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Elva's chest heaves, feet pounding against the packed earth as she runs around trees, trying her best to dodge around brush, doubling back and tripling back to try and confuse the sound of rasping scales behind her.
The bite mark on her neck pounds with venom, she's already gotten caught once, torn clothing revealing her bra, obvious as she holds a hand to the wound to staunch the bleeding. The venom would be kicking in soon. (Or maybe it already has? She's certainly feeling a bit of a fever coming on.)
She can't focus on that though, until she's found a good spot to hide. She crosses a stream the long way, going upstream to disguise her scent before exiting on the other side, but she knows that the hissing creature following her wouldn't be far behind. It sucks being a persistence predator being chased by a more persistent predator.
She groans as the first pang of heat hits her gut, before covering her mouth and making herself go faster. There can't be any stupid mistakes. Not now.
Especially not when she's only bought herself so much time. She sprints, a bit faster, before slowing back down, she can't expend too much energy. Not when she's still being hunted like a rabbit. She can't stop moving. She can't ever stop moving.
And that's when she hears the telltale hissing again and she lunges out of the way of a strike, the scaly body of a snake grafted onto the upper body of a human, pale and androgynous, scales blending in with the forest until she doesn't anymore, raising up to loom.
“Really I’m unimpressed with how quickly I was able to find you, I thought you were going to make it interesting my muse.” Attila hissed in a mocking tone as she looms, cheeky grin evident as her tongue darts out past her lips.
“I escaped once already, didn't I?” Elva asked, still sort of cocky as he backs away, grimace obvious as her wound throbs, and with it her core, warmth spreading downwards as she started to burn, stumbling back into a tree as she grips onto the bite wound enough to make her skin turn white around it. “I, hah, I can still fight.”
She’s bluffing and she knows that Attila knows.
Attila lets out a harsh and mocking laugh as she pushes her farther into the metaphorical corner. “Oh really now? I can sense that your resolve is quickly breaking with my venom coursing through your veins.” Elva can feel her body wrapping around the base of the tree, keeping her where she is as she leans in closer, fangs glistening as she tears up for another attack.
Elva curses internally as she's wrapped up, staring into the face of her pursuer, panting now and damn it this venom has a kick. She can't help a small moan from exiting her lips, clapping a hand over her mouth as she shivers. Fuck. She might already be too far gone to the venom now, barely able to keep upright as the fever hits her in full, unable to do anything but watch as Attila approaches her with fangs bared and venom glands pulsing and full.
She flinches back instinctively as her teeth try to close over her skin once more, barely missing her as she wiggles her feet insistently to try and escape from the constricting grasp, looking up at Attila defiantly, even as she shifts in her slowly soaking underwear, now dripping wet like a leaky faucet. “I won't, hah, won't just, ah, give up.”
“I don't think you have much of a choice.” Attila hisses out with barely a hint of fondness before her tail is coiled around Elva’s legs and torso, keeping her locked down as she bares her teeth and bites into the other side of her neck. It’s signifying a claim.
The fangs sink into her muscles with barely any resistance, the muscle relaxant running through her veins; she would have fallen over if it weren't for Attila's tail keeping her upright, and the second dose of venom burning through her makes her moan loudly, disturbing a few birds in the process, but she really can't care, with the steady clouding of her mind. “‘Tila- Tila, please-” she moans again with another pang from her gut, pussy almost gushing at the second dose, and loose. Attila preens, laughing low in her throat as she kisses the bite. “Look at you, practically begging for my cock. How pathetic my love, after you were so confident you could win.”
It's easy for Attila to remove her clothes, randomly as she is, pulling off her ruined shirt to reveal the lacy black bra underneath, almost covering nothing, one of the straps falling off her shoulders as she sags, barely able to get up the strength to rub herself against the cool scales of Attila's body.
Attila’s hands smooth over the black lace of the bra, slipping behind to pull at the clasp and tug it off, throwing it to the side as she leaves dark purple hickeys along her lover, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Attila moves her to settle into a patch of cool grass, tail wrapping her up and supporting her as she goes to push her legs apart. “My favorite little whore, practically begging for it.”
Elva whines, arching her back as the night air makes her almost want to shiver, but she's too weak to do much else. Way too weak. She struggles only a little before going limp again, looking up at Attila with only want in her eyes, she’d wiggle closer if she had any sort of control over her limbs, to try and grind at Attila’s slit as her body envelopes her. “Tila, haaah, oh please-” she can feel her underwear rubbing up against her, and she wants to chase that high so badly, still covered even as she’s sure a wet spot is showing through her shorts. God she wants out, for Attila to replace it with her mouth or her cock, fuck this venom, with the double dose she can't think about much else.
“So desperate, I’ll give you what you need.” Attila hisses out with a grin as she looks at the wet spot, teasingly dragging her fingers over the spot in her shorts torturously slow. She drags her fingers up her slit until she reaches the waistband of her shorts, slipping her fingers in to pull them down and off her dripping core, taking it in with a gleam of delight. “So wet.. leaking like a faucet.” She teases harshly as she drags her fingers through Elva’s folds.
Elva wriggles her way out of them, trying to help despite the flaccidness of her limbs, until she's finally bare, a relief to her overheated skin, flushed pink everywhere as the twin bite marks on her neck pulse with the same heat as her core. “All for you Tila, just please fuck me!” She tries to roll her hips against the finger sliding through her folds, whining as the pressure is stopped. She knows she looks a sight, spread out on the grass, her leg wide open, and begging to get fucked but damn it she can feel the need coursing through her, one that only an orgasm (or maybe five) could fix.
“Ah ah ah~ now why are you begging for something you know you're going to get. Should have been a better runner if you wanted to entice me into flipping you over and fucking you raw right now like the whore that you are.” Elva can hear the tease in her voice as she whines, going limp until Attila's fingers press to her again, only a gentle release before she's being pounded into, three large, scaled fingers invading her as she nearly screams in pleasure. Attila shoves them in with a grin, before looking up at her.
“You can give your stamina a bit of a redemption if you can manage to hold it together for long enough to get my cock into your tight little hole.” She teases, and Elva flushes more, squirming on her fingers before nodding. She just has to hold back until she can get Attila's cock, and then she can come all she wants.
It's a shock as Attila's fingers start moving again, and she can feel them pressing into every sensitive spot of her, but she can't come, even if she's tempted to, she'd just get worn out on Attila’s fingers and not get her cock because Attila would be insistent on her being able to wait until she deems her finished enough. She can't come, but god does the warmth feel so good.
It's almost a blur of warmth, surges of it when Attila's fingers stretch into a burn, but she can tell with Attila’s ministrations that she’s getting impatient. Elva is too, and she can tell by the lidded eyes that she might be getting to come for the first time sooner rather than later. It's alright. She can manage for a little longer, if only to have Attila properly inside her, no matter how much it might take out of her to hold herself back.
Thank god for Attila’s self control being horrible. She'd have to be a god to resist Elva moaning so sweetly for her, panting and whining as she wiggles her ass against her. She watches as both of her cocks unfold from their hood, erect and dripping with need as she places one of her cocks at her entrance. “This is only because I’m impatient, you have yet to prove if you’ve earned it.” She hisses out as she presses in, groaning and scaring a few small animals.
Elva can barely take it anymore, warmth erupting from her in a flood as she whines, clenching down on Attila as she bottoms out, she isn't breaking the rules.
But somehow, the gleam in Attila's eye as she looks up at her dumbly means that she's got a lot left for tonight planned.