head home first

You joke and grope your way home, Athena stretching her impressive height as she stepped out of the car. Even her hair reaches out and writhes in the open air, statuesque features stretched out to maximum tautness. “You’re drooling,” she says, not even opening her eyes from her position.

You blink and realize she’s right, licking your lips and getting the door for her. She smiles confidently at you, but you catch her by surprise. You get your arm into the small of her back, dipping her backward and sweeping her off her feet. Despite her height and sexy figure, she’s quite light, and it‘s just a matter of balancing her length.

“There’s traditions to these kind of things,” you insist, turning sideways to fit her through the door.
“In marriages,” Athena giggles as you get her over the threshold and into your home. “Not super-intelligent pet adoption.”
“Maybe I’m not looking for a pet,” you smile. She blinks in surprise at you, and her olive skin darkens a shade in her unique blush. She doesn’t reply, but wraps her arms around your neck along a pair of her serpentine hairs.

You get inside and set her down on the couch, which was long to begin with and houses her height nicely. She breathes in deeply, closing her eyes and savoring the breath.
“You alright?” you ask, leaning on the couch’s arm above her.
Her sharp eyes peer up at you as they open, arching gently with her smile in a gorgeous manner. “The place smells nice. Smells like you.”
“Must have broken the mold when they made you, Athena,” you flatter shamelessly.
“Wasn’t on purpose, though. Couldn’t contain me when my boobs started to grow in,” she laughs. You look down at her as her laughter fades slowly, her expression calming as she looks deeply into your eyes.

“Master…” she says softly.
“Yea?”