Page 115 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“You like watching me get fucked by you?” Milo asked, half laughing at the ridiculousness of it. Grievance’s brow rose a little in confirmation as the tempo of their fucking sped up.

The imagery of that serpentine body pushing in and out made Milo clench, begging. Begging to finish and finally reach that euphoric climax that had been denied for far too long.

“Pleeeease,” Milo gasped, “Naga. Let me finish.”

Milo felt the bed adjust as Grievance repositioned his serpent’s body. Then something pressed against his already stretched hole. He looked over his shoulder to see the second cock; its tip tightened down, pressing at the space between Milo’s ring and its twin.

“Oh fuck me, Grievance!” Milo moaned, the imagery alone nearly enough to have him shooting across the bed. It was uncomfortable holding his head at this angle, but he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t tear his eyes off the sight of himself being used like this.

The second head carefully wiggled back and forth, working its pointed tip between his ring and the other cock’s shaft. Milo gasped as the head pushed inside, but the burning was gone the moment the swollen tip passed, and the rest of the shaft gently slid in.

“Grievance… you… you put two cocks inside me. Fuck!” Milo cried. He’d never done anything, or even dreamed of anything so lewd. So hot. So fucking incredible that Milo knew there was something psychologically wrong with him, but who fucking cared?

The moment the second head opened its layers inside him, like a blooming flower, Milo groaned. He was so sinfully full.

“Yeees~”

The double cocks started thrusting, twin penetrations matching in rhythm and tempo as Milo felt more pressure behind him as the Naga’s serpent body coiled itself, wrapping around his legs and looping over his back. Holding him down. Claiming him. Intertwining their bodies.

Grievance took Milo in his arms, repositioning himself so that Milo was now on top of him, hands pressed against the Naga’s pecs and looking down at him as his lower half was still being ravaged by those twin cocks.

Milo’s hair was sweat-slicked, and so much sweat accumulated on his brow that it now dripped onto his mate’s cheeks as he gasped, being shoved forward again and again by the pounding behind him.

“Grievance… I…” He was beyond sensation. He was just a ball of nerves. A spirit filled with so much love he felt like he could snap from existence at any moment. Because no living thing on this planet had the right to feel as good as Milo did right then. “Grievance… I love you.”

The Naga tilted its head, the corners of its eyes lifting in that reptilian, almost-smile.

And even though he knew those jaws could literally open and take his head off, Milo didn’t hold back when the rush of love forced him to move. To flatten his body against his mate and kiss him.

Grievance hissed, even as his lips began to taste and explore Milo’s. They weren’t so much lips as they were swollen, plump scales. Milo didn’t care. He kissed them anyway. Then that forked tongue slid past his lips and began its own intertwining mating dance with his, and Milo was lost.

Grievance picked up the pace, and Milo was just a sack of flesh and bone, his soul taking a detour to new heights as his mate made love to him in a way Milo never imagined, even in his horniest dreams.

When the thrusts grew shorter—sharper—Milo knew he was close. Then the Naga’s bulbous tips swelled, and it was over. The finale to their epic dance, punctuated with incoherent moans as slick cum flooded Milo’s insides.

Milo moaned in surprise when the liquid pouring into his body came a little colder than he expected, eliciting a contrast that surprised him so much that before he knew it he was cumming. His tortured cock spurted weakly between their pressed bodies, lubricating the glide of their dance until they were both slick. Skin sliding against scales in a hot, wet mess.

Milo gasped, head resting on a scale-plated chest. Grievance’s taloned hands stroked carefully down the slope of his back.

Milo didn’t know how long he lay like that. He certainly didn’t remember Grievance pulling out of him or tucking him under the covers, or turning back into a man and holding him impossibly close.

All he knew was he was enveloped so fully in the scent of his mate that it was comically easy to fall into a peaceful sleep.

At least…until something woke him two hours later, trying to line up its suckers with his nipples.

Milo opened his eyes blearily.

Fuck. He hurt everywhere. But not in a way that was completely… unwanted. Maybe wrung out was a better way to say it. Like a wet towel twisted to the point where there was nothing left to squeeze out.

A distant banging brought him back to the room faster, consciousness snapping to attention. He looked around at the popping coals in the dying fire, the thin blanket pooled at the waist of his naked body.

And perhaps the most prominent thing in the room: a massive, muscle-lined, bare back slowly rising and falling.

He’s back to normal. Thank the Lantern.

Grievance’s body had resumed its shape as a man, his tattoos resting in a feathered pattern down his back. What was the last creature he’d been? Milo tried to remember, but it wasn’t coming to him.

He’d been stroked with feathers, rubbed raw with coarse fur, and slicked up with tentacles for so many hours he had no reference for what creatures had ravaged him in the night. Only that every single one of them had made Milo feel…