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She smelled his fear long before she actually saw him. A young man, practically a boy, was slowly moving towards her as his hands blindly traced the cave wall next to him. As she examined the expression on his face it became clear to her that his dull human senses rendered him completely unable to detect her amidst the gloom. Cocking her head inquisitively, she found herself wondering why a single unarmed boy had ventured into her cave. The villagers nearby knew where she lived, but the few times they had visited, it had always been as a group carrying torches and makeshift weapons with the intent of driving her from her home.
They had discovered, however, that she could not be so easily evicted as she would instead claim one of their numbers to sate her hunger. It seemed a fitting price for their rudeness and lack of neighborly hospitality. In truth, she did not expect any human to extend any type of hospitality towards her as she was a nure-onna, a Japanese demon with the body of a snake and the upper torso of a woman. With the exception of her pouty lips, her human features were usually obscured behind a curtain of long black hair. This included her nipples. Her breasts, on the other hand, were too large to conceal entirely, something that had often served to distract would-be attackers. True to the direct translation of her species name as wet woman, her hair always remained perpetually damp as if she had just stepped out of the shower - or crawled as it were, her kind having no limbs to speak of with the exception of their serpentine tails.
The boy was getting closer now, his hands still fumbling blindly in the darkness. To prevent him from stumbling into her, she decided to let him know that she was there by clearing her throat. Unsurprisingly, the smell of fear from the boy intensified greatly as he jerked back and looked as if he was about to run. Something made him stay, though, and a few moments passed as he seemed to frantically consider his options. Finally, he called out to the dark, his voice trembling with fear.
The demon cocked her head to the side. What was he even doing here? She briefly thought about devouring the boy to just be done with him but immediately found that the idea was distasteful to her. Every man she had ever consumed had attacked her first, forcing her to defend herself, and it seemed wrong to subject the boy to such a grisly fate without any provocation. In the end her curiosity won out and she decided to speak, asking him why he had stumbled into her abode. Again the smell of fear spiked but this time the boy remained still. She noticed a look of surprise on his face. If the villagers had spoken of her, they would likely not have given him reason to expect a creature capable of even the most basic conversation, the fools never having attempted to talk to her, themselves.
Albeit still afraid for his life, the boy managed to stammer out an explanation for why he had been forced to venture into her cave. Like so many times before, the villagers had discussed how to deal with the neighboring demon and concluded that if they were unable to drive it away, maybe they might be able to appease it by offering up a sacrifice and thus ensure that it did not claim any more of their own numbers. Having arrived recently in the village as an orphan from a village overrun by bandits, the boy had been the perfect candidate to send into the cave of the man-eating demon for the greater good. That was also the reason why he had not instantly fled, the villagers having told him that they would be watching the entrance of the cave and punish him if he came back out again instead of sacrificing himself.
She allowed herself a frown at the stupidity of the villagers. How in the world had they ever come to the conclusion that she demanded human sacrifices to leave them alone? She had never once sought them out, every bothersome interaction having been the result of them seeking her out without an invitation. Besides, there was plenty of wildlife for her to eat so it was not even a necessity for her to feed on them. Such fools. Looking up from her thoughts, she noticed the boy was still trembling. Much to her own surprise, seeing the boy looking so frightened caused a completely new feeling to arise in the demon. Was she feeling sorry for this human?
All the humans she had ever encountered had considered her to be nothing more than a demon that lived to prey on men. In some capacity she had, too, but now this boy was making her question what had up until now been a basic truth of her existence. She felt none of the expected malice towards him, the kind that she always felt against the other humans from the village when they rudely imposed on her solitude. In fact, she was surprised to find herself actually sympathizing with his situation. In a strange way, both of them having been ostracized by the village made them kindred spirits of sorts. She let out a giggle, the notion of a man-eating demon and an orphaned human boy being kindred spirits seeming delightfully absurd to her.
Her very human laughter apparently made the boy relax a little, the sound perhaps perhaps cementing the fact that she so far had proved to be much less of a monster than the villagers had lead him to believe. The demon frowned as she looked at him, wondering what to do with him. He did not deserve to be eaten, nor did he deserve to be sent away for the villagers to do god-knows-what to him as punishment for not being eaten. The answer was obvious although she was unsure if it would work out: He would have to stay with her, at least for a little while. After hearing her suggestion the boy looked dejected but seemed to accept his fate. Eventually the villagers outside got tired of hanging around and went home, probably high-fiving like idiots as they congratulated themselves on a well-delivered human sacrifice. The demon had expected the boy to run off at this point but he lingered, probably realizing that running around by one self after nightfall was a less than stellar idea.
As evening gave way to night, the time for sleep came. While her cave was nice and dry, it was only modestly furnished with a handful of tatami mats that she had managed to steal from a traveling merchant. Sensing that the boy was still a little wary of her, the demon made sure that he got his own mat. The following morning she was surprised to see that he had not run off yet, just as the boy was probably also surprised at not having been eaten yet. After catching their dinner in the nearby forest the demon made a point out of eating it in front of him, just so he could see that she was not gathering appetite to gobble him up. In turn her guest showed her how having hands made it possible to actually cook one's food beforehand. She had seen it done before, of course, but had never actually tasted it. To her surprise she found that she loved his cooking, her enthusiastic reaction making the boy laugh and helping to break the ice between them. She noted with a smile that she liked the sound of his laughter.
On the boy's third night in her cave, the demon woke in the middle of the night to the sound of sniffling. Confused at first, it took her a little while to remember that she was no longer alone in her cave. After a minute of listening in the dark it became clear to her that the boy was crying for his mother. The more she listened to the boy's crying, the more she was filled with an overwhelming compulsion to comfort him. After another minute the compulsion was simply too strong to ignore and she got up to slowly push the boy's mat over to hers, wrapping her body around him protectively but also careful so as to not wake him. As the boy felt her presence next to him, his crying gradually stopped until at last he was sleeping peacefully again. The powerful coils of her serpentine tail that had in the past crushed men until their organs ruptured were now gently cradling a small boy so he would feel safe in his sleep. The demon smiled at the contrast and decided that she much preferred the latter before indulging herself by bending down to place a light kiss on the boy's forehead. Afterwards she wondered why she had done so but could not deny that it had made her feel happy, the smile on her face still lingering as she drifted off to sleep.
The following morning the boy seemed a little embarrassed at having woken up next to her, possibly because he knew that he must have been crying in his sleep, but it did not stop him from seeking out her company the very next morning. Although unexpected the demon was more than happy to welcome the little boy back into her coils. She was very patient as he climbed up her serpentine body, even allowing him to slowly lift her damp hair so that he could get a good look at her face, something that no human had ever been allowed to do. The attention made her feel a little self-conscious at first but when the boy happily informed her that her eyes were pretty because they were his favorite color, the demon found herself unable to keep from returning his earnest smile. It felt good hearing someone say nice things about her. The accompanying hug felt even better.
Weeks went by in this manner, the unlikely pair growing ever closer to each other as the demon slowly slipped into the role of doting mother for the orphan boy. Neither of them really noticed the change until the boy one evening reached up to kiss her goodnight and the word "mommy" slipped from his lips so effortlessly that even he did not notice. It seemed so natural to both of them that it was only after he was snuggled up and asleep against her bosom that the demon realized what had just happened. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as happiness filled her heart. She had a son. The demon who had been alone for as long as she could remember had a sweet son who adored her. She spent much of that night silently crying and thanking whatever gods were listening for blessing her with such a wonderful gift.
As it had been with the boy's cooking, the demon found that having someone around with hands opened up a lot of other possibilities for her. Her son would show her how to play board games and although he had to help her move the pieces, she was able to beat him most of the time. He showed her massages or more precisely, he showed her how nice it felt to be massaged as it was difficult for her to return the favor without hands. The demon noted to herself with a smile that she could get used to such pampering. Her son also showed her how to fish and although she could not participate directly, she found the experience pleasant enough as long as she could cuddle him while she watched the strange ritual. She never did learn to appreciate the taste of fish, though. As the years passed and the boy grew, their shared home slowly filled with the furnishings that the boy would make on his own or managed to barter for from the occasional passing merchant. While skeptical at first, the demon had to eventually admit that they really improved the feel of her cave.
One evening after the two were snuggled up together in preparation for sleep, her adopted son complained about discomfort. He was obviously embarrassed about it but with a bit of prodding he finally relented and showed her, the demon swallowing visibly as she beheld the most beautiful specimen of manhood that she had ever seen. After a moment, however, she was quick to admonish herself for staring, reminding herself that her son was in pain and needed her help. He had experienced erections before, likely because her large breasts always tended to press against him whenever they hugged, but this time things seemed different. Usually his erections abated if they were ignored, but this time the swelling refused to go away and it was hurting him. She frowned with worry, wondering how she might help.
She knew how human women offered pleasure to their lovers, having spied on the occasional couple in the past, but she had no hands with which to stroke the angry-looking erection. Nor was she keen to make an attempt at oral pleasure, knowing that she might accidentally prick the young man's manhood with her fangs and poison him. She had bitten would-be attackers in the past and seen just how quickly her poison could end a human life. Nibbling her lower lip, she considered her options. It was clear to her that there was really only course of action if she wanted to alleviate her son's discomfort. A blush painted her usually deathly pale skin a comely pink as she imagined taking him into herself.
Would she really be able to go through with such a thing, especially with a human? The more she thought about it, the more she had to admit to herself that her interest in the idea was more than merely altruistic. She would be helping her adopted son, yes, but the dull throbbing of her slowly swelling sex left her no illusions about her body's own interest in joining with him. He had grown into a handsome young man and through their time together she was sure that he would prove to be an attentive and generous lover. In the past she would have scoffed at the notion that a demon that had previously considered herself a devourer of men might ever entertain lustful thoughts about a man, but it came as no real surprise to her now. After all, the young boy's appearance had already changed so many times in her life. After a moment of hesitation she decided to throw caution to the wind.
Their first kiss was a cautious one, the demon gently pressing her pursed lips against the corner of her son's mouth to test the waters. Would he even accept her help? She pulled back slightly to look at the boy, his face betraying the expected surprise but thankfully showing no hint of any disgust towards her. On the contrary, his surprise was quickly replaced by a tender smile and when he reciprocated after a brief moment of hesitation, she was surprised by the happiness that welled up inside of her as she allowed herself to moan into his kiss. Part of her must have secretly wanted this for a while, she realized as she reveled in the feeling of his soft fingers cradling her face. Sinking back onto her stolen tatami, she felt gratitude towards her handsome son for giving her the chance to finally explore this side of herself that had been ignored for so long.
Neither of the two were experienced kissers but they took their time to learn what worked for them, the demon allowing herself to melt into the arms of the young man as he lovingly held her tight. His soft but passionate kisses and gentle caresses only increased her desire for him. She moaned encouragingly as he worked his way down her neck and onto her breasts where her nipples, like her dripping sex, had grown extremely sensitive in anticipation of their joining. When she finally felt his lips encircle one of the hard nubs, the pleasure was almost overwhelming and she could do naught but gasp sharply as she squeezed her eyes shut and trembled like a leaf. She had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone a human, but she knew that she wanted to keep going. Whatever this was, she needed it as badly as he did, maybe even more.
As her adopted son teased her breasts with his wonderfully soft mouth, she did something that surprised even herself. She began to beg, the need for him painfully apparent in her voice as she softly undulated her body against his in the hopes of capturing his manhood so it could slide into her depths. Whether out of pity or his own desire to join with her and have his adopted mother take his virginity, the young man was quick to press his manhood against her sodden entrance, allowing her to push against him one last time and finally receive her prize. As he slid into her, the sensation of being filled at long last caused her to once again squeeze her eyes shut. She found herself unable to do anything but moan wantonly like a human whore as her body was paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure radiating outwards from where the two of them were now joined.
While the demon had not expected herself to assume such a passive role in their coupling, she now found herself completely helpless. Even had she wanted to, she would not have been able to find the strength to resist as her lover slowly hilted himself in her spasming sex over and over again, each thrust seeming to trigger another small orgasm in her. In spite of her larger and more powerful snake body, she had been reduced to a meek and needy female that was more than happy to submit to the tender ministrations of her lover, and she loved it. It was the single greatest sensation of her life, feeling her adopted son penetrating her deeply as he moaned out half-formed declarations of love for his new mother. Her heart swelled to hear his joy, knowing that she was the source of it, while her body trembled in helpless ecstasy as her womanhood lovingly devoured everything that he offered up to her.
She could not say how long it had been. How long she had ridden those waves of pleasure, one orgasm leading into the next as her beloved son again and again bottomed out inside of her achingly needy sex. Time lost its meaning as she allowed herself to be ravished for what felt like hours, praising her lover for being such a loving boy and even wantonly begging like a whore for him to keep fucking his horny snake mommy, to keep fucking her needy hole until she passed out. Gone were any reservations or feelings of shame. He just felt too good inside of her. Eventually she heard his breathing quicken and felt his thrusting become erratic. Instinctually she knew what was about to happen but she still found herself completely unprepared for the incredible sensation of her son finally hilting himself deep inside her and filling her to the brim with his hot seed.
Afterwards, when the demon came to, her throat felt sore but she could not remember screaming during her final mind-blowing orgasm. She was, however, sure about what had just happened. For the first time in her life she felt complete, as if a part of her that had always been missing had now been returned to her. The demon sighed happily as she wrapped her serpentine form around her exhausted son, reveling in his masculine flavor as she lovingly ran a forked tongue over his damp skin. Licking his ear, she whispered that such a good boy was always welcome to ask his snake mommy for help if he needed some relief. In fact, the demon added with a purr, she insisted on it. Since she had already become addicted to his lovemaking, the demon really hoped that her son would take her up on the offer and spare her the humiliation of having to beg for him to simply take her. Then again, she thought as she bit her lower lip at the idea of degrading herself like a whore in front of him, having to beg might prove to be its own reward.
Her son nodded at her lurid offer as he looked up at her with a tired but very satisfied smile, the two of them sharing one last tender kiss before he fell asleep. He looked so happy nestled in her coils and the demon found herself unable to stop smiling, her heart filled almost to bursting with love for her son now turned lover. As she gently cradled his sleeping form in the dark, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat, she whispered over and over how much she loved him until her eyelids grew heavy and sleep finally claimed her, too.