Soft rays of the sun began to slice their way through the layers of leaves and branches, faintly illuminating the face of the bare and naked girl as she slept upon her back up in the tree, arms crossed lightly over her stomach. Her soft breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and the buzzing of insects in the distance were starting to make a clamor, announcing the coming day.
As the sun wafted into Mowgli's eyes, this caused her to murmur and stir in her sleep. She began to squirm a little bit, as if to keep her eyes in the shadows, but she was already in the process of awakening now that the light was ushering in a tiny flicker of warmth throughout the jungle.
Eyes still closed, Mowgli arched her back and stretched all of her limbs, her toes splaying out as her legs shook from being elongated so far. She gave a groan of pleasure, her stomach sucking in and revealing her lower ribcage for a few seconds until she settled back down, yawning.
Even though she was still half-asleep, Mowgli's mind was already racing with the day's schedule. Kaa's trail would still be visible down in the jungle—she would have no trouble picking it up and following it. She was good at crossing country and had the stamina for long hikes. She had spent her childhood traveling long distances and getting strong, after all.
The snake was due for a reckoning and he was not going to know what hit him once Mowgli finally got her hands on him.
And once she saved Shanti, she would beg her forgiveness for taking so long in rescuing her. Already, Mowgli could imagine how her friend, presumably also naked still, would embrace her in a warm hug. They would then passionately kiss and everything would be all right in the world.
Mowgli was so enraptured by her imagination that she finally got the burst of energy to get herself moving. She would skip breakfast—there were more important things out there!
But the curious thing that Mowgli had just noticed, as she had not opened her eyes just yet, was that her sleep had been… oddly comfortable. She was used to sleeping in trees, of course, but she had expected that she would have at least garnered a few sharp pains from dozing off upon the branch out in the open, as tended to happened when she was not perched upon something with a little padding to it.
Come to think of it, she was lying on something soft. Like a bed.
A bed made of—Mowgli made to touch what she was lying on—scales.
Her breath froze in her chest and her eyes flashed open with a start.
She tried to explode out of the cushioned seat that had been her bed, which she now realized was an absolute pile of multicolored scales that flashed rainbow in the morning light, but a loop that had been already placed around her waist prevented her from springing clear. Grunting and yelling, already in a panic, Mowgli tried to free herself as her feet kicked helplessly, ankles digging into the scaley body that held her, but her efforts were all for naught for the coils that bound her were far too strong.
Mowgli was about to scream for help when she looked up and saw the rest of the lamia.
It was the upper half of the lamia, which still retained her human appearance. No longer was she trying to hide behind a false body—this was who she was, half-serpent and half-woman. The scales began at what approximated the lamia's "hips", leaving her naked from the waist up. Her stomach was muscled and smooth. Her breasts were larger than Mowgli's—the girl recalled suckling on those perfect nipples, her tongue unconsciously running across her lips as she remembered the action.
"Just hold on, girl-cub," the lamia waved her hands in a downward motion, trying to calm Mowgli. "We have a lot to catch up on after you left me so suddenly."
Mowgli finally stilled, her hair askew, mouth twisted into a snarl. "We don't have anything to say," the girl panted. "That's why I left."
The lamia looked hurt. "I would have thought you wanted to stay. The jungle is dangerous for a young and naked thing like you. I would have kept you safe."
"I'm safer on my own!" Mowgli lied, almost immediately thinking of Shanti after. Well… I should have kept her safe…
The coil around the girl's waist tightened and Mowgli winced, already feeling the strain.
The lamia's mouth twitched upward momentarily in a smirk. "I can see you have done an admirable job at keeping safe, then. Now, tell me, girl-cub, what brings you back to the jungle after so long?"
Despite knowing it was futile, Mowgli kept on trying to stand, ultimately getting nowhere.
"I came here…" she said between grunts, thrashing her head backwards and clenching her teeth as she tried to squirm out of her scaley prison, "…to save someone!"
"To save someone? Someone more in danger than you?"
Mowgli's fingers now tried to work the coil off her waist, but the lamia's tail also began slithering around her left leg, ensconcing it a series of lazy loops. "I thought you said I was safe?"
"Safe with me, perhaps. But… why go to so much effort? Who is worth risking your life for such an endeavor?"
"Someone I love!" Mowgli raised her chin, proud. "And I'll love her more than you!"
The lamia's eyes squinted and her face went blank for a few seconds until a sickly-sweet smile spread from her mouth.
"And what kind of love is that? A child's idea of love? Why don't you be truthful with me, girl-cub. Have you and her mated yet? Have you discovered the true depths of what love is?"
Mowgli was about to lie again and say that she had, but something in her throat stuck and she was left, sitting upon the lamia's coils, her mouth half-open and looking quite stupid.
There was no way the lamia could miss the insinuation. "Ah, so you haven't mated yet. A pity. Apparently it's supposed to be like nothing else, when you're with the one you love. If you wish, I can help you, for when it's time for you and your beloved to finally be together."
"I don't want any help from—" Mowgli was in the process of shooting back when the lamia suddenly raised her fingers in front of the girl's eyes and snapped them loudly. In an instant, Mowgli's body suddenly fell still and her pupils shrank to specks in her emerald-green eyes. It was as if she had become boneless and every single muscle in her body had relaxed, refusing to respond to her commands. She had no way of knowing that the lamia had a hypnotic power of her own, but it was a power that the lamia rarely got a chance to use in this fashion.
Slowly, the lamia unwrapped Mowgli, who had become completely pliant as a result of the hypnosis, no longer struggling. Gently, the lamia cradled the girl, one hand under Mowgli's back, the other under her legs, as she slowly slithered down to the forest floor, where the soft and mossy roots made an elegant bed for the two of them. There were several nearby rustles in the bushes as any animal in sight suddenly decided that it was a wise idea to flee—the image of the lamia holding the naked girl was reason enough to leave this place, for nothing good could possibly come of such a thing.
Grinning, the lamia slowly slid her hand down Mowgli's front, trailing her clawed fingers across her collarbone. She admired the girl's body—she was much more mature from the last time they had laid eyes upon the other. The lamia teased one of Mowgli's nipples with a slender finger until the nipple tightened into a stiff bud (Mowgli gave a slithering gasp). Then, the lamia fully cupped Mowgli's breast with a hand, squeezing it gently and admiring its firmness. So youthful. So supple. The girl was enough for breeding, but young enough to see the traces of girlhood about her.
The lamia's hand trailed downward, smoothing across Mowgli's toned stomach. A finger traced the hollow of the naked girl's belly button, causing her abdomen to flutter as she giggled slightly. Then, she caressed Mowgli's inner thighs, the skin there soft and warm, the lamia's hand feeling the locus of heat already at the center between Mowgli's legs.
Mowgli was stirring as a result of the lamia's touches, her mouth fearfully close to one of the lamia's breasts as she was cradled against the snake-woman. Her toes were curling in an exquisite agony and her hips were undulating, as if they were trying to hone in onto the lamia's hand, which was still gently massaging her thigh.
"So, this is something you enjoy, girl-cub?" the lamia whispered.
"Yesss…" Mowgli whispered in her daze.
"Good. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoy this moment. Feel where I'm touching you. This is something that you are supposed to love. This is how we make each other undone. And I'll show you even more."
With that, the lamia slithered her hand between Mowgli's legs, rubbing at her soft folds down there. Immediately, Mowgli sucked in a breath—somehow, this was already more intense than last night. The lamia's rhythm was slow and deep and seemed to be penetrative rather than the fumbling movements her own clumsy hand had made. She could feel waves of energy caress her spine as if she was being struck by lightning.
She spread her legs slightly so that she could look at the sight of the serpentine woman masturbating her. It was all so lurid, but erotic for the girl, and she could not hold back her gasp of ecstasy.
"You see?" the lamia purred in Mowgli's ear before her forked tongue licked the lobe, causing the nude girl to shudder. "Pleasure like this… it can be yours whenever you want. You just need to listen a bit. Listen and feel…"
The lamia's fingers were already slick as Mowgli grew more aroused. The coils underneath Mowgli's butt began to flex, causing the girl to sit upwards a bit, reclining. The lamia then licked Mowgli's cheek, her other hand twiddling one of the girl's nipples, stimulating her from several places at once.
The combined attack seemed to be working, for Mowgli was moaning as if she were in heat, her eyes half-lidded and her tongue about to loll completely out of her mouth. The lamia smirked as she watched as her ministrations went to work at unraveling the poor girl, knowing that she was proving her point as clear as day.
The fingers at Mowgli's lips began to slick wetly as the lamia kept on rubbing. She seemed to know exactly where to bring the greatest amount of pleasure to the girl. Mowgli spread her legs as far as she could go, and straightened them to the point where her toes were all stretched as she basked in the glow of being masturbated. Her hairless cunt was now soaked as the lamia seemed to be brutally grasping her there, but Mowgli could feel nothing but pleasure and her belly was now rippling, her breaths coming in deep puffs.
"Isn't it remarkable," the lamia soothed, "what we can do to the other with just a hand? Already you're about to find your release. But, as you'll soon learn, we can go even further."
The lamia steadied herself, as she was also breathing with intensity, for only she knew what sort of fun that Mowgli was about to have. The girl was a child still and had not yet begun to associate the pleasures of mating as they were uncoupled from the terrible rapes that had occurred in her past. The lamia would help her unlearn, she had decided. She would be Mowgli's teacher.
Now, it was time to truly begin.
The fingers of her right hand now rotated so that her knuckles were rubbing against Mowgli's moist outer lips, the little nub trapped between her scaled digits, causing Mowgli to quietly whimper. Gently, the lamia rubbed back and forth, until she positioned her fingers a little lower and, with little resistance, slid their way into the girl's cunt up to the second knuckle.
Mowgli could not hold back the moan that came from her core and she instinctively brought her knees closer in her sitting position, almost fetal. That had the effect of tightening her vaginal muscles around the lamia's fingers, which only increased the delicious sensations that she was feeling. The lamia kept whispering and cooing into Mowgli's ear as the girl's hips unconsciously moved up and down as she pleasured her, the fingers slowly moving up and down inside her in a slow wiggle.
"Oh, girl-cub," the lamia raggedly croaked into Mowgli's ear, "I could be doing this to you for days on end. All you need to do is ask."
"Ask… for what?" Mowgli squeaked through her hypnosis, her voice small and high.
The lamia broadly grinned, though her captive could not notice.
"Ask for me."
Whether or not it was in Mowgli's power to even want for anything, the lamia paid the matter no more mind. She was more concentrated on masturbating Mowgli even more, her fingers now completely soaked to the bone from the girl's secretions. Mowgli was so wet that her thighs were dripping, smearing a layer onto the scales that she was rocking atop. The lamia was getting so excited that she was panting almost as fiercely as Mowgli, though she was driven by an electricity of her own, knowing that the girl-cub was so close to orgasm. She could feel it. The tightening of muscles. How she was starting to throw her head back, exposing her neck. The lamia had the faint idea that all she had to do was run a sharp nail across that pretty throat and a long gout of blood would fountain, and that would be the end of the girl-cub. But that meant the loss of such a fun participant and the lamia was not keen on actually bringing harm to Mowgli.
At least, any harm that she recognized.
But Mowgli's moans were now increasing into cries and the girl planted her bare feet atop the closest scales of the lamia so that she could raise her hips in mid-air. Her body became rigid and taut, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she began to spasm and quake. The lamia felt the strong climax as Mowgli's body clenched all around her fingers, which were trapped in the girl's sopping passage.
A long and high cry echoed into the jungle.
The lamia continued to masturbate Mowgli gently until her orgasm subsided. A flutter in Mowgli's breathing now trembled her chest and her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Leaning over to kiss Mowgli's cheek, the lamia chuckled. "Was that as bad as you thought, girl-cub?"
Mowgli, still panting, wiped her sweaty brow. "That… that was…" She couldn't finish the sentence and, despite her unfortunate predicament, unleashed a few low laughs, clearly delirious after coming so hard.
The lamia's smile widened. "Keep a hold of what little wits you have. The day's only just begun."
And the snake woman proceeded to swiftly move her way down, her coils unwinding with frightening speed, and Mowgli soon found herself on her knees upon the mossy ground, facing the trunk of the gnarled and ancient tree. There was a warm presence below her and she looked down—past the valley of her breasts and erect nipples, between Mowgli's legs and lying on her back, was the lamia. Only her face from her nose up was visible and her hands were holding onto Mowgli's thighs, occasionally moving up to squeeze at one of the girl's buttocks. The coils from her massive body nestled the girl's feet and the rest of her legs, as if she had sunken partway into a bed of tentacles. The lamia was grinning as she kissed at Mowgli's thighs, her tongue oddly cold as she licked at the pale flesh, causing a tingling sensation to erupt at her extremities.
"But we can make each other so much happier, if you pay attention to what I'm doing."
Mowgli was about to ask what the lamia was going to do, right before the lamia raised her head up an inch or so and slowly gave Mowgli's cut a long and tender lick, startling the girl-cub to the point where she lowered herself down on instinct, now sitting on the lamia's face.
There was only the briefest moment of context that Mowgli could formulate in her mind regarding what was happening to her. She knew little about the mechanics of oral sex, only it was something that she aspired to do to Shanti and that she knew her girlfriend had wanted to do to her. But she had no sense of rhythm for it. No idea what she could do to please Shanti in the ways that she envisioned.
It was very quickly apparent that the lamia needed no such guidance. She knew exactly where to lick and suck, with every slow movement so deliberate that it clawed out a lash of pleasure that felt that Mowgli was being violently whipped with ecstasy.
Her hips were moving of their own accord again, revealing the lamia's soaked mouth and chin as her gyrations carried her to and fro. Mowgli's thighs trapped the face of the snake woman, who was concentrating so hard on giving her pleasure, that when she looked down and saw the desire there, she could almost imagine that she was in the place that she belonged. Skilled lips sucked at the hood of her cunt and Mowgli squealed aloud and arched her back, digging her hips deeper as if she were the one doing the fucking and not the one being fucked.
Eventually, Mowgli raised her head up, concentrating on a particular knot in the tree in front of her eyes, while she moved back and forth as the lamia continued to lick at her slit and taste her essence. A glazed look overcame the girl's eyes, one of tiredness and resignation. And even though the lamia was licking the right spot, to the point where Mowgli was about to lose control again, with each throb of her heartbeat, unbeknownst to the lamia, every second that she felt that electric spark of the orgasm approaching, she felt herself returning to normal.
And she was beginning to realize that she was being brought to climax by someone whom she certainly did not love.
But it was too late for Mowgli to do anything, for the lamia's ministrations had reached the tender end. Mowgli began to jerk against the lips and tongue of the snake woman, almost as if she was being shocked. The lamia gripped harder upon Mowgli's thighs as if to say, "Yes! Yes! Go for it!" and Mowgli responded with a shuddering cry and violently orgasmed into the lamia's mouth.
There was a blast in her head and Mowgli's vision darkened and soon brightened in a spotty fashion. She felt lightheaded and her entire body was now soaked with sweat and her own come.
Groaning, Mowgli felt the hands at her thighs lessen, allowing her to lean back until she was lying in an undignified fashion on top of the lamia, her feet framing the snake woman's head while her butt was pressed up against the breasts of her assaulter. She did not care as she lay there, gasping, looking up at the sunlit trees above, watching the slow tumble of leaves around her. She felt the lamia's hands petting and stroking her legs, brushing her stomach, and flitting across the fold between her legs, as if wanting to make her twitch and jerk with joy once more. Clearly, the lamia had an interest in seeing Mowgli orgasm repeatedly.
Thumb now rubbing at Mowgli's hood between her legs, the lamia sat up between the girl's thighs. She watched as the slick belly of the girl trembled and her breasts jiggled in her exhausted state, but clearly still ready for more pleasure.
"So, what do you say, girl-cub?" the lamia leaned forward. "Could this be the start of something for you and I, perhaps?"
She continued to rub Mowgli until the girl could take no more and she sat up in a fluid motion, their breasts now pressed together, and their faces millimeters apart.
Mowgli's hands cupped the lamia's head, her mouth agape in deep desire. Her lips fluttered and she grew ever closer to the lamia's own mouth.
The lamia bared her teeth. "What do you want, girl-cub?"
Breathless, Mowgli could only whisper, "I… want… you."
With the lamia's fingers back inside her, Mowgli opened her mouth wider and planted her lips on the lamia's in a full-blown kiss. Her arms were thrown about the snake woman's neck in an embrace, and her legs wrapped around her legs, just below her ribs. Her tongue lurched out and tangled with the lamia's in her passion—the lamia could not stop herself from chuckling in victory, the sound muffled from their mouths being connected, and clawed her other hand at the girl's bare back while she continued to slide the fingers of her other hand in and out of Mowgli's slit.
They remained in that position for several long moments, their eyes closed as they hungrily kissed one another, their mouths turning slick as their slow licks turned quicker and more lascivious. Mowgli rocked her body against the lamia's, as if she were being cradled, the hand between her legs working up a dripping fervor. She broke the kiss for a moment to tenderly bite the shoulder of the lamia. Her new lover nibbled at her ear and stuck her serpentine tongue out to lick her lobe. Mowgli's sweaty body rubbed against the colder and scaley one of the lamia's, their nipples so hard they could cut diamond.
To the lamia, the day could not have gone any better. Here she had been, lazing about in a tree without a thing to do when, all of a sudden, the girl-cub from her past had chosen her tree to light upon for the night! All that time, and now here they were, intertwined and naked with one another, having sex in the growing and sticky heat of the dawn, their cries echoing all around the forest floor.
Success was so sweet, as was this girl. She felt she could have sex with Mowgli for a good, long while. At least, until she was bored with her.
As they kept on kissing in the heat of their passion, the lamia found it remarkable that she was nearly breathless with her own carnal desires. It was simply so thrilling to have found a young human that she could lay with and to torment for her own amusement.
A few seconds later, the lamia realized that it was not just metaphorical. She literally was breathless.
Only now did she realize that Mowgli's legs, still wrapped around her waist at the abdomen, had slowly been clenching together the entire time. The girl's legs were strong and the muscles corded from her thighs and calves. They had even stopped kissing, and the lamia tried to extricate her hand from Mowgli's cunt, but her arm was trapped between her own body and Mowgli's thigh. That hand was dripping with come from Mowgli—she must have orgasmed again, but had been so quiet that the lamia had not noticed. When she looked up to appraise her prize, she noticed that the girl's pupils had returned to their normal size.
And Mowgli was snarling.
"But…" Mowgli whispered, "I love Shanti more."
Then, Mowgli clenched down with all of her strength, giving out a cry, squeezing the lamia's body hard between her taut thighs. The lamia immediately gagged, her mouth splaying open and her eyes bugging out almost comically. Her ribs, now constricted, were beginning to squash her lungs and her breath was coming in just scant slivers.
The lamia went berserk trying to get Mowgli off. Her free hand clawed at Mowgli's back, drawing blood, but the girl did not lessen her grip. The snake woman thrashed about, slamming Mowgli against the trunk of the tree in an effort to dislodge her, but even though Mowgli screamed and cried out with each impact, her body battered and bruised, she remained steadfast.
In a last-ditch effort, the lamia began squirming her hand inside Mowgli stronger and harder, thinking that if she made Mowgli climax hard enough, it would cause her muscles to slacken and would enable her to slip free.
Right away, Mowgli felt what the lamia was trying to do, judging by the rapid pace of the fingers slithering inside her.
And it was working, too. Another orgasm was building inside her.
Knowing that she had only seconds to end this, Mowgli summoned all of her strength and squeezed her legs tighter around the lamia. She locked her feet together by hooking one over the other ankle and held on for dear life.
But the hand that continued to masturbate her could not be stopped. The lamia was frantically rubbing at her down there, hitting a spot that caused an electric storm at her pelvis, making her quiver and moan whenever it was brushed. Beyond her control, Mowgli was bucking and thrashing to the tempo of the hand that assaulting her, her tongue lolling out and trailing a whip of drool, taking all of her concentration to just hold on. Hold on for a little while longer.
Choking and spluttering, the lamia's face was beginning to turn as red as the setting sun. She bent forward, pressing the girl against the ground, using her free hand to prop herself upright. The snake woman fought for the next breath, but found nothing. Mowgli was squeezing her too tight.
There was only one option left at the lamia's disposal. Her tail. It whipped forward and savagely constricted itself around Mowgli's pretty throat. Now Mowgli gave a squeal before it was sharply cut off by a gagging sound of her own. The lamia clenched her tail tight—if she twisted the girl's head off, so be it. She would pay for trying this stupid little stunt of hers.
But blackness was already starting to spatter at the lamia's vision. The girl and the snake woman were each choking each other in turn while trapped in their lurid embrace, the figure of the nude human thrashing and moaning while wrapped around the serpentine woman, the tail at her throat becoming more and more thick with coils. Mowgli gave a final gasp, expelling a burst of spit, and the tip of the tail latched onto the corner of her mouth and pulled, distorting her face into a half-grin.
The lamia kept squeezing Mowgli's neck.
Mowgli kept squeezing the lamia's ribs.
The hand fluttered slickly at Mowgli's cunt.
Mowgli gave a muffled cry as she exploded in orgasm. A burst of fluid spat around the lamia's hand and all of the girl's limbs began to tremble as if the earth was quaking beneath them. Her hips rolled and surged, and Mowgli's breasts heaved as the climax traveled up her body in a brutal ripple. Her own face was turning bright red, wanting to scream but lacking the breath to do so.
The lamia was about to hiss in victory, intent on twisting her tail tight enough to snap Mowgli's neck.
But in the next second, that last moment of zero oxygen lapsed the flow of blood to the lamia's brain. She gave a groan and crumpled atop Mowgli as she passed out, her entire body slackening at once as if she were a puppet that had its strings suddenly slashed.
There was a brief moment as quiet was allowed to return to the jungle. But then there was some grunting as Mowgli managed to extricate herself from under the lamia, unwrapping the limp tail from her throat. She pushed away from the unconscious snake woman with her feet and stood on shaking legs, her thighs completely soaked from her own come. She bent to catch her breath, letting the sweat drip off of her.
She then considered the prone lamia before her. If Mowgli had squeezed her for just a minute longer, she might have killed her. Oddly, she felt that would have been going too far. Of all the creatures she had met in the jungle, the lamia was the only one who had a protective instinct, even if that instinct led to her doing some twisted things.
Mowgli kneeled down and placed a hand upon the back of the lamia's head and gently rotated it so that the lamia was not breathing directly into the dirt. She was still breathing—snoring, actually—so she would at least live for today.
"You did teach me," Mowgli said to the unconscious snake woman. "That's more than anyone ever did in this stupid jungle."
Standing back up, Mowgli then embarked into a quick jog, her naked body disappearing into the dark bushes, thick leaves slapping at her pert butt, and she hurried into the mist-soaked hills of the forest. Her breasts heaved and bounced as she ran through the foliage, the nude girl covered in sweat and come, her hair whipping in all directions, muscles at her belly strong and flat.
The trail of Kaa was dead ahead. She promised herself that she would save Shanti on this day.