Limitless Evolution As a Snake

”You take it so good, baby,” he rasped, watching her struggle, her chest heaving. The praise dripped like honey laced with venom. ”Such a filthy, perfect little cock-hole for my tail. My good girl.”

Her choked moan vibrated around the thick tail.

Fuck yes. Praise kink confirmed.

The seam below his waist split with a soft, wet schlick.

His twin cocks sprang free, thick as his wrists and already slick with pre-cum. The smell hit him, sharp, salty, his mixing with her pussy juices.

Pearly beads welled at each slit tip, dripping onto the stone floor beneath her suspended ass.

They throbbed, impossibly hard. Veins pulsed under the scaled skin.

He let one monstrous cock-head, slick and hot, nudge against her tiny, dripping pussy. Just resting there. Applying teasing pressure. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to impale herself.

He held her firm with his coils. ”Nuh-uh, greedy girl,” he hissed around the tail still fucking her mouth. Her muffled scream was pure frustration.

”Mmmph! Pleasee! Mmmph!”

He pulled his tail halfway out, letting her gasp wetly. ”Beg.” His grip tightened on her coils. ”Beg me to fuck this tight little cunt.

”Plllease!” she sobbed, voice wrecked, spit and tears coating her chin. ”Fuck me! Matt, please! Fuck my pussy! Need it!”

He slammed the tail back down her throat, silencing her please with a brutal gag. At the same instant, he drove his hips forward. That thick, scaled cock-head parted her slick folds with obscene ease and he bottomed out in one savage thrust. Her entire body arched like a bowstring against his coils. A scream tore from her throat, muffled and distorted by the tail stuffing it, but the raw, primal pain-pleasure of it vibrated through his dick. Her eyes rolled back, showing white. Her cunt clamped down like a fucking hydraulic press, milking him instantly.

Holy fucking shit.

He pulled back slowly, dragging every ridge and vein against her clenching walls. The wet, with a sucking schlorp Then slammed home again.

Thud.

Her muffled scream pitched higher.

Thud.

Her juices gushed, hot and slick, coating his scales.

Thud.

He set a brutal, jackhammer rhythm, pistoning into her soaked cunt while his tail fucked her face in counterpoint.

Her choked cries.”Mmmph! Hnnng! Gllk!”

Became a constant, desperate soundtrack. Her inner muscles fluttered and spasmed around his invading cock, trying to pull him deeper, milk him dry.

He leaned in, his forked tongue flicking against her tear-streaked cheek, tasting salt and desperation. ”Taking both so good,” he breathed, voice thick with lust. ”My tail down your beautiful throat, my cock wrecking your greedy little pussy. Perfect fucking toy.” Her answering moan vibrated around his tail, her cunt clenching even tighter. Fuck yes.

He fucked her like that for what felt like hours, lost in the wet, slapping rhythm – the gag-schlurp of her throat taking his tail, the slick squelch of her cunt swallowing his cock. Her body was a trembling, sweat-slicked mess pinned against the wall. Her juices ran down his shaft, dripping thickly onto the floor. Pre-cum leaked steadily from both his tips.

Then, still pounding relentlessly into her spasming depths, he nudged the slick, weeping head of his second cock against her stretched, glistening cunt. Just the tip. Testing, her entire body went rigid. A high-pitched, panicked whine escaped around the tail. He paused the brutal thrusts, grinding deep instead, letting her feel the impossible girth already splitting her open. ”Shhh,” he soothed, a cruel parody of comfort. ”You can take more. My good girl takes what she’s given.” He pressed the second crown harder. Her cunt walls, already stretched obscenely around the first cock, fluttered in frantic denial. Too much, impossible.

”Plllease!” she sobbed, the word mangled by the tail. ”Too big! Can’t!”

”Bullshit,” he hissed, low and dangerous. ”You want it. Feel how fucking wet you are?” He rubbed the second crown against her swollen clit. She shrieked, bucking wildly. ”Beg for it. Beg for both.”

Her resistance shattered. ”YES!” she screamed, the sound muffled but desperate. ”Fuck me! Both! Stuff me! PLEASE!”

He pushed, so slowly. The thick mushroom breached her, stretching her impossibly wider. Her scream was pure, ragged agony-pleasure. He felt her inner muscles ripple, spasm, tear just a fraction to accommodate him. Hotter. Tighter. Like fucking a furnace lined with velvet sandpaper. Inch by torturous inch, he sank the second monstrous cock into her alongside the first. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back again, her muffled screams became continuous, broken sobs.

”Hnnnnnnnnggggggg-!”

When he was finally balls-deep, both cocks buried to the hilt in her impossibly stretched, dripping cunt, he paused.

The pressure was insane, unreal. Her inner walls were a vice grip, fluttering and clenching around both invading shafts. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of his own dick amplified by the tight, hot confines. He leaned his snake head against hers, breathing hard. ”Fuck, Lyra,” he groaned, genuine awe mixing with the filth. ”Look at you, your incredible.”

He began to move. Slowly at first. Dragging both thick lengths out until just the heads remained lodged inside, her stretched entrance clinging desperately. The wet, sucking schlorrrrp was deafening. Then slamming back in.

Thud.

Her body jolted.

Thud.

Her juices flooded out around the twin intrusion.

Thud.

He found a rhythm, fucking her deep with both cocks, the angles shifting slightly with each thrust. One ridge scraped over a bundle of nerves deep inside and her G-spot? Fuck if he knew anatomy, but the result was electric.

Her entire body seized. A raw, animalistic scream tore from her throat, barely muffled by the tail. Her cunt clamped down with crushing, rhythmic intensity, milking both cocks simultaneously.

”MMMPH! FFFUCK! THERE! THERE!” she shrieked, her hips grinding frantically against him, trying to take him even deeper. Her eyes were wild, unfocused, lost in pure sensation.

He kept hammering that spot, relentless, feeling her inner walls convulse around him, hot silken muscles rippling and spasming in ecstatic agony. The wet sounds, her broken cries, the overwhelming heat and tightness. It was sensory overload. He was drowning in her. And it was fucking glorious. He kept fucking and harder and faster. Lost in the wet, slapping rhythm of pure, unadulterated depravity.

Her screams climbed higher, sharper, riding the edge of something shattering. He wasn’t stopping, not yet.