Limitless Evolution As a Snake

She’s looking down at me so expectant, lip caught between her teeth, but I don’t go there, no, not yet. I keep moving up, past it, along her stomach.

"Haaah-" she pouts, actually pouts, this needy little moan slipping out after it.

My brain is just gone at this point. Is she this sensitive already? This worked up just from my scales dragging over her skin, and I haven’t even done anything yet. How is this real? How am I this lucky?

I get up higher, and I go around her breasts on purpose, not over them, just skirting the edge, feeling the heat coming off her skin there.

Lyra lets out this pitiful little sound, so sad and desperate it almost breaks something in my chest.

Soon, don’t worry, beautiful, soon.

She sucks in a breath and holds it, her whole body going still like she’s bracing herself.

I coil around her arm next, gentle, winding up toward her forearm, and I look at her face one more time.

Ready?

She nods.

I let my fangs drop, and I bite down, gentle as I can manage, right into the soft skin of her forearm.

Her whole body goes rigid, her toes curl hard against the sheets, and she lets out this loud moan, half a scream, back arching up off the bed like something’s just been shot straight through her.

I feel it happen, whatever’s passing through the bite, some warmth pulling out of me and pouring into her, and a mark blooms up under her skin right where my fangs sank in, a little red snake curling into place like it’s always been there.

She’s shaking, seizing almost, hips jerking, hands scrabbling at the sheets like she needs something to hold onto and there’s nothing there.

I stay wrapped around her arm, still, careful not to move, watching her ride it out, half terrified I’ve broken her and half unable to look away because holy shit, I did that, I made her feel like that.

Her breathing comes back ragged, chest heaving, and her eyes flutter open, unfocused, glassy, staring up at the ceiling like she’s not sure what planet she’s on.

"Oh my god," she manages, voice wrecked. "What was that? That felt so good."

Lust Surge.

My voice comes out rougher again, though this time it’s not command; it’s something closer to awe.

You okay?

She turns her head toward me slowly, a lazy, dazed smile spreading across her face. "Do it again."

Maybe,

She pouts again, that same needy little pout that’s going straight to my twin turbo heads.

God, she’s sexy. I could just look at her all day and never get bored.

I decide to slow things down, take my time, because now I can feel everything she’s feeling through this bond, every little spike of want rolling back into me like an echo. So I slither on down her body, past her ribs, and I coil around her breasts nice and slow, winding my tail up under them so they push up soft and full. Her nipples are already peaked hard, tight little peaks before I even touch them, and she’s whimpering, this soft broken sound in the back of her throat.

"I’ve never, um-" she starts, cheeks going red, voice shaking a bit, "I’ve never been with a man before, I don’t-"

I haven’t done any of this either.

Not really lie, I’ve definitely never done any of this.

We can figure it out together.

She nods, this little "mmhm" humming out of her, and it’s so cute I almost forget what I was doing.

I start licking at one nipple, slow circles with my forked tongue, my coils squeezing gently around the soft weight of her breast then letting go, squeeze and release, squeeze and release, and she arches her back right into it, rolling her hips like she can’t help it. Her tongue keeps darting out past her lips, searching, like she needs something to lick and there’s nothing there.

So I give her something.

I bring the tip of my tail up along her jaw, circling round the edge of her mouth, and her lips chase after it, desperate, hungry even.

Open.

She nods fast, lips parting plump and pink, tongue out and waiting, and I slide my tail in past her lips.

She sucks on it right away, moaning around it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, tongue swirling round the tip in slow circles before she starts bobbing her head, taking more of it each time.

Fuck, that feels good, a shiver rolling through my whole body, and I know she can feel that shiver too, feel how good this is for me, because her hips buck up like she’s the one getting worked over.

I start thrusting my tail slow, in and out past her lips, and she takes it, moaning louder every time it hits the back of her throat, spit running down her chin, her cheeks hollowing out every time she sucks.

Her hands come up and grab onto my coils where they’re wrapped around her breasts, holding on like she needs the leverage, hips grinding up into nothing, chasing friction that isn’t there yet.

The smell hits me then, thick and warm, her pussy soaking through, and my whole body wants to move faster.

I go back to her nipples, licking one slow stripe up then closing my mouth around it, sucking gently at first then a little harder when she moans loud around my tail still in her mouth. I nibble at the tip, careful with my fangs tucked away, just enough pressure to make her squeal, and my coils squeeze her breast at the same time, milking little shudders out of her whole body.

Her back arches so hard she nearly comes up off the bed, tail still buried in her mouth, drool slick down her chin, eyes rolled back like she’s somewhere far away.

Are you okay?

Even though I can already feel the answer humming back through the bond, this desperate pulsing want that’s got nowhere to go yet.

She nods around my tail, whimpering, hips still grinding at nothing, begging without words for more.