Limitless Evolution As a Snake

I slither down eagerly, my eyes locked on Cherry as she adjusts herself on the plush couch of our shared space. Her wings flare slightly before settling with a soft rustle, a silent testament to her allure. My forked tongue flicks out, tasting the charged air, every nerve in my snake form attuned to her presence. She’s a small woman, her broken horns twitching, a sign of the internal shift I’ve come to recognise.

”Alright, Matt,” Cherry’s voice is honeyed steel, a mix of playful and predatory that sends a shiver through my coils, ”on your belly.”

Her words alone push me into motion. It’s absurd. I’m a bulletproof cobra with pop-out wings, and this tiny succubus has me heeling like a well-trained dog. Hentai logic, you win again.

I flatten myself to the floor without hesitation, my wings lying flat in a gesture of submission that is pure instinct.

”Good boy,” she purrs, the praise a possessive caress. ”Now, come here.”

I wiggle forward, not bothering to mask the eagerness in my movements. Her scent intensifies as I draw closer, a blissful mix of cinnamon and something uniquely hers that stirs primal instincts within me. I feel her gaze on me, those eyes doing the fire thing that ignites a different kind of heat.

When I’m within reach, Cherry leans forward, her hand brushing lightly over my snout, a gentle tease that earns a low hiss of pleasure from me. She laughs softly, a sound that dances through the room and settles into my bones.

”You’re getting better at this,” she notes, an odd mix of affection and challenge in her voice.

I can’t help the low, smug hiss that escapes me. ”All thanks to you, Cherry.”

”Don’t get cocky,” she warns, though her lips smile with amusement. Her fingers trace along my jaw, nails grazing my scales in the way that makes me shiver. ”Now, taste me.”

Her command is a gift, an invitation wrapped in authority.

I obey, tongue flicking out, tracing the path along her exposed thigh.

My human brain would have blown up trying to process this. My snake brain just catalogues the data: salt, sweat, heat, pure need. It’s better than any five-star meal I ever ate, and my whole body hums with the knowledge that this is mine.

Her breath hitched, and the sound is a victory to me. She adjusts, granting me better access, and I oblige without a second thought, pressing my mouth to her soft folds. A low hiss of satisfaction rumbles through my coils as I set to my task, following her earlier instructions with devotion.

”Slow,” she instructs, her voice a murmur above me, but I feel every bit of her control. ”Just like that. Right there.”

My tongue moves in slow strokes, savouring her taste, my senses flooded with her pussy juices. Cherry’s thigh clamps around my serpentine body like she’s locking me down. Her pussy is a slick, swollen feast inches from my snout, dripping juices that smell like sin and taste like honey on my flickering tongue.

”Lick,” she commands, voice low and dangerous as a blade sliding from its sheath. ”Slow. Like you’re savouring the last drop of whiskey.”

I obey, my tiny crimson body coiled tight against her inner thigh. My forked tongue darts out, tracing the swollen, throbbing bud of her clit with agonising precision. Her hips jerk with a sharp, sweet gasp. Alright, maybe I don’t totally suck at this.

”Good snake,” she purrs, fingers tangling possessively in the scales behind my head. ”Now suck. Like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”

I latch onto her clit, I suck hard, pulling the sensitive flesh into the wet heat of my mouth, my tongue flickering wildly against it. Cherry’s moan is a muffled, shuddering thing that vibrates through my entire body. Her thighs tremble, her scent intensifies, flooding my heat pits with pure, raw need.

”Fuck yes, just like that.” Her hand tightens, forcing my snout deeper. ”Now, fuck me with that tongue, Matt. Both ends, now.”

Panic flares. Both ends? How the unholy fuck. But instinct takes over, and my tongue splits, the twin tips probing lower, seeking the tight, dripping cunt beneath her clit, and I push in hard.

One forked tip slides into her cunt, the other pressing firmly against her clit. The sensation is electric, an overload that makes her taste explode on my tongue. Holy shit, it worked. Who needs hands when you have a god-tier forked tongue?

”Oh GOD!” she shrieks, back arching violently off the bed. Her cunt clenches around the invading tip of my tongue like a wet, greedy fist. ”YES! Fuck me! Fuck me with that forked fucking tongue!”

I piston my tongue. In and out, fast, shallow thrusts with the tip buried inside her, while the other fork rubs furious, tight circles on her clit. Her juices flow freely now, coating my snout, dripping down my scales. Her moans are continuous, broken gasps and filthy pleas.

”Harder! Deeper! FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking dare stop!”

I obey, fucking her with my tongue like a tiny, scaled piston, in and out, in and out. The wet slap of my scales against her soaked folds joins her ragged breathing. I can feel her inner walls rippling, tightening around my tongue-tip with each thrust. Cherry’s clit is a hard, desperate nub under my relentless attention.

Her free hand fists in the couch cushions. ”I’m gonna fuck! MATT! RIGHT THERE! DON’T STOP! MAKE ME COME YOU SLITHERY FUCK!”

I double down. Sucking her clit hard while simultaneously thrusting deeper with my tongue-fork. The dual assault is brutal, precise. I feel the exact moment she shatters. Her entire body goes rigid, a strangled scream tearing from her throat. Her cunt convulses violently around my tongue, a hot flood of her juices gushing over my snout, soaking me.

Her thighs clamp around my body like a python, squeezing the air out of me in a hiss.