1. The Dance of Death


    Date: 12/17/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy Bestiality, Bondage and restriction Death, Female solo, Horror, Written by women Author: curiositykilledthecat, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... reached out her tongue to lick it, feel the smooth, phallic muscles ripple beneath her tongue. She continued to run her tongue along it and gently wiggle just the one finger beneath the folds of scales and bone. She thought she ought to stay stiller, so as not to frighten it or spur it on, but she couldn't help it. Her entire body was writhing as much as it could, her pussy straining towards her fingers as she came closer and closer. "I could actually died like this," the thought briefly flashed through her mind, but the sexual animal in her had taken over, ignoring fear, and just as it reached her head, it seemed to look her in the eye as she came, shuddering and shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Oh god," she moaned, pressing her fingers against her throbbing clit; she hadn't come that hard in... Ever? Ordinarily she would have taken her fingers away after, but they seemed to be planted even more firmly in place as the snake gripped tighter. Oh god, it was gripping tighter! What if ...
    ... this thing crushed her? There are worse things than to be crushed by sex itself, she thought, and as the snake gripped again ever tighter, her fingers were pushed back and slid and she couldn't help herself; she would use the last breath in her lungs to come again, violently, blissfully, feeling the smooth, cool muscles against her blazing, soaking pussy. She rubbed and rubbed and aaaaaah ahh- as the snake pushed the air from her lungs, her face relaxed, blissfully basking in the afterglow of a multiple orgasm session. She hung limp in the snake's muscular folds, dripping her wetness onto the floor as it opened its jaws. In went the head and torso, the hard nipples and delicate waist, the once writhing hips, the glistening evidence of her last moments. In went legs and both delicate dancer feet, and the snake seemed to swallow with relish, as if it enjoyed the taste of her just the way a man might. It slipped back into the tank, full and sleepy, dragging its overfull belly lazily behind it.
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