In the Shadow of a Serpent
Smelling milk in the florid bath,
besotted by the sweet scent;
slithered into the turquoise tub,
a loathsome thirsty serpent.
A delirious trance had descended upon the princess as the eunuch hummed his queer lullaby to her. Undoing her luxurious tresses, his fingers untangled the dense locks delicately; he watched her breath slowing as the rise and fall of her white breast softened. Calm descended over her lovely face as though all the troubled thoughts were erased from her mind. A painful feeling wrenched his heart that cried out for this lovelorn child of darkness. Gathering her naked limp body in his brawny arms he lowered her into the turquoise tub, pouring fresh milk and showering herbs and petals of fragrant blossoms upon her beautiful sleeping form.
The eunuchs had retreated from the bath for the princess to receive unperturbed sleep. Her graceful presence multiplied the opulence of the bath as she slept in the majestic blue vessel like a dainty blissful flower. But beauty hides a diabolic inclination deep within its blithe semblance; it lulls the angels into a complacent slumber and stirs the devil into desperate acts of mischief.
Having smelt the fresh milk sweetened by fragrant herbs and petals, the loathsome form of a vile dark serpent slithered into this quiet picture of perfection. Descending from hollow of a sandalwood tree amidst the dark foliage around the open patio, the devil lusted for the tempting potion in which the princess lay asleep. The smooth body of the pestilent asp swept over carved face of the sliver sea horse brace, slithered over the sturdy rims of stone and plunged into the luscious milky libation; its forked crimson tongue wiggling greedily as it devoured the rich fragrant nectar.
Inebriated by the calming herbs, having gratified its sinful glut, the sated ophidian bobbed in the potion as it tried to escape the enormous tub in vain. The contented beast longed for a quiet dark hollow to rest its nefarious body. Unable to leave the vessel in its drunken contentment and repulsed by the unyielding surface of the smooth stone, the serpent probed soft contours of the limp body that lay abundant in the potion. And as though to crown its evil quest like destiny would have it, the fiend violated the warm feminine pit of the sleeping princess and penetrated deep into her inner sanctum to coil its perfidious length within her unblemished virgin womb.
The all-seeing messenger of destiny smirked at the horrendous sight, as he stood stroking his black writing feather. The pleasure of a befitting revenge warmed his heart, as he reminisced the sixth night of the heiress and the loathsome worm that wriggled out of the apple he had just bitten into.
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