The Sensual Serpent

Finally, today would be the day that Doom would return to the Mountain of Power. He had stayed gone way longer than he initially had planned. Summer and fall was long gone and the cold of winter had just started coming in. He sent a messenger two weeks ahead of time to let everyone know when he would return.

Meanwhile at the Mountain of Power, Vashite was ecstatic at the great news she received through one of Doom's messengers. She immediately consulted one of Doom's many seamstresses to make her something to wear for him. She picked out some sky blue sheer silk fabric and silver cord trim and gave her instructions on how she wanted the dress to look. She decided to wear a luxurious floor length, snow white fur coat that Doom had given her before he left.

The day had finally came when Doom was estimated to come home. Vashite rose early that day. She took a bath and rubbed her skin with a sweet scented body creme and splashed on perfume. She had her personal assistant to flat iron her curly hair bone straight. She tried on her newly made dress and it was perfect. It hugged her curves just the way Doom liked it. It was low plunging in the back, tied around the neck, exposed ample cleavage, and thighs. She also wore beautiful light blue and silver subtle makeup.

When she finished getting dressed she walked to the grand staircase at the entrance of the Mountain of Power. She squinted her eyes and raised her hand up to her forehead to shield it from the bright, rising winter sun. Across the horizon, she saw that the desert was covered with a light blanket of snow. She shivered and pulled her fur coat close to cover her exposed skin from the biting winter chill.

Before long, she felt that unmistakably, overwhelming presence she always felt when Doom was near. She knew it wouldn't be long before he arrived. Just as sure, she noticed movement in the distance coming swiftly her way. As Doom's caravan came closer she became estatic and jumped for joy.

When the carriages came to a stop in front of the mountain,his servants stepped out first and busied themselves with removing large clothing trunks, goods, and other items. When they opened the door for Doom to make his exit. He was wearing the splendid black armor he always wore when he traveled. Vashite raced down the stairs to meet him at full speed. She ignored the shocked look on his face that indicated for her to stop.

She jumped in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and planted aggresive kisses on his lips. When she realized what she had done, she released a bloodcurdling scream and fell back off of him. She looked down at her stinging breasts, torso, and legs and saw her beautiful skin shredded in thin ribbons. His armor had tore her skin.

Doom said regretfully, "My love, you're hurt . . . I tried to stop you, but it was too late."

She cried as the cuts in her skin welted and bled. It wasn't really as bad as it looked. How could this happen on our first day reunited he thought. He ordered the servants to carry her inside and tend to her wounds while he conjured a magic spell to heal her instantly.