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Perverted Monks One (M/snake)
by H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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Greetings from the Shadows, dear reader!! Here is another humble
submission from what passes as my mind.
All standard disclaimers apply: if you are not 18 or live in a
community where adult material is offensive, do not read this Feel
free to archive my stories, so long as all due credit is given to the
author... and no profit is made by my work.
This is the first in a set which is based upon my love for kung-fu
action theater type movies. As there are different styles, I will be
experimenting with different approaches to these works. All comments
can be directed to dez187lm@hotmail.com, and I will reply to all whom
spare me a moment of their time. Hope you enjoy!!
Perverted Monks: Snake Style By: H.D. Meister
Lamonte stirred the soup, going over the ingredients yet again. He
had been working in the college cafeteria for close to two months, and
had gained a reputation for being a silent worker. Every now and
again, he spoke to one co-worker or another, but that was more show
than actual friendship.
He left the giant pot and walked towards one of the shops where the
students purchased the wide variety offered. He took in the scene
with one glance, assured himself that all of the shops were adequately
stocked, then turned his attention to Jackie.
She was cute, by his standards at least. She was somewhat overweight
and spoke with a rather cute tone. He felt the surge within him, and
quickly made his way to the kitchen. He worked until 1500 then
clocked out. it was Friday, and he was off... a very rare thing for
him. He had grown accustomed to working during the weekends.
"Hey Lamonte!"
He didn't need to trun around to know Jackie had spoken.. He closed
his eyes, centered himself, then turned to speak, his face a fantastic
mimic of a weary worker.
"What's new, Jackie?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing. What 'cha doin' this weekend"
"Coolin' out."
"Alone again? You know... you should get out and find some nice girl
to spend the weekend with."
"Don't think that animal exists, Jackie. Few women like nerds on
their arms during the weekend." Instincts kicked in. He saw doubt
flash across her face. Perhaps... He struck.
"Well... i have a computer which needs a nerd's touch. Drop by around
six."
"I'll do that," he laughed. He watched her turn around. Three hours;
just enough time.
He practiced hard, blocking out the evil chill of the impending
Virginia winter. Jackie. A reason to see her... and knowledge that
her roommate was going home for the weekend. It was the perfect
chance to know pleasure within Jackie's love. It was the perfect
setup... With one final strike, he let the thoughts flow from his
mind, then entered the bathroom and showered.
Before knocking on her door, he let his eyes slither over every
shadow. He memorized his escape route, and listened for the sounds of
parties getting setup. With a nod, he knocked, and prepared to do
battle.
"Great! Please help me. This thing is going to drive me up the
wall!"
"I'll see what I can do, Jackie. Where's the computer?"
"My room. COme on."
He followed, his eyes once more slithering over her apartment. He
catalogued every shadow... every obstacle... everything which could be
used as a weapon. He noted the position of the phone, the television,
and the couch. Sitting down in front of her computer, Lamonte focused
his mind on the task before him. There would be time enough to note
the layout of her room.
"There. That will take care of the problem."
"Lamonte you are a wiz!"
"That's what happens when all one does is sit in front of a computer
most of the day." His eyes began to take stock of her room. it was
neat. Overly neat. He sniffed the air, covering his actions with the
lie of wiping a runny nose. Soft perfume hung in the air. Her skin
was freshly washed and scented like a rose bush.
"Now that you're here, mind if I ask why you chose to stay alone?"
"You can ask, but I'll doubt you'll understand."
She waited. He inhaled, controling the hiss as much as possible. The
strike must be true, he reminded himself. He looked into her eyes.
Within seconds, she was his.
"I tend to be somewhat... evil... where sex is concerned. I really am
a nice guy, although I'll deny that in a court of law." He smiled as
she laughed. She was his.
"I like sex, not fucking. I treat women with the respect that they
deserve. All that matters to me is their pleasure. And I am never
satisfied with my performance. Never."
Lamonte opened his grip on her soul, letting her decide fully. He
knew what the outcome would be. Serpents always knew what their
poison dould do, no matter that men thought them unintelligent. He
watched the questions flow across her eyes. When he saw one in
particular, he tightened his grip and continued.
"Besides... I like women who don't fit the model mold. Within
limits... I like women with some size to them. There is more to
please, in my opinion." The glint in her eyes told him what he needed
to know. The venom was working well. He sniffed the air, filtering
out everything but her own scent. He could smell the fragrant stench
of the venom as it flowed thick within her veins.
He watched as she rose, impressed with her will. She did not know the
source of the burning within her, but she knew what would quench it.
Lamonte let his face fall, draining itself of all emotions. She was
his this night. He struck again.
"And... she must be a friend first. Nothing else will do. I'm not
like the bums slithering through the bars looking for a quick fuck. I
want the woman I have sex with to know that I care about her feelings
and desires. Ohterwise... it's just not worth it. To her or me."
"Do I fit your requirements?" Jackie asked. Her breath smelled
sweetly sick, thick with his venom. She was his. He let his eyes
snake their way over her body. He smiled warmly, speeding the venom
as it made its way through her.
She straddled him, and he placed his hands on her thighs. He licked
his lips, then inched his way forwards. He kissed her, and she
wilted, That which was hers was no longer. Now he owned her, and
would use her as he saw fit. That she would get pleasure was good...
but not entirely necessary.
He left her lips and trailed his tongue over her neck. He heard her
breathing, short gasping attepmts to fill her lungs with pure air. He
enjoyed her struggle; the venom within her had spilled into the air.
His hands pushed gently at her thighs, and she rose. Yet he continued
to lick her neck. He stopped just long enough to begin removing her
clothing.
The shirt came off with ease, and he set about sucking the venom
gently from the sweat which glazed her body. He felt her hands pull
spasmodically at his shrit. Instinct itched at his spine and he
wiggled just enough to aid her attempts. Free of that restraint, he
now moved to remove her pants. When they fell, he felt his fangs
itch. His eyes narrowed as he examined each thread of her white
panties. He could smell the taint of others before him. None were
masters of their craft. Now for the final strike: the touch of
Death.
"I want all of you, Jackie. All of you." He let his fingers slide
over her plump rear, fighting the urge to hiss. She was his. Yet...
would she find the will to resist? Many did. He looked up, dragging
his nose against the crotch of her panties. His toungue flicked out.
Then he slid his hands under her panties. The middle finger of one
hand slithers along her rear crack, searching for that darkest of
corners of a woman's center. It found the entrance, and slid inside.
He knew what he was asking. He knew the power of the venom. What he
did not know was the strength of her will.
When he looked into her eyes, he knew. She was strong... yet she
trusted him. The venom had worked well. He would know the depts of
both tunnels. He smiled, then fastened his mouth to her love. The
taste of her nectar as it flowed empowered him. She was truly his.
He heard her bellow with pleasure... and surprise. The others were
not masters of their craft.
He rose and shed the last of his skin. As she looked at his strength,
he removed her bra. He was impressed; they looked even better than
he had dreamt. He suckled on one nipple and found it tasted of the
sweetest candied treat. He lowered her to the floor, removing her
panties as he did. One hand was all that was necessary for the other
sought out the skin he would shield himself with. That venom was not
to taste of her.
He entered her, basking in her warmth. She expected speed; he gave
her stealth. He struggled to keep the mask on his face, just as she
struggled to look into his eyes. The venom was working quickly. Too
quickly. The number three flashed across his face, and he noted it.
Each stroke was aimed to bring her total pleasure... and spike the
venom within her. The others were not masters. Without leaving her,
he rolled over, pulling her with him. The surprise in her eyes and
gasp pleased him. They were not even aspiring students.
She tried to fall slowly upon his manhood; he slammed her on it.
That which she wanted was irrelevant; she was his. One hand ordered
two fingers to find solace within her rear entrance, and they obeyed.
When they had done so, she felt the venom spike within her, running up
her spine. He saw her open her mouth to scream, yet heard nothing
save her gasps. With pleasure? No matter. He felt her tighten her
grip on him. One.
He pulled her off of him. She was beginning to recover. He dragged
her up his body, covering his chest with her nectar. There were no
panties in his way now, and he fastened his lips to her clit.
"God! Lamonte! I...."
The others were fading. Soon, they would be forgotten dreams
remembered only in the twilight of morning dreams. His tongue entered
her love and coated itself with her passion. He could taste her; the
venom ran thick within her. She spun her, never removing his face
from the warm embrace of her quivering thighs. He had giver a
command, and she obeyed. She removed his plastic skin, and nursed on
his strength. He knew he would not spray his venom into her mouth;
no woman possessed the power to make him.
She was close. He paused, wondering should he. Mercy. He would show
her mercy. With two fingers within her rear, he increased his
sucking, draining her of her wine. She lifted her mouth and tried in
vain to draw a breath of pure air. Her body shook violently, and he
heard her try to scream her pleasure. Two.
Then he slithered about her, molding her body to his until he was
behind her as she lay on her side. He knew what he wanted, and had
his own twisted reasonings behind it. He watched her body react to
the venom, and wondered at the pleasures she was swimming in at
present. What would she say about him when she spoke of lust with her
female friends? Would she speak kindly... or would she simply frown
and growl at his attempts to give her pleasure.
That she was not a virgin was not a consideration; all he wanted was
to teach her that he was more than he appeared. He was the king robed
in coral. The pretender who was not pretending: that was Lamonte.
He dragged the head of his strength along the path to the entrance he
sought. He wanted to hear her ask... beg... for him to fill her.
"Lamonte... don't tease me.... Please..."
A sweet sound... like soft silent shushes of winter winds through
changing leaves. He fulfilled her request, and filled her rear with
his manhood. Then... he enjoyed.
He would have been considered a degenerate by anyone's constraints,
but that did not bother him. All that he wanted was the bliss and
glow of a woman fully within the grasp of pleasure.
She moaned, and he feasted upon her pleasure. Perhaps another sought
entrance here... but he had done what they had not been capable of
doing. He had not only found entrance, but had brought pleasure to
Jackie in a manner which others could only chuckle about while in the
company of others who claimed to be men.
Then came the challenge. HE was fast approaching his own release, and
wondered where she would like him to find this release. Within her
nether entrance? He knew not where, but knew that he would find
release... of a sort. Laying behind her, he leaned forward and
wispered in her ear.
"Where, Jackie? You know I cannot last forever. Where?"
"I... don't care... Lamonte. You are..."
He never let her finish. If she said she loved him, it would mean
nothing. And yet... it would. He did not wish to burden her with one
such as he; he knew full well what he was destined to do, and did not
want her to taste the pain which would soon torment him until he
passed from the Earth... and beyond.
He was his, and he let her go.. Lamonte let her feel the passion that
flowed through his dreams as he filled her with his manhood. he felt
the clarion call of his orgasm, and denied it... favoring seeing her
slip into the comfortable darkness of her last orgasm.
Then he felt the venom take hold of him. He knew that it would, and
did not fight its power. One. Two. Three. Each signaled his
impending orgasm. Each spoke of the power of his lust... his caring.
With the last thougt inside of his mind, he filled her love with
three fingers as the other two pulled on the guardian of her love. He
locked his eyes open, and focused them upon her own eyes. Turned as
she was, he saw the light of realization flicker and die. She now
knew the fulfillment of many nights alone. She could now remember,
and smile. A hand... hers... grabbed his thigh and crushed the flesh
in a death grip. He saw her eyes try to remain open. He knew that
she would remember fondly this night.
He left her apartment, drained of venom. The cold night greeted him,
bleeding the warmth from his body. When he had returned to his lair,
he sought out his bed, and curled himself into a ball. He could
smell the scent of her venom laced flesh. Outside, he smiled.
Somewhere within him, a face shed one tear....
And a serpent rested... for now.