((Well, okay, I'll go again for now- let's figure out a posting order, hm? XD))<br/><br/><br/>"My sweet", murmured Celia through warmly narrowed eyes. "I admire your boldness, but surely even silly little you would realize that it is futile to argue with a 600-pound serpent..." She batted her eyes, and floated back near his feet. "Now, I do hope you are as tender and wriggly as you look," she chuckled, parting her lips.<br/><br/>She secured his legs with her coil to prevent the escape of the tiniest toe, and then, giggling, ran her tongue over his slightly chilly feet, tenderly winding the fork in and out between his toes, and chuckling unconcernedly when she came upon bits of lint, so flavored was everything by Terry and his sweat- oh! the sweet pale flesh of young human boy! Unable to restrain herself, her throat and belly aching so longingly with hunger, she eagerly drew his feet into her subtly warm, silken mouth, both soles fitting so comfortably within- and tastily too- her eyes rolled with pleasure. Her muscles were solid, as formidible as steel; her mouth was loose and cozy and embraced each delicate ankle like a pink pillow of silk wet down with a smooth, seductively warm slime that clung to his feet sickeningly, pleasurably, laced delicately with the scent of fine vodka.