tofi's trail

The spring had been lovely, the perfect level of warmth and sunshine for a spring wedding. That was, until the snow started to fall. It was three days before the ceremony, and until the last moment, they had hoped that the weather would clear, and the snow would stop falling. It wasn't a heavy snowfall, nor a windy one, but it was constant. At least it was pretty. The photographer had looked very pleased after the session.

Drewals grip around Garnet was tight, as he kissed her. Possessive, in that pleasant way that she adored. Garnet hummed into the kisses, loving how fierce they were.

They had snuck out of the party, their party, for some time alone in the midst of the celebration. The freshly married couple enjoyed the attention of their friends and family, but were eager to be alone, and Garnet had noticed how as Drewal stared at her interacting with everyone, that look of jealousy had crept up on his face. So she had dragged him outside, to assure him that she was his and only his, now even more than ever, since she finally carried the Mitchell family name. She kneaded his cock through his suit trousers, following the length of the thick shaft as it hardened. She could see the outline of it, and traced it through the fabric as he kissed her.

Drewals kisses always made her breathless, causing her to feel weak in the knees, and she whimpered at the power in his grip around her waist. Her wedding dress rustled as he started to rub against her; she wished she could actually feel him through the layers of fabric and not just the rough outline of his body, and when she told him so, he hoisted her skirts up to reveal her long, stocking-clad legs. Drewal drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her lingerie, chosen specifically to arouse him during their wedding night. It seemed to work, as Garnet saw Drewals cock strain against the fabric of his trousers.

She unzipped the front, pulling Drewals cock free from his trousers and underwear. It dripped, hard with want, and she bit her lip in expectation. They really should wait, which she told him with a voice thickening with lust, but Drewal growled and pushed her up against the wall. He pulled her sheer white underwear aside, and with one smooth stroke, he was inside of her. Garnet wrapped her arms around Drewal, her head tipping back against the wall and a moan pouring out of her mouth. He always felt so good inside her, his thick shaft fitting so snug and warm within her.

Drewal pulled at her hips, and thrust his own up. The fabric of her dress and his suit muffled the sound of their bodies joining again and again, stopping skin from pleasantly slapping against skin. Garnet whimpered in pleasure, as she was pounded with harsh intensity. She looked into Drewals eyes, and she saw the possessive glower in them that made her feel so adored and wanted. Her legs wrapped around Drewals waist, and she was in free-fall, supported by the wall and Drewals strength alone as he fucked her hard and fast.

He came inside her with a grunt, with bruising strength in his grip and his thrusts. Garnet moaned, so close to the edge. Drewal fucked her still, drawing her over the edge and pumping her full with his cum. Garnets body shook. She felt so good, and she felt even better when she saw the hot satisfaction in Drewals eyes.

Then something in them changed, and she was abruptly dropped. Garnet tried to catch herself, and she held back a muffled cry of pain as she felt a twinge of pain in her right ankle. She had landed badly, and had to support herself against the wall as she sank to the stone floor of the patio.

"I'll- I'll make sure nobody's looking for us," Drewal said, something strange and unfamiliar in his eyes as he turned and hurried back inside. Confused, Garnet watched him go. She thought... Had that been fear that she had seen? She had never seen that emotion on his face before, so it was hard to say if that had really been it. She didn't like the expression, it made a knot form in her stomach, an unease dampening the happiness of the day. But she brushed it aside, deciding that she would ponder upon it later, once the day was well done and over and she had been carried over the threshold, like she so long had wanted to be.

Left alone on the patio, Garnet readjusted her underwear. Cum sputtered at the mouth of her cunt, some froth dripping out and wetting the fabric. She adjusted her dress, and took a look at her throbbing ankle. Garnet saw it had already swelled a little, and she winced. That would be nasty to walk on, she could tell.

There was a sound of crunching, like footsteps in the snow, but more constant, larger, yet quieter. The patio had been shoveled, and was covered by a roof, so it shouldn't be a sound that she heard. Garnet looked up, and she froze in place.

A large shadow was coming closer, its shape swaying like a snake being charmed. It was slim on top, a long stretch of it, the top a large knot. It reminded her of a giraffes neck, but the lower body was far too different for it to actually be a giraffe, unless it was one that had lost its legs. Carefully, Garnet tried to shift up on her feet. Her twisted ankle (she hoped it was merely twisted) stung in pain, and it hurt. But she persisted. She supported herself against the wall, as she forced herself to keep getting up slowly, slowly. The creature came closer, slithering with a fat, large body. It was the strangest snake that Garnet had ever seen, not to mention the largest.

Pooor little thingggg, she heard someone say, a voice echoing directly into her mind. Garnets eyes widened, and she stared up at the snake thing, as she understood that it was what was speaking to her. Left allllll alone~ Abannnndonedddd~

Garnet shook her head, staring up at the knot on top of the neck, and what she assumed was eyes; three glowing orbs of pale, pale blue in the evening darkness. "I haven't been abandoned. My husband is just inside, waiting for me."

The snake laughed in her mind, an unsettling, jarring sound. Your husssssbandddd~ He leffffft assss ssssoon asss he sssaw mmmme~ the snake said. Garnet shook her head. Drewal would never leave her behind to face danger alone. He had sworn to always keep her safe, even before they exchanged vows. You think I'mmmm lyingggg~ the snake said in her mind.

"I don't think you're lying. I know you're lying." Garnet shook out of pain, more than out of fear, as she finally managed to stand upright, though still leaning against the wall. "You can't fool me, monster."

Haha, the snake laughed again, a shorter, amused laughter. When its voice came in her mind again, it almost sounded pitying. Littllle humannn, sssso gullible and sssimple, ssso young. Ssssuch a pitttty~ Ssshould have learned earlierrrr~

It was close. When Garnet opened her mouth to protest, she realised that the creature had bent its neck forward, and she felt its cold breath as it clouded frost on her skin. Its snout was right in front of her, its three eyes staring unrelentlessly. "What do you want?" she finally asked.

Offff coursssse~ I want ffffood~ the creature said. A tongue darted out, caressing Garnets cheek. She flinched back, pressing against the wall with her wedding dress rustling. A slick wetness slid down her cheek toward her chin. Poor little thhhhinggg~ Left for me to fffffindd~ the creature whispered softly. Tell you whhhattt, little morssssel~ its voice said, tongue wetly brushing Garnets ear. Ifff you bring me himmmm, I won't eat youuu~

Garnet stared up at the snake, feeling defiance fill her. Her face set in stubbornness, and though she still had fear wanting to take over brewing in the back of her mind and making her shake, she didn't let it overtake her. "I won't hand him over to you. He wouldn't hand me over to you, and I will not hand him over either."

There was that laugh in her ear again, as the snake pulled back. A bet, thhhennn~ it said, causing Garnet to frown. You bring himmmm near mmmee, and if he protectssss you, I will leave~

Garnets frown deepened. She didn't understand why the snake suddenly offered a bet with stakes like that. When it so surely would lose. "Why?" She asked it, though she felt she shouldn't ask anything, and simply take it. She knew the result already.

Curioussssity~ the snake hissed, its head lowering to her level again. Its nose brushed hers. Its eyes glowed so brightly. Its skin was cold. Will you be right, or will I~?

The stubbornness at the implication that the snake was right, that Drewal would leave her to be eaten, made Garnet straighten up. She huffed, and spat out, "Fine," before she turned, hobbling with a hand on the wall toward the door. She could feel the snakes gaze on her, though she didn't look back to confirm it.

"Darling, Drewal, honey," she called, when she entered the room. Eyes were turned toward her, and she saw confusion and concern there, but also knowing looks. She must look a sight, since she hadn't managed to fix her hair since her and Drewals tryst outside. She thought that Drewal looked a little paler than usual, as he slowly approached her through the throng of people, but he must simply be concerned about her ankle. She was probably looking strained from using it, and he was the only one who knew about it.

"Garnet, what's wrong?" he asked her, and she knew with the question that the snake was wrong in that he had run when he saw it. He hadn't seen it at all. She took his hand in hers as he reached her.

"I need you to help me with something," she said. She smiled apologetically to the crows, as she was taking Drewal away from the attention that he so loved. Drewal looked back at the crowd, the concern on his face still there. Garnet saw a few beads of sweat form on his forehead. "Please," she pleaded, and after a few more moments of hesitation, Drewal followed behind her. His steps were slow, and he was silent.

It didn't worry Garnet, and she pulled him along to the door and outside. When they reached the doors, his grip was tight on her hand. He must have seen it just then, and just outside, she stopped, staring defiantly up at the snake. "See? I told you."

The snake looked at them, what she assumed was its tail swaying slowly, a large clump with spikes on it, shaped almost like a hammer. Poorrrr, poorrrrr naïve thingggg~ it hissed, and Garnet felt anger rise up inside her. She swayed, but ignored it, as she took half a step forward to shout at the snake. "Would you cut it out? You really can't admit when you're wrong, can you? Leave!"

The snake, its body swaying lightly in that trance-like dance, shifted its head in a motion toward Drewal. Garnet turned her head as well, looking at her new husband. His face was pure white, his eyes wide. He looked absolutely terrified.

And suddenly, she was shoved. Her twisted ankle caused her to stumble and fall down, and her mind was muddled with pain for a moment. Then she realised she heard Drewal, his voice stuttering and fearful, something she had never heard him sound before. "D- don't eat me- l-look, she's- I bet she's mu- much tastier. A-all that fat- I'm just muscles, n-no good to eat--" As he spoke, he was backing away on shaking legs. Then suddenly, he spun around, and rushed toward the door. "Drewal?!" Garnet called after him, shocked at how fast he was to abandon her. Drewal didn't stop, and soon disappeared into the venue. Garnet stared at the empty doorway, shock settling in and numbing her. Even the pain in her ankle seemed to evaporate, as she became empty inside.

Poor, poor thinggg~ the snake hummed. Its head lowered, and it started to slither, its neck wrapping around her in coils without actually touching her. Garnet didn't move, didn't react, still looking at the light from the doorway. She still expected, somewhat, that Drewal would return, would bring people with him to save her, and say sorry, that he was only trying to trick the snake, to lull it in a false sense of security.

When the door vanished from her vision, its light blocked by the coiling snake neck, she was brought out of her stupor, and she looked up at the snake, searching for its three glowing eyes. "I see," she murmured, the numbness still having her in its grasp. "I see. Alright. It's fine. I understand. I want him to survive. It's fine." She didn't wipe away the tears as they fell.

The snakes head tilted sideways, as it looked at her. Forrrr the little betrayed hummmmannn, I'll make it niccccee and gennntle~ it whispered in her ear. Its nose nudged her, and she stared up at the clear pale blue lights above her.

After a few moments of listening for any commotion, yet hearing none, Garnet drew a deep breath, and she reached over her shoulders, behind her back.

The dress was a tricky one to remove on her own. She had planned to have Drewal undress her, after all. He did so enjoy baring her skin in slow, tender touches. It made him feel as though she really was his. And what else could be better in doing that than removing your brides dress, that she couldn't get out of on her own without tearing it? She didn't care that she was tearing it now.

Garnet let the torn fabric and many skirts fall to the cold patio floor around her. Dressed in only her bridal lingerie, veil and tiara, she sat surrounded by shredded white fabric, and stared up at the snake. "May I ask one thing?" she wondered. She felt oddly calm. Perhaps her emotions simply hadn't caught up with her, she supposed, but it was better this way. The lack of fear felt good. The lack of sorrow, too. She was simply numb, simply calm. At ease, perhaps. The snake nodded, and Garnet asked, "What’s your name?"

The snake blinked, confusion on its slender face. Ylharl, it responded after some moments of silence. She thought it had blinked slowly, before it responded.

"Well, Ylharl," she said, still so oddly calm. She waved at it, and it surprisingly obligingly lowered its head into her lap. She took her hands to her tiara, unclipping it and the veil from her hair. "I guess my only day as a bride will be my last day overall. I guess that makes you my final groom." She turned the tiara around, and with a snap of her wrist the long sheer fabric splayed over the snakes neck. Garnet placed the tiara on top of its head. Garnet wobbled, as she pushed herself up to her feet, her hands on the snakes body as support. It raised its crowned head in height with hers. "Or bride. It doesn't matter. I'll be yours for the rest of my existence, either way."

The snake seemed to blink again, slowly, more than once. Its maw slowly opened, and it wasn't a simple snakes mouth. Instead, the front of its face seemed to unfurl like a flower facing the sun. Indoors, the lights from the party that seemed so far away, so far in the past, and they glimmered on many, many sharp teeth. The flower spread to its full form, and the snake shifted. For a brief moment, she saw a glimpse of her veil. Darkness enveloped Garnet, wrapping her in warmth and security from head to toe.

The snake pushed its head deep down, not a tooth scraping against Garnets skin. Its throat pressed gently around her, muscles parted to make her smoothly slide inside. It was like being wrapped in a warm, freshly dried yet slightly damp blanket, and then pulled into a caring embrace. The snakes insides were wet muscles, soft bumps like little hills brushing against her skin.

The throat around her constricted as the snake swallowed, but it was only a soft pressure. The snake was doing as it said, it was gentle as it devoured her. Its insides, covered in a sticky saliva, coated her skin and dampened her lingerie. Garnet allowed it to happen, that calm persisting as she felt gravity shift. The snake lifted its head toward the sky, and when it relaxed its throat muscles, she slid slowly and easily head first downward.

Garnet felt something else, a strange heat in her skin. She felt how she was tingling, her surface skin, all the way into her bones. She whimpered, and she recognised the heat as arousal. Perhaps it was something she hadn't known about herself, or perhaps it was something in the snakes saliva, but as she landed in a cavern, a slimy water splashing and a strange odor in the air, she felt her body burn with need. Garnet took one hand toward a breast, another to her cunt.

Her lower lips were already parting, making it easy for her fingers to slip inside. The burning was intense, searing away the cum that Drewal had left inside of her, and it felt as though the slimy fluid inside the snakes belly was taking away all that Drewal had left with her. Not just the cum, but the possessive bruises, the mess that her hair had become, the lingerie she had bought just for him.

Everything seemed to simply melt away, even Garnet herself. It felt good, it felt wonderful, as she gasped as she thrust her fingers deeper and deeper and deeper into herself. She reached her womb, and she was a shuddering mess. The liquid pool she lay in rose, and soon she was sputtering. Her breath came easy, gurgling, even as she drew in the bitter stomach acids. She came, hard and plenty, moaning and crying out in intense, glowing pleasure.

She had never known such an orgasm as the one that she experienced as she melted away, leaving nothing but bones, metal clasps, and a single ring behind inside the snake, her dress and shoes left empty on the ground for her family and friends to find, once they finally started to miss her.

Serpent Bride