Limitless Evolution As a Snake

My tail coils around her wrists, possessive and unyielding, pinning her to the sheets as I drag her to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull back just before she shatters. Her whimpers fill the room, hips bucking wildly, chasing the pleasure I deny her. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, thick in the air, and I can’t resist dragging my forked tongue through her slick folds, savouring the way she trembles beneath me.

"You love this, don’t you?" I growl against her, the words vibrating against her clit. "Love when I split my tongue inside you, fucking you deep while my smoke plays with your body." My tendrils slither up her sides, wrapping around her ribs before drifting higher, teasing the undersides of her breasts. They tighten around her nipples, pulling just enough to make her gasp, her back arching off the bed.

Her breath hitches as I press my tongue deeper, the forked tip stretching her, filling her in ways no human ever could. She moans, a broken sound, her fingers clawing at the sheets as my smoke tightens its grip, rolling her nipples between tendrils, pinching just hard enough to make her cry out.

"Master- ahh please! please!" she gasps, her voice trembling.

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I redouble my efforts, my tongue plunging in and out of her, the forked ends curling to stroke her walls in ways that make her hips jerk violently. My smoke teases her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure before flicking it in rapid succession, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Her thighs clamp around my head, her body trembling as she teeters on the edge. I can feel her pulse against my tongue, her walls fluttering, and I know she’s close. But I don’t let her come—not yet. I pull back just enough to make her whine, her hips lifting off the bed, desperate for more.

"You’re so greedy," I murmur, my breath hot against her. "Begging for my tongue, my smoke, like you can’t get enough." My wisps tighten around her nipples, pulling them taut, and she cries out, her body jerking as the sensation overwhelms her.

I don’t give her time to recover. My tongue thrusts back inside her, deeper this time, the forked ends curling to stroke her in ways that make her scream. My smoke lashes at her clit, flicking it relentlessly, each touch sending her higher and higher.

"Master—Master, I can’t—" she gasps, her voice breaking.

"You can," I growl, my tongue never stopping. "And you will."

Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed as she finally shatters, her walls clenching around my tongue as she comes with a broken cry. I don’t stop; I need to keep going, my tongue and smoke working in tandem, drawing out her orgasm until she’s trembling, her thighs shaking around my head.

But I’m not done with her.

I pull back just enough to speak, my voice a dark purr. "Again."

She whimpers, her body already sensitive, but I don’t care. My tongue plunges back inside her, the forked ends stretching her, filling her completely. My smoke tightens around her nipples, pulling them hard, and she cries out, her hips bucking wildly.

"Master, please- oh f-f-f-uck it’s go-it’s too much..."

I ignore her pleas, my tongue and smoke working in perfect sync, driving her toward another peak. Her body tenses, her back arching as she comes again, this time harder, her walls clenching around my tongue as she screams my name.

I finally pull back, my lips glistening with her juice, my smoke curling around her body like a lover’s embrace. She’s a trembling mess, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Good girl," I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction. "But we’re not done yet."

Her eyes widen as I lower my head again, my tongue flicking over her clit, my smoke teasing her nipples. She moans, her body already responding, her hips lifting off the bed.

I don’t stop until she’s come again, her body trembling, her voice hoarse from screaming. Only then do I finally pull back, my tail uncoiling from her wrists, my smoke retreating from her body.

She lies there, spent, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes barely open. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips, tasting herself on her tongue. "Still think I fight fair?" I murmur, my voice a dark chuckle.

She doesn’t answer; poor thing, she can’t. Her body is too wrecked, too overwhelmed to form words. But the way she reaches for me, pulling me down for another kiss, tells me everything I need to know.

Sun’s barely up, city skyline still soft and orange, towers glinting like they’re showing off. I hover out onto the wrap-around balcony, smoke fins popping out on reflex, and just kind of sit there in the air for a second like an idiot, testing whether gravity’s actually forgotten about me or if I’m about to eat concrete forty floors down.

Nope. Still floating, still feels weird, but it’s awesome.

That’s when Old Mate wakes up in my skull, and I swear I can feel the exact moment consciousness hits him because it comes through as a groan so loud it rattles my teeth.

[System:...oh me fuckin oath. What happened, why do I feel like I got run over by a road train made of Bundy rum.]

Morning, sunshine.

[System: Don’t, don’t you even dare. Gimme a sec, gotta check something.]

All I can hear is the sound of, I guess old mate rifling through drawers looking for painkillers, and then a string of muttering that I only catch half of.

[System: Right, right, evolution paths, gotta check if there’s a way back to, y’know, normal human, skin and bones and not looking like a bloody smoke machine had a baby with a Japanese vending machine.]

Thought we were past that.

[System: Shut up, I’m working.]

What did you find? Hello? Old Mate... why are you quiet?

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