“Haa, where does it… feel weird? Nngh!”
Leira jerked his head up, drooling every time his nipple grazed the firm arm. He couldn’t pinpoint it—his body was on fire, as if injected with aphrodisiacs. His swollen cock ached to be stuffed with something massive until he burst, and his nipples begged to be twisted and crushed. He craved a fist pounding his stretched, blackened hole until it tore even more obscenely.
“Hng! Nng! Ah, there…! It’s weird! Aaah!!!”
“There? Where exactly… here?”
Edwin pulled his cock out, only to gently stroke Leira’s lower abdomen instead. Below them, the snake’s tail coiled around Leira’s calf, tickling his toes. The grotesque yet eerily beautiful sight—a monstrous snake-body fused with a golden-haired beauty—writhing in the water, grinding their genitals together, was both revolting and impossibly erotic.
“Or… here?”
“Aaah…!”
Edwin pinned Leira down with his body, kneading the swollen, sensitive breasts that had grown unnaturally large. They were big enough to be called tits—filling his hands perfectly, as if they’d always been this way.
They definitely weren’t this big before…
Leira knew all too well what his body had become. Edwin would drag him in front of a mirror, forcing him to look at his muscle-bound legs spread wide, his gaping hole exposed no matter how he clenched, his breasts swollen to the point of embarrassment. Even when he begged Edwin to stop fondling them—what if they never shrink back?—the man only smirked and kept groping, making them grow even more.
Yet now, even Edwin’s hands couldn’t contain them. His body burned as if his brain would melt, his breasts aching, swollen with milk. No matter how much he squeezed, it wasn’t enough—he only wanted the cock ramming his hole to hurt him more.
“Hng! No…! Ah, nng! My chest, ah!”
“You want your tits played with?”
“Aaungh…!”
His nipples were crushed under Edwin’s massive palms, sending him into a light orgasm just from that. But his greedy hole still gushed slick onto the water’s surface, unsatisfied. A single breast wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.
“Aah! There…! Ah, ah, ah!”
Leira’s eyes glazed over, drool dripping from his lips like pre-cum. Shamelessly, he spread his hole with his own fingers, showing it off, leaking slick in thick streams. Edwin adored his mate’s uninhibited begging.
He had always wanted to do this—to make a body scream in ecstasy until it blacked out. To split open those sensitive nipples with his forked tongue and make them leak just from that. To fuck his hole raw with his tail until he came undone. To shove his head inside and bite the soft walls until they bled.
He wanted to feel his mate’s hole clench around his skull, drowning him in slick, unable to even open his eyes. To have his face buried in that obscene cunt, choking on the fluids.
Perhaps that was why he had been so relentless—fucking Leira until he cried, until his bladder gave out with every thrust. Maybe it was the frustration of never being able to do this—to mark him so thoroughly that no one else could ever touch him.
This disgusting man, this monstrous freak—Leira had naively reached out to him, and now he couldn’t escape. Edwin hated how pathetic that made him… and loved him even more for it.
The first time Edwin had taken Leira, he had threatened: “If you ever show this slutty hole to anyone else, I’ll rip it out and we’ll die together.” But Edwin, more beast than human, had never truly understood the concept of suicide. Death was just another sensation to him—no philosophical weight, no why. He lived and died by instinct alone.
Yet sometimes… when Leira clung to him like he’d die without him, flushed and desperate, Edwin felt a strange, damp urge to bury himself inside that trembling body and stop breathing right then and there.
He had endured countless days, convincing himself he wasn’t that kind of monster. But maybe he was. Because only a true monster could pin down the man he called his lover and force his body into heat like this.
Even as the forced molting drove him into a frenzy, losing his mind, he mocked himself for being a monster. But when Leira—only to him—exposed his most vulnerable self, Edwin couldn’t resist.
“Aaah…! Nng, yes, Edwin! Ah! Hng, put it deeper! Aaaah!!!”
Edwin’s forked tongue—split from his incomplete molting—wriggled into Leira’s hole. The dual-pronged organ moved independently, longer and more flexible than a human’s, licking every fold of the inner walls, teasing the swollen tissue. Leira sobbed, his thick thighs quivering as he mashed his own ass cheeks with his hands.
Edwin, his face buried between the plump cheeks, lapped up the mix of cum and slick dripping from the hole, his own cock leaking pre-cum. He thrust his tongue deep inside, the wet squelch of flesh making Leira’s hole clench around it, sucking it in greedily.
“Haaang! Ah! What do I—ahhng!”
Overwhelmed, Leira ground his ass against Edwin’s face, his hole squirting slick everywhere. The snake-bodied man was in heaven, his own cocks dripping as he lapped up the fluids, his tongue numbing from the pressure. He wanted to shove his entire head inside, to be suffocated by the tight, wet heat, to drown in his mate’s fluids.
Leira’s heavy breasts sagged forward as he leaned over. Edwin grabbed them roughly, twisting the nipples until Leira whimpered. The mating fluid in his bloodstream was transforming Leira’s body—making him even more obscene, his flesh plumper, his hole wetter. His breasts, now overflowing in Edwin’s grip, must have shocked him.
Edwin mashed the tits until the nipples flattened comically, then rubbed his snout against the hole. When he slowly pulled his tongue out, flicking just the tip against the hole, Leira couldn’t take it—he spread himself wider, his hole gaping, dripping with estrus, begging for the snake’s slick body.
Slurp… smack… juup, chup, squelch…
The cum-filled hole pulsed, unable to hold back, and sprayed a mix of slick and semen. Edwin spat saliva into it, then thrust his tongue in again, stirring the soft inner walls before suddenly sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing.
“HAAAAA! Hng! Nng! Ah!!! No, ah!”
Leira’s ass jiggled as he tried to ride Edwin’s face, his hole making obscene sounds. Edwin locked his thick arms around Leira’s hips, trapping him as he thrashed. The hole, stretched and leaking, was too sensitive—if the room hadn’t been soundproofed, someone would’ve heard the scandalous screams by now.
“Huuuuung!!! Aaang!!!”
Finally, Leira collapsed forward, his hole gushing all over Edwin’s face. Edwin lapped up every drop, then reached for the slit in his snake-body where his second cock emerged.
It was the snake’s second penis—dark red, almost black, like a demon’s horn, shorter than the first by a finger’s width but still as long as a grown man’s forearm. The shape was a grotesque hybrid of human and beast, covered in ridge-like protrusions.
These ridges looked dangerous but were surprisingly soft, designed to scrape the inner walls deliciously during penetration. After ejaculation, they acted like hooks, sealing the hole shut to ensure every drop of semen was absorbed.
Edwin propped up his snake-body, aligning both cocks with Leira’s thighs. The plump, elastic thighs now sandwiched the two shafts.
“Hng, haa… W-what is this…!”
Exhausted, Leira had nearly passed out—until he felt something strange against his thighs. Twisting his head, he saw the horror: two cocks, each a different shape, protruding from the split in the snake’s body, piercing between his thighs. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
Repulsed, he tried to crawl out of the tub, but his hips were dragged back. The two cocks, slick with pre-cum and mating fluid, thrust between his thighs with a wet schlick, the ridges scraping his sensitive skin.
The thin but plump thighs were now fucked front and back—the human-like cock buried in his hole, the snake cock ruthlessly pistoning between his legs.
“Hyaang… Nng… It tickles… Ah…”
The sensation was like being nibbled by insects, the ridges dragging against his inner thighs, turning the skin red. The mating fluid made his hole twitch, dripping down his legs like slick, mixing into the bathwater.
The tub was a mess—shed skin floating like jelly, blood still seeping from the wound where the tail had been severed, staining Leira’s hole and perineum red. It was the same crimson as when Edwin, inexperienced with human limits, had once torn Leira’s hole.
Splash! Splash!
Blood, fluids, and slick sloshed together as the water churned. The aphrodisiac fluid coated his inner thighs, making it impossible to even kneel. Leira trembled, the snake’s cocks trapped between his thighs, the sensation unbearable.
His hole already clutched the upward-curved cock tightly, but it wasn’t enough. Just as Edwin had said—even if it meant his hole would darken and stretch further, even if it tore—he wanted more.
“Hng, huuung… My hole itches…”
“Your hole itches?”
“Y-yeah, yeah…”
Normally, Leira would cover his ears at Edwin’s filthy words, only begging for more when driven to the brink. But now, overwhelmed by the forced heat, he rubbed his hole against the snake’s body. The segmented underbelly was smooth yet ridged, sending obscene pleasure through him.
“Ah… Edwin… Please, more…”
His voice was a desperate, cursed plea—an irresistible siren’s song. Even as his consciousness flickered, Edwin struggled not to shove his snake-cock into Leira’s hole. But his mate was already stroking himself, his belly swollen from cum, his fingers working his own cock as his hole begged for more. He whimpered, wanting to be fed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
