Limitless Evolution As a Snake

"Ahh, m-m-master?"

A shudder rips through me, electric, from hood to tail-tip. Fuck, I love it when she does that. Love it so much my fangs ache just hearing the word.

My lust hits low and slow, a molten pulse in my gut, and I watch her face flush crimson, her breath hitching, her body melting into me instead of pulling away. I can already feel the heat between her thighs, the slick wetness soaking through the thin fabric of her shorts where my coils hold her tight.

I shift, sliding a thick middle coil higher, parting her legs with deliberate pressure. The soft, wet heat of her cunt drags against my scales, and she whimpers, the sound muffled against my chest. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, chasing more friction.

I smirk, fangs throbbing, and ease the tapered tip of my tail beneath the waistband of her shorts. The fabric tears as I peel them down, inch by inch, then hook her panties too, dragging both off her trembling legs until she’s bare, flushed pink from navel to knees.

"You okay?" I growl, because even with my head half-lost to instinct, I need to hear her say it.

"Y-yes," she breathes, eyes glazed, hips already pressing up against my coil like she can’t help herself. "Please, Matt. I mean." Her cheeks darken further. "M-master."

Another shudder wracks me. Worth every damn second.

I coil tighter around her waist and lift her right off the bed. Her back hits the wall with a soft thump, legs dangling as I hold her up with nothing but muscle and scale.

She gasps at the sudden height, hands flying to grip my coils for balance. Her tits bounce with the motion—big, soft, and right at my face level.

Like the System designed this whole fucking moment just to torture me.

I’m not complaining.

My tail finds her nipple first, the tip rolling slow circles around one bud while I lean in and take the other in my mouth. My tongue flicks out, tasting her skin before I suck properly. She tastes like salt and warmth and something that makes my venom glands throb in the best way. Her whole body jolts, back arching into me, and I squeeze the soft flesh in my coil just to feel her squirm.

"Ahh—haah—master, yes, there, that’s so good—"

My new favourite song. I’d make it my ringtone if snakes had phones.

I switch sides, giving the other nipple the same treatment—tongue, lips, just enough scrape of fang to make her yelp before she moans like her body can’t decide if it’s scared or thrilled. Probably both. That’s her—every reaction, every whimper, every desperate little sound.

Her thighs rub together, slick and needy. I don’t allow it.

The slick tip of my tail slips lower, tracing the trembling line of her stomach before circling her swollen clit with feather-light pressure.

She seizes, back bowing, a full-body spasm rolling through her. The scent of her cunt thickens, sweeter. I can hear how wet she is, soft obscene sounds every time she tries to grind down.

"You like that," I rumble against her collarbone, voice rough. "Like me teasing this pretty little clit with my tail while you hang here, dripping all over my scales."

"Mmmff—y-y-yess—"

I keep the pressure light, circling, never quite giving her what she wants. She starts screaming my name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Toes curling. Body shaking.

I’ve got her pinned between my coils and the wall. She’s still trying to grind down against my tail like she’ll die if she doesn’t get more.

"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her skin, voice rough.

She can barely get words out, just broken little sounds, so I bring my tail up from between her legs, slick and coated, and press it gently against her lips. She opens for me without hesitation, tongue swirling around the tip, moaning like she’s tasting herself for the first time and loving it.

My hood flares, half pride, half something rawer. I hold her there against the wall, coils flexing, my heart’s yeah, plural, snake perks both pounding out of sync.

"Good girl," I hiss, and the shudder that tears through her nearly makes me drop her.

My tail-tip, cool and slick with scales, traces the trembling curve of her bottom lip. A low, hungry hiss vibrates in my chest. She whimpers, a tiny, desperate sound that goes straight to my twin dicks, already straining against the seam of my lower scales. Fuck, that noise.

I drag the tip slowly, deliberately, across her plush lower lip, feeling the soft give of it. Her breath hitches, hot puffs against my scales.

"Open," I command, voice rough gravel. Not a request it was a demand.

Her jaw trembles open, just enough. The blunt tip of my tail slides past her lips, resting heavy on her tongue. I feel the wet heat of her mouth enveloping me, the frantic flutter of her tongue against the underside. Fuck, that’s good.

I push in another inch, thick and unyielding, stretching her lips wide. A choked gag vibrates up her throat. I hold it there, letting her drool pool around the intrusion, thick strands of spit glistening down her chin. The sound is obscene. Wet, sucking gulps mixed with her desperate attempts to breathe through her nose.

"Mmmph! Gllk!" Her eyes, wide and glassy, lock onto mine. Fear? Yeah. But underneath? Pure, molten need. I see it. Smell it. That sweet, musky scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I pull back slowly, letting her gasp for air, her lips swollen and slick.

Then, without warning, I slam my tail back in and hard. Deep. Fucking her throat like it’s mine to ruin.

The wet schlurp-gag echoes off the walls. I piston it, fast and brutal, the scaled length rasping against her soft palate. Her throat muscles clench around me, hot and tight.

"Mmmph! Gllk! Hnnng!" Tears stream down her flushed cheeks.

Her hands scrabble uselessly against the coils pinning her tight against the cold wall.

I use the thick middle section like an anchor, holding her suspended. Her legs dangle, completely helpless.