Anaya pressed herself flat onto the surface. Her instinct demanded it. Toppling forward through millennia of generations a single drop of serpent blood had managed to remain pure in the human organism of her culmination. But that miniscule drop claimed its brood. She moved with painstaking leisure, seeking the heat of the male body to hold her own blood warm. She slithered closer on bare skin to wrap arms and legs around the saline sweetness of her masculine victim. Once upon him she constricted, constricted, until the male screamed, bones crackling and eyes widening in primal horror. His final desire implored what was left of the girl to avail herself of a more human ritual between male and female. This awakened a further hibernating droplet, the blood of a viper. She placed a bite of venomous saliva on the bare nape of his neck, paralyzing him in the midst of death throes and ecstatic lust while crumpling under her tensile muscles. Later, Anaya's senses returned to her, slowly, as if waking from a dream overwhelming in vividness but details intangible. "I need to go on a diet," she told herself as she passed the mirror, "No one's going to hire a fat belly dancer."

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