Tasting Vertigo

6

Vertigo sucked in a held breath as oxygen returned to her lungs, and the water's surface receded around her like a retreating blanket.

She could feel the blood running off of her scales and becoming lost in the river's movements. Slowly, and with occasional trouble did she become her normal hue of blue and green, banishing the deep crimson to oblivion in the natural reserve of water.

Vertigo inhaled the clear air washing from the Toothed River, and she absorbed the sound of the water slapping, and the distant rapids roaring.

Up to her hips in the rise, she had been made to swan-dip herself multiple times, and she had shot through the water like an arrow in her quest to strip away the saber's remains from her skin.

She lavished in the crystal glimmer of the river, resting her claws in grips just ahead of her shoulders, she sighed again and stewed in the silence.

Nearby, her human servant smacked his palms into the water and doused her hip with the kicked-up wash. Vertigo produced a startled yip and glared at him with her crimson eyes.

The man smiled at her, feigning that he had been scrubbing at his arms the whole time. He subsequently vanished in a large, tsunami-sized wave of water as she rolled her tail in his direction.

Splashhh~! –roared the river. He vanished under so much force that she briefly saw the bottoms of his feet before those too sank.

The back-forth drabble in her mind did not appear to rebuke her choice of similar antics. Vertigo forgot all about the trepidation she'd been experiencing, slapped her claws onto her knees and giggled at him.

A moment later and his head breached the surface. He spat a thin stream out and proceeded to laugh with her, soaked to the bone.

On the shore of the river's bank, after the last bit of evidence had been swallowed by the water's current, Vertigo sat herself on the sand beside him, dripping wet, her red eyes raised light-heartedly for the gray afternoon sky above.

The heavens aren't the color of arterial blood, she noted, her pupils trailing whimsically through the paths of dark clouds. There are stories of skies colored crystal blue, like the clearest of ponds, before the Cataclysm. Never before now have I ever longed to see what that looked like.

The serpent dinosoid laid a claw on her belly and meekly tapped her fingers. She looked down at the smaller human seated in the sand beside her, and saw that he had been watching her the entire time.

He smiled at her with his round, pinkish little face, wiping a strand of clinging, dark hair from his forehead.

What are you looking at? She tiredly wondered, nuzzling her snout down at him. What are you thinking, I wonder. Do you think this makes us equals? This battle that we've fought together? That isn't the first predator we've bested side-by-side. That isn't the first incursion into this realm we've stopped together. That isn't enough of a reason to think things have changed.

He smiled wider, oblivious to her thoughts. Vertigo adjusted on her palms behind herself and leaned closer to him, until her face was hovering just over his.

But you don't care about any of that, don't you?

As if he had read her mind, he inched himself closer and touched her.

Her human ran his palms down her mandible, testing the feel of his skin against her snake-scales. He went even further to hook his forearms above her shoulders, and he swept his hands slowly down the back of her long neck, around her frills, and to her carotids.

Vertigo experimented with the sensations this gave her, letting him touch and feel her. His face dawned with childish intrigue. His smile was wider as he was granted permission to bypass her pride, and to indulge in something she had never let anyone else indulge in before him.

Do you enjoy my coat? Vertigo lidded her eyes, her attention absorbed entirely on him in the silence of the afternoon. You touch it with the same fascination that you touched the Madness Stone with. When I brought you to my temple, expecting you to be driven insane, and be erased from spatial existence…

Slowly, his smile began to droop and formulate into a frown. He stared as Vertigo's expression diminished, and she glared at the wounds across his chest, where the tied leaf-fronds securing the paste he had treated them with hid them from her.

I sought to bring you there to cause you harm. …Can I tell you something? Can I tell you something that is very important to me? Vertigo's large claws cupped either side of his hairy head, and she circled her thumbs through the strange, flimsy material with interest. I do not know why I tried to do that. I would not try to do that now. Not after… not after everything.

He produced a tiny grunt, his mouth opening, as if he sought to speak, and the motion made Vertigo's eyes widen impossibly. She stared with dumbstruck intrigue until his lips shut, and he simply nodded at her.

Do not blame yourself, the gesture told her. He was still talking about just the saber cat's claws. Vertigo's resultant, rumbling chuckle was mistaken by him to be out of modesty. In reality, she felt tortured that she could not say what she wished she could say.

Despite this, Vertigo was clenched by such emotion that she attempted to anyway.

She sounded strange, and her throat warbled as the noises flowed unevenly through her unused chords. Her statement was swift, and muttered, and anyone not immediately where he was in her claws couldn't have heard it otherwise.

Attentively, her human bowed his head, and he listened to her as if his life depended on it.

"….Sssssaaa-siimmmm, sliiiin, csssarrrr…." –She whispered, her voice as cold as tundra air, and doubly as hollow.

Slitherspeak could not entirely be translated between their tongues, but the meaning was easily defined to one who understood both of their basic linguistics.

Roughly, it was a proclamation of worth. She spoke of his value in not a materialistic, but a spiritual sense. She spoke of his worth to her. What he was.

It meant:

You matter to me.

The man closed his eyes and marveled at her voice. His expression of bliss modeled something more akin to life-altering music, like he had heard the most beautiful harp's tune.

Quickly, in excited eagerness to return the favor, he opened his mouth again, and his head bobbed slightly as he fought with his own throat, conjuring up a part of his body that he hadn't used in over three years since his arrival here.

"…cumhachdach…" –He rasped. "…boidheach."

Vertigo knew these terms, they were tribal, and they were old, but they resonated with her. She knew what they meant.

He speaks of the tribes' tongues.

The goddess leaned forwards and touched her nose to his forehead, bumping him, her snake's tongue flicking out slowly, and tasting the salt of his face.

You think I am powerful and beautiful? She mused.

He probably would've spiced it up more if he could've managed it, but she had no care for the level of cheesiness. She didn't need him to overdo it. She understood the gesture and was flattered.

Vertigo sighed past her fangs. She puckered the tip of her snout, and did her best to mimic a kiss on his forehead.

Flesh and mind; I think you are delectable.

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The saber-tooth encounter definitely changed things. The scenario wasn't so… onerous, which took a great deal of getting used to.

As a nameless man, with a loose language, a keen intellect, and a standing as a snake goddess' servant, it was easy to summarize him as a glutton for self-deprivation and write the whole situation off from that point. However, this was quite far from the actual truth. He didn't exactly enjoy the mitigation, such as his master's rampant shooing and the occasional kick. All this time he had merely tolerated them, and after awhile, there hadn't even been any force put behind them to give them much merit.

Pick me berries, Vertigo would order him, throwing a bowl at him, or tossing a leaf frond for him to collect them on.

Pick the grass from my toenails, she'd demand, holding aloft her raptornoid, barbed foot from her stance on her throne.

Fill my bath.

Rub me down with this oil.

Chase those birds away.

Cook for me.

Clean up my shit.

-He was surprised that she had never requested him to wipe in addition to that last one.

All of those things were petty though. They were to him, what a grandmother's eccentric, aged quirks were to a tolerant family of members who understood her and her intentions.

Vertigo had never harmed him (in any meaningful way, at least) –and any roughness never extended past him getting occasionally knocked onto his bottom. That backhand? Immediately after the fight? That was a first time occurrence, and, if he didn't know any better, he'd say that the constant looks from her were her only means of being entirely apologetic about it. He held no hard feelings because it wasn't logical to.

He'd been in the Gallows with Vertigo for three years, tending to a sulking, depressed and fallen queen, simply because there had been nothing else for him to do on Urth. The world was a shitehole', and there was no getting around that. Marauders with guns, man-eating dinosaurs, saber tooth cats. That was all that was outside the Gallows, and even in the swampy scrap-holes that passed for civilization, there were other predators in the forms of gangers, disease, and the rampant, violent bureaucracy clinging to the upper levels.

Urth was a dead world. It still had life on it, but they were all merely maggots, squirming away in meaningless existences, and clambering for piecemeal over a gigantic, rotting corpse. One day, the Cataclysm would finally wipe Urth out, whether through sickness or another earthquake. One day it would end.

He'd been so detached from all that madness (ironically) –for so long, that none of that mattered to him. With each passing year that he had earned his keep in the Gallows, life became more and more comfortable.

It started out with her toleration. Nowadays, Vertigo didn't even raise her voice with him anymore. He was starting to look less and less like a laborer and more and more like something…

…something of a higher stature.

That was an accurate summation. It couldn't get much more serious than that right now.

After all, she still purposefully avoided any mention of what had happened that one night in the bathing chambers. She always changed the subjects, and manically focused on his claw-wounds from the dead saber tooth. She even still labored over and touched the scars after the breaches healed and he could take the frond bandages off.

He had figured he could iron away her discomfort through the passage of time, and even physical contact of his own.

But no matter how many times he polished her scales, picked her toes clean or rubbed her down with oils, Vertigo was once again running into a mental brick wall that he could simply not comprehend. She was the Goddess of Snakes and Madness, after all.

It isn't that I find you repulsive, Vertigo tried to explain, giving off a considerate rumble in her chest as she looked down and past her knees, rolling her wrist for emphasis. It's simply that I am unable to come to terms with the fact that there is an option for sex in the equation. I can't come to terms with it because I'm spiritually a higher being than you. You're a plebian monkey, and my pride, not me, resents that. Do you understand?

He smiled dumbly at her as he knelt at the foot of her throne, the little brush he was scrubbing the underside of her toe-talon with hissing roughly with his motions.

Of course, he had no fucking idea what she was saying, because she never made words. It was all just hand gestures, and hisses, and rumbles and hums. Most of the time, he got the general idea for basic stuff, like; help me, pick this up, put that down, stand over here, stand over there, sod off, eat my shit, you know, simplicities.

But right now, as the days kept passing by, and his intrigue with this… relationship, thing, that they had enacted all but increased, he held confidence that she was just figuring things out for herself and would turn up on her own power. Now, what that turning-up would entail for him, he wasn't so sure. He had conquered the realm of learning to read, and learning to write, and of learning to hunt and defend himself; but he hadn't conquered the realm of romance, and physical intimacy.

He especially hadn't conquered it in terms of what others would deem normal circumstances. He was way out of his league the moment it became a discussion of interspecies affairs.

Granted, he wasn't entirely ignorant of it. The following evening, as he was washing Vertigo down with the lavender scented oils she normally enjoyed on her more relaxed days, he tested his theories with her tolerance about sensitive zones on her body. Unknowingly, did he present to her this newest tactic on the dawn of her own realization.

Tonight would change things yet again.

So do you see what I mean? The serpent rolled her wrist, smacking her chops and watching as he worked past her shoulder and behind her. That is why I never understood the sensation of complete mental stability. Life cannot be truly accomplished and happy without the procuring of some kind of art. It could be painting, writing, drawing, singing or even speech-saying. But without art, life becomes gray. Art goes hand-in-hand with mania. No artist I've ever heard of has lived without some touch of madness. Thus, as a great artiste' of my trade and stature; how could I ever be sane and be happy with it?

He waded up to his hips in the steaming bath water, smiling as she hummed and hissed her concerns to him, evolving herself into a rather talkative sort of lot. His hands- lathered in the lavender oils –swept slickly and quickly across her ribcage and her hip, causing her scaly hide to sheen, and wiggle slightly under its own weight.

You don't even understand anything I tell you, and somehow… I find you and your obliviousness the most accepting out of any recipients I've ever told of my view of the world.

Vertigo craned her head around her flank, her long neck bending as it allowed her to dote on him with lidded eyes.

No games this evening, man-thing? She purred.

He got the general gist of what she was saying. With a mischievous snicker, the man purposefully dove his hands into the joint between her hip, and the crevice of her upper thigh. He rubbed lightning fast and quickly, getting the oil in there and pulling out before it became too long for her own taste.

Vertigo's mouth opened, and she laughed, squirming with delight and splashing the bathwater everywhere.

I knew you were up to no good! Vertigo squealed and hissed, she leaned her knees over and swept her tail around, butting it into his face with a playful bump. He chuckled at the motions and stumbled back through the water. You know, it's awkward, little human, Vertigo calmed herself with a minty sigh, leaning her elbow on the rim of the tub, she arched her torso over and watched as he rubbed down her leg. What I tolerate and what I don't. I imagine it bothers you, to some degree.

Her attentions were almost of the origin of a mental link to him. He detected her concerns acutely and offered her a shrug as he stepped back to his task.

Looking at her nonchalant eyes, and seeing the body language she held as he reapplied his palms to her flesh, he could practically hear her telling him of his astounding patience in this… unique setting.

It is your choice, mistress, he would've said, his fingers slicking into the water and wiggling her thigh as he lathered the clear perfume up and down. I rather enjoy your company. If you want more than just a servant, I am… I am willing to do that at your discretion.

-But he did not possess the language to tell her that, and even if he had, she wouldn't have understood him. He could only speak a handful of words in Common and in some of the tribal dialects. That proclamation he had made to her at the river's bank had been the first time he had spoken any words around her, much less to her in months. Words had never been a big linkage in their partnership. He knew Vertigo was- in effect –talking to him when she looked at him with all these gestures and noises. He knew that she was probably relenting all kinds of secrets and casual miracles she had never told anyone else in her hundreds of years of life. He knew that he couldn't hear any of it, and this saddened him as much as it flattered him that she would tell him it.

Though, he wondered, as he got around to her other side and started scrubbing her other leg; if they did share a language, would she still tell him these things if he could understand her?

Ironically, as he was thinking about this with an ounce of depression; Vertigo was craning around to her other flank so she could follow his progress, and her summary thoughts were:

How I wish you could speak my tongue, man-thing. How I wish you possessed the throat, and the mouth to form my language, and hear me. Vertigo shifted on her hands and knees in the water, sighing. How I wish I could tell you about how much I… how much I crave you.

Stop this!

No. I want him to know.

He can't even understand you, much less accept your twisted confliction. Let the slave do his duty and then bid his leave.

He is not my slave.

I thought you didn't need him?

I don't!

Then why does he lavish over your thighs? And why do you let him like some steaming hen?

I do not need him, I want him!

He grunted at her and gestured to her legs.

Vertigo smacked her chops, and moved her hips over to see what he was pointing at. The water slapped around her silently as she saw him motioning with his hands. She understood after a second of examination, and obeyed with a tiny shrug.

She spread her thighs slightly and let him get to work on her inner flesh. He ducked under her tail with deft precision, dipping his hands once in the syrupy mixture of the lavender urn by the tub's side, and he swiveled his hands quickly on the flats of her legs.

There was no sound in the bathing chamber aside from the slick of the oil and the kicks of the water. Vertigo peered between her breasts until the blood started to gather in her head, and she watched him down there, her eyes lazing shut at the complacency and peace.

His snickering tugged her out of her daze. Evidently, as she was dosing; she had appeared mightily cute to his observations. She snorted at him and bumped him with her tail again. He fell into the water laughing, and splashing.

What do you find so amusing? She rolled her ruby eyes, twisting around until she sat on the surface of the tub, and faced him with an inquisitive, inhuman stare. Don't tell me you've gone crazy. That should have happened much longer ago by normal apes' standards…

The man righted himself in the water, his bare form glistening from its touch. He smiled warmly and shook his head.

It's nothing, this meant.

It's something, she persisted, snorting from the steam wafting off the surface around them. Do you find me entertaining? Do not tap my temper, man-thing, or I'll be forced to…

Vertigo leaned forwards, and then splashed him in the face with a good slap into the water in front of him.

Who is entertaining now?

The situation devolved rather quickly. Her amused rumbles and hisses melded with his outraged cackles. Water sailed east, west, and arms butted and jerked into the waves to make them higher and bigger. They made such a mess, that at one point, there was just as much water soaking the chamber's floor around the tub's rims as there was remaining bathwater.

Vertigo reveled in the carelessness. She found that it was doubly better to have someone to play with rather than to have serve as her underling. Times here had changed, and this time, the change had been rapid in comparison to all else.

It had taken years to make her empire, and build her madness temple in the neverthere. It had taken years again for that to fall.

Now, it had taken such a short amount of time for her human to go from servant, to… whatever this was.

What was he? A companion? A friend?

Vertigo's foot slipped on the floor of the tub in her rush to return a particularly large splash to her face. She jolted forwards, caught herself expertly before her weight could land on him, and found herself pinning him to the edge of the tub, the water still lapping around them from their efforts.

His laughter did not stop, but certainly decreased in volume. The normally stoic and obedient man was alight with rapture and glee. He gazed up at her with eyes that were especially bright, and a face uplifted by joy.

Vertigo watched him silently, fixing her knees' positions below the water's surface, and releasing her grip on the rim of the tub. Her claws migrated until they hovered under the water on either side of him, as if she was caught between trying to touch him and abstaining from it. It was like she meant to hide her obvious intentions in the waves.

The human flushed, and his smile quivered from an extreme dose of nervousness shooting through his veins. Eventually, he sifted upwards in the water, and he inched his face closer to her snout.

She let him touch her jaw, his hands positively wreaking of the lavender oil he had been washing her down with. They were warm, and fleshy. They were so human.

The dinosoid nudged her nose closer inquisitively, actually eager to see what he was intending.

…Yes~? –She quietly egged him on, her eyes becoming heavier.

The human gathered up his daring and went through with it quickly, and without much sustaining need. The deified reptile blinked, her senses waking as he used his mouth to dizzying effect.

Her companion cupped her jaw, and his lips flexed over the tip of her snout, laying a brief, and warm kiss upon her scales.

In return for the river, he would've said to her. He desperately hoped she would know as he leaned back and watched for her reaction. After the saber cat, you… you kissed me on the forehead. Did I take it too far?

Vertigo paused in the stillness of the bath's steam, and after an undying and arduous moment, she moved forward and returned the gesture over his mouth. It was a strange thing, using their mouths like this. Her long snake-snout wasn't designed for the contact, and she drooled on him a bit in an effort to open her chops slightly for his ease.

She tasted… clean. He had no other description for it. She tasted cleanly and had a slight tint of fruit, perhaps, from all the berries she snacked on throughout the day.

You're daring, Vertigo sighed as she felt his hands slide down her neck and to her defined collar. You aren't afraid to push the line with me, and I find strength in that.

Her tongue came into the scenario after another good minute of slapping cavities. Vertigo's eyes fluttered and completely shut and a primal hunger began to sweep through her veins.

She forgot all about the bath and the peace and quiet. Suddenly, it became a rush, and as with anything that she started; she needed more and more.

More.

Vertigo forced her larger mouth into his own further, until he was craning back, and she was pressing him into the rim of the tub. Her claws gripped over his pinkish shoulders, and she twisted her head to the side for greater, mandible-flexing leverage.

More.

The reptile parted their oral cavities with a wet, loud and detached gasp. Having been unable to breathe for that extensive period, he was panting as his master pressed her supple form into him, their foreheads creating a silent union.

You remember the first time we tried something, she told him, her fingers stroking down his arms, her tail curling and twisting behind her. I wanted you to watch.

He looked down at her breasts, hanging in the steam and water below him largely and with anticipatory comment. Vertigo followed his gaze, and took up his wrists in her claws.

I don't want you to just watch this time, the snake opened her mouth, and her tongue flicked over his lips, the smell of lavender and the musk of the water invading both of their noses. She placed his hands on either side of her bosom, shifting his fingers into her supple, scaly mounds. Squeeze. Hard.

He understood completely.

Her human tested the weight of the things in his hands by conjoining them in a dual-push. He pressed her organs together lightly at first, or in a measure of force that to her could be perceived as light.

Vertigo nudged their foreheads tightly together as the familiar, euphoric rush slammed into her system.

Yes…

-Copious masturbation and tit-squeezing the last few nights hadn't been enough by far to kink out the emptiness she'd been experiencing since the saber attack days ago. She had spent so much time holding back because of this madness and this pride. She was too impatient now. Vertigo wanted to taste him, and she wanted him to taste her.

Harder.

By some measure of luck, he understood.

He had to use his whole forearms to get a secure lock on the orbs, but upon a completion of a fervent ring did the results become palpably unbearable.

With a grunt did he constrict his arms, and her green/blue breasts poked with rolls of fat over his elbows and into his chest. Vertigo produced a rumbling, hissing moan. Her thighs ground together in desperation in the water, splashing in turn with her whipping tail and her twitching cobra-frills.

Harder. More.

Vertigo scooped him out of the water, and placed him- dripping –on the rim of the tub. Already naked, she brought her face closely to his groin and examined the erect pylon sticking from just beneath his belly.

The creamy protrusion was riddled with wrinkly, taught skin, and possessed an engorged, pink-colored head that pulsed at her madly, almost like it was pointing in eagerness towards her.

The reproductive organs of a beast.

This was no longer a derogatory sentence. Vertigo conjured it on the air of an excited giggle.

Let me try something.

What happened next wasn't what she had in mind, in fact, it was accidental. Her tongue flicked out in an effort to taste the air- seeing as her serpentine nature was quite prevalent in her daily actions –but it instead dabbed on the underside of his penis. It was just a touch, and afterwards, she smacked her chops to consider the brief tinge that landed on her buds.

Curious.

He didn't seem to think so. His thoughts were more closely aligned with her own.

He grunted, and his hips thrust off the stone beneath him.

More, he said by his motions. Vertigo thought about all the work he'd done for her. The hunting, the toe-picking, the teeth-cleaning, the refuse moving…

…How could she say no to a quirk? So he liked her mouth. Maybe the duel with the predator had solidified this deeper bonding, or, maybe it had been doomed to occur since the start.

Vertigo didn't know. She didn't care anymore either. She just wanted to relieve the sudden itch she was experiencing in her jaw and suck the man-thing's prick.

Her servant gawked as she puckered the tip of her snout, and allowed her tongue to circle in slow, agonizing warps about his organ's cap. She kissed over his second-head's opening, dousing his fire with steaming runs of serpent saliva.

Vertigo~, has he inspired you to be more innovative?

She snatched her eyes shut and dueled away the other presences, her mind kicking and punching, and exerting its conflict through a stronger pattern in her tongue.

Begone, and give me this man-thing's voice.

Vertigo used two fingers to compress and spread the curious patch of hair matting the space around his extrusion's base. She came around with her other claw and carefully gripped around the rod's lower sections to steady it. Aligning the head with her snout, the snake made him shiver with her following tactic, one that could only be evidenced to outside observers by a greedy slurp.

His resultant noise echoed across the bath chamber, battling with and conquering the slap of the water and the hiss of the steam. Prying fingers gripped at her cobra frills, and she almost laughed around him as she felt his little human arms pressing her downwards.

You want me to eat it? Vertigo flexed her jaw, dragging her tongue under and across the thick, cylindrical object caught in the tight cavern of her mouth. Tell me that's what you want. Beg it of me.

The dinosoid couldn't stick it any further down her gullet even though she did most certainly try. His hair smelled bland, like the fur cloth he always wore, and the scent danced mightily in her nostrils alongside the strong tang of lavender and the salty touch of his flesh.

Salt.

Vertigo's moan was stifled by her mouth being full. She narrowed her facial muscles in defined concentration; dragged back her head, and started to let his organ slide slowly out, where it emerged in likeness to a sluggish, slime-slicked road.

He's even more tasty below the stomach, she mused, letting him slip back inside with a deft bob of her neck. The man's head keeled back, and for just a second of time as she felt his body spasm, she had been convinced that he had passed out. He better not, or I'll eat him.

Technically, you already are.

Not in this way! In the… other way…

Sheepishly made to pout from her own berating, Vertigo huffed around his penis and lathered her tongue in every direction and angle she could think of. She hooked its forked tip around the organ's flank and enwrapped it more and more out of its sheathe, until the midsection of his genital resembled a layered roll of licorice. She capped her chops and sucked loudly.

He tastes tangy. I like it.

While the itch in Vertigo's jaw was pressing enough; the greater disturbance came from her hips.

There was a fire that was burning down there, beyond the touch of the water and incurable by anything she could've done to herself. The serpent rumbled while she labored over him. She took a claw from his groin and clawed at one of her scaly breasts.

When have I ever been one to give before?

-The answer to that question was obvious. She just didn't care enough to focus upon it. It was just a fleeting curiosity of how uncharacteristic she had truly become.

I suppose only when I am set to receive greater…

Vertigo pinched an eye open to look at him. What she saw made her body twitch in a realized jolt of excitement. His expression was modeled not after bliss anymore, but of a heightened sense of impending action. Her sucking had lapsed and he looked ready to jump off the rim of the tub.

Who was she to keep him, and, by extension, herself, waiting?

Fine, Vertigo twisted her tongue free of him, and with a wet, thick slap, she popped him out of her mouth, letting his organ bob and stand upright in the steamy air, slick with her saliva. You have something in mind?

He answered her by wiggling under her grip. She still couldn't entirely let him go, and that was due to her clinging desperation for touch. He had to worm through her arms, past her breasts, and away from her mouth as she followed him with her craning neck, licking and kissing his shoulder.

Eventually, he broke free of the fleshly prison. The water splashed and she painfully let him wade through the waves and towards her rear.

So this is what it feels like letting someone into your blind spot, she waited to see what would happen next curiously, hiking her hips higher, she rested her elbows on the rim of the tub and spread her feet on the bottom. Vertigo licked her chops, appreciating his slight aftertaste. I actually think I want him in my mouth just a bit more.

Before she could attempt to follow through with that, she felt his hands on her backside, and her mind immediately switched gears.

Is he rubbing more oil on me?

Vertigo craned her head past her shoulder to see what he was doing, and in certain mimicry to the swiveling motions he used to appropriate her scented perfumes, she found that he was not scrubbing her rear, he was… massaging it.

I assume he enjoys what he sees, Vertigo rumbled, feeling her scaly cheeks wiggling under his fingers. Let him adjust to his new toys.

-And new toys they were indeed. He had never actually imagined that lord Vertigo would let him ever do something like this. Of course, he'd fantasized about it in the past, particularly over the recent cycles when these feelings had started welling up in both of them. But to actually be behind the mighty reptile, and to actually have his hands on her… her arse', it was quite a unique experience.

Are you done gawking? He saw her glance at him over her shoulder and her frill. Her red eyes were thin with impatience. Do something.

He had an idea of what he wanted to do.

The man melded his palms to the base of her thick tail- which was thick enough that it was around the same mass as his torso was –he rubbed them along the tail's flanks, over the top, and he arched his elbows underneath to massage the bottom.

This close to the valley between her legs, and Vertigo started rocking her hips back into him. The serpent ground her rear-end and he was forced to steady himself on his heels as the sumptuous hills he was touching pressed into his belly and pelvis. Her great tail splashed the water and dripped noisily as it breached the tub's surface, and curled upwards, and upwards, until it towered over both of them.

Sluggishly, like a timbering tree, it took her tail a second to register its own weight, and it sagged forwards until the tip keeled over and draped past her shoulder. Fully exposed, with her fifth limb curling painfully above the center of his attention, he saw his dinosoid ruler pulsing with such extricated eagerness, that her flesh had turned a vibrant pink.

In its stance of preparation, her entryway was albeit very different than it had looked to him in the past. It wasn't so discreet anymore, puffing, twitching, with thick globules of nectar dripping from its underside and into the bathwater.

What is taking so long? Vertigo growled under her breath. The snake's inquisitive head raised over the immeasurable mounds of her rear, and she blinked at him with this obvious plainness. What male needs more incentive than what I've given you? That transcends species, I'm quite sure. Unless, of course, you're wondering how you could hope to give me such plea-SUREEE-~!

Vertigo's breath was sucked out of her throat. He didn't wait for her to mentally scoff him a moment longer. He nudged his head into her, and kissed her, but not in a normal sense.

To gain entry, of course, he needed to work his way inside slowly and with care. He gave her mound an experimental peck, just at the top, and this was what made the reptile jolt, like the tub had been struck by lightning.

More of that, she was panting, her snake-tongue lazing out the side of her mouth like she was a beast in heat. More of that this instant!

He was all too happy to oblige.

Her human dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top, testing the railway between the two separate gates, and tasting the trace amounts of nectar that had gathered there.

Her mouth tasted clean to him. Her cauldron tasted… spicy. It certainly had a tang to it that wouldn't go under appreciated by an admirer of such cuisine. Of course, his palette was in the realm of something much different than flavors in a culinary sense. He still feasted on her like the situation was more the latter.

He cupped his lips over hers, and punched into her hole with his tongue, slurping, until the meat of her passage rippled from the passing air.

Vertigo wailed at this. The sound was indescribable. He could never hope to word for someone accurately how a snake screamed, but it happened right in front of him, and there was no denying that.

More, Vertigo breathed, she clawed her breasts together and sat back into his smaller face. More.

Her servant sucked loudly in an effort to keep up with her bubbling, rising demand. He cored her out with untrained, but loose and heavy laps into her passage. The rippling, silken walls inside her were like instruments to be played, and his tongue the tool of trade. Poking them, dragging the sharper edges of his organ along them equaled stifling results for her.

Vertigo cried and the bathwater splashed as she sank the furthest she could go onto her knees. The snake pleaded to him with silent eyes, struggling to see what he was doing past her backside's wide girth.

Faster, she thought, sitting back, and jamming as much of his face as she could into her groin. Look at me, look at me,

She slapped the water a few times, and the blissful parting of her slit ended for a brief moment. He gripped her cheek and gazed at her wildly, wondering why in the unholy hell she had made him stop.

Vertigo rolled her wrist rapidly at him.

Faster.

He spat into the water and reinserted himself, his crazed expression vanishing. A second later, and Vertigo was made to wail at the wall of the chamber ahead of her. He kissed her again, even going so far as to open his mouth and use teeth. She was afraid he'd unhinge his mandible at this rate. Vertigo couldn't bring herself to voice those concerns. She rocked her hips into his neck, sighing loudly and drooling from her limp tongue.

Faster.

Vertigo grit her fangs and shoved her forehead into the rim of the tub. Desperately, she clawed the stone and gyrated her pelvis.

Cataclysm-! FASTER, damn you! Faste-

Vertigo's eyes snapped open, most likely bloodshot with shock and appall.

Why have you stopped?!

She was about to whirl around and snarl at him when contact was reaffirmed with her dripping, gaping vent. Something was curious about what he was doing, in that whatever he was sticking into her gates did not feel like his tongue, and it certainly didn't feel like his fingers.

Vertigo's crimson eyes dilated, and her mouth hung widely as she realized what was happening.

He's mating me.

The snake sighed shrilly, and she could hear him groan as he struggled to find proper footing to line himself up with her hips. It took a few slippery, poking tries, but eventually, more than just the head was idling inside her very personal lobby.

He steadied her with a palm on her rear, and another flattening the presented underside of her tail. Breaching the walls before him was all a game of endurance, and needless to say, all those hunting trips, and those lifting jobs were not a proper source of experience for something so specific as this.

Both of them were in that field minutely. It wasn't simply the lack of knowledge on affairs as this, but the lack of past action. His spear running rampantly through her defenses was actually uncomfortable at first. It was jarring and unfamiliar.

Vertigo was caught between sighing in pleasure and huffing at the necessity of her body's ministrations.

Ah! Slower! Vertigo hissed at him to calm down back there. Reluctantly, and with a pained grimace did he do his best to obey. As it pleased her, he always thought. Such maintenance couldn't change now.

He found a slow pattern, at least, his eyes bugging at the innate fascination of watching the alien vaginal organ suckle him. It was so surreal, seeing the snake's hole spread like it was, with trailing flaps of pink that dragged outwards from the canal with his pulls and pushes. It was like the organ was trying to pull him in and never let him out. The walloping, warm and silky firmness that he was shoving into was quite the motivator to want something just like that. Still, undeterred, he held onto her hips, steadied himself, and tried something different.

Clap~! –went her rolling backside. He had stabbed into her with perhaps too much force. Though Vertigo seemed pleased with his adventurousness. Before her mounds of flesh could even stop rippling, the serpent dinosoid had her head back, and she was moaning at the ceiling. Her expression spoke of exhaustion, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes drunken. He decided he enjoyed her looking like that, and worked towards making it more pronounced.

He dragged back his hips and hit into her again.

Clap~! –skin to scales. He leant down and sucked his mouth over as much flesh as he could manage on her bulbous tail's underside. Hungrily, her mound squelched as he worked in and out of it with a meticulous and slow repeat of actions. Vertigo rumbled, hissed and produced a sharp cry. Her trench spread, settled, spread again and receded. It was like playing with wet clay.

So this is sex, Vertigo sighed, her breath visible as a translucent, white plume past her tongue. How recreational.

The serpent grit her fangs and rocked back into him a few times, crashing her heavy thighs into his pelvis with rippling, smacking reports.

The inhumanity in the exchange was evident by the sheer amount of weight being thrown around. Her proportions were far beyond what a human woman would have possessed, and so the sex was doubly exhilarating as it was exhausting. It was difficult standing upright, thrusting, and maintaining cohesion with so much lizard-arse' flapping into him.

Faster, Vertigo rolled her wrist, glancing at him. I'm ready for it, just do something else. Mix it up, this is getting tedious.

My legs hurt, he worried over himself, steadying onto her hips. Maybe if I try…

He hiked his chest into her tail, hugged her hips, and used the momentum of his own waist to bring himself down and into her with a fresh impalement.

There's something, he smiled with triumph.

Yes! –Vertigo gasped. She knew what he was getting at! That would be amazing!

Helping him, the serpent lifted herself on her knees, held onto the rim of the tub and placed her chin over her claws. She reared back her thighs, and he set to work pulling himself out, and letting himself fall back in.

This is mating! Vertigo rammed her breasts into the bricks, crying out over her knuckles as his skin slapped wetly into her scales. This is what I've been craving!

Her stomach was rippling with the euphoria, and her thighs' torturous tickling had never felt so scratched. In, out, in, out. Vertigo, Goddess of Snakes and Insanity hiked her rear-end up in the air, and moaned fervently as she let the human rut her like a hyperactive stud to a bitch.

His feet- lifted from the water and born onto her stronger, larger weight –dripped and sent trails everywhere amid his motions. He jammed himself into the dinosoid's canal repeatedly, forgetting all about the exertion burning his hips.

Is there risk in him finishing like this? Vertigo's disgusted personalities bickered despite the racket of fornication.

Who cares?!

Vertigo was locked in a heavenly trance from this. She hissed once, twice, and then the third time devolved into a long and drawn out cry. She could feel her man-thing twitching and convulsing inside her. She was about to be claimed by an ape, she was about to go through with something she'd sworn on the verge of enragement she'd never be caught dead doing.

She was about to that little rodent man fill her up.

But this romp was so good, that Vertigo didn't have the air or the mind to remember her own past standards. All she could hear were her cries, his groans and the smacking of his delectable skin into her scaly arse' cheeks.

The end happened with a series of fluent, but soft punches. She heard him make this barking sigh, and soon the sensation of hot bands of magma hitting her canal's end and running downwards came into her mind.

His organ pulsed and disgorged thick wads of his solution that slipped and gathered at the gates of her cervix. He weakly pushed into her again, and again as his head throbbed and the streaks of globules became thicker.

Vertigo for own part drowned it all in an uprising flood of vaginal secretions. Their individual contributions mixed and bubbled out of her trench, personified by several leaking rivers that fled down her vent, his testes and even down her belly to drip into the water beneath them.

The Vertigo of years past- the uncorrupted Vertigo –would've shed tears of horror for what had just occurred here. But the newer Vertigo, the one who had been consumed with a fetish for her man-thing servant couldn't have been more pleased with herself.

In fact, the serpent was smug as she rode down the messy waves of her interspecies romp, she was smiling, and hissing with auspicious content.

Above, laying on her like she was an island in the middle of a steaming ocean, her human looked like he was going to pass out. His eyes were weak, and his mouth was slack. His normally pinkish skin was crimson, and the air was permeated thickly now with the scent of lavender and the acrid smells of bodily fluids.

Perhaps my powers can't drive him mad, but maybe I can drive him mad with my hips…

Vertigo giggled as she played with him. She constricted her muscles and bunched her rear, mimicking a sleeve of flesh squeezing a limp sausage of meat.

Take that, beast.

She heard him groan at the torture born from her giddy cruelty. The dinosoid wiggled her hips and squished his fading member into her folds with delight.

….So… because I value your opinion, Vertigo sighed, offering him a raised brow over her flank. Tell me; what was it like fucking a goddess?

She figured she knew what his answer to that would've been, judging by the stupid, pleased grin he flashed her from up there on her back.

Always so confident, she sighed happily. Now, that that is over with…

Vertigo righted herself on the drop of a dime. Raggedly, her exhausted servant was tossed off her back, and vanished into the bathwater with a spectacular splash.

You got your man-fluids all over my legs and my hips, Vertigo stretched herself with a few popping joints. She ran two fingers between her legs, and wiggled them together before her face, examining the silvery mucus she had retrieved. I need a bath more now than I did when I first came in here.

His black-haired head breached the water's surface, and he spat a fine stream from his lips with a content smile.

Bathe me again, she waved her claw dismissively, though with difference from times past. Normally her face was plastered with disinterest. He had never seen her request something of him with a warm smile. Bathe me again please.

Yes, mistress, he stood in the steaming, wavering water, and waded closer to her. If it pleases you, mistress.

It pleased her very much, and she doubted that she could contain this new discovery within herself without a rabid delve back into it some time soon.

She settled on her knees before him and bumped his forehead with her nose, bidding him to listen to her query before he started again.

Do you know something, man-thing?

He smiled and kissed her between her ruby eyes, hugging her shoulders, tiredly laughing at her.

I have been wondering what intrigued me the most about you; was it your body, or the way you think? Flesh or mind?

Vertigo licked him across his lips, a pleased rumbling thrumming behind her breasts.

I find you are still delectable in both ways.

The little human man smiled at her with his little mouth, and hugged her with his little arms. The steam simmered in the room and shrouded their visage from an uncaring Urth.

Night fell on the Gallows where their dawn breached.

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