She was not an inexperienced hunter, yet she was certainly surprised when the giant serpent sprung from beneath the log she had been lackadaisically sunbathing on. A giant sort of kingsnake, nonetheless, she didn't even think they got that big! But in the wilds of Kalimdor, wonders never cease.

She had dismissed her pet before she had laid herself out earlier, and as the hungry snake threw its coils around her, tumbling her from her perch, she was suffused with shock and had no breath to try calling it from its patrol. Perhaps her companion would return soon, and even if the worst were to happen, she could hope for revival, though if she were devoured like this... it would be likely there would be nothing recognizable for anyone to focus a resurrection upon.

She was no stranger to the ways of the wilds, she had seen prey fall to predators many times before. Often she was the predator in question, so she couldn't help but admire the silent and efficient power of the creature claiming her as its meal. Its body shifted nimbly beneath her, and wet jaws clamped around her feet. She couldn't decide whether it was a horror or a boon that she would be able to see the serpent do its work upon her. Either way as it held her, she had little choice but to endure whatever came next. Her voice was still gone, a breathless whine all that her useless vocal cords could produce. All she could think was, what a blessing this creature was not venomous!

The snake's jeweled eyes glittered impassively at the panting elf, as adrenaline and confusion continued to ensnare her wits and senses. With the snake's gullet gliding effortlessly over her legs, her excitement seemed to boil over and switch gears entirely. The erotic nature of the situation struck her suddenly, as her succulent, naked body was encased in a tight tube of shimmering scales.

She was then determined that these moments were not going to be lost in fear and desperation, no, it would be an experience to be savored. For strangely enough, this was indeed a gentle and tantalizing way to become food. Almost pleasurable in itself, as the maw made its languid journey up the disappearing curves of her body. Her hand clapped over her mound and she fiddled at herself. quickly becoming lost in ecstasy. Inwards she slipped, her knees, her thighs, then her busy hand was pinned to her pussy as her entire lower half was claimed by the snake. With a pop, the widest parts of her were pushed inside as the tireless jaws continued their work.

With only her one arm free now, the snake relaxed ever so slightly, opting to muffle the elf's mouth with the end of its tail just in case she decided to scream. For indeed, someone was approaching. But she was totally focused on achieving orgasm before she was unable to move altogether, eyes unfocused, her tongue dabbing at her lips every so often in concentration.

It was a sensation like no other she'd ever felt, sinking bit by bit into the wet confines of the snake's innards. So as the reptile's snout bumped across her chin, her efforts met with success. Snake saliva ran in rivulets down her cleavage as she was wracked by orgasmic spasms and stifled moans. This was it, she knew. But she was ready. Who knew an experience such as this could be so strange and delightful? Perhaps it would feel even more interesting once she was inside... but as her eyes flicked upward to take one last look at the forest, she saw something to dread indeed- the grim outline of a battle-ready Orc.

The kingsnake was determined to not lose its beautiful prize now, so its gulps were stepped up in urgency. The night elf had barely enough time to worry as the reality of the forest was pushed away in exchange for a new dark and slimy world. The snake began to move off as best as it could, pausing to gulp down the last of the huntress, her long glimmering hair and feebly twitching forearm the only hint that the bulges distorting the giant serpent were made by a lost Kaldorei.

In its silent way, the snake made haste into the safety of the underbrush.

Dumbfounded, the orcish soldier came down to where the serpent had been moments before. Was that a night elf that had meekly submitted to her own fate- to the hunger of a mere reptile? Why, it could be a valuable weapon against the elves, if they were all pre-conditioned to serve such a creature so. Not to mention he hungered to see it in action again. The shining, squirming contours of the night-elf shaped bulge... that was a sight that would be burned into his memory forever. He imagined elf after elf following into that insatiable maw, and grunted with delight. Yes... he definitely could not lose track of that snake. What a boon to the Horde-and his own selfish desires- it could be!

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A quick sketch turns into this! I wish I could complete anything this fast. o.o I'd like to draw part two of this, with the orc, even if I know I won't color it. But alas, I have a fickle muse. And unfortunately, I've been sucked into WoW again, can't you tell? ;) So many things to draw, so little time!

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