Page 30 of Bitten By the Basilisk

“I can’t get you pregnant in this form, and my kind don’t carry human disease, but I’ll wear a condom if you want me to.” He wondered if he should anyway, as it would help him last longer—or indeed at all.

“Oh. Is that why…?” She swallowed, tightening her grasp on the pillow supporting her head. “No condom. I want to feel all of you.”

A shudder racked him. He had to look and make sure he hadn’t come yet, even just a little. “Don’t forget to breathe,” he rasped, grasping the base of his dick, not sure if he was speaking to her or himself.

He stared, mesmerized, as the head of his cock stretched the ring of her entrance. As it gently squeezed through, Alice gasped, then moaned, her thighs pushing wider as she sought to invite him in. His gaze jumped to her face, finding that she was watching their bodies slowly fit together, her mouth open and panting.

Her desperate expression demanded his full attention, as every inch he sank into the hot grip of her pussy made her react. She made whimpers, gasping cries, and sighs of ecstasy, her lashes fluttering but never falling shut.

“God, you’re so hard,” she moaned, breathless, staring up at him. At herself. “I want all of it. Please.”

Focused only on her, on every detail of her transported expression, he firmly pushed his hips forward, sinking the rest of his cock into what had to be the most welcoming cunt he’d ever have the privilege to fuck, her channel gripping him like a hot, slippery fist that wouldn’t easily let him withdraw. His heart thumped so hard he could hear his blood pumping, the rush of his pulse sounding especially loud inside his helmet.

He released a sharp growl of victory, of worship and adoration, lunging forward to be directly over her, lifting her higher with his thighs and holding her in place with his hand on her shoulder while the other found her hard, slick clit. He ground the base of his cock against that swollen little nub and dug the head into the deepest spot inside her, angling his hips to push upward.

“S—” she cried, before falling silent with a choked gasp, her eyes glazing. Her pussy squeezed him hard, then pulsed. Slick spurted from the stretched entrance of her body.

She was coming already? Just from getting stuffed full of his cock? He hadn’t even begun to vibrate it yet, as the sensation was equally pleasurable for him.

He froze, one pitiful pump away from erupting, every muscle taut and fighting to contain his imminent climax, but he kept jiggling his thumb against her clit, letting her ride out her pleasure on his painfully throbbing dick.

“Fuck, you’re so good at coming,” he gritted out, torturing himself with the sight of her moaning and arching in pleasure, intensely aware that this moment of connection would forever alter him. “Pussy found its match, didn’t it, kitten?”

Her eyes were half open, but they appeared to look through him, as if she were on another plane of existence, fluid still seeping from her pulsing channel.

The second she started to relax, he pulled his hips back for a short thrust that tore a harsh groan from his throat. She gave a small gasp, awareness returning to her gaze, which she directed at his visor. He gave her clit a short reprieve, gripping her waist instead.

“You gonna keep being good for me, Alice? Until this tight hole has me coming deep inside it?”

Her only response was a small, desperate moan, as if she were incapable of anything more, her entire body given over to him. Combined with her earlier claim of feeling so good she couldn’t move, a primal instinct settled into his bones, threatening to push aside any and all higher thinking.

When serpent-folk mated, it could turn into a struggle, a test of strength and dominance, one that ended when one bit the other, injecting paralytic venom that allowed the mating to reach its conclusion. The urge to pin and bite and fill his lover with his seed derived from his kind’s territorial nature.

The instinct was normally within his control, but right now, the only thing truly stopping him from sinking his human teeth into her was his helmet. His upper jaw ached where his fangs wanted to emerge, whether he willed the small shift in form or not.

He clenched his teeth and began thrusting, trying to skip past the biting and head straight for the fucking. His pace started off gentle, but as she kept begging for more, it quickly grew frenzied, until he was slamming her on his hips, the wet clap of their bodies almost as loud as his harsh panting.

Sweat poured down his chest and back. Alice never stopped moaning, her breasts bouncing, knees swaying—her total submission filling his head with a single, snarled chant.

Mine, mine, MINE.

“Your body knows my shape now,” he growled, scooping his hips with each thrust. “You’ll still feel it in the morning, dream about it at night, crave it nonstop.”

To illustrate his point, he began vibrating his cock. She gave a choked cry, her body arching with shock. Her hands ripped away from the pillow beneath her head, reached for him clumsily as if to push his hips away, or at least slow them down.

He didn’t let her, grasping her below each elbow, leaning up to pull her arms straight, then using them to keep her from sliding away from his hard, deep strokes.

As sick with shame as it normally would make him feel to subdue her, he nevertheless growled his approval when her eyes glazed again and her rapturous cry of pleasure filled the room. Her cunt clamped down on him, more of her hot cream jetting onto his ever-pumping hips, dripping down his burning thighs.

He realized then that a condom wouldn’t have helped him last longer. The moment was too heady, every aspect fulfilling his basest instincts in ways they never had before. Blazing heat was clawing its way up his shaft.

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so good,” he hissed, his balls drawing up tight. “You’re about to ruin me, Alice. Can’t stop it now. I’m already addicted.”

“M-me…too,” she gasped, staring at his visor through half-open eyes, streaks of mascara running down her temples.

Her admission had him increasing his speed, his hips snapping between her jouncing thighs, his gaze darting up and down her body, from her desperate expression to her arms trapped in his grip, to her pussy wrapped so tight around his cock that her entrance clung to his withdrawing shaft like a rubber band.

“Here it comes, kitten,” he growled. “Take it like a good girl.”