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Rhys, his face drenched and eyes wide, looked at Galdor. He seemed much more sober than before. Galdor realized where he was looking. "Like she said," he laughed, gently slapping Chassari's behind. The serpentkin came with a cute squeal, distributing even more of her juices along Rhys' stomach and crotch. "I can do some interesting things with my body."
"But... changing... your cock?"
"If I could concentrate properly, I'd change something else too," Galdor said. "Shall we stop?"
"I-... I-..." Rhys closed his eyes. "No. This is all kinds of weird, but... oh heavens!" Chassari again moaned as he erupted, a thick rope of his seed nearly reaching her chin. Galdor noted with some interest that Rhys was still hard as a pipe. Chassari melted against him, licking his face and whispering to him. His hands on her butt pressed her close to him, his hips rising off the bed, even with the added weight of the serpentkin on him.
"I hope you don't mind," Galdor said.
"Mind what?" Rhys asked, his voice muffled by Chassari's kisses.
Galdor didn't reply. He reached between them, timing it just perfectly. Rhys squealed in surprise as his rod, guided by Galdor's knowing fingers, fully slid into Chassari. Her nerve ring closed around him with a wet sound and both moaned in unison. Then he dabbed his fingers in the mess on the sheets and began to massage it into Chassari's rear entrance. Her moans kicked up a notch, both in pitch and volume, as his index finger penetrated her. He coated his fingers with more of the slippery substance and soon worked a second finger into her. Unsurprisingly, Chassari came, her voice by now a hoarse rasp. Rhys wasn't far behind. Galdor could see fresh droplets of his seed trickle past Chassari's ring, which would keep him lodged in place until she was fully sated. <i>And to make sure it happens this century,</i> Galdor thought, slithering between Rhys' thighs, <i>I'm going to cheat a little.</i> He pressed his tip against Chassari's rosebud -- well, more like an orchid but who's gonna split hairs about that -- and pushed. Thanks to his preparation, she yielded to him easily, scaring the living spirits out of Rhys as she arched her back impossibly, her breasts nearly pointing to the ceiling.
"Are you hurt?" the young sorcerer croaked, eyes wide. Galdor grinned, slowly, inexorably pushing his lance deeper into Chassari. He could feel Rhys' throbbing length, only separated from him by the thinnest layer of flesh.
"No. By the thousand gods and goddessesssss, it'ssss so good," Chassari wailed. She uncoiled, raining a cavalcade of kisses onto Rhys' face. "Please," she gasped. "Move. Move for me, Rhys."
His reply was a confused grunt but his hips began to move, driving his cock deep into Chassari's pussy. He rubbed against Galdor, who had held still, allowing the serpentkin to adjust to his rod. But it was clear that she was way past needing that. She helplessly stammered, seamlessly cursing in the Trade Tongue, the melodious tones of her home country and several other languages even Galdor didn't understand. Her rectum, probably much like her other opening did to Rhys, squeezed hungrily. It was ungainly, messy and chaotic, just how Galdor loved it. He grabbed Chassari's hips and pounded away, for a few glorious moments dictating the pace, impaling himself as deep as his cock would allow. The anticipation, building ever since Chassari had first touched his shin, exploded with the might of a battering ram, tearing itself from his loins in a long, harsh spout. Galdor, reduced to merely shivering and shaking behind and on top of the others, groaned as he shot spurt after spurt deep into Chassri's bowels. Rhys below her slapped his hands over Galdor's, seeking any kind of handhold while his hips went berserk. Grinning fiendishly, Galdor reached between his thighs and caressed Rhys' balls, causing him to spear himself even deeper into Chassari. The amount of seed he had pumped into her was enough to even release her seal. A hot, sticky flood dripped over his hands. While Rhys and the serpentkin tried to force breath into their lungs, panting and cooing, Galdor sat on his haunches, licking his fingers clean. He bent down and placed a loving kiss on Chassari's butt cheek, causing her to moan softly. For once, even the Insatiable Serpent was well and truly sated.
Chassari breathed a kiss onto Rhys' lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely more than a rustle. "Oh, and nice to meet you."
He looked up at her, wonder and confusion in his eyes. "What- what exactly just happened?"
"You've stumbled into one very hot, very tight knot," Chassari rasped. "Was it any good?"
"I think I need to sleep on that."
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To be continued in Chapter IV -- The Crossroads
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- COMMENTS
Jackspeed2uover 1 year agoI was revered from below another story so the homosexual stuff was a surprise. I suppose it’s light on so far so…
MsNatalie99over 3 years agoThat was unbelievably hot. I love the setting, the characters are fascinating, and the plot pulled me right in. I am not terribly fond of Rhys'. He should be more driven to find his sister, but I can't wait to see how he grows from the experiences he's having. Amazing story, I can't wait to see what happens next.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoYou have to remember that psychologically Rhys is in a different time, and mental state than current convention. He is himself abused, seeking a life line and this situation while intellectually recognized is still just a thought/hunch based on observations and has not become "reality" for him until he is faced with his sister physically. The author did a wonderful job separating the omniscient readers knowledge of the whole and only present the MC with what he knew and felt in the situation based solely on his past. If anything the warning for me made me delay reading the story for some time and it was a lot tamer than it led me to believe. O say this not because of what happened but the deliberate lack of rape description made it to where intellectually I knew what was happening but emotionally it allowed me to feel for the characters but not be overwhelmed.
And yes I have been there and survived...not thrived but i am still here
Anonymousover 4 years agoI don‘t have an account and didn‘t want to clutter the comment section with my arguments, because the story is highly rated and many people seem to really enjoy it.
With the new warning, where I concede that I reacted too strongly before because of personal preferences and I believe the slightly changed lead up to the event most of my gripes are fixed anyway.
Though I do stand by my point that this passage is jarring:
„At least for the night, his mind was occupied. The raunchy tale, filled with heaving breasts, sucking mouths and warm, willing holes aching to be stuffed had him think about Celeste.“
It just doesn‘t fit for me with the tragic situation of Mirrin going on at the same time that he can find escape with a topic like sex. I just have trouble buying into the caring big brother MC when he basically can distract himself with porn from that fact that his little sister may very well get raped right now.
That Rhys didn‘t have suddenly the power to flatten everyone and acts like some Marvel hero was never an issue I had and the gradual progression of him taking his first step by defying his father is executed really well.
Like I said, I just struggled with the tone of the story when Rhys could only wait helplessly until Mirrin comes back and several of his actions just feel like he succeeded pushing the issue completely out of his mind, what I what made me dislike the MC.
