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Another story I did for Chobin, although this one is all my invention. There's also a part two in the works, though it won't be ready for a while. Credit for the thumbnail goes to Twokinds on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/twokinds/art/Xcom-Snek-838157829

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After the unification of all nations on February 5th, 2015, the newly formed ADVENT coalition had the nearly insurmountable task of untangling 193 nations' infrastructure, fusing it with the Elder's superior technology, then merging it into a single system. ADVENT employed millions of engineers from every discipline, working tirelessly for years in a sort of “New New Deal," doing their part to connect humanity once and for all. Then, once the work was done, ADVENT needed people to maintain these systems, people familiar with them, and who better to do so than the very humans who'd helped design them? With this idea in mind, the California Computational Agency was formed, along with tens of thousands of other regional offices.

Now, the CCA was laid out fairly simply: the director was overseen by a member of the local ADVENT board (who the more paranoid believed was run by aliens), and in turn, oversaw several managers. One of these managers, Clark Hopper, managed the back-end development group, an assembly of coders and engineers who dealt with the nitty-gritty inner workings of the software ADVENT used. Usually, his orders came filtered through the director, so he was somewhat surprised when a company ID by the name of “Martin Cubrela" called him one afternoon.

Clark turned his attention from the twin monitors on his desk to look at his phone. He wasn't sure just who this Martin Cubrela was, but as soon as he swiped up to accept the video call, he recognized him as the CCA's ADVENT supervisor.

“Hey, Clark!" Martin said, “How's it going?" The man's neat black hair and turtleneck sweater gave him an air of a silicon valley entrepreneur, with his round frame sunglasses added a touch of poshness to the whole look. Clark could see a few greenish splotches peeking out from under his collar, but he knew enough to keep any dissident thoughts to himself.

“Uh, it's… going fine." Clark briefly glanced up at one of his screens, showing a list of mundane email chains he'd been going through. “What's the occasion, sir?"

The man on-screen broke into a brief chuckle. “Oh, you don't have to call me sir, Clark, Martin's just fine. To answer your question, though, I'm calling due to a recent development in the ADVENT coalition. You've heard about the recent string of terrorist attacks, right?"

As if on some cosmic cue, the news feed on Clark's other screen began a story on just such an attack, showing an edited clip of a raid on an ADVENT building. “Yes, I have."

“Well, the coalition is starting to worry about our people on the ground, and what could happen if they fell into the wrong hands. In light of this, they've decided to assign ADVENT officers to certain positions to guarantee their safety."

He knew the ADVENT administration was linked to the aliens, and frankly, Clark didn't mind trading a bit of freedom for a lot of security, but this seemed a step too far for them. “Sir, I'm completely loyal to the ADVENT coalition," he hurriedly said, letting his suspicions get the better of him. “I wouldn't even dream of siding with any sort of terrorist organization."

Martin's only reaction was a reassuring smile. “Oh, we know, we know… while you haven't been stress-tested as much as some, you've proven yourself an able and loyal employee. It's why we're deploying these officers in the first place, to keep our most trusted assets safe and sound."

“I see… are officers being assigned to the other managers as well?"

“Nope, just you."

Why was he getting such special treatment? Was it because he was deemed the most “loyal" of the lot? “What about the director, is he getting a bodyguard?"

“No, he'll make do with his current security team." Although his eyes were hidden behind his reflective sunglasses, it was easy to tell Martin was assessing Clark's reaction. “You see, you're in a rather unique position," he preemptively explained, “The other departments don't deal in highly sensitive information. If a terrorist is going to go after one of our engineers, it's going to be one with access to our programs' backdoors… someone with the keys to the kingdom, so to speak."

“And the director isn't important?"

“He's got something of a bird's eye view of things. He knows the basics of how everything works, but isn't nearly as… intimately involved."

So he was the weak link… he could understand that. To give decent support, he knew all the little entryways and loopholes in the code that could bring it all down with a few well-placed scripts. “When's this bodyguard going to be arriving?" he eventually asked, resigned to his fate of having a babysitter at work.

Martin momentarily glanced down at something off-screen. “Well, she should be arriving any second… she's got full clearance, and she can find your office easily enough."

“Wait, she?" Clark didn't think he'd ever seen a female ADVENT trooper before… but then again, it was hard to tell through that blocky armor.

“Yes, she's one of our most trusted operatives… I'm sure she'll be able to keep you safe without imposing too much."

Something about the term “most trusted operative" seemed a little off, but Clark couldn't put his finger on any definitive reason. “Alright… I'll let my people know she's coming."

“Eh, it might be a bit late for that," Martin said with a grin. “Anyway, I wish you the best, and I hope you get along with your personal protector. Goodbye!"

“Bye."

With that, Martin hung up the call, leaving Clark to ponder just what this development might entail. Having an ADVENT blockhead looking over his shoulder naturally made him a bit nervous, but he had nothing to hide… he just did his work at work and left anything slightly seditious back home. Clark let out a small sigh, then turned off his monitors and stood ups from his desk, hoping to avert any misgivings they might have about an ADVENT soldier showing up in their office.

However, once he opened the door leading to his compact office, he heard several panicked gasps and faltering conversations. That alone proved his bodyguard had arrived, but something about the tone seemed wrong… these weren't “oh shit, it's the cops" gasps, these were “holy fuck, a monster just walked into our office" gasps. Clark wasn't sure what to make of it until he looked toward the elevator, where instead of a blocky helmet peeking over the cubicles, he saw a reptilian head with a cobra's flared hood.

The thing had green scales marked with black and white stripes, partially “covered" by a headpiece that ran from its scalp down its spine. It seemed to stretch upward just a tad as its yellow, slit-pupil eyes scanned the room, then locked onto Clark's with a sense of determination. The reptilian head ducked down behind the cubicles, only to re-emerge around a corner as the rest of its body slithered down an aisle toward his office.

Now that it was out in the open, there was no doubt about it: his “bodyguard" was an alien… a viper, to be precise. He'd heard about them online, and had caught glimpses of them in some footage, but that didn't suppress the shock he felt as the diamond-backed snake creature slithered toward him. In one of its hands was a full-on plasma rifle, a graceful looking weapon with a glowing green power cell. It wore body armor and bracers similar in color to a trooper's, but much more streamlined and form-fitting, even going so far as to have bulges for what may or may not be breasts. Clipped to its chest plate was a surprisingly mundane ID badge, and as the viper slithered up to Clark, it plucked off said badge and held it up. “Lieutenant Hssara," it said in moderately accented English, “ADVENT Civil Security. You're Clark Hopper, I presume?"

As Clark peered at the badge, he realized that the red text on the black background confirmed her identity… there was even a little mugshot of her snake-like features above the ADVENT logo. “Yeah… that's me," he hesitantly replied, “Are you…"

“Your personal security detail? Yep." Hssara stuck out one scaly hand, each of her four fingers tipped with black, claw-like nails. “Pleased to meet you."

Somehow, her casual tone of voice and human air of interest put Clark even more on edge, but he still shook her hand. “You too…" Peeking past her allowed him to see curious heads poking out from around the cubicles, whispering about the alien arrival in conspiratory tones. “Hey, uh… do you mind if I talk with my team for a bit?" he asked the viper.

“Oh, not at all," she replied, backing towards his office door. “I'll try to stay out of the way." He could've sworn she'd winked at him, but he wasn't sure an alien even knew a wink's significance.

Clark could already tell his team was beginning to wonder, and seeing how Hssara hadn't done much to introduce herself, he decided it would be best to clear the air. “Hey, everyone? Could I have your attention for a moment?" After a moment, a legion of heads peeked up from their cubicles, and a few expressions grew shocked at the sight of the viper standing behind their boss. “As most of you've noticed, we have a new arrival in the office… this is Lieutenant Hssara." The viper gave a small wave, easing no one's anxiety. “She's just here as extra security, not to spy on anyone or conduct arrests. I'm sure you've all heard about the recent terror attacks across the west coast… Hssara's just here to keep us safe if that ever happens to us." He took a brief glance toward the viper, then added, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable with having her around, come talk to me, I'm sure we can work something out. That's all."

After the conclusion of his address, his team gradually began getting back to work, although he could still hear a few of them whispering behind their cubicle walls. Clark knew none of them had ever seen an alien in person, and he also knew how many conspiracy theories and horror stories were floating around on the internet. There were tales of gestapo-style arrests, horrid genetic experiments, and even people being eaten alive, though no one ever provided any concrete proof. In the interest of removing the distraction, he retreated back into his office, had Hssara follow him in, then closed the door.

While her ward sat back at his desk, the viper quickly moved one of two cushy armchairs over into the corner, then “sat" in it, resting her rifle on the armrests. Clark tried not to pay attention to her as he got back to work, but he couldn't help but notice her gazing intently at him. For an alien, she seemed strangely human, and the way she lounged in the office chair made him wonder just how much of a soldier she was. The creature was almost the polar opposite of the stiff-backed ADVENT grunts, just casually scanning the room like a bored mall cop… and now that the initial shock had worn off, she almost seemed friendly.

However, his pondering was brought to a halt by a new message on his team's chat program: “Why'd advent send a snake for the boss? Why not just have more blockheads stationed inside?"

“Cuz shes a spy," came a hasty reply, “They want one of theirs to keep tabs."

“Yeah probably on Jeff."

“Bet you wish you didn't read all those conspiracy theories now, huh?"

Jeff was quick to retort. “hey, i gte my information from multiple venerated sources. i'm not saying unification was pure eliv, but it vwasn't all flowers and sunshine neither. plus, i've seen proof that those snakes eat pheople; they dto'n do it all the time, cause thsat'd makje ra fuss, buvt they puck hobos off the street as a delicacy."

“Wut? Is that even english?"

“She wouldn't want to eat ur nasty ass anyway, Jeff. Nothing to worry about."

Clark was about to tell them all to quit screwing around, but a giggle from right behind him nearly made him jump out of his chair. When he turned around, he found Hssara peering at his screen, obviously amused by the conversation.

“I, ah… I'm sorry for my team's, uh… unprofessionalism," the human hastily said in apology, typing out a message of his own: “She's got access to all our chats."

“Oh, it's fine," she replied with a grin, “Everyone thinks I'm a monster… but I do appreciate the apology."

“You're, ah, welcome." Now that the chat was as silent as a graveyard, he tried to get back to work, but he couldn't help but think about what she'd said. True, she definitely looked like one, what with her scales and fangs and eyes… but there wasn't much monstrous behind all that. In fact, even her exterior wasn't that bad… but he should get back to work. Clark quickly swiveled back around to face his monitors and began reviewing some of the code his team had submitted, allowing Hssara to slither back to her comfy chair.

The human managed to get a decent amount of work done over the next forty minutes, but later on, he couldn't help noticing that Hssara had crept back up behind him. It seemed the viper was more than a little interested in what he was working on, all the cryptic lines of code he looked over, all the tiny messages and notes that played into their network of methods and algorithms… he even thought he could feel her hand gripping the back of his swiveling chair, supporting her weight as she leaned in. “So… what's all this code for, anyway?" she eventually asked, genuine curiosity shining in her voice.

“It's a new database for the gene clinics opening in the area," Clark explained, “It'll let ADVENT track patients, employees, supplies… and anything else they might need. It's a pretty flexible object-oriented framework with intuitive methods to add and track new resources." He could've gone into a whole lot more mumbo-jumbo about how they were integrating alien systems while piggybacking off an older hospital management program, but he got the feeling Hssara didn't have the tech knowledge to really understand.

“Huh… and you manage it all?"

“Well, not all of it, per se… I just head the back-end dev team."

Out of the corner of his eye, Clark could see Hssara turn to look at him, a small grin gracing her reptilian lips. “But you're the most important branch, aren't you?"

“Ah… yeah, I suppose. Everyone else's stuff is built off our systems, and, ah… we're the ones who have to deal with alien tech." Something about her questions stirred something in the human's mind, and he decided to ask something he'd had in the back of his mind for a while. “Why does someone like me get an alien guard?" He spun around to face her, trying to gauge the emotions on her alien features.

The viper shrugged. “I don't know the exact reason, but it's probably because of the terrorist stuff going on. They figure that you humans are pretty used to the sight of ADVENT troops, so they want to add an element of surprise for whoever goes after their more prized personnel."

“So you think it's just for shock value?"

“Pretty much, I mean, just look how the rest of your office reacted to me. If a bunch of anarchists burst in here with slugthrowers, they'd think twice once they saw a giant snake monster rushing at them."

The amused grin on his bodyguard's face made it clear she didn't mind, but Clark couldn't help but blurt out his subliminal thoughts on the matter: “You don't seem like a monster."

Hssara seemed just a tad surprised, both by the human's care and his subsequent embarrassment, but her expression quickly melted into one of warm gratitude. “Thanks," she replied, “You're not too bad yourself…" Not wanting to flummox the human any further, she headed back over to her chair, settling into the cushy furniture while eyeing Clark. He certainly seemed more tolerant than other humans she'd met… and maybe with a little push, he could be a lot more than that.

In the few hours left in the day, Clark tried not to say anything else sappy, instead choosing to zero in on his work. Every so often, he'd need to get up for something, or someone would enter his office to ask a question, and Hssara didn't do anything to interfere… but once the human got up to get himself some coffee, the viper left her chair and followed him. She shadowed him from his office to the break room, earning a few more odd glances from his coworkers, and once he began the ritual of setting up the coffee pot, Clark could feel her watching intently.

He quickly got it configured, and as the pot began to fill, Clark turned to face his bodyguard. “Are you supposed to follow me everywhere?" he asked, leaning up against the counter.

“Yep… my higher-ups didn't want anyone catching you unguarded."

“Then why haven't you got your rifle with you?"

A momentary expression of surprise flashed on Hssara's face, almost as if she'd completely forgotten about it, but she was quick to think up a rebuttal. “It's not much use in close quarters like these, and I'm plenty deadly without it." As if to demonstrate, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and shot out her tongue with deadly accuracy, snagging a coffee cup and tossing it back into her hand. While her mouth was open, Clark got a good look at her needle-sharp fangs before they folded back into the top of her mouth as it closed; the three-inch things sent a tiny shiver down his spine, and the human guessed they could inject all kinds of deadly venom.

Despite this, he couldn't help but say something witty: “You really plan on bringing teeth to a gunfight?" Even though Hssara was a completely different species, probably sent here to kill anyone who dared to attack him, he couldn't help but think of her as another coworker. He wasn't a xeno suck-up, there was no doubt about that… but the viper hardly acted like his tyrannical overlord. She quickly mirrored his grin, taking the jab in stride and readying something of her own.

“Oh, my odds are better than you'd think," she purred, “You see, we vipers are ambush predators, and there are all sorts of places to hide in an office like this." Inch by inch, she was gradually slipping closer, and Clark could swear her tone was going beyond mere playfulness. “You can't shoot what you can't see, and by the time you see us coming-“

Suddenly, Hssara's tongue shot out, wrapped around Clark's waist, and yanked him forward, knocking the human off balance. Then, the viper shot forward like a bolt of lightning, and before her prey could even react, she'd coiled tight around his body. “-We've already got you." His arms were firmly pinned to his sides, his torso gently squeezed by her muscular tail, and in that moment of utter vulnerability, Clark felt both terrified and exhilarated. However, when he looked up into Hssara's gleaming yellow eyes, he realized there was nothing to be afraid of… she was just teasing around, and now that the adrenaline-fueled terror has begun to wear off, Clark realized it was somewhat cozy being all wrapped up in her body. He could feel her muscles gently moving with each breath she took, and now that they were right up against him, he could feel how soft her scales really were…

As the seconds dragged on, however, coziness gradually melted into a sense of almost intimacy… despite her alien appearance, Clark could feel something kindling in his chest, and it didn't take long to realize Hssara felt it tenfold. Despite this, his gaze couldn't help but drift down her body, passing over her modest chest before stumbling on something astounding. A little ways below where her armor ended, right where a human's hips would be, he could make out a small vertical slit parting her scales. Before, it'd been nearly invisible, but now that he was up close, he could see that the scales around it were ever so slightly engorged… was it really her-

“Hey, my eyes are up here." Clark was torn from his thoughts as a scaly, clawed finger gently pushed his chin upward, turning his head to look Hssara in the eye. He swore he could see unadulterated lust in her gaze, backed up by the way her coils tenderly squeezed around him… but before either of them could do anything untoward, the viper heard footsteps coming toward the door. As suddenly as she'd embraced him, Hssara uncoiled her body and slithered back toward the coffee machine, leaving Clark standing around with a mild hard-on as someone entered the breakroom.

Panicking slightly, he whirled around and hastily grabbed his coffee mug from the shelf. A brief look over his shoulder revealed that it was Liam, who gave Hssara a generous berth as he headed for the fridge, but that didn't stop the viper from getting chatty. “Hey, you want some coffee?" she asked, casually hiking a thumb back toward the pot.

Liam briefly looked to his boss, then proceeded to retrieve something from the fridge. “Nah, I'm good," he replied, trying not to sound like he was addressing an alien snake monster. After he retrieved a can of something, the man backed out of the break room, keeping his eyes on Hssara as if it'd stop her from attacking.

Once Clark was alone with his bodyguard, the human awkwardly turned back around, mind whirring with thoughts of what'd just happened. She'd enjoyed it, that much she knew, and even when he'd gawked at her nether regions, she actually seemed turned on by it. He could practically feel her yellow eyes tracing over him, either conducting some sort of alien calculation or simply thirsting for some human company… should he talk about it, or just pretend there was nothing between them? Was it wrong that he felt an attraction to her, even though they weren't from the same planet?

Luckily, Clark was saved from his own thoughts by the beeping of the coffee pot; thanks to patented ADVENT technology, the appliance finished brewing just in time to give him a break. He quickly pulled it out, poured some coffee into his mug, then set about tempering it with cream and sugar. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hssara pouring herself a cup, and after he started heading back to his office, she began adding supplements to her own drink.

A few seconds after he sat back at his desk, she came in with her own cup of coffee, and once she sat back down, he heard her take a long slurp of the warm drink. “Hmm, not bad," she remarked, “I always heard human coffee was super bitter…"

Not wanting to stir things further, her human ward tried to pass it off as her thinking out loud, but some nervous corner of his mind couldn't hurt but blurt something out. “It's because of the cream. Plain coffee is super bitter."

“Hmm…" Her slurping continued in silence for what remained of the day, and although she didn't bother making any additional comments, Clark just knew she was ogling him like a slab of juicy meat. It was hard to concentrate with her occupying every crevice of his mind, making him fantasize about having her body wrapped around his once again… what did she look like under that armor? Did she have breasts? Nipples? A belly button? What would she be willing to do with that tongue? Were they even compatible? Would it be tight? Warm? Wet?

Time gradually slipped away as his brain ran rampant, and before he knew it, the clock on his desktop read 5 pm. He hurried out into the office to say his goodbyes, thanking his team for the day's diligence and for not minding their new coworker. Many still shot suspicious glances at Hssara as she waited by his office door, but far fewer had looks of abject horror as they headed out for the night.

Under normal circumstances, Clark would've stayed in for a while longer to tie up loose ends, but seeing Hssara standing by the door made him reconsider. Being alone with her in an empty office seemed like a recipe for a scandal, and he wasn't about to get caught on camera getting nasty with a snake… even if her eager gaze was awfully tempting. “I think I'm gonna head out, Hssara… see you tomorrow."

He was a bit too preoccupied with grabbing his stuff to notice her almost fiendish grin. “Oh, yes you will."

Once Clark finished packing up, he headed out to the parking lot with his serpentine shadow not far behind. There weren't too many cars left behind, one of which was his own sleek-yet-practical 2024 Toyota Corolla; upon pressing the key fob, its lights blinked, and the driver-side door popped open invitingly. There was another vehicle in the lot that caught his attention, an ominous black van emblazoned with the ADVENT logo, but he quickly realized it must be Hssara's ride as he slipped into the driver seat. Hopefully, she'd go off to wherever vipers bedded down, giving him a chance to sort through everything that had happened and maybe do a little research. As much as he tried to suppress them, thoughts of getting another serpentine hug kept popping up in his mind, usually followed by a torrent of ethical questions…

He made it about a third of the way home before realizing something was wrong: that black ADVENT van was following him. At first, he thought it might be a trick of the light, or maybe just a coincidence, but after five blocks, it was apparent he was being followed. As with most ADVENT vans, the front window was tinted, making it nigh impossible to see the driver, but Clark could guess who was riding in back. Was she under orders to follow him no matter what? Was this personal? Was she just flat-out stalking him? Did he want her to follow him home?

Just to make sure his suspicions were correct, Clark circled the block to his right, and sure enough, the van was never more than a few cars behind him. The thought of really trying to lose the tail crossed his mind, but he quickly remembered that they had his home address, and if Hssara really wanted to catch up with him, she could just camp out by his apartment. That left him two choices, either go home like a sane person or make a break for it… and the latter seemed like a great way to get either kidnapped or killed.

Clark couldn't decide whether he felt relieved or anxious as he made his way back to his abode, and once he parked in his usual spot, the black van pulled in right beside him. Technically, that spot was supposed to be reserved for a neighbor who didn't even have a car, but he doubted the landlord would dare to tow anything belonging to ADVENT. A few seconds after stepping out of his own vehicle, he heard the subtle pop of the van's back doors opening, followed by a familiar slithering noise. Moments later, the doors closed back up, and Hssara slid around the corner of the van. “Hey there, Clark," came her casual greeting, “Mind showing me to your apartment?" Slung over her shoulder was a big black duffle bag, and in one scaly hand was her plasma rifle.

It seemed the universe demanded that he confront his conflicted opinions on interspecies relations, and Clark couldn't help but let out a short sigh. “I take it they told you to follow me home?" he asked, already moving toward the building's door.

“Well, I'm not much good to you if I'm only with you for eight hours of the day." The viper smoothly followed along behind him, taking care not to get her tail caught in the door as it automatically swung shut. “What, you don't like having a giant snake following you around?"

As Clark marched into the elevator, he saw one of the other tenants coming down the stairs, but the man practically sprinted back up when he saw Hssara. “It's not that I don't like you, it's just that…" His neighbors would be terrified of her? People might think he was some kind of alien shill? He had no clue what a viper's daily routine looked like? The thought of what she might do behind closed doors both worried and aroused him? “It's just that I don't exactly have a guest bedroom."

Hssara followed him into the lift, coiling her thick tail like a pile of rope to take up as little floor space as possible. Clark hit the button, and the doors closed, leaving the odd pair alone during the trip to the 8th floor. “Oh, that's fine," the viper replied, “I can just sleep on the couch… unless there's something else you had in mind."

Clark could almost feel her mischievous grin behind him, and he knew she was trying to bait him into letting her into his bed. She wanted him, and deep down, he could tell a primal piece of him wanted her too. God, to be snuggled up in bed, bare skin pressed against her scales as her tail squeezed around him, gently making love as her tongue wormed its way around his mouth…

Jesus Christ, what was he thinking? He couldn't screw her… right? There had to be some kind of repercussion if he did, or he had to be getting the wrong signals… she was an alien, after all. Maybe what he interpreted as flirting was just friendly banter for her, and if he made a move on her, she'd think he was some kind of freak. Despite the clarity of this hypothesis, Clark could feel beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, and he was quick to wipe them away. Mercifully, the elevator doors opened before he could get too uncomfortable, and he swiftly proceeded down the hall toward his apartment. The number 809 marked the holy sanctuary that was his private abode, and after unlocking the door, he and his serpentine bodyguard headed inside.

The apartment had a fairly minimalistic layout, with one big room supplemented by a bedroom and a bathroom. Despite the clutter on some of the shelves, it all had a very organized air about it, with the main area sectioned up into a living room and an office with a bit of paper paneling. “Mi casa su casa," Clark sighed, heading toward his bed. “There's food in the fridge if you eat that sort of thing…"

“Gotcha…" Hssara set down her bag beside the loveseat in front of the holographic TV, looking over the collection of DVDs organized in the stand beneath it. “Seems a bit small for someone so important…"

“It's got everything I need," Clark replied matter-of-factly, “Besides, I've still got another three months on my lease before I can move." He quickly popped off his shoes, removed his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, trying to find solace in his usual evening routine. However, as soon as he turned around, he saw that Hssara was doing the same by slipping off her bracers and headpiece, seemingly intent on relaxing into her new environment. Next, she gracefully began undoing the various straps and buckles that held up her body armor, and after a few seconds, she pulled the whole thing off. Clark got a nice view of her bare, diamond-patterned back, from the top of her head all the way down to where her abdomen gradually melded into her tail. It was truly a sight to behold… but then Hssara kicked it up to eleven by turning around.

The viper made absolutely no attempt to cover her chest, not a single motion to avert his leering gaze from her full frontal display. If he'd stopped to look her in the eye, he wouldn't have seen an ounce of shame, just a frisky, horny gleam. She didn't do anything for what felt like an eternity, letting Clark soak up the sight of her round, scaly, nippleless, C-cup tits. However, his eyes didn't take long to drift downward; even from this distance, he could make out her plump slit, almost as puffed-out as a human's labia, and he could just barely see the pink flesh inside as the entrance pulsed. “I… ah," he stammered, “You're, er…"

“What, don't like what you see?" Hssara began slowly slithering closer to her human prey, still not doing anything to cover up her blatant nudity. “Are you too high and mighty to think an alien hot?"

“N-no, you're beautiful, it's just… I didn't think you wanted it." Clark immediately regretted his slip of the tongue, even though Hssara didn't seem to care one bit.

“Well then, let me clear up any mixed signals I've been giving." Once she crept close enough, she tenderly laid her hands on Clark's shoulders, gently squeezing as she gazed into his eyes. “I have spent my entire adult life deprived of a good, hard dicking, and you're the first human I've met who not only isn't scared of me but actually thinks I'm bangable." The viper paused for a moment, cocking her head, then asked, “This your first time with anyone?"

Maybe it was her confirmation, or perhaps it was the stiffy pitching a tent in his pants, but something was helping Clark loosen up. “Actually, it's my second," he replied as he suddenly pulled her close, “But she wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as you." Before Hssara could make a witty reply, he put one hand behind her hood and pulled her into a kiss, pressing her reptilian lips to his. His free arm hugged her scaly yet supple body to his, and after a moment, she hugged him right back. The viper almost fanatically leaned into his smooch, relishing the contact of his soft mouth on her own and of her naked body against his warm clothes. After a few seconds of making out, Hssara's prehensile tongue darted past his lips, and Clark could feel it rooting around within his mouth. It felt both weird and exhilarating to swap spit with a snake, almost like he'd been fantasizing about this moment his entire life… and he got the feeling he wasn't alone in such fantasizing.

Clark quickly decided to kick things up another notch and reached down, tracing his fingers along Hssara's smooth belly. When they finally reached her engorged slit, he could feel the viper tense just a bit, and as they ran down its full length, she pulled back to let out a tiny gasp. The scales down there were every bit as soft as skin, plump with arousal and ever so slick with feminine fluids; the entrance practically radiated warmth, and he could feel her muscles throbbing underneath. “Feels like someone's excited," Clark purred, right before slipping two fingers inside with a subtle squelch. He gently pressed a few knuckles deep into her warm, slimy depths, then rubbed the top of her tunnel as he pulled back, brushing up a soft little lump about an inch inward.

As soon as he rubbed it, he could feel Hssara's nethers clench, and a blissful moan escaped her serpentine lips. “Ahhh, right there! Oh, haspana…"

Encouraged by her needy groans and tight grip, Clark began rubbing slow, firm circles around the little nub, much to the viper's content. He could practically feel her getting wetter by the second, secreting a musky slime in preparation for what would inevitably come next. Watching Hssara moan and squirm beneath his gentle touch evaporated what remained of Clark's inhibitions, allowing him to fully dedicate himself to the alien before him. “Wow," he remarked, “Are vipers normally this sensitive, or are you just really pent up?"

“It's… mrrrgh… both," Hssara panted, “Gaaahhhh, just don't stop!"

“As you wish…" With a lusty grin on his face, Clark hugged her hips with his free hand and lifted her up, putting her scaly tits right at mouth level.

Thanks to her tail acting as a steady base, the viper managed to remain standing while her human lover licked right where her nipple would have been, and though she didn't have a little fleshy nub there, her melons were still wonderfully sensitive to his warm tongue. She'd never imagined having a primate slobber all over her chest could be positively arousing, but combined with his dexterous fingers, it was ten times better than anything she'd done to herself. With one scaly hand, she grabbed the back of his head, her claws barely grazing his scalp as she hung onto his hair. “Tejoasa… oh, Clark!"

“Mmmm," the human replied, his lips still suckling at Hssara's non-existent teat. Even though he could feel her clutching a handful of his hair, and even though her other hand's claws were digging into his back, it didn't hold a candle to the fun he was having.

After just a minute of intense foreplay, Hssara seemed to be teetering on the brink of a climax, but his pace was interrupted by the viper's hissing voice. “Wait, can't stay… up," she groaned, “Just gotta… down…" Gradually, she began lowering herself to the ground, and Clark was quick to follow, allowing her to enjoy his amazing fingers without the risk of falling over.

“How's that?" Clark asked, “Better?" The human was lying right next to the viper's torso, pausing his sucking just long enough to speak before diving right back in.

“Nnnngh… perfect." She could feel the human's fingers plunging even deeper than before, and before long, he popped in a third to add a sense of girth. Her body was tensing under the sensual assault, winding up like a spring as her tail writhed on the ground, and before long, it felt like an ancient dam inside her was almost broken. “Ah, Clark… gonna… gonna… gaaaaahhhhh!" As she finally orgasmed after so long alone, her tail instinctually took hold of what was nearby, which happened to be Clark's shin; both tail and snatch squeezed with surprising force, pulling the human's fingers inward and nearly crushing his leg. Her hips bucked up against his touch while the hand in his hair pressed him down, forcing his face into her scaly cleavage. Clark didn't mind one bit, and as he rode out her climax with fingers still inside her, he relished the feeling of her jiggly tits on either side of his face. She might not be a human, but she sure came like one… although she hadn't lasted more than a few minutes.

Once the initial surge of ecstasy faded, Hssara's frantic panting gradually mellowed out, and Clark took it as a sign that she'd fully finished. “You ready for more?" he asked, lifting his head from between her breasts to look her in the eye. After sitting up just a bit, he pulled his fingers free of her loins with a soft slurping noise, then sucked her tangy juices off his digits.

“Mmmm… I'm just getting started," she purred in reply, “But how about we get those clothes off you first? Wouldn't want to stain those fancy slacks…"

Clark merely replied with a grin, then got to his feet, immediately compromising his balance to get his socks pulled off. Then, once his bare feet were flat on the ground, he started unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt; Hssara immediately got to work untucking it, and between the two of them, the garment practically fell off. From there, the human pulled his undershirt over his head while the viper undid the front of his slacks, stripping him down to his boxers once he stepped out of his pants. Finally, Hssara was left facing Clark's raging erection, barely held back by the fabric of his underwear. “Go ahead," the human teased, “It doesn't bite."

She briefly looked up at him, allowing the human to see the lust and hunger gleaming in her eyes and grin, then turned back to her prize. As the viper's clawed fingers gingerly hooked under the elastic waistband, Clark felt a shiver of terrified excitement course through his nerves, and as she pulled the boxers down to his knees, it doubled in intensity. Here he was, showing off his cock to an alien being… and she was leering at it like a golden idol. “Wow… it's bigger than I thought," she murmured, gently beginning to stroke the sensitive organ. She seemed absolutely mesmerized by how the skin slid back and forth, the way it twitched and throbbed as she held it. A tiny droplet of precum leaked from the tip, and she immediately licked up, seeming to savor the slightly salty flavor. Then, she buried her nose in the space between his cock and balls, putting his dick right on top of her head, and took a deep sniff of his primal musk. “Mmmm, you smell amazing," she purred, gazing up at her human lover from crotch level. “Mind if I have a taste?"

Any thoughts of poison-spitting or needle-sharp fangs had long since been driven from Clark's mind. “Sure, I won't stop you."

Instead of diving right in, however, Hssara simply cracked a devilish grin, and Clark was about to ask what was wrong when she suddenly surged upward. In one swift motion, she raised her torso above clark's head, coiled around behind his neck, then spiraled her way down his body, clutching him tightly with her muscular tail; the human found himself completely bound save for his left arm, with the viper's coils keeping the rest of him pinned down. A moment later, he realized Hssara had just put her entire weight on him, causing him to topple over like a felled tree with no limbs to stop him. Luckily, the viper's thick tail absorbed nearly all of the impact, leaving him unharmed but mostly helpless. When Clark looked down, he saw her gently grasp his hard-on from where it peeked from between her coils, licking her lips at the thought of what she'd do next. “Just relax," she seductively purred, “I promise I won't squeeze too hard…"

As if to emphasize, Hssara tightened her grip for a moment, but it was more exciting than actually painful. “As you wish," Clark replied, eager to see what she'd do to him next. His one free hand reached down to pet her massive tail, and he couldn't help but give her a look of aroused excitement.

Hssara leaned in closer to his manhood, then extended her prehensile tongue from between her lips. The slimy organ reached out, then wrapped around Clark's cock, swiftly surrounding it in warm, wet muscle. From there, the viper began stroking up and down, squeezing his member tight and forcing out a gasp from his lips. It felt almost like a handjob, but wetter and softer, teasing his tip before sliding down his shaft to his balls, and being bound by Hssara's tail made it even better. He never thought getting jerked off by an alien's tongue could feel so good, but after only a few seconds, the viper kicked things up another notch by bringing it into her mouth.

She opened her maw wide, exposing her dangerous fangs, then pulled herself down onto the human's dick with her powerful tongue. His tip slipped right between her teeth and into her wet maw, and in a split second, she had the whole thing lovingly engulfed by her mouth. Her lips pressed up against his groin as she took another sniff, and her tongue's grip was replaced by her gullets warm, slimy embrace. “Wow, that's grea-aaaaghhh…" Clark's words died in his throat as the viper suddenly pulled back, her lips sucking like there was no tomorrow, then stuffed his whole length back into her mouth. He didn't feel a single tooth as she began bobbing up and down, just the tender suckling of her talented maw, and he couldn't help but squirm under her tail from the sheer pleasure. “Oh, god… please don't stop…" His free hand grabbed hold of her scaly coils, clutching for something to hold on to, and to his surprise, Hssara reached out and took his hand in hers. As their fingers interlocked and pressed their palms together, Clark could see pure warmth burning in the viper's eyes, and the intimate contact made things all the better.

The ravenous sucking and slurping swiftly coaxed a steady stream of precum from the human's tip, treating Hssara to his salty flavor as she continued to bob, and watching the human writhe in pleasure was the icing on the cake. She could see the dreamy bliss in his expression and feel his love as he squeezed her hand, adding to the fun of having him bound by her body. He didn't just enjoy the sensation, he enjoyed her, from her slit-pupil eyes all the way down to the tip of her tail. After what felt like a lifetime without intimacy of any kind, his passionate moans warmed her to her very soul, spurring her to suck harder and harder.

Clark, meanwhile, felt like she was trying to drink his soul through his dick… and he loved every second of it. “Gaaahhhh… holy fuck," he moaned, “You're… mrrrrgh… amazing…" He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to last, but the thirsty gleam in Hssara's eyes told him she didn't much care one way or the other… she just wanted to make him happy, and right now, her soft, warm mouth was doing an astronomical job. His hips squirmed and bucked ineffectually against her tightly wound tail to wordlessly show his appreciation, and before long, his whole body was tensing up for a potent climax. “Hssara, I'm gonna cum," he moaned, and with a comforting squeeze of his hand, his alien lover assured him she could take whatever he'd dish out. She continued to slurp and suck until he finally reached his breaking point, then changed her pace to drain him dry.

Cumming in Hssara's eager mouth was like nothing Clark had ever felt before, like breaking open a fire hydrant and letting the water rush forward. As orgasmic ecstasy took hold, the human let out a passionate moan that filled the apartment, and his hips began bucking wildly against her powerful coils. His hand held onto hers for dear life as he emptied his seed into her gullet, squirting spurt after spurt of sticky cum that she eagerly slurped up. Clark didn't know how long he'd spent overcome by bliss, but once the surging sensation began to fade, it was replaced by a sense of tired contentment.

Not a single drop spilled from between her lips as she siphoned his warm jizz, and all of it easily slid down her throat like a glass of raw eggs. She could tell just from the way he thrashed that it was the best thing to ever happen to him, and somehow that made it a hundred times more satisfying than just a simple blowjob. Once his body began to relax, she let go of his hand and pulled her mouth off his cock, swiftly licking up the bridge of spittle that still hung between them before cracking a warm grin. “Mmmmm, you taste lovely," she sighed, “So warm… even better than I imagined."

“Yeah… you weren't too bad either," Clark teased, “Never thought I'd get a blowjob from an alien…"

“And I never thought I'd meet such an accepting human, yet here we are."

“Mmhmm…" The human in question relaxed for a moment, relishing the post-coital calm while still wrapped up in his lover's tail, his free hand affectionately rubbing her scaly flank. “You want to take this back to the bedroom?" he eventually asked, partly wondering whether the thinly carpeted floor was uncomfortable for her to lay on.

“Sure…" Clark could feel her relax her grip, then slowly slither out from under him, but instead of heading straight for the bedroom, she turned back around toward him. He was somewhat surprised as she scooped him up in a bridal carry, but once he got over the initial shock, it felt surprisingly cozy to be pressed up against her breasts. It took all of two seconds for her to reach his queen-sized bed, and after playfully tossing him onto the mattress, Hssara pounced on top of him with a playful kiss on the lips. Clark could taste his own fluids glazing her muzzle, but he didn't care one bit, instead leaning into the kiss while his hands cupped her chest.

Meanwhile, his legs managed to kick his boxers the rest of the way off, which was quite tricky to do with Hssara grinding against his hips; her warm vulva eagerly rubbed up against his groin, seeming impatient to be penetrated. Unfortunately for the horny viper, his cock was still recovering from the last mind-blowing orgasm, although the rest of him was eager to please.

“It's gonna get hard again, right?" the viper asked after pulling back. She thought she remembered that it took a second to overcome the refractory something-or-other, but even if the human's manhood was done for the day, she'd experienced firsthand what he could do with just his fingers.

Clark briefly glanced down to where her scales touched his flaccid dick, then back up to Hssara's frisky smile. “Yeah, just give it a minute," he replied, right before remembering something somewhat important from his first intimate foray. “Do you want me to put on protection once it's at full mast?"

Hssara's brow furrowed as confusion overshadowed her intimate warmth. “Protection?"

The human's groping slowed to a halt in turn. “Well, I assume you want me to stick it in, right?"

“Yeah, but… what's armor got to do with that?"

“Armor? What…" Suddenly, it dawned on Clark that she might've never heard the term protection used in terms of intercourse… hell, if alien sex ed was as bad as America's, she might not even know what a condom was. “No, no, I mean a condom, the rubber things you put on a dick."

The viper's expression brightened back up as she realized what he'd meant, her lips splitting in a carefree smile. “Oh, that? Why would we need one of those silly little things?"

Clark simply shrugged. “I dunno, just thought I should ask."

In response, Hssara planted yet another long, tender kiss on her human lover's lips. “Oh I'd much rather take it raw," she purred, “I wanna feel you finish inside me… and even if it somehow got me pregnant, that'd just make it hotter." To drive home her sheer lust, she slowly licked from Clark's shoulder all the way up to his earlobe before gently biting the soft skin. Then, she suddenly lifted herself up before slithering all the way around her human lover, forming a sort of ring with her lengthy tail; it managed to get most of her coils off the cold floor, and after Clark scooted back, she realized he was using her tail as a scaly pillow. Once she lay back down on top of him, her coils gently tightened all around, pressing in on all sides with warm, scaly affection. “Have I ever mentioned how warm you are?" she purred, still insistently grinding against Clark in an attempt to get him hard.

A minor factoid about snakes popped into the human's mind, and he was quick to answer her question with his own. “No, but you do seem a bit clingy… are you cold-blooded?"

“Nah, more lukewarm-blooded," Hssara replied, “But snuggling up to a mammal still feels soooo cozy… like wrapping around a squishy, handsome space heater." The viper then bent down and planted a long smooch on her human's lips, pressing her body against his with intimate zeal. Her incessant humping and slick secretions had already coaxed Clark's manhood back to stiffness, the tip teasing her snatch with each thrust; it only took a little bit of maneuvering to slip it between her lips, ready to pierce into her nethers. “And for the cherry on top…"

With an audible squelch, Hssara finally pressed down at just the right angle, pushing Clark's cock inside her and forcing a surprised gasp from both their lips. She was so wet that it effortlessly slipped in all the way to the hilt, engulfing the human's dick in a warm, silky embrace, gently pushing back against his intruding organ. For the viper, it was a sense of intimate fullness that she'd never truly experienced before, slotting in and stretching her out without the slightest bit of pain. Her whole body clenched in response, shifting around her human lover, and in turn, he pulled her into a deep kiss with hands holding either side of her head. It felt like a moment of perfection frozen in time, the both of them wrapped up in each other's warmth both figuratively and literally… but then, things got even better as Hssara started to move.

Even though she started slow, rocking her hips back and forth with Clark's cock inside her, he still managed to hit the same sweet spot he'd evoked with his fingers. That, combined with the sensation of having his tip so deep inside her, forced the viper to huff and moan, sometimes out in the open and sometimes straight into Clark's mouth. “Oh, tejoasa," she groaned, “You're so big… che juuk!"

“Mmmph, you feel amazing…" The slow, slippery friction was enough to drive Clark up the wall with pleasure, gently clenching around his member as Hssara moved back and forth. He never thought a snake alien could be this cozy inside, but that didn't stop him from thoroughly enjoying her snatch. All the soft little bumps and ridges felt divine as they massaged his whole length, forcing out spirited moans from between his lips while he held on tight to his scaly lover. One hand went down to her hips, helping her thrust at a steady pace, while the other slipped behind her hood to pull her close. The sweet squelching of their lovemaking quickly intermixed with warm smooches and passionate murmurs, filling the air with the symphony of gentle screwing.

“Ahhh, so much… feri usiga!" As Hssara began to pick up the pace, her blissful cries started to drown out her partner's, and she couldn't help but cling to his bare chest while her hips went wild. Her sweet spot was as sensitive as ever, magnified twofold by the sheer intimacy of having a human inside her… it only took a couple minutes for a potent pressure to start building in her groin, and Clark could feel the tension in her tail around him. “Ahhhhgh, ena haspana!" she moaned, turning slow squelching into rhythmic slapping as she bounced on her human's cock. Another orgasm was beginning to build in her loins, but this time, the viper wasn't as swept away by the pressure. As her tail reflexively looped around Clark's leg for support, pressing in around the human, Hssara kept pounding until the very end with the human squeezed to her chest. “Nnngh, Clark… gonna… temmu san… mrrraaaaaaugh!"

With a primal scream of pleasure, Hssara shoved herself down onto her human lover, clutching onto his chest while her coiled tail squeezed his leg. Her snatch clamped down like a hot, silky vice, pulling Clark's manhood as deep as possible while trying in vain to force out his seed, silently begging to be bred to completion. The viper's whole body shuddered as she rode out the potent climax, and although he had a ways to go on his own, the human thoroughly enjoyed her shudders and cries, even though her claws were digging into his shoulders. He couldn't help but thrust back against her advances, pressing his groin flush to her scaly slit, burying his manhood as deep inside her as it would go. Her pulsing nethers weren't enough to finish him off, however, and after Hssara thoroughly blew her load, Clark was left balls-deep in a dazed-yet-satisfied alien.

Maybe he should let her rest… but as her eyes cracked open with still-burning lust, Clark decided it was time to shake things up. The human gracefully slipped out from under his serpentine lover, freeing his leg from her coils and letting her torso relax face-down on the mattress. Once she was in position, Clark moved behind her, then suddenly grabbed her tail and hefted it over one shoulder. Hssara was a tad confused as to what he intended, but once she felt his stiffy poking against her belly, the viper realized what he desired. She slithered forward and down, lining up her slit with his tip while her torso relaxed on the bed, then looked over her shoulder at Clark. The human seemed to be focused on getting everything adjusted, and after getting Hssara into what seemed like an intimate piledriver, he thrust back inside her, earning a pleasantly surprised gasp from the viper.

Although there was still the same cozy wetness sliding down his shaft, this new position felt quite different to Clark: for one, he was in control, with Hssara's hefty tail sling over his shoulder like a scarf. He was on his knees instead of lying passively on the mattress, and as his hips began picking up speed, he found he lacked the viper's hesitant sensuality. To top it all off, the texture of her pulsing insides felt different, and as Clark thrust back and forth, he could feel her squishy nub massaging the underside of his member. “You doing okay?" he asked amidst his humping, hoping this new maneuver wasn't too taxing on his lover.

“Mmmm, yeah… ohhh, bit faster…" Contrary to Clark's worries, Hssara didn't find it uncomfortable at all, and in fact, she rather liked getting pounded into the ground like this. His dick still hit all the sweet spots while his arms hugged her tight, and her flexible spine let her watch him work from over her shoulder. Slow squelching turned into forceful slapping as his hips began hammering back and forth, slamming into her snatch with untamed ferocity; it felt like her insides were getting churned into butter, and she loved every second of it. “Just like that… ahhh, haspana…" Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets as he ravaged her loins, and as a show of appreciation, her thick tail began to coil around Clark's neck.

Meanwhile, the human got to enjoy the full suction and friction her pussy had to offer, its warm walls pushing back oh-so-wonderfully against his every motion. Something was stirring inside him, too, a feral urge to rut like an animal… but that didn't stop him from helping Hssara get a grip. His humping slowed down just a bit as he maneuvered her tail, getting its thick coils wrapped around his chest like a scaly bandolier and allowing her to hold him intimately close. The rest of her length wound around his right leg while pushing back against his hips, spurring him to go even faster and harder. “Nnnngh… you like getting pounded, don't you?"

Despite having orgasmed mere moments ago, Hssara could feel pleasure and pressure building in tandem. “Yes, yes! Efa tejoa ioc!" A primal thirst began to take root in her mind, a longing to be fucked, bred, and knocked up; some piece of her primitive mind wanted a clutch of eggs, and it forced her to moan even louder. “Mrrrrgh… vlooja'na, hyur' na quych quulnch! Nelo!" She needed his seed, needed him to fill her to the brim, and her snatch tried its best to coax it out as her coils contracted around him.

Clark had no earthly idea what she was saying, but the tone of her moans transcended any and all barriers. She was practically drooling onto the sheets, begging him to fuck her, squeezing with every part of her body… and he had to say, it kinda turned him on. “That's it, moan for me, bitch!" he growled, although once the lips left his lips, he began to regret them. It sounded like something out of a porno, and maybe she wouldn't-

“Vlooja'na! Tybo'na eu sragseh! Fuljo!" Her passionate cries dripped with lust, echoing forth with the force of a cougar in heat. As her body tensed like a massive spring, her primitive instincts took total control, crushing dignified thoughts like “Maybe I'm squeezing too hard."

“Grrrrr… beg for it!" Between the adrenaline and his partner's sexual energy, Clark found himself getting in touch with his wild side, slamming into Hssara's hips like a rabid jackhammer. He, too, could feel an approaching orgasm, but for him, it was tainted by a strange euphoric haze that almost felt like he was drifting away. Before long, he'd brought himself to the very edge, and as soon as he noticed Hssara was right alongside him, he swiftly finished himself off. “Here… it… comes! Gaaaaaaahhhh! Haaah…" As his balls began pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her reptilian nethers, Clark's hips kept on moving, dialing up the pleasure to eleven and finishing off his mate.

“Hasspanaaa!" Right as the initial surge of ecstasy ended, he felt the viper's snatch clench like never before, forcing him to empty even more spunk into her. At the same time, the blissful haze threatened to smother him, and just as her crushing coils began to get truly painful, he felt his consciousness swiftly dragged under.

When Clark awoke, it was to the sight of Hssara gazing down at him with her slit-pupil eyes, and he could feel her shaking him. He didn't remember what had happened or where he was, and the only thing that stayed with him was a profound sense of contentment.

“Clark? Come on… that's it… slow and steady." Her voice was heavy with concern, and as Clark looked into her eyes, he saw a potent mixture of relief and guilt. “Thank goodness you're okay…"

“Wha…" As the human's senses returned to him, he realized he was lying flat on the bed, free from Hssara's tail… his groin was incredibly slimy, and his neck and chest felt the slightest bit sore. “What happened?" He tried to sit up, causing his head to start spinning like a top, but the viper managed to prop him up with a few pillows before he could flop backward.

“I, ah…" Her eyes quickly flicked over his torso, almost as if checking for wounds. “I think I accidentally choked you out… you know, after I climaxed."

So she'd strangled him right after they'd finished screwing? That seemed like something he'd remember… “How'd you manage that?"

“Well… I had my tail part way around your neck and your torso… I think I just got careless and squeezed too hard."

In Clark's dazed mind, there was quite a disconnect between what he felt and what she seemed to be apologizing for. “How long was I out?"

“I don't know, maybe thirty seconds? I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful, I never-"

“It's fine," Clark sighed, sitting up to look Hssara in the eye.

“But…"

Clark reached out one hand, gently cupping one of her cheeks in a comforting gesture. “You're fine, I'm no worse for wear… it was an accident, and accidents happen."

Hssara seemed reluctant to let go of her grief but gradually leaned into her human lover's hand. “You're not in pain at all?"

“Not really… I mean, my neck's a little sore, but the sex was totally worth it."

The viper's lips split in a grin, and her guilt melted into a small chuckle. “Yeah… it was fun while it lasted. You were even better than I'd imagined, all that warmth and vigor…"

In reply, Clark gently pulled her into a small kiss. “I never thought about screwing aliens before today… but after tonight, I'm not sure I'll ever go back." He paused for a moment, glancing downward, but he quickly decided to go with his gut. “I love you, Hssara."

The sudden declaration surprised her, but more as something she never thought possible. She quickly scanned Clark's gaze for any sign of deception of apathy, but the human meant what he said with every ounce of his being. “And I love you, Clark." With that, the two of them dived into a prolonged, far more passionate kiss, although after a minute, they slowly pulled apart. Both of them felt ecstatic about finally having someone who cared about them, who found them arousing in addition to the usual romanticism. It didn't take long for them to start thinking about an encore, but before Clark's slimy nethers could begin to get hard, he felt a different hunger reverberate through his belly.

“Hey, are you getting hungry?" he suddenly asked, breaking the mood like a sheet of glass.

Hssara's brow furrowed. “Hungry? Well… yeah, a little bit. Is it about time for human dinner?"

“You could say that… you can eat human food, right?"

A small smile returned to Hssara's lips. “I prefer it over protein-paste rations. What were you planning on making?"

“Eh, 'making' is a bit of a liberal term… I've got some frozen dinners I was planning on heating up, but I can go out and get something if you'd prefer."

“Frozen dinners are fine," the viper replied, already licking her lips at the thought of rich gravy and processed meat. “But before you get to cooking, I think we'd better clean ourselves up."

At first, Clark thought she meant taking a shower, but he quickly realized her intentions as she craned down to his groin. Her skillful tongue swiftly began lapping up the cocktail of bodily fluids, and once she pulled his whole package into her mouth, the human let out a contented sigh. It took all of sixty seconds for her to get him cleaned up, leaving only a faint sheen of spittle in her wake, after which she bent all the way over and began doing the same to her own nethers. It was kind of hot, watching her tongue her own pussy, but Clark was more concerned with wiping himself down with the duvet.

Once he was more or less free from sweat and saliva, the human got off the bed and headed over to his closet, where he re-dressed himself in fresh boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt. When he turned back around, he found Hssara still near the bed, but her attention was locked into something behind him. “Hey, mind if I borrow that?" she asked, and when Clark looked over to what she was pointing at, he realized she had an eye on his plush blue bathrobe.

“Sure, have at it."

The human swiftly plucked the garment from its peg on the wall and tossed it to his lover, after which she seemed utterly entranced by its pure softness. Instead of putting it on right away, she gently stroked the fabric with one hand, then held it up and nuzzled her cheek against it. “Wow, it's so… soft," she murmured, “Are you sure you don't wanna wear it?"

“Nah, go ahead," Clark replied with a grin, “I only really need it in the winter, but you could probably use it year-round if warmth is your thing."

“Mmmm…" Hssara slowly put her arms through the sleeves, then tied up the belt in front; it seemed a little big on her, with the sleeves hanging low and the bottom covering her groin, but it still wasn't enough to completely cover her bust. After a few adjustments, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and struck a semi-casual pose in front of her human. “So, what do you think?"

“I think you look gorgeous as ever," he purred, “But I have to say, I really like this new soft side of yours." He gradually paced over to her and pulled her closer, letting him feel her new plush robe for himself.

“Yeah… it's nice being soft." After gazing into each other's eyes for a moment, the two of them exchanged a quick kiss, then made their way back into the main room.

While Clark began to peruse his selection of reheatable delicacies, Hssara got to work gathering up both their clothes, piling them on top of her duffle bag with her rifle before tossing it all in the corner of the bedroom. When she got back, her human lover had a few selections lined up on the counter: “Would you rather have Salisbury steak, fettuccine, or sesame chicken?"

As she came back around the corner, the viper couldn't help but be seduced by the big hunk of gravy-soaked meat. “The steak one," she replied, “Unless you'd rather have it."

“Eh, I'll go with the fettuccine." It took all of twenty seconds for Clark to pull Hssara's meal out of its packaging, poke some holes in the plastic cover, then pop it into the microwave. The instructions said to cook it for 3 minutes, which gave the human a little while to ask a few questions. “So… is English your second language?"

His partner seemed a tad surprised by the question, but was quick to answer it nonetheless. “Well… sort of. The elders make sure all their followers speak their language, Cujilun, but since I was hatched and trained here, I learned English right alongside it."

This time it was Clark's turn to raise an eyebrow. “Wait, you were born on earth?"

“Yep… somewhere in Nevada, to be precise. There was a secret facility where they bred and trained us away from public scrutiny, but I've no clue where it was…"

It didn't take long for Clark to do a bit of math in his head: the earliest ADVENT facilities had been built in 2014, and it was currently 2031… “How old are you?"

“Well, uh…" Hssara seemed a bit conflicted about answering, and it took her a second to figure out a good response. “Technically speaking, I'm about 16, but in 'viper-years,' I'm closer to my mid-twenties. We mature faster than humans, and most of us get a good helping of growth hormones to speed things along."

He never would've guessed it from the way she acted, and he wasn't all that worried about the alien FBI kicking down his door, but he couldn't resist injecting a little humor. “So does that mean you're legal?"

Hssara mirrored his mischievous grin. “Mmhmm. ADVENT never made any rules about it because it almost never happens… most humans don't have the guts to seduce giant snake monsters, and most other aliens aren't that into humans."

“Eh, sucks to be them… you're the hottest, cutest, sexiest snake monster I've ever seen." The human sidled up to his serpentine lover, wrapping one arm around the back of her waist while looking her in the eye.

“Mmmm… you keep saying that," she replied with a grin.

“Only 'cause it's true," Clark replied, “Take away the armor, the gun, and the gestapo vibes, and all you're left with is a beautiful, charming woman." With that, he swiftly pulled her into yet another passionate smooch, and only after the timer went off did they finally pull apart. Clark got to work peeling off the plastic cover, and as he handed the hot dish to Hssara, the viper seemed almost entranced by the savory steam coming off it. She picked up one of the two forks left on the counter, but after nearly scalding her mouth with a chunk of meat, she decided it would be best to let it cool off. While her lover began prepping his own meal, Hssara slithered back over to his collection of movies, and as she scanned over the titles, she realized most of them looked old… pre-ADVENT, even.

“I don't think I've heard of any of these movies," she called back. True, she wasn't exactly an aficionado when it came to cinema, but she still saw the ads plastered on billboards and websites. Independence Day, The Predator, The Terminator, The Princess Bride… “Where'd you get all these?"

“It was my dad's old collection," Clark explained, “He let me keep a bunch once I moved out."

Hssara quickly pulled out the Independence Day case to find a picture of a UFO hanging over the White House, although it wasn't any kind of ship she'd seen before. “What's this one about?"

When Clark looked over and saw the movie she was holding, some part of his brain immediately assumed she'd be offended by the thought of aliens raining wanton destruction upon humanity. “Uh, that?" he replied, “That's, uh… just a dumb action movie from the 90's, humans versus aliens."

“Hmm…" As much as she found the idea of a fictional invasion interesting, Hssara wasn't quite in the mood for explosions. She replaced the case, then pulled out a different one that caught her eye: The Princess Bride. “How about this one?"

“Oh, now that one's a classic… a farm boy turned adventurer saves his one true love from an evil prince." Clark couldn't help but smile at the thought of it, although he might have to explain a few elements to an alien. “Wanna give it a try?"

“Sure, but… how exactly do you use this?" She was referring to the disk inside the plastic case, and though she understood the basic concept, she didn't recognize a slot where it could be put in.

“Here, lemme get it…" With a bit of technical finagling, Clark had managed to hook an ancient blu-ray player into his holographic tv, and he quickly got the disk loaded into its tray. It took a second to switch the tv input, but he was promptly greeted by the main menu. Before he could do much else, however, the microwave began beeping, and he left Hssara to navigate her way to the feature film. It didn't take her long to start it up, and once she did, she slithered back over to the kitchen to retrieve her meal. She made sure to have her lover sit down first, then began coiling her thick tail across his lap and the cushion next to him, covering his thighs in a scaly blanket while her torso sidled up to his side. As the title rolled, both of them began digging into their microwaved meals, warmly comfortable in each other's presence.

Clark initially worried that he'd have to explain some of the finer points to Hssara, but the viper seemed more curious than intrigued, quietly watching events unfold while she swallowed chunks of Salisbury steak. It didn't take her long to get invested in the action, peril, and adventure, although it almost seemed like she was soaking up Clark's fond memories and enjoyment. Over the years, he'd concluded that true love was impossible to achieve, but after the day's events, both their intimate cuddling and wild rutting, he realized he just might've found it. By the time they'd reached the duel of wits between the napoleon-esque Vizzini and the mysterious man in black, both of them had finished their food, and after setting their empty trays aside, they didn't hesitate to cuddle right up against one another.

Both human and viper enjoyed the antics on screen, the action, the humor, the romance… all of which seemed to transcend whatever species barrier still remained between them. Having this scaly, snake-like alien coiled in his lap and hugging his arm was anything but uncomfortable for Clark, despite her fangs and poison and penchant for soaking up body heat. He loved her, that much he knew, and he was certain she felt the same way about him. As the film drew to a close with Westly and Buttercup finally together, he looked over to see how Hssara was doing and was barely surprised when she pulled him into a passionate kiss of their own. Her tongue didn't take long to slip into his mouth, and as it did, Clark eagerly met it with his own. The two of them swapped a great deal of spit in the short time they made out, getting far more into it than anything featured on-screen, and they would've eventually taken it to X-rated extremes had Hssara not pulled back and yawned.

Seeing her massive fangs flash inches in front of his face still slightly intimidated Clark, but her semi-guilty expression afterward more than made up for it. “Sorry," she murmured, “I'm just getting a little tired… this is about when my old shift would end. I can stay up a bit longer if you want to watch something else, but I might nap in your lap."

As tempting as it was to let her curl up on his lap, Clark figured there was a good chance he'd wind up pinned to the loveseat for the rest of the night. He could feel fatigue beginning to weigh on him too, and judging by how they'd previously made love, he guessed Hssara would be just as cuddly in her sleep. “Actually, I'm tired, too," he sighed, “Let's just head to bed."

Hssara nodded in agreement, then began the lengthy process of uncoiling herself before heading into his bedroom. However, her human lover split off to perform a few evening rituals, and when he finally entered his own bedroom, he found the now nude viper coiled up on his queen-sized mattress. She had the covers pulled aside invitingly to reveal a human-sized spot, and once Clark graciously laid down, Hssara threw the covers back over them both like a billowing cloak. It took a second for her to get adjusted, body pressing against him from all sides while her face kissed the back of his neck, eager to soak up all the warmth and affection she knew he'd exude. “Goodnight, Clark," she purred in his ear, giving him one last tender squeeze before relaxing.

“Goodnight, Hssara…" On most nights, Clark took a while to finally fall asleep, but somehow he found himself swiftly slipping into oblivion in his lover's arms. Maybe it was the long day at work, maybe it was their intense rutting session… or maybe it was just true love in action.