{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

In a sea of metalheads rocking out to the concert, one particular duo stood out like a pair of normies at a goth birthday party. And of the two of them, Chase really should have known better.

He was a pretty average eighteen-year-old human. Remarkably plain, dressed in just jeans and a hoodie. His anthro friend, Baddy, was the same, in a plaid shirt and jeans torn at one knee. Actually, that part was quite rock ‘n roll, and Chase wished he’d thought of wearing something similar. Either way, they both looked like they’d just wandered off a college campus and into a metal concert.

To be honest, as much as Chase was enjoying himself despite the crowds, he never would have shown up unless Baddy had insisted.

‘I’m being sent to the ass-end of the globe for work next week,’ the Belgian Malinois had said. ‘We will go out and party hard.’

Party hard they did. The fact the concert’s opening act was Chase’s favourite band was just a happy coincidence. He wasn’t the party kind of guy. He usually hated crowds, and was normally uncomfortable around strangers. His friends were few and far between, even knowing Baddy was happenstance. He was a bit older than Chase was, their mothers were close friends and Baddy… well, Baddy just liked to meet people.

At the moment, the black-and-tan canine had his tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle like a dog sticking its head out the window of a speeding car, swinging his head around in a circular headbanging motion while shredding on an air-guitar. The small crowd of leather clad, dyed hair, studded collar wearing metalheads gathered and mimicked the action. The fact the anthro looked like a normie didn’t seem to bother any of them, so long as he was into the tunes.

Looking at him, you’d never expect Chase to be the kind of guy into this sort of music. It was fast, it was heavy and it was loud. All the kind of stuff his parents hated, and in his teenage years that was certainly a bonus. He’d come across the band called ‘Scream My Name’ in his mid-teens and fallen instantly in love. He’d plastered his bedroom with posters of the band. And the fact all four musicians were smoking hot women was only partially the reason for that. The good music mattered too… somewhat.

The lead vocalist, a pale skinned woman with long raven hair leaned over the edge of the stage, leaning into a scream that punctuated the verse of the song they played. Behind, a curvy anthro hare with her long ears slicked down the back of her short purple hairstyle smashed her drumsticks across the cymbals before slamming the double bass pedals into the fast-paced chorus rhythm. At the same time the bass guitarist’s poise was unwavering, perched on stiletto heels in a wide stance, the anthro vixen with steel-grey fur let her raven hair hang over her face while she hammered her thumb across several strings, her free hand moving deftly across the frets.

While all of them were drop dead gorgeous, standing front centre stage was the one band member who always caught Chase’s eye first.

Mara, the lead guitarist and backup vocalist.

The anthro cobra stood head and shoulders above the rest, the heels on her leather boots accounting for maybe six inches for her height. But even then, Chase at five-nine only stood about eye-level with her ample cleavage. The fact she was on stage made her seem even more like a giantess.

The woman was in her twenties, Chase knew. Built athletic and curvy, with wide hips, large breasts and a slim, almost waspy waist in comparison. Her legs had the impression of going on forever, flattered by the torn skinny jeans she wore. Her top was little more than a fishnet poncho over a black bra, leaving little of her upper body to the imagination. Her scales were mostly midnight black, with silver-grey running from under her chin, down her throat, between her breasts and down her flat belly, under the wide leather belt of her jeans. And Chase only knew from an obscure bikini photo shoot she’d done in some trashy magazine some years ago that the grey ended around the inner mid-thigh of each leg.

Long black hair cascaded down the back of her typical cobra hood in unkempt tresses that looked good on her all the same. Several silver studs and ring piercings further decorated her hood, an emerald piercing sitting neatly in her navel.

Her guitar hung from the strap around her neck as her gorgeous dark eyes fell shut with focus and she shredded fast enough, Chase though the strings would send sparks flying form her silver talons.

He knew the scales she worked through, same as most fans in the crowd. But unlike most fans, he knew about how she’d used similar techniques and sounds in her solo side projects. Chase didn’t just have the entire Scream My Name discography, he had every shred of music Mara had ever produced or otherwise been involved in. Every photoshoot, every interview she’d printed, even the rare topless photo showing off her new nipple piercings lay somewhere in a dark corner of his laptop hard drive.

Chase was a superfan, but being the plain human next to a plethora of fans cosplaying as band members, you’d never know it.

Mid-solo, Mara’s eyes suddenly jerked open and for a second Chase is sure they’re staring at each other. Time slowed, seemed to freeze even. Chase felt like his heart stopped.

Then Mara’s pupils flitted ever so slightly to the side. She was addressing the crowd as she stuck out a long serpentine tongue, it whipped up over her snout, then swung down, reaching down into her own cleavage while she flashed her fans a saucy wink.

Chase would have turned white as a sheet and tented the groin of his jeans, were he not busy snorting into his hands as Baddy whipped around, throwing up devil horn gestures with each hand and yelling for everyone to hear: “I AM SO FUCKING ERECT RIGHT NOW!”

It’s the best night out Chase has had in a long time, and between rigorous studies at college and exam season looming over him in the next few weeks, its well needed. And despite sticking to the side-lines while Baddy was dragged into the mosh-pit by several scantily clad rocker chicks, it was the most fun Chase had in a long time.



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Chase slammed his soda on the small table, almost furiously. “No, Baddy, you’re not listening to what I’m saying! Its sheer romanticism inspired by the works of Shakespeare. There are Romeo and Juliet references all over the song!”

The two friends are in the bar area, astride the main crowd rocking out to the main act playing on stage. The bar is off enough to the side that the roar of the twenty foot speakers flanking the stage that they can talk normally. But still, Chase’s blood is up, and so was his voice.

Baddy laughed into his beer at Chase’s argument. “All that from a song called ‘Fuck my Valentine to Sleep?’ You’re a weird dude, Chase.”

Chase smiled back. “Story of my life.” 

His expression dopped. Baddy couldn’t have missed it. The vaguely vacant stare down into his soda. Then the sigh that heaved his shoulders. He didn’t have to be a psychologist to notice loneliness. Baddy had known Chase long enough to know he didn’t have many friends. And even less prospects for company of the feminine kind.

He of course knew all about how big a fan Chase was of that band. It was why he suggested they come to the show in the first place. It had been a nice surprise, but he didn’t want the surprises to end there.

“Guess what I got?” Baddy looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then unbuttoned a thigh pocket and produced two plastic passes suspended on lanyards.

Chase’s eyes bugged at the sight of the two backstage passes. He looked about ready to cry out, but didn’t as Baddy shushed him with a laugh, then handed over one of the passes.

“W-What? How… how did you get these? They sold out months ago!”

With a shrug, Baddy slipped on his lanyard and rose from his seat. “Does it really matter how I got them?”

As he said it, on the far end of the beer garden a hulking figure suddenly cried out with rage.

“Who the fuck snatched my backstage passes!?” a hulking rhinoceros roared as he flipped one of the bar tables and started looking around the beer garden.

Baddy took that as a cue to squeeze Chase’s arm and hurry him along. “Okay, time to scoot. Move-move-move…”

Security checked their passes and let them through to the corridors attendees didn’t normally get to enter. A member of staff escorted them to a small area just off stage where a small group of lucky fans had already gathered, to meet the headline act after the show. Aside from that, they were mainly unsupervised.

So it came as no surprise to Chase that after a few moments, when everyone was suitably distracted by a wailing guitar solo, that Baddy took the human’s arm and slinked away into the shadows, pulling him along. It was time to have a look around, find the band they really wanted to meet. Y’know; make full use of these ‘expensive’ backstage passes Baddy had ‘spent his savings’ on.

“These passes,” Chase whispered, tapping his lanyard for emphasis, “they’re for meeting the headline act. I don’t think we should be wandering.”

“Dude, relax. It says all-access. Why would they waste printer ink if they’re not gonna say what they mean?”

Chase frowned. The techie in him wanted to say the passes were probably printed on a laser printer, so they used ‘toner,’ not ‘ink.’ But the important problem was the compulsive adventure Chase now found himself dragged into. He wasn’t outgoing to begin with. Now his friend was leading him far astray into an area he was pretty sure was off-limits.

“Besides,” Baddy said calmly with a wave – then paused to peek around a corner. If they really were allowed to be back there, by his own logic, why was Baddy keeping his voice low and sneaking around as quietly as he could? “You’re not a fan of the headline act. You wanna meet those hot rocker chicks. Yelling Names, right?”

“Scream My Name,” Chase corrected dryly.

“Yeah, them.” Turning back he gestured it was clear. “C’mon, man. Have I ever led you astray?”

Chase was going to say ‘yes.’ But if he wanted to be completely truthful, the answer really was ‘no.’ Baddy had a history for getting into trouble. But as mentioned before, Chase wasn’t very outgoing. So opportunities to be led astray were scarce. Technically speaking, Baddy hadn’t yet led him astray.

Yet.

With a sigh, Chase followed the anthro. He was going to regret this. But aren’t those how the best memories are made? Based on decisions we will most likely regret?

Finding their way wasn’t hard. Most everything was signposted, and while the main act was still on stage, getting away from the small crowd of fans gathered behind the stage waiting for them to wrap up for a break was easy. The supervisors weren’t exactly paying attention.

The dressing rooms were just around the corner, each dedicated to the attending bands signposted with an un-fancy sheet of printed paper.

Scream My Name was the last door on the left.

Baddy didn’t even wait to give Chase the opportunity to chicken out. He knocked, hard and firmly, and the murmuring voices inside stopped abruptly. The click of high heels was muffled for a moment, followed by the click of the lock before the door swung open.

Inside was a lounge, some chairs and a pair of couches around a low glass table that was littered with multi-coloured drinks. Racks of costumes and spare bits of sound equipment and instrument cases were backed up against the far wall. one of the branching doors stood ajar, revealing there were three bed-chambers attached to the room to support a band for a longer stay at the venue, though with just three it seemed some of the bandmates would be sharing.

The woman framed in the doorway was the human lead singer. She brushed the long tresses of black from her eyes and seemed surprised at the visit. She then lingered her gaze on their lanyards.

“Huh.” It was all she said for a moment. Then she added, “Backstage passes? What brings you our way.”

“We’re fans,” Baddy said, glancing sideways at Chance who couldn’t seem to form words. It took quite a bit of concentration to keep his breathing steady, and Chase was making conscious efforts not to seem odd or strange in any way.

“Really? Our fans don’t usually shill the kind of money required for these big venue passes just to meet us,” the singer said. Despite her scepticism though, her dark lips grinned, like she was glad for the visit. “They usually wait to meet us at a smaller venue.”

“Yes. I paid for these passes. That is exactly what I did,” Baddy blurted out robotically. He then punched Chase lightly on the arm. “My guy here is worth it. Happy birthday, man.”

“It’s not my-…”

“Hush-shush-shush-sssshhh!”

The other bandmates further in the room suddenly chorused ‘happy birthday!’ and beckoned them in. The lead singer stepped aside, smiling with one hand on her slender hip. Chase could almost feel her eyes looking them both up and down as she cocked her head towards the drinks they had gathered.

“Do you preppy-boys drink?” the woman asked.

Baddy laughed as if the answer should have been obvious. “Like a fish!”

Before long they were in the couches around the low coffee table, chatting like old friends. It was mostly small talk between shots and tall bottles of beer. Mostly about how they enjoyed the show, and how Chase was a bit of a superfan who had collected all their albums.

Chase had been uncertain about staying. At least he had been until Mara walked in from the back. Her bandmates had given her the quick rundown what was happening as the tall snake eyed Baddy and Chase. Her expression hadn’t been hard to begin with, but realising they had visitors made her smile, and she sank into one of the couches, nodding to Chase and patting the seat beside her. She seemed tired, stressed even. Unlike when she’d been on stage, where she seemed full of energy and confident. There was definitely a slouch to her shoulders and she sighed as she sat, as if exhausted.

But there was something in her eyes as Chase sat down, rigid and nervous. Her gaze followed him and the small comely smile on her lips didn’t waver for a second. And in that moment she seemed to catch her second wind, sitting up straight and crossing her long slender legs. She was still in the outfit she’d worn on stage, boots and all. Chase did his best not to stare, pretending to be interested in the conversation that went around. But Mara didn’t seem too interested in talking, much like him she was just listening in and laughing at the few jokes and jibes being thrown around between Baddy and her bandmates.

The drummer was seated beside Baddy and leaned in. Her arm rested across the back of the couch and her long, nimble fingers teased across the tip of his triangular furry ear, making it flick instinctively.

“I always thought groupies were meant to be chicks,” the hare girl commented with a small smile. “How did we get so lucky to have a couple of handsome gentlemen come blundering into a place they’re not supposed to be?”

“Oh, you figured out these aren’t supposed to give us the run of the place, eh?” Baddy flicked his lanyard. “You gonna call security on us?”

The drummer giggled. “Where’s the fun in that? You’ll only be kicked out by those guys. Maybe we should make sure you naughty boys get punished properly~?”

Baddy chortled into his drink, then suddenly lowered the bottle looking serious. “Hey, why does my drink taste like roofies?”

At that they burst into fresh laughter. Even Chase joined in, still holding his untouched beer.

“Not thirsty?” Mara said softly, leaning in closer to Chase. Her arm brushed his, pleasantly cool to the touch and covered in slippery smooth scales. “Or maybe you’re thirsty for something else?”

She added that last part suggestively, and Chase had to swallow several times, trying not to let his mind wander to what the subtext of the question may have been before he answered.

“Oh, uh… I’m not really a beer kinda guy,” he stammered.

“No? And what kind of guy are you… Chase, isn’t it?”

He nodded.

She grinned, expectantly, and it was some time before Chase realised he was supposed to answer. When he opened his mouth though, he realised he’d forgotten the question and felt incredibly stupid.

He was cursing inside his head. He was here, finally, seated beside the most gorgeous woman – in his head – in the world. He was embarrassed to even admit to himself how many times he’d fantasised about being with Mara. And how many times he’d fantasised about blurting out how he was her biggest fan to her face. In his dreams it may have come across as cute or endearing, but now he was sitting here, desperately thinking of something, anything, to say.

Scratching his cheek, hiding a blush, Chase quickly looked away. He thought he was subtle, but Mara chuckled. A low, throaty but womanly sound, it rumbled in his ear as her face eased even closer to his.

“You’re a skittish one, aren’t you?” she whispered with a glance at her friend sliding a hand over Baddy’s leg like she was making a move on the Malinois. “I’ve got just the thing for that. Come with me.”

She slid off the couch and brushed by Chase, who had to crane his neck to look up at her. her gaze was fixed on him as she sauntered around, then moved with a distinct tilt and sway of her hips towards one of the side rooms. Chase half turned to watch her pause to look back.

“Well?” she asked almost impatiently. “Do you want to see the new album or not?”

Chase couldn’t have leapt to his feet, babbling like an idiot any faster. He’d suddenly found all his confidence as well as his voice, bombarding Mara with questions. He followed her into the bedroom just beyond the lounge and Mara shut the door behind them. Already Chase was looking around, expecting to see sheet music, binders with lyrics notes or perhaps a laptop on which recorded samples were ready to play. He’d been waiting for a new Scream My Name album for literally forever, and told Mara exactly how excited he was to-…

She shut him up by leaning forward and pressing a firm kiss against him, letting her nimble tongue dance across his lips and into his mouth.

The effect was instantaneous. Every muscle in Chase’s body went rigid and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.

Breaking the kiss as gently as she planted it on him, Mara smiled at his stunned reaction. “As much as I like the shy superfan thing, I think I’ll prefer some cute orgasmic moaning out of you, instead of being reminded to work on an album I’ve been procrastinating a while now.”

That honestly left the human with more questions about how long the next album had been in production, but he was silenced with another kiss.

Taking Chase by his cheeks, Mara held him in place as she stooped, almost doubling over to tilt her head and press her mouth against his. Her lips were cold and firm like the rest of her body, but a sweet scent of roses he’d caught on the couch was stronger now as he realised it was coming from her.

The kiss was gentle at first, before he felt her fingers curl and slide around the back of his head to hold him in place. Her tongue, warmer than her skin of scales slipped into his mouth. It was long and prehensile, but powerful enough to completely dominate him. He fought against the slippery appendage for a moment, then with a sigh gave himself completely over. His knees went weak as the spinning in his head worsened and he almost lost his footing. Mara was the only thing holding him up now, and as she deepened the kiss, sliding one hand down his back and squatted to pull him in against her body, she gave a delighted sight into his mouth.

She wanted his warmth, his mammalian heat against her cold body. She’s been suffering the evening in her scant attire, the desire to look good for her fans overriding the base reptilian desire for comfort. And now Chase’s warm blooded body was like a campfire she could coil around.

Even in a deep squat, balancing on her stilettoes, Mara was tall enough to remain at head level while at the same time wrapping her thighs around him. Without breaking the kiss, she’s practically coiled around him, her inner thighs pressing against his legs, one hand still knotting her long fingers into his hair, while the other reached up under his shirt, gliding her palm across his warm, smooth skin.

Chase’s erection was suddenly an offensive bulge grinding through his jeans against Mara’s belly and throbbing against her firm body.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” she whispered, sliding one hand down his body as she broke the kiss with a smile. “Hopefully he’s as happy as I am to see him. It’s not often I get a groupie all to myself. I’ll make sure to savour this.”

Her fingers inched down to his jeans and popped open the button before working the zipper. Not quite with hungry desperation, but she wasn’t lollygagging either.

When she had the hard denim out of her way though, the surprise in her eyes became suddenly obvious. He’d felt quite large throbbing against her through his jeans, but she hadn’t expected the iron rod she now clamped her palm. Without the jeans hiding this magnificent prize, she looked down at the almost literal snake pulsing in her hand. His shorts barely contained the whole thing, leaving significantly more than a thumb’s length of cock beyond what she clamped on to at the base. The girth was rather nice too, and while her stature made Chase look more like a hobbit than a healthy young man in his prime, the stem growing between his legs had plenty of meat for her to hang on to.

“Wow,” she breathed with a coy smile. “Is aaallll that for me?”

She giggled as Chase stammered. “I… uh… sure, i-if you… y’know… want it?”

Biting her bottom lip she eased her face close to his ear and whispered in a way that sent warm chills down his spine, making his cock throb harder in her grip. “Of course I want it. I want it inside me.”

Sinking down to her knees, she shuffled away from him a little, almost disappointed to separate herself from the warmth of his body. But as she moved, Mara made sure to keep both hands on the hot surprise she’d found. and there was more than enough for her to hold on with both hands.

As his jeans slipped further down his legs, she slid down his shorts and muffled a needy moan as the massive member bobbed free of its cloth prison.

Feeling Mara’s eyes on him as well as her long, dexterous guitar-player’s fingers, Chase did his best to hold in his own moans as Mara started exploring. Her touch worked its way up and down his rod, her smooth palm lingering on the tip before she leaned forward and placed a loving little smooch on the glans.

While her skin of small, sleek scales were cool to the touch, Chase felt like a bar of fresh forged iron in Mara’s grip. His body radiated a heat that drew her instinctively inward, and flicking out her tongue, she ran the forked tip up along the underside of his cock before nuzzling the magnificent thing like a devout nun prostrating before a holy icon.

Inhaling his pleasant musk deeply, Mara rubbed her face down along the shaft then lapped timidly at his balls. Her forked tongue was warmer than the rest of her, wet and slippery too which felt amazing against his sensitive flesh.

Then her lips parted and her soft wet mouth, warm and eager, slid down over Chase’s erection. He gasped, unable to hold it in and tangled his fingers into her voluminous raven hair. She swallowed him down to the base with ease, his cock easily prodding the anthro snake in the back of her throat. But the fleshy insides of her powerful maw sucked him in softly, hugging him tight on all sides like a rippled, convulsing tunnel of velvety flesh.

“Oh, God-…!” he choked out as Mara pulled back and giggled.

“You called?” She chuckled. 

Then rising to her feet, she guided Chase gently towards the bed by the tip of his erection, leading him as if by a leash. Seductively she backed onto the bed, and without any regard for her shoes digging into the soft sheets, rolled onto her back. Her head tipped back over the edge of the mattress, placing her mouth level with his hips.

Without a word, she parted her lips and with one hand on his hip, and her flexible tongue coiling about the tip of his member, she guided him back into her mouth. This time he slid inside with a soft slurp of the gorgeous anthro under him, following by a soft gargle and a throaty gulp.

‘GLUCK!’

In one go, every inch of his cock slid down into Mara’s gullet, and looking down he saw the slender grey-scaled throat bulge to make way for his cock disappearing into her body. He was longer than Chase gave himself credit for and clearly thicker too the way the grey band of scales expanded out to make space for him.

The inside of her throat felt just as amazing as the rest of her mouth. Warmer than the surface of her body, but above all wet and slippery. Powerful muscles clamped down on his erection, rippling sensually from the glans to about halfway down, while the slender tongue massaged the first inch or so at the base of his cock. He didn’t even have to move for Mara’s body to begin milking his seed out of him.

But as he doubled over, clenching desperately to hold back the torrent of cum his balls were beginning to churn up, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled back, sliding gout of her mouth with another wet gurgling sound as the bulge in her throat receded.

Mara looked up a little confused, and honestly Chase’s own body was confused with him too. 

She grinned. “Don’t worry. Snake physiology, so I can still breathe while you’re in my throat. I like how it feels. It’s like swallowing a hot meal, warming me from the inside. Can you fuck my throat, please?”

The way she added ‘please’ made his erection bob eagerly in anticipation.

He nodded, though noticing his trepidation she added, “Just let your body do what comes naturally. And don’t worry about hurting me. I’m pretty tough, y’know.”

Like before, hands on his hips and her tongue coiled around his tip, she guided him back into her mouth, and with a wet gulp her throat bulged out, her nostrils flared and she elegantly shut her eyes, feeling that heat slide down into her.

The second he was hilted inside her, Mara let one hand drift down her body, fingers lingering on her inner thigh. The other hand grasped at one breast, gently pinching the silver-pierced nipple between her fingers.

At the same time she felt Chase run his fingers uncertainly down under her chin, making Mara smile. Then as he cupped her throat, she felt him roll his hips. Back at first, slowly, feeling her throat close as his cock slid out, then back in, gentle with concern for her wellbeing. 

It was touching, Mara though, but if he didn’t start face fucking her soon she’d sit on his face and force his cock back down her throat one way or another.

Chase, to his credit, picked up on her wet little moans and started moving faster.

Thats a good boy, she started to think, as her eyes rolled and that little fire between her thighs had a good gallon of gasoline thrown on it. Her fingers elegantly made their way down her thigh and slid down under her pants, into her panties. Without any ceremony, she found her own labia, slick with excitement already, and pressed between the scaly lips to trace fervent little circles over the cawing little nub of sensitive flesh above her winking canal.

Her hips reacted in an instant, bucking against her own touch as she tightened her throat muscles around Chase’s cock. He was moving faster now, hands sliding up along her slender neck until he reached her chest.

Again with the hesitation, this time Mara grabbed him by the wrist with her free hand and transferred his touch to her right breast. He seemed to get the hint from there and squeezed experimentally. He’d probably jerked off to imagining what her tits felt like, like any other of her male fans. Probably used the same hand too.

While rolling his hands over her plump breasts, he threw three more earnest thrusts into her throat before he stiffened and quickly pulled back until his glans popped from her lips with several thick strands of saliva still connecting his swollen cock and her sleek scales.

Without having to catch her breath like any other woman who’d just had a cock in her throat for several minutes straight, she rolled over and sat up in front of him. Even on the bed, all she had to do was straighten up part of the way and she was already eye level with him. And despite being the one to just get throat-fucked, she was grinning calmly as it was Chase who was panting to catch his breath.

“Having fun?”

Chase could only nod. But as he did, his gaze remained fixed on the soft, scaled breasts under his hands. Mara immediately recognised the look and her grin spread a little as she rolled over. She felt a little colder as his hands slid from her body, but it was a feeling that would not last.

Slipping off the bed, she squatted down low, very low, and even as she arched her back, her chest was about crotch level with Chase. She knew exactly what he wanted, and was more than happy to give it to him.

Mara’s dark tongue slid out between her lips, long enough to reach down her slender neck and wrap around the tip of Chase’s cock like a firm couple of fingers as she pulled apart her breasts, then squished them back together around the shaft. Her tongue gripping his crown, soft, slippery and wet, she tightened the crevasse between her tits about Chase’s twitching member.

When he looked down and caught her expression, the woman wagging her brows at him suggestively, it was hard not to realise what she was waiting for. Grinning a little meekly, Chase reached down and took Mara’s breasts from her own grip, then started to roll his hips, thrusting through that tight cleavage and into Mara’s tongue.

Mara in the meantime practically lounged against the side of the bed, her arms outstretched either side as she gazed up at him half-lidded, thin lines of drool running down her tongue as it jerked over his glans in time with his thrusts. Everything about her posture and gaze said ‘fuck me’ as she set her claws into the sheets, enjoying the human’s warmth against her cold-blooded body. It was like sitting in front of a campfire on a cold day, the heat spreading through her chest, bracing her with comfort.

A salty tang spurted across her palate, igniting her taste buds that made her sigh with content and flutter her eyelashes. The droplet of precum was only a precursor to what was coming by the way his cock pulsed between her breasts. His thrusts were growing erratic as he pounded her chest a little harder. He was close.

And Mara didn’t want him holding back a drop.

“Do it,” she whispered huskily as her tongue slid back into her mouth. “All over my neck. Warm me with your cum. I want it all over me, please…”

She barely got the final word in sideways when the first rope of Chase’s orgasm spurted from the tip and draped its way up along Mara’s lovely, slender neck. The pearly white jizz glistened gently in the light against her black scales. And the warmth was like magma on her cold skin.

The next string of semen hit her chin as she enthusiastically angled her face down and opened her mouth expectantly, catching the third spurt with a thirsty gasp.

The pressure waned after that as cum bubbled in her cleavage around the tip of his cock, sliding down her long throat and decorating her lips as she gulped the warm fluids down, feeling them slide down into her belly like a shot of hot whiskey.

Easing down onto her knees, she slid his cock back into his mouth, slurping up the final dregs of cum that made Chase shiver with delight, before she gulped all that down too.

“Yum,” she mused, then scooped a line of cum up with one finger and slid that between her lips too. “You’ve made quite a mess. Maybe we should take this to the shower?”

Chase didn’t answer. He didn’t have to, he was nodding in rapid-fire enthusiasm the moment the first dregs of his cum slipped between Mara’s lips. Taking him by the hand, Mara led him to a door leading out of the bedroom. Not back into the lounge, where they could hear moans and giggles coming from the rest of her bandmates. She led him into a side bathroom, reasonably spacious and outfitted with a standing shower. 

Normally speaking the shower was built to house only one. But the way Chase remained pressed up against Mara’s curves, his lips locked around one of the moaning woman’s nipples as he licked and suckled feverishly, there was ample space.

Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched off the tiled wall, pressing her nipple harder against Chase’s eager lips. Her long fingers raked through her own hair and a long satisfied hiss escaped her lips. She had one leg cocked up, her foot planted on the wall behind her so her thighs were open to the warm human eagerly nestling himself against her tingling quim. If she wanted that warm pounding cock inside her though, she’d have to squat quite low. But with his face at the perfect sucking height, she was content to let him suckle her hard, sensitive nipples. His tongue lapped firmly, swirling around her areola and teasing the tips before catching lightly on her piercings.

She felt his warm hands roam down her body while the water left her scales shimmering and slippery. He explored every inch of her, taking in her curves, savouring the way her tapered waist flowed out into a pair of wonderful hips, large but firm ass. Her muscular thighs tensed as he ran one hand down to her knee that was cocked up by his side. The other hand dragged his fingers up her inner thigh, closer and closer to a spot that burned for attention.

The needy cawing between her legs turned into a screech of excitement as she felt his fingers fumble over the tight lips of her swollen pussy, then tenderly, almost hesitantly slip between the silky folds.

Her grip on him tightened and she bucked her hips slightly. He took it as encouragement and pressed deeper, finding the tight winking opening and slipping one finger inside. Just the one. It was enough, Mara didn’t want to be stretched out by his digits. She still wanted very much for another part of him to be inside her. But for now, his wriggling middle finger exploring her pussy’s opening with virginal curiosity was more enough to elicit some happy snake sounds from her mouth.

Chase’s tentativeness made him careful and gentle. She may have looked like the type of girl who liked it rough, but looks could be very deceiving. There was a reason she was attracted to the shy young man the moment she laid eyes on him. Most groupies who came her way were enthusiastic. And while she did like a big confident cock eagerly pounding her for a while, the long, drawn out exploration of a timid little gentleman like Chase was really what got her off. A rare treat in this business, but a treat she was going to suckle on as gently as she could, like she was trying to make a delicious lollipop last as long as possible.

“That feels good. Don’t stop,” she whispered, bucking against his wriggling finger. “Oh, fuck~!”

His thumb worked its way up her slit and while his finger massaged her innards, she felt a lightning bolt shoot through her nethers as he found her clit, pressing the little button firmly while he worked. He’d obviously been with a girl before, but there didn’t seem to be too much practice to the motions. 

She’d be more than happy to let him practice all he wanted on her.

Before long she felt something nudge her inner thigh and smiled at the ceiling. One hand ran down his side and her long fingers managed to wrap around his cock, which was beginning to stir back to life. It wasn’t nearly hard yet, but her firm grip made it pulse with excitement. It was just a matter of time.

Pulling his lips from her nipple, she stooped down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth for a moment, before she slid down a little further. Before long she was practically sitting on the shower floor, water battering her scaly hood and cascading down through her black hair. She ignored it, licking her lips and watching his dick grow between her hands as she massaged him to a fresh erection. She was rubbing and jerking, slowly at first, as if she wanted him to release all over her face. But she had something else in mind that she really wanted to get to. The night was young and they had all the time in the world to explore every feasible position and act.

Her tongue lashed out across the throbbing glans, licking up through his urethral slit with precision and care. Somewhere above she saw Chase plant his hands on the shower wall. His eyes were shut and he groaned, thoroughly enjoying the attention she was giving him. She could gaze up at him like that all day. Hell, she’d love nothing more to make him cum on her face again and again all night long.

But her cunt had been cawing for attention all night and she was fixing on shutting it up for a while.

“Come here,” she said firmly, shutting off the water and pulling him out of the shower by his hand. 

Without bothering to dry off, she sat him on the toilet then whipped around, looking back at him over one shoulder with her predatory eyes half closed seductively. Her ankles crossed so that her thighs tapered a little towards her knees, so when she bent over she was bearing the full heart-shape of her delectable ass and wide hips in his face. He seemed to be struggling to keep his hands off her and found her thighs, sliding up against the profile of her scales until he could squeeze those firm globes. The poor boy was practically drooling all over her, so she didn’t tease for too long.

“You’ll last longer now,” she whispered as she sat in his lap. “I’ll get my fill of you.”

Her tender grip guided his glans to the moist opening where her thighs met. The lips were scaly like the rest of her, but soft and malleable. They peeled back almost eagerly as he felt the tip of his cock touch the warmth of a sucking little mouth. Flesh parted further, silky curtains wet and slippery stretching around him tightly as bit by bit Mara’s body wrapped around his human length.

He let out a sigh, a feeling somehow more wonderful than her mouth and throat sinking down around him.

Mara quivered at the same time, as the hot rod of flesh burned in her depths. His mammalian blood was pounding hard against her walls, making the woman’s eyes roll as she sank pointed teeth into her bottom lip. It took every ounce of willpower not to make a silly anime-girl expression, but she let out a mindless whimper of delight all the same.

Mara was backed all the way onto his lap in no time, crushing him under her in the best way possible. Her hips were significantly wider than his, and her powerful tail wrapped possessively around Chase’s waist and, effectively tying him in place. She was half twisted as she began rocking her hips, one arm wrapped over his shoulders for leverage. She was balanced on one foot, the opposite leg crossing over the first like a business lady sitting seductively in a boardroom meeting.

And speaking of meeting, her cheeks would slap down on his hips with earnest vigour, increasing with speed the louder her moans got. Her neck was craned a little to angle her face towards his, eyes wide and aglow with ecstasy stared into Chase’s eyes. Her mouth was open a little to let the long pleasured moans to escape, mixing with Chase’s soft, almost quiet sighs.

The best he could do was hold on to the wide curves of her hips as she rose and fell, trying his best to keep up.

It wasn’t long before she pulled out all the stops. Soon she was harder against him, her wet tunnel quivering around his member in time with her shuddering breaths. Her hips were gyrating side to side as well. Getting into the slippery, erotic dance the same way she got into her guitar solos. Her body snaked and coiled like… well, like a snake. She had all the full feminine curves to rival a human woman. Maybe two human women at the same time. But there were some aspects to her anthro physiology that just didnt go away.

Chase didn’t mind. How could he? His hands on the wide, sexy hips of his idol as she rose and fell on his cock, moaning with the same volume of a pornstar but the sincerity of a woman in love. He couldnt help let his mouth fall open and a groan escape as his balls began to clench, just like before.

He could feel it coming. Honestly it had a miracle he hadn’t blown his load already, but the earlier orgasm between her wonderful breasts had tempered him. All the same, Mara’s hot, tight canal milked him for another orgasm.

And not a moment too soon either.

With one final cry of ecstasy, Mara thrust back and sheathed his cock deep into her hot, quivering canal. Chase at the same time sank his fingertips into the firm globes of her ass, holding her down in place, feeling her thighs tremble against his as he felt a second orgasm, no less intense than the first one, turn his world upside down. He clenched as if trying to stop it from happening, but no dam could hold back the coming torrent.

Long jets of thick, creamy semen shot up against Mara’s core, making her shudder through an orgasm that rippled warmth between her thighs, up through her core and caused a suspiciously mammalian red blush to form on her dark scaly cheeks. Her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the forked tip of her slender tongue dangling over her bottom lip as she keened with delight.

His cum all over her neck and chest had felt like hot magma on her skin, while inside her it felt like someone had fed and stoked a flame that quickly spiralled into an uncontrollable wildfire.

With every breath she took trying to get her wind back, a small moan escaped her throat, quiet and shuddering but laced with exhausted pleasure all the same. Her muscles burned in the best possible way like at the end of an intense workout, and her sensitive pussy clenched and quivered with satisfaction.

Peeling herself off the similarly exhausted human, Mara turned and collapsed onto his cock. Her breasts pressed against his legs as she worked her warm mouth and slippery tongue down over his cock, growing softer but throbbing in the aftermath of the pleasure.

Licking him clean of their combined orgasm, she smirked up at Chase who smiled back.

“You know, I have a few more gigs to play in town. It’d be nice if you could come hang out. It’d certainly help me relax.”

Chase chuckled. “I’d like that very much.”