Learn more about the snake girl.

A/N: Female-on-male anilingus content warning.

She still continues licking your face for some reason, seemingly unbothered by your conscious state. You notice her tongue isn't sticking out very far, but it's way longer than any normal human tongue should be. It even splits into two separate tendrils like a snake's.

"Uh..."

You let out an objection that sounds more like wind leaving your throat.

"Who... are you?"

"Hm? You should stop talking and rest, darling."

Darling? You barely even know this woman (if almost being murdered counts as getting to know someone), and now she's calling you "darling"?

"Your... name."

"Name? Oh. My name is Rits. My dad always said it was because I liked wearing clothes much more than my sisters."

Taking in this new information, her tail comes to rest on your legs, gently. You notice a strange object stuck on the section nearest to you.

No, not on it, it's stuck in it. The hunter's arrow is still lodged in her side. Her scales must be tough, because the wound doesn't seem very deep at all, but the shock of getting hit must've certainly startled her in the forest. And from then up until now, the pain would be so troublesome that she must've decided to try and sleep it off.

"You're... hurt..."

You raise your hand and point at the foreign object that has made its home in her dermal layer.

"Oh. I know, darling..." she says as she eyes the arrow, trailing off.

"So... take it out..." you suggest.

"What? No! I mean... I-I cannot... human..."

You can feel her heart start beating a little faster through her chest as she talks about her injury. She clearly has the strength to remove it, but she must be squeamish or afraid of touching it herself.

"Let me... help..."

"..."

She thinks for a second.

"A-Alright..."

She must be very sorry for nearly taking your life, to trust you this much with her sensitive trauma as a way of making it up to you.

She releases her grip on you (both her hands and her tail) as you sit up. Able to breath deeply for the first time again, you gather your wits about you. Your pain from the strike earlier is still present, but dulled. The same can't be said for your throat, but that's expected. Your voice was hoarse when you spoke, but that'll heal too.

You stand up like a newborn foal and get used to your sea legs again. You walk to your bag, being watched the entire way by your new "friend", and take a knee to look through it (your pain sharply increasing around your ribs at the same time). Hunters don't use barbed arrows, so that makes this much easier. You grab your spare cloth and walk back to Rits.

She sits casually, leaning on her arm while observing you. She seems to be just as curious about you as you are of her. You reach the halfway point of her entire body, where the arrow landed, and take a seat.

"I'm gonna start... okay? Let me know... when you're ready." you say, throat still a little too sore for speaking.

"Okay..." she says as she readjusts, slithering behind you to possibly watch your work. Due to her size, she's able to travel with quite a range of freedom without ever moving her injured section out from in front of you.

"I'm ready..."

She latches on to your back like a child getting a piggyback ride, her eyes nervous and her heart beating hard through her chest.

"On the count of three... okay?"

She nods vigorously with her eyes closed, her head resting on your shoulder.

"One.."

Before you even reach "two" you yank the arrow with what strength you have with one hand, your other hand keeping her skin in place so you don't accidentally take some flesh on the way out.

She yelps and bites your shoulder. Hard. It would be cute if it weren't for her fangs seeping uncomfortably deep into your skin. Her mighty tail slaps the ground in agony. For such a huge creature, she really can't handle a lot of pain.

You yelp yourself, as misery seems to find its company for the night.

She opens her eyes wide and realizes what she's doing, promptly removing her teeth from your flesh. She goes in a spiel involving her original language with the phrases "ohmygodohmygod!" and "sorrysorrysorry!" making a recurrence throughout as she presses her hand onto your wounds.

But you always had a high pain tolerance, so you ignore her and continue dressing her wound. She's not bleeding much, but you take your scrap cloth and fashion all of it together into a bandage of sorts. You lift her tail (which really just means you pushed up on it and she lifted it subconsciously, you doubt you really could move her with your strength alone) and apply the bandage around, tying it taught, taking special care to pad some extra cloth around her bleeding wound itself.

"Alright, done." you say with a clap.

"sorrysorryIdidn'tmeanto- huh?"

She observes her tail and your handiwork. With a gleam in her eyes, she squeals in excitement as she hugs onto you tighter than before.

"THANK YOU SO SO MUCH DARLING!"

How this girl can go from murderous intent, to motherly instinct, to giddy schoolgirl in the span of 10 minutes is beyond you, but you're happy you're on good terms now. Somewhere, there's a joke about removing a thorn from a lion's paw here.

She releases you from her hug, and just as quickly spins you around to face her.

You wonder what she's about to do when she answers that question herself by bringing your face up to hers and plunging her slimy tongue down your throat in a deep, passionate kiss.

You almost gag as you breathe in her overwhelming scent, now much stronger and... you could swear it's almost... hotter... than before.

She doesn't show any intention of pulling out of you at the moment, her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, your tongue, and occasionally, the back of your throat when she savvies.

Her breasts press into your chest, smushing up against you through her thin shirt. All this is a little too much for your brain to handle at the moment, so it seems to send all your blood directly to your dick instead (that's called "delegating responsibility").

By now, even Rits needs to come up for air, so she retracts her tongue up through your throat and releases your mouth with a *pop* sound, breathing heavily.

"hhheeeeehhhh... Darling... come closer..."

You feel you don't have much say in the matter.

"I've needed this for a while."

Your eyes drift down as she removes what you could call a "skirt" from her "waist", revealing a plump vagina right where it would normally sit on a human woman. Below that, an anus. Guess there's no snake cloaca here.

She reaches into your pants, her soft hands grabbing hold of what she wants.

"There you are."

She pulls your pants the rest of the way down, leaving your crotch exposed to her whims. She gently strokes your cock up and down, biting her bottom lip until she almost draws blood.

"Hey, careful..."

"Oh don't worry," she moans "I'm not gonna let you blow with just this."

Saying that, she repositions herself directly on top of you, cowgirl style. She reaches down and pushes your shirt up as well, revealing your toned chest and stomach.

"Ready, Darling?"

"I've, uh... never done this before..." you say as your eyes dart away from her in embarrassment.

She leans close and whispers in your ear:

"Neither have I, Darling. Let's just let our instincts do the work."

Her steaming breath sends a shiver down your spine and a tingle to your cock.

Without another word, she lowers her immense body onto your manhood, taking care not to put too much weight on your comparatively fragile body.

"ooooohhhhh" she moans. You share the sentiment, as you already feel you're about to bust, and you haven't even started yet.

Nevertheless, she pulls herself up to her starting position and drops down again, this time continuing the rhythm, bouncing her enormous form with a surprising level of grace.

You both revel in the skinship between species, hugging each other close, and kissing when you're not panting for breath.

You reach up to her chest and softly feel one of her breasts, lacking the confidence to grab them both completely.

"Oh, you want these, Darling? Go ahead, they're yours now."

She unbuttons her messy shirt and tosses it aside, not caring what happens to it. Her breasts now clearly bounce up and down, a perky set typical of a young woman. You grab them as she moans, guiding your hands with hers, focusing on her more erogenous spots on her nipples.

As much as you'd like for this to continue all night, you simply don't have the stamina to match this snake-woman's tightness and hot mass pressing against you. The occasional face-licking is starting to turn you on more and more, which isn't helping.

"Rits... I'm gonna..."

She cuts you off with a finger to your lips. You notice sharpened, extremely long nails sit atop her soft ladies' fingers. She really could've done some damage to you earlier if she wanted to.

"Shush, Darling... just shoot it inside me when you're ready..."

She leans down next to your ear again.

"Knock me up."

That's all the encouragement you need to release your mental limit and give Rits the creampie she wants so badly. You grab a hold of her "ass" (plump as it is, you don't think that's the right word for it) as you start thrusting up to match her pace, your male instincts only concerned with breeding this female.

"Your... ooo! …name, what's... mmm... your name?" She asks. It almost takes you a second to remember your own name, but you tell her without much time left to spare.

"John. My name is John Doe."

She smiles with red cheeks and sweat running down her face.

"Good, now I know the name of the man who impregnated me. The father of my children."

You feel the tension in your cock release as you shoot rope after rope into her warm, moist pussy. You notice your ejaculation go on for a bit longer than it normally does. You've masturbated here or there to the thoughts of the girls around your village, but none of those times felt nearly as good as this.

"John, Darling!" Rits screams, her own orgasm sweeping every inch of her body, which there are a lot of inches of. Her tongue lays outside her mouth, dripping saliva onto your chest. Not that it mattered much now anyway, she's licked every exposed part of your body she could reach as long as your dick stayed inside her, including the wound she gave you earlier. Although she almost looked a bit remorseful when she did so.

At any rate, her womb is now filled with your warm male fluid, and as you both bask in the afterglow of sex, she suddenly collapses on top of you.

"UMPH!"

She's not resting her entire weight on you, but you weren't ready for that. Feels like someone slugged you in the stomach, combined with your aching pain from earlier.

...

"...DARLING!"

She seems to gather her wits quickly and realizes she can't just go throwing her bodyweight around like that anymore. She's still learning to mind her substantial form in the presence of weaker beings.

"I'm sowwwy..." she says as she picks herself up and rolls next to you, kissing and licking your cheek apologetically. You notice her vagina is dumping out your semen with a steady rhythm. You don't remember having that much cum in your balls before.

You take in a few much-needed deep breathes, no matter how much it hurts your chest. You smell her lusty... you guess the word would be "pheromones"... and feel your dick rising to attention again.

There's definitely something affecting your body. Nobody should be able to get this hard, this quickly, or cum that much, even in the presence of the cutest woman in the nation.

Rits takes notice of your renewed hardness, and slithers on top of you again.

"Awwww, Darling. Would you like to go again?"

As much as you would, your body might not take the punishment.

"I... don't think... I'll survive that..."

She giggles, although you weren't joking.

"Maybe I'll do something else instead..."

She curls up with her torso between your legs. Her mouth lowers down to your crotch, but she doesn't take your cock into her mouth just yet. She inhales deeply, your scent permeating her nostrils and lungs now.

"mmmmm... a man's scent..."

She must have really been pent up for some reason. But whatever that reason is, you're glad it didn't result in a bloodlust instead.

Her tongue unfurls itself from her mouth as she stares right at you with open eyes. It must be 7 or 8 inches long in total length, splitting into two tendrils about 3/4 of the way down. It's sopping with her own spit and mucus, her body working in overdrive to produce every sexual liquid it can for a man's pleasure.

She wraps the split points around your cock, slowly continuing with the rest of her tongue, forming a spiral shape that completely envelopes your dick with the familiar wet feeling that her pussy gave you. You were a virgin before, but now you can't see the appeal in human girls after this.

"Hoh dooth thad theel?"

She's still able to talk with her tongue giving you the wettest "handjob" you believe anyone has ever received. Another point for monster girls.

"It's.. uh... good..."

You weren't exactly a warrior poet before, but now your mind is fully mush from the combination of pain, pleasure, and brain damage (maybe).

She giggles "Glad do hear id." as she goes on, picking up the pace.

Her hands travel the length of your abs, petting your stomach and travelling down to your balls. Once she sees them, she moves her mouth down onto them without missing a beat regarding her ongoing tonguejob.

She gently sucks and licks your testicles as best she can with her tongue already elsewhere. They feel bigger than you remember, almost uncomfortably so, but that problem will soon remedy itself with Rits' help. She continues to worship your orbs as a warm feeling spreads across your groin. You're close now.

"Rits, I'm gonna cum!" you warn.

"Hehe, thankssss..."

You could almost swear she elongated that "s" sound to imitate a snake's hissing, but before you can comment, she removes her tongue and slams her face down to the base of your cock, deepthroating it in one go.

"ooooooo" you pitifully moan out, caught by surprise by the even wetter, tighter feeling.

At your limit, you finally burst in her mouth. Her eyes widen a little as she learns the rhythm of your muscles flexing, quickly swallowing to match. As you start to slow down after the tenth rope or so, she positions her tongue around your asshole.

"What... are you-"

Is all you can manage before her tongue forces its way inside, travelling up your anus as far as it can reach.

This foreign pleasure rattles your mind like someone kicking a hornet's nest, your shaky psyche now completely losing itself to single-mindedly cumming everything you have down this woman's throat.

With a gasp, you grab her head with both hands, forcing herself even further down your cock, her mouth now kissing your stomach. She doesn't even flinch, she simply narrows her eyes, almost looking like a snake's sharp gaze, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

You're now shooting more ropes directly into her hungry stomach. She doesn't stop as you're reminded that the man-eating beast you came looking for is right in front of you, albeit in a different form than what you had imagined.

Feeling your orgasm finally start to subside, Rits presses her tongue into the walls of your anus, compressing your prostate with a pleasurable feeling. This causes you to shoot just a few more ropes than expected, finally being too much for Rits as she regurgitates them out of her nose and around her lips.

She stays connected with you a while, swallowing every time her body tries to expel the foreign liquid occupying a bit too much space in her stomach. Eventually though, she does slowly pry herself off, and with a satisfied gasp, says "Thanks for the meal, John. I am eating for a hundred now, after all..."

You don't notice that last part, still preoccupied with her surprise anal penetration.

"You didn't... have to do that... you know. Isn't it... gross?"

"Nonsense, Darling. I want to get to know every bit of my husband's body, and clean it from now on."

You do notice that part, but that doesn't change the fact that you're too tired to object or approve.

Exhaustion starts to take you, but before it can succeed, you need to find somewhere else to sleep besides the cold, hard ground, while naked.

That, and your torchlight is finally starting to fade.