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This story follows "Wishing Upon a Green Star", which doesn't exactly fit this site, but it is self contained and can be read on its own. If you wish to read the first part regardless, you can find it on my Literotica page here: https://www.literotica.com/authors/BoredInQuarantine

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Life was easier when you had a pretty face. It didn't matter whether you were highborn noble or a simple ragged wanderer when the entire room turned to stare upon your entrance. You could pick up women, strike better deals or even talk yourself out of trouble if you could muster a shiny-enough smile. Some people just had better luck then others in this way.

Kalver wasn't often the most handsome looking man in the room, but ever since his face got the makeover it was due at his birth, his own life just seemed a shade brighter. People tended to be more willing to pay him for a job, more apologetic when something went awry, more keen to start a conversation. But the most glaring difference must have been his luck with women.

Kalver´s previously non-existent romantic life had suddenly bloomed into proportions he would never have guessed before – which honestly meant it was about average. As if he was trying to catch-up on his wasted youth (though he was only in his twenties) he traveled the world, meeting new people, seeing great cities and sleeping in someone else´s bed every other week. But as time went on and every lover he took seemed to bring less excitement than the one before, it was becoming increasingly clear to him that his encounter with the Goddess also had a significant downside.

It would appear he had gained a fetish. And one exceptionally hard to fulfill at that.

It was a month ago that Kalver had visited the House of the Scarlet Rose. Though the tales spoken about the place didn't paint a good enough picture of the truth and he enjoyed his stay greatly, he was still leaving with his head down. You knew it was bad when the best and weirdest brothel in history could not satisfy your needs. Despite that, the women there were astonishing (and the giantess especially was worth every penny), which unfortunately meant he had spent there most of his savings that night.

The rain was picking up as he rushed into the little cave and dumped the small stack of firewood wrapped in his cloak. His clothes were slightly sodden, but that would be the least of their problems if they couldn't keep the fire burning during the night.

“That enough?" his client asked, finishing the meat they had just cooked on the fire an hour ago.

“Should be," he said. “There weren't many dry sticks left but we only need to keep the fire until morning"

They were in the middle of nowhere, more than a week of travel from the nearest town of Cassandra. His client needed to urgently get to the western coasts and for… personal reasons they couldn't use horses. Every carriage heading there was slow and they had to go around the mountain in the way so the best course of action was to take the shortcut through. Kalver just so happened to be the only one present who knew his way around and he needed to make money. Desperately.

He ditched his wet coat, spread it out so it would dry faster and started taking off his boots. They had blankets for sleeping so it wouldn't be a problem to get through the night in the cold cave. Better than the cold rain at least.

“You seem quite the survivalist," his client spoke again as she threw the bones of the turkey he had shot for them to the fire.

“I had spent some time in the wild."

“Alone?" she asked and coiled up closer to the fire.

“Yes, that's usually how it goes in the wild. You´re left alone to your own resources."

For a moment she looked like she wanted to say more, but then she looked into the fire instead, quiet. Meanwhile, Kalver got rid of every unnecessary damp piece of clothing and settled down on the blanket, feet towards the flames. There seemed to be tension in the air, so he decided to break the uneasy silence instead.

“You never told me why you need to travel to the western coasts so badly." Mainly because he never asked. He respected his clients´ privacy, but he figured they reached the point where this fell under the casual chit-chat.

“It´sss… personal."

So, he was wrong. He shook his head. “I´m not pressing. Just thought I could ease the mood a little."

Talassea shifted closer to the fire again. Cold-blooded as she was, nights up here in the mountains were tough on her. They essentially ended up pressed against each other as they slept, no room for privacy or sentiment in the wilds. Client´s safety was the only thing that mattered in the end. He could always charge her extra if he thought her requirements were unpleasant to him. He wouldn't.

She sighed and looked away before continuing: “It´s the dark lamias´ mating season."

That certainly did not help get rid of the awkwardness between them. He regretted his question.

She side-eyed him, probably gauging his reaction. “Go on. I see your curiosity. Ask away," she said in that odd south-east accent of hers. CH instead of K, problems with R, drawn out S and C… “I´m not normally this uneasy, you know? It's not like us to be shy."

“Ehm… soooo, is that like a once-a-year occasion?"

“Essentialy," she said. “The heat cycles do not match up with everyone. But the tradition says there´s a Fertility festival held in the late spring in Dorissa-Tessara. Children are banned from entering the temple during this time. There are dances, performers, ceremonies… people go there to socialize and then inevitably…"

Kalver stared mouth agape.

“Not in the public!" Talassea hissed. “But everybody knows what it is about. It is not a place known for modesty."

He let that hang in the air while he struggled not to say anything stupid. “Aaah, so that explains why you're in a rush. I wouldn't want to miss my one time in a year." Mainly, he thought, because he had been missing out on it for much longer. He didn't want to go back.

She nodded. “The festival should start in about a week and last a month. But most celebrations happen in the first two weeks. That's when most people have their cycles." She shifted around before she continued. She seemed distressed. “It's not like we can only do it once a year, could be whenever we feel like it. But the heat is unbearable. Weeks of constant urge and we´re not even fertile for most of it! Luckily."

“Well, a few more days and we´ll be halfway. We should make it in two weeks at worst if no complications arise. Ehm… I take it you're also part of this majority? If we´re lucky you might make it till your… cycle… starts."

“Too late for that," she said. “It started two days ago."

More awkwardness ensued.

“I… how long does it last? We could still make it if we sleep a few hours less. Or perhaps we could take the mountain range path instead of canyon…"

“It lasts three weeks for me usually. Anywhere from two weeks to a month. I wasted too much time trying to find a caravan on the last minute, but everyone said it's over a month's journey. Everyone willing to take a lamia anyway. I cannot ride a horse, so a guide through the mountains was my last chance. I should have made plans sooner."

“So, pardon my prying, but if it's so unbearable, why bother trying to reach Dorissa-Tessara? I understand that the real thing must have some charm to it, but we´re not exactly traveling in the safest conditions here. If it's so unbearable, can't you find a partner elsewhere? Or if you're not into other races aren't there any other lamias stuck out in the east? Ones that did not travel for the occasion?"

“Yesss. The married ones," she responded somberly. “And it's not that I´m not into other races either. Trust me, a lamia in heat doesn't differentiate. It's just… What do you know about dark lamias´ mating?"

“Nothing really," Kalver admitted. “I assumed it would be like with all other races."

“Well, it's not." She pulled her tail under her blanket and curled up tightly into a ball. “It's weird. And rough. And long. And I can't imagine anyone else agreeing to it."

“I think you're underestimating some people´s kinks. I've been to this one place…"

“I know what I am talking about. I have tried. Once. I have never felt so awkward and ashamed and so… vulnerable! I have never seen someone so repulsed!"

Kalver was silent for a moment, contemplating. He thought back to his own first time with the Green Goddess and he had to laugh. Internally.

“I've seen weirder."

Talassea gave him a look through her long, jet hair. He crossed his arms.

After a while she relented. She sat silent for a minute, then she wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, her front exposed to the fire.

“Did you know we have three breasts?"

Kalver lifted his eyebrows. He glanced to her tight tunic, and to the clear outline of two round shapes underneath it. “No you don't."

She gave him a brief victorious smile, before it quickly vanished again.

“I´m traveling with you for over a week, I think I would have noticed. To be honest, I´m kind of surprised you have them at all, given all the snake parts and such."

“Of course I do. I am not a naga."

Ah, so that's the difference!

“The other one is… it has a different purpose. It´s somewhere else."

Now he was interested. “A breast not meant for feeding babies?"

“Precisely. It is meant to feed our lovers." Another raised eyebrow. “The intercourse is… it´s long. It lasts for hours, sometimes the whole day. Or more, on rare occasions. Point is, no one could last that long, not without nutrition. And since the male is largely immobile, it is also the only way."

“Immobile? I know dark lamias are constrictors but I have never thought about its bondage applications."

“That's not it. During the mating… the man inserts himself completely into the woman."

“That's how it always works though, isn't it?"

“No. The male. Inserts. Literally."

For a while, Kalver was thinking silently, then his breath stopped as realization dawned.

Talassea turned away, facing the flames again. “See? I told you."

Kalver realized his eyes were probably the size of apples and quickly responded, failing to produce a coherent sentence: “No, I just…" He measured her size as calculations ran through his mind. “How?!"

“Female dark lamias are larger than other lamias, but the males are about the same. Like a human with lower body of a great snake. They are also significantly shorter in length and leaner than other lamias."

“It still doesn't make much sense. The amount of… everything needed to even make something like that possible is just… How would you accommodate a whole person and then…"

Talassea faced him again, that gloomy, tired look stronger than before. She seemed to be contemplating something before finally she let her blanket slide from her. She grabbed the edge of her long, red tunic and lifted it up, exposing herself to him.

“Disproportionate" didn't even begin to cover it. Her pink, swollen sex began around where a human´s should, but it was enormous. The vertical slit was easily as long as Kalver´s forearm and ran down below her hips, where her meter-wide serpent body started.

He just stared. He looked up to her face wanting to say something, ask her what was this supposed to mean, but he saw that look in her eyes again. That gloomy, ashamed, indescribable look, but this time its meaning seemed clear as day: Desperation.

“I… I didn't know it was that bad," Kalver murmured.

“It´s not normally this…" Talassea struggled, looking for the right word, “noticeable. The heat, it takes a toll." She let her tunic fall back down again and leaned onto her thick tail, trying to get closer to his eye level. It didn't work. “How long have you been alone, Kalver?"

“What?" Kalver spat.

“This mountain. No one knows any paths through here. No one ever goes here! How long have you been hiding out here?"

She was right of course: no one went into the mountain. Not that there was any particular reason not to, there just wasn't any reason to go. It was barren, a dead end. Nothing of value to find here. For most.

“I'm not hiding anywhere. I've spent some time out of civilization before, that's all."

“That's never all," she said. “There is always a reason. What have you been hiding from?"

“Nothing! Not anymore. It's just… thing were a little complicated for me for some time. I'm fine now. Or rather people are now fine with me, I guess."

She looked saddened. Only he couldn't tell whether it was because she pitied him, or that she didn't hear what she wanted to. She turned away.

“I am sorry, I shouldn't have pried. I just... hoped."

It clicked to him after a moment and he realized his mistake. Kalver shuffled over to sit by her and looked into her eyes. She was half lying down against her own tail and he still had to look up. Her “human" half far outmatched any human he ever saw. It looked more like a half-giant´s upper body stuck to a colossal snake tail. If she had legs instead, she would have been three meters tall at least.

“Talassea," he whispered. She peeked at him through the veil of her raven-colored mane, her gleaming, brown-red eyes betraying a spark of deep, uncontrolled lust. He stood on his knees to reach her face and she let him pull her into a kiss. She almost didn't let him go, her long, forked tongue arresting his own in a grip matching that of her coils, her arms firmly around his shoulders. She lowered him down onto his blanket again, slowly, leaning above him while they kissed. He felt her two, watermelon-sized breasts press him down against the ground, trapping him in her embrace better than her tail ever could.

She let go in the end and he stared at her enthralling face, curtains of her hair obscuring everything beyond her. Pearls of perspiration sparkled on her forehead, her hyperventilation rhythmically increasing and lowering the pressure of her bust.

“Are you sure about this?" she asked. “Do you know what you're getting into?"

“Yes," he blurted out confidently. She didn't need to be told twice.

She pulled him upright and enveloped him in her coils as she went about removing her tunic. He laid back against her smooth, hard, onyx scales and she pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her giant breasts bounced hypnotizingly, her large, black nipples drawing his attention like a magnet. Her deep brown skin was darkening towards her back, her arms and shoulders as black as her scales. Only the pink swelling of her sex stood out against her midnight body.

She leaned over him, beckoning him into another intense kiss. What she didn't account for was that Kalver´s brain had pretty much short-circuited at this point and like a true gentleman, he went straight for her boobs. It seemed to do the trick. Talassea bent over backwards upon the unexpected stimulus on her hypersensitive nipples as a hungry mouth latched on one, a greedy hand on another. They were far bigger than that of an ordinary human, easily as big as grapes, large areolas about the size of Kalver´s fist. For him it meant more area to explore and stimulate as he went about sucking it between his teeth, tongue flicking over the hard knob in rapid up-and-down motions. Given their sheer size, he half expected milk to come rushing out of them, but to his dismay, that didn't turn out to be the case. Not that he would let that discourage him from his efforts.

Meanwhile, his right hand played with her other breast, squeezing it as he could, the hard feeling of her erect nipple pressing against his palm. He placed his other hand on her hip, keeping her close as she swayed with his face submerged in her overabundant, soft fleshy pillows. Kalver then switched his attention to her other nipple as well, pinching and twisting it gently, listening to her moans echo in the gloomy, fire-lit cave. He felt her long tongue trace across his forehead, her wide hand caressing the back of his head and pressing him tighter to her.

They broke off in the end and simply stared at each other, their breaths fast and shallow, tying to keep up with their hearts´ beat. Outside it was dark already, the wind whipping the tree branches, raindrops hammering their tune against the rock.

And for miles around there was nobody but them.

Talassea broken the trance first and started tearing Kalver´s clothing. He quickly undid the buttons on his shirt before she could rip them off and she pulled him out of his trousers and underwear. He could feel her smooth scales sliding all over his body as she held him in her embrace. His rock-hard erection somehow became wedged between the coils of her tail as she slithered around him, feeling him over like she was measuring him, testing his muscles, his build. He became increasingly aware of her grinding motions and unable to stay motionless, he started thrusting between them, slowly. Dipping in and out of her grip, stimulating his rod with her body, he felt her soft flesh give way underneath the surface of glistening, hard scales.

She gradually unwrapped him as she twisted around him like a corkscrew, elevating his manhood to her face level in the process. She licked her lips, eyeing it like he was a prey to be swallowed. In a way he was.

She teased his tip with her tongue, flicking it like a snake on a prowl. He wandered whether she was tasting him or rather smelling him with it. Whatever it was, it seemed to send an ecstatic shiver down her spine, all fifteen meters of it, across the coils around his legs and to the tip of her tail. She was squeezing her eyes shut and when she opened them, she had the hungry gaze of a predator in them, her vertical pupils fixed on his penis.

She took it in her mouth suddenly, engulfing it whole like a snake swallowing it´s pray. Her inhumanly large head and mouth meant she could take all of him in at once while barely reaching her throat, because there was no way it had anything to do with his at least more than average length. At all!

He would have freaked out, had she not explained to him that only red and green lamias were venomous, the brown, golden and dark ones being constrictors. Of course, that would mean she could crush him like an overripe strawberry if she chose to but she hasn't so far shown any interest in doing so. He would have trusted her with his life (and in a way he was doing just that) and he barely knew her for more than a week. Traveling together reliant on each other leaves no room for doubt, no matter who is paying.

She encircled her tongue around his member, trapping it in a tight embrace as she began to suck. Her lips were sealed completely and her suction far stronger than he ever experienced with human, or many inhuman women, leaving his dick in a state of near vacuum. All remaining blood left his brain and came rushing down towards his groin, magnifying the pleasure he was receiving. The tongue didn't stay motionless either. Talassea was moving it up and down his shaft, alternately applying and releasing pressure by flexing its muscles. She was effectively masturbating him inside of her mouth without even using her hands.

Speaking of hands, she had hugged her oversized arms around his waist, pressing her face deeper into his crotch as if attempting to take him into her throat. A seemingly futile effort but it didn't prove fruitless in the end after she opened her mouth wider and took his balls into it as well. She used the tips of her tongue to massage them and lick them all over, squeezing them with its coils encircled around them. Kalver was so breathless he almost didn't notice his tip bump into a wall in the back of her throat. It didn't seem to make her flinch. Should have figured snakes wouldn't have a gag reflex.

He grabbed her head, digging his fingers into her rich black mane as he approached release. He tried to warn her, tapping her on the head or shoulder and whispering her name: “Talas...sea…" but she didn't stop. In fact, she seemed to try harder to make him cum, wrapping her mouth tight around the base of his cock and renewing her suction, her tongue slipping into a fit of jerking back-and-forth motions.

She looked up at him with those brown-red, slitted eyes and he came. Hard.

He exploded into her mouth like a breached dam, flooding her throat with a deluge of hot sperm, which would have made any other woman he met choke and spit out. She swallowed it down effortlessly in a few long gulps, a stoic expression framing her face. Not a moan escaped her, just deep rhythmic breaths.

She didn't ease on the suction as she withdrew, slowly, cleaning his shaft and draining him of any remaining cum. His legs gave out. He stayed bent over her head as she supported him with her tail, then calmly she let him slump down to the ground. His chest rose with heavy breaths as he recuperated.

“I tried to stop you," Kalver said, finally.

“I didn't want to."

“I´m sorry. You didn't get much out of this."

That's fine," she said. “The night is still long. We can go right ahead."

“I am afraid we humans don't work like that," he said looking at his softening dick.

“We work like that. Let me show you."

She took his hand and lifted him up effortlessly. He was standing on her thick serpent body now, which meant he was about in level with her. Her magnificent slit presented itself right before him in arm´s reach.

“Do you still want to do this?" she asked.

“Yes" was the obvious answer. Kalver might have been soft but he was still incredibly aroused, the prospect of what awaited him should he continue was simply too hard to resist. He wanted Talassea to feel what she had done for him, wanted to repay the favor. He wanted to make love to her, desperately! But his desire was one thing and his body´s willingness was another. He told her as much.

“Don't worry about that," she said. “I am equipped to deal with that. You'll see."

He decided to push his worries aside and simply trust her with this. He nodded.

A warm smile spread across her face before it was overtaken by lust again. She reached her hand down to her colossal lips and parted them, revealing a wide tunnel below. It truly resembled a human vagina, only much bigger and the “passage" was leading down instead of up. There was something like a giant clitoral hood visible inside, beneath the labia (a weird placement) but other than that there was nothing further he could see. Yet.

She held his hand as he stepped inside. The soft, moist, puffy walls parted without force, spreading aside for him to enter. It felt warm in there which surprised him a little, though he felt stupid for it. Cold blooded didn't mean cold. Talassea helped him put in his other leg and he sank down to his hips right away, which got a soft moan out of her.

He was hugging her waist at this point, his hands barely meeting on the other side. She put her big hand down on his head and stroked it like he was a kitten. He looked up to her lust-ridden face and knew she was waiting. He let go and carefully slid his hand in at his sides. Talassea straightened her serpent body further, which made him drop deeper into the fleshy hole until his shoulders stopped him. He couldn't move at this point, her tight walls enveloping him completely, trapping him like straitjacket, a fly stuck in a spider web.

A mouse about to be swallowed whole.

It was already different than with the Goddess. Hers was a wide passage he dived in head first. Then a wide bubble of space, illuminated by green, star-like freckles. This was more like a coffin. A claustrophobic's night terror. He was slowly sinking deeper and deeper down fully at her mercy. He tried to move around his legs and arms and found that although the walls gave way upon pressure, which elicited a series of long, hiss-like moans from Talassea, they pushed back when he let go so he was pretty much stuck.

And…

He liked it.

He watched for her expressions. He must have looked terrified, since he saw hesitation, unsureness written all over her smooth, dark face. He smiled at her, showing that he trusted her. That was all the reassurance she needed. She returned her smile and pushed the rest of him in, with her hand on his head.

Lights shut off when her lips closed behind him. A small opening remained, through which fresh air was flowing but he was now completely inside her. It was dark, warm and humid. Somehow it was reminiscent of the warm sleeping bags used by the mountaineers that he wanted to buy before he spent all his savings chasing fantasies. An arousing tang hanged in the air which made him even more wanting then before. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He felt around with his hands, fighting the compressing flesh all around him, but soon gave up as it proved too taxing.

After a while his eyes began to adjust to the dark and he saw a little. He knew he shouldn't be seeing anything, yet somehow, he could make out the reddish pink outlines of his surroundings. Like when you press your fingertips against a lantern, he could see some semblance of a glow coming through.

First thing he noticed was his face was practically pressed right against the great clitoral hood he saw before. It was as long as his forearm, as thick as his thigh and the round, bulbous shape protruding from under it was as big as his head. He shuffled a little to slide down so he could inspect it more closely and found it wasn't a clitoris at all.

It was a breast.

A round nipple was decorating the tip of the clit-like mammary, its flesh pink and gleaming with moisture like every surface around him. It was smaller than Talassea´s other boobs but still exceptionally large by human standards.

He was tempted to lick it, to take it into his mouth but as he slid down, he came across an odd, out of place sensation around his crotch area. Kalver inspected it with his hand, bringing it around to it and found a small, tight, vertical opening in the soft flesh. He reached into the slit with his finger, tried to push away the pink walls so he could witness it.

Talassea appeared to have sensed his intention and straightened her long body even more, allowing him to fall deeper into her, until he was facing the strange orifice. He was surprised how deep it went, though if it was to accommodate a male lamia, he guessed it was probably still a long way down beneath him.

When he Kalver noticed the orifice, he was immediately reminded of the Goddess and how he gave her a child in exchange for his face. The similarities were undeniable. It looked like a human vagina, except there was no clitoris, no clitoral hood and no outer labia. The two pink lips puffed out seductively and upon parting revealed an incredibly tight, forward-facing tunnel.

He tried licking the opening lightly and felt Talassea shudder. That was all the cue he needed and he dug his face into it, slithering his tongue as deep as it got. He managed to bring his arm towards it and spread it wide open, swearing he could see her cervix at the far end of the hole. He stuck in two fingers throwing subtlety out the window and thrusted and licked and pulled open her inner sex as much as he could, trying to make her cum just with his hands and tongue.

Kalver tried to put in a third finger but could only manage two, the slit simply being too tight for more. After a while he felt a strange sensation as she contracted the muscles in her passage, as if somehow attempting to swallow his fingers. He found he could not pull them out, a powerful suction trapping them in place. He felt waves passing through the tunnel, every contraction drawing him deeper, trying to milk his fingers dry.

He eventually started running out of breath. Kalver kicked around to gain elevation, but to no apparent result and was slipping into panic. An idea occurred to him to pinch her, but before he had to resort to that, Talassea had sensed his distress and squeezed the muscles around him and brought him back up to her entrance where fresh air was flowing in through the opening.

He was starting to get hard again but his member still refused to cooperate. The breast was pressing right to his face again except this time he was holding his hand up next to it. He touched it. It was soft, jiggly and velvety smooth like any breast, but moist and somehow raw looking, soaked in Talassea´s fluids as much as he and everything around him. A drop of liquid collected at its nipple, rich and white and enticing. Squirming inside her walls, he burned much of his energy and ironically, he felt parched. He was sweating all over and at that moment he felt glad she was cold blooded, because if it was to be as hot in there as inside a human body, he would have got a heat stroke by now.

Carefully he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. I was… great. Delicious! A pleasant warmth spread around him as the liquid flowed into his stomach. He latched onto the nipple reflexively and drank, cucking and squeezing out the rejuvenating liquid. At first it was coming out slowly, drop by drop, then after a while a steady stream of milk was filling his mouth.

His strength replenished in mere moments. Again, his mind ventured back to the Goddess and how she nursed him back to capability. Except her milk had a soothing, relaxing effect upon him. Talassea´s has lit a fire inside him!

Along with his strength, Kalvers´s libido had also flared into new heights. His dick was hard as steel again and he was suddenly hyper-aware of the orifice pressing against it. He reached down to it with his left hand still pressed firmly against his thighs and inserted himself in.

It was even tighter than he assumed. With the surrounding walls squeezing him, he was forced in to the base, his hips pressing against the surrounding flesh. He tried to pull away by pushing against it with his thighs, then slamming back in as the walls returned into their natural position. The tactic proved efficient, so he continued wiggling inside Talassea like a fish on land, somehow eliciting another array of shudders from her.

His mouth hadn't left her breast as he humped her inner vagina, the sex milk fueling his lust like whale oil tossed into a fire. The hard nipple in his mouth was wet and sensitive and strangely reminiscent of a clitoris. He tried biting it softly which seemed to have an ecstatic effect on Talassea as another pleasure-wave rippled through the length of her body. He flicked his tongue over it as he suckled on her and contemplated whether she felt more pleasure from his member or his mouth.

After a while, he started feeling resistance around his penis and pulling out was becoming harder. He wasn't getting tired; the milk ensured his strength was not wavering during the act. Talassea´s inner vagina was tightening upon pullout, creating sucking sensation not dissimilar to that of her mouth. He felt swaying motions around him, massaging his dick even if he wasn't moving. Every withdrawal became harder and harder, her vertical lips sealed tight, creating a vacuum inside the orifice until he couldn't pull out at all. He stayed there unmoving, getting his penis massaged by the rhythmic motions of her hungry pussy.

She was sucked onto him tight, like he was onto her breast. He was in her to the base of his cock, his tip pressing against her cervix every time she convulsed, milking him further and further of his pre cum. It felt incredible. He laid there with his eyes closed as he couldn't see much anyway, trapped inside her and unable to move, unable to resist. The warm embrace of her moist flesh hugging him from all around at once, his face pressed into her breast like it was a soft and smooth pillow. He didn't have to move at all, even if he could, as her pussy continued to milk him, caressing his shaft and draining his balls endlessly, the heavenly warmth of her milk spilling inside of him ensuring he could take it all.

It was bliss made material.

Kalver had no notion of how long had he been there, caressed and milked with no end and thrusting absentmindedly every now and then, but eventually not even Talassea´s milk could delay the inevitable and he felt his orgasm approach. It had been building up for eternity, a familiar, intense feeling gathering within his groin for what felt like hours. He could feel every bump, every fold of her love tunnel rubbing against his manhood, the sensation enhanced tenfold by the aphrodisiac liquid flowing through him. It was the most intimate experience he could ever imagine.

It didn't take much more of the sensual massaging and draining from her pussy to bring him to the edge. Kalver started thrusting involuntarily as the quivering climax hit him for the second time that night. Despite that it wasn't weaker than the first.

It wasn't even comparable.

His entire body shook as he came, stimulating Talassea´s chamber like a giant dildo. He bit down on her breast by accident, and she shook with him before the flood gates in his nethers opened and a tidal wave of cum spilled into her depths. It didn't stop for half a minute, the sex-milk making his balls overproduce along with his heightened libido. He was sure it must overflow but the endless spurts of sperm kept disappearing, sucked up somewhere through Talassea´s cervix and into her womb.

The suction didn't stop when he was done and continued to drain his oversensitive penis dry for minutes after the fact. He squirmed in pain and pleasure from the stimulation overload until she slowly released her vacuum grip and he was able to pull free.

He spent another eternity catching his breath and miraculously didn't fall asleep. After he regained his senses however, he found that he was still fully hard. After all that, his mouth still haven't left her nipple, the milk dripping over his lips as he continued to suckle inadvertently.

Talassea must have lowered herself down to her usual “standing" height as he suddenly found himself in a sitting position, his legs bending where her tail touched the ground. As she did, his erection had slipped inside her waiting hole again, and another shudder ran through her body, indicating she wasn't at all satisfied. Kalver improvised a little and tried thrusting into her again from his new sitting position. He deduced, despite his clouded mind, that it either took her time to get the muscles around his member to work, or she was simply too exhausted to pull it off right again. He didn't complain either way as he was more than eager to return the favor now. He rocked back and forth in quick, short humping motions, plunging into her depths like a woodpecker drilling into a tree.

A hand reached down from above through her colossal lips and rested on his head. Talassea´s touch had torn him from his trance and he leaned back into her, resting his head in her palm while she caressed him tenderly. But then she pressed his face into her breast, her hand trembling as her nipple slipped back between his teeth and he pressed it between them. Her hand let go of him when he didn't show resistance and instead grabbed the breast, forcefully squeezing it and flooding his mouth with her replenishing nectar. He drank from her until he couldn't breathe and pushed himself free, spilling milk all over his face. Her hand immediately took his place, toying with her nipple, pinching and flicking it like it was a clitoris and, judging by her intense quivering, felt the part too.

She went about it for a while, circling over her clit-nipple with her fingers, milk dripping down her breast and spraying everywhere. When she was done, she stayed unmoving, the rhythmic swaying of Kalver´s surroundings betraying her heavy breathing. She collected drops of her milk on her finger and brought it to his lips. He sucked it clean of it, swallowing more than he needed. His mouth lingered longer, running his tongue up and down her finger, not wanting to let the piece of her go. When he finally did, her hand moved to stroke his face and gently cup and pull on his cheek. He was losing himself in her touch as she ran her long fingers through his soaked hair, collecting drops of her love juices squeezed from his mane. She patted him one last time and before she withdrew, she thrust his head back onto her breast, urging him to continue before her hand vanished back beyond her meaty lips.

Amidst all the intimacy, Kalver never noticed he had stopped fucking Talassea, nor did he know when had she started sucking him again, her tunnel squeezing over his penis like a sensual massage. He picked up his pace and returned to suckling on her as he pictured her licking her pussy juices of of her hand.

His world spun and his position changed again as Talassea shifted around, finding new pose in which to feel him. His legs were straight again and judging by the giant breast pressing over his face, he concluded she laid down. He didn't know if on her back or belly as he had no sense of up and down. Direction had become obsolete, a concept as distant as stars, something he no longer needed to worry about.

He resumed his efforts to make her cum, only the grip of her pussy has grown too strong for him to move significantly. He was again unable to withdraw, only slightly change the depth to which he reached. The vacuum trap of her tunnel was draining him too intensely and Kalver´s entire body convulsed and shook as he came a third time.

He couldn't tell how much he came, since every drop was absorbed by Talassea´s insatiable hole. She didn't give hime a breather this time and continued to milk him relentlessly even after his orgasm ceased, making him squirm with uncomfortable levels of stimulation. He hadn't softened at all, her the effects of her milk keeping him erect despite the protests of his body. All clarity was erased from his mind, an impenetrable fog of lust overrunning his senses, telling him that only one thing mattered.

His hips ceased to obey, quivering in involuntary humping motions. Spikes of pleasure from Talassea´s pussy made his pelvis move every minute without consulting with his brain. He stopped noticing changes in position, his mind alternating between thrusting and suckling, the only things that brought pleasure to him, to her.

He almost cried out when another orgasm washed over him, but his throat wouldn't listen. He barely noticed the unstoppable suction anymore, sex only a secondary problem somewhere in the back of his mind. Klaver last conscious act remaining was suckling on her breast, the rejuvenating liquid being the only thing keeping him moving. With each subsequent climax his attention wavered until even the flow of the milk became but a distant sensation, his body slipping entirely out of his control.

After about seven, his memory betrayed him too.

***

Kalver woke up feeling absolutely dead. Well, closest to it he could imagine. His everything hurt. His eyes wouldn't focus, his joints refused to move and his chest could barely draw breath and it wasn't because of the giant black snake tail pinning him to the ground.

He shuffled around trying to slide from under it and as he did, Talassea got herself up and looked him over. She was clearly more awake than him, immediately lifting her tail from Kalver and rushing to help him stand.

“Ah, you´re awake! How… how are you feeling?"

After several coughs his throat finally budged and he managed to respond: “I have been worse. Better too… I think. What happened?"

“What do you remember?"

“I remember... most of it, or so I thought." He looked up to face her and that was when he realized they were both still naked. More so, he was covered from head to toe in remnants of last night´s escapade and he would be a liar if he said he minded either of those.

“I had brought water from the pond," she said as she motioned to the two full waterskins lying to the side of them. “I tried to clean you up but you kept twitching every time and I didn't want to wake you. You were completely passed out when I was… sssatisfied. You looked so tired and so peaceful and you needed to rest and… My gods, Kalver, I am sorry, I should never have persuaded you into this!"

She looked so worried he almost forgot how distant she seemed the last night. Just yesterday he would have believed her immune to something like this, so impenetrable was her facade of quiet stoicism that her sudden care and guilty expression almost seemed like another woman entirely. And despite that he felt like he knew her better than anyone.

“I ssshouldn´t hope you will ever forgive me."

She had turned away from his and couldn't see the corners of his mouth twitch.

“You draw out your S-esss when you're nervousss."

She turned to him, blinking. “What?"

“It's really cute."

Her look was equal parts shocked and hopeful. He walked closer as he slowly took her hand and noticed the glimmer of tears in her eyes. In her beautiful, slitted, red-brown eyes. She leaned above him and they kissed again, her forked tongue reaching around his as they danced together to the rhythm of their heartbeats. He probably still tasted of sex and she didn't seem to mind, her enthusiasm easily matching his own.

“You… you didn't think that… you enjoyed it?" she asked when they broke off.

“Yes."

“And you didn't think that it was…"

“Weird? Yes. But in the best way possible."

“…Disgusting."

“No! Gods, Talassea, you're not disgusting! You're the most beautiful and extraordinary woman I have ever met! And that's honestly saying something."

“So, you weren't just doing it for the hell of it? For me?"

“No," he said. “But for you, anything!"

They stood for gods know how long staring at each other as only stray rays of sunlight entering the cave illuminated them, the small campfire long since extinguished. In the daylight she was even more enchanting, all colors of her dark body now in detail, transitioning from deep brown to pitch black. Her jet hair and onyx scales reflecting light like drops of dew in morning grass.

“What time is it?" he asked.

“Noon."

“Noon!? I have slept till noon and you were hesitant to wake me? I was planning to reach the canyon by today! Ouch, my body aches all over. Heh. I guess it truly must have been something last night that I am still tired now.

“You only slept for six hours. You should take your time before we go anywhere and eat up. There is still some leftover turkey from yesterday in the bag.

“Six hours!? You mean… We started this at dusk! You´re saying we have been at it until morning?"

“Yes," Talassea confirmed in low voice. She was probably ashamed again. “I told you. It sometimes takes the entire day. Were lucky it is still Saturday noon."

Kalver sat back onto the blanket running calculations through his head. “Oh, wow."

“I don't think you are in a shape to go anywhere now. Here," she said and brought one of the waterskins to his mouth. He drank like he spent a week in desert, only stopping when he had to take a breath.

“Wow, that was a lot," Talassea gasped holding a deflated, half empty waterskin, puzzled all that water had fit into him. “You should get yourself cleaned up. The pond isn't far. I say it will be easier to take a quick trip rather than waste these. We would have to take a detour to refill them anyway."

He considered that for a moment then resigned and nodded. There was a poorly hidden subtext in her words. She didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry whatsoever.

“I guess we probably aren't making it in time," she commented.

“I guess we aren't," he agreed.

Neither of them minded.