Chapter 360: You Love Being My Little F-

I feel like I’m everywhere at once, which, considering I’m a giant winged slime snake currently railing a dark elf in six places simultaneously, tracks.

Her moans get louder, more frantic, muffled wet sounds around my cock mixing with the obscene slap and squelch of her cunt taking two things at once. Her tits bounce in rhythm with the thrusting, nipples still wrapped tight in slime tendrils that squeeze every few seconds, and her whole body’s trembling now, close, I can tell, the way her inner walls start fluttering harder around me.

"Gonna cum?" I ask, pulling my cock out of her mouth just enough to let her answer.

"Yes, yes, Matt, please, don’t stop, I’m so close," she gasps, voice broken and desperate, drool and slime smeared down her chin and neck.

I pick up the pace. Both cocks thrusting harder now, tendril in her ass matching speed, the one teasing her clit pressing down firm and circling fast. Her whole body goes rigid, back arching off the bed as much as her bound wrists allow, and she screams.

Actually screams my name this time, no stumbling, no "m-master," just raw sound ripped out of her throat as she comes apart underneath me.

Her cunt clamps down so hard around my cock and the tendril both that I nearly lose it right there, but I hold off, riding her through the orgasm, slow deep thrusts drawing it out, feeling her shudder and twitch with every wave. The tendril in her ass stays steady, not stopping, dragging a second smaller aftershock moan out of her that’s almost a sob.

"Fuck, Lyra," I groan, because watching her unravel like that, covered head to toe in my slime, stuffed full in every hole, tits still bouncing with the aftershocks. That’s a sight I’m definitely cataloguing permanently.

She’s panting hard, chest heaving, eyes half-closed and dazed, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips even through the exhaustion. "Don’t you dare stop," she manages, voice hoarse. "I want more."

Like I was gonna stop anyway. My body’s still throbbing, both cocks nowhere near done, and the hum building low in my chest starts up without me even noticing. Tuneless, mindless, the sound I make when I’m either happy or about to do something monumentally stupid.

I press my cock back into her mouth, slow this time, giving her a second to catch her breath between gasps, while down below I start moving again, slime tightening around her wrists and ankles just a little more. Not painful, just possessive. Mine. Every inch of her coated in me, filled by me, claimed.

She moans around my cock, muffled and needy, hips already rocking back against the thrusts on their own, like her body already knows there’s a long way to go before either of us is satisfied tonight.

My twin cocks erupted from the slime-mass between my scales, both veined and glistening, one fat and blunt, the other slightly curved and ridged. No teasing. I lined them up and slammed both home at once, thick head spearing her dripping cunt while the other forced past the tight ring of her asshole. Lyra’s whole body jerked, a muffled scream vibrating around my mouth-tendril.

Her cunt clamped down like a velvet fist, hot and rippling, while her asshole spasmed and sucked me deeper, burning stretch turning to slick, greedy heat.

Holy shit, she’s perfect. Every squeeze of her holes sent sparks up my spine. I could feel every flutter, every clench, the way her body fought and then yielded.

I started thrusting hard, relentless, the wet slap of my slime against her skin filling the room. Each drive bottomed out, my lower cock grinding against what I knew were her sensitive walls while the upper one battered her cervix.

My tendrils thickened around her wrists and ankles, holding her immobile as her hips bucked uselessly. More smaller tendrils slithered up from me. One wrapped her throat in a gentle choke, another flicked her swollen clit in rapid circles. A third teased her nipples, pinching and tugging until they stood stiff and aching.

"Take it," I growled through our connection. "Your greedy cunt and tight little hole were made for my cocks. Look at you, drooling around my tentacle while both holes get wrecked. You love being my fucktoy, don’t you?"

Lyra’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she nodded frantically around my thick intrusion. The stretch burned so good through our bond that I could feel it myself now, the double fullness making me push deeper still with every thrust. I could hear the filthy squelch of our juices mixing through a dozen sensory tendrils simultaneously.

My pace turned savage as I fucked what was mine entirely now, hips snapping in rhythm with all my other movements working in perfect sync against every part of this woman who belonged to me completely.

"Gonna fill you up," I hissed through our connection as we moved toward climax together now completely intertwined physically mentally spiritually all one system now pumping both holes full until she’d be leaking my cum for days come on my cocks Lyra now right fucking now with me

Later, I rested beside her with the new wings folded neatly away. She drew slow shapes against my neck while I listened to the quiet instead of planning the next spectacle.

There was no automatic reward for saying goodbye. My EXP stayed at zero of two hundred thousand, and my IP stayed at four hundred thirty-five, neither number important enough to interrupt her.

When she fell asleep, I remained beside her until the ordinary morning noise began below us.

Harden’s message arrived before breakfast, demanding a private meeting at the berth before our departure. He offered a promise that he would leave the women alone, followed by a warning about what might happen if I refused to help him recover his losses.

I read it twice, then told Lyra I was going downstairs and that I wasn’t going to give him the answer he wanted.