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Wu Suowei had been a virgin and couldn’t be sure, but this felt like lovemaking from some other plane of existence. With unblinking eyes and nothing but a litany of gasps and sweaty moans, his gaze was locked on the glossy mane of dark hair spilling from Chi Cheng’s head.
The ancient myth wasn’t a modern lexicon. Chi Cheng’s true mother had been a victim, yes, but she hadn’t suffered the whims and vagaries of celestial ego quietly. Medusan lines of origin could be found dotted through the centuries, her many half-blooded children now long since lived and dead. Each had inherited her gift, but Chi Cheng had been special.
“Oh fuck, oh god, it’s... it’s hitting me, it’s... f-fucking...!” Wu Suowei choked on his own moan, his mouth hanging open, drool trailing from the corner of his lips as the forked tongue slithered deeper inside him, flicking against his prostate with obscene precision. It wasn’t just stimulation. It was possession. The snakehead tonguing his insides moved with an intelligence that was both ancient and cruel, writhing as if savoring his every spasm.
Each flick sent a new wave of heat crashing through his body. His vision blurred, his toes curled, and his legs kicked weakly at the sheets. His hole was stretched wide around the writhing girth of serpents, their slick, scaled bodies hissing and thrusting, sliding in and out in endless waves of friction. He couldn’t breathe or think, only feel. It was euphoric, devastating, divine.
Chi Cheng smiled, sibilant and wiry, sweat gleaming on his skin as he worked his mythical loins deeper into his Da Bao’s twitching, clenching heat. The serpents that made up his cock hissed with hunger, slick and pulsing, their black eyes glittering as they speared into Wu Suowei’s quivering hole. They were eager, feral, claiming.
“You are ours,” Chi Cheng growled lowly, his voice vibrating like thunder in Wu Suowei’s bones. “Our little monster.”
He braced himself more firmly over Wu Suowei’s writhing limbs, his pelvis rolling in a relentless rhythm as the serpents plunged in and out. The friction around Da Bao’s rim was obscene, wet, and endless. He could feel everything. Every flick, every thrust, every drop of hot, slick fluid being pumped into him like a divine elixir of ruin.
Wu Suowei was keening now, his cries broken and high-pitched, mouth open in a sob of please don’t stop. The p-spot stimulation was unrelenting, so precise it felt supernatural, like the snakes knew his weaknesses better than he did. He was drowning in a sea of pleasure, overstimulated and gasping as his hole spasmed helplessly around the endless lengths filling him.
Then, one of the black-eyed cock-snakes withdrew from its brethren’s sacred work and slithered downward with gleaming purpose. It coiled slowly around Da Bao’s flushed, weeping cock, short, slim, sensitive, and absolutely soaked in dripping precome.
The coils squeezed gently at first, then tighter, stroking him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the brutal thrusting inside him. Wu Suowei’s hips jerked, his cock twitching violently, a string of precome smearing across his trembling stomach.
Chi Cheng moaned, a sound raw and deep. “I feel it,” he confessed, panting. “I feel everything. Your little cock in my coils, your guts around my tongue. You're so tight, Da Bao. Your body was made for this.”
The forked tongue of the snakehead flicked out and teased Wu Suowei’s frenulum, slithering in slow, agonizing circles. Wu Suowei screamed again, louder this time, as the tongue dipped into the slit at the tip, sounding his cock like a sacred ritual.
He sobbed. No words left. No sanity left. Just pleasure so intense it twisted around pain and became something else entirely. His cock throbbed helplessly in the snake’s grip, spurting more precome as the tongue flicked deeper.
“Oh my god, Chi Cheng, I c-can’t... how am I supposed to...” Da Bao’s voice broke as his whole body convulsed. His legs trembled, his belly fluttered, and his hole spasmed violently around the invading snakes.
Chi Cheng stilled for just a moment, savoring the death-grip tightness around his serpentine cocks. He leaned down, their foreheads nearly touching, his voice trembling with ecstasy.
“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s your body giving in. You're ours now. Mine. Forever.”
Then he snarled, and the snakes surged forward again, pounding into Wu Suowei’s abused hole with just a touch more cruelty. It was enough to make him scream like he was dying and being reborn all at once.
The rhythm grew frenzied. The air stank of sex and sweat and musk and divine corruption. The coil around Wu Suowei’s cock began to pulse, milking him for everything he had, while the forked tongue inside his slit flicked and slithered and drank his pleasure like ambrosia.
Wu Suowei shattered with a scream, his cock erupting, white ropes of come splattering his chest, his belly, and the eager serpent still wrapped around him. It kept sounding him through it, greedily teasing more and more from his sensitive tip even as he sobbed from the overload.
The tiny black eyes on the snake’s head slid halfway shut, as if it too were experiencing orgasm. The same raw, ruined bliss was mirrored on Chi Cheng’s face as he came, flooding Wu Suowei with thick, hot fluid, his serpents writhing wildly as they released deep inside.
The bed was soaked. Wu Suowei’s thighs were slick and trembling, his hole still twitching, stretched wide around the slowly softening cocks. His cock was still leaking, weak spurts dribbling as the snake finally uncoiled from it.
Chi Cheng leaned down and kissed him, filthy and reverent, a serpent-tongued kiss full of possession and promises.
“You’ll never touch anyone else in this life,” he whispered. “You are ours. Body and soul.”