Fux And The Snake Fetish - part 2
I was nearly to the edge of the grounds and emerging from the woods when I heard a rustle to my left. I don’t mean a squirrel rustle I mean a big bush moving rustle and a hiss. I sniffed the air for creatures and smelled only humans. I narrowed my eyes lookign in the surrounding bushes that were quiet. My plan was to locate the creature and go the other way! Anything that big was not on my menu! Again the rustle came this time closer and from in back of me. I whirled around searching the bushes for any signs and spied a snake. No, a huge snake. It was enormous and reared up as if ready to strike it’s green head blending into the small trees around me closely, it was nearly as tall as I. It hissed a long low sound - yes it sounded like a snake but something was wrong - it did not smell like a snake and the quick movement I saw before it again disappeared in the brush was wrong. It was sinuous yes but something was not quite right about this snake.
I was intrigued more than worried at that point and followed the creature further into the brush rather than going away from it as had been my first instinct. Deeper and deeper into the brush I went following that snake creature. Finally I was close to it. I nearly missed it as the snake had become motionless in a small clearing next to some shrubs that matched it nearly exactly. I stood stock still sniffing the air and finally located it. I knew what was wrong with that snake! I pounced then (I don’t often pounce these days it looks too undignified and humans don’t like it) and landed directly on top of the snake creature. Just as I thought. Though perfectly camaflogued and with a sleek and sinuous body it was 
a girl! A gorgeous girl with paint make-up she had been transformed into a snake. She hissed at me on top of her and as she did I noticed she even had two fangs but her tongue was not forked. I saw the medallion on her neck and took it off her. She offered no resistance at all. Just another small hiss. I started to get up having captured the prey and ready to turn in the medallion when her little tongue flickered out and licked my chin. She was squirming under me in a most suggestive fashion one hard to ignore. I could see close up those tiny tits painted over with green paint to resemble scales and her slender hips ground against my own. Hmm this I figured must be the “you can do what you want with your prey” part. 
Well I had never mucked about with a snake before and that little tongue was pressed against my chest teasing my nipples. I got up off the girl-snake and leaned back on my heels to see what she would do. I knew then why they had chosen her to be a snake. She uncoiled from the ground her movements continuous and almost slithered to my feet. Her small hands marched up my thighs followed by her face. Every so often she would give me a little nip on my inner thigh as if to remind me she was a snake but what she was doing to me was all girl. Instead of leaving I sat down and watched the girl intently growing more aroused each second with her incredible costume and her knowing hands and tongue. She shoved me onto 
my back and began to roam over my body with her sharp little teeth and hungry little mouth. Nipping here licking there and all in all driving me insane. I felt like my cock was going to explode each time she ground against it and hissed in my ear. Finally she had tasted me enough and lifted those slender hips above my cock. I was ready to explode anyway. I could feel her pussy heat just inches from my throbbing cock and it was all I could do not to drag her down on to it. She was the agressor here and I felt obligated to play by her rules. She lowered herself onto my cock inch by agonizing inch letting out a little hiss every now and again. It was torture and delight as that tight pussy gripped my cock tightly but she moved excruciatingly slow. Finally she had my cock sheathed within her and let out a long low hiss of satisfaction. Then she began to move up and down on me. Long slow smooth strokes again making me think of the snake she was made up to resemble. However that pussy was all girl and squeezing me tightly. Such unbelievalbe muscle control that girl had. She raked 
her sharp nails across my chest causing me to squirm under her and obviously intensifying her pleasure. Her breathing grew ragged and finally she upped the pace just as I thought I could bear not another second. I could feel her inner juices pooling and hear her pussy squishing as she lifted herself nearly off my cock each time and then slammed downward only to lift up again and slam down. I felt helpless before this tide of human/animal passion and struggled to maintain some semblance of control. It was no use my body was in her control and she thrashed upon my cock slamming down her firm ass meeting my thighs each time and her 
pussy tightening even more on me with each stroke. I knew she was close and allowed nature to take it’s course my balls tightening with each stroke moans drifting from us both. Finally I could hold back no more my seed feelign like molten fire as it spewed from me coating her tight pussy and being milked by her own spasms she clawed at my chest as she came convusively. I hardly noticed the pain so lost was I in my own pleasure. Eventually she quit moving and fell limply to my chest which I noticed was burning from the scratches she had put there. After a moment her breathing normalized and she lifted herself from me with the same sinuous grace that had fooled me at first. I was too drained to even move as she 
disappeared into the brush saying not a single word.
I dragged myself up off the ground and brushed off my fur. Dirt and leaves had clung to me all over and I hoped I looked presentable enough. There would be no hiding the claw marks I thought ruefully. I wish I wore shirts but fur and shirts simply don’t mix and societal standards don’t require it for Cat Persons. Oh well nothing for it. I made my way wearily back to the garden shocked I could find it.
Everyone else was back and talking excitedly as I approached the hostess with 
my medallion.
“We have the last winner and it looks like he had a rough battle of it.” Riola cried as she took the medallion from me and winked. The entire party laughed taking in my disheveled state and no one missed those claw marks on my chest. I felt some better when I noticed that several of the guests looked just as ragged as I. It was still embarrasing but after that fuck this afternoon well worth it.
“The winners will meet in the main drawing room in the morning to collect their prizes. For the rest of the party we shall have more games!” Riala announced.
The latter was met with cheers and the hostess departed without another word leaving us 
to make our way to our rooms. I found my wing with relative ease and gratefully bathed in that huge tub. I was exhausted and starved and wondering where I might find a kitchen in this mammoth house when a knock on the door came and a servant made his way in with a laden tray. It was full of goodies from caviar to quail.
“The madam thought you might be tired this evening and ordered your dinner to be brought to you Sir. Please ring if there is anything further you require.” I shook my head no and was salivating at the tray. The servant disappeared as quietly as the wind in the manner of all the help in this palatial estate while I dug into the repast as a starving man.
I wondered what the morning would bring for us prize winners. However I was too tired to think on it long and instead fell heavily into bed asleep before my head hit the pillow.