His heart was hammering like a heartbeat in my head even before he climbed up those silky ribbons.
I could feel how much he burned inside from the stress. Out of all the flames of the crowd and stage lights, his burned the brightest.
The ash should have helped. I guess there was nothing that could tame his panic that made it smear over the ribbons.
Then, when he was flying his highest, he fell.
I heard the cracking against his ribs. I saw his flame billow up when the pain shot through his body. His heartbeat quickened. His panting grew shaky and swallow.
It was wonderful. For a moment there, it felt like it was just the both of us. He was laying on the stage, injured, and I was focused only on his fluttering attempts to continue from the depths of the curtains.
Everything else was blissful darkness. He struggled and thrilled the predator in me every time his weakness was shown.
Man, I was starving.
Seeing Avery throw himself back onto the ribbon and soar over the crowds only made my stomach twist into knots.
Stretching my jaw, I could feel the venom dripping over my fake fangs already.
He would be delicious. Would it taste more like human or bird as the acid in my stomach digested his little bones?
What about when he'd try to escape? When he'd beg and writhe when I broke him further in my arms?
God.
Turning, I let everyone swarm Avery and push me further from him.
The venom pooled in my mouth. Swallowing the hot acid down, I only watched.
The manager lingered too. Adrian got heated with him. He flared too, but I wasn't interested in his searing hatred. My eyes were only for Avery who was oblivious.
The manager stormed off, muttering.
I knew what would happen if I followed. He was the one who made sure I got fed. I was going to draw out the gnawing starvation as long as I could before I crawled back to his office.
I'd need several stiff drinks before I did. Wash the taste out of my mouth that already stained my mind.
"If you need me to spit in his drink...."
I wasn't joking. He be too easy to kill. He kept the open glass on the edge of his desk, unguarded. Scotch and cola on the rocks. He had it every night to 'help him think'. I could feel it burning my tongue now. There was no thrill in anything that came that easy. The moment he turned up dead, they'd know it was me.
Best to joke about it then. Let the thoughts just be dangerously tempting thoughts.
Avery giggled at me. He had no clue how serious I was. Even with a little stern smile back, I was still focused on his fluttering heart and weakening fire.
Letting his guard down. Disappointment drowned my snapping hunger. There was no point when he let himself feel safe around me. The struggle and fear is what made my senses snap to life.
Would the love of the crowds dampen it further? Make him just another boring heartbeat and dull heat source post in the masses?
"You good to go back out there?" I worried now as more people filed out onto the stage "you need to get that fixed."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7GlQOcmvx2
Cry out a little when it was. Squirm under the prodding fingers of a doctor. Rely on your false sense of security to come closer to me....
Avery had no clue. He was fine; he insisted. There was no need for me to linger while Adrian was already so close and attentive.
Then he scoffed and pushed aside my concerns. Actually scoffed at me. I didn't know if I was offended or excited by his defiance against me.
Instead of biting back, I shrugged it off and left them, bursting through the curtains with my arms raised. The dancers had cleared a path for me to the front of the stage, only a few paces from where Avery fell.
A wall of heat greeted me with cheers and whistles. They rattled down my ears and faltered my smile at the blinding wall before me.
Maybe i'd get a scotch too after this? Or just stick with something that didn't tear my stomach like hellfire itself? I had a vodka bottle behind the bar I kept water in. I had to keep up appearances, so why not start with that?
I just wanted to go somewhere quieter and darker. All of this screaming was making my nerves crackle into my weary bones. Weakness was weighing into the exhaustion of flipping and performing tonight. I could feel my waving hand dipping.
I needed to eat something.
The crowd rose again to deafen me. Looking over, Avery slid into place beside me to soak up the attention.
The star. The one who smiled through the sympathy and extra support being cheered at him. We were stars too, but he stole the show with his mishap.
Adrian followed out too, of course, but he took his place behind us. The hybrids took point; the ones who mattered anyway. It was the theme of the show after all.
A mic snapped to life to announce refreshments. As eager as I was to tear out of the chaos, I had to remain standing just for a while longer.
I was fucking dying out here and the crowd shuffled so damn slowly for the doors. They were so patient and courteous to make sure everyone got their chance for the drinks while I sucked down venom behind my smile.
Then, we were released. I spun around to tear through the masses behind me, shoving with my shoulder for those who didn't move aside.
In the darkness backstage, I kept going, marching around the left to where I would be taken back up to the bar for photographs and boring mingling.
I didn't wait for the others. Passing the communal dressers, I powered up the lit stairs to the upper floor. The door here separated me from the area the crowds would spread within. Fixing up my chains and shaking off the tightness coiling around my muscles, I remembered my smile as I opened the door.
There was another short hall lined with nude portraits before I was greeted with the upper floor.
The theme of our show was Curiosities. There were double-headed preserved snakes in jars to my right, a four legged chick, cyclops kittens, and our own star of stillborn animals; a double-headed, eight-legged calf.
It really was marvelous. It was the centrepiece of the preserved jars surrounding it. Who knew where we found something like it, but it sure gained attention from anyone who saw it. It even has a little crowd taking photos right now.
Opposite me were the blood red statues of a naked minotaur with an unrealistically long cock and a hooded snake man with another so long that it looked to be the same length as it's arm. The penis even had a snake head at the tip. It was hooded too, no surprises there.
I always got asked if mine was the same. Drunk, horny women wanted to see if it was true. It was shameful how eager they were to bed something that could potentially have a whole face destroying their insides.
Between the statues was a love seat. People took photos on it all the time stroking or pretending to suck the cocks. Sometimes we'd be eagerly asked to join in.
I made a beeline to the left for the bar before I could be roped into another photograph i'd regret.
Behind the bar stood Elgress. Born with a fear of spiders, and a tremor that made her hands shake, she was designated to putting her disability to work shaking up cocktails and the other assortment of questionably named drinks up for sale.
Her light brown hair was the only thing of length to cover her. Shaved on the left and styled into a rainbow pattern of cheetah spots, she had the same ones running down her face that ended in a painted cat nose.
She said she was human, but sex always selled better. Painted up in nothing but a cute collar, heart nipple covers, and a g-string with a moving tail, Elgress had no choice but to show her body for the job as some sort of slutty cat.
Without clothes, her heat was always dim. I pitied her always being so cold.
The other bartenders wore the same skimpy outfits, male and female. It total, six painted cheetah bartenders occupied the horseshoe shaped area.
"I need my vodka" I leant on the bar to address Elgress "and maybe some bleach for my eyes."
"You and me both" she smirked with a quick glance to the loveseat where middle-aged women were proceeding to pat the cocks to the utter amusement of their group who took photos "I heard this horrible thumping. What happened?"
"Avery fell" I took my bottle handed up from under her bar "they switched his chains for ribbons."
Elgress scoffed in annoyance and shook her head.
"Bruce's been trying to put those damn things into the show for ages" she bit out "we used to have them hanging in here from the roof! They were like curtains!"
I took a sip of water and felt it instantly aching my dried throat that pulsed painfully for more.
"Is Avery ok?" she almost whispered.
I rolled my eyes, taking another swig.
"He's a bird. He'll be fine."
Elgress was focusing too much on him. She was with me now. Avery already had everyone fawning over him enough.
"How have you been? No crazies?"
"Apart from the statues getting a good polishing and a couple banging in the toilets, I think it's been ok" she smiled back "you?"
"Just hungry" I admitted "you know how it is."
Her face fell. She knew exactly what that meant.
"Need something stronger?"
Elgress didn't even wait to pull up a glass and move over to grab the scotch.
"If it tastes the same...." I muttered, wrinkling my nose up at it.
Elgress pushed the glass towards me that I watched her sloppily serve up. I swirled it around before gulping it down and screwing up my face at the fire melting away the front of my throat on the way down to my gurgling stomach. She was sympathetic and poured me another glass, getting more down the sides.
I ignored my wet hand and picked it up, contemplating, before I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Elgress straightened. Must have been a customer.
I turned to see one of the women from the chair. She looked back to her group, suddenly quiet on what she was going to ask me.
She was a short thing. Overweight, horribly dyed blonde hair that had brown regrowth dominating the middle. Her red lipstick was smeared, most likely on the rim of her glass or on the penis of the snake.
I leant back and sipped my drink, knowing what was going to come.
"I, uh...."
I placed my lips near her ear, keeping my eyes on her friends watching her.
"It doesn't have a face, but it's about the same length" I whispered to her and pulled back to see her smiling, returning "there isn't much you have to imagine, Sweetheart. You don't need two heads to have fun."
Looking down, I directed her gaze to my unitard. Bulging at the front, it really was all on show for everyone, even curtained in chains.
The woman left to rejoin her group. I smiled after them and turned back to Elgress, smirking.
"You're horrible" she shook her head at me with a smile "what did you tell her?"
I peered back over to them giggling and glancing, flashing a grin.
"Enough to keep them buying drinks" I muttered back, swallowing the rest of mine and riding out the burn.
Looking over to the preserved jars, I saw the others lining up for photographs. In a little corner tucked around the side of the door was another loveseat we used. Lining up behind it, we posed while one of the dancers snapped the shots. It was a simple, free, service.
"Got to go" I slid the glass back "thanks for the drinks."
"I'll be here tomorrow if you need me again" Elgress smiled warmly back.
I returned it then strolled over to slip in with the others. Taking my place on the end, I showed off my fake fangs that glistened in the light cast over us. Everyone has their own poses, Avery unable to completely do his with the stiff arm.
The line grew now that people saw we were taking photos. It wasn't anything significant, but enough to keep me impatiently from trying to feed myself.
I flashed my fangs and spread my arms over and over. The only thing running though my mind was if the two servings of scotch was going to be enough to help me.
Preoccupied, I ran through my paces mindlessly. The line dwindled until the last couple took their place on the chair and smiled before our menacing portraits.
Before anyone else could scurry over, I darted from the photos and quickly walked off, ignoring the complaints that followed from Nisha.
I was going to Bruce anyway. If they wanted to complain about my absence, it'd fall on deaf ears.
Moving past the bar, I followed it around to the gap between it and the statues.
Heading down the mirrored hall, I carefully checked behind me, opened the black door at the end, and slipped inside.
Bruce, the manager in all his glory, sat at his desk. His glass of scotch sat on the edge as usual. There was his name plaque in the middle that glistened gold.
He had his back turned to me when I entered. Sitting in his chair, he was watching the screens behind him instead.
"I need to speak with you" I started, moving over to lock the door "it's about food. You cut me short last fortnight."
The chair swiveled around. I caught his attention now while I stood there stiffly.
"It's been two weeks today" I reminded him "I want what I deserve."
"You know what the deal is" he laced his fingers and leant back, placing his boots up on his desk "you feed me, I feed you."
Checking the lock on the door again, I felt my insides clenching in shame and hunger.
I had to eat.
"What are you hungry for?" I spoke through gritted teeth.
Always the same with this fucking guy.
Venom poured. I swallowed it down again, trying to choke down the lump in my throat it got caught on.
"Spin for me and I'll decide, Baby" he smirked.
I rotated slowly, making sure he got to see all of my skimpy costume. I didn't want to do it again because I rushed it the first time. He liked it slow. Bruce liked to think he had control over something stronger than him.
"You're arse looks delicious" he smirked, snorting "come clean me up before I make good use of it."
"Whatever you want" I smirked back, hearing his heartbeat fluttering.
Approaching his desk, I twined around the side of it and spun the chair to face me. Placing one leg up on the arm, I saw Bruce's eyes linger on my cock. He smiled, licking his lips.
His heart was hammering with adrenaline and fear. He was always scared of me. Fucking with something this dangerous excited and rattled him.
I wanted to feel him under my arms, bones snapping one by one. I wanted to smell the blood as it gushed through him and hear his breath sobbing for mercy, like I had long ago.
I placed my foot above his belt and let my toes twine down. His cock was hard and bulging beneath his pants straining to keep it contained. Pressing over it a little too firmly, Bruce cried in pain and coughed as I dropped to my knees and yanked roughly on his belt to tighten it to the hole I needed to thread it free.
"Easy" Bruce growled now when I got it open and pierced a nail through the hole on his zipper.
I peered up at him sternly, slowly peeling the zipper down to reveal his stained underwear bulging upwards.
Tracing a nail over the twitching tip, I acted innocent.
He liked it when I looked weak. Playing dumb always made him think he was better than me.
"I've got to eat" I whispered back, peeling down his underwear to have his cock spring upwards, reeking of stale sweat and gleaming with eagerness "and you're just so big."
Venom drooled. I opened my hissing mouth, fangs protruding and ready to sink in and give the fucker the worst pain of his life.
"Uh, uh!" he panicked and wheeled back, cock wiggling from the movement "fangs out, you bastard!"
Sighing, I got back to my feet and walked slowly to the edge of the table. Bruce watched me from the chair as I yanked out my fake fangs and dropped them into his drink.
He wouldn't touch it now. He was too paranoid. Plus, I'd need the drink afterwards.
"Are you too scared?" I sauntered towards him, grinning at the delight of his hammering heart and flaming body heat "you made this deal. You got to stick to it."
Leg up again, I spun Bruce around to confuse him, waiting for him to return so I could snap my hands around both chair arms to lean in close.
His eyes were wide. He was trying to remain composed and tough. He tried so hard.
"You're boiling, Baby" I teased, tongue flicking out to tease his sweating neck that leant away "and you've gone soft."
Tutting, I dropped to my knees again and squeezed the soft cock to give it a stroke. It jerked in my hand, leaking. It was a tease that he panted for.
"You know, it would be easier if you took your pants off" I prompted him as I gripped and stroked more, feeling his twitching cock strengthening and growing in my grip "did you want me to do it for you?"
He didn't like being directed. Sometimes I had to push him in the right direction without looking like I was controlling the whole thing.
"Take them off already" he snapped, irritated at the sudden removal of my hand.
"Yes, of course" I smiled to myself at how easy he was to influence.
Lifting his arse up, I got his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Pulling off his boots, I tossed them under his desk alongside his socks.
How sitting there half naked, I was met with a thick black mess of pubes.
When was the last time he shaved? God damn, I could tell it was going to smell stale just by seeing how clumped they all were.
All of him was just stale. His hair, his beard, now his pubes too.
"Well?" he grunted "get to it."
Fuck.
Looping my tongue around his cock, I could taste it. Sour. Unwashed. Sweat that had dried into underwear. I could taste the cotton on the underwear too.
It burned too, like fire, or acid. There was some sort of bitterness too, like cologne. He sprayed himself when he was naked. Some must have misted downwards too that was now bubbling my tongue.
Pursing my lips, I lifted my tongue so I didn't have to taste him. I stroked up and down, testing his blissful reaction, before commiting to the role.
He flowed freely and dripped back over his own hard cock. I wasn't going to stain my mouth with this horridness. I didn't even want to feel it sawing over the empty gums where my fangs should have been.
What i'd give to have them back. I paid the price when Bruce expected his first blowjob and fuck from me. I didn't take him seriously until he thought he'd throw me on this desk and take it by force. I cried and begged him. I screamed so loudly that others thought i was being flogged.
I couldn't perform for a week without feeling like I was tearing during my more elaborate twists. Shitting was like hellfire was devouring my insides. The blood that stained my costumes was worse.
But, I got him back. Still fully fanged, hungry, and venomous, I struck him when he tried again. I snapped all along his right shoulder, spilling venom over his skin when I pumped as much as I could into his bloodstream.
Apparently it wasn't as much as I thought. The bastard didn't die, by some damn miracle. After a while in hospital, he came back. Sporting new wounds along his shoulder and fierce anger, he demanded I was defanged so it didn't happen again.
So, they were taken. I was given fake ones to still look the part for the show. After all, a snake wasn't scary without its fangs poised and ready to strike.
I chalked it up to still being young. I spilled too much over him instead of making sure it was dissolving his veins. Being young, I couldn't kill a man like I could now.
I could kill him....
Bruce was teasing me. I couldn't do anything with gums. He knew it and groaned his way through ecstacy.
I wasn't going to let him finish in my mouth. I'd rather die than have to swallow that filth.
Feeling the spasming, I saw his legs tensing. It was the sign he was getting close.
"Finish in me" I begged him now, getting to my feet before he could change his mind.
The unitard was going to be a pain. I had to take the whole thing off just to access the bottom half. Pulling it to the side would only tear the fabric, and Bruce was not a patient man.
Instantly, I started unhooking my chains around my waist. I stood over Bruce, who clutched at the ones on my stomach, pumping himself.
"No. I want to feel you" I grabbed his slick hand and forced it down beside him "don't you want to feel me?"
I wasn't going to have him blow his load then have forever to screw me to another blissful completion. I wanted this done as soon as possible. He was greedy. He'd have to be tempted into that.
"Have a drink. You must be thirsty" I pushed him back from me while still unhooking the chains "you earned it."
Bruce sneered but got up from his chair. Moving over to the shelf in the corner of the office, he pulled down his decanter of scotch along with another glass.
I had more borrowed time to undress. I just had to get the stomach chains off so I could peel off this unitard.
Glancing over at the glass on the edge of the desk, I leant over to fish out my fangs. Pushing them in place with my tongue, I guzzled the burning liquid to try and remove the feeling of my mouth still being fucked.
Fangs in, chains off, I was ready to go.
"Don't go drinking too much now" I wrapped my arms around Bruce to smooth over his shirt "are you going to fuck me or not?"
He turned, his eyes eating me up as he drank.
I stood there, scales and skin, on show for him. My cock dangled for him to eye greedily. I knew he was self-conscious about it. His erect was tipping under my flaccid.
Another way to make him feel insignificant. I smiled and turned.
I knew I was in early stages of shedding, but he didn't care. Even with scales peeling upwards, he only had eyes on his prize.
I walked to his desk and heard him put his glass down. Forcing me over, he slapped my right leg to lift it and place it on the table.
I spat into my hand. Bruce was a brute and believed that blood and tears was the best lube. I knew he was going to try and stuff it in raw.
When my coated hand was slapped away and I felt the burn of him stretching me, I gripped the edge of the table to stop the thrust pushing me too far up it.
Bruce grunted and plunged into me, squeezing my hips and arse to show his power over me. He twisted, making sure he was firmly buried inside.
I moaned and panted back, putting on a show to goad him into release. My mind wandered while my mouth begged for what he wanted to hear.
I was back with my mother as a child. Heaving myself up and over her body, I used to dangle on it until slipping down like a slide.
It was a fun game. She was a Naga with the most luxurious scales I had seen. Humans envied her naked bust while Naga lusted after her snake torso.
My father was just as impressive. More snake than man, he still had the attributes, just more scaled. He kept the inferior males at bay. He was a warrior afraid of no man.
I was born with the legs both my parents were missing. A few of my brothers and sisters had them. The others came out like they should.
Legs made it easier to climb up my mother's tail for my own game. They also made it faster to run when my father used to playfully chase me around.
My mother never minded. She was a gentle soul when it came to her large brood.
I wonder where they were now? What happened to Mama when I left for a better life and got tricked into this shithole? What happened to Papa?
Did they still coil around their children at night and watched the stars like we used to? Was it still easy out there in the wilderness?
"Oh, fuck, I'm close" Bruce quivered.
"Cum for me" I moaned "please."
Please. Let it be over. Let me leave.
Papa would be so ashamed if he saw me like this. He called me his strong man. There was nothing strong about doing this.
I just wanted to go back to Mama and hang myself over her tail as I looked up at the clouds. Then, when night came, her sun-basked body would keep me warm when we searched the stars together.
I wouldn't contort myself into positions anymore for humans to gasp and gawk at. I wouldn't pretend to still be fearsome and fanged to scare them for some cheap thrills. I wouldn't drink to wash away the feeling of being violated, or lay myself across this desk for a meal.
"Oh, fuck!" Bruce shoved into me, hunching as he pulsed and gritted his teeth through his little spurts forced into me "fuck."
He was breathless and sweaty. I was sweating from the sheer determination he fucked into me.
Tearing himself from me, I slid off and quickly picked off the scales that glued to the desk. Turning to face him, I carefully scraped off the scales gleaming on his stomach.
"I need more than last time" I spoke softly as I collected my scales "not pinkies, not week olds, not frozen. I need the big ones. Fresh. As many as you can get. Around fourty."
"Fourty?" Bruce scoffed when I checked over his cock and balls for hidden ones "that's too many!"
Finding a scale above his pubes, I scraped my nail under it, nicking the skin and drawing blood.
"I eat once a fortnight" I hissed back "if you can't feed me to last that long, people will start to go missing. Fourty is fair. It's less than what I need."
Bruce said nothing. His heartbeat told me all.
"Don't cut me short this time either" I reminded him as I scooped up the blood in my nail and bought it up to dribble off before his eyes "or I'll come right back, ok?"
"You can't tell me what to do" he gained courage and sneered "I own you."
Flaring out my hood and baring my fangs as I hissed, I leant down the side of Bruce's face.
I don't think he was breathing. I knew he was already checking the empty glass on the other side of the desk.
"You may own me physically, but I own you mentally" I whispered to him as my nail traced down to his shirt neckline that I pulled aside to flash some of the old wounds puckered there "and I won't fail a second time."
Pushing back from him, I picked off the last scale from the edge of his shirt and added it to the pile in my hand.
Leave no evidence. People would talk if Bruce turned up sprinkled in my scales. They'd come to their own conclusions and judge me through them.
I didn't do it for him, I did it for me.
"They'll be in tomorrow" Bruce spoke up now that I was a safe distance away.
"Thank you" I grinned and dropped the scales into my empty glass so I could snatch up my unitard to shimmy into it "I'll be practicing when they come in; you know, doing my job."
Bruce acknowledged it and fumbled for his underwear and pants to do the same.
Snapping up the fabric, I made sure everything was tucked in properly before starting to re-loop the chains around my stomach and hips.
Once the last one was in place, I jerked a thumb to the door, turning up the charm.
"People will wonder where I am. I'm going to head out now. Great talk."
Belt now buckled back in place, Bruce scowled at me as he dragged my glass towards him.
Turning from him, my smile was instantly gone. My hand was on the doorknob when I saw scales were peeling off onto it.
About to pick them off, I hesitated and smiled to myself.
I knew nothing would come of it. No-one would question why I was in here since everyone came through here one time or another. They weren't sprinkled on Bruce but his door.
But, I wished one of them would stop all of this. Be cluey enough to put two and two together and realize I was being extorted for something they all got handed so easily.
I brushed them off. Three scales spiralled to the floor that I stepped over, ready to head back to the bar for another drink.
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