I was confused. Ten people had gone to the rockpile at the edge of the meadow in the lest year and simply vanished. No trace. No body found. It's like they'd been sucked into a black hole.
I decided the only way to figure it out was to visit the rockpile myself. It was huge -- probably close to one square mile -- with several passages where you could walk under large arch-like structures. In fact, no one had mapped out the entirety of the twisty passages -- some well-lit, others not so well lit -- that led through it.
So, on Friday afternoon, I came home from work (I work from 7 to 3:30, so I was home, showered and changed into my casual clothes by 4:00) and drove over to the meadow. A five minutes' walk brought me to the rockpile. I started slowly wandering through the passages at random.
"Hello."
The voice was coming from a shadowy alcove. I stepped over to it. There was... what appeared to be a cross between a woman and a snake, curled up on a large flat ledge of rock. She had a human face, and aside from her lack of arms and the green skin, her torso was very human and very female. My eyes lingered on her huge, bare breasts. They had to be E-cups, minimum. Moving downwards, her skin became scales at just above what would be waist level, and her lower body had a snake's tail, at least twenty feet long, as it gradually narrowed from her waist downwards.
"Um, hello."
The snake-woman gave me a friendly smile. "Come, sit. I don't get to interact with humans much. My name is Lydia."
Something in her voice settled my nerves a bit. I walked to the ledge and sat down. "My name is Mark."
"When in Rome, Mark, you shoot Roman candles. I am naked. Please take off your clothes."
I removed my shoes, shorts, and T-shirt, leaving me as naked as Lydia.
"You're in good shape," Lydia observed.
I'm five-foot-eight, slim but toned (I do try to work out), with short, straight brown hair and brown eyes. Lydia, of course, was hairless -- snakes don't have hair. She had green eyes. Pretty eyes.
"I'm about to hit 30, so I have to make sure I don't let myself go to pot," I observed.
"I'm eternal," Lydia replied. "Eons old. I look good for my age, don't I?"
I gave her a smile and once again found my eyes drawn to her breasts. "You look good, period," I told her.
Lydia wrapped her tail around me several times. "You seem like a nice young man. And it's obvious you like my chest. Let us go to my resting place."
With that, she slithered through a couple of passages until we reached a circular clearing, open to the sky and well-lit. The vertical walls of rock must have been fifty feet high. The only way anyone could see us is if they stood on the edge and looked straight downwards. Lydia was lying on what appeared to be a soft layer of moss that covered the ground.
"I like to have sex with humans when they come to me," Lydia observed. "Like I said, I don't get a lot of opportunities."
"By the way," I inquired, "do you know anything about the disappearances of the humans around here?"
"Oh, that was me," Lydia explained. "They tried to rush me into sex instead of relaxing and taking it slow. Like I said, I do like sex, but I like it at a gentle pace. They wanted the experience to be over in two minutes."
She opened her mouth very wide. A normal human's mouth couldn't open that wide. Two sharp fangs were prominently displayed.
"That's right," I mused. "Snakes have poisonous fangs."
"Venomous," Lydia corrected. "Poisonous would mean that if you ate the fangs, a toxin in them would make you die. Venomous means that if I bite you, break the skin and inject the venom, you would be dead in seconds."
"And how come no one found any bodies?"
Lydia opened her mouth to her fullest extent and slid my head inside it. Then with one gulp, I felt my entire body slide down into her gullet. If not for her tail securely wrapped around me, I would have been inside her digestive system. She then pulled me out.
"That's a good explanation."
"And then I can easily dispose of their clothes," Lydia added. "Leaving no trace behind. Now, enough talking. I'm sure you've been eager to kiss and caress my beautiful breasts."
"I am indeed eager to do that," I told her.
Lydia lifted me up to her chest, with my head resting against her cleavage. Because she was only holding me by my lower body, my hands were also free. "Please do so, Mark. And take all the time you want. I love having my breasts kissed, sucked and caressed." She then twisted her flexible body (snakes don't have bones) so that her mouth was against my right thigh. "But before we begin..."
Her fangs just barely broke my skin. When she lifted her head up, I saw two very small red dots on my thigh.
"That's my way of marking you," Lydia explained. "I can bite and choose not to inject venom. I'll mark you before every session we have -- it's my way of letting you know I like you and trust you."
