Limitless Evolution As a Snake

I slam in one more time, bottom out deep, and my whole snake body locks up. My cock throbs hard inside her, once, twice, and then I’m cumming, spilling deep, filling her right up. It’s a lot, more than I expect, and I can feel it, feel her taking every drop, her walls milking me for more like she wants it all.

At the same time, my second cock, still pressed against her clit, twitches hard and lets go too, hot ropes spurting up her stomach, painting her skin, some catching her tits, her nipples still hard and slick now with it.

She gasps at the feeling, back arching a little, like even that’s enough to wring another small shiver out of her.

I keep pumping into her slow, riding it out, my cock still buried deep and pulsing, second cock still twitching weakly against her, a few more spurts landing lower on her stomach. She’s just breathing hard, chest rising and falling, looking down at herself, at the mess, at me still catching my breath above her.

”That’s... a lot,” she manages, voice wrecked, kind of laughing even though she barely has the air for it.

Yeah, Sorry.

I say, because that’s about all I’ve got right now.

”Don’t be.” She reaches up, drags a finger through some of it on her stomach, looks at it like she’s cataloguing the evidence. ”Definitely don’t be sorry.”

I ease out slow, careful, and there’s this obscene little sound as I do, cum leaking out around where I was, and she winces a bit at that, oversensitive, but doesn’t complain. I settle beside her, coil loosely around her waist, and legs not trapping her, just there, and reach over to brush the hair off her sweaty forehead.

You good? That wasn’t too much? It was my first time so...

She lets out this breathy laugh, still catching her breath. ”Too much? Matt, I think you broke something in me, in a good way. Definitely in a good way.”

Very reassuring.

”Give me a second, I can’t feel my legs.”

I hiss out a laugh at that, settle in next to her, and grab the edge of the towel to wipe some of the mess off her stomach, because leaving her lying in my own spunk feels a little rude, all things considered.

Her breathing evens, a soft smile on her flushed face as I stroke her hair.

That’s my girl, you did so good.

She nuzzles closer, and something tight in my chest loosens. This? This is what I crave.

Good girl.

I murmur again, and even wrecked like she is, she still shivers at that, still manages a weak little smile, and something about that hits me almost as hard as the sex did.

She drifts off not long after, breathing slow and even against me, her face tucked right up close to mine, close enough I can feel each breath she lets out. I keep my coils loose around her waist, not tight, not holding her down or anything, just there, just close, and she doesn’t pull away from it, just melts into it instead, one hand curled up near her chin like a kid.

I watch her for a while, can’t help it. The blush on her cheeks hasn’t fully faded yet, and every so often she twitches a little in her sleep, some leftover shiver working itself out of her system. I nudge my head in a bit closer, just resting there against her cheek, and she sighs, this soft little sound, and burrows in more.

And that’s when it hits me.

I just had sex.

Like, actual sex. With an actual person, a hot dark elf person. And I made her make those sounds, and I did that, me, this little red noodle with no arms and no legs and barely any brain to speak of half the time.

How.

How did I do that?

I run it back in my head, the angles, the way I moved, the way I found some rhythm like my body already knew what to do even though I sure as hell didn’t, and the only explanation I’ve got is that somewhere deep in my dumb snake brain, some part of me had clearly been marinating in every weird late night video I ever definitely did not watch on purpose. Tentacle stuff, that one with the slime girl in the cave, that happened to be an elf, all of it, mashed together, downloaded straight into my base instincts like some kind of cursed muscle memory, and then just... deployed. Flawlessly apparently.

I don’t know whether to be proud of myself or concerned about myself.

A little bit of both, probably.

I’m a snake.

Happy red tequila worm, that’s what I am. Just living my best life, coiled up next to a warm, soft, gorgeous girl who’s still faintly leaking cum from what I did to her, and if this isn’t the best moment of my entire short, weird little existence then I don’t know what is.

I let my head rest against her jaw, just soaking it in, and hum low and quiet, content in a way I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt before, not once, not in my whole life before the sewers, before any of this.

She stirs slightly, murmurs something I don’t catch, and pulls me a little closer without even waking up.

Sunlight starts leaking in through the cracks somewhere, thin and gold, and that’s about when the voice comes back, loud and stupid inside my skull like it never left.

[System: YOU DID IT YOU LITTLE FUCKER. Really painted her completely, wow, nice tits. I’m sad I couldn’t have seen it; mind you that would have been weird, but so proud of you, you little legend. Bloody oath, look at the sight of her covered in your jizz, wonderful-]

I don’t even think about it, it just happens.

SHUT UP. SHUT UP, DON’T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT. SHE’S MINE.