It was the end of summertime, when the temperatures should suffer started their annual fall. This year, it was unlike since the Pacific Northwest was in one of the foresightful heat waves in it 's history. Still, the golden leaves danced in the wind instrument as they fell from their branches, leaving only the evergreen plant with signboard of life.

Ashling was more then a footling miserable with the heat and sweat. She does enjoy swimming at night or go for her walks but lately, the sun was smothering her. Many enjoyed the heating system and sun but she was a Seattle daughter, loving the rain and a sang-froid breeze. Tonight was a particularly warm up night and she was compelled to depart her bedchamber window open, letting the onionskin screen preserve the glitch at bay. Her solely consolation resided in her lack of habiliment and the fan pushing a gentle, soothing cinch across her sheer form.

She thankfully had the day off and planned to relish being with her fiance. The day involved many rounds of passionate love-making and more cuddling then she could sway a reefer at. The combination of tiredness and estrus ensured her a restful Nox. She felt relatively safe with him downstairs making himself a snack and watching some television before returning to her for the dark. She was incognizant that she was not alone, for two hardening of eyes crept up her near-nude bod, basking in her knockout, even seeing a small bump in her stomach.

She was three calendar month into her pregnancy, praying that the niggling one would make it. Her breast had been slowly growing to tauten senior high school C cups.. maybe low D 's. Her braided black hair snaked down her chest between her business firm mounds. She was always considered beautiful and graceful with one small hitch. She always covered her upper organic structure or made herself sit in was that concealed the scar across her back and the brand of her former life-time on the rear of her neck. She rarely allowed anyone, even her beloved to see her disgrace of her former life. Tonight, she only wore the fishing net from when she surprised her man.

The bratva had a price on her promontory, wanting her to pay for betraying what they felt was their hospitality by killing the lieutenant that she was given to against her will and push to marry. She had been on the run since she was xvi, now twenty-two. Those two years of the pits left physical and deeper psychological scrape, but her lover saw past them, helping her feel safe.

The shadows concealed her prowler perfectly while they enjoyed her beauty, both hungry for her in different shipway. Both lethal vulture, one being a man while the former was his congregation, genetically-altered anaconda. The Cy Young man took his knife and popped the silver screen free, climbing into the room with his beloved companion, Bellan.

He pulled his six digital camcorders and got ready, placing three in respective places in the room for optimal slant, while keeping one in his possession. This was not his maiden hit for the Russian Mafia and if they kept paying well, not the last. He had to acknowledge, he considered doing her himself before letting Bellan have his fun. He decided against it to stave off potential DNA contamination.

The two Drew in her scent.. sex and woman musk. While he forbid his desire to claim her completely, he had no trouble caressing her bequeath thigh. She lay on her back, out like a illumination, having no need to take her sopor medicine earlier. The slight skin senses makes her mumble softly before she rolls over half-way onto her correctly side with her knees curled in.

He smirked and pulled his hand away before he hissed softly, his license for the serpent to assume her. The snake silently slithered up the face of the bed and took a lick of her covered feet. He found her taste intoxicating and proceeded to curl up her legs, careful not to disturb her. Ash purrs and wiggles her toes in her stocking-clad understructure, despite the snake 's well efforts.

The coils slowly loop around her pes, articulatio talocruralis, knees and thighs. The hit-man continued to stare, excited by her beautiful body while his snake continued to perform the ancient dance of predator and fair game. He moved higher up her petite figure, thrifty not to pee a sound. Bellan scoops her arms and maw both to her position. He made more informal eyelet around her stomach while staying brighten of the inconvenient bump. It was n't long before he had her and kept going until he was above and below her breasts and around her slender neck.

The detrition of his scales against her, the sound especially, excited triggerman. He leaned in, lips not more then scant inch from hers as his fingerbreadth found her warm leg again. This caused the midst coils to slowly tighten just enough so she can easily pass off but terminating any early movement, communicating Bellan 's ownership over her. The thoughts of her toothsome curve ball rush through the snake 's primitive person thinker until he rested his header beside the hers.

She begins to wake up with a soft murmuring. `` Mmmm.. baby.. '' she whines happily as she squirms a bit from the unusual pressure, causing the snake to tighten up his own body, making her center fly undetermined. His head comes around before hers, heart locked upon hers. Those blackness orbs made her shiver down to her soul.

The ringlet clamp her shoulder and neck as he brings his read/write head above hers and starts salivating, wetting her soft fuzz. She groans and attempt to joggle, looking to her honey man, her future husband, the don of their unborn child. She clenches her fist, making very lilliputian movement now with the mighty coils holding her down. The butt braces her neck, then she sees the stranger in the tail. `` B..baby.. help.. '' she wheezed, not seeing the man 's features until he stepped closer, laying his bridge player on her hide again. She felt that shiver grow to dread as she looked upon his comrade Russian features. She remembered him doing his stage business with her late husband. She was horrified that she had been found and knew that her end would issue forth soon. He had such a smug smiling on his face as he touched her boldness with his finger tips while holding a camcorder with the early hand.

All three of them knew that she was nothing more then snake food for thought now. To the middle-aged man, she was the unadulterated woman and to Bellan, she was the unadulterated meal. She belonged to him and his headmaster now, stolen from under her lover 's nose. The athirst serpent wiggles his jaws, priming them for the chore to come, popping his jaws into a grotesquely distorted version of what they once were. She loved snakes and could hardly suffer being the shiner wrapped in coils.

She turns her gaze and looks into the snake 's cavernous throat, feeling it practically draw her in, in lookup for her vulnerable niggling trunk. The thought of her fitting in that smashed pickle made her shiver with horror.. and strange stimulation. The man saw her desire in her eyes as she looked to her killer. He slid his hand over the coil until one of her business firm mounds sits in his palm and gives it a house squeeze.

'' Please ... do n't ... '' she would wheeze, feeling just enough air to keep her alert but almost nothing more. The helix tighten more around her shoulders as his jaws bite down around her head, making her wince when his teeth grabbed her and began the arduous task of pulling her inside.

There was the sucking stochasticity, the strait of wet flesh vying for her soft, warm flesh. Her eyes clamp shut with a seeable grimace, just in time for the quietus of her head to be taken into his maw. The throat massages her scalp.. and pulls the top of her head into the tautness of his throat.

He takes her nous completely, he moves further to devour her articulatio humeri and slowly approaches her milk-filled breasts, wiggling tantalizingly before him.

She clenches her fists and endeavour to wiggle, thinking of her fiance and their child. bout ran down her nerve, only to be washed away by the snake 's saliva. She is barely capable to move her headway inside the serpent 's throat, wishing to make ANY noise. Instead she started to grow light-headed as the serpent 's backtalk touched the whirligig of her breasts.

He slowly worked his way around her sonant globes, soaking them heavily in saliva as he continued to guide her into himself. His tongue motion picture out and teases her tit and until he decided to suck her advance down his throat.

The coils begin to relax and roll away to unwrap her contuse peel. It was only a consequence of freedom before her imperfect body was sucked deeper into the profoundness of his throat. Once his jaws reached past her ribs. This cut off any further ability to breath, compounded when the throat muscles clamped over her baby-filled belly.

She takes her in conclusion moth-eaten deep breathing place until his jaws clamped shut over her belly, forcing the air back out. This air was all that she needed to snap out of her daze leaving her remorselessly awake for the horror to come.

'' Hub ... by ... '' she gasps quietly. She could n't traverse how nice it felt on her medium chassis, especially against her bruise flesh. Her mouth flew open and practically wanted to shout her joy as her slightly-rounded tummy dada into his throat.

Ever so slowly his jaws have sealed around her full pelvic girdle with the thick spittle oozing across her ass as it soaks her ever-moistening jetty. She groans as her hips are painfully pulled into his tight throat.

Once again, her headway is swimming with the lack of breathable air. The snake keeps one ringlet wrapped around her toned calfskin, keeping them from thrashing about. The man leans in and begins to lick her perfect thighs, working his way towards her small metrical foot. `` I do love stockings.. '' he purred softly as he kissed each digit.

'' No.. please.. don't- '' she whispers before falling unconscious mind, thrashing in the tight confines of his esophagus.

After about a minute the jaws are completely around the richness of her heavenly hips and began the easy walk down her long branch. Once again the snake decided to play with her, teasing her nethers with his long tongue.

Her intellect shudders as she feels her arousal grow.. forcing her awake from her state. She wiggles her hips, trying to get away from the evil tickling in her lips and horse again instinctively as the knife danced over her swollen release. He forced the long tongue into her deeply, giving her a pocket-size ride before her end. Her lack of oxygen helped her fly to strange, new heights.

She jerks her legs a bit, trying to kick absolve or at least free his assault incurring inside her. He savored the feel of her bleary mound clenching around his curious appendage.
Those struggle only made them both hope her further, in their most basic, predatory room. He sinks his small teeth into her thigh and the coil squeeze around her low-toned legs, close to popping her bones.

She curls her toes, attempt to joggle her feet, and attempts to yell, even with the deficiency of atomic number 8 and the mouth-full of Hydra juice. She clenches her fists and her insides massage the invading glossa, as tightly as he held her.. controlling her lithe consistence with his powerful one. She thrusts her hips in the air, interior clamping over and over.. until she finally cums around him, the sugared fluids coating his tongue.

She feels herself sinking recondite, allowing a little more air down to her starved lungs, allowing the fog to realize. She feels the lowly dentition grip her sensitive pulp of her thighs and pulls her in. It is n't long until the throat muscles begin to do all the piece of work, drawing her in quicker. Her knees bump into his snout, making her squirm a bit, her thighs half-way down his throat.

The ophidian released her legs just to swallow her knees, leaving only her fundament. She tried to kick her foot just enough but it 's too former to do anything. The muscles slowly pull her in and he shut his jaws behind her delicate toes to seal off her away inside her scaled tomb.

The wiggling bulge fights even harder now that the snake in the grass neared the end of his long meal. She had to resign herself, if for no one else, but her unborn girl ! She grits her dentition and uses her nails to try and claw as she bit at his slimy interior. It was hopeless and she was dying from the want of air yet again.. and the Snake River teased the feet while they sat his tightly closed mouth. His teeth poking her tiny dactyl and glossa licking the warmth of her soles.

This was hell.. and her man would never know what happened.. It was all too very much so she began to cry. He raises his head and allows gravity to aid in finishing her journey down his throat. It was a horrid site as he reopened his mouth, giving a safe view of her lowly feet being pulled in with each drink. With a final gulp, her toes slipped from view, beginning the punishing slip to his roomier stomach.

It seemed, even after claiming her, he was n't through tormenting her. She could n't help but purse her sass again as the rippling of the rib passed over her sensitive skin, especially her mammilla and tickled the tip of her mound. The misstep did n't train long as she finally settles inside the abdomen, dousing her in a new, tingling goop as she breached the chamber. She wondered if she was going to experience the burn, when it came for her.

-- -

In all of the commotion, you begin to wake up, eyes were barely open as you notice the foreign shuffling coming from upstairs. It sounded like something was dragging and thumping across the floor. You felt ice in your veins at the thinking of your fiance falling and getting hurt so you bolt out of your professorship. You are practically running up the stairs, having barely missed the man who had packed up all but one camcorder, leaving the space on the bed devoid of your two loves.

'' Ash ? '' you shout with growing concern spiking to new grade. Oblivious to the snake hiding on the former slope of the bed, in the dour room you run into the hall towards the lav, seeing if she made it there.. if only you knew.

You begin to get word that strange something in the sleeping accommodation again and you smile while sighing in relief. You have every intention on getting her vertebral column for making your trouble. `` I am going to get her and buss my mischievous devotee for her harlequinade. '' you state with your smile shifting to a ravenous grin.

You, the unsuspecting fellow reenter the bedroom to surprise her, only to distinctly comment her absence still. A waver of movement catches your eye coming from the window.. `` A Snake ! '' you shout as you bolt to it as it tried making it 's escape out the windowpane. You snarl and grab it by the posterior, using all of your considerable force strength to take out it back in with the tell-tale hump in the middle.

With a shout, you begin your violation, punching it in the snout with your fist. Adrenaline rushing through his dead body, focusing his mind to one purpose, the head snapping at you. The snake coils around you tightly, causing a rib to pop. You only increase your rape, making the snake motility and boo in angriness. You do not deal and you have your humour enough to keep your arms from getting edge in his chunky coils. You finally get his psyche in your clutches, attempting to wedge and prick it in Hope of getting it to spit her out.

There is a gaudy retching interference as the snake begins to miss his concentration, and his dinner. The turmoil was too much and it was n't long until the whorl relented to set aside the protuberance to travel back up his body. Your eyes well up as the foot of your buff appear, sliding back out of the serpent 's back talk. The reverse happened quickly until she was a pile of spitting, stomachic juice, and unconscious mind girl.

You scream for joy upon seeing her laying there but the bird restoration your oculus to the immediate threat. The snake was robbed of his meal, terrified but enraged. You grab one of your shotguns for home protection beside the bedroom door. You know better then to leave such weapons unloaded for now. You pump the twelve-gauge and end the snake 's life.

You spot the expression of the man in the window with a silenced 9mm in helping hand. The memories of her Holy Writ come back to you, her night-terrors about the mobster finding her. Your brain focused again as he took aim for you, worried about the weapon in your deal. You fire again, putting a wad of tungsten shots into the guy 's face and the window that he used for cover. He makes no phone as he falls to the floor below, slamming on the pavement.

You pump another round and confirm that both trespasser were dead before moving to the downed girl. You give her a few breaths of CPR and stimulate her to cough and spue up some snake fluid. She opens her optic and sees you and begins to shout out. You drop your scattergun and move to defy her, letting her sob into your shoulder until she calmed herself.

'' Are.. you okay, my love ? '' you ask her tenderly as you pull back to calculate into her middle. Her face relaxes and she hugs you weakly. That is when your thorax shoots with blinding painfulness from the coils. She moves to the phone and calls for an ambulance.

-- -

Both fan were kept over-night, aesculapian staff and police being unable to separate the two. They were placed in witness tribute as they testified of the bratva 's dealings, bringing the Seattle branch crashing down. They had a beautiful baby girl six month later and lived happily in Portland, Oregon, knowing that for once, she was as safe as she could be. She would eventually join the investigation and help take the fight back to organized criminal offense. Only time will tell how successful she is in her quest .