Suylain always likes to have her next course at hand, even before she's done with the previous. They squirm so much nicer once they realize what's in store, once they get over the initial, paralyzing shock of watching her gleaming body distort nightmarishly around her meals.

Still, she's about as tender as a giant, insatiably hungry snake goddess can possibly be, somehow making every bit of what should be a terrifying process into a surreal descent into dark pleasure. Such a legendary rite is one of the many things that hold the hearts and minds of her many worshipers.

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One more part to this, coming sooner than later, I hope. :D

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