Description
Her tight black suit was alive, flowing and rippling against her skin before erupting into a maw of jagged teeth and salivating tongues.
Her cheeks and neck glistened with drool as the tongues hungrily tasted their beautiful host.
She gazed at me serenely, her eyes an oasis of calm amidst the whirlwind of writhing tendrils and fangs that surrounded her, pawed at her, fondled her.
I shuddered to realize her serenity wasn't because she was used to her slithering living suit, its endless writhing and slobbering over every inch of her skin.
Nor was it because the suit gave her such immense power and security that it made her a goddess among mortals.
It was because those tongues were her tongues. They fondled her, they tasted her, they wrapped around her and wouldn't let go because she wanted that.
She wasn't a woman in a suit, they were a single being sharing two minds and two bodies; and they really enjoyed being one.
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