tickling birds

dance

Zing!

Manoj grinned with pleasure; the girl was officially underneath the power of his trance. A good five minutes of drilling his spiralling eyes into the pretty jade orbs of his newest catch, and he had her entire body to claim as a prize. This human was definitely an exotic flower; pale in skin and clearly from a diverse culture outside of the unexplored jungles of India. Her cheeks, set with plenty of attractive freckles, were raised with a mighty smile thanks to his subliminal power. The humongous cobra inhaled the strawberry scent of her yellow hair, something that would have made the frightful thing unsettled. But now it only drew a happy giggle and a flush of red to her skin.

He found other things about her quite pleasing as well; she definitely wasn't overgrown, but she wasn't on the skinny side either. His coils rubbed and squeezed around her plump form like groping hands but she only seemed to grow happier at his touch. He was especially a fan of the revealing clothing. Nowadays, wherever she was from, the fashion was designed for hot summer wear and thusly revealed a lot more. She wore smoothly designed blue shorts cut higher up on her luscious thighs and a red halter top with straps so thin that he could see the sports bra beneath. His tongue dripped as he thought back to the moment he’d laid eyes on her supple form-- a helpless morsel traisping around the dangerous land with no clue of the dangers around her. A helpless morsel with a gait that swayed her jiggling derrière and clothes that left little to the imagination. And now he was feeling up inch of her frail body, sandwiching her pillowy breasts, pinching her love handles fondly, caressing her pudgy tummy, and cupping her buttocks up from behind. Needless to say, he’d won yet again…

And it was boring. 

Not entirely, mind you. He was still entertained by the before and after aspects of catching humans, it was just that there had to be something else to them. Usually his routine was to seduce them, hypnotize them, use them as his personal lollipop and toy for a few months and maybe eat them. 

Occasionally, if it was that certain season for snakes (such as today), he would...teach her the finer points of snake-mating, so to speak.

But while Manoj fully intended to rip those distracting clothes off and make wonderful love to her, he wondered if there was some other way of toying with her that he hadn't thought of before. In the past with other humans, he usually just walked them along a path of coils he’d designed himself--traditionally escorting them through loops and hills and stairs made out of his own body. But nothing else beyond the typical sleep walk that he made most hypnotized guests do.

Manoj was slowly pulled out of his thoughts when he realized he was moving his coils absentmindedly. The coils at her waist had been making her sway side to side like a pendulum.
Like a…

The cobra looked over her more fondly, coils unwrapping from her. Even if her clothes weren't exactly like that of the entertainers from the man village, it didn't mean she wouldn't look just as enticing. Her clothes were practically a bikini; this would work if he moved her the right way. Manoj finished removing the beaming young woman down to her cute little feet, before he began to hiss.

This was not any normal hiss, however. He was extended his hypnotic influence into his voice for an effect on her half as strong as his eyes. The snake pulled things from his memories to add to the hiss; spying on the man village from a tree, watching a trio of scantily clad women performing something...something he liked. If he could just remember the moves, then he could…

The young morsel gasped, likely from the soothing new sound entering her, and her eyes slid shut. Her smile dropped to something more calm and attractive, her plump lips curled on either end. The cobra blinked warily, but didn't stop the hissing that resembled the flutes of snake charmers, coaxing their snakes to move.
Then the artist began her painting.
Gently, her waist quivered. The girl’s hip jutted left before before flicking its way right. Her hips swayed side in a fluid rhythm, as if her midsection were water. Her hands smoothed their way up from her thighs, stopping at her hips to guide them into more detailed motions. He blinked in appreciation as her curves moved like a ringing bell, and he moved closer while hissing. 

Her arms traveled up the rest of the way after helping her hips, and soon she held them above her head with her hands held at delicate angles. Her waist rocked poetically forward and her smooth tummy rolled in the most pleasant waves. The entranced cobra bowed his head until he was level with her enchanting belly. It rippled in and out like the waves of the ocean, and her scrumptious navel moved with it. His hissing tongue flitted across her skin and for a moment she stopped, making him worry he’d interrupted somehow.

But, as shy as a child, she rolled her belly forward to meet his unworthy tongue. A lewd gasp parted her lips as the forked end scraped beneath her navel and she began to ripple slightly faster. He brushed his tongue up in rhythm to meet hers, and then they were both keeping up the dance. The cobra bobbed his head in time with her hip, giving a drunken smile the more he hissed and tasted the inner crevices of her belly button. A tangy sensation of sweetness and salt blended with furious spices, and he found himself drooling. This was true paradise.

Manoj closed his eyes as he hissed louder, purring into her jiggling belly and smiling at her aroused moans. She undulated her belly against his drooling maw for quite some time, but the belly dance she performed had other intentions in mind. Manoj frowned when her belly pulled away for a long time, as if it had left all together. When he pressed his snout forward to search for it, he collided with two large masses of warm flesh. He opened his eyes just the slightest.

Her bouncing, blue clad backside was pressing against his snout and jiggling from the dance. He immediately pressed deeper against her buttocks and caressed them with his facial cheek. The woman shimmer her hips fast and he was pleased to feel her plump rump move like shaken jelly; shuddering and clenching and massaging his face with its texture. Manoj liked the giggles she gave when he pressed his kissing lips to both cheeks, but he enjoyed the high pitched squeal of delight she made when his tongue traveled up the leg hole of her shorts and used the forked ends to feel between her naked buttocks. She’d be squealing louder when he got more acquainted with this spot. 

The cobra raised above the waistband of her shorts and began to kiss her moving hips, her love handles and her spine. The woman moaned and whimpered softly the higher up he traveled on her back. The affectionate kisses went up and up until he was past her shoulder blades and was nibbling softly at hr neck.

Manoj pecked beneath her jaw and floated up to playfully bite at her ear. The coil trailing from his neck and draping down her back cupped her buttocks; curled between her legs. She grunted, danced slower and smiled wider when the coil bucked into her groin softly. 

“You…” He breathed huskily into her ear. He humped her faster, more frequently. “...I think I'll keep you the longest.”

The woman hummed. “T-Thank YouuUuu...”