—a string of saliva connecting their lips still.
“Your room.”
It’s more a command than a suggestion, and the poor trapped medic would realize her tail coiled by Ho’ol’s glossy black one.
The serpent responded almost immediately by very firmly slamming Gavial back against the wall.
Tongue and fangs and lips mix in a chaotic, hungry fusion. It’s breathless, messy and consuming.
Ho’ol breaks away if only to give the poor croc a moment to breathe—
It was at this moment that Gavial realized she wasn't just being backed into a corner, she stuffed well into it literally and figuratively.
But with how soft and squeezable Ho'ol's... Everything felt, could she really complain?
—in a raspy voice.
“It’s nice to see you…finally using those fangs…”
Back into the kiss she dives, pressing herself more into the croc. Rewarding her the her soft body against Gavial’s toned.
The tip of her tail rubbing so dangerously against her thigh…
A delighted mewl from Ho’ol at the hair pulling, a shiver racing through her body all the way through her tail.
A break in the kiss to catch her breath, lips stinging front the shared bites they had.
“There’s that wild Gavial I’ve heard so much about…” she gasped—
Bracing herself a bit better for the next round. Gavial nonetheless still finds herself overwhelmed and just a bit dazed when Ho'olheyak crashes against her once more.
The cool sting of fresh air snuffed out by that increasingly familiar flavor and smothering warmth.
Saria would quickly find herself backed against a wall, with the feathered serpent now pressing against her.
“…would you like me to show you that, Miss Sa~ri~a?”
And again that tongue slides into Gavial’s mouth, and the hungry kiss resumes.
Breathless and raw and primal. Even Ho’ol’s sharp fangs tug and pinch at Gav’s lips.
“Oh?!”
Those slit pupils dilated in excitement, forked tongue flicking the air as her body pressed more against the slightly shorter archosauria.
Ebony tail winding up her legs now; there would be escaping until Ho’ol was done.
“Then, do be a good girl and enjoy~”
Once again, Ho'ol beats her to making the first move. The odd taste of old papers, inks, and just a hint of iron filling her mouth as she stumbled back first into the wall. Barely able to mount any sort of counterattack against the Phidia's raw intensity.
@TakeUrTreatment
Ho’ol’s tongue is in Gavial’s mouth before the croc’s back hits the wall.
The serpent’s body pins her firmly to it, and the kiss lasts long enough to make the croc dizzy.
The woman pulls back with a wicked grin and saliva on her lips.
“…satisfied?~”
@FirmAsUnbroken
The voivire does not get a second to react to the flying feathered serpent leaping at her.
The kisses are passionate and suffocating, and she’s yanking—tearing clothes off. Dragging her to the other room…
Definitely an HR complaint in the future.