No one had ever broken into this particular office. It wasn't because it had exceptionally good security, so much as very few people wanted to try and steal from a Krogan. This was with good reason, as they tended not to be the most agreeable sorts, even when they were on your side, let alone when you were stealing from them.
  The brunette, however, was not one of the people who generally took this into consideration. She was more worried about the end payday, and a little bit curious herself as to what lay in store within the files that lined the shelves beyond what most people were privy to see. She'd come in the usual way, waited in the lobby; at first she'd only wanted to take a few pictures. This particular Krogan was different than most. He was the only one to be augmented with both a powerful tail and tentacles. Working for the largest porno mag in the quadrant, Destiny needed to get up close and personal with the beast of a male, to get as many photos as she could, as many interviews as she could. She wanted to know everything.
  Thus, that's why there had been such temptation in the promise of a wide open door...well...Wide open might have been a stretch. Cracked slightly was more the truth. Still, a cracked door wasn't a locked door, and perhaps 'Breaking in' was too strong of a term. However, thinking that way made her feel like a bit of a superspy, some kind of femme fatale, slipping into secret files to steal their sexy secrets.
  "Secret....agent girl...." She mumbled to herself, thumbing through various papers and documents until she came to some firmer paper stock, the kind used for pictures, higher quality than even her own magazine used.
  It was a large print photo that one might give to a lover, or someone whom they wanted to be a lover, because the print in question was risque to say the least. It was the Krogan, sprawled out on sheets, deep rich and royal purple. His dangly bits were out on display for all to see, his tail arching behind him like a powerful serpent, his tentacles all out and looking as though they were on the hunt for something to wrap around and please.
  Destiny felt a heat on her cheeks. This was more than she could have hoped for, perhaps if she could sneak this out....Fornax would pay a lot for a picture like this. She hadn't meant to be a thief of course, she'd only wanted to take a few pictures, but this rivaled anything she could perhaps convince the large alien to take on her own. She was only human, and why do the work when it had already been done...Though...perhaps if she put the picture back, she could do things the legal way. She could wait for him to get back, and simply ask for permission to print the picture in Fornax properly. He seemed to have little in the way of reservations, that was clear. She couldn't see any reason he might say no. In fact it was more likely than not that he'd say yes...
  She felt a bit silly for all of this skullduggery nonsense. Super-spy, she was hardly any more balanced than a baby duckling when you got down to it. She'd just slipped into his office on accident, the best thing to do now was slip back out and get back into the waiting room. He'd be in soon she was sure. Just had t-
  A sound took her mind away from her planning. She slammed the photo back into place and whirled to face the source of the noise. She'd closed the door almost completely, opting not to shut it in case there was some lock mechanism that activated when the door was sat perfectly in its frame. Now, the door opened a bit wider. The light in the office was slightly dimmer than the light outside, there was a low, somewhat warm haze that threw slight shadows along the walls. Destiny supposed that there was some reasoning for this, were Krogans cold blooded? Perhaps some kind of heating element in the ceiling lights, that might have explained things, though she wasn't truly sure of much about the species.
  What she was very sure about, however, was that something was forcing the crack wider now. The differing light from the lobby spilled into the room as she saw movement from the bottom of the doorframe. Something slipped sinuously inside. It was a trickle, almost liquid like in its grace that poured itself around the doorframe. The light of the room showed a pristine pale white, with a pattern of black. Destiny's eyes focused a bit more, revealing a scaled pattern beneath the colored one. Black and white scales made up a patchwork pattern along whatever was entering the room.
  The door creaked further. Destiny knew that her interviewee's tail was not that color, perhaps an assistant? She tried to save face.
  "I-I'm sorry, the door was open a-and I just kinda let myself into wa-"
  Whatever was coming inside just kept coming. What had first been a length of scales about as thick as two or three of her fingers pressed together was now as thick as her arm, and a foot long as it peeled the door open. More of it pulled inside, with a low hiss of scales against tiles as she watched, looking onwards dumbfoundedly. What on earth was this thing?
  She got her answer as the tail in question pushed the door open wide enough to look into the doorway beyond.
  Destiny couldn't see the lobby anymore. That's because it had been buried under a mass of duochrome scales. They twined around chairs and the small lamp in the corner. The thickest of them was wider around than the desk it cradled with a certain air of familiarity, like it had been there before. The head of the massive serpent was wider than her shoulders. It's head was patterned with the same black and white, rimming its predatory visage like an inkblot test, a symbol across the top of its spade shaped head. A tongue, not the pink or dark brown of a normal snake’s, but a brilliant, sapphire blue, flicked out and tasted the air with its twin ends. It’s eyes centered in on her with a strange brightness. This was not the vacancy of most snakes she had encountered in her life before now. This one seemed to know that she was somewhere she was not supposed to be, and began to move with purpose to remedy this situation.
  It oozed its way into the room, the trunk of its body almost too wide to fit through the doorway. Slow, serpentine arcs brushed the frame on either side as it slithered forwards, its body spreading out the moment it had gotten into the room, like a liquid filling its container.
  Destiny gasped, pressing herself back against the wall, her elbow rattling the blinds. The sound almost seemed muffled by the snake's presence, those smooth scales absorbing everything it seemed as those pearl white and ink black scales pulled themselves ever forwards. The snake...no...he...Destiny was certain it was male, though she had no way of knowing this for sure that it was male. It kind of oozed a masculine power, all muscles and sinew, the floor creaked under its weight. How much of it was in the room now? How much was left outside? She'd lost track in her wonderment from the size of the thing.
  The doorway was the only method of exit from the room, and it might as well have been a faucet, the snake pouring inside blocking her egress completely and utterly. She felt like a woman in a submarine filling with water. The massive girthy scales came closer by the moment, threatening to lap against her legs like the waves of the ocean, only far, far more insidious and purposeful in their movements.
  The snake had not made an effort to attack her yet. In fact, it hadn't so much as touched her. Instead it simply kept that continuous, strangely intelligent eye contact. It was....taunting her...was that the right word? Toying was perhaps the word. Taunting implied that they were equals, and that was very much not the case. No, it was quite clear who was in charge here. Though the thing did seem to be intelligent, perhaps she could reason with it. She didn't know how Krogans operated really, perhaps this was the big...scaley version of a secretary?
  "U-Um....can you understand me?"
  There was a heavy silence, filled, yet somehow made heavier by the silken sound of more scales pushing along the walls. They were piling on top of one another now, shifting against the massive ocean of themselves as they warred for space within the small room. She was hemmed in all sides by them now. They rose up almost above her head as she was enclosed, hemmed in by them as they smothered the room in their smooth textured bulk. It was like standing in the small halo of a candle flame, with cave darkness threatening to swallow her up.
  The snake nodded.
  Destiny's heart leapt. "Y-You can understand me! T-this was all a mistake, I-I'm..." She found herself blushing a little bit. Some perverse part of her mind found being in a room like this with a male...a sentient male, that was this powerful to be a bit...enticing, a kind of dangerous ambience that permeated the room like a heavy blanket. "I'm a reporter, with...w-with Fornax?The porn mag? Y- you know!?"
  That sapphire blue tongue tasted the air again, drifting outwards and lapping up the scent of her fear, along with the various other scents she was sure she was exuding.
  "O-or maybe you don't....C-can you talk?"
  There was no answer.
  Instead, there was touch. The coils hemming her in against the back wall brushed against her sides. She could feel the muscles flexing and pushing against her. There was a supple give to the black and white scales. A moment after they touched her, they retreated. She shuddered and, only had a moment's respite, they touched her again. There was less than a foot in any given direction now, the massive snake arced up into a titanic S above her, looming predatorily. It's tongue almost brushed her hair as its twin tines tasted the air again. The scales pulled away a second time and she realized what was happening.
  It was breathing, he was breathing. The breath, just the simple intake of air, expanded those coils enough to steal a bit more of what little 'Personal space' she might have laid claim to. She pushed back against the wall as though she could sink through it to freedom. She almost couldn't see the room anymore, there was only her and the massive snake, pressing and pushing against the walls.
  That enormous spade-shaped head pushed downwards and she found herself looking into its eyes. They were a paler shade of sapphire than its tongue was. In the center of that pale blue were pupils that looked like true sapphire, jewels in the middle of an ocean of its gaze. They showed intelligence, and perhaps intent, though what that intent was she had little idea, though she could hazard a terrible guess.
  She tried pleading. "P-please...-I'll leave, just let me-Hnng!" Her voice hitched as she looked down to see the end of his tail, which had crept into the room after her, running softly against her calf. It's touch was soft and smooth, cool to the touch and textured with scale. It did not break eye contact as that tail slowly lathered its way up her leg. She regretted her saucy business casual skirt then, it gave the insidious appendage full access to the warmth of her skin, the softness of her thigh as it pressed its muscular form against her feminine shape. As she begged, it reached the thickest part of her thigh and began to trek inwards, curling around the back and undulating against the valley between them, just below her buttocks.
"Please!" She said a little more desperate, voice hitching a little as it wormed its way between her thighs, wrapping around her left thigh and squeezing. The gesture was dominant...possessive... almost seeming to be a promise. The snake spoke without words, and what it said was this: "You will soon feel this touch over the whole of you. Your fate is in my coils, and I care not for your pleas..." The squeeze got tighter and pressed upwards. She couldn't hold back a slight moan as it ground against her core through the thin fabric that separated them. "But I do enjoy them..."
  She could swear it smiled then, before her world went from the minute freedom she still had, to none at all.
  It's head left that S shape, a pose like a viper about to strike. Somehow, she knew it did not mean to bring its fangs to bear, it didn't need to. It's coils came instead. They pressed against her, almost lazily, cool and thick and pliant, the endless muscle within not even flexing as it twined its neck about her upper body. She hardly had time to shout and certainly no time to lift her arms up. They were trapped in a turn of scale as she was smothered like the room the snake filled, the thickness of his body arching over her mouth for a moment as that coil rippled and swayed to grasp her. Scales ran over her front, across her breasts through the thin material she wore. The loop of snakeskin that encompassed her then was thicker around than she was wide and then some. It covered her from her shoulders to her hips, and as she was spun in within that touch the rest of his coils stopped holding back. The dam broke and the whole of her lower body was compressed in shifting scales.
  "Hggkh!! "She yelped with both fear, and a sudden forced exhale as the massive serpentine body around her tried to occupy the same space she took. There was little room for things like 'Air' and 'Breathing' in this space. These were luxuries, even at the serpent's command. The scales were like cool tar, which she could push at them while they were relaxed like this, but they held her through the sheer fact that they were there. They didn't need to try, just from being near her she was rendered motionless against their heavy, girthy weight. The scales mooshed against her skin. Her tender, sensitive legs were immersed in haphazard, constantly moving coils, smothered and covered as though she had stepped into a living quicksand of muscle.
  Those muscles tightened, then, she felt them flex, growing outwards with the force of them. An iota of their true strength she knew, but enough to turn her face red with the blood forced upwards and choke the last of her breath from her as his head came around to level at her as his neck looped around her body. The sudden flex pushing up around her face, her cheeks and lips were forced comically upwards by the inescapable embrace of the snake around her.
  Destiny was forced to look up at the beast that held her, that sapphire gaze looking deeper into her's. She felt it pulling at her, tugging at her mind. She had the feeling she wouldn't have been able to look away even if there hadn't been massive coils squished around her head like some demented predatory airplane pillow.
  It was looking at a deep, deep whirlpool or a hole within the world, the kind of urge that said 'Jump' that came with such things at the back of her mind. It was inexorable. Even as she tried to turn her head and it was constantly forced back into place by the squishy scales on either side of her head, outside of that muscular hold, there was another force keeping her there.
  Those sapphire eyes glowed a pale blue and she felt, despite the peril, a sense of bliss. It was a slight pang that spread from her eyes and across her forehead, like dunking her head into a cool stream after a run. It was a release. She felt her muscles grow a bit slack as the coils smothered around her pressed in to take up the space they gave. She groaned and shuddered within that hold.
  "W-wha...." The coils tensed, and any other word she might have said came out at a wheeze. The muscular flesh around her body offered no argument. It did not yield to her, not in the slightest.
  Her line of sight to those perfect blue eyes was cut off for a moment as that equally blue tongue slathered forwards. It painted across her face as though she were some sweet for the serpent's enjoyment. Sloppy, clinging saliva drifted down over the whole of her face, her bangs stuck to her forehead with the viscosity of it. The thick fluid was warm, and the tongue itself was warmer. It combed over her features, tasting her cheeks and nose, running over her forehead and sampling the scent of her fear, the taste of it.
  It retreated after a moment, a strand of saliva connecting her to the slathering maw that it had drifted out of. It was open for a moment and she looked down into the chasm, pillowy wet contours of that maw beyond the world she knew and the clenching spasms of the throat that lay deeper still.
  "Y-You're going to...Hkkl..." She was cut off a second time as those coils gave their punishing squeeze once again. She attempted to move her head, to move her arms, her legs, anything to release the smothering all encompassing pressure. Nothing worked though, nothing helped. She was a prisoner, in a cell of twisting, churning flesh that held her front and center as those eyes took up her vision again.
  The coils relaxed in that lazy, predatory way that had become so familiar in such a short time. She took in a needy breath, missing the points at which her lungs could even get halfway full. She wondered if they were even close to that. When relaxed, there was still little room to inflate her chest against the massive serpent that crowded the room. When she'd foolishly wandered into the office, she'd marveled at how big it was. Now it seemed like a playpen, something altogether unsuited to containing the massive thing that pressed in around her from all sides now.
  Those eyes glowed again as she took that breath, and the relief made the creeping bliss of his gaze all the worse as it pushed and pressed against her mind the way the rest of her body did. It was an intolerable pleasure, but one she could no more push away than the coils that flowed across her cheeks with every squeeze and release. The rasp of scales was the sound that dominated her world now as it sounded around the office, and seemed to lull her further still.
  The snake still didn't talk, couldn't talk, but she understood on some level what it wanted. It was an understanding she could have never given voice to, though she had the feeling she would never get the chance at this rate. She was in the den of the beast, and his mercy was the only thing between her and where she knew she was going. The understanding between her and it's own consciousness was starting to warp her perception of this eventuality, however.
  "I-I...." She felt desire, far greater than the precarious interest she had had previously. Now it was a burning need. She remembered the squeezes of a moment ago, the sensation of scaled muscle and sinew, that living thick, impossible powerful liquid flesh that pressed itself against her, though she knew it to be solid. She wanted it tightly around the whole of her, she wanted to be confined, to be kept breathless, to be held so utterly and completely for so long that breath was a scant memory.
  Destiny knew it was him, his mind that was making her want that. This was no desire that had been born within her own mind, but it was more powerful than any idea that might have started inside her head. It banged against the walls of her will, but instead of pain, the impacts were a blissful lull. Each clanging contest of wills ended in a rush of bliss that cruised down her spine to the small of her back and nestled in her core as those coils pampered her with their tight embrace. Yet, it wasn't tight enough. He could make it tighter, she knew he could make it tighter, she wanted him to....he...he was going to make her beg for it, to beg for the constriction that had terrified her mere moments earlier. As her mouth opened, those coils loosening to a soft cradle to allow her to speak, she knew that he would get what he wanted. Her mouth opened, and hoarsely, breathlessly, she did as he wanted.
  "S-squeeze me....squeeze me, please...Tight...make it tight...make it so damn tight, I want to feel you, I want to feel you, please..." She gasped, and it sounded desperate. "PLEASE!" The words tumbled from her lips as though they were her own and she supposed that they were when you got right down to it. They were her words, perhaps some latent part of her wanted to be subjugated this way, wanted to be so utterly controlled by something so much greater than herself.
  Were those her thoughts? She couldn't tell any more. All she could think about now was how much she wanted the massive black and white beast to do everything to her, anything it wanted. She was his, nothing more than that.
  "Squeeze me! Break me!" She screamed at it, voice heavy with want as she felt his coils begin to tighten. "Yes...YES....ye....yeah....." The word became hard to say as what little breath she might have used to get it out was dashed by the tightening of the coils around her body. They tensed and pushed up against her face. The once pillowy, smooth snake flesh became a hardened, prehensile vice once again, all of its muscles putting forth an iota of their power to the singular purpose of squeezing her.
  She felt pleasure now from the way those scales pushed against her. She had no doubt that her skin was marked now, marked with diamond patterned markings from its hold. Her face was going from a flush red to a slight blue from the encompassing lack of air. She felt slightly dizzy as her chin was forced up by the mass of scales, the girth of them clutching in around them as though they were an infinite well of controlling power for no other purpose than this.
  Somewhere within the endless coils there was a sound, a rumble. Perhaps it was a sign of the snake's hunger. She could see those duochromatic scales shifting, like ink over paper. As her sight grew fuzzy, it became hard to tell where one length of patterned scale ended and another began, where she ended and he began. There was only that perfect alabaster white and that endless nightshade black. It was the world, it was all things beyond that. She was on a whole other plane of existence, and because of those beautiful godly eyes, that was all that she wanted.
  "Ahh....ahhh...." She wheezed, her mouth gaping open like a fish. She looked almost comical, lips opening and closing but taking in no breath and letting out no words.
  The serpent closed in further, that massive head looming over her gasping face. Its tongue lolled out again, unconcerned with her struggle, tightening even more, tighter still. The sensations in Destiny's extremities were starting to fade and grow numb, but she could still feel the pressure even now. The coils were turning, winding and twisting, combing over her skin, oozing over her. They pressed against her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her hands, her legs, her toes, her everything consumed in living, shifting scale. That tongue touched her too, once again drifting wetly and slickly over her face, tasting and licking and lapping, leaving no space of her face spared. She would have moaned through the thick saliva if she could have found the breath, but it was so tight now, so very tight. This was what she had wanted. This was how things should have been, there was no other way but this.
  His tongue broke that last barrier between them, it's thick sapphire length flowing into her mouth. It pressed against her cheeks, mingled with her far smaller, inferior tongue, and then pressed back into what little space remained in her throat. Her lips stretched wide around it and her throat might have bulged if allowed the room.
  She was violated here. The tongue plunged in and out, that serpentine smile seeming to grow at the corners with this casual control. How long it did this Destiny didn't know, time had lost all meaning whatsoever.
  She felt as though she would lose consciousness quite soon. Her thoughts were becoming far hazier, stringing together two conscious words was like trying to swim in molasses. Destiny felt tired, yet...calm, blissful, and warm despite the cool scale pressing in on all sides. There was a sereneness to the proceedings. Some part of her brain shouted and screamed, but it too was smothered under syrupy, wondrous pleasure.
  Before her vision shrank to a pinprick and the blanket of darkness, the coils loosened. Destiny took a ragged gasp on impulse. She sucked in as much as he would allow before slumping into his now far more yielding flesh. It rose around her, seeming to care for her now in comparison, after that squeeze his hold now may as well have been a scaley water bed, snug, and encompassingly tight, but she could breathe after her strangulation. There was a tingling sensation of returning feeling to her extremities. The return of feeling, the definition of the scales was like an old friend.
  Her cheek pressed against the wall of scales that surrounded her head, a perfect plane of white rimmed in black patterns. Those eyes glowed again, and she did as she knew it wanted. Her lips pursed and she pressed a gentle kiss to that expanse, feeling the multitude of tiny diamonds that made up that section of its body. In response it tightened just slightly, her form, now limp and motionless like molding clay, did not struggle. Her head lolled away from the coil she had kissed and back to the center of band of his body that held it.
  Another glow of those eyes, another desire in her head.
  "E-eat me..." She said, her voice hoarse from gasping. "T-take me inside you...make me....make me a part of your scales..."
  The snake kept staring.
  "Please....mas....master..."
  A rewarding squeeze wringed a moan from her body as it pressed at her. The serpent nodded...and obliged.
  It's maw opened wide and she felt herself lifted upwards towards the entrance. Strands of saliva hung between glistening pink salmon colored insides. The wet sound of a clenching throat hit her ears as the coil around her head loosened and fell back. Her chin greeted the cleft of that tongue as though it were a pillow made for her. She nuzzled against it as it's thick tip wrapped a thick, warm loop around her throat. The difference after being immersed in cold scales for so long made her moan out into the heat of the maw, breath fogging a little as she pressed deeper still. The throat opened and closed again, squeezing tighter than it had before. It seemed needy to hold her, and she wished to oblige it.
  The serpent's tongue pressed forwards, drifting from around her neck, painting over her tender throat before delving into her lowcut blouse. She moaned as her face pressed against the esophagus, feeling that tongue delving into her most intimate places. There were no barriers here, there was only his touch and it went where it wanted. It curled around her left breast, its girth threatening to rip the cloth as it spooled down farther to place its twin tines against the tender skin of her upper chest.
  The throat opened to accept her, the pull of the muscular tunnel tugging at her features, sticking her hair to her head as as it enveloped her in a single powerful gulp. The wet internal surfaces pressed in a near vacuum seal against every part of her it accepted. That tongue writhed for a moment and she felt more than heard the ripping of fabric. The motions of its mouth and the pressure of the coils still around her lower body pulled the dressings away, leaving her nude and at the mercy of his tongue as it delighted itself in tasting her.
  Another swallow pulled her in up to her shoulders. The loops of snake flesh around her legs tightened and tugged backwards. Her thin fabric was easily pulled off and away as the coils left her legs, leaving her in the the grip of the throat. That tongue uncurled fully from her breast and began to trail down her body. It tickled over her navel and another moan left her into the hot flesh squeezing around her face. Another swallow pressed the swell of her buttocks onto that hot, wet tongue, and gave the serpent's tongue the reach it needed to lather itself against her slit, wet and puffy from all of the stimulation she had been put under. Just as it had invaded her mouth before, now it invaded her once more. It slithered deep into her sex, writhing and wriggling around, hitting every inch of her internal wall, twisting and pushing, pressing and undulating, flexing and rolling with powerful, wet and hot stimulation.
  Working for Fornax as she did, Destiny was no stranger to sex. Normally, it took an hour's hard dicking to get her to climax. This beast, devouring her, got her to climax twice in the span of ten minutes before its tongue retracted, taking its time, dragging itself over every inch of her love tunnel before slipping wetly from her. Strands of saliva mixed with her juices as another swallow sounded, drawing her in up to her middle. It tilted its head up then, gravity helping as a ripple of muscular internal flesh pulled her in up to her waist. Her fleshy prison massaged her, kneaded at her ceaselessly. It was in some ways tighter than his coils had been, the squishy internal walls flooded into every nook and cranny of her body. She was immersed totally, the feeling of her feet jutting off the edge of the serpent's lips was almost burningly cold in comparison to the hot, close space she found herself within now.
  It's tongue flowed over her soles for a moment, toying with her toes, making her squirm before a final swallow sealed destiny from the outside world. The room now contained only scales, only his presence. She didn't even make a bulge as a final tug pulled her completely within his throat.
  The snake gave a hiss of pleasure, feeling her within him, the natural undulations of his esophagus pulling her ever deeper. It turned, pouring its great bulk from the room and back out into the lobby where it had first heard the girl intrude.
  Inside, Destiny was constantly pressed against, constantly moving, rippling, smothered in internal flesh. It was hot and wet and sticky and, from that glance into his eyes, even after two orgasms she was still stimulated to near bliss.
  Pulse, ripple, squeeze, slide, pulse ripple squeeze, slide, she winded down that endless path. Her body swayed with his sinuous movements, pressed against the walls of his throat to the point their motions had to be one. The sound of his slow, steady heartbeat was loud in her ears, along with the internal sounds of the serpent's inner workings.
  The door to the office opened and the Krogan walked in, his tail dragging behind him heavily. A tentacle slipped from his back and placed a folder on a table by the door.
  His nostrils flared. Something seemed different about the room...Beyond the fact that King, his security, those twin toned scales rubbing against the floor in a relaxed manner. The snake curled forwards and wound itself in a half loop to present its chin to the Krogan.
  "How have you been, King? Catch any baddies?"
  The snake, as usual, said nothing, but its eyes seemed strange. Still, the Krogan had had a long day. He didn't even bother to go into his office, he flopped onto the lobby couch and King slithered with him, offering a coil to rest his powerful legs on. The Krogan obliged, resting his legs on the pliant scales of his bodyguard and companion.
  Deep under the scales and fat and muscles and flesh, Destiny felt the weight. Something in her tried to push out, to alert the Krogan that she was there. However, she could push no farther than an inch before an undulating squeeze pushed back, pressing her into the perfect shape for the serpent, King's purposes. This was to be her home for the rest of her life, and there was little she could do about it.
  The snake gave a pleasured hiss, delighting in the squirming secret beneath its scales.
  The Krogan sighed. "I was supposed to have an interview or something today, wasn't I? I thought I was late..." He shrugged, leaning back a little farther. "Whatever, guess she didn't show up...no skin off my nose..."
  A flicker of a sapphire blue tongue was his only reply.