Thread by @HardSundae

CW: hypnosis, snakes, biting, venom, constriction, #HypNovember Prompt: "Coil"

"I thought you'd..."

"Draw out all my Ss? Yeah, nah, you've been watching too many movies. But that's SSssssSSSSort of why you're here, isSSsssn't it?"

You shiver. She winks, flicking her tongue.

"C'mon, don't be shy," she murmurs, with a sly smirk. "A whole lotta people had... awakenings after a few rewatches of The Jungle Book. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Her body is all one long muscle, and it seems to flow past you. "Unless you want it to be." Another chuckle.

You stammer out a question. "S-so, how does this-"

"Work? Well, you already told me your limits. So you tell me your safeword, and you take all your clothes off for me. Then..." She leaves a pregnant pause before the next statement. "Then the fun begins."

"I, uh," you reply, haltingly. You're suddenly embarrassed by the safeword you chose.

"Go on, little mammal," she whispers, her forked tongue gently tracing the curve of your right ear. "I'm listening."

"S-snakebite."

You feel cold breath against your cheek as she giggles.

"Aw, you really do have it bad, don't you, cutie? You're going to be so much fun. Now SSssSSssstrip for me."

It's difficult to undo the clasp of your belt while you're shivering this much. An ancient part of your brain is telling you a predator is nearby, and your hands tremble.

As you pull off your hoodie, and then your shirt, she traces a slow circle around and around you, flicking each discarded garment aside with the tip of her tail. Your shoes, socks and trousers all come off and are tossed away, but she catches you as you reach for your underwear.

The tip of her tail loops in through the elastic, and tugs them down your legs in one fluid motion. She's... cold, but not painfully so, like a cool shower on a hot day. Her smooth, scaly skin seems to drink the warmth from your body.

She flexes her fingers gently, running them along the curve of your shoulder. "Step out of those, and we'll get started."

You obey, and she flicks your underwear aside. That slow loop she was tracing has closed in, and you're now standing in a circle defined by her body.

Before you're even able to react, she springs forward, her mouth springing open and fangs distending from her upper jaw, burying themself in the tender flesh of your lower neck. There's a moment of sharp, searing pain, but it fades almost instantly to a pleasant, numbing chill.

Ice floods your veins, and your muscles slacken. Like a puppet with its strings cut, your body falls limp, but she catches you before you're able to hit the ground. Taut, rippling muscles wrap tight around your body, holding you upright. Her fangs withdraw from your neck.

Your vision swims as the venom seeps across your blood-brain barrier. You are aware of her eyes in front of you, her reptilian pupils gazing straight into your soul. Your view seems to slip straight past them, inwards, the vertical slits acting as a doorway drawing you deeper...

Your breath catches in your throat as her coils tighten around you, your joints clicking slightly as your body is lovingly compressed. Your muscles are so slack you cannot even blink. You fall deeper and deeper into her gaze, and her voice is like distant thunder echoing.

The tip of her tail loops around your throat, like a scaly collar, and squeezes. You breathe when she allows you to breathe, she tells you. Keeping control of your oxygen supply makes the venom she's pumped inside you more effective. Her coils press tighter.

You cannot break her stare. You feel it yawning wide, like an unhinged jaw, devouring your mind whole, your free will caressed tightly and lovingly from all sides as it slides down a hungry gullet into oblivion. Her coils squeeze rhythmically, rippling up and down your limp body.