Cairn's hiding and waiting in the shadows? Thanks for the warning. I'll keep a sharp lookout. That overgrown speckled garter snake won't get to me so easily.
Be careful with your words, he might take offense to being compared to such a relatively “drab” creature!
I could see him putting you to the task of polishing his coils as a way to make you appreciate them better. Starting from the tip of his tail, running your cloth over the scales and marvelling at how bright and shiny they appear, and at how the polish really brings out the deep sheen of each golden freckle.
The task really seems to go on forever, at first you could easily wrap the cloth around the thinnest part of his tail with just one hand (even if it did tend to curl distractingly around your wrist as you worked), but as the coils grow larger and girthier you are forced to spend more time on each area before moving on. More time staring into the many, many scales that have come to look like individual jewels, each with their own subtly different colour. Indeed, you’ve come to realise that his coils are not merely a dark brown, but are enriched with hues of red and green, and your polish leaves them with an iridescent effect that only adds to their complex beauty.
And as you work, the more coils pile up around you. The proof of your labour is slothfully draped around your feet, your sides, any initial attempts to remove them from your body are met with failure as they slipped freely through your hands, and sliding one from your leg would mean you would only end up with another around your waist. Time spent with this fruitless task is time wasted not worshipping- *polishing* his coils.
Yes, once you reached the end you could be done with this tedious task. You could prove that Cairn had lost his touch in his absence, and all you gained was a nice workout and a sense of accomplishment.
You try not to think of where these coils lead to. Where they attach to his body. Instead, you focus your attention back onto the thick midsection you were currently trying to tackle. You’ll kill your back trying to go at it from each side, so you decide to forgo dignity and straddle the coil to work more efficiently. You take both hands onto your cloth and rub it up and down the length, attempting to put to the back of your mind how these movements are forcing your to rump slide back and forth on the slippery scales beneath it. Up and down, you keep to your task, finding a steady rhythm. It’s quite mindless work, once you put your thoughts away, once you embrace the task you’ve been given, once you obey -
Blinking, your thoughts come back to yourself. You stare down at the rippling, swirling swathe of colour beneath yourself, the coils taking on the appearance of an oil slick peppered with glinting specks of gold. And you feel that your lucidity might be only temporary if don’t manage to tear away your gaze from-
There’s a gasp as you feel a pressure on your groin. The coil - it pushes up and between your legs and you can feel yourself melting into its embrace. No, have to focus - have to keep working - but you can’t stop your clothed hips from thrusting against it. When had you got so wet?
The worries don’t stay for long, melting away as you look down into the whirling colours of the coil below.
You have to do this for him. For Cairn.
And so you continue working your way up his body, breathing heavily with a flushed face, but you are dedicated to your task. Finally, you reach the end, and He is waiting for you.
He, and his erect twin cocks. You stare at them, licking your lips and swallowing, and He sees this.
“Not until you’ve finished your task, my love.” He tuts, gesturing to his thighs, and the golden underbelly leading to his groin. So close, but you can’t rush now. You must give every scale your undivided attention, for your attention is what he treasures most. To have your worship is the only way to repay him for such a gracious burden.
In this position, leaning over his groin to wipe at his scale-clad thighs, your mouth dangles over his enticing cocks. You see pre collecting in his openings, waiting to be tasted, waiting to receive your worship. You cannot keep a drip of saliva from falling from your open mouth, and watch it splatter and slide down his shaft. Soon.
Your task comes to an end as you rub at the last scale and see your needy face reflected back in it. You see the dark shadow of his hand reach towards you, and his hand gently holds your chin to angle your face towards him.
“You understand now, my love? That I am not to be taken so lightly. That my very appearance is something to be appreciated and admired, by creatures such as you.” He smiles kindly at you, and you smile back with great admiration that someone such as he could be so generous in assisting you.
“I think such diligence deserves a reward, my love.” He croons and releases his grip on your face. You look down at your prize, with your oil-slick fingers hesitating at the lip of his opening. “Yes, I think this should be a good start.”
