The Serpentine Bodyguard Pt. 03

On the one hand, Clark liked the simplicity of a simple blowjob... but on the other, surviving that interview deserved a special something as a reward. "Well, if you say so," he purred in reply, "Shall we adjourn to the bedchamber?"

Hssara let her human lover cop one final feel, then scooped him out of his chair in a bridal carry, romantically clutching him to her chest as she slithered back to the bedroom. Once there, she set him down on the bed and gave him a moment to disrobe, showing off his handsome stiffy for the first time in what felt like far too long. Right as he seemed about to say something, she suddenly lunged forward, coiling once around his torso and pinning his arms to his sides. "I think we could both use a bit of lubing up," she sighed, pumping a few squirts of silicone-based slime into her palm before leaning over toward Clark's junk.

"You know, I could help," Clark jokingly remarked, "Just unpin my arm and-"

"Oh, hush," the viper teased, "You've had a hard day at work... just relax and enjoy." Her human knew better than to argue, and once her wet tongue wrapped around his throbbing meat, he let out a coinciding groan of contentment. At the same time, she brought the end of her tail right up beside her, with nothing but a nearly invisible slit to mark where her digestive tract ended. Her neatly-filed fingers began spreading the lubricant around the entrance, probing inward to fully spread it around while taking special care with her claws. It was far tighter than her muff, barely able to fit two fingers into its smooth depths, but it was still big enough to fit Clark's manhood.

Once her tailhole was slick enough, she turned back around to look Clark in the eye, rearing up while gently massaging her vulva. "You ready?" Clark asked, the viper's slit already poised above his tip. Wrapped up like this, it felt like he was utterly at her mercy... but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yep, just..." Hssara punctuated her statement by finally popping him in with a tiny squelch. To her, it just felt like a weird sense of fullness, but to Clark, it felt so much tighter than her snatch, the texture only making things more intense as it glided down his shaft. The viper got to watch his face contort in pure bliss as she took him to the hilt, and though having a dick in her bowels was a little bit uncomfortable, having Clark writing in her grip more than made up for it.

"Ooooh," he moaned, "That's... wow. And it doesn't-mmph... hurt?"

"Nope." Now that she'd gotten used to it, Hssara actually found the meaty intrusion rather fun... but it certainly wasn't going to get her off on its own. "How about we put that pretty mouth to work?" she purred, slithering forward so that her nethers hung above Clark's head. Without waiting for a reply, she lowered herself down until her scaly vulva were pressed against Clark's lips, then began grinding her slimy muff against his face.

Clark would've gladly focused in on the viper's sweet spots, but with her tailhole gliding up and down his length like a possessed fleshlight, all he could do was stick out his tongue and moan. His legs kicked and squirmed as the erotic assault continued, utterly helpless to stop the silky slit from coating him in slime, but he hadn't the faintest wish to stop her... until his phone began buzzing from the floor. "Mmmph hmmph?" he asked through Hssara's aggressive humping, and the viper sat up just long enough for him to catch a breath that didn't smell like snake pussy. "Should we get it?"

Without replying, Hssara made a move toward the clothes at the foot of the bed, rolling in a half-circle with Clark's face hugged to her groin and her tailhole still wrapped around his cock. She then stretched off the bed, fished Clark's ringing phone out of his sweatpants pocket, scooted back, then lay belly-down with her nethers right back on the human's head. Before Clark could really object, Hssara resumed her gentle stroking with her tail, causing his muffled apprehensions to melt into a surprised moan. "Oh, hey, Martin!" she said into the receiver, her voice hardly betraying the fact that she was screwing a helpless human captive.

Clark could still hear the wet squelching of Hssara's motions, squeezing his member within her sphincter as she teasingly stoked him, and he silently hoped they weren't audible over the phone. "Is that Martin Cubrela?" he tried to ask, but it came out more as, "Is tha-mph hmm- ghhhgh..."

"Clark? Well, he's not really available right now, he's... in the shower. I can take a message, though." She reached one hand down to run her scaly fingers through his hair, subtly holding him face-up against her head-humping.

"Mmmmph..." He couldn't get her off him with his arms tied down, he couldn't get her attention without Martin hearing muffled shouting, and he couldn't think straight with her screwing him like this. As if intent on keeping him incapacitated, Hssara picked up the pace, her anal slit slapping against his groin with surprising dexterity.

Hssara paused for a moment, listening to whatever Martin had to say, then asked, "What do you mean by 'shadowing?' Is... do you want her to live here?"

Parts of Clark's dazed mind got curious as to who this third party was, but more in the forefront, he could feel his body tensing for a climax. Unfortunately for him, Hssara's enthusiasm seemed to dull with every word from Martin until he stayed fully sheathed in her tantalizing rear.

"And when is she coming over?" She paused again, and Clark could hear a bit of concern creeping into her voice. "I see... well, I'll be sure to pass it along. Thanks for the heads up... bye." With that, she hung up, froze for a moment, then began hammering her tailhole up and down Clark's shaft.

The sudden friction forced another gasp from his lips and made him writhe in her unyielding coils, but the pressure didn't let up, and before long, he found himself right back on the brink of cumming. Right as he hit his limit, Hssara reared up just enough to give him some air, though his mouth was still coated in a sheen of her juices. "Oh... fuck!"

Feeling her human lover buck and writhe helped take some of the edge off of Hssara's reaction, and as his manhood pumped a sticky load into her rear, she found the sensation both filthy and exciting. Looking down, she got to watch his face twist into an expression of pure bliss for a few moments, and the slippery fluids coating his lips made her want a bit of reciprocation. "So, how was that?" she purred as he began to relax, "Better than the other holes?"

Clark felt her tailhole pull off with a familiar schlurp, after which her constricting coils relaxed just a bit. "Eh... different," he eventually replied, "What was that call abou-"

"Shh." Hssara pressed one scaly finger to his lips with a grin. "You've still got a job to finish."

"Then lemme up, unless you just want to hump my face all day."

While the thought of her riding Clark's tongue like a sybian certainly sounded intriguing, Hssara was a bit more in the mood for more traditional dining. She swiftly uncoiled from around Clark's torso, unintentionally leaving a trail of sticky semen with her tail, and no sooner had she laid back on a pillow than Clark had pounced on top of her. He immediately slipped two fingers in while lapping at her clit, causing the viper to let out her own melody of moans, and when her writhing tail sought out something to grasp, he happily wrapped it around his abdomen like a bandolier. It was too bad he didn't get to interrupt a phone call of hers, but watching her squirm after her whole dominant act was still quite the treat. Hssara was soaking wet, already warmed up from her head-humping, and Clark wound up swallowing a mouthful of her feminine fluids while still going down on her. "Mmmm... haspana," the viper moaned, firmly grabbing a handful of Clark's hair while her other hand held onto her pillow.

Her hips bucked up against him as her muff clenched around his tongue, groaning wordless praises that urged him to go deeper, but after a minute, she felt Clark slap the side of her tail. Instantly recognizing their silent signal for "you're crushing me," Hssara relaxed her tail around the human's rib cage, and though there probably wasn't any damage done, she still felt guilty for the last four times she'd choked him out mid-coitus. "Sorry, I just... ahhhh..."

Clark, meanwhile, harbored no ill will, instead continuing his relentless tongue-fucking of his scaly lover. While his curiosity about the mystery call still lingered in the back of his mind, it could wait until after he'd made her cum. Latched onto her hips like a leech, he picked up the pace just a bit, forcing another distracted moan from her lips. "Oh, haspa chug gemtao... temmu... gonna... gahhhhh!"

The climax came slow and smooth, rippling through her body and making her squirm from head to tail. Hssara's claws briefly flexed into Clark's scalp as her coils hugged him tightly, doing her best to embrace her lover without crushing him, drinking up his warm scent in throbbing bliss. His tongue and fingers kept doing their electrifying dance until her pent up pleasure faded to a hazy glow, at which point the human pulled away and wiped some of her fluids from his lips. "Well, that was fun," he replied, "Certainly needed the break..."

"Wanna keep going?" Hssara purred, reaching down and spreading her scaly vulva with two fingers.

While her invitation to give her a second cream filling was undoubtedly enticing, Clark couldn't help but think of where he'd last stuck his manhood. "You sure that's a good idea?" he asked, "Maybe we should get cleaned up first..."

It took a second for the viper to realize what he was talking about, causing her slutty grin to wilt. "Oh... yeah. And speaking of that..." Hssara unwound her tail enough to hold up her anal slit, which was still oozing a cocktail of lube and cum all over the sheets. Now that they weren't caught up in their wild rutting, Clark began to notice the sweat on his skin and the slime coating his nethers, and Hssara seemed to share his need to get clean. Both of them made their way to the bathroom's expansive shower, taking care not to stain the carpet too much more than they already had.

"So, what was Martin calling about?" The two of them were busy washing each other's parts clean, unabashedly getting their hands in the other's hard-to-reach places, and while Clark had been ruminating on the call for a while, the shower was when it finally came to a head.

Hssara, meanwhile, was taken a bit off guard. "Oh, right... well, Martin was planning on sending someone over. To the apartment. To stay with us."

Now that he thought back, Clark was able to pick through the memory of the anal experience to recall that Hssara had mentioned someone coming to 'shadow' them... someone who was a she. "Who? Calkins?"

"No... another deviant. Another viper."

So there really were other human-loving aliens out there... he remembered it being mentioned a few times but hadn't ever figured he'd see an example in the flesh. "So... what, we're just supposed to take on a roommate?"

Hssara uncomfortably folded her arms across her chest. "Well, it's a bit more than that... Martin said he wanted her to 'shadow' us, watch how a normally adjusted human-alien couple work."

Clark could clearly see her discomfort, and after a moment, he asked, "I take it you're not too sure about it?"

"Having a stranger live with us? Yeah, I'm not sure."

"Did they tell you anything about her, what she's like, where she's from?"

The viper briefly leaned back with her eyes closed and let the shower water wash over her face, regretting not asking back when she had Martin on the line. "No... just said her name was Nijia. If she's anything like other vipers, though..."

"But she's a deviant, who knows what she's like?" Clark gently took Hssara's hands in his own, pulling her arms from their crossed pose. "Sure, she might be a bitch, but I don't think they're gonna keep us all locked up together if things start getting nasty."

"Plus the guest bedroom's got its own TV," Hssara added, offering a tender squeeze to her hand. "If we really need to, we can just lock her in there with a few bags of beef jerky."

While it almost seemed like his lover was set to dislike this new arrival from the get-go, Clark still felt relieved at having the mystery solved. "What time does she get here?" he then asked, curious as to how soon he'd meet this Nijia.

"Sometime in the afternoon," Hssara replied, "Maybe four-ish if I remember correctly."

"Well that's-" Click. Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom flicked off, and the water from the shower trickled to a halt. Thanks to the utter lack of windows in the master bathroom, Clark was completely blind, and the only light he could make out was from under the door. "What the hell?"

Hssara's eyes, however, swiftly adapted to the tenebrous conditions, and it was clear the meager light was actually coming through the bedroom's curtained windows. "Maybe the power went out?" No, no, the apartment probably had a backup generator... "Could the backups have gone out too?" Suddenly, she realized from Clark's groping of the shower's glass wall that the human couldn't see a thing, and she swiftly took his hand in her own. "Need some help?"

"Please." Clark blindly relaxed and let Hssara pick him up, then carry him through the murky bathroom and walk-in closet into the marginally lit bedroom. Here, at least, the human could see his hand in front of his face, but as his lover set him down, they both began to hear a familiar noise coming from the nightstand. "Is that my phone?"

This time, Hssara let Clark take point, and as he approached the ringing device, he saw a caller ID that sent a chill down his spine: "PICK UP NOW." Cautiously, he picked up the phone, wiped a bit of slimy lube from it with the bedsheets, then clicked the accept button and held it up to his ear. Before he could even say hello, he heard a distorted voice from the other end like something out of witness protection. "Clark, do not hang up," it ordered, "Do not say anything. We've disabled their security systems as well as the viper's implants, but we don't have long."

"Who are you?" Clark shot back, even though he already had something of a theory. He turned around so that his phone was closer to Hssara, letting her silently tap in with her enhanced hearing.

There was an irritated sigh from the other side. "We're the people who can save you," the voice growled, "And right now, you're wasting time. Go to the ADVENT burger joint at 245 Bayshore Boulevard at noon two days from now. Don't be late."

"And why the hell should we trust you?" Clark retorted, "Last time you tried to save me, four armed thugs broke into our apartment and tried to kill my-" He stopped himself as he was about to say girlfriend, though he wasn't quite sure why. "-my bodyguard!"

"Based on what we knew at the time, that was our best option. It didn't work, but it forced ADVENT's hand, and now we have a chance to get you out peacefully."

Hssara and Clark both shared a look of furious incredulity. "You didn't answer the question, asshole," the latter snarled, "How do we know you won't shoot my bodyguard in the head and drag me off in zip ties?"

The person on the other end let out another sigh. "Do you know what ADVENT does to people who they don't like?" His voice dripped venom through the voice disguiser like some kind of monster. "They don't just kill you, oh no, they just torture and maim you to hollow out your brain like a fucking pumpkin. Then, once you're barely alive, they stick you full of cybernetics and mind-control you, just move you around like a fucking puppet while you're trapped inside your own head. As soon as you stop tapdancing for ADVENT, that's what's going to happen to you, and that's what's going to happen to that bitch snake you fuck. 245 Bayshore Boulevard, Sunday at noon, or you're both dead."

With that, the caller immediately hung up, and even if he'd had a chance to get the last word in, Clark was far too shocked to speak. For all the mystery caller's assholery, he guessed he wasn't entirely wrong, and judging by Hssara's expression, they both shared the same fear of being tossed aside. They just stood there a moment, naked bodies dripping water onto the carpet, pondering their options until the lights suddenly all came back on.

As if on some cosmic cue, the front door swung open, and two troopers came stomping in, rifles raised as they began carefully sweeping the living room. It didn't take long for them to proceed to the bedroom, and when they did, they showed absolutely no reaction to the two naked forms before them. "Are you secure?" one of them asked Clark, and when the human nodded, both troopers seemed to relax. "There was a security failure for three minutes and forty-seven seconds. It appears it was a system malfunction."

Or a successful hacking attack, Clark thought to himself. "Uh, great... is that all?"

"Protocol dictates sweeping the area before free movement can be permitted."

"Can we at least dry off while we wait?" Hssara asked.

The trooper briefly looked to his partner, who had just finished searching the bathroom. "Yes, but please remain in this area."

"Right..." With that, Clark and his viper companion headed for the towel rack, leaving the two troopers to finish robotically searching the penthouse. By the time they'd finished, the two black-clad troopers had returned to their posts, letting Clark and Hssara get dressed in fresh clothes in privacy.

"So..." Hssara nervously began after pulling on another sweater, "Should we?"

Clark immediately understood what she meant, but he couldn't help but remember ADVENT's surveillance policies. "Should we what?" he replied, then tried to say "they're listening" with subtle gestures.

Luckily, Hssara got the message, and after a tiny nod, elaborated a bit more. "Should we do that again sometime?"

"Yeah, that was fun..." The human tried to sound excited about their next session of debauchery, but he couldn't hide the small cracks in his voice. "Y'know, I wouldn't mind relaxing on the couch."

"Okay... we can do that."

On his way over, Clark made sure to grab a blanket from the closet, something nice and fuzzy that could insulate any noise. What he had was a dumb-sounding plan, but the only other alternative was to pretend nothing had happened, and he didn't want to ponder the potential consequences alone.

Once Hssara had neatly coiled herself on the couch, Clark gestured for her to lay back with a porcelain smile, then snuggled up on top of her. He threw the blanket over them both, dropping his facade as soon as it covered their heads, and he was quick to notice Hssara's worried expression mirroring her own. "We can't trust them," he finally whispered, "As soon as we show up, I think they're gonna try to kidnap me again."

"Yeah... but what would ADVENT do?" When Clark looked confused, she quickly elaborated. "A month ago, I thought they only hurt terrorists, but then I almost had my brain wiped. What's to say they won't succeed at something worse?"

"I..." Hssara had a point, and after living under ADVENT's thumb for as long as they had, he'd come to see some of their draconian internal workings. "I understand, but... if we go with these mystery rebels, I feel like they'll kill you at the earliest opportunity."

"And ADVENT won't?"

Clark let out a defeated sigh, relaxing against Hssara and leaning into her embrace. "Guess we're damned if we do, damned if we don't, right?"

"And we've got this Nijia coming over tonight," the viper added, "Even if she's as cold-blooded as the others, I don't want to drag her into this."

"Me neither... How about we just wait it out?" When their only escape from ADVENT was in the custody of gun-toting nutjobs, waiting in a cushy penthouse with another alien as their roommate hardly seemed unappealing.