octurnal Intermission (original 2007 version here) was the very first story I attributed to my penname Dracokon. It was inspired by a vivid dream I had about mating with a large snake, a personal fantasy of mine, that was then placed into a loose "story" frame. The 2007 edition of the story was literally a transcription of some handwritten notes from a spiral notebook that served as a tablet for me to record my idle thoughts, personal fantasies, and desires in life. I wrote parts of that "journal" as a kind of therapy, and this story was born. Originally I had no plans to share Nocturnal Intermission but a friend of mine suggested I post it online to see if anybody shared the same desires as me... and as it turns out yes! People do! The reception and feedback people sent me about Nocturnal Intermission inspired me to pursue writing herpetophilia erotica. To honor the story that started it all I rewrote Nocturnal Intermission to the caliber of writing I am capable of. Make no mistake, this is not a sequel, this is the same story except presented with better detail.

he only portion of Nocturnal Intermission inspired from a dream is the sex scene (obviously), so in order to make it into a story I made it a study in character. I cast myself as the lead not because I'm narcissistic or anything but because the subject matter of the story is personal to me; heck, it's ABOUT me. Dracokon, as a character, is not embellished. I am not a hero, I am not a vagabond, I am a normal human being with "abnormal" desires in life and this story is a piece that demonstrates that. A recurring theme throughout Nocturnal Intermission is a sense of emptiness, of lonliness, and a yearning to fill a void in my life that I simply have no control over. I blurred the events leading up to the mating scene because it's unknown as to whether I'm still awake or if I fell asleep and dreamt it all. Yes, there actually is that much thought put into my erotica.

racokon stared at the clock on the wall behind the cash register counters. As he watched the second hand make its endless journey around in circles he kept his back facing the empty electronics store. It was now 9:59 PM and his clock-out time was in a mere minute, but the longer he stared at the second hand the slower it appeared to move until in his mind it wasn't actually moving at all. Mercifully, the clock broke its illusion and passed the 10:00 mark, and a few seconds later the employee station in the back room emitted its hourly beep giving Dracokon permission to clock-out and leave. He wasn't responsible for closing up or counting down the registers, that was someone else's job that night; all he was responsible for was remembering to take his coat with him because the last time he left it behind it rained a mixture of sleet and rain the following day.

e keyed in his employee code and selected the "CLOCK OUT" option and didn't even bother waiting for the terminal to process his request; the archaic system took a good minute or so to process anything that was put into it and Dracokon simply wasn't in the mood to wait for confirmation. If it didn't work the morning manager would fix it and he could just blame it on the computer freezing, which wouldn't exactly be too much of a lie as it was a mere exaggeration of the truth. Dracokon grabbed his coat and bid his co-worker farewell before he unlocked his truck, started it, and pulled out of the parking lot. He played with the dial on his radio to pick up his favorite station as he navigated the well-lit but empty at this hour streets. Traffic was never a problem because there were hardly any cars, and being stopped at a red light was something of a rarity this late.

hen he pulled up to his home Dracokon once again sorted through his keys before finding the one to the front door and inviting himself in. The first thing he did inside was take off his employee shirt and toss it on the couch without even bothering to take his nametag off. The shirt missed the couch and instead landed on the nightstand next to it, his nametag making a resounding "clank" as it hit the corner of the table. Dracokon walked into his kitchenette to get a soda out of the refrigerator, mentally citing that putting in another eight hour shift was worth a treat. He went back into his small living room and tossed his shirt off of the little table so he could find the TV remote and find something on.

ike clockwork he first checked Discovery Channel hoping that it would have some kind of interesting reptile documentary on but as he would soon find out luck wasn't in Dracokon's favor tonight; he had managed to find that one little window of time when Discovery and Animal Planet weren't airing re-runs of The Crocodile Hunter or Walking with Dinosaurs and when every other channel was airing garbage as well. He had over one hundred channels and despite the selection nothing was ever on, but amidst the sports channels and news networks a lone movie station was airing a marathon of campy B-movies. Eager to see what kinds of terrible special effects and costumes he could make fun of Dracokon was upset to see that Godzilla wasn't in the line up tonight, just a bunch of silly alien movies but that was fine by him; at least it was something.

y now Dracokon had finished his soda and got up to throw the can away and get ready for bed. He turned the television off and turned on the one in his room instead to continue the movie as he went through his evening routine. With his toothbrush anointed with toothpaste in hand Dracokon started brushing his teeth while keeping his focus on the TV, but as always his gaze ended up slowly shifting to the unoccupied terrarium sitting in the corner of his room. Someday he'd get a nice reptile companion to keep him company, but not right now when it wasn't economically feasible; he'd have to wait for that "promotion" or in a worst case scenario get a new job altogether. With an internal sigh he spat the toothpaste foam out into the bathroom sink and rinsed off his toothbrush.

lready shirtless, Dracokon pulled off his socks and took his khakis off to put them in the laundry basket near his dresser where he pulled out an old shirt to wear to bed. He thought about walking out to the living room to get his work shirt and put it in the laundry but he neglected to do so instead opting to sit at the side of his bed for a while. He looked over at his alarm clock. 11:14 PM. Dracokon sat there on his bed for a while not thinking of much, trying not to think of much. He glanced behind him at his bed, big enough for two but perpetually under-occupied, then looked over at his terrarium once again, big enough for your average pet reptile but currently looking more and more like a misplaced empty glass box. Dracokon looked back at his alarm clock. 11:21 PM, a little too late to start calling friends. He picked up the plush alligator sitting on his pillows and gave it a light hug; he could feel his depression coming on.

"t least I've got you for company, right?" He said to the alligator as he now laid in bed. What was left of Dracokon's attention as he was nodding off was spent watching the alien movie on television. Just as he was about to pass over into the dream world Dracokon felt something brush up against his foot immediately snapping him out of his drowsy state.

"w, damn it. That better not have been a rat in this damn place," Dracokon said to himself. He looked over at the terrarium once again. "All the free snake food I want but when it comes to the actual snake I couldn't be any unluckier. Funny how THAT works," he thought to himself. Whatever had brushed up against his leg had retreated, likely because Dracokon inadvertently twitched his legs when it happened, but it slowly came back and brushed up against the outward facing side of his left leg and continued to travel upward. It was a long and smooth "something", and to make matters worse the movie Dracokon had been watching was specifically about plants that eat people.

raying it was just a bizarre overdose of caffeine Dracokon tried to convince himself that the movie wasn't real and that there was a rational explanation for what was going on. While he tried doing so the most certainly non-rat creature traveled up along his body and stopped on top of his chest where the bed sheets ended. Dracokon peered at the end of the comforter and was spooked when a black forked tongue rapidly flickered out and was followed by the tip of a curiously scaly snout. Puzzled, Dracokon pulled the comforter back and saw before him in the dim light of the television a very large snake, something even more improbable than man-eating vines in his place of residence.

udging by how far the snake was up on Dracokon's body there must have been at least three to four feet of the snake already up on the bed, a length that continued to increase as the snake pulled more of itself up under the sheets. One thing was for certain, though, the snake was big; it must have been as big around as his thigh and to keep with that kind of proportion the serpent would be breathtakingly long. In the dim light Dracokon could barely make out how much of the snake was left on the floor or where it was even coming from for that matter, so to try and get a better view he slowly reached over to the little lamp sitting on the table by his bed and pulled its chain.

he sudden burst of light startled the snake and caused it to flinch, so Dracokon quickly turned it off. The light was on long enough, though, for him to get a decent look at his uninvited but completely welcomed guest. The snake was big, no doubt, and was a gentle mix of various shades of brown; it was an anaconda. Dracokon had never personally handled one before but he'd read plenty of literature and seen enough reference footage of them to properly identify the reptile. The particular snake in his bed had a curious size and head build, specific traits partial to females.

he fact that he happened to be in bed with a snake and the snake simply happened to be of the opposite sex was intriguing to Dracokon but he was realistically a mix of bewildered and frightened that the large reptile may be hungry instead of curious, after all he was also familiar with the unverified urban legends of the large snakes eating people and this one was of a remarkable size. The anaconda flicked her tongue out at Dracokon several times, picking up his scent and every subtle change in his physiology as he looked back at her. The snake's eyes met his and for a moment the anaconda didn't move. During this time Dracokon didn't break his stare as he was now trying to feverishly remember if you're not supposed to look them in the eyes, but during his moment of internal panic the snake flicked her tongue out a little slower and moved in slowly to give Dracokon what felt like a slight nuzzle.

ith the anaconda's friendly gesture Dracokon began to lose his grip on his fear and was more interested in the snake herself now. He reached up and placed his hand just behind her head and slowly ran it along her body letting his fingertips feel each individual scale on her body. She seemed okay with being touched so Dracokon leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on her snout. The anaconda shifted herself a bit before leaning in toward Dracokon again, this time gently bumping the side of his head with her snout. He wasn't sure how or why, but Dracokon knew to sit up a bit to let the snake slide behind him so he could rest his head on her soft but firm body. The anaconda made her round and came back in again close to Dracokon. She flicked her tongue out and gently touched Dracokon's lips with it. He responded by opening his mouth slightly, letting his tongue meet hers. As they kissed the anaconda pulled the rest of her massive body up onto the bed covering Dracokon in a pleasantly smooth blanket of scaly skin.

e blushed a bit as he understood what the anaconda really wanted. His member was fully erect and warm from the rush of blood, something the anaconda could feel through Dracokon's thin boxers. She let out a low seductive hiss as Dracokon reached down through some of her coils to pull and tug at his boxers to take them off as best he could. He let out a low moan as the anaconda shifted herself on top of him, teasing Dracokon by sliding her smooth skin across his now exposed member. Dracokon knew he finally found the end of the snake when he felt her slide her wanting vent over his erection.

here was so much snake on his bed Dracokon didn't know how the logistics of his encounter would work, so he just relaxed himself and decided to let his soon-to-be mate call the shots. The anaconda craned her head in close to Dracokon, kissing him one last time before she gently pushed her vent down against Dracokon's member, letting him penetrate her. Dracokon moaned and laid back into the coils of his lover's body that ran behind him feeling like he could melt into her as he fully penetrated the anaconda, her slick inner canal expanding to accommodate her lover but still providing a tight and pleasurable hold on him. Dracokon gently withdrew himself from her vent to begin his slow pace of thrusting, provoking an audible hiss of pleasure from the reptile.

n his time Dracokon had plenty of naughty dreams about reptiles, but none held a candle to the experience he was enjoying now. His slightly oversized bed was completely occupied by his lover; she was all around him and every subtle movement the anaconda made, whether it was moving a mere inch, required the coils and positions her entire body was in to move in various directions across Dracokon's naked body. He didn't know where to hold or rub the snake so he let his hands explore whichever section of her body was close to him, feeling her smooth skin as it stretched and contracted with every move she made. Her warm and slick vent was better than anything Dracokon had dreamed of and the snake was taking careful attention to Dracokon's motions, gently moving her internal muscles to match his pace.

racokon could feel his orgasm approaching; he wanted to release inside of the anaconda, he wanted to give her his love, his seed. The snake could sense Dracokon's imminent release, so she began to tighten up around him even more, not wanting to let any of her mate's seed leak out of her. With a few final rapid thrusts Dracokon climaxed inside of the snake; he moaned out and arched his back as best he could under the weight of his lover as every involuntary throb of his member released a warm jet of his seed into her. As his orgasm subsided Dracokon put his arms around the anaconda's neck and held her close, his tongue meeting hers again in another blissful kiss.

he snake rested her head on Dracokon's chest as the rest of her body laid on top of the bed and everything on it including Dracokon. Dracokon's upper body was resting on top of the serpent while the rest of him was covered with his new reptilian lover; he wrapped his arms around the anaconda's long body as he nodded off to sleep finally feeling whole. Was this a dream or did it really happen? Dracokon did not know, but he was eager to find out if his lover would be there when he awoke.

For: Taaro