Page 113 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Ahh!” Milo yelled as blankets bunched around him. He clawed at the mattress, trying to find purchase, tearing his sheets as he did so.

The tail was too strong, yanking him back to the center of the bed, where rough hands grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him onto his back.

Grievance peered down at him, his own pupils blown with desire as Milo struggled in his hold. The tail coiled up Milo’s leg until the tip of it found his erection, giving it a long, smooth stroke.

“Grievance, you son of a bitch—MHMM!”

His voice was cut off as something long, thick, and slick shoved past his teeth and into his mouth. Grievance’s tongue traced the edges of his mouth, finding his throat and pumping in and out at a quick pace. The room filled with wet, choking sounds as Milo’s throat was fucked.

“Mmm!” Milo tried to protest, pushing on Grievance’s shoulders with his hands. He might as well have been trying to push a building for all the good that it did.

That low, chest-deep hiss sounded again. Filling Milo’s ears with serpent song.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Milo was choking, his body trying to cough but too full of tongue to do it properly. Tears welled in his eyes, and when it seemed the Naga wouldn’t give him a respite, he bit down.

Hard.

The steady hissing sound hitched in surprise; Grievance’s entire body jerked as his sensitive tongue was crushed. He withdrew immediately, finally letting Milo cough.

“You—” cough “bastard,” Milo said between wet gulps of air.

Grievance pulled back that viper’s tongue, closing his massive jaws, returning to a semi-normal state. He observed Milo a moment longer before shifting his tail, still wrapped firmly around the witch’s left leg.

The tip found his erection again and fuck. Milo would never admit how good it felt. Its smooth texture was way too pleasant as it stroked him.

And then, that simple tail performed a function that, previous to that exact moment, Milo was unaware snakes (or snake-adjacent MythBeasts) could do.

The tip vibrated.

Not with large, shaky movements. But controlled, precise rapid back-and-forths. It was like a living, vibrating dildo. The buzz sent so much pleasure racing up Milo’s spine that he momentarily forgot that he was supposed to be fighting back.

“Fuuuuuck~” Milo moaned as that vibrating tail pressed against his cock harder.

It was likely the same function as rattlesnakes, but without the rattle. And holy shit, Milo would never be able to look at a reptile tail without tenting his pants.

“Fuck you for this,” Milo moaned as his body delighted in the delicious, if not unorthodox, pleasure.

The buzzing tail continued to press against his cock, pleasuring him from all angles. Slowly, it began to descend, until its vibrations were shaking Milo’s sack. His balls drew up at the contact, climax suddenly bearing down on him.

“Grieeevance,” Milo mewled. “If you— keep—going⁠—”

He couldn’t even finish his thought, his tongue clumsy and his mouth gaping as pleasure coursed up his spine so intensely his eyes rolled.

All at once, the vibrations stopped, leaving Milo feeling the aftershocks against his skin. Milo took a moment to compose himself, swallowing hard and blinking as his climax retreated.

Oh right. I’m fighting this.

Milo kicked Grievance with all his strength. And, sure, he might have been a scrawny guy, but he was also scrappy. And he felt an immense sense of satisfaction at the oof he extracted as his kick landed square on the Naga’s chest.

Stunned, Milo slipped his leg free of the Naga’s hold and was again scrambling on his knees, reaching for the edge of the bed as though his life depended on it.

He was panting and flushed, and fuck, this was the hottest thing he’d ever⁠—

“HCK!” Milo made a loud, horrible choking sound, his hands immediately coming up to his neck where something had wrapped around it so instantly that he didn’t have time to fight it. He blinked, and all of a sudden he was being dragged to the center of the bed by his neck.

His back was now to the Naga as he was forced onto his stomach. But from the slimy feeling now dribbling onto his chest, he knew he was being dragged around like a rag doll by his mate’s tongue.