not even noticeable beneath her shirt, her little tits went from nearly flat to an undersized bosom to full though average breasts to hefty handfuls and finally to ample melons that jiggled and bounced once released, golden nipples erect and eye-catching. She threw her - no, the shirt that definitely didn’t belong to her away and cupped her heavy tits in her hands and marveled at their size and weight, her tail swaying with excitement. They were perfect for both her and for master! She hissed and couldn’t help but lift them while she pressed her snout between them and flicked out her tongue. For the first time, she felt complete, whole, although wasn’t this how it always was? She, a sexy, sultry, and seductive snake with the skill to dance and match any music with seductive, sinuous movements, and her master, who often supplied that music and enjoyed her wholeheartedly?
Yes, that was right, and all those thoughts of a nerdy, dark haired man with laughable combat capabilities was wrong. She let her tits drop and bounce with a giggle as she danced gracefully towards her master who had ceased playing his flute, her curves, shining scales, big, bouncy tits - why, all of her perfection was on display for her master. Her rear jiggled, her tail and hips swayed, and before she knew it she was embracing her master as the music ended with a quiet chirp. She looked up into his yellow eyes with her golden gaze and grinned, showing off her full fangs as her heart fluttered.
“Very, very good,” he said, stroking the back of her head while his other hand dropped to squeeze her rear. “How was that for a first rendition?”
“Perfect, master,” she said and she meant it, heart beating fast as he held her. “Jussst perfect!”
She couldn’t help but hiss when so aroused, but if that was her only flaw, it was a fine one.
“I am glad to hear, lovely,” he said, flicking out his tongue against her snout. “How would you feel about some more company? Some sisters to accompany your movements?”
Rather than feel jealous about the thought of sharing master, she nodded excitedly. More sisters, more snakes, more seductive swaying and serpentine sex. She shivered at the thought of her pleasing her master while another snake girl ate her out. Gosh, she was just wet at the fantasy and here she could make it a reality.
“Of course, of coursssse!” she panted. “Anything for you, master.”
“Very, very good,” he said, grinning broadly as he fondled her ample tits, squeezing them and enjoying as she shivered and moaned. “But before we do that, would you mind showing me some of your other ‘movements’?”
“Yessss,” she said. “As I sssaid, anything for you, master!”
“Ah,” Vosk chuckled. “Then so shall it be.”
deiser !While exploring the Serpent's Lair, Deiser encounters a strange serpentine song. As a hardened adventurer, the only thing to do is follow it to the source. What could go wrong?
Axe in hand, Deiser approached the ruins known only as Serpent’s Lair. It sounded just like the place the demoness Sedire might hide out in, so in his endless pursuit of her, he had come here to these old stone ruins of a once great castle. The local villagers’ whispers of something monstrous recently taking residence here was enough more motivation that he didn’t really need. With a quick hand combing of his dark hair and a self affirming nod, he headed in ready to confront whatever lurked within.
Immediately upon entering, he heard something strange - a song. He paused. How had he not heard it outside of the ruins? Surely even a little should have leaked out. He frowned but continued forward. Was this one of Sedire’s tricks? No, this seemed something different. The song, the music, the melody…it was all beautiful, an ethereal tune that one might hear in one’s dreams. Yes, that’s what this felt like - a dream. Slowly stumbling past the same looking walls in search of a song that went on and on. Deiser blinked, pausing for a moment to rub abruptly weary eyes. A dream, and what precluded dreams? The man yawned, leaning on his axe as he considered the question.
Sleep…
And sleep he did in the calming embrace of the song.
*
Deiser awoke with a gasp. What had just happened? The last thing he remembered was the clattering of his axe and falling to the floor and now-
He blinked. Where was he now? The stone walls of the ruins were gone and instead he found himself in a wooden walled room carpeted with rugs of foreign and dazzling design.
“Awake, are we?” a voice spoke, deep and smug.
Deiser jumped and reached for a weapon that simply wasn’t there. Standing in front of him was a tall humanoid male snake with scales the color of sand. He was clad in simple white robes and grinned down at Deiser, his slit reptilian yellow eyes glimmering with mischief. Deiser looked away, trying to make sense of his situation.
“It’s about time,” the snake said, reaching a hand down and touching Deiser’s chin, forcing him to look up with the press of a clawed finger. Deiser winced, not noticing that blackish scales started to sprout where the snake’s claw rested. “Your adventures must have really tired you out, hmm?”
“Who are you?” Deiser asked.
“Me?” the snake said, putting a hand on his chest, his grin broadening. He flicked out his tongue with a wink. “Most just call me master, but for now…Vosk.”
Deiser shivered, something in how the snake said his name stirring something in him. Was it fear? No! He looked defiantly at Vosk.
“So what is this?” he asked. “Am I a prisoner now?”
“Nothing of the sort!” Vosk laughed, removing his hand from Deiser’s chin. His tongue flicked out again and Deiser frowned. Something about that flick seemed dismissive. As if he wasn’t a well trained warrior who had taken on many a challenge before.He grit his teeth, unaware of how the black scales slowly crept up his cheeks and down his neck. His neck ached slightly as it grew longer and thinner.
“Then what am I?” Deiser growled. He stared defiantly at Vosk. No, not Vosk, his eyes. They were so entrancing, so alluring…
“My first,” Vosk said.
“First what?” Deiser said, growing a bit impatient with his master. He blinked, but barely registered the thought. Those eyes were just so distracting. Were all snakes like this, even the ones that didn’t walk on two legs? The scales continued their slow spread, tickling at his ears which promptly began to shrink away.
“My first listener of course!” he said and from his robes withdrew a painted black and gold flute. “I’ve played since I’ve arrived here but none nearby have ventured near. You’re special, you know.”
Deiser again shivered. Was that praise from his master? Er, captor. His ears sank away into the sides of his head and Vosk might have said something more, but it was lost as he heard nothing for several moments while the scales crawled up past his lips to his nose. Then he gained two holes for hearing on either side of his head, indiscernible from the scales that now surrounded them.
“So…” Deiser said, more meek than he meant to. He swallowed and as he did so his Adam’s apple slipped away beneath the scales that spread down his neck to his collarbone and behind to his back. His words came out high and feminine but perhaps he was just too shaken to sound gruff? “I’m not your prisoner?”
At this Vosk laughed, a boisterous guffaw that lightened Deiser’s worries, but only a little because he kept his gaze locked with him throughout his laughter. After all, the snake was bigger than him and probably stronger too. Deiser shrank away from the uproarious laughter and as he did his shoulders softened, their broadness diminishing by the second.
“Prisoner?” Vosk snorted and shook his head. “No, no, nothing of the sort. I wouldn’t want to keep a captive audience, would I?”
For some reason, Deiser found himself shaking his head along with Vosk. He blinked when several patches of something fell from his head, but he couldn’t break eye contact with the snake to look. With a start, he realized it was his hair but that was…fine? He didn’t need his hair, did he? Vosk certainly didn’t need any and he looked ok. Better than that even. He was handsome for a snake. Deiser’s worried frown shifted to a slight smile as he continued to stare into those alluring eyes. He blinked a couple times but there was no escaping that gaze. It was powerful, enthralling, just like his master.
Vosk, Deiser corrected himself. The man served no master but himself except…except he did like to entertain, didn’t he? That’s what adventuring was in a sense. Solving things and bringing back stories that were entertaining? But no, that felt too passive. Deiser’s smile slipped away. How could he more actively entertain people, people like Vosk? Or maybe just Vosk. After all, he was the only person here…
“No, no,” Vosk continued, holding up his flute. “I want an audience that’s drawn to me. To my masterful playing of my magical music.”
“Magic?” Deiser murmured. He wanted to say more, but his jaw felt stiff and sore. Maybe if he could just stretch it out, it’d feel better? He opened his mouth and felt gentle relief as his scaled mouth pushed forward with his shrinking nose into a muzzle, his glasses slipping off with a small clatter. His face stretched longer and longer until he had a proper serpentine snout with three cute heat pits on either side. All that remained of his nose was two small slits and his teeth had dissolved, leaving only the start of two long fangs poked out of his snout, but they were small and unnoticeable for now. His snout was noticeable to him, however, but its slight protrusion in his vision was nothing compared to Vosk’s powerful gaze.
“I’d say it’s just a turn of phrase,” Vosk continued. “But I would be doing myself a disservice. Yes, I know a touch of magic, but my musical mastery? All from practice.The magic too I suppose, but I think you know what I mean.”
Deiser nodded, the rest of his hair falling away. He shifted in his seat, waiting, no, longing for the serpent to say more. His mind tingled with curiosity and his body did too as the black scales spread down his torso.
“So,” Vosk said. “That’s all just to ask a question: would you like to hear me play?”
Deiser blinked, irises starting to shrink into slits while golden markings form in a line above them to accentuate them. Hadn’t he heard the snake’s song already? Wasn’t that why he was here? But all that was swept aside as he stared into those gleaming eyes. Of course he wanted to hear more of his master’s music! He nodded excitedly and Vosk grinned, bringing the flute to his snout and began to play.
The song was different from the one that had plunged him into slumber. This tune was upbeat and energetic and Deiser felt inspired by it. His feet yearned to move, itching to get dancing or was that itching merely a symptom of the scales that sprouted there? He curled and uncurled his toes as they grew a little longer, nails forming into nails that soon scratched at the bottom of his shoes. He hissed in impatience, thinning tongue sliding out once, twice, and thrice to finally fork into a proper serpentine shape. He wanted, no, needed to dance, but would it be rude without Vosk’s permission? Perhaps the serpent simply meant him to enjoy the melody. Still staring into those eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but Vosk simply nodded with an easy smile as if he knew what he meant to ask! But of course! Master was always one step ahead.
Deiser leapt to his feet and as he did so, he knew that this wasn’t going to work. It’s not that he didn’t know how to dance, but his shoes were imperfect, impractical for scaled reptilian feet that grew slightly longer and wider. The problem was soon solved when his feet practically burst from his footwear, tearing them to shreds. With a smirk, Deiser stepped out of the scraps of his shoes. When his heels abruptly lifted, he tottered and nearly feel but Vosk caught him with his long, sinuous tail and grinned, never having stopped playing his music for a moment. Deiser grinned back, his fangs growing a little as the song surrounded him.
Now standing in a digitigrade stance, Deiser began to dance while never taking his eyes from his master’s gaze. It started off as an awkward jig, his slightly shy and very nerdy personality holding him back but…he had to do better! After all, Vosk, er, his master was playing such fantastic music!
The music, already all around him, seemed to gently press in on him, guiding clumsy movements into several twirls that still lacked grace. Deiser pouted. What was he doing wrong? Perhaps…perhaps he was thinking too much? He just had to surrender to the music, to let it guide and shape him. As if detecting his thoughts, Vosk nodded as he moved closer to the changing man.
Deiser let out an uncharacteristic giggle and spun away on legs that thinned and lengthened into slender shape as black and gold scales spread up them. He never took his gaze away from his master as he danced around the musician, the thighs of those now graceful legs thickening with every moment. Deiser…the man…no, the snake giggled again. It was working! All he had to do was listen to the music, a melody that grew and grew with other instruments as if there were others in the room playing. The black scaled snake wiggled hips as the scales crept up there, moving along with the rhythm as it pulled him left and right then left and right again and again. In turn, that hip that cheekily jutted out with each movement pulled apart from the other, hips widening and widening until they were ample and full and a perfect complement to his thick thighs and slender legs. His pants hung loosely on his increasingly feminine frame but there was something missing.
Or a lot missing, but the snake didn’t let that bother him. Her? She blinked but didn’t pause in her dance, scaled, fleshy hoods with gold lines matching the segmentation of scales pressing out from her neck and head in her confusion. She thought of herself as female but still felt more than a little male mostly because of what still resided between her legs. Sure, the music continued to shape her as she danced, gently pressing in her sides for that proper hourglass figuring and smoothing out her stomach to leave her svelte and alluring. Too bad she was still flat chested…
She stared into her master’s eyes for guidance and he laughed, a deep, rich chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. What had she been thinking earlier about him? That he was handsome? She was wrong. She grinned, fangs lengthening to proper points. He was downright sexy!
Her eyes widened in surprise, brown eyes turning gold as he took his snout from the flute and the music continued playing! It swirled all around them and the black and gold scaled snake laughed at her own silliness. Of course the music remained! Her master was magical, after all!
He approached her and, unsure what else to do, she continued to dance, the sounds continuing to shape and soothe her. Her hips grew a little wider, thighs a little thicker, and at last her rear began to grow. It swelled as her master drew near, her once disappointedly flat scaly rear gradually filling out in an ample, plump rump that jiggled with her every step and sway.
Something pulled against her lower back, forcing her unintentionally away from her master. She giggled and sway as something sprouted from there, an appendage that felt alien at first, a thick, serpentine tail scaled in black and gold that slithered and swayed as it grew out above her plush rear. It curled and moved as if it had a mind of its own and was sure to draw any eye to its movement and her equally enticing rear. Giggling, she couldn’t help but turn around and shake her tail and rear at her approaching master, who nodded his approval before giving her rear a hefty smack. She hissed and felt a rush of heat go to her head and crotch.
Finally her master was upon her. Though her legs were longer and her shape more slender and svelte, he still towered over her, though she didn’t feel intimidated by him. If anything, she was empowered by his presence and more than a little aroused, that annoying bit of her that she shouldn’t have pressing against her underwear. Her master put one warm, strong hand on a slim shoulder while the other reached down into her pants and seized the offending member. She gasped but continued to dance, swaying her hips from side to side as he pressed that out of place organ into her. It shrank and sank and the snake felt her knees go weak as her femininity bloomed between her legs. She squeezed thick thighs together and flicked out her tongue, whimpering needily as what little remained of her masculinity reformed into a slit already slick and wet with arousal. Her master ran his fingers over her lower lips and grinned at how she shuddered.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?” he asked.
“Yessss, master,” she hissed, flicking out her tongue teasingly. Her voice sounded feminine and breathy, but of course it did! She was a she-snake after all. Her master reached his hand around and squeezed her rear, causing her to moan needily. He was being forthright today!
“Very good,” he chuckled. “Show me more of what you can do!”
The black and gold scaled snake nodded and spun away. Her pants, already loose, didn’t follow her, instead falling to a heap around her legs that she daintily stepped over. She looked down at her long, luscious legs that danced so steadily and grinned, though she frowned when she saw the strange undergarment around her hips. It looked like men’s underwear and certainly wasn’t meant for her!
She looked to her master, who was playing his flute again. She winked and hissed, sinuously swaying her wide hips from side to side while she brought a hand to her underwear. Her nipples twinged and the start of breasts budded on her chest as she slowly, ever so slowly, began to pull the underwear down. It was a slow strip, showing off all of her best features, her ample hips, her thick thighs, her cute, slick slit, and those legs that could dance for dance and her master ate it up, every moment of it, as she knew he would. Now he was the one enjoying himself and that thought caused her to grin with great joy. She’d do anything for master!
Now bottomless, the she-snake continued her dance but was bothered by something else. Why have a shirt on at all? Her master deserved to see her belly, her breasts (small as they may be), and her waist and she deserved to be free of human constraints. She took the bottom of the shirt in both hands and did much the same as she did with the underwear, but in reverse, instead lifting it up and up.
As she did so, her small breasts surged with new fat and flesh. Once not even noticeable beneath her shirt, her little tits went from nearly flat to an undersized bosom to full though average breasts to hefty handfuls and finally to ample melons that jiggled and bounced once released, golden nipples erect and eye-catching. She threw her - no, the shirt that definitely didn’t belong to her away and cupped her heavy tits in her hands and marveled at their size and weight, her tail swaying with excitement. They were perfect for both her and for master! She hissed and couldn’t help but lift them while she pressed her snout between them and flicked out her tongue. For the first time, she felt complete, whole, although wasn’t this how it always was? She, a sexy, sultry, and seductive snake with the skill to dance and match any music with seductive, sinuous movements, and her master, who often supplied that music and enjoyed her wholeheartedly?
Yes, that was right, and all those thoughts of a nerdy, dark haired man with laughable combat capabilities was wrong. She let her tits drop and bounce with a giggle as she danced gracefully towards her master who had ceased playing his flute, her curves, shining scales, big, bouncy tits - why, all of her perfection was on display for her master. Her rear jiggled, her tail and hips swayed, and before she knew it she was embracing her master as the music ended with a quiet chirp. She looked up into his yellow eyes with her golden gaze and grinned, showing off her full fangs as her heart fluttered.
“Very, very good,” he said, stroking the back of her head while his other hand dropped to squeeze her rear. “How was that for a first rendition?”
“Perfect, master,” she said and she meant it, heart beating fast as he held her. “Jussst perfect!”
She couldn’t help but hiss when so aroused, but if that was her only flaw, it was a fine one.
“I am glad to hear, lovely,” he said, flicking out his tongue against her snout. “How would you feel about some more company? Some sisters to accompany your movements?”
Rather than feel jealous about the thought of sharing master, she nodded excitedly. More sisters, more snakes, more seductive swaying and serpentine sex. She shivered at the thought of her pleasing her master while another snake girl ate her out. Gosh, she was just wet at the fantasy and here she could make it a reality.
“Of course, of coursssse!” she panted. “Anything for you, master.”
“Very, very good,” he said, grinning broadly as he fondled her ample tits, squeezing them and enjoying as she shivered and moaned. “But before we do that, would you mind showing me some of your other ‘movements’?”
“Yessss,” she said. “As I sssaid, anything for you, master!”
“Ah,” Vosk chuckled. “Then so shall it be.”
Category Story / TF / TG
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 136.3 kB
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