Bonded By Serpents

My head was aching. Was this... what a hangover feels like?

I groaned and blinked my eyes open. Very little light filtered through the leafy canopy above. I figured I must be in a deeper part of the jungle, much deeper than the tribal village.

I tried to move, but my arms and torso didn't react properly. Was I... tied up?

Thinking back, the last thing I remembered was eating around the campfire with a native tribe. They had rescued me after my plane went down in the rainforest. I was the only survivor on the tour, as far as I could tell, and I was glad my girlfriend had decided not to join me on the trip.

After her tribe had brought me to their village, a girl named Mila was able to translate for me. She was 19 years old, and the only one in the tribe who could speak my language, though it was with a very thick accent. Despite being a year younger than me, she had seemed to be somehow more mature.

Now here I was in the darkest part of the rainforest I had ever seen. I struggled against the ropes binding my torso against what must be a tree trunk. "Where's my shirt?"

I heard a small voice speak a word I didn't know, and Mila's face swam into view, illuminated by a flickering torch. "Mila?" I gasped. "What's going on?"

She looked a little concerned, but at the mention of her name, her eyes lit up and a look of anxious relief spilled over her.

The girl before me giggled and took a step forward. "You don't need your shirt today. It's not important."

Mila herself was dressed in what was unmistakably some sort of ceremonial or celebratory garment, though a little less elaborate than what she wore around the campfire, where she had insisted that I drink my entire baracol or whatever she called that drink. She herself wasn't allowed to drink, though everyone in the village seemed to speak specifically to her in very excited tones, bordering on congratulations.

My head was still pounding. "Look, can you untie me?"

Mila put up a single finger in a shushing gesture and then shook her head.

"What? Why not?"

"Because it is forbidden to untie you before the ceremony is completed."

"Forbidden to... ceremony? What ceremony?"

"We are to be wed today," she said with a sweet smile.

I scoffed. "Wed? Like, married? Why? We barely know each other." My argument was sort of dulled by my headache. I tried to move against the ropes, but it was just as futile as before.

And Mila was undeterred. "This is the wedding site of all of my ancestors." She waved her hand around, and at this point I saw dozens of stone figures, some clearly male, some clearly female, and several that looked like they might be half snake. "I have chosen you, and we are to be wed today."

Before I could object, she reached into a basket and withdrew a vibrant purple snake, which coiled gently around her hand.

"You're confused, Mila," I said, eying the snake warily. "Why would I marry you? We just met yesterday."

She reached toward my shoulder. I tried to push her hand away, but ropes around my wrists bound me from moving too far.

With a soft hiss, the snake sunk its fangs into my shoulder. I gasped and tried to recoil, but the ropes limited my movement.

Mila smiled, pulling the snake away. "You will be my man soon."

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" I gasped. "Is that snake poisonous?"

Mila giggled and placed the snake back into its basket. "I've chosen you as my mate. We are bonded by the serpents."

I didn't really comprehend what she meant, but my mind was pulled in a different direction as my penis hardened intensely.

I could feel myself blush. Was I one of those masochists? Did I get off from the pain of the snakebite?

"It's working," Mila said, a huge grin on her face.

To my horror, she was staring down at my crotch. "What's working?" I asked, twisting my arms against the restraints and trying to keep my erection behind the fabric.

"I gave you a snake," Mila began, reaching toward my waistband, "and now you will give me a snake in return."

"What?" I said, confused. "I don't have a snake!"

Mila laughed, and reached, her hands pulling my pants down. My erection bobbed in the air in front of her face. "Don't lie, your snake presents itself to me."

Mortified that she had pulled my pants off, I barely comprehended the snake metaphor.

Or perhaps, I was barely noticing much at all? My head seemed to be swimming in a mix of pain and intense arousal.

"My people have married this way for many lifetimes," Mila said, her eyes fixated on my erection.

"Married?" I said, the word now feeling fuzzy in my mouth, almost like I had never spoken it before.

Mila only giggled. "This is a private meeting of just the two of us. When we emerge from our time here, we will be married, and you will be bound to me."

"We can't get married!" I protested, trying to wriggle out of my restraints. "You're too young! I'm too young!"

Mila laughed. "I am old enough now to bear children, and you are old enough to give me your seed. Besides, there are no other men in the tribe for me to wed, so now that you are here, I have chosen you. Do you not like my body?"

"W-what?" I stammered. "That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point?" she asked innocently.

"I'm, sort of, you know, in love with someone else," I said, though who it was seemed to be of little consequence.

"That does not matter," Mila said, looking relieved to only have to overcome such a small obstacle. "Soon, the only one you'll love is me."

I could feel my penis somehow stiffening further.

"The first bite makes you desire me," Mila said, unfastening the string that held her robe together. "The second bite will make you spill your seed, and it will seal our marriage."

Her elaborate robe dropped to the ground, leaving nothing left to my imagination.

"Please," I said, eyeing the gap between her legs with a mix of curiosity and lust. "You have to let me go!"

"I will let you go," she said. "Just as soon as we are married."

I struggled against the restraints, but the knots were too tight. "I don't want to marry you!"

She giggled again, watching my eyes rest on each of her exposed breasts. "You will in a moment."

The thought of living out my life with this girl did run through my mind. I wondered how good she would be at lovemaking. Would it involve a snakebite every time, or would I just willingly submit myself to those beautiful breasts?

I shook my head, but everything seemed fuzzy, like my train of thought wasn't located there, and was instead between my legs.

My penis was stiff almost to the point of pain, now, and Mila's body was doing me no favors. I wanted to put my mouth over each nipple.

No! I'm not in love with Mila! I'm in love with... someone... who was that, again?

The fog seemed to be narrowing my vision on Mila's naked body. All I wanted was to put my cock deep inside her--it didn't matter where.

I shook my head, trying to figure out what my thoughts were, but her breasts filled my eyesight, and I could think of nothing but how nice it would be to make love with her.

I felt a twinge of pain in my arm and saw Mila withdrawing another snake, this one emerald green.

But the snake didn't matter. All that mattered was that my mouth was now filled with her left breast and that my tongue performed a frenzied dance with her nipple. Her other breast I was caressing with my hand as my penis tightened, ready for the eruption.

Then, it all released at once. My wife's hand had barely touched my cock, when it erupted semen and shot jets of cum all over her, grunts and gasps escaping my mouth.

Mila smiled and gripped my penis even harder, pulling herself toward me. Then, without another word exchanged between us, our tongues were wrapped around each other.

Her chest pressed against mine as her hips gyrated against mine. I wanted to wrap my arms around her naked body, but my wrists were still tied.

Mila pulled her lips apart from mine and took a step back. "We are married now, and I need to fill my womb with your seed."

I nodded desperately, greedily eyeing the space between her legs. "Yes! I need to give you my seed!" I didn't really know what I was saying. All I knew was that my penis was painfully hard now and that the only way I could possibly relieve it was to fill my wife up with my cum.

"Once I untie you," Mila said, stepping toward me once more, "you will wait a moment until I lay down. Then you must deflower me as your new bride."

"Yes," I panted, so glad that we were married. "Yes, I will do that!"

She loosed my wrists and it took every fiber of concentration I possessed to not tackle her to the ground and lay into her.

"Ready?" she said, laying down on the matt. "Take me."

I leapt from the tree and, pinning her wrists to the ground, I pressed my cock into my wife's warm pussy as we moaned in marital bliss.