Limitless Evolution As a Snake

Her pussy stays empty. I make sure of it. I can feel how much she wants it, how her hips buck back, looking for something to fill her, and I don’t give it to her. Not yet.

She teased me earlier, and now it’s my turn. I bring one of my clone’s tail down across her ass, a sharp slap that echoes off the walls, and she yelps, back arching, and then moans long and low as the sting turns straight into pleasure. Her noises pile on top of each other, wet gasping cries, breathy little ”ah, ah, ah” sounds timed to every little thrust in her ass, her voice cracking every time she tries to say my name and it comes out half a syllable, swallowed by another moan.

”Please,” she finally manages, voice wrecked, dragged out into something desperate. ”Matt, please, I need!”

”You need what?” I demand, and every one of us asks it too, the question echoing from twelve different mouths at once.

She just sobs, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing a fullness she isn’t getting. ”Please,” she sobs, her voice breaking. ”I can’t—I can’t take it—turn back...I need you- AAA, your cock’s”

”You sure about that?” I tease, my voice rough. ”You’re taking them so well. You don’t want to see how many more you can fit?”

She shakes her head, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. ”No, yes-fuck, I don’t know—just you—I need you!”

I don’t make her wait. With a thought, the snakes dissolve back into me, their bodies melting into mine until I’m whole again, my cock’s throbbing, aching to be inside her. She whimpers at the loss, her body still twitching, still trembling, but then I’m there, pressing against her entrance, and she lets out a broken, desperate sound.

”Yes! Yes! yes!” she chants, her nails raking down the cushion as I push inside, her body stretching around me in a way that makes my vision blur. She’s so wet, so hot, and the way she clenches around me makes my serpentine form snap forward without thought.

I groan, burying my snout against the curve of her shoulder, my fangs grazing her skin. ”Fuck, you feel amazing, you are amazing.”

She spins around, still with my cocks inside her facing up at me now, then wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my ridge line. ”Harder,” she gasps. ”Fuck me harder!”

I don’t hold back, I slam into her, my mid-body pistoning, my cocks driving deep with every thrust. The couch creaks beneath us, the side slamming against the wall, and she screams, her body tightening around me like a lock. Her thighs shake, and I can feel her getting close, her breath coming in sharp, desperate little gasps.

”Come for me,” I growl, my voice rough. ”Let me feel you come!”

She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing around me, her walls milking my cocks in waves that make my vision white out. I groan, burying myself deep as I spill inside her, my coils jerking with every pulse of my release.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the way her heart hammers against my coils. Then she lets out a shaky laugh, her fingers tangling against the scales of my hood.

”That was...” she pants, her voice still breathless. ”That was insane-”

”Insane” is one word for it. I settle back, brushing sweaty hair from her forehead with my tail. I hum to myself, pleased. In my old life, I would’ve killed to have a girl look at me like this. Now... now I have this. It’s new. And I really, really like it.

”So,” I say, tilting my head. ”You all filled up, or you need another round?”

Her eyes go wide. ”No! No, I’m good, I’m fine, I’m...” She shakes her head like I just offered her a seventh course she can’t finish. ”Totally fine.”

”Good girl, I love you, Cherry.” I chuckle, soft this time. I scoop her up before she can argue, one coil under her knees and my tail behind her back. She’s light, still trembling, smelling of sex and satisfaction. I carry her to the bathroom and set her down gently in the tub.

The water’s warm, not hot, and I start working through the mess we made, running my tail along her thigh first, easing into it slowly. She sighs, relaxes back against the tile, eyes fluttering shut. Then I dip the tip of my tail lower, gently, just meaning to clean her up properly. I’m super innocent, of course, and her whole body jolts.

”Matt!” Her voice cracks. ”Matt, wait...”

”Just cleaning you up,” I murmur, and I keep my tail moving slow so it doesn’t sound like the lie it is.

She’s too wrecked to argue properly, mouth open, eyes half shut, and when the tip presses in she just kind of melts, her whole body going loose against the tile like her bones gave up the fight. I ease deeper, letting the muscle flex and spill the way it wants to, and she gasps out something that isn’t a word at all.

”Matt, that’s not! that’s not cleaning,” she manages, breathless, but her hips are already tilting toward me, so I don’t think she means it.

”Gotta get everywhere,” I say, real solemn, like I’m reading off a shampoo bottle. ”Very thorough. Very hygienic.”

She laughs, or tries to, but it breaks halfway into a moan when I curl the tip just right, finding that spot deep in her that makes her thighs shake. Water sloshes over the side of the tub. She doesn’t seem to notice.

I keep it slow at first, just testing, just feeling her out, my tail sliding easily through her from how wet she already is, no resistance at all.

She’s so sensitive after everything else that even slow feels like too much, her nails scraping down my scales.