Limitless Evolution As a Snake

I feel her surrender to me, her moans vibrating around me, causing my slit to weep.

Cherrie’s free hand ventures between her own thighs, her fingers working her clit in rough circles. The scent of her cunt, musky and sweet like honey, floods my senses.

”Cherry, I’m gonna!”

She pulls her mouth away with a wet pop, spit-strung and trembling. Her palm clamps around both bases, squeezing like a stress ball. ”No.” Her thumb rubs punishing circles under my crowns. ”Bad boy.”

I whimper, actually fucking whimper. Pre-cum oozes over her knuckles. ”Only I cum.” She leans in, licking up my left shaft. ”Hold it, or I’ll whip your nuts raw.” Her mouth engulfs me again. Slower now, so insanely torturous. Every suckle deliberate, every gulp timed to drag me back from the edge. Her tail-tip teases my battered balls with light flicks that make me shudder.

When my lower coils give an involuntary twitch, she stops and pulls off, blowing cold air on my weeping tips. ”Pitiful,” she whispers, before diving back down.

The cycle repeats, edging me with that infernal mouth. Denying me with cruel precision. My cocks are aching, swollen and purple-tipped, my balls are churning with unreleased load. She fucking owns me, owns every desperate pulse, every choked groan, and through the haze.

I know: I’d beg for this torment tomorrow, she slowly stands up and trails her tongue along my upper scales, towards my head and hood.

Her forked tongue flicks against my pulse point.

flick-flick-flick.

Right where my jaw meets my upper coils, that sensitive spot makes me shiver like a fucking chihuahua in a snowstorm.

”Pathetic,” she growls, breath hot and venom-sweet. ”Look at you, hard as cheap concrete and dripping for me like a broken faucet.” Her tail coils around my throat, squeezing just enough to blur my vision.

It’s absurd. My neck is thicker than her thigh, plated with scales that could stop a truck, yet this one thin strip of muscle owns me completely.

I gasp, air thin and precious, as her tail digs into my windpipe. ”Breathe when I say breathe, dog,” she whispers. ”You look so good with my tail around your neck.”

I choke out a whimper. Fuck, it’s hot and humiliating. My cocks throb, stupid, leaking traitors against her stomach.

Her free hand shoves between dick’s, fingers wrapping my shaft in a tight grip, squeezing me like she’s trying to juice an orange. ”You don’t get to spill yet,” she purrs, thumb rubbing cruel circles under my swollen head. Pre-cum slicks her knuckles. ”Not until you worship what matters.”

She straddles my face, thighs clamping my skull. Her cunt hovers inches above my snout, pink, glistening, smelling like salt and sin.

”Lick me clean, earn it.”

I dive in, my forked tongue working against her folds, lapping at her clit like a starved mutt at a water bowl. She tastes like lightning and honey. I groan into her, muffled and desperate, as her hips grind down in little figure eights. Her tail tightens around my upper coils, and white spots dance in my eyes.

”Beg,” she demands, grinding her hips down with the force of a sledgehammer. I can barely breathe through her, but my tongue never quits flicking, writhing and splitting against her clit until my face is soaked with her.

”Beg to paint my tits, you filthy lizard.” I’m a mess, drooling against her cunt, every muscle shaking, mouth full of her juices.

I want to say something cool, something that would put me back in control for half a heartbeat, but what actually comes out is a strangled, ”P-please, Cherry, lemme cum-fuck, I can’t need!” She doesn’t even pretend to acknowledge the plea. Her tail whips around my neck harder, not just squeezing, crushing. I see stars; everything narrows to her cunt on my snout, her pussy against my nose, the feel of her hands holding my hood.

I’m one wet-willied second from passing out. ”Hold it,” she snarls, voice riding the edge between command and threat.

”You want to finish? Hold it or I’ll tie your cocks in a knot and watch you cry, little worm.”

I try. God, I try to obey, but my midsection bucks on its own, scraping against the couch, and the only thing stopping me from blowing my load right then is her tail throttling my windpipe shut. My balls feel like concrete grenades. I whimper, tongue spazzing, desperate to do something—anything, to earn release.

”Worthless,” she spits, grinding harder. She’s close, too; I can feel her pulse through her thighs, the way her tail tip beats a rhythm against the underside of my jaw. She wants this, but she wants it on her terms, always. She finally lets up, just a hair.

Oxygen slams back into my lungs like a shot of espresso straight to the veins. I gasp, dizzy, head swimming, body on pure autopilot.

”Now,” Cherry screams, voice turned guttural by the hunger in it. ”Now, you little freak. Cum for me.”

I barely get a second’s warning. It’s not a movie orgasm where the guy gets to flex and moan—no, it’s a disaster flood, a full-body uncoiling mess that leaves me wrecked. Ropes of cum shoot up, splashing across her back and ass in obscene, pearlescent lines. Holy shit. This isn’t human; it’s a damn fire hose filled with industrial-grade caulk. Guess this is another one of those power-ups Old Mate forgot to mention in the user manual’s fine print. Item 34b: May now ejaculate like a breached dam.

Cherry laughs, a choked, high-pitched thing. She leans back, scoops a handful of my load off her back, and rubs it into her nipples with a lazy, taunting smirk. ”Look at this mess. Did you even listen to a word I said? Dumb fucking lizard.”

I’m panting, half-conscious and way past the point of shame. ”Yours,” I gasp. ”All yours, Cherry. You fucking own me—”

SLAP. Her palm lands on my face so hard it echoes off the walls. My jaw throbs, and it’s honestly the only thing holding my consciousness together. ”Naughty dog,” she growls, claws digging into the scales of my head. ”