Limitless Evolution As a Snake

”Please,” she breathes. ”Don’t stop.”

I don’t. Slow circles with the tip of my tongue right on her clit, feeling her coilss twitch and roll against me. My snout presses lower, into her cunt, and I push my tongue inside her just slightly, curling it, feeling her clench around the intrusion.

”Oh god,” she moans, voice cracking.

”Not god,” I say, smug. ”Just me.”

She laughs through the moan, breathless, and reaches back to grip my coils, fingers pressing into scales like she needs something to hold onto.

I keep going—long slow licks, quick little flicks against her clit—feeling her get wetter, hotter, her whole body shaking slightly with each wave. The noises she’s making are the best thing I’ve ever heard.

”You like that?” I ask, pulling back just slightly.

”Yes, yes, don’t stop, please.”

”I won’t. I told you. I could do this forever.”

I press back in, tongue working her clit directly now, steady pressure. Her leg trembles in my tail’s grip. Her moans get louder, less controlled—little gasps of my name mixed with wordless sounds.

I let my snout drift lower again, tongue dipping inside her, tasting her properly. Memorizing the exact way she tightens around me.

”Matt, I’m gonna.”

”Not yet,” I say, pulling back just enough to deny her. Grinning internally because I’m an absolute menace. ”I want you right at the edge.”

”That’s mean,” she whines.

”I know. I love you anyway.”

I slide one coil up along her stomach, pressing gently, feeling the soft give of her skin under smooth scale. My mind wanders somewhere possessive and hungry.

”You know what’d be hot,” I murmur against her thigh. ”You carrying my eggs.”

She goes still for half a second. ”Me?”

”Yeah. You.” I stroke my coil slow across her stomach, feeling muscles tense under my touch. ”You want babies with me?”

The question comes out raw—no filter. I’m a snake. I don’t do subtlety.

She makes a sound between a moan and a laugh, breathless. ”You’re serious.”

”Dead serious.” I press my snout against her coils, tongue flicking out to taste her skin again. ”I love you. I think about it. You, round with my eggs, safe here with me.”

”Matt.” Her voice cracks; her coilss roll back against me like her body’s answering before her brain catches up.

”Yeah?”

”I—” She moans instead of finishing.

I keep stroking her stomach with my coil—slow circles—while my tongue goes back to work between her legs. She’s right at the edge now; shaking; breath coming in short pants.

”Say it,” I tell her, voice rough. ”Tell me you want it.”

”I want it,” she gasps. ”I want your babies, Matt—oh god, please.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I pull back from her clit—let her hang there one more torturous second—then shift my whole body behind her. My twin cocks extend from inside me: long, throbbing. I line them up together against her entrance.

”Both?” she asks, shaky with nervous excitement.

”Both,” I confirm. ”One hole. You can take it.”

”Matt.”

”I got you.”

I push forward slow, both cocks pressing in together, the twin stretch forcing her open around the combined width of them. She cries out sharply, back arching off my coils, wings snapping half-open behind her before she catches herself, and I groan low in my throat at the feeling. The tight slick clench of her squeezing down around both lengths at once, the way her body resists and yields in the same breath.

”Oh my god,” she chokes out, voice thin. ”Matt, that’s, that’s so much.”

”You’re doing so good.” I press my snout against the curve of her shoulder, nosing along the line of her neck, fangs carefully tucked back so only smooth scale brushes her skin. ”So perfect for me.”

I keep the pressure forward, slow, an inch at a time, feeling every flutter and clench as she adjusts around me. The stretch makes her shake. I feel it. Feel her trying to breathe through it, feel the way her walls grip and release and grip again, working me deeper without meaning to.

My tail adjusts its hold on her leg, angling her coilss up just slightly, and the next push seats me deeper and she makes a sound that goes straight through me.

”You feel incredible,” I groan, the words coming out rough and unplanned. ”wrapped around me like this, fuck.”

”Matt, please move, please.”

I pull back slow, both cocks dragging through the tight grip of her, and push back in. She cries out. I do it again, a little harder, feeling the way her body opens for the thrust and squeezes down on the pull, and I settle into a rhythm, deep and steady, each roll of my coil’s drawing a higher sound out of her than the last.

I press my snout against her neck and drag my tongue slow up the line of her throat, tasting salt and the faint sweetness underneath it. My free coils wrap snug around her waist, not squeezing, just holding her flush against me so every thrust pushes through her whole body.

”Love you,” I murmur into her neck, thrusting slow and deep.

”Love you so much. Gonna fill you up so good.”

”Matt-ah!” My name breaks apart in her mouth, and she clenches hard around me, a full-body clench, her spine curving back against my chest.

I shift my upper body, curling forward until my snout reaches the near edge of her wing, and I press my lips along the thin membrane there, soft and careful, feeling the delicate structure flex under my mouth. She tastes faintly powdery here, something different than the rest of her skin, something that makes my tongue want to map every inch of it.

She shudders violently. A new sound tears out of her, higher and startled and desperate.

”Oh, oh that’s, Matt, what are you...”

”Just enjoying every part of you,” I say against the wing, still thrusting slow and steady, still holding her wrapped in my coils.

”Every single part.”