It was nearly nightfall when Soryn came to the village.
I had been a wreck all day, my stomach a tangled knot of nerves that no amount of deep breathing could unravel. Every shadow made me jump. Every distant sound made my heart stutter. Ravin and Leon had sensed my anxiety and refused to leave my side, keeping me busy with small tasks; helping me organize my herbs, preparing a meal I could not taste, walking with me through the village until my legs ached. Anything to keep my mind from wandering to what awaited me after sunset.
But now the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and bloody reds, and the time had come.
"I am here, as promised."
The voice rolled through the evening air like distant thunder, resonating in my chest, vibrating through my bones. I turned, and there he was, emerging from the tree line with fluid, predatory grace. Snake or not; and my mind still screamed that he was very much a snake; he was devastatingly attractive. His emerald hair caught the last rays of sunlight, his pale skin seemed to glow against the darkening forest, and his emerald eyes; those vertical, unblinking predator’s eyes; fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
Ravin and Leon stepped forward as one, their bodies tense, their hands fisting at their sides. They looked at Soryn like they wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb, to scatter his serpentine body across the village square and be done with this threat to their bond. The air between the three males crackled with violent potential, heavy with unspoken threats.
But they stepped aside. Because they had promised. Because they loved me. Because they knew this was the only way.
Soryn walked past them without a glance, his focus entirely on me, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. I noticed immediately that he was fully in his human form today; two legs, no scales visible, his chest bare and sculpted, abs rippling in pronounced relief. Around his hips hung something that caught my eye; a beautiful pattern that looked like silk, shimmering with an iridescent sheen, wrapped and tucked to preserve his modesty. It cut off at his knees, revealing strong calves and bare feet. Was that his shed skin, I wondered, transformed into clothing? The thought sent a strange thrill through me. At least this way, dressed in human garb however exotic, he was less terrifying than when he towered over us as a fifty foot serpent.
When he walked into our den, both my mates followed, staying intact, not leaving my side. They positioned themselves slightly before me, their body language screaming possession and protection, looking at Soryn like he was an intruder that needed to be dealt with.
Soryn’s gaze swept the small space, cataloging the sleeping furs, the personal items, the evidence of the life I had built with my lion mates. His smile widened, showing teeth that were slightly too sharp.
"Charming," he drawled, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Cozy. I do hope you have room for one more."
"Get to the point," Ravin growled, his patience clearly fraying.
Soryn’s eyes snapped to him, and for a moment, something cold and deadly flickered in those emerald depths. Then he laughed; a low, rumbling sound that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.
"Very well," he said, spreading his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "I am here to seal our bonding. I am generous enough to accept that you two came first. I will share her favors, her time, her affection." He paused, his tongue flickering out to taste the air, and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to a silken purr that somehow managed to be both seductive and terrifying. "But when it comes to the bedroom, I rather not share my intimate moments with her. Call me old fashioned, but I am not like other beast men who are okay being with their mate while other bonded mates join in."
He gave a smirk then, lazy and arrogant, but his eyes; his eyes were hard as flint, daring them to challenge him, promising violence if they refused.
I pressed my hands to both my mates’ chests, feeling their hearts hammering beneath my palms. "Please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Wait outside. I will be okay."
No, I won’t be okay, my mind shrieked. Oh my god. I am about to have sex with a snake. Can I really go through with this?
Ravin and Leon looked at me, their expressions torn between protective fury and helpless love. Their body language screamed that they did not want to leave, that every instinct demanded they stay and guard what was theirs. But I urged them again, my eyes pleading, and finally, reluctantly, they stepped back.
"We will be right outside," Leon said quietly, his dark eyes burning into mine. "If you need us. If he hurts you. If you change your mind..."
"I know," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes at his devotion.
"Scream," Ravin added, his gaze shifting to Soryn with murderous intent. "Scream loud enough, and we will be through that door before he can blink."
Soryn chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "How touching. But unnecessary, I assure you. I have no intention of harming what is now... mine."
The word hung in the air, possessive and absolute.
My mates stepped out, the door closing behind them with a heavy finality that made my stomach drop. I heard them settle on either side of the entrance, their presence a comforting wall of protection just feet away.
And then I was alone with Soryn.
He turned to face me fully, and the playful arrogance dropped away, revealing something far more dangerous. His eyes roamed over my body with unabashed hunger, dark and consuming, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Finally," he murmured, taking a step toward me. "Alone with my mate. Tell me, Krys... are you afraid?"
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Yes," I admitted, the word barely audible.
"Good," he purred, closing the distance between us. "Fear makes the heart beat faster. The blood run hotter." He reached out, his cool fingers tracing my jawline with terrifying gentleness. "And I intend to make you feel very, very hot indeed."
His cool hand reached out to touch me, gliding from my cheek down to my chin, then my neck, his fingers leaving trails of gooseflesh in their wake. When his hand drifted lower to cup my breast through my thin makeshift gown, my breath hitched, my body responding traitorously to his touch despite the fear still fluttering in my chest.
He pulled me into his arms with sudden, decisive strength, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was neither gentle nor rough, but something in between; demanding, exploratory, his forked tongue pushing past my lips to taste me in ways no human tongue could. The sensation was alien, overwhelming, two points of wet heat stroking against my own tongue in a rhythm that made my knees weak.
I allowed him to lead me, my hand in his, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of our sleeping furs. He lowered me down with surprising care, arranging me on the soft pelts like an offering, then positioned himself between my thighs. His silk wrap fell away, sliding to the floor with a whisper, and I looked down.
And nearly went into shock.
"Wait!" I shrieked, scrambling back on the furs.
"What is it?" Soryn asked, confusion clouding his handsome features.
"Why—why is there two..." I asked, blinking and unblinking, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me. There was no way. No possible way.
"Two what?"
"You have two—two cocks." My eyes were impossibly wide, fixed on the twin pillars of flesh jutting from his groin; both thick, both veined, both weeping with arousal, positioned one above the other in a way that seemed unreal. True snakes have two penises, I remembered reading that somewhere in school, but in his human form too?
Soryn looked down, then back at my face with the proudest, most arrogant smirk I had ever seen. "Ah... yes," he purred, his hand wrapping around the upper shaft to stroke it slowly, almost casually. "I heard two is better than one."
I highly doubted that, I thought, my mind reeling. They looked big already, and there were two of them. Now that was diabolical. It would be like getting double penetrated by two people, like in those videos I used to watch back in my world during lonely nights. Although I would be lying if I said I never wondered what it would feel like, having two fill me at once. I blamed Hyunwoo. That bastard had made me so sexually frustrated that I could not help but think about things like that, fantasies I never thought would become reality.
Soryn moved forward again, trying to position himself at my entrance, and a frustrated sigh escaped me. Were all beast men here completely innocent when it came to making love? Or was I simply too modern for them, too experienced, too knowledgeable about what a woman’s body actually needed?
"You’re not trying to put them in before even prepping me, right?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Is that... not how it is done?" He looked thoroughly confused now, his proud confidence faltering.
The fact that he was a snake was no longer weighing heavily in my mind. Him being this innocent, this eager to learn, was almost... cute. I was still terrified of seeing two penises on one man, of what they would do to my body, but what other woman from my world could say they had experienced this? Might as well take the opportunity. At least he was beautiful. At least he was trying.
"Let me show you how I like to be touched," I told him, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.
I grabbed his strong hand and placed it on my breast, pressing his palm against the softness. "I like to be groped here. You can taste it, too. My nipple." I pulled down the neckline of my gown, baring myself to his hungry gaze. "You can suck it. It makes me very arouse."
Like an eager pupil, Soryn did not hesitate. He lowered his head and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, and I gasped at the sensation; his tongue was so different, the forked ends wrapping around the sensitive peak, stroking it from both sides simultaneously. It felt like my nipple was being caressed by two tongues at once, the pleasure doubled, intensified, sending electric sparks shooting straight to my core.
"Yes..." I moaned, my hand fisting in his emerald hair. "Just like that."
I grabbed his free hand and led it lower, down my belly to the junction of my thighs. I pressed his fingers against my clit, showing him the rhythm I liked. "This is where I come apart," I breathed, my hips bucking against his touch. "If you rub here, it will make me wet. Prepare me for your twin cocks. And here..."
I pushed his finger lower, pressing it against my entrance. I breathed slowly as his finger invaded my tight channel, the stretch delicious even with just one digit. "This is where you go in. If you play with me here, stretching me a bit, I could take you easier. Both of you."
"Wow..." Soryn groaned against my breast, his finger working inside me with increasing confidence. "You are so tight and warm inside. I feel like my finger is melting."
I closed my eyes and let him explore, let him learn my body. He was an brilliant student. he learned fast, his natural intuition guiding him. The way I moaned told him I liked it; when I pushed away, he adjusted. He added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me, curling them to find that spot that made me see stars.
I came apart under his hands, my back arching off the furs, my cry echoing through the den as I convulsed around his fingers, my orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave. He watched me with fascination, with hunger, his emerald eyes darkening to near black with desire.
When I felt the thickness of his cock at my entrance, I tensed, remembering the impossible girth of both of them. But he paused, the head of just one pressing against my slick folds.
He pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch, and I gasped at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of just one of him inside me. It was thick, filling me completely, but only one.
"You did not put the other one in?" I asked him, my voice strained.
"No..." he grunted, his jaw tight with restraint, his hips stilling to let me adjust. "I want you used to this one first before I put the other in. I do not want to hurt you, Krys. I want you to feel good. To want this. To want me."
I felt unexpectedly moved, tears pricking my eyes at his consideration. Most men would not have cared, would have taken their pleasure regardless of pain. But he thought of me, even now, even with his body trembling with need above me.
"Wow..." Soryn groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine, his breath ragged. "You feel so good. It feels heavenly inside you. Like you were made to take me."
I really thought my aversion to him would stop me from feeling anything, that my fear of snakes would poison the pleasure. But he was so gentle despite his nature, so attentive, that I practically melted into the furs, my body softening, opening, welcoming.
Then he shifted his angle and pushed in the second one.
The fullness was immediate, overwhelming, a stretch that bordered on pain but tipped over into exquisite pleasure. I cried out, my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. The push, the sting, but with his gentle kisses raining down on my face and his upper cock hitting that spot I loved while his lower cock filled me completely, I was able to relax into it, to accept him, both of him.
And by god, it was a different experience entirely.
He began to move, slow, experimental thrusts at first, then gaining confidence as my moans urged him on. Both cocks moved inside me in tandem, filling every space, touching every sensitive place, rubbing against each other inside my stretched walls. It was too much and not enough, overwhelming and perfect, and I lost my train of thought entirely, my mind blanking to everything but the sensation of him, the stretch, the fullness, the impossible pleasure of being filled completely by both of him at once.
He kept at it, finding a rhythm that made me purr in delight, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. I gripped him for support, my body trembling, sweating, soaring higher and higher until I shattered with a scream that surely carried to my mates waiting outside. I came again, harder than before, my body clamping down on both of him, squeezing, milking him.
Soryn followed with a roar, burying himself to the hilt, both cocks pulsing inside me as he released, hot and endless, filling me with his seed, marking me, claiming me as his in the most primitive way possible.
We collapsed together, tangled in the furs, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. I lay there, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling of the den, and realized with dazed shock: I really did it. I really had sex with someone I had not fully accepted yet. With a snake I was terrified of. And I had enjoyed it.
If sex with him is this good, I was in so much trouble.