Daram is a handsome manhunk, but so shy he’s never made it with a girl. All that changes when he meets Nira and falls under her spell. Their unusual first encounter, when she helps him orgasm under a table in a public coffee shop, opens Daram up to a whole new world. To his surprise he’s been chosen to save the world from a deadly band of snake shifters, something he can only do by transforming into a snake himself. And along the way he finds a sex drive and confidence he never knew he had—but will he do what Nira really wants?
The powerfully muscled snake slithered past the doorframe and behind the sagging old brown sofa in the centre of the room. The air shimmered as Daram stood up, brushed some imaginary dust from his golden skin and tested the air with his tongue. No one around. Not that he expected anyone to be in his cramped one-bedroom apartment, except the dust bunnies under the bed.
He walked gracefully to the bathroom and flicked on the shower. Aaah, that was good. The warm water washed over his tired muscles and swept away the remnants of his shedding. He felt amazing. Daram stood there until the water cooled and the hot tank was exhausted. It was always hard to be normal again after spending time in his snake skin. His head swam with the overwhelming sensations he experienced while he was shifted—heightened sense of smell, exceptional vision, including a weird ability to see with infrared, which was amazing in the dark, and in 3D, which freaked him out.
Daram grabbed a towel to dry himself but was distracted by the reflection in the long mirror behind the door. He dropped the towel by his side to admire his sleek body and huge cock. Every time he regenerated, his muscles became more defined, his strength increased, and his cock grew even bigger. He looked appreciatively over its length and watched it grow, like some kind of magic trick. It was begging to be stroked, so he obliged…sometimes he felt his penis had thoughts of its own, it was so demanding, wanting attention all the time.
A chuckle escaped his lips and his breath came faster as he stood watching his right hand pleasure his cock in the mirror as if it was someone else entirely. He was quick to snatch up the towel again as he crested to finish.
That was good, but not as good as real sex with his skin partner. Soon he would be ready for the task she was setting for him. He was excited at the thought of a quest—it made him feel important and heroic. It was a pity she hadn’t confided in him yet. He would like to have created some pictures in his mind of what he would be doing and how strong and powerful he would look.
I never used to be so self-obsessed. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help himself. Nira explained it was an outcome of the transformation, and encouraged him to embrace the new sensations without shame. It was hard to change a lifetime of insecurity.
He thought of Nira again. He would see her soon and prepare for the last cycle, and he couldn’t wait. Thinking about Nira made him hard again.
Daram needed to see her now. He dressed quickly in his favourite denims with their worn knees and a soft well-washed tee shirt. Nearly out of the door, he remembered to roll up his moult from behind the sofa. The once supple casing was dry and brittle. Daram stuffed it into the kitchen waste bin and shut the lid without giving it another thought.
He paused again by the door to check himself out in the mirror and admire the sculpted, good looking image. Daram had let his hair grow and the dark blond ragged tips brushed his collar bones. He impatiently flicked away the hair that touched his face and looked critically into the glass, pleased and embarrassed again at what he saw.
I almost don’t recognise myself—I could easily pass for a movie star or pop singer. He quickly slipped into a fantasy where he was on stage above a screaming crowd of adoring fans. Daram sighed…this was becoming ridiculous. After each shedding he became more self-obsessed, and he wasn’t sure he liked the feeling.
The last shedding had better put everything back into perspective like Nira promised. She’d told him there would be unfamiliar and perhaps unwelcome feelings at first, along with the pleasure, but it would all stabilise when the changes were complete—he hoped she was right, or he would end up despising himself.
