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Sir Pentious had faced many defeats before, but none that left him quite as despondent as now. A failure so great he lay curled in his chambers alone, his faithful eggshell minions dismissed to guard the hall outside. No one was permitted to enter as he wallowed in shame. It painted a stark contrast to the jovial environment he partook in moments before. Where sinners and demons alike came together to celebrate what may very well be their last night together. The hotel they toasted in their final stand against the heavenly hoards that descended upon them come morning. With that thought in their minds, they shared their spirits, in more ways than one.
In the heat of the moment, Pentious saw no better time to confess his feelings to the woman he knew as Cherri Bomb. Once an amazing and deadly adversary, now something he found more in. Not to say these feelings spawned from nothing. Even when they fought he found her charming in ways that challenged his tactical mind. Only recently he considered more intimate areas.
But such avenues, he thought, would have to go unexplored tonight. For when he grasped that opportunity to tell her the words that always hung on the tip of his tongue, he lost his nerve yet again. Ran all the way back to his room, completely overwhelmed with emotion. When the door clicked shut behind him, so too did the ramifications of his actions click inside his head.
He used the last bit of adrenaline he had left as he slinked to the center of the room and placed himself under the heat lamp that hung from the ceiling. Yet even that small comfort offered little as he replayed his cowardice in his mind. Every detail of her face imprinted in memory as he fumbled over himself awkwardly.
Her sunrise-colored hair parted to show the confusion in her single, gorgeous eye as he lavished her with compliments he kept to himself for so long. The cross that made up her sole pupil staked clear through his heart and held him as he delivered due appraisal for her work. It brought a roguish smile to her cheeks that he had never seen aimed towards him. In hindsight he supposed that meant she showed interest, but he chalked it up to wishful thinking, if only to spare himself further heartache.
But as he gripped the cylindrical pillow against his chest, he continued to think about what might have been. If he had reached out to hold her cheek instead of her hand. Threaded his fingers through her fiery hair as he brought her in close. His heartbeat still as he felt assured in his place for the first time in eons. Then, he'd kiss her with all the passion he couldn't properly put into words. Had he done that, maybe then she'd finally see him the same way.
With Cherri's visage fresh in his mind, he closed his eyes and imagined her in place of the small cushion in his arms. Her body tucked against his as they sought each other's comfort, with nothing between them. No more lost words, nor the thin veneer of rivalry; not even the clothing they wore as they lay united as one body.
He winced as something in his core came undone, and he whimpered into the soft fabric. "Cherri..."
"Yeah?"
His eyes snapped open, and he turned more than a little fast to find the cyclops he envisioned manifested herself in his room. Still dressed in her red crop top and skirt from earlier, it seemed as if she followed him from the lobby. Unfortunately, she couldn't have come at a worse time.
A rosy blush burned across his cheeks as he became overwhelmed with embarrassment, his eyes wide with panic. His hands pressed down on the pillow so hard it choked his arousal as he hid it from view. Although his heart raced harder than a track horse, he fought the urge to pass out and stammered a response.
"Miss Cherri?! W- what are... how are y-you in here?"
She jabbed a thumb back behind her. "Your eggs let me in, told 'em I wanted to see you."
Infernal minions. A singular task and they still managed to bungle it up. They were more yolk than brains sometimes, he swore. Wait. What was that second part?
"Y- you," he swallowed thickly, "wanted to see me?"
“Yeah, you left in a hurry so I wanted to see if you were alright." She glanced down and smirked. "But I think it’s pretty obvious how you’re doin’."
Pentious shrank back and curled his tail in front of him in a vain attempt to cover himself further. "I... I thank you for your concern, you are t- too kind. I was merely trying to rest, we have a b- big day ahead of us tomorrow!" Hopefully that sufficed for an answer.
"Oh yeah?"
Cherri reached back to the door handle and Pentious felt a swell of relief as he believed she planned to take her leave. But then she lowered her hand and took the lock between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it vertical with a click. In an instant his heart plummeted to his tail and he looked up at her worryingly. He swallowed hard and remained frozen as she walked towards him.
"Sounded pretty restless when I walked in," she remarked, "what's on your mind?"
She stopped just a few feet in front of him, which forced Pentious to look up. This close he could smell her cherry perfume, with just a hint of smoke. Or maybe that was gunpowder. She crossed her arms and rested them just under her cleavage. The movement naturally drew Pentious's nervous eye, and he lingered only briefly before he looked back up at her.
"I- well... I was... You see, um..."
The more Pentious stumbled over himself, the larger Cherri's smile grew from his inability to articulate a proper excuse for his actions. He then attempted to dissuade any notions of his true intentions that might have entered her head. The heat from the lamp seemingly intensified in this effort, as if he had been placed under a giant stagelight. All eyes on him, yet he couldn't take his focus off the one. Lest he shed his decorum and allowed his gaze to wander again, thus confirming all of her suspicions.
But as Cherri slowly uncrossed her arms, he steadily lost his voice until he grew completely silent. Her hands moved in tandem as they parted along her snowy midriff, before they tucked underneath the loose piece of fabric that covered her chest. Pentious stared owlishly, almost unblinkingly, as Cherri teasingly bounced her breasts for her captive audience. Suddenly, the space between him and his clutched pillow felt a lot tighter.
"Maybe it was something like this?" She asked, and in one fluid motion she pulled both her top and bra over her head.
It took a moment to thread it over the massive ponytail she wore, but when it finally came clear she stood up and Pentious felt his heart skip several beats. Much like her face, red freckles dotted haphazardly across her chest in their beautiful markings. Bright pink nipples punctuated the center of each boob, hooked by small, metal piercings. The revealing display caught him off-guard and similarly left him breathless. With her brilliant smile and dazzling figure, she stood in the glow of the lamp like an olympian goddess. More than anything, he wished to worship her like so many of those ancient idolators.
"Oh my..." he mustered in a hushed whisper; any further adoration fell quietly on his tongue.
"Like what you see, old man?" Cherri teased.
He couldn't deny it, she was positively stunning. Nothing conjured in his imagination came close to the reality. Sheepishly, he gave a quiet nod, and his lower half throbbed in agreement.
Cherri's eye lowered again to the pillow Pentious pulled close to himself, as if she saw their approval underneath. He briefly caught how she curiously bit her lip, before she got down on her hands and knees and crawled closer to him. Once more, Pentious could barely hear anything as the sound of his rapidly-beating heart flooded his ears. Fortunate, then, that Cherri didn't utter a single word, and kept her eye locked on his as she drew closer to his concealed shame.
She stopped mere inches from him now, closer than she had ever been before. Pentious drew a shaky breath, his nerves at their peak, yet he never lost sight of Cherri's heavenly visage. She raised a hand and, without any warning, placed it over top of his. Right where his exposed sex lie underneath.
"Well, I showed you mine, wanna show me yours?"
Another wave of adrenaline spiked through Pentious's brain at the inquiry. He nearly believed it to be in jest if not for her expectant look and her hand still rested on his. She meant it sincerely, and that scared him. His face twisted downward in a grimace and he stammered over himself. As fight or flight kicked in, he nearly opted for the latter as his eyes darted to the door. But when they came back to Cherri's face, what he saw rooted him to the spot.
The confident smile she always wore had been wiped clean off, her brow raised concerningly. Reminiscent of the same look he caught in a fleeting glance as he ran from her before. She saw the panic behind his eyes, much like then, and already he felt her hand slip as she anticipated his retreat.
In that moment, the fantasy of their bodies intertwined as one came back to the forefront of his mind. Another opportunity that currently slipped through his fingers like many grains of sand. No, he wouldn't run. He couldn’t. Not this time. He was General Pentious, and this time he would fight in this war for her heart. This time, he would succeed.
If he could not express his love in words, then actions would seize the day. It took every ounce of willpower he had to swallow the fear that built in his chest. But when that obstruction cleared he found he breathed a little easier.
Surprising even himself, he shot a hand out to catch Cherri's and held it tightly. “Wait!”
The exclamation made Cherri jump and Pentious winced.
"Um… I mean, of course, my dear, if that is what you wish," Pentious hissed cockily.
That forced display of confidence was enough to reignite Cherri's interest, he saw, and when Pentious let her go she sat back on her knees in quiet anticipation. With a triumphant cackle, the serpent seized the opportunity and cast the pillow aside. Then he placed his hands on his hips and threw his head up with a prideful smirk.
Cherri knelt in awe, possibly weak in the knees by what she saw. For now she reveled in the awesome display of Pentious's twin erections. A sight never seen before, save for the few times his minions ignored his requests for privacy.
He gestured to the open air, as if he presented his newest invention. “Behold, the phalluses of the great General Pentious! You are now one of the few who have borne witness to their resplendence! I trust you feel honored now that you possess such a privilege?”
He peered down at her with a single eye and his chest swelled pridefully at her dumbfounded reaction. A feeling that immediately deflated when the corners of her lips turned in a smile and she burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, you're such a dork!”
Another blow to his already bruised ego, and Pentious's smile faltered. He sank back down to the floor and looked around for another pillow to cover himself. He should have expected this, honestly. Nobody had taken him seriously in his endeavors before, why would a more intimate setting change that? Perhaps he would've done better to run away.
When he found a nearby cushion, he reached for it ashamedly, only for his hand to be intercepted by Cherri. Confused, he turned his head to her hopefully, and met with her soft lips. Pentious's eyes bulged at the unexpected kiss, yet Cherri seemingly missed the flurry of emotions he went through as she kept her eyes closed and her mouth against his. From disappointment, to shock, and ultimately bliss as his eyes lidded and he sank against her and reciprocated in kind.
Short and chaste, it ended before Pentious could rightly get into it, but he didn't complain when Cherri eventually drew away. Her eye turned down to his cocks, which now oozed the thinnest film of pre over their heads.
“Looks like that got you goin’, good.” She glanced back up at him and gave a softer smile. “I'd say I'm feelin’ pretty honored now.”
Pentious’s hood flared open with another blush, exposing the dilated pupils in the many eyes that cover its surface, his heart aflutter from the praise. Unsure of how to respond, he touched his fingers together and nervously giggled to himself. This elicited a cheeky eye-roll from the cyclops before she remarked on his members again.
“So, the two dicks thing is true… that's wild.”
Pentious nodded. “It came as a shock to me too. I had to peruse the only library the city had to find the explanation. It turns out this is a natural feature of serpents, and now it is a part of me.” He paused, then blinked as he thought back on what she said. “Wait, what did you mean by it's true?”
Cherri shook her head. “Nevermind that, I wanna try them out!”
Pentious practically felt the steam come out of his ears as his face became increasingly hot. “You want to… try them?”
Cherri scoffed. “Well, yeah? I didn’t come in here to flash you. I wanted to see what you got packin’. Now, I wanna have a go with ‘em.”
The serpent could hardly believe her words. He had tried on several occasions to court Cherri in every way he knew how, and all it took was the sight of his unconventional sex. It happened so fast, Pentious almost didn’t know what to say. But as she stood by and waited for his consent, he figured only one answer would suffice. Now that he had her, he didn’t want to let her go just yet.
Although his nerves had built back up, he swallowed them down and nodded. “V-very well, proceed.”
Cherri beamed at his response and turned her attention on his cocks, still erect and involuntarily twitching in anticipation. She raised her hand and Pentious stifled a gasp. She glanced at him for a beat, then inched her hand towards one of his members. The space between them closed ever so slowly, time stretched to a crawl as the snake awaited her touch. Until finally he felt the tips of her fingers brush against the soft spikes near his frenulum.
He released a breath he hadn’t realized he held as Cherri wrapped that hand completely around his lower shaft. Her expression took on a look of wondrous fascination, and she gave the gentlest of strokes as she got accustomed to the feel. Pentious felt each finger on her hand as they passed up and down along his soft ridges; their mere touch was enough to excite him more than the simple stimulation she gave. It didn’t take long for him to coat Cherri’s hand in the sticky excess that flowed from his tips, and in turn his own length as she continued to fondle him.
“Enjoyin’ yourself, old man?” Cherri teased as she arched her brow up at him.
Pentious offered no input to the quip and instead covered his mouth with a hand. Labored breaths passed from his lips in hot puffs as he felt his core tighten. The end of his tail unconsciously dragged itself to Cherri's side and curled around her for some meager form of purchase. Too timid to hold onto her himself.
When his cool scales touched her skin, her attention drew away from his phalluses. Pentious nearly pulled his tail back, ironically worried he had gone too far, had she not placed her unoccupied hand on it. That was enough for the feeling inside him to unravel, and he dropped his hands to either side as he leaned back against the floor.
“C- Cherri… Miss Bomb…”
“Yeah?” She asked with a turn of her head, and when she caught Pentious's flustered expression her eye widened in understanding.
All at once she stopped stroking and slammed her hand down to the base in a tight fist. Pentious threw his head back then and humped into Cherri's hand, yearning for release as the pressure in his penis grew to the highest intensity. But she proved more masterful as she effectively stopped it in its tracks. Slowly but surely, the tension waned, and Pentious tearfully sat back up as he took calmer breaths.
His whole body shook, that he came so close to orgasm from a simple handjob brought him through a flurry of emotions. Most notable of all being shame. He hadn't been involved sexually with another, honestly, since he had been alive. Even then he recalled it ended in similarly disappointing circumstances. To relive it again left him embarrassed, to say the least, and he found it hard to look at the woman he recently became infatuated with.
Cherri let out a nervous chuckle. “Whew, glad I caught that. Wouldn't want the fun to end this soon, yeah?”
Pentious closed his eyes. “I'm… terribly sorry, Cherri…”
“What for?” He heard her ask, before she felt her hand leave his more intimate region. “Hey, what's wrong?”
“It's just,” Pentious started as he blearily blinked his eyes open, “I haven't done this in a long time. Admittedly, I am not very experienced in this area.”
With that small admission, the rest of his anxieties flooded out of him one after another. “I really don't want to disappoint you. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Smart, cunning, and simply perfect. I want to give you everything you deserve, and I worry that I won't be able to.”
He also worried any failure on his part would ruin any chance of romance he had with her, but he kept that to himself. It never got easier to admit defeat like this, especially when he felt so confident mere minutes ago. But he felt it honest to inform her before it went further than it already had. At least then he wouldn't blame her for leaving.
Pentious became so caught up in his own emotions, he didn't notice Cherri had attempted to get his attention until she straddled his tail. While the feeling of her body pressed against his sent another wave of pleasure through his nether region, he found it easier to ignore this time as she talked to him.
“Pen, hey, look at me. You need to get out of your head, man. I can tell you’re new to this. I mean,” she raised her soiled hand, “it's pretty obvious.”
Pentious blushed, and Cherri continued, “But I ain't a bitch. I don't expect you to perform like a seasoned porn star. I'm just here to have a good time, in case I don't ever get another one after this thing we gotta do tomorrow.”
Although Pentious tried to focus on her words, doubt still hung over his mind like a dark cloud. When Cherri eventually noticed this, she took his face in her uncompromised hand and faced him with a single question.
“Do you want to have a good time?”
Her warm touch helped ground him back in the present, and those dark clouds finally parted to let the sun shine through. Despite it all, she was still here, and she seemed determined to stay and play this out. Her confidence rubbed off on Pentious, and he took her hand with one of his own.
“Of course,” he whispered, finally assured of himself.
“Then stay here with me, and let's get to work.”
She stood up abruptly then, and Pentious threw his hand back down and caught himself so he remained upright. He watched her hands as they moved to either side of her body, gliding down her pristine skin until they shifted under the fabric of her skirt. She wiggled her hips in a way that felt intentional to the snake and, much like with her top from before, he swiftly became enraptured by her small performance.
Cherri shimmied the garment down, an effort made easier by the elastic waistband that held them up. As the skin of her legs got exposed to Pentious, he felt his cocks twitch excitedly. An excitement reflected in the heat in his chest as his heart pounded against his ribcage. His arms shook as he waited anxiously for it to be removed completely. While mentally he felt more prepared than before, anticipation had him at the edge of his seat. So when her hands passed down her knees with the skirt in tow, he whimpered a soft sigh.
With no further fanfare, Cherri lifted a single leg and stepped out of the small piece of garb before she kicked it off completely with the other foot. She stood back up with a short whoop of accomplishment, then smiled down at the snake.
“So, whaddaya think, old man?” She asked and placed a pair of fingers on her lower lips. “Best view of your life or what?”
Although Pentious's whole body trembled, as if in fear, the heated blush and accompanying smile on his face spoke to his enjoyment in the moment. Unsurprising to the serpent, her sex was truly a sight to behold, much like the rest of her. Neatly trimmed hairs, colored the same sunrise-pink as the hair on her head, covered her outer lips. That beautiful coloration led into the deeper pink of her exposed folds, with the nub of her clitoris just above.
Pentious watched wordlessly, his mouth agape, as her fingers moved to stimulate that node. Above him he noticed her other hand moved to grab a single breast and she bit down on her lip. If she awaited a response from him, nothing came to his mind as it sat blank for the first time that night. If she simply wished to arouse him further, she was more effective on that front.
When his dumbfounded silence became evident to her, she snickered. “Ok, I'll take that as a yes.”
She placed her hands on Pentious's shoulders, causing him to blink back to reality, and squatted down just over his twin rods. “You ready?”
More than ever, he thought at first, but he stopped himself before he told her that. While he wanted nothing more than to take her as he had imagined for, arguably, way too long, the scene didn't feel quite right. Given how well she tended to him when she had every reason not to, it felt wrong for them to move on so quickly. He wanted to take his time with her, however waning it seemed. As she put it, he wanted her to have a good time.
All these thoughts culminated in one word. “Wait!”
Although Cherri had done well to be patient with him to this point, even Pentious realized his constant pauses started to exasperate her, so he expressed his concern quickly.
“Don't you wish for me to tend to you as well?”
His wording confused Cherri at first, but when Pentious pointedly stared at her pussy she understood and shook her head.
“It's fine, Pen, we can just get on with it.”
Although she sounded sure in her decision, internally it didn't sit right with Pentious.
“Miss Bomb, I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. You deserve to be treated just as well as you have treated me. And, if I may be so bold, I possess another unique attribute you might find to your interest.” He emphasized the ‘S’ sound, his tongue flicking out to illustrate his point.
But just as soon as that bout of assertiveness appeared did it dissipate, and Pentious quickly reiterated, “That is, if you wish of course. I wouldn't want to force you or anything…”
This time, Cherri appeared caught off-guard from Pentious's proposition, eye wide in surprise. She stood poised above his cocks, coated in so much pre she could slip either of them in at any time, and seemingly debated the offer in her head. Multiple times she looked back at Pentious as if she expected his stance to change, but not once did he waver as he met her with the same steeled expression. Eventually, she let out a shuddered breath, then nodded to him.
“Alright, general, lie down for me.”
Pentious complied immediately, and folded his hood in as Cherri stepped over his shoulders. She straddled either side of his face, then dropped to her knees and repositioned herself so she knelt directly over him. “Get to work then.”
Upon the order, his hands worked independently of himself as they caressed the back of Cherri’s thighs and shifted up the crest of her rear. He shared in a breathless sigh with the woman above him at the feeling of her supple skin. A deep blush painted her cheeks a rosy red, her brow upturned as she gazed down at him through the shaky rise and fall of her chest. He took his time to drink her all in, this perfect goddess above him, before he finally set his sights lower.
At the sight of her glistening sex, he paused, easily overwhelmed by the position he found himself in. Yet no fear remained rooted in his heart as his fingers dug into the cusp of her ass and brought his lips against hers. As he took in her juices with the most tentative licks, he felt her tense in her hands and heard her moan above him.
“Ooooooh fuck…”
The snake took that as verbal encouragement to go further, and he did. Slowly, carefully, his tongue unfurled from his mouth as it explored deeper into her wet cavity. He dragged his tongue along her inner walls and listened to the noises Cherri made to guide himself. All the while he got a deeper appreciation for her. The salty tang of her slick on the back of his tongue, as viscous as honey, and just as sweet. Her natural scent that worked as effectively as the most powerful pheromones. It overwhelmed his senses and spurred him to continue as he moved deeper inside her.
“Pen… oh my god… don’t stop…”
At her insistence, he reached as deep as his tongue would allow, and felt Cherri buck at his efforts. Her hands slapped down on the ground above him, and he rested inside her a moment as he turned his eyes higher. She had hunched over him completely, her eye closed and mouth hung open with short, shuddered breaths. Even her legs quaked in Pentious’s hands as she struggled to not collapse on him entirely.
Eventually, when she felt his lack of movement, her eye blinked open and she looked back at the snake. He smiled at her earnestly, and she returned it with a flushed grin of her own.
“Y- yeah yeah, alright, you’re pretty good with that thing.” She took in a deep breath and, with great effort, sat back up on her knees. Then she placed a hand on his head and arched a brow. “But I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Pentious’s smile grew more devious at the quip. At her word, he began to wriggle his tongue in small undulations, akin to waves in the ocean, and he watched Cherri roll her head back with a low groan.
“Oh my fucking god! Yes, just like that!”
Her fingers gripped harder on his hood and she physically pressed against his face. The minor amount of pain this brought to the snake paled in comparison to the screams of pleasure he tore from her throat, and he continued unabated. With each pass of his tongue, more of her slick juices poured into his mouth, and he drank from her greedily. Similarly, pre poured from his tips like a leaky faucet, and poured down his scales on either side in cool trails.
Another hand soon joined the one on his head, and Cherri practically held him up as she gyrated her hips on his face. She rode in time to the strokes of his tongue, her thighs crushingly tight against Pentious’s skull. All the while her praises grew less coherent, separated by moans and weary exhalation.
“That’s it… fuck that pussy with your tongue- ah! I’m… so… close…!”
The admission of her impending orgasm drew Pentious’s oscillating tongue to a halt, and it retreated halfway back into his mouth. Something Cherri caught immediately as her breath caught just short of a moan and her fingers tensed on Pentious’s head. Before she had the chance to question his intentions, the snake cleverly folded his tongue so it pushed along her outer folds and pressed right against her sensitive clit.
As soon as he found that nub, he felt Cherri’s grip tighten as a wail escaped her lips. He didn’t need to look to tell he had her at the end of her rope, and he planned to bring her to completion. He no longer cared about their mutual satisfaction at this point, more than happy to please the woman he loved as he demonstrated his infatuation in the most primal fashion. If this were to be their last moments together, it would be more than enough.
With his tongue still on that small bud, he shifted it back and forth as he simultaneously pumped inside her. No longer able to articulate a single word, Cherri lamented above him unashamedly. As he continued to taste her with ceaseless fervor, he felt the pressure on his head grow as she seemingly collapsed on him. The grip she had on his head loosened, and a small glance revealed she had thrown her head back and completely arched her back as she gave into him.
As Pentious heard her breathing grow more sporadic, Cherri managed to control herself long enough to utter a single warning.
“Oh- Pen! I’m gonna-!”
Pentious understood immediately. He closed his eyes and relaxed his tongue, opening his mouth to receive Cherri’s orgasm as she convulsed in his hands. Her walls contracted around the small part of him still inside her; each contraction coated his tongue in her fluids and he drank it all, sparing not a single drop to leave his mouth. Above him, the cyclops choked and gasped for air, and slowly found it as her orgasm waned in intensity. By the time she sighed with a calmer breath, she had finished, and Pentious withdrew from her carefully so as to not stimulate her further.
When he opened his eyes, Cherri knelt upright again, albeit hunched over. Her hair hung about her in messy strands, sweat visible on her forehead. With her eye closed, Pentious could tell the effort had greatly exhausted her. Not wanting to risk a fall, he slithered his torso up from between her legs and readily took her in his arms.
The feeling of being moved caused her to blearily blink her eye open and she gazed up at Pentious with her cheeks flushed. The sight of her so vulnerable in his arms brought a swell to the serpent’s chest. It reaffirmed just how much he loved this woman. Fantastic, gorgeous, stunning, caring, no amount of descriptors would be enough to capture how he saw her. And as they stared into each other’s eyes, he felt there would be no better time to confess than in this moment.
“Miss Bomb?” He asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
Cherri, still shaken, breathed, “Yeah?”
“I… I…” Just like that, it was as if all his confidence had been sapped from him. The words held still on his tongue just as it did before, and he couldn’t manage to force them out. She seemed to lean forward expectantly, as if she wanted to hear what he had to say, but ultimately he lost his nerve.
With a sigh, he said, “I trust you enjoyed yourself…”
Admittedly, he couldn’t hide the downtrodden look on his face. Despite having enacted one of his greater fantasies, his inability to tell her those three simple words dampened his spirits. Something Cherri noticed, if not for the same reasons he was thinking.
She breathed out a short laugh. “Don’t sound so disappointed, old man. We aren’t done yet.”
Pentious looked at her curiously as she threw her arms around his neck, and she sank lower into his arms until he felt her rear press against his upper erection. His hood popped open to either side of him from the unexpected contact. His length cut just between the cleft of her cheeks, which easily re-excited him to full rigidity. He opened his mouth to speak, and his words died to a soft whimper as he felt her intentionally rub against that member.
“Cherri… are you sure…?”
“It’ll take a lot more than eatin’ me out to finish me off. And it’s like you said, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your kindness.”
She threw his words back in his face playfully as she continued to grind on his cock. The feeling of her sex against his, and her juices as they lubricated his length with each swipe, made him throb painfully. He wanted this, wanted her, and he knew it. But one final concern lay on the forefront of his mind.
“Miss Bomb… if we do this… I’m not sure I’ll last.”
Cherri grinned and brought herself up against his ear. “Then don’t.”
She slid herself completely off of him then and hung onto Pentious while he held her up by her rear. With expert precision, she angled herself so the serpent’s tip kissed her lips, and slowly sank down onto him. The feeling of her warmth was immediate, and Pentious tensed as he tried to grow accustomed to how she squeezed around him. His fingers dug into her skin, seemingly painfully so, but Cherri didn’t complain as she hissed in his ear.
“Relax, just relax, and breathe.”
He struggled at first, but her slow pace and soothing voice helped him to focus. Soon, the tightness in his gut faded, and he took her in far more easily. Before he knew it, she connected with his body; with one member completely inside her, and the other flush between her cheeks. The two shared a heated sigh, and they waited in close embrace for the other to get accustomed.
Although it didn’t take long for Pentious in that case, he said nothing as he took a moment to once again admire Cherri’s beauty. How she hung off his shoulders and relied on him to carry her. Her quiet moans, derived from every errant twitch of the length that lay inside her. The slightest tremble in her body from the effort to keep herself seated. That strength to keep going despite her clear exhaustion brought renewed strength to the snake.
Without a single tremor to his voice, he asked, “Are you ready, my dear?”
Cherri snickered and peered up at him. “I was gonna ask you that, old man.”
A forked tongue flicked out from between Pentious’s smile, and he drew out of Cherri before he gave her a sharp thrust. She gasped as their bodies connected again, and she wrapped herself closer to Pentious. Her arms drew tight around his neck, and her legs similarly closed around his serpentine body.
Pentious looked down at her and his eyes softened. His hands moved up to caress her back, and he too fell against her. While his upper half stayed as a firm rock for Cherri to ground herself on, Pentious’s lower serpent half billowed into a series of slow strokes, mimicking his tongue from before. Not a single word exchanged between them, and he proceeded as if they had all the time in the world.
She bounced in his lap, her breath hot on his ear. Every thrust gave a soft squeeze as she pulled him in, before he pulled out again. Pentious held her close as if he were afraid to let her go. A part of him might have been. Every second that passed ticked closer to the approaching dawn and the battle ahead. He wanted to remember every detail, should something happen to either of them.
He breathed her in, that same soft cherry scent dampened with a hint of sweat, before his nose burned with a smoky residual. He exhaled against her neck and felt her shiver, then shift back to look him in the eye. They exchanged steamy breaths between them while the snake kept up his steady pace, their faces flush with lust. Perhaps, Pentious thought, something more.
He felt her hands shift to hold the back of his head, and Pentious conversely placed his back on her rear. His eyes glanced occasionally to her lips, desiring another taste. From the corners of his vision her cross-shaped iris did the same. So when he leaned forward with his mouth slightly agape, Cherri met him in the middle in a deeper, more impassioned kiss.
Their tongues met in the center as they truly coalesced. While Pentious lacked confidence as he occasionally brushed against Cherri’s lips, the latter pushed hard into his mouth. Her tongue explored every crevice and danced dangerously along his sharpened teeth. Eventually, Pentious didn’t attempt to fight her and allowed her to dominate his mouth. Such ferocity brought a more active thrum to his heart, and in turn he quickened his pace.
Slowly, the shared hums and soft moans uttered whenever their lips parted gave way to steady smacks as their flesh repeatedly connected against each other. In his excitement, Pentious got rougher and held her tightly, his digits forming divots in her pliant rear. Not enough to break the skin, but enough for Cherri to comment on it as she broke their kiss.
“Mfph, there ya go- ah! Fuck me like you mean it!”
Pentious let out a low groan and pistoned into her with the last ounce of strength he had left. Her soft cries above him spurred him ever-forward. He ducked his head against her to this effect, and Cherri held his head between her breasts as he worked his way to his impending orgasm. At this rapid pace she felt tighter than ever. With the added stimulation on his second member as he pumped it freely between her cheeks, it didn’t take long for him to come undone in her arms.
“Miss Cherri,” he squeaked between ragged breaths, “I’m… arriving!”
Cherri snorted and gasped airily. “You dork… ah fuck, do it! Pump it all in me!”
Pentious rolled his head back and, with one conclusive thrust, he seated Cherri against him and shook with his first round of seed. While the cock embedded inside her rapidly filled her cunt, his other prick pulsed between her ass and shot messy ropes along the ground. Waves of pleasure rolled up Pentious’s body, electrifying his nerves and shocking his mind. Unconsciously he started to hump his subsequent loads into her. This brought a silent curse from Cherri’s lips and she hugged herself against him as she rode her second orgasm.
Those added convulsions easily milked the rest of his spunk out of him, and with a couple more spasms he had completely drained himself into her and along the floor. Excess seed hung from his second cock in a long, thin line, and poured out from where he and Cherri stood joined together. He felt her give a couple more squeezes, and then she too sighed as her orgasm slowly ebbed away. For nearly a whole minute they remained in each other’s arms while they hung onto the fading feeling of pleasure while Pentious grew soft inside her.
Only when his cocks naturally retracted into his sheath and he slipped out of her did they look back at one another. Another beat of silence hung between them, neither knew what to say after everything that transpired. Eventually, Pentious spoke first.
“Are you… weary, Miss Bomb?”
Cherri closed her eye and nodded. “Ye, you left me pretty beat. Not bad for an old man.”
Pentious blushed at the backhanded praise, then he asked, “Would you like me to escort you back to your room?”
At this, Cherri looked at him with a raised brow. “I’m not really up to being paraded around with your spoof leaking out my gash.”
Pentious blushed furiously at her crassness and shyly looked away. A hand brought him back over, and she softly patted his cheek. “If it’s alright with you, I think I’ll crash here.”
The serpent blinked owlishly and stammered. “O-oh, well, of course! I will go procure some blankets then-”
“Nah, don’t bother,” she said and looked around, “it’s fine as is. Just gimme a couple pillows and I’ll be good.”
“Very well,” Pentious said, and gently laid them down in the middle of the floor.
With his tail he swiped a couple pillows Cherri’s way and she picked them up and placed them under her head. Then he watched her as she kicked her shoes off in two different directions and stripped her torn stockings one after the other. She bunched them together and threw them away before she finally settled in.
In that entire process, she managed to scoot just far enough from Pentious to create a gap between them. The snake looked between her and that space hesitantly, wondering if he should be so bold as to close it. As if such a choice would far exceed all that which they had done that night. After a while, Cherri raised her head and looked at him questioningly.
“Um, you can come closer if you want. Not like I’m gonna bite you or anything. Not tonight at least.”
“O-oh,” Pentious softly exclaimed, then bashfully slid over until their bodies touched. “Like this?”
Cherri gave him a soft smirk, then took one of his hands and threw it over her. “That’s better.” She pressed into him, seemingly seeking his warmth, and gave a contented sigh. “Good night, dork. Try not to die tomorrow, alright?”
Pentious swallowed at the reminder of the angel’s impending arrival, but ultimately settled down and hugged his arm around her. “I’ll try, goodnight.”
Although he bid her such, Pentious would find sleep eluded him for the next few minutes. Every time he tried, his heart seized at the thought that this very well might be his last chance to tell her his feelings. Her little rib affected him a lot more than she likely intended. While his fingers absentmindedly stroked her hair, another frightful seizure finally forced out the words that plagued him for so long.
“I love you, Cherri Bomb.”
He froze, surprised even by himself that the words came out so naturally when every other time they eluded him. His eyes turned down to his partner, simultaneously worried and hopeful that she heard him. But after a silent beat, what he got in return was a soft snore. Already fast asleep.
A part of him felt relieved in that. This setting wasn’t exactly the best to confess his feelings, now that he thought of it. In the same breath, he wondered if there would be another time. Anything could happen tomorrow.
But as he felt the warmth of her body against his, and he continued to hold her head close to him, his demeanor shifted. A feeling of determination filled him from an unknown source. His eyes narrowed.
No, he thought. He swore their time would come. Neither of them would fall tomorrow.
Not when he finally had someone to fight for.