Chapter 23
She would question their good fortune later, realizing that to do so now would mean stopping something they were both too far along to end.
Nahash was so enraptured that he didn’t even notice her momentary distress, or the bottle in her hand. His eyes had closed and his head was thrown back as he undulated his lower body against her, thrusting into her with barely leashed wildness.
She popped the lid on the bottle with one hand as she said his name. He opened his eyes, revealing a gaze that was completely black from his pupils fully dilating. She shivered at his inhuman eyes, but in excitement rather than fear.
He paused in his thrusting when she held up the bottle so he could see it.
“Where did that come from?” His voice sounded husky as his dilated eyes focused on the bottle.
“Don’t know,” she shrugged, “and at the moment I don’t care. I just wanted it, and here it is. For us.” She grabbed his hand and held it up in the space between their chests. Then she squirted some of the lube on his palm. “Rub it over your other dick. I want both of them inside me.”
He stared down at the clear fluid for a moment with a frown of confusion, before understanding dawned. He looked back at her face with an expression of uncertainty. “Won’t it hurt you?”
She stroked her hand over his cheek, grinning in anticipation. “Not if we go slowly. It’s worth a try, right?” She really wanted to try.
Though she enjoyed anal sex, she’d never experienced double penetration before, having only ever been with one partner at a time, and not being comfortable enough with any of her former partners to suggest they use toys during sex.
A gleam of excitement replaced his uncertainty. His breath panted out between parted lips as he lowered his hand to coat his second shaft, adjusting Cass so he could reach under her clinging thighs. He also slid his finger over her hole, spreading the lube over it. She gasped when he pushed his finger inside her.
He immediately stopped. “Does it hurt too much?”
The initial discomfort from his penetrating her tight ring faded as her anticipation and excitement mounted. Her inner muscles clenched around his other cock, squeezing a low moan out of him.
“It’s okay. Just go slow.”
He held his body still, only using his fingers—first one, then a second one, to enter her back hole and slick it up, preparing her. His cock inside her remained a thick, hard length that teased her with each twitch as he grew more excited and eager to fill her with both of his erections.
Once she felt ready for him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, whispering for him to enter her.
Nahash didn’t hesitate. Using the hand he’d slicked her with, he position the lube-coated head of his shaft at her back entrance, then slowly entered her.
They both groaned as he worked his second length past the initial tightness, sinking deeper into her anal passage with each careful thrust. She felt stuffed to the limit as both of his large cocks filled her at once, and the effect on Nahash was electric. His entire body was tense, practically vibrating with his excitement and eagerness. Though she felt like he held himself on a very thin leash, he kept his movements slow and steady as he pulled out a bit, then thrust back inside her.
Though the two cocks moving inside her felt awkward at first, they quickly found a rhythm that threatened to drive her crazy with pleasure. It felt incredibly erotic to have him filling her completely. She wanted more of him, and called out his name in a pleading tone as he thrust, digging her nails into his scaled shoulders.
His control slipped when she writhed her hips into his thrusts. He pushed into her harder and harder, until she clenched her thighs around his strong tail, finally allowing herself a scream of ecstasy as her climax crashed upon her like a massive wave ripping her from the safety of the shore.
Her pleasure took so much out of her that she slumped against him as he tightened his embrace to hold her close to his body, pounding into her until he stiffened and hissed with his own climax.
She felt his cocks jump inside her, then the warmth of his seed as he filled both her holes until it dripped out, even with the tight fit of him inside her.
His tail coiled around her naked lower body, tucking her up against him as he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
“Casss….” He said her name as if he intended to say more, but couldn’t find the right words.
She understood completely. She felt the same way. What they’d done went beyond any experience she’d ever had, and she knew it was beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
“We should go into the house and clean up. Then, we really should figure out where the heck we are, because this place—it’s too strange to be real.”
She looked down at her empty hand where the lube had been. It had disappeared once she forgot about it. That left her with the uncomfortable realization that maybe none of this was real, including her first time with Nahash—which had been incredible.
As he slowly and reluctantly uncoiled from around her, she decided that—real or not—it wouldn’t be her last time with him. If they were going to be stuck in one of her distant memories, she was determined to make new ones—with him.
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The house looked just as she recalled it, which made her wonder even more, because she was certain that her memories of the place had been the idealistic ones of childhood. Surely, the paint on the walls had never been as fresh, and when she thought about it, the ancient refrigerator used to make a rattling sound whenever the compressor fired up.
Even as that thought occurred to her, she heard the familiar sound as the refrigerator hummed to noisy life.
She shook her head, wondering what other thoughts she had that might manifest. It was unnerving, to say the least, but it was possible she was simply dreaming, although that thought disappointed her. She didn’t want what had happened between her and Nahash to be a dream.
That meant she had to face some other uncomfortable truths as she made use of the cramped shower to wash up from their lovemaking.
She was in love with him. As crazy as it seemed for her to fall so quickly, she had. She didn’t even have the biological imperative he had as an excuse for how she felt, and that imperative added yet another reason to fear her own feelings.
Nahash didn’t love her, he needed her. That made a big difference in her mind. He depended on her for survival, as strange as that seemed to her. She wondered if he could he ever truly love her, or if he might feel some resentment towards her because of how her scent had captured him.
Always before, she’d been very cautious about growing emotionally involved in a relationship. Her mother had died when she was too young to remember her, and her father had been the one to raise her, but he’d also spent her childhood working as a high-powered corporate executive with very little time to spare for a small child.
As a result, she’d spent a lot of time with nannies, neighbors, distant relatives, and even in boarding schools. Whenever he’d swept into her life for far too brief episodes before he was off again, he’d made every moment count, as if he could make up for all the times he wasn’t there. The time spent with him—doing every fun thing a kid could think of—had been the best of her childhood. Her father had seemed like a hero to her, until she grew old enough to recognize his neglect for what it was.
She’d never been able to truly relax, even when he was with her, knowing he would always leave again. Sometimes, he would even disappear on business trips at a moment’s notice, leaving in the middle of the night while she slept on, unaware that she’d awaken to find only a nanny or neighbor watching over her. She’d come to expect that loss, though her stomach had hurt with each day she spent with him that drew her closer to her father leaving again.
Every man she’d ever dated had been heavily scrutinized and judged—and almost always deemed too risky for emotional commitment—because she’d feared they would disappear like her father, just when she’d allowed herself to love them.
She’d managed to avoid commitment and risk, until now.
She smiled ruefully at herself in the foggy mirror as she dried off, noting how tender she felt. In fact, it had been difficult to walk after the passionate sex she’d had with Nahash. The discomfort—and the intense pleasure that had preceded it—all felt so real to her. Even the muggy humidity in the air felt genuine. She wondered how it could only be a dream.
But if it was a dream, perhaps her feelings made sense. In a dream, a person could fall hard in love with someone practically overnight—even if that someone was a genetically-engineered alien snake-mutant. In the surreal landscape of a dream, that situation sounded downright pedestrian.
The only problem with that thought was that this dream wasn’t surreal, except for the situation itself. The house appeared to be a normal house. The trees weren’t melting into vending machines, then trash bins, and the sky was a bright blue with puffy white clouds, not boiling orange with winged school buses honking their horns as they passed through brick wall clouds.
The sheer normalcy of their surroundings made the situation less likely to be a dream. But if not a dream, then what could it be?
She hoped they could figure it out quickly, though she wouldn’t mind sharing the king-sized bed in the master bedroom with him at least once before they got the heck out of there. She still had so many things to show him—and so many things she wanted to do to him. Feeling him tremble under her touch, knowing he craved her the way he did, aroused her so much that she almost forgot how sore their last encounter made her when she left the bedroom and headed down the hallway into the main rooms, where she saw him in the kitchen, poking around in the cabinets.
The moment she walked in, he turned away from his investigation of the surprisingly well-stocked pantry. His gaze went immediately to hers, then trailed down her body, noting the change in outfit with a slight lift of his brows.
She gestured to herself with one hand, showing off the red capri pants and silky white shirt she’d found in a dresser after having a thought that she wished she had a change of clothes.
“An old favorite outfit of mine. Comfortable and relatively stylish for my area.”
His slit pupils dilated slightly as he swallowed visibly and turned back to the pantry, his back bulging with tense muscle.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a strained voice. “It’s almost painful to look at you and not take you in my arms.” He gripped the top of the pantry door with one hand, his gorgeous arms flexing beneath his scales in a way that made her mouth water. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage it, now that I know what paradise feels like after being inside you.”
“We should probably….” Her mouth felt dry as she swallowed, thinking about that king-sized bed again.
Just one more time before they got down to the business of figuring out where they were shouldn’t hurt.
After all, he needed her. She should really help a guy out. Being helpful was her thing. It was something she liked to do. She grinned at her thoughts as she crossed the small living room to join him in the kitchen.
When he turned at her approach, she took his hand, looking up at him through her lashes. “You know, I wouldn’t want you to suffer any pain, Nahash. How about I show you the rest of the house? We can start in the master bedroom.”
She didn’t need to twist his arm. In fact, his tail uncoiled so fast as he pushed himself forward that he almost lost his grip on her hand as he slithered towards the hallway.
As soon as her feet crossed the threshold into the master bedroom as she followed behind him, he turned and caught her up in his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he set her down gently. He was less gentle as he ripped open her shirt, then used his teeth to bite through her bra strap so he could peel the cups aside to reveal her breasts to his hungry gaze.
His mouth lowered to the peak of her hard nipple, while he cupped her other breast in his hand. His long tongue lashed out to drag her sensitive nipple between the forked tips. With very deliberate movements, he tongued her nipple until her hips writhed against his stomach, and her legs wrapped around his waist.
At that point, he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked, the tugging sensation feeling like her nipple attached directly to her clit. Though his lips were rough on her—too hungry to be gentle—he was careful not to suck her flesh too deep into his mouth where his teeth might catch on it.
She whimpered as he released her nipple with a pop, then sighed and clutched his smooth, scaled head as he turned his attention to her other nipple. While he tormented that firm peak, his hand slipped down her bare skin, skating over her abdomen to the waist of her pants.
He only lifted his body away from her far enough to undo the buttons that marched up the fly of her capris. Then his hand slipped inside them and into the bikini panties she wore beneath them. When his fingers slid over her clit, she gasped and bucked her hips.
Nahash lifted his head to meet her eyes, his lips—swollen from kissing and sucking on her—spreading in a predatory smile. He abandoned her breasts to move down her body with his mouth, trailing kisses over her stomach.
She thought her breasts would feel neglected, though there was a rush of heat and moisture between her thighs as he moved closer to them, but Nahash wasn’t one to disappoint. The end of his tail swung onto the bed and snaked towards her breasts, coiling over first one, and then the other, as the very tip flicked her nipples, the texture of his scales teasing her sensitive flesh.
While she gasped at the sight of his tail sliding over her vulnerable skin, it wasn’t with fear or disgust. She was soaking wet already, but seeing that part of him touching her made her even hotter. When he pulled her pants and underwear off to expose her to his hungry eyes, she wondered if the heat she felt between her legs would set the room ablaze.
Before he lowered his head to taste her sweet spot, Nahash took a long moment to simply stare at her, his hands smoothing her naked skin, his thumbs sweeping perilously close to her clit as he slowly massaged her upper thighs, working his fingers inwards.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Casss.” His voice was thick with desire, guttural except for the hissing of her name. “And you smell so good. I don’t know how I’ll ever move away from this spot.”
Trembling from her anticipation and her excitement, she spread her legs open, causing him to moan as her wet slit was fully exposed to him.
The way his mouth dropped to her clit, his long, thick tongue lashing at it with desperate hunger, caused her to jerk her upper body off the bed, writhing in ecstasy until his heavy tail pinned her down, caressing every inch of her naked skin in a sensuous slide of scales.
He brought her to climax so fast with his tongue that she was still gasping from the first touch of it when her orgasm yanked her up to the peak and pushed her over it. He didn’t allow her to tumble far before he brought her back to a new climax as his tongue delved her depths, thrusting into her slick entrance to taste her.
He didn’t relent until he’d teased another orgasm from her, and she wondered if he really was so addicted to her scent that he couldn’t move away from her. He answered that question for her when he rose up on his tail, exposing his two thick cocks, fully erect and eager for her.
Though her body was still sore from the last time he’d entered her, she wanted them inside her. Both of them. She thought about lube, then glanced at the nightstand, where a bottle appeared before her eyes.
Nice.
This time, Nahash noted the direction of her gaze and saw the bottle appear as well. A slight frown crinkled his scaled brow, but he wasn’t going to let the incongruity of their situation stop him from fulfilling both their desires.
He caught the bottle of lube up in the end of his tail and carried it to his hand, where he spilled some out in his palm and then slicked up both of his cocks. He closed the cap, tossed it to the head of the bed, then met her eyes, a question in his.
“Do it! Please, don’t make me wait any longer, Nahash!”
That was all he needed to hear before he lowered himself to her entrance. First, he fitted one of his cocks against her rosette, sliding in slowly as she concentrated on relaxing to ease his penetration. Once he was fully seated inside her, he positioned his second cock at the entrance of her slick sex, where it slid in much smoother than his other one.
Once again, she was filled with him, and she realized that even if this turned out to be a dream and they woke up from it to discover it had never happened, she would never find a human man who could satisfy her after this. The excitement, the arousal, the passion for him was something she’d never encountered before and would never find again.
Writhing his tail against her, he thrust his cocks into her again and again while he used his thumb to manipulate her clit, bringing them both to an orgasm at the same time. As he came inside her, he lowered his body to lay over hers, caressing her face with his hands as he planted soft kisses on her cheeks, then her brow, before lowering his lips to claim hers.