The swamp stank of rot and stagnant water, a festering pit miles from civilization. Tara, 29, trudged through the muck, her boots sinking into the slime, her tan skin slick with sweat. She’d come out here chasing rumors of a monster, a cryptozoologist with a death wish. Her black hair clung to her face, her tank top soaked, tits bouncing free underneath. She didn’t know the real monster was watching, coiled in the shadows.
The trees parted, revealing a clearing choked with vines. Tara stopped, her breath catching as the ground rumbled. A shadow loomed, then exploded into view. The snake was massive, 40 feet long, thick as a tree trunk, its scales black and glistening, eyes yellow slits of hunger. Its head reared, tongue flicking, tasting her fear. She turned to run, but it struck, lightning fast, slamming her into the mud.
Tara screamed, her body pinned under its crushing weight. The snake’s coils tightened, squeezing her ribs, her air cut off. “Fuck, no!” she choked, clawing at its scales, but it only hissed, its head dipping low. She didn’t expect the bulge at its underbelly, a grotesque slit parting to reveal a cock, monstrous and slick, 18 inches of veiny meat pulsing with intent. This wasn’t just a snake. It was a fucking nightmare.
The beast shifted, its tail whipping her legs apart, exposing her denim shorts. It tore them off with a flick of its fangs, shredding the fabric, her bare cunt vulnerable. Tara thrashed, but the coils held her firm, her wrists trapped above her head. The snake’s cock throbbed, dripping a thick ooze, and it lunged, ramming into her dry pussy with brutal force. She shrieked, her body splitting, blood gushing as it stretched her beyond human limits. “Get off me, you fuck!” she yelled, but it pounded deeper, its scales scraping her thighs raw.
The snake fucked her relentless, its cock a battering ram, slamming her cervix bloody. Tara’s screams turned to gurgles, her hips bruising black as it jackhammered her into the mud. The coils loosened just enough to let her breathe, but only to prolong her torment. “Fucking die!” she spat, her voice cracking, but the beast didn’t care. It hissed, tongue lashing her face, and thrust harder, her pussy a torn mess, juices mixing with blood and slime.
She kicked, her boots slipping in the muck, but the snake adjusted, flipping her onto her stomach. Its cock pulled out, slick with her gore, and slammed into her ass, no warning, no mercy. Tara howled, her virgin shitter ripped wide, blood streaming down her legs. The beast reamed her, its thrusts shaking the ground, her spine creaking under the assault. “You sick bastard!” she sobbed, her face pressed into the filth, but it only fucked her harder, its cock bulging her belly with every plunge.
The snake’s head dipped, fangs grazing her shoulder, tearing flesh. It bit down, venom searing her veins, and she convulsed, her body jerking as it raped her ass raw. The pain was unreal, her screams fading to whimpers, but her cunt clenched, betraying her with a sick spasm. “No, fuck, no!” she gasped, cumming against her will, her juices squirting into the mud. The snake hissed, sensing her defeat, and nutted, flooding her colon with a hot, thick load, spilling out her wrecked hole.
It pulled out, leaving her gaping, cum and blood pooling beneath her. Tara lay limp, panting, thinking it was over. She was wrong. The snake’s coils tightened again, lifting her broken body, her legs dangling. Its jaws unhinged, a cavern of teeth and drool, and she saw her death coming. “You piece of shit,” she whispered, too weak to fight, as it struck.
The fangs sank into her shoulders, pinning her, and the snake swallowed, pulling her headfirst into its gullet. Tara kicked, her boots flailing, but its throat muscles crushed her, dragging her down. Her tits scraped its fangs, skin peeling, blood slicking her descent. She screamed one last time, muffled by the wet flesh, as her ribs snapped, her arms pinned useless. The snake gulped, her waist sliding in, her cunt and ass still leaking its cum as it devoured her.
Her legs thrashed, heels digging into its scales, but the beast tilted its head back, swallowing hard. Tara’s hips popped, bones breaking, her pussy splitting wider as the pressure crushed her. The snake’s throat bulged, her form a grotesque outline, and her feet slipped past its jaws, vanishing with a final slurp. Inside, she suffocated, her body dissolving in acid, her last breath a curse lost to the dark.
The snake coiled back into the swamp, sated, its belly swollen with her corpse, a faint twitch fading as it digested her. The clearing fell silent, just mud and blood left behind, Tara’s gear sinking into the slime.
The swamp stank of rot and stagnant water, a festering pit miles from civilization.
Should I write more vore?