Page 56 of King of Serpents

“I wish to be captured within your mating hold, your vent squeezing tightly around my sant so that it might give up its gift for you.”

Alex’s eyes drifted shut, the deep, rolling hum of his words vibrating through her from his chest against her shoulder blades. The hot water lapped around her gently as they writhed and undulated together within the pool, a sensation that was made all the more delicious by the tips of his wings skating along the sides of her hyper-sensitized body from ankle to ribcage in tiny little caresses. She trembled against him, her bottom pressing eagerly against him as his sant and sheath rubbed against her. A needy hollow feeling was developing within her, and her channel flexed fruitlessly with the desire to be filled once more with the engorged girth of his sex.

Tiny puffs of air left her lips as she rolled her hips in time to every eager bump of pelvis. She reached behind her, her fingers clinging to his waist, her fingernails dragging over his scales underwater until a tiny, frustrated growl finally left her mate, the force of it quivering through her. Suddenly his big body rocked and curved sinuously as he drew his hand back enough to part her sex with his fingers, making way for the clustered head pressing aggressively forward. Alex chuckled on a moan, her head falling back against her mate’s chest as her cunt was slowly breached by the sant stretching her.

“More,” she whispered... begged as his sant sank frustratingly slowly within her.

Therxian grunted and rocked his pelvis, driving his cock deep. He bottomed out, and she choked on a gasp as everything lit up with her and her cunt reflexively tightened and clenched with small flutters of her internal muscular wall. Her mate hissed softly in her ear, his hand on her breasts tightening slightly with his sudden sharp flux of desire. Alex rolled her hips in counterpoint, and they both groaned together as the motion caused his sant to slightly withdraw before plunging deep again.

“Alex,” he breathed, longing and desire heavy in the faint hum trembling within his voice. “What you do to me is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.”

“My imagination isn’t that good. Even my dreams are boring,” she agreed breathlessly, drawing a raspy laugh from her mate.

“Then allow me to give you something more to dream of,” he replied.

His hand dropped from her breast, leaving it to brush along the surface of the water where the sensitive, aroused flesh was teased by its movement. His hands shifted to her hips, his fingers drawing little circles across her belly as he gripped her hips to keep her steady in place. She bobbed as he moved experimentally, her nipples skimming the heated water, drawing a shiver through her, and her cunt gripped his cock tightly as the sensation plunged through her. Therxian paused as if savoring it before experimentally moving his body once more within the water as he floated within it with an impressive level of buoyancy. He rocked slowly, testing different depths as he hummed quietly to himself—clearly forgetting what it did to her nervous system.

Her belly clenched with a pulse that rose in answer to his song, her cunt spasming and then fluttering rapidly against his length. He ceased moving again, but he didn’t stop singing. The pitch changed, rising and falling in a way that made her tremble as the melody drove forward and retreated rhythmically so that she began to instinctively rock with it, working his sant in and out of her as he moved over him, even as her sex continued to tighten in response to every rise of his song. He petted her, his hands gliding up and down her belly with encouragement, stroking her, his claws lightly scraping over her when she came down hard with a cry of pleasure, his own growls fracturing his song in echo of the bliss that she felt. He began to undulate with her, rocking and twisting with her in the water so that they swayed together in the pool. His movements, however, gradually became more decisive and powerful as he clung to her, his claws biting faintly into the soft flesh of her belly.

Alex whimpered from the pleasure kindling within her, which only seemed to inflame her mate further. His grip tightened, his song suddenly crescendoing as his upper tail suddenly drew sharply back, withdrawing his sant to its broad cluster of heads before snapping forward again. His tail whipped in the water so that the momentum naturally traveled back up its length, drawing his pelvis back before rippling forward again. The water danced over them, splashing and riding higher as his song continued to rise and fall, weaving with dual notes moving together in a primal symphony of life brimming forth with all manner of love and desire.

She clung to her mate, her grip shifting from his torso to his powerful arms so that she was both stabilized and could find her own leverage. Having Therxian between her legs was like riding the waves on a stormy sea, his tail carrying her upward with every thrust and dropping out from beneath her before driving up into her again. Every time he dropped away, she gripped his powerful arms and arched her body, lifting her hips and then dropping them to meet his very thrust.

Pleasure shot through her, and she cried out, but the sound was swallowed by his song, and he drove up again. His tail was creeping over her in a familiar, instinctive pattern that she recognized through the haze of pleasure engulfing her. His secondary sant. He was seeking to bury it within her. Inspired, she reached for the end of his tail with one hand, her fingers skimming against it as she rode him, drawing it up until it slid into her hand. She caressed it, petted it, and drew it between her breasts where she could luxuriate in its heat and run her fingers over the slick scales. The more she touched it, however, the more eagerly his tail rose between her breasts and looped firmly around her shoulders. And then she saw it, the tip peeking from his lower vent toward the end of his tail. Turning the end of his tail slowly against her, she guided it up and pressed her lips and tongue against the opening to tease the tip.

Therxian’s reaction was immediate. Utterly guttural sound of surprise and fragmenting his song, he speared upward, plunging into her cunt with vigor that made her moan and eagerly tease his secondary sant. She licked at the round, bulbous cluster of heads and at the swollen seam of his vent, and sucked at the tip every time his sant slid out just enough for her to get her lips around it. Her mate hissed and hummed with pleasure, his song taking on a deeper cadence as the sant finally extruded from its sheath, filling her mouth. Alex moaned around it, his taste sliding over her tongue. It didn’t quite fit beyond the first couple of inches, but she wasn’t a quitter. Her head bobbed, her lips drawing on it, sucking it deep and withdrawing as they rolled and rocked together

Over and over they came together, riding their bliss together. At some point, she lost her grip on his tail. It lay against her heart for a moment, the tip curling slightly, but then he wrenched it away and it rapidly began to wind down her body. It was no longer just seeking. It was like a missile as it dove low and slid over her mound. Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip as his tail slid down the inside of her leg until his sant was rubbing against the wet mess where his primary sant was plunging in and out of her. The friction against her clit made her quiver and her muscles drew tight as his tail began to move and slowly began to press it in and bury it alongside the other.

Filled to her limit, Alex dropped back against her mate, her hips rocking against his rippling tail as he worked both cocks in and out of her. The hot water splashed across her chest with his every thrust, tiny droplets spraying over her exposed flesh. Therxian’s wings encircled them further to keep the worst of the sprays of stirred-up water contained as his rut began to pick up a feverish pace. Alex’s back arched every time he impaled her, his engorged cock flexing with her as he released small streams of seed, each of which was punctuated with a gruff growl as he filled her.

White heat began to gather within her that put all other blissful waves she’d experienced up until that point to shame. It sent tiny electric pulses through her muscles, making her hair stand on end as her limbs trembled with her oncoming climax. Her body already felt depleted and yet there was a fervor burning within her that instinctively compelled her to match him stroke for stroke as his cocks began to vibrate in a way that sent an erotic pulse tripping through her and his song swelled around them, driving them both to the edge... and then fell together.

They cried out, and Therxian fell backward, his wings outspread to catch them in the water. Water splashed high over her, but they didn’t sink in it. Instead, they floated there as his cock pulsed, filling her with gushing streams of his heat as she lay panting against his chest, listening to the wild gallop of his hearts. Gradually his hand came up around her and he began to stroke her back affectionately while they remained tied together, his fingers tracing lovingly over her skin. And as he held her, he began to sing again. Not a song to stir the blood, or put her to sleep, but a song that conveyed a depth of emotion that tears pricked her eyes and her lips curled in a fond smile. It was as if there were no words to adequately express his emotions in that moment, so he just sang them in the only way he knew.

And that meant more than any words that had ever been offered to her. They were his heart in a pure melody.

Alex hugged his chest, her breath brushing his luminous scales there. “Watch out, I think I may really be falling in love with you.”

His song stuttered and welled up once more as his arms came up around her and hugged her to him. When it faded, he brushed his mouth across the top of her head.

“You have my hearts. You are there with me no matter how far apart we are. I do not think you realize how much I depend on it and draw strength from it. Especially tomorrow.”

She tipped her head and looked up at him quizzically. “What’s tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, I meet with Vekatha.”

Chapter 40

Vekatha. Therxian’s eyes narrowed on the thin, miserable female coiled within her cell. A deep green of flourishing life, she may once have been considered a beauty within the shinara before her imprisonment. Within the confines, her scales were showing signs of losing their luster, and her gavo lay flattened in disarray around her as her head hung. As her body was turned away from him, he could not quite see what she was studying so intently on the floor in front of her, but whatever it was, it had her whole attention.

“Therxian, son of Zathexa, the high queen, is here to meet with you, Vekatha. You had agreed to see him,” the captain reminded her.

A hiss of laughter escaped the female, her wings twitching as her tail slithered slowly around her over the cell floor. “I am imprisoned, not senile. I do not need the reminders, Jathella.” The female slowly turned her head, pinning them with a narrowed stare as she peered at Jathella for a moment before turning the weight of her golden gaze to Therxian. Her mouth cracked a cold smile, and her dark green tail glided along the floor as she slowly turned him. “Eldest son of Zathexa. So... you have returned. Interesting.”

Therxian studied her. This was the female who had pursued and falsely implicated Slengral. Even now, in her imprisonment, she showed no remorse for her willful actions that had nearly gotten Lori killed.

“Vekatha,” he replied, keeping his greeting brief. Noble of birth or not, she was no longer worthy of receiving more than that. “I find it more interesting that you are still alive.”