Spreading Leira’s legs, he nuzzled the clenched hole, inhaling the sweet, berry-like musk. A few kisses, a few licks—just to savor.
Stupid, lewd Leira…
Edwin adored him, but he wasn’t blind to his flaws. Leira was dumb—not in a cruel way, but in a way that made Edwin’s blood boil. Brilliant in things he cared about, yet hopelessly oblivious to everything else. “Ugh, too much work.” “I dunno.” That lazy dismissiveness drove Edwin mad.
But that was his Leira.
Dull-witted, filthy, and utterly his.
Edwin pressed his cheek to the hole, kissing it like a lover. Leira’s stupidity only made him more precious. No one else mattered—clever or stupid, they were all just passing wind to Edwin.
Because from the moment they’d met—Leira’s soft face, delicate hands, reckless bravery—Edwin had remembered.
And he always would.
Lost in memories of a first meeting Leira would never recall, Edwin waited until the dead of night before slipping silently from the room. His movements made no sound—unnaturally so.
At the forest’s edge, he stripped, folding his clothes neatly over a concealed branch. Then, as the moon vanished behind gunmetal clouds, the pale, naked man was gone.
In his place coiled a massive black serpent, its scales glinting like polished obsidian. Its small, rounded head belied the monstrous girth of its body—thick enough to swallow a baby whole—its length mistakable for a fallen tree in the dark. It moved with eerie grace, muscles rippling beneath sleek scales as it slithered over the earth. The whisper of skin against dirt—sssk, sssk—mimicked the wind through grass.
The serpent paused.
A tantalizing scent tickled its heightened senses. It stilled, patient, waiting for prey to stumble into range—
“KEEK!”
A final, choked cry. Seconds later, the victim’s body stiffened, venom paralyzing it mid-scream. The serpent’s jaws unhinged, stretching wide as it swallowed the warm corpse whole. The pressure bulged the creature’s throat, the dead animal’s eyes nearly popping from their sockets. Silent. Efficient.
Soon, the bulge in its midsection—now as thick as a knight’s thigh—would dissolve. Digestion complete, it would return to the estate, scrub clean in the prepared bath, and douse itself in lavender oil (Leira’s favorite) to erase all trace of the hunt.
Flawless. As always.
Sated, the serpent curled into itself and slept.
The forest held its breath.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
