by Hypnosnake
(This is a remake of a story I did on the Constrictors! site, under the name Tschan. Hey, if The Junglerot Kid can remake his own Emily and Tomb Raider, why can't I remake my own stories?)
"Tell me why we're doing this again, Sitra," said the dark-haired Vena as the two young women rode their horses toward the temple of Voltath.
"It's easy, Vena," said the blonde beauty. "Voltath's temple contains a fabulous gem known as the Serpent's Egg. We'll have the wealth of princesses if we can only sell it!"
"And how will we sell it if it's discovered to be stolen?" demanded Vena.
"Let me worry about that," said Sitra confidently, smiling. Sitra had been raised in the streets of the city, earning her keep from dancing in low taverns as well as the occasional harlotry and thievery. Such a life had toned her body, making her acrobatic and agile, but not overly or unattractively muscled.
Vena had been blessed with the gift of magic. Her parents had wished her to join the priesthood or a wizardly order, but Vena had bigger plans for a life of adventure. The first chance she had, she conjured a whirlwind which blew her to another town, where she met Sitra and befriended her, joining her in a life of crime. Vena's magic made things somewhat easier, so she had a somewhat "softer" body than Sitra's, though no less attractive.
Their personalities also differed: Sitra was more impulsive and willing to take risks; Vena was relatively more likely to think things through
. Soon their horses reached the temple. The place had been abandoned for years, and had begun to fall into disrepair.
"We're here," said Vena.
"And it's a good thing, too," griped Sitra. "I felt a drop." Sure enough, it had begun to rain. The two women rushed into the temple.
Fortunately, the temple was not so damaged as to allow for a leaking roof. "Why didn't you tell me it was going to rain?" complained Sitra as they lit torches.
"Because I didn't know," Vena argued.
"Oh," Sitra deadpanned. Then she sighed and said, "Well, let's get started."
They made their way into the inner chamber. Before them was a stone altar, stained with the blood of sacrifices; beyond it, with a depleted candle on each side, was the immense idol of the great serpent-god Voltath, with emerald scales, gold-lacquered eyes, and a silver underbelly.
It was itself obviously a treasure of great value, but nestled in its coils was the true prize: a massive ruby that would require two hands to lift, even for the strongest of men.
"The Serpent's Egg," breathed Vena, marvelling at how the firelight reflected off the great gem.
"That thing's huge," noted Sitra. "How're we going to make off with it?"
"I thought you said to let you worry about that," smiled Vena cruelly.
"Very droll, Vena," growled Sitra sarcastically.
But before the bickering could continue, they heard a grinding, rustling noise. They turned to see the great python, Voltath, uncoil itself from the Egg.
"Vena!" cried out Sitra. "Th-the idol! It's -- " "Don't bother stating the obvious," Vena whispered. Ssso, you wishhh for the Egg, do you? hissed the voice of Voltath in their minds. They could not tell whether the voice was male or female.
"N-no," lied Sitra nervously. "W-we were, ah, waiting out the storm." Liarsss, hissed Voltath, but it chuckled. Then it said, in a conversational tone, It hasss been long sssinssce I have had company. My priessstsss are dead, and the world outssside would ssseem to have forgotten me. I have not even had sssacrifisscesss.
"Don't think we'll volunteer," snarled Sitra as she drew a dagger, while Vena began to chant a spell, her hands raised and glowing.
No need for that, said Voltath, smiling wickedly. Do you think the blood that ssstained thisss altar came from knife-maimed corpsssesss? No...rather, it came from thossse maidensss whossse hymensss I ruptured asss I took their virginity. True, I then ssswallowed their bodiesss asss they quaked with orgasssm, but...
"Wait, let me get this straight," said Sitra, her attention gotten. "You're propositioning us?" Vena dropped her hands and ceased chanting, her guard also down.
Of courssse, smiled Voltath. To be ssspesscific, I propossse thisss: the Egg in return for entertaining me.
Aroused, the two whore-thieves turned to each other. "What do you think?" asked Sitra. "Can he, or she, or whichever be trusted?"
"I think I can hurl the arcane bolts in time if it tries to crush us," said Vena. "Be ready for anything."
The two women began to dance, swaying rhythmically as if to some unheard drum, undulating their bellies, their curvaceous bodies mimicking the motions of charmed cobras as best they could.
Voltath smiled. It remindsss me of the ritual dansscesss performed by my priessstesssesss.
"The dances never involved this, did they?" smiled Sitra. Slowly, sensuously, she and Vena began to strip off what little clothing they wore.
Never, smiled Voltath. Asss to my own gender and preferensscesss, I embody both the male and the female, the phallusss with the curvesss of a woman. Voltath began to demonstrate, making loops and spirals with its own body.
Voltath "danced" toward the two women, and gently put its head on Vena's shoulder. You shhhall play the part of my priessstesss, manipulating and controlling my coilsss.
It moved its lower body toward Sitra. You, on the other hand, are to play the sssacrifissce, writhing and sssquirming in my grasssp.
"Just as long as it isn't too real," said Sitra, glancing to Vena. The brunette mage nodded, knowing what to do if Voltath began to endanger them. Then she spread her arms, and let Voltath gently glide from the length of her left arm across her back and over her right arm. She continued to dance as she did so, lithely undulating.
Sitra, too, continued the dance, even as she felt Voltath's tail touch her bottom and run across the anus and cheeks, gliding over her genital area. It continued over her crotch and across her right hip, rubbing against her clitoris as it did so. She could feel the muscular strength of Voltath's body, capable of easily crushing the breath of the strongest man and crushing his bones. But she felt no fear, only arousal.
Gods, thought Vena as Voltath's body diped down her back. Its touch is so light and delicate, it's barely touching me...and yet, I feel like I'm about to have an orgasm! It was true; Voltath's gentle caress was stimulating her sensitive skin.
Sitra was having the opposite, but equally pleasant experience: Voltath had made coils around her chest, tightening and crushing her breasts even as it ground against her crotch and vagina. It's squeezing tight enough to crush me, she realized, gasping with both pleasure and constriction, but all I feel is pleasure! I'm about to...to...
Lightning ran through her body, shooting from her nipples, firing from her genitals, flaring from her anus. Her writhing and thrashing ceased, her hips thrust forth, and her back arched. She tried to scream her release, but all that came out was a hiss of little air.
"SiiiiiitrAAAAAAaaaaahhhh!" screamed Vena, her own beautiful body coming from the caresses. The light, delicate touches had worked her nerves to an orgasm of their own, and her shriek of joy echoed off the chamber walls. She fell to the ground, weak-kneed from the pleasure.
Dreamily, she glanced over toward Sitra. The blonde woman was still frozen in a rictus of orgasm, unable to release her energy. Realizing that her partner risked death by a heart attack if this ecstasy/torment did not end, Vena staggered toward her friend. Chanting a spell, Vena placed her hands on her partner's breasts. The excess sexual energy traveled from Sitra's immobilized body to Vena's free one, and the sorceress let out another mighty scream of orgasm. When it was over, both beautiful bodies loosened and fell to the ground, unable to do anything but bask in the afterglow.
After they recovered, Sitra remembered the Egg. "So, how do we carry it?"
"I know a spell that can shrink it," suggested Vena. She turned to the Egg and began to chant - but Voltath's voice stopped her. No need for that. Watch...
The Egg shuddered, rumbling. Then it shattered into a hundred smaller rubies! Writhing atop the small mound of gems were many smaller pythons, looking like miniature versions of Voltath.
"Looks like it truly was an egg of sorts, after all," mused Sitra. Vena nodded. You may have the jewelsss, Voltath instructed, asss long asss you alssso take my children with you. Ssspread my worsshhip and my religion, and be rewarded with my delightsss.
Sitra and Vena smiled and nodded. "It's a bargain," smiled Sitra as she and Vena began collecting the rubies.
That night, they slept under the stars, with a python in each anus, one laid across each vagina,and one under and around each breast. They squirmed with the sensations the snakes gave them, and smiled as they "worshipped" Voltath's spawn.
THE END
By Hypnosnake