It should be uncomfortable, or terrifying, the way her snake body coils around him, but it's not. It's hot, like when a human partner wraps their limbs around him to get as close as possible, especially the part of her tail that's still rubbing and shifting over that spot by his tail. His groans at her kisses, the bare flicker of her tongue, her murmured encouragement.
"C'mon," he murmurs back, voice a little breathy; her hand on his wrist is a help, taking some of the strain off the tendons, and feeling the way she squeezes him is intoxicating enough that he manages to pick up his pace, his hand flexing to give each of her clits a little more pressure. "C'mon, Dana, come for me, fuck."
The serpent part of her is demanding, possessive; keeping him close means he'll keep doing what he's doing. It's all so intense she can't muster words; she pants and writhes, arching up against him.
And it still feels sudden when she comes-- her whole body shivers, tensing around him as she cries out, reflexively sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her bite heavy with venom.
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"C'mon," he murmurs back, voice a little breathy; her hand on his wrist is a help, taking some of the strain off the tendons, and feeling the way she squeezes him is intoxicating enough that he manages to pick up his pace, his hand flexing to give each of her clits a little more pressure. "C'mon, Dana, come for me, fuck."
/strolls in late with Starbuck
And it still feels sudden when she comes-- her whole body shivers, tensing around him as she cries out, reflexively sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her bite heavy with venom.