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Even after leaving his office, I still couldn’t imagine what Chief Rawlins had been thinking when he assigned me my new partner. I supposed I should trust his instincts. He was a vet like me but the old man had been in law enforcement before the occupation, and could remember what a police force used to be before they became Advent stooges. What the police needed to be again. And even though Old Town still wasn’t the most tranquil part of City 31, it had practically been a warzone before the chief was put in charge.

So I had to assume that he knew what he was doing, that he made this call because it was the right one and that it would – sooner or later – make sense to me as well. So as I walked to the patrol car, I tried to glean if my new partner had the same uneasy feelings that were troubling me, but she was kind of hard to read. I guess that was part of it – having a female partner. It wasn’t that I doubted her capabilities, but you just don’t act quite the same when it’s just you and a person of the opposite sex. Hell, if I had to readjust my underwear would she consider it sexual harassment? It was only when she shot a glance my way that I realized that the mental image had me smirking. After all, what would she know about what needed adjusting, or for that matter what a pair of boxers were?

“Well at least one of us is in a good mood…” she said as we stepped into the station’s parking lot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said. Well, more like snapped.

“Look, this is… awkward for me as well as for you.” My new partner said, looking more than a little sulky.

But part of that was probably due to the fact that she didn’t exactly have lips. I had to admit the sight was damn better than a viper with her mouth wide open, hissing and preparing either to shoot that damned tongue out or to deliver a poison bite. But the top of their mouths were arched up towards the two tiny nostrils on the serpentine snouts so they always looked like they were frowning. At least to a human like me.

“Yeah, but we’ve got a job to do, so let’s just try and focus on that…” I said. Kind of like ignoring the elephant in the room, or in this case a cobra…

Once we got to our patrol car I opened the door and got into the driver’s seat, waiting to see how my new partner would manage. The first thing she did was to push the seat back as far as it would go on its rails, which I supposed made sense. She was almost a head shorter than my six feet but she was long and would need quite a bit of… well not exactly leg room, but close enough. Once the seat was adjusted she grabbed the edge of the car’s roof and swung herself in, plopping down into the seat and proceeding to drag her tail in. The maneuver was as alien to me as she was but it was a well-practiced one and soon enough the viper was casually fastening her seatbelt as I tried not to stare at the serpentine tangle taking up every spare inch of her seat’s… tail-room? Lower-body-room?

I was still wondering about the terminology when I took us out. The car’s console showed me the route we’d been assigned to patrol so I just drove along steadily. Salvaged Advent tech meant a lot of handy gizmos like a facial recognition camera, and sensors to detect weapons and contraband, but as far as I was concerned none of that was replacement for a good pair of eyes and a decent brain behind them.

My partner seemed to share the opinion. At least I’d like to think she was looking out the passenger-side window as part of her duty, and not a way of avoiding looking at me. I have to admit that more than once I found my eyes drifting to the rear-view mirror and the patient serpent it showed. Her eyes weren’t what I’d come to expect from a viper – not the beady, blood-red marbles slashed by a black slit of a pupil, always darting this way and that until they spotted you and that God-damned tongue shot out…

I only got caught by a viper once, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was that I was alive to remember it. The damned snake had pulled me out of cover and coiled around me before I could get my bearings. I still remember those beady red eyes focusing on mine as she began to squeeze the life from me, apparently savoring the thrill of the imminent kill a little too much. Long enough for one of my buddies to blow the scaly cunt’s brains out, leaving me to gasp and scramble away from a serpentine body twisting in its death-throes.

The memory made me grip the wheel and my jaw clench, the experience made a little too vivid now that I had a viper seated calmly next to me. Just then she to glance at the mirror, possibly sensing my distress. I caught sight of her eyes and held her gaze before we guiltily broke eye-contact. Hers were a very deep green, the kind of shade that probably had a fancy name I’d never heard of, and with the same round pupil I had. They also looked a little bigger, but then again it might be due to the fact they weren’t recessed so deep into hard-ridged, scaly sockets. Cassandra’s face seemed less angular than the viper’s I remembered. The brow-ridges were softer, the muzzle less blocky and a little more expressive. Like effort had been made to humanize something profoundly non-human.

“I’m a phase two…” my partner said, without turning to face me.

“A what?”

“Phase two viper. The ones you no doubt remember were phase ones – needed to infiltrate and then pacify Earth.”

“So what were your kind made for?” I asked, regretting my choice of words and my tone.

“Peacekeeping. We were meant to be the bulk of Advent’s police forces.”

“Huh. But you’re the only one in our precinct.”

“After the fall of the puppet regime the police forces, among others, were purged. Aliens and humans who’d worked for Advent got kicked out, although humans could just go back to their lives, albeit with a few dirty looks thrown their way. They didn’t get herded into detainment camps” she said, and I could catch a bit of bitterness. The camps didn’t seem like a very good idea in hindsight, but at the time I was all for them, like everyone else who’d fought so we could get our planet back.

“So after the Amnesty kicked in…?”

“Most of my kind didn’t want to bother. They figured no matter how good they are they’d be treated with suspicion, resentment… Better to try and build a life that doesn’t remind humans of the Occupation.”

“So what made you decide to go back to the force?” I asked. It felt like I was picking at a scab, but poking your nose where people would rather you didn’t is a big part of being a cop. We’d been having this conversation by glancing at each other via the rear-view mirror, and when Cassandra faced towards her window I figured the conversation was over.

“Because… because I think I can do some good…”

*******

There’s not a lot of room in a squad car, or at least not enough to maintain a distance, so over the last month or so I’d gotten close to Cassandra, close enough to learn she preferred either Cass or Cassie. She really wasn’t as aloof as distant as she’d seemed at first, although I had been told I had a way of getting people out of their shells. We got close enough that I managed to talk her into joining me and some of the gang at Henry’s, our stations unofficial watering hole. Not exactly a wild time but the wiper seemed to enjoy herself enough to put in an appearance every now and again.

I didn’t want to press the issue but I wasn’t sure what kind of social life she had. She was tight-lipped on the subject, and I wondered if her decision to re-join the force after the amnesty had cost her any friends. And I can’t say everyone at Henry’s was thrilled to have her around, but most of them were warming up to her. Not that any of them would be around tonight.

Standing outside the theater was awkward enough when you look like the sort of person who’s a regular at theaters. Like Carlos, my friend who stuck me with these tickets. His date had twisted her ankle and he’d bailed on a night of culture to be a gentleman and nurse her back to health. I’m still not sure how he talked me into coming here, nor was I entirely clear on why I’d asked Cassandra to join me. She’d seemed surprised albeit interested, but with the curtains due to go up soon I was wondering if she’d bailed on me when her cab pulled up.

“Hey there! Sorry to keep you waiting but it took me forever to find a ride…” she said, putting her phone back in her purse. “You okay?” she asked, looking confused until I realized I must have been staring.

In my defense this was the first time I’d seen her out of uniform, and I think she’d put some effort into her appearance. At least, more than I’d done. My hand almost rose in what I knew would be a futile attempt to fix the shaggy mess on the top of my head, a habit I was having a hard time breaking even though I knew that unless it was slathered in gel my hand had no hope of straightening out the mess growing from my scalp. I kept it short enough to satisfy regulations, but that was about the best that I could do with it.

And the snake-lady in front of me wasn’t going to understand what a bad hair day was. She cut quite a figure in a wine-stain red pleated skirt and a peach-colored button-down sweater – one of those that was too thin to keep you warm in winter, especially with a neck-line that dipped that low! With her scales ranging from a pale yellow revealed by that V-neck and shades of orange that reached a bright brown down her back she was done completely in a warm-color palate, the only exception being…

“Is… is that make-up?” I asked, catching the teal accents covering the scales around her eyes. The color was a clever choice – same shade as patina, which was a good highlight on scales that already looked bronzy and coppery.

“Sort of. It’s non-toxic dry-erase paint. Until cosmetic companies realize that vipers are a demographic worth catering to, I buy my make-up in the arts and crafts isle.” She said, flashing me a little smile.

It was subtle since she didn’t have actual lips, but phase twos had cheeks instead of a mouth that went all the way to the back of their jaw. This meant that they couldn’t unhinge their jaws which was one good innovation. Another was that by lifting the corners of their mouths they could convey human-like expressions, even though the arch of their mouths always made them look a little pouty.

“Shouldn’t we go in and find our seats?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I replied. And maybe it was because I’d been watching other guys do it while waiting for her. Maybe it was because she looked like she’d dressed for a date. Either way I’d instinctively thrown my elbow out, a pose that made her hesitate for a moment before she slipped her arm into the crook of mine and we walked/slithered on in…

*******

“This doesn’t feel quite right…” I said as I kept pace with Cass.

“What, aren’t you hungry?” she asked. “C’mon, my treat. To say thank you for inviting me out tonight.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing… you know I got those tickets for free, right?”

“I do, but you could have asked anyone to accompany you, and you asked me. Besides, it’s just a bite, I’m not going to wine and dine you. Oh, there it is!” she said, pointing out a neon sing hanging above a stairway dipping down.

For all I know I might have walked past the place a few times without noticing it. And I could see what Cass had meant. People of various shapes and sizes were crowding the place, seated around small round tables, along the bar/counter or jammed into the few upholstered booths. This definitely wasn’t a dining establishment – it looked like the place where you went to grab a decent meal and a few quick drinks – bustling, lively, and with the air telling me that whoever was in the kitchen knew what they were doing. Fast workers too – I’d barely made a start on my beer when our food arrived.

It wasn't that I was really staring at her eat, but it was just the two of us and I was seated opposite her... and I have to admit I tend to get curious at what the other person ordered and if it tastes better than what I chose. Grass is always greener I guess. The medium-rare tuna steak she got did seem tasty, but what caught my eye was the way she was digging into it - she was cutting small pieces of the meat and when she scooped up a fork-full of the wild rice stir-fry the bites were equally dainty. It was only when she looked up and caught me looking and followed my gaze that I realized that I'd been staring a little too hard.

"Keeping pace with you..." she said, pointedly lifting a tiny chunk of half-raw fish before popping it into her mouth and... swallowing it straight down.

"Ahh right. You don't chew, do you?"

"Not really a choice when all you have are two long, thing fangs..." she said "When I have to grab a quick 'bite' I can do it in a jiffy but it's not really an enjoyable way to eat..."

"Yeah but if you just swallow every bite right away... do you get to savor the taste?" I said, and found myself spearing a chunk of pink beef and biting into it as if I wanted to prove the superiority of a mastication-based dining experience.

"So you have to chew everything to taste it?" came the question, followed by another dainty forkful slipping into that scaly mouth.

"Well I guess not stuff like ice-cream or pudding..."

"Exactly. And you humans don't have our sense of taste..." she said, flicking out her forked tongue.

"Right, that tongue thing... So every time you do that you're, what -tasting the air?" I asked.

"That's actually a pretty good way to put it. After all, it's the same particles you and I can both smell, although I think we have you beat there as well. But our sense of taste is so keen we can actually perceive flavor as well as aroma. And it goes beyond out plate too..."

"So you can taste my meal?"

"Kinda. It's not as intense as the flavor of what I'm eating, but it's strong enough that it sort of like an extra bit of spice or seasoning..."

"Huh. And so the teeny-tiny bites..."

"To make a nice meal last longer. Also, if I didn't keep them teeny-tiny, I'd finish before you're half-way through yours and then I'd just be sitting here and looking kinda awkward while you chowed down.”

Her timing proved impeccable and we both finished eating at about the same time. She made good on her threat and insisted on paying for both of us, so we finished our drinks and went out. Even with my imperfect humans sense of smell the air smelled iffy to me, the sort of ozone scent that was a storm-clouds way of asking if you felt lucky. Sure enough, after a minute of walking/slithering along came the splatters of huge raindrops, followed a moment later by an honest to goodness shower.

“C’mon, my place is nearby. If we make a dash for it we can get there before we drown!” Cass said, and the idea seemed as good as any.

*******

“Sorry, I don’t have a hair-dryer…” Cass said, although I’d have been shocked if she had one.

“That’s okay, a towel’s generally enough for this…” I said, pointing to the damp mop on top of my head.

“I’ve popped your clothes in the dryer, but I don’t really have any men’s clothing around so…”

“Yeah, until they’re dry I’m not going anywhere…” I said, dressed as I was in a fluffy bathrobe that was a bit shorter than I’d have liked, taking solace in the fact that nobody else was around to see me in it. And that it wasn’t pink.

“Hey, thanks. I mean, for tonight…” she said, bashfully and doing her best to hide it.

“Don’t mention it. You enjoyed the play?” I asked tentatively. Personally it had seemed a bit artsy to me but I really didn’t want to say it for fear of looking like a rube.

“No. I mean I did… even though it was kind of hard to follow… but it wasn’t what I meant.” She said, stumbling over her words until she took a moment to collect her thoughts. “I meant for asking me out, for letting me return the favor. I don’t really have a lot of… well I’m not sure I really have any friends. And I’d kinda convinced myself I don’t really need them, but I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight.”

“Seriously?” I asked, feeling a little clumsy the moment the words were out of my mouth. But I was honestly surprised – she was a little shy but never really cold or distant. I know for a fact I can be stubborn and tetchy every now and again and even I managed to wind up with a few dozen folks who consider me a friend. I almost opened my mouth to ask if she’d any childhood friends, before remembering that you needed a childhood for those.

“Well you know what I mean… amicable colleagues are nice and good, but it’s not really friendship. And some people have been nice to me since I got back on the force, but I’ve never had a chance to spend my time off work with anyone…”

“Back on the force? So you really were a cop before…” I asked, and kicked myself for doing so. Bringing up the Occupation - especially with someone who you knew for a fact was on the Advent side – was a sure way to turn things awkward.

“Yeah, I started out in uniform. Regular police though, not the anti…” she began and the moment the word was out she stopped dead, her hood fanning a little and her hand actually flying to cover her mouth.

“…terrorist.” I finished for her, trying not to smirk. I’d been called that often enough while I was in the resistance, but never by anyone who looked flustered at the thought of offending me.

“Uhh, yes… Those were mostly the phase ones. They were the more physically imposing breed.” She said, trailing off and glancing down for a second before dragging her eyes back up.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen any of them around these days…” I said, omitting to mention how glad I was that they weren’t around.

“Most of them died in the final days of the fighting, but even by then there weren’t that many of them left. The Elders had been phasing them out in favor of my kind.”

“Any idea why?” I asked, overcome with a morbid curiosity that outweighed common sense at this point.

“I think they considered mankind sufficiently pacified. They changed us into something more… compatible with humans.”

“I guess I can see that. You’re less intimidating, you seem less… well- alien. Makes sense if you need a force of peace-keepers rather than assault-infiltrators. Sort of like a bad-cop, good-cop thing…”

“Well there is that aspect to it… but I meant more along the lines that we were made more… compatible with humans? Or at least human males…” she said, her voice low but rising in pitch in a way that suggested that she was hinting strongly at something that…

“Oh! You mean…” I asked and got a nod of a scaly head.

“Phase twos don’t have venom so these… I mean we have… conventional mammaries…” She said, the peculiar expression uttered in a low, conspiratorial tone. “And we are genetically compatible with humans, producing either a female viper or a human male offspring.”

“Wow. Any idea why… I mean I thought the Elders preferred to vat-grow the personnel they needed.”

“They did, but I don’t think it was the population of vipers they were worried about. Knowing what we know now, I think they were expecting to quite suddenly… run out… of human females, and needed someone to fill the role.” She said, her words trailing off into an awkward silence until she broke it. “So anyway, let’s get comfy and pick something to watch until your clothes are ready…” she said, and as we got cozy on the couch I tried to purge my mind of the image of someone like Cass ‘filling the role of a human female’…

*******

It’s funny how there are some kinds of tension you don’t notice – the ones that build subtly and over time, letting you adjust to lugging them around. In fact I could have sworn that I’d been relaxed a moment ago – curled up on a couch with a cute amicable snake after a fun evening. But when Cassie pressed that pouty-looking mouth to my lips I’d felt myself tense up for a fraction of a second. But then the tension broke and I found myself eagerly returning the kiss.

A forked tongue flicked out and brushed against mine, something I still can’t believe didn’t freak me out. It was weird, and alien in a very literal sense, but there was plenty about the moment that was both familiar and welcome. The little breathy moan that our kiss muffled for one – an honest and distinctly feminine sound that seemed to creep into my ears and buzz around in my brain. I felt a hand settle on my chest, a brush of almost trembling fingertips at first before Cass grew confident enough to lay her palm flat against it before she started to blatantly feel me up.

Well, idle hands and all that… My right arm rose either on instinct or taking a cue from hers, settling on the expanse of bare, smooth scales lying across my lap. The surface was different, but there was something to the warmth of her, to the thrilling curve of supple muscles that seemed to beckon the hand to slide higher. And since Cass was letting her hand wander, I saw no reason to keep mine on a leash. I still wonder what the expression on my face was when my hand traveled further along what really did feel like a shapely thigh without encountering the hemline of a skirt. The proverbial girl with legs that go on forever, except without actual legs.

I did eventually reach the skirt, after a long, slow glide across smooth scales and trembling serpentine muscles. I made a point of slowing down a little as I slid my palm up under the fabric, hoping to gauge Cassandra’s reaction. This still seemed like it was going a bit fast, even though neither of us seemed to mind the speed, so to speak. She didn’t say anything but I figured it was as much of a ‘go ahead’ as I could hope for. She seemed really committed to the kiss, cradling the back of my head as her tongue went wild in my mouth, flicking and twisting as needy, half-muffled moans filled my ears.

I could feel my pants grow a little too snug as my hand glided over a swell, the curve that marked the spot where the snake-like body flared into those eye-catching hips. It was familiar, in spite of the scaly surface, so it was no wonder my hand moved on instinct. For a second my brow furrowed as I reached around and behind, and failed to find what I was expecting to. Pretty stupid, now that I think about it, because you need a pair of legs for a pair of cheeks.

Can’t really say I was disappointed. There was still something curvy about the serpentine rump and as I gave it a few tentative (but apparently quite well received) squeezes I could make out a round, firm and very pert muscle on either side of the scaly rump. Cass was really getting into this now, certainly enough to encourage me to take this a step further. Mo slid my hand around those hips again, my fingers tracing along scales, scales and then… lace?

“Let’s… let’s move this into the bedroom…” she husked, but did nothing to break the kiss or what was by now a firm hold on me.

And if she didn’t want to let go I wasn’t about to push her off. Instead I did my best to scoop her up, or at least as much of her as I could. I was almost a head taller than her but I figured she must be at least ten feet long, so even as I cradled the amorous serpent against my chest there was quite a bit of snake trailing along behind us.

My brows rose a little at the sight of the king-size bed before I realized that it probably doesn’t mean anything. I wasn’t sure Cassandra could curl (or maybe coil) up on a single bed, but the fact that she was warm-blooded meant she’d need to. So I tried to push away the idea that the big bed had first inspired – that we might be interrupted half-way by the appearance of a husband. Not that it was very likely either way, with Vipers being a female-only species. And sudden notion of a cobra-wife joining us unexpectedly left me with… mixed feelings.

I planted that scaly rump on the mattress and we managed to disentangle long enough to get to work on getting naked. With my clothes still drying all I needed to do was shrug off the borrowed bathrobe, leaving me to watch a snake do a very rushed strip-tease. As she pulled the crop-top over her head I felt a twinge down there at my first glimpse of her bared breasts. She paused for a second with her chest bared, giving me a look that took me a moment to recognize.

It had been a while since I’d seen it, but the posture was there too – chest thrown out, shoulders squared but pulled back, a brazen display if not for the anxious expression that I could recognize even on a snake’s face. But I’d been with a few late-bloomers back in the day and could recognize the ‘Are they big enough?’ look. But when she glanced down she seemed to catch sight of something that reassured her a little. As for me I tried not to grin at the sight of the tip of her tail rising, weather in excitement or imitation.

She unwrapped the skirt from those serpentine hips and now it was her turn to try and not grin at me as I stared at… panties? It sure looked like it – a pale-pink triangle of some frilly fabric, blocking the view of something I was eager to get a good look at, but for the life of me I couldn’t work out how it was doing it.

“Never seen these before, huh?” She said, grabbing the edge of the strange pair of undies before peeling it off. “Catch!” she cried before tossing the thing at me. To my surprise what looked like a wispy piece of fabric actually flew at me and struck me in the chest while I flailed at the air. It was only then that I realized it was silicone or some sort of supper-squishy rubber with pink frills glued to the outside. The inside of it was covered in little round indentations, which I guessed would act like tiny suction-cups when pressed tight against those smooth scales.

I wasn’t really sure what I’d expected. Cassandra’s scales weren’t the same size all over her body, so I guessed they would be a layer of really tiny ones in the same creamy-yellow as her front. But the scales surrounding a glistening mocha-pink slit were more similar to the scales on her face – large and each one a different shape than the ones surrounding it, but still perfectly fitted together. It was almost like a little mosaic done in shades that were either a very dark orange or a very deep brown.

It took me a while to realize I’d been staring, but when I did drag my eyes back to Cass’ I could tell she’d enjoyed being stared at. I couldn’t really tell if she was blushing, but her scaly muzzle was parted and I couldn’t miss the way her chest rose and fell. I leaned closer and pressed my lips to hers, opening my mouth and letting that long, thin tongue do whatever it damn well pleased with mine while I wrapped one arm around that slim serpentine waist and held the viper close to me.

A little shudder running along the small of her back and the way she’d moaned into the kiss told me quite clearly that she liked what I gave her but wanted more. I moved my right arm along her belly, the smooth scales stretched taut across firm muscles that quivered under my fingertips. Then softness as my fingers found the underside of one scaly mound, traveling upward until I had my palm pressed against the perky tit.

I think I’d heard somewhere that small boobs tend to be a little more sensitive. I’m not sure if it was true, but I was doing something very right judging by the way her hood fanned, her tongue feeling like it was trying to wrap itself around mine. The texture of the serpentine mammary was strange – the scales themselves were hard, but they were so tiny and spread across something that was firm to the touch but tantalizingly soft to the squeeze. So squeeze I did, rubbing and kneading the pert flesh as the moaning snake’s nipple grew firm and then hard against my palm.

Feeling something hard in her palm seemed to be on Cassie’s mind, and when those long, slim fingers brushed against my straining shaft it was my turn to make silly noises into our kiss. A scaly palm cupped my cock for a moment, feeling like it was testing the feel of it before the fingers wrapped around me. A light touch but enough to have me twitching and leaking into her grip. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or if she was actually timid.

When she broke the kiss I almost thought I’d done something wrong, but one look at those sparkling green eyes dispelled the notion. Species barrier or no, there was really only one way to interpret the look she was giving me. Hell, even the fanned hood looked like a big heart framing her face. There must have been something in my eyes, or maybe she took the hint from the hard length of flesh throbbing in her gentle grip.

She released me and wriggled a little until I did the same to her and a moment later I was kneeling on the bed next to a scaly goddess reclining on it her hands cupping her perky mounds, her scale-framed slit glistening and her long serpentine tail slowly coiling and writhing around itself. I didn’t need any urging. Hell, at this point I don’t think anything short of a bucket of ice-water would have stopped me. I straddled the snake-tail portion of her body just below the hips, leaning over a little and angling my shaft down until my head was brushing the soaked serpentine slit. Then Cass did something with her back that pushed her hips up just a little, and the moment she did I was in.

Warm-blooded reptile? Hot-blooded from where I was standing. And so tight that I found myself gritting my teeth and holding still, trying to reign in my body before it embarrassed me. I don’t normally have such a short fuse, but what with the new assignment and everything I hadn’t really had a chance to date in a while. Or maybe vipers just had some extra muscle down there, a notion supported by the trembling of those trim scale-bedecked abs.

I managed to tear my eyes from the sight of my cock sunk half-way into the tight serpent-slit to meet Cassie’s lidded gaze. What struck me was that her hood was pulled all the way against her head and I was in a hell of a state of mind trying to figure out why. I thought that maybe I’d hurt her, a notion supported by the fact she really felt fiercely tight around me. But then again if I had, she’d have made some sort of noise, wouldn’t she? I mean, a hiss wouldn’t have been out of character…

“D-don’t stop…” she gasped, the tone of voice making it clear it wasn’t pain. There was something to that high, breathy pitch, a sort of… pleading note? To test the notion I moved my hands to her hips, and the moment my skin brushed against scales I found them being thrust up into my grasp, the snake under me cooing as the buck forced another inch of me into her. I tightened my grip on her and the way her hands squeezed down on her perky pair confirmed it.

I have to admit I had wondered, idly of course, what Cassandra would be like in bed. But deviant perv that I am I kept conjuring up the image of a dominant (possibly flamboyantly so) female, toying with a male caught in her coils. I suppose the whip-like quality of her body coupled with the ease with which she could bind her partner made me think of her as a domme, but there was no denying the way she’d reacted to a firm grip. It made me wonder just how firm she wanted me to be with her, but for now I think we just had to get a grip on each other.

After a few more steadying breaths I felt confident enough to push deeper into the serpentine sex that was now merely pulsing around my shaft rather than squeezing tight. Inch followed inch until my crotch was flush with her scaly slit, without anything to slow the passage of my length into her dripping tunnel. I guess I wasn’t really surprised – she didn’t strike me as a virgin, although judging by the expression on her face I figured it had been a while for her too.

With that snug slit no longer threatening to push me over, I could actually start moving. Cass definitely wanted me to, since even with my hands firmly holding her hips she was managing to writhe and undulate against me. I figured I could just lay down on top of her – missionary wasn’t really exciting but there was a reason people still did it. I’d get to stare at that gorgeous face up close and fight another losing battle with that forked tongue, but I wanted to just drink in the sight of Cassie laid out under me in all her glory.

So I kept my firm grip on her and brought my knees closer together, doing my best to stay buried inside her steamy sex as I lifted her behind off the mattress. She looked surprised at first but when she realized that I wasn’t going anywhere I could feel her shift that long, sinuous tail of hers to help her hips stay in an arch and in my grip. She’d even managed to arch her back further than any human short of a contortionist could, angling her sex and keeping her scaly rump a foot or so above the bed.

After she was apparently comfy I pulled out, slowly dragging myself out and watching those glistening lips cling to me as Cass let out a long, high moan. When nothing but my tip was still held by those slick lips I pushed myself back in, feeling her walls flutter but not tighten enough to slow me down. After a few more slow, testing thrusts I felt confident enough to give her what I was pretty sure she wanted at this point.

I could feel my fingers pressing into her hips, enough to make me wonder if I’d wind up with a scale pattern imprinted on them by the time I was ready to let go. And I certainly needed the leverage because my next thrust was anything but slow and easy. I could feel her clamp down in surprise but I wasn’t going to let that slow me down at this point. She needed this and to be blunt so did I. I held on to her hips as if I was holding on for dear life as my own started to move, pistoning my cock in and out hard enough that I could hear the wet smack of skin on scale.

“Nghhhh yes! Like that! Like thaaaAaaaahhhh…” she cried out, biting down on one finger to stifle herself. The image was absurdly silly since her claws were retracted and she didn’t really have anything to bite the digit with, but it was serving to keep her muffled. Not a bad idea. If the neighbors heard us they might get the wrong idea about what’s going on, call the cops for a domestic disturbance and… well things would get real awkward real fast…

I got some ‘what were you thinking’ looks when I invited Cassie to join me for a drink back at the bar, and even though I’m sure the gang had warmed up to her I still figure this would be a bit of a shock. Hell, I think even part of me was still in stunned disbelief that I was in bed, buck naked, grunting and huffing as I pounded away at an honest-to-goodness viper. Not that it mattered. A while ago I figured a bucket of ice might get me to stop, but now I doubted even that would do the trick.

I was lost in the blissful sensation of that tight, increasingly messy sex pulsing around me, drunk on the sight of the gorgeous serpent writhing under me. God-damn, all this time I’d assumed her spine was the same as mine, at least from the waist up, but as her back continued to move through these hypnotic undulating motions I realized it was just as twisty and flexible as the mass of coils behind me. Even with yoga I don’t think a human woman could have pulled this stuff off without winding up in a wheelchair, which was definitely something to keep in mind for later.

Cassie was still mauling one of her pert breasts with one hand, but with her using the other to muffle increasingly frantic noises I was treated to the sight of the perky bump bouncing around, the nipple gracing it hard and perky and frustratingly out of reach. I have to admit I wasn’t a stranger to the phrase ‘my eyes are up here’ and while I do love to see shirt buttons ready to pop I can honestly say I wasn’t disappointed with the perky bumps Cass was sporting. While not much of a handful, they were firm and bouncy, and very sensitive. And more to the point they weren’t poison-sacks in disguise. What would be the point of big, heavy boobs if you only dare squeeze them while your lover was facing away?

My palm almost itched to once again press against the pert mound, but I had my hands full, literally. Cassie was writhing and twisting now and it was only my firm grip that prevented her from slipping away from and off me, something I was sure none of us wanted just yet. I was confident enough that I knew how to read a woman’s body, but my experience so far had been entirely with human females. I had a hard time telling if Cass had already shuddered her way through a few small orgasms, or if she was just building up to one really, really big one. The mess I was pumping out of her every time I thrust deep could mean anything, but then again I knew that I was to blame for at least part of it.

I felt tireless as I pumped away at the scale-framed slit fluttering around my shaft but I still knew I couldn’t go on like this much longer. Even though Cassie’s expression was still blissful and subby, her writhing was only getting worse (or better considering she was writhing against me). And even though I had a good hold on her my fingers were starting to cramp, and the mess my pistoning had pumped out of her was getting everywhere.

Rather than let her slip from my grasp I lowered both the slim serpentine hips and myself down, laying my body over Cassie’s as she let out a coo that told me she didn’t mind the change in position as long as I stayed inside her. She’d thrown her arms back and with my chest pressed up against her perky boobs I could feel both her pebble-hard nipples and her heart beating like crazy behind the perky pair. I didn’t have as much leverage in position but it didn’t really matter.

We were both desperate for this now, and even though I was barely pulling out I was rubbing Cass in all the right ways while her snug sex caressed the throbbing length held tight within it. She was gasping softly under me and I could feel the warm huffs of her breath against my face as I looked my first ever non-human lover deep in her eyes. They were lidded, and the patina-like makeup around them had smeared at some point during our rutting, but those green eyes were locked on mine and sparkling with an intensity that made it hard to look away.

“M-mah! My wrists…”

“W-wha…?” I gasped, only realizing how out of breath I was when I tried to use some of it to speak.

“Gr-ghhhh!-ab my wrists…” she husked, and a second later I was holding them tight, keeping the writhing snake pinned securely under me even though I was sure she’d have clung to my body had I tried to get off.

We tried a sloppy kiss but as fun as it was neither of us could spare the breath at this point. I was in great shape but I knew I was pushing myself past the point of exhaustion, the ache I should have felt in my muscles and my heaving chest pushed aside by the velvety caress of the serpentine sex holding me and the sight of the woman under me. I saw her eyes lose focus for a second, and heard the serpentine coils writhing behind me just before her hood flared and her hips bucked up against me.

I still wasn’t sure if she’d come before but there was no mistaking it now. Her sex had clamped up so fiercely that I couldn’t really move, but I still ground my hips against hers, pushed past my limits by the slick, silken vise holding me tight. I realized that we’d missed the chance responsible grown-ups really can’t afford to miss and that it was really too late to do anything now. I heard myself groan, a crude sound compared to the soft gasps and moans coming from Cassie’s throat, but an honest one. I was pressed so tight against her that it felt like her heart was beating next to mine as my shaft flexed in that exquisite grip and caught the breathy hiss she’d let out as she felt my seed flow into her one squirt at a time. As we lay together, fighting for breath, it occurred to me that my clothes were probably dry by now. Not that either of us cared…

*******

“Easy! Set him down gently!” Cass insisted, ordering around the muton medic who was carrying me like I was a gad-damned baby.

“Cass, I’m fine…” I said, the words lacking conviction since my breathing was still a bit labored. Being stabbed will do that to you…

“You’re not fine! You’re… hurt…” she said, her voice close to breaking. I was touched but still wasn’t a hundred percent sure why this had rattled her so much.

“Thanks, we can take it from here…” I told the medic, and once the big guy was gone I turned to face the frazzled snake standing beside my bed. Well, beside her bed, to be exact. “Look Cassie, it’s not that I’m not grateful, but you heard the doctor. I would have been fine on my own, just laid out for a few days.”

“I know… it’s just that… I feel like it’s my fault.”

“Your fault? Cass, you weren’t the one who stabbed me.” I said, wincing at the recent memory. The guy hadn’t made much of a fuss about putting his gun down. That should have told me that he had a knife on him. “I know a gut-stab looks bad, and it hurts like a mother… it hurts a lot, but you did everything right. You restrained the creep and you gave me first aid…” I said. I have to admit it was impressive the way she’d kept the bastard locked in her coils while tending to my wound. “The guy managed to miss everything important and you used that nanomedkit on me straight away. I just need a few days of bed rest and I’ll be good as new.”

“And I’ll be caring four you until you are…” she insisted, heaving a sigh as I held her gaze. “If… if I’d been faster you wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all…”

“What makes you think you weren’t fast enough?”

“Because it isn’t the first time.” she said, her voice shaking as she did. “I told you I’d been on the force before… we were called out to a domestic disturbance call. A male under the influence, loud and waving a gun around his terrified family. We came in, pulled our weapons on him but he still wouldn’t drop his. We’d heard him shouting how he was going to kill them, and I knew they were probably better off without this man around. But the idea of killing a father in front of his children and their mother… I guess I didn’t care about what happened to him, but wanted to spare them that…”

“I take it you didn’t get to?”

“Worse than that. It was I who put him down with just one round. But I only fired after he got three shots at my partner. So the family wound up witnessing a bloodbath, and Klara died, just because I hesitated to do what I wound up doing anyway…” she said, taking a deep breath before adding “So I’m looking after you until you get better.”

And after that I really didn’t have the strength or the heart to argue.

*******

The pain meds helped me get to sleep but being propped-up on your back isn’t a very comfy position, so my sleep was less than restful. At least for most of the night. At some time after dawn my dreams kind of took off into an interesting direction. In it I was still flat on my back but a familiar-looking nurse had just slithered into my room and started doing things I knew weren’t covered by my health insurance. Suddenly I was having the sort of dream I hadn’t enjoyed since leaving puberty. The kind of dream that makes you want to weep if you wake up in the middle of it. Which I did, but I didn’t really feel bad. It turned out reality wasn’t that bad either.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…” Cassie said, soft, gentle words uttered only after she’d slid her mouth off my morning wood. “…but it looked kind of… uncomfortable. Want me to stop?”

“N-nuh!” was the best I could do. My brain was still groggy and obviously deprived of blood.

“Thought not. Now you just sit back and relax…” she husked, and before I could reply she’d once again engulfed me in that warm mouth.

She was looking up at me as she suckled and I caught the impish twinkle in her eyes. She was wide awake, and had been for some time. I wondered how long she’d been lying next to me, staring at me, waiting for me to wake up before she figured she needed to help ‘make me more comfortable’? And now that she knew she had my attention, she seemed intent on giving me a show. She moaned around me as she began to bob her head, her scaled mouth closed gently around my shaft as a forked tongue flicked impishly across it. True, she didn’t have the nurse’s uniform she’d been wearing in my dream, but she was buck naked which was just as good.

And soon enough I was gripping the sheets as she started doing something that I literally hadn’t even dreamt of. I’m a bit of a sucker for a girl who knows how to use her tongue, but I was about to learn how inadequate a short, stubby human tongue was to what was in a snake’s mouth. The feel of the two forked prongs flicking over me had been one thing, but I found myself grunting as the slick, whip-like appendage wrapped around me.

I have no idea what the expression on my face was like but Cassie must have thought it was priceless because she actually opened her mouth, smiling as she showed me her inky tongue wrapped several times around my shaft. And that was when she started moving it. My jaw clenched and my abs tensed which I knew should have hurt considering I was wounded, but the sight and sensation of that coiled tongue actually stroking me while Cass just stared me down was like nothing I’d ever felt.

Up and down it went, tightening and loosening, with those green eyes sparkling as they looked up at me. I lasted… God, I still can’t believe how long! I guess I didn’t want this to be over. But I’m only human, and I had my limits. Just before I reached them, Cassie pressed her scaly lips back to mu crotch, taking me all the way into her mouth while her tongue - still coiled around my throbbing length- went wild. My hands gripped the sheets so tight I was sure my knuckles had gone white, my hips trying to buck up even though Cassie’s palms were pressed against them, pinning me in place. She her eyes closed as I erupted, her tongue loosening as it went from jerking me to gently milking my shaft as the serpentine goddess servicing me swallowed every drop.

“There we go. Now you look relaxed. So, any regrets about letting me look after you?” she asked.

“Nu-uh…” I replied, hoping my power of speech would return sometime soon…

*******

Most relationships have some teething troubles, and me and Cassie had considered ourselves fortunate that ours only had one – the fact that we were a mixed species couple. A lot of people, even level-headed ones, considered that crossing a line, and there were plenty of others who didn’t mince words about the bigoted views they held. There were even some mutterings on the force about the two of us after we decided to be together in the open, but that was where it stayed. Or at least seemed to.

One of our colleagues apparently felt strongly enough to bring our story to a newspaper that didn’t know shit about journalistic ethics, but knew what their readers wanted. The article about ‘inter-species depravity’ riled the bigots like a rock thrown at a hornets nest. That brought out the other side, the fervent fighters for an integrated society. They were on our side, and it wasn’t that we didn’t appreciate the sentiment, but they wanted us on front pages when Cassie and me just wanted to be left alone. The chief was sensible enough, letting us keep working together and letting us work things out.

“Jim… maybe… maybe we should break this off? I… I could ask for a transfer, to make things less awkward…” Cassie said one day. We were at her place, dealing with hard thoughts after a hard day.

“Do you want to break this off?”

“You… you know I don’t! I don’t think either of us wants to but… but maybe we won’t get to have what we want. I know some of your friends weren’t thrilled about us… you know it would be easier if we just… this can’t be worth it, can it?” she said, and I wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. If it was me, she was in for a disappointment.

“Jim, what… what are you…” she stammered, shocked by the sight of me going down on one knee. Couldn’t blame her since even I was kind of surprised.

“Look Cass, I don’t have a ring ready… or a speech or anything really…”

“Jim, we… you don’t have to do this. I know it hurts but… it will be easier for you if you just… let me go.”

“Cassie, I got the same lines when I first left home to join the Resistance. That I should do the smart thing, that I should make it easier on myself. Well I’m not sure if I’m smart enough to do the smart thing, but I try to do what I think is right and whenever I do I wind up with no regrets.”

“But they…”

“Don’t think about ‘them’. There’s always going to be a ‘they’, and I don’t care about that. What I need to know is… is there going to be an ‘us’?” I asked, holding my breath as I waited for her answer.

And just when I thought that she was the smart, sensible one of the two of us, she said ‘yes’.

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