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"Come on Enro!"

My skull was pierced by a spear of light as the call roused me from my sleep. My eyes began to flutter open only to squeeze tightly again to shut out the bright lights before any more pain could be inflicted on me. I groaned in pain and wished I had had the foresight to close the blinds over the window before passing out...

"I told you this would happen," I could hear the grin in my mother's voice from the doorway to my bedroom. "Graduating is worth a celebration, but you do too much of it aaaaand..."

The air horn sent me tumbling out of my bed, the noise forcing my eyes wide open and my heart to almost leap out of my chest. I could feel the hangover headache lurking below the thin film of adrenaline that coursed through me, and I cursed my mother for making good on the threat she had made the day before.

"Enjoy yourself, enjoy your drinks, but if you're not responsible enough about it, I'll wake you up with an air horn."

Thankfully the sheets I was tangled in were keeping me modest as I tried to muster up the energy to start working my way out of them.

"Alright, alright," I groaned, feebly working one arm free and starting on the other. "'M up. I'm up..."

"Come on," She said, still chuckling to herself. "Get yourself cleaned up and sorted. Breakfast first, then greeting the new neighbour after!"

Why... why today of all days?

"Sure, let's welcome a new person to the neighbourhood and show them the haggard remains of my hungover son while we're at it..." I grumbled to myself, upping the pitch of my voice to try and match hers.

I finally freed myself from my bedsheets, and after a minute of coldsweaty panting at the exertion it took, I climbed to my feet to a chorus of pops and cracks from my joints. Bracing an arm against the walls all the way from my bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom, I shook my head, realizing only then that I had been dragging my sheets with me the entire distance as they were entangled in my antlers.

Today was going to be a long, painful day...

**

"How the hell do you know these new neighbours are coming today?" I asked, sitting on our front porch with my head held between my legs and a cold pack resting atop it.

"Language, Enro," Luckily my sunglasses hid me rolling my eyes at her chastisement. "Paula told me when to expect him."

Well there's one upside to being friends with a realtor; you can work your schedule around knowing when movers will be making noise and when new people will be showing up to say 'hi'. I'm sure my mother told me about this, but at the moment, I was directing every ounce of will I had to not throwing up on the nice stained porch.

"Oh here he comes!" For a lesbian, my mother certainly was getting giddy over the arrival of a male next door. But then, she was a generally bubbly person anyways, and the tray of cookies and cold juice she had at the ready just solidified that.

At least she was excited to meet new people.

A playful hoof to my thigh was enough of a hint to get me to start the process of standing up. There was severe lag between my brain and my limbs though. By the time I got to my feet, the moving truck had already rounded the cul-de-sac and had started to back into the driveway next door, and each piercing shrill of its backing alarm was like another nail being drilled into my skull.

Apparently noticing my suffering, my mother nudged me with her elbow.

"I've been through worse, you'll be fine." She said with a little laugh. "Once we introduce ourselves and you offer to help move his things inside, _then_you have my permission to die."

I could only groan, thankful that my shades hid the true pain lurking behind my eyes.

Distantly I could hear my mother greeting the moving team, sharing in pleasantries as she offered them treats and drinks and I did my best to smile and play along as if I wasn't on the brink of death. The morning sun was only rising higher and higher, and the heat was already starting to become more unbearable even as the chills of my hangover shivered through my body.

In reality, I was maybe standing beside my mom for about ten minutes talking with the movers, though it felt like an eternity.

As the greetings and initial conversation passed, the movers thanked us and went about starting to open up the back of the moving truck to start unloading, and just in time for that, an unassuming dark blue car pulled alongside the curb in front of our houses and came to a stop. I heard the door open, and my mother gave a quiet wolf-whistle, which was enough for me to gather myself enough to brave the blinding sun by tipping down my shades to give me a good look at our new neighbour.

My hangover instantly took a back seat as I drankin the sight of a species I had never encountered before in my life.

Sleek black scales covered the tall king cobra, catching the sunlight in a mesmerizing way as he stepped out of his car and looked up at his new home and the people milling about in his driveway. He took off his own pair of sunglasses after closing the car door, hooking them in the middle of a 'v' neck t-shirt that hugged his lithe frame. The closer he got, the weaker my knees became.

His exposed arms boasted gorgeous biceps; muscles that I instantly imagined wrapping around me. Behind him trailed animpressively longslendertail, swishing fluidly just above the ground as his long legs carried him closer to us. As he walked closer, I noticed how he would come to tower over me, in addition to how his neck, while appearing quite thick from a distance, was actually very slender. The extra width to it came from the trademark hood of his species, currently unflared as the serpent was clearly in a relaxed mood.

A different kind of adrenaline flushed through my body, further staving off the effects of my hangover.

"Enro," I felt a jab to my side. "Enro! Say hi to Mister Acamen!"

"O-oh! Sorry!" I snapped out of it, giving my head a slight shake which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea as it reignited my hangover aches. "Nice to meet you."

I held out a hand and the cobra took it. Long fingers wrapped around mine and gave a firm shake while the serpent smiled down at me. I felt like melting as my eyes met his amber gaze. His eyes were so brilliant that they almost seemed to glow in the sunlight.

"Pleasure to meet you both." He said, and my spine felt tingly. His accent was so unique, with the addition of slightly accentuated 's's, and his hand that was so warm to the touch. "Cccertainly a welcome I hadn't expected, and please, call me Marcus."

"Well it's not often we get new neighbours around here, Marcus." My mother said, giving me another nudge.

That was when I noticed I still held onto the cobra's hand.

I let go, blushing furiously which made me feel slightly dizzy. I scratched the back of my neck and tried to play it all off as nothing. Luckily my mother had given me an opening, though it would probably keep me from being able to retreat to my room to suffer in silence again.

"D-did you need a hand with getting stuff moved in?" I asked, thankful for the distraction.

"Well," The snake looked over at the two movers currently bringing boxes out of the truck and setting them onto the driveway. "The moverss can handle the larger items, but I'd cccertainly appreciate the help with the sssmaller boxess."

That accent...

"S-sure," I said, loathing having to do manual labour with a hangover, but hopeful that the work would distract me enough to forget the pain. "Did you want me to start with anything in particular?"

"Everything ssshould be labelled," The snake took one of the cookies from my mother's tray, nodding his thanks with an award winning smile. "If you could ssstart with the kitchen or living room? Jussst getting them inssside is good enough for now."

"Sure thing!" I said, happily removing myself from the awkwardness of our initial interaction.

The boxes piling up on the driveway were clearly marked, so, with a heavy sigh, I set to bringing them inside while the cobra and my mother got on with their introductions and welcomes.

Our houses were near mirror images of each other, at least when it came to the structural layout. It felt odd to be in a place so familiar yet so alien, but I comforted myself with the knowledge that the moment I needed it, I could find the bathroom. Though, it certainly wouldn't be a great first impression for a strapping reptile like Marcus Acamen to come into his brand new home to see an eighteen year old deer praying to his porcelain throne...

It was my third trip into the kitchen when I felt my head start to swim a bit more than it had been before. I didn't doubt for a second that my hangover had just been lurking under the surface; subdued by the pressure of appearing presentable to the new neighbour to keep from embarrassing my mom, and now, with little to distract me, it was making itself known once again in all its queasy glory.

The countertops were fine black granite, and I had to take a moment to lean down and awkwardly rest my head against the corner of the cool surface to avoid scraping it with my antlers. It was a momentary respite, but it was just enough to settle my insides long enough for me to collect enough willpower to go grab another box. I could make the attempt to return home, maybe claim that I didn't want to get in the movers way as they were starting to move the larger furniture inside...

"Late night I'm guesssing?" Mister Acamen's voice made me snap upright, much to my brain's dismay. The sudden movement brought on a bit of a dizzy spell, but before I could so much as stagger, I felt the snake's hand bracing against my back.

"S-sorry Mister Acamen..." I stuttered, my face flushed once more.

"Not to worry," His rich voice had an edge of humour to it, likely being reminded of his first hangover. "I've had to drag myssself out of bed to work through a hangover before. Skipped breakfast, showersss, put my shirt on inssside-out and skipped underwear entirely... I'm quite familiar."

I looked down at myself, cringing as I noticed that my t-shirt was indeed, inside-out, but, how did he know I wasn't wearing...

"Might want to invessst in a belt when you do manual labour." He chuckled richly.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, stepping back and pulling my shorts up. They had been resting dangerously low on my hips, being shuffled lower and lower as I had been walking and carrying boxes inside and I had never even noticed. Mister Acamen must have seen me bent over the counter, my shorts low enough to expose just enough of myself to make it clear I wasn't wearing anything underneath!

"I'm so sorry! Oh god..." I was mortified.

"Go home," The cobra laughed. "Your help isss appreciated, but I wouldn't want you getting sssick. Well, more sssick."

I nodded, holding my shorts up awkwardly as I started to hurriedly walk past the serpent. To my shock, he planted a firm swat on my backside as I passed, but I didn't pause to give it any more attention.

What's the word for feeling sick and embarrassed and aroused all at the same time?

**

Three weeks had passed since that roller coaster of a day.

I hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since then, and I had spent plenty of time ogling our new neighbour from the safety of my house.

He appeared to be a reptile of habit; I saw him heading out for morning runs at the same time every day, returning at the same time to cool himself down with stretches and yoga in his backyard. Those were moments I cherished. Seeing him twist and bend and contort... man he was beautiful...

Periodically, he would put on a barbecue meal and everyone in our cul-de-sac would gather to enjoy both amazing food and his jovial personality in a small potluck. He swiftly embedded himself in the community, and even came over to simply share a glass of wine with my mother and chat about the going's on in the world. Every time I got the chance to be near him, to see him, to hear that wonderful accent of his, I jumped.

He was wonderful dream fuel.

He also spent quite a bit of time in his backyard. Already he was planning to build a small gazebo, in addition to adding space for a rather large garden, meaning he was out there quite often in the warm sun.

Some hopeful part of my mind imagined that he was doing all of that outside work for my benefit. There were four houses on our little cul-de-sac, and ours were the two that backed onto the forest behind our small neighbourhood. Being on an angle, you could sunbathe nude in your backyard and not have to worry about the neighbours to one side seeing anything.

I was lucky that my bedroom was on the second floor, right on the corner of the house with a perfect view into his backyard. As creepy as it was, I did enjoy watching him, and often stopped anything else I was doing if I heard him out and about.

That butt pat he had given me when he sent me home never left my thoughts either, but I had to tell myself that it was just an innocent gesture for fear of losing myself too far into this little fantasy of mine. Was there a bit of a grope to it? Given the state of me and how much time had passed, I was likely just embellishing...

Thinking about being groped by those strong scaled hands was a quick way to get me worked up, though.

Most days I could ease that tension with porn and a towel, or with my backside propped up against the wall above my head to ensure I wouldn't mess up my fur or leave behind any evidence. My mother would work late into the evening most days, so I was free to relieve myself at virtually any time I found it necessary. Today though, I had a more devious plan in mind to help fuel my dreams and fantasies of the serpent next door.

Marcusdidn't work weekends it seemed, and spent quite a bit of time in his backyard ensuring the garden he had set up was well maintained. Nine times out of ten he would be out in just a pair of shorts, and while he wasn't a sculpted Adonis, his lithe body had more than enough definition to get my blood running hot when I caught glimpses of it. Today, I was going to get a closer look in a way that made me feel more perverted than I ever had in the past.

Along the wooden fence that separated our backyards, nearer to the back where his garden lay, was a knothole. Big enough for me to see through, but small enough that neither my mother nor our former neighbours ever cared to fill it in or cover it up. That would be my new vantage point, and I felt a perverse sort of thrill as I knelt down by itwith a thudding heart and a throbbing erection hidden in my gym shorts.

Thankfully my mother was away for the weekend, otherwise I'd never have the balls to try and pull this off.

My ears perked up to the sound of a patio door sliding open, and I pressed myself close to the fence in eager anticipation.

Marcussported a pair of shorts that clearly had once been sweatpants, cut as they were with frayed edges around knee length. That would have broken my heart given how much I enjoyed seeing a guy in sweatpants, but the important bits remainedtantalizingly hinted at by the snug fabric at least.

I had an overwhelming urge to just slide my hands over his smooth scaled stomach, tracing the faint lines of his abdominals and pecs before wandering below the waistline of his shorts. I allowed myself a slight groan before he got too close to the fence and within earshot, groping myself through my own shorts as he dropped two bags of soil and several smaller packets of what I assumed were seeds.

"Dump your seed in me you gorgeous bastard..." I thought to myself, feeling no shame at the atrocious dirty talk. Were I not drunk on arousal I'd have felt the need to punish myself for it.

The cobras glorious biceps flexed as he tore open one of the bags of soil with his hands and started dumping it into a small zone of his lawn that he had boxed off with planks of wood. Idly I recalled mom talking about his plan to grow vegetables, but I had only been half paying attention. That tended to happen when our neighbour was brought up; I'd immediately drift into dreamland.

Long minutes passed with my eye pressed up against the knothole, watching him sift through the soil, spreading it through the interior of the box. The sun glinted dully from his black scales, highlighting him in a wonderful way that accentuated every curve of his arms and torso along with the sharp angles of his snout. His neck seemed thicker than it did when I had last seen him, and honestly, I wished he would flare out his hood fully.

His feral cousins used the tactic as a warning, and I couldn't help but imagine what he'd look like with his on fully display. It was a wonderfully aggressive sight from what I had seen online, and never failed to get me going.

I'll admit I went on a bit of a snake porn spree after our initial introductions...

My left hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, gripping my shaft and giving it a few loving strokes as I watched Marcuswork. Who knew gardening could be so damn arousing?

Eventually, the cobra shifted his position, rotating to the side closest to the fence to start sorting out the areas of soil he couldn't reach from his initial position. I bit my lip as I drank in his snugly clad backside, almost becoming mesmerized by the two tensing globes even as they fell in and out of sight under his gently swishing tail. That appendage looked large enough to coil around me several times over, and another chill ranthrough me in spite of the heat of the afternoon.

I moaned.

The cobra's tail stopped swaying and his hands paused.

His head turned to the side and I fell back from the fence as quickly as I could.

For a split second my green eye had locked with his amber ones. Or perhaps my panicking mind had just imagined it?

My heart was racing.

Had the snake seen me? The gap in the wood wasn't so large... but all it may have taken was the glimpse of some shadow passing behind it...

There were no curses or threats coming from the other side of the fence, just the noise of the wind in the trees and birds in the distance, so my courage was quick to return. My heart, on the other hand, still wasn't too thrilled with my carelessness.

I crawled back up to the empty knothole, my erection hardly diminished in spite of the near miss, and...

My breath caught in my throat.

The next door neighbour was standing facing the fence directly, his arms crossed over his chest.

He _had_seen me...

"Enjoying the view, Enro?" His voice carried easily past the fence, but I couldn't tell if he was angry or mortified or... anything really.

He knew I was there. Or... perhaps he was bluffing? Maybe he hadn't seen nor heard me, but just wanted to try and call me out so that I'd stupidly reveal myself? Would it be better if I stayed quiet? Come clean and admit I was watching? Lie and say I was just out in my backyard moaning behind our shared fence in a tented pair of shorts for completely unrelated reasons?

"Ssstill a little ssshy, hmm?"

I bleatedand scrambled backwards on my hands and hooves.

The black king cobra was resting his arms along the top of the fence, tall enough that his shoulders and head were visible over the edge. His hood was slightly flared, and with the sun at the angle it was behind him, most of his face was shrouded. The fact that his scales were pitch black just made me think I was staring into a void with two amber eyes piercing back into my soul.

"S-sorry Mister Acamen..." I blushed profusely, my cheeks burning.

"I keep telling you to call me Marcus," He chuckled, his voice still betraying no anger or surprise. "Were you looking for some gardening tipss?"

"I-I was just... just..." My mind was a jumbled mess struggling to think of an excuse I could give that wouldn't sour the relationship between our two houses. Fuck... the last thing I wanted was to have my mother confront me and ask why I was spying on our neighbour...

"Or iss there another tip you're looking for?"

Holy shit... Did he just?

"I..." I must have looked like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing as words and excuses rose from my throat only to die on my tongue. Even if I had been able to think of something, anything, I wouldn't have been able to voice it anyways.

The knothole my eye had been pressed against not five minutes before was once again occupied, but this time, by a light grey mass with a suspicious darker grey splotch on the end of it. It took me several long moments to piece together the scene before me; the head and shoulders of my tall dark neighbour, a barely noticeable grin on his ebony snout, with his arms resting atop the fence. That would put the knothole at just the right height for...

Oh...

"Going to accept the invitation?" His silken voice tickled my twitching ears. "Or should I finish up over here so you can recover?"

"W-wait!" The risk of losing the opening I had gained, however awkwardly, snapped my brain back into the present. "I'm... I'm sorry..."

I started to climb to my feet, a blush burning on my face.

"You're just, well... sort of hot."

"Only sort of?" He chuckled, completely nonplussed. "Want to sssee more to improve that, then?"

"I... I guess so, yeah." I stuttered through a chuckle, utterly flabbergasted that things were going so well. "If... if you think that's alright?"

"Come over here then." The cobra said, causing my heart to leap into my throat in time with my dick jumping in my shorts.

I took a step towards the fence, but my neighbour swiftly spoke again in a tone that made me freeze.

"No no," His voice turned low, commanding. "Crawl."

It took me a moment to process the sudden change.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, a chill running up my spine.

"Crawl over here." He repeated, tilting his head slightly to the side, seeming to appraise me. His familiar friendly smile looked more like a dark smirk now, and his amber eyes glinted mischievously in the sunlight. "Show me jussst how much you want this."

My gaze flitted from his piercing eyes to his slender fingers as they tapped patiently on his forearm, then down further to the knothole and the now completely dark grey fabric plugging it. Was his neighbour seriously expecting him to crawl over to him? Is this what 'sexy' was in the middle-aged adult world?

"Fuck it." I thought as my knees hit the lush grass.

I wanted this.

He clearly wasn't averse to it.

If all it took to finally taste that forbidden fruit standing on the other side of an inch-thick fence was crawling towards it on my hands and knees; so be it.

I looked up at Mister Acamen as my fingers found purchase on the ground, gripping the thick grass in a mixture of nervousness and intense arousal. His gaze never faltered, even as mine did to make sure I was still moving in a straight line to that knot hole, and his expression was utterly unreadable.

Experience, maybe. Perhaps he knew that the less his partner knew, the less a submissive partner knew, the more thrilling it would be. My torment as I neared the fence would fuel his enjoyment of the whole situation, and even knowing that, I couldn't bring myself to break the pace I had set up to reach that dark grey goal, framed as it was by light brown maple wood planks.

My nose pressed against the damp fabric, only faintly able to pick up the cobra's scent over the smell of the wood surrounding it, and the overwhelming smells of the outdoors around us. He was a drop in an ocean but I was so honed in on it that I tried my damnedest to press myself even deeper into his crotch. The knothole wasn't so big that I could fit my muzzle into, or even most of my nose, but damnit my body was on autopilot to the point where I was pressing forward so hard I began to feel the pain of the edges of the knothole digging into the flesh of my muzzle.

"Easy boy," I heard from above. "'Least I know you're into it..."

The damp cloth I was desperately pressing my nose against seemed to get wetter, but just as I was about to start lapping it up with my tongue, it pulled away. I couldn't stifle my whimper...

"Get over the fence," The cobra said, disappearing behind the partition. "Now."

My antlers clunked against the fence as my lower half rose faster than my upper.

I quickly found myself leveraging my body over the fence, tipping unceremoniously feet-over-head into Mister Acamen's backyard. Landing with a thump and a heavy groan of not-quite pain, I imagined it was probably the least 'sexy' thing he had ever seen, but contented myself with the idea that he likely had never seen an eighteen year old flipping over a tall fence just for the chance to suck his dick before.

I may have set the bar low, but I still set it.

When I regained my equilibrium, I was treated to the sight of the slender, imposing cobra standing mere feet away from me; arms crossed over his bare black chest, a smirk on his handsomely angular features, and an impressive outline tenting out the right leg of his sweatshorts. His smirk alone could have rendered me a stupefied mute. It conveyed every ounce of confidence needed to assure me that he knew what he was going to do, and that he knew that I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Giving my head a shake, I climbed onto all fours once again and started to make my way over to him. He just stood there impassively, letting me press my muzzle into the fabric encircling his intimate regions and draw deep breaths of his utterly unique scent.

There was a hint of acrid tang that stung my nose; likely a result of both his speciesand having been working in the yard for some time. I couldn't tell if he had showered earlier, but even if he hadn't, there was a healthy dose of sandalwood that made my spine tingle and my eyes roll back in their sockets.

Fuck he smelled good.

He let me go on like that for a few moments, snuffling and sniffing, getting drunk on his scent as I buried my muzzle into his clothed package. I was so totally lost in his crotch that when he grabbed one of my antlers and pulled me a few inches away from him, I couldn't help but whimper aloud.

"Ssstarting to think I could have just taken you when you were bent over my kitchen counter," The serpent chuckled before hooking his thumb into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down.

My eyes widened as his cock came into full view.

It was everything that I had imagined and more, making my mouth water and thoughts of doubt worm into the back of my mind.

His shaft was the same obsidian as the rest of his body, and it looked to be damn near as thick as my wrist. The barest hint of his glistening head peeked out from under the folds of his foreskin while a long thin strand of precum swung from it. His balls were massive, easily able to fill both my hands were I brave enough to reach out to hold them, but the grip on my antler was too firm for me to eventry.

Marcus's free hand slipped around the base of his shaft, hefting it up before smacking it firmly against the side of my muzzle. I turned and pressed against it as much as his iron grip would allow me, lust-drunk on his now overpowering aroma. My tongue darted out, lapping at every inch of ebony flesh that I could reach, and my eyes closed as if to help my mind focus solely on his taste.

"Good boy." His voice tickled my twitching ears as he finally released my antler, letting me bury my muzzle fully beneath his shaft into his sack.

The heat radiating from his body was making me shiver, and the underside of his shaft made my snout damp with sweat. I completely lost track of the sensation of grass beneath my legs, of the sun beating down on us from the clear blue sky above, and of any of the sounds of nature surrounding us. My entire world became his smell, his taste, and the delicious texture of his sack as I lathered it in saliva with my tongue.

I was just able to slip one of his large balls into my mouth, gently rolling it around in what little space was available, tugging it slightly to earn a groan of approval from above. After a minute, I let it pop free from my dripping lips before switching over to the other testicle, happy to feel the cobra's fingers rub gently between my ears in appreciation.

Marcuslet me go at my own pace, simply enjoying the detailed attention I was giving to his jewels, but I was getting impatient. I slipped myself back out from under his heavy shaft, slightly breathless, before backingup just enough to stare down the barrel of his uncut cock.

I felt like I had stars in my eyes as the cobra pulled back the hood from around his dripping head, and I instantly fell forward. My tongue found its way beneath his foreskin as if it had a desperate mind of its own, and my lips closed around his head moments later. Only two or three inches passed into my muzzle and I was already stretching my jaw to its limits to accommodate his girth, but I wanted to keep going.

The serpent didn't stop me. He didn't guide me or force me; he seemed content to just run his fingers through my hair while I did my best to work more and more of his shaft into my muzzle. The acrid tang of his precum mixing with my saliva coated every inch of his veiny cock that I could manage and no matter how often I swallowed, it never seemed to be enough. Before long, the gooey mixture was dripping from my lips, oozing out around his shaft as there was nowhere else for it to go.

My eyes watered to the point that I could no longer make out his crotch as it got closer and closer, and more than once I had to stop and back off several inches just to suck in air through my nose. My jaw screamed at me for a break, and when I reached up with a shaking hand to discover that I had only hit just beyond halfway down Marcus's shaft, I had to relent.

Fresh air rushed into my lungs as I pulled off of his cock entirely, oblivious to the large globs of saliva and pre that splattered down onto my chest. I coughed up more onto the grass, doubling over only to be shoved backwards onto my ass.

The older male had dropped to his knees, his hood partially flared and his eyes glinting almost manically as he drove himself forward between my legs. One hand landed on the grass beside my chest while the other wrapped around behind my head and pulled me forcefully into a kiss, something I hadn't been expecting.

His serpentine tongue coiled dexterously around my own, overpowering itwith skill and a flexibility that no other species could contend with. It felt desperate, feral even, as he held our muzzles together, and so intense was it that I barely even noticed how much his cock had been dripping into my lap. The silken fabric of my shorts was soaked through in moments, and I only became aware of it after the cobra pulled away from the intense kiss leaving me dazed and gasping once again for air.

"Won't be needing these." He said, my ears only picking up bits and pieces before his intentions became clear.

My damp shorts slipped down my hips, his hands guiding my splayed legs together as he removed the fabric and tossed them aside. He then grabbed mefrom behind my knees and lifted my backside off of the ground, exposing me completely.

"I-I thought it'd..." I started, realizing what the cobra had in mind. "That you'd just want a blowjob?"

He spread my legs apart, two pools of amber surrounded by shadow locked with my gaze making me shiver.

"You did sssuch a good job," He said as he lowered his snout to just below my own sack, his tongue snaking out to wrap around my balls with a devious grin. "Time for me to repay you for it."

His tongue darted out again, flicking against my sack before slipping down over my taint until he found my tailhole. He breached my ring after only a few passes, and while his tongue wasn't thick, it displayed the same flexibility that had driven me wild during our kiss.

I squirmed in the grass as he worked me over, his tongue hitting every button I had and finding more that I was utterly unaware even existed. He shifted once, pushing my legs up higher and folding my body so my cock was now hanging above my face, allowing him a better angle to continue eating me out. Strands of precum swung dangerously from the end of my cock, detaching every so often to land among the grass or in thin streaks across my own face.

I didn't care in the least.

My body went limp under his skilled ministrations, and I didn't even register at first when he withdrew his tongue and started lowering my ass towards his cock.

I snapped to attention when I felt the tip of his wet shaft smear between my cheeks, lifting my head enough to catch his dangerous grin.

"I-I can't take that!" I gasped out just as his head slipped inside me.

He settled my legs onto his hips, leaning forward with his hands on either side of my head, still with a grin on his snout and a glint in his eye.

"We'll take it ssslow," He lowered his muzzle, his forked tongue slipping over my muzzle to taste the deposits of my precum that had landed there. "I don't intend to break you, Enro. Trussst me."

Ever stereotype of cobras and snakes having the power to hypnotize people rushed through my mind an instant before my coherent thoughts scattered. Marcus was ever so gently gyrating his hips, working himself into me centimetre by centimetre. He was clearly in no rush, and my aching ass thanked him for it even as he spread me beyond what I had ever experienced before.

His muzzle connected with mine again. The expert play of his slim tongue distracting me just enough for him to grind himself another few inches deeper. I groaned, my legs squeezing tightly around his hips and my arms sliding up to wrap snugly around his neck. He was almost growling into our kiss as he dropped slowly from his hands to his forearms, pressing his sensuously smooth scaled body against the plush fur of my own.

Again, I whimpered when he broke the kiss to give all of his focus to stuffing every last inch of his cock under my tail.

I cursed silently but constantly.

His cock flexed inside me and continued pushing deeper, relenting only momentarily with short withdrawals. It teased my body with a drop in pressure only for it to be redoubled as he resumed his slow thrusts forward.

"Oh... god..." I grunted through gritted teeth, barely able to take comfort in the brief kiss of his large sack swinging against my taint.

"No need for that," The snake hissed into my flicking ear. "Just 'sir' will do if you mussst."

He started properly withdrawing at that point, retreating nearly to the tip over the course of agonizingly long seconds, before pressing forward to the point he had reached before. My ring instinctively clenched as he retreated again, trying desperately to keep the massive intruder out, but each time he pulled back to just the tapered tip and my body felt secure, he drove back in at the same relentlessly slow pace of his initial penetration.

I groaned and clenched clumps of grass in my fingers as my body was subjected to his patient onslaught. The cobra's hips never sped up. Each thrust forward was as intense as the first as my body never got the chance to grow accustomed to hislarge cock. It drove the breath from me each time, scattering my thoughts and killing any attempt I could make at speaking. I wished he would give me a minute, a few seconds at least, to just enjoy his throbbing member lodging as deep inside me as he could go, but he was unconcerned.

The moment I had gathered enough energy to ask, he clamped one sensuously smooth hand around my throat and squeezed.

"Your moaning is good enough," He said, his eyes devouring me. "Don't ssspoil this with words."

Some part of him must have known that I needed a moment though, because he held his hips blissfully still after that, and I felt myself finally able to recover and relax. I went nearly limp under him, my legs squeezing around his waist weakly as I tried to pull the rest of his dick under my tail on instinct alone.

This was what I loved most. Just the sense of being so full, of feeling another guy throbbing and twitching inside of me as his body dominates my own simply by keeping me pinned in place.

My reverie was cut short just as I had reached a steady pace of breathing. The king cobra ground his hips forward again, driving a startled bleat from my partially constricted throat. He had never bottomed out in me up to that point, but now he had forced the last few inches of his thick cock into me, lifting my lower half entirely off the ground.

His pelvis was flush against my ass, the heat radiating from his black scaled body sending shivers up my spine while his heavy sac draped down over my ass.

My breaths became rapid and shallow as I struggled toadjust to the shock of the sudden move, but just as I was starting to collect myself again, Marcusresumed his agonizingly slow thrusting. Each drive forward lifted my lower half back off the ground, and I realized that he was barely even pulling out that far. He was slow and methodical, leaving my body ample time to register each and every push and pull, every twitch and throb, on top of the increasing pressure in my bowels.

He produced a lot, and so little of it was escaping out around his shaft, I was feeling stuffed beyond capacity.

Lifting my head from the ground took monumental effort, but once I was able to focus my eyes downwards between my legs, it made the strain worth it.

The cobra's flat stomach flexed beautifully as he ground back and forth, framed perfectly by my quivering legs and my utterly neglected cock. My sack bounced slightlywith each thrust, and a fresh glob of precum oozed onto my stomach. I was honestly surprised that I couldn't see Mister Acamen's shaft distending my smaller frame, but that didn't diminish the sensation that it was happening.

I tore my eyes away from the sight, taking in every detail, every twitch and flex of the cobra's muscles from his stomach up to his chest. Above those slim pectorals, I had to stifle a shudder of fear.

Mister Acamen's eyes were closed, his hood was mostlyflared, and his lips were pulled back in an almost feral snarl. With the sun behind him, the snake looked more like a physical shadow, and above the surrounding sounds of nature and the wet sounds of his thick cock slipping back and forth between my legs, I could make out a deepmenacing hiss.

Whichever part of my brain responsible for processing threats kicked into full gear almost immediately, and I started struggling to pull away. The larger male's amber eyes flashed open in that same moment, and he bore down on me with his full weight. The hand around my throat tightened, while the cobra's free arm wrapped around behind me, gripping my hip before leveraging me upwards as he sat back. I found myself tightly pinned against his body, resting snugly in his damp lap while the sound of both our hearts hammered in my ears.

The serpent's tight grip was oddly calming, and I found myself feeling content and safe, even with the dangerous low hiss still issuing from his throat.

We sat there motionless beyond our shuddering breaths, the hand he was choking me with shifted around to the back of my neck, losing none of its firmness but finally letting me get a proper breath in after so long of struggling. Marcuswas breathing heavily, his hood still flared, anditfelt like he was desperately fighting the urge to move his hips in any way.

It was impossible for me to stop clenching down on his ebony cockthough,and each time I did he let out a fresh hiss and his grip around me tightened.

"Wh-why'd..." My lungs still felt restricted, in large part due to the fact that I was pretty sure the cobra's dick was pushing them both up against my ribs to make room. "Why'd you stop?"

"Never edged before?" Mister Acamen took several long moments before responding as he collected himself. His muzzle brushed past my ear, his long forked tongue flicking out and tickling the plush fur thereand making me squirm. "Stand up."

"What?" I pulled my head back enough to look up at his brilliant eyes, but the moment our gazes met, I averted mine with a blush. His grip on me went slack, but he didn't let go of the back of my neck as he leaned back further.

My hooves touched the thick grass, and I attempted to put my weight onto them to stand only to find pins and needles shooting up my legs. I gasped and winced, but after a few moments, felt steady enough to start lifting myself out of the serpent'slap.

It hurt.

Not physically, mind. I had grown so accustomed to being impaled on ten thick inches of serpent cock, that it's slowly growing absence left me feeling incomplete. I shivered once again, losing the heat of his body as I continued to rise, but I didn't dare disobey him.

There was a lewd wet sound when his cock finally slipped free from my ass, and I immediately stumbled against the fence beside us to brace myself against. I took a moment to marvel at the reclining cobra, and the pillar of cock that I had just been impaled upon standing rigidly between his strong legs. I let my head hang down between my arms, my chest heaving with my breaths for a few moments until I felt two hands grip my waist.

"Care to take thisss inssside?" Marcus's snout slid down next to my ear, his hands pulling me back against his larger body. "Haven't even reached the bessst part yet."

I became acutely aware of his massive cock slipping up between my soaked cheeks, pinning my tail against my lower back while his low hanging balls bumped against my thighs. I trembled, unsure if I could handle him inside of me again even with my reluctance to leave his lap fresh in my mind.

I was convinced to accept the invitation the moment Marcus buried his muzzle into my neck, licking through my fur and nibbling gently at my flesh. His hips never stopped grinding against me, and I wasn't shocked to realize that I had been pushing back against him firmly. I had to bite my lower lip to stifle another pathetic whimper, but at the same time I pulled my body away from his and started walking to the sliding glass door to his house.

His eyes were boring into me. I could _feel_them roaming over my body as I slid open the door to his house and stepped inside. Marcus was inches behind me. A jolt of energy shot up my spine when I heard the patio door slide shut, and I knew I was in for it. I was sealed in with my neighbour now, and I had no doubt that he was going to leave me a shuddering mess.

"Upssstairs," He almost didn't sound like the neighbour I had come to know over the previous weeks anymore. "Firssst door on the right."

Though it was his home, I was left to lead the way, and I imagined with a weak chuckle that it was to ensure he could watch my ass the entire way. It made me feel strangely good; knowing that this amazing specimen was lusting after me.

I ascended the stairs quickly, oblivious to the decor of his house, Marcus close on my heels. His breaths tickled at the damp fur between my legs, and it put an extra spring into my step as I reached the landing and turned into his bedroom.

His body collided with mine and forced me forwards to the bed, not stopping until my thighs were pinned to the side of the frame and my upper half was bent over onto the mattress. Compared to the yard, it was like being shoved against a cloud, and I took a moment to lavish in the comfort.

Of course it didn't last long.

The moment I felt relaxed, Marcus's strong hands clamped down on my hips once more, his body backing off just enough so he could lift me fully onto his bed. He climbed on top of me, wedging his massive cock between my cheeks once more and grinding firmly against me. I grunted with the rough motions, feeling fresh rivulets of precum rolling down my sides before he pulled back far enough to line his cock up with my still aching tailhole.

The ebony cobra took a hold of my hip with one hand, and an antler with the other, using his knees to pry my legs apart to give him better access. His patience had clearly run out, and I whimpered at the rough treatment, but when he began pressing himself back inside me, my whimper became a mewling cry of discomfort.

My entire body tensed as he breached my ring again, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly and twisting as if to rip the fabric apart. The hand gripping my antler released, and the serpent's body pressed down against my back, his arm wrapping fully around my neck as he hoisted me up onto all fours. That alone forced several more inches inside, the throbbing pain overtaking me at the same time that his bicep tensed and squeezed down on my throat.

The headlock left my upper half suspended above the bed, my hands gripping his forearm in a fight or flight reaction to the sudden constriction. I could still breathe, but barely, _just_enough that I was struggling with the decision of trying to pull his arm away, or leave it entirely up to him.

My ass throbbed as he bottomed out in a fraction of the time it had taken before, my throat unable to open enough to bleat out as he set himself a brutal but steady pace.

I could feel his precum dripping down my thighs and sloshing around inside of me as the seconds turned to minutes. The pain had evaporated for the most part, but I still felt overwhelmed, overstuffed, desperately wanting to pull myself off of his cock to give my body a chance to recover. Marcus was having none of it though; the caring gentle lover he had been before had disappeared utterly, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake.

Air rushed into my lungs just as I was starting to see stars when the king cobra relaxed his arm and let me slump forward into the bed. His hips paused momentarily, and I wondered if he was going to let me rest, but any hopes of that were dashed as he withdrew from my ass entirely and rolled me over onto my back.

I was like a rag doll at that point, unable to put up even token resistance against him, and once he was firmly set between my legs again as we had been outside, he buried himself under my tail once more. He was utterly absent now, I saw. Fear shot through me as I looked up at Marcus's snarling muzzle, his fully flared hood, his partially open maw, and the deadly fangs unfolding from within.

He was working himself into a frenzy as his climax approached, and it was all I could do to simply wrap my legs around his waist again and squeeze. He was hissing again, louder than before, and when he leaned down to thrust those last few times into me before he exploded, I felt my own orgasm overtake me.

His deep, feral hissing was all I could hear, even over my own thumping heartbeat.

His sharp fangs were all I could see, hovering mere inches from my throat.

His cock, spasming under my tail as wave after wave of pent up cum was pumped into me, was all I could feel.

Marcus ground his hips back and forth, the pressure inside me lessening by a fraction as each movement let some of his seed squirt back out from around his cock. His strong arms slipped under my armpits, one hand sliding down to the small of my back while the other returned to its place on the back of my neck.

I felt his body lower slowly, smearing my load between us while his hissing lowered in intensity, my legs still tightly wrapped around his midriff as we both came down from intense highs. I didn't want to move, even if I didn't have a massive king cobra pinning me down.

Long minutes passed in a silence only disturbed by our shared breathing, and all of the pain and discomfort I had felt at first was utterly purged from my memory. A groan escaped me as Marcus gripped me tightly and rolled us over onto his back, relieving the pressure of his weight bearing down on my chest, and putting me comfortably on top.

"You," He eventually said. "Are going to be a _lot_of fun."

I found myself chuckling at that, and adjusted my head as it rested on his chest so I could look up at the older serpent.

"Th-thanks..." Was all I could manage to say, but a stupid grin formed on my muzzle when I saw his gift of a tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, like an exhausted canine.

"When'sss your mother home?" He asked, lifting his head enough to look down at me while the hand that was resting on my lower back moved down to squeeze one of my cheeks.

"Late," I replied, still grinning like a drunken idiot. "Planning another round?"

"That'sss for me to know, and you to find out," He said with a wink. "Fairly cccertain you'll be lifting your tail anytime I asssk from now--"

I interrupted the cobra by sitting up in his lap, adrenaline shooting through me as I finally registered exactly what had just happened between us. I ground my ass down on his semi-hard cock, still buried inside me, and that stimulation of his sensitive shaft drew out another long hiss.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, sir." I said with an excited grin.