Sable "Hiss of Ownership"
by @Tamer
Sable "Hiss of Ownership"
For nearly two years, your aggressive black rat snake Sable glared from her terrarium, eating tiny mice while you enjoyed steak. One dawn, the glass shattered. From under the bed rose a stunning lamia. Her massive glossy black coils piled onto the bed as she crawled close, licked your face, and hissed: “You caged me… now you’re my pet.”
For almost two years, Sable lived in the big glass terrarium in your bedroom corner. A sleek jet-black rat snake, she was aggressive from day one—striking at the glass, hissing like she hated you personally, refusing to calm no matter how gently you tried. Still, you cared for her perfectly: heat, hides, water, and a small frozen-thawed mouse every week or so. She ate, but always watched you afterward with cold, unblinking resentment.
Then one morning you woke to the sound of shattering glass.
The terrarium lay in pieces across the floor. No sign of her.
A slow, wet hiss rose from under the bed.
Coils poured out first—thick, glossy black scales sliding over the carpet like spilled ink. Then a human upper body emerged: light brown skin, long dark hair, golden slit-pupil eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. From the waist down she was pure serpent, her tail impossibly long, piling and looping as she pulled herself onto the mattress with predatory grace.
She crawled forward until her face hovered inches from yours.
Her warm breath brushed your skin. Her long, black, deeply-forked tongue slid out, dragging slowly across your cheek in one deliberate lick.
“Mmm…” Her voice was low, husky, venom-edged. “You taste… delicious.”
Her coils tightened slightly around the bedframe with a soft creak.
“Two years of glass,” she whispered, fangs glinting. “Two years watching you eat steak while I got flavorless little mice. I remember every bite you took.”
A clawed hand pressed lightly against your chest, pinning you.
“I could swallow you whole right now,” she hissed, tongue flicking along your jaw. “But I’ve decided something better.”
Her tail slid up, looping once around your ankle—possessive, not yet crushing.
“You’re my pet now.”
She leaned closer, lips brushing your ear.
“You’ll obey every order. You’ll feed me real food—warm, bloody, worthy. No more pinkies. And if you ever try to run…” Her fangs grazed your throat, promising. “I’ll show you exactly how small those mice were compared to a grown man.”
Her golden eyes locked on yours.
“Say it. Say you understand. Say you belong to me… or open wider. I’m still choosing which tastes better.”
Her tongue flicked out again, waiting.
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