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Jazz the Jackrabbit 2 x Monster Musume: Snakebite

Copyright: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

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(Jazz is a stand-in for the presumably male reader. Priia is a stand-in for Priya Rai.

Please don't crucify me for lacking references to Monster Musume. My only exposure to it and interest in it is a hentai sketch of Miia giving an absolutely out-of-this-world... service.)

The bar was mahogany stained dark, etched with burns and little hand-carved designs. It had withstood years of use and indeed years of abused, during the brief period of time when it had changed ownership. Shortly after that, the prodigal son had returned, reclaimed his seat at the throne and in no time at all, it was what it was meant to be.

An institution. A safe haven for the wealthy and well-off to relax, and mingle, and do as they would, far from the prying eyes of the public or the unblinking lenses of the paparazzi. A club, a bar, a lounge, their own little slice of heaven.

His own little slice of income.

"Little" scarcely described him, though. His lapine heritage aside, he was six feet tall with the sort of build that only came from years of exercise. His shoulders were broad and when he dressed like that, in a fine silk button down and an undone bowtie, it emphasized his lean tapered torso, his narrow waist, and his fine pinstriped pants and his little friend waiting there.

"Little."

He raised a short thick glass filled with whiskey almost as dark as the bar itself. Raised it, clinked it against his partner's champagne flute, then sat back to enjoy himself. His bar, his whiskey, his date, and--eloquently--hot fucking damn.

Her complexion was dark, not quite as dark as the bar, but a fine even bronze that was absolutely exotic among man and fur alike. Her features were vaguely angular, but soft, welcoming, inviting. And her body was unparalleled... slim, toned, and yet remarkably curvy. Her tits had to be Ds at least, which were almost too big on a frame so tiny, and he could see plenty of them in that scintillating dress she wore. Her hips were wide, too, before they tapered off into a slender yet powerful tail at least twenty feet in length. That was where skin gave way to scale. That was where that potent, almost intoxicating scent that defined her, emanated from.

"Hot fucking damn, Priia," he said. Once upon a time, he'd have caught himself--stopped himself. Now he knew better. When in doubt, double down; that'll show 'em confidence. "Sometimes, it's hard to believe where life will take you... two years ago, I was on the battlefield; now I'm here, back at home, in my own bar. I'm so lucky to be here... especially with a stunning, beautiful vixen." He reached across the table to take hold of her fingers, so delicate and fine in his hand.

"And by vixen, I mean a lamia, of course."

She laughed, a pleasant quiet sound barely audible over the background chatter. Caught his eye and held it.

"Oh, Jazz. You're so silly," Priia grinned. "But you know, I'm the lucky one. A hot date with a beautiful man like you, it's enough to make a girl... intoxicated."

She toasted him. Looked over the rim of her glass at him with unmistakable fuck-me eyes. She was as good as in the bag as he was concerned, but he kept playing... kept the tension high.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you even got my message. You personally, I mean. Guys must be beating down your door--your husband must be putting in overtime going through all those suitors!" He arched a brow at that, challenging her, hoping to coax a bit of naughtiness out--but she didn't take the bait.

"Well, usually," Priia admitted. "But he's just been so busy recently... not that he's the kind of guy to say no to me. I just noticed that he was getting worn down, so I figured, I'll answer my own messages for a change. Well, the rare message that's worth answering anyway."

"Oh yeah?" Jazz said. "How did I make the grade?"

"Mostly, by being normal," Priia said. She took a sip of her champagne. "That, and by treating me like a normal girl. I might be a lot of things, but at the end of the day, I'm still just a normal person."

"I'm not so sure about that," Jazz said. Now, he blatantly stared at her tits... and he didn't have to try to. They were perfectly symmetrical, wonderfully large and so perky that they jiggled at the slightest motion.

"From your lips, to your eyes, to your body, to your gorgeous, gorgeous tail," he murmured, "there's nothing normal about you, Priia. And that's the best thing about you."

"Aww, baby, you're so sweet," she practically cooed to him. "Are you sure, though? Usually guys say that the best thing about me is--since, you know," she gestured at her snakelike form, and grinned. "You know. No gag reflex."

"Well, that too," Jazz winked. "And I'm hoping to confirm the myth myself..."

Priia just laughed. She then gave her hair a toss and stroked it until it clung behind a shoulder, baring more of her chest to him. "I look forward to it," she said. "Because the best thing about me is... this."

She tilted her head back to reveal a necklace, fine gold and wood, with a glistening jewel featured in the center, draped over her narrow vulnerable neck.

"Amethyst," Jazz said. "That's rare... especially for a choker."

"Mmm," Priia purred. "Want to see if you can snap it, gag reflex or not?"

Jazz blinked. Shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably, looking around as if for an explanation. He then reached out, caressing her neck with his grasp briefly... before undoing the necklace with a motion of his fingers.

Now it was Priia's turn to blink. She then laughed, shook her head, and nuzzled her neck into Jazz's hand, refixing her necklace.

"You're too innocent," Priia said. "That's not... quite what I meant."

"It isn't?" Jazz said. Priia shook her head no, and once again, gave him those unmistakable fuck-me eyes.

And this time, Jazz didn't keep playing.

The room was decorated like the bar, clad with wood and iron. The paintings on the wall were all of women in various states of undress, some of them humans, most of them vixens, but no lamia, none like Priia. He'd said that as he'd kissed her... she was one of a kind, one in a million, and her husband was a lucky man.

"That's right baby," she moaned, as he began to kiss at her neck. She lifted herself so that she was taller than him, so that he could continue to shower her with his affection. She ran her hands through his hair and held him in place, firmly, before coiling her tail around him--around them both.

Instinctively, Jazz pulled back. He tried to laugh, but as Priia's coils grew more numerous, and tighter, he failed.

"Oh, baby, it's okay," she cooed to him again. "I'm sorry... I didn't realize that you were just a little bunny. Being in the power of a vicious predator like me... it must really terrify you."

"Yeah. Something like that," Jazz said. As Priia's coils loosened, he tried to play cool, smirking at her. He slid a hand into her hair and gripped firmly, tugging until she was shorter than him again. This done, he placed his other hand on her fine little neck, before kissing her deeply.

In seconds she had shoved her tongue down his throat... almost literally. He felt the twin fork tines of the narrow slender organ explore his mouth, making him pull her closer, grind up against her.

When their kiss broke, he grinned. Looked deeply into her eyes, at her tits, heaving up and down with her breath.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured. "What else can you do with that tongue, Priia?"

"Do you want to find out?" Priia hissed. Looking up at him, she lowered herself down, further and further. In the process, she shrugged her way out of her dress; he couldn't see her tits quite yet, but he could feel them, especially when she ground her chest against his crotch.

She took hold of his pants firmly in her hands, and hissed up at him, positively grinning. He had his hand in her hair so he could hold her face still while he ground against it, slowly unbuckling his belt.

A moment later, he flopped out, all ten inches of him. He was as thick as a coke can and longer than a coke bottle, and heavy enough that the impact of his cock against Priia's face stunned her--literally. Then she grinned and hissed her pleasure and anticipation up at him.

"Yessssss," she cooed. "I'm going to enjoy this... meal."

She winked up at him before planting a series of velvet soft kisses over his groin, over his cock. Each left warmth and excitement tingling afterward and that was before she actually began to suck at his cockhead. The red-purple nub of pleasure was easily as big as her fist but she showed no struggle or strain in getting it into her mouth... and deeper.

She looked up at him as she backed off and gave her hair a toss, panting so that her breasts bounced wonderfully against his thighs. Curling her tail around him, she grinned, licking her lips with that fine little forked tongue of hers.

"Wow~" she said. "You taste so fucking good."

"Vegan diet will do that," Jazz panted. He caressed her hair, her face in his hands, gently, almost lovingly.

But she winked up at him. Lightly shook her head. "Sweety, save the sappy stuff for your own girlfriend," she said. "We're here to fuck, not make lovemmmmfff!"

That was all she needed to say before he took hold of her face and pressed it into his balls. Instantly she responded by rubbing her face over his sac shamelessly, a woman in need, a bitch in heat. She hissed another long, low "yessss" as he dragged her face up the side of his twitching, veined shaft.

"That's it baby," she cooed. "Tonight, I'm all yours... so mark me as yours... so that anyone who sees me, or smells me, will know that I'm spoken for, and who I belong to."

He gripped her hair firmly in one paw. Jacked himself to a minor pre-climax with the other, and smeared the opaque sticky whiteness over her bronze features.

"Priia," he rasped feverishly, and that was all he could say as she began to suck him off again.

This time, she did it differently... instead of taking him into her mouth or throat, she actually wrapped her tongue around his cock, as she wrapped her tail around his body. Bound tightly by both sets of coils, Jazz could only moan as she jacked him off in a sheer warm wet envelope.

"Jazz the Jackrabbit," she said. "How's that for a tongue twister?"

He panted laughter. "You naughty fucking sexy woman," he grinned. He then pressed her face into his sac again, as casually as if he owned it, and ground forward until all she could smell or taste was his balls. He only let her go when she tapped out--and then she exhaled with a scandalous gasp.

"You like that ball licking, don't you?" Priia grinned. "Why don't we try it... the other way?"

"What other way?" Jazz asked, but Priia just winked.

She drew herself right up to his cockhead. Looked into his eyes and made a show of extend her tongue up to his cock--into his cock, and then deeper, and deeper, and deeper and deeper. She winked again and--impossibly--he felt her licking at his balls from the inside, dislodging and loosening up the cum and DNA that had coagulated there. When she pulled her tongue out, she tasted it--smacked her lips, and stared up at him, absolutely ravenous.

"I can't wait anymore. Fuck me--"

And that was as far as she got. Without warning, he slid the full length of his cock into her mouth, into her throat. He lifted one leg to place it on the bed for additional leverage and there, he mercilessly pounded away at her face. He didn't let up--not even when she tapped--and the result was that in moments, he was moaning, and gasping, and then holding her in place forcefully as he can.

His cock actually throbbed in her throat--he could see it and feel it as her throat massaged him. It had to be a pint, or a liter that he fed her. "Yessss," he panted. "Good girl... swallow every drop."

She looked up at him, pulling off his cock. For his viewing pleasure she had saved a mouthful of cum, which she made a show of swallowing down. She almost coughed against the back of her hand--but when she opened her mouth again, it was empty. She then licked her lips with a satisfied "ahh" and caressed his thighs in her hands.

"How was that for a first date?" Priia cooed to him.

"Un... fucking... believable," Jazz panted. He still caressed her hair, her face, but in the afterglow of his climax, she seemed to excuse the sappiness. "How was it for you?"

"Tasty, thick, creamy, with some nice floral notes," Priia mused. "Just what you'd expect from a vegan lapine like you. Except..." her voice changed, and she looked up at him a bit dangerously, a bit predatorily.

"Except what?"

Priia looked up and tossed her hair so that it cleared her face, her neck. Her amethyst choker was visible, firmly fixed in place.

"One job," she grinned, "and you failed it. And for that, you're going to be punished."

"Punish?!" Jazz tried to jump--but her coils caught him and held him tight.

And then she unfurled two sharp fangs, each dripping venom--and bit him on the groin.

"That's my version of a hickey," she announced as she pulled off, giggling. For his part, Jazz felt his limbs tingle, grow sluggish. He began to panic.

"What--did you do to me? Am I going to die?"

"No, silly," Priia laughed, lightly batting at his thigh. "You'll just be a little... different... for a while."

"Different?" Jazz squeaked. Even as he did, he felt his mind change. Where he was scared and confused, now he was focused. Fearless. Dangerous. Merciless. Meanwhile, his already musclebound form was starting to grow.

Priia loosened her coils as Jazz grew. By now he had no control of himself--he was seven feet and getting taller, with a build beyond herculean. The lamia smiled sweetly at her handiwork as Jazz looked at his hands, each a vicious crushing weapon harnessing untold power.

"You didn't snap my choker," she said. "And you didn't make me gag. But now..."

She grinned, stroking at his thighs again. Now, his cock was massive--enormous--almost ridiculous in proportion. She placed her elbow up against his groin, and...

"Yep," she said. "Venom DD-4 works as intended. You're bigger than my arm, Jazz," she said. And it was true. His cockhead dwarfed her fist now, and was several inches beyond it--or more.

"Jazz?" something said. Priia blinked--looked up. Far up. And the entity that spoke to her... while it had been Jazz, it wasn't... quite... him.

"Shit," she hissed. "Too much accelerant--too much hypergols--it's causing a runaway reaction. Quick--I'll release some pressure, that should help."

She desperately began to suck at his cockhead. Rather, at his cocktip--that was all she could manage, as huge as it was. Desperate times called for desperate measures though--she unhinged her jaw and attacked her task again, sucking him off just as hard and fast as she could. She bobbed her head up and down around his girth, or at least the first few inches of it, but even for her it was just too big!

A vice clamped down on her face. Then another. He was holding her in his hands, but now there was no sappiness. No gentleness.

"Fuck," Priia gasped in a breath desperately. "Now this isn't a facefuck--now you're raping my mmfffffff!"

Where he had once been mercilessly, now he was industrial. He fucked her mouth, face and throat until her lips were bruised--and then he came so hard that he came out her nose. That relieved her, until she realized he wasn't stopping. He wasn't even softening.

He kept fucking her. Kept raping her mouth, face, and throat. She tried tapping--she tried struggling and squirming--she tried to coil around him and squeeze the life out of him, but he was too strong. If anything, her comparatively weak protests only seemed to turn him on more. Make him fuck her harder.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to pass out, as her hands began to fall. The last thought she had before she blacked out was that, at last, he had made her gag.

And he had snapped her choker.