Cum and go, but stick around to cuddle.

You are sorely tempted, but you think you should at least know Lolly's last name or the first thing about her before you bond for life. You hate to kill the blissful buzz, but you feel like you have no choice but to cry out from one of countless cum slicked circles, "Sorry! I NNNG need time OOOOH to think AAAAH about EEE EEEE EEEEEE it!"

Lolly doesn't argue, she just pulls her tail out of her throat and lets you shoot straight across the room to the opposite wall. You land with a surprisingly satisfying SPLAAAAT, feeling your own orgasms hit you in full force distinct from Lolly's lust. You slowly slide to the floor where you pool into a puddle of quivering, cooing ecstasy. You ripple and rock and jiggle juicily. Letting the euphoria wash over you in waves that rock you to and fro until you slowly start to reform yourself into your slime girl mode.

You slide over sheepishly to find Lolly sitting on your now drenched bunk bed. She looks similarly chagrined, and you want to put her at ease. Never having so much as kissed a girl before this, much less slid down her throat and shot out of her tail right back in over and over until she sprayed you out, you don't know what the proper protocol is for turning down an offer to go 'swapsies' on hearts. You don't know what to say or do, but you do know you don't want her to feel ashamed of what you just shared or shunned by your hesitancy to give her your heart. So, you slide up on the bed and lay your head on her shoulder and just sit with her.

Lolly sighs and shudders and says, "Look...I'm sssorry I moved sSSso fasssst. It was ssSsilly. It was ssSstupid. It was ssselfissh...Hades Blessssit! Why do all the good apology wordsss begin with 'Sssss'?!" Lolly gets red faced and pounds the bed and you can't help but giggle. She looks at you like she can't believe a fresh meat slime girl like you would laugh at a lauded lamia warrior woman like her. Then, apparently seeing the humor in that, she bursts out in raucous laughter, burying her face in your slime curls while she howls hilariously.

When you finally stop cackling, you exchange a more than friendly look and both blush brightly. You lock eyes, and you notice she's stops looking at you like prey and started looking at you like a friend, maybe much more. You finally break the long, charged silence, saying, "So...that happened." Lolly makes a pained face that you don't need to be inside her to feel the hurt in. You put your hand on hers and hurriedly add, "No! No! I liked it! A lot! I just...uh, pleasedon'tlaughbutthiswasmyfirsttimeandI'mnotreadytosettledownbutI'dreallyliketobefriendsandseewherewegofromthere."

Now it's Lolly's turn to laugh as you make a pained, pinched face, but after a seeing her beautiful face beaming and fetching fangs gleaming, you can't help but giggle too. Finally, when she can breathe again, she hugs you close and gives you a light noogie, saying, "Aww. Ain't you just the cutest thing? Keep this between you and me, or I'll eat you up and not spit you out next time, but I ain't got a lot of friends, and I would be proud to call you mine." You don't know whether to be more afraid, amused, or adoring, but you strike a balance between the three and hug her back.

You spend the rest of the day getting to know Lolly, and letting her get to know you, even if it's not all the way. Still, even with keeping a few small secrets, and one almost average sized one, you manage to share more with the brusque beauty than you have with anyone else in your life. She shares even more, from the egg to the last time she paralyzed a suckubus and made her take on increasingly slutty forms while slightly stroking her shifting skin with her tail...and for some reason she didn't call Lolly back.

You know better than to offer an answer to that or the many rhetorical questions begged of her long and sob storied love life. Despite hearing of so many miscommunications, missed opportunities, and misadventures, it is oddly reassuring to hear that despite all her experience and majestic might, that Lolly is still as clueless as you when it comes to love.

By the time you have to turn in, you've become fast friends and you feel a little safer facing the horrors and pleasures of Hell with Lolly watching your back, and she can't seem to take her eyes off of it. Willing to meet her halfway on boundaries, you sleep curled up in her coils instead of her stomach, and you fall into a deeper, more peaceful sleep than you have since the womb...