Chapter Six
It was surprising she knew what she was, but then something about this particular shifter seemed different from the beginning. She seemed older, smelled of ancient times, perhaps when gods and goddesses ruled the land. Her being was earthy and sensual. Certainly, he couldn’t imagine Briana using the F-word in connection with the act of making love.
“I’ve wanted you in whatever form you appear, from the moment I set eyes on you.”
“She wants you too, but her mind refuses to accept it.” With that statement, she slithered closer, her body molded to his when she placed both hands on either side of his face. Let me taste your shifter kissss,” she hissed.
Something told him she’d made her words sibilant on purpose to arouse him further, which it did. When their lips met, a wildfire heat stirred between the soft tissues. Her tongue slid between them, prying his mouth wider. She tasted spicy and exotic. Not detecting her fangs, he moved his tongue around and realized hers retracted like a snake’s; they were tucked neatly into the roof of her mouth.
His tongue kept rimming her mouth compulsively. Something was different. Amazingly, arousingly different. Slowly his brain found what his tongue had already discovered: she had no teeth in her mouth except the fangs! Then her tongue began a quivering dance in his mouth, driving even that wondrous thought from his mind. When it wound around first one fang, and then the other, lastly around his tongue, he thought he’d come right there without even undressing.
A hot hand slipped down his clothes and latched onto his cock. He throbbed against that inquisitive hand, moaned into her mouth, and tried to quiet his excitement so they could have a full session of sex.
Thrusting her from him slightly, he kissed his way down her neck, nipping with his fangs, but not piercing her flesh. Her skin was so soft, as smooth as the silk which had clad her body earlier. His hands circled her lovely breasts, squeezed gently, feeling their weight and firmness. Rubbing his hair against the areoles of each in succession, he could see her excitement; the nipples were hard and greedy for further exploration.
Complying happily, Raynor suckled on one, then another, if possible, his erection growing harder. Her long throat tilted backwards and she gripped his shoulders.
Suddenly, she moaned and he matched her with one of his own.
Abruptly, she shoved him back gently and swooped down on his body with eager hands, helping him shed his clothes in record time. Ah, why didn’t I think of this earlier. The texture of her skin against his was exquisite. Her upper body was silken, her lower slightly rough, tickling and erotic at the same time when her tail curled around him. She moved it about his body like a third hand, an extremely long hand capable of caressing one to two foot sections of his body all at one time.
She flowed down his body, positioning herself on what would have been knees if she were still human. Gazing up at him with a sultry face hot enough to start the tinder in the brazier, she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around one of his nipples. Raynor panted in a sexual excitement so strong his guts knotted.
He’d thought her tongue seemed long when they kissed, but he’d not seen it until now. She continued to lick at him, giving him time to appreciate her impressive appendage. It was thin and flexible; she’d easily be able to roll it into an “O”. Her head was at his waistline, her tongue at his nipple - being a snakewoman definitely had its advantages, especially for the lucky male on the receiving end.
Slowly, her tongue worked its way down his abdomen; he clenched his stomach in anticipation. She withdrew her long appendage and nuzzled his cock for a few seconds, and then flicked it out again, taking his whole member into one of those rolls he’d thought about. He groaned aloud. That flexible tongue was completely wrapped around him and she undulated it, while not moving an inch of her head.
