“Better than a tongue.”
“Smoother?”
“Yes,” she said, trying to keep her voice down.
“Cooler?”
“Yes!” Her pelvis whirled with the strange sensation.
“What do you think it’ll feel like on the inside?”
Her pussy throbbed when she imagined it, and as much as she wanted him to keep going on her clit, curiosity got the best of her. “Please,” she said. “Do it.”
His low, reverberating chuckle found her hips and clung to them as his hands dug deeper, clutching her ass. She felt his cock change forms against her clit. It got hard and huge, and he rubbed its silky skin against her slick pussy, driving her throbbing button closer to ecstasy. Her legs turned to jelly as he stroked off against her. This couldn’t be happening. She never came this fast … but—
“Oh God!” She would have thrown her arms around him if she had any control. Maybe being tied up added to the night’s naughty pleasure. Maybe it brought her there sooner. She’d never experienced sexual bondage with a garden hose before. It was arousing in the most basic way. This man, this snake, this stranger—he’d taken her in her own backyard. He’d wrapped her up so she couldn’t get away, and he’d brought her this wild, tremulous orgasm.
“Not so loud.” He cupped his hand across her mouth, and her heart jumped into her throat. “You want to attract the wolves?”
“Werewolves?” she would have asked if his palm hadn’t been pressed up against her mouth. Because, if a snake could give her such wild bliss, she wouldn’t mind inviting a few werewolves to join the fun.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” the snake man hissed. “And we’ve barely even begun…”
****
“This is a terrible idea.” Boh stood over Racine in shifted form, holding a sun umbrella over her head as she weeded the garden. “You have no reason to see that man. He has no reason to come here.”
A burst of anger rose up in Racine’s chest. Whipping her head around, she said, “I really don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for you to make such lofty pronouncements.”
He wore a momentary scowl, but his expression soon balanced out. “Why did you invite him?”
Racine didn’t want to say. She didn’t want to admit how stupid she’d been. She half expected Boh to just pick it out of her mind, like he’d been doing with her thoughts all week, but it seemed like when she really didn’t want him to know something, he couldn’t access it.
Lifting a handful of soil from the garden, she sifted it through her fingers. “I gave him a credit card drawn on my account.”
Boh’s snake eyes shot wide open. “He’s spending your money?”
She let her head hang low. “I know, I know…”
His fist tightened around the stem of the umbrella. “I can’t wait to get my hands on this guy.”
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you!” Racine tried to change the subject by pawing at his pants, but he pulled away.
“Oh no,” Boh said. “You know very well what’ll happen.”
After a week of carnal knowledge, she did indeed—though the first time it was a bit of a shocker. He’d made love to her in the grass, nearly crushing her with his muscle weight. His strange cock filled her like no other man’s had ever done. His silky skin opened her smoothly. The only roughness was in his growls as he plunged inside her swollen pussy.
This time when she had an orgasm, she wasn’t alone. He grunted on top of her, driving his pelvis against hers, arching up and away from her bare chest. She could barely catch her breath as he scrambled to loosen the garden hose. Panting wretchedly, she forced out the words, “Leave it for now. Just hold me.”
But something slithered across her belly, leaving her glistening skin to dry in the breeze. Where was her mystery date? Where had Boh gone?
By the time Racine had struggled out of the hose’s grip and loosened her blindfold, the fire had burned down to embers and Boh was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, she wondered if she’d really taken that pounding, or if it was all in her imagination. But she couldn’t have tied herself up in a garden hose. Boh had to be real.
Sure enough, he’d shown up the next night, too, when she ventured out in the night and lit another fire. That’s when he’d explained that an orgasm zapped so much energy that he couldn’t remain shifted. In order to regain human form, he had to hide and wait, build up his strength. Only then could he return to her, to ravage her body once more.
If he took her right now, he’d miss the opportunity to slug Lowell plain in the face. Racine wouldn’t mind watching the take-down, actually. Smart money was on Boh. Scrawny, pasty-faced Lowell would probably run away with his tail between his legs.
“Oh shit,” Racine said, covering her mouth when she heard a car pulling into the driveway. “I mean shoot. Sorry.”
Boh’s expression didn’t change as he gazed across the fence. “Is that him?”
“Must be.” Racine tried to stand, but her legs wobbled.
Boh grabbed hold of her arm and released the umbrella, leaving it on the back lawn as he escorted her to the front. “It’ll be fine. I’m here.”
“I know, but maybe you shouldn’t be.” Racine dug her heels in, but her rubber soles skidded along the grass. “It’s my business, you know? I can handle myself.”
“Obviously not, if you’ve been supporting a man who ought to be supporting his family.”
Ouch! That was a low blow, but he’d hit the nail on the head. When Boh opened the gate, she walked through it, like a death march toward the driveway. That was Lowell’s car, sure enough. And that was Lowell: debonair as always, dressed like a dream, smiling like a villain. She’d always loved that smile.
“Who’s this?” he asked, without even saying hello.
“Boh.” Boh held her steady when she felt like she would fall down.
Lowell let out a nervous laugh. That was something she’d never heard from him before. “What’s he, your lawyer?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Boh said. “Now I think you have something that belongs to the lady. She wants it back.”
Lowell sucked his teeth. “I know, I know. Jeeze, not even a ‘Hi there, how’s it going?’”
“Excuse me?” The strength returned to her muscles, so much so she nearly pounced. “You don’t even say hello, then you criticize me? Well, maybe I don’t care how it’s going, Lowell. Maybe I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.”
“Maybe I wasn’t planning on telling you any lies,” Lowell said.
Racine’s voice cracked as she said, “Well, maybe I don’t want to hear the truth, either.”
Nobody said anything, but Boh’s grip tightened around her arm. She wanted to fall against his big body, cry into his chest, but she held her ground, staring Lowell down as he grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Here.” He handed back her credit card. “I don’t know why I couldn’t just cut it up myself. Don’t know why I had to waste a perfectly good Saturday driving all the way out here.”
The insult cut Racine to her core. “Because I don’t trust you. That’s why. Goodbye, Lowell. Don’t ever call me again.”
She turned away and strutted to the front door. With Boh on her arm, she swung it open and sauntered inside without looking back. The moment it was closed and locked, Boh pinned her against it and kissed her hard. She nearly slid down to the floor when he backed away to say, “That was amazing.”
“Really? You’re proud of me?”
“Yes, but that isn’t the important part.” Boh licked her neck, making her moan. “Are you proud of you?”
“Yes,” she said, half in response, and half in bliss. “I feel free.”
“You are free.”
Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her up the stairs. Before he could toss her into bed, she said, “Wait! I’m covered in dirt.”
“I don’t care,” he growled.
“But I do.” She pointed tow
ard the bathroom with her toe. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Ahh!” Boh chuckled. “Now there’s an idea…”
He set her down on the tile and undressed her hastily, kissing every inch of skin as he bared it.
“I’m dirty,” she said.
Boh growled. “I know you are…”
“With dirt!” She giggled as his lips tickled her naked thighs. “Boh, do you think Lowell’s still out there? I didn’t hear his car—”
“Doesn’t matter.” He untied her canvas shoes so she could step out of them. “He doesn’t matter anymore—does he?”
Racine met Boh’s gaze and shook her head. “I don’t know why he ever mattered in the first place.”
That was a lie. There was a part of her that still found Lowell attractive. How did sleazy men always manage to draw nice girls into their webs? Enough of that. Never again. She had Boh now. At least, she hoped she did.
“Boh?” Racine asked as he kissed a path up her naked belly. “Will you stay with me?”
His lips fell away from her skin. “Stay with you?”
“Here,” she said. “In the house. You always scurry away, outside, after…”
He backed away from her curvaceous body, leaving her feeling self-conscious as he sat back on his heels.
“I’m an animal,” he said.
“But not always.”
“But sometimes. And at those times, I live outdoors, not in.” He raised an eyebrow. “If you didn’t drain me like you do, I could remain in human form.”
Racine rolled her eyes, finding the hidden humor in their situation. “I can keep you indoors as long as I keep my hands off you. Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”
“We could be together forever if you were part animal, too.”
“A pair of snakes, scurrying off into the woods?” Racine shivered. “No, thank you.”
“Part-time woods, part-time homestead.” Boh reached into the shower stall and turned on the water. “Shall we?”
“You’re still dressed.”
He stood up. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“Strip you.” She chuckled, tearing into the clothes she’d given him. A few weeks ago, she’d have been too bashful, but just knowing him had changed her. Already! She’d found confidence with him—something she never thought she’d recover after Lowell.
“It was another girlfriend?” Boh asked, out of the blue. “That’s how you found out?”
Racine backed away, stupefied. “How did you know?”
“I just saw it in your mind.”
In a daze, Racine let go of his belt and stepped into the shower alone. The warm cascade felt wonderful against her skin, but Boh’s hands felt even better. She didn’t turn around when he entered the enclosure, just moved forward to make room.
“She phoned me, out of the blue.” Racine let the water blind her as Boh’s sly cock slipped up and down her ass crack. “She said, ‘You don’t know me, but please don’t hang up.’ She introduced herself, but damned if I can remember her name. She was really calm, though, not mad at me or angry I existed.”
Boh’s big hands found the soap and traced it across her breasts, stimulating her nipples in a way only he could do. “Why should she be angry? You didn’t know he was carrying on with another woman any more than you knew he had a wife and kids.”
“I was angry.” Racine pressed her ass back against his body, letting her cheeks hug his hardening cock. “I was mad as hell, Boh. One call and I find out my man’s cheating on his wife with me, and cheating on me with this lady on the phone. My whole life fell apart, just like that. Of course I was mad.”
“Show me.” Cupping her breasts, he held her big body so firmly in position she knew she’d never fall. “Show me how mad that man got you.”
“No,” she said, gurgling as water filled her mouth. “It’s not your fault.”
“I’m not talking about fault, here. You just show me.” He pulled back just enough to launch his snakeskin erection into her swollen cunt. “Show my cock how mad she made you.”
“Mad,” Racine groaned as he buried his throbbing dick inside her. “So damn mad, Boh. Damn girl! Damn Lowell! Damn cheating no-good son of a bitch!”
“That’s right.” Boh pinched her tits as he fucked her, sending shocks of lightning to the apex of her thighs. “You don’t need him. You need me.”
“I do!” She grasped his hands as he squeezed her breasts, but he moved her fingers between her legs, forcing her to rub her swollen center. “Oh my goodness, Boh.”
“No more jerks,” he said. “No more cheaters. Just me. And you.”
He punctuated every word with an eager thrust, bottoming out hard enough that she screamed. Her fingers worked her clit in circles, like foreign entities turning her pain into wild pleasure. As he pummeled her from behind, she lost herself and said, “I’m always me, but what about when you’re not you?”
His cock slowed inside her, and he whispered, “What?”
The shower needled Racine’s face so sharply she almost wanted to cry. “Sometimes you’re here,” she said. “And sometimes you’re not. You said yourself an animal can’t live indoors. So how do I know you’re not running around at night with all those lady snakes?”
“You don’t,” Boh said, with a definite growl in his voice. His cock pulsed in her cunt as he said, “You can’t be with me every hour of every day. You can only trust me when I say I keep myself only for you.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” Her chest burned with anger as she pushed her ass back against Boh’s pelvis, so hard she just about knocked him down. “I heard it from my ex-husband back when I was young and naïve, heard it again from Lowell when I thought I was a mature, grown-ass woman, and now I’m hearing it from you.”
Boh hugged her hard, driving his swollen lust inside hers, filling her so completely she burst into tears—but that didn’t stop her bucking back against him, milking his cock, wanting more from him and wanting to give him more.
“Gimme one good reason why I should believe you,” she cried, feeling shower water mix with mucous and tears across her cheeks and chin.
“No.” He pushed forward, making her hot inside and out. “There’s nothing I can say. There’s nothing I can do.”
She rubbed her clit as her swollen wetness tempted him closer to orgasm. “You’re just like him. You’re just like all of them.”
“I’m not,” he said, his voice resonant and firm. “But it takes a long time to trust. You’ve only known me a week. I’d worry if you believed me already.”
Maybe she shouldn’t let on that he was winning her over.
“Harder.” She begged for more, unapologetically. “I’m so close.”
“Me, too.”
Racine’s pussy clamped on his cock when she realized what that meant: in moments, they’d come together and Boh would transform into his animal state. He’d leave for the night, take off to wherever it was he spent those long, dark hours, and she wouldn’t see him again until … when?
Sliding her hips forward, she let Boh’s cock slip from between her legs. She was right on the brink. A few feathered strokes would have taken her all the way, but that wouldn’t be fair. If he didn’t get to come, neither did she.
“What’s wrong?” Boh asked, tightening his arms around her waist.
“Nothing.” Leaning forward, she turned off the water. “I just don’t want you to go.”
He didn’t release her—not right away—and she stood panting in his arms, feeling his cock pulsing against her leg. He held her with one strong arm while his hand ventured down her belly, beyond her puff of pubic hair. His firm fingers found her clit, and he rubbed her, just gently, in broad, sweeping circles.
The shock to her pelvis sent lightning down her thighs. Her legs gave out, and she folded in half. They sank together to the wet tile. The orgasm he drew out of her was so rocking, so intense, that she didn’t make a sound. She could barely breathe as her body shook again
st his broad chest.
He’d given her what she’d denied him. That’s how generous he was.
After a long moment panting in his arms, Racine watched Boh open the shower stall and stride across the bathroom. She’d never felt so cherished as when he wrapped a towel around her shoulders and helped her dry off.
“I’m glad you’re still a man,” she said, stealing glances at the snakeskin cock dangling between his ebony thighs. She shivered. “Your thing still … I don’t know … every time I look at it…”
“Admit it.” He chuckled. “You’re afraid of my cock.”
“I’m not afraid of it.”
He helped her to her feet, though her legs felt like jelly, and escorted her to the bedroom. “You need a nap.”
“How did you know?” she asked, trying to muffle a yawn as she crawled under the covers. “But, Boh, I want to talk to you. How did you become this way—half snake, half man?”
“Half cock,” he said, with a gritty chuckle.
She shivered, then pulled the covers up around her shoulders. “I’m not scared of it, Boh, but it’s just so snakelike.”
He nodded like he knew some kind of secret. “When you find you’re not afraid to touch it, I’ll gladly tell you everything about me.”
But the animal side of him still sent a chill through her veins. As long as she could hold on to her fear, he could hold on to his secrets. If she could only give in to her base nature, they could be free together. In the depths of her soul, she knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but the human in her—the woman who’d been trained to long for the Garden of Eden—still feared she could never truly trust a snake.
Her hand hid under the covers. “What happens if I touch it?”
“You’ll never be the same again.”
Racine laughed. “That’s not a particularly specific answer, is it?”
Setting his hot lips against her ear, he said, “I wasn’t always like this. Until I gave myself over to the animal inside, I was a plain old human just like you.”
“Plain, yeah.” Racine let out a wry laugh. “And old, for sure.”
“When I met my initiator, I was scared, too. She was so wild, so free with her body.”
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