Ingrid woke to the sound of muffled, desperate noises. Hisses, groans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Ingrid’s eyes snapped open immediately. The cave was dimmer; only the residual glow of the system interface and the faint bioluminescence of some cave moss lit the space. Lysander was on his knees a few metres away, head bowed, entire body jerking in short, violent spasms. His neck and upper chest had gone a deep, alarming red. The black rot was visibly receding in places, but the red looked almost worse.
"Lysander?"
No answer, just another strangled hiss. She pushed herself up, coat slipping off one shoulder, and took a cautious step closer. Then she saw exactly what his hands were doing.
Both of his hands were wrapped around his cocks. Plural.
Two thick, ridged shafts jutted from the slit in his lower abdomen, already slick and leaking. The upper one was slightly longer, the lower one thicker, both a deep flushed green-gold that darkened toward the tips. Precum beaded and dripped in steady strands onto the floor. His scaled hands stroked them in rough, frantic unison, hips stuttering forward like he couldn’t stop.
Ingrid’s brain blue-screened. ’You fucking... Two?! He has two?!’
{He’s a snake beastman, not a human,} Lorna said, sounding entirely too pleased. {Hemipenes are standard equipment. Congrats, you hit the jackpot. Also, the aphrodisiac side-effect of the herbs is in full swing. He’s going to keep getting weaker the longer he stays unrelieved. Do something before he passes out or the rot rebounds.}
’How the hell am I supposed to take care of two of those?!’ Ingrid whispered hysterically. ’They’re huge! Bigger than my ex-husband’s entire personality!’
{No time for existential dick crisis! Since it’s clear you don’t want to have sex with him after all the excuses you inwardly gave, you have other options. Mouth, tits, thighs, hands, pussy, pick a combination and go!}
The red flush on Lysander’s neck pulsed darker. His purple eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, tongue flickering rapidly. He looked like he was drowning in sensation. Ingrid’s remaining minutes of courage ran out. She yanked the coat off, tossed it aside, and stepped into the circle of heat radiating off him.
"Hey. Lysander. Look at me."
His head jerked up. The moment their eyes met, something in him snapped. He surged forward on his knees, catching her waist with surprising gentleness for a man currently jacking two cocks, and crushed his mouth to hers.
"Hmph!" Ingrid’s yell was muffled by his kiss. His tongue was longer than any human’s, forked, and it immediately mapped the inside of her mouth like it was claiming territory. Ingrid made a helpless noise and grabbed his shoulders for balance. The dual shafts pressed hot and wet against her soft stomach, leaving sticky trails.
When he finally pulled back enough to breathe, she managed, "A... Are you okay?"
However, Lysander didn’t respond, he just kept on humping her, his two dicks moving up and down in similar fashion.
{ Once he’s in this kind of state, he won’t be able to talk to anyone. The only thing on his mind now is how to relieve himself. } Lorna explained. { He’s no more than a beast in heat currently. You can’t talk to him. }
Ingrid glanced back at Lysander, he was biting his lips so hard that his fangs were beginning to pierce through. She immediately placed a chubby finger on the part he bit.
"Stop biting yourself, okay?" Ingrid spoke in the softest voice possible. Even if in the end, she had to use her body to gratify him, it would at least be on her terms. She won’t let him just use her like that. And besides, she wanted to study his two pieces of equipment slowly and naturally. If he eventually remembered what happened, he wouldn’t blame her at all.
"I’m going to help you, okay? Just... Let me. I won’t hurt you."
Lysander nodded once, dazed, and let her guide him to sit back against the cave wall. Ingrid dropped to her knees between his spread thighs and took a second to just... stare.
Two cocks. Both heavy, both leaking, both twitching with every breath he took. The upper one curved slightly toward his navel; the lower one pointed more directly at her face. Ridges ran along the undersides in neat rows. The tips were tapered enough that she could probably take them, but the midsections looked like a challenge.
"Okay," she muttered to herself. "One at a time. Or both. God help me."
She wrapped one hand around the thicker lower shaft and the other around the longer upper one. Her fingers didn’t fully meet. Lysander’s entire body shuddered. A low, continuous hiss rolled out of his chest.
Ingrid leaned in and licked a broad stripe up the underside of the upper cock. The taste was musky, slightly sweet from the herb residue, and very, very male. She opened her mouth wider and took the tip in, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge just beneath the head.
Lysander’s hips jerked. One scaled hand landed in her hair, as she started bobbing. She stroked the second cock in time with her mouth, twisting her wrist on the upstroke the way she remembered her ex had liked. In the past, her stupid ex husband had talked about how good her blowjobs usually were.
And from what was happening now, Lysander seemed to like it a lot more. Good, she hasn’t lost her touch yet.
"Fuck..." The word came out half-hiss, half-growl. "Your mouth..."
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip. "Both at once is going to be a problem for my jaw, so we’re improvising."
She pushed her heavy breasts together, trapping both cocks between them but then, she returned her mouth to the longer one while they were still in the middle of her boobs. The dual sensation made Lysander’s head roll back. His free hand came up to squeeze one of her breasts, thumb brushing over the nipple until it peaked hard.
Ingrid moaned around the cock in her mouth. The vibration made him curse again. She worked both shafts with everything she had, tongue, lips, the soft give of her cleavage, the steady pump of her hand when one started to slip free. Precum leaked constantly, coating her chin, her tits. He came the first time with almost no warning.
The upper cock pulsed hard against her tongue and flooded her mouth with thick, slightly sweet ropes. She swallowed as much as she could, coughing on the overflow that spilled down her chin. At the same time the lower one jerked between her breasts and painted her cleavage and collarbones in long white stripes.
Lysander’s whole body went rigid, then sagged. The red flush on his neck lightened by a shade, but he was still hard. Both of them.
{Again,} Lorna said, almost gentle for once. {He’s not done. The aphrodisiac is still burning through him.}
Ingrid wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looked at the two still-rigid, still-leaking cocks, and decided dignity was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
She signed and fully took off the small clothes she was wearing, revealing her entire body to him. Ingrid’s thighs were slick with her wetness already.
She slowly eased herself down, straddling one of his thighs so the soft flesh of her thighs pressed against both dicks. Then she rolled her hips, using her thigh and the weight of her body to create friction. One hand stayed wrapped around the upper cock, stroking; the other braced on his chest for balance.
Lysander’s hands clamped onto her hips hard enough to leave marks. He thrust up against her thigh with short, desperate rolls, the ridges dragging deliciously against her skin. Every time the heads nudged against the soft underside of her breast or the fold of her stomach she felt a fresh spurt of precum smear across her.
"Ingrid..." Her name came out broken. "I need..."
"I know. I’ve got you."
She continued stroking the upper cock and grinding on the other one. The dual stimulation was almost too much for him. His hips shook and the second orgasm hit him harder. He hissed and came in thick pulses down her hands while the second cock pulsed under her thighs. She did this for a few more times until the redness around his body slowly dissipated.
After a few hours of doing this, the system gave a loud ’Ding’ in Ingrid’s ears.
{ MISSION COMPLETE: SEXUAL GRATIFICATION OF DESIGNATED MATE ACHIEVED. ROT STABILISED. TIMER REMOVED. CONGRATULATIONS HOST, YOU HAVE COMPLETED YOUR MISSION! }