Bound and Gagged and Not-quite-happy...

Satan's cobra tail choked my neck. He poked its tip in the corner of my mouth.

"Suck," he ordered, threatening me with his fangs. On pain of death, I did. He nuzzled my neck. "Oh Havah." He licked the tears that streamed from my eyes, finding pleasure in my Lovecraftian horror. I was being bedded by Cthulu. His tail twined around my tongue, and the scales below his abs bulged. He hissed, rubbing the mound against me until I thought I would burn. Shaking, he crushed me to him, roaring as he bucked into me. He lost control of the dreaded tail, and I spat the damn thing out.

"I'm being humped by an anaconda," I said, mortified. I clung to his shoulders, riding him against my will. He buried his face in my breasts. "You, good sir, are a freak. Freak of nature, that is."

"Please shut up," he rasped. His tail arched above me and cracked down on my hips like a whip.

I screamed as it struck me and hammered down on him from the whiplash.

"You asshole!" I cried out, incredulous.

He purred. "I enjoy that." He lashed me again, groaning. The mound kissed my lower lips and throbbed. "Your ass's assets, I mean." He clawed at my hips, pounding against them until his skin was slick with me. He thrust me back into the curve of his coils, running the mound over my breast. My heart throbbed with it, and a monstrously loud pulsing burst through the room. His basilisk tail arched my back into a C. I cried out, clinging to him.

"Samael?" I whispered.

"You're awake."

A wet sucking sound came from his chest, like an old wound had reopened. He cried out as his empty heart rotted. Thick blood wept down his torso, into my hair. He wet his fingers with it and thrust them into my mouth. I swallowed, senseless. Zuhama, the gall of death. Fires incinerated my veins. I wavered on the edge of consciousness, the drumbeat of his heart pounding through my head like gunfire. It felt like a shellfish allergy to antimatter.

He moaned. He thrust me onto my knees so I was straddling him reverse cowboy style, facing away. Samael arched over my back and grinded me into his scales. I cried out, overwhelmed, and dug my fingers into the ridges of his underbelly. I was sandwiched between his chest and tail, breasts crushed against his scales. His fangs flashed in the moonlight.

"You're the dragon," I gasped, somewhere beyond horrified. The mound ran down my spine to dip between my hips.

"Observant, Watson" he sighed, pausing to kiss me below. I yelped.

"Not okay! This is not natural!- oh my god that god damn tongue..." He curved like a conveyor belt around me, running the bulge up to my lips.

"Please," he begged for the same.

"Hell no. I ain't pleasuring a hemipenes. I'm a zoology major. I know what a goddamn double snake dick LOOKS LIKE."

He ignored me and did so anyways. It was like 69ing a hydra. Clearly into it, he wrapped his tail around my neck in a chokehold, rubbing against my cheek. He groaned below as I wept, demonic tongue spearing into me.

"This is so wrong."

"For the love of filth, shut up, you Zoomer!"

Glaring at him, I licked it. He screamed.

"Too much, maggot!" he roared. He shoved me down and arched over me, grinding it into my core. He crushed me like a python, his touch brutal and unforgiving. He forced my head down so I couldn't speak, then used his tail for deviant purposes. He laughed at my muffled shrieks.

"Blood for blood," he whispered. I felt his back press into me. His fangs sunk into my neck. He groaned as the blood welled up. I bit down on him in pain. The heartbeat from his chest was deafening. He hissed into my skin, thrusting me down so we locked. I was a butterfly on pinned wings.

Breath heavy, he wrenched my head sideways and forced his mouth on mine so that I tasted the blood. I reeled from the brutality as he thrust his tongue past my lips. The ghost of a smile touched his face.