Limitless Evolution As a Snake

I keep licking, fucking her through the aftershocks, lapping up every spasm, every drop as she trembles above me.

Yeah, she’s mine. The thought is simple, absolute, and the most satisfying thing I’ve ever felt.

Her grip on my head loosens, turning into shaky strokes.

”Fuck,” she breathes, voice wrecked. ”Good snake.”

I stay buried against her, tasting her climax on my tongue, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her body against my scales.

Holy shit, I did that. Forked tongue is the best thing ever; damn, I feel smug. Exhausted, and utterly, completely owned. Cherry’s fingers trace my spine, possessive and satisfied. The silence is thick, broken only by her slowing breaths and the frantic drumming of my own tiny snake heart.

”Rear up,” Cherry commanded, still catching her breath, and honestly? Easiest request I’ve gotten all week.

My human brain shuts right off. No weird considerations, just a simple request my snake body is already begging to fulfil. I coil myself higher, stacking my lower body into a solid base. It’s wild how easy this is now; I remember when I was barely a foot long and ’rearing up’ meant getting my head three inches off the floor.

Now, I lift up tall and let both cocks slide free from where they’d been pressed against my scales. They’re already hard, already leaking a little, because apparently licking and rubbing a succubus to orgasm gets me just as worked up as it gets her.

Cherry stares up at me from where she’s kneeling, eyes still doing that colour-shift thing they do when she’s riding high on whatever hormonal cocktail her body just cooked up. Her breathing hasn’t evened out yet. Her tail is doing this slow, twitchy thing behind her, curling and uncurling like it’s got a mind of its own.

”Good boy,” she mutters, and something about the way she says it makes my hood want to flare on instinct.

I don’t say anything smooth back. I’m too busy focusing on not embarrassing myself in the next thirty seconds.

She reaches up and wraps a hand around the base of one of my shafts, small fingers barely getting all the way around, and just looks at it for a second. Like she’s deciding where to start. Like this is a meal she wants to savour instead of rush.

Then her tongue comes out, slow, deliberate, and drags one long stripe up the underside from base to tip.

My whole body locks up. ”Oh-” is the only sound I manage, which is not exactly the smooth, dominant serpent energy I was going for, but in my defence, nobody warned me a succubus tongue would feel like that.

She hums against me, pleased with herself, and does it again. Slower this time. Her eyes flick up to watch my reaction, and there’s something sharp and satisfied in them, like she’s cataloguing every twitch and shiver she’s pulling out of me.

”You’re sensitive,” she says, like she’s just discovered a fun fact.

”You’re sensitive,” she says, like she’s just discovered a fun fact.

”I’m a snake, not made of stone,” I manage, my voice rougher than I want. Fucking hell. I’m a bulletproof cobra built for war, and her tongue is doing more damage than a minotaur’s hammer ever did. Make it make sense.

She grins around a slow lick to the head of my other cock, and the sound she makes, the half-moan, half-hum of satisfaction, goes straight through me like she just lit me on fire.

My tail twitches against the floor, my coils tighten instinctively, muscles flexing without permission.

Whoa, okay, settle down. This is supposed to be the easy part, the bit where I just hold my position and enjoy the ride. My body, however, seems to have other, far less relaxed plans.

But nothing about the way she’s looking at me right now feels casual. It feels like claiming, like she’s marking territory with her mouth, slow and deliberate, taking her sweet time exploring every inch like she’s got all night and nowhere else to be.

She wraps her lips around the head of the first cock and sinks down, painfully slow, and I feel every centimetre of it like a bolt of lightning travelling straight up my spine.

”Cherry- hah-” I start, not even sure what I’m about to say, because my brain has officially checked out and left me running on pure sensation.

She pulls back just enough to look up at me, mouth still wrapped around me, eyes half-lidded and burning with something that isn’t just lust. It’s hunger, or it’s possession. It’s mine, written in every slow drag of her tongue. Then she sinks back down, and I stop thinking about anything at all.

Fuck, I forgot she also has a forked tongue.

”Ssssweet,” she mumbles, breath steaming against my sensitive crown, then she swallows me whole.

Both cocks vanish into that wet second pussy, her lips stretching obscenely around the girths. My vision whites out.

Her throat muscles convulse in rhythmic pulses.

glup glup glup.

milking me deep, saliva drips down my shafts, pooling on my scaled belly. She pulls back just enough for air, cheeks hollowed, and the slurping ”ngh amuhhh ahah” vibrates through my bones.

”Fuck! Cherry!”

Her nails dig into my lower coils. Eyes locked on mine, she takes me deeper, and deeper. Until her nose presses against the scales of my underbelly. The gagging sounds aren’t pretend; her throat clenches like a velvet fist. My tail thrashes wildly. My balls tighten, drawing up against my body. Close, way too fucking close.

Smack!

Her succubus tail, barbed and whip-thin, cracks against my sac. Pain explodes. Jesus Christ! Sweet, bright agony makes my cocks twitch violently inside her mouth. I’m supposed to be the indestructible one here. Since when do I have a weak spot?

”Take it,” Cherry growls around my shafts, voice garbled with me inside her. ”Good boys don’t whine.”

Smack-smack-SMACK!

Each strike sends lightning up my spine. My lower coils buck, fucking her face in short, desperate jerks.