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question, I didn’t bother to respond, Shai answering his own question moments later. “You want everything your own way. Here I am, preparing to suck your cock, and you’re creating unnecessary obstacles. Most men would be grateful for my magnanimous attitude.”

Unnecessary obstacles! There he went again, twisting things, making me seem like the unreasonable one. I was pretty sure that if I asked a hundred people if they’d be up for a threesome with a venomous snake, they’d all give a resounding and unequivocal no.

Hot breath ghosted over my cock and despite my misgivings, it gave an interested twitch. Shai smiled as he painted a heated line from root to tip with his tongue. I couldn’t enjoy it, though. Not when all I could think about was the snake. Where was it? What was it doing? At the moment, it didn’t seem interested in what Shai was doing, its head facing the opposite way over his shoulder. But how long would that last?

I forced myself to look away, to stop watching it, squeezing my eyes shut in the hope it would make it easier. Shai’s hot mouth engulfed my cock, my flesh immediately showing its appreciation for the attention and stiffening despite the rest of my body still remaining in a high state of anticipation, which had absolutely nothing to do with the blow job.

Shai clearly knew what he was doing, his talented lips and tongue teasing me to full hardness in no time at all. I started to relax as the pressure drove me slowly and inexorably toward orgasm. It had been too long since the last time anyone had blown me, the last person, as far as I could recall, had been a part-time hooker who’d taken a shine to me and offered me a freebie. At least that’s what she’d claimed, my own theory was more along the lines of her having been lonely and seeking company in the only way she knew how.

Just like then, my body was willing to take whatever it could get. Pleasure was pleasure, after all. But then I felt it—the slide of something against my hip, the touch far too cold to belong to Shai. Panic had me rising up, my hands pressed against Shai’s shoulders in an effort to push him away. Nothing else mattered but the need to get away, to rid myself of the creature who’d decided to explore. And if that meant upsetting Shai, well, then I’d deal with the consequences later.

My attempt at freedom was thwarted immediately, my hands batted away, and a forearm clamping down on my abdomen to hold me still. Shai’s mouth somehow managed to not miss a beat, his lips continuing their slide over the length of my cock.

All of my muscles went rigid as the sickening slide of snake flesh

moved from my hip to my chest. I opened my eyes, regretting it immediately as my vision was filled with a flickering black tongue and scales, the cobra’s head no more than a couple of feet away from my face, its black, beady eyes fixed on me and coming ever closer. I started to babble, not even aware of the words that came out of my mouth. “Shai, please. I can’t… I need… Shai… let me. It’s going to bite me.”

He didn’t so much as pause in his ministrations, keeping up that same

maddening rhythm, his forearm enough of a steel band that I couldn’t even lift my hips from the bed.

I started to pant. Whether it was from fear, or proximity to orgasm, I

couldn’t have said. My balls were so tight, Shai’s mouth moving faster and taking me deeper, his throat a silken receptacle for the head of my cock.

And still the snake kept moving. It had reached my collarbone now, or

at least its head had. Its tail still trailed somewhere along my thigh, the tip of it flicking against my balls and pushing me over the edge. I came, the orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before, as if fear had only heightened it.

Shai’s mouth remained on my cock, his tongue lapping up any droplets

of cum that had escaped, and working the swollen flesh to the point where it bordered on being too sensitive. And then he backed off, the reprieve only temporary as he flipped me over, the cobra dropping to the mattress with a soft thunk.

I had other things to worry about, though, as Shai parted the globes of

my ass, the solid pressure of his cock pressing against my entrance. There was enough lube left over from the previous night—and probably cum as well—that there was no need to add more, and he wasted no time in sliding deep.

So soon after orgasming, it was uncomfortable and there was no real

pleasure to be had in it, but it was bearable, Shai’s hands braced against my back as he took me in long, deep strokes, reaching his own orgasm in a matter of minutes. His mouth was hot against my ear, his breath tickling my ear lobe as he groaned his satisfaction.

I took his full weight for the next few minutes, Shai seeming in no hurry

to withdraw from my body, his hips still making lazy little thrusts and circles. I turned my head to the side, but there was no sign of the cobra. I’d escaped without being bitten again. What would Shai have done if it had? Probably carried on and added the effects of an orgasm to his scientific studies on the speed at which venom took effect.

I LAY ON MY FRONT, Shai’s fingers toying with the remnants of his cum in my hole, my hips bucking up of their own accord when the action strayed too close to arousing. “So greedy, Elijah, when I’ve only just fucked you.” He had. Twice. Not allowing me to come the first time. Two weeks had passed since the first time he’d taken me and we’d slipped into a symbiotic relationship where Shai availed himself of my body whenever he pleased, whether it was first thing in the morning or in the middle of the night, the cold damp of outside still clinging to his skin.

Sometimes he craved violence, those times much less rewarding when it came to experiencing pleasure. They followed a similar pattern to that first time in the dining room, a fight inevitably followed by him overpowering me, unable to stop him from doing exactly what he wanted to me.

Other times—like today—were far more straightforward, Shai happy to slake his lust in my body, his stamina relentless and his ardor seemingly insatiable. It wasn’t unknown for him to take me several times in quick succession, leaving me wondering if he took something.

Fingers stroked through my hair, signs of affection having grown much more frequent over the last few days. His generosity hadn’t stopped there either. I now had even more clothes, a bookshelf full of books, and a large screen TV and DVD player, which at least helped to pass the time when Shai did one of his disappearing acts. “Where do you go when you leave?”

I cringed at the tone of my voice. I sounded far too needy, far too like someone desperate for their lover to return.

Shai’s fingers slid out of my hair, trailing along one cheek before his thumb nudged at my lips. I obediently opened up, sucking it into my mouth and treating it to the oral ministrations I knew he liked. “I can’t spend all of my time on you, Elijah. Have you forgotten that I have a business to run?”

“I could help you with that. I could…”