“Holy shit! That’s your snake?!” Gina said, her hands instinctively shooting to her tender abdomen.

Gina knew that moving in with her future baby’s daddy would have its share of challenges. She liked John more than any other man she’d ever dated and when they found out about their happy accident eight months into the relationship, they both shrugged and decided they’d try their best to make it work. True, Gina’s parents hadn’t been so understanding, but John had his own place. She could just move in with him and negotiate their space together like any married couple.

It only occurred to her that morning that she had never actually seen John’s place. Now she understood why.

“Yep. That’s Ouroboros. Ouro for short. You knew that I had a pet snake, baby.”

“I thought you meant, like, a garter snake or something, not a ten-foot-long boa!”

“Python, actually. And he’s twelve feet from head to tail. And don’t worry, Ouro’s harmless!” He reached inside the large terrarium and gently clasped the green-brown snake’s neck, hoisting its body out of the glass and draping it around his shoulders. The snake only licked the air and looked around listlessly.

“Ugh…just keep that thing in its cage while I’m around, please? It makes me nervous and getting nervous stresses the baby.”

“Ok, I’m putting him back.” John said, lowering the reptile back into his glass home. John eyed the small bump beginning to stick out from Gina’s waistline. “How is the little nugget, anyway?”

“Just fine so far. The morning sickness hasn’t been great. And I’m not looking forward to the extra belly.”

John snuck up behind her, his strong arms encircling her hips tenderly. “I think you’re going to look hot with a sweet little baby bump.”

She looked back with a coy smile. “You just can’t wait for my other little bumps to get bigger!” She said, yanking his hand up to her perky tits.

“Nothing wrong with a healthy mama!” John chuckled. The couple melted into the couch wrapping themselves in each other’s arms, their lips tracing over the hollows of their bodies.

All the while, the snake sat coiled in his glass prison and watched.

The couple found their daily rhythm soon enough. John would head off to work during the day while Gina earned her share working from home. Over the following weeks, Gina came to enjoy John’s simple living quarters, with just enough spare room for a baby. During longer breaks, Gina would start clearing away John’s old home gym to get the baby’s room ready, which also helped her reach her exercise goals as she puttered from room to room throughout the day.

Well, every room except the living room, where John had relocated Ouro’s cage. She avoided that room as much as possible.

She had to admit, she had relaxed a great deal around the exotic snake. Not quite enough to touch it, but enough to allow John his little hobbies. It would still give her the creeps, the way the snake seemed to stare at her every time she passed through the living room.

One sultry day in late April, Gina was finishing a productive morning as she ran her hand over her stomach. She was six months to the day (as far as she could guess) and her belly was filling out nicely. Joh was right. She did look hot with big, round, pregnant belly. She had strolled through the spring farmer’s market yesterday with a top that covered her boobs but let her bare stomach stick out. The furtive glances she got from some of the married men, not to mention the envious glares from their wives, was one hell of an ego boost.

Of course, she was sure her lover didn’t find her stomach so sexy when it began kicking her late at night and she urged him to make her pancakes with sour cream at three in the morning.

As she was putting away the dishes, her phone buzzed with a message from John.

“I’ll be late tonight. Real sorry to ask but could you feed Ouro? There’s a canister of dead mice in the cabinet, just toss him one, that’s it. Thanks babe!”

Gina shuddered. Interacting that that slimy thing in the cage was bad enough, now she had to throw it a dead mouse? She’d have to get John to make it up to her later. Bracing herself, she marched into the living room and found the canister in the drawer under the cage. She unscrewed the airtight lid and glanced in to see several dead white mice.

“Uhm…here you go, Ouro,” she said to herself as she shook a mouse out of the canister and into the opening of the snake cage.

She was about to close the lid, when her eye caught a flash of movement. Ouro was slithering around his cage, circling the dead mouse, bopping it with his nose and flicking the air with his tongue. He then turned his head toward Gina, almost as if to comment on his meal.

“Hey! That’s what we have for you today!” Gina chided. “Don’t eat it if you don’t want but I’m not getting you anything else!”

The snake kept its glittering eyes on Gina and then began to undulate his body. Gina had never seen the pet snake do that before. He usually just sat coiled up in a corner of his large glass box but now, it almost looked like the snake was…dancing?

Ouro reared up his head, letting his upper body wave and writhe in the air, his scales gleaming beautifully under the light of his cage. Gina was a little nervous by the strange behavior, but the more she watched the more fascinated she became. She didn’t think snakes actually danced. That was just a parlor trick by snake charmers, wasn’t it? So, what was this large, powerful snake doing swaying his body back and forth…back and forth…around and around…back and forth…

Gina didn’t take her eyes off the snake but felt her body suddenly get heavy, like a wave of lethargy washing over her. Gravity tugged at her new pregnant body, urging her to sink down, to take a load off her feet. She felt her legs fold underneath her as she sank down onto the couch, her eyes still captivated by the swaying snake.

He really was a beautiful snake. Such an interesting animal. For some reason, she found it very calming to just watch him dance.

Soothing.

Relaxing.

The snake’s long, slender torso wiggled back and forth to a slow, steady beat. It was something primal, like the beat of her own heart. Gina felt a soft smile touch her lips as she let her body copy the snake’s movements. He flicked out his tongue and bucked his head, almost encouraging Gina to let go, to enjoy his pretty dancing.

A warm fog suddenly descended on Gina. She had been working all morning, walking around with an extra passenger in her growing womb. Of course she was tired. No wonder her eyes were feeling heavy and…sleepy…

Gina’s head began to nod, her eyes fighting a losing battle to stay open. She didn’t have anything important to do for the afternoon. Why shouldn’t she enjoy a nice, restful nap? She let herself follow the motion of Ouro’s glittering scales, his sleek, muscular body, the lilting rhythm he danced to…back and forth…back and forth…side to side…soooo pretty…

Gina’s head sank into a cloud of sleep as her whole body stretched out on the couch, pillowing her head against the plush arm rest. She drifted into slumber with a gentle smile on her face, her hands gently encircling her belly, the very picture of maternal serenity.

Ouro continued his seductive dance, carefully watching the human surrender to her feelings of exhaustion. Finally, he sensed the human’s heart settle into a slow, steady rhythm, just like the sleepy rhythm of his dance. He slithered over towards the lid of his cage. The same lid that Gina forgot to close.

He crawled his way up the glass and over the plastic lid of his container, sliding out into the living room. He flicked his tongue, tasting the various flavors and scents the humans wallowed in all day. He turned his head towards the sleeping woman, his tongue reading a bouquet of hormones and subtle odors that told him she was carrying a human child in her soft, warm belly.

The massive python spiraled down the leg of the table supporting his cage and glided across the floor, his underbelly slithering against the fabric of the couch. He hoisted his long, heavy body farther up the piece of furniture until his head was coiled near Gina’s feet, her bulbous tummy sticking up like a small hill in front of him. He squirmed between her body and the couch cushions, seeking out the points of friction to coil and push his body farther along. He carefully began to wrap himself against her warm skin, letting her mammalian heat warm his blood. He coiled himself around her belly, feeling the tender heartbeat of the life inside the mommy human. His tongue flicked out to gently tickle the woman’s belly. Gina giggled softly in her sleep.

Winding his body around the helpless human, Ouro glided up the woman’s body, wedging himself between her dark, warm cleavage, spiraling gently around her neck and throat. He squeezed his coils just enough to give him purchase on the female human, but hardly enough to squeeze the breath out of her. He swayed his head above hers for a minute, watching the easy smile on her lips and she drifted through a sultry mid-afternoon dream.

With the greatest of caution, he lay his head next to the woman’s ear, letting his hissing voice and feather-light tongue caress and tickle her. The woman moaned and writhed feebly in his coils as the snake’s hisses deeply penetrated her mind.

Gina let out a breathy sigh, her eyes still glued shut as a single phrase escaped her soft lips.

“yessss…masssterrr…”

In the following month, John noticed a surprising change in Gina’s attitude towards his pet snake. She was suddenly far more willing, eager even, to handle feeding Ouro every week and also went out of her way to buy him an extra heat lamp.

“This one has a special UV light bulb that simulates sunlight. He told me he prefers something like that.”

John nearly spat out his coffee. “He TOLD you?”

Gina blinked and shook her head, her frizzy brown hair shaking from behind the red bandana tied in a neat bow.

“I mean, I get the feeling he’d prefer it,” she corrected herself.

John gave his partner a wry smile. “Well, I guess I’m glad you two are getting along. You sure that you’re feeling okay?” he asked stepping forward and running his hand over her round belly. At seven months, her abdomen was so large she could hardly see her feet anymore. “You’re not struggling with your hormones or anything, are you?"

“I’m fine, baby. I just thought it’d be good to invest in a hobby while we wait for the bun to finish cooking.”

John shrugged and let the matter drop.

“Any ideas for names yet? I was thinking Jacob if it’s a boy.”

“I like the name Krysta for a girl. Jacob, huh? I guess I’ll just have to pray for a daughter.”

John chuckled. “Not a fan of the name Jacob? We could always ask the doctor to tell us the sex if you want to settle this now.”

“What? And ruin the surprise? Not a chance! What do you think of the name Marion?”

John scowled and smacked her playfully on the butt before finishing his coffee and heading to work.

Another few weeks went by and John found himself coming home early from work one day. He picked up a bouquet of flowers to surprise Gina with and was intent on sneaking into the house without her knowing. He silently unlocked the door and held the handle to make sure it opened without creaking.

“Surprise, surprise babe!...Babe?”

Instead of finding Gina perched at the kitchen table, tapping away at her laptop like usual, John stumbled into an empty room, the dishes immaculately washed and organized and the countertops sparkling. He glanced back at the driveway. Gina’s car was still parked outside. Where could she be?

He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. He perked up his ears and thought he could make out Gina’s voice gently murmuring something from the other room. He crept down the hall and peeked into the living room, completely unprepared for the sight that awaited him.

Gina sat cross legged in front of the glass snake cage, her back to John. She had her arms extended and was letting them sway and drift in endlessly sinuous motions as she twisted and undulated her body, dancing to some unheard music. Ouro watched from his glass cage, his upper body raised up from a nest of coils.

“Yes…I serve you…yes…I obey you….yes…my body is yours…” Gina chanted as she swayed for the snake. “yes…my child… my child… is… yours…”

John couldn’t fathom what he was seeing. He had to put a stop to it.

“Gina?” He called, hesitantly. “What’s going on, honey?”

With a jolt, Gina sat up straight and turned to John, looking almost as shocked as he did.

“Oh, babe! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“What were you doing exactly? Were you just talking to my snake?”

“Uhm…I was just trying a little meditation practice…for the new dance class I’m taking.”

“Dance class?” John exclaimed, furrowing his brow. “What kind of dance class?”

Gina rose to her feet, smiling as she saw John’s eyes immediately fall to her full, milk-stuffed tits resting over her round baby bulge.

John drank in the sight of the sexy pregnant woman in front of him. She was undeniably magnetic!

“Oh, I signed up for a little belly dance class. Just to keep myself in shape, help my stress levels as the big day gets closer.”

“Belly dancing, huh?” John said, not biting. “Kinda random, isn’t it?”

“Oh, it’s just for fun and to do something just a little sexy.” She looked at John with a strange light in her eyes. She raised her arms up, sensually, letting her bare bust shake and jiggle. “Can’t you imagine how cute I’d look in a fancy harem girl’s outfit? My big pregnant belly swaying over my hips? My boobs jingling with bells and sequins?”

She twerked her hips, sending her upper torso bouncing in all directions. John’s eyes drank in the luscious sight as all his energy drained into his balls. He watched Gina’s full, jiggling rack until his cock was an iron bar pressing painfully against his slacks. What were they even talking about anymore?

“Y’know, I can think of some other, more fun, ways to relieve some stress,” Gina whispered as she pressed her topless body into John. “How about we relax in the bedroom together?”

John’s face lit up as he followed his lover’s swinging ass up the stairs, the strange mantras and her erratic behavior completely overshadowed.

John had always been under the impression that sex was never an option after a certain point in pregnancy. He even joked about it when the couple first decided to move in together.

“I wouldn’t want to poke dents in our baby’s head,” he said, borrowing the line from Drew Barrymore in the movie Home Fries.

After the couple’s initial pregnancy and childcare education class however, they both discovered that this was a myth. Sex was perfectly safe and even encouraged, as long as the couple avoided putting pressure on mommy’s abdomen. The one note of warning was to be careful as they got closer to the due date as the rush of endorphins could potentially induce early labor.

Gina wasn’t due until June 6 and with another six weeks to go until D-day (as John called it), the couple didn’t think twice as John railed his sexy baby mama doggy style, watching Gina’s full tits swing in the closet mirror next to the bed. For some reason or another, Gina had become ravenous in the bedroom, fucking her man into a complete stupor nearly every night. John certainly wasn’t complaining, but the sheer urgency of Gina’s libido astounded him.

He never though anything of it, except for one night in May when, after letting Gina ride him reverse cowboy style, he felt her weight roll over and slip off the bed, apparently believing he had fallen asleep. He listened to her plod downstairs, slowly and steadily before his curiosity got the better of him and he crept after her.

The house was completely dark, but John didn’t dare turn on the light on his phone. Whatever Gina was up to, she obviously didn’t need light for it, and he didn’t want to give himself away. He poked his head into the living room, trying to pierce through the gloomy shadows.

He thought he could barely make out Gina’s silhouette laying flat on the floor, her belly practically glowing. She seemed completely unconscious, breathing with a deep steady rhythm and just the ghost of a smile on her lips. Then, John’s blood curled as he noticed the long, slender form of his python worming its way across the room.

How did he get out of his cage? The latch should have been closed.

Mystified, he watched as Ouro curled his way over Gina, coiling around her protruding stomach, wrapping around her full breasts. John could hardly believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t until the python looped a coil around Gina’s neck that he began to worry he’d have to step in before his love became snake food.

Before he could take the initiative, the snake dropped its head low and began to flick his tongue inside Gina’s ear. To his shock, Gina moaned and giggled sleepily, as if the snake was tickling her…or maybe pleasuring her.

Gina’s body began to squirm within the snake’s coils

“yesss….massster…I serve you, master…my body belongs to you…my child will be yours…I will give you all that you ask…I serve only you, master…”

John listened, frozen in shock and completely unsure of how to handle the situation. Finally, he panicked and clicked on the light. Ouro yanked his head up and stared at John.

Maybe he imagined it, but John could swear that his snake hissed menacingly at him.

John walked over and pulled the python off Gina who moaned and picked herself off the floor groggily. John stuffed his python back into the cage and made sure the latch was shut tight before turning and helping Gina to her feet.

‘Wha-what happened?” Gina mumbled sleepily.

“Never mind, I’ll tell you in the morning,” said John as he steered her back to bed.

“How are you feeling, baby?” asked John the next morning over breakfast. He poured Gina a tall glass of orange juice and glanced at the calendar on his phone. It was the first of June and technically the baby could come any day now.

“I’m good!” Gina said, digging into a fruit parfait with yoghurt and granola. “I’ve been having some crazy dreams recently. Must be the little nugget.”

“Oh, yeah? What about?” John asked with interest.

Gina paused, trying to think and then let her face go blank, her mouth hanging open as she vainly tried to marshal her thoughts.

“I…uh…I…don’t…remember…” she said, vacuously. “But there were really wild, just trust me.”

“Riiiight…” John said, pretending to take a sip of coffee. He inhaled deeply. “So, I’ve been thinking.”

Gina turned her green eyes to him.

“I think it’s for the best if we found another home for Ouro. We can free up some space in the living room and …I think the whole thing would be…well…safer for everyone.”

“Safer?” Gina asked, her face wide with concern. “What do you mean?”

“Well, come on, Gina!” John said. “I mean, you were never a big fan of him to begin with.”

“No, but now…now I think he’s really…sweet…” Gina said with the same vapid tone as before.

“I like him too, obviously, but seriously Gina, we have to be practical. I’ve caught him out of his cage a few times now. So, what happens when the little nugget there is crawling around and Ouro decides its time for a snack?”

Gina recoiled at the thought. “He would never do that!”

“He’s not a puppy or a cat, babe. He’s a cold-blooded killer. Literally. I mean, please! For the sake of our baby!”

Gina stared out the window, a look of discern on her face. “Well…let’s just think about it for a few days, alright?”

“I’m going to ask my friend if he knows anyone who may want to buy him from us,” John said with finality. “But he can’t stay here.”

The couple left their conversation at that and John went off to work, far from relieved. He sorely wanted to believe that his wife’s strange behavior, the vacant look in her eye, her sleepwalking and mantras of worship to his snake were all a product of his imagination, or maybe a part of pregnancy they never teach you in Lamaze, but he couldn’t deny what he saw. Something strange was happening and he had to take care of it before it got out of control.

John made some inquiries and found one of his co-workers that said they may be interested in adopting a snake. John conveniently failed to mention exactly how large it was. They could find out later.

It was just getting dark as he arrived back at his house, wondering about the best way to break the news to Gina.

As soon as he stepped inside, he could tell Gina was up to something. The smell of sandalwood hung thick in the air and the only light in the house was the soft, flickering glow of candles.

“Gina?” John called out.

“In the living room! Come on in!” Gina’s voice drifted from down the hall. John cautiously crept to the living room, peeking around the corner. His jaw dropped when he saw his living room covered in small, brightly lit candles, basking the room in a warm amber glow. Gina stood in the center of the room, her back turned towards John, her body clad in a near see-through, pastel purple dancing girl’s outfit. Her long legs were wrapped in the slinky material while her torso only held one small scrap of fabric pulled across her chest, barely containing her expansive bust. A stylish head dress and veil completed the outfit.

“Babe! What’s all this?!” John said, hardly able to hide his growing excitement.

“Shhh…just sit down, honey. I want to show you some of the dance moves I’ve been learning.”

John sat down, clearly in no position to refuse and let his eyes feast on the divine shape of his pregnant girlfriend.

Gina smiled seductively at him and pressed a button on her phone. Soft, lilting music began to pour out of the living room speakers. Gina started by raising her arms above her head, letting her fingers and wrists curl in gentle circles. The undulations made their way down her neck and spine as Gina began to slowly dance, her hips rolling in smooth, sensual circles.

John’s mouth opened in a wide, lusty smile as he followed Gina’s body back and forth, around and around, marveling as she shimmied her chest in time with the music, the golden bells hanging off her top tinkling softly. He watched her large, round belly sway in the gentle candlelight, her silky skin glistening with the smallest amount of sweat. John felt his breath speed up as something began to wake up between his legs.

Then, his eye drifted past her and he noticed for the first time the empty snake cage on the ledge behind her.

“Hey, babe? What happened to –”

Before he could finish his question. Gina let her arms slip behind her back and untied her top. She shook her chest until the gaudy fabric came loose, freeing her huge, milky tits.

“Shhh…just watch…just listen…don’t you like my tits?”

She leaned forward and grabbed her full boobs in her hands, kneading and massaging her massive titties and squeezing her nipples. John gaped as he clearly saw several pearly white beads of liquid start to ooze out of her hard nipples, dribbling down the steep curve of her breasts.

“Uhh…I….oh, wow!” John babbled. His senses were completely assaulted, the incredible sight of Gina lactating almost sending him over the edge. The scent of the fresh milk hit him like a narcotic and activated a primal part of his male brain turning him docile and obedient for his fertile goddess. As he stared, tantalized by the snowy beads dripping down Gina’s chest, he became aware of a strange pressure holding his feet and ankles. He blinked and went to glance down.

Gina hooked two fingers under his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. She smiled and waved her head side to side, her eyes gleaming with power.

“Keep your eyes on me…eyes only on me…I’m so important to you, John…so very important… you can’t keep your eyes on anything but me…just keep watching my eyessss…”

Her eyes were glowing, reflecting the flickering candlelight at John. His gaze was pulled along with hers as she kept swaying back and forth…

Something was wrapping around his thighs and waist now, but he wasn’t concerned. He wasn’t worried about anything in the world except watching the beautiful woman in front of him, teasing him with her smiles, her eyes guiding his attention. She raised her arms up and wobbled her chest, her breasts and belly swinging in front of his face.

His arms were immobile, stuck to his sides and he felt a heavy weight gliding over his shoulders, pushing him down into the chair, so heavy, so woozy…

By the time he realized that he had just sat there, stupefied, while Ouro had slowly trapped him in a cocoon of scaly coils, he was too transfixed by Gina’s sultry dance to care. The serpent squeezed his owner just enough to immobilize him but stopped short of suffocating him.

“There you go, John,” Gina cooed, her voice coming from a faraway place in her head. “All wrapped up now…helpless…wrapped up in his power…just like me…you will serve…just like me… You will surrender your body…you will surrender your mind…just like me…”

John feebly tried to battle his way out of the strong coils holding him tight, but the snake was too strong and Gina’s voice was too mesmerizing for him to muster the will power to resist. He tried to push back, to wriggle free, only to give up and sink further under the spell Gina was casting over him. She sinuously drifted over to him, her eyes wavering to Ouro who swayed his head as Gina mindlessly copied the motion. She dangled her full breasts in John’s face, her leaky nipples inches from his lips.

“We will obey him, John…we will obey our master…anything he wants, we must give him… and the thing he wants most John, is our baby…” she murmured in her trance.

“Wha-wait!” John protested. Ouro tightened his coils “We…we can’t…ugh…give him …our….baby…oomph!”

John stopped talking as Gina pulled him by the back of his head to her breasts. He nuzzled her soft bosom before his lips found her nipple and he began sucking on instinct. Warm, intoxicating cream filled his mouth as he suckled Gina’s milk, his mind reeling. She softly caressed his head as Ouro kept him locked in place, helplessly nursing from his pregnant lover.

“We must give him our baby, John…He will make her powerful…he will make her irresistible… she will rule and bring wealth and power to our family… to his family…”

John felt like his body was on fire, his mind powerless to resist Gina’s coaxing words, her delicious milk, the firm grip of the serpent coiled around him.

How did she know the baby would be a girl?

Gina ran her fingers through John’s hair and switched him to her other nipple, the stimulation on her tits making her flush with arousal. She swayed John’s body back and forth in time with hers, lulling her man further and further into submission.

“We must serve him…” she chanted. “We must give him everything he asks…it feel so wonderful to serve our master, John…”

Her hand reached down to John’s crotch, deftly undoing his fly and taking out his big prick. She squeezed her fingers around his shaft, slowly, delivering a steady pulse that matched the lilting beat of the music. John was lost in a sea of pleasure.

“Serve him, John…and I will make it feel so good…every night…we will worship our master…we will dedicate our bodies, our pleasure…to our master…giver yourself to me….give yourself to our master…”

“I…uh….I…” John felt like the words were being drawn out of him. He couldn’t have dreamt of resisting. “I….will serve…our master…”

He felt something click inside his brain. He loved to serve his master.

“I love to serve my master…I will obey…my master…I will give everything I own…to my master…”

“You will give our child to our master…” Gina commanded, her eyes shining with ancient power as she gripped his cock with both hands, twisting and stroking him, smearing his precum along his full length.

“I…I will give our child…to master!” John said, his mind completely subdued.

Gina smiled and stopped her ministrations. She stepped back and held John by the shoulder, her arm completely outstretched. Ouro spiraled up John’s chest and slithered his way across Gina’s arm, coiling himself around her shoulders and waist, his muscular body supporting her round belly. Gina sighed and smiled in blissful rapture. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she continued to dance and sway, all for the entertainment of her lover and her serpentine master. John watched, his eyes blank and empty and his hand absently stroking his cock. He swayed along with Gina as the snake kept the couple firmly under his spell.

Finally, Gina sighed as Ouro held her gaze in his. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees and turned to present her hips and pussy to John. Ouro slid away from Gina’s waist and brought the upper half of his body to the floor in front of the couple and continued to writhe and dance in front of them. John felt a force stronger than gravity pull him to Gina’s backside, his hard cock reaching for her wet slit.

Just as the head of his cock kissed the entrance to Gina’s pussy, Ouro slid his tail behind John’s lower back and pulled him into Gina, his cock sliding into her. That initial push was all that John needed and he began to pump and thrust himself into Gina’s curvy backside, his mind taken over by the rhythm of their lovemaking. The couple moaned and cried out as they rode towers of ecstasy up and down together, always under the watchful gaze of the serpent. An unworldly euphoria overtook the couple, and they abandoned themselves to their master’s will, their pleasure an act of devotion to their new god.

“We serve the master…we obey the master…everything we own belongs to our master…” they chanted mindlessly with each wonderful thrust. Ouro continued to stare at them, his unblinking eyes shining with animalistic power, ensnaring his followers with his gaze. John felt his master urge him to go faster and faster as he felt Gina’s pussy tighten around him, her skin turning red hot in her arousal. They yelled out together

“Everything for our master!…Everything for our master!... Everything for our master! AHHH!!”

John’s prick erupted in jets of cum, hosing down the inside of Gina’s vagina, soaking into her soft cervix. The two lovers came together, their world a vortex of ecstasy and pleasure as they felt their wills and minds dissolve, leaving them nothing more than empty vessels, docile puppets to serve their powerful, irresistible master.

At last, Ouro settled down and curled his body into a neat coil as the couple disengaged from each other and fell back onto the couch, entwining themselves in each other’s arms as the afterglow of sex lulled them into a deep, dark sleep. They floated there, high on endorphins from their lovemaking, offered as a gift to their glorious master. Their bodies and minds were now nothing more than pawns for the great serpent.

The couple drifted in and out of sleep for a while, until Gina suddenly sat up, her hands feeling her heavy, round belly. She bit her lip and exhaled slowly, ancient instincts telling her exactly what was happening.

“John? John!” she cried, smacking her lover in the arm. She looked into his eyes, her face flashing with urgency.

“We need to go! The baby’s coming!”

John and Gina’s daughter was born early the next morning. The hospital staff who attended her were astounded at how calm Gina was, especially for a first time mother. They remarked how she must have had an excellent pregnancy coach. It was almost as if she had spent the whole birth in a deep, meditative trance, facilitating an easy delivery. The couple gazed adoringly at the small baby wriggling in Gina’s arms, her small lips seeking out her mother’s nipple. On her birth report, the doctor noted the baby’s exceptional good health and demeanor. They were discharged from the hospital within the day.

The couple came home, their baby sleeping soundly in her carrier seat. As soon as the family walked through the door, a veil fell over the minds of the proud parents and they silently walked into the living room with their baby, stripping away their clothes as they went.

Their master was waiting for them coiled on top of his cage that was now left permanently unlatched. The mighty snake picked up his head as Gina obediently stepped forward holding her newborn baby out to him. She placed her daughter in the snake’s coils and then dropped to her knees alongside John. The two adults folded their bodies in a worshipful bow before their master as the snake looked over the new infant. She cooed and giggled softly as the snake’s tongue tickled her cheek, her curious hands feeling the serpent’s smooth scales.

At last, John broke the silence.

“What shall we call her, master?” he droned through the mist in his mind.

The snake swiveled his head back and forth, as if weighing the options. At last, it was the small child, who turned to stare at her biological parents, her small eyes burning into their souls.

“Angitia,” Gina said, the name popping into her head clear as day. “Her name is Angitia.”

Ouro undulated his head approvingly and then reached out his long tail to gently tap Gina on the forehead. Gina’s eyes rolled back and her posture slumped slightly. She raised her arms and took back her baby, bringing her to her breast.

The young baby suckled happily as Gina drifted into a deep sleep, completely at peace to have her master’s new priestess nursing at her breast.