I'm walking back to the Pavilion orgy when an incredible sight cos to greet . Flying in the sky toward is a serpentine figure with scarlet scales and batlike wings glowing with heat. In fact, all her pale underbelly scales are red-hot as if fresh from the forge. The intimidating, opalescent gaze of a fierce predator finds mine as my draconic wife lands before in all-new splendor.
"Opal, it worked! You look incredible!"
She stands a head taller than my Orcish stature while rearing high on a long, coiling snake tail as thick as her waist. A diaphanous loincloth covers her modesty while teasing glimpses of a scaly, reptilian slit further concealing her humanoid pussy. Enormous breasts the size of her head swing beneath the pink see-through top that shrouds her nipples with sheer fabric. She’s a lot more human than even the Kobolds, having grown natural ringlets of auburn hair and long, pointy ears, but there are traces of red scales on her cheeks and throat. But she’s not just a Lamia anymore—large, scaly draconic wings with a span wider than her splayed arms sprout from between her shoulders. She’s downright majestic!
Her scales cool as I watch, the heat-glow visibly dissipating after landing, until they return to their normal coloration. Is this a new flight chanic?!? I’m excited to potentially add yet another one to my arsenal.
“How are you flying? Like, I get the wings, obviously, but what’s giving you lift or propulsion?” I ask, curiosity overflowing as I step into her personal space to get a closer look at her wings and put all four hands on her supple, curvy, eggnant body (it’s only been a few days at most, so there are no outward signs of our offspring’s growth, yet).
“A-Alex, oh, my! So forward—though I am your wife~ Tee hee!” She giggles in delight as we revel in the fact. “Ahem, p-propulsion? Let start at the beginning. You see, Alex, everything worked like you and Head-Wife Gabby said. I received the blessings of Suka the Flastalker, my tribe of Lizardn, and the Harpies of Harpy Mountain. I couldn’t have done it in one night without that lovely girl, Isabella’s delicious assistance. She refreshed whenever I ran low on stamina, letting push on until everything south of my navel was sore. I had intercourse with the Harpy Matron, relieved the libidos of the new Trio-Trio Hybrid, Ryb, and I think Lady Gale pushed over the edge. It was after I finished servicing her and her wingmaidens that the transformation ca upon .”
I see, Opal really did get a lot of sexual experience with powerful monsters today! That, on top of her Affinities, her battle experience with Malik and the Sheikh, and the Echidna ‘boost’ allowed her to attain a full Rank-up.
Book of Monsters Entry – lusine: Draconic monster. 2nd Tier, Superior Rank. A Lamia who has gained control over the elent of Air and grown wings. This evolution appears to further stoke their inner flas as well, as these monsters predominantly attack by spraying opponents with their burning venom. At close range, they constrict their prey with powerful coils while cooking them alive using their searing scales. Perhaps their increased magical potency is a synergistic interaction between Air and Fire, ‘fanning the flas,’ as it were? Of note is that this is the earliest appearance of wings (aning the lowest Tier observed with such) in the Draconic evolutionary tree, heralding greater things to co.
“You’re a lusine, now,” I whisper while recalling a relevant entry from the Book of Monsters.
“If that is your na for this form, Alex, then I shall treasure it always,” Opal declares. “I’ve not heard even a whisper of this evolution in our tribe’s lore, though we were separated from a larger branch long ago. Regardless, you asked about my ‘propulsion.’” She stopped a mont to reflect. “Ahem, it all feels rather natural, but I suppose you an the heat I’m giving off? My instincts tell to hold a pocket of Air beneath my wings and against my scales using elental manipulation magic while the thrill of flight burns in my breast.”
I think she ans that literally! Ah, Opal’s monster nature innately knows about the principle of buoyancy, basically turning herself into a hot-air balloon controlled through Air magic. Yet again, this is a unique thod of airborne locomotion. How fascinating!
Putting a hand on her hip, her waist, her tummy, and her snake tail where a woman’s thigh would be, I say in a husky tone, “You do know how I gain power from my harem, don’t you, my love?”
“Ehhh!?! Y-y-you, umm,” she starts stuttering, and I revel in my ability to unravel this big, sexy woman even after two potent evolutions, “Does that an you’re going to, m-m-make love to ???”
“I want nothing more, Beloved,” I say as one hand traces the contours of her waist and hips before finding that special place where her humanoid half lds into her reptilian lower body, the slit at her mound of Venus.
Her eyes roll back as one finger teases smooth, delicate scales slick with arousal, “A-Alex, yes, please, take ! I’m forever yours~”
All I have to do is imagine kissing her, and my Sli Hair tendrils reach out to grab her head, drawing her in close to mine without conscious effort. It’s my new ability, Swarm Sli Distributed Intelligence, at work.
I lock my lips against my draconic lover's humanoid, velvety skin. Our mouths crash together like we're wrestling with silken pillows. My Froglin tongue flicks against her deadly fangs for an instant before finding her serpentine tongue. Our oral mbers intertwine, saliva intermingling, the slippery lengths twirling and writhing together like mating snakes within the plush, pink chamber of our shed mouths. Opal clutches at hungrily with her arms around my waist, her wings instinctually closing around us for privacy as we make out. Her coils are already wrapping around my lower body while my fingers start to plunder her sex.
My digits dance across her vulva in rapid strokes that send rhythmic undulations through her coils as they pulsate with in their grip. I penetrate her tight little cunt with two fingers, making her groan with desire directly into my mouth. Her breathing cos hot and fast as she loses the coordination to make her tongue dance with mine. Her tail tightens on my legs as my fingers curl to hit a sweet spot, almost crushing my thighs, but for my Toughness and Constitution.
I withdraw my mouth from hers and reel in my tongue with a sinuous slurp before speaking, “You don’t have hold back with . I’m durable, Beloved.”
Two soft points poke my palm as my fingers stroke her most intimate reaches. The more I massage that special spot in Opal's feminine tunnel, the larger her hemipenis grows before flopping onto my palm in full eversion. When I squeeze her mbers, she returns the favor with her impressive Lamia constriction; released from the fetters of delicacy, she seizes around with a strength that would’ve crushed a lesser lover.
“Aaahhhnnn~” she cries, rearing back while bearing her fangs in ecstasy.
Not wanting my lover to break her teeth against my jade scales, I considerately bare my neck and pre-drill holes for her with miniature spinning Third Tier Air Blades. It’s possible thanks to a few extra Multitasking Focuses, and I ntally block out the pain. It’s worth it to ensure my Opal is able to enjoy to her heart’s content.
The lusine’s fangs penetrate my weakened scales, sinking deep into my flesh as my fingers penetrate her scaly depths in turn. She injects a powerful aphrodisiac like an infusion of lava into my veins. Scalding heat swims through my system, invigorating every limb, including my rmaid mber. The Ovipositor between my legs swells to the max, bulging lewdly and throbbing with the need for a sweet release.
Unsheathing her fangs from my flesh, Opal rasps harshly into my ear, “Let be your dirty girl. I want to taste your ass~”
“Anyti, Beloved,” I eke out while basking in the throes of her potent venom. All my fingers and toes quirk and spasm with fiery pleasure. My insectoid wings buzz, lifting slightly, making it easier for her to move around.
Opal’s coils release as her arms spin about, reversing my head and feet to put us in a sixty-nine position. Her hands clasp about my buttocks, spreading my cheeks to reveal my twitching anus, puffy vulva, and swinging sack. She doesn’t hesitate, diving between the twin pillows of my ass to spear her forked tongue into the soft recesses of my rosebud. My cock naturally slides into the crevice of her bust while her mouth goes to work rimming my rear—my hips move on their own, starting to fuck her tits with desperation. I’m in bliss pounding her massive marshmallow mountains, slickened with her saliva dripping from where her tongue attacks my butt. Each thrust of my groin sends my sensitive spear surging forward into her squishy cleavage or back against her luscious lips on my sphincter.
At the sa ti, her dual, reptilian cocks bounce into view in front of my face. Without thinking, I sling my Froglin tongue around both soft-bristled mbers, squeezing both together as I stretch my mouth as wide as it’ll go. It’s a struggle, but I manage to slip both pricks into my gullet, frotting them against one another while using my throat as additional stimulation.
“A-Alex!!!” she gasps while catching her breath before diving back between my cheeks to tickle my prostate with her forked tongue.
My fingers find her pussy once again while I leisurely enjoy the stuffed-full sensation of swallowing two sizable reptilian cocks. The feeling of being lodged in my throat while having her g-spot read by my digits must be too much for Opal, because her arms tighten around my middle as she shoves her face hard against my pillowy cheeks while screaming with pleasure. At the sa ti, the lusine releases a massive double-load of sizzling jizz into my stomach.
It's spicy, like double-dragon hot sauce, but oh, so satisfying!
Opal quivers around , shivering and shaking through her thunderous orgasm as she spurts globules of zesty sen down my gullet again and again. Her cunt squirts steaming girlcum onto my hands as I continue to rub her pussy through the peak of Opal’s climax. Finally, she relaxes beneath as the storm subsides.
My lusine lover luxuriously pulls her tongue from my ass, allowing to feel the withdrawal of every inch of her serpentine length before hesitating. Her burning-hot breath bathes my backside as she holds in place. It takes a second to realize what she’s looking at.
“Mmm, those are new~”
She sounds drunk with lust, and I’m suddenly afraid of the ideas percolating in her head. “Opal, Beloved, you don’t have to… Hrk! Fffff—Ahhhnnn!!!”
My words are cut off by a pained grunt forcing its way out of my lips. The reason? My lover just sank her fangs into my nutsack, where my jade scales aren’t as thick, directly injecting my balls with another dose of that volcanic venom.
As wonderful as the fertile valley of her bounteous breasts is, they can’t satisfy the intense carnal urges suddenly searing my nerves. The only thing that can quench this heat is a hot, tight hole.
I pull myself down her body length until our loins align and I sit upright. Hoisting myself up on buzzing wings, I grab her cocks with my lower pair of hands to bring their tips to my hungry holes. Nothing else matters in this mont compared to getting Opal’s soft-bristled girth inside my ass and cunt. I sit down hard on her rods, filling my inner chambers with her scorching spears. Then, when my vision clears from the lust-haze, I tilt my tip down to find the lusine’s love-tunnel.
Thankfully, my ovipositor is prehensile; otherwise, this position would be near impossible. Sohow, my sensitive tip locates her entryway, slipping into her sweltering sex in reverse-cowgirl position while her twin cocks occupy my honeypot and welcoming rectum. There’s a montary struggle, and then everything clicks as we’re both completely unified, each fully sheathed in the other’s most intimate sleeves.
I start to rock back and forth, the barest inch of movent amplified by a double-dose of fiery venom across the three-piece interlocking chanism of our genital arrangent. It’s rare that I’m able to connect so completely on a physical level with a lover. We’re joined together three tis as totally as any human pairing can ever experience at once. It’s a magical sensation, totally overwhelming, unbearable, and yet utterly addicting, almost all-consuming as it takes every ounce of ntal effort to fully appreciate what we have.
Opal rears up behind to press her huge mammaries against my back between my wings as she sinks her teeth back into my neck—not to inject more venom, but just to bite and kiss and hold for leverage as her serpentine body ungulates beneath . The lusine rolls her loins against , fucking as well as herself with each sinusoidal peak and valley, bringing us to new heights together.
Every autonomous tendril of Sli Hair on my head grabs Opal and holds her in place. They know I want to keep her close, to feel her there against . The tentacles writhe across her skin in a constant stream of tactile pleasure they pass along to my already strained mind.
My ass is on fire but filled with love—I can feel every soft, reptilian bristle on her cock as it slides in and out of my sphincter. It ans so much knowing that I’m bringing my wife pleasure with my secret garden. My vagina clenches and writhes on her rod in a desperate attempt to wring the seed from her groin in the oldest of dances. My ovipositor knows this woman is already gravid with my brood, but obligingly prepares to shoot yet another load onto her already fertilized womb regardless.
There’s a massive explosion in my head as all three of our connections orgasm simultaneously—her cocks and sheath, my ass, pussy, and rod, together in six-part harmony. Boiling jizz splashes against my inner walls on both sides as I blast her cervix with a full serving of Echidna cream.
I clutch her tail while Opal fiercely bites my shoulder, and we both cum together in spectacular orgasmic bliss.
*Fucked a lusine – Two Draconic Marks!*
*Marks Consolidated!*
*lusine Bride – Three Draconic Marks!*
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