Limitless Evolution As a Snake

"You’re so big," she gasps, voice cracking, "Master, you’re so— ah—"

I bottom out slow, giving her every inch, and she just lays there shuddering, mouth open, no sound coming out for a second like she forgot how to breathe. I hold still, let her adjust, my other cock still pressed against her clit, throbbing there, practically begging for attention of its own.

"Good girl," I murmur, and her whole body shivers at that, walls fluttering around me like the words alone nearly finished her off.

"Please move," she whispers. "Please, Master, please—"

So I do. I pull back slow, almost all the way out, just to hear the little whine she makes when she thinks I’m leaving her empty, and then I push back in nice and slow, giving her time to feel every inch of it. Her legs are shaking already, so I coil around her thighs and pull them apart wider, opening her right up so I can sink in deeper, and the second I do that she just about comes off the bed. ​Fuck, she’s dripping for me. I can feel it, hot and slippery, and the sight of her spread open like this makes my cocks twitch harder. She’s mine right now, every shake, every moan. Gonna wreck her slow and deep.

"Oh god, oh god, right there, right—" she chokes out, and her nipples are hard little points, pebbled up tight, and I can’t help but notice that, can’t help but want to touch them, so I do, wrapping the tip of my tail around one and giving it a light squeeze while I keep working my way into her.

She’s so tight it’s almost stupid. Every inch feels like a fight, her walls clenching down around me like her body doesn’t want to let me leave, and I’m not about to argue with that logic. ​That’s it, baby. Take it. You’re so fucking tight around me faa- gripping like you never want me out. I go slow at first, just the head, then a little more, feeling her stretch around me, feeling her nails dig into my scales hard enough that I know there’s gonna be marks there tomorrow if snakes could even bruise like that. She whines when I pull back, almost all the way, the head catching at her rim. Her walls flutter, empty and desperate.

"Please," she gasps, "please, more, I need-"

Yeah, I mutter, mostly to myself, and give her more.

By the time I’m all the way in, bottomed out so deep, she’s straight up screaming, no words left in her, just sound, just need. I hold there for a second, savouring it, savouring the way her whole body is shuddering under me, sweat on her skin, chest heaving, and I look down at her flushed face and just have to ask.

Can I keep going?

She doesn’t even hesitate. Just nods, fast, desperate, hair sticking to her face.

That’s all I need.

I pull all the way out again, feel the drag of her walls against every inch of me, and then slam back in, and she screams again, louder this time, back arching off the bed. I do it again. And again. Building a rhythm, out then back in, all the way each time, no half measures, because apparently that’s what she needs and honestly it’s what I need too. My second cock is still pressed right against her clit, throbbing there with every thrust, catching the rhythm like it’s got a mind of its own; it keeps catching on that swollen nub, and every time I bottom out I feel her clench down around me so hard it’s almost too much. Her cunt is insane, slick walls pulsing around me like they’re trying to suck me in. And she’s already shaking, thighs trembling in my grip.

"Matt-Master, I’m gonna-"

Not yet,

I say, even though I’ve got no idea if I can actually control that, but it comes out anyway, low and rough. Her whole body responds like I flipped a switch, walls squeezing down tighter, hips bucking up to meet me. One hard thrust and I’m buried to the hilt, base flush against her, her walls fluttering wildly. She screams, no words, just sound, body seizing. The bed creaks under us; I hold it there, savouring the squeeze, the way her inner muscles milk me. ​Christ, she’s gonna make me lose it already, but not yet, got to make her beg first.

I keep going, faster now, harder, the sound of skin and scale and her wet heat filling the room along with her voice, cracking and desperate and completely wrecked. I keep pushing long, deliberate strokes, pulling out slow so she feels every ridge, then driving back in hard. The wet slap of skin and scale fills the room, mixed with her broken moans.

"Please, please, I need to-"

Go ahead.

I tell her. She breaks. Body locks up, walls clamping down like a vice, a raw scream tearing out as she comes hard. Juices flood around me, soaking my scales. I don’t stop, keep thrusting through it, drawing it out, second cock pulsing against her oversensitive clit until she’s twitching, sobbing my name, completely undone.

god, or half a curse, I can’t even tell anymore. Her whole body’s just gone slack and shaky at the same time, and I’m not much better off, honestly.

The pressure’s been building for a while now, that tight coiling heat low in my gut, and I know I’m not gonna last much longer, not with her squeezing me like that, not with the way she just came so hard around me.

Gonna fill you up, I hiss. She just whimpers, nods, hips still twitching against me.

That’s it, that’s what does it. Her eyes go wide as I push deep, and she’s looking at me like I’m about to end her whole world, bottom lip caught between her teeth, breath stuttering out in little gasps that make my scales itch with want. Her hands grip me tight, fingers digging into the ridges along my sides like she needs something to hold onto or she’ll float away completely.