The day felt like months, maybe even a year in Nilian's head. Spending his days answering emails, looking through staff scheduling, settling finances, buying new stock according to the notes left by his team, and of course doing his best to ignore the nagging feeling in his mind that he had perhaps overstepped a boundary the previous day. With alien coworkers, anything like a lack of hygiene would not just be rude but perhaps even dangerous, judging by the nurse's reaction.

'How do you hide a smell from a species specifically made for smelling, or rather, tasting the air and all its contents?' Nilian pondered while slowly drifting into that lulling melody in his head he always hummed to while working away at mindless tasks.

In some ways, it bothered him that this was most of his job. He went to this place to help life become good again. Not just for himself and everyone now on earth, but for the future, for the ones that would come after and either found destruction and ruin brought on by hate and inability to forgive; or something they can build on, something they could benefit from and learn in a way that allowed them to flourish.

He wanted to be part of it, directly, helping those who needed it. In Xcom, that was his life, one in which there were daily patients that only he could help. Now though? Now he was signing forms, managing finances, everything so removed from anything that resembled what he imagined being a doctor would be.

His rationale fought against this notion, reminding him that he was helping hundreds, no, thousands of people, all at once and so much more efficiently and better than anything he had previously seen as possible. His managing of every one of his employees allowed them to learn to help people, and was that not what he wanted?

At around late afternoon, a knock on his door made him look up from his computer, also straightening his crooked back. He quickly cleared his throat and said, "Come in."

His eyes widened as he spotted the very familiar shape of Amira. Her long, clawed fingers around the handle, as her long tail dragged behind. She pulled her broad hood tightly against her head while her piercing green eyes that demanded to be looked into drew his focus. her muscular frame visible through an opened grey jacket, beneath which a silvery blouse with a city 31 police department showed the top of her whitish, light grey neck where the scales become so small and smooth that from afar it would look like skin. Visibly, she smiled, pulling up her lips at the edges, exposing the red gums.

"Hi there," she said, her voice sounding… relieved? " Finally," she sighed and closed the door before the completely frozen-in-observation man could even think about protesting. "The lady said the third floor, room 307, but there are four rooms named that." Of course, she was right, the rooms were labeled with letters alongside numbers, Nilian's being the C307.

"Amira?" The doctor finally managed to produce as the viper nonchalantly began looking around his office. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Where the first questions that he blurted out, though there were so many more still writhing to surface.

She was currently in the process of inspecting a photograph he had hanging on his wall, one showing a young man in a white lab coat, rough, long, and unkempt brown hair, and an excited smile on his bearded cheeks. One arm around him was an older gentleman, a man with a bald patch on his hat and, despite his muscular frame, he was shorter than the young man, having to reach up. He wore glasses on a wrinkled face and crooked nose, but his smile fell into lines that showed he had done it often.

She looked up upon hearing Nilian's confused tone, as he rose from his chair. Her expression joined his confusion, though for a different reason.

"Huh? I wanted to come to get you when you are done working, it's close to 8," she explained, pointing at the clock. Nilian looked and found she was right, it was almost time for his day to be over, he just hadn't noticed. "And I just asked the lady that I needed to see you. She just let me in," she shrugged.

His expression shifted from one of confusion to something between bewilderment at the viper's brashness allowing her to apparently just walk into buildings without being questioned and a strange sense of wonder at her seeming affection toward him.

"Kelly just let you walk in?"

"Yeah," she replied as if it was weird of him to ask.

Nilian considered for a moment that the shirt she wore may have given off the idea that she was here as an officer, an anti-terrorist one at that. 'Oh god.'

"Figured it was only fair if I saw your workplace since we met at mine. It's a pretty nice office, just a little cramped for my taste," she said upon finding her tail almost knocking over a rather unstable lamp.

"Is that your uniform or what?" He asked, still considering what rumors might spread.

"No, it's just a shirt they gave us to wear, it was the only clothing I had for a long while. It's quite comfortable, I just wear it so I don't rub my scales on rougher fabric," she explained as she set the framed photograph down.

"So what do you do all day? I figured you'd be walking around talking to patients, maybe some surgery or something," Amira asked, slithering over to his desk.

Nilian followed her with his head as she came around to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, she starts massaging his sore joint, pushing him back down onto his chair again.

"Aren't you tensed up," she commented and positioned herself behind his seat, now using both her four-fingered hands to ease out the rough tension in his back and neck.

Nilian wanted to protest, thinking that he still needed to do his work, that she shouldn't have just randomly come to visit, but her strong, slender digits dug into his muscles and relaxed them while she moved her palms in a circular pattern. She melted into the leather of his backrest and the viper's scaled hands.

She craned her neck over his shoulder and nuzzles the top of her snout against his cheek, flicking her tongue out momentarily. He returned the gesture by leaning his head against her hood and reaching for one of her hands with his. He placed it atop the back of her palm and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her smooth, glassy, scaled fingers digging into his back and wringing out the previous night's tension. When she squeezed on the part where she had bitten him, he winced a little and she paused.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, her tone concerned but confident that he wasn't injured.

"Not much," he replied, enjoying the firm massage the tender spot received. "You know, it does seem a little strange that I let you poison me in hindsight."

"You enjoyed it, though," he could hear the smug expression she surely wore.

He was about to retort, or more likely, stammer out some manner of denial. But any reply was snuffed before it manifested into thought by the sudden feeling of the viper pressing her snout into the small of his neck. She snaked her tongue forth and tasted a part of his neck, which immediately sent the doctor's brain aflame.

He didn't even realize how quickly Amira had slithered her tail behind and next to his chair, now crawling her tail up his leg, nor how her arms came to envelop him from behind until it was too late. Before he knew it, the viper let herself sink around his torso, hugging him from behind with her head resting on his shoulders. Her tail began to wrap around his upper thigh, then circled around to encapture his torso and left arm, slowly and gradually.

"I've… missed this…" Amira hissed softly, her eyes closed as she just enjoyed the warmth she now sapped from her human.

"It's barely been a day," Nilian managed to squeak out, though even he didn't want to speak out against it. "But I've missed you, too," he reached out with his free right hand and found the alien's cheeks. He turned to face her and found his mind instantly enraptured by the green jade crystal-like eyes staring back at him.

"You're so sweet," she crooned and leaned forward. He didn't consider it any more than instinct, meeting her lips with his own. Maybe it would just be a lover's peck, just a kiss to tide them over until he was done with work and…

As soon as their mouths met, Amira reached forth with her long, four-fingered hands, grabbing each side of Nilian's head and forcing him to follow her as she rose higher above him. She softly gnawed at his comparatively soft lips, letting her longer jaw mess around the sides of his to find any ways they could fit together while she prepared for the main event.

Once she was high enough above him, making sure that he had given her control over his body already, she began prodding his mouth with her tongue. Softly and tentatively at first, unlike the bashfulness she had shown previously, she made sure that if Nilian didn't want to engage her advance he had every chance to stop.

But of course, he didn't. He melted in her scaled, clawed fingers slightly digging into his skin, letting the massive body of his lover encompass his entire being as she coiled herself around him more and more. And finally, his tongue greeted hers. Although it wasn`t much of a contest between the two organs, Amira certainly took it as a challenge. With a devilish grin on her features, she finally pushed him back down into his seat entirely while letting her tongue explore further into his mouth. Her hands wandered from his face to his chest, where she grasped through the fabric to get the feeling of her fingernails onto his body. While she didn't go all the way and simply ripped through his clothing, it certainly rekindled his memories of how wild his senses went in response.

She began pushing her long torso against his, grinding her upper tail against his stomach and groin. Her tail held his left hand securely to the handrest while she grabbed the other and started guiding it along her blouse, lower and lower.

Nilian felt hard muscle beneath the thin fabric of her clothing, his fingers grazing along her smooth, glassy scales. When she slipped his hand past the point of her jacket, however, he knew what she wanted from him. He explored further down, feeling the texture of her scales becoming more and more minuscule and able to glide without friction along the armor-like hide of the viper.

Just as the tip of his fingers felt the heat and moister of the small vent in that armor did Amira make her move. She struck forward, pressing her snout against his face, withdrawing her tongue for just a moment before engaging in another, impossibly-deep viper kiss. The obscene act left Nilian with an open mouth, not even able to think about the next moments in which she sloppily kissed and nursed on his lips before pushing her tongue back into his body.

Still, the doctor seemed to have learned at least some lessons, in that he knew he was doing right judging by the viper's increased passion. He decided to take her up on the offer she was clearly giving him and took some charge.

With all his might – Let`s be honest, Amira is doing most of the lifting – he pushed his body forward, pressing her back against his desk for support. With the confidence instilled in him from the alien's tongue tempting to sneak into his throat, he reached for where he knew the viper's weak spot was.

She tensed up, her entire body constricting for just a moment, showing that every part of her was filled with muscles capable of crushing bone but holding back just enough. Her pelvis was less concerned with restraint, as she bent herself in ways to squirm under the sudden intrusion of two human fingers in her snatch. She hissed, though it was stifled by their mouths interlocked in a messy exchange, as his thumb found the top of her clitoral hood and softly coaxed the little ball of nerves into the open.

She retreated her tongue from his mouth and, after a moment of letting the human catch his breath, said, "I guess you did miss me."

She made a show of looking down at his own groin, where there was an obvious tent standing in his pants. Then again, it was still more modest than his fingers inside her vagina. Fluid had begun to drip down his fingers while the walls around her entrance squeezed and clenched on the familiar visitors. She quickly remedied this by popping the buttons holding his pants up and swiftly pulling them down to his knees.

His face flushed with red heat, he felt sweat begin to form on his palms and forehead, while the blood meant to alleviate his anxiety-induced lightheadedness instead traveled to the now bulging outline of his manhood.

The serpentine woman easily slithered between him and the desk, gently pushing him away. With nowhere else to go, and his legs feeling weak from the anticipation of what would happen next, Nilian could only sink deeper into the backrest of his seat. To think this cursed piece of furniture that bound him to endless mountains of paperwork was now the most comfortable spot in the world as Amira lowered her head. Slitted emerald eyes staring right into his, never breaking eye contact as soon she was looking up at him.

Her tail moved together with the woman, serving as a cushion for her to sit on. She made the section below his desk into her newest home, no different than a snake in the wild would do to a comfortable crack in the stone. A sudden realization washed over him as his mind wondered how much of her was left visible, especially if someone were to enter the room.

"The do-oooooh," he croaked, the reminder to lock the door vanished with her tongue giving a taste of what was to come by moving right over the tent in his underwear.

"How do you get anything done here when your body is this tense?" she asked with fake innocence in her voice.

"It's hard."

"That I can see," she said while nuzzling his erection with her snout. Her warm breath caressed his skin as she teasingly blew soft gusts against that mast begging to be released.

Nilian knew he should feel embarrassed, and anxious about doing this at his workplace, but he couldn't do more than look her at and feel how excited his body was to be with her again. Not just the fact her anatomy allowed for some incredible pleasure, but because she herself enjoyed toying with him, experimenting as much as he was in ways to induce new reactions in the other.

Yet the man couldn't stop thinking about the door being left unlocked, just begging for anyone to enter. If they were going to do something like this at his office, they should be quick about it. Meanwhile, Amira seemed to be more than happy to take her time, still not fully undressing him. Her fingers were tracing invisible patterns that sent shivers of anticipation up to his spine. So painfully close to touching him directly, but never crossing that border. His arousal was pooling at the tip, soaking through the fabric, and all she did was place a small kiss directly on that spot.

It was too much for him. His hands were restless, and with the overwhelming feeling he grasped at her hood to hold onto her. He expected Amira to be annoyed by such a forward action, but after the momentary shock in her eyes, it turned into a seductive stare with her eyelids half-closed.

Before the human could apologize, she reached for the band of his underwear and pulled it down. At last, his shaft popped free, dangling freely in the air. While a part of him would have let go of her hood's edges, another remembered her mentioning the sensitivity of the scales there. Judging by the sultry gaze and now the slow approach of her tongue toward the base of his cock, he had accidentally done the desired action for his alien lover. It couldn't be a coincidence. She was a force of nature sometimes, but even he could see this was what she craved.

Her tongue wrapped around the base of his shaft like a ring, giving it a small stroke. While just about anybody else would do that with their fingers, Amira had to go the extra mile and show off her incredibly flexible tongue. She began to move it more confidently now, still tightly wrapped until it reached just below the head of his cock. At that point, it would move down and repeat this progress. Effectively stroking him with just her tongue, while her hands held onto his thighs and continued to massage them.

The chair never felt so comfortable as he fully relaxed into it, with his legs fully straightened out and over her tail. His fingers periodically dug into the thin scales of her hood, garnering a reaction from the viper each time, a heated hiss or sudden tightening of the ring her tongue formed. Her tail had also wrapped around the base of his ankle, playfully wiggling the tip around as she settled into a medium pace.

From her slightly parted maw came drips of saliva, which she let drop onto his hardened mast, allowing her slick tongue to move entirely without friction, coating his entire shaft in a thin layer of spit. Soon, she extended more of her seemingly endless tongue, engulfing his meat even more until he was trapped in a warm, wet, and pulsating blanket of flesh. It ungulated as she tightened the constriction while pumping up and down ever faster.

At first, she held focus with his eyes, enjoying the look of barely contained pleasure overtaking his composure as she stroked his shaft enough to wring precum from his tip. But she soon shifted her gaze to pay close attention to how he was beginning to pulse and throb in the flexible, hot organ.

Sloppily changing the angle, moving certain parts of the lengthy, tentacle-like snake tongue while squeezing harder with the others, Amira eventually lowered her thin, scaled lips over his glans. She began sucking on the tip of his cock while pumping his shaft to draw out beads of salty ejaculate, which she combined with her spit for a sticky mixture, now flowing down his length. Luckily for the human, the last ring of the viper's tongue made sure that it wouldn't leak onto his pants.

Slowly she lowered her maw on his member, devilishly smirking the entire way. Her soft, plush gums greedily gnawed at every new part of his manhood, massaging him with bulbous flesh that felt almost identical to her alien vagina. Her tongue moved to stay ahead of her lips, as it moved lower and lower. Soon she had swallowed his entire cock, while her prehensible tongue started to play with his balls. She seemed somewhat happy to find that they were no longer drained from their previous encounter.

She took over the fast pace her tongue had established with the inside of her mouth and the beginning of her long, tight throat. Without the hindrance of a gag reflex or limitations of having only one airway, she took him as deep as his length would allow, pushing her snout into his groin, taking a deep breath of his scent through the nose. It excited her, driving her to begin swallowing rhythmically and in tandem with the bobbing of her head.

Nilian still had her hood pinched in his fingers, periodically pulling at her, increasing the feverish manner in which his manhood was getting milked. Soon, however, he felt himself tensing from the relentless assault, his senses being overwhelmed by the soft velvet flesh he was being inserted and removed from the moist cavern of the viper's jaws.

He simply couldn't help himself but give periodic thrusts of his hips into her at the same time as he pulled her head down onto his crotch. She gave a satisfied crooning noise from between the wet slurping and kissing sounds, showing she enjoyed how much the human was already beyond any sense of composure.

She took in the leaking semen with deep, showy gulps, drinking down the small preview of what was to come. Noticing that the man's member was beginning to give her more and more of its contents, as well as pulsing in rhythm to Nilian's accelerated heart rate, Amira thought it was time to try something she had thought of in their time apart.

With a wet pop, she suddenly and without warning let his slickened saliva-covered cock escape from the seal of her lips. Nilian, whose eyes had been closed, blinked rapidly, unable to come to terms with the fact she had just cut him off so close to orgasm. But his questioning gaze was met with a sultry, devious stare, one that promised something in secret.

She opened her mouth, giving the human not only a show of the tongue she had retreated almost all the way but also the needle-thin fangs in the roof of her mouth. She parted it further, still, the edges of her maw stretching and bones slipping out of position until she gaped it far enough that an entire watermelon would easily fit inside. Amira turned her head sideways so that the top and bottom of her jaws were on either side of Nilian's hip.

Her tongue appeared once more, grabbing ahold of his erect member, positioning it, and holding him still, while she moved her head forward.

While the doctor was a little confused by the display at first, suddenly he realized what she was doing. While she was still in a similar position to her previous endeavor of sucking him off, she was now turned to have her jaws on either side of his waist from the front. The man realized what was happening far too late to brace for it. The tip, and very quickly after, his entire shaft entered the long, squeezing tunnel that was his alien lover's throat in a single push, grinding against soft, fleshy walls the entire way.

While he had tasted the beginning of her larynx with the tip of his cock, it was already an incomparable sense of being pulled into a constantly moving, heated glove of soft, contracting flesh. Now, however, thanks to her ingenuity in using her anatomy, she had taken his entire length into the depths of her gullet.

He almost came right then and there, unable to contain a groan of pleasure, feeling Amira taking deliberate, hissing breaths that sent ripples of vibrating pleasure through his relentlessly assaulted manhood. Her slimy tongue, meanwhile, licked the base of his cock, pumping him with the ring of muscles, milking out the very last drops he could give before the final burst.

Nilian had lost his grip, his legs hung tensed in the air, small twitches showing how close he was. His face was red and sweat ran down his body, heat spreading throughout as he watched Amira slowly withdraw him, only to push him even deeper than before. She made only small noises of sucking and swallowing, as she, fortunately, lacked any sense of a gag reflex. Nilian didn't know how deep he was inside her, exactly, but he saw the faint outline of his member in the white scales of her throat.

And, despite the overwhelming pleasure, the mind-ravaging amount of orgasmic teasing the inside of her esophagus provided, he remembered that she had enjoyed him taking charge. So, either because he was emboldened by her dedication to him, or simply because he was so close to cumming that his male mind was focused on a single thing, Nilian grabbed ahold of the viper's thick neck.

While his hands weren't large enough to fully wrap around her, it gave him some much-needed leverage for what he did next.

Her pace would have been more than sufficient for a body-shaking climax, but Nilian had this one opportunity to do more. He stood up on shaking legs, Amira noticing that he was preparing something, and paused her gulping suction, as to not accidentally make him cum before he had time to do whatever he was trying.

The doctor, with a grip on either side of her throat, began to pull his hips back, only to smash it all the way inside again. Thoroughly confident that she could take the rougher treatment, and with the encouraging yet surprised swallowing of his lover, he rutted hard and fast into the ever-clenching tunnel.

He could barely even feel his legs or hips after just a short while, but his reflexes and muscles continued the motions without his conscious input, fucking away at the impossibly pleasurable anatomy of the cobra. Her clawed fingers reached for the side of his stomach, grasping through his shirt for support, the sharp points so very close to tearing both cloth and skin.

Nilian barely registered the tongue curling around his balls, nor the pricking of her claws in his flank, for his mind was taken up by the endless, rumbling, clenching throat of his lover. He felt it start at his spine, sending a shiver through his entire nervous system before it all traveled to his groin.

It built fast and quickly, rushing into his limbs to make him tense and pull his hips as close as they would go, pushing his cock so deep that when he eventually began pumping his cum through her body, it would shoot straight down into her stomach. Still, perhaps out of reflex alone, Amira swallowed deeply, trying to gulp down every rope of white, sticky semen that shot down her gullet.

She herself pulled him close and held him there with both her hands, making sure that not only did he not make a mess on the floor, but also she savored the taste and feel of the man continuing to fuck the last, spurting bouts of cum down her constantly gulping throat. Her tongue squeezed his scrotum in tandem with the spurts of sperm traveling up and into her, making sure that if they had anything left to give, they would need a few hours to recuperate.

Almost a minute passed in which the doctor reflexively thrust into her, releasing the very last drops of his seed, every ounce of which Amira diligently drank, until he was eventually completely limp again. Only then did he slowly make the movements to withdraw. And even when his body couldn't possibly be able to climax again, a part of him just wanted to stay inside her and wait until he could fill her gullet again.

Not a single drop of cum was left when he withdrew, only enough saliva to drown a man. When he was free of her jaws, Amira pulled her head back and, with a satisfying clicking noise, put her bones back into place. A smile quickly formed on the viper's visage, watching as, once she let his body go, Nilian fell backward into his chair.

His chest rose and sunk like a balloon being inflated and popped all over again, his face a mess of sweat and embarrassment. But her expression was one not just of lust, but of…love.

While it was far from the most romantic setting, the man sprawled out in his own office chair, dick out, sweaty, and out of breath. But it was still there, the way she looked at him, seeing something in her human that she had already decided she would not let go of.

She was just about to approach him from the side, presumably to tease him a little more, only for her head to suddenly shoot toward the door. Nilian recognized the expression of alertness and soon after heard the clanking footsteps of high heels approaching. Panicked, he scrambled to fix his trousers, followed by whipping the sweat from his forehead, before hurriedly rolling his chair back to his desk.

He put his elbows on the desk, trying to act natural, as someone rang their knuckles on the door.

"Come in," he said after clearing his voice.

Kelly, her blonde hair hanging free today, came in with the door, already speaking. "Doctor, what happened with the…"

She stopped as soon as her eyes fell upon the viper in the room, innocently sitting on her coils at the front of the desk

"I see you're still busy, I suppose this is pretty self-explanatory." She gave another look toward Amira, though Nilian had a hard time deciphering what it meant, before dropping a stack of documents on his desk and promptly slipping back out.

Once she was clear, Amira raised a scaled brow. "Something wrong? She smelled nervous."

Nilian took a deep sigh of relief, before theorizing, "She probably thinks I'm under investigation or something."

Amira chuckled, "Oh, I am arresting you. Just not as an officer, but as your girlfriend. Come on, you heard her, those papers mustn't be important."

Nilian glanced at the top page and found it was only financial reports. It seemed that poor Kelly thought he was in some trouble and brought him documents the police might request. While he skimmed through the papers, lifting only the edges with his fingers, he found nothing that needed to be taken care of that day.

"Aren't you supposed to read me my Miranda rights?" Nilian asked playfully as he grabbed his coat and turned off his computer.

"Hmm, let's see. You have the right to hold my hand, any time spent away can and will be used against you," she started as she weaved her long digits into his. "You have the right to kiss the viper, whenever you'd like. And the last? I must have forgotten, remind me later and I am sure I will think of it," she teased.

Nilian considered for a moment that walking out with the viper's hand held might get some questions raised, but then he considered the alternative of walking out with her in any way. Poor Kelly might think he was getting arrested, so this was the better alternative all things considered.

With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and revealed, of course, the viper nurse he had encountered at the start of his day. She was larger than the cobra at his side, an older viper with the signature yellow, orange coloration and piercing ruby eyes. She made a second's worth of eye contact with Nilian, who immediately looked at the floor instead.

The viper, however, observed with quiet understanding as Amira slithered inside the metal box close to the human she was attached to.

While the doctor did his very best to become one with the building around him, he was painfully aware of the tongue of the nurse that slipped out for just a second, simply to confirm what she must already know.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors finally parted on the ground floor. Amira left first, to give the woman behind her room to move, while the nurse was riding the elevator to the subdeck. However, just as Nilian stepped out of the box and the doors slid closed behind him, he heard the faintest whisper.

"So lover, then."

It made the hairs on his neck tingle, but he didn't turn around in hopes that it was just his imagination.

Kelly was closing down the reception desk, just as Nilian and Amira passed her for the main exit. Nilian deliberately made eye contact with her, trying to give her a reassuring look, as if saying 'look, I am not being arrested.'

"Have a good night, Kel," he waved as they left.