I pushed myself up on my elbows, sitting up a little so my upper body was raised while my legs stayed relaxed on the grass.
The cool air brushed my wet chin and neck where Lopunny's warmth had just been, sending a small shiver through me.
But my eyes were on Arbok.
She was coiled between my legs.
Her yellow eyes stayed fixed on us, bright but calm.
She had listened to every word, every sound, but at some point she had stopped her teasing licks and tongue flicks.
Now she just waited, patient, quiet, head lowered slightly thinking.
Was this really right?
Was she interfering in something special between us?
Did she belong here, or was she crossing a line she shouldn't?
All she wanted was to drink that white liquid which came from Ryan's cock.
She had smelled it that night by the campfire, tasted just a trace on the air when Meowscarada and Lopunny had their turns.
Her instincts had flared instantly, a deep, primal pull telling her this was something powerful, something rare.
It could, set her apart from every other Arbok, give her the edge she needed to survive and thrive in the wild.
That quiet hope had stayed with her ever since.
Her tail tip twitched once, small and uncertain, like she was ready to pull back if I said no.
But underneath the doubt, there was still that quiet hope.
She didn't move closer.
She just waited for my answer, giving me all the time I needed, eyes steady and patient.
I met her gaze and spoke softly.
"Arbok… are you sure you want this?"
She didn't hesitate.
Her hood dipped in a clear, slow nod, eyes steady and earnest, shining with quiet certainty.
The tip of her tail flicked once, small but eager, like she had been waiting for this question.
Hearing that, I let out a small breath, the last of my doubt slipping away.
I nodded back, voice gentle.
"Okay," I said softly. "But we're not going all the way. No sex… just this. Let's make it the best we can for each other, alright?"
Arbok tilted her head a little, hood shifting slightly as she processed my words.
Her long, tongue flicked out once, slow and thoughtful, tasting the air as if weighing what I meant.
For a moment she stayed still, eyes searching mine.
Then in understanding dawned, her hood relaxed further, and she gave another nod, deeper this time, accepting it completely.
A low, content "aaar…" rumbled from her throat, warm and grateful.
Soon the position shifted slightly.
Arbok uncoiled her long body, 4 meters of smooth purple scales and wrapped it around me in a loose, gentle loop, cool and firm but careful not to squeeze, cradling my back like a living support to keep me steady.
Her head hovered near my cock, hood lowered low, calm and patient.
At the same time, her long body curved gracefully upward, bringing the underside near the base of her tail close to my face.
The smooth, pink-red opening hidden near the base of her tail's underside was positioned just above my lips, warm and close, a faint musky scent drifting from it.
I reached up with one hand, arms free of her supportive coils, fingers trembling a little as I gently spread her scales apart.
The flap parted easily, revealing a soft, pink-red slit, glistening with a thin layer of clear, natural lubricant.
She let out a low, pleased "aaar…" as my breath brushed it, her whole body shivering slightly, tail tip twitching in quiet excitement.
I leaned in slowly, heart pounding hard in my chest, and pressed my lips to the smooth opening, feeling the warmth radiate against my mouth.
The skin was soft and slick, inviting, her natural wetness coating my lips instantly as I kissed it gently.
The taste hit me right away, warm, slightly salty, with a faint musky sweetness that was different from Lopunny or Meowscarada, more earthy and wild, like the forest ground itself, intoxicating, primal, drawing me in deeper.
Arbok rumbled deeper, a low, pleased sound that vibrated through her body, making her coils shift just enough to press closer, encouraging me without words.
She never imagined the deep itch she had felt earlier, warm and restless low in her body, would now be soothed like this.
A quiet, happy rumble vibrated in her throat as she realized how good it felt.
At first, when she had watched Lopunny and Meowscarada do this, it had seemed strange to her, almost confusing.
Why would they want this so much?
Why did it make them look so content?
But now, with my tongue moving inside her, warm and steady, she understood.
felt right.
Perfect.
Like that area was made to be licked by a tongue, soft, sensitive, welcoming every slow stroke and gentle press.
Her long body relaxed a little more, scales shifting as the tension melted away.
A newfound contentment settled over her, warm and deep.
Her tail tip twitched in small, eager waves… quick and light…like she couldn't quite hide how happy this made her.
The feeling washed over her slowly, warm and new.
No more doubt.
No more wondering why this felt so good.
Just quiet joy, spreading through her long body like sunlight after rain.
She let herself sink into it, Her long slim tongue, deep pink-red and slick with saliva, extended slowly, almost shyly at first, its forked tip splitting to tease both sides.
Then, It wrapped around my long shaft in a loose, gentle coil, the smooth tip teasing the head with soft, curious flicks while the length squeezed lightly, milking out more precum with every careful stroke.
The sensation was warm, wet, and perfectly tight, her saliva thick and plentiful, coating me completely as she explored with slow, deliberate movements, her venom sacs dormant, no bitter tang, just pure slick heat.
Every gentle squeeze of her tongue sent a shiver racing up my spine, heat building low and steady, pooling hot in my stomach.
Arbok's eyes half-closed in clear happiness, a low, satisfied hiss escaping her as she savored the taste, salty, warm, exactly what her instincts had promised all along.
She pressed a little closer, tongue curling tighter around my shaft, eager but never rushed, like she wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
I moaned against her pussy, the vibration making her whole body tremble above me.
The sound encouraged me, I delved deeper with my tongue, circling the soft, slick edges first, then pushing inside the warm, tight opening, straining to my limit, probing just inches deep into the rippling warmth.
It felt different from anything else, smooth and flexible inside, her walls rippling slightly like living muscle, pulling my tongue in with gentle, rhythmic suction that made me groan again.
Arbok bobbed her head slowly, taking me deeper into her mouth inch by inch.
Her fangs stayed tucked back safely, inner walls soft and glistening with saliva, throat flexing in long, rolling waves that swallowed me further, tight and hot.
The heat was intense, overwhelming, her tongue curling underneath the whole time, flicking and teasing the underside with every slow pull back.
We found a rhythm together.
My licks matched her bobs, deep and steady, building faster as the pleasure rose.
Her tail tip twitched quicker now, body shifting with small, happy shudders.
She hissed softly in pleasure, the low, rumbling sound vibrating all around my cock, sending fresh shivers racing through me.
Her coils flexed gently, tightening just enough to hold me steady as my hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper into her warm mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming, tight, wet heat rippling in waves, her tongue curling and flicking beneath me with every small thrust.
I groaned against her, the vibration making her hiss again, louder this time, her body trembling with quiet delight.
We moved together like that, slow and steady, lost in the rhythm, pleasure building higher with every breath, every flex, every soft sound she made.
Nothing else mattered.
Just this.
Just us.
***
Next chapter unlocks at 1200 power stones! 🔥