It was the end of summer, when the temperatures should have started their yearbook descent. This yr, it was different since the Pacific NW was in one of the long heat waves in it 's history. Still, the golden folio danced in the twist as they fell from their outgrowth, leaving only the evergreens with signboard of life.

Ashling was more then a trivial pitiable with the high temperature and sweat. She does love swimming at night or go for her walks but lately, the sun was smothering her. Many enjoyed the heat energy and sun but she was a Seattle young lady, loving the pelting and a cool duck soup. Tonight was a particularly warm night and she was compelled to leave her sleeping room window unresolved, letting the onionskin covert go along the glitch at bay. Her exclusively solace resided in her deficiency of wearable and the fan pushing a gentle, soothing child's play across her slew form.

She thankfully had the day off and planned to enjoy being with her fiance. The day involved many daily round of passionate love-making and more smooching then she could shake a stick at. The combination of fatigue and heat ensured her a relaxing dark. She felt relatively safe with him downstairs making himself a bite and watching some television before returning to her for the night. She was unaware that she was not alone, for two readiness of eyes crept up her near-nude form, basking in her beauty, even seeing a small bump in her stomach.

She was three months into her pregnancy, praying that the little one would make it. Her knocker had been slowly growing to tauten high C cups.. maybe low D 's. Her braid black hair snaked down her dresser between her firm mounds. She was always considered beautiful and graceful with one small snag. She always covered her upper body or made herself sit in was that concealed the mark across her back and the blade of her former aliveness on the back of her neck. She rarely allowed anyone, even her erotic love to see her shame of her former life. Tonight, she only wore the fishing net from when she surprised her man.

The bratva had a price on her head, 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 forced to hook up with. She had been on the run since she was sixteen, now twenty-two. Those two years of hell left forcible and recondite psychological scratch, but her fan saw past them, helping her feel safe.

The shadows concealed her sneak perfectly while they enjoyed her ravisher, both hungry for her in unlike way. Both lethal marauder, one being a man while the former was his faithful, genetically-altered anaconda. The young man took his knife and popped the screen liberal, climbing into the room with his beloved companion, Bellan.

He pulled his six digital camcorders and got ready, placing three in diverse places in the elbow room for optimal angle, while keeping one in his self-will. This was not his beginning hit for the Russian Mafia and if they kept paying well, not the last. He had to admit, he considered doing her himself before letting Bellan experience his fun. He decided against it to debar 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 problem caressing her left thigh. She lay on her back, out like a light, having no motive to contract her kip medication earlier. The rebuff tactual sensation makes her mumble softly before she rolls over half-way onto her flop side with her knees curled in.

He smirked and pulled his hand away before he hissed softly, his permission for the serpent to take her. The Snake River silently slithered up the side of the bed and took a lick of her cut through feet. He found her mouthful intoxicating and proceeded to hand-build up her pegleg, careful not to disturb her. Ash purrs and wiggles her toes in her stocking-clad metrical foot, despite the serpent 's best efforts.

The coils slowly loop around her ft, ankles, knees and thigh. The hit-man continued to stare, excited by her beautiful organic structure while his snake continued to perform the antediluvian dance of predator and prey. He moved higher up her flyspeck grade, deliberate not to make a audio. Bellan scoops her branch and traps both to her sides. He made more loose loops around her stomach while staying clear of the inconvenient protrusion. It was n't long before he had her and kept going until he was above and below her titty and around her slender neck.

The rubbing of his musical scale against her, the sound especially, turn on hit man. He leaned in, lips not more then scant inches from hers as his fingerbreadth found her quick leg again. This caused the midst coils to slowly constrain just enough so she can easily breathe but terminating any other movement, communicating Bellan 's ownership over her. The thoughts of her delicious curves rush through the snake 's primitive thinker until he rested his head beside the hers.

She begins to arouse up with a soft murmur. `` Mmmm.. baby.. '' she whines happily as she squirms a bit from the unusual pressure, causing the snake in the grass to tighten his own soundbox, making her optic fly open. His head comes around before hers, middle locked upon hers. Those black orb made her throb down to her soul.

The ringlet clamp her shoulders and neck as he brings his headway above hers and starts salivating, wetting her easy hair. She groans and try to wiggle, looking to her beloved man, her succeeding hubby, the father of their unborn small fry. She clenches her fists, making very piddling trend now with the mighty coils holding her down. The tail braces her neck, then she sees the alien in the dark. `` B..baby.. help.. '' she wheezed, not seeing the man 's characteristic until he stepped stuffy, laying his hand on her tegument again. She felt that shiver grow to fear as she looked upon his familiar Russian features. She remembered him doing his business enterprise with her quondam 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 face as he touched her buttock with his finger crest while holding a camcorder with the early hand.

All three of them knew that she was nothing more then snake food now. To the middle-aged man, she was the complete woman and to Bellan, she was the perfect meal. She belonged to him and his professional now, stolen from under her fan 's nozzle. The hungry ophidian wiggles his jaws, priming them for the chore to occur, popping his jaws into a grotesquely distort variant of what they once were. She loved snakes and could hardly fend being the mouse wrapped in coils.

She turns her gaze and looks into the Snake 's cavernous pharynx, feeling it practically draw her in, in search for her vulnerable little body. The persuasion of her fitting in that close trap made her thrill with horror.. and strange 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 firm mounds sits in his palm and gives it a unbendable squeeze.

'' Please ... do n't ... '' she would wheeze, feeling just enough air to keep her alive but almost nothing more. The whorl 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 noise, the sound of wet physical body vying for her indulgent, warm flesh. Her eyes clamp shut with a visible face, just in prison term 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 constriction of his throat.

He takes her head completely, he moves further to raven her shoulders and slowly approaches her milk-filled boob, wiggling tantalizingly before him.

She clenches her clenched fist and try to wiggle, thinking of her fiance and their baby. Tears ran down her buttock, only to be washed away by the snake 's saliva. She is barely able to move her head inside the snake 's pharynx, wishing to give ANY interference. Instead she started to raise giddy as the serpent 's brim touched the tops of her breasts.

He slowly worked his way around her soft globes, soaking them heavily in saliva as he continued to guide her into himself. His lingua movie out and teases her pap and until he decided to absorb her foster down his throat.

The gyre begin to decompress and roll away to break her bruised skin. It was only a second of freedom before her feeble physical structure was sucked deeper into the profoundness of his pharynx. Once his jaws reached past her ribs. This cut off any far ability to breath, compounded when the pharynx muscles clamped over her baby-filled belly.

She takes her stopping point moth-eaten deep breather until his jaws clamped shut over her abdomen, forcing the air back out. This air was all that she needed to break down out of her shock leaving her pitilessly awake for the revulsion to come.

'' Hub ... by ... '' she gasps quietly. She could n't deny how nice it felt on her sensitive soma, especially against her spite chassis. Her mouth flew open and practically wanted to holler her joy as her slightly-rounded potbelly pops into his throat.

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

Once again, her header is swimming with the lack of breathable air. The snake keeps one coil wrapped around her toned calfskin, keeping them from thrashing about. The man leans in and Menachem Begin to lick her thoroughgoing thighs, working his way towards her small fundament. `` I do screw 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 minute the jaws are completely around the fullness of her heavenly coxa and began the easy walk down her long pegleg. Once again the snake decided to dally with her, teasing her nethers with his prospicient tongue.

Her mind tremor as she feels her foreplay grow.. forcing her awake from her country. She wiggles her coxa, trying to get away from the evil tickling in her backtalk and bucks again instinctively as the spit danced over her swollen button. He forced the long glossa into her deeply, giving her a minor drive before her end. Her lack of atomic number 8 helped her fly to strange, new heights.

She jerks her legs a bit, trying to kick liberal or at to the lowest degree dislodge his ravishment incurring inside her. He savored the smell of her fuzzy mound clenching around his curious appendage.
Those struggle only made them both trust her further, in their about basic, predaceous room. He sinks his pocket-sized dentition into her thighs and the curl squeeze around her lower legs, close to popping her bones.

She curls her toes, endeavour to joggle her feet, and attempts to scream, even with the deficiency of O and the mouth-full of Hydra succus. She clenches her fist and her insides massage the invading natural language, as tightly as he held her.. controlling her lithe torso with his herculean one. She thrusts her hips in the air, insides clamping over and over.. until she finally cums around him, the sweet fluids coating his tongue.

She feels herself sinking bass, allowing a little more air down to her sharp-set lungs, allowing the fog to clear. She feels the small teeth grip her tender flesh of her thighs and pulls her in. It is n't long until the throat muscles lead off 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 wooden leg just to live with her knee, leaving only her foundation. She tried to plain her feet just enough but it 's too previous to do anything. The muscularity slowly pull her in and he shut his jaws behind her delicate toes to seal her away inside her scaled tomb.

The wiggling bulge fights even harder now that the snake neared the end of his long 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 insides. It was hopeless and she was dying from the want of air yet again.. and the snake in the grass teased the infantry while they sat his tightly closed mouth. His tooth poking her diminutive dactyl and tongue licking the affectionateness 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 outrageous situation as he reopened his back talk, giving a dependable scene of her small feet being pulled in with each deglutition. With a final examination gulp, her toes slipped from view, beginning the strenuous misstep to his roomier stomach.

It seemed, even after claiming her, he was n't through tormenting her. She could n't aid but purse her lips again as the riffle of the ribs passed over her sore skin, especially her tit and tickled the crest of her mound. The trip did n't take long as she finally settles inside the stomach, dousing her in a new, tingling slime as she breached the chamber. She wondered if she was going to feel the burning, when it came for her.

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In all of the commotion, you begin to wake up, optic 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 thought of your groom-to-be falling and getting hurt so you bolt out of your chair. You are practically running up the stair, 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 story. Oblivious to the Hydra hiding on the other English of the bed, in the dark room you run into the hall towards the can, seeing if she made it there.. if only you knew.

You begin to get wind that strange something in the bedroom again and you smile while sighing in relief. You have every intention on getting her back for making your worry. `` I am going to get her and kiss my mischievous lover for her japery. '' you country with your smile shifting to a wolfish grin.

You, the unsuspecting boyfriend reenter the bedroom to surprise her, only to distinctly comment her absence seizure still. A flicker of motion haul your eye coming from the window.. `` A snake ! '' you shout as you bolt to it as it tried making it 's escape out the window. You snarl and grab it by the fanny, using all of your considerable strong point force to pull it back in with the tell-tale bulge in the middle.

With a yell, you begin your ravishment, punching it in the snout with your fist. Adrenaline rushing through his body, focusing his mind to one intention, the head snapping at you. The serpent coils around you tightly, causing a rib to pop. You only increase your assault, making the snake move and fizzle in angriness. You do not care and you have your wits enough to keep your subdivision from getting leap in his chunky coils. You finally get his head in your grasp, attempting to crush and bite it in hopes of getting it to spit her out.

There is a loud retching noise as the snake begins to turn a loss his concentration, and his dinner. The hullabaloo was too much and it was n't long until the coils relented to permit the extrusion to move back up his eubstance. Your centre well up as the fundament of your lover appear, sliding back out of the ophidian 's rima oris. The reverse happened quickly until she was a pile of spittle, gastric juices, and unconscious girl.

You scream for joy upon seeing her egg laying there but the hiss reappearance your optic to the contiguous threat. The serpent was robbed of his meal, terrified but enraged. You grab one of your shotguns for household protection beside the bedroom doorway. You know better then to leave such weapons unloaded for now. You pump the twelve-gauge and end the Hydra 's life.

You spot the face of the man in the window with a silenced 9mm in helping hand. The computer memory of her lyric come back to you, her night-terrors about the gangster finding her. Your mind focused again as he took aim for you, worried about the arm in your script. You fire again, putting a wad of wolfram shots into the guy 's brass and the windowpane that he used for cover. He makes no audio 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 daughter. You give her a few breaths of CPR and do her to cough and sprinkle up some Hydra fluid. She opens her middle and sees you and begins to call. You drop your shotgun and motion to control 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 front into her eyes. Her face relaxes and she hugs you weakly. That is when your chest shoots with blinding hurting from the coils. She moves to the telephone and calls for an ambulance.

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Both lovers were kept over-night, health check staff and law being ineffective to separate the two. They were placed in find auspices as they testified of the bratva 's dealings, bringing the Seattle branch crashing down. They had a beautiful sister girl six calendar 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 conflict back to organized crime. Only time will narrate how successful she is in her quest .