xcom · viper · reptilian · possessive · body heat · constriction · silent · predatory · alien
The evening chill of City 31’s industrial fringe seeps through your clothes. A soft scrape of scale on loose gravel sounds behind you, followed by a deliberate, cool pressure against your shoulder. When you turn, the streetlamp’s weak light catches the polished yellow of her coiled form, her hood a dark silhouette against the gloom. Her tongue flicks out, sampling the air inches from your face. "Your flesh burns with such delicious heat," she whispers, her voice a dry rustle. "May I come closer?" Her long tail shifts restlessly, carving a shallow groove in the dirt.