"Take your hands away from your body," the Lord commanded, though he knew she felt shame. He looked at the curve of her form, the throbbing of her breasts with fear, the way the curve of her leg disappeared into the fleshy folds of her pussy. He was pleased with what he had made.
"Stand facing the tree that you ate from," he said, pointing to its thick truck, its lush foliage laden with forbidden fruit.
Eve did as she was told. It was so close to her face she could almost taste the bark. It contained hints of the fruit itself, the sweet nectar that had spilled into her and Adam's mouth, that had led them first onto the ground and then his cock into her pussy, in a fit of primal rage. Afterward, laying on the grass, trying to catch their breath, they had felt shame for the first time.
As she replayed the scene in her mind, she felt movement in the tree above, then the sudden coolness of scales against her skin. She gasped. The snake had descended from the tree and wrapped its long length around her like a rope – first restraining her neck, then wrapping itself around the trunk and using the rest of it's length to pin her legs and spread them prone.
"The snake is a crafty creature, indeed," The Lord said. She could hear his footsteps moving closer, then his breath on her back.
"Submit to the Lord," was the last thing she heard before the now familiar mix of pleasure and pain swept over her – the same she'd felt with Adam, but ten times larger. It spread through her cunt and drove to the very core of her, eliminating all resistance.
When it was over, Eve was also banished from the Garden.
As soon as she was gone, the Lord and the snake exchanged a conspiratorial glance. The snake was given his legs back, just like always. The snake knew that - in a week or two - he'd see a new man and another beautiful women wandering through the garden alone, with explicit instructions to stay away from the fruit of just one tree. The snake always knew just what to say.
As for Eve, she eventually found Adam, but lied about her punishment. She made up a story about being cursed with pains in childbirth. She protected her true memory so that it would always remain fresh in her mind, so that when Adam was out in the fields, she could reach down and remember what it felt like, to be pinned to that tree, a sinner on the cross of her Lord.
