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Hypnorgasm
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Posted on 2020-08-01 08:38:38
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FurAffinity user Imann wrote a medium-length story to go with this:
Whenever he woke up, Steve could expect some part of his body to be asleep. Either one of his arms, maybe his left foot, maybe both legs! It all depended on how he and Nadine ended up sprawled together in bed. In this particular case, her tail had wound a bit too tightly around his right fingers – as a result, he had a bit of trouble pouring the coffee that morning, grumbling to himself all the while.

Last night hadn’t been quite perfect in all honesty; they’d had a few arguments during the day. It had been over silly things, too like forgetting to pick up bread or Steve’s arm-mouths nicking her shoulder when they spooned while watching TV. As a result, by the evening they were both fairly annoyed with each other, and went to sleep facing away from one another. Of course, both of them were prone to tossing and turning so it made sense they came back together again. Perhaps they had to find these little things to argue over because their relationship was going so well as was! A lot of his friends joked that the pair of them were practically married already. Ah well… she tended to sleep in a lot, being cold-blooded, so he figured it might be a good idea to let her rest a while.

He sipped on that bitter stuff, feeling it gradually wake him up before her voice came from the bedroom.

“Steve? You up?” her throat sounded a little scratchy – perhaps she’d left her mouth open again. Then again, she sounded ill.

“Yeah, babe,” Steve called back. “What’s up?”

“Not much… could you bring me something to drink? Throat’s killing me…”

“Sure thing, babe.”

He sighed. Guess it was going to be one of those mornings, where she stayed in bed all day and he waited on her hand and foot. Of course, he didn’t complain too much. He just couldn’t bring himself to be mad at her, at the end of the day. The Martail made a fresh cup to bring to his girl, finding her lying face down, groaning softly. All he could see was the emerald side of her scaly body, her lower half bunched up all over the bed, some of its pale yellow. It was a wonder that cheap could support her weight alone, with all those muscular coils.

She sat up, brushing some of that sea-green hair away from her pale, blear eyes to gaze at him. She smiled sluggishly. “Mornin’,” she mumbled, rearing up on her coils and stretching, her bosom heaving slightly. Steve, ever the gentleman, looked away and gave her a wild berth. Even if they were dating, it didn’t mean he had to ogle her all the time. Though he caught a brief, coy grin that suggested she wasn’t oblivious to the brief glance…

She took a sip of her coffee, sighing softly. “C’mon, sit down with me. We haven’t gotta do anything today, right?”

“Nope, don’t think so.” Steve sipped down what was remaining of his coffee before he crawled into that neat little circle of coils she made for him as a seat. As soon as he was plopped in, he felt those coils shift and the bed creak, her tail lazily drooping over his thigh as she reclined against the headboard.

“So… about yesterday.” Steve thought it was best to broach the subject first.

“Your teeth really hurt, you know that?” Nadine seemed to be on the attack right away. “You almost drew blood…”

“Yeah.. babe, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Well… say it like you mean it.” A coy grin appeared oh so briefly. “Look me in the eye, and tell me you mean it.”

“Ohhh.” Now he saw what she was up to. He saw her put down the mug, arms crossing over her body to frame her bosom before she directed him towards those two big, serpentine orbs.

Perhaps it was due to his enjoyment of this little game they played, or perhaps it was due to some triggers she’d slipped into his mind once, but whenever Nadine said ‘Look me in the eye’, Steve would always comply right away. Because as soon as he did, the hazy pleasure washed over his mind. Those vast expanses of green, ebbing and flowing as she swayed and dipped her head in a slow, clockwise circle. Her tongue teasingly flicking out before she crooked a finger. Beckoning to him to move.

He leaned forward to comply, to get closer to the swirling green, but those coils pressed against him, stopped him from crawling. All he could do was lean in, feel his jaw go slack, feel his mind go blank. Feel his body begin to fall asleep, that familiar, pleasant tingle spreading from his fingertips and toes up through his body. Soon filling him with that wonderful tingling. While those coils, warm, smooth, vibrated against his body.

They tugged him in closer as her eyes widened, pulsing faster with those rings of green and gold, warming him, relaxing him, filling his mind with such wonderful bliss. Letting him forget all the worries of the day previous, all the frustrations he might have felt. Letting him lose it all in those wonderful swirling colours. Nadine’s hips began to sway and gyrate, and the coils wound further up his body, pinning his arms as the coils slowly reeled him in, closer to her…

“Who’s a good boy?”

“I’m a good boy…” Steve responded instantly, that command still deeply planted in his subconscious.

“Who’s a sexy boy?”

“I’m a sexy boy…” he always giggled bashfully at that, a hint of a smile tracing along his face before it relaxed once more. There was no place for any tension in his body while Nadine worked her wonderful magic on his mind.

“Does the sexy boy want to play with Mistress?”

“It’s the only thing I want.”

“Good answer…” she giggled.

Her arms enfolded him and pulled him in for a hungry, passionate kiss. It was always around this point that the spell was broken… but it didn’t matter. Her coils pressed at his boxers and pulled them down, getting him into the right position as he loomed over her. Their lips interlocked and explored, and when his hips pushed down, he always caught a stifled gasp of pleasure before that serpentine tongue locked with his and held him in.
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