Monica was lost. Totally and completely. It wasn’t her fault though, really! How was she supposed to stop that goddamn bird from stealing her map! Right out of her hands. Honestly. Maybe trying to catch the bird wasn’t the best course of action, but Monica panicked, like any reasonable person would in that situation. Now, off the trail and with dusk approaching, Monica had no choice but to set up camp. Somewhere in this ridiculously dense jungle. With next to no gear. Should be simple enough. 

The vines here hung low and Monica had to pick them up or climb over them to make any progress forward. There was an entire mass in front of her, but she was small, so she was able to wriggle through. She ended up backwards when she finally exited the other side, yanking her leg out with too much force, throwing her onto her back. The ground here was soft—leafy. Oh, shit… this was a nest. For sure. Monica had to get out of here before—

Her entire body was bound, completely engulfed in a huge snake’s coils. “Shit!” Monica squirmed, trying to kick, elbow, anything. Nothing worked. This was it—this was how she was going to die. A low hisssss came from the shadows. Monica started squirming again. “Shit, fuck! Augh—I taste terrible!” 

The hissing stopped. “Oh? What makes you ssssay that?” 

What the— “Who’s there?! Help, please!” 

Emerging into the clearing a woman—floated? No… slithered. She slithered into view. Monica’s jaw dropped. It was just a woman’s torso—the lower half of her body was a massive snake—the same snake that had her trapped in its coils. Her face was not quite human—fangs dropped from her mouth, and her nose was flat. And her eyes were… her eyes were…

The snake-woman drew closer. “Is it sssafety you sssseek, human?” Her eyes were rings of colours, drawing in and in and in endlessly. “You are perfectly sssafe here.” 

“I am perfectly safe here…”

Her eyes kept going and going and going. “You are relaxed and sssleepy…” 

“I am relaxed and sleepy…” Monica started to blink heavily, a hazy relaxation coursing through her. Her head started to droop forward, and she was trapped in snake’s coils and— she jolted up— “What— What is this—” 

The snake-woman drew closer, their eyes level. Her eyes… spinning… shrinking… endless… “Go to sssleep…” Monica’s vision grew fuzzy, the colours of the woman’s eyes blurring together, filling her mind. She yawned, her body going lax. She smiled as she breathed deep, staring into the pretty colours. “Just clossse your eyesss and relax. I’ll take care of you…” 

Monica’s eyes dropped closed, and the snake bit her neck. Sharp pain woke Monica right up, her eyes flying back open. “Shit—Stop doing that—hhahh—” Arousal burned through her, her muscles relaxing. “What did you do…?” Her tongue was heavy in her mouth, her mind tingling. 

“You sssaid you didn’t taste good. I always find humans taste bessst after coitus. My toxinsss help with that.” Shit. Well, at least she’d have a good time before she died. The coils around her started shifting, loosening. Her limbs were all numb and tingly, and her brain was slow… getting slower… Her cunt clenched around nothing. She slid down the snake-woman’s body, her legs hanging over the sides. She was cradled, being rocked gently. The woman’s face appeared above her again. She stared into her pretty eyes and her relaxed arousal doubled. She moaned when the woman cupped her hand on Monica’s crotch. “Pesssky humans and their polyester…” The woman stripped her, piece by piece. Monica drifted, her mind and body swimming with pleasure. The scales were soothing on her back. The woman’s hand was back on her cunt. It felt so good… so, so good… “Sssink…” Her colourful eyes were the only thing Monica could see. The only thing she wanted to see. She moaned as the woman sank her fingers into her hole, stretching her, filling her nice and deep. Monica floated in pleasure, heat building. The woman removed her fingers, and Monica felt something else nudging against her, something bigger. “That’sss right,” the woman said. Monica was filled and stretched and she exploded with pleasure. “Feels ssso good to sink… Pleasure makes you sssleepy…” 

“Pleasure—makes me—” Monica yawned, as her body jolted from being fucked— “sleepy…”

The spinning colours blurred as Monica’s eyelids grew heavy, and as the heat built steady and comfortably and perfectly. “Now come.” 

Monica moaned out as her orgasm consumed her. There was only bliss. Pleasure. Calm. Safety. Sleep…