≛ Serpentes et Felis ≛

The sound of a rushed entrance swooped at me from the front doors. I turned my face from the screen in search of its cause. There stood a boy, sweating as though he had sprinted a long ways. He was of a similar age to me I was sure, his height and weight the common characteristics of someone in their late teens. I spotted bruises on his skin, kisses from a fist or some other object to show him love, to see his love in return. As if calling me forward, I could scent the tang of his blood - crisp and intoxicating after to much time spent without it. I snaked forward, passing few others by without a glance as my gaze was lazily gliding from dark spot to dark spot on his skin. How I wished to place pressure on those places and watch as he squirmed beneath my fingertips. Sidling up to his injured figure I smiled sweetly at him, a try at snagging him into a trap he would well understand. I only wished to feel the love of someone, watching the screams of tributes as they fought supplied only little and I needed my lust to be satisfied. If I was to be satiated I would have to snare this rabbit before I devoured him whole.

His eyes meet mine with some kind of wondrous light. My eyes touch the small trace of aging blood on his arm, interest pricking my mind as I try to guess who had imprinted their love upon him in such a manner. Obviously they has small amount of practice for he showed so little pain, just look as his smile. I sigh softly as the slowly forming scab on his lip splits to release the straining blood once more. I can't help but stare as it runs down his chin, oozing so slowly. Unable to stop myself, I stretch an arm forward gently, a single finger scooping the blood from his skin. "Who did this to you?" My tone was not of sympathy, for I did not sympathize with those who experienced love. I spoke with a sound of admiration for his strength, and a sour note of disappointment at the lack of skill that he had seen. I know that I could show him better, sure that my skills would overtake those of the person who had treated him as they had. The smile on his lips encouraged my own to spread slightly. I lifted my finger to my lips, the one with his essence on the tip of it, touching the scarlet drop to my tongue as I held his eyes. The metallic taste spread from one point of my mouth to coat my tastebuds, cascading down my throat as though there was so much more than just one drop. My smile became more coy and I silently lowered my hand from my lips, rubbing two fingertips together to spread the last of the blood over their pads.

I was desperate for another taste of him, his injured flesh screaming for me to show it yet more love. I could treat him to such great pleasure, a pleasure that would consume us both as a snake might swallow its prey whole. I moved closer, feeling the soft pulse of heat spreading out from his skin. "An addict never betrays his dealers." His hand was at the back of his head, causing spike to form in his dark locks. My eyes slid from it, over his face, to trace the shape of his shoulders. There was a deepening bruise flushing brown on the slope of his shoulder, unable to resist I pressed greedy fingers against the mark. I only wished to feel the satisfaction of another's love and this was the way I knew how. To convince him I showed caring I touched my lips to the contusion in a light kiss. "Perhaps it is time for better dealers." About this boy was a feeling of mutualism that intoxicated me. I had to trap him and make him mine. This one would not slip from coils, I would see to that.

His hands are gentle as he pushes me away and I only grin, he has a taste for me now, or else he would not be so soft. I watch as he puts a finger to the place my lips had lingered at, my lips turning into a smile with devious undertones as I lifted my gaze back to his. "Now, now." What should have been a warning from others sounded like surrender to me. I give the softest of touches to the lobe of his ear before retracting my hand as he continues to be wary of me. Silly mouse, this snake has her fangs ready for you. "I've gotta make you you can give me what I need." He was mine now, my fangs were extended and ready to sink into his flesh at the right moment. My gaze is wary as his hand approaches me, fingers griping locks of my hair before softly tugging on them. I was so close to leaping at him, though the cause was unknown to me. Was it from frustration or lust, perhaps some intermingling sense of both that made this boy so special. "I'm not easily impressed." My smile grows as sharp as my fangs, poison love starts to form in drops on their points as I get ready to strike. I circle him, coming around behind him and hissing in his ear. "Easy is never part of my deal." My mouth closes around the ear I was speaking into, teeth sinking in only slightly and without malice. A taste of his flesh and his will. The poison was now in his veins.

The sigh he emits leaves me searching for more, he collapses against the wall and my poison smile stays fixed to my face. I can see the toxin taking hold, leaving him starting to shake and shudder as it spreads through his veins. "This may not be the right time." Our eyes hold each others and I flutter my eyelashes once, twice at him. He is hooked, and now I should bring him pain of a fresh kind. Hands on my waist hold me still, but I am not bothered by such small bonds. I release his ear, withdrawing his source of satisfaction. He has a smile of his own now, a laugh escapes his lips and I am amused by how easily I brought down my prey. "C'mon now, kids could be watching." Any intended deterrent failed to sweep aside my tactics. His voice was too full of the lust for my attentions, saturated in the poisons I inserted into his flesh. He is at my mercy, but I have no mercy to give him - there is only pain and pleasure, no relief. I touch a single finger to his cheek, soft as a light breeze before tracing my way down his jaw to his chin before slipping away. I remove myself from between his paws, slithering from his grasp to dance a couple steps back. My smile remains as I hold his gaze. "Then we should take this out of their sight." I hold up the finger that had so recently touched his skin, beckoning. Silent, I twisted around and stalked some few feet forward before swinging around to seize his attention again. "Follow me, if you wish."

He comes forward, eager as a rat to cheese, his steps bringing him close to me again but I move away. My taunts continue even as his breathing rasps and his voice is husky. "Where are we going?" My light steps lead him further into the trap, like the ones I had set up when I was younger. Soon the door would swing shut behind him and he would be snared until he had served his purpose for me. Around my wrist and up my arm slithered my only companion aside from my prey, a sly green snake emerged from under my shirt to stick his head into open air. I felt the soft whisk of his tongue on my skin as he tasted the air. I was sure he could scent the boy on me, and I was interested in whether he approved of this stranger or not. My lithe friend sunk back into the depths of my clothing, basking in the heat of my body as he nestled into the space between my breasts.

I continued my teasing movements backwards as I guided him to the change rooms. I decided quickly on which would suit our purpose better and stood in the doorway to the males' changing area. Almost sneering at his desperation, I once more beckoned him forward, sliding a hand up my side to lift the corner of my shirt and show off my flesh. Just as he reached me, I ducked inside of the change room and was pleased to see we were the only ones in there. I slithered to a bench and sat on it, easing my weight onto my wrists so the length of my body corresponded with that of the bench. I waited, amused, for him to come close. "Step forward if you still want to continue. I stop for nothing." I slid one shoulder of my shirt down to expose more of my skin, setting the final bait to the trap. Yes little mouse, come here.