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All Drai wants is to find her place in the world, but in the great forest walks a maiden in a crimson cloak. In her dreams a serpent demon destroys her innocence. In the village a yellow-haired beauty steals her heart. Will Drai live beyond the harvest, and if it means choosing between the demon’s touch or the beauty’s heart, will she want to?
Caution! The Serpent and the Maiden is an 18+ erotic fantasy with graphic sexual situations including demon/female, female/female, multiple females, and is suitable for adults only.
Much too soon the meadow opened up before her. The moonlight shone down, illuminating the field of grass and flowers, the bushes in a silvery glow not unlike the red maiden's skin.
And there she stood. In the exact spot where Drai had lain with her breasts exposed and her hand beneath her skirts. The maiden held her arms out. Drai raced to her, the invisible fingers pressing inside her, flickering, firm. Just as Drai reached her, the maiden transformed.
Her slender form grew taller, stretched and remolded itself beneath the pale skin, which turned green and scaly. The maiden’s dress and cloak tore as the new being emerged, big and strong, thick with muscles. Drai saw that this new creature was male. An erection stretched full and throbbing before him, the flesh covered in those same green scales. The lust Drai had felt at the sight of the maiden doubled, and doubled, and doubled again. She couldn’t take her eyes from the serpent man. His chest was as wide as two men. Behind him the tail of a giant snake stretched out in the grass. His face was that of a man, fierce and handsome, and on it he wore a seductive smile. Eyes as black as the forest night drank her in.
Drai went to him, opened her arms. His tongue flicked out from his mouth, tasted the air. He bent to her. Cold lips pressed against hers and she felt the reptilian tongue flicker inside her mouth. Her hands went to his chest and marveled at the hard muscles.
Hands ending in claws gripped the back of her head. A sense of power coursed through her at his touch, but he was as gentle as a new mum. Drai’s body responded to every subtle movement. She was lost to him, moldable, malleable. If he wished to cut her throat she would have been powerless to stop him, or even to speak out against him. She was his puppet.