Chapter 5 – The Fire That Returns
The relief from the white water did not last forever.
When he left the pool, his body was still calmer, but the heat in his lower belly was already beginning to return like embers being blown back to life. The serpent came out right after, her white body glistening with droplets of the milky water. She did not move away. She simply coiled again near the entrance of the chamber, her eyes fixed on him.
He felt something different.
They were not words. It was not a clear thought. It was an intention. A will coming from her, warm and direct, that settled in his chest as if it were his own.
'She wants… again…'
The confirmation came when the serpent approached and her forked tongue touched the inside of his thigh. His cock, which had softened a little inside the water, reacted immediately. The lust had not disappeared. It had only slept for a while.
They did not speak.
They did not need to.
The serpent's wide mouth opened and swallowed his cock once more. The throat descended slowly, tight, hot. He held the horns and let his head fall back while she worked. Each movement swallowed him deeper. Each contraction of the throat pulled another groan from him. When he came, she swallowed everything without letting a single drop escape, her tongue calmly cleaning the excess afterward.
The relief lasted only a short time.
Less than an hour later the desire returned with almost the same strength as before. He looked at the serpent and felt her intention again. The same hunger. The same need.
'It's the meat… the more we eat, the worse this gets… and even so…'
A good amount of the pink snake's body still remained in the secondary chamber. The serpent guided him there without hurry. This time he did not hesitate. The two of them ate together. The meat was drier, but the taste remained intense. He chewed slowly, aware that every piece fed the fire inside him.
When they finished, the lust exploded again.
This time it was longer. Filthier. More desperate.
He fucked her throat until his legs trembled. Then he turned the white body and buried his cock in the hot pussy until he came deep. The serpent writhed, hissing, her body squeezing his with force. Their fluids ran across the stone floor. When he tried to pull away to breathe, her intention pulled him back. She wanted more. So did he.
The entire night dragged on like that.
Throat. Pussy. Throat. Sometimes he simply let the serpent do the work, the wide mouth rising and falling while he held the horns and came straight into the depths of her throat. Other times it was he who controlled the rhythm, thrusting hard, taking out the old rage and the new hunger the meat awakened.
In the middle of the night, panting and covered in sweat and fluids, he noticed something.
He could feel the serpent more clearly.
They were not words. Not yet. But the intentions came sharper. When she wanted him deeper, he knew. When she wanted the mouth, he felt it. When she was satisfied for a moment, the mental silence between them settled in.
'I'm starting to understand her… little by little…'
The serpent raised her head and looked at him. The ancient eyes gleamed in the gloom. There was something like approval there.
He ran a hand over his own chest. The skin still burned, but differently. His body was tired, used, and even so it asked for more. The pink ball continued working in silence. With every meal, with every orgasm, the precarious balance the white water had given became harder to maintain.
He knew he would need to return to the pool soon.
But not now.
Now the serpent rubbed against him again, the hot wet slit calling. Her intention was clear.
And he had neither the strength — nor the will — to refuse.
His cock entered her once more.
The hoarse hiss echoed through the cave.
And the fire kept burning.