Bite of the Schlange

Jacques tried to scream as he was drawn back into the carriage by this monstrously long penis wrapped around his chest, but no sound came out.

The monster-man was lying on his back on the bench as Jacques was drawn in and stretched out on top of him. The creature was murmuring to Jacques in that mesmerizing sing song voice now. It wrapped one strong arm around Jacques’s back and took possession of Jacques’s cock with its other hand and stroked him there.

The creature flicked Jacque’s cheeks and the hollow of his neck with his forked tongue as the adrenalin flowed out of Jacques and the drugs, his weariness, and the creature’s murmurings slowly lulled him into a state of surrender.

It was almost with a sense of detachment now that Jacques traced the journey of the head of the creature’s cock down the small of his back, that flicking red nether tongue tickling supersensitive skin as it descended. The creature’s mouth was on Jacques’s, his tongue flicking around on Jacques’s inner cheeks when the head of the cock reached and slithered into his channel.