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Subject: {ASSM} Temple of the Snake (F/snake, F/F, Fantasy, Rom)
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Story Codes: F/Snake, F/F, Fantasy

Author & Formatting Notes: Written by Rachael Ross. Originally
formatted for commercial sale, html double spaced, etc. I did not
remormat it for posting to ASSM. Lisa Pavagaeau is me, and I am she.
All characters are fictional, all events imagined. This story is
available free of charge to the public, it may be archived and
reposted without bad karma provided it is not edited (except
formatting, I'll give you that) in any way, my name and
rache696@yahoo.com email appear in the message body. This story will
be rewritten eventually, it is not especially well done, my apologies.
Thanks -rr


Temple of the Snake

Fiction by Lisa Pavageau

  

Laura Hunter lay on her bed, paging slowly through her notes. They
were in the form of a large folder, stuffed with old faded
photographs, hand written notes and postcards, pieces of hand drawn
maps, and pages of her own meticulous notes. There were drawings and
diagrams, interviews and photocopied excerpts from old records and
forgotten books. She'd been on the trail of the Temple of the Snake
for almost 8 months now and she was getting close, she could feel it.

  

The tall lithe brunette closed her eyes, setting her notes aside and
massaging her forehead. She was almost 30 now and time was going by
too fast, just too darned fast for everything she wanted to
accomplish. Laura had been a promising young archeologist once, until
she'd discovered the adventure of freelancing her talents not to
museums, but to private collectors. It hadn't been a conscious
decision, but an easy one none-the-less, having her first real dig
funded by a private collector of antiquities was so much easier than
the red tape of getting a grant approved. She'd accepted the offer
without fully appreciating the consequences.

  

Now, nearly 4 years later, Professor Hunter had been outcast by her
peers, labeled a treasure hunter and a mercenary. A hired gun who
sought knowledge not for the betterment of her science, but for the
pleasure of her clients. That she was stunningly beautiful hadn't
helped either, it only gave her colleagues more ammunition. The most
popular rumor was that one did not just purchase Laura's investigative
skills, but also her physical skills, her sexual prowess. Her mentor
and one time lover, the professor she had studied under long and hard,
had denounced her almost publicly as a scientific whore. And that had
hurt most of all.

  

Laura had hoped to harden herself to it, to become immune to the jokes
and barbs tossed about the university at her expense. She told herself
they were jealous, they were riding the high moral horse of pride and
that, my friend, was a long and dangerous fall. They were no better
than she was. Laura thought, she had merely decided to stop fooling
herself. The woman was determined to prove that, or at least
demonstrate her skills so that even her old professor would have to
acknowledge Laura's position as one of the greatest archeological
explorers since Gustav. Finding the Temple of the Snake would do that.

  

The Temple of the Snake was a holy place, located in the jungles of
South America, the center of an ancient culture of warrior women, like
a society of Amazons. It had taken the better part of a year, and
hundreds of thousands of dollars, to separate fact from fiction. And
there were precious little facts to be had, but they all pointed to a
remote mountain near the source of the Rio Negros, in Brazil. She'd
been hired by a woman Laura hadn't met personally. Their contact had
come through attorney's. The woman, who's name was Assunta, had
already accumulated some information, but hardly enough. She wanted a
specific item, the Temple Urn, supposedly the container in which the
most precious of the Temple's serpents were housed.

  

Laura extracted a few handwritten pages from the folder and then
placed it on the floor next to her bed. She stretched her 5'10" body,
arching her back and getting comfortable. It was time to relax, to
unwind a little. She'd showered earlier, washing away the sweat and
dust from the day, and the woman hadn't bothered to dress in her humid
hotel room. She ran a hand down her body, over the firm swell of her
breasts, feeling her large brown nipples spring to life before
continuing downward. She dragged her nails across the flatness of her
taut belly, and lower to find her freshly shaved sex. It was so much
more comfortable like that in the tropics and she caressed the swell
of her Venus mons before stroking the small protrusion of her hidden
clit.

  

The beautiful architect moaned softly and her green eyes widened with
pleasure as she focused on the notes she was reading. It was an old
translation of some stories once told by a now extinct tribe in the
upper Amazon basin. The tribe had known and feared the female
warriors, whom they called Hassara, meaning the snake women. The tribe
had told the anthropologist who'd lived among them for several years,
that the women performed evil rituals, terrible things, that they
mated with serpents and gave birth to snakes. The priestess of the
Amazons had been seen with her belly large and round, distended as if
pregnant, but when seen closer, it could be seen that there were a
great many serpents in her womb, coiling and writhing, so that her
flesh to ripple grotesquely. The Priestess was tended by her maidens,
virginal women dedicated to her service, massaging her ripe belly and
heavy milk laden breasts with fine oils and sweet scented perfumes.

  

Laura found such imagery exotic and seductive, almost intoxicating
with it's surreal beauty. She massaged her sex slowly, letting her
mind imagine such a thing, dreaming of how it would feel, so many
snakes in her womb. She was going to orgasm, again and again as she
fingered her wanton sex. Fervently wishing that such a story might be
true and trying to ignore the obvious reality that it could not
possibly be so.

  

The next morning Laura dressed in her exploration clothes, tough and
well worn leather trousers, corded around the waist with a strong
leather belt, finely tooled and functional. Her holstered pistol, a
1911 Model .45 slapped heavily against her thigh on one side, and a
thin coil of rope was knotted to the small of her back. She wore a
simple khaki t-shirt and a lightweight linen vest over that. Laura
tucked her small dagger in her boot sheath, checking the laces of the
rugged lightweight jungle boots before tucking a canteen into the
webbing attached to the belt opposite her pistol. The woman hefted her
backpack and looked around the room one last time before closing the
door behind her.

  

She traveled by boat first, 6 hours up river, and then by horse until
the trail gave out and her native guide would go no further. She made
a small camp, alone in the jungle, eating dried fruit and drinking
water for her dinner. It wasn't the first time she'd been alone in a
strange place. Laura studied her maps carefully by the flickering
light of her fire. She had a good two days hiking she thought, maybe
more depending on the terrain. She would have felt more comfortable if
the tribesman had stayed with her, if he'd been willing to take her
all the way to the mountain where she suspected the Temple awaited,
but he'd thought her mad and abandoned her as soon as he had a good
excuse.

  

Laura was hot, dirty, tired...and terribly excited. She'd covered some
25 kilometers over the last two and half days, over some of the
roughest terrain imaginable. She was justifiably proud and even more
so as she swept aside a heavy growth of vines, flicking a tarantula
the size of her fist away without apology so she could gaze at the
ancient stone carving warning her that she was entering the land of
the Hassara. It was at the base of the mountain, in a ravine where
she'd gone to bathe in the cool clear spring water. It had a been a
fortunate accident, as so many things were in archeology, that she'd
made her discovery.

  

Somewhere nearby, Laura knew, would be the entrance to the Temple she
sought. Laura was eager to find it, but her good judgment told her
she'd need to be rested and refreshed before venturing into what was
certain to be an underground labyrinth, strewn with pitfalls of both
natural and manmade construction. She removed her clothes, frowning at
the dust and mud and wising she could wash those as well, but a bath
would have to be enough. She stood naked in the jungle, stretching
languidly and enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun as it filtered
through the jungle canopy high above.

  

The water was surprisingly cold as she waded slowly into it, feeling
her skin prickle with goosebumps and her nipples harden almost
painfully in response to the icy stimulation, but it was still good.
She swam the calm waters slowly, letting the past three days wash
slowly away. Laura was floating on her back, gazing up at the sky when
she became aware of the snake gliding slowly past her. It was large,
but not overly so, not by Amazon standards. A good 12 or 14 foot
python, striking in it's glistening blonde and green scales. It's head
darted back and forth gracefully, a few inches above the water as it
swam slowly past. Laura reached out to touch it, just letting her hand
brush across the cool body. She thought it unusual a snake should
enter the cold water, doubtless it wouldn't stay long, probably just
enough to get to the other side and then it would need some hours to
bring it's body temperature back up to normal.

  

But the snake surprised her, turning as it felt the woman's caress,
and sliding it's long heavy body across Laura's. It wasn't threatening
at all, and Laura felt no fear, only surprise at such unexpected
behavior. It slide over and around one of her legs, moving between
them until the undulating length of him slipped over her sex, across
her belly and between her breasts, darting away then, avoiding her
face and continuing on. The contact had pushed Laura down slightly,
the weight of the snake was largely negated by it's buoyancy, but it
had been enough so that Laura was forced to tread water as the snake
departed.

  

Laura had also felt a small thrilling rush of adrenaline as the
serpent had moved across her body. Her flesh tingled and she felt warm
despite the chill of the water. She almost wished she'd been able to
wrap herself around that beautiful creature, feeling his smooth scaled
body writhing between her breasts, between her legs, perhaps his tail
slithering inside her sex, touching her with small delicate movements.
Laura sighed and swam to the bank of the ravine, laying herself down
upon the warm ground, shivering only slightly and not entirely from
the cold. She rubbed her sex slowly, closing her eyes and imaging the
snake as she'd seen it, as she'd felt it. She was unrestrained and
when she cried out with her orgasm the jungle around her echoed with
delight.

  

The cave entrance had been difficult to find, but Laura had done it.
The trick was to imagine the geography as it might have been hundreds,
perhaps even a thousand years before. What had erosion changed? Then
one had to imagine the most logical places for a cave entrance, either
a man-made one, or more likely, a natural cavern which the long lost
tribe had made use of. Laura stood now at the entrance of a small
hole, no larger than 4 feet around, just enough for her to wriggle
through. Her flashlight showed the small passage continued at least 20
feet or so before turning, and she hoped, expanding into a proper
cave. Crawling out of long dark holes backwards was never her idea of
fun.

  

Laura smiled as the passage did indeed widen and the walls became
smooth, no longer raw rock formed by the earth's natural forces, but
now a passage formed by human hands. There were drawings and paintings
on the walls, showing the history of the tribe. There were battles and
great events, as well as the more mundane, the little handcrafted
snapshots of daily life. Gathering berries, playing some sort of
sports, using tools and dancing, it was all here like an
archeologist's dream. Laura made mental notes and continued slowly on.
She would be back, the woman knew, after she'd delivered the urn and
collected payment, she'd be back with a real time conducting a real
dig. She'd regain her respect and show her colleagues that she was
much more than just a mercenary. Oh yes, Laura smiled, she'd have her
day in the sun.

  

The cave system was quite extensive and Laura was going slowly,
mapping it out so she wouldn't get lost. She marked the cave walls
with red chalk in places, to indicate which direction she'd been there
and noting the time. She had no accurate way to measure distance and
being lost underground was no small matter. She would need to rest
soon though, she'd been in the caves for very nearly 6 hours, and
outside the sky would already be growing dark. Laura picked a
smallish, cozy chamber with a smooth dusty floor to spend the night.
She'd been frugal with her supplies and now she was glad of it. She
used a candle, one that would burn for 8 hours at least, and turned
off her flashlight. She ate a little dried fruit and had some water,
washing down a salt tablet and some vitamins. She was excited, but
very tired as well, and she needed rest. She put her head on her
backpack and closed her eyes.

  

Laura dreamt of the snake she'd swam with the day before, but in her
dream it hadn't contented itself with swimming across her prone body.
Instead the 14 foot long serpent coiled itself gently around her body,
not to crush her like prey, but to embrace her as a lover. The
coolness of it's scaled body, dry and supple and wonderful, pressed
against her breasts, squeezing them, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
It's tongue flicked back and forth across Laura's hard nipples. The
lower portion of the snake curled between her legs, between her spread
thighs, to rub slowly across her sex, splitting her labia and teasing
her clitoris to burning attention. She surrendered herself totally to
the creature and felt, rather than saw it's smooth streamlines head
against her face, it's forked tongue now kissing her, teasing her as
it swayed hypnotically above her prone body.

  

Laura awoke with a start, flushed and breathless, finding one of her
hands inside her t-shirt, cupping her left breast and the other pushed
down to her crotch, being squeezed to her moist sex by her thighs. She
lay back, taking deep ragged breaths while her heart pumped rapidly,
closing her eyes and letting her body finish what it had started. She
wondered briefly at her recent urges, Laura had never felt such a need
before. Once in awhile she'd masturbate for pleasure, but over the
past few days, it had seemed urgent, necessary even. But before she
could explore her thoughts further her body was slipping into the
wonderful ecstasy of a deep rushing orgasm. Laura moaned and gave
herself over to it completely.

  

The passage finally opened into what had to be an antechamber of the
Temple itself. There were paintings of ceremonies, most involving
obviously pregnant woman who appeared to be birthing snakes. Laura
passed though it, marking her time and stepping into a short wide
passage until she found herself in what was by far the largest chamber
she'd found. It was the Temple of the Snake, she'd found it. Laura
looked around first, then opened her backpack, finding her camera. She
took pictures first, before she'd disturb anything she'd record the
scene. She took notes to accompany each photo, with measurements and
details that might have escaped the lens. The only thing she would be
removing this day was the urn, nothing else. But when she came back,
everything would be examined, catalogued and shipped out, back to the
University for her personal glory. It was vanity, true, but Laura was
never one to fool herself with false modesty. This was the find of a
lifetime.

  

Laura found the urn, at least she had to assume it was the urn her
employer wanted, there were no other's present. It matched the very
general and rough description she'd been given. The urn itself was
made of clay, as were all the other containers in the temple. The
Amazons had not been metal workers. It was perhaps 3 feet high and a
foot in diameter, tapering at the bottom and the cover was rounded and
sealed with woven twine and wax so that the lid was airtight and
whatever was inside had been undisturbed for untold centuries. Laura
couldn't wait to come back with her team and start the dating process.
She was guessing around the 12th century for a high end, the low end
perhaps mid 17th, it would be interesting to find out.

  

Laura decided to spend the night in the Temple itself. It was already
late by the time she'd documented the chamber and getting back out in
the morning wouldn't be too difficult, she'd left a clear trail to
follow. She ate a little more and set the urn carefully out of the way
where she wouldn't accidentally bump it if she woke up and her candle
had gone out for some reason. She lay down feeling quite happy with
herself, quite proud of her achievement.

  

In the middle of the night Laura was awoken by something, a soft
crashing sound, a cracking and then shattering that she couldn't
place. She looked around in the dim candlelight and opened her mouth
in shock as Laura aw that the urn had fallen over and fractured like a
fine china plate. Shards of it lay scattered in the dust and she
rubbed her eyes in dismay. Then Laura slowly became aware of a shape,
a long slinking form moving across the floor. It looked vaguely like
the snake she'd encountered in the pool and she stared at it's long
smooth body glided effortlessly towards her.

  

Laura was also quite surprised to find that she'd awoken naked, her
clothing scattered around her haphazardly, as if tossed away in a
feverish rush to undress. Her heart beat fiercely and her breath was
ragged and uneven. Her green eyes opened wide, staring at the shining
orbs implanted in the creatures beautiful head. It's tongue darted in
and out of it's closed mouth, flickering at her scent and luring him
closer, until his body slipped between Laura's spread legs. His head
lifted, moving between her heaving breasts and the beautiful woman
couldn't help but embrace the serpent with her arms, holding his body
to hers as she lay back, lifting her legs in the air so the body of
the thing pressed down upon her sex.

  

The head of the snake moved this way and that, rolling and twisting,
urging Laura to move with him, so he could entwine the woman in his
soft smooth coils. She felt her breasts trapped between the gently
constricting bands of serpent flesh, caressing her with it's
contractions and then releasing, moving to another grip and doing it
again. The tail of the creature seemed to have a life of it's own, a
mind independent, and it wriggled between Laura's nether lips, finding
the humid warmth of her vagina. It wriggled inside, twisting and
turning, filling her pussy with cool soothing touches that delighted
her.

  

Laura's body shuddered and poured out it's pleasure as she orgasmed
repeatedly, grasping the snake's tail, sliding it back and forth while
it dug ever deeper into her womb. The snake was all around her now,
wrapping itself this way and that, confusing the woman and bringing
her to wondrous new heights in her excitement. She found the snake
slithering from her grasp, reversing itself to the large streamlines
head was probing at her slit, working it's way inside and stretching
her soft vaginal walls so she cried out loudly, only to find the
beast's tail had somehow found her mouth, dripping with her juices,
and she sucked at it greedily. Laura gasped as the snakes tongue
flicked inside her now, the head worming it's way deeper and deeper
until it reached the soft fleshy pillow of her cervix. The magical
tongue danced across it bringing a revelation of delirious pleasure.
Laura orgasmed again, losing all sense and collapsing back to the cold
hard floor.

  

When she woke up, flushed and heaving with sweat, her pussy soaked
inside her panties and leather trousers, Laura practically screamed.
It had only been a dream, just a dream. She looked at the urn and it
was just as she'd left it. Still upright, still intact. She was still
clothed and everything was as it should be. But the dream, Laura was
gasping, trying to remember every little bit of it, every small
detail. How the snake had felt, and smelled, and tasted. She had a
very hard time falling back to sleep.

  

The trip back had been uneventful, if not a little difficult. Laura
had wrapped the urn in banana leaves, wrapped with vines and carried
it in her backpack with the flap only loosely secured over it. She
guarded it jealously on the trip back to Magria, the small city where
she finally packed it carefully and properly in a wooden crate. She
contacted her employer's attorney and made arrangements to fly to New
York, via Miami, on a private plane, chartered just for Laura and the
valuable artifact she possessed.

  

If there were any problems, it was only the dreams. They came every
night, always very similar, making love with that snake. They'd grown
longer and more detailed each night and she hadn't slept a full night
in almost a week. On the flight to New York, Laura had slept fitfully,
as once again her rest was invaded by the beast. She was thin and
exhausted when she stepped off the airplane, slipping through customs
with all the proper paperwork. The agent hadn't even wanted to see the
urn, described so exactly on her import documents. Outside a car was
waiting and Laura slipped into the backseat, leaning her elbow on the
box beside her. She hadn't let it out of her sight since she'd found
it, and wasn't about to now.

  

Laura had thought she'd be going to the attorney's offices, but the
chauffer was unable to answer her questions. He was taking her to a
high-rise in Manhatten, that was all he knew. A doorman let Laura,
asking only to see some identification. He glanced a Laura's passport
and directed her to an elevator, separate from the other two, and gave
her an envelope with Laura's name on it. Inside she found a key and it
was obviously for the elevator, since it had no buttons at all, merely
a keyhole with two positions, `Ground' and `Penthouse'. Laura shrugged
and wondered at how strange all of this was as she inserted the key,
turning it to the penthouse position.

  

A short ride later the doors opened and Laura found herself looking
into a well appointed room. There were antique chairs of European
design, fine tapestries and paintings, a large bookcase, and a crystal
chandelier to illuminate it all. A woman appeared at one of several
doorways. She was youngish, mid-twenties perhaps, and dark, with long
black hair, golden skin, and deep black eyes. She wore a simple white
shift that showed plainly the darkness of her protruding nipples and
the shadow of her dark pubic mound.

  

"Please, follow me Professor Hunter." The woman's voice was soft and
her accent was...unidentifiable, even to Laura who had spent her life
understanding people and their accents.

  

Laura walked across the room, carrying the crate in front of her with
both hands. It wasn't very heavy, about 30 pounds or so, but she
didn't dare drop it. Not now, not after coming this far. She followed
the girl through the doorway and down a short hallway, into another
room, larger and walled in completely. There were no windows, and no
lights, only candles burning along the walls. Laura stopped and
stared, the walls...they had the same paintings that she'd seen in the
Temple. It looked newer, cleaner and more vibrant, but it was the
same, she was sure. And there at the far end was a simple alter of
rough hewn stone, identical to that she'd seen in Brazil. It was a
recreation of the Temple of the Snake. Laura felt dizzy.

  

Someone had been playing a game with her, Laura thought. She thought
she'd been the first to unravel the mystery, to plumb the secrets and
find a civilization that was more myth than truth. But someone had
been there, someone who knew exactly what the place looked like.
Another archeologist had beaten her to the punch and Laura didn't
understand any of it. Her eyes threatened tears and she set the small
crate down carefully on the floor, lest she drop it. Laura balled her
hands  into fists and fought for self control.

  

"You've done very well, Professor." The young woman was speaking,
standing a few feet away and smiling. "I am Assunta."

  

"This..." Laura looked around helplessly and her voice quailed slightly.
"This is the Temple..."

  

"Yes." The woman agreed. "This is the Temple of the Snake."

  

"Who...Who found it? Who found it before me?"

  

"I don't understand." The woman said, a soft smile playing across her
full lips.

  

"You sent me for the Urn." Laura pointed at the crate, left untouched.
"I spent so much time. So much of your money and you knew!" She vented
her sudden frustration. "You knew where it was the whole time! Someone
was there! Someone else who gave you all...this." She waved her arms and
then stared at her employer, Laura's eyes full of betrayal.

  

"I...I did not know where the temple was, Professor...Laura." The woman's
voice had gone soft and soothing and she moved closer, her form
undulating beneath her thin garment. "I knew once...a long time ago, but
I'd forgotten...I'd been...sleeping."

  

"I don't understand." Laura resisted the woman's touch as Assunta's
hands reached out.

  

"I am the Priestess, in another time, another place, I was the leader
of my people." Assunta's voice was sweet and her breath was warm in
Laura's ear. She slid her arms around the exhausted archeologist,
stepping behind her and pressing her breasts to Laura's back. "I will
be the leader again, now...with your help, Laura."

  

Assunta's fingers worked at the buttons on Laura's blouse, exposing
her breasts and then shoulders and back as the mysterious woman
unclothed Laura slowly. Laura did not resist, feeling overwhelmed and
confused. She was soon undressed completely, her skin flushed and
burning beneath Assunta's fingers. The woman massaged Laura's breasts,
stroked across her tummy and down to finger her slit. Assunta kissed
Laura's ear, flicking her tongue across the professor's cheek until
Laura turned her head and found her mouth pressed to Assunta's. They
kissed a long while, sliding slowly to the floor.

  

"Who are you?" Laura whispered, laying in Assunta's arms, staring into
those deep black eyes and feeling so terribly lost.

  

"I told you, I am the Priestess." Assunta smiled and her eyes shown.
"I am the one who visits your dreams."

  

Laura closed her eyes, slipping into a restless sleep as Assunta rose
and moved to the crate, unpacking it carefully and removing the urn,
placing it with some reverence in front of the alter, the way Laura
had found it so many thousands of miles away. Laura opened her eyes,
wondering if she were dreaming or awake. She watched silently as
Assunta spoke some words in a tongue Laura had never heard before, a
dead language from a tribe that was extinct...except for Assunta.

  

"What is in the urn?" Laura asked when it seemed the other woman had
finished her prayer.

  

"It is a burial urn, it contains the remains of the first of us, the
first Priestess. It is powerful and potent magic." Assunta turned and
smiled at Laura's beautiful naked form. "I will be the father of our
tribe and you Laura, I have chosen for it's mother."

  

"I don't...I don't understand..." Laura stared at the lovely dark woman as
she began to move towards her.

  

Assunta's body moved back and forth, her breasts swaying seductively,
her smooth hips undulating. Her face was beautiful and kind and her
tongue slipped between her lips flicking at the air. Laura blinked and
her heart pounded in her ears and she couldn't breathe. Assunta was
changing, her body narrowing, growing longer, she was becoming the
creature of her dreams, the serpent who had loved Laura every night
since she'd swam the spring. It slithered now across the floor,
approaching the prone beauty without fear, without hostility and Laura
knew it's intent was to mate with her, to fill Laura's womb with it's
sperm and plant a hundred wriggling babies inside her. But that was
impossible, Laura breathed, so impossible. She held her breath,
awaiting that serpent's touch, feeling her nipples burning and her
clitoris aching for it.

  

Laura was convinced she was dreaming again, as the serpent made
bestial love to her, but this time she knew she wouldn't wake up.

  

The end

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