Page 70 of Smut Lovers

Chapter One

Willow

“ F uck me, I guess,” I rasped between large gulps of water. I sucked down as much frosty liquid as I could from my mud-encrusted Stanley, its collection of stickers now all but covered up.

It takes a lot to trapse through the Florida Everglades in nothing but daisy dukes and a crop-top. A girl’s gotta stay hydrated. I was sweating worse than someone should after spending most of their life in Florida. Fuck me.

I cocked my head at the tiny gecko that kept squawking from the tree to my left. It was upset I’d booped him, but if he kept crying like a little baby, I’d do it again.

A stream of emojis and ‘You can do it. Willow!’ messages flooded my phone screen.

Four hours into a six-hour stream, and I was pretty sure hunting for a twenty-foot Burmese python was the stupidest thing I decided to do.

It was all over TikTok and YouTube, other people going into the Everglades to find that famed twenty-footer.

The prize money for bringing in a snake that large was nice; the fame from being the person to do it on camera was better.

While my viewership was steady, I could use a win.

I needed to get out. I lived under my tyrannical mother’s roof.

When one signs up for student loans, they never tell you that if you burn out and can’t do it anymore, you still owe them that money.

Or, at least, they never told me. Between her heinous house rules, the unhelpful, lackadaisical response from my father, and my bank account in the red, I needed a win.

The side hustle of OnlyFans was only helping so much.

I genuinely wasn’t expecting it to be more of a hustle than YouTube.

I thought they’d go hand in hand. Advertise to see exclusive content on YouTube, and fans go to OnlyFans to see extended scenes or otherwise more risqué work.

It was genuinely harder than it seemed, and that came from a person who built her brand from the ground up on YouTube in the early 2010s .

Willow the Florida Gremlin . People tuned in to see what I was doing, who I was talking to, and why I never wore shoes.

OnlyFans had started as just a way for me to do ‘get ready with me’ videos in my underwear.

It’s what was currently paying the bills my mother kept tacking onto, but I needed something big.

In all honesty, I needed something huge. Or else I was never going to get out.

And if there’s one thing that asshole taught me, it’s how to be spiteful and petty.

I put the cup away in my satchel, clapped my hands and twisted back to the camera.

I propped it up onto a tree so I could take a momentary break.

This trip is going to be great . I had to make it work.

I’m going to find that snake, I’m going to cash in all that reward money and fame, and I’m going to laugh at her as I pack my shit in my crusty car .

I could feel my luck turning for the better. Or maybe that was heat exhaustion?

“Welcome back to the Florida Everglades! My names Willow, your local Florida gremlin, and we’re looking for the twenty-foot python. Did good earlier, got a bucket full of ten-footers and even a fifteen-footer, real proud of that one. But, we all know, mama likes ‘em looooong.”

A flood of emojis filled my screen, and I preened like the peacock I was.

Flicking my sweaty hair behind me, I turned back to face the unending Everglades.

With a pumped fist, I called for my viewers to charge forward with me.

And if I don’t find one, I’ll post an extended scene on OF with me just wearing the snakes, full tits out!

“Okay, maybe my luck’s not great,” I grumbled, propping the phone up on a rock to sit on the only solid ground I’d found for a few miles.

Exhausted didn’t even describe it. Feet covered in mud, hair stuck to my neck, I was more sweat than person at that point.

It would be sexy if it weren’t for the massive pit stains on my crop-top.

Less than thirty minutes away from the end of the stream, and all I had to my name was a bucket of pythons and a lizard bite on my calf.

The gator I nearly stepped on had caught the attention of my viewers for a while.

They were so shocked to see me talk to the scaley dinosaur as it stomped off.

It was hard to explain to people who didn’t live here that most gators were lazy predators.

If they had to work for it, they were out.

Plus, it was a male, so I didn’t have to worry about stepping on a baby’s tail.

The only time I genuinely feared for my life with them was when I stumbled into a clutch of little dinosaurs, all beeping at me like the little snitches they were.

I felt genuinely defeated. My muscles ached. My stomach clenched. And not even a hefty sip of water could fix this. Doooooomed . I was fucked. Royally and in the ass, the everglades didn’t even use lube.

I took out my cup from my bag, only to freeze as I felt something shift beside me.

What I had thought was a regular lump of dry land, was now slithering out from behind me.

I froze in place, my screen lighting up with shocked emojis and worried cat gifs as my viewers also caught the movement.

I pulled my bag off my shoulders and flopped it over top my bucket of dead pythons.

Ain’t about to steal my bounty, motherfucker.

I twisted and saw what looked like a massive tree log…slither. It slithered away slowly, steadily, toward the other tree. My heart skipped a beat, and someone else came out from behind the brush and dangling vines.

“Now, now, you sure are a long way from home, sweet thing.”

It wasn’t unheard of to stumble upon someone not-human. Satyrs and minotaurs were all the rage in the mid-west. Heck, the center for the Denver Broncos was a cyclops. However, in all my thirty-two years in this fucking state, I’d never seen a basilisk.

Heard of them, sure! Seen one? Not a chance.

The top half of a man, bottom half the biggest snake I’d ever stumbled upon.

I couldn’t even glance back at my phone to see if my viewers were seeing what I was.

His bottom half was a camouflaged green and yellow and brown, making him nearly invisible to the naked eye unless he moved.

Thick and long, he was the size of fully grown tree-trunk at his thickest.

Why I fucking thought he was just a lump of land to lean on when I sat down!

His belly scales were a soft, off-colored yellow like a bruised banana.

All that ended at the belly button of a humanlike torso.

His skin was tan with spots of brown and white more prominent on his arms, like the camouflage ran up his flesh too.

Long obsidian hair swayed behind him with clumps of moss and dead leaves falling out of it.

What I stared at, however, was the thick, brown sash pulled across his eyes.

Despite it, I knew he could see me. He smiled more broadly as I inched backward away from him, showing off his thick fangs.

“I live here!” I squeaked, like he was some old man having found me trespassing on his street.

“No, my delectable girl, I live here. ” His purr sent shivers down my spine and bottomed out my stomach.

I glanced around the Everglades and felt the panic stir up fast. There was nowhere to run; correction, there was nowhere to hide. The Everglades went on forever on foot. I could run in any direction. It didn’t matter. At his size, he’d catch me.

“I mean I live nearby.” I couldn’t explain why I’d lied to the man’s face, but I couldn’t let him know he’d caught me unaware.

I lived closer to the glades than I did Miami, but I didn’t live in the woods.

And, if I was being really honest, he fucked up my sense of direction.

Prior to him, I could have just gotten up and trudged back the way I came.

I was good with directions…until a massive basilisk comes out of the literal woodwork.

“Mmm, I’ve never smelled you before,” he continued to purr, slithering closer.

I skittered backward more, but something thumped behind me.

I touched a warm, thick tail and froze in place.

The smile on his face left me on edge. Looming over me, he cocked his head to the side.

The brown sash shifted but did not slip from in front of his eyes.

“And I’d know if I had. You smell delectable. ”

“Thanks! It’s a dupe for some Britney Spears perfume.

” The words just dumped out of my mouth.

I let out a nervous laugh. Why is he kinda…

doing it for me? I was practically lying back against his solid tail, staring up at him.

My heart thundered in my chest. Memorizing him was the best I could do.

His long hair fell down around me like a curtain, cutting me off from my phone and the rest of the world.

“I don’t mean your perfume, sweet thing.

” A hand brushed along the outside of my arm, and my insides twisted up.

Only, his head pulled back, and I followed his attention to my phone.

I saw the red lights, my stream was going down.

Five-minute warning. The comments were flooding in.

Screaming, crying, throwing up! I need to know what he’s about to do.

My basilisk snickered, “You have an audience.”

The way he turned to smirk down at me, flashing those dangerous fangs at me, I wasn’t sure if he was going to eat me or eat me.

My eyes widened as he struck fast. I didn’t even have time to tense up.

His face was against my neck, his nose flat against my jugular.

I squeaked, a pathetic, broken noise that echoed around us, as he took a deep whiff.

The horny moan that followed made my breath hitch.

He chuckled against my throat. “I love an audience.”

His hands scooping up my waist made me realize a few things incredibly quickly: my basilisk was a certified horny bastard. And my stream was ticking down to a close with the most viewers I’ve ever had in my entire fucking career.

Well…I did say if I didn’t find the python, I’d be tits out with snakes on OnlyFans.

Was it a good idea? No way. Was I feeling tingles between my thighs as he kissed my neck? For sure.

I think I’m about to make a sex tape with the basilisk I found in the Everglades…I don’t even know his name.