Chapter 119: Mating With The Snake 2
18+ Warning: Graphic sexual content, aphrodisiac influence, dubious consent, biting, and blood.
Swanly barely had time to breathe before he moved between her trembling thighs again.
His silver eyes dropped to the soft skin high on her inner thigh.
Some buried mating instinct took control.
He lifted her leg and sank his fangs into the flesh.
Swanly cried out.
Pale silver lines spread from the bite, curling into the shape of a small white snake.
Soren’s mating mark.
The bond sealed between them.
Then he gripped her again.
One strong arm hauled her up onto her knees on the wet stone. The other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down until her cheek rested against the cool silver surface.
Her ass was raised. Her tail was pushed to the side. Both of his cocks dragged against the backs of her thighs, thick and hot and leaking.
Swanly moaned, already pushing back toward him.
"Please—put them in—I need—"
Soren’s hand closed around the back of her neck, pinning her in place. The dual heads of his cocks nudged against her entrance.
The upper one pressed against her soaked folds. The lower one slid lower, rubbing over the tight furl of her ass. He didn’t force either one yet. He just held her there, breathing hard, letting her feel how thick they both were, how much they were going to stretch her.
Then he pushed.
The upper cock sank into her cunt in one long, relentless thrust. Swanly’s mouth opened on a silent scream. He was thicker than anything she’d taken before, the ridges along the underside dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding deep, letting her adjust.
Then the second cock pressed against her ass.
Swanly’s eyes flew open.
"Soren—wait—"
He didn’t wait.
The pollen and the broken core and the mating bond had stripped every last scrap of restraint from him. He pushed forward.
The thick, slick head of his second cock forced past the tight ring of muscle. Swanly cried out, the sound half pain, half pure overwhelming pleasure.
He sank deeper, inch by inch, until both cocks were buried inside her—one stretching her cunt, the other filling her ass completely.
For a moment neither of them moved.
Swanly’s entire body trembled. She had never felt so full. So claimed. The dual stretch burned and throbbed and sent sparks of white-hot pleasure up her spine.
Soren’s hand stayed locked around the back of her neck, holding her down. His other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
Then he started to fuck her.
Deep, powerful thrusts that drove both cocks into her at the same time. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the glowing walls.
Every time he bottomed out, the dual pressure hit places inside her that made her vision blur. Swanly clawed at the stone. Her tail lashed. Moans poured out of her in a constant, broken stream.
"Harder—please—Soren—don’t stop—"
He growled and gave her harder.
His hips snapped forward. Both cocks plunged deep. The hand on her neck tightened, not enough to choke, but enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her.
The dual rhythm was relentless. Every thrust dragged over her clit. Every withdrawal left her aching and empty for the fraction of a second before he filled her again.
Swanly came a second time with a scream.
Her cunt clenched hard around the cock inside her. Her ass tightened around the second. Soren snarled and fucked her through it, never slowing, never giving her a chance to come down.
The pollen in the air thickened. Golden dust stuck to their sweat-slick skin. The flowers around them pulsed brighter with every wet, filthy sound of their joining.
He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in.
Swanly sobbed.
"Again—please—use me—"
Soren’s free hand slid under her body and found her clit. He rubbed tight, relentless circles while both cocks pounded into her. The dual stimulation was too much. Swanly’s third orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her whole body locked up. Her vision went white. She screamed his name so loud her throat burned.
Soren’s rhythm finally stuttered.
He buried both cocks as deep as they would go and came with a low, guttural snarl. Hot pulses of seed flooded her cunt and her ass at the same time, thick and copious, overflowing around the tight stretch of his cocks. He kept grinding into her through it, milking every last drop into her body, until his hips finally stilled.
For a long moment the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the soft drip of water.
Soren’s hand slowly loosened on her neck. He leaned over her, still buried deep, and pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades. His long white hair spilled over her back.
Black blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, but the worst of the pain in his core had eased. The dual release, the bond, the pollen—something had shifted. The cracks inside him no longer felt like they were about to split open. They slowly sealed up.
Swanly’s body was limp and trembling beneath him. She was still clenching weakly around both of his cocks, aftershocks rolling through her in soft waves.
When he finally pulled out, slow and careful, a thick mix of their combined fluids spilled down her thighs and into the glowing water.
He gathered her into his arms and sank back into the pool, holding her against his chest. Swanly’s head lolled against his shoulder. Her white ears twitched once. Her tail floated limply in the water.
Soren pressed his mouth to her temple.
The flowers around them slowly began to close.
Only when the pollen haze began to thin did the weight of what they had done start pressing through the pleasure.
The worst of the pollen haze faded, leaving only the deep, bone-deep satisfaction of a mating bond fully answered—and the quiet knowledge that, for the first time in a long time, his core was no longer screaming.
He held her tighter.
And for once, he did not let go.