Chapter 2 – The Serpent Does Not Let Go
He was still panting, his body soft and covered in fluids, when the serpent truly moved.
She did not release him. Instead, the white, powerful body reorganized itself beneath him. In a few seconds he was being carried, coiled with care but with a strength that left no room for resistance. The serpent's head rose and began to glide through the dark forest, the rest of her long body pulling him along as if he weighed nothing.
'She's taking me… where? To eat me later? To keep me?'
He tried to struggle lightly. The serpent's body tightened in response, a silent warning. There was no choice. The trees passed too quickly. The darkness of the forest swallowed everything. After a time he could not measure, the serpent descended a steep slope and entered a narrow cleft between the rocks.
The cave.
The air changed. It became more humid, warmer, smelling of damp earth and her own skin. The serpent advanced to the back, where the floor was softer and a small pool of crystal-clear water shone under a crack in the ceiling. Only then did she set him down, but she did not move away. Her long body coiled around him again, like a living nest.
He looked around, still dazed.
The cave was not large, but it was dry enough and protected. There were ancient marks on the walls — deep scratches, some shed scales, and on the serpent's flank, now lit by the weak light, he clearly saw the small circular wound already healing. A bite. Someone or something had tried to attack her and failed.
'She brought me here… she didn't kill me… she brought me to her home…'
The serpent raised her head and watched him. Her ancient eyes gleamed in the gloom. The forked tongue came out and touched his chest, his neck, his cheek. Then it went lower. Slow. Determined.
He swallowed hard when the wide mouth opened and swallowed his still-sensitive cock in one go. The hot, tight throat descended to the base. There was no hurry. There was possession. Each movement swallowed him deeper, the tongue moving around the flesh, sucking any remaining residue.
He groaned low, his hands pressing against the stone floor.
"Fuck… you don't get tired…"
The serpent did not answer. She continued rising and falling, the throat working with almost cruel precision. When he came again, weak and trembling, she swallowed everything. Down to the last drop. Then she cleaned his cock with her tongue and settled beside him once more, her head resting near his shoulder.
The white, warm body completely surrounded him.
He was alive.
He was trapped.
And for the first time since he had been reincarnated, he was not alone.