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Autonomic Awakenings
by Sabriel Barclay
Coiled in the wet of visceral, through the slick vital organs the serpent sleeps . Sleeping great dreams of times when she may be SEEN. Looking at her you my think her dead as still as she is, her breaths imperceptible. Her eyes like jewels, her long elegant nose, her wide voracious mouth with its many pointed needle teeth. Her exact size is a deception as she has taken the greatest care to fold herself tightly within her chosen vessel.
Something changes, the hosts gut slows, the heart picks up-tempo, and then a summoning. Though lidless, her eyes flicker, her pupils widen and she is awakened. Slowly tentatively her tongue slides out of her mouth, testing, tasting, the moment. Her mouth opens in an exaggerated yawn, stretching, realigning, preparing. Each fang extended and accounted for she holds the pose for many moments the slowly closes her gaping maw......perfect.
Her muscles roll down her length, she inhales deeply, then hisses it out just for the pleasure it gives her. It fills her space. She realizes that it has been some time since she has fed and she is ravenous. Her tongue, now darting quickly through her stiff reptilian lips scent her intended prey, she begins to uncoil. She slides amongst the intestines weaving through them as if to make them her lover, behind the liver and stomach to reach the destination of the spine. Upward she pushes through the spaces between the ribs, rending holes in the connective tissue as she moves, this is an unfortunate for her host, but necessary if she is to gain purchase in her upward climb, her host will heal as she has time and time again. At the heart she pauses feeling the heat and pulse of the blood engorged organ. She draws in the purpose of the summoning as she basks in the warmth of the hosts life pump. She flicks her tongue, a kiss, a tribute, a grateful offering for sanctuary. The heart responds in trepidation, she moves on. She moves up through the throat and slides effortlessly through her hosts opened mouth glides over teeth and tongue searching for the chosen sacrifice. The host makes it simple to move into the prey mouth on mouth contact, heavy breathing, bodies heaving and writhing against one another, all help her to unfold and to expel herself from her vessels spaces. Now poised and unseen by the distracted prey she waits and studies her victim. Her tongue flicks rapidly and constantly now as she strives to find the preys weakest point. She is rewarded for her patience and is quick to act. Coiling she tenses, recoiling she strikes. Over foreign teeth and tongue down into the chests recesses she darts, lightening quick. She sinks her many deadly teeth into the pump and instantly feels it seize. Try as it might within its cage the heart cannot rend away from its captor. The frantic frenzied spasms only serve to flame the serpents need to kill and feed. She coils around the heart taking up space pushing the air from the lungs from the inside. The entire prey starts to convulse, it spills its seed and then its bowels out on the mattresses, the stink of urine, sex and shit fill the chamber. Then as eyes roll back in sockets and limbs tense rigid and straight in the last of deaths throws the serpent's belly is filled, filled with the soul of her prey. Moments or hours pass and when the serpent can detect not a glimmer of life she releases the flaccid pump from her maw relaxes her great coils and pushes herself through dead limp flesh to find her vessel, her sanctuary. She slides languorously up her sleeping hosts legs and pushes her beautiful long nose into the petals of the woman. She groans, smiles, and opens her legs without waking. The serpent moves with skill back to her sleeping space, her den, her lair. There she will wait for the summoning again, sleeping, seeming as though dead
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