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The Seviper Dancer	By : AssassinaAquila Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 17497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-The Seviper Dancer
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My first lemon, ever. Hope you guys like it.
Update: 10/6/13
Re-boot time! Some editing and a couple of parts rewritten for all you fans, so enjoy!
The Seviper Dancer
The coiled form of a seviper laid still and silent in the shadows of the tent, red eyes glaring from the darkness. Sounds of music and people were fading in the background as the end of the day made itself known by the increase of silence and the decrease of light.
He was Nilakanta, a seviper adopted into the life of entertainment and trained to become a circus pet.
The seviper shifted his head on his coils, watching the shadows of the human performers play on the canvas of the tent. Life in the circus wasn’t easy, but it didn’t need to be all too difficult either, as long as everyone was able to pull their own weight.
Oh, how did that remind him of his beginnings here. Before the time that he was a trained circus pet, he was wild and proud. He roamed forests and hunted like the predator he was, somehow managing to avoid capture by trainers until well into his adulthood. The poison-type found little competition in the forests that he reigned supreme in, very few ever willing to truly face him head on—however, he was still no match to an ambush conducted by five of his worst and hated enemies: the zangoose.
Beaten, bleeding, and half-dead in the rain—that was how she had found him.
His coils shivered as an increasingly familiar heat burned through his veins like poison. Nilakanta burred and buried his head in his coils, shutting his half-moon eyes against his furious blush. It embarrassed him how easily the thought of her could send his heated blood racing to places that it shouldn’t be going to.
Her name was Arren—sweet, compassionate, and naively seductive. It was her soft and concerned touch that roused him into a partial consciousness on that fateful day, a touch that eased his broken body but sent shudders of fear down his coils. He was utterly defenseless against her in that state, if she had chosen to do him harm, and did nothing except stare up at her piteously.
But she did nothing of the sort. Her hands soothed his aching body and tended to his injuries, her voice murmuring reassurances that calmed his nerves. The rain poured down mercilessly, soaking her black hair and making it cling to her face and shoulders as she worked on her patient. His eyes didn’t leave her as she ripped long strips from her shirt to wrap his lacerations, confused but reluctantly grateful.
When she had finished, the girl knelt and placed his head in her lap. Then she smiled down at him with her bright, poison green eyes and smoothed a hand down his neck. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Nilakanta didn’t know what had happened, but after that he couldn’t leave her. Not even after her fellow circus performers came and called for her, only to stop and stare at the large, injured serpent resting in her lap. When they tried to get her to leave, to move away from the venomous and infamously aggressive snake, he had hissed and burred in protest, using what little strength he had to bunch his coils in readiness to attack if they dared to get closer.
But Arren only smiled in reassurance. “This is my family, and we’re circus performers. We provide for each other, care for one another, and protect our own. Would you like to join us?”
Thus began his career as a circus pet. Though he didn’t start his training until after his wounds healed, and in the meantime he managed to learn a few things about his caretaker.
Arren was the one responsible for him, and she took it seriously that she even went as far as moving him into her tent instead of him having to stay in the one where most of the circus pets were kept. And whenever the circus needed to move to a new location, she managed to either ride with him or walk along side the caravan that kept him. She didn’t seem to mind the fact that, because she spent the majority of her time around him, her fellow performers were leery and often avoided her altogether due to his intimidating appearance and his species’ aggressive reputation. In fact, whenever she did need companionship, she turned to him and talked to him about everything under the sun.
It was through these conversations that he found out that Arren was a belly dancer, and once he got better, she would begin training him to be her partner.
The seviper shuddered in his coils again, the heat in his blood nearly becoming unbearable as he remembered his training.
At first, the notion of him becoming her partner was actually a punishment made by the ring leader—who he found out later on that his name was Nikolai—for Arren. It made sense why it would be a punishment—a belly dancer was fluid, and needed to be graceful and well balanced to awe and capture the attention of her audience.
Graceful and fluid, a seviper was not.
With his species’ form bunched like an accordion, a seviper didn’t move with the grace or slither along the ground like their Kanto cousins, the arbok. Their forms weren’t sleek, made more for short bursts of speed in battle rather than grace in dancing, and they were no light-weights. Arren, with her five-foot-five and slight build, would not be able move let alone dance with a full-grown seviper coiled around her, one that would take three men to pick up and carry.
Knowing this, Nilakanta became very self conscious and didn’t even try for that first day of training. He was afraid that if he tried, he would fail, and if he failed, then Arren would no longer want him around let alone be her partner.
But she wasn’t deterred. She eased him into the art of dancing, and managed to convince a fellow dancer who did have a serpentine partner to show him a few routines.
The dancer was a blonde named Naomi with an ekans partner. She was older than Arren, and had Fester—the ekans—as her partner for several years. Their dancing was flawless, their movements in sync with the music and each other as the ekans either copied her movements, or slithered up and around her shoulders with grace as she danced.
Seeing this, Nilakanta had been even more determined not to dance. There was no way that he could match in grace with Arren, nor would she be able to hold his weight if he tried crawling on her while she danced.
It wasn’t until several sessions later when things started going a step in the right direction.
“Nila,” Arren called to him before the training session began, a hand underneath his lower jaw making him look into her eyes while her other hand stroked the scales of his underbelly, “I know that this is difficult for you, Nila, but you must try. If you don’t, Nikolai won’t let you stay here with me.” Her eyes beseeched him when he tensed at those words, horrified at the thought of being forced away from her. “Please, Nila. Dance…for me?”
She stepped away then to let him think about what to do next. The thought of her being disappointed in him made him reluctant to dance, but the terror at the thought of the ringmaster declaring him useless and to be forced out of the circus, forced away from her, that made him decide to at least try.
And he began the only dance that he knew.
His head and body jerked in sporadic movements, his tongue flicking out unconsciously. A seviper mating dance wasn’t pretty, and it often looked like the participants were trying to harm each other rather than reproduce. It consisted of the male initiating the dance by twitching his body in certain movements that showed off his patterns and colors to the target female. If the female accepts, then she responds in the same jerky movements opposite of that of the male, and allows him to mate her.
When he finished, Nilakanta lowered his head to the ground, a pitiful expression on him before he dared to look at her.
Arren’s eyes seemed wide and electric, visible wheels turning in her head as she looked back at him excitedly. “Please, do that again. Only slower.”
Confused, the seviper raised his head and began the dance again, the movements noticeably slower than before. Whenever his head jerked in a movement, the muscles of his body rippled in effect before it twitched in turn. Her eyes had caught this, and in a slow, smooth motion lifted her arms above her head and began to dance with him.
He nearly stopped in awe, his red eyes fixated on her twisting form.
Her hips jerked in sync with him, the muscles of her stomach rippling as if snakes were slithering underneath the skin. Her arms twisted and rippled likewise from every twitch of her shoulders, and Arren’s green eyes locked on him as her head moved opposite of his.
His body flushed with heat at the instinctual knowledge that the belly dancer had just unknowingly accepted his mating proposal. Nilakanta felt himself harden in his coils, shivers nearly over taking him during the entire session and forced down the need to coil himself around her and mate.
Never had he been so relieved as to leave training as he did then, but he also dreaded and looked forward to the next session as well.
Movement outside of the tent brought him out of his reverie, out of the times that he needed to go to the tent or out in the forest to cool his blood and to the present. A private tent was actually a luxury and a reward usually reserved to the older circus performers and to couples. Even Nikolai shared a tent with some of the circus men, or in a caravan if someone needed the room. There was only one reason that Nilakanta and Arren had their own personal tent: Nilakanta.
Arren once shared a tent with the other dancers. However, when she wanted to keep Nilakanta close to her to look after his injuries and he couldn’t stay in the tent with all the other circus pets for any extended amount of time, the dancers refused to sleep in the same tent with them.
Nikolai, showing a rare side of mercy, allowed them to have one of the spare tents to use at their own leisure.
It was small, but it was enough room for a girl and her seviper to move around and get cozy in. They usually placed their tents on the outskirts of the camp, away from those who were still leery of the serpent and allowing Nilakanta to go out unnoticed when he had the odd urge to hunt. They were rarely disturbed, and Nilakanta appreciated that.
A tanned, slender hand pushed aside the tent flap, and Arren appeared a short moment later wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of shorts. “Hey, Nila.”
His coils tightened uncomfortably, the heat burning his veins as he watched droplets of water run down her skin. They teased paths from her collarbone to the valley of her breasts and ran along her stomach to dip beneath the waistband of her shorts. He had it bad, because he never thought that he could ever be jealous of water.
If she had noticed his stare, she didn’t say anything as she walked to her sleeping pallet. “Will you be hunting tonight?”
Nilakanta thought about it, trying to push the haze of desire out his mind. It would give him an excuse to get some fresh air and to cool off, but something advised him against it. So he burred and shook his head in the negative.
It might’ve been his imagination, but he could’ve sworn that he saw a slight heated look flash on her face before she nodded. “Alright. Guess it’s time to turn in then.”
The seviper burred in agreement, settling more comfortably in his coils in spite of the heat still coursing through him. As he watched her arrange her sleeping area, Nilakanta flicked a tongue out to scent the air. He could barely smell anything over the scent of his own lust, but letting his tongue flick out again, he managed to catch her scent.
To him, he wished her scent was the only thing he would ever taste. Underneath the soap and deodorant, her natural scent stained his tongue and shot straight south. But something odd about it made him confused and even more aroused, and the burr left him before he could hold it back.
Arren looked back at him, half kneeling at her pallet in a position that made her look like she was presenting herself to him. “Something wrong?”
He tried to shake the arousal off, but his tongue kept flicking out to get more of the delicious scent. It was musky and arousing, the scent of a female ready to mate, and it was utterly intoxicating. Half aware of himself, he rose from his coils and slithered closer to her, eyes locked on target.
Despite his weird behavior, Arren didn’t react beyond moving to face him. Her poison green eyes seemed to darken at Nilakanta’s enraptured expression as he approached. “Nila…”
His snout pressed against her shorts, his tongue flicking out to brush over her crotch before he snapped out of his daze. He gave an alarmed burr and jerked his head back, staring wide-eyed at her as if awaiting a reprimand.
Instead… “Do you want me, Nila?”
Nilakanta was speechless and tense, staring at her blushing face and dark eyes as she bit her lip and stared back. It sent a bolt of desire through him that nearly caused him to unsheathe himself, but he made sure that his intent was going to be made clear through his actions.
Positioning his lower half and tail to curl around her, his tail blade resting lightly against her thigh, he answered by letting go of his shivers of desire and to jerk his head to and fro in his mating dance.
Biting her lip again, Arren accepted by rippling her body and making her head jerk in motions opposite of his, a hand going down to her shorts. Her answer made his body shudder violently before he freed his aching hemipenes.
Without pause, the dancer tugged her shorts and panties off in one go, reaching for her bra as her eyes drifted.
A hemipenes was something she expected, seeing as all serpentine and most reptilian pokemon had them. But the length and girth of the two penises left her breathless and excited, feeling her core burn with the ache of need and lust.
Located more towards his middle rather than his tail end, she estimated the hemipenes to be around eight to ten inches in erect length and tapered to a blunt point so the base had a much larger girth than the tip. They stood straight and to a slight angle to each other, pre beading the tips of the slicked lengths, and Arren gave a shuddering breath at the temptation.
Fully naked, the black haired beauty straddled the seviper just below his pronged dicks. Her slit pressed flush against his cool scales, the wetness of her arousal spreading her lower lips easily for full contact against her clit, and pleasure slithered up her spine in such an intensity that Arren bowed backwards with a moan and a buck of her hips. The position left her nude body barred to his leering gaze, tanned skin glistening in the low light and dusky, taut nipples adorning her perky breasts fixated his eyes.
The serpent couldn’t resist placing his snout in the valley between her peaking breasts, his tongue flicking erratically over her skin tasting the saltiness of her sweat and the scent of her lusty pheromones. Arren’s hands smoothed the scales of his neck before pressing under his jaw so their eyes could connect, half-lidded poison green to glaring red. “Nila,” she whispered, a heady sound almost begging in tone, “oh please, Nila, I need you.”
More than ready to comply, Nilakanta coiled himself around the dancer from her left, across her back, to hover over her right shoulder. He straightened himself underneath her, fixing it so that his tail was laying straight and trying to line his upper prong to her weeping slit.
They both shuddered when the bottom one brushed against her core, gathering some of the thick moisture that had collected there before moving further back to be replaced by the other. The seviper made himself ready and swiftly entered her, but didn’t expect the pleasant surprise where the bottom penis was placed.
“Oh!” Arren moaned and shuddered against her lover, feeling both her holes being filled at the same time. Her back arched at the pleasure of her stuffed core, every nerve pleasantly on fire in her ass, and his scales were even pressing up against that magic button above her slit. She moaned deeply and breathlessly as the tip of his tapered penis was buried deeply in her cervix and was pressing up against her womb, and took gasps when his every movement brushed against that button and made her twitch.
Then he began vibrating.
She could barely breathe, couldn’t even moan let alone scream at the intense pleasure. Her back bowed backwards to a point where he was supporting her in his coils, her breasts heaving with every pant and breathlessly silent moan while her right hand wrapped itself around the back of his head with her left gripping the coil around her hip. The force of his shudders literally shook her world, and she could only just hang on to him as she felt that coil of heat tense in her belly, on the brink of snapping into oblivion because of her serpentine lover.
Nilakanta hissed at the feel of her wet, tight heat surrounding his cocks and gave a great shudder when her muscles clenched and massaged them. Her asshole tightened around him that it was nearly painful, and his other cock was so deeply buried in her snatch that she writhed and twitched under him, hissing in her own pleasure. He closed his eyes and nuzzled the juncture of her shoulder and neck, nearly overcome with pleasure as his tongue flicked out and tasted the sweet sweat on her throat.
The feel of his fangs scraping the skin along her throat and the tickling touch of his tongue sent her over the edge. “Ni-…Niiilaaa!” With a drawn out moan of his name, an unconscious bucking of her hips, her eyes rolling back into her skull and her toes curling into the ground, Arren tensed and shattered within the coils of her partner.
The seviper choked on a burr, his eyes widening when her muscles clenched and writhed around his cocks. His shuddering, in response to her orgasm, grew in intensity that it prolonged her pleasure for several more moments before he tensed his coils around her in his own release.
The first spurts of his cum made her twitch, moaning as it shot deep and shuddering at the warmth and thickness of it. The excess leaked from her holes and past his cocks, running down the scales of his tail in white rivulets before the flow stopped completely. Arren lay boneless in Nilakanta’s coils, breasts heaving with her pants and body twitching from the aftershocks. In the back of her pleasure-hazed mind, the dancer was amazed at the strength of her partner as he was the only thing keeping her from falling in an ungraceful heap to the ground. Her arms had gone limp by her sides when her body had relaxed from her orgasm, long before the seviper made his own release in her cunt and ass, her shoulder-length hair brushing against his tail from how far she had bent backwards. Their coupling had left her exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied.
Nilakanta eased her into her sleeping pallet on her side before unwinding himself from her torso, and then laid beside the dancer for a contented moment.
Arren stared back at him, satisfaction in her eyes and a small smile touching her lips. “Well, that wasn’t so hard was it?”
The serpent burred in amusement and made himself comfortable, moving himself back over her side and along her back to rest his head beside hers. He kept his lower coils cradled between her thighs, his hemipenes still buried in their respective holes, and twined his tail with her leg. It made the leg straighten out, and she moaned as the action shifted his cocks and made them scrape against all the right places.
The dancer looked back and saw the pleased look in his eyes. “You sly snake.” Weakly, she smacked one of his coils when he hissed his amusement and covered them both with a blanket. She closed her eyes and shifted closer to him, sighing in satisfaction before remarking, “Save some of that for round two later, ‘kay?”
Nilakanta didn’t wait for later, and their dance began again.
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