Do your best to finish her off.

You resume your petting and try to memorize any spots that procure an interesting expression or make her twitch in an amusing way. Now that you know what is causing her to react so strongly, you, of course, try to exploit it. Sadly you still do not know the limits and effects of your poison and as such you are hesitant to actually bite her to apply the poison in the way it was intended to.

Instead, you open your mouth and deliberately "activate" it, a few seconds of wait sufficient for the aphrodisiac to start slowly dripping from your elongated fangs. You catch a drop of it on your index finger before you slowly trail it along of your captives jaw. By now she has completely ceased any and all resistance. She seems content to be your test subject.

Smiling at her lack of reaction, you flick your poison coated finger against her exposed tongue and manage to briefly break through the haze of pleasure, producing a surprised flinch from her. Just as you planned, she draws her tongue back into her mouth and swallows and the small drop of poison you deposited on top of it quickly starts to spread through her body.

The scent of female arousal intensifies up to the point where you no longer need to fall back on your snake-like attributes to notice it. You take a quick second to congratulate yourself on your decision to not inject her. Who know what could have happened. She starts to earnestly fidget in your hold and starts to slowly rub her legs against one another, the pleasure she's feeling too much to simply lie there. Almost unblinkingly she stares into your face, her eyes, only recently sparkling with the intellect of a mage, now clouded with pleasure.

You smile down at her, as you start to slowly trail the tip of your tail up the inside of the woman's leg. For a moment it almost looks like she is regaining control, as she flinches away at the contact, but a slight pull on her right ear quashes the small spark of reason and produces a whorish moan from her. With every inch she gets closer to release, her mind seems to slip further away.

You can feel the Players fingers dig into your scales, as your tail makes contact with the last woolen barrier between you and her dripping entrance. Experimentally you push against her, causing her to clench her fists even harder and her eyes to roll into the back of her head as she twitches in a powerful orgasm. You patiently allow her to ride out the waves of it and wait until she relaxes her hold on you, her fingernails far too dull to cause you any type of damage or pain.

When you're certain that she has rested enough, you shift on your tail, this time choosing another angle of attack, as you settle behind her back. As you're shifting your coils, careful to not loosen your hold on your captive too much, you briefly think about releasing her, but quickly stomp the idea. You're still not satisfied, not in the slightest, and besides, it does not seem like your little test subject is too opposed to another round.

Indeed, she's already grinding her panty-clad mound against your tail, her remaining sensitivity seemingly not enough to allow her a second release this quickly. Slyly you remove your tail from between her legs and tighten your hold on her, this time not to cut off her air, but halt all of her movement. She moans in frustration and tries to wiggle herself deeper into your coils, **** for more stimulation, but not strong enough to **** it.

Enjoying her participation, you teasingly ghost your tail over her thighs and lower stomach, often coming close, but never actually touching her needy slit. "You seem to be enjoying yourself even more than I am.", you whisper into her ear and you can feel how the feeling of your breath against her ear, send tiny shivers up her spine.

The only vocal reply you receive is another lewd moan. You click your tongue in mock disappointment. "Has no one ever taught you any manners?", you ask her, trying to keep your amusement out of your voice. "If you want to cum, then ask for it.", you demand, curious if your voice will even penetrate the thick layer of lust that is clouding her mind.

You're pleasantly surprised when you actually hear her produce a weak murmur, just barely loud enough to hear with your enhanced senses. You hum into her ear, feeling her entire body vibrate in sync. "You'll have to speak up, pet. Otherwise, I am afraid we'll have to stop here." Of course, you have absolutely no intention of stopping at this point, but you might be able to fool her.

"P-Please! Please make me cum....M-Master." Seems like the threat of stopping was enough to break through to her mind, but you're honestly wondering about the origin of that 'Master' part. Your lips twist into a devious grin, as you wonder if she might be enjoying this for a whole nother reason, separate from the poison that is clouding her mind and surprisingly loosening her tongue.

You shift again, trying to get a good luck at her face and are once again surprised, when instead of simply letting you do as you please, the woman actually tries to dodge your gaze, a fierce blush coloring her otherwise pale skin. After you've processed the initial shock, your grin grows even more depraved, as you start to wonder how much of her behavior is influenced by the poison and how much is just... her.

You reward her for her obedience, by pulling her robe over her head in a swift movement and tossing it to the floor, not giving her any chance to stop you. Not that she would have done so anyways. From your position, you can see the corners of her mouth twitch upwards, in an embarrassed but nonetheless pleased smile. You run your hands along her ribs, softly teasing at the edges of her soft breasts, while at the same time rubbing your tail against her entrance, the last piece of cloth on her body preventing you from penetrating.

The Players shapely breasts fit perfectly into your hands, something you make use of as you begin to intensify your ****, rolling and gently pinching her nipples between two of your fingers. You adjust speed, strength and movement, all based on your captives reactions and impressively manage to keep her on the very edge of release, as she presses herself against your palms or tail, trying to get that tiny bit of extra friction that separates her from the next orgasm.

You release one of her breasts to soothingly pet her head, as she presses her body against you, a needy whimper escaping her as she loses some of the stimulation. Your captive pushes against your hands in excitement, as you loop your tail around her soaked panties and swiftly pull them down her legs, your own excitement not allowing you to continue to take it slow.

Speaking of your excitement, your dick feels like it's ready to explode. It pulses in time with your heart, the angry red head dripping with ivory fluids. The Player does not seem as **** to go along with your perverted antics as you initially thought, so you could probably push your luck and see if you can get her to pleasure you in some way. Or, you could continue to push her from release to release, only paying attention to your own needs when it truly becomes unbearable. At that point, however, she surely will be aroused enough to pleasure you on her own accord.