Limitless Evolution As a Snake

I press the tip of my tail in her ass slow, working her open while I keep my core going, still buried deep, and she just about comes apart right there, back arching, voice cracking on my name over and over.

”M-mmaster!” Lyra cries out, squeezing my tail just at the opening.

”Fuck, love, you keep clenching like that, and I’m not gonna last.”

Behind the door, Cherry’s noises pick up too, faster now, sloppier, like she’s chasing the same finish line we are.

Christ. Two of them at once and neither one even in the same room fully, and somehow I’m the one about to lose it first.

”Please,” she chokes out, ”please, Matt, don’t stop, I’m so close, I’m so clos-”

I snap my coils harder, tail working in time with my thrusts, and I can hear Cherry’s fingers speed up right along with us like she’s plugged straight into whatever’s happening on this side of the door.

The whole room smells like sex, sweat, and venom, and somewhere under all that, faint but there, her scent too, seeping in from the hallway.

”Cum for me then,” I hiss, growling against Lyra’s ear. ”I’m going to fill you up, till your womb is filled with my seed.”

I nearly tell them both to cum, but I know better than to start a fight even when I’m about to blow. I hear Cherry’s whimper spike through the door, high and desperate, right as Lyra clamps down around me so hard my vision actually goes white for a second.

That’s it, that’s all it takes.

I bury myself deep and let go, tail and cocks both twitching as I fill her up again, and through the wall I can hear Cherry finish right along with us, a shaky moan followed by the soft thud of her collapsing against the door.

Lyra goes limp in my coils, chest heaving, completely spent.

I glance at the door, a low, satisfied hiss escaping me.

Yeah, we’re definitely talking about this later.

Once she stops twitching and my cum finally quits leaking out of her, I scoop her up gently in my coils and carry her to the bathroom. She’s still mumbling half words, eyes glazed, so I just let the warm water run over both of us while I clean her up nice and slow. She leans into me the whole time, boneless, little hums coming out of her every time I brush over a sore spot.

I carry her back out wrapped in a towel and lay her down on the couch, piling blankets on top till she’s basically a burrito with a face poking out. She’s still whimpering a bit, reaching for me even half asleep, so I press my snout against her cheek for a second just so she knows I’m not going anywhere.

Then I slither back to the bedroom because there’s no way I’m letting anyone sleep in the wet patch. Call it standards. I hook the sheets with my tail, ball them up and shove them near the door, then pull a fresh set on in about thirty seconds flat—apparently, constricting things into place is a transferable skill.

Lyra’s whimpers get louder from the couch the second I’m out of sight, so I glide back over and nuzzle into her side until she settles, breathing slow again. Once she’s calm, I carry her back to the bed and set her down gently on her side, nudging the blanket up around her shoulders with my tail.

That’s when I remember Cherry. I push the door open slowly with the tip of my tail, and there she is, sprawled out flat on the floor as she got hit by a truck, shirt half off, absolutely drenched in herself. If I had eyebrows, one of them would be somewhere up near the ceiling right now.

A barking hiss escapes me, a laugh I can’t help, and I scoop her up in my coils, carrying her straight to the shower. She squeaks the second the water hits her, arms flailing, face going red as a tomato.

”Wait, wait, I can do it myself, I swear, I’m fine, I don’t need!”

”You’re next,” I tell her, voice flat, already lathering her hair before she can argue more. That shuts her right up, mouth opening and closing like a fish, horns twitching like mad.

Once she’s clean and towelled off, I carry her through and lay her down next to Lyra, and both of them curl onto their sides without me even asking, leaving a nice big gap in the middle just for me. Works out well, because I’ve got zero interest in fighting for blanket space tonight.

I glide out to the kitchen, pour myself a gin and tonic, and lean against the counter, finally taking the first deep breath I think I’ve had in years.

[SYSTEM: WHAT A DOG!!!! YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND, I CAN SEE THE CLEANUP, DID U FUCK BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME??]

Hey old mate. And no, what the hell? Why would I do that?

[SYSTEM: Ahh, what really? Party pooper. Oh yeah, I forgot, here’s your exp from robbing granny nettle!]

Wait, that wasn’t even a quest?

[SYSTEM: But it was cool, right? Just take the exp, you wanker. 500 exp, and you get more if you kill people you know.]

Am I supposed to be killing people?

[SYSTEM: nah, well, maybe. You’ve still got 5 kills left on that kill quest, remember?]

Yeah yeah. Look, old mate, can we chat later? I’ve got two tired girls wanting cuddles.

[SYSTEM: NOPE. Again, you wouldn’t let me sit in the cuck chair and watch! So boring! Anyway, you’re only 3k off your next evolution!!]

Damn, that was fast. Oh wait, actually I’ve got two questions since I just topped up Lyra.

1. She’s got snake eyes now; what’s that about?

2. What skill did she end up taking?

[SYSTEM: No idea cunt. But I’ll look into it. was it hot? would I think it was hot? bet it was hot. Ugh, I’m sad I keep missing this, let’s go to a strip club soon, PLEASE]

Jesus, are you in heat or something?