Surprised, he jerked his head back, breaking the kiss. “But…why?”
“I might die down here with you, and that’s your only question?” Ratu grabbed his face. “Consider this the start of a debt repaid.”
Mike tried to protest, but her mouth found his again, and they shared a kiss that tasted of green tea. He ran his fingers across her shoulder blades and down her back. By her waist, her skin transitioned completely to slightly bumpy scales. He traced them, marveling at how smooth they were.
She broke their kiss. “Do you like how they feel?”
“I really do. They feel soft and strong at the same time.”
“You’ll find that most women are that way.” Her fingers slid down his stomach, teasing his waistline. Her coils loosened, allowing her hand to finish its journey, gripping his hardening cock. “Oh wow, you’re huge!”
“You’re being generous.”
“No. I’ve taken many lovers.” She stroked him firmly. “Was it this big before the soul swap?”
“Yeah. It hasn’t gotten any bigger.”
“Amazing. I have to see it.” She slid out of view, and he could only see her form beneath the kimono. As she shifted, she kept letting in cold air, so Mike took his hands off her to hold the fabric in place.
“Can you even see it in there?” Mike asked.
“We don’t always see with our eyes,” she replied with a sudden emphasis on her ess sounds. Her mouth was warm against his flesh, but he suddenly realized it wasn’t her mouth he was feeling. She had wrapped her tongue around his cock like a gigantic ribbon, squeezing him like a set of hands trying to wring him dry.
He groaned and clutched the kimono.
“I’m thurprithed. Motht men don lath thith long.”
“Well, I’m not most men,” Mike replied. “I, uh, also had sex earlier.”
Ratu made a noise. When Mike didn’t respond, she repeated it. He realized she was asking, “When?”
“Before we got here” was all he said. He didn’t feel the need to tell her with who or how many times. As he fought back a grin, it occurred to him for not the first time how his world had shifted. From being terrified of sex to multiple times a day with multiple partners. It was simply the relationship he had with his housemates, and it filled him with joy.
He moaned, giving himself over to Ratu’s magnificent blow job. The pulsing sensation had shifted, and he couldn’t tell what she was doing. He lifted the fabric, but there wasn’t enough light to see by. He pulled the goggles down off his forehead and discovered that one of the many lenses allowed him to see that Ratu had unhinged her jaw and was sucking the entire length of his cock into her mouth, still wrapped up in her tongue. “Oh wow!”
Ratu winked at him and slid her mouth even farther. Her throat was bulging with the effort, but she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Below his waist, she had wrapped him up completely with her lower body.
She gargled something at him, her head bobbing up and down. Mike let go of the kimono and stared at the icy ceiling. His body temperature had climbed enough that he was no longer uncomfortable, and Ratu was examining every square inch of his cock with her tongue. He felt the pressure build in his cock but tensed up his abdominal muscles and let his mind wander a bit. He was in no hurry to finish.
Her tongue slid off him, and Ratu climbed along his torso, her head reappearing in the gap he had made in their blankets.
“Getting cold,” she told him, then wrapped her arms tightly around his chest. She felt chilled again, most likely a result of him watching her suck his cock with the kimono open.
“Get comfy,” he instructed, pushing up the goggles. Her coils were squeezing him, her scales sliding over his swollen glans. He shivered in delight at the sensation of snakeskin against his cock, and Ratu held him even tighter.
“Comfy can mean lots of things,” she told him, touching his face. She kissed him again, only slower this time.
His mouth started tingling, and he broke contact, touching his lips. “What?” He rubbed his bottom lip. It hadn’t gone numb, but it definitely felt weird.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “Sometimes I leak a little venom when I’m excited.”
“Will it hurt me?”
“Not in the slightest.” She kissed him again, and the tingling sensation spread across his jaw. Her coils squeezed his legs, much like her tongue had done to his cock, massaging the blood through his limbs. He felt like he was making out with a girl in the world’s best massage chair. He kept one hand on the back of her head, the other lovingly stroking her side. He moved it inward, his fingers sliding along the curve of her breast and teasing her nipple.
Her undulating body warmed him up, and he, in turn, kept her warm. His hard cock throbbed against her skin, and he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her closer, pressing himself against her. The scales beneath his fingers melted away, and her reptilian legs parted around him.
Ratu broke the kiss, lifting her head and gasping when she pushed herself onto his cock. Her labia were semirigid, but on the inside she was soft like velvet. She wrapped her legs beneath his thighs, and he could feel them meld back together, wrapping around his lower legs once more, pinning him in place.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she said, settling into a steady rhythm. Every time her coils squeezed, she sank onto his cock and lifted him at the same time, pressing them together like a vise.
“If you can dish it out, I can take it.”
“Good.” She kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel his pulse throughout his whole body, and every time she squeezed, his dick felt extra hard inside of her.
Mike moaned, rolling his head back and enjoying her doing all the work.
She licked his neck with her impossibly long tongue. It tickled at his lobes, then wrapped around his throat, giving him a reassuring squeeze. She was panting now, riding him slowly. His neck started tingling from the venom she was drooling.
The whole scene reminded him of the time he’d had sex with Cecilia in a cave in the greenhouse. A magic item had provided them with light, and they had taken their time. Literal sparks had crossed between them, Cecilia’s magic bouncing back and forth until he had come inside of her.
Now, here with Ratu, it felt much the same. It started as a cold sensation in his gut, not unlike his danger sense. It quickly migrated to his balls, mixing with the fire that had been stoked, his orgasm building inside of him. Flashes of blue formed at the edges of his vision, and he tilted his head to look between them. Tiny sparks were crossing the gap, shocks that made Ratu jump in pleasure.
She released his throat, sitting up to look down on him. Her stomach and chest had gone dark, replaced with snakeskin. Mike ran trembling fingers up and down her flesh, feeling the hard nubs of her nipples and squeezing her breasts. He was unable to move from the waist down—she had constricted him completely.
“I’m beginning to think that you can’t give as well as you take,” she said, grinning at him. “I can feel you getting close.”
“You’re the one doing all the work.”
“Maybe I would rather have it this way. Making you come, over and over, maybe keep you as a toy in my Labyrinth.” There was a glint in her eye that made him nervous, but then she chuckled. “Or not. You’ve lasted far longer than any other human I’ve subjected to this.”
“Are all naga this cocky?”
“Yes.” She slid back and forth, making the head of his cock rub against a rough patch of skin inside her. “And we can do this too.”
Her vagina squeezed him like a fist, rolling from the base of his cock to the tip, then repeating. He gasped, squeezing her breasts, the sensations of hot and cold mixing together in his balls, and radiating out along his stomach. A tiny lightning storm had formed between them now, jumping off Mike and up along her rib cage.
“What
is that?” Ratu sat back to get a better look, positioning herself just right so that when Mike slid straight up into her, that rough patch of flesh slid along the head of his cock.
“Mmm…fuuuuuuck!” Mike’s orgasm boiled over, and he blew his load. The sparks raced down his stomach and jumped off the head of his cock. He filled her pussy with semen, but the magic kept going, stretching away from him like a rubber band until it snapped and jumped inside of Ratu. Her eyes lit from within as Cecilia’s magic took over. Blue-and-red sparks erupted across her torso, dancing across her breasts and crawling down her stomach.
“Oh, oh, oh, mmmmmm!” When she came, she uttered an unearthly hiss, her mouth opening wide to expose enormous fangs. Her scale pattern shifted across her face as if it was being projected on her from somewhere else. Her lower half squeezed Mike so tightly he became light-headed.
The sparks on her body grew smaller, creeping in through the pores of her skin. The fireball above them tripled in size, casting eerie shadows across the cave of ice. Ratu hissed again, her long tongue tasting the air. She looked down at Mike, her eyes more snake than human and her body aglow in blue light. When she let out a gasp, the scale pattern vanished, and her eyes went back to normal. She collapsed on him, holding him closely.
They lay that way for several minutes, Mike’s heart beating fast. What had just happened?
“I totally would have gone with you to your sock hop,” she said, breaking the silence. “Whatever that is.”
“This was way more fun than a middle school dance,” he replied. He had gone to most of the dances, affairs where the boys and girls just looked at each other and drank all the soda that was provided, but only to get out of the house.
More time passed in silence, and he felt her shapeshift above him. When he rolled to his side, she nestled against him. The expanded ball of fire kept them both warm.
“That was an interesting trick you had up your sleeve,” she said. “I have no idea what that was. I’ve never heard of it.”
“Yeah, well. That was my first time doing it. On my own, anyway.”
“When the sparks stopped, I felt my magic recharge.” She chuckled. “This greatly improves our odds of survival. I wish you had done it earlier.”
“If I knew I could do that, I would have suggested it.” He saw something shining in the light of the fire off to his side. Mike picked up Ratu’s crown and set it on her head. “Feeling a bit more regal now?”
“You have no idea.” She pointed at the ball of fire, and it grew even larger. “I thought you were interesting before, but apparently you have other secrets worth exploring.”
“This isn’t the first time someone has used my sperm to regain their energy. I wasn’t even thinking about it, to be honest.”
“If you were an ordinary human, you may have prolonged my life, but this…” She summoned another ball of fire, then set it casually in the air to warm them further. “This is something entirely different.”
“Yes, well, I don’t quite understand it either.” He thought of the shock of white hair inside Baba Yaga’s trap. When this was all over, he was going to have to speak with Cecilia. “Do you suppose it’s the soul swap with Naia?”
“Perhaps.” She summoned another ball of fire. “I don’t think I can get us out, but I can definitely keep us comfortable. There’s still plenty of air, which means the tunnels aren’t completely collapsed. This at least gives the others time.”
“If they’re coming.”
“Yes.” She put her hands against her stomach, wincing. “Starting to get hungry.”
“No food in those robes of yours?” Mike asked hopefully.
“No. Leaves crumbs.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “Nothing to do but wait.”
They stayed that way, enjoying the open flames. He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he was surprised when a tiny blue light squeezed through a crack in the ice. Spiraling around the chamber first, Cerulea landed on Mike’s knee.
“We’re here!” she shouted.
Mike heard the sound of metal on ice. He hurried to get his clothes back on, and Ratu snapped her fingers, her kimono shrinking to the appropriate size and covering her body. When Mike pulled up his pants, something hit the ground. Kneeling, he picked up the gear key that had fallen out of his pocket.
“Listen!” Ratu fiddled with her sleeves, watching the caved-in tunnel entrance. Voices could be heard on the other side, and then the tunnel blew itself apart. Large chunks of ice floated through the air, then landed on the edges of the cavern. Beth skipped in, her eyes the color of ink. Clearly it was Jenny’s turn to drive.
“All the king’s horses, and all the king’s men, dug through the ice to find you again.” Grinning, she did a pirouette for Mike as the others stepped through the entrance. He walked to greet them but stumbled when Tink slammed into his midsection, knocking him back down.
“Husband scare Tink,” she whispered. “Husband must never scare Tink again.”
THE COMING STORM
Daryl knelt on the floor of the car, contemplating the large patch of skin that had been blasted off the side of Kali’s ribs. He gave the skin a tug, causing her to wince. Her fists clenched, and she hissed.
“You always impress me,” Daryl told her, pulling a scalpel from the small kit on the floor. “Anyone else would have passed out from the pain.”
“I don’t feel pain.” Her eyes bulged from her head, many of the veins burst from the lightning blast.
Daryl used the scalpel to make a large cut across her torso, removing the ruined flesh.
“Just anger.”
“If anger keeps you from throwing up in my car, then so be it.” He tossed the scrap of skin in a plastic bag. “I’m going to have to regrow it. I’m afraid you’re gonna be mismatched for a while.”
“The new skin will fade eventually,” she said.
Daryl touched the edge of her wound with his wand, muttering under his tongue. Her tattered flesh scarred over, then grew. Daryl directed the growth with his wand, careful not to let any of the edges get away from him. The skin there would be extra sensitive for some time and would be a lighter color than the rest of her for at least a couple of months.
“For one who specializes in death, you are very good at fixing that which lives.”
“My mentor told me once that to truly understand how something works, you must take it apart first.” A slight grin crossed his lips as he scrutinized a gash by her hip. “Let’s get those pants off you.”
Kali obliged, sliding out of her clothes. The town car stank of sulfur, the result of so much burnt hair on her body. The wound on her hip widened, revealing muscle tissue and a small patch of bone.
“You have no idea how grateful I am that you don’t bleed.” He pulled a set of surgical wands out of his pocket. Digging through them, he picked an appropriately thin one and went to work stitching her muscle back together over her leg.
“Leave no trace,” she said, watching him work. She would have eventually healed on her own, but he could do in minutes what it would take her days or weeks to do. “Main ingredient of the most powerful hexes is a piece of the victim, and I am nobody’s victim.”
“I don’t think that’s true today. Explain to me one more time how this happened?”
“I almost broke the geas.” Kali scowled. “At least, I almost broke another layer of it. It was a crucial moment, and they distracted me.”
“By turning the sprinklers on you?”
“I don’t know how they did it. But I bet the nymph was involved.” She wiggled her fingers. “If I get in there first, I might tear her face off with my bare hands.”
“What a waste of a perfectly good nymph.” Daryl halted the growth with the tap of his wand, the gap in her skin almost half an inch across. Using his fingers, he pushed the wound closed. Her skin looked like a burning fuse, the wound caut
erizing and healing within a couple of seconds. “Tell you what, I’ll trade you something in exchange for the nymph. If, that is, you beat me to the prize.”
“We’ll see.” Kali lifted her arm. “I need your phone.”
“What’s wrong with yours?”
In response, Kali pulled it from the pocket of her pants and threw it at Daryl’s feet. The metal frame had been melted, the screen shattered.
“Damn.” Daryl pulled out his phone and handed it over. “Who are you so eager to call?”
Kali ignored him, looking at the screen. “You have several missed calls from Sebastien.”
“Yeah, he’s pissed. Something about his homunculus won’t reform, and this is all our fault somehow.”
“We were supposed to work together,” Kali said, dialing a number. “Maybe that should be the way we do this from now on.”
“You all got a turn,” Daryl said. “It’s only fair that I see what my doe-eyed meat puppet can accomplish. If she fails, then we put our heads together.”
Kali held the phone to her ear. A few seconds later, she flinched, and a dark presence washed over the interior of the car, even from so many miles away.
Daryl shivered, realizing she had called the high priest.
“She’s here,” Kali said. “The succubus is in the house with the others.”
Daryl stopped what he was doing, watching Kali. Eventually, she handed the phone back to Daryl.
“What did he say?”
“He is coming.” Kali let out a deep breath. “Here. To the house.”
“Shit.” Daryl looked at the phone. “And you’re sure? The succubus is here? You saw her?”
“I did.”
“Fuck. Then I don’t have a lot of time.” Daryl resumed working on her leg. “If he shows up and finds out we’ve been fighting each other on this, he’ll have our heads. The less we tell him, the better.”
Kali nodded. “All he needs to know is that we spotted the succubus and have had some trouble.”
“Glad we agree.” Daryl took a break from knitting her wound shut to send a text to Dana. “Let’s see if I can speed things along.”
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