Last Stand

She was really doing this? Forcing him to give her head? Were all Vipers like this, or was this some kind of rogue? He didn't dare bite her, there was no way she had orders to do this, who knew what she might do to him in revenge, alone in the forest. She crooned, a low rumbling emanating from her reptilian vocal cords, and pushed his mouth up against her vulva. It was warm and slippery, the familiar smell began to excite him. He struggled to keep himself under control, his life was still at risk, and a surge of guilt flooded his mind. This was an alien monster, his hated enemy, to even twitch under her touch was unacceptable. He kept his mouth closed defiantly, and the Viper squeezed him painfully in a gesture of impatience. He winced as she compressed his ribs in her strong tail, and glanced at the organ apprehensively.

She held the thick lips apart with her forefingers, clear juice oozed from the pink, fleshy interior, he blushed with the indignity of it, his face was an inch away from her. She squeezed again, and he grunted in pain. She hissed angrily, reaching a hand down and placing it on his head, pushing his face into her opening. He had no choice, and stuck out his tongue, pressing it into her. She shivered contentedly, seeming to enjoy the sensation as she watched him, her eyes low and sultry. She crushed him again, and he complied, beginning to lick obediently. He pushed her folds apart with his tongue, she tasted of salt and metal, and she smelled...too familiar. Her pheromones were overcoming his senses, she was practically steaming, he felt his erection growing and tried to suppress it, to think of something else, anything, but her scent was intoxicating. Her thick nectar ran down his chin as he pressed into her warm tunnel, her slick walls like damp silk against his organ. He mouthed her entrance with his lips, and she shuddered at the stimulation, her hand sneaking up her body to find one of her pert, heavy breasts, kneading and squeezing. His nose pressed against a hard protrusion that could only be her clitoris, and he felt her tense up around his tongue, smooth walls closing on him. Perhaps if he could satisfy her, she would let him go? It was worth a try, and who knew, he might even enjoy it. The thought of pleasuring an alien invader that had surely killed humans filled him with revulsion, but also an odd arousal he didn't understand, and did not wish to acknowledge.

He searched for the hard nub with his lips, and sucked it into his mouth, the alien squirmed, breathing hard and heavy as he pressed it between them and ran his tongue over its surface. She gripped his hair painfully, and the tip of her tail wriggled down his body, seeking out his groin. The smooth appendage slipped past his waistline, wrapping around his erection and tightening gently. He gasped into her folds, the sensation surprising him as it pulled back his foreskin and coiled around his exposed glans. She could be gentle when she wanted to be, the contrast confused him, she stroked him as he sucked, his excitement mounting, his guilt and anger being pushed to the back of his mind by the soft pressure in his pants. She used her spongy, smooth underbelly to massage the head, dragging it back and forth, and in response his licking and gentle chewing only became more enthusiastic.

Was she rewarding him? Why force herself on him and then tease him, did she get some enjoyment out of it? He gasped as her smooth tail wrapped around the head of his penis like a fleshy noose and tugged, he tried to arch his back, but she still had him trapped in her prison of muscle and cool, scaly skin. He dragged his tongue roughly over her swollen protuberance, and she rumbled happily, her hand stroking his hair almost lovingly now, the message had become obvious to him, keep her happy and she would respond in kind.

He was starting to lose control now, his nose was full of her scent, her juices oozed over his tongue and ran down her smooth 'thighs', and she teased him with the tip of her tail just enough to keep him wanting, but never enough to push him over the edge. He whined into her loins, she seemed to enjoy the heat of his warm breath and tightened further, wringing another embarrassing vocalization from him.

What should he do? She was too large, too strong in comparison to him, she could crush the guts out of him like an ice pop if she were so inclined, he could feel the strength flowing through her muscles, like steel cables under her soft skin and chubby fat. He couldn't resist, even if he wanted to. Did he? His mind swam in arousal and confusion, he pinched her engorged clitoris between his teeth and tugged lightly. She grunted, grinding against his face in rhythmic undulations, her flowing juices sticking to his chin, her wide hips driving him into her tender flesh. He pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, and pressed his nose against her hard nub, rubbing it back and forth. She let out what passed for a moan, as far as Vipers were concerned, a deep rumble low in her throat that made Moreau's bones shake. A flood of liquid gushed into his mouth, making him gag and cough. The great creature shuddered, her hand still planted in his hair, waves of pleasure flowing through her taut body. He could feel the muscles in her coiled tail flexing and shaking as she rode out the orgasm.

She peeked at him, one eye closed, and leaned down, her long neck craning to bring her face close to his. Her massive tongue emerged from between her lips, winding towards him as if it were itself some alien creature. She pressed it against his face, leaving a trail of drool, then pushed it between his lips and into his mouth. The organ roved inside his head, seeking out his tongue and coiling around it like an anaconda, its tip exploring his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, but he tried to hold it, the deep, wanton kiss fogging his brain and making his knees weak. She held him there for what felt like hours, the clumsy, messy kiss exciting him more than he dared to admit, her gentle tail still lodged in his pants, massaging his stuff, painful erection. Eventually she released him from her lurid embrace, and he fell forward, resting his face on her soft belly. What was she doing to him? No woman had ever kissed him like that, it was practically a sex act in itself, a salacious violation that left him gasping and dizzy.

His eyes wandered to her toned abs, and he pushed his cheek against them, sliding his tongue along their chiseled contours. She flexed happily, pushing them against him as she cradled his head, he tasted the sweat on the silken skin of her underbelly and his painful stiffness only grew, throbbing in her grasp. She noticed, and twisted gently around the shaft, and he groaned into her taut muscles.

He was too far gone now, all semblance of resistance had left him, he didn't care what happened to him as long as he had more.

He felt an urgency rising inside him, impossible to ignore it nibbled at the back of his mind. He eyed her hanging breasts guiltily, she watched his conflict, her lips curling into a cruel, knowing smile. She pulled him up her body, his chest sliding against her smooth, rubbery underbelly, and brought his face to rest between her mammoth breasts. She pressed his head between them, a gentle hand on the back of his head, and he felt their velvet surface rub against his burning cheeks, scales so fine and smooth they might as well be pampered skin. He nuzzled, pushing his face between the meaty globes, and she released his hands from their prison, uncoiling her monstrous body. He brought them up and delved into her boobs with his fingers, pressing them into their supple flesh. He kneaded, the soft, pliable fat malleable in his grip, the Viper wriggled, breathing heavily as her long body undulated under his rough touch. He pressed deeper to find the firm tissue underneath, and she gasped, gripping his hair painfully as she gazed down at him, her eyelids drooping. They were larger than his head, hanging heavily from her chest, they would be comical on a human, but her alien shoulders carried them attractively, erect, pink nipples protruding enticingly. Moreau wondered briefly what ADVENT were thinking when they genetically engineered a giant snake to have mouthwatering tits, then dismissed the thought, sucking one of the hard nubs into his mouth and biting it softly.

She arched her back, pushing her rack into him, he brought both hands to bear on one breast, digging his fingers into the cushioned globe, mashing and twisting as he held the nipple firmly between his lips. A low, contented rumble reverberated through her long body, and she resumed teasing him with her tail, rewarding him for his efforts. He was losing himself, thoughts of the mission and the imminent danger pushed far to the back of his mind, beyond his concern, the musky scent of her bosom and the taste of the sweat that coated her silky skin in a glistening layer flooding his senses with white noise.

He felt the tip of her agile tail press forcefully into his member just below the head, and it began to rub his sweet spot rhythmically, he shivered, the stimulation rolling up his spine like the warm fingers of a masseuse. He felt his legs going weak, she knew what she was doing, she knew every weak point, how much pressure to apply, how fast to strike and rub. She coiled and uncoiled around his shaft, stroking up and down, running her appendage along his aching shaft methodically. He flinched as it slid over the tip of his erection, spreading his leaking precum as lubricant. He continued to explore her breasts with his hands, not wanting the sensation to end, sucking desperately and circling her engorged nipples with his tongue. Would she let him come? Was this some elaborate form of torture?

She squeezed the base of his penis painfully, wrapping around it and cutting off his rising orgasm, he moaned, partly from the sensation, partly from the frustration of being denied his well earned release, and she huffed, her imposing chest heaving as she laughed at him.

He glared at her, and she brought her slender neck down for another kiss, her puffy, smooth lips pushing against his, locking together awkwardly due to their difference in size and shape. Her warm, ropy tongue slid into his mouth again, and he accepted it, wrestling it with his own as the profane kiss dragged on, the metallic taste of her slimy saliva making his member throb and ache. She broke way with a wet pop, her long tongue coiling back into her jaws like a strand of meaty spaghetti, leaving him panting and wanting.

He tried to pull closer to her, but she held him back at arms length, her fat coils curled around his waist, and he burned with frustration.

Did she want him to beg?

She dragged her fingers slowly down her body, pausing to squeeze one of her fat, heavy breasts, then slid her hand over her pronounced abdominal muscles, the layer of sudor that coated her skin making them shiny and lustrous. Moreau followed her hand with his eyes, and gulped, trying to dispel the saliva that was pooling in his mouth as she teased him. Her hand passed her belly, and rubbed her pubic mound slowly, fingers pushing into her pink opening past the puffy lips, clear juices leaking down her lower body.

She met his gaze, a smug smile spreading across her lips as he dangled in the air, his erection pressing painfully against his pants. Her amber eyes seemed to pose a question, she held him there, waiting for him to respond.

Moreau's face burned, he squirmed in her grip, he wanted her, badly, but he was too proud to humiliate himself, would she even understand the request? Maybe his expression was enough to get the message across. Her tail began its teasing again, playing over his glans with a touch too light to satisfy him. He closed his eyes, trying to endure, but the Viper leered at him, enjoying the effect her denial was having on him.

She wanted him to ask for it, he sensed as much, but to do so would also be to surrender to her completely, which might be what she was trying to achieve. He had resisted, and managed to hurt her, and now she expected him to submit, to grovel and beg for her touch.

She continued her gentle rubbing, and his eyes wandered over her impressive figure, her large hips swaying hypnotically as she masturbated in front of him. He winced as he felt the tender touch of her tail, wrapping around his balls and squeezing them gently. He turned his head away from her, trying to maintain what little composure he still had left.

She crooned softly, wrapping more of her fat coils around his body until he was cocooned. Leaning forward, she pressed her soft lips against his bare neck, the warmth radiating through his skin. He froze up, feeling her sharp fangs prick his jugular, and melted into her fleshy prison as she began to mouthe and kiss, the sensation overcoming his addled mind. Sparks flared in his brain and stars danced before his eyes, she planted warm, sucking kisses on his vulnerable flesh and bit gently, not enough to puncture the skin, but enough to make him flinch and gasp. He felt the slippery texture of her tongue coil around his neck like a noose, squeezing his throat. She applied almost no pressure, but his body reacted to it all the same, he wriggled, writhing against the firm muscles of her tail as it held him straight.

It was too much, she was torturing him, stimulating the most sensitive areas of his body, his loins, his neck, overloading his nervous system with unbearable stimuli. Her spongy lips pressed against his ear, licking wetly, obscene sounds filling his head. He trembled under her sadistic assault.

"S-stop..." He pleaded, the words escaping his lips. The Viper huffed, laughing at him, and pulled back a little, wetting her fat lips with her purple tongue. She might not speak his language, but she clearly understood a plea when she heard one.

Moreau seethed with embarrassment, that such a pitiable sound had been forced from his mouth, and that it had been this Viper that had done it filled him with shame. This was his enemy, an invader that should be destroyed, and yet she toyed with him, exploiting his most base instincts for her own sick amusement. Despite his displeasure, his member jumped and throbbed in her grip.

The Viper reached her hand down and began to play with herself again, and his eyes were inexorably drawn to her probing fingers and the pink, inviting flesh that peeked out lewdly from below her pale underbelly.

She moved her head down to his stomach, her lips parted and her roving tongue dragged across his skin, leaving a trail of warm saliva like a snail as it moved towards his pants. She popped his fly with the tip of her tail, incredibly agile and dexterous, and then Moreau tensed, sucking in a breath of air through clenched teeth as the slippery organ closed around his penis, wrapping it in a tunnel of undulating flesh. Her drool coated his shaft, and the powerful tendril corkscrewed around it, a sensation like a dozen meaty tongues teasing every inch of his member assaulted his senses. His head lolled back as he tried to hang on, waves of intense pleasure rolling up through his body like electric shocks. He groaned, getting close to the edge, and she increased the pace of her intolerable wriggling and licking in response.

Moreau's legs were like jello, he couldn't concentrate, his lower body felt like it was melting. As he felt his emission rising, and the pangs of orgasm began to cramp his muscles, she pinched her muscular tongue around the base of his penis again, cutting him off abruptly. He cried out as his climax was stopped in its tracks, his body wracked by the futile pumping of his swollen member.

"Enough!" He exclaimed. The Viper fluttered her eyelids in surprise.

"I-I give in, I surrender...let me come...please."

Perhaps the alien understood him, then again perhaps she had no grasp of the English language and merely responded to his tone of voice, or his expressions, but she seemed to grin, her full lips curling into a smile at the corners of her mouth, and her huffing laugh returned, gloating over his shuddering form. She loomed over him, her fleshy hood flared in triumph, her eyes low and lurid.

She purred, an odd sound coming from the reptilian creature, and pulled him close to her, stroking his hair with a gentle hand and pressing him into her bosom again.

She reached down with her free hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, and pulled his member out of his pants, lining it up with her leaking loins. He shuddered, burying his face in her heavy breasts, unable to stand the anticipation as she slid the tender head of his aching cock up and down her genital slit, coating it with a lacquer of her dripping excitement.

"D-do it..." Moreau begged, mumbling into her soft cleavage.

She huffed, holding him just a little longer, teasing just a little more, the moist flesh of her vulva dragging over his sensitive tip.

After a moment she relented, and slammed him deep inside her, pushing him up against her muscular body with a powerful thrust of her tail. Moreau cried out, the innumerable folds and creases of her insides dragging harshly across his abused member, her slippery walls contracted, squashing him between their taut surfaces. Deep inside her hot tunnel was a forest of spongy papillae, nubs of flesh that pressed against his head, raking over him like soft teeth. His penis hit the depths of her body, meeting resistance, and she shuddered, rumbling happily. She pulled him out, slowly, torturously as the her tight hole fought, trying to suck him deeper, its thick juices oozing around him and leaking obscenely. She held him in her tail for a moment, panting, with her nectar dripping from his throbbing member in globs, then slammed him back in. She fucked him ruthlessly, holding him in her thick tail like a rag doll, forcing him in and out of her again and again, her excitement mounting as their friction built.

The muscles deep in her organ squeezed and contracted, as if trying to milk the very life from his body, relentless folds and bumps of gooey flesh grinding against him, dragging over his skin, every nerve ending inflamed by her callous use of him. Her loins were on fire, practically burning his engorged member as he slid in and out of her, the depraved, wet sounds of their coupling audible even over his heavy breathing and yelps of anguish.

He felt her insides seize, compressing his cock and forcing those devilish nubs of rubbery flesh against the head, she let out a subsonic rumble that set his teeth on edge and wrapped her arms around him, dull claws digging into his back as she came. Her tail crushed him, squeezing the air out of him, her mammoth breasts smothered him and the rippling contractions of her damp tunnel wrung his orgasm from his body like a fist gloved in wet velvet.

He gushed inside her, his warm emission flowing into her beckoning womb as she trembled and shivered, every minute motion of her rolling hips translating into his pulsing, spasming member. He whined into her cleavage, her soft skin cool on his red cheeks, and she reached in, grasping his face in her hands. She held him for a moment, shivering and rumbling, then kissed him again, her tongue delving into his throat to deliver another wanton kiss as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax. She released him from her embrace, pulling her lips away, a string of saliva linking them briefly, and unraveled her sinuous body, dropping him shakily to the forest floor. He fell backwards, his legs giving out under him, and he sat down in a pile of fallen leaves, dizzy.

The Viper seemed to stretch and flex, he watched her taut muscles bulge beneath her smooth scales, the aura of dull, aching pleasure that encompassed his lower body flaring briefly in response.