The Serpentine Bodyguard Pt. 02

While he was tempted to climb free of her coils and snuggle on top of her, pressing his face to her breasts and his raging erection to her groin, Clark quickly realized he'd get his nice suit pants soaked by Hssara's dripping snatch. Instead, he relaxed in her coils while petting what might've been her legs if she were a human. "Eh, you still take the cake on that one," he sighed, "This little number can't do a third of the things you can."

"Maybe... but you've got another trick up your sleeve, my simian friend." Hssara suddenly began uncoiling herself from around Clark, turning to face him and the boner barely held back by his pants. "C'mon, dontcha want something for yourself?"

"Well I-"

"You have arrived at Bretton Arms Apartments." In the heat of the moment, neither of them noticed the subtle jolt that signaled their arrival, and as the both squinted toward the dashboard, it appeared they had made it all the way back home.

"Well, I'd love to," Clark said, "But I think we really ought to get inside first."

Hssara looked to him, then down to his boner, then to the back door, her eyes squinted as she calculated her various chances. Eventually, common sense won out over her inebriated lust, and she quickly re-donned her holster and pistol. "Fine, but when we get there..."

The trip up to their apartment was tense, to say the least, with several residents giving odd looks to the stain on Hssara's dress or the residue still clinging to Clark's hand. He worried she might go after him in the elevator, ripping both their fine clothes to shreds and rutting like animals, but thankfully, Hssara kept her composure until the apartment door closed behind them.

As soon as Clark turned around, the viper hoisted him up with near-superhuman strength, tackling him onto the couch before retreating back to his pants. Despite her claws, it didn't take her eager hands long to undo Clark's belt and fly, after which she yanked everything below his waist down to his ankles. It took her a few seconds to pop off his shoes and socks, giving the human a chance to pull off his sweater, and in short order, Clark was left wearing nothing but a smile. Hssara reared up, looming above him, then pulled her dress over her head, revealing every inch of her gorgeous body. However, he only got a brief moment's look before the viper pounced down on top of him, giggling as her scaly body pinned him to the couch.

Clark didn't mind the body slam one bit, and he swiftly began kissing Hssara on the lips, pushing back and giving every bit as good as he got. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and his tongue did the same, conjoining them in a slimy makeout session that lasted until Clark rolled them both clean off the couch. Hssara wound up on the bottom, pinned as the human held her wrists above her head, but she wasn't about to complain; his bare skin felt so damn good pressed up against her body, and though it was tempting to wrap all around him, she rather liked watching him have his fun. Clark's lips drifted down from her face to her neck as he began probing around with his cock, and as soon as it brushed Hssara's engorged muff, he fully sheathed himself in her vagina's cozy embrace. "Oooh, fuck you're tight..."

"And you're still so big..." Clark and Hssara exchanged a long, loving gaze as they got adjusted, fidgeting around with their nethers entwined until both were satisfied. Then, the human started ever so slowly thrusting with his knees on the ground, earning a moan from the viper's lips and coaxing one from his own.

While his hips picked up speed, Clark's face immediately gravitated toward Hssara's ample chest, and once he planted a tender kiss on her clavicle, she didn't hesitate to press his face into her cleavage. His lips kissed and licked while his hips thrusted away, accenting the act with an air of pure intimacy, and though her tail didn't have a limb to grasp in a death grip, it still coiled and writhed all the same. "Yu rebo iea," she moaned, hugging her human lover as tight as she could while his hips built up steam.

"And I love you," Clark replied, looking up from her cleavage before taking one of her invisible teats in his mouth.

After all this time, Hssara still had no clue why him sucking on her smooth breast felt so good, but with his cock hitting her g-spot at just the speed she liked, all she cared about was that it felt good. "Mrrrrrrgh..."

Suckling on her tit's scales was a tad awkward for Clark, too, though watching Hssara squirm more than made up for it. His hips continued pumping back and forth, massaging himself with the soft ridges and folds of her muff, sheathing himself in her cozy wet warmth before pulling back.

Clark kept going until he heard a thump behind him, and as he briefly looked up, the human noticed Hssara's coils had fallen off the couch and were winding up. Once he looked back to his serpentine lover, he couldn't mistake the spark of frisky mischief in her eyes. Before Clark could say anything to dissuade her, she'd grabbed him tight and begun to hastily slither toward the bedroom, and before the human could do anything about it, Clark found himself pinned up against a bare patch of wall with Hssara pressing against him. "Sometimes I forget how strong you are," he sighed, crossing his legs behind her hips as she began rocking back and forth.

"Well, how about a little reminder?" she tipsily purred, effortlessly holding Clark's weight up while she humped against him. Somehow, it felt even better to be on the receiving end, to just sit there while his monstrous lover took care of his every desire, so Clark just held on for dear life as his beautiful partner rode his cock into the ground. "Aww, does someone like getting fucked?" she drunkenly tittered, "Do you just wanna lay back and get ravaged by a giant talking snake?"

"Oh god... yes," Clark sighed, "Yes, yes, yes..." He could feel himself beginning to near a climax, and as Hssara continued her relentless assault on his nether regions, filling the air with passionate squelching, the pressure built up further and further. "Hahhh... fuck me like you hate me."

"Mmmff... as you wish." Thrusting turned into slamming as Hssara picked up the pace even further, battering her human lover against the wall in the most erotic way possible. With each wet, squishing thrust, Clark could feel his balls bouncing off Hssara's scaly underbelly, and her mouth began firmly sucking on the side of his neck, keeping her teeth out of the way while asserting her dominance all the same. It was like she was trying to suck his soul out two ways at once, and Clark didn't last long under the predatory assault.

"I'm... cumming!" As soon as his pleasure peaked, Hssara slammed her scaly groin against his own, planting his tip as deep into her slimy, thirsty muff as it could go while squeezing all around it. Clark felt pinned, helpless, and somehow that made things even better. His cock swiftly blew its load in several powerful spurts, getting his seed as close as it could possibly get to her reptilian womb, giving her everything she could ask for one sticky gush as a time. While his body tensed from the orgasmic pleasure, Hssara pressed her lips once again to his and drove her tongue inward, slipping straight down Clark's throat in an intimate invasion. The human didn't know whether to be aroused or disgusted, but as surging pleasure slowed to a pleasant haze, he began leaning strongly toward the former.

However, Hssara wasn't entirely done with him, and after pulling her tongue free from his gullet, her hips resumed their wild locomotion. Clark could feel his tip hammering into her g-spot, filling her body with tense bliss, and a few moments after coming to his senses, he felt Hssara squeeze him tight with climactic intensity. Her canal convulsed around his manhood, her arms squeezed him almost as hard as her coils, and her lips let a tiny whimper of utter ecstasy, to which he responded by hugging her tight. "Mmmm, that was wonderful," he sighed as she began to come down from her own orgasmic high, "You really ought to pull this dom act more often."

Once her senses weren't clouded by primal release, Hssara gently let her human down until his feet touched the floor, then pulled their soaked nethers apart with a satisfying squelch. "Hm... you're even cuter as my helpless prey," she replied, "But I think that wine's starting to get all the way through me..."

"Me too," Clark admitted, "And I'm sure hammering me into the wall like that has gotta be quite the workout, but would you mind carrying me?"

Hssara's lips curled into an adoring smile. "Sure thing, cutie."

After riding the "viper express" into the bathroom, Clark got started on a shower, and after taking care of a bit of other business, Hssara joined him. It was a tad awkward having her thick scales coiled around the shower's floor, but having someone to wash his back and keep him company was more than worth it. As it turned out, scales were much easier to clean than hair, and after rinsing off her lover's sweat and spunk, Hssara devoted her attention to her mammalian lover, taking care of his lower half while he washed the sweat from his brow. Between the two of them, it didn't take long for him to get clean, and after stepping out of the shower booth, Hssara's ultra-powered scale-dryer made quick work of the remaining moisture.

Five minutes later, both human and viper were warm and content on the couch, each clad only in a plush blue bathrobe. Playing on the TV was some new drama that was thinly-veiled ADVENT propaganda, but neither Clark nor Hssara cared about the quality; as long as they had each other, they could stare at a blank screen the whole time and not change a thing. The viper had her tail coiled and draped over her human's legs like a thick blanket, while her torso sat beside him and gave a kiss on the cheek. "So, any thoughts on the evening's events?" Hssara murmured, "My drunken antics didn't ruin the night for you, did they?"

"Oh, of course not," Clark replied, "The food was phenomenal, the ambience was excellent, and the company was..."

"Monsterous? Predatory? Obscene?" Hssara couldn't help but flash her needle-like fangs through her smile, and part of her wanted to playfully bite him on the ear.

"...delightful," the human finally said, "You were delightful, even if you were a bit pushy toward the end."

"Aww, thanks... but I probably would have died on the spot if I'd had to go it alone." The two of them kissed one more time, then settled in to watch the show's goody-two-shoes protagonist as he meandered through the show's events. After a few half-watched episodes, Clark and Hssara were both feeling fatigue beginning to drag their eyelids shut, and before they could fall asleep on the couch, the viper carried her human lover to bed.

They both disrobed, then crawled under the covers together, where Clark was happy to get wrapped up in Hssara's scaly coils. "Goodnight, Hssara," he sighed, body squeezed tight and head nestled comfortably in Hssara's cleavage.

"Goodnight, Clark," came her quiet reply. It didn't take long for both of them to drift off under the heavy comforter, and as Clark breathed his last conscious breaths, he couldn't help but wonder how long all this would last.

As it turned out, the quiet peace of their embrace wouldn't even last the night. When Clark awoke, it wasn't to the sound of Hssara gently whispering in his ear or to the feeling of sun playing across his eyelids, it was to the sensation of his shoulder being shaken, and as he came to, he heard Hssara muttering to him in an oddly tense tone. "Clark, someone's coming," she hissed, "I need you to get under the bed and stay there until it's over." She was swiftly uncoiling herself from around him, too, and Clark thought he could hear her sinking to the floor.

In his still muddled mind, her ward wasn't sure why someone would be coming in the dead of night, at an hour when he couldn't see his hand in front of his face without the lights on despite the bedroom's windows. "What? Who's coming?"

"Four people, all wearing combat boots." He could just barely make out her yellow eyes in the darkness, and they shone with something he'd never seen before. It wasn't worry, it wasn't discomfort, it was fear, the primal fear you only felt when the next minute determined whether you and your loved ones lived or died. "Clark, I need you to get under the bed, now."

Surprised by the fear in her eyes, Clark shook some of the cobwebs from his mind and complied, dropping to the ground before crawling under the bedframe. There was just enough space to fit him, and he felt ridiculous without any clothes on, but now he could hear something, a steady rhythm of clunks that sounded like jackbooted soldiers. Someone really was coming, and as he watched Hssara retrieve both her plasma rifle and discarded pistol, Clark realized this must be the scenario ADVENT feared. Insurgents were coming to take him away, and the only thing standing between him and a dingy torture chamber was Hssara. He scooted back as far as he could, the rising tension dulling the awkwardness of dust on his bare groin.

Hssara took position by the door frame, cocking her rifle and activating its glowing green power cell. The insurgents were getting closer, and now Clark could hear their guns clunking and rattling as well. It sounded like four fully-kitted commandos... how the hell did they make it into the apartment building? A brief image flashed in his mind of a balaclava-clad psycho slitting one of his neighbor's throats, and he quickly decided he didn't want to think about it any more than he had to.

His thoughts, however, were quick to stir up again as the boots stopped in front of his door. There was a bit of incoherent muttering, then someone began to pick the lock, roughly raking the pins until it popped open with a click. Once the door swung open, the bootsteps resumed, now inside the apartment where he and Hssara had spent the best three weeks of his life together. "Remember, no shooting," a male voice hissed, "Just grab him and gag him." Clark could hear the rough-hewn combat boots stomp around his apartment, searching for him, checking to make sure there weren't any threats lying in wait with flashlights on the ends of rifles. He briefly glanced over to where Hssara was hiding by the door and found the viper frozen still, lying in wait without moving a muscle.

Suddenly, the bedroom's doorknob began turning slowly, and a few moments later, the door gently swung open. All Clark could see of them were their boots, but he could tell they were scanning over his bed with a flashlight. "He's not here," a different male voice said, walking to the closet and checking it. How long until they checked under the bed? Hssara was still standing there by the doorway, waiting, unnoticed by the insurgent... how long until she sprung into action?

"That's impossible," the first voice replied, walking through the open doorway to meet his companion. "Recon said-hrrrk!" Hssara suddenly surged forward, wrapping herself around the first insurgent and crushing the life out of him with all her might. An instant later, Clark heard what he could only assume was a shot from her plasma rifle, and the second insurgent toppled to the ground with a massive scorch mark on his chest. Before the other two could react, Hssara fired another shot and dropped one, but the other got off a burst from his assault rifle. The sound was deafening, and Clark could hear the bullets tearing through the apartment's walls, but before the insurgent could fire again, Hssara made a noise akin to spitting. Something splattered, and the still-living insurgent began screaming, but his voice died after being yanked close and whacked with the rifle's butt.

The whole encounter was over in seconds, and in the sudden moment of silence, Clark managed to look at the man who'd been shot beside him. He had long brown hair gathered in a bun, and nothing about his outfit said he was a terrorist... he just looked like some blue-collar worker from off the street. However, the assault rifle beside him said differently, and as the man let out a pained groan, Clark reached out and began pulling the weapon toward him.

"Clark?" Hssara's voice called out like an angel from heaven, and Clark couldn't help but feel the slightest pang of relief. "Are you okay? It's over... they're all done." As the human crawled back out from under the bed, he heard Hssara close and lock the front door, and once he'd gotten back to his feet, the viper flicked on the lights and hurried over to him. "Tejoasa... okay, you're not hurt." Once her eyes had finished checking him over for wounds, she suddenly turned away, but not before Mark noticed the gash along her bicep. It looked like a graze, and while he couldn't express enough gratitude that she hadn't been actually shot, he still began to worry.

"Hssara, I think you got hit," he said, "I... should we get a doctor?"

Though her human lover was a tad stunned from the shock, Hssara was already beginning to clean up the scene. She used sets of cuffs gathered from her duffle bag to truss up both unconscious insurgents, then began piling all their guns onto the bed. "I'm fine," she said while tossing an assault rifle onto the mattress, "Just... get dressed." As if noticing her wound for the first time, she then opened her mouth and grabbed one of her fangs, forcing out a bit of venom onto her palm before rubbing it onto the graze. She winced in pain, but she was obviously immune to whatever toxins made the venom an antiseptic, and it seemed to staunch the orange blood flowing from the wound.

Almost in a trance, Clark began getting dressed, doing his best to ignore the men laying scattered about his apartment like a child's broken toys. A brief glance revealed that Hssara's other shot had nailed the third guy in the chest, the same as the man beside the bed, while the final one had had venom splashed in his eyes. It hardly even clicked that Hssara was the one who'd done it, and as he watched her shakily don her armor, he couldn't help but feel she was just as much a victim as he.

Once they were both dressed, Hssara tapped a few holographic buttons on her bracer and seemingly started a call. "Semgata," she began, "Yu'bo tegyu sejo emo oyutfgi cobom, gqueh josoucoja, gqueh sukgaloc..." She paused for a moment, glancing at Clark. "...Umja emo kciseh gluu suco. Lowocg yunnojyugo usgyem em ni resugyem."

While Hssara was busy with the call, Clark couldn't help but wander over to the pile of guns on the bed, gingerly picking up an assault rifle from the top. He'd seen a dozen like it in movies and shows, but this was the first time he'd ever seen one in reality. It was heavier than expected, and as Clark held it in both hands, he realized the barrel was still warm... this must be the one that wounded Hssara! As soon as he realized what its wielder had done, he dropped the gun back onto the pile, where it landed with a metallic thunk.

"Clark? C' mere..." Without thinking, the human turned around and made his way over, causing him to walk headfirst into a hug from Hssara. She grabbed onto him like a life preserver in a sea storm, nestling her head in his neck and sniffing deep of her scent, and it took Clark a second to think to hug her back. As he did, Hssara leaned into his arms, almost shuddering as they held each other close. Neither said anything, but they didn't need words to express one simple fact: neither of them was at all prepared for the carnage that now surrounded them.

Eventually, their embraced loosened enough for them to move to the couch, where Hssara leaned against Clark like she was desperate for warmth. "It's... it's okay," he said, unsure if he even believed the words himself. Despite that, Hssara seemed to take comfort in them, and though she didn't say anything, Clark could almost feel her nerves calming. "Everything's gonna be alright," he cooed, "Everything's going to be alright..."