I feel them, every sinner, every act of evil, every lack of self control. They call to me, though they do not know it, shining like beacons, reaching out to touch me, to share in my gift, drawing the pleasure only I can give to them.
Their cities, great hordes of people, so much bigger than last I walked this earth, hives of people, each indulging in their own wickedness, none able to truthfully claim they do not love their sins. Each city burns like an inferno, a great pyre built in my honour.
But though they love me, though they worship me through their every action, they do not know me, do not fear me, do not believe in me. So I must show myself to them, let them know how their sins honour me, let them understand how beautiful they can become with me.
So now I lurk beneath one of the cities. Already I have shown myself once since my arrival in this world, and now I digest my first victim. Though she will contribute nothing to my belief, others have seen me take her, have seen me crush her, have watched her consumed by her own wickedness, and they will believe.
I found her by following a flame of pleasure to the centre of the city, watching as her client sprayed his seed within her, a man of no great virtue, but no more than a man needing to satisfy his own cravings for sin from time to time. He held no interest for me. Once they were done, she excused herself to his bathroom, taking a quick shower, making herself beautiful again before she set off into the night once more.
I brushed past her, touching her lightly on the street, probing her mind for an instant. She was a prostitute, selling herself for original sin; for my favourite sin. As with many working the streets, she had started young, aged only 14, make up and high heels making her look older, letting her first ever customer pretend to himself that he believed she was 18 as he took her virginity.
Unlike others, she had not started through poverty, had not been forced into the trade through her situation. Lust alone had driven her into this life, a need to feel men within her, to feed her insatiable desires, relentless since that first time. She always took the money though, fuelling an expensive lifestyle. Five years later the toll it was taking on her body was becoming visible, but she still held some of her youth, still looked beautiful.
Another client soon approached her, an old man, looking for solace in a younger body. She clearly knew him, making idle chatter, walking with him down the street, into a back street. In the darkness of an alley, away from the street lights they fucked, his own ejaculation coming soon after he penetrated her, unable to control himself in her presence. He withdrew, growing soft, but she was not satisfied, trying to tease back his erection before giving up and, playing with his limp cock with her left hand, masturbating herself to orgasm while he watched. That was when I knew I had to have her, knew she had to be my first victim.
She stayed with him a while longer, waiting to see if he could perform again, but without response on his part. Eventually they emerged from the shadows, him paying her generously as she left him, a reward for the pleasure brought into his life through a little sinning.
I waited a few minutes, then I approached her. Despite her years of experience, she had never had a female client, and at first didn't realise my intentions. She was enough of a professional to quickly get the point when I offered cash, and horny enough that a little manual demonstration, no more than the briefest touch in the right place, made her change her mind on her men-only rule.
I had nowhere to take her, and didn't want to just disappear into an alley, so after a brief conversation with another hooker she returned to me swinging a set of keys.
"Liz says we can use her room for an hour. It's not far. I'm Kate. Well, Catherine."
"Syn," I replied.
"Crazy parents?"
"Syn by my choosing."
We walked past another couple of prostitutes, standing on a corner. One of them spoke to her.
"Showing a new girl the ropes?"
"She's a client, Ginger," Kate said. "If you weren't so ugly, maybe you'd get them occasionally."
"Me and Polly, we get our share. Later, Kat."
More witnesses, probably even now spreading the word on the street, warning of a girl matching my description. Spreading the fear, spreading the belief in me.
Further we walked, up to an innocuous looking house, and she fiddled with the keys in the lock, opening the front door. There was another hooker just inside the front room, looking rather bored as an overweight man copulated frantically with her.
"Hi Annie," Kate said. The man looked round at us, losing his rhythm. "I'm using Liz's room, I'll be about forty-five minutes."
"OK," Annie replied. I heard the fat man returned to his grunting as I followed her up the stairs.
She opened a door at the top, leading me into a sparsely furnished room, smelling strongly of sex and stale sweat. A double bed took up most of the space, the covers crumpled, the sheets stained in numerous places. A full length mirror stood in one corner, a selection of make-up standing on a table next to it. One rickety chair was placed in front of the desk, and she hung her coat over its back. Kicking her shoes off, she jumped up onto the bed, beckoning me to join her. I removed my boots, and sat down beside her.
"I've not really done this before," she said. "It's easy with men, let them stick their dicks in you, and they're happy."
"You strike me as knowing how to enjoy yourself," I said, unbuttoning her shirt, releasing her breasts, feeling them, less than a small handful, but perfectly shaped. "Just apply the same to me." I pulled the shirt off her back and threw it towards the mirror, leaving it draped over the stand.
She started to undress me, removing my fur coat, surprised to find I wore nothing beneath it save for a skimpy pair of panties. I leaned forwards, touching my lips to hers, feeling her small breasts against mine, and walked my hand down her chest, into the front of the short skirt she wore. There was a small amount of hair over her mound, and I traced it down to the flesh of her cunt, exploring under her clitoral hood with my finger tips, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
With my free hand I pulled my panties down my legs, shuffling on the bed. Once they were freed from my feet I reached to take her right hand, but she moved it away, offering her left, which I drew down to place in the midst of my pubic hair, leaving her middle finger lying over the entrance to my vagina.
Though she had been initially reluctant to participate, now she did I found that, as I had suspected, she knew what to do, dexterous fingers working out of sight, gentle yet effective. Her tongue probed my mouth, intertwined with my own, her lips intense against mine. Time was still on my side, and I allowed myself the freedom to lose myself to her exploring hand, letting her bring me towards orgasm as I performed the same service for her.
Once she was panting hard, recovering from her climax, I gently pushed her onto her back, pulling her damp skirt and panties down her legs and, supporting myself on my hands, lowered my face down to her crotch. With my tongue I started to give her oral pleasures, bringing her almost to the brink of a second orgasm before stopping, leaving her moaning for more.
I sat up on my knees, crawled on all fours until I was over her. She reached up to me, her hands around my waist, and pulled me down onto her head. I felt her tongue slide inside my vagina, her lips soft against the sensitive skin. Laying my stomach on her breasts, I sank my whole body onto her, finishing what I had almost completed.
Once she had brought me again to orgasm, I knew it was time. I reached down to the floor, retrieving her shirt from the mirror, and folded it into a blindfold.
"You want something kinkier, you pay more," she said. I started to search on the floor again, looking for my coat, but she interrupted me. "Fuck it, if it's going to feel that good, do what you like to me." I wrapped the makeshift blindfold around her head, covering her eyes.
"Know if there's any rope around?" I asked, not needing it, just trying to make her think she knew what was going on.
"Room's as you see it," she replied. "There's my belt in my skirt though."
I retrieved the belt, then guided her to the end of the bead. There, turning her onto her back first, I threaded her hands either side of a post in the bed-head, and tied them with the belt, not overly tightly, but enough to ensure she was securely held. Once she was secured, I kissed her full on the mouth, then slowly licked my way down her neck, between her breasts, across her chest and into her pubic hair. She shivered under my touch.
I lay between her legs, my head level with her breasts, one arm bent to leave the hand playing with her erect nipples, the other lying between our bodies, fingers gently moving upon her clitoris.
Her legs were bent at the knee, mine stretched out together between them, lying flat on the bed. Silently, unseen, unfelt and unnoticed by her, mine started to meld together, elongating down the length of the bed, the flawless skin changing colour, loosing its softness, its warmth. Gradually, while I continued to finger her, the coils took their shape, growing into the serpentine loops, a smooth width from my hips, extending out over the end of the bed, spilling onto the floor. I let them grow until the entire floor was two foot deep in coils.
"So why the blindfold?" she asked me, suspecting nothing.
"I have a surprise for you, something you well deserve for your performance tonight." I lifted the first few feet of my tail onto the bed, laying it beside her body. Dragging myself on my elbows, I slid up her body until my face was on hers, and kissed her again.
"What are you wearing?" she asked, feeling the sensation of the snake skin on her crotch.
"Something just for you, want to see it?" She nodded, and with my teeth I pulled at the blindfold, the knot at the back easily coming undone. For a second she could see only my face, and then I moved, letting her look down over my body. At the same time, I pulled up my tail between her legs and coiled around her body, crushing us together.
Very briefly there was the silence of shock, and then she screamed, a desperate cry for help full of terror. I let it ring through the room for a few seconds, then cut it short by forcing my lips against hers once again, pushing my now forked tongue deep into her throat.
There came the sound of two pairs of footsteps running up the stairs, as I had expected, Annie and her client. They banged at the door, shaking it on its hinges, but it held firm, closed by my coils against it. Annie shouted for Kate, but I did not let her reply.
I heard them run back down the stairs, banging on the floor below as, I guess, they searched for their clothes. I pushed my hand down between us to pleasure myself, this now being the real turn-on for me. Gradually squeezing as I reached towards a third orgasm, I could feel her breaths weakening beneath me.
As I came, my hand now securely trapped by the pressure of my coils, penetrating the both of us, I heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. There was a sharp rapping on the door, then a man's voice, shouting "Police, open up!".
It was time to transform fully. First I slipped the knot on the belt, releasing her arms, and then I became the full serpent. Still crushing our bodies together, my human upper body became just a small part of my total length, extending up over her head. Though she had barely room to breathe before, the added bulk of my snake body within my coils crushed her further, forcing the last breath from her lungs.
Now in my snake form I moved the coils from the door, letting the banging policeman to fall inwards as it swung open. There were two of them outside, and as they saw me they turned on their heels and ran, their eyes full of terror.
Left in piece for a few minutes more, I turned my attention to the consumption of my meal. Taking her head first, I swallowed her, unwrapping my coils around the two of us as I slid my head over her body, my jaws stretching to accommodate her, a good size meal in the diminished snake form I was taking, only about ten inches thick.
Once she was wholly within my throat, it was time to make my escape. I slid gently through the open door, wary of the bulge within me, making for the safety of the sewers.
And so here I am now. I have been seen; I have been feared. Already I feel my power growing once more. Though they do not consciously recognise me, I speak to them deep within their minds, calling to the deepest depths of humanity, to that which holds their hopes, their fears. To that which tells them of the goddess I once was, and that I am becoming once more.