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.
