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Space was a vast, beautiful place full of mystery and secrets, but there was far too little sex in it. At least, that was how Jshara was starting to feel after weeks of chaste travel towards their destination. The old cargo ship ran just fine with a skeleton crew of two, but that meant the naturally muscular sangheili was left staring out towards the stars, considering the shapeliness of the constellations as he rubbed at particularly persistent bulge in his pants. The isolation was getting to him. Just a little.

Not that he was entirely alone. As he was swiftly reminded when the other half of the crew came sliding in, completely unannounced. The violet naga always moved so quietly, slithering along on his outstretched coils, it was near impossible to hear him approaching. Jshara hastily stopped rubbing himself, and crossed a leg over the other as best he could to hide his suggestive appearance.

"Monty," Jshara acknowledged, striking the most conspicuously inconspicuous pose imaginable.

"Um, hello captain. Just here with a couple reports. Spoilers: everything's fine." Montiga cast him a sideways glance, picking up on the obvious hints that he was hiding something.

"Right, good. Just leave those on my desk, will you? I'll look at them later."

"Am I... interrupting something?" A smirk spread across the naga's lips.

"Not at all."

"Oh, Jshara." He slithered around front of the captain's seat, giving him a closer look, bobbing back and forth on his coils. "If you're going crazy you can ask me for help with that, you know."

The alien looked down at the poorly-concealed bulge he was sporting. His pose wasn't really doing much to hide it, so he just uncrossed his legs again, revealing the distinct outline of his arousal. He shrugged.

"It's been weeks. Not a stop, not a colony in sight. I felt strange asking you. We've known each for so long. It'd be like asking a brother."

"We don't even have the same amount of legs," Montiga teased. "I could hardly be your brother."

"Metaphorically speaking! You know." Jshara thumped his chest a few times with a fist. "Brothers. Together in the great void."

"Ohhh. Of course. Now, do you want my help or not?" Montiga planted his hands on his hips and gave a little swish of his tailtip.

"And what do you get out of this?" Jshara was skeptical that even a close friend would offer assistance so readily.

"A little release of my own, hopefully." Montiga made a grand sweeping gesture downwards, to where a bulge atop his coils pushed out. His uniform went down far enough to cover it up, but it wasn't exactly hidden. Just slightly more decent.

Jshara chuckled, and just stretched back in his seat, spreading his legs, giving himself a rub, trying to get comfortable. He simply was going to until that zipped was down, but thankfully the naga's deft hands were upon it in moments. Which brought a gasp from the alien, not quite ready for it after being so pent up for so long. It was enough that he gave a gasp, as if startled, bucking his hips uncontrollably just once before he got a handle on himself.

He was still reflecting on their long professional relationship and how it had made the leap to something more intimate so quickly. It was one thing to just get down and dirty with some strangers in a colony bar, or some anonymous crewman he had only just met. Even outside the species. But Montiga, they had travelled long enough to together that he might have called it more than just coworkers. Companions, perhaps? Or just friends.

Either way, he was soon forgetting all about that when the sweet touch of another creature's fingers upon his cock finally came to him. That alone was sweet relief in itself. He caught his breath and basked in just how soothing it was to be pleasured, even slightly, by someone other than himself.

"Mmmf. I am in dire need. Would it make it hotter for you if I said it was the captain's orders to suck me absolutely dry?"

"What gross misuse of your authority," Montiga teased back, but he was already unzipping those pants, pulling the sangheili's cock free to squeeze firmly in both hands. One near the base, massaging at his balls, the other up near the tip, flicking a thumb against the slit until it produced pre for him. "And if I successfully manage to drain these balls of yours, then I get to take you for a ride. Does that sound fair?"

Jshara grunted, which was about as close to agreement as the naga was going to get. Such a deal meant he got to get sucked off before anything else happened, so that was good enough for him, in his present state of urgency. His solid cock stood tall, dripping lewdly in Montiga's grip, veins bulging with just how hard it was throbbing. It was beyond just need at that point. As unlikely as he was to admit it, it was desperation, and just watching that snake flicking out his forked tongue, giving those sultry hisses down between his spread thighs, was nearly enough to make him blow his load then and there.

It clearly wasn't the first cock Montiga had ever tended to. He took such care with it, treating it like some precious artifact, cupping those fat, smooth balls and rolling them in his fingers while he lightly caressed his tongue against the shaft. Up and down, framing it beneath the forked tip, giving it just the slightest coating of naga drool as he teased it. Jshara responded with a solid flex of those many inches, giving a spurted gob of pre down onto the snake's snout, sharing his scent right along with his taste. Which Montiga was already getting plenty of as he worked that length in those tantalizingly slow strokes.

"Just... suck it already..." Jshara panted, those throbs starting to pass right up through his body as need permeated his entire being. "And make sure you mean it."

"Why captain, I would never falsely suck a cock. Much less yours!" Montiga put a hand to his chest, as if wounded by such words.

Yet the naga still moved with a deliberate lack of urgency, just to drive his longtime friend a little crazy. But he didn't want to test the captain's patience for too long, and soon he was sliding up to that leaking tip, wrapping his tongue around it before guiding it to his ready lips. The slick smack that came with the first smooth suck brought forth an extended sangheili moan to match, as Jshara just slumped back in his seat and let that wet snake mouth work its tingly magic. He didn't care who it was anymore - he was going to cum right between those fangs and he was going to do it soon.

Or so he thought anyway. Once that tongue was sliding down his shaft, smoothly follow by Montiga's mouth, he found himself wanting to hold on as long as possible. The slick, slightly cool confines of his maw, wrapped up snugly in that working, squeezing muscle, was so pleasant his goal shifted to keeping his cock inside of it for as long as possible. Just to savour in those muscular sucks and swallows, massaging him from tip to base in moments. It was no surprise that a snake could swallow with ease, but it was something else to feel it in action.

Though his command was limited, Jshara was starting to feel like a proper captain after a while of just being slowly savoured. Sucked like a king, as every inch disappeared between Montiga's lips, massaged all the way by that talented tongue. His balls were getting slick with the snake's wet attention working against them, kissing those orbs every time he pulled up and down on his captain's shaft. It was such a slow suck, but thorough, treating every single inch of his cock like it were as special as the rest, practically worshipping him.

"I never thought you had it in you to adore a dick like that," he mused.

Montiga gave a slow shrug, speaking with his mouthful, which added a wet, muffled tone to everything he said. "I reserve such treatment only for special dicks. You won't catch me worshipping just anyone's like this."

Such lavish attention made it difficult not to get greedy. As the seconds of pleasure gave way to minutes, Jshara let himself just start gripping the naga's head, holding him tight at first, then giving a few tugs. That had Montiga deepthroating even harder, gulping down everything the sangheili had on offer, bulging beneath those scales just a little. A harder grip, and the alien started facefucking that friend of his, pumping in and out with a wet smack of dripping balls to snake scales, making a mess of his lap with every slick-sounding impact.

He'd glanced at the time when that talented treatment started. It had been near half an hour of fucking that tender naga maw before he finally let down his inhibitions. Pumping, slamming, mating that snake right in the face, getting deep down his throat and feeling it ripple and gulp around him. His hold on the serpent's head became overpowering, insistent, keeping him right where he was as he fucked that face of his, curling fingers deep into his hair. A distinct, rigid throb ran from his sack to his tip, and a hard spurt of pre was the herald of much more to come.

After so long spent pent up, in need of a warm hole to unload into (even if the snake's insides were cooler than expected), the sangheili let out everything he had all stored up and primed. It seemed to come all at once, splashing forward in a sudden deluge that rushed down the naga's throat and warmed his belly in an instant, while the rest ran down over his fangs and lips, making a mess out of the captain's chair. Jshara didn't care about a bit of splatter, not when he had such a satisfying orgasm to finish off, pouring it all down that flexing gullet until Montiga had swallowed almost all of it, in gush after gush, filling that first belly and beyond.

The last few ropes, Jshara saved for Montiga's scales. If he was going to let this snake fuck him, he might as well cum on his face first. That just seemed reasonable. So he painted down those reptilian features in a few last hot strands of creamy alien cum, letting it run down along smooth violet scales and drip down to Montiga's chest. Breathing heavily, Jshara finally just offered a smirk, as best his alien features could manage, as the naga wiped off his cheek with the back of a hand.

"You've got a tasty cock," Montiga assured as he licked over each of his fangs in turn, a bit of sangheili seed clinging to them. "I'd suck it again anytime - but a deal is a deal. And I am terribly in need. I might say I'm just as pent up as you are. And quite likely to cum just as hard."

"Oh, wonderful." Jshara was still slightly breathless after letting so much out at once. "Not a word of this to anyone."

Montiga flicked his tongue. "Afraid you'll enjoy it too much?"

Jshara just folded his arms. "It's not like I've never taken a cock before. Just generally within my own species."

"And I imagine you've never taken two at once, either." Montiga was grinning, though the effectiveness of his teasing was lessened some by the cum still dripping from his cheeks and hair.

Jshara sighed. "Oh for the love of - that's right. You snakes, with your twins and all that. Damn it all, I should have remembered before I made such a deal."

"Clouded by lust. But a good captain never goes back on his word, right?" Montiga walked two fingers up and down the sangheili's cock, then teasingly rubbed at the cum that still dripped from the tip.

"Of course, of course. But I'm on top, got it?"

Montiga relaxed back on his coils, using them as a cushion while he unfastened his uniform. "That's fine with me. I can fuck you from any angle."

As much as he wanted to come up with some retort, Jshara just relented. He started loosening his armour and clothes beneath, revealing much more than just his cock. As muscular as his form was, his bare skin just looked so naked. Especially next to the naga, who even stripped down to just his scales still looked so decorated, dignified. Relaxing on himself, slowly swaying, hissing away. And all the while brandishing that uniquely-tipped pair of snake dicks, slowly pulsing away, fully extended from their slit, dripping in their utter lewdness.

On their own, they didn't look all that intimidating perhaps, but together they were a whole lot of snakemeat. Not that Jshara was going to be dissuaded by such a thing. He most certainly wasn't backing down. He just put his hands right on the snake's chest, pushing him as flat as he could make him, and mounted up. Like a determined rider, vaulting onto his steed. Montiga's hisses grew in intensity as he got a feel for the captain's backside, grinding with one shaft and then the other, letting them slide against his bare rear. Which only ensured Jshara felt even more naked when he felt those fine snake juices smearing across his skin.

Still, he wasn't going to stop once he had come so far. And so hard. He was firming up again despite his hesitance, dribbling down upon those scales. Though not exactly an experienced bottom, he kept up his air of confidence, and that helped him smoothly slide down onto the tip of one of those cocks, and then the second, letting them both squeeze tightly together as they aligned directly between his cheeks. He was thankful it was only a two-person crew at present, just to be absolutely sure nobody could walk in on the two of them in such a compromising position. Even if he was on top.

A sucking slurp, and he was down atop those cocks, each of them at once, taking them both to the very base. He was no coward. Even if it meant a bit of stretching, it still felt good enough to plunge all the way down. And they were plenty slick too, which helped. A thump down to the scales from which they extended, a moment to squirm and adjust himself, and Jshara was ready. Soon after that, he was pounding himself roughly with it, taking heart in at least being in control as he hammered down atop that dripping slit, driving every inch of those twins into his sleek, muscled body.

At first it was reluctant. Fulfilling his half of a deal and nothing more. But the more he went on, the harder it made him, until his thumps and bounces found a rhythm. Steady and increasingly enthusiastic, rutting himself just as he pleasured the snake. Jshara figured he'd earned it, especially after such an expert sucking. So he leaned a little closer, taking in the naga's hisses and moans, adding a few grunts of his own as he rode him towards a slick climax.

Montiga wasn't going to last nearly as long as Jshara had. But where he'd been slow and subtle about pleasuring him, the sangheili was just playing a drumbeat upon his coils, pumping those cocks deep inside him only to yank them out and do it again. All the athleticism built into that broad, muscular body was coming down on him at once, pleasuring him with unending stamina. Well, maybe the alien was slightly fatigued after going all out for a while, but he didn't let it affect how hard he rode the snake.

It pleased Jshara to just watch Montiga's features twisting into a open-mouthed moan of pleasure, totally taken over by how good it felt to have the sangheili squeezing on his cocks. Jshara had completely seized control, even if he was the one with not one but two shafts plunging in and out of his backside. The slapping sound of his hide to those scales grew wetter and wetter as the fucking stirred up all kinds of dampness from slit and shafts alike, and finally he gave a growl as he felt himself clamping down, all but airtight, milking at those members until he felt them give that telltale throb.

The excitement of riding that snake to orgasm, of controlling his very pleasure, ended up getting him off too. It came suddenly, striking him like a bolt, making him jolt back, his spine suddenly rigid right along with his cock. He closed his eyes and just gave a slightly undignified grunt out as he started jetting cum all over Montiga. Getting to cover him in seed again, spraying him from belly to face in those long, extra-heated ropes, at least countered some of the effect of feeling the snake's own cum pouring out inside of him.

It wasn't as hot as other loads he had taken perhaps, but feeling it spraying up right up his backside, coming from two shafts at once just seemed to make it more overwhelming. Given just how copiously it was flowing from each, it felt like two orgasms at once. Definitely not half of one divided between the both of them. Jshara just had to sit there, grinding out the last few drops he had to give, while he got filled to the point of sloshing by those twin snakedicks. One would spray, and then the other, alternating so that it felt like just a constant gush, a hosing down of his insides until that serpent cum was pouring out down the naga's coils.

When Montiga was finally done, he just laid back, his arms behind his head, resting on his coils once more. His hisses were all over, and Jshara was left to just smoothly pull himself off the naga's lengths, feeling them both popping out, and a lewd stream of overflowing cum splashing from him. He didn't both climbing to his feet, instead just rolling onto his side to cuddle close, stroking up and down with unexpected affection. Montiga gave a flick of his tongue and leaned close, but quirked his head.

"And here I thought it was too strange for you to think of me as more than a friend. Yet here you are, cuddling away. A few orgasms change your mind?" The naga's tone was still mildly teasing, but gently so.

Jshara shook his head. "I never said such a thing. And never underestimate the power of pleasure to change someone's mind about something."

"I'll keep that one in mind, captain."

"In fact, that makes me think..."

"In general, or about something in particular?" Montiga flicked his tongue right up against the sangheili's cheek. Nearly a kiss.

"Have you heard of traditional sangheili bonding rituals, with those outside the species?" Jshara ventured, just slightly hesitant.

Montiga gave an inspecting look. "I have, to some extent. I also have heard just what exactly it means when a sangheili suggests such a thing."

Perhaps he was internally taken aback just a little, but Jshara didn't show it. "So then, you know just what I'm proposing."

The naga planted his chin on his hands and gave a grin. "Maaaybe. Or maybe you should just explain it to me rather than just being coy."

Jshara snorted. "Coy? I'll show you coy. Give me that tail."

It was an elusive thing, especially with Montiga intentionally waving it around, toying with the captain. He was making him grab for it, but eventually relented. The sangheili gripped the very tip of that long tail in both hands, and brought it down to his bulging cock. He was hard again just with thought of what he was about to do, but for the moment he just let those scales grind over his throbbing spire.

"Now, don't misunderstand. This kind of thing is the opposite of an insult. It is quite an honour. At least at home. Other cultures - don't necessarily see it as such." Jshara shrugged. It wasn't his problem what they thought of such traditions.

Montiga gave a smile, swishing his tailtip against the very tip of that sangheili cock. Not quite wrapping it up, simply batting it around. "I think I just want to know if you can actually do it. Seems like an awfully tight fit, even for someone as endowed as you are."

Jshara gave a smirk. "You should know by now not to underestimate me."

That went right along with him finally beginning the plunge, with just that thinnest part of the snake's bulky coils. There was no doubt about it, he was swallowing that naga with his cock, sliding those scales down to bulge his pulsing shaft, as impossible as it seemed from a quick glance. But he kept tugging, and his cock kept flexing, and that meant he was dragging in even more with every powerful squeeze his length naturally gave. Inching up along at tail, even as it grew thicker with every inch. That just meant more bulging for his fat sangheili dick.

Montiga stayed quite calm during it all, despite the success of Jshara's efforts meaning a distinctly creamy end for him. Part of it was simply doubt that even such an alien creature could pull off such a feat. The other part, was just him getting gently aroused once again. His cocks hadn't fully retracted into their slits yet, and they started to firm up alongside one another, still soaked and shining with the results of their previous courtship.

It felt good to have a flexible shaft working over him like that, enough that he was content to simply relax and let himself be stimulated. Even if it meant being consumed. He got a firsthand, or first tail perhaps, feel for just how the sangheili's alien anatomy worked. No sooner had his tailtip descended down that cock, and they were curling up within Jshara's balls, starting to fill them out and round them to a heavier and heavier appearance. They were already big enough without any snake stuffing them to that newly bloated, sloshing state.

There was a whole lot of Montiga to consume, but Jshara wasn't stopping anytime soon. Despite the stretching, the bulging, nothing seemed to give him pause. Like he was made for this very purpose. Or they both were. Those coils got squished down tightly in the constricting grip of a hungry cock, and Montiga was left idly massaging his own shafts as he watched inch after inch of his body disappear into the sangheili. Inches that became feet, unwinding his long coils to feed into the dripping slit that squished and slurked him down. It almost sounded like Jshara's dick was gulping. Except the sound was somehow even lewder.

While it took some time to really get the momentum going, soon the grunting, softly moaning sangheili was moving swiftly along Montiga's entire lower body, while his balls swelled down to the floor. That exotic musk rose higher in the air, produced in overdrive as Jshara got closer and closer to his goal. He'd taken almost the entirety of those coils, leaving him with a thick, swollen weight between his legs, hanging right down to the floor and noisily sloshing with every slight flex they gave. Given all the pleasure that those scales felt sliding along the inside of his shaft, that meant a lot of clenching down, outlining the wound up coils that were dunked hotly into his sack.

"Goodness... you might actually pull this off." Montiga's tone was difficult to concern. Not shocked, but not passive about it either. He might have just been aroused, more than anything.

"Of course I will. I'm not the type give up. Even if -" Jshara paused, giving a slight grunt. Not pained, but exerting himself plenty. "Even if it means a tight squeeze."

Montiga was still massaging his shafts, but as that cockslit neared, he instead let got and just let the process of being consumed pleasure him. Those hisses were constant, and music to Jshara's ears by then. Just as the confining grip of that soaked slit began to squeeze up along the naga's cocks, the snake came hard. Just as hard as before, like he was still pent up, bathing the upper half of his body in pure cum. It pooled on his belly and chest, it got in his face, even in his own mouth. All milked out by the first squeezes of Jshara's cock over his own slit, and the base of his twin members. Gush, gush, gush, pouring out all his lust, until he happily slumped, muscles relaxing from head to tailtip wiggling around in sangheili sack.

There was no denying that Jshara's sack was incredibly full, but it stretched and rounded to absolutely obscene levels. Still, he slowed down. Partly out of necessity, as he adjust to the feeling of those so very many coils all tucked away inside him. But also to savour the more distinct parts of his naga friend. Coils were just coils, but now there were many more features for him to enjoy consuming. Starting with those two cocks, clearly outlined as a bulge as they slid down, the sensitivity from the recent orgasm making Montiga cry out just a little, sitting up with a start, only to settle back down. A little extra stimulation was nothing he couldn't handle.

The naga was was overall enjoying it like it was some sort of relaxing spa treatment, sighing into the process. Even as it began wrapping up his belly. Jshara's cock had already consumed the very thickest part of his coils, so there was no doubt he could fit the rest of him. There was no stopping him really, not with how tightly that dick was constricting, gulping, dragging him down. Much like a snake in itself, really. He watched Jshara's expression as he finished off his cock meal - distant, dazed, but focused nonetheless, holding off acting on his own pleasure in favour of simply concentrating on finishing the job. No matter how much it stretched him. He could all but hug his own balls at that point, their massive size pressing his thighs apart.

There was the striking sound of stretching, almost like strained leather, but it was simply Jshara's own body adjusting to the massive insertion. He wasn't in any pain, nor even really any discomfort. He just kept going, only pausing when he had pulled Montiga's arms right inside, and only his head and shoulders remained, gazing up at him as pre coursed out along those snaky features, framing them and marking them.

"So you're really going to do it? Going to churn me down and leave yourself all alone in the vastness of space?"

The naga's tone still had that playful quality as before, though it had grown weaker in favour of a shaky, pleasured tremble. Like he was trying not to moan, even as he throbbed within the alien's balls, hissed his delight, and dripped with his own cum. Which was being messily replaced with that free-flowing pre absolutely oozing out of Jshara's tip, his cock reacting to the prospect of finishing off its prey with messy, musky enthusiasm.

"Eventually alone. I, nnnnf, I can't imagine even my balls will be too quick about gurgling so much snake away."

"Am I the first one you've consumed like this?" Montiga was suddenly curious.

Jshara shook his head. "Far from it."

"Surely the biggest, then!"

That had the sangheili thinking for a moment, but he eventually shook his head again. "It's maybe close, but I don't think so."

"Well then. How about the best?"

"That... well, that remains to be seen." Jshara chuckled. "I think the odds are in your favour for that one. But I won't really know until I'm done with you. You'll probably be stewing in there for a while. Get used to the scent"

"Excellent. I'd hope for nothing less," Montiga said with a satisfied smirk. "As for your scent, I hotly anticipate it."

"No need to anticipate it. Experience it." Jshara gave the naga's head a shove, not even bothering with any sort of final sendoff. He needed that naga inside his balls, fully.

And down the snake went, anything else he might have wanted to say cut off and muffled by the musky embrace of the flexing sangheili cock. The scent and taste had already been wafting out, tingling his every sense, intoxicating him to the point he wasn't even worried about the consequences of being fully consumed. Once he was actually inside, it was even warmer, even thicker, even more intense, right there in his face, on his tongue, in his mouth. His entire world became the sweet scent of sangheili pheromones, directly from the source. All the way down to that sack, swollen until it was like a planet, clearly outlining the bulges of coils and one snake face silently moaning inside it.

Jshara let his head fall back, catching his breath for a while as he basked in the warm feeling of success. He'd eaten that entire naga with his cock, and there was nothing more he needed to but let his body do its natural thing. Natural for a sangheili anyway. His balls were already churning hard, making a whole lot of noise to echo down in that tightly squeezing chamber, slurking, sucking, churning, blorping. All manner of exceptionally lewd noise, made even more so by all the cum that sloshed with every flex of his fattened nuts. It was already splashing Montiga in the face, soaking every single aspect of his being, outside and inside too once he started gulping at it. Just enough to get his fill, swelling out belly and coils alike with throatful after throatful, gorging himself on rich, perfectly fresh sangheili cream.

As for Jshara, he was left with the daunting prospect of getting back to his feet. Or, at least, getting back into his chair. He could oversee much of the ship's goings-on from there on the control panel. If anything was requiring his attention of maintenance, then it was going to be on him, but how perfectly timed it was to consume Montiga so shortly after the inspection report came in! That meant he could safely just drift, nap, and admire his bulge of former crewman, while it ever so slowly shrunk down. Nothing he could see just yet, but he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open after such an effort.

First, he reached up to the base of the captain's seat. Pulling hard, dragging himself along, balls bouncing about all the while. They were noisy, sloshing and splashing, churning up a little more activity in response to his own. Montiga was already getting kneaded, massaged really, but those walls alternatively clamping down and then relaxing, only to do it over again were working his muscles in such pleasing ways. It kept him soothed, kept him from worrying too much, even in such a tight space with little more than sangheili musk to breathe. The perfect place to rest and be churned at, every so slowly converted to that very cum he was bathing in, scale by single soaking scale.

Jshara collapsed into his seat with a satisfied huff, slumping down inelegantly, still quite naked. He was going to have to stay that way for a while, given the size of his balls. Or at least bottomless. He didn't much feel like moving at all, but he did at least give a few kneading strokes to that bulge, feeling the details of the naga, still well-defined for the time being. As much as his nuts could churn, they didn't act that quickly. So far, it might even have seemed like nothing was happening to him. But Jshara knew better. He could already feel his sack doing its work, kneading, working, getting that potent cum working into the snake's every detail, working him back and forth, relaxing him, and ever, ever so slowly softening him. It wasn't going to be soon, but it was going to be eventually. And with that clenching strength, there simply was no way Montiga was coming back out until he was ready.

But such a spectacular show was going to have to wait. Jshara was in no state to actually do anything for a while. Just moving around meant hauling Montiga's entire body weight with him, by the strength of his balls alone. Everything would be much easier with a nap. As tempting as it was to rub one out right then and there, cock still dripping generously down over the shapes of the naga outlined in the stretched grey skin, it was going to be even better all saved up. And so Jshara drifted off, comforted to sleep by the faint roar of engines, the distant stars, and of course the constant burbling churn of his active nuts, working over every single detail of the naga, sparing nothing from their musky embrace.

***

As space-faring as his species was, Jshara nonetheless always found himself sleeping oddly when he was travelling. He'd neglected to set any sort of alarm, or adjust the simulated lighting, and so it was entirely dark within the ship when he awake, but for the faint glimmer of controls around him. When he jolted and looked around, briefly confused in his sleepy state, everything clicked back on around him, sensing his movement. That was briefly blinding, as he shielded his face with a forearm, gritting his teeth. Then he attempted to stand up, forgetting all about the extra weight he was carrying.

That left him off balance, grunting as he shifting his balls around. They were nearly as big, but they were clamped over a considerably less defined snake, who didn't seem to be moving. Was he passed out, or was that just it? Jshara sat back down, and gave Montiga a poke with a single finger. That stirred him to life, squirming around where he still bulged in those twin orbs. The naga's movements got the churning really going again, and they were much louder at that point. Drowning out all the engine noise in a symphony of messy, sloshing cum splattering against weakened, softened scales. He was going to be part of that cum, soon enough, and he was already growing more malleable to the touch, to every powerful squeeze.

As he idly rubbed at Montiga, Jshara checked the time. He'd slept for twice as long as he needed to. If he was back home, it would have been nearly a full day gone by. But he must have needed it. His balls certainly did, and even after all that time the process had still only begun. The snake was still squirming around inside him, after all. He needed to put an end to that.

So to facilitate the process, without ever moving from his chair, he simply reached down and began to deeply knead into the snake's body. Those deep massages only added to those already going on, ensuring Montiga never quite left that relaxed, intoxicated state. Breathing nothing but pure musk for a day straight had gotten to his mind. Even if he was unconscious for some of it. He was drifting in and out of coherence, murmuring something, but it didn't sound like any actual words. Just faintly moaning, puffing, letting the heat and scent take him over entirely as that thick load of cum grew thicker on his own softening body.

A wet slursh announced just how excessively Jshara was leaking his precum. It was thick enough to barely count as such by that point, flowing copious down his entire shaft, making his balls glisten as it rained down upon them, pooling in between and then running down the crevice in between. Smearing everything the way, and getting right down to the floor, audibly splashing there. He gave the base of his cock a few squeezes, as it remained in that permanently rigid state, but he kept it at that. No stroking, no making himself cum. That would just lessen the big finish. He wanted it to be the best sendoff it could possibly be, if such a fine snake was going to devote his entire body to it.

Another brief nap, even so shortly after waking, and finally Jshara had to get up. He was hungry, given he was just feeding his lust, not his stomach, and so he hauled himself to his feet laboriously. His balls knocked back and forth between his ankles, but if he stood up tall, they didn't quite drag along on the floor. He just had to keep his back straight, adopting a formal gait when all he wanted was something from the cooler. Retrieving a protein bar was going to have to be good enough, and he tip-toed his way back to the same chair once again with it, munching all the while. He could have a proper meal once his musky stowaway was dealt with.

There wasn't much movement left from the snake. So much of him had already been converted entirely, while what remained was left in that halfway state. As much cum as he was naga, at that point. So every prod, every squish, every admiring rub Jshara gave him just made him that much softer. Spreading him out, stirring him up like the liquid he was becoming. Making for such a thick load, flecked by pretty scales, while he breathed slowly. No part of it hurt. It was just a slow drifting off into blissful slumber, like falling into a silky soft bed, warmed to perfection for a snake like him.

Jshara's cock was getting bigger from the constant churning too. What parts of Montiga didn't contribute directly to his upcoming load just went to making his shaft thicker, more solid. Harder than it had ever felt before, which explained some of it, but it had definitely grown. Two hands were barely enough for it, and Jshara massaged it firmly, but slowly, still making sure he didn't go off too quickly. It was awfully hard to resist just blowing his load all over the ship when he felt the naga twitch his last, though.

It began as a few spasms, a few jerks of the snake's muscles. For a moment it seemed like he was distressed, or uncomfortable, but it wasn't even voluntary. Just him losing control of his body as he was completely cummified. They waves of musk-heavy cream washed over his head, and took him under, never to reemerge. A few last little wriggles passed through him as he gave in to the tempting offer of sleep, and he sank, deeper, deeper, to the very bottom of Jshara's balls, until heat was all he knew. Then, nothing, as he sighed out beneath the surface and went completely still. Just another load for the sangheili.

"Ahh, there we go." Jshara settled down with a long sigh, splaying himself out in his seat. "One naga, all primed and ready to turn into cum. I know you can't hear me anymore, so it's too late to really tell you. But you were right. You're going to be the best one yet. Probably. I won't know for sure until I've sprayed you out. And it's going to feel even better, knowing it used to be you."

There was still some more work for his balls to do, more churning to get all the remaining solid bits of his converted into potent, ball-filling cum. Those nuts of his had shrunken back down somewhat, but they were still enormous. Bloated to the very brim with how much cum was swinging around in them, jiggling and loudly gurgling. Everything the naga had was melted down, working in overdrive to finish him off while Jshara stroked his fattened, thicker cock in anticipation, making a hell of a mess on everything around him. That scent of sex was going to stick around for a while.

Before he got too into it, he swiftly rushed over to the emergency medical supplies that he kept on deck. One of which was not so much a requirement in an emergency in most situations, but in this one, it was certainly needed, and urgently. Jshara tore into the condom's wrapping and tossed it aside, vowing to pick it up later. There was no time for such trivialities. Not when those fat, smooth orbs were pulling tighter and tighter to his body, causing him to spurt pre as he walked, leaving a hot trail from seat to supplies and back again as he relaxed into it once more.

Reclined, legs spread, toes curling, Jshara rushed to get that condom on his cock before it was too late. Before anything more was wasted. It was an extra large one, meant for species much larger than him, but he made it fit just fine. Even by the time he got it down to the base of his shaft, he was already filling it. Stretching it out with the sheer weight of his cum, ballooning it with those constant spurts, more a stream by that point.

Finally it was time to actually get off, after waiting for so long. All that pent up lust and need must have been a hundred times what he felt before this all started. A little isolation horniness was one thing. The days of waiting while an entire naga churned to cum in his balls was another. He grunted, almost snarled really with how quickly he seized hold of his cock, double-fisting its base and just yanking up and down, bucking his hips, fucking his own hands while he massaged himself to an orgasm that he was absolutely desperate to let free.

Three strokes, and he hit his peak. It was so powerful as to make him feel briefly transcendent, like he was experiencing something holy. Beyond just grunting, he let out a moan the likes of which he had never heard before. Absolutely primal. Intimidating, if anyone was there but him. His body jerked back into his chair, and he just held onto his cock for dear life as it flexed, bulged, and then burst forth with more cum than anyone should ever have reasonably been able to pour out in one go.

That condom stretched and bulged, wobbling back and forth as torrential ropes of sangheili seed blasted into it. Jshara was thanking himself for thinking of it - it would have been a disastrous mess without it. And even with it on, there was the danger of it slipping, or bursting. He was just going to have to hold on tight and trust it as he gushed and gushed, faintly moaning Montiga's name, thinking about that naga, and how this pleasure was all because of him. A sultry reminder that all that cum used to be him came in the form of a few snake scales swimming around in the thick load, decorating it like little sparkles, glimmering among the steaming mess.

Pound after pound of coils, all converted down to gallons of steaming hot, fresh cum, splashing to the floor as that condom stretched and sagged, keeping all the mess carefully confined even as it expanded to massive size. Those scales rubbed against the side here and there, dangerously threatening to cause a rupture. But there was no worrying about that with pleasure surging through his entire body like that, utterly paralyzing Jshara as his muscles twitched all over, completely out of his own control. For a time, he resembled the naga himself, in those final throes of pleasure that went with him fading out for good. Jshara's chest was heaving so hard he felt he might fade himself if he wasn't careful, his body barely even able to handle how good it felt to cum out the naga.

As those first blasts subsided, and the tingle thud of afterglow threatened to set in, Jshara thought he was done. Montiga had made for so much cum that the naga probably couldn't have swallowed it all himself. But another jerk of his cock, and it gave a jump, a jolt, twitching all around as Jshara's nuts grew even tighter, getting out everything they had to give. Another hot splatter, and another, until he heard the ominous sound of the condom stretching, tauter, tauter, the surface growing just a little thinner as it was tested to its very limit.

Another good few ropes shot from his pulsing cock, and finally it trickled to a close again. Jshara gave himself a few more squeezes for good measure, adding just a few more watery spurts on top the impressive load, and then fell completely back. His arms were limb over the sides of his chair, his legs sprawled and stretched out, while he just panted and groaned. He looked absolutely slain. It wasn't just a matter of catching his breath, but of even comprehending how good that climax felt, as the golden glow of orgasm set in and tingled through his every muscle.

"You were entirely correct... best one yet. I never should have doubted. It'll be hard to find someone as satisfying to jizz out as you, Montiga. I'll be thinking about this moment for a long time. Ah, but who am I talking to?" Jshara gave a soft chuckle. "This is all you are now. I must look a little crazy, talking to myself."

Thus marked the end of their professional relationship. Jshara finally had to rise after a while, as he felt that condom slipping slightly where it rested wrapped around his cock, his shaft swimming in all the cum he'd made out of the naga. He pulled it off, slowly, carefully, like he were diffusing a bomb. It would have been a hell of a bomb if it went off in there. It wobbled and splashed a bit, getting some on his naked body, but he prevented any further mess by tying off the top in a tightly secured knot.

When he stood to look for the proper adornment, he felt his balls dropping and bouncing, his cock resting atop them, and hanging well past them to swing between his legs. He was even better hung than before, and though his balls had returned to a much less bloated size, they were still far bigger than they had been. Swollen, fattened, bouncing heavily all thanks to Montiga's generous contribution, and they were going to stay that way for a while at least. He didn't bother putting his pants back on for the moment, alone as he was, but he knew he was going to have one impressive bulge once he did.

A quick search revealed what he was looking for. An ID tag, with Montiga's name and picture on it, carelessly discarded when they had decided to fuck in the first place. He fixed a bit of adhesive to it, and then stuck it right onto that swollen, wobbling condom. And then, with a two-handed grip, he started dragging that trophy off to storage, to be forgotten about for the time being. At least until someone stumbled across it, and knew exactly what it meant. And who it used to be.

Plenty fatigued after that, Jshara tended to himself with a shower, kneading and massaging his enhanced genitals the whole time. It was already tempting to get off again, despite cumming near half his body weight so recently. There was just so much more to play with. And when he stepped out, fresh and clean yet still carrying plenty of pheromones with him, he confirmed his suspicions. No matter what he did to try to hide it, his uniform bulged considerably with his newly enhanced bits. Clearly outlined, not even subtle about it, letting everyone blatantly see the shape of his balls. So, he figured it was pointless to hide it, and just let it bounce along with his every step.

People were going to end up seeing it, given the new need for a detour. There was a colony nearby, and sure plenty of people he could hire to replace Montiga. Maybe none that quite had the same chemistry as the two of them, forged over many travels together. But they would get the simple jobs done. And if he wasn't happy with them, there was always the option of terminating their contract the same way he had technically fired the naga.

At that thought, his bulge gave another swell, and a partly aroused flop down one pant leg. He was going to head there, and just see whoever paid the most attention to what he was showing off. If they were already interested, then he could surely talk them into all manner of things, especially with a helping of those smooth, exotic sangheili pheromones he just seemed to be giving off in extra potency ever since his cock-meal. His mind was filling with the image of that cargo hold, lined up with condom after condom, all of them stretched taut and jiggling with a fat load of cum. Each and every one of them decorated with some picture of who they used to be before they took the musky slide and got churned up in sangheili nuts.

Suddenly, he didn't much care about finding a good worker or someone compatible with him. Just someone sleek, sexy, and with a nice texture to their fur, scales, or skin to massage its way down his cock. He needed more, like a ravenous predator. And all it took was the pleasure of devouring an entire naga with his dick to awaken that insatiable side of him. A chuckle to himself, and he engaged the navigation controls, setting a course for the nearby planet, trying to keep from getting too hard, too dripping wet with anticipation. He was going to have to feed it again soon.