Mongoose

She lay
splayed before him,

her breasts spread
as wide as her thighs,

her arched back
and taut tummy

offering themselves,
begging him

to devour them.
He was not like the others,

the boys she chased
with threats of silver and light.

This one
was rooted in the frosts of Hel,

wrapped around the world,
his slitted eyes

no longer masquerading
as human,

his split tongue
torn between her clit and slit,

his wrapped body
squeezing her as he climbed,

constricting her legs in anguish,
and his scaly skull rose,

spat the poison into her eyes,
slithered between the shamelessly offered

mounds of her breasts,
not one to take an easy prize.

His icy tongue
explored her paralyzed cheeks,

his jaw dropping
like Newton’s apple,

to eat her as requested.
She felt the darkness

as she entered his head,
his forked tongue

tracing her eyes and nose,
ears and neck

as his radius grew,
taking in her shoulders and breasts,

his tongue lapping her nipples
as her arms pressed against his walls,

expanding them
as she penetrated him

slithering down his throat
like a forsaken warthog

eager to be dissolved
by the bath

of acid juices that surrounded her,
feeling his fangs etching

arcane patterns into her ass,
feeling his flickering tongue

nursing on her dripping cunt
as he swallowed her,

her legs dissolving
as she swam down his offered tunnel

like a mermaid in heat,
becoming the darkness,

becoming him
as she reached his pulsating

serpent heart
feeling its every desperate beat,

urging it onward with her tongue,
nibbling it with her fangs,

releasing her venom into his very core,
feeling his shuddering walls

as they rejoined the dirt that birthed them,
and sensed once more

the lonely sun’s caress
on her sinner’s skin.