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Sounds like Sibenkiarts couldn't stay away from Gwevelyn for too long.

Indeed, after drawing her once, the urge to depict her again seemed strong and I was more than willing to encourage it. The ex-princess, now a prized harem slave certainly is beloved by her serpentine master, but there might just be one among them with plans to have her for himself.

If you like this illustration, do know that Sibenkiarts take commissions. You can check out his prices right here: twitter.com/Sibenkiarts/status…

And do remember that if you like my work, I have a Patreon: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now what is going on between those two? Read on and find out!

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THE JEWEL OF THE TEMPLE

He couldn't stop looking at her.

Of all the dukes and duchess, he knew he was not alone in this desire to possess Gwevelyn for himself as he gawked upon the most lovely elf. So pale of skin, with blonde hair akin to gold and sunlight, with curves and a mind that were eager for their touch and influence, the ex-princess was nothing short of a jewel, the truest treasure to be included in their own domain as far as all snakes were concerned. Gold and gems were nice, shiny things certainly worthy tributes to their own magnificence and their worth as superior beings, but it served to highlight mostly themselves and their possessions, which was why Gwevelyn had been adorned with but the finest. Everyone only had praise for her, with her capacity to adapt to any role along with her eagerness to please and obey them. She had been considered too marvelous to be owned by any single serpent...

And yet the King Cobra wanted her, craved her to be his.

She was lounging upon one of his seat, comfortably positioned and savoring hookah along with him, potent stuff that would knock out most unaccustomed to it, but she had been served such incense and smoke nearly every day. She was his for the afternoon, the best any serpent could do to have her being that, reserving her services and presence during times without her needing to teach other servants and participating in events. He had done so a month in advance and he was an actual duke, a higher echelon than the riff-raff who could only hope to slither to his own position in their society. She inhaled and exhaled, the sweet yet strong fragrance escaping from between her lips as he observed her, admired her and his idea to finally claim her was only fueled by her beauty and his own pride.

“Shall I dance for you, most venerable of master?” she asked, more than servile, downright excited to please and yet the King Cobra hissed in refusal, for he wanted to savor the moment much like she did the same with the incense and herbs within the contraption. Her belly was slowly and subtly pushing out, then sucking itself in as she breathed and enjoyed the hookah. She had been recently and lightly oiled, perfumed even and yet he wondered about her natural scent and taste, for the King Cobra would know every possible details on this gal who would assuredly be his. “Mayhap you would rather for me to serve as a mount for you to travel? Shall I rise so that you may coil around my waist?”

To just be there and not do something, obeying a command was alien to her. Every single one-on-one moment had been filled with so many requests and for this one to be mostly relaxing, uneventful seemed odd. Had she insulted him somewhat? Had she done something wrong? Her worry was apparent, though he came by and ran the tip of his tail along the curve of her hip and reassured her. Everything was perfect, nothing was the matter as he was just enjoying the moment, much like she should. Thus did she continue to smoke, building herself a little buzz as he restrained himself massively to not downright hypnotize her and claim Gwevelyn for himself only. There had been hard rules about that, literal edicts from the Lord of Serpents himself that she was to be shared and never held back from their society. That didn't mean he had no plan, however.

“Hissssss~”

“Isolde's training? It is going quite well. She has been progressing steadily since she's been partnered up with me,” Gwevelyn said, the blonde elf that had been taken from a festival a few months ago indeed learning rapidly. She was enamored with Gwevelyn, that much was obvious for everyone who even glanced at them, which made the apprentice try to emulate Gwevelyn as much as possible. Green vestments yet of a different shade, similar way to arrange their hair, even the mannerism was beginning to be mimicked and this was exactly what the King Cobra wanted. “I think she might have taken up to speaking just like me, even downright to the tone and inflexion.”

This was actually his work, for in secret did he bring Isolde to him and went on to mesmerize her much like he hoped to do with Gwevelyn. He encouraged her, praised her performance and even went on to suggest she become as close to Gwevelyn in terms of performance, manners and everything she could manage. The slave obeyed, of course, her own infatuation with her teacher and senior made it so getting closer to Gwevelyn in any form of capacity was but a boon from their masters. The actual reason, though, was a bit more sinister than that. He had a plan, a long-term one as he would indeed grab Gwevelyn for himself and no one would ever be the wiser...and he needed Isolde in order to achieve this.

“Hissssss~”

“Thank you for your praise, my most benevolent master,” Gwevelyn said, a smile on her face as by now she was a little high, intoxicated by the powerful fragrance within her lungs as the incense within was something of higher quality than what she was used to. Seeing her dazed made him want to hypnotize her here and now, brainwashing her into wishing nothing more than to belong solely to him, but there would be massive penalties for doing so, perhaps even exile if he went at it too quickly and roughly. He just needed to bide his time for now as he got in front of her, admiring her midriff quite closely. “She shows much promise, but there is still a lot of work to be done. I believe in her, however. Her motivation is most assuredly visible.”

He counted on that as the moment Isolde would be ripe, she'd be removed from Gwevelyn's entourage and then go on to take her place. Same mannerism, same voice, same vestments, all of it influenced by hypnotism and suggestions on a regular, secret basis as none would ever be the wiser. Gwevelyn would become his, cloaked whenever other serpents would be around, concealed as none really cared much for Isolde...but all cared for Gwevelyn. Subterfuge was his only option and thus did he get that he'd wait many moons before his plan would be ready. Yet as he chuckled to himself and hissed, he went for her navel and began to lick it, nuzzling his face against it as Gwevelyn was indeed there. It would be a shame not to give himself a preview of what he'd be able to do on a daily basis.

Once she'd be his for all eternity.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

Sounds like Sibenkiarts couldn't stay away from Gwevelyn for too long.

Indeed, after drawing her once, the urge to depict her again seemed strong and I was more than willing to encourage it. The ex-princess, now a prized harem slave certainly is beloved by her serpentine master, but there might just be one among them with plans to have her for himself.

If you like this illustration, do know that Sibenkiarts take commissions. You can check out his prices right here: twitter.com/Sibenkiarts/status…

And do remember that if you like my work, I have a Patreon: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now what is going on between those two? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

THE JEWEL OF THE TEMPLE

He couldn't stop looking at her.

Of all the dukes and duchess, he knew he was not alone in this desire to possess Gwevelyn for himself as he gawked upon the most lovely elf. So pale of skin, with blonde hair akin to gold and sunlight, with curves and a mind that were eager for their touch and influence, the ex-princess was nothing short of a jewel, the truest treasure to be included in their own domain as far as all snakes were concerned. Gold and gems were nice, shiny things certainly worthy tributes to their own magnificence and their worth as superior beings, but it served to highlight mostly themselves and their possessions, which was why Gwevelyn had been adorned with but the finest. Everyone only had praise for her, with her capacity to adapt to any role along with her eagerness to please and obey them. She had been considered too marvelous to be owned by any single serpent...

And yet the King Cobra wanted her, craved her to be his.

She was lounging upon one of his seat, comfortably positioned and savoring hookah along with him, potent stuff that would knock out most unaccustomed to it, but she had been served such incense and smoke nearly every day. She was his for the afternoon, the best any serpent could do to have her being that, reserving her services and presence during times without her needing to teach other servants and participating in events. He had done so a month in advance and he was an actual duke, a higher echelon than the riff-raff who could only hope to slither to his own position in their society. She inhaled and exhaled, the sweet yet strong fragrance escaping from between her lips as he observed her, admired her and his idea to finally claim her was only fueled by her beauty and his own pride.

“Shall I dance for you, most venerable of master?” she asked, more than servile, downright excited to please and yet the King Cobra hissed in refusal, for he wanted to savor the moment much like she did the same with the incense and herbs within the contraption. Her belly was slowly and subtly pushing out, then sucking itself in as she breathed and enjoyed the hookah. She had been recently and lightly oiled, perfumed even and yet he wondered about her natural scent and taste, for the King Cobra would know every possible details on this gal who would assuredly be his. “Mayhap you would rather for me to serve as a mount for you to travel? Shall I rise so that you may coil around my waist?”

To just be there and not do something, obeying a command was alien to her. Every single one-on-one moment had been filled with so many requests and for this one to be mostly relaxing, uneventful seemed odd. Had she insulted him somewhat? Had she done something wrong? Her worry was apparent, though he came by and ran the tip of his tail along the curve of her hip and reassured her. Everything was perfect, nothing was the matter as he was just enjoying the moment, much like she should. Thus did she continue to smoke, building herself a little buzz as he restrained himself massively to not downright hypnotize her and claim Gwevelyn for himself only. There had been hard rules about that, literal edicts from the Lord of Serpents himself that she was to be shared and never held back from their society. That didn't mean he had no plan, however.

“Hissssss~”

“Isolde's training? It is going quite well. She has been progressing steadily since she's been partnered up with me,” Gwevelyn said, the blonde elf that had been taken from a festival a few months ago indeed learning rapidly. She was enamored with Gwevelyn, that much was obvious for everyone who even glanced at them, which made the apprentice try to emulate Gwevelyn as much as possible. Green vestments yet of a different shade, similar way to arrange their hair, even the mannerism was beginning to be mimicked and this was exactly what the King Cobra wanted. “I think she might have taken up to speaking just like me, even downright to the tone and inflexion.”

This was actually his work, for in secret did he bring Isolde to him and went on to mesmerize her much like he hoped to do with Gwevelyn. He encouraged her, praised her performance and even went on to suggest she become as close to Gwevelyn in terms of performance, manners and everything she could manage. The slave obeyed, of course, her own infatuation with her teacher and senior made it so getting closer to Gwevelyn in any form of capacity was but a boon from their masters. The actual reason, though, was a bit more sinister than that. He had a plan, a long-term one as he would indeed grab Gwevelyn for himself and no one would ever be the wiser...and he needed Isolde in order to achieve this.

“Hissssss~”

“Thank you for your praise, my most benevolent master,” Gwevelyn said, a smile on her face as by now she was a little high, intoxicated by the powerful fragrance within her lungs as the incense within was something of higher quality than what she was used to. Seeing her dazed made him want to hypnotize her here and now, brainwashing her into wishing nothing more than to belong solely to him, but there would be massive penalties for doing so, perhaps even exile if he went at it too quickly and roughly. He just needed to bide his time for now as he got in front of her, admiring her midriff quite closely. “She shows much promise, but there is still a lot of work to be done. I believe in her, however. Her motivation is most assuredly visible.”

He counted on that as the moment Isolde would be ripe, she'd be removed from Gwevelyn's entourage and then go on to take her place. Same mannerism, same voice, same vestments, all of it influenced by hypnotism and suggestions on a regular, secret basis as none would ever be the wiser. Gwevelyn would become his, cloaked whenever other serpents would be around, concealed as none really cared much for Isolde...but all cared for Gwevelyn. Subterfuge was his only option and thus did he get that he'd wait many moons before his plan would be ready. Yet as he chuckled to himself and hissed, he went for her navel and began to lick it, nuzzling his face against it as Gwevelyn was indeed there. It would be a shame not to give himself a preview of what he'd be able to do on a daily basis.

Once she'd be his for all eternity.