Limitless Evolution As a Snake

And the worst part.

It’s that my body is already obeying, and I’m ready to kiss her feet if she asks me to.

And I will; I’ll listen to her, my massive form coiling tighter beneath her as she settles herself on my body, like a queen on a throne. Her touch is light as she runs her fingers along my scales, each point of contact sending sparks of sensation racing through my brain.

damn it’s like there are Pop Rocks in my skull.

My tail curls instinctively, a reflex I didn’t know I had, as if I’m trying to wrap around her, hold her close, like we did last night.

Her voice, now low and edged with an authority that struck me like a physical blow- man, that’s all it takes for me to remember my place.

"Stay still," she ordered me, her gaze locking onto me with an intensity that made any thought of disobedience crumble like sand in a wave.

God, I’m so acutely aware of every inch of my serpentine form, each scale on fire under her scrutiny.

"Yes, Cherry," I hissed, the words coming as naturally as breathing, though my pulse raced with anticipation.

Her touch was deliberate as she traced a path along the length of my body, each careful press of her fingers setting off a chain reaction of sensation.

God, I can’t help but react; my muscles keep shifting beneath her touch, and I’m becoming attuned to her every movement. It was a weird thrill to be so vulnerable under her hand.

Cherry leans in closer, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to the cool air around us. The scent of her, something sweet and intoxicating, is filling my senses, making me a bit dizzy with a need that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her lips brushed by my ear as she spoke, her words a carefully measured promise of control.

"Show me how well you can listen," she murmured, her breath a warm caress against my scales. "You’re mine now, aren’t you?"

There was no hesitation in my response. "Yes, I’m yours," I confirmed, meaning every word in a way that this was a new feeling, making me nearly pop both my cocks out.

Satisfied, Cherry shifted, positioning herself above him with a grace that contradicted her earlier awkwardness. Her knees pressed into the soft shag rug on either side of me, her hands steady as they crept up slowing onto my cobra hood, pulling me closer, deeper into the space between them that she controlled entirely.

"Watch me," she commanded, her eyes were shifting colours like a kaleidoscope, and damn, I found myself utterly captivated, unable to look away even if I wanted to.

There was something about her gaze that held me hooked, a promise of pleasure and purpose that made my own needs seem secondary, yet somehow more urgent than ever.

Her hands start moving then, slow and sure, finding every spot on me that turns my brain to static. She traces the ridge along my cobra hood, down the side where my scales get thin and soft, over the place just behind my jaw that I didn’t even know was sensitive until right now. My whole body jerks as I get hit with a live wire.

"Found another one," she says, voice all smug, pressing right into that same spot again just to watch me twitch.

I try to get my tail up to touch her leg, just a little, just to feel something back, but she catches it without even looking and pins it flat against the rug.

"No touching," she insisted; it was simple and final. Like she’s talking to a dog that keeps jumping on the couch.

"Cherry, come on."

"No no no no." She wags a finger at me, actually wags it, and somehow that’s hotter than it has any right to be. "Watch only."

Then she starts undoing the little buttons on the maid outfit, one at a time, way slower than any hand should be capable of moving. Each button undone means a little more skin, and my brain fails a bit more with every inch; damn she’s not even rushing. She’s enjoying this, watching me lose it while she takes her sweet time.

Her hips start moving against me too, slow at first, rocking back and forth right over the spot where my cocks are still tucked away, hidden.

It’s like she knows exactly where they’re gonna come out before I do. She grinds down, rolls her hips like she’s riding a horse, and the friction against my scales there sends this deep pulse of heat straight through my whole body.

Old mate’s supposed to be quiet during this kind of thing, but I swear I can feel him somewhere in the back of my skull just losing it laughing.

I try again, tail twitching toward her thigh, and she catches it again without breaking eye contact, without breaking rhythm, and just tsks at me like I’m a houseplant she’s disappointed in for leaning toward the window again.

"You don’t listen very well, do you," she says, and there’s no anger in it, just this calm, delighted control, like she already knew I was gonna try and she’s proud of herself for calling it.

That’s when it happens, that’s it. The pressure building low in my body finally breaks past whatever’s been holding it back, and my cock sleeve splits open, both of them sliding out slow and heavy, already achingly hard, already leaking a little at the tips.

Cherry actually stops moving for a second. Her eyes go wide, colour still shifting through that kaleidoscope thing they do, and she says, real quiet, "Wow."

Just that, just wow. Like she wasn’t expecting two, or wasn’t expecting them to be that big. Either way, it does something to my ego that I really don’t have time to process right now because she’s already leaning down toward them.

She doesn’t touch them; she just tucks her hair behind her left ear and blows.