Encountering a Snake - Chapter 35

Extra: A Pool of Spring Water Reflecting Pear Blossoms②

TW – Bestiality

Liu Yan closed his eyes. Even though he was prepared to surrender himself completely, his entire body was still so tense with nerves that he couldn’t relax. His hands gripped the cold snake body wrapped around him, trying to hold on tightly but finding no purchase—the snake’s smooth scales were perfectly arranged, leaving no place for his hands to grasp. When they were close before, he had grown used to holding onto Yi Mo, his palms pressing firmly against Yi Mo’s skin, his fingers feeling every motion of his muscles. Now that this habitual sense of control was gone, he felt even more at a loss.

How could such a thing happen? How had he allowed such a thing to happen? Liu Yan panicked as he thought about it, but his hands instinctively tightened their grip on the snake’s body. The sensation was completely foreign—there were no taut muscles or smooth skin, no icy yet resilient touch; it was truly a snake. And this enormous snake was now coiling around him, and soon he would accept it into his body like a mother snake, mating with it.

Just the thought of it made Liu Yan’s heart pound. His face burned uncontrollably, as if his blood had turned into boiling water in a furnace.

Yi Mo licked his face, knowing that he was afraid. But even so, Yi Mo had no intention of stopping, and he absolutely would not stop. The moist tip of his tongue slid over Liu Yan’s skin, leaving behind his scent. Like a fierce beast marking its territory, Yi Mo carefully imprinted his scent on every part of Liu Yan.

He was a snake. A hunter that prowled the jungle, carrying lethal poison, feared by nearly all animals. Even predators had to be cautious when confronting him. But now, Yi Mo had retracted his fangs and his wild nature, using only the softness of his tongue to lick this person. To Yi Mo, this person was incredibly important, and so he acted with great care.

Something important—something irreplaceable and unique.

The subtle shift of Yi Mo’s fine scales, as he tightened his coils, brushed harshly over Liu Yan’s stiff nipples. Liu Yan let out a muffled groan, the pain from the blade-like scales making him instinctively arch his back. When the same scales brushed over him a second time, it felt intentional. Yet he was powerless to resist. Soon, his nipples were swollen and red like ripened fruit, even faintly marked with blood.

Liu Yan hissed softly, trembling from the strange pleasure that accompanied the pain. This insignificant yet undeniably intense pain deepened his realization—he was embracing a venomous snake. He opened his eyes and met Yi Mo’s gaze, the sinister triangular head staring motionlessly at him, as though it intended to swallow him whole.

Liu Yan narrowed his eyes. The terrifying scene created a strange sense of fascination within him. The thick snake body bent into elegant curves no matter how it moved, made vibrant and alive by the soul named Yi Mo that resided within. He had never imagined he would mate with a poisonous snake, but when it finally happened, he suddenly understood its beauty. The pain and blood only enhanced that beauty, like a beast with raw flesh still clinging to its fangs. They embraced and tore at each other, the disparity in strength making Liu Yan acutely aware that he could be ripped apart at any moment. Yet there was a sharp exhilaration to it, like dancing on the edge of a blade—bloody, yet intoxicating.

Every man harbored a bloodthirsty instinct deep in his heart. The weak would tremble and wail, while the strong dared to embrace the knife.

The ever-present sense of danger, so close to death, excited Liu Yan. His mind roared, and his body burned.

“Yi Mo.” His breathing was ragged, his voice hoarse. His heated body rubbed against the snake’s cold scales, his lower body aching and swollen, pressing provocatively against the snake’s belly as he writhed his hips. He even lifted his head to press his lips against the snake’s mouth.

Soft and hard, cold and hot—the extremes collided, and Yi Mo too was bewildered. His serpent tongue tangled in Liu Yan’s mouth, as waves of possession and conquest flooded his mind uncontrollably. The thick, monstrous base of his length rubbed against Liu Yan’s thighs, occasionally grazing his entrance, as though threatening to penetrate and claim him completely. Yet he held back, unwilling to be reckless. The firm tip of Yi Mo’s member pressed against Liu Yan’s wet and warm entrance, teasing it open bit by bit. The tight, sensitive opening seemed to greedily pull at him, as though eager to swallow him whole.

“Yi Mo…” Liu Yan’s eyes were red at the corners, his body arching like a taut bowstring, ready to snap as he welcomed the imposing length. His broken, breathless moans carried his pleading words: “Come in.”

There was a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his expression dazed. What he had previously feared had now become something he desperately craved. And Yi Mo, the cause of all this, was gradually losing control.

Yi Mo sensed this but made no effort to resist—he couldn’t resist, and he didn’t want to. This was exactly what he wanted to do.

Fixing his gaze on Liu Yan’s face, Yi Mo pressed himself firmly against the slightly loosened entrance, inch by inch, pushing his massive length into him slowly yet resolutely.

Liu Yan’s face lost all color, turning pale as though he were enduring torture. He held his breath under the agony, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His limbs trembled violently, like a butterfly pinned to a board—shaking, yet not resisting. The one inflicting this pain was someone he could not refuse. Even if it shattered him to pieces, he was willing to endure.

A faint, sweet scent of blood lingered in the air. The sensation of being torn apart caused Liu Yan’s dark eyes to briefly lose focus. Finally, he felt the cold scales of Yi Mo pressed firmly against his buttocks. The icy sensation startled him awake, and he gasped for air as though he had narrowly escaped death.

“All of it is inside,” Yi Mo said, but he didn’t move. Then, his upper body transformed back into his human form. Seeming to feel a hint of pity, he embraced Liu Yan, lowering his head to kiss his cheek. He bit at Liu Yan’s lips, sucking and licking for a moment before moving down to his neck. The wet trail of his tongue spread across Liu Yan’s collarbone, leaving purplish bruises in its wake. He continued downward to Liu Yan’s swollen nipples, the pale skin around them marked with vivid red, impossible to ignore. Yi Mo took the sensitive, swollen flesh into his mouth, pressing and rolling it with his tongue. The bruised nipples, tormented by Yi Mo’s scales earlier, were excruciatingly sensitive. Each lick sent tremors through Liu Yan’s body, as though the torn entrance inside him was regaining sensation—clenching and unclenching around the invader lodged deep within him.

Dazed, Liu Yan lifted his arms naturally to hold Yi Mo’s head against his chest, letting out a sound that was almost a sigh. Yi Mo’s heart softened, and his tongue circled and teased the hardened nipple, as if trying to coax pleasure from it to offset the pain.

“Ah…” Liu Yan moaned when Yi Mo bit down lightly, his body arching again to squeeze tightly around the foreign length inside him. The sharp shape of Yi Mo’s barbed member became unmistakably clear, yet the pain that followed quickly dissolved into an unbearable itch that spread throughout Liu Yan’s body.

Hearing the sound, Yi Mo began to move. The barbed member withdrew slightly before slamming back in, making Liu Yan’s body tremble violently in his arms, his black hair scattering across the pillow in disarray.

“Does it still hurt?” Yi Mo asked.

A deep blush spread across Liu Yan’s face. He shook his head and murmured in a daze, “It doesn’t hurt anymore… it’s strange.”

“What’s strange?” Yi Mo asked, lifting Liu Yan’s waist as he gripped his buttocks tightly, thrusting deeper with each motion. The sensation of being completely surrounded made Yi Mo’s mind foggy. He continued pressing him: “Isn’t it itching there?”

Liu Yan’s face burned with shame as he clutched Yi Mo’s back. The pain on Yi Mo’s back only made him thrust harder, each movement accompanied by the sharp sound of scales smacking against Liu Yan’s buttocks.

The friction of their union produced wet, sticky sounds. It was unclear whether it was blood, remnants of last night’s fluids, or melted oils, but it seeped down Liu Yan’s thighs, soaking into the bedding.

“Isn’t it itching?” Yi Mo bit at his earlobe, his tongue probing inside as he continued to press him for an answer.

Embarrassed, Liu Yan kicked his legs weakly. Yi Mo grabbed his ankles, lifted both of Liu Yan’s legs onto his shoulders, and pulled him into his embrace. Liu Yan was now suspended in the air, his knees pressing against his chest, his body bent almost to the breaking point. The deep intrusion struck something inside him, making Liu Yan whimper helplessly. Yi Mo, relentless, asked again, “Does this stop the itching?”

“Ah…” Liu Yan dug his fingers into Yi Mo’s shoulders, tears streaming down as he whimpered in confusion, “It hurts.”

“Does it hurt or itch?” Yi Mo panted uncontrollably, his snake tail moving even more ferociously, thrusting out a few inches only to impatiently plunge back in, grinding and churning. The strange barbs rubbed repeatedly against the inner walls, as though grinding flesh, finally pushing Liu Yan to cry aloud. He admitted honestly, “It itches,” then propped himself against Yi Mo’s shoulder, saying with aggrieved softness, “My legs hurt.”

He was nearly folded in half, held tightly in Yi Mo’s arms, his legs pinned between their bodies. This position stretched his muscles to their limit, and combined with such ruthless movements, the pain was hardly surprising.

But it wasn’t unbearable. Somehow, with a mind clouded by indulgence, he just wanted to act spoiled, to let Yi Mo know that he hurt.

His tearful, pitiful expression made something explode in Yi Mo’s mind. Knowing Liu Yan’s limits, he didn’t immediately let go. Instead, he leaned in, kissed his lips, and coaxed softly, “Call me ‘husband.’”

Liu Yan glared at him, then after a moment pressed his forehead forward, whispered against Yi Mo’s lips, “Husband, my legs hurt.”

Yi Mo’s hands gripped his soft buttocks tightly, kneading the plump flesh fiercely, rubbing it until it turned red and hot. Only then did he let Liu Yan down, allowing his legs to wrap around Yi Mo’s waist. His voice, hoarse beyond recognition, rumbled deeply:

“Be good, my love. Hold on tight, and your husband will take good care of you.”