The Embrace of the Stoor Worm

The Stoor Worm is one of the oldest beasts of the northern seas. Old tales describe it as a distant relative of the ancient World Serpent, hiding among jagged rocks, shipwrecks and underwater caves, and rising toward the surface only when the sea is preparing to unleash its destructive fury.

Its long, serpentine body coils through the depths like a living wave. Its scales are cold and rough. Your breath catches as the serpent slowly, sensually draws closer, and the chill no longer feels unpleasant – instead, it gradually becomes a sensual shiver.

Then its body slowly coils around you.

One curve settles against your hips, another glides between your thighs, while its long body climbs higher along your back. Every movement is slow and wave-like – caressing, pressing and twisting around you as it draws you steadily closer.

The roar of the sea gradually drowns out every other sound around you. The first chill gives way to a hot, pulsing sensation, until it becomes difficult to tell where your body ends and where its own begins.

The waves rise higher and your breathing grows faster. You feel every movement of the Stoor Worm’s body, each one awakening a new sensation within you.

Your body pulses, your skin tingles with desire, until at last the dark rhythm of the deep slowly becomes one with your own.