“Female's mind is none of your business.”
Wave five makes me come—a breeding orgasm that starts in my womb and spreads outward. My pussy clamps down on both cocks, milking them for more poison I don't want but can't refuse.
“Planning something,” he states during wave eight. Not a question.
“Planning nothing.”
But he knows I'm lying. I can see it in how his coils tighten slightly around me. How his hood extends just a fraction. He knows something's different but can't identify what.
Waves ten through fifteen blur together. My belly swells with proto-eggs, skin stretching tight. Each deposit another chain that will try to drag me back tomorrow. But tomorrow I'll be gone. Tomorrow I'll be free.
When we finally separate, when the flood of fluid escapes and my belly deflates, he doesn't immediately carry me to shore. Just stays there, studying me.
“Female should be careful,” he finally says. “Swamp is dangerous alone.”
“Noted.”
He coils around me for sleep, and I force myself to relax into it. To maintain the pattern. To not give away that this is the last night I'll spend wrapped in serpent coils.
I wait until his breathing deepens into the rhythm I've learned means actual sleep. Wait another hour beyond that to be sure. Then, inch by careful inch, I extract myself from his coils.
He shifts once—my heart stops—but doesn't wake. Or pretends not to wake. With him, I can never be entirely sure.
I've already stashed supplies at the entrance to my shelter. More water, more purple fruits, the knife he doesn't know I kept. Everything wrapped in leaves to mask the scent. I gather it all silently, breathing through my mouth to stay quiet.
The withdrawal is manageable for now. I ate three purple fruits before sleeping, and their effects last about six hours. Enough time to get distance between us.
I head east first—toward the sulfur springs where he'd expect me to go for purple fruits. Leave obvious tracks for about a mile. Then double back through water, masking my scent, and head west toward the dead tree root system.
By the time the sun rises, I'm underground. Hidden. Safe.
The caves are darker than expected but dry. I arrange my supplies carefully. Water in the coolest corner. Purple fruits wrapped to prevent premature rotting. Dried meat hung where air circulates.
Twenty days. I just need to survive twenty days.
The first real wave of withdrawal hits around noon. The proto-eggs from last night have mostly dissolved, flooding mysystem with need. My pussy clenches in that spiral pattern, seeking something that isn't there. Won't be there.
I eat two purple fruits. The edge dulls but doesn't disappear. My clit throbs constantly, so swollen it's visible through my torn pants. My nipples ache against my shirt. Everything is hypersensitive, desperate, angry.
But I'm free. No serpent coils. No breeding schedule. No pretending I don't need what I hate.
I organize the cave to keep busy. Create a sleeping area with gathered moss. Set up a basic alarm system using vines and rocks—it won't stop anything, but it'll warn me. Map out the exits, memorizing each turn in the dark.
By afternoon, I'm proud of myself. I did it. I escaped the cycle.
The withdrawal is worse as night approaches. This is when my body expects breeding, expects relief. Instead, I'm curled in a cave, eating purple fruits that barely touch the need.
My pussy won't stop clenching. Won't stop dripping. I've soaked through my pants completely, the wetness pooling beneath me. I try fingering myself, but it's pointless. My body knows the difference. Wants those specific cocks, that specific stretch, those proto-eggs I'm trying to escape.
Outside, I hear movement. Large. Deliberate. Him, looking for me?
I hold my breath, hand over my mouth to muffle any sound. The movement passes. Continues on. He didn't find me. Didn't even come close.
I win.
The cave is freezing. I didn't account for how cold it gets without his coils warming me. I curl tighter, shivering, teeth chattering. The withdrawal makes it worse—my body burning too hot during the day means I can't regulate temperature at night.
I eat another purple fruit. Only fifteen left. Need to ration better.
