Limitless Evolution As a Snake

"You love getting fucked in the ass, huh?" I growl, yanking her hair back another inch.

"Yes! Yes, I love it, I love it so much, please don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—"

I hiss through my fangs, thinking about her belly swelling up round and full with my eggs, and the thought alone nearly finishes me right then.

"Can’t wait to watch you get big," I tell her, voice rough. "Gonna stuff you so full you can’t hide it."

She comes apart at that, whole body seizing, back bowing, a scream tearing out of her that doesn’t even sound like words anymore. Her cunt clamps down around me so hard I nearly black out too.

I’m right there with her. Every thrust bottoms out deep, her ass swallowing me whole, her pussy squeezing tighter every time like it’s trying to keep me in forever.

I can’t hold it anymore. I slam in one last time, both cocks buried to the hilt, and just let go.

It hits her in waves, thick and hot, flooding her from both ends at once, and she screams my name so loud it echoes off the roulette tables. I keep pumping through it, milking every last drop out of myself into her, watching her stomach twitch under my smoke like her body’s trying to make room for all of it.

She’s shaking, sobbing, mumbling nonsense between broken little "Matt"s, telling me it feels so good, telling me she can’t move, can’t feel her legs, can’t do anything but lie there and take it.

Cum drips down from both her holes at once, painting the space between us, soaking into the roulette carpet under the table.

Someone’s gonna have to bleach that later, not my problem.

I lean down and drag my tongue slow across her cheek, tasting salt and sweat, and murmur against her ear.

"Hope this one takes."

She nods, barely, head lolling, eyes fluttering shut. She’s got that fucked-stupid look on her face, the good kind, the kind that means I did my job right.

Then she’s out. Completely gone, breathing slow and even, body limp as a noodle.

I scoop her up with my tail, coiling gently around her waist, careful not to jostle her too much even though she’s clearly not gonna wake up for a while. She curls into the scales without even knowing she’s doing it, face pressed against me, hand still twitching like she’s chasing an orgasm in her sleep.

Cum’s still leaking out of her with every little movement, dripping down my tail, splattering onto the casino floor in a nice long trail as I carry her out past the poker tables.

I glide through the empty casino floor, neon lights buzzing overhead, my tail wrapped protectively around the woman currently drooling on my scales, and something in my chest goes warm and stupid looking at her.

Yeah. She smells like me, and she’s mine. This casino’s mine. The whole rotten Undercity underneath Ami can hear me loud and clear if it wants to.

I leave the trail of cum smeared down the hallway on purpose. Let my uncle’s crew see it if they come sniffing around. Let every rival gambler who thinks about muscling in on this place get a good long look at exactly whose territory they’re standing in.

Old Mate finally stirs somewhere in the back of my skull, sluggish and half-drunk sounding even for him.

[System: Oi. You still alive in there, ya feral bastard?]

Barely, dragging myself down the corridor toward the private elevator that leads up to the apartment.

[System: Bloody hell. please give me a warning next time, you got jizz everywhere- what, are you a sprinkler? Jesus.]

Wasn’t planned, just happened.

[System:Is it your breeding season? You good? Yeah nah, mate, things like that don’t just "happen." That’s what we call a Grade-A, top-shelf, absolute unit of a debauchery event. IP’s still tallying up; gonna take me a sec; the manual’s spittin’ errors all over the place.]

Course it is.

[System: But between you and me, she’s lucky to have a bloke like you. Feral as hell, sure, but lucky.]

That is shockingly sweet of you to say, thank you.

[System: Don’t get used to it, Cunt.]

Ahh, there he is.

I don’t say anything to that. Just glance down at her sleeping face, tucked safe against my scales, and keep carrying her home.

The elevator doors slide shut behind us, cutting off the last of the casino noise, leaving just the two of us and the quiet hum of the lift climbing up toward the apartment.

Mine, all of it, every last inch.

I clean up my beautiful girl in the shower, then tuck her into bed next to my other beautiful girl who just makes cute noises in her sleep. I’ll let both of them sleep through the rest of the day.

Back in the bathroom, I double-check the mirror, then take a minute just to stand there, flexing and unflexing the smoke-fins along my back. They fan out, then collapse, then ripple again, responding to moods I can’t even name. It’s addictive, messing with them.

Like popping bubble wrap, but for your own body.

I flick my tongue out, catch the scent of Cherry’s skin still clinging to the air, and decide to savour it for as long as possible before the city tries to kill me again. Maybe I’ll even bring her back something from the job. I bet she’d like that.

I run the water hot and just sink into the tub, coils and all, letting the steam curl up around my scales like I actually need to relax after that. I don’t. But it feels nice, so who cares.

There’s a little bottle sitting on the edge of the tub, pink label, cursive writing, something about strawberries and cream. I pick it up with a bit of tail and give it a sniff, tongue flicking out to taste the air around it.