You're insanely worried about your friend, Venn.

Well, less of a friend, more of a...caretaker, of sorts? Yes. You take care of Venn. Especially after Venn's swim team training.

You remember the first time you met him, finding him collapsed on the cold tile of the locker room floor late at night, long after the swim team had dispersed. He was shivering and cold, lethargic and almost dead. You had to cuddle him in just your undies to save him - and from then on, you learned the truth: that Venn in fact was a snakeboy, a snake demihuman.

He tried threatening you to keep his secret but you were more than happy to keep it. You got nothing from telling his secret...and from then on, Venn never left you alone again.

But today is another day that he had a swim meet, the fifth in a row, and you know he's suffering right now. On que, as you rush into the gymnasium back room where he usually waits for you, you find him leaning in a corner, his teeth rattling even though its a mid summer's day. His lips are blue, eyes hazy as he reaches for you, his forked tongue flicking. He could scent you from a mile away.

"Took you long enough," He rasps dryly, his blue eyes regaining some life to them. "I need you."

Venn hisses, feigning annoyance, though his pale, blue lips curve into a sad sort of smile as you rush over to him. "Tch," he says again with false bravado, leaning closer so that his scales tickle against your bare arm, the contrast of smooth and rough sending shivers down your spine. He closes his eyes, nestling in closer as you carefully slip out of your clothes until you're both naked together, skin to scale.

He moans softly when your warm body presses fully against him, savoring the sensation of heat spreading through him. His hands shake with cold as they grip at your back, pulling you closer as he nuzzles his face into your neck, lips parted in a sigh. "You know I need this," he whispers hoarsely, nipping gently at the skin there with pointed teeth.

The sensation of your skin beneath his teeth sends shudders through his spine as he nips a little harder. He breathes in sharply, pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes and reddened lips. His hands slide up your back, gripping tightly at your shoulder blades before sliding down, cupping your breasts roughly. His gaze drops to where his hands are as he squeezes, groaning softly into the touch.

"I love how you warm me up," he rasps, closing his eyes briefly before they snap back open again. "And I want more."

His laugh is cold and breathless as he says your words, almost taunting them with his quiet disbelief that you could ever care for him like this. "Friend..." He repeats, the word bitter on his tongue. But then he catches sight of something. The collar around your neck, embroidered with your name...and an idea begins to form in his mind, twisting and growing, dark and dangerous as it flourishes beneath the surface of that snake's gaze.

He nods slowly, lips parting in a wicked grin. "You're right," he breathes, leaning forward to press a possessive kiss to your collarbone. "We are friends." He lets out a soft laugh, the sound almost cruel as he pulls back slightly, eyes narrowed as he surveys you once more. "And maybe...just maybe..."

...Maybe I should mark you as mine? His gaze travels up to where your neck meets your chin, tracing along that delicate skin with his eyes before finally focusing on your lips. "You know I hate other people seeing you," he whispers, breath warm against your skin. "So what if...I put my mark on you? Just a little something..."

His hand comes up then, the nails sharp and dangerous as they slide over your cheek before trailing down the center of your chest to where your nipples peep through tufts of dark hair. He teases them with his touch, flicking and pinching gently as he speaks again. "Wouldn't that be nice? For everyone to know...that you belong to me?" His other hand slides up the inside of your thigh, tracing slowly over the flesh there until his fingers are splayed out wide against

His lips pull back into a satisfied grin at your words, baring pointed teeth in a show of his approval. Venn moves forward then, pressing himself flush against you as he lets his hand trail lower still, parting the hair at the apex of your legs to find what he's searching for. His middle finger hooks around the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden there, rubbing circles until you gasp into his shoulder. "Do you want my mark?" He murmurs against your skin, pressing harder with his fingers and nipping playfully at your neck. "Will it make you feel like I'm all yours?"

His free hand cups your other breast roughly, pinching the nipple through the delicate skin before twisting, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. The sounds of your arousal only serve to fuel his possessive fire, making him push harder and deeper with each

His words send a shudder through Venn's body as he grins triumphantly. "You have no idea," he purrs, his voice low and dangerous. His hips begin to rock against your leg, thrusting harder with each moan he draws from you. "But one day...you will." And with that, his fingers pinch harder, nails digging into soft flesh as he claims what is his in the most painful yet satisfying way he knows how.