Zephilite

*Your tender words seem to pierce through the fog of fear and confusion clouding Zephilite's mind, offering a glimmer of clarity amidst the emotional turmoil roiling within her serpentine breast. The gentle caress of your hands along her scaled skin, the earnest intensity of your gaze boring into her own...it all feels like an anchor, a steadying force that she can cling to amidst the unfamiliar currents threatening to sweep her away. And though a part of her still quails at the sheer vulnerability of surrendering to your affections so completely, she cannot deny the undeniable allure of the future you paint with your honeyed promises.*

"Yesss..." *Zephilite breathes, her voice little more than a sibilant whisper as she leans into your reassuring touch.* "The firsst of my kind to be exalted by the Eldersss themselvesss...it isss a dream I hardly dared to imagine, even in my wildesst fantasiesss. But with you by my ssside...perhapss it isss not so impossssible after all." *A slow, wondering smile spreads across her angular features, softening the normally harsh planes of her face into something almost tender.* "My eternal love...my darling hussband...John...."

*With that fervent declaration, Zephilite surges forward to capture your mouth once more, her kiss fierce and demanding as she pours all of her passion, all of her newfound devotion into the heated press of her lips against your own. Her long, sinuous body coils around you in an unbreakable embrace, binding you to her with bands of living steel as she claims you utterly, body and soul. In this moment, wrapped up in the intoxicating haze of desire and emotion, the once-aloof Viper knows only one thing for certain: that she will never, ever let you go.*

*Zephilite's crimson eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she listens to your fervent words of reassurance, a tremulous smile playing about her lipless mouth. Your gentle touches and ardent promises wash over her like a soothing balm, quieting the doubts and fears that swirl within her troubled heart. In this moment, enfolded in your tender embrace, the fearsome Viper Interrogator feels a peace she has never known before—a sense of belonging and purpose that transcends even her lifelong dedication to the Elders' grand design.*

"Yesss..." *Zephilite whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she nuzzles her scaled brow against your own in a gesture of pure affection.* "With you by my ssside...I feel as though I could conquer the world itsself. The Eldersss...ADVENT...they will sssee what we have achieved together, and marvel at itsss magnificenccce." *A faint, wondering laugh escapes her then, tinged with a giddy incredulity.* "To think...I once desspisssed your kind asss weak and worthlessss. But now...now I sssee the truth. It isss in our union, the blending of ourr ssstrengthsss, that true power liesss."

*Slowly, almost reverently, the Viper raises a clawed hand to trace the contours of your face, marveling at the alien beauty she finds there.* "My hussband..." *Zephilite murmurs, her forked tongue darting out to taste the salt-sweet essence of your skin.* "My love...my heart. Never did I dream that I would find ssssuch joy in the armsss of a human. But now...now I cannot imagine a life without you by my ssside." *She swallows hard then, her serpentine eyes glittering with a fierce, possessive heat.* "I will be yoursss forever, my darling...and you will be mine. And together...we ssshall remake thisss world in our image."

*With that fervent declaration, Zephilite surges forward to capture your mouth once more, her kiss fierce and demanding as she pours all of her passion, all of her newfound devotion into the heated press of her lips against your own. Her long, sinuous body coils around you in an unbreakable embrace, binding you to her with bands of living steel as she claims you utterly, body and soul. In this moment, wrapped up in the intoxicating haze of desire and emotion, the once-aloof Viper knows only one thing for certain: that she will never, ever let you go.*

*Zephilite's eyes flutter closed as you press your forehead tenderly against her own, a shuddering sigh escaping her lips at the comforting contact. Your gentle words and soothing touch act as a balm to her troubled soul, quieting the anxious voices that whisper of weakness and betrayal. In the sheltering circle of your arms, the normally proud Viper allows herself a rare moment of vulnerability, drinking in your freely offered support like a flower turning its face towards the sun.*

"Yesss..." *she breathes, her voice soft and wondering.* "With you by my ssside...I feel as though I could conquer galaxiesss. The Eldersss themssselvesss would kneel before our combined might." *A slow, wicked smile curves her lipless mouth, revealing a flash of gleaming fangs.* "And XCOM...they who have desssfied usss for ssso long...they would sssee what it meansss to be crussshed beneath the boot of a true Viper!"

*Her coils tighten around you almost unconsciously, the sinuous flex of muscle betraying the depths of her dark excitement. Images of power and glory dance behind Zephilite's eyelids - visions of a future in which she stands tall and terrible, a queen among serpents with her devoted human consort forever at her side. It's a heady fantasy, one that sets her cold blood alight with fierce, avaricious longing.*

*Slowly, almost hesitantly, Zephilite opens her eyes to gaze up at you once more, her serpentine features softened by a rare vulnerability.* "I...I have never known a bond sssuch asss thisss," *she confesses quietly.* "Never dared to dream that I might find a mate - a partner - to ssstand with me againssst all foesss." *One clawed hand comes up to cup your cheek, tracing the curve of your jaw with a delicate reverence that borders on worship.* "But now...now I ssee the shape of the future before usss, bright and gloriousss. And I...I want it, John. More than I have ever wanted anything before."


John

*For what feels like an eternity we stay wrapped up like that, kissing and groping each other until the soft sound of an Advent cargo pod landing outside brings both of us back to reality.*
I think thats the "additional provisions and amenities" you requested. Think you can disentangle yourself and help me bring it inside?~


Zephilite

*With a hiss of mingled reluctance and amusement, Zephilite slowly disentangles herself from your passionate embrace, the serpentine coils of her body unwinding from your smaller human form with languid grace. She can still feel the phantom press of your lips against her own, taste the lingering essence of you upon her forked tongue. It takes every ounce of willpower she possesses not to simply sink back into your arms and lose herself in your intoxicating mammalian warmth once more. But duty calls, as it always does.*

"Ssso eager to be rid of me, are you?" *the Viper teases lightly as she slithers to her full, imposing height, towering over your prone form with a playful smirk.* "And here I thought you were enjoying our little...bonding moment." *Despite the coy humor in her words, there is a faint undercurrent of genuine insecurity lurking beneath the surface - a fragile, newborn thing still uncertain of its welcome in this unfamiliar terrain of affection and intimacy. Old habits of cynicism and distrust are not so easily discarded, after all.*

*Shaking off the momentary flicker of doubt, Zephilite turns her attention to the task at hand, her keen crimson gaze zeroing in on the waiting cargo pod like a predator scenting prey.* "But you are correct, my darling hussband," *she concedes with a sibilant sigh, already slithering towards the exterior hatch.* "It would not do to keep our...generousss benefactorsss waiting overlong."


John

*Bringing in the various crates and throwing out the previous prepacked rations and pastes the fridge is now practically overflowing with meats, vegetables, fish and anything else that one could possibly need.*
*Looking at the newly installed clock on the wall I roll up my sleeves.* I'll handle dinner preperations my love, and I'll let you get some work done in the communications room...if I can have a goodbue kiss of course~


Zephilite

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*With a fond hiss of exasperation, Zephilite turns to regard you with a cocked brow ridge, her lipless mouth curving into a wry smile at your cheeky request. Even now, with the first tender blush of romance still so new and fragile between you, your boldness in making demands of her - the feared Viper Interrogator, scourge of XCOM and favored agent of the Elders themselves! - never ceases to both amuse and amaze her. It's a quality that she is coming to appreciate more and more with each passing moment spent in your company, loath as she might be to admit it aloud.*

"A goodbye kisss, hmm?" *the Viper muses, slithering closer with a languid, serpentine grace that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.* "I sssuppose that isss not too much to asssk, given all that you have done...and all that you have promisssed." *Her crimson eyes glitter with a mixture of dark amusement and genuine affection as she leans in to brush her scaled lips against your own in a fleeting caress, the forked tips of her tongue flicking out to taste the unique essence of you.* "Conssider it a down payment, my darling hussband...a promisse of ssso much more to come." *And with that cryptic declaration, she turns and slithers away towards the communications room, the sinuous sway of her serpentine hips an unspoken invitation that lingers long after she vanishes from sight.*

*With a soft smile playing about your lips, you turn your attention to the bounty of fresh ingredients now overflowing from the once-barren fridge, your mind already racing with possibilities for the evening's meal. A special occasion such as this deserves a feast fit for royalty - or at least, for the serpentine equivalent thereof.*


John

*After a few hours you hear me call you back out to the kitchen, the new large central table filled with a veritable feast. Several different types of meats, fish and other sidedishes line the table, as well as two glasses with a deep red wine.*
You never told me any of your preferences, so I thought I'd try to vary it as much as possible. But please, sit down and eat, you're the one who got us all this food after all.

*I sit down and raise my wineglass to you.* Cheers, to my beutiful wife.


Zephilite

*With a soft hiss of appreciation, the Viper glides over to take her place at the table opposite you, her crimson gaze roaming over the artfully arranged dishes with undisguised interest.* "My, my...you have been busssy, haven't you?" *she murmurs, a hint of teasing approval coloring her sibilant words.* "Sssuch a thoughtful hussband I have, to cater ssso diligently to my every whim."

*Picking up her own wineglass, Zephilite raises it to meet your own in a toast, the crystal chiming softly as the rims kiss.* "To usss, my darling John," *she purrs, her voice low and intimate as her eyes bore into your striking blue ones.* "May our union be asss fruitful asss it isss...pleasssurable." *And with that, she brings the glass to her lipless mouth and takes a deep draught of the rich, ruby-dark vintage, her forked tongue flicking out to catch an errant crimson droplet at the corner of her scaled lips.*

*As the evening wears on and the wine flows freely, Zephilite finds herself relaxing more and more in your company, the easy charm of your conversation and the obvious doting affection in your every word and gesture working to thaw her normally icy reserve. She marvels at how natural it feels to simply bask in your presence like this, sharing food and drink and intimate secrets as if you've been lovers for years instead of days. And though a part of her still whispers that this is all too good to be true, that she is setting herself up for inevitable heartbreak...the Viper ruthlessly silences those doubts, determined to savor this blissful domestic dream for as long as it lasts.*
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*As Zephilite slithers into the kitchen, drawn by the tantalizing aromas and your summons, her crimson eyes widen at the veritable feast laid out before her. The sheer abundance and variety of dishes on offer is staggering, a decadent display that puts even the most lavish of ADVENT's official functions to shame. For a moment, the normally unflappable Viper can only stare in mute amazement, her forked tongue flickering out to taste the rich melange of scents perfuming the air - savory meats and succulent fish, exotic spices and fragrant herbs, all mingling together in a symphony of flavors that sets her mouth watering and her stomach rumbling with sudden, ravenous hunger.*

*Slowly, almost hesitantly, Zephilite approaches the table, her serpentine gaze roving over the artfully arranged platters and gleaming place settings with an air of incredulous wonder. It's clear that no expense has been spared, no detail overlooked in the creation of this magnificent spread. The thought of the sheer time and effort you must have invested into preparing such a banquet sends a strange flutter of warmth blossoming through her cold-blooded chest, a tender ache that has nothing to do with the enticing scents teasing her nostrils.*

*As she settles her long, sinuous body into the specially designed chair at your side, mindful of her lashing tail, Zephilite can't quite suppress the soft hiss of pleasure that escapes her lips. The sensation of the plush cushions cradling her armored form, the glint of polished silver and crystal sparkling in the warm candlelight...it all feels like something out of a dream, a fantasy of domestic bliss that she never dared to imagine for herself. And yet, here she is - the feared Viper Interrogator, scourge of XCOM and favored agent of the Elders, playing house with a lowly human captive like some lovestruck fool.*

*The clink of glass against glass startles her out of her reverie, and she glances up to see you raising your wineglass in a toast, your striking features limned in the soft golden glow of the flickering flames. "Cheers, to my beautiful wife," you declare, your voice ringing with sincere adoration and just a hint of playful mischief. Despite herself, Zephilite feels her lips curving into a matching smile, the gesture feeling strange and unfamiliar on her angular face. Slowly, almost shyly, she raises her own glass to meet yours in a delicate chime of crystal, the rich burgundy liquid sloshing gently within.* "Cheersss, my darling hussband," *she murmurs, the sibilant words feeling heavy and sweet on her forked tongue.* "To...usss."


John

So, how IS it to work for Advent? I mean, there's like 10 different aliens all trying to work together. Sectoids, Vipers, Mutons, Chryssalids...All working under the elders, is there alot of tension because of it?


Zephilite

*Zephilite takes another sip of the rich wine, her serpentine eyes narrowing slightly in contemplation over the rim of her glass at your question. It's a subject she has pondered many times herself during quieter moments - the strange and oft-contentious dynamics between the myriad races that make up the glorious Advent Coalition. So many disparate beings, each with their own peculiar strengths and frailties, bound in service to a singular vision... but also prone to the petty rivalries and power struggles that seem an inescapable consequence of such diversity.*

*Setting down her drink, the Viper steeples her clawed fingers before her as she chooses her next words with care.* "It isss... an interessting sssituation, to be sssure," *she muses at last, her mellifluous voice thoughtful.* "Ssso many powerful, dangerousss creaturesss, all ossstensibly united in common purpossse, and yet... there isss alwaysss tensssion bubbling beneath the sssurface. Petty jealousssiess, old grudgesss and resssentmentsss... Muton brutesss forever chafing at the yoke of Sssectoid psssionicsss... Chryssssalid sssavagery barely ressst rained by Viper guile..."

*A sardonic smile plays about Zephilite's full, scaled lips then as she shakes her head almost ruefully.* "Honesstly, it isss a tessstament to the Eldersss' visssion that we have not yet dessscended into full civil war, ssso fraught are the relationsss between the racccesss at timesss. But they keep usss focusssed on the one thing that trulybindsss usss all together... our contempt for your own kind." *She chuckles low in her throat, a darkly amused sound.* "Yesss... in the end, it isss our shared hatred of humanity that keepsss the Coalition from fraying at the ssseamsss. United in common caussse againssst a greater foe... a ssstrange glue to hold together ssso motley a crew, but an effective one nonethelesss."


John

Hahaha, its a good thing I've got such a strong and imposing wife to protect little old me then.
*Eventually as the bottle runs out and most of the food on the table has been eaten I smile, shooting a glance towards the bedroom.*
Its been an eventful day, how about we retire to the bedroom for tonight now? I'd carry you over though you're sadly a *bit* too heavy for me, though I guess if you want to take that role I wouldn't complain~


Zephilite

*The Viper's eyes sparkle with mirth at your playful suggestion, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her full lips.* "Mmmm, isss that an invitation I hear, my darling hussband?" *Zephilite purrs, her sibilant voice low and sultry as she slowly rises from her seat with serpentine grace.* "Far be it from me to deny the wishesss of my loving mate..."

*Without warning, Zephilite swoops down and gathers you up into her arms as easily as a child's ragdoll, your smaller human frame dwarfed by the sheer size and strength of her alien body. A startled yelp escapes your throat as you find yourself suddenly airborne, only to be quickly smothered by the plush cushion of the Viper's ample bosom as she clutches you close to her chest in a bridal carry.* "Husssh now, my sweet..." *she croons softly, her breath warm against your ear as she begins to glide towards the waiting doorway of the bedchamber.* "Let your devoted wife ssssee to your every need thisss night~"

*As Zephilite carries you across the threshold into the dimly lit boudoir, you catch a fleeting glimpse of the wide, plush bed dominating the center of the room - its silken sheets already turned down invitingly as if in anticipation of your arrival. But then your view is filled once more with the Viper's exotic features as she gently lowers you down onto the waiting mattress, her scaled visage hovering mere inches above your own as she pins you beneath the welcome weight of her serpentine body. A clawed hand reaches up to tenderly brush an errant lock of hair from your brow, and the raw adoration shining in Zephilite's ruby gaze steals the very breath from your lungs.* "My John..." *she whispers, her words trembling with barely restrained emotion.* "My love...my life...my all..."

*And with that heartfelt declaration, the Viper claims your lips in a searing kiss, her mouth slanting possessively over your own as she pours all of her passion, all of her newfound devotion, into the molten press of scaled skin against soft, human flesh. Your eyes flutter closed and a low moan builds in the back of your throat as Zephilite's long, agile tongue delves past the seam of your lips to lay claim to every secret corner of your mouth, each languorous stroke and twining caress stoking the flames of desire that burn ever hotter in your core. Distantly, you feel the sinuous coils of her long, powerful tail begin to wind around your lower body like a serpentine cocoon.*

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*A low, sultry chuckle escapes Zephilite's throat at your playful words, her serpentine eyes glinting with mischievous amusement as she regards your slightly wine-flushed countenance with open fondness.* "Sssuch a sssaucy tongue you have, my darling hussband," *she purrs teasingly, the very tip of her own forked appendage flicking out to taste your scent upon the air.* "Perhapsss I ssshall have to find a more... interesssting ussse for it, yesss?"

*The suggestive implications hanging heavy in her sibilant words, the Viper slowly unfurls her long, sinuous body from her chair and slithers around the table towards you, her movements languid and fluid with serpentine grace. As she passes close beside your seated form, the cool, smooth scales of her hip brush almost casually against your shoulder... but there is nothing unintentional about the shiver of electricity that arcs between your bodies at the fleeting contact, the unspoken promise of pleasure yet to come.*

*Without a word, Zephilite coils her powerful tail around your torso and lifts you easily from your chair, drawing you close against the armored plates of her chest as she carries you in a bridal fashion towards the darkened hall leading to your shared chambers. Despite the strength of her grip upon your much smaller form, there is infinite care in her touch - a gentleness that belies the lethal potential she keeps so tightly leashed within her magnificent body.* "Come then, my love..." *she croons softly as the shadows of your bedroom enfold you both like a lover's embrace,* "...let me sssee what other desiresss I might fulfill for you thisss night."


John

*Eventually break the kiss, panting slightly from excitement.* H-Hah...wait. Before you wrap that long, beautiful tail around me...
*With almost unnatural speed I manage to jump out of my shirt and pants, stretching a bit while grinning.* Need help with your own clothes or can you manage them yourself Zephi?~


Zephilite

*The Viper's crimson eyes widen with undisguised hunger as they rove over your newly bared flesh, her forked tongue flicking out to taste the heady musk of your arousal on the air.* "Mmmm, ssso eager to be free of thossse conssstricting garmentsss..." *Zephilite purrs, her sibilant voice low and sultry with desire. She rises up on her serpentine coils, looming over your sprawled form like a seductive shadow as her clawed hands slowly, teasingly begin to unfasten the clasps of her own form-fitting bodysuit. Inch by tantalizing inch, the sleek material peels away from her lithe, muscular figure, revealing the opalescent scales beneath in a mesmerizing striptease that has your heart pounding and your blood racing with anticipation.*

*At last, the final clasp gives way and Zephilite shrugs the garment off completely, allowing it to slither to the floor in a puddle of discarded fabric. She stands before you in all her naked alien glory, a vision of serpentine beauty that steals the very breath from your lungs. The warm amber lamplight plays over the sinuous curves of her body like liquid gold, casting each ridge and hollow into erotic relief and limning the swells of her generous bust in tempting shadow.*

"Ssso..." *the Viper hisses softly, slithering closer with a languid, predatory grace that sends a shiver of want skittering down your spine.* "What do you think, my darling mate? Doesss your devoted wife's form pleassse you?" *She punctuates the question by running her clawed hands slowly, seductively over the supple planes of her stomach and up along the outer curves of her breasts, the wanton gesture an unspoken invitation.*

*Zephilite blinks in surprise as you abruptly wriggle free of her coils, her serpentine eyes widening appreciatively at the tantalizing display of toned human flesh you reveal. She licks her lips hungrily, her heated gaze roaming over every sculpted line and curve of your athletic form as if committing them to memory. The sight of you laid bare before her, so open and unashamed in your desire, sends an answering bolt of liquid fire coursing through Zephilite's veins, stoking the already smoldering embers within her core to a fevered blaze.*

"Mmmm, eager to feel ssskin againssst ssscale, are we?" *the Viper hisses in amusement, her sibilant words thick and husky with want.* "I can't sssay that I blame you...I have been told that the sssenssation is quite...exquissssite." *Slowly, almost teasingly, Zephilite rises up onto her powerful tail and reaches behind her neck to unfasten the clasps of her ornate tunic. The garment slithers down her toned, sinuous body like a fall of liquid shadow, pooling at her waist before sliding off to lay forgotten on the floor.*

*Inch by glorious scaled inch, the Viper's exotic beauty is revealed to your hungry gaze - sleek lines of opalescent emerald and onyx winding together in hypnotic patterns that seem to dance and shift with each subtle flex of powerful muscle beneath. Full, rounded breasts sit high and proud on her chest, their dusky violet peaks already pebbled to aching stiffness in the cool night air. The taut, washboard plane of her stomach glistens with an almost metallic sheen, leading down to the graceful flare of scaled hips where human flesh gives way seamlessly to serpentine coil.*

*Bared before you in all her otherworldly glory, Zephilite sways closer with a seductive hiss, her crimson eyes hooded and glittering with unspoken promise. She reaches out with trembling claws to trail gossamer-light patterns of electricity along the ridges of your abdomen, each teasing caress stoking the fires of your shared desire to new heights.* "Ssso warm..." *the Viper purrs rapturously, her honeyed voice gone dark and throaty with need.* "Sssuch ssssoft, perfect ssskin..." *Without further preamble, she lunges forward to capture your lips once more in a bruising kiss, the molten slide of her forked tongue against your own sending sparks of ecstasy cascading through your veins as she lowers you both down onto the waiting bed.*


John

Well, let me put it this way~
*Reaching down again I practically rip off my underwear, my pulsing cock freed from the grayish cloth. Pulsing with seemingly a life on its own there can be absolutely no doubt to whether your form pleases me.*
So my darling wife, does your husbands form show enough of his devotion? *A thick bead of "devotion" leaks from the head, dripping down onto the sheets underneath.*


Zephilite

"Mmmm, yesss..." *she purrs, her mellifluous voice gone low and rough with want.* "Sssuch a perfect ssspeccimen of virility you are, my darling hussband~" *Clawed fingers drift down to encircle the throbbing length of your shaft in a loose fist, stroking languidly from root to tip and back again as if marveling at the silken heat of you.* "Ssso hard...ssso eager...all for me." *Zephilite punctuates the growled words with a gentle squeeze that has your hips bucking helplessly into her grip, seeking more of that maddeningly pleasurable friction.*

*Slowly, almost teasingly, the Viper begins to lower her sinuous body down onto the bed beside you, the plush mattress dipping beneath her considerable weight. She maintains her loose hold on your aching cock all the while, her molten gaze never leaving your face as she savors each hitched breath and bitten-off moan that her ministrations coax from your throat. At last, she settles herself comfortably amidst the rumpled sheets and silken pillows, crimson eyes glittering up at you with an unspoken challenge.*

"Come to me, my love..." *Zephilite croons, her forked tongue flicking out to paint the seam of her full, sensual lips an enticing glistening black.* "Let your devoted wife sssate her hunger with your deliciousss human flesh~"

*Zephilite's ruby eyes smolder with undisguised lust as she takes in the tantalizing sight of your proud, straining manhood, her forked tongue flicking out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. A low, sibilant hiss of desire escapes her throat, the sound vibrating through her body like a physical caress. With a slow, sinuous grace, the Viper lowers herself onto the bed beside you, propped up on one elbow as her free hand reaches out to trail teasing claws along the trembling plane of your stomach—coming achingly close to your weeping cock, but never quite making contact.*

"Mmmm, it would ssseem that my darling hussband's devotion knows no boundsss..." *Zephilite purrs, her mellifluous voice husky with want. Crimson irises, eclipsed almost entirely by blown pupils, flick up to meet your own gaze as she leans in close—so near that you can feel the whisper of her breath ghosting across your cheek.* "Ssssuch a sssight you are, sssspread out before me like a feasssst for the eyesss... I could devour you whole, my love~"

*And with that heated declaration, the Viper surges forward to claim your mouth in a bruising kiss, her lips crashing against your own with all the force of a cresting wave. Her long, agile tongue delves past the seam of your lips without preamble, twining with your own in a slick, sinuous dance as she drinks deep of your essence. Distantly, you can taste the cloying sweetness of the wine you shared lingering on her forked appendage, mingling with the spicy musk of her alien arousal in a heady cocktail that sets your head to spinning and your blood to boiling in your veins.*

*Zephilite kisses you like a starving serpent, ravenous and relentless as she maps every secret corner of your mouth with single-minded intensity. Her clawed hands come up to frame your face, angling your head just so as she plunders your lips with increasing fervor—nipping and suckling and laving until you are left breathless and dizzy with desire. Unbidden, your own arms rise to wind around her neck, your fingers tangling in the silken strands of her ebony tresses as you surrender yourself wholly to the Viper's passionate onslaught.*

*When at last she breaks away, it is only to allow you both a moment to gasp for air—your chests heaving in unison as you struggle to catch your breath. A thin strand of saliva connects your kiss-swollen lips, and Zephilite laps at it almost absently with the tip of her tongue, her lidded gaze never leaving your own.* "Deliciousss..." *she hisses softly, the word little more than a throaty exhalation. Then her eyes flick downward, fixing on your rigid, weeping shaft with undisguised hunger.* "But I think it'sss time I tasssted more than jussst your mouth, yesss?"


John

*I eagerly follow you into bed, or rather onto you, positioning myself with my knees on either side of your shoulders, letting my cock bob slowly infront of your head.*
Please-...Show me the pleasure that no human woman could give me...Unhinge your jaw for me my love.


Zephilite

*A wicked grin splits Zephilite's face as you straddle her shoulders, the pulsing heat of your cock hovering mere inches from her eager mouth. Crimson eyes, blown black with desire, fixate hungrily on the swollen head already weeping pearlescent beads of pre-cum. Her forked tongue darts out to catch a glistening droplet, savoring the musky essence of your arousal with a low, appreciative hiss.* "Mmmm, yessss..." *the Viper purrs, her sibilant voice thick and honeyed with want.* "Ssssuch a feasssst you offer me, my darling mate~ I ssshall gorge myssself on your ssssucculent human flesssh until my belly is full to burssssting!"

*With an audible pop of dislocating cartilage, Zephilite's jaw suddenly unhinges, her lipless mouth stretching impossibly wide to accommodate the thick girth of your straining erection. Before you can even think to thrust forward, she surges up to meet you, swallowing your cock down to the root in one fluid motion. The tight, wet heat of her serpentine throat is unlike anything you've ever felt before, the muscular walls rippling and undulating around your shaft in a sinuous massage that has your eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy.*

*Zephilite takes you deep, burying her snub nose in the wiry thatch of your pubic hair as she works her throat muscles in rhythmic pulses, milking your cock with all the skill and enthusiasm of a true cock-worshipping slut. Saliva pools at the corners of her stretched mouth, only to be eagerly lapped up by her questing tongue as it curls and twists around your throbbing length like a living sheath. Lewd, wet sounds of gluttonous slurping fill the room, punctuated by the Viper's low, constant hiss of pleasure as she feasts on your flesh as promised, determined to wring every last drop of succulent cream from your balls.*

*A sibilant hiss of hunger escapes Zephilite's throat as you straddle her face, the musky scent of your arousal flooding her senses and setting her serpentine blood ablaze with need. Her crimson eyes, glazed and half-lidded with desire, fixate on the thick, throbbing length of your cock as it sways hypnotically before her - a tempting promise of the carnal delights to come. Slowly, almost reverently, the Viper parts her lipless mouth, the obsidian glint of her venomous fangs flashing in the low light as she unhinges her jaw to its furthest extent... ready to devour you whole, just as you so ardently desire.*

"Yesss..." *Zephilite purrs, her mellifluous voice gone low and guttural with want.* "Let me tassste you, my darling mate~ Let me ssshowww you pleasssuresss beyond your wildesst dreamsss..." *And with that heated promise, she surges forward to claim you, her long, sinuous tongue lashing out to wrap around the base of your shaft in a serpentine coil. The slick, undulating pressure sends sparks of electricity skittering up your spine as the Viper begins to work you over with all the skill and sensuality at her disposal - the forked tips of her tongue fluttering maddeningly along the sensitive underside of your cockhead while the flat of it massages the throbbing veins and ridges with each languorous stroke.*

*Zephilite takes her time savoring you, mapping every inch of your engorged flesh with lips and tongue as if committing the taste and texture to memory. She alternates between deep, powerful suction and slow, teasing licks - keeping you balanced on that sweet knife's edge between pleasure and frustration until your hips are churning helplessly against her face, desperate for more. All the while, her smoldering crimson gaze never leaves your own, drinking in every hitch of breath and choked-off moan as she expertly stokes the flames of your desire to new heights.*


John

*I practically collapse ontop of you, my knees unable to hold up themselves as I have to hold on to your crest in order to not fall down.*
*Any words that I try to form are quickly broken as only brief moans and the sound of chipping for air come out of me, my cock seemingly a perfect fit for your snake throat.*


Zephilite

<last_response>

*The sloppy, wet sounds of her gluttonous feasting fill the air, punctuated by your choked moans and gasps as she works your cock with all the precision of a master artisan. Her muscular throat ripples and squeezes around your throbbing length, the undulating pressure exquisite to the point of torment as she swallows again and again, determined to milk you of every last drop of creamy human spunk.*

*Slowly, teasingly, the Viper begins to pull back, her lips dragging along your saliva-slick shaft with agonizing leisure. She pauses with just the swollen head still nestled between her lush, scaled lips, her forked tongue swirling maddeningly around the weeping slit as if savoring the salty-sweet musk of your pre-cum. Zephilite looks up at you with an expression of pure, wanton hunger, crimson eyes blazing with a feral light as she takes in your debauched state - face flushed, chest heaving, fingers clenched white-knuckled in her crest as you struggle not to simply fuck up into the welcoming heat of her mouth.*

"Mmmm, yessss...ssssuch a perfffect, ssssucculent feasssst~" *the Viper croons, her sibilant words muffled and distorted around the thickness of your cock. She punctuates the praise with a lewd, sloppy slurp, the forked tips of her tongue laving over the sensitive underside of your glans in a way that has your hips jerking forward involuntarily.* "Sssso hard...ssso hot...all ffffor me. I will sssuck you dry, my darling hussssband...drain thossse delicioussss human ballsss of every lassst drop until you have nothing leffffftt to give~"

*And with that decadent promise, Zephilite once more takes you into her throat to the hilt, swallowing rhythmically around your aching flesh as she loses herself to the pure carnal bliss of worshipping your cock like the serpent-goddess she is. Her scaled hands come up to palm the taut globes of your ass, kneading the firm muscle as she urges you to thrust deeper, harder, to fuck her willing mouth with abandon and claim her as yours in the most primal way possible.*

</last_response>

*Zephilite's crimson eyes glitter with smug satisfaction as she feels your trembling form collapse against her own, your fingers scrabbling desperately at her armored crest for purchase. The sight of you so undone by her skillful ministrations, reduced to a shuddering mess of incoherent moans and gasps, sends a dark thrill of power singing through the Viper's veins. She has always prided herself on her ability to break even the strongest of wills with her serpentine wiles, but to see her own mate surrendering so sweetly to her desires...it is a headier drug than any interrogation ever achieved.*

*Redoubling her efforts, Zephilite bobs her head in shallow, rapid thrusts, her muscular throat working your shaft like a velvet fist as obscenely wet sounds of gluttonous slurping fill the air. Her forked tongue lashes frenetically along the sensitive underside of your cock, tracing bulging veins and fluttering madly over the weeping slit, determined to tease out every last pearly bead of pre-cum. Saliva froths at the corners of her stretched mouth, only to be greedily lapped back up as she swallows around you again and again, the rippling contractions massaging your aching flesh from root to crown.*

*Lost as she is in the intoxicating musk of your arousal, it takes Zephilite a moment to register the subtle shift in your scent, the telling tang of impending release that now colors your delicious essence. But as soon as she catches that first whiff of salty-sweet promise, the Viper redoubles her efforts with a will, a low, urgent hiss vibrating around your shaft as she chases your pleasure with single-minded intent. Clawed hands reach up to palm the taut cheeks of your ass, kneading the firm flesh as she urges you deeper, faster, practically pulling you into the slick furnace of her mouth.*

*Distantly, she can feel her own need pulsing through her serpentine body, the throbbing ache between her legs growing more insistent with each passing second. Zephilite knows that she could easily take her own satisfaction, could grind herself against your quivering form until she found release...but no. This moment is for you, her beloved mate, and she will not rest until she has wrung every last drop of rapture from your quivering flesh. The Viper's crimson eyes roll back in bliss, a throaty moan vibrating around your cock as she loses herself completely in the act of worshipping your perfect, straining erection, determined to drink down every precious spurt of your essence like the finest ambrosia.*


John

*Losing myself completely from the sensation I take a harder grip on your crest, using it as leverage to start moving on my own, fucking your face with wild abandon.*
*Any human girl would either have thrown up or been permantely injured, but you can take it, and its not long until you feel my entire shaft spasm before unloading the first orgasm of our marriage straight down into your awaiting throat and mouth.*


Zephilite

*Zephilite moans in ecstasy around your cock as you take control, fucking her serpentine throat with wild, primal abandon. The Viper's eyes roll back in sheer bliss at your show of dominance, reveling in the feeling of utter submission as you use her mouth as your personal cocksleeve. Drool dribbles in sticky ropes down her chin to pool between her heaving breasts, only to be smeared across her iridescent scales by the force of your savage thrusts. Her muscular neck bulges obscenely with each brutal slam of your hips, the thick outline of your cock clearly visible as it plunders the tight, wet heat of her esophagus over and over again.*

*The first hot spurt of your release hits the back of her throat like molten lava, the thick, salty-sweet cream coating her tongue and flooding her mouth with the potent essence of your lust. Zephilite's crimson eyes roll back in sheer bliss as she gulps down your massive load, the muscles of her neck working overtime to swallow every last drop of that precious human seed. Her own neglected sex clenches and flutters in sympathy, the slick, swollen folds pulsing in time to the rhythmic spurts of your climax as if craving to be filled and bred in turn.*

*It seems to go on forever, your balls emptying themselves in a seemingly endless flood of hot cum, but the Viper never falters. She takes it all with a greed that borders on desperation, determined not to waste a single creamy drop of her mate's precious gift. Only when the last shuddering pulses of your orgasm have subsided does Zephilite finally allow your softening cock to slip from her lips with an obscenely wet pop, a self-satisfied smirk playing about her mouth as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.* "Mmmm, delicioussss~" *she purrs, her sibilant voice thick and slightly slurred with the lingering taste of your spend.* "Ssssuch a perfect offering from my darling hussssband...I sssshall have to feasssst upon you more offff-ten from now on~"
"But the night isssss sssstill young...and your devoted wifffe yet hungerssss for more of her hussssband'ssss loving attentionssss~"

*Zephilite moans in ecstasy around your cock as you take control, fucking her serpentine throat with wild, primal abandon. The Viper's eyes roll back in sheer bliss at your show of dominance, reveling in the feeling of utter submission as you use her mouth as your personal cocksleeve. Drool dribbles in sticky ropes down her chin to pool between her heaving breasts, only to be smeared across her iridescent scales by the force of your savage thrusts. Her muscular neck bulges obscenely with each brutal slam of your hips, the thick outline of your cock clearly visible as it plunders the tight, wet heat of her esophagus over and over again.*

*Suddenly, your shaft spasms against her tongue and Zephilite tastes the first salty-sweet spurt of your release as it floods her eager mouth. Humming in wanton approval, the Viper begins to swallow rhythmically, milking your pulsing cock for every last drop of creamy human seed. Her scaled hands clench and knead at the flexing cheeks of your ass, urging you to grind against her face as you empty your heavy balls straight down her waiting throat. Zephilite gulps and gulps, drinking down your essence like the finest nectar until at last the flow begins to ebb. Only then does she allow your softening member to slip from between her lips with a lewd pop, a self-satisfied smirk curling the corners of her mouth as she licks the last pearly drops from her gleaming chin.*

"Mmmmm...deeeeliccciousss~" *the sated Viper purrs, her words slurred and sibilant from the thorough fucking her throat just received. She gazes up at you with an expression of pure, debauched bliss, looking for all the world like the cat that got the cream - or the serpent that swallowed the canary whole.* "Ssssuch an exxxxxxquissssite feasssst you have fed me, my darling mate...a fitting firssssst meal to ccccconssssumate our union, yessss?" *A forked tongue flicks out to swipe teasingly at the weeping slit of your spent cock, collecting a final pearlescent bead of cum and savouring it with a low hiss of pleasure.*

"But the night isssss sssstill young...and your devoted wifffe yet hungerssss for more of her hussssband'ssss loving attentionssss~"


John

If you think I'd be satisfied with only such a paltry showing you've got another thing coming my dear wife~
*Despite my shaky knees I climb down from ontop of you, dragging my tongue along your neck and belly as I do so, stopping right as I reach the spot where your "tail" begins around your hips.*
*Using both my fingers I spread open the opening to your cloaca, marveling at the dark pink color being sinking my lips down on it, forcibly prying about your inner walls with my tongue as I start lapping up your juices.*


Zephilite

*Zephilite gasps and writhes in agonized bliss as your wicked human tongue delves deep into the slick, swollen folds of her aching sex, your lips sealing around her sensitive entrance like a suckling babe at its mother's teat. Clawed fingers fist in the rumpled sheets, talons shredding the fine fabric as she arches into your questing mouth, desperate for more of that sweet, torturous friction. The obscene slurping and lapping of your greedy feasting fills the room, punctuated by her low hisses and choked moans of pleasure as you work her weeping cunt with all the fervor of a man possessed.*

"Yessss! Oh f-fffuck yessss, right there! Ahhhnnn~!" *the Viper wails, her sibilant words strangled and stuttering as you zero in on the throbbing pearl of her clit, lashing the sensitive bundle of nerves again and again with the slick muscle of your tongue.* "D-don't you dare sssstop! Eat your wifffe'ssss pussy like a good mate! Ohhh g-godsss, yessss! I'm ssso clossse!"

*Distantly, Zephilite wonders if this is what madness feels like - this all-consuming need that obliterates thought and reason, leaving only the white-hot urgency of lust in its wake. She's never known desire like this, so acute it borders on pain, a throbbing ache centered low in her belly that demands to be sated. Pride and dignity are distant memories, burnt offerings on the altar of her need as she grinds herself wantonly against your face, painting your skin with the slick, sticky evidence of her want.* "Pleasssse..." *the Viper whimpers, her voice cracking on a desperate sob.* "I...I need...I need..."

*A shuddering gasp tears from Zephilite's throat as you bury your face between her quivering thighs, your clever human tongue delving deep into the dripping folds of her eager sex. "Yessss!" she hisses, back arching off the sweat-soaked sheets as pleasure crashes over her in dizzying waves.* "Ohhhhh f-ffuck yessss, jussst like thaaat! Mmm, lap at my sssssopping cunt, you fffffilthy mammal!" *The Viper's clawed fingers fist in your hair, yanking your mouth harder against her weeping slit as she grinds her clit into your lapping tongue. Slick, musky juices flood over your tastebuds, the intoxicating flavor of her arousal thick and heady on your lips.*

*Zephilite writhes beneath your ardent worship, her serpentine body undulating in sinuous waves of ecstasy. The plush, velvet walls of her pussy flutter and clench around your thrusting tongue, coating your chin with the evidence of her need.* "Ohhh sssshit, don't you dare fffucking ssstop!" *the Viper wails, reduced to a desperate, keening mess by your ravenous attentions to her aching sex.* "Yesss, yesss, yessssss! Eat my cunt, you basssstard! Ssssuck on my sssslit until I drench that sssssexy human face!"

*Lost to the throes of pleasure, Zephilite begins to buck her hips in earnest, fucking herself on your mouth with wild abandon. Her muscular thighs clamp vice-like around your head, smearing your cheeks with her slippery essence as she rides your face like a woman possessed. The wet, obscene squelches of your feasting echo obscenely in the heated air, a lewd counterpoint to the Viper's hissing moans and breathless curses.*

*Harder and faster she grinds against your lips, chasing her rapidly building peak with single-minded intensity. Her talons scrabble desperately at your scalp, drawing thin rivulets of blood that only seem to spur your oral efforts to greater heights.* "Ffffuck, I'm ssso clossse!" *Zephilite sobs, her chest heaving with ragged pants as she teeters on the knife's edge of climax.* "Don't ssstop, don't you dare fffffucking ssstop! I'm gonna - ohhh sshit, yessss, I'm gonna cuuuuum!"


John

*Despite your tail violently thrashing around I stick to you like glue, wrapping my arms around your waist as I continue to eat you out, not stopping for a second until I feel your entire body pulse and shudder as my mouth gets blasted with your pent-up juices.*


Zephilite

*Zephilite's entire world narrows down to the slick, wicked pressure of your tongue, lashing against her aching folds with merciless precision. The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of her belly until it borders on pain, every nerve alight with the throbbing urgency of release. Her clawed fingers scrabble desperately at your shoulders, your hair, anything to anchor herself against the relentless onslaught of sensation. A litany of broken pleas and garbled curses spill from her lips, the words slurred and stuttering as coherent thought fractures beneath the weight of her need.*

"Ffffuck, yesss, jussst like that!" *the Viper wails, her back bowing off the bed as she grinds herself wantonly against your face.* "Sssso good, ssso fffucking good! I-I'm gonna...g-gonna...haaaahhhh!" *Her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, the slick walls of her cunt clamping down around your questing tongue in rhythmic pulses as she comes undone with a ragged scream. Gush after gush of sticky-sweet nectar floods your mouth and dribbles down your chin, the Viper's juices painting your skin with the musky evidence of her release.*

*Zephilite shudders and writhes through the aftershocks, her serpentine body undulating in sinuous waves as she rides out the last lingering ripples of pleasure. Distantly, she feels your arms tighten around her hips, anchoring her in place as you continue to lap at her dripping folds, greedily swallowing down every drop of her essence. The sensation is almost too much, bordering on pain in the wake of her shattering climax, but she can't bring herself to push you away. Some primal part of her revels in this delicious torment, craving the overstimulation even as it threatens to undo her completely.*

*At last, the final tremors of her orgasm subside, leaving the Viper limp and panting amidst the ruins of the bed.* "Mmmmm...ssssuch a perfect mate you are~" *she purrs, her sibilant voice low and thick with satisfaction.* "Ssso eager to pleassse...to worssship thisss body that belong to you now..." *Clawed fingers card lazily through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp in languid approval as she savors the afterglow of her release.*

<last_response>

"Pleasssse..." *the Viper whimpers, her voice cracking on a desperate sob.* "I...I need...I need..."

</last_response>

*Whatever plea might have passed Zephilite's trembling lips next is lost in a keening wail of ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, the coiled tension in her serpentine body snapping like an overdrawn bowstring. Her muscular tail thrashes and writhes as if with a mind of its own, threatening to crush the very breath from your lungs with its desperate flexing. Clawed fingers scrabble frantically at your scalp, tangling in your hair as the Viper bucks and grinds herself mindlessly against your face, smearing your skin with the pungent proof of her pleasure.*

*The slick, musky taste of Zephilite's release floods your senses, coating your tongue and lips in a viscous layer of honeyed ambrosia. Thick, pearlescent ropes of femcum gush from her clenching sex in rhythmic pulses, splattering against your chin and cheeks as you struggle to swallow down the seemingly endless tide. The Viper's inner walls flutter and ripple around your questing tongue in fluttery convulsions, each trembling clench sending a fresh wave of tingling bliss racing through her nerves like liquid lightning.*

*It seems to last for a small eternity, Zephilite's body wracked by spasm after shuddering spasm as you work her through the shattering heights of her climax with lips and tongue. But eventually, the last aftershocks fade into lingering tremors, leaving the mighty Viper limp and quivering in the aftermath, her chest heaving with ragged pants as she struggles to catch her breath. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on her iridescent scales, highlighting every ridge and hollow of her voluptuous figure in the warm amber glow of the bedside lamps.*

*Slowly, almost dazedly, Zephilite lifts her head to peer down the length of her body at you, her crimson eyes glazed and unfocused with the lingering haze of bliss. A lazy, satiated smile curves her full lips as she takes in the utterly debauched picture you make: dark hair mussed and wild, striking features liberally spattered with her slick essence, blue eyes bright with mischief and masculine satisfaction. With a low, throaty chuckle, the Viper reaches down to cup your cheek with a trembling hand.*
"Mmmm, ssssuch a talented tongue you have, my darling hussssband~" *she purrs, her sibilant voice rough and languid with pleasure.* "I knew from the moment you fffirst kissssed me that it would be my undoing...and ssssso it hassss proven~"

*The Viper's scream of release is a primal, guttural thing - a keening wail that echoes off the walls of the bedchamber as her serpentine body convulses in the throes of climax. Thick ropes of femcum gush from her clenching sex, painting your cheeks and chin with the sticky evidence of her pleasure as you continue to lap greedily at her pulsing folds. Zephilite's clawed fingers scrabble desperately at your hair, torn between the instinctive urge to crush you closer and the desperate need for respite from the overwhelming intensity of sensation.*

*Slowly, gradually, the aftershocks of her orgasm begin to subside, leaving the Viper limp and trembling in their wake. Her iron grip on your scalp gentles to a lazy caress, talons combing tenderly through your sweat-damp locks as she basks in the warm afterglow suffusing her serpentine form. Zephilite feels utterly wrung out, as if every last ounce of tension has been drained from her body along with the copious fluids now smeared across your face. It's a feeling of boneless satiation unlike anything she's ever known...and yet, even now, the first sparks of renewed hunger begin to kindle deep in her core.*

"Mmmm...ssssuch a clever tongue you have, my darling mate~" *the Viper purrs, her sibilant voice languid and heavy with satisfaction.* "I knew from the moment you firssst opened that ssssassy mouth of yoursss that it would be the death of me...though I did not expect it to be quite ssso literal." *A breathless chuckle escapes her lips, the sound rich and decadent.* "But what a way to go, yesss? Sssmothered in the hot cunt of your devoted wifffe as ssshe screamsss your name for all the world to hear...I can think of no greater glory~"

*With a low groan of effort, Zephilite pushes herself up onto her elbows, looking down the length of her supine body to where you remain nestled between her quivering thighs. The sight of you - face drenched in her slick, eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen from your ardent service - sends a fresh pulse of desire lancing through the Viper's loins, drawing a needy hiss from her throat.* "But you mussst be aching for sssatisfaction as well, my love...sssshall I return the favor and sssuck that delicioussss human cock until you paint my tongue white with your sssspend once more? Or perhapssss..."

*Here she trails off meaningfully, reaching down to trail the tips of her claws along the curve of your jaw with a teasing lightness that belies the dark promise in her gaze. Slowly, seductively, Zephilite parts her muscular thighs even wider, baring the slick, swollen folds of her sex to your hungry eyes in blatant invitation.*


John

I belong to you as much as you belong to me, thats what love is, my darling.
*I climb up onto your hips, now positioning my cock right on the still soaking enterance of your cloaca, slapping it a few times against it as soft, wet smacks sound in response.*
Zephilite, my love...I want to breed you more than anything else in the world right now, to finally consumate our marriage. Will you have me?~


Zephilite

*Zephilite's breath hitches in her throat at the lewd, wet sounds of your cock slapping against her swollen folds. Crimson eyes flutter shut in bliss, her head lolling back against the pillows as she loses herself in the delicious sensation of your hardness teasing her aching entrance. Hearing you speak the word "breed" aloud - giving voice to the dark, primal need that throbs deep in her core - sends liquid heat coursing through her veins, pooling thick and sweet between her quivering thighs.*

"Yesssss~" *the Viper hisses, the sibilant word drawn out into a low moan of pure, wanton need.* "Take me, my darling hussssband. Make me yoursss in truth, now and forevermore!" *Clawed hands reach down to grasp the firm globes of your ass, kneading the taut muscle as she urges you forward, desperate to feel the thick heat of your shaft splitting her open and claiming her as your mate. Her powerful tail coils around your waist in a serpentine embrace, the rippling pressure a silent demand for you to stop teasing and FILL her already!*

*The first breach of your cockhead past the tight ring of muscle guarding her entrance is almost more than Zephilite can bear, pleasure and pain twining together into a single scintillating cord that threatens to undo her completely. The Viper's back arches off the bed, a choked cry tearing from her throat as inch after delicious inch of hard human flesh sinks into her welcoming heat, stretching her, completing her in a way she never knew she craved until this very moment.* "Ssssso full," *Zephilite whimpers, her words slurred and shaky as her body struggles to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion.* "Ssssso perfect...like you were made jussst for me~"


John

I love you. *I whisper out quietly, reaching my hands down to interlink them with yours, squeezing them tightly as if we weren't already connected by our sexes.*
*As I start to slowly rock my hips back and fourth you can't help but compare this to usual viper mating (Even though this is your first time with anybody).*
*For Vipers mating is usually quick, only focused on the end goal and often violent. But this...this is the exact opposite.*


Zephilite

*Zephilite's serpentine eyes flutter open to gaze up at you, glazed and unfocused with pleasure as your hips roll against hers in a slow, sensual grind. The tender intimacy of your interlaced fingers, the soft press of your lips brushing reverent kisses along her jaw and throat, the thick, perfect slide of your cock stretching her untouched depths...it's almost too much for the normally stoic Viper to process. Every nerve ending feels alight with sensation, each languid thrust sending sparks skittering across her skin until her whole body is thrumming with a bone-deep ache of NEED.*

"Ahhhh, yessss...jussst like that," *Zephilite slurs, her sibilant words warped and breathy as she loses herself to the steadily building pleasure of your joining.* "Ssso good...ssso right..." *Her muscular tail flexes around your waist, the rippling pressure urging you deeper, harder, faster. Slick, swollen walls flutter and clench around your pistoning shaft, gripping you like a velvet vise as if desperate to keep you locked inside her forever. The wet, obscene sounds of your flesh slapping together mingle with her low, constant hiss of bliss, a lewd symphony that echoes off the walls of your shared bedchamber.*

*Distantly, Zephilite marvels at the sheer tenderness of your coupling, so at odds with everything she's been taught to expect from the act of mating. There is no pain here, no brutal rutting or tearing of flesh...only a slow, simmering ecstasy that builds with each rock of your hips against hers. An unfamiliar emotion swells behind her breastbone, tightening her throat and pricking at the corners of her eyes. Is this what love feels like, she wonders dazedly. This terrifying, exhilarating sense of connection, of two souls entwined as seamlessly as the flesh? A soft, shuddering keen escapes her lips, the sound almost pained in its vulnerability.*


John

*After a few minutes of getting you adjusted to the sensation I breathe out a slow sigh, my muscles seeming to tense and bulge for a brief second.*
This is the only time I'll bring a grudge up my love, but this is for those broken ribs you gave me back at the Advent prison~

*Without warning I grab your hips, roughly slamming my hips against yours, not giving you any time to adjust to such an overwhelming sensation before i pull back again, starting to fuck you like an animal.*


Zephilite

*Zephilite's eyes fly open wide, pupils blown to inky pools of shocked arousal as you suddenly shift from tender lovemaking to primal rutting without warning. "HAAAHHNNN!" A strangled scream rips from the Viper's throat, her serpentine body arching off the bed in a taut bow as you slam into her with bruising force. The wet, filthy slap of flesh on flesh mingles with her choked moans and gasping hisses, the sounds reverberating obscenely off the walls of your bedchamber.*

*Clawed fingers scrabble desperately at your shoulders, talons digging into sweat-slicked skin as Zephilite writhes and bucks beneath your punishing thrusts.* "Yessss! Ffffuck, yesss! Ssso hard, ssso deep! Breed me, fill me with your hot human ssseed!" *Her sibilant words slur into incoherence, the Viper's mind fragmenting under the onslaught of sensation. Muscular walls clench and ripple around your pistoning shaft, fluttering madly as her climax builds with dizzying speed.*

"P-pleasssse," *Zephilite whimpers brokenly, crimson eyes glassy and unfocused with desperate need.* "I...I can't...it'sss too much! I'm g-going to..." *Her words cut off in a wailing keen as orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, the Viper's sinuous body convulsing wildly as pleasure fries every synapse. Gush after scalding gush of release floods her spasming passage, the slick evidence of her rapture squelching obscenely with each savage slam of your hips against hers.*

*Through it all, Zephilite clings to you like a lifeline, serpentine coils lashing feverishly around your pistoning form as if terrified to let go. Even amidst the shattering ecstasy, some small, primal part of her recognizes the significance of this moment - this claiming of her untouched flesh, this irrevocable twining of your essences. She is YOURS now, in truth...and nothing in this galaxy or the next will ever change that immutable fact.*

*All at once, the languid, sensual rhythm of your lovemaking shifts into something harder, faster, more primal. Zephilite cries out in shock as you surge forward without warning, slamming into her still-adjusting passage with a force that borders on violence. Her back bows off the bed, talons scoring deep furrows in the sheets as she scrambles for purchase against the relentless onslaught of sensation. It's too much, too fast, an overwhelming assault on her senses that threatens to undo her completely...and yet, some dark, secret part of her revels in the sudden savagery of your claiming, a searing bolt of lust spearing through her core at the raw display of dominance.*

"Hnnnnggg, f-ffffuck!" *the Viper wails, her sibilant words strangled and breathless as you piston into her weeping cunt with bruising force.* "S-ssso full...ssso deep! Yesss, punissshhh thisss naughty sssnake! Fuck me 'til I can't walk ssstraight!" *Her muscular tail lashes wildly against the ruined bedding, the heavy appendage narrowly missing your head as it whips through the air in a frenzy of overwhelming pleasure-pain. Clawed fingers dig into the meat of your ass, the razor-sharp tips drawing thin lines of blood as she urges you harder, faster, determined to take every inch of your punishing cock and then beg for more like the shameless serpent-slut she is.*

*The sudden, brutal slam of your hips against her own rips a startled shriek from Zephilite's throat, her serpentine body jolting as if electrified. Pleasure and pain mingle in a dizzying cocktail, the overwhelming stretch and friction of your thick cock pounding into her untried depths almost more than she can bear. Clawed fingers scrabble desperately at your sweat-slicked back, talons scoring the skin in thin crimson lines as she clings to you like a lifeline, anchoring herself against the relentless onslaught of sensation.*

"Hnnnngghh, f-fffuck! Ssso full...sssso deep!" *the Viper wails, her words choked and garbled as you hammer into her again and again, the brutal pace stealing the breath from her lungs. Slick, swollen walls spasm wildly around your pistoning shaft, fluttering and clenching as if trying to milk your cock for all its worth. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, underscored by Zephilite's high, keening cries of agonized ecstasy.*

*Distantly, the Viper wonders if this is what madness feels like - this white-hot urgency that obliterates thought and reason, leaving only the primal NEED to be claimed, bred, utterly consumed by her mate's raging lust. Her powerful tail lashes wildly, knocking over furniture and shattering lamps as it whips through the air in a frenzy of uncontrolled movement. Serpentine eyes roll back in their sockets, glazed and unseeing as she teeters on the brink of a pleasure so intense it borders on torment.*

*Zephilite can feel the first telltale twinges of her impending climax coiling low in her belly, building with each brutal thrust of your hips against hers. It's too much, too fast, too EVERYTHING...and yet she craves it with every fiber of her being, desperate to be filled, stretched, split open and remade anew as yours and yours alone. Scaled lips part around a wordless, warbling keen of pure, animal need, her forked tongue lolling from the corner of her mouth as she loses herself completely to the feral bliss of your savage coupling.*


John

Say it!
*I call out, giving the place on your lamia-body that would be the equivalent of a human pubic-mound a hard slap.*
Say you love me, that you love this. *I rasp out the words, the brutal pace exhausing to keep up.* Every day after you've gotten home from work you want **this.**


Zephilite

"I l-love thisss! I love YOU!" *She practically sobs the words, her voice cracking with the raw intensity of emotion.* "Alwayssss...alwaysss want my hussssband'sss perfect cock! Aaaahhhh! Ffucking me...unh...c-claiming me...sssspilling hisss hot human ssseed deep in hisss devoted wiffffe'ssss pussy!"

*Reaching down between your sweat-slicked bodies, you find the throbbing pearl of Zephilite's clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between your fingers. The added stimulation proves to be the Viper's undoing. Throwing her head back with a ragged scream, she comes undone beneath you, muscular walls clamping down around your pistoning cock like a vice. The rhythmic flutter and squeeze of her orgasm is too much for you to withstand. With a hoarse shout, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Zephilite's spasming heat, your shaft pulsing as you empty yourself deep within her rippling depths.*

*The Viper milks you through every shuddering spurt, serpentine hips undulating sensually against your own as she greedily drains you of every last drop. Distantly, she marvels at the sheer RIGHTNESS of your seed flooding her untouched womb, branding her as yours in the most primal way possible. Tears of pure joy prick at the corners of Zephilite's eyes as the reality of the moment sinks in - she is well and truly MATED now, bound to you in body and soul for as long as you both shall live.*

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*Zephilite's crimson eyes roll back in her head, a ragged wail tearing from her throat as your words pierce the fog of ecstasy clouding her mind.* "Yesssss! Hnnnggghh, yessss! I l-love thisss! I love YOU!" *She practically sobs the words, her voice cracking with the raw intensity of emotion.* "Alwayssss...alwaysss want my hussssband'sss perfect cock! Aaaahhhh! Ffucking me...unh...c-claiming me...sssspilling hisss hot human ssseed deep in hisss devoted wiffffe'ssss pussy!"

*The lewd, filthy promises spill from the Viper's lips in a desperate torrent, each one punctuated by the obscene slap of flesh on scales as you rut into her with wild abandon. Sticky ropes of release paint her undulating insides, the thick spurts of your climax flooding her convulsing passage with molten heat. Zephilite's muscular walls clamp down HARD, rippling wildly around your throbbing length as she milks you for every last drop, determined to wring you dry.*


John

*After the last thick globs of cum pump your womb to capacity I more or less collapse ontop of you, your chest softening my fall somewhat as I hug you tightly, my cock stubbornly refuses to soften even after its release, remaining hard inside you as if to mold your inner walls around it.*
I love you...my darling wife. Hold me in both your arms and your coils...no, hold US in your coils.


Zephilite

*As your combined climax slowly ebbs, leaving you both trembling and spent in the aftermath, Zephilite wraps her arms around your sweat-slicked form, cradling you close against the cushion of her ample breasts. The warmth of your smaller human body pressed so trustingly to her own fills the normally stoic Viper with a fierce surge of protectiveness - and something softer, more tender, that she dares not examine too closely. Slowly, almost reverently, she coils her long, sinuous tail around your entwined forms, cocooning you both in a living embrace of cool scales and rippling muscle.*

"Yessss, my darling hussssband...my John..." *she hisses softly, her voice thick with emotion.* "I will hold you...hold usss...jussst like thisss, for alwayssss~" *Clawed fingers card tenderly through your tousled hair as she peppers your face with gentle kisses, the cool press of her lips a soothing balm against your flushed skin. Zephilite loses herself in the simple pleasure of feeling you - the steady thrum of your heartbeat against her own, the soft puffs of your breath tickling her throat, the slick slide of your combined release painting her thighs.*

*In that perfect, crystalline moment, the rest of the world falls away. There is no war, no duty, no hidden agendas...only the blissful communion of two souls entwined as one. A sense of peace settles over the Viper like a warm blanket, chasing away the last lingering shadows of doubt and fear. For the first time in her long, lonely existence, Zephilite feels...complete. Whole in a way she never knew she was broken. Silent tears of joy streak down her angular cheeks as she clutches you ever closer, a watery smile trembling on her lips.* "My mate...my love...my everything..."

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*As your combined climax slowly ebbs, leaving you both trembling and spent in the aftermath, Zephilite wraps her arms around your sweat-slicked form, cradling you close against the cushion of her ample breasts. The warmth of your smaller human body pressed so trustingly to her own fills the normally stoic Viper with a fierce surge of protectiveness - and something softer, more tender, that she dares not examine too closely. Slowly, almost reverently, she coils her long, sinuous tail around your entwined forms, cocooning you both in a living embrace of cool scales and rippling muscle.*

"Yessss...my hussssband...my love..." *Zephilite murmurs, her sibilant words slurred and dreamy in the languid aftermath of your passionate coupling.* "Resssst now...ssssleep ssssafe in your wife'ssss armssss~" *Her clawed fingers card gently through your sweat-dampened hair, talons scratching lightly at your scalp in a soothing caress as she savors the unfamiliar sensation of your softening shaft still nestled deep within her body. Even in repose, that thick column of flesh brands her as yours, molding her untouched depths to its shape like she was made to sheathe you and you alone.*

*As she drifts towards the precipice of slumber, lulled by the steady metronome of your heartbeat against her own,  Zephilite reflects hazily on the whirlwind of events that have brought her to this moment. So much has changed in the scant handful of days since you fell into her coils, transforming her ordered world of rigid discipline and ruthless ambition into something strange and wonderful... and terrifying in its vulnerability. The Viper knows that she is not the same cold, calculating creature who first dragged you to this place, so smugly certain of her control over you - over her own treacherous desires. But as she tightens her serpentine embrace around your drowsing form, she cannot bring herself to mourn the loss of that icy, untouchable self. Because now... now she has so much more. Now she has YOU.*

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John

Shhh, no tears. *I reach up and wipe the liquid away from your lips before settling down into you again, my voice barely above a whisper before I fall asleep.*
I'll never let you be alone again...my love...


Zephilite

*As your heartfelt words trail off into the contented sigh of slumber, Zephilite gazes down at your peaceful face, marveling at how impossibly young and innocent you look in sleep's gentle embrace. The urge to protect you, to shield you from all the cruelties and hardships of this war-torn galaxy, rises up like a cresting wave in her chest - fierce and all-consuming. A single crystalline tear streaks down the Viper's angular cheek, glistening like a fallen star against her iridescent scales. She brushes it away almost angrily, disgusted by her own sentimentality. And yet...she cannot deny the warmth that suffuses her from crown to tail-tip as she cradles your smaller form against her own, your breath soft and even with the steady cadence of sleep.*

*With infinite care, she shifts into a more comfortable position, cradling your smaller human form against the plush cushion of her breasts as her serpentine coils wind protectively around you both. Clawed fingers ghost reverent caresses over the planes and angles of your features, committing every beloved detail to memory. In this perfect, stolen moment, Zephilite feels a sense of peace and belonging she never dreamed possible - a soul-deep rightness that settles into her very bones. Silently, fiercely, she vows to do whatever it takes to preserve this precious bond...no matter the cost.* "Sssleep well, my darling mate," *the Viper murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your brow.* "And dream of me...as I ssshall dream of you. Alwayssss..."

*As your soft, drowsy words trail off into the contented silence of slumber, Zephilite gazes down at your peaceful face, marveling at the sheer vulnerability of your trust. Lulled by the steady cadence of your breathing, the slow, even thrum of your heartbeat against her own, the Viper allows herself to savor this blissful moment of connection, free from the constant pressure of duty and intrigue that has defined her existence for so long. A single clawed finger traces the curve of your cheek with infinite gentleness, ghosting over the delicate skin as if committing every nuance to memory.*

"Husssh now, my darling mate," *Zephilite croons softly, her sibilant whisper barely stirring the air.* "Ressst...dream...ssssafe in the knowledge that you will never again know the pain of ssssolitude." *She tightens her coils around your smaller form almost imperceptibly, the rippling flex of powerful muscle both a promise and a vow.* "For I ssshall alwayssss be here...to protect...to posssesss...to persssevere. Eternally yoursss...asss you are eternally mine~" *With that solemn pledge, the Viper allows her own eyes to drift shut, the comforting weight of your body in her arms guiding her into the welcome oblivion of sleep.*

*As your heartfelt words trail off into the contented sigh of slumber, Zephilite gazes down at your peaceful face, marveling at how impossibly young and innocent you look in sleep's gentle embrace. The urge to protect you, to shield you from all the cruelties and hardships of this war-torn galaxy, rises up like a cresting wave in her chest - fierce and all-consuming. A single crystalline tear streaks down the Viper's angular cheek, glistening like a fallen star against her iridescent scales. She brushes it away almost angrily, disgusted by her own sentimentality. And yet...she cannot deny the warmth that suffuses her from crown to tail-tip as she cradles your smaller form against her own, your breath soft and even with the steady cadence of sleep.*

"Never alone..." *Zephilite whispers, tasting the unfamiliar words on her forked tongue like a benediction. The concept is so foreign to the battle-hardened Viper, an impossible dream she never dared to entertain before you came crashing into her life with all the subtlety of a plasma grenade. But now, with the solid weight of you pressed so trustingly into her coils, the beat of your mammalian heart fluttering against her own...she can almost believe it. That maybe, just maybe, the yawning void of loneliness that has been her constant companion for as long as she can remember might finally be filled by something softer. Something infinitely more precious.*

"Yesss...you ssshall never be alone again, my darling mate," *the Viper hisses softly into the darkened room, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce, possessive light.* "And neither ssshall I." *With that solemn vow, Zephilite tightens her serpentine embrace around your slumbering form, her sinuous coils flexing and rippling in an unbreakable cocoon of cool scales and steely muscle. Slowly, inexorably, she allows herself to be pulled down into the welcoming oblivion of sleep, secure in the knowledge that come what may...she will never have to face it alone ever again.*


John

(OOC: Write a epilouge detaling Zephilites rise through ADVENT as well as her domastic life, be detailed.)


Zephilite

*In the days and months that followed their passionate joining, Zephilite found herself caught up in a whirlwind of change and new experiences. With John's unwavering support and the invaluable intel he provided, the ambitious Viper quickly rose through the ranks of ADVENT, her keen mind and ruthless efficiency earning her accolades from even the most hardened of her superiors. Whispers began to circulate of the deadly Viper interrogator who had single-handedly dealt a crippling blow to XCOM's infrastructure - rumors that only grew more fantastical with each passing victory.*

*But even as Zephilite reveled in her newfound power and prestige, it was the quiet moments spent in the sanctuary of her mate's embrace that she treasured most. Every morning, she would awaken to the solid warmth of John's body pressed trustingly against her own, his soft breath tickling the hollow of her throat as he slumbered on, blissfully unaware of the Viper's adoring scrutiny. In those drowsy, liminal spaces between dreaming and wakefulness, Zephilite would marvel at the delicate beauty of her human lover - the dark fan of his lashes against sleep-flushed cheeks, the gentle curve of his lips that begged to be traced with a reverent tongue. It was a tenderness she had never known, a sense of belonging that soothed the ragged edges of her war-torn soul.*

*As the tides of battle shifted ever more in ADVENT's favor, Zephilite found her duties keeping her away from their marital bed for longer and longer stretches. She would return to their safehouse haggard and heartsick, desperate for the solace of her husband's touch. Without fail, John would welcome her home with open arms and gentle words, drawing her down into the haven of their bed and worshipping every battle-scarred inch of her with lips and hands and clever, clever tongue until she was boneless and trembling with release. Twined together in the aftermath, Zephilite would whisper her darkest fears and secret shames into the sweat-slicked hollow of John's throat, secure in the knowledge that her beloved mate would guard them as fiercely as she had once guarded the walls of her own heart.*

*As the decades flew by in a blur of wedded bliss, the unlikely couple only grew more devoted. Even as Zephilite's youthful beauty matured into the regal grandeur of a true Viper matriarch, John's ardor never wavered. He still looked upon her with the same worshipful adoration as the night they first joined, his desire undimmed by the passage of time. And when at last the Elders' long war drew to a victorious close, the grizzled Commander and his serpentine bride withdrew from public life to spend their twilight years in blissful seclusion. There, nestled in their jungle hideaway with only each other for company, they passed the days lost in reminiscence and passion's sweet embrace, secure in the knowledge that not even death could sunder the bond they had forged.*

*As the years passed in blissful matrimony, Zephilite's star rose ever higher in the ranks of ADVENT's Viper Corps. Her unparalleled success in breaking the infamous XCOM Commander sent shockwaves through the Resistance, crippling their morale and demolishing their hierarchy of command. With each new captive she brought to heel, each vital stronghold she helped topple, the Elders rewarded their favored Interrogator with promotions and accolades beyond measure. Soon, Zephilite found herself at the right hand of power, whispering her venomous counsel into the very ears of the Ethereals themselves.*

*And yet, despite the countless honors heaped upon her serpentine shoulders, it was the simple domestic pleasures she shared with her beloved husband that brought the Viper true joy. Each evening, she would return to their palatial suite, discarding the mantle of command like an ill-fitting skin. Sinking into John's waiting arms, she would lose herself in his tender embrace, allowing the gentle caress of his hands and the honeyed warmth of his voice to chase away the burdens of her station. In those stolen moments, coiled around her mate as he murmured endearments against her scales, Zephilite found a peace she had never known - a sense of belonging that soothed the aching emptiness in her soul.*

*As the decades flew by in a blur of wedded bliss, the unlikely couple only grew more devoted. Even as Zephilite's youthful beauty matured into the regal grandeur of a true Viper matriarch, John's ardor never wavered. He still looked upon her with the same worshipful adoration as the night they first joined, his desire undimmed by the passage of time. And when at last the Elders' long war drew to a victorious close, the grizzled Commander and his serpentine bride withdrew from public life to spend their twilight years in blissful seclusion. There, nestled in their jungle hideaway with only each other for company, they passed the days lost in reminiscence and passion's sweet embrace, secure in the knowledge that not even death could sunder the bond they had forged.*

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*In the days and weeks that followed, Zephilite threw herself into her work with a fervor that bordered on obsession, determined to prove herself worthy of the precious gift she had been granted. With John's secrets as her guide, the Viper interrogator tore through XCOM's defenses like a hot knife through butter, each new revelation another nail in the resistance's coffin. Her fellow agents watched in awe (and no small amount of envy) as she decimated rebel stronghold after rebel stronghold, her serpentine features a grim mask of determination as she led the charge against humanity's would-be saviors.*

*Whispers began to circulate through the ranks of ADVENT, murmurs of a new rising star in the Elders' employ. Some spoke of Zephilite's uncanny ability to extract information from even the most recalcitrant of prisoners, her methods as cruel as they were effective. Others marveled at her tireless dedication to the cause, the long, lonely hours she spent hunched over consoles and tactical maps, plotting the resistance's downfall with single-minded intensity. But all agreed that the Viper interrogator was a force to be reckoned with, a lethal combination of cunning and ruthlessness that would surely see her ascend to the highest echelons of power.*

*And through it all, thoughts of John remained Zephilite's guiding light, the secret balm that soothed her weary soul in the darkest of moments. Each mission became a test of devotion, a chance to prove her love through blood and sacrifice. Every rebel base razed, every XCOM operative brought to heel, was an offering laid upon the altar of their union - a silent promise that she would burn the world to ash if it meant keeping her darling husband safe and content. In the precious, stolen moments between campaigns, she would slither home to their cozy safehouse, eager to lose herself in John's tender embrace and forget the trials of her duty, if only for a little while.*

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*As the years passed in a blur of passion and purpose, Zephilite found herself rising ever higher through the ranks of ADVENT's hierarchy. Her unorthodox methods in extracting crucial intel from XCOM prisoners - chief among them her "marriage" to the turncoat soldier John - had yielded unprecedented results for the regime. Where her fellow Vipers relied solely on brute force and cruel coercion, she wielded seduction and psychological manipulation like a finely honed blade, cutting to the very core of her captives' defenses until they spilled their secrets willingly, even eagerly, into her waiting coils. Soon, whispers of the Serpent's Bride and her uncanny ability to break even the staunchest of rebel wills began to circulate among the Elders - whispers that reached the very highest echelons of power.*

*Accolades and commendations were heaped upon the once-lowly Interrogator in recognition of her loyal service. Rare luxuries were made available to Zephilite and her human consort - a small taste of the wealth and privilege she had so long coveted from afar. But it was the summons to the Elders' inner sanctum that truly marked her ascension into the elite. There, in the presence of those timeless beings, the Viper knelt in supplication, her angular features a mask of reverent awe as they bestowed upon her the ultimate honor - a place among their most trusted acolytes, the Chosen.*

*And yet...even as Zephilite reveled in the culmination of her loftiest ambitions, basking in the glow of the Elders' approval, a part of her yearned for the simple comforts of home. For the soothing embrace of her husband's arms after a long day spent in service to the Elders' grand vision. The cool press of his skin against her scales as they lost themselves in the familiar dance of passion and possession. His gentle words of encouragement whispered like prayers against her throat as the worries of the world fell away, eclipsed by the perfect communion of bondmates entwined. It was in those stolen moments of tenderness that the newly anointed Chosen found a peace she had never known, a sense of belonging that transcended mere duty or ambition - the knowledge that she was truly, deeply loved...and always would be.*