The Nemesis Hex

Seifer had the scent on his nose for miles now. It was driving him insane. Like a shark sniffing blood in the water, the closer he got to it, the hungrier and more ravaged he became. He knew the scent well. It was almost like a pheromone. Sweet. Ambrosial even. Only those like him got to smell such a heavenly scent. Demons. Monsters. It led those straight to it.

The Nemesis Hex.

Someone was cursed by it. A young woman. He could smell it so well that he could almost make out her shape, even though he wasn't nearly close enough to see her in this forest. He knew her exact location, and he'd been to the place before. A pub. A place for weary travelers to rest and recoup during tough travels. Who knew where this girl was headed. He didn't care. He wondered what the heck she was doing in such a forest with this kind of curse upon her. She'd attract all sorts of beings.

It mattered not. None of them could match Seifer. She'd be his meal. He couldn't resist the hex himself. And with his jaw agape, almost drooling, his chest huffing and puffing from frenzied hunger, he finally spotted the pub, lights dancing inside. She was there. And she'd soon be his.

He made his way down the hill, rushing, letting out almost feral growls. He had to feed.

Misao sits in the bar, leaning somewhat over the bar table as she drank more of her wine. It was to be honest, her fifth bottle. Her large pretty green eyes glanced over to the half empty bottle, her flushed drunken features glaring at it up and down as she sat there. The alcohol helped calm her nerves down, especially in this pub and her hex. So far she was fine, only a couple ass grabs and stares which was normal for some--but she was waiting, almost expecting one of the enraged drunks to look her way and prepare for their attack. She was almost sure of it, because her Hexed state never slept. The Nemesis Hex which she had survived with for the past five years never takes a night off, and is always guaranteed to bring the rapist out of the seemingly ordinary being, or the inner killer of the usually calm and collected individual. "Heh...kittens become lions... I cannot even pet one." she says in a half drunken matter, taking another swig.

She half turns to one of the men who were staring at her chest, then again her breasts were quite hard to miss in her Gothic Lolita outfit, her right breast in general was pressed up ontop of the bar table she was leaning against; the bartender himself was also getting a free show of her voluminous cleavage. She hiccups again, half closing her eyes and leaned against her arm, glancing quickly back at the man who was staring at her. "Is it him..." she then looks to the bar tender. "Or him..." she then looks to the man in the corner of the room sharpening his knife. "...or is it him?" she closed her eyes and sighed. It was almost about time she thought it best to leave, before she would get too drunk to notice that she was under attack. She brings the bottle to her lips, leaning her head back as she drank large mouthfuls of tasteful Scardian Wine, gulp after gulp, bulges travelling down her neck with each continuous slurp, before the lip of the bottle became dry for the soft luscious lips of her mouth, registering to her that it was empty. She lets out a small gasp as she slams the bottle's bottom against the table. She begins to stand. "Thank you for the drink.." she says, her boobs bouncing as she lifted herself from her seat. She reached into her purse, pulling out a few Gilex and sets it upon the counter.

Seifer made it to the door of the pub. The fragrant aroma of the hex was almost too much for him to contain at this point. Normally he shape-shifted at will, into any creature he could imagine, but the curse put him into overdrive. He was having trouble keeping his primal urges down, as not to completely lose control and transform into any old thing at a random moment, possibly obliterating the pub and his meal. He had the power to do that. Eviscerate her by accident. No, he wanted to savor her, and for that he needed control.

The hex made both his human instinct desire her sexually, and his animal instinct to desire her hungrily. He wasn't sure which would come first, or if they'd come together, or what. All he knew was that she was paying the bartender, that she was drunk, and his senses told him that everyone in the bar was eying up his meal.

The moment she walked out that door, he'd have to grab her and pull her away into the solitude of the woods. Someone would be sure to follow. He couldn't let anyone else have her. So when the hinges creaked open and he heard her hiccup, he wrapped his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming, his other arm around her waist, and whisked her away, the door shutting quietly behind her.

She was not even halfway out the door when thought she felt a large warm hand wrap around her. Her semi-closed eyes suddenly flashed as her head was jerked back--her back forced against someone's thick and chiseled chest. Her right cheek of her buttocks bumped into something that was stiff and rather erect and instantly labelled her assailant as a male. Despite her drunkiness she still screamed, though a bit muffled under his big strong hands, his other arm had been wrapped tightly around her as he tried to sweep her 5'9 frame off the ground. She was tall for a woman, but she didn't really have the weight to effectively knock him away from her--well at least it would be easier if she was another fifty pounds or so. She sucks in her bobbing chest and tries swinging an elbow into her attacker's chest as he got halfway between the clearing and the edge of the woods. Since she also had an opportunity she bit down upon his hand with a high pitched grunt, still screaming bloody murder as he dragged her off, hoping that her bite might change the tide, allow her an opening to gain attention from any of the Neanderthals inside the pub, perhaps they would fight over her..and in the confusion she would make her drunken escape. "Oh God... he plans to take advantage of me in a worse way, someone better come out here and help me!" her mind screamed, while in unison her physical body screamed and scratched at her attackers arms and hands, trying to pry off his arms, her pearly teeth still sinking into his rough flesh.

The pub disappeared behind the thick foliage and darkness of the forest as Seifer hoisted away his prey. Her gnawing at his hand felt like meager tickles, her elbow into his chest he could barely feel. Being right at the source of the hex made him even stronger than he already was. It was adrenaline times a thousand. Her cries were music to his ears, and as he continued to drag her away, his hand molested her body, massaging and ravaging her voluptuous breasts, even reaching down between her legs to carry her from her most sensitive region.

He could smell her sweat, he could smell her fear. But most importantly he could smell the hex and it was almost paralyzingly intoxicating. Seifer couldn't take it anymore. Deciding he was far enough away from the pub, he tossed the girl onto the ground and took a good look at her. She was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen, and he wasn't sure if it was the hex talking or not, but he didn't care. "You...are going to be the most delicious meal I've ever had."

His eyes turned a glowing yellow, the pupils turning into black slits, and he pounced upon her, pulling down the cloth that was already barely covering her breasts and letting the mounds fall free. He pinned her arms down and a long, snake like tongue wrapped all around the fleshy orbs, particularly underneath one, where the invisible brand of the hex was. That's where it tasted the best. "The nemesissss hexxxxx..." Seifer hissed.

Misao muffled screams became even more high pitched as his hands reached up for her breasts, feeling their lithe warmth in his groping hands, catching a few patches where her pink nipples embossed her frilly corset. She wiggled her body as he carried her, her screams intensifying as he reached down and placed his fingers between her second pair of lips, lips behind a black and pink side tie thong. Her green eyes widened and her bite would have taken off his finger if it had been in her mouth. "Oh my God...he's actually going to get away with this-if only I could reach my purse!" her mind screamed, her vision blurry as well due to her drunkenness. She began to sweat and it also began to rain- softly but the cold prickles against her warm skin felt like individual cactus needles puncturing her flesh. He continued to hold her womanhood in his rough hand while the other raised upwards, causing her voluminous breasts to rise, almost painfully. "I can't believe this is happening!" she whined, her screaming words only a muffled indistinguishable sentence. As her long pantyhose clad legs was carried through the tangles and brush of the woods, scraping against the sides of bushes and tearing at some areas up the length of her leg, she began to realize she was in much more serious problems. "Fuck, oh fuck.." her inner thoughts screamed again.

Suddenly he throws her onto her back, the force of the blow was almost powerful enough to sprain her back and had effectively knocked the wind out of her; her large breasts bobbing healthily as she hits the ground. Her eyes shut tightly as she cringed, bearing her small blood smeared pearly teeth as she lay there in her dizzy almost helpless state. One of her beautiful emerald eyes, eyes she inherited from her mother and shared with her sisters with the exception of Rin-Rin, looked up at the man. The man was about 6' or so, possibly; she had a hard time estimating since there was three of him; either due to her alcohol intake or the power sapping judo throw he performed on her. He was also quite handsome, if not for the crazed look in his face and the way his blond hair was slicked back-making him look almost like a human feral dog.

She curled her legs, bringing them closer towards her bobbing chest and crossed them so he would not be able to look up her skirt. Her other eye slowly opened, her head just barely lifting off the ground as a wave of dizziness swept over her, sending her head against the ground again. "D-dammit..." she whined, her voice hoarse with her lungs still emptied of their oxygen. Her ponytail curled with the leaves and branch bits that were behind her.

"You...are going to be the most delicious meal I've ever had."

Its then she looks at his eyes and sees them flash a golden yellow, his black pupils slitting and becoming reptilian like. Her mouth gaping slightly. "Wha-" but then he pounced onto her, causing her to squeal with anguish, just as he pulls down her blouse and she could feel her underboob which was warm within her corset become exposed to the open air and the trickling rain. She let out a disgusted scream. "What the hell are you doing?! Stop it!" she cried, bringing up one of two of her black lacy fingerless gloved hands, to dig her manicured nails deep into the flesh of his face; but it was then she felt his rough hands grab her wrists, pinning them down upon the wet grass. She stutters in fear, her eyelids fluttering, her pink lips trembling as he looks at her with those predatory eyes. Although she was sure he couldn't see it, her Hex mark was glowing bright red under her exposed breast, illuminating her attacker with menacing lighting effects. She let out a high pitched scream, kicking her legs that were under him and flailing ineffectively behind him as he lay upon her lower abdomen. Her heeled knee high leather boots dug into the stiff earth, she didn't have the required strength to dig into it, even despite the light rain.

Even as his long forked tongue slipped out and encircled her breasts, wrapping around one pulling it back and then letting it drop with another healthy bounce before going to her left breast which the hex glowed. She was sure he didn't see it, but he was compelled to lick the glowing hex-which flashed yellow each time he glazed his tongue over the revolving, moving spot. She felt her stomach lurch, and then stiffen; her lower gut squeezed into a tight ball as she let out a terrified scream as he hissed the words:

'Nemesis Hex'.

Seifer relished in the tastes of the girl's breasts in his mouth, but as voluminous as they were, they weren't enough. He needed all of her. The hex compelled him to consume her in her entirety, against her will, devouring her body and her fear, using her as sustenance. He devoured women all the time, but not like this. Devouring her would be the equivalent of the greatest orgasm he'd ever had. Her flailing, struggling, and crying made it all the more tantalizing.

As he felt the rain come down upon him, and gazed down upon his victim, she was slowly starting to glisten from wetness, both from the rain and from sweat. His transformation continued, his hands turning into scaly claws that tore off her blouse and skirt without regard, shredding them to tiny pieces. The woman was left in the moist dirt, bruised, cut, dirty, wearing nothing but a tiny thong and her black boots, shivering from fright and cold. Her massive breasts fell to her sides, wobbling with eat struggle, and Seifer watched as her eyes widened with his continuing transformation.

Tearing out of his own clothes, he began to grow, and his skin turned to a muddy green, its smoothness replaced with shimmering scaled. A snout protruded from his face and his head became that of an enormous serpent. His size continued to grow, much larger than his human self, unfathomably large. His legs fused together, then his arms, all becoming one long writhing coil. When the transformation was complete, raised over her was a serpent at least forty feet long, its head wide enough to devour the young lady whole with little to no effort. It hissed at her, allowing her to see deeply into the fleshy chasm and undulating throat that Seifer so wished to take her. It flicked its tongue, taking it more of that luscious scent from the hex, and began to circle her so she could not even think to escape.

His coils were so large that he could only wrap around her once, which the encircling threatened to do, and once he had her, he had no intention of squeezing her to death. No, he wanted her alive and writhing. So once he had her waist and legs confined tightly within his grasp, her breasts resting on the coils, he began to lower his gaping maw toward this holy grail of a meal.

She let out squeals of distress with each lick and suck he made upon her breasts which were being covered in slime due to his invading tongue. She wiggled and writhed beneath him, her shoulders raising but her arms remained pinned under his strong grasp. Those lithe breasts were becoming cold as the rain came down upon them, though with him shielding her mostly from the rain, keeping her dry with the exception of the areas his probing tongue had licked or glazed. "What the fuck are you?! Some sort of beast-kin?!" she exclaimed, her tone slurred by her intoxication yet. Her face was blushed from the alcohol and the humility, making her appear cherry faced to an extent. Her flashing green eyes gleamed brightly, her hex mark becoming a brighter red-focusing more energy into the man. She watched in horror as his arms grew thick, becoming large and muscular with green shimmering scales; his fingers becoming sharp dagger-like claws.

It was then that he let her go, "Now go!" her mind screamed, but she could hardly use this moment to escape as her back is then thrown against the ground again. His double claws swiped at her chest, causing the woman's wide eyes to shut tightly as she bellowed out another ear piercing scream. She felt the sharp nails cut through her thick layers of garments, the nails of the claws digging into her flesh but these small wounds were cat scratches thanks to the thickness of her clothing--the way he frenzied she was sure he would have gored right into her the way he swiped, the Hex's energy was too great for him for restraint. She struggled, her breasts bobbing freshly at her sides as he tore into her garments and scattered them about like doilies.

She slowly opened her eyes when she felt the cool, watery wind rush past her exposed flesh her body instinctively curling into a tight ball for warmth. Her nylons with their tears, her pink and black side tie thong as well as her knee high leather boots, her lacy gloves and her lace choker with the gem in the middle were all that remained of her rather warm outfit. Her cross shaped earrings danced and twined beneath her lobes, her large green eyes darting up to meet those of the slowly evolving abomination. They widened with fear, her body unable to do anything complex such as running as she trembled with fear and the cold; her sticky breasts which trailed with saliva between them bounced and the cool air and rain made her nipples harden, becoming an almost purplish pink. The small scratches upon her chest and abdomen were rather superficial, not drawing much blood at all, and her hex was glowing a deep crimson red as the man became something much worse before her eyes.

She watched his body become bigger, his almost sexy voice deepening; his endowed penis breaking through his clothes and then shrinking as his legs melded together, elongating, growing, slithering. His skin took on the shades of earthly green, shimmering with scales as his head also elongates, his jaws protruding into a snout with large sharp teeth poking over his now non-existent lips. His arms also fused with this new body, his claws swimming through his rippling form and became a sort of sharp clawed mane behind his head, still giving this new reptilian shape the familiarity of it's former appearance with his once slicked back hair.

She was almost speechless, it was truly amazing site to see him become a rather large coiling snake. In her semi-blurred vision, he almost looked like a hydra with three tails. "What in the fuck..." she manages to say, weakly, shooting out of her daze as if she was shocked by an exposed outlet as his tail encircled her body, his head lowering and hissing, exposing it's large gaping maw! It just dawned on her when he said she was a meal, that he meant it! "Oh fuck, no no no no no!" she screamed, pushing out her hands, her small ponytail swinging behind her and her bangs bobbing with similar rhythm to her large breasts. She back crawled, her buttocks scraping against the wet leaves and brush, pushing aside the remnants of her lacy garments, the hex symbol under her breast glowing a bright gold that would have been a neon light that would have said 'I'm hot and ready. EAT UP!", but instead it pulsed and added more tension between Misao and her attacker-turned gigantic snake.

He opened his maw, exposing his throat before her, its wide and deep girth showing to the woman how easily she will be able to slide down it-this made her scream in such a way that anyone who could hear it (possibly those who heard her prior screams) turn as cold as the blood that now coursed through his veins. His hissing throat beckoned her, and she knew it. The large coils as thick as her body if not thicker wrapped around her body once, causing her breasts to lift and bobble as their undersides rested upon the stiffened scales of his body. She was again reminded of his hardened penis against her right buttock prior to all of this, and knew that this creature was sexually entranced by this vicious act. "Oh Gods, divines...No, NO!!" she screamed out, bringing her hands to her face her widened flickering green eyes and twitching eyelids expressed her fear as well as the bone chattering scream. There was little, no, nonexistant hope that she would make it out of this intact.

Like a holy grail as he lowered his head towards her, the hex of golden light shimmered in his eyes, beckoned him to devour it, to taste the power of the Nemesis Hex and of the squishy, plump and delicious body that was afflicted with it.

Her legs pinned, and her hungry attackers mouth coming closer in view, combined with her experience thus far...

She was going to die a horrible death.

"Misao Kamiya" Seifer hissed in his serpent form, the slick walls of his throat rippling with the words. "You knew this day was coming. The moment you were endowed with the Nemesis Hex, you knew your fate was sealed. However, I'm sure it never occurred to you it'd be as awful as this. For me though...this will be one of the highlights of my existencccce."

Misao began spouting out words and screams, but whatever she was saying, Seifer was far too fixated on what was about to occur. Blinded by the taste and smell of the hex, the desire to have her entire body inside of him, his hunger satiated, he began to block out almost all other senses. He lowered his mouth, casting a shadow over Misao who struggled with a panic in his grasp. The closer his jaws got, the more she shook, the more her breasts flopped left and right, her hair whipping back and forth. Then he closed his jaws over her and her massive bust, clenching shut hard enough to keep her still, but not hard enough to break her skin. He released the coil and her lower body began to spasm, twisting and twirling about, attempting to find something to hold onto. Her hands scraped futilely at the jaws as she was lifted into the air. Her legs flailed about, kicking an scissoring, with no sense of modestly, flashing her womanhood to any that might be around to see. She kicked so hard that her boots threatened to fly off her feet.

Once he brought her to the height of his head, Seifer snapped forward, taking her in up to her waist, her hands now poking out the corners of his mouth and her fingers contorted in fear. Within the confines of his jaw, his tongue continued to taste her, slathering her lithe bosom with more saliva, flopping them all over the place. She choked from the wetness and the humid heat while she could hear Seifer's moans of pleasure from this delectable meal. The moonlight seeped in through the maw and she could see the back of the throat, inches away, ready to take her down. It laughed at her as the muscles rolled, and she felt her entire body go vertical.

In a moment, this would all be over.

With another snap, Seifer took in her ass and thighs, leaving only her bicycling things outside of his mouth, desperately searching for one last bit to hold onto, while inside her head, shoulders and breasts were sucked down the throat with a sickening GULP. The tongue slid up under her ass crack and around her womanhood. The prehensile tongue wriggled its way underneath her thong, tasting away at her vaginal juices, lapping against her lips, and snapping the tiny cloth apart. It then pinned itself atop her tight abdomen, and began to gently pull her deeper into the throat, massaging and tasty her pussy all the while.

And with one final snap, Seifer took in her kicking feet, and SWALLOWED. Her jiggling ass slipped down his throat, followed by her trembling legs and pools of saliva, culminating in her desperately curling toes. Outside, her body was nothing but a writhing bulge falling down the serpent's neck, eventually disappearing into his stomach once she reached the thicker portion of his body. It was as if she was never even there at all.

Misao bit her lower lip, as the towering serpent uttered it's baleful words. "NO!" She wiggled and writhed within it's grasp. "I'm the last Kamiya left in my family thats still alive, please! Resist!" she pleaded, begged even. "Let me live!" she shrieked loudly as the beast lowers it's face towards hers. She struggled, slamming her arms and hands upon the beast's body as the head lowered jaws widening and dripping wet with saliva. Her large breasts jiggled without restraint, bouncing off the thick scaly hide as the rain fell upon them harder now, causing her endowed upper body to quiver in the cold pouring rain. Her brown hair which was hung in it's ponytail yet bobbed and swung behind her, the edge of her ponytail scraping against her shoulders as she shook and screamed in protest.

As soon as the shadow of the mouth drew over her, she knew all was lost and screamed so loud that her voice echoed from his empty stomach and back into her face again that it actually brushed her dripping wet bangs against her face. The monster clamped over her upper abdomen, hard enough to probe the skin and crush her breasts against the rigid upper jaw of the beast. Outside her arms swung in large arcs in protest, banging on the upper jaw all the while the beast's tongue had curled its length around her waist and fondled more at her breasts, shaking them and groping them as it had no more than five minutes prior. She screamed her eyes blinded by her drunken state intermixed darkness of the maw.

She felt the snake's coils unwrap and slither away, leaving her lower abdomen and legs to hang freely as he pulls her up into the air. Her back arched around the lower jaw, more weight had been forced into her lower body causing a very unpleasant back breaking feeling to her lower spine as her legs kicked weakly and scissored under this newfound stress. Her thong clad buttocks were clearly visible for the rain was hitting against it and soaking the cloth to the point where it hugged her woman hood tightly. Her legs shook inside her boots, the nylons of her legs stretching and tearing more with each struggling moment.

Soon the pain in her lower spine would seize and the creature would lurch forward, snapping her up to her waist. She screamed again, her eyelids fluttering as the situation became even more clearly final. "I'm going to die like this...I'm going to suffer just like my parents and siblings... Oh Gods...divines..." she thought before her mind shattered, causing her to screech. She could feel the saliva flow around her, lathering her supple and lithe body more and the tongue curling around her buttocks outside of the maw. She choked on the creatures saliva and realized that the humidity intensified in this slimy maw the further she was driven inside.

It was then that she felt her world go vertical her flailing legs almost threatened to remove her boots as they clicked together outside the creatures jaws, the lower and upper jaws were now pinned against her pelvis. She shrieked again as her shoulders upper abdomen and voluminous and squishy breasts were forced into the throat. The nylon of her pantyhose tore away at her pelvic region as the tongue managed to poke a hole through the crotch to get at her clothed woman hood. She felt it curl between the crevices of her ass and coil around her inner thigh, snaking its way under her thong and then between the lips of her womanhood itself. The emerald orbs of her eyes dilated as she felt the tongue wiggle inside, causing Misao to curl her toes and tighten her fingers which were still outside the maw. The tongue was like an eel slipping around inside her, making her thoughts blank and transforming her screams to something similar to orgasmic terror.

The tongue continued to massage her inner womanhood as it also continued to push her down its throat. Soon the tongue slipped over her failing side tie thong and clapped over it and her tight contracting lower abdomen. She didn't know if this was mercy being swallowed alive by the snake or if it was just plainly cruel. On one end of the spectrum, she could have felt every one of her bones break and her lungs crush as she was choked to death outside the beast, but looking at either case she'd rather not be in this situation to begin with! The beast's cold words penetrated her mind yet, and she couldn't help but shiver despite the heat how effective those last words were.

But she no longer had time to think.

With one more jerk forward, he swallowed her upper body, abdomen and buttocks in one swift gulping motion; her screams resurfacing as she was plunged by what the passing moonlight and the pulsing glowing yellow hex mark illuminated: A tight and groping throat.

Her arms pinned at her sides, her buttocks jiggling as the side ties of her thong were slipping out of their knot behind her ripped pantyhose clad legs which slipped down the throat in writhing and kicking bicycle kicks, her boot clad knees leather scraped at each other as they were forced down the tight gap of the creatures throat and connecting neck. Her toes curling inside her boots, the boots toes themselves curled before they disappeared by a writhing tunnel of flesh and cycling fluids. The serpents jaws closed and it leaned back, swallowing deeply. Misao's body bulged from the neck which jiggled as she was forced slowly down its long length; inside it was as if she was being tenderized by writhing organic clay-the darkness only illuminated by her hex's light under her breast lighting the way down..

When she hit the stomach chamber her bulge outside shifted and became lost within the monster's thicker coils. Inside she splashed down into a tight writhing tube filled with slow digestive enzymes which tingled her skin and sloshed her around inside and allowing her little movement. She screamed in the half empty space, outside her hex's light was powerful enough to be a small orb of crimson light radiating where her location was on Seifer's body, as she lay within to be digested by the voracious snake.

Seifer writhed his long serpentine body as he felt Misao's struggling form sucked down his throat, her tiny feet kicking. And as he writhed his form in a slow, rhythmic "S" shape, it pushed her further and further down, almost tenderizing her, preparing her to be digested. He could hear the muffled screams from within, and they vibrated throughout his entire body. He could feel her continue to struggle and he loved every instance of it. The heavenly taste of the Nemesis Hex remained on his tongue and his breath, the aftertaste of this woman just as ambrosial as when she was in his mouth.

She was almost like a drug. Everywhere her body touched inside of his own felt like ecstasy. Particularly her breasts and nipples, wherever they pressed up against his slimy flesh was like the moment before an orgasm. His whole body had become nerves, thanks to the curse. What was devastating for her was almost painfully pleasurable for him. He hissed in excitement as her bulge moved through his body, stuffing through the sphincter to his stomach. Her silky flesh sent out waves of pleasure that caused him to shiver and her to scream.

He almost collapsed as she entered his stomach, as the acids immediately began to work. Not rapidly, but immediately, creating a tingling sensation on her body and allowing him to begin absorbing her skin on a microscopic level. Her sweat, her skin, all began to become part of the bile on his stomach, and the more it spread, the more she struggled and splashed around, the more his stomach felt like it was literally going to cum. Seifer clenched his stomach, like one would grab the bedsheets during intense sex, tightening around her to get a better feel, which only caused her to shriek out more.

He had swallowed her. But the experience was far from over. Small, tentacle like villi emerged from the membrane of the stomach and searched their way toward her. They began to wrap themselves around her, her tight abdomen, her flopping breasts, her wrists, neck, thighs, and finding their way into each of her holes. They penetrated her mouth and her pussy, pushing in and out, helping to digest her, but also helping Seifer have the most orgasmic experience of his life.

Misao, when she thought that it was all over and that she would sooner or later succumb to the stomach, but that is when she feels the great serpent writhe about. "Gah, now what?!" her inner mind exclaimed, she otherwise concentrated not swallowing down any of the acidic bile splashing about in the compact stomach. She then felt the air slip from her mouth as she felt the walls crunch in onto her. "What th-" but before she could finish her sentence she felt tentacles begin to grope her. She stiffened, laying in a semi child's posture inside the creature with torso bent over her knees and her knees folded neatly into the fleshy walls. She looked about frantically, her damp ponytail flapping as she turned about.

"What was that?! Oh Gods, what is happening in here?!" she exclaimed, her wavering eyes trying to adjust to the dark, all the while her body was tingling with sensation all over, feeling as though she was being massaged all around her by unseen hands. She turned her head, whimpering as she felt them wrap around her delicate body, the hex glowing green as they tried slinking down towards her pelvis. "N-No!" she exclaimed, reaching for the tentacles crawling down her bikini line when she feels something flick her right ear. She turns her head and she is unable to brace for the blow with the exception of a loud gasp. "!!!" she exclaimed as the tentacle slammed into her mouth and then simultaneously slipped through her sex. Tears fell as these villi squirmed about inside her, around her. Constricting her and tortured her. She grabs at the tentacle in her mouth and tries her best to pull it out but with little effort as her cries muffle and she squirms with the squirming creature's tentacles. She blushed feeling herself cum as the tentacle aggressively was pushing through her internal walls and then pulled back in pulsing manners.

"No... I'm cumming inside a monster's stomach-what the hell, no! Why cant this be over?! Why further degrade me! Damn you! Damn this Nemesis Hex!" her mind screamed, but all that came from her mouth was muffled erratic orgasmic screams of pain intermittently mixed with fear. Her tears streamed down her cheeks which were splashed with acid and grit, mixing with them while the tentacles continued their assault. She closed her eyes, yanking with all of her might to pull out the tentacle from her mouth and was almost successful when the tip was removed trailing with Seifer's slime and Misao's saliva when she felt something enter her anus. She was panting with each additional drive the tentacles performed as they had continued to violate her womanhood, her walls trying to repel them but unable to when she felt the second tentacle slip into her anus. Her pupils dilated and the whites of her eyes widened. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHK!!" she exclaimed, pain rippling through her like an electric current, setting off every nerve and shattering every fibre of her being. She paled and had drool and slime run down her face, her mouth largely agape with the pain, and left an opening for two tentacles to slip down her mouth and neck. Her eyes bulged with the pain of them slipping down, her throat gulping down the snaking tentacles that penetrated her own stomach. She screamed, though highly muffled now as the tentacles in her hind quarters were probing their way through her and continued her personal torture.

She felt the stomach walls contract against her all the while, and the acids only starting to kick in, rendering her flesh a lighter pink and the stinging sensations increasing a tad more.

Seifer's enormous serpentine form squirmed about, knocking down nearby trees, unable to contain the pleasure brought forth from devouring a woman with the Nemesis hex. All the villi in his stomach, he could feel each of them at once, like dozens of penises ready to explode. Every inch of her body, inside and out, was an erogenous zone for him, and the snake shivered as the villi pummeled her and the stomach walls contracted. He let out an enormous HISSSSS as he finally climaxed in pleasure. Each of the villi tightened and pumped digestive fluids into and around the poor girl inside.

Exhausted, the serpent let out a huge gasp and collapsed onto the ground. All the villi retreated, and he could feel Misao slow down, likely more exhausted than he was. After his climax, the glowing brand beneath Misao's breast disappeared. The hex had been broken. Satisfied more than he had ever been satisfied in his life, he began to speak to his meal. "Ah, finally free of the hex. Although...don't get too comfortable. It's about to get a little cramped."

Seifer knew she could hear him, particularly by the slightly alarmed movements she began making after hearing his last words. Letting out a deep breath, Seifer suddenly began to slowly shrink. Little by little, inch by inch, he started to compress back down from the enormous creature he had transformed into. His muddy green scaled gradually changed to a lighter shade of skin. His tail split, once again forming legs. Arms popped out of his sides, and his snout began to retreat into his face. All the while, horrific, panicky screams could be heard coming from inside of Seifer. He could feel his stomach scaling down, the walls pressing against his meal. He could feel all her parts. Her moldable breasts pressed up against her face, her feet tucked in behind her ass, her fingers forced between her legs. Even the pressure on her skull was immense. The smaller he became, the louder the screams became. He started to hear pops and gurgles.

Before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees, naked on the wet forest floor, huffing and puffing from exhaustion. Blood spilled from his mouth into the mud, but he quickly tried to swallow most of it back down, as not to lose any of the deliciousness he had consumed. Although, he felt something tickling his throat. Reaching inside, gagging a bit, he caught something, and started to reel it back out. Little by little, Misao's racy thong was removed from Seifer's throat, and one fully outside, he dangled it in front of himself, smiling, the garment soaked in blood and bile.

"Now you are free, my dear."