Hydra's Boredom
"The hydra lay in the swamp, bored. Each head lay back, stagnating in their own thoughts. There was nothing for the three-headed monster to do. There was never anything for them to do. Their only goal was to defeat a hero. But until that hero arrived someday, the rest of their time was free and empty. It left them wondering what they would do after they destroyed the hero. After they breathed over them and covered them in their viscous poison, killing them instantly, before each head devoured a third of their remains, just as the gods ordained. Surely afterwards they would still be left with nothing: laying on their back, slumped in the grasses of a swamp."
Thankfully, they do find a way to keep themselves entertained while they wait, though it might take a bit of special motivation...
Hydra's Boredom, by AnotherAperson
The hydra lay in the swamp, bored. Each head lay back, stagnating in their own thoughts. There was nothing for the three-headed monster to do. There was never anything for them to do. Their only goal was to defeat a hero. But until that hero arrived someday, the rest of their time was free and empty. It left them wondering what they would do after they destroyed the hero. After they breathed over them and covered them in their viscous poison, killing them instantly, before each head devoured a third of their remains, just as the gods ordained. Surely afterwards they would still be left with nothing: laying on their back, slumped in the grasses of a swamp.
...
"Hassan, do you feel that?" said Harry. He pointed the question to another head at the opposite end of the body, completely ignoring Henry in the middle. Hassan-- on Henry's left-- didn't move to answer. He lay face down, ignorant and blind to the world. He made a low growl in response. Neither of the remaining two knew what it meant.
Henry just shook his head. He pretended to ignore their short exchange and went back to his dull thoughts. He followed Hassan's example, and closed his eyes and ignored Harry, who spoke again on his right.
"Hm. I'm sure I could feel something... What about now, Hassan?"
Hassan grunted a bit louder, letting a small smirk spread across his squashed snout.
Henry squirmed in place between them and made himself comfortable, trying to keep still. He knew what Harry meant. He already dreaded what he was going to have to do and so kept his eyelids tightly closed, wishing he could fall asleep.
"Yes, it's getting stronger now... What about you, Henry? I'm sure you can feel it; you're probably the one causing it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Beside him, Hassan chuckled and lifted his head from the ground to face Henry. Harry did the same thing across from him, though he faced him head-on to bump his nostrils against Henry's cheek.
"I think you do," purred Harry. He pushed and prodded Henry towards Hassan. Henry kept his eyes closed between them, and wished that for once they would leave him alone.
"Nope. I have no idea-- don't know what you're talking about."
Hassan nudged him on the other side, but more forcefully, pushing him back against Harry, who kept up his questioning.
"Are you sure you don't know what's down there?"
"I don't know; maybe you should check."
Both Hassan and Harry chuckled and doubled down on their efforts, prodding him fully awake. Henry did his best to twist away from their touch, but it was impossible when they were all connected to the same body and spine. Being in the middle made it especially difficult. As he turned one way to escape a prod behind his neck, another would attack his front and touch his chin, making him squirm in every direction.
The trio's whole body turned in the grass as Harry began to nibble. He lightly pinched Henry's scales between his front fangs and pulled at them without tearing into him. Just left him wriggling and jumping from the incessant contact.
Henry moaned. The pair laughed and giggled before quieting down as they went back to playing with his scales, becoming faster and feistier.
"C'mon, Henry; you love it... Do it for me and Hassan."
"You and Hassan can do it yourselves if you want it so much."
He gasped as Hassan's full set of teeth wrapped around the back of his head and clamped down. Immediately he froze and kept still. He didn't dare move unless he wanted to tear the flesh off his skull. And he knew that Hassan knew this. He could hear his light chuckle as he brushed hot air against his scales.
Seeing his vulnerability, Harry began to nuzzle against him. He pulled his tongue out and dragged it along Henry's sensitive spots, before suddenly nibbling hard against them, making him jump each time.
As the tongue and mouth worked over him again and again, he felt their shared crotch twitch. He felt their dick grow and move within themselves with every desperate, uncontrollable moan he made. He knew what Harry and Hassan wanted, and he knew he wanted it too. It was only a matter of time before he did what they always asked of him.
He didn't need to look down to know what was happening: their dick, first growing erect inside them before it pushed through a thin pair of scaled lips into the air, throbbing hard; its glistening skin would be a dark crimson colour, becoming darker at the thin tip of the head; the whole thing resembling a smooth pole before it reached its end, where it shrunk down to a fine tip; adorned at the top by the dark line of their urethra. It was perfect for the trio. Or, at the very least, the perfect size for any one of them to reach.
Hassan unclamped from his neck and nibbled him instead. Henry let him. He'd given up resisting their constant attention over his head and neck, and lay flat in the grass, twitching with the feeling of their fangs. He'd accepted his fate as a mere chew toy a few minutes ago, instead thinking about their throbbing dick.
In front, Harry kept kissing and licking over his scales, tickling him and increasing their shared arousal; while on the other side, Hassan preferred to bite. His attacks left Henry on edge as the graze of fangs passed over him over and over, not hurting him but letting him know the snake was there. He would've known regardless. The introverted head kept growling and murmuring as he moved, getting more excited as he nipped along him.
"Do you feel it now, Henry?"
He felt it, but felt too defeated to reply. Not as Harry's forked tongue dragged over his lips and nostrils before he moved back along his chin, just rubbing their snouts together. He was sure Harry could feel his warm blush as he moved.
Below, their cock grew and grew until it reached its full height, and flopped back against their belly. It was tall enough to completely lay across it, almost reaching the bottom of their chest. As Hassan bit Henry, and pressed his teeth into an already sensitive piece of flesh and tugged, their cock spurted out a pale line of pre-cum. Hassan felt what happened and bit him harder.
Henry coiled. He moaned and shut his eyes to block out the sensations that left their shared body arching. To his side, Harry purred and again tried to kiss him.
"C'mon; you know you want to. You always love it. Just imagine how it feels. How it would feel..."
He was right, as always. Henry often did enjoy doing it; he just wished he wasn't the only one doing it every time. He knew he could try to wait them out. They wouldn't ever force him to do it, but with nothing else to do, they could keep up their teasing and kissing for hours and hours. Eventually, Henry would bend over and do it, if only to satiate himself.
...
"Fine..."
"Aww, thank you, Henry."
He smirked and kissed him on the nose. He then unwound from his neck and moved away to let him escape. Hassan did the same, and rumbled to his side.
Henry waited a moment to see if they would try anything else, before curling his neck forward and reaching for their cock. At first, he hated it. It somehow got more frustrating each time he had to pleasure them. Every time he choked down the thick, poisonous cum, he cursed himself for ever suggesting it to Hassan and Harry in the first place.
But one day, something changed. Part of him began to feel thrilled at the prospect of the warmth and smell and taste that would fill him. Even if it would strain his neck, he was willing to go again and again, to feel that rush. Hassan and Harry soon noticed, as they'd made him do it at least once a day since.
At this point, it was only the remainder of his pride was lost as he pressed his nose against it. A virile whiff clogged through his nose and made him recoil. He could still faintly smell himself from last time, along with the fresh, thick poison lavishly dosed over it.
Harry bumped against the base of his neck, though didn't press him any closer. Not wanting to smell it himself. Even at this distance, his face scrunched up, but despite this, he always needed to tease.
"I can feel how much you like that... Bring it to your nostrils and huff it. I promise to look away if it makes it easier.
Behind him, Henry felt Hassan press his face back into the grass. He sighed, then pushed closer to their cock to take a deep sniff. His face twisted, and he recoiled before his body caught up. In place of disgust, intense pleasure and excitement coursed through him. Their heart raced as he pulled back in for another smell, pulling deep from the source.
The other's felt the rising energy as if it were their own. Harry giggled and watched Henry as he took breath after breath. He wished he would just leave him alone when he was like this, but the snake liked to watch whenever he went at it. So, with nothing left of his pride, and with his arousal higher than ever, he let his muzzle fall into a light smile before he suckled on their tip.
The other snakes writhed. Henry smirked and pulled away. He opened his mouth and dragged his forked-tongue out against the mass, tracing around the tip and pressing against the hole until Hassan growled. He took that as a sign to swallow it. So, he parted his lips and pushed down, taking the first few inches of their length, and running his tongue over anything it could reach.
"Fuck! Keep doing that..."
Hassan groaned in agreement.
Henry ignored them both. He could faintly taste himself now: his own venom and tongue-- whatever he'd eaten yesterday, along with a light undercurrent of musk. He licked it up and swallowed it as he pushed further down. His neck craned and ached. He kept going until he felt their dick pushing against his throat, and gagged as a spurt of pre-cum coated his insides. He kept going until he felt it sink into his neck and arch up into his windpipe.
It slid deeper and deeper into him. He pushed downwards until his nose rested against their crotch before stopping. Despite the feeling, he held still and relaxed. He swallowed around them, taking in the few spurts of liquid that came faster each moment, and teased the flesh with his tongue, loving the heat and pleasure that ran through them.
Hassan grumbled and Henry dragged himself back up. He took a second once at the tip to fill his lungs, huffing down their sweet scent before kissing straight from the source. He made out with their dick, rubbing his tongue around their head over and over, loving the taste of the poisonous cum on his tongue and filling his belly. Just sucking and pressing his tongue to press out squirt after squirt of fluid, the resultant feeling leaving their full body trembling.
Harry nudged his head against Henry's own. He pushed against him until he was sinking back down along their length back to the base. He grunted against Henry's head as their tip popped into his throat and sank in. And as Henry's throat convulsed around the size, Harry moaned again and nuzzled against him. He didn't move away even as Henry pulled back up to the tip. Henry grabbed a single, gasping breath before Harry pressed him back down with a wet slurp of fluid.
"Just like that..."
They both hissed with another squirt. A thicker, more voluminous amount filling Henry's tongue. He knew they were close. He could feel Hassan now rolling and twitching in the grass, growling out with each exhale.
"Fuck, Henry; give it another whiff."
He didn't need to, as he could taste everything as it lathered his tongue again and again before he swallowed. So, he ignored Harry and picked up his pace, slamming his head up and down along their length, trying to push out more fluid. He didn't stop even as he coughed, choked and sputtered because of it. The few desperate sounds covered up by Hassan's frustrated growling. Their body pushed up into each of Henry's downward sucks, only driving the cock deeper into him.
Their tail curled. Harry slammed Henry's head down a final time. He held him still and bit down hard into his neck, this time drawing blood as they came together. Hassan screamed into the trees and shot up and grabbed Henry's muzzle as well, pressing the snake's lips hard against their crotch.
Henry just closed his eyes and groaned. The pleasure rocketed through him and their body, and their dick twitched once before letting off thick lines deep into his throat. He cried and gagged, but kept still. He did his best to swallow the excess down, but the motion was pointless. Most pumped straight into his gullet without him, while the excess pushed up and out of his nostrils and parted lips. Everything burned for Henry as the flavour exploded throughout his mouth. He cried and whimpered and convulsed around it, while the others drooled against him.
Eventually it ended, though Harry kept him there as the cum slowly pushed into him. Hassan lay back and passed out into the grass behind them. Once Harry seemed happy with Henry, he followed his example. He kissed him once along his snout, then wrinkled his nose and pulled away to lay in the grass.
...
Without being held in place, Henry slurped off their dick and coughed up a pool of hot cum. The fluid drenched their entire crotch and sank around their tail and into the ground, creating a small pool of thick mud. He realised they would have to find somewhere else to lounge. At least it was something to do.
Clearing his snout, he sighed and lay back. The other two recoiled at the distinct smell of his muzzle and turned away. He didn't mind. He kept swallowing around the thick gunk blocking his gullet and smiled at the afterglow of pleasure that remained.
Their dick slithered back inside them as they relaxed. Henry knew it wouldn't be long before it would return. He knew it wouldn't be long until Hassan and Harry woke up and felt bored with just lying there, and began to play with Henry in the middle, despite the ingrained taste and smell of his scales and snout. They wouldn't complain. They loved it all as much as he did. And besides, until the hero arrives, what else could they do?