A Most Terrifying Engagement (closed)

[Poprockz]

"Okay," she responded, curious as to what he might be planning.

She was none-the wiser to his plate-licking antics as she finished off her own food. It was starting to get darker outside, so soon she would have a more difficult time seeing with the lights off. It didn't take her long to be finished, and when she did, she put her plate in the sink and rinsed it off as well. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to humor him, would it?

He had suggested she change into something more comfortable, so she jogged to her room and put on a pair of soft, cotton pajama shorts and a cotton T-shirt that she used when she needed to sleep at a friend or family's house. They were a soft blue color with pink flamingos, courtesy of her dad. Truth be told, she had a matching pair of underwear, bralette, and socks, but she wasn't going to go full-flamingo tonight.

The woman hurried back to the living room only to find it... changed. Her fascination was tempered with a little bit of fear at the sight of the bed with mouths. At least, she assumed it was a bed he was trying to replicate. One could argue that it looked more like a sacrificial slab where virgins would lay before being sacrificed to the old gods, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Um... Vanta?" She asked, hesitantly stepping forward. "Are you... the... well, this?" Her hand came out so she could gently poke the bed with a finger.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

one of the mouths stopped making gentle rain noises and shifted up an down on the side of the bed, imitating a nod.

"Yes!" the mouth said, "I thought of how to help you relax so I...combined some ideas I've heard about over the years. I made myself like water bed so you can float on me, I can make relaxing sounds, do guided breathing exercises, and of course I can also make things a bit darker." He said, reinforcing the curtains a bit more so only a small sliver of light got through, "I can make sure you're nice and comfortable."

He paused, "...but most importantly, I'll be here, so if those bad feelings come, you can reach out and I'll be there," A hand emerged from the surface of the bed and extended itself out, as though it was offering a literal handhold for her.

 

[Poprockz]

Andrea stared at his hand poking out from the mattress and thought to herself that if a stranger had walked into this scene, they might have screamed, fainted, or told her to get the fuck away from the demon bed of eternal relaxation. However, as unsettling as it was at first glance, she could see the undercurrent of his good intentions. The rain sounds, the darkness, the softness of the bed… all things considered, it did seem like a collection of things that could conceivably make someone relax.

It might hurt his feelings if she didn’t at least try it (him?) out, so she resolved to at least lay down.

“That’s… I mean, I’ll give it a shot. Just give me a sec to get situated.”

Tentatively, she took his hand and attempted to get on top of his form. It was wobbly like a water bed all right, and at first she lost her balance and almost fell off the side of it. She probably would have if not for the hand that kept her securely anchored.

With her balance regained, she shuffled on her knees until she was in the middle, at which point she carefully got on her back. This was an exceedingly odd experience so far, but she was very much trying to keep an open mind.

“So um… what kind of breathing exercises do you know? My therapist has me do stomach breaths, but that’s about it,” she spoke, wondering if she was mistaken when she thought she heard one of the mouths making distant cricket sounds.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta thought for a moment. Not knowing an exact name he tossed one together from the various programs he had listened to over the years.

"First we'll start with some guided tandem, boat breathing, close your eyes and match your breathing to mine and imagine you are floating in a stream, as boats float by." Vanta realized he might have messed the idea up but he pushed on through, hoping Andrea wouldn't notice, "Take your time, and match your breaths with mine."

With that, several of the mouths opened and the "bed" swelled under Andrea, carrying her up while also letting her sink into the surface, which had cahnged its tension to be closer to water while still being careful to not actually seep into Andrea's clothes. The tricky part was estimating how long a deep breath should be with a facsimile of human lungs, "Just let yourself float and match my breaths. If you feel uncomfortable, just grab my hand and we'll adjust." He exhaled, again, estimating what a good breath should be, and the bed sunk back down while also letting Andrea bob back up. He paid attention to her breaths and slightly adjusted the length of the inhalations and exhalations to make them a bit more natural.

"Now," he said, "Once you are matching my breaths, focus on the boats that are drifting past you." He changed the sounds from a forest at night to one of a babbling brook and the sound of little boats rocking as they went down a stream, "Imagine each of them are passing by and they are floating past you taking their cargo far away."

The bed continued to breath, letting Andrea float atop it, "just focus on being here now. You are safe and you have nothing to worry about all you need to do is just breath and float in the stream...and if any worries come up you can put them on the boats and they'll go far, far away."

Vanta then stopped talking, focusing only on matching his breaths to her and letting the sound of the brook fill the room. For a moment he thought of how Andrea's warm, shapely body was atop him and with a mere shift and tension, he could have her plunge into his very being...but taking his own advice, he put that thought on one of the metaphorical boats and let it sail away as he did his best to help Andrea relax.

 

[Poprockz]

"Boat breathing" wasn't something she had ever heard of, but between the two of them he was the more traveled one. Vanta was ancient and had likely traveled the world while in comparison she had never even been out of the country. He would get the benefit of the doubt in this case.

As instructed, she closed her eyes and listened to him try to guide her. At first it was difficult to align herself with him; his breaths were a bit too long for her to comfortably do, but she tried her best. However, she soon found the two of them falling into a slow and steady rhythm together. It was soothing, listening to his voice as she bobbed in the "water," and she could feel herself relaxing.

When he stopped talking though and the simple sounds of water and boats took over, she couldn't help but feel anxiety creep up on her again. It felt like there was something in the room watching her, a pair of eyes fixed upon her as she breathed. Something watching and waiting... Lurking around her helpless form. It could be hovering inches from her face or reaching for her feet. It almost felt as though something could swim through Vanta's waters and grab her from below to drag her down into the depths.

Andrea couldn't keep her eyes closed; she had to see, to make sure that there was nothing there. Her eyes opened and she glanced around before closing them again, but the feeling lingered in the quiet room.

Opening her eyes again, she reached out and grabbed his hand once more. "Vanta... could you keep talking? I'm having a hard time relaxing without a guided narration."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta tenderly held her hand, unaware of the truth of Andrea's unease (or that he may have played a part in it), but he was happy to keep talking to Andrea.

"Of course Andrea," He said through a newly developed mouth. He thought for a moment than began a slightly altered narration, "This is not just any river but it is YOUR river," he said, "those boats are your boats, meant only to serve you by taking away your worries. Here you are safe, here the only dangers that are present are the ones you allow to be here and you can send them away with a single thought. The river is there to serve you and help you relax. As you breath in, imagine each breath is filling you with power and security. You are untouchable and radiant even while floating down a river."

For a moment, Vanta felt himself drifting away and visions of another time, of a strange woman who was floating in sea while wearing a needlessly garish outfit of gold and jewels as she floated, being fed grapes by attendants. Vanta quickly pushed that thought into a boat but he swore that the woman in the memory looked at him. Not a post version but the him that was floating Andrea on top of him. more mysteries for later.

"Keep breathing. Feel safe in knowing that this place is for you and only what you want to be here will be here. You can float on alone or hold onto your...shadow's hand." He said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, "Keep breathing and focus on how secure and safe you feel."

 

[Poprockz]

Once again, Andrea closed her eyes to give this another go. The direction in which he took things was unexpected though.

Untouchable and powerful? Those weren’t words she would use to describe herself, much less “radiant.” Those were the types of words one might associate with a goddess, one who was self-assured in their right to command the world around them. Andrea had never felt like she had very much control in her life; insecurity and struggle were more familiar.

The squeeze of his hand was comforting though, and she tried to focus more on his voice and the warm feeling of his palm against hers. Though he was trying to guide her into a specific scenario, she decided to imagine her own. She imagined the two of them lying in the warm sand of a beach, snuggled up to one another as they listened to the waves. The sun would be beaming down on them with a light breeze, though she fantasized him being unaffected by the sun’s rays.

Her heart rate slowed as she listened to his voice and relaxed more. The sun had always made her feel safe for obvious reasons, but more than that it that combined with the reminder that he was there watching over her that really lulled her into a deeper calm.

“Can you change the noises to soft ocean waves?” Andrea opened her mouth to ask for more, but stopped herself. This was his guided relaxation; if she made too many changes to it, he might feel like she was trying to micromanage or control him. Truth be told, she wanted the security of feeling sand underneath her, and while that in of itself would have been enough… part of her wanted a larger version of himself, perhaps the demon version, to hold her. Though Josh had turned out to be a terrible partner, sometimes she found herself missing the nights when he would simply hold her… not unlike the time Vanta had held her the previous night. Being in either a parent’s or a lover’s arms were the safest moments she had ever experienced.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta heard Andrea's request, as well as her cutting off a further request. The request was easy enough but he was more curious by what Andrea was not asking. Then he felt her hand holding his, remembered how she had wanted him to continue his narration...did she want him to be part of her meditation? He didn't want to make what he had intended to be a moment of relaxation for Andrea to just be a chance to physically bond with her (as much he always wanted to) but wouldn't it be even more wrong to deny her what she felt would make her the most relaxed?

Then again...what if he was reading her wrong? what if he wrapped his arms around her and she panicked or pushed him away? Vanta pondered then made his decision:

"The river gives way to a vast ocean. The gentle current becomes a large wave that carries you up and up," The bed grew taller, floating Andrea almost up to the ceiling as the bottom turned into a pair of legs from which spewed countless grains of obsidian sand, "and then sends you gently towards a beach where you picked up out of the water by someone you know."

The water like surface of the bed rocked Andrea, tilting her back and then raising her back up until her back was against his newly formed chest. He beat his wings, his demon form seeming natural to him and sat down with Andrea between his legs, with one hand wrapped around her waist while the other gingerly held her hand. Her bottom and feet were resting on the sand, which Vanta warmed: he was more used to cold beacheds with overcast weather but he was able to estimate what a warm beach would be like. He even managed to make a gentle breeze carry across the two of them as he had sounds of the ocean waves lapping against the beach.

"You're now resting against this person on the beach, you're not alone but you can make them leave if you wish or enjoy their company. This is your beach and you are safe here. you feel the sand between your toes, the sun warming your skin, and a gentle breeze is carried in from the ocean as a new wave is brought in with each of your breaths."

Vanta warmed the shadows around Andrea to imitate the sun as well warmed his own body. He matched the sound of the waves to Andrea's breath and then found himself quite relaxed as well. He couldn't help but hold her a bit tighter and rested his cheek against hers.

"Just relax and enjoy the sounds of the ocean and the feeling of being on the beach. You're safe here, you're comfortable here, you're loved here." Vanta's eyes shot open, he hadn't meant to intrude, "I-I mean, you're free to relax here until your ready to get up. Just keep breathing and take all the time you need."

 

[Poprockz]

Andrea couldn't help but flail slightly at the large swell of the water, though the next moment as his narration would state, she found herself "on the beach" resting securely against him. How was it that he had practically read her mind? Perhaps he had presumed that by requesting ocean sounds she had been desiring a warm day on the beach to imagine; it wasn't too far of a leap to make. Regardless, she was happy to feel the warmth of the sand against her feet.

Speaking of warmth... she was surprised to find that not only the sand was warm, but it actually felt like she was under a very gentle heat lamp. How was he doing that? It was just another mystery regarding what Vanta was capable of. In any case, she enjoyed it. Or rather, it was very soothing. So soothed was she that she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be held as her heart rate slowed and the tension left her body.

She found it to be rather considerate that he had given her the option of banishing him if she wanted, though she had no intention of doing so. His physical presence was aiding in her relaxed state, after all. His chest was firm against her back, a pillar of safety. The arms around her held her as though he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her while she was in his embrace. Even if something was watching her, waiting to try to grab her, Andrea trusted that it would be impossible to wrestle her from his grasp.

His words put a little smile on her face. Though she didn't feel the same way yet, it was one of the first times she had heard him say that he loved her without her feeling conflicted feelings because of it. Perhaps it was the meditation they were doing, but it only served to lull her further.

Was it the heat that made her chest feel warm? That was probably it...

At that moment she had no desire to go anywhere, lost in the sunny beach daydream she had been granted. Her breathing further slowed and time started to have less meaning. Before she had realized it, Andrea fell asleep. It wasn't the terror-stricken faint that she had experienced down in the basement, but a true sleep brought on by safety and comfort.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta kept the sounds of the ocean and the warmth of the "beach" going for a while longer, wanting to make sure Andrea was truly asleep before he ended the meditation. Once their breaths were finally out of sync and Andrea let out a soft snore, he finally drew the "sand" and warmth back in, though he kept his arms around her, not wanting to lose the physical contact with Andrea. It was strange: not even an hour before, he had been tempted to let her sink into his body yet now, when she was even more vulnerable, he didn't feel any desire to do that. He didn't even feel the nearly overwhelming lust he felt around Andrea; he just felt warm and content as he held her.

"Maybe these breathing exercises were good for me too," Vanta joked to himself. Though, maybe there was some truth to it. He wasn't worried about the deadline to get Andrea to agree to marry him, he wasn't thinking about all of the memories he didn't recall before today: he was just in the moment, holding the woman he loved against his body, listening to her slumber. For her to fall asleep on him, she must have been very relaxed, and trusted him. Vanta felt a new kind of warmth and briefly hugged Andrea to him.

As Vanta rose, carefully carrying Andrea in his arms so she didn't wake up, he felt drained. It was strange. He had used his powers but he hadn't stretched himself thin. He reached Andrea's bedroom and carefully pulled the sheet aside before he laid her down, setting her head against the pillow, then putting BaaBaa in front of her arms if she wanted to grab it in the night. He was tempted to join her but she hadn't invited him. Besides,

"I've got to set up the uh...the thing," He was having trouble thinking, he felt like a light fog was pressing down on his mind, "Have to learn about tiling so I can help." His mouth opened and he let out a yawn. Was he tired?

He felt a scratch on his leg. He looked down and saw a tiny Vanta waving at him, as if he was saying "I got this boss!" He didn't remember making that one but he merely nodded and let it go off to mess with the device-yawn-whatever it was called. He then looked at Andrea and thought of how comfortable she had been with him holding her. Even if she hadn't given him permission, she had seemed to really feel comfortable when he was holding her, so why shouldn't he join her now? If he was wrong, she could scold him and he'd learn from it but if he was right and he left her, she might wake up alone and nervous.

Not that Vanta had much of a choice: he soon found it difficult to stay awake and he barely had time to slide into bed with Andrea, pull the sheets over them, wrap his arms around her front and give the top of her head a gentle kiss before he lost his vision and with a gentle sigh, went to sleep. It was a new experience but it didn't seem dangerous, just different.

As Vanta slept he even had a dream. Not much of one, but one that made him smile as he let out a gentle snore. It was about him and Adrea dancing together like they had days before, but this time, Andrea took the lead and pulled him to her, guiding his hands over her body with a mischievous smile before she ran her hands over his body. The dance continued and they began to pull each other closer and closer, till it was difficult to tell where one of them ended and one of them began. Vanta wasn't sure what it meant but it made him feel comfortable and he was able to sleep peacefully, his body holding his beloved gently as it waited for her to awaken.

 

[Poprockz]

When had she fallen asleep? Oh yeah… She had been doing the relaxation session with Vanta and it had been warm and nice. Speaking of which…

Andrea drowsily opened her eyes and looked up to find herself snuggled against his chest, the woman having had turned over during her slumber. He was breathing softly with his eyes closed, and if she didn’t know better she would say that he looked like he was sleeping. He even let out a soft snore. It was very convincing, but she found it hard to believe that he was actually snoozing. As far as she knew, he didn’t need to recharge like that. They had never talked about whether he could though, she supposed.

Who knew if he had started out with his arms around her, but they certainly had ended up that way in the position they found themselves in. She couldn’t say she took any issue with this, being that waking up in her own bed after falling asleep in his embrace might have been a bit confusing.

Her eyes studied his face and she wondered to herself what a shadow would dream of. Would the stars and planets be dancing around his mind, or would he travel back to past memories of places he had been?

She glanced at the clock and found that it had been about an hour and a half since dinner. That being said… Andrea didn’t feel in any rush to get up, simply watching his sleeping face for a minute. He looked so innocent…

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta continued to slumber, though his body did react to Andrea and hugged her close as the dream continued, with their dancing bodies stopping their swirling and coming together in a tight embrace. As the dream Vanta laid a kiss on the dream Andrea's forehead, his body responded in kind, with his lips placing themselves on the top of Andrea's head. However, the texture of Andrea's hair on Vanta's lips finally broke him out of his stubor. His eyelids slowly opened, though not groggily like a normal person might, no drool, no blinking to adjust, just a pair of green eyes that were now open and looking down on Andrea as a smile formed on his lips.

"Andrea?" He asked whimsically, "I think I went to sleep?" He asked bemusedly, confused over the possibility but somewhat amused by the experience, "I had a dream too. We were dancing and you looked so happy." His smile grew larger: he had dreamed of her in his arms and then woke up with her against his chest. His dreams did lack imagination, but they did seem to come true.

He let one hand go up to her hair and began to stroke the back of her head, "Did you dream of anything while you slept?" He asked, "It really made me happy to help you relax, Andrea." he added, remembering the feeling of her falling asleep in his arms. As he awaited her response, he felt a stirring in his loins as he felt her pressed against his chest. While he still felt contentment, his baser needs were starting to come forward.

 

[Poprockz]

Oh? So he actually was asleep. That was interesting. The way he said it made it sound like it was the first time he slept, and she was gathering that it truly was the case. It was nice to hear that his first dream was of something pleasant. After all, dreams had a way of devolving into weird scenarios as far as she was concerned. When she slept, she either had nightmares, steamy/romantic dreams, or very bizarre ones that didn't seem to make sense.

"Yeah... I had a dream that you were dressed up like a woman and that you tried to seduce my dad," she couldn't help but smirk in amusement at the memory. "I think it would have worked, but my mom showed up and chased you off." There was a laugh as she remembered her mom running after him with slices of Hawaiian pizza in her hands to smack him with. The hand petting the back of her head felt very intimate, as though they were a couple that was cuddling in the bed after a night of vigorous love-making.

"Thank you..." She smiled sheepishly at him, "it seems like your relaxation techniques worked a little too well though. Sorry about falling asleep on you- feel free to wake me up if that happens again."

Her body shifted slightly and she thought to herself how nice and warm it felt to be in his arms against his chest. Though... was he shirtless? She had become rather used to Vanta wearing clothes in his more humanoid forms, but the chest she felt was bare. That called into question whether the rest of him was also bare. Was he... naked?

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

To even Vanta's surprise he had a good laugh at Andrea's dream, "Well I'm glad your mother was there to protect your father's honor and that she kept me from doing something inappropriate." Vanta stopped to catch his breath, or at least as close as he could to imitating that. He then saw her sheepish smile and he felt a warmth swell within his chest.

"Ah, but if I woke you up, I'd miss your cute little snores," He said, then playfully made a loud Skronk noise, which he then chuckled all the more, "I'm just kidding. But I don't mind you sleeping. Or rather, it kind of made me happy. While I wasn't aiming for you to fall asleep, the fact you felt comfortable enough around me to fall asleep-and what's more," he continued, letting one of his hands snake back around to hers, "the fact that you asked me to keep talking to you and held my hand made me feel like you really trusted me and that felt wonderful."

He guided her hand his chest to his naked back and down to his firm buttocks as his hand moved down to her lower back but didn't let his fingers go as far. He kissed her forehead and then let his hand travel up Andrea's back, letting his fingertips trace up her spine before sailing through her hair, up the little curve of her neck and then resting at the back of Andrea's head, which he tilted up to his face.

"And it's that trust I'd like to keep as well as put my own trust in," Vanta said, looking into Andrea's gorgeous eyes, "Earlier today, I know I did several things without your consent but I also said that I wanted to take the lead tonight." He moved his face closer till his lips could feel the warmth from Andrea's face, "I'd still like to so I will ask your permission every step of the way and I trust you'll tell me if I've gone too far or not gone far enough."

His tongue quickly darted out and moistened his lips, "Andrea, may I kiss you on the lips?" He paused, "And then may I keep kissing you?"

 

[Poprockz]

He had such a nice laugh, one that gave her the feeling of being around a warm fireplace with a comforting cup of cocoa in one's hand. She couldn't help but smile a bit wider from it. Though the little snore made her roll her eyes in an embarrassed reflex. It wasn't uncommon to snore while sleeping (Vanta himself having snored in his slumber), but the idea of him witnessing her snoring loudly or drooling was admittedly a little embarrassing nonetheless.
Why did she trust him as much as she did, she wondered. By all means, she could probably have stood to be more guarded considering their past, but she couldn't help but feel as though he truly wouldn't let anything happen to her if he could help it. He was winning her over bit by bit with his actions as well as his words.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his supple ass against her palm. Ah, so he was indeed naked. Despite this revelation, she didn't remove her hand nor did she shrink away from him. She had wondered before, but she again wondered: what exactly did he mean by "taking the lead?" Did that simply mean that he was going to be more upfront about asking for what he wanted, or something else? Or perhaps he simply meant that he would be on top this time? It was possible that Vanta thought that a couple merely took terms in acting as the instigator and that it was only right that he do his part. He was sweet, and his kisses could be passionate, but she wasn't sure she could picture a Vanta in any sort of unrestrained, rough, or dominant state.

So far from what she had observed, Vanta seemed to like the idea of Andrea being the one that was more forward. His fantasy when she had jerked him off, their time in bed last night, and even earlier that day... she worried once again whether he was simply trying to mold himself into something that she wanted rather than following his own instincts.

"You can, but I just wanted you to know that you don't have to take the lead if you don't want to," she murmured, tilting her face so that her forehead touched his, her eyes cast downward so as not to make the conversation too awkward. "I mean, I know you want to... do things with me, but I don't want you to try to make yourself into someone you're not because you think it's what I want. If you feel more comfortable letting me lead, then just let me know. It's not something we have to trade off on or anything."

Only after she finished speaking did shel lift her gaze to him and return her lips near his for his tasting pleasure.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta listened to Andrea patiently. He could see her point: he had been focusing himself around what he thought she wanted. While he had expressed his desires they were mostly long term: wanting to get married for example. Otherwise he had focused most of his requests around things that he thought would help Andrea or endear himself to her.

He saw her offered lips and it took all of his effort to not latch his own lips upon hers and then back down from his intentions and settle for a passionate yet far safer act than Vanta was dying to experience with Andrea. His form changed as he looked down on her offered lips and her angelic face, his torso shrunk until it was slightly smaller than his demon form, the wings folded and the joints swirled to create a separate set of shoulder blades and arms which reached out and gently cupped her face tenderly. The hand that stroked Andrea's back lifted and then slid under her shirt, it's palms now bearing small serpentine scales that glided over her skin. While he was technically still keeping his hands in areas Andrea had said were safe, there was a more possessive, intimate touch that emanated from his hand as it carressed her under her shirt. Meanwhile, under Andrea's hand, the firm buttocks erupted into larger smooth scales and his legs pressed together to becomes one appendage, before growing out into a long, strong tail that encircled the bed and even wrapped around parts of the mattress that Andrea wasn't on until it was practically outlining her.

Once changed, Vanta finally spoke in a tone that was loving yet firm:

"Andrea, I love you and I love the intimate moments we've shared but I'm not asking this because I think it will please you, though I certainly hope it will," He added, letting his upper left hand stroke her cheek as his lower right let its scaly fingertips travel up her spine, "I'm not asking this because I want to take turns or I believe I am returning a favor, I'm asking because I have desires that are driving me mad and I want to explore them with you as you've awakened them in me. Andrea," He made sure to look her in the eyes as he spoke so she would understand this was not an idle request, "I want to be selfish with you for a bit, I want to take pleasure from you as I give it to you, I want wrap myself around you and feel you writhe in ecstacy as I make love to you. I want to hear you scream out my name and dig your fingertips into me. I want to feel your heart race and your pulse quicken under my fingertips. I want to lick the sweat from your skin and kiss every inch of you. I want to leave you exhausted and panting and then pull you against my chest, run my fingers through your hair and kiss your drool soaked lips and listen to your pants become gentle murmurs of sleep as we lie together in bed."

His confession done, Vanta finally allowed himself to seize Andrea's lips in a fierce kiss that was brief but still radiated with all the bottled up energy that had just been unleashed. The hands that held Andrea's cheeks circled around and traveled down her back where they let their fingertips reach under the hem of her shirt as his lower hands rested on the waistband of her shorts. Neither set tugged or pulled as he kissed her but the intent was obvious: he wanted to take her clothes off and have nothing between them but their warm flesh. Even as the kiss broke, Vanta did not take advantage of the situation, his new limbs, or his superior strength, he merely looked into his beloved's eyes and spoke.

"Andrea, sometimes I desire you so much it's maddening. I don't want you as prey but as a man desiring his partner. I want to claim you as mine-but, I didn't feel comfortable expressing that until now. I needed to know I could trust you to tell me if I was going too far and I needed to know that I could hold myself if you told me no. I want you in the most passionate way but while I want to push you to your limits and leave you exhausted, I want to explore where the compromise is between what we desire."

He kissed her again, letting his lips linger upon hers, giving her time to consider. He tried to infuse a more gentle touch to let her know there was still an emotional passion in addition to the lustful longing he had for her. when the second kiss ended, he let his lips part from hers so slowly that it was almost silent.

"So Andrea, let me ask you, now that you know what I want, may I take the lead tonight? Can I put my trust in you to tell me if I'm pushing you too far and can you trust me to see and hear you and respect your wishes?" Vanta asked.

 

[Poprockz]

Though the room was dim, she could still see the change that was happening as his body morphed into a different form. Her eyes watched curiously, the woman wondering what exactly he was turning into. While the stroke of his fingertips on the skin of her back might have clued her in, she was distracted by the way the texture felt and the shiver of arousal it sent down her spine. It wasn't until his legs consolidated and she could feel the scales at her own fingertips that she realized that he was turning into a man/snake hybrid.

Regardless of what he turned into, he was still Vanta. Furthermore, the form he chose certainly wasn't something that would make her balk. It was actually... rather sexy in her opinion. Though it occurred to her that she wasn't sure if snakes had dicks or not; she thought they just had cloacas or something.

It was difficult to keep herself maintaining eye-contact as he professed all the things he wanted to do to her. All of it left her quite flustered with reddening cheeks. She had no idea he had felt such things towards her. Sure, he had made it clear that he had a sex drive and was attracted to her as a man, but he hadn't given her an indication that he had such an intense carnal hunger for her. The way he talked and kissed her made it seem as though he had been holding himself back, keeping his own lustful inclinations at bay while trying to woo her in a softer manner.

How long had he been feeling this way? Perhaps these feelings had been awakened after their time in the attic, slowing building like an ember that grows to a scorching blaze. Would she melt under the heat of his desire, or would they forge something new between them? Also... What would those scales feel like wrapped around her once her clothes were off? There was no doubt in her mind that one way or another, her clothes would be coming off.

"I..." The word lingered in the air as she averted her eyes. What would it mean to agree with this? Andrea got the feeling that he was like a champagne bottle that had been shaken vigorously. Once the cork was popped, there might be no going back. Still, while she was still a bit shy about being completely naked around him, she couldn't deny that part of her wanted him to see her, to take her, to show her what his selfish desires were.

"Yes. You can," she answered softly. The hand that wasn't still on his ass went to his chest and she met his eyes once more. "But um... just keep in mind that if you break this bed, I'm going to have to ask you to fix it." She wasn't sure what had possessed her to make that joke, but she suspected it was nerves.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta heard the hesitation, saw Andrea Avert her eyes, and prepared for a rejection or even a denial of his desires. He still held her tight, wanting to at least enjoy the skinship they shared for as long as possible. At least he had said the words, that was at least-and then she said "yes."

Vanta listened to her request and let out a giggle at her joke, "Andrea, I'm ready to rebuild this bed over and over again and make it as sturdy as it needs to be." He flashed a hungry smile and then his lips were upon her. His hunger and lust fueled his kiss and he raised himself and Andrea up off the bed using his new serpentine form until their heads were almost touching the ceiling. As his tongue reached out and flicked against Andrea's own, he let his bottom hands tug at her shorts, and lowered them past her buttocks, with the tip of his long tail traveling up to grab hold of her waistband to finish pulling them off her legs.

He broke the first kiss and let his lips descend to side of her neck where he nibbled at the side, using his lips to feel the blood pulse through her arteries. His upper arms snuck back under Andrea's shirt but only raised the garment to beneath her breasts: while Andrea had given him free reign, Vanta recgonized that Andrea had been the most hesitant about allowing Vanta to see that part of her naked. He didn't want to force himself past her hesitation on that, so he instead planted another fierce kiss upon Andrea's lips and half-whispered a command,

"Andrea, when you are ready to fully bare yourself to me, take off your shirt...but not a moment before you are ready." He said before letting his lips lock with hers once again. As he ended the kiss he briefly held her upper lip between his pair, and pulled back with low groan and a trail of spit. His lower arms then dug their fingertips into her bountiful ass cheeks and pulled her against him so the thickest part of his scaled tale was driving her legs apart. He curved his tail under her into a light curve He pulled forward and back with his hands on her ass and his thick tail, slowly letting the ribs and scales pass between her legs and beneath her mound. As he felt Andrea's labia travel against him, a swelling in his tail formed, as though something was trying to force its way out under the ribbed section. Yet Vanta did not seemed distressed or in pain, instead, he merely kissed her again, and continued to make her ride atop his shifting scales.

"How does it feel Andrea? To have your legs around me? To have your ass squeezed and pulled as you're made to slide over my body. I want to make you wet Andrea, before claim you I want to feel my tail become slick with your nectar and taste your scent on the air before I finally plunge my tongue in to feel your taste in my mouth." Vanta was being honest but even he was surprised with how easily he had become loquacious about the topic, he felt his desire grow and he released one of the hands buried in Andrea's ass and gave her cheek a kick slap before digging his fingers in again, As he did so, the narrow tip of his tail circled up and under Andrea, going underneath her and spreading her labia as she rode atop his tail and let the very tip vibrate against her clit, giving her special attention as she rode him.

He locked her into yet another warm kiss and then parted as he watched her face to judge her reaction to the new source of stimulation and listened for what her answer would be.

 

[Poprockz]

The way he described rebuilding the bed over and over until it was sturdy enough gave her the impression that he was confident that this wasn't going to be the last time they would mutually allow him to be forward or even rough with her. She didn't have to wait long to see why he was assuming such a thing.

A muffled noise of surprise was elicited when they moved upwards, and her hands relocated to his shoulders to make herself feel more secure. Though she understood that Vanta would never drop her intentionally, she still needed to feel like she had some control over her own safety. Her body soon relaxed once more into his kiss and she soon felt her lower half being disrobed. The action really hammered in the fact that tonight was the night that they would be entangled in the most intimate of embraces. It made her pulse quicken, and she was sure he could feel it from the touch of her skin as he graced her neck with his sweet lips.

She was honestly touched that he was deferring to her when it came to her own comfort. By all means, he could have stripped her shirt and bralette from her and she would have been fine with that. Still, it showed that he had been observant and cared about her feelings regardless of whether he had been given free rein or not.

Though she was immensely turned on by him physically grinding her against him, she couldn't help but feel more aroused by what he was saying. None of her previous partners had been good at "dirty talk," though she wasn't sure whether his words could be described as such. He was far too eloquent, as though he was whispering words of sexual poetry to her, spoken for the sole purpose of seducing her beyond all hope.

The smack to her ass was unexpected but not unwelcome, and it caused her to let out a little "oh!" sound. He had seemed to be completely naive when it came to "causing pain for pleasure's sake" when they had their previous conversation about rules, but now she suspected that he wasn't as clueless as he appeared. Either that or he had done a little research on the topic when she wasn't looking. Regardless, she found herself enjoying the slight sting it brought to her cheek.

How did it feel? How was she supposed to give him an answer to such a question when she had his tail buzzing against her clit like that? By this point she would be surprised if she wasn't already starting to smear some of her nectar on his scales as he moved her with those strong hands.

Andrea reached down and pulled her shirt up and off over her head before dropping it to the floor, now clad only in a soft blue bralette. She hadn't thought she would need a supportive bra for Vanta's earlier relaxation session, so she had gone with something more minimal. Her hands went behind herself and she unclasped it from the back. The garment was slid from her slender shoulders, down her arms, and flicked to the floor as well, leaving her completely naked before him. She had not a scrap of clothing to hide behind now. This time though, it was completely by her own choice.

In that moment she felt rather vulnerable; despite this, she looked up at Vanta with desire in her eyes, one of her hands now drifting over the skin of his neck to caress his cheek. Her other hand moved down his upper left arm until she had his wrist in-hand, slowly guiding his palm until it was against her plump, warm breast.

It was then that he got his answer. "It feels like my heart might beat out of my chest. I-mm. I'm not sure I've ever been so turned on. I don't think I can be as- ah!" She shuddered and leaned more against his chest as the tip of his tail rubbed against her with a little more pressure. "I mean, I don't think I can be as well-spoken as you right now, but it feels really, really good, and I-" she panted and closed her eyes, "you're so sexy, Vanta. The way you touch me, the way you kiss me the way you talk to me..."

Her eyes opened and he was fixed with a pleading look, "please don't stop- I want you."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta's eyes went wide as Andrea removed her last bits of clothing and bared herself to him as she continued to ride his tail and have the tip flick against her sensitive bean, his lower half continuing the action out of mechanical movement while Vanta's mind was stunned with the gorgeous sight in front of him and then the feeling of Andrea's full breast resting against the palm of his hand. He could feel her heart beat out a rapid tempo as she spoke her words to him through little pants that only excited Vanta further. As Andrea opened her eyes and she made her final plea, Vanta fell in love with her all over again and felt his lustful hunger rise again.

His lips seized hers once again and as his tongue took in the warmth of her mouth and slithered to dance with her own flexible organ, his hand played with her breast, at first gently squeezing its flesh then working his scaled fingers over her areola, teasing her nipple out between his fingers as his lips pressed and sucked against Andrea's stealing her moans and pants even as he delivered his own muffled groans beneath the kiss. When he finally released Andrea from the kiss, he spoke with the tone of a gourmet who had taken the bite of what he knew would be a most sumptuous banquet.

"And I want you Andrea. I know you can't see thorugh my eyes but you are perfection and beauty made flesh, I need you. I need to feel your bood pulse, I need to have your taste upon my lips, I need to hear your sweet moans, and smell your lovely scent join with mine as our desires grow." He lifted her up and with his arms and suckled on her nipple, his tongue teasing the tip before he released it, now wet with his spit, "I love you and I crave you," He repeated the ritual with her other breast, "I hunger for you." He lowered her and kissed her again on the lips, "So i won't stop and you don't need to worry about words: every little pant, every little squeal, every little tremble of your body tells me a lot...and with what we're feeling right now, maybe words aren't needed."

As if to prove the point, Vanta stopped talking and leaned Andrea down onto his coiiled tail. The tip kept rubbing between her labia and flicking against Andrea's clit but the fattest part of the tail moved from between her legs to under her midsection while Vanta traveled down her belly, kissing a trail down her belly as his hand alternated between sinking into her soft breasts and seizing and squeezing her firm buttocks. he briefly let his tongue travel across and even tease into her belly button, appreciating the taste of navel, then suddenly his body reoriented itself on the bed. The coiled tail wrapped around Andreas midsection and turned her onto her side as Vanta flipped around so his upper arms were spreading her thighs, letting him lick between her legs, while the lower ones stroked up her back.

Meanwhile, as Vanta's tongue made its journey up/down her thighs and began to lick at the sweat and nectar that the previous tail ride and flicking had teased forth, the bulge that had growing under part of his tail pressed against his horizontal stripes and emerged near Andrea's face. It wasn't painful, it was as though the stripe had been a waist band, and what emerged was not the barbed penises of a snake but rather two flexible thin cocks with small, half mushroom tips on them. The twin cocks snaked out, each pulsing with desire and their tips already covered in precum. The one on the right (from Andrea's perspective) snaked its way to her breasts, where it mashed its head upon her suckled nipples while the one on the left rubbed against her cheek. Each one desperate for attention as Vanta's tongue snaked inside of Andrea, drinking her nectar directly from the source.

 

[Poprockz]

Perhaps he was right: words didn't seem to be needed beyond that point (though his final words served only to disarm her further). She could hear him in everything he did. When his tongue moved lithely against her skin it denoted a hunger to consume her in her entirety. Each kiss was an expression of insatiable love, and every caress of his scales was a promise that she wouldn’t slip from his grasp- that she was secure in every meaning of the word.

He received an answer when her nipples became more pert, when her pulse raced, when her breath would catch or moan. She was beguiled by his seductive movements, allowing him to manipulate her body however he liked with no resistance. On the first night they had reunited, Andrea had to explain what passion entailed to a clueless shadow who only knew the hollow mechanics. Now she could feel the passion being exuded from him and it stirred up her own longing. Not just for sex, but for intimacy and to feel cherished.

There was a shift in the way she viewed him as well, similarly to how things had shifted when he first professed genuine attraction to her in a physical sense. This time, it was a shift in his maturity and identity as a person. She had previously thought that he was simply happy moulding himself and his behavior into whatever he thought would make her happiest. Now she knew that he had his own desires that were independent of Andrea herself even if they concerned her. He wanted to be one in control of things tonight not because he thought she wanted it, but because he did. It intrigued her and only made him more attractive.

Her toes curled when his tongue entered her, and she knew it wasn't going to be too much longer before she came. That being said, she wasn't going to just lay around and wait for her own orgasm while neglecting his.

Reaching down, she caught one of his cocks between her breasts and then used her arm to push and hold her breasts together. It was now sandwiched in her warm, pillowy bosom, poking out at the very top. At the same time, she wrapped her hand around the base of the other and licked it from base to tip. A moan was drawn forth and she huffed before eagerly inviting it between her pink lips and into her mouth. He had gotten a preview before with his fingers, but now he was getting to experience the real deal.

His long cock slipped over her tongue as she moved her head in a bobbing motion. She relished the sensation of his hot erection rubbing against her tightly-sealed lips. It made her feel slutty, sucking on someone's dick with such enthusiasm, but she figured he had earned it. Occasionally she would pause and squirm with muffled sounds of pleasure, but mostly she was dedicated to making him feel just as good as she was. She tried to time her bobs with the movement of her chest, trying to massage his other length in the now-slick space in-between her tits.

At this point she didn’t care whether or not his cum was supposed to be consumed or not; if it wasn’t then she was sure Vanta would have either warned her or would have a solution for that dilemma after the fact. Regardless, there was no doubt in her mind that his cum was ending up right in her stomach by the time she was done.

His precum was sweet, unlike the cum she had typically taken in the past; the creamy liquid tasted like very mild-flavored/sweetened icing. It was clear he was just taking a guess at its flavor, having never consumed some himself. She wasn’t going to disabuse him of that though- sweet cum was preferable after all.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

As Vanta continued his ministrations on Andrea's clit and drank deep from within her slit, he felt Andrea begin her own affections on his paired cocks. He at first tried to hold back his own moan but decided instead to be fully open with Andrea, even with his involuntary reactions. He groaned and gasped ss Andrea wrapped her breasts around one of his cocks and then a shudder went through his whole body and every inch of his coiled tail which was wrapped around her midsection as she took its twin her mouth and began to bob and suck on his writhing phallus. The new sensation claimed all of his attention and for the briefest moment, his body went slack and bestial groan of lust eruptd out of his throat as he felt her full pink lips draw his member in and suck tightly against him, practically suctioning his precum and thick, sweet seed out of him. Each bob pushed him closer and closer to the edge and he was tempted to just surrender and let Andrea get him off so he could enjoy what would surely be his greatest orgasm so far.

Yet, as that temptation robbed him of his motivation to give in return, his hands, which were now resting on Andrea's lithe, gorgeous body, felt Andrea's quickened pulse as her arousal began to peak. Underneath her skin, he felt her muscles shifting and felt small beads of sweat form and roll down her skin. His tongue, which still slowly lapped at Andrea's slit, tasted a change in her nectar and felt the tensions in her loins as she shifted against his face. Here he was, having stated he wanted to take the lead mere minutes before yet here he was merely basking in the pleasure of Andrea's touch, giving little back.

Well that would not do one bit: with a sudden groan that turned into a snarl, Vanta threw caution to the wind and grew a second, longer tongue, that dipped deep within Andrea's pussy and rolled against her inner walls while its upper half took turns rubbing its rough tastebuds against the clit and then moving aside for his vibrating tail tip. His upper hands meanwhile went to her firm buttocks with a brief slap and then dug his fingers into each perfect cheek and pulled them apart. Vanta had not thought to try and savor the taste or run a tongue betwixt her crevice, yet, with the new hunger that coursed through him, he wanted to take in every forbidden pleasure and take every opportunity to push his dear Andrea over the edge. His upper tongue slipped between her cheeks as his hands continued the task of holding them apart. The tip of his tongue soon found her crinkled starfish and at first flicked against it and then dipped inside of it and began to writhe and squirm. Vanta had no idea what taste to expect yet the new flavor combined with the taste of her flowing nectar excited him in new ways. his lower hands traveled up her back and rested on her shoulder blades before giving them gentle circles to massage her.

As his tongues explored Andrea, Vanta's cock finally surrendered, went rigid, and released a thick load within Andrea's mouth. Andrea's thoughts had been correct: Vanta knew that cum was sticky and thick and that some women enjoyed its taste, but he had no idea what the taste was, so, wanting to make a more appropriate facsimilie than what he had before he had assumed a combination of sweet and savory. His load was thick and pooled within her mouth while hise second cock reached up desperately from being pillowed between her breasts, wanting to also experiencing the pleasure of her lips and tongue before it too released its load and had to combine with its brother to engage in the next level of intimacy.

Meanwhile Vanta groaned and shifted, even as his tongues continued to explore Andrea. He wanted to taste her and feel her writhe within his coiled tail and atop his tongue as she orgasmed as well. He only craved her more and more and felt more enthused to find new pleasures to explore with her.

 

[Poprockz]

"Ooh!" She shuddered at his spongy appendage lithely slipping inside her pussy. He had dipped in before, but now she could feel him as deep as he had been when she was riding his face in the attic. It was no less pleasing this second time, but she felt his tongue slipping out all too soon.

Where was his tongue going, she wondered? "Mm!" The sting of his slap distracted her, the sensation fading into a dull glow of warmth. She thought she could feel the wetness of his tongue in an unexpected place.

Wait, was he-

She didn't even get time to fully process the fact that he had licked her tight ring before she experienced the unique sensation of his long tongue entering it and then squirming inside her. One could argue that there were few things more intimate or vulnerable as having someone's tongue in your ass, and she had to agree. It felt wrong in a really, really good way.

A squeal of surprise had vibrated up his shaft before she relaxed, a groan of pleasure following after. She was rewarded for her submission to his anal aspirations with his cum. There was a lot of it, Andrea gulping down the mouthful she received before receiving yet another mouthful from his second cock. That soon followed, two mouthfuls of his cum now residing in her belly.

With her mouth now free, she couldn't contain her whimpers and cries of pleasure as he gave her an oral experience that a lot of women would kill for. Her sounds increased in frequency and pitch until her feminine wails gave him an explicit warning that her orgasm was but a moment away. When that moment came, she held on to his tail, eyes squeezed shut as it hit her. With a tongue in her ass, and one against her clit, her pussy was free to squirt uninhibited. There was no controlling it, her body wracking with the powerful, thunderous bliss as she painted his chin and neck with her juices.

When it had passed, her body went limp, not unlike his cocks once they had jettisoned their own loads. Her mind buzzed, but she couldn't think of anything to say. Perhaps it was more that nothing needed to be said; they had both traded pleasure for pleasure, though she assumed that she got the better end of that trade. How could anything compare to such a feeling?

Though no words were spoken, she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes met his and within her own there was not only longing, but admiration and fondness. Surely it was fondness? That was the closest feeling that she could equate it to, though that didn't quite seem to do it justice.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta shuddered and panted from the twin orgasms that rocked through his body. He had kept his connection to his seed as it traveled down her delicate throat and into her belly, only severing it as it spread out within her. Each gulp of the thick, sweet batter gave him another shudder and heightened his pleasure and drew out his orgasm, letting the pleasure resonate throughout him until his entire serpentine form was practically vibrating as its coils shuddered around Andrea's own quivering form.

Yet even with his nerves aflame with pleasure and his moans turning into panting, Vanta continued to minister to Andrea. Licking and kissing her most sensitive places and lapping at her divine nectar until her body went limp and an equally intense afterglow ignited within him and spread throughout his form, from the tip of his now combined tongue to, throughout his coils, and to the tips of his twin cocks, which, even limp, began to wrap together into one larger shaft, the tip of his tail which finally stopped vibrating against her clit, as the afterglow turned into a literal comforting warmth. The serpentine body relaxed its grip on Andrea's form and Vanta's face, his lips slathered in Andrea's sweat and nectar finally turned to look upon Andrea's gorgeous visage.

The look upon Andrea's face ensnared and held Vanta's heart, even as his body surrendered to pleasure. He saw the longing, oh, how he too felt longing for her. Yet within that was something warmer, a happiness to be with him. He dare not yet hope for love but even seeing a type of affection in Andrea's eyes gave him a sense of delight that soothed his overwhelming lust, even if it was only temporarily. His own eyes beamed with love, lust and admiration for the woman he had become so enraptured with.

Seeing her face with that expression pulled him up from between her thighs and uncoil himself from Andrea, not to release her, but rather to allow himself to crawl with his scaled chest and long tail up Andrea's warm body. He delivered kisses on her warm, sweaty flesh, though the kisses were to comfort places where the coils might have gripped too tight while they were in the throes of passion, or soothe places where his fingers may have dug too deep. The kisses were meant to comfort, heal and soothe, not to titillate, his hands traveled up her back, massaging more abused areas, to work her muscles and help them relax before they would finally mate in rough, coital bliss. When his face was finally at the same level as hers, he let his tail wrap around both of them; loose enough to not restrict breathing, but tight enough that their flesh and body heat were directly interacting with each other.

Vanta kissed Andrea softly, a long, achingly gentle kiss that was soft and demanded nothing, even as his tongue flicked out to let her know her own taste. His eyes carried the same look of longing, love and warmth he had when had seen her face moments before but now that he was next to those glorious eyes, he felt a strange sense of intimidation, like he was holding a wonder that was not meant for him. He knew Andrea would not want him putting her on a pedestal yet this moment felt like a work of art that was beyond perfection. Vanta almost didn't want to speak, to not take the risk of ruining this precious peace, yet he had to check on his beloved Andrea, to see that she was doing well and was prepared for what came next.

Vanta looked at her and finally spoke, "Andrea, I know I said there were things that words would only ruin, yet before we go further, I first want to let you know that this moment and what we have shared so far tonight has been a wonder I will treasure for all time." He pressed his forehead against hers lovingly. Secondly, I know you can handle it and i know I said I wouldn't hold back but i must ask how you are doing right now? I crave what's coming next, but I also want to know how you're doing now, if there's anything I can do for you and...well just to talk to you and see how you are doing."

It wasn't pure gentleness or even backing down, though if Andrea asked him to (at least at this moment) he would stop and even retreat from the room: Vanta felt that once he started this time, there would be no holding back. He would need to work out all of his lust and if Andrea couldn't handle what they had done so far or needed something to endure what came next, he needed to check in with her now.

 

[Poprockz]

Such affectionate kisses... Andrea sighed as he travelled up her body. Sex was well and good, but aftercare was also something she enjoyed. To speak in soft murmurs while the remnants of pleasure hummed in the background- it was a peaceful activity. It didn't hurt that she was also very much a fan of massages. Her muscles were usually very tense, so having the tension eased from them was always welcome.

She appreciated that he was checking in with her, even if she didn't think it necessary. As he said, he could glean from her body language that she wasn't in any distress. Though... she supposed he may not have been able to tell whether she was unwilling when he had first attempted to have sex with her, so it may have been a safeguard against making the same mistake twice. A lot of his former naivety had fallen away, and she thought to herself how much wiser he had become. Or perhaps considerate was a better word for it.

"I'm fine. Better than fine, actually. That was really nice. I wasn't expecting... well, some of what you did, but it felt really good," she chuckled softly. It might ruin the mood if she had said something like, 'I wasn't expecting your tongue in my ass,' she figured, so she had tried to word it a bit more generally.

"I did want to ask though: your cum can't get me pregnant, right? Because if it could, then we would probably want to use some sort of birth control like a condom or something... I think there might be a couple in my bag, but I'd have to look." Truth be told, she was hoping that his cum didn't have that ability. She wanted to feel him inside her raw, without anything between them. Though she would use a condom if need be out of necessity, being filled with cum very much appealed to her. If one was observant, it would be obvious how she felt about the topic from the slight reluctance in her tone.