User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Basiliisk Ronchellster

I stand there, having accidentally locked eyes with her as she had been falling. She made her way toward me sensually, the various women who'd been turned around us grabbing anyone they could.

As the basilisk reached me I felt the feathery tip of her tail caressing me. We looked deeply into each-other’s eyes, and before I knew what was happening I was wrapped in her coils, my pants gone and my shaft buried deep inside of her. I was already at my limit, but as my seed pumped into her I could feel something wrong.

It was like I couldn't stop. Every jet of cum that fired into her didn't bring release, but simply another jet. We stayed this way for hours, my mind slowly losing consciousness. The last thing I heard was a soft whisper in my ear.

"My husband."

I awoke still wrapped in her coils, my body aching all over. Her head was resting on my chest, and I remembered what had happened last night. I looked around, grabbing a nearby piece of cloth, probably from one of the many other couples ripped clothes. Tying it around her eyes I slowly tried to wriggle free from her coils. At first the coils simply tightened around me, but then I heard a soft yawn.

The basilisk looked up at me, a fond smile on her face. "I'm sorry I was so forceful last night. Someone stole my mask, and I just couldn't stop myself." She snuggles deeper into my chest. "You... you don't hate me for it, do you?" Looking down at her I couldn't help but tell her that, no, I didn't hate her. This got a soft coo of delight out of her.

"Could we stay like this for a little bit longer? Just a few minutes." With a sigh I nod, slowly accepting this new fate. At least things could be worse.