Page 114 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“You monster,” he managed to choke out, voice muffled by the bedding.

A second later, two hands grabbed him by the waist, lifting him until he was propped on his knees, his upper half still being pinned down by his neck. His ass was up. Bare. Ripe for the taking. Milo’s thighs quivered from the anticipation of it.

And that sick fuck let him tremble. He kept Milo pinned like that for Lanterns knew how long, letting his mind run wild with all the possibilities.

“You—got me,” he panted. “Now do something about it—fucker.” He spat the last word with as much venom as he could muster.

That familiar, long, low hiss echoed and filled all the empty spaces in the room again. The next second, something thick and vibrating ran up the inside of his thigh.

Fuck! Oh, Lantern, help me. There is no way he’s⁠—

The thought didn’t even have time to manifest before Grievance’s vibrating tail pushed at his entrance and slid inside.

“Nnnng!” Milo cried into the bedding, fists gripping the ruined sheets.

It was only the tip and didn’t burn much, but the vibrations... fuuuuck. Milo had never had something so incredible shoved in his hole. Grievance stayed at Milo’s entrance, letting the tip massage his ring until it was nice and supple, ready to take more.

He pushed further, and the stretch was instant. Unlike his tongue, which tapered gradually, this tail grew thick fast, until Milo was gnashing his teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the burn of its intrusion. Grievance didn’t push too far before stopping, likely at the sight of Milo’s toes curling as he tried to take the sudden stretch.

Milo felt like his insides were being vibrated to mush. The intense vibration settled in his belly, shaking his guts, trembling his already lust-compromised lungs and sending electric sparks of pleasure to his brain.

“Grieeeevaaaaance,” Milo moaned, but his voice sounded like he was speaking into a fan or sitting in a massage chair, his vocal cords shaking along with the rest of him.

When Milo felt his teeth were going to fall from their gums, the Naga finally retreated its tail, slithering free of his body, leaving his hole quivering with the need for stimulation.

His mate did not keep him waiting.

The tongue around his neck released him. It didn’t matter; Milo was too weak to fight back anymore. Too pliant and needy. It was like the Naga had envenomated its prey with so much pleasure that now Milo was too paralyzed to move.

He was at this monster’s mercy.

Milo felt something press against his hole, not enough to enter, but like a warning. He just had enough strength to get one elbow under him and turn his head; behind him, the Naga had repositioned itself. It aligned its heavy body with Milo’s, and there, poking from a slit between belly scales, were the monster’s instruments of destruction.

And yeah. There were two of them.

The Naga’s twin cocks emerged from a slit much farther down his serpentine body than Milo expected, well below where his man-shaped torso gave way to scales. His upper half rose so high above them that his head nearly brushed the ceiling. The Naga looked like an old-time god, ready to bestow its blessings on a believer.

And yes, Milo was a follower of the Lantern’s Light, a spirituality he’d long adopted into himself. But there was nothing in the Lantern’s teachings about not worshiping another god, just to be cautious of false ones.

There was nothing false about the god now lining itself up with Milo’s entrance.

The cocks weren’t as thick as the Kava’s, instead extending far longer. The shafts pulsed in alternating rhythms, like different chambers of a heart. One, then the other. But their tips were what caught Milo off guard. They were ribbed— scaled?

They reminded Milo of an artichoke, layers of scales overlapping in an imbricated pattern. And oozing between each layer was the most perfectly transparent liquid Milo had seen come from a body; it was as clear as glacier tears and could have been mistaken for water if not for the slow spill of it from between the slats, thick and syrupy.

The Naga bent his upper half until Grievance’s face hovered beside Milo’s, while his cocks remained ready behind him. Asking for Milo’s ass.

The Naga tilted its head again, in that uncanny valley way. Eyes asking.

Milo nodded, shakily.

Grievance didn’t break eye contact, didn’t so much as flinch or change expression as one of his cocks approached Milo’s hole. Milo watched as the imbricated layers of his cock-head tightened, flattening into a smoother surface, preparing to make its way inside. It pressed against his hole, and with so much slick oozing from it, combined with how pliant the vibrations had made Milo’s ring, it slipped inside with ease.

“Mmm,” Milo moaned, closing his eyes as the long member pushed deep inside. Then he felt a swelling, and knew that that cock tip had expanded again, coating Milo’s insides with hot slick.

Grievance watched him, eyes unblinking, taking in Milo’s expression as though that alone were enough to sustain him. The begging, breathless worship of his disciple.

“Grievance… so… good.” Milo gasped, struggling to keep his eyes open as he held that uncanny stare. It was odd, seeing his upper body remain so still while knowing somewhere lower down that serpent’s mass, one of his cocks was fucking him. It felt oddly like a bit of voyeurism. With Grievance watching as a spectator while a monster fucked his ass.