“I may have made some… predictions.” Morgan runs her fingers down the snake’s glittering scales. “What if she coils you and I fuck you?”
My spine jolts. “That doesn’t seem safe…”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be.”
It takes every ounce of my self-control to not whimper.
“But I’m kidding, of course,” Mor says with a flash of her now-elongated fangs. Her pupils are slits again, and her lengthened ears rise from under her dark hair. “Because I don’t need to hold you down to take you right here.”
She dips her shoulder towards the pond, and Kaa understands the signal, slithering down into the water.
It’s a slow, luxuriant slide, and I watch every inch, my anticipation building until the very tip of Kaa’s tail slides through Morgan’s fingers.
Then she turns to me, and I freeze.
“Take your clothes off,” she demands.
For anyone else, I would get lost in my head. But Morgan’s words cut deep into my psyche, and it’s so easy to give in.
I reach down and find the edge of my sweater, and Morgan’s eyes follow my hands. There might be something sensual in how slowly I’m moving, and I wish it were intentional. But the air turns to molasses when Morgan has me in her gaze like that.
I peel off my sweater, my shirt sticking to it until I get the sweater over my head. Morgan’s eyes linger on the waist of my jeans as my shirt settles down.
I grab the hem of my shirt next.
Morgan’s eyes flash with hunger.
Nobody has ever looked at me like this before.
It’s intoxicating.
Her eyes trace the planes of my stomach as I pull my shirt off, and when I see her again, she’s breathing hard. Her muscles tense with the effort of staying still. The fact that she doesn’thaveto hold back, that we both know I’d throw myself at her either way, that she’s doing it just to show shecan, makes it all the more arousing.
My cock tightens.
I undo the button of my jeans, and Morgan’s nostrils flare. I pull down the fly, then leave it for a moment as I pry off my shoes. My jeans slide down and I kick them off, keeping my eyes on Morgan. Warm sunlight washes over my bare skin.
Only my briefs remain, and my cock throbs beneath them.
“Stop there,” Morgan says.
She puts her claws to the buttons of her blazer. The threads pop, one by one, loosening the fabric around her breastsuntil it falls open. She’s not wearing a bra.
I already know there’s nothing under her skirt.
Her smile bares her fangs as she watches my cock throb tighter in response. She shrugs off the blazer, letting it fall behind her, then unzips her skirt and slides it down over her hips.
I can’t breathe. I haven’t seen this form naked before, and it takes all my will to keep my eyes on hers.
“My tits are down here,” she purrs.
My eyes drop obediently, taking in her body. I drag my gaze across her breasts, down her hips. There’s something magical in the juxtaposition of hard lines and curves, softness rippling over strength.
Morgan rolls her shoulders, and her bones pop. Her body continues shifting, and she takes a step towards me, feet lengthening as she steps onto her toes, towering even higher above me.
She’s fantastic like this—primal and gorgeous.
My eyes go to her cock, throbbing out from between her legs.
