Limitless Evolution As a Snake

That hits me somewhere way deeper than my tail wrapped around my own cock, somewhere behind my ribs, and for a second the fog clears just enough for actual words to come out of my mouth instead of desperate noises.

”Woah, hey, hey, do you want to stop?”

The second I say it her eyes flash, and I swear on my life they actually catch fire for a heartbeat, this deep orange glow flooding her irises like something switched on inside her. Her tail comes whipping around out of nowhere and slaps down right across my second cock, this sharp little crack of pain and pleasure tangled together so bad I don’t even know which one I’m feeling first.

It feels incredible. Like, genuinely, unreasonably good, in a way that makes zero sense and also makes complete sense at the same time.

Oh no. Oh no, I think I’m into that. Or maybe I’m just into her, whatever weird combo of pain and want she’s serving up right now, and honestly, at this point I don’t even care which one it is. I just want to be inside her so bad my whole body’s shaking with it.

My hips buck up off the rug on their own, chasing her, chasing anything, and she just laughs, low and breathless, sliding herself back so I miss completely.

”Not yet,” she whispers, voice wobbling between that fire-eyed command and something softer underneath it. ”You didn’t answer me properly.”

”I don’t want to stop,” I whimper, fast, probably too fast. ”I just, I need you to know I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’ll go slow, I promise, just please.”

”Shh, sit down.” Her finger presses against my snout again, gentle this time, no push behind it. ”I know.”

She rolls her hips once more, achingly slow, her soaked panties dragging right along the underside of my tail where it’s still looped around my aching cock, and the tease of it nearly kills me right there.

Yeah, I’m going to die.

”Oh no,” she whispers, and her voice drops even lower, this warm little purr that somehow sounds like a threat and a promise wrapped together. ”We’re gonna have to punish you now.”

”What? Why?” My voice comes out way more panicked than I mean it to.

”I liked how you whimpered.” She leans her whole body over me, hot skin brushing against my scales, and pats my head, slow and gentle, like I’m a good boy who did something right instead of something that’s apparently earning me a punishment.

Then she smirks and pulls back just as fast. ”Such a good boy. But still, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

”No, please,” I blurt out, and I hate how desperate it sounds, but I can’t help it.

”Oh, you might like this one.” Her tail flicks out again, slow this time, dragging the tip along my second cock in one long, torturous line, and my whole body jerks like I’ve been tortured.

Then she starts moving down my body, this slow, deliberate crawl down my scales with her tail still teasing one cock while her chest lines up with the other. Those massive tits are slick with sweat, heaving with every breath, and she wraps them around my second cock without any warning at all.

Holy shit.

She wants me to use my tail on myself while she does that? The wet drag of her tail sliding along one shaft while her tits squeeze tight around the other, and I don’t even know which one to focus on; I just know I’m about two seconds from losing it completely.

”Cherry,” I gasp, hips already bucking again, chasing more, more, more. ”I’m gonna, I can’t, I’m gonna cum-”

”No.” The word cracks out sharp, cutting straight through the fog. ”Be a good boy and listen to me, no cumming. Not yet.”

I bite down on a groan so loud it nearly comes out as a scream, forcing my hips still even though every nerve in my body is begging me to just let go, pin her to the wall with my tail and fuck her senseless.

She starts sliding those tits up and down my cock, slow and deliberate, her skin soft and glossy with sweat, and every time she pushes down, the tip of my cock disappears between them, swallowed up in all that warm softness before popping back out, glistening.

The drag of it is unreal, this perfect mix of pressure and heat that makes my whole tail curl tighter around my other cock without me even meaning to move it.

She moans quietly, biting her lip as she watches my face, like my reaction is the whole point of this for her. ”You’re so cute when you raise your hips like that,” she says, panting, and I realise I’ve been doing it, chasing her rhythm without meaning to, desperate for more friction, more of anything.

I’m done for. Completely, hopelessly done for. She’s got me right where she wants me, and I don’t even care anymore, because the only thing my brain can process right now is her name and how bad I want to be good for her.

”Fuck, Cherry,” I hissed, my forked tongue tasting the humid air thick with her pheromones. ”Those fat fuckin’ tits feel like heaven wrapped around my dick.”

”Look at you,” she murmured, and her voice was a velvet caress that travelled right down my spine, making me arch involuntarily. ”So eager to please. You’re perfect like this.”

Cherry grinned, her crimson eyes gleaming. ”You want to be milked dry, cobra boy?” She squeezed her breasts tighter, the pressure making stars burst behind my eyelids.

Nah, she’s killing me. I need to cum.

Her nipple scraped against my other cock, rough and pebbled, making me groan with pleasure. I watch her, mesmerised. Sweat drips down the curve of her neck, tracing the swell of her jugs. Her skin glistens, and a raw, insane snake instinct floods my brain, screaming one thing: ”Mine. Claim her.”

”Cherry,” I managed to rasp out, voice straining. ”Can I bite you?”