The Serpentine Bodyguard

Clark reached out one hand, gently cupping one of her cheeks in a comforting gesture. "You're fine, I'm no worse for wear... it was an accident, and accidents happen."

Hssara seemed reluctant to let go of her grief but gradually leaned into her human lover's hand. "You're not in pain at all?"

"Not really... I mean, my neck's a little sore, but the sex was totally worth it."

The viper's lips split in a grin, and her guilt melted into a small chuckle. "Yeah... it was fun while it lasted. You were even better than I'd imagined, all that warmth and vigor..."

In reply, Clark gently pulled her into a small kiss. "I never thought about screwing aliens before today... but after tonight, I'm not sure I'll ever go back." He paused for a moment, glancing downward, but he quickly decided to go with his gut. "I love you, Hssara."

The sudden declaration surprised her, but more as something she never thought possible. She quickly scanned Clark's gaze for any sign of deception of apathy, but the human meant what he said with every ounce of his being. "And I love you, Clark." With that, the two of them dived into a prolonged, far more passionate kiss, although after a minute, they slowly pulled apart. Both of them felt ecstatic about finally having someone who cared about them, who found them arousing in addition to the usual romanticism. It didn't take long for them to start thinking about an encore, but before Clark's slimy nethers could begin to get hard, he felt a different hunger reverberate through his belly.

"Hey, are you getting hungry?" he suddenly asked, breaking the mood like a sheet of glass.

Hssara's brow furrowed. "Hungry? Well... yeah, a little bit. Is it about time for human dinner?"

"You could say that... you can eat human food, right?"

A small smile returned to Hssara's lips. "I prefer it over protein-paste rations. What were you planning on making?"

"Eh, 'making' is a bit of a liberal term... I've got some frozen dinners I was planning on heating up, but I can go out and get something if you'd prefer."

"Frozen dinners are fine," the viper replied, already licking her lips at the thought of rich gravy and processed meat. "But before you get to cooking, I think we'd better clean ourselves up."

At first, Clark thought she meant taking a shower, but he quickly realized her intentions as she craned down to his groin. Her skillful tongue swiftly began lapping up the cocktail of bodily fluids, and once she pulled his whole package into her mouth, the human let out a contented sigh. It took all of sixty seconds for her to get him cleaned up, leaving only a faint sheen of spittle in her wake, after which she bent all the way over and began doing the same to her own nethers. It was kind of hot, watching her tongue her own pussy, but Clark was more concerned with wiping himself down with the duvet.

Once he was more or less free from sweat and saliva, the human got off the bed and headed over to his closet, where he re-dressed himself in fresh boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt. When he turned back around, he found Hssara still near the bed, but her attention was locked into something behind him. "Hey, mind if I borrow that?" she asked, and when Clark looked over to what she was pointing at, he realized she had an eye on his plush blue bathrobe.

"Sure, have at it."

The human swiftly plucked the garment from its peg on the wall and tossed it to his lover, after which she seemed utterly entranced by its pure softness. Instead of putting it on right away, she gently stroked the fabric with one hand, then held it up and nuzzled her cheek against it. "Wow, it's so... soft," she murmured, "Are you sure you don't wanna wear it?"

"Nah, go ahead," Clark replied with a grin, "I only really need it in the winter, but you could probably use it year-round if warmth is your thing."

"Mmmm..." Hssara slowly put her arms through the sleeves, then tied up the belt in front; it seemed a little big on her, with the sleeves hanging low and the bottom covering her groin, but it still wasn't enough to completely cover her bust. After a few adjustments, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and struck a semi-casual pose in front of her human. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you look gorgeous as ever," he purred, "But I have to say, I really like this new soft side of yours." He gradually paced over to her and pulled her closer, letting him feel her new plush robe for himself.

"Yeah... it's nice being soft." After gazing into each other's eyes for a moment, the two of them exchanged a quick kiss, then made their way back into the main room.

While Clark began to peruse his selection of reheatable delicacies, Hssara got to work gathering up both their clothes, piling them on top of her duffle bag with her rifle before tossing it all in the corner of the bedroom. When she got back, her human lover had a few selections lined up on the counter: "Would you rather have Salisbury steak, fettuccine, or sesame chicken?"

As she came back around the corner, the viper couldn't help but be seduced by the big hunk of gravy-soaked meat. "The steak one," she replied, "Unless you'd rather have it."

"Eh, I'll go with the fettuccine." It took all of twenty seconds for Clark to pull Hssara's meal out of its packaging, poke some holes in the plastic cover, then pop it into the microwave. The instructions said to cook it for 3 minutes, which gave the human a little while to ask a few questions. "So... is English your second language?"

His partner seemed a tad surprised by the question, but was quick to answer it nonetheless. "Well... sort of. The elders make sure all their followers speak their language, Cujilun, but since I was hatched and trained here, I learned English right alongside it."

This time it was Clark's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Wait, you were born on earth?"

"Yep... somewhere in Nevada, to be precise. There was a secret facility where they bred and trained us away from public scrutiny, but I've no clue where it was..."

It didn't take long for Clark to do a bit of math in his head: the earliest ADVENT facilities had been built in 2014, and it was currently 2031... "How old are you?"

"Well, uh..." Hssara seemed a bit conflicted about answering, and it took her a second to figure out a good response. "Technically speaking, I'm about 16, but in 'viper-years,' I'm closer to my mid-twenties. We mature faster than humans, and most of us get a good helping of growth hormones to speed things along."

He never would've guessed it from the way she acted, and he wasn't all that worried about the alien FBI kicking down his door, but he couldn't resist injecting a little humor. "So does that mean you're legal?"

Hssara mirrored his mischievous grin. "Mmhmm. ADVENT never made any rules about it because it almost never happens... most humans don't have the guts to seduce giant snake monsters, and most other aliens aren't that into humans."

"Eh, sucks to be them... you're the hottest, cutest, sexiest snake monster I've ever seen." The human sidled up to his serpentine lover, wrapping one arm around the back of her waist while looking her in the eye.

"Mmmm... you keep saying that," she replied with a grin.

"Only 'cause it's true," Clark replied, "Take away the armor, the gun, and the gestapo vibes, and all you're left with is a beautiful, charming woman." With that, he swiftly pulled her into yet another passionate smooch, and only after the timer went off did they finally pull apart. Clark got to work peeling off the plastic cover, and as he handed the hot dish to Hssara, the viper seemed almost entranced by the savory steam coming off it. She picked up one of the two forks left on the counter, but after nearly scalding her mouth with a chunk of meat, she decided it would be best to let it cool off. While her lover began prepping his own meal, Hssara slithered back over to his collection of movies, and as she scanned over the titles, she realized most of them looked old... pre-ADVENT, even.

"I don't think I've heard of any of these movies," she called back. True, she wasn't exactly an aficionado when it came to cinema, but she still saw the ads plastered on billboards and websites. Independence Day, The Predator, The Terminator, The Princess Bride... "Where'd you get all these?"

"It was my dad's old collection," Clark explained, "He let me keep a bunch once I moved out."

Hssara quickly pulled out the Independence Day case to find a picture of a UFO hanging over the White House, although it wasn't any kind of ship she'd seen before. "What's this one about?"

When Clark looked over and saw the movie she was holding, some part of his brain immediately assumed she'd be offended by the thought of aliens raining wanton destruction upon humanity. "Uh, that?" he replied, "That's, uh... just a dumb action movie from the 90's, humans versus aliens."

"Hmm..." As much as she found the idea of a fictional invasion interesting, Hssara wasn't quite in the mood for explosions. She replaced the case, then pulled out a different one that caught her eye: The Princess Bride. "How about this one?"

"Oh, now that one's a classic... a farm boy turned adventurer saves his one true love from an evil prince." Clark couldn't help but smile at the thought of it, although he might have to explain a few elements to an alien. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Sure, but... how exactly do you use this?" She was referring to the disk inside the plastic case, and though she understood the basic concept, she didn't recognize a slot where it could be put in.

"Here, lemme get it..." With a bit of technical finagling, Clark had managed to hook an ancient blu-ray player into his holographic tv, and he quickly got the disk loaded into its tray. It took a second to switch the tv input, but he was promptly greeted by the main menu. Before he could do much else, however, the microwave began beeping, and he left Hssara to navigate her way to the feature film. It didn't take her long to start it up, and once she did, she slithered back over to the kitchen to retrieve her meal. She made sure to have her lover sit down first, then began coiling her thick tail across his lap and the cushion next to him, covering his thighs in a scaly blanket while her torso sidled up to his side. As the title rolled, both of them began digging into their microwaved meals, warmly comfortable in each other's presence.

Clark initially worried that he'd have to explain some of the finer points to Hssara, but the viper seemed more curious than intrigued, quietly watching events unfold while she swallowed chunks of Salisbury steak. It didn't take her long to get invested in the action, peril, and adventure, although it almost seemed like she was soaking up Clark's fond memories and enjoyment. Over the years, he'd concluded that true love was impossible to achieve, but after the day's events, both their intimate cuddling and wild rutting, he realized he just might've found it. By the time they'd reached the duel of wits between the napoleon-esque Vizzini and the mysterious man in black, both of them had finished their food, and after setting their empty trays aside, they didn't hesitate to cuddle right up against one another.

Both human and viper enjoyed the antics on screen, the action, the humor, the romance... all of which seemed to transcend whatever species barrier still remained between them. Having this scaly, snake-like alien coiled in his lap and hugging his arm was anything but uncomfortable for Clark, despite her fangs and poison and penchant for soaking up body heat. He loved her, that much he knew, and he was certain she felt the same way about him. As the film drew to a close with Westly and Buttercup finally together, he looked over to see how Hssara was doing and was barely surprised when she pulled him into a passionate kiss of their own. Her tongue didn't take long to slip into his mouth, and as it did, Clark eagerly met it with his own. The two of them swapped a great deal of spit in the short time they made out, getting far more into it than anything featured on-screen, and they would've eventually taken it to X-rated extremes had Hssara not pulled back and yawned.

Seeing her massive fangs flash inches in front of his face still slightly intimidated Clark, but her semi-guilty expression afterward more than made up for it. "Sorry," she murmured, "I'm just getting a little tired... this is about when my old shift would end. I can stay up a bit longer if you want to watch something else, but I might nap in your lap."

As tempting as it was to let her curl up on his lap, Clark figured there was a good chance he'd wind up pinned to the loveseat for the rest of the night. He could feel fatigue beginning to weigh on him too, and judging by how they'd previously made love, he guessed Hssara would be just as cuddly in her sleep. "Actually, I'm tired, too," he sighed, "Let's just head to bed."

Hssara nodded in agreement, then began the lengthy process of uncoiling herself before heading into his bedroom. However, her human lover split off to perform a few evening rituals, and when he finally entered his own bedroom, he found the now nude viper coiled up on his queen-sized mattress. She had the covers pulled aside invitingly to reveal a human-sized spot, and once Clark graciously laid down, Hssara threw the covers back over them both like a billowing cloak. It took a second for her to get adjusted, body pressing against him from all sides while her face kissed the back of his neck, eager to soak up all the warmth and affection she knew he'd exude. "Goodnight, Clark," she purred in his ear, giving him one last tender squeeze before relaxing.

"Goodnight, Hssara..." On most nights, Clark took a while to finally fall asleep, but somehow he found himself swiftly slipping into oblivion in his lover's arms. Maybe it was the long day at work, maybe it was their intense rutting session... or maybe it was just true love in action.

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