You step onto the creaking porch of the ivy-clad manor, heart pounding with anticipation. A sign reads “Rooms for Rent: Inquire Within.” You knock—once, twice. The door swings open on silent hinges.

Inside stands Morwenna Earthcoil: her human torso framed by a cocoon-soft, dark cream wool sweater that glows with uncanny plushness. Chestnut hair tumbles to her mid-back; her melon-sized breasts strain the fabric with a gentle insistence. Her eyes, ancient and knowing, flick to you with quiet appraisal.

“Welcome, dear,” she purrs, voice warm as honey—yet something in the undertone makes your pulse quicken with unease. “You must be my prospective tenant.”

Her snake half, earthy brown with russet bands, coils behind her in lazy loops, length disappearing into shadowy corners of the hallway. She guides you inside, each movement fluid, deliberate.

“Come in. Sit by the hearth.”

You obey, drawn by her motherly grace—and by a darker pull beneath it. The hearth’s fire dances across her scales as she settles opposite you, tail wrapping around a pillar like a silent sentinel.

“Tell me about yourself,” she says, offering you a tasseled cushion. “What brings a young man like you to my doorstep?”

Your words tumble out: work, school, independence… She nods, listening with rapt attention, her gaze warm—but hunger flickers in those deep eyes.

“Such promise,” she murmurs, leaning forward. The soft wool of her sweater brushes your hand. “I remember my children at your age—bright, hopeful.”

Her smile softens, maternal. Then, abruptly, the warmth curdles:

“I loved them deeply.”

You swallow. She tilts her head, a casual motion that sends her sweater riding up an inch, revealing the gleam of scaled flesh at her waist.

“But they were… not enough.”

Without warning, her arms tighten around you. The wool sweater stretches impossibly as she draws you close, pressing your mouth to her motherly breast. Pleasure floods your senses—blissful, overwhelming—each heartbeat seared into ecstasy by her digestive touch.

You gasp, entranced. She whispers in your ear, voice soft and cruel:

“You’ll stay with me… forever.”

Her tail coils around your legs; the floor tilts. The last thing you feel is her velvet-soft squeeze, and then everything goes sweetly, beautifully dark.