Page 38 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

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.

“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.