Limitless Evolution As a Snake

Her nipple stands hard against my coils, so I loop around it slow, cinching tight before letting go, then again, and again, drinking in the little catch of breath she makes each time I squeeze. Every gasp travels down through my scales, and I want more of them, a whole collection.

Lyra’s got my tail in her mouth like it’s the finest thing she’s ever tasted, head bobbing, wet little sounds spilling out of her,

"mmph, mmph—"

Soft whimpers humming through me where she holds me. It’s bliss. Simple, uncomplicated, undeserved bliss.

And then I feel it. My cock sleeve just decides now’s the time, its grand entrance, and out they slide, both of them, unspooling around her collarbone like they’ve booked the place for the weekend.

Well, there they are. Guess we’re doing this now. I think directing it towards old mate who isn’t there.

Lyra’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop, can’t stop, too busy with her mouth full of tail to say anything about the two very large problems now resting near her throat. Her hands start twitching at her sides, grasping at nothing, like she needs something to hold onto and can’t figure out what.

I pop off her nipple with a wet little smack and look down at her.

Touch them, use your hands.

A muffled "mmhf" hums around his tail, and slow, unsure, her hands drift toward him. Her fingers close around him and her whole face goes slack with disbelief, like she’s tallying something and the sum keeps coming out wrong.

I pull my tail from her mouth with a wet pop and a rough breath of my own.

"Two?!" she says, staring down at her hands, at what she’s holding.

Yeah, two. That okay?

I study her flushed cheeks.

She presses her thighs together, catching her lip between her teeth. "N-no. I think I can—I mean, I want to try.

I chuckle.

It’s fine, I’ll just use one.

She nods, makes a needy little sound low in her throat, and sticks her tongue out again, waiting for his tail to return.

It doesn’t.

Instead, my tail dips lower, slow, tracing down her stomach until it finds her pussy, wet and dripping and practically begging for attention. I press down right on her clit, firm but gentle, and she lets out the squeakiest moan I’ve ever heard.

"Oh my god," she gasps, hips jerking up on instinct.

I watch her face while my coils keep working her breasts, watching her mouth fall open, her body pull tight then go loose then draw tight again. My tail rocks in slow strokes over her clit, and she squirms beneath me, hips chasing the pressure, moans climbing higher and sweeter with every pass. She’s so lost in it she forgets what’s in her hands.

I clear my throat.

Forgetting something?

That snaps her back, and she blinks, cheeks going red. "Oh—sorry I got distracted-"

By me? rude. I’m right here doing all the work.

Her hands move again, slow, exploring, stroking the length of him, thumbs tracing careful circles over both heads like she’s mapping something she’s afraid to forget.

A moan slips out of me before I can catch it, and I lift my head to her ear, flicking my tongue against the shell of it, following the curve down to the lobe. Her whole body quivers, a full shudder of pure want, and her grip tightens like she never intends to let go.

That’s it, you’ve got me, I’m not going anywhere.

My tail drags slow and deliberate over her swollen clit, the tapered tip flicking the bud in lazy circles before pressing flat, grinding wet heat against it.

Such a good girl, holding my cocks like that.

I mutter against her ear, voice rough.

Stroke them harder, feel how fucking hard you make me.

Her grip clamps down, jerking both shafts in tandem.

Her grip clamps down harder, thumbs circling the flared heads in wet, stuttering strokes. Precum beads at both slits, smearing across her palms as she works them, the dual shafts pulsing hot and heavy in her hands. My precum slicking her fingers and dripping down her collarbone onto her juicy tits. The wet sounds fill the room.

A moan slips out of me, and I can’t help it, nibbling gently at the tip of her ear, tugging just a little before letting go. She shivers hard under me, a full-body shake, and I trail my tongue down the curve of her neck, down past her collarbone, down towards where she’s dripping for me.

Let go of me for a sec, and take both of them in your mouth.

Her hands loosen, unsure, and I feel her breath catch.

Both?

Yeah, both, trust me.

She doesn’t argue, just opens her mouth wide and lets me guide myself in, and holy hell, the heat of her mouth nearly does me in right there. I curl myself into a tight U shape, cocks resting deep against her tongue, tail dragging back down to her clit, and my own head dips low between her thighs, tongue flicking out to taste her properly for the first time.

This is a lot to coordinate at once, not gonna lie.

I need to get you ready,

I mumble, half to her, half to myself.

First time’s gotta be perfect, and I need you nice and wet for me.

She moans around my cocks, muffled, hips twitching.

"Yes, Matt."

I pause everything. Tail stops, my tongue stops. Everything just stops for a second.

That’s yes, master to you.

Silence.

My heart’s doing something stupid in my chest, waiting for her to tell me to shove it, waiting for the whole thing to fall apart right here.

Instead she makes this cute little needy sound, muffled around my cock, and mumbles,

"Yes, master."

Fuck. I nearly lose it right there, both cocks throbbing hard in her mouth, tail twitching against her clit on instinct. Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum, I chant at myself, gripping onto whatever composure I’ve got left. Can’t blow my load thirty seconds into round one, that’s just embarrassing for everyone involved.