It was the end of summer, when the temperatures should give started their one-year decay. This year, it was dissimilar since the Pacific nor'-west was in one of the retentive oestrus waves in it 's account. Still, the golden leaves danced in the flatus as they fell from their branches, leaving only the evergreen plant with signs of life.

Ashling was more then a little miserable with the heat and sweat. She does enjoy swimming at Nox or go for her walkway but lately, the sun was smothering her. Many enjoyed the heat and sun but she was a Seattle female child, loving the rain and a cool breeze. Tonight was a particularly warm night and she was compelled to leave her bedchamber window open, letting the onionskin screen door keep the microbe at bay. Her only solacement resided in her lack of vesture and the fan pushing a gentle, soothing breeze across her arc form.

She thankfully had the day off and planned to savor being with her groom-to-be. The day involved many rounds of passionate love-making and more cuddling then she could agitate a stick at. The combination of tiredness and hotness ensured her a restful night. She felt relatively safe with him downstairs making himself a bite and watching some television before returning to her for the night. She was incognizant that she was not alone, for two sets of eyes crept up her near-nude form, basking in her beauty, even seeing a minor bump in her stomach.

She was three calendar month into her pregnancy, praying that the little one would make it. Her bosom had been slowly growing to firm high C cups.. maybe low D 's. Her braided black hairsbreadth snaked down her chest between her house mounds. She was always considered beautiful and graceful with one humble hang-up. She always covered her upper body or made herself sit in was that concealed the scars across her back and the brand name of her quondam life on the back of her neck. She rarely allowed anyone, even her lovemaking to see her shame of her early life. Tonight, she only wore the fishnets from when she surprised her man.

The bratva had a damage on her nous, 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 storm to marry. She had been on the run since she was 16, now twenty-two. Those two years of underworld left physical and deeper psychological scrape, but her lover saw past them, helping her flavor safe.

The shadows concealed her stalkers perfectly while they enjoyed her sweetheart, both hungry for her in different ways. Both lethal predators, one being a man while the other was his faithful, genetically-altered anaconda. The young man took his knife and popped the screen innocent, climbing into the room with his honey comrade, Bellan.

He pulled his six digital camcorders and got ready, placing three in respective places in the elbow room for optimal angle, while keeping one in his self-will. This was not his for the first time hit for the Russian Mafia and if they kept paying well, not the last. He had to allow in, he considered doing her himself before letting Bellan deliver his fun. He decided against it to stave off possible DNA contamination.

The two drew in her scent.. sex and woman musk. While he forbid his desire to claim her completely, he had no problem caressing her left thigh. She lay on her back, out like a igniter, having no need to use up her log Z's medicine earlier. The little signature makes her gum softly before she rolls over half-way onto her right side with her human knee curled in.

He smirked and pulled his hand away before he hissed softly, his permission for the serpent to take her. The serpent silently slithered up the side of the bed and took a lick of her covered human foot. He found her taste intoxicating and proceeded to coil up her wooden leg, careful not to disturb her. Ash purrs and wiggles her toes in her stocking-clad feet, despite the ophidian 's best efforts.

The roll slowly loop around her feet, ankles, knees and thighs. The hit-man continued to stare, excited by her beautiful body while his Snake River continued to perform the ancient dance of vulture and prey. He moved higher up her petite shape, careful not to progress to a sound. Bellan scoops her arms and ambuscade both to her English. He made more loose loops around her belly while staying clear of the inconvenient excrescence. 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 rubbing of his scales against her, the sound especially, wind up hitman. He leaned in, lips not more then skimp in from hers as his digit found her quick leg again. This caused the thick coils to slowly tighten just enough so she can easily emit but terminating any other campaign, communicating Bellan 's possession over her. The thoughts of her pleasant-tasting curve rush through the snake 's naive mind until he rested his head beside the hers.

She begins to wake up with a soft murmuration. `` Mmmm.. baby.. '' she whines happily as she squirms a bit from the foreign pressure, causing the serpent to constrain his own body, making her centre fly open. His head comes around before hers, eyes locked upon hers. Those black orb made her tremble down to her soul.

The coils clamp her shoulders and neck as he brings his head above hers and starts salivating, wetting her soft hair. She groans and tries to wiggle, looking to her dearest man, her future hubby, the Church Father of their unborn child. She clenches her fists, making very little movement now with the mighty coils holding her Down. The fundament braces her neck opening, then she sees the unknown in the shadows. `` B..baby.. help.. '' she wheezed, not seeing the man 's features until he stepped tightlipped, laying his hand on her skin again. She felt that shiver grow to fear as she looked upon his familiar Russian characteristic. She remembered him doing his concern with her former husband. She was horrified that she had been found and knew that her end would come soon. He had such a smug smile on his aspect as he touched her face with his fingerbreadth steer while holding a camcorder with the other hand.

All three of them knew that she was zippo more then snake food now. To the middle-aged man, she was the arrant charwoman and to Bellan, she was the perfect meal. She belonged to him and his master now, stolen from under her buff 's nose. The thirsty 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 support being the mouse wrapped in coils.

She turns her regard and looks into the snake in the grass 's cavernous pharynx, feeling it practically draw her in, in search for her vulnerable little body. The thought of her try-on in that fast hole made her tingle with horror.. and unusual rousing. The man saw her desire in her eyes as she looked to her killer. He slid his hand over the coils until one of her house mounds sits in his medal and gives it a unfaltering squeeze.

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

There was the suck dissonance, the sound of wet frame vying for her soft, warm flesh. Her optic clamp shut with a visible face, just in clock time for the rest of her head to be taken into his maw. The throat massages her scalp.. and pulls the top of her head into the tightness of his throat.

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

She clenches her fists and endeavor to jiggle, thinking of her fiance and their baby. tears ran down her cheeks, only to be washed away by the snake 's saliva. She is barely able-bodied to make a motion her head inside the snake 's pharynx, wishing to make ANY noise. Instead she started to grow light-headed as the snake 's brim touched the peak of her breasts.

He slowly worked his way around her easy orb, soaking them heavily in saliva as he continued to draw her into himself. His natural language flicks out and teases her nipples and until he decided to suck her further down his throat.

The ringlet begin to decompress and wind away to bring out her spite peel. It was only a moment of exemption before her imperfect eubstance was sucked deeper into the deepness of his throat. Once his jaws reached past her costa. This cut off any further power to breath, compounded when the pharynx muscles clamped over her baby-filled belly.

She takes her cobbler's last stale inscrutable breath until his jaws clamped shut over her abdomen, forcing the air back out. This air was all that she needed to shoot out of her daze leaving her remorselessly awake for the repulsion to come.

'' Hub ... by ... '' she gasps quietly. She could n't deny how squeamish it felt on her sensitive physique, especially against her wound bod. Her backtalk flew open and practically wanted to shout out her delectation as her slightly-rounded stomach pappa into his throat.

Ever so slowly his jaws have sealed around her broad hips with the thick saliva oozing across her ass as it soaks her ever-moistening bulwark. She groans as her rose hip are painfully pulled into his tight throat.

Once again, her headland is swimming with the lack of breathable air. The ophidian keeps one ringlet wrapped around her toned calves, keeping them from thrashing about. The man leans in and begins to lick her hone thighs, working his way towards her small feet. `` I do be intimate stockings.. '' he purred softly as he kissed each digit.

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

After about a moment the jaws are completely around the comprehensiveness of her heavenly hip joint and began the easy walk down her long legs. Once again the serpent decided to bring with her, teasing her nethers with his tenacious tongue.

Her mind tremor as she feels her arousal grow.. forcing her awake from her DoS. She wiggles her rose hip, trying to get away from the malign titillation in her rim and bucks again instinctively as the tongue danced over her swollen button. He forced the tenacious knife into her deeply, giving her a small ride before her end. Her deficiency of oxygen helped her fly to strange, new heights.

She jerks her legs a bit, trying to kick resign or at least dislodge his ravishment incurring inside her. He savored the tone of her fuzzy pile clenching around his odd appendage.
Those struggle only made them both desire her encourage, in their most BASIC, predatory ways. He sinks his belittled teeth into her second joint and the coil wring around her lowly ramification, close to popping her bones.

She curls her toes, endeavor to joggle her feet, and attempts to holler, even with the lack of O and the mouth-full of Snake juice. She clenches her fists and her insides massage the invading natural language, as tightly as he held her.. controlling her lithe eubstance with his mightily one. She thrusts her rosehip in the air, interior clamping over and over.. until she finally cums around him, the sweet fluids coating his tongue.

She feels herself sinking cryptical, allowing a little more air down to her lust lungs, allowing the fog to unclutter. She feels the minor teeth clench her sensitive frame of her thighs and pulls her in. It is n't long until the throat muscles set out to do all the work, drawing her in quicker. Her genu bump into his snout, making her wriggle a bit, her thighs half-way down his throat.

The serpent released her legs just to swallow her knees, leaving only her feet. She tried to kvetch her feet just enough but it 's too of late to do anything. The muscularity slowly pull her in and he shut his jaws behind her delicate toes to seal her away inside her descale tomb.

The wiggling bulge fights even harder now that the snake neared the end of his foresighted meal. She had to free herself, if for no one else, but her unborn daughter ! She grits her teeth and uses her nails to try and claw as she bit at his slimy inside. It was hopeless and she was dying from the want of air yet again.. and the ophidian teased the feet while they sat his tightly closed mouth. His teeth poking her tiny figure and clapper licking the lovingness of her soles.

This was hell.. and her man would never know what happened.. It was all too much so she began to cry. He raises his head and allows gravitational force to aid in finishing her journeying down his throat. It was a hideous website as he reopened his mouth, giving a honorable view of her small feet being pulled in with each swallow. With a final examination gulp, her toes slipped from purview, beginning the arduous trip to his roomier stomach.

It seemed, even after claiming her, he was n't through tormenting her. She could n't serve but purse her lips again as the ripple of the ribs passed over her spiritualist tegument, especially her nipples and tickled the crest of her hill. The trip did n't ingest long as she finally settles inside the breadbasket, dousing her in a new, tingling ooze as she breached the chamber. She wondered if she was going to sense the burn, when it came for her.

-- -

In all of the whirl, you begin to waken up, middle were barely open as you notice the strange shuffling coming from upstairs. It sounded like something was dragging and thumping across the floor. You felt ice in your vein at the mentation of your groom-to-be falling and getting hurt so you bolt out of your chair. 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 worry spiking to new grade. Oblivious to the ophidian hiding on the early incline of the bed, in the dark room you run into the Hall towards the bathroom, seeing if she made it there.. if only you knew.

You begin to take heed that foreign something in the bedroom again and you smile while sighing in relief. You have every purpose on getting her cover for making your worry. `` I am going to get her and buss my mischievous lover for her pranks. '' you State with your grinning shifting to a wolfish grin.

You, the unsuspecting boyfriend reenter the sleeping room to storm her, only to distinctly comment her absence still. A spark of movement catches your eye coming from the window.. `` A ophidian ! '' you shout as you bolt to it as it tried making it 's escape out the window. You snarl and grab it by the tail end, using all of your considerable strength strength to displume it back in with the tell-tale bulge in the middle.

With a call, you begin your assault, punching it in the schnozzle with your fist. Adrenaline rushing through his consistency, focusing his mind to one purpose, the nous snapping at you. The snake in the grass coils around you tightly, causing a rib to pop. You only increase your assault, making the snake move and hiss in anger. You do not care and you have your wits enough to keep your sleeve from getting bound in his chunky coils. You finally get his pass in your handle, attempting to squeeze and bite it in Hope of getting it to spit her out.

There is a loud retching randomness as the Hydra begins to mislay his compactness, and his dinner. The exhilaration was too a lot and it was n't long until the spiral relented to let the bulge to travel back up his torso. Your middle well up as the feet of your lover appear, sliding back out of the serpent 's sass. The reverse happened quickly until she was a pile of spit, stomachic juice, and unconscious girl.

You scream for joy upon seeing her laying there but the sibilate issue your eyes to the immediate scourge. The ophidian was robbed of his meal, terrified but enraged. You grab one of your scattergun for home aegis 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 face of the man in the windowpane with a quieten 9mm in paw. The memories of her words come back to you, her night-terrors about the mobster finding her. Your mind focused again as he took aim for you, worried about the weapon in your bridge player. You fire again, putting a wad of tungsten shot into the guy 's human face and the window that he used for cover. He makes no sound as he falls to the flooring below, slamming on the pavement.

You pump another round of golf and confirm that both trespasser were dead before moving to the downed girl. You give her a few breathing time of CPR and cause her to cough and spatter up some serpent fluid. She opens her eyes and sees you and begins to yell. You drop your scattergun and move to hold her, letting her sob into your berm until she calmed herself.

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

-- -

Both devotee were kept over-night, medical checkup staff and police being ineffective to fall apart the two. They were placed in witness protective cover as they testified of the bratva 's dealing, bringing the Seattle branch crashing down. They had a beautiful baby girl six months later and lived happily in Portland, Oregon, knowing that for once, she was as safe as she could be. She would eventually bring together the investigation and help take the fight back to organized criminal offense. Only time will recite how successful she is in her pursuance .