Posted by Ripper X on December 03, 2003 at 23:46:32:
Some of you may remember this story as it is quite old. Many were pleased with it, however I really wasn't. I am with this one though. It has been dramaticly rewritten and polished. I hope that you enjoy it, and would love if you tell me what you think.
Mischievously, Kali giggled as she splashed water at Noim who was quietly sunning herself naked by the side of the pool.
"Cut it out!" She squealed, bolting upright from the sudden shock of the cold water on her warm flesh.
"Come with me into the water," Begged Kali, "I want to make love to you one last time."
Out of all of the girls, Kali preferred Noim. It wasn't just because of her long red hair– she didn't know why, but she liked her personality. Bir and Jager, she thought, were much too quiet. She supposed that they were proper enough sacrifices though. Noim was much like her, more spirited and care-free.
"I want to look good for Zanna." Noim said as she wiped the cold drops of water off of her perfect light-brown skin.
"Oh, but Jager and Bir are." She mewled, pointing toward the two girls and pouting. Just watching them, she could feel herself getting hotter, "Please?"
"Why don't you join them?" Noim asked laying back down, knowingly taunting her.
"Because, I want you." She protested, pulling herself out of the pool. Noim looked up and seen Kali's jaunty smile as she boldly crawled toward her. She thought about pushing her away but she wasn't fast enough, and as soon as their lips met all of her resistance entirely melted.
Her hands explored Kali's beautiful little body– She was the smallest of Zanna’s girls. She had the straightest, blondest hair that Noim had ever seen, and eyes that were blue enough to get lost in for eternity. Her hands ran easily over Kali's cold, wet body. Her teeth playfully biting her on the neck as she felt Kali's chilly fingers fondle her hot pussy.
"Oh Kali." She whispered into her ear, enjoying the girl’s cold, but expert touch. Noim sat up in attention, and eased her onto her back, kissing her pouty pink lips, her arched throat, between her plump perky breasts, and down her stomach until she got to her trembling pussy. She loved watching Kali's tight tummy quivering as her pussy got hotter and hotter until tasty cum coated her tongue. Enraptured, Kali arched her back, running her hands up and down her tight tummy, relishing the sensations. Noim slowly climbed back up her body and kissed her long and hard, granting Kali a chance to taste her own sweet nectar.
Overlooking the harem pool, Opher, the High Priest, watched the girls frolic. He loved to observe the gorgeous sacrifices playing at the pool. He had chosen Bir and Jager as his favorites– particularly Bir. With her long shapely legs, and innocent demeanor; Opher’s mouth watered at the mere thought of snatching her up and spanking her shapely toned bottom until she cried for mercy.
Then there was Jager– an exquisite creature. A nice full figure, the plumpest breasts of the bunch, and the biggest brown eyes that he had ever seen. Not one of the girls were ugly by any measure, in fact he would love to tie any one of them down and listen to their screams as he raped them; but they were not his to take. No, these young beauties were the sacred property of the Goddess, and only the best were suitable enough for Zanna. Speaking of . . . they had to be ready soon.
“Bella!” He ordered a cleric, “Her Holiness should be awakening within the hour. Inform the sacrifices that it is time for them to prepare.”
Bir slowly got into the warm bath, Jager was already lathering up her hands to bathe her. Knowing that this would be the last bath that she would ever take, her heart beat so hard that she could feel it all over.
"Calm down Bir." Jager murmured tenderly as she lathered up the girl's back.
"I can't help it. I'm scared."
"I know Sweety," comforted Jager, taking a deep breath, swallowing her own fear, "so am I."
"I guess that I am kind of excited too, though." Bir contemplated, giving her arm for Jager to wash, "We will actually get to see her. We will get to feel and touch her. We will be food for her. Us! Food for a Goddess."
"Strange isn't it?" Jager answered after a time, as she gave the soap to Bir, "Unbelievable excitement, yet frightful all the same."
"Exactly." Agreed Bir, rubbing soap all up and down Jager's full figure, both girls nervously giggling for a time at their own morbid sense of pleasure.
"I’ll miss you." Said Bir, clinging to Jager's slippery body, wrapping her hands around her stomach and breasts.
"Don’t worry Bir." She whispered, patting her arm, “It’s just like in the stories. We’ll be together forever. Remember?”
Opher quietly waited in the Goddess’s chamber until she began to stir. She would sleep like this for four long months, then she would awaken to feed. She was so beautiful, even in naga-form: Covered in shiny silver scales that gently expanded as she slumbered. Her large reptilian body stretching twenty paces long, and four holds wide in her middle. Always exquisite, with her long flowing blood-red hair, large full lips, and a delicate looking jaw– though Opher knew its lethal power all too well.
His heart beat faster the second that her haunting eyes opened. Eyes the color of the most expensive lapis lazuli– So bright that he could see the reflection of the entire room.
Her mouth opened, seeming to break as her jaw dislocated and stretched wide; a forked tongue rolling out of her mouth as the Goddess yawned.
"Hello, my lover." She said after a time as she shifted into her human form. Her scales sinking under creamy white skin. Her tail hardened and shrank, splitting into two long legs, while a dainty pair of arms sprouted from an elegant torso.
With hunger, she pressed her naked body against his; She could feel his cock throbbing. She was starving, but she first had to take care of him. The Goddess Zanna slid her delicate hand into his robe and greedily grasped his member as harsh as she could, just short of ripping it off.
"Oh my Goddess." He moaned, letting his robe fall to the polished marble floor, “I am he that is loyal only to the Serpent.”
Zanna took him by the throat, pressing her lips against his before pushing him to the bed where he fell, as if a slave, onto the mattress of pillows. Scooting himself deeper under the baldachin, she followed in perfect unison, raking her long fingernails over his chest. He winced from the pain, but graciously accepted it. Mounting him, pinning his arms above his head, she slowly fucked him. Barely lifting her ass– her pussy as tight as his muscle would allow. He was totally in her power. She controlled his will to cum.
For several minutes she tortured him. Taking him on the verge of orgasm only to stop, and tighten around his throbbing phallus, not allowing his hot, burning seed to escape him. Enjoying his suffering, until finally, when he could take no more. When she was happy with the groans that rumbled from deep within him. Then, slowly, steadily, firmly– she milked his aching, demanding cock. Rage, ecstacy, and cum bursting from him. His body releasing a primal roar, as for a brief moment she had stolen his humanity. For a brief moment he had become nothing but a rabid animal.
He could do nothing for several minutes, that was enough time for her to clean herself in her private bath, and refresh. She always enjoyed giving him sex, but it honestly did nothing for her. The only time when she could truly achieve orgasm was while in snake-form, which just her weight alone would kill him, and that was the last thing that she wanted. Why, if he died, than there would be no one to feed her. Besides, she loved him very much, and found much satisfaction in just catering to his needs. That was her pleasure.
"So my dear Opher," she asked once the man sat up, "what do you bring me this day?"
"I shall go get them, My Lady." Opher said, standing up and going out to the hall to fetch the sacrifices.
They all silently waited outside of the thick, ominous chamber door dressed in short white sacrificial gowns that made their tan skins appear all the more radiant.
The priest had been in her chamber for an hour, when finally the door opened, and he stood naked before them, his cock semi-hard and bright red, which shocked them. They had never before seen a penis.
"Follow me, ladies." He ordered sternly.
Simultaneously they all took a deep breath, Bir gave Jager a nervous look but followed her and the others into the chamber. ‘My heart is beating too hard,’ she thought to herself, panicking, ‘I can’t do this, I’m too scared!’ She imagined herself running, but then the door slammed shut with a loud thud and the mechanical sound of a lock firmly securing itself (and her destiny) into place.
The chamber was huge, the largest that any of them had ever seen. A spacious tester bed sat to the side of the chamber, decorated by hundreds of soft looking pillows of all different shapes, colors, and sizes. A crystal clear pool was set in the center of the room. On one of the walls hung two single sets of golden shackles, and at the end of the room – siting naked on the throne – was the Goddess herself. Her fair skin gleaming in the bright firelight that was cast from the burning braziers in each corner of the room. Her hair was a brighter shade of red then even Noim's. Her breasts were full and supple, her figure strong and lean. This was truly a Goddess of unexceeded beauty!
"So who have we, this day?" She enquired, her musical voice filling the chamber.
Stricken, the girls were all hushed silent. Taken aback by her beauty (and by their danger).
"Well?" Zanna subtly ordered
"My name is Noim, my Lady." A sacrifice said, being the first brave enough to step forward.
"Don't keep me in suspense, child." Beamed the Goddess, "Allow me to look upon you, take off your gown."
Obeying, she let the gown fall to the floor and presented herself proudly, the Goddess grinning greedily with pleasure while mentally determining the pecking order. She loved the red hair. Noim appeared to be the strongest of those gathered– and the prettiest. She seemed healthy and intelligent, yet possessed enough discipline to be a proper sacrifice, "Very nice Noim. Now who cares to be next?"
"I am Kali, your Highness." She said with a pretty smile and a polite curtsy as she exposed herself.
"My!" The Goddess gasped, gazing at her beautifully sculpted body. Opher has truly outdone himself this day. She absolutely adored this one. Though she was quite small, this Kali, could prove to be the object of much entertainment.
The voluptuous brunette was next– it had always seemed to Zanna, that the Creator had repeatedly taken a little more time with the girls of darker hair. Perhaps it was the way that it compliments the eyes or their complexions? Regardless, she looked quite athletic and healthy, and had a lot of meat on her bones.
"My name is Jager!" Exclaimed the girl rather defiantly. ‘She will be a good struggler,’ thought the Goddess as Jager removed her tunic.
"And how about you my sweet?" She inquired, licking her lips and looking at Bir, "What is your name?"
Her heart felt ready to jump out of her. She just stared until Zanna asked again.
"Bir" She spit out, "My name is Bir."
The Goddess stood up, smelling the girl's fear. She began to walk toward her– with each graceful step, Bir could feel her fear growing. She had fought it long enough, she could no longer help herself. She had to run away! Tearfully, Bir scurried to the door and feverishly pulled as hard as her little muscles could, deaf to the Priest Opher's harsh orders to stop.
He had started to run after her, but with a motion of Zanna's hand, was stopped. She knew that if he got a hold of her then he would only bruise her; Besides, her fate was already sealed. She could find no safety from a bolted door.
Weeping, the terrified girl yanked stubbornly at the locked portal until a soft reassuring hand touched her back, dispatching all hope of ever escaping this chamber with her life.
"I know that this is a scary time for you." Said the charismatic voice from behind her, "But this is what you were born to do. This is your destiny. I gave you your life, and this beautiful body. I gave you safety and luxury. You were allowed to live for the soul purpose of feeding me, Bir."
"I am sorry." Bir sobbed in shame, her shoulders sinking, her head leaning defeated into the unaffectionate door.
"I need your help." Zanna prompted assuringly, gently patting her back, "Can you help me now?"
Bir bravely nodded, sniffing back her tears.
"I will chain Noim and Kali, but I need you to tie Jager to the bed over there." She said softly, "Can you do this for me?"
Bir nodded again and took Jager's hand, escorting her to the luxurious tester bed. Her friend submissively allowing her hands to be tied to the poles that held up the canopy. Once done, Bir lightly kissed her and sat on the edge of the fluffy mattress, drying her tears, feeling a bit better.
Zanna had chained the other girls to the wall and had blindfolded them while telling Opher to leave, which he did, through an unseen passage. She walked over to Bir, and held her arms out to her with a comforting smile on her face. Dutifully, Bir accepted them, giving her her fingertips and returning a modest smile as Zanna pulled her to her feet.
The Goddess drew her close, she knew what the young nymph needed. Zanna pressed her lips against hers and slowly suckled her pink tongue, her hands sneaking into Bir's gown to stroke her round young bottom.
Bir’s entire body blushed as her soft white gown fell to the floor, the soft caress of the Goddess reassuring her of her own beauty. She ran her hands over Zanna's flawless skin, exploring her strong, shapely back. She felt so comfortable now. She was perfectly content, and in a strange way . . . almost happy to die at such a gentle hand.
Zanna backed away to gaze upon Bir's flesh. She had such delicate features. She turned her around to view her lovely backside. “Such a work of art.” She murmured to herself. She had always loved the female form: The suppleness of the breasts, the flowing curves, the soft skins, the strong bellies, the perfect toes, the wet pussys. They all sent her pulse souring, and her excited mouth to water.
With her tongue, Zanna played with a delicate nipple until it hardened, distracting her as she slowly led her to her throne and sat her down. Her body was so warm that Zanna could smell her honey flowing, making a damp spot on the seat. She nibbled on her nipples. She tasted her throat and tight tummy. Lowering herself between Bir's long perfect legs, she blew onto her throbbing clitoris, forcing the girl to close her eyes and coo.
She nibbled inside of the girls soft thighs for a time, before sticking a forked tongue deep inside of Bir's hot virgin pussy. Slowly her legs grew together to form a tail. She could hear one of the girls from behind her screaming. ‘It had to be Jager,’ she thought.
Her hands squeezing the girl's thighs as she began to give way to an orgasm. Zanna could take no more, she had watched Bir's soft bellybutton dancing before her, taunting her. With predatory hunger she attacked, sinking her fangs deep into the girl's stomach. Bir grabbing her head in horror as sharp teeth tore through her skin and muscle. Zanna ripped back her head, pulling out some of the girl’s pink intestines.
Bir, twisting free from the Goddess's grasp, screamed as she lost part of her innards to the beast, falling and desperately trying to crawl away on the floor.
Aggressively, Zanna twisted round and darted for her again, this time catching one of her legs in her vice-like jaws. Bir screamed as her entire lower appendage was pulled deeper and deeper into the monsters mouth. Having her entirely secure, Zanna’s teeth bite down hard, until they hit bone. She could feel Bir's blood rushing down her throat, down her chin, and spilling all over the polished stone floor. Giving a quick jerk, Zanna dislocated her hip and ripped the leg free.
The loss of blood had killed her. She no longer moved, except for her existing leg which twitched mechanically on the floor. Zanna knew that the struggle was done. She just sucked on the leg for a while, savoring its flavor before swallowing it.
She finished turning to snake-form, and grabbing up Bir's other leg, she swallowed again, this time until the girl slipped all the way down into her belly.
She could hear Jager screaming in rage, and as she turned to look at her, she knew that Bir must not have tied her down securely enough. Jager had broken free from her bonds, and was harmlessly pounding her with angry fists.
With a simple swish of her tail, she wrapped the girl inside of her powerful coils. Jager was enraged. Twisting and kicking and cursing, trying with all her might to escape from the Goddess's embrace. Her eyes were filled with the beginnings of tears. Zanna could feel her breathing. Tightening her hold a bit, she was still able to breathe, but she now knew what the Goddess intended to do to her.
“Oh no no no!” she squealed. With her next breath she tried to scream, but as she did, Zanna's constriction tightened around her stomach and her rib-cage, not allowing any of the life-sustaining air to enter her crying lungs. She watched as Jager's eyes got larger and larger the tighter that she squeezed. Her strong arms and legs thrashing about, and her tongue stretching out from her pretty lips as she fought for breath between each painful shudder. Zanna looked away from her suffering prey and over to the others, to see how they were reacting so far.
The redhead had her head tilted back, invitingly barring her heaving breasts and throat. This didn't seem to be bothering her too much, but her friend was very bothered. Concentrated, Kali’s body seemed to pulse with excitement, her blindfold had slipped and she wasn't looking away from her slowly suffocating playmate. Instead of screaming, she was rubbing her pretty round bottom against the wall, her excitement seeming to match that of her Goddess’s.
She turned from the two girls and put her attention back on her victim, who had turned blue. This is usually when she would squeeze as hard as she could – crushing the girl's bones – but not this time. No, she would have more fun playing another game.
She held strong but moved in for a closer look, and to partake a more active role in her prey’s anguish. She gently cupped the pretty girl’s cheeks in her hands, tenderly gazing into her pleading brown eyes.
Shaking the poison from the needle-sharp spur on her tail, she cautiously inserted it into Jager’s sucking cunny, and tickled her dancing clitoris, careful not to injure her. With renewed passion she kissed and licked Jager’s throbbing swollen lips while listening to her distressed croaking growing weaker and weaker. Each desperate kick kicking lighter and lighter. Each struggle fainter and fainter. Her heart beating slower and slower until finally it stopped. . . . She stopped.
Zanna heard a wad of Jager’s passion hit the floor as she removed her cum-slick spur, she sighed and allowed the girl’s head to fall back, her pretty dead eyes half-open, half-closed. Uncoiling herself from the lifeless girl's limp body, she lowered her to the floor and watched as Jager's skin quickly changed from a dull-gray back to the lovely bronze that it was when she was alive.
‘Time for a new game,’ thought the Goddess as she slithered over to Kali who was still so enraptured by the show of violence that she wasn’t even aware that she had finished until she touched her.
"Did you enjoy watching the girl dying?" Zanna asked, circling Kali's erect nipple with a long bright red fingernail.
"Yes." She answered, breathlessly. She felt drugged and a fresh orgasm building.
"What do you think that I am going to do to her now?" She asked, lightly pinching her sensitive nub, teasing her.
"She is your food." She replied, her flesh aching to be touched.
"That's right." Smiled the Goddess before giving her a little kiss. She had only to lightly touch the girls wet pussy to make the horny little creature shrill as a hot orgasm washed over her.
"What was her name?" The Goddess asked.
"Jager."
"Did you like her?"
"Yes, my Goddess. I loved her very much."
"Did you enjoy her body in life?" Zanna asked, grabbing the keys to the shackles.
"Yes my Goddess. Many, many times."
"Would you like to enjoy her now?"
Kali couldn't respond, she could only bite her lower lip and nod.
Zanna gave her kisses on her lips and cheeks. "Would you like to feed on Jager's body with me, Kali?"
"Yes, yes!" Moaned Kali, "I want to eat her with you, my Goddess."
Zanna stuck the key into the golden shackle and released the littlest sacrifice. Together they walked to Jager's pretty dead body.
‘She was so peaceful looking,’ Kali thought. Her muscles relaxed: One arm bent over her stomach, the other behind her head. She got down onto her knees and straightened out Jager's corpse, putting her arms at her sides, and running her hand over her smooth belly. With a glint of joy in her blue eyes, she looked up at Zanna, feeling as if she were a child.
Smiling at her, Zanna grabbed one of Jager's arms while Kali positioned herself between the dead girl’s legs. Both women admiring the beauty of the moment for a time before burying their teeth into Jager's tender flesh, tearing off chunks of her luscious flesh and swallowing them whole.
Hungrily, Kali ripped into the insides of Jager's soft, tender thighs. She loved the way that the girl tasted: Her warm blood, her soft skin, her strong muscles. Soon, Kali was covered in her. She looked back at Zanna who had all of the flesh striped off of her arm, leaving nothing but pink and white bone.
Zanna was pulling out Jager's collar bone when she noticed Kali's blue eyes staring at her with fondness: Her lovely soft skin slick with blood, her blond hair drenched in it. She smiled and told the girl to come to her, and over Jager’s mutilated body, the two shared bloody kisses.
Zanna's sharp nails raked over Jager's skin, from her soft well-trimmed pubic mound to the center of her breasts, gashing her right down the middle. Feverishly, Kali lowered her head into Jager's open belly, and began feeding rampantly. Her head moving wildly. Not eating, just biting every exposed organ that she could sink her teeth into until finally in ecstasy, she came up to breathe.
Zanna was watching her, nibbling Jager’s collar bone, hungrily pulling off the meat. Her gaze went to Noim who was still blindfolded and chained invitingly to the wall. Distracted, Kali looked back at Zanna with a smile while she slowly lowered her head– keeping eye contact with the Goddess. She wrapped her lips around one of Jager's plump nipples and bit down hard, pulling until it tore free.
Surprised, Noim jumped when she felt Kali's hand rubbing her belly, smearing Jager’s warm blood over her shuddering breasts. She felt Kali’s soft lips and expected the taste of her luscious tongue, instead she got a surprise as Kali spit the bloody nipple into Noim's waiting mouth.
Kali left Zanna alone to finish devouring the rest of Jager, and busied herself torturing Noim with a tickling feather. The sounds of cracking bones could be heard under the music of their laughter. Devilishly, Kali ran the feather between Noim's pert breasts. Under her arms. Her neck and throat. She was tickling her thighs when Zanna drew near.
"Why don't you wash the blood off of yourselves, girls?" She asked. Obeying, Kali put a collar around Noim’s neck and led her with a leash into the pool.
In a few moments the two girls were cleaned and Noim tied to the bed. Together, they carefully prepared her– rubbing her pampered body with fine oils and lotions.
"Noim," The Goddess remarked, rubbing oils into her skin, "You have such a perfect body." Her arms and legs were properly proportioned. Her stomach pert, but almost concave. Her nipples round and firm. Her face beautiful. Her red hair, wavy and impossible to put out of place.
Zanna untied the girl and allowed her to walk across to the center of the room. She had such a beautiful bottom as well, which swayed seductively with natural feminine grace.
She had her lie face down on her stomach and immodestly sprawl her arms and legs open, allowing her to finish her work, and to appreciate the supple curves of her luscious body. Kali, kneeling besides her, lightly swatted her vulnerable ass with her hand, her flesh jolting from the surprise and the sting. She did it again and again, spanking her until her firm bottom had a nice rosy hue.
Soon however, her hour had approached, and she was asked to turn over onto her back. Taking a deep breath, Noim did as her Goddess desired, her excitement and fear mounting.
Captivated, Zanna and Kali admired her glistening body, watching her breathe– her breasts rising and falling, her rib cage lifting into view beneath her glowing skin, then falling again. Disappearing, only to return.
"Such a exquisite girl." Zanna said, touching her face. "I want you to help her into me, Kali."
"Yes, my Goddess." She nodded, taking her position between Noim's trembling legs.
Adoringly, Kali kissed the insides of her soft thighs while Noim – trying to forget her surroundings – massaged her own breasts. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling the warm mouth of the serpent as the Goddess took her head into her. She could smell the mustiness of her breath. She had to fight panic . . . Kali had stopped kissing her thighs, she could feel her hands on her sore bottom pushing her deeper into the snake; Zanna's sharp teeth lightly poking her back and belly, her breath quickening as the jaws lowered.
Spellbound, Kali watched as Zanna's mouth closed around her beautiful companion’s body. Half inside, only her bottom and her legs were left exposed and she was beginning to panic – Her legs kicking wildly – Kali knew what would calm her down.
Tenderly, she gave a few licks to Noim's pretty pink rectum, she could smell her blood and lymph just below the thin skin. Sticking her finger deep inside of her anus, she licked and sucked on her tender pussy. It worked, Noim calmed down; Kali could feel her young flesh getting titillated.
From inside of the snake, she could hear Noim’s moans of ecstasy. The oil on her skin made her pussy taste extra good. Hungry, Kali's fingers went deep inside of her own pussy as well.
Soon Noim's flesh began to tremble, her vagina grew lubricious and then the delicious taste of cum coated her tongue. She kept licking, wanting to extract every drop of Noim's luscious honey, as she could never taste of her ever again. Noim kept cumming and cumming. Each time that Kali was ready to finish her off, she would suffer from another orgasm, each hotter and harder then the last.
Unfortunately Kali knew that it was time to stop, she gave a goodbye kiss to her dripping, unsatiable pussy and pushed her bottom up inside of the snake. Zanna pulled her trembling body deeper and deeper until only Noim's cringing toes were left. Thinking quickly, Kali kissed the pink soles of her feet just before Zanna gobbled her up, and watched as the lump that was Noim, slid slowly down into Zanna’s middle.
In great haste, she climbed atop Zanna, directly over her friends body. She could feel her struggles. Kali lowered her cunt and wrapped her arms and legs around the swelling of Noim within her Goddess, grinding her excited pussy across the scales. Zanna too, slowly moved. Stimulating her under scales– She could feel the girl’s shivering as Kali’s cum pumped out of her – an incredible jet of orgasm – in-tune with her vibrant young heartbeat, bursted from within her. Breathless and letting it fade, Kali felt that she had never in her life cum so hard. Still in a daze she appreciatively kissed the snakes back over and over.
"Goodbye my love." She said before – with the speed of a striking viper – Zanna twisted up seizing her, grabbing her up in a heat of passion. The action ending the fleeting struggles of the fading redhead inside of her: Ripping her in half, her organs spilling into the serpent’s belly.
She threw Kali to the floor, pinning her, kissing her pretty face and frantically caressing her soft tiny body as Zanna experienced something she hadn’t felt in over two hundred years— Orgasm! An old friend that she hadn’t realized until just then, how long she had been built up. The Goddess reeling back and screaming as a thick milky puddle of cum oozed from beneath her.
Caught in the moment, Kali writhed in Zanna's passion. Coating her body with the thick fluid that made her skin shiny and slick. Intoxicated, she rubbed her hands all over herself– down her arms, across her belly. She felt her legs, her bottom. Every inch of her flesh seemed to be screaming for attention.
"That's it, Kali," Zanna purred, "sense your self. Feel your flesh, your toes, your whole body. Feel the blood rushing through you. Feel your lungs breathing freely. Taste your tongue while you still can. Enjoy your life."
Zanna's hands lightly grazing her breasts and belly, gently pacifying her. Her touch was so soothing yet so intense that soon Kali's eyes closed and she – her senses overloaded – drifted into sleep.
The Goddess watched as the girls body lay motionless, only her belly and breasts passively rising and falling. She had been such a wonderful playmate, but she knew that it was time for her to let her slumbering companion answer to the hunger that she felt, too. Without waking her, she gently eased Kali's head to the floor and straightened out her legs. She picked up her feet and gave each a kiss goodbye. Turning to full snake-form, she got a hold of Kali's perfect pink toes. Slowly but steadily she swallowed and moved higher and higher upon her body, her legs going deeper and deeper down her throat.
Aroused, Kali awoke with a start, she looked down to see that her legs were being eaten! Zanna had her! She screamed and tried to wiggle away, but the snake darted upright and Kali's body slid deeper into the snake. She was swallowed all of the way up to her shoulders, her arms flinging, trying to find something to grasp onto. Her strong legs trying to kick, but the insides of the snake were too tight to allow much struggling. Soon she felt Zanna swallow. Ripples of flesh pulled Kali in deeper, forcing her arms up into the air, her head disappearing. Desperate, Kali's fingers grabbed Zanna's bottom jaw. She swallowed again, ripping the girls hands free.
Terrified and screaming, Kali slipped further and further into the darkness, she could feel and hear Zanna’s powerful beating heart pumping around her. Trying to squirm only helped the Goddess’s muscles pull her deeper into her stomach where she finally stopped, lodged between a hard rubbery wall and the broken body of Noim, who’s stiff dead fingers somehow lodging themselves inside of Kali’s slick helpless pussy, teasing her as she cried.
‘This isn’t fair!’ She screamed as the first of many exhausting and unwelcome orgasms tore through her whimpering flesh.
Zanna lowered herself to the ground, keeping her mouth ajar, not wanting to rob the girl of her much needed air. She just lied down, feeling Kali thrashing and crying. Weeping for freedom. Fighting for life. Allowing the girl’s struggling to lull her to back to sleep– For you see, no matter which Goddess, they always seem to enjoy the smallest of sacrifices the best.