by J G Jerome
Supreet moves towards the door, “Allow me, sweetheart. One person attacking you at the door in a single evening is all my heart can handle.”
*Durec, mail please. Jacob, too.*
The metallic strands around my neck with three Celtic Knots in front of it expands into a full green chain mail shirt. The ones on my wrist expand into a gauntlet. I hear gasps behind me again.
I unlock the chain and then the deadbolt. I pull the door open and maneuver my feet to a neutral position as I greet the nice Hispanic young man with the cart. “Your dinner, sir.”
“Excellent. Come on in. By the fireplace, please.” I move out of the way and wave him in.
I watch him closely, but he just drives the cart where I directed him and comes back with a ticket for me to sign. Jacob shrinks back to his cord configuration to allow me to include a nice tip and sign it. He wishes us a great evening, and then he leaves.
I set both locks, and then I walk back in.
“So, stay or not? At least a glass of wine.” *Durec, back to cord configuration, please*
I hear *Certainly, Lord* in my mind.
Ravi looks to Jagpreet who shrugs and nods her head from side to side. I don’t think they notice Durec’s configuration change.
*Thanks, Durec and Jacob.*
Ravi looks at me, “Sure, a glass.” I pull several dishes off the tray and Supreet pulls the tablecloth off and puts it on the bed. Once she has it spread, she starts arranging pillows around to sit on and lays out dishes on the tablecloth. I find service for four, so I crack the bottle and pour four glasses of wine. Supreet slips past me on her way to the loo, and I notice her panties are the pocket square in the shirt pocket. When she returns from washing her hands, there’s no pocket square. I give her a light spank as she slides by, which causes her to turn on me trying to hide the grin on her face. As I hand her a glass of wine, I notice her mother is grinning too at our interaction. Ravi moves the easy chair and desk chair next to the bed.
The elder Mishras sit in the chairs next to the bed. I lift Supreet and gently set her on a pillow. She caresses my cheek as I return with a glass of my own and carefully crawl onto my pillow to sit.
I propose a toast, “As I have made my intent known, I’d like to toast ‘to family.’ Please.”
The three Mishras all reach in and we manage to touch glasses, but the logistics of it are enough of a challenge that we are soon all laughing. ‘To family’ rings over the tinkle of the stemware. We all sip.
“Mr. & Mrs. Mishra, please call me Jack. Now that Supreet is no longer concerned about hiding me, I think she can catch you up on details of how we met and our interactions at work. We were discussing the Nameless before you arrived. I would like to get word to their leadership that I exist, and that I would like to treat with them. I understand your family is allied with them despite being of the Host. Would you be able to get me in touch with the head of the Nameless?”
“Why do you want to do that, Jack?” Mr. Mishra asks.
“I think they have been ‘Nameless’ long enough. The thing you, and probably the Nameless, don’t know is that love is my superpower. You may have heard many versions of what the powers of the Green Lords are. Essentially, all those powers relate back to an affinity for life and loving all living things. It’s that power of love the Sidhe of old could not abide. They were jealous of it just as they were jealous of the influence and powers of the lords. I think the Sluagh and the Nameless can help me and the Queen of the Fae beat it out of them. Finally, if I am to use my superpower, I suspect forgiveness is the most powerful manifestation of love that anyone can make.” I point at the food and start digging into an octopus skewer.
Supreet puts some olives and flatbread on a small plate. Ravi shrugs, and picks up a plate, some cheese, olives, jamon, and flatbread. Jagpreet spanks his ass as he stands to reach a dish. “What? I’ll share with you.” Apparently she’s not spanking him over the meat after all.
He sits down and tries the food. “Very tasty!” He chews for a minute. “So, you are asking to meet with a leader and open talks.”
I nod as I sip wine, “Essentially yes, but the leader. Not a leader. If they send a subordinate leader and then I send one, we end up playing diplomacy games. Those don’t interest me. Two people who want to protect their people sit down and talk through how we can both accomplish that, without unbearable compromises on either side. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” Jagpreet relieves him of his plate as he continues speaking. “I don’t know that the leader will get the message, but I can craft a message to encourage them to pass it up.”
I nod, “That’s all that I can ask. I’ll give you a card before you leave with my contact details.”
We chat about inconsequential stuff until the food and wine are gone. Jagpreet asks about my background and my business. I ask about theirs in return. They are both accountants and have their own CPA practice. They explain they have a sizable dowry set aside for Supreet. I explain that I am independently wealthy, and I would be very happy if they would save it for their other childrens’ educations. They’re interested in how much wealth we’re talking, I share ballpark figures pre-lottery. They are suitably impressed. I inquire about the size of the accounts they manage. Most are in the one-to-three million dollar annual revenue. I make a note to self to discuss accounting with my officers later. I don’t mention the lottery winnings.
We steadily demolish the food, and the wine disappears quickly, too. Finally Jagpreet asks, “Supreet, have you shown him your other form.” I notice she used the singular case of the word ‘form.’
“No, Ma Ma.” Supreet explains, “We talked about it. He is interested to see my Naga form, but when he saw that I am nervous about it, he said he would wait until I am ready.”
“Show him now, my daughter. Grand, romantic words are one thing, but actions mean everything. Give him a view of what he would be marrying.”
Supreet hides her face, “Yes, Ma Ma.”
I grab her hand, “I will support you whatever you decide, my Love.”
Supreet shakes her head as her mother watches me like a hawk. “She’s right, Jack. I need to do this.” She looks up at me. “Regardless of your reaction. I love you, my Lord Jack.” I kiss her. She crawls off behind me to stand beside the bed.
She reaches under my shirt and slides her panties off. She picks them up and hands them to me. Then she slowly unbuttons my shirt with her eyes locked on mine. I turn my entire body to face her. As she slowly slides the shirt off to reveal her lovely figure, her eyes begin to glow and her pupils elongate. She hands me my shirt and leans in to kiss me. As she starts to move back, she stops and her serpent tongue flicks my hairline before she stands erect. Then she goes to stand next to the foot of the bed. She keeps her gaze locked on my face, as fine lines appear on her skin and her skin darkens. Her ribs ripple as a second pair of arms appear under her skin, wrapped around her torso immediately below her full, pert breasts. The additional pair of arms become more prominent as the lines deepen into scales and her skin darkens to a deep, dark blue that is nearly black. Her legs fuse together as her arms split from her torso until she falls forward on her knees as her legs, ankles, and feet extend into a pointed tail. Her legs extend until they reach to roughly twelve to fifteen feet long from hip to tip. My beautiful, Indian lover is propped on two pairs of arms and the bend of her tail below her hips.
I glide off the bed and kneel at her side. I cup her upper left arm in my hand. “May I help you, Beloved?” Her silky blue-black hair glides past her face as she slowly lifts her head until her golden, serpentine eyes look into mine. I cup her face as I see her serpentine features for the first time. Her nose has flattened and receded into her face, leaving only a small bump and two slits. Her mouth, chin, and cheekbones are still human in shape and proportion, but her luscious lips have thinned until they barely exist. Instead of red, they are a rich royal blue. Her eyelids, both upper and lower, have the same color that fades into the dar
ker, richer, blue-black. Her ears have shrunken to be a very small ridge of cartilage behind a small aperture. She is so exotically beautiful that she takes my breath away.
“Oh, Supreet! You are gorgeous!” I lift her up. Her beautifully full, pert breasts are still the same proportions, but now covered in the same dark silky scales as the rest of her body, with azure areolae and nipples. I look down and see her sparse landing strip is gone, revealing the azure color of her vulva. I pull her into my arms as I look down into her golden eyes. “Will you still have me, Supreet?”
“Yessss, my Lord! I give you all that I am. I love you, Jack!”
I pull her face to mine and kiss her cool, silky lips. I’m surprised to find two tongues inside her mouth - a very human one and a very serpentine one. She chases my tongue with both of hers. As she pulls them back, I suckle them both into my mouth and let my hand glide down her torso to cup her significantly leaner, barely there, tushy. I release her tongues as I suckle first one lip, then the other in my mouth for a short nibble.
“Supreet, I feel overdressed.” I turn to her parents. “Do we have anything urgent to discuss? I feel I need to give my date my full attention.”
Supreet disengages from me and slithers to the hooks in the hallway and pulls my trousers down. She roots around in my pockets to find my money clip and pulls a business card out with long nimble fingers. She glides over to her father and hands him my business card.
She tells him, “Father, can we agree that I will not be marrying Reddy Shivkumar?”
Ravi nods, “Agreed.”
She glides to stand in front of her mother. “Mother, say goodbye to your ‘little girl.’ I will be a woman when you next see me. I will still love you. I will still love Ba Ba. But, I now also love Jack. I am going to make love to him tonight.” She draws her mother into her arms and kisses her cheek. “I’ll be home in time to change before going to work.” She hugs them both again, and they each kiss her on the cheek before they walk towards the door.
They stop and shake my hand before heading out the door. Ravi tells me, “Treat my little girl right, Jack.”
“You have my word, Ba Ba.”
I hear Jagpreet murmur, “Ravi, I’m sure dinner is burned!” After I lock and bolt the door I turn to see my beautiful serpentine lover standing on her coiled tail.
Supreet glides to meet me next to the corner of the bed. We embrace and kiss passionately. When we finally come up for air, she tells me, “Jack, I have three forms. You have seen two, and I will show you the third later tonight. It’s important because each of my forms is a virgin. I ask that you make all three a woman tonight.”
“Oh the pressure! Good thing we had dinner! I’m gonna need the fuel!” I tell her with a grin. She grins back. Then she pulls out of my embrace and races to pick up all the plates from the bed, employing all four arms to wrap them up inside the table cloth. She sets the package on the cart. I set the two bottles of water on the desk and then wheel the cart outside.
After bolting the door again, I come back to find Supreet looking at the bed. I shuck out of my shorts and t-shirt and slide up behind her. I palm her breasts in my hands as I suckle her neck, just as though she were in her human form. She twists and kisses me as she glides up onto the bed. I follow and gently lay her back, kissing as much of her silky, scaled flesh that I can find. I suckle her azure nipples, and nibble her vulva before diving into suckling her inner labia and clit. The same techniques I have used on her human form work well on her Naga form, too. There are differences in her response. I guess I need to treat each form like a separate woman. I know her human form pretty well, so I try the things that she likes most in human form and spiral out from there. Her labia are not as sensitive, her clit is about the same sensitivity, but her opening itself appears to be her ultimate erogenous zone.
Once I figure that out, I lick her opening while rubbing her clit until she orgasms. Her fluids taste different, too. Then I crawl up her body to kiss her. I look at her inquiringly as I feel two hands reach down and grab Little Jack. I straddle her and let her line me up. Then I press forward until I hit her barrier. I squeeze her left nipple as I kiss her and press forward. She presses on my shoulders for a moment after she breaks, then nods and returns to kissing me as I push forward.
She recovers quickly, and I find that the lower set of arms are driving me in much the same way a human woman might lock her heels behind my ass. I go with it.
It doesn’t take long until she has her first orgasm from intercourse. Then her second, which is stronger. The third announces itself by clamping down on me to the extent I can barely move before she floods her channel with fluid until I can. The sensations are too much for me I blast my seed into her. That apparently is a turn-on, because she slams into me harder and screams into my mouth.
After we both ride our waves out, we lie there and recover. I drowse and feel her moving on top of me. Little Jack has kept his head in the game and is still inside Supreet.
After a few minutes, I crack my eyes open to find a very different form in my arms. I see the familiar curve of Supreet’s firm round tushy and lean firm legs, covered in the royal blue of her lips and nips of her serpent form. There are no more scales, but unless I drank more wine than I think I did, there are three arms on this side. She’s laying on her right side with the top-tier hand on my shoulder. Her beautiful face is laying on my hairy chest, and by stretching and twisting my neck I can see her eyes moving under her closed lids. I caress her back and tushy with just enough pressure to fire her nerves while my left hand is curled under her delectable flesh, holding her to me. She smells differently than in her human form. More spicey - a hint of chili maybe. I guess this is her third form.
I keep caressing her. She starts to stir as I watch her, fascinated by the malleability and beauty of her body. The blue in her skin looks a little less vibrant and appears to be fading. She says, “You’re smiling, husband.”
I squeeze her and nod at the title she uses. “Yes I am, Darling. I am overwhelmed by the wonder of you. Sweetie, I am going to hold off on calling you ‘wife’ until we have a ceremony. Are you okay with that, my Love?”
“Of course, husband. You have so many women, Jack. What number of wife will I be?” she asks.
“I’m not sure yet, Love. Trina keeps vexing me by refusing to marry me. She claims to be happy as my ‘Chief Concubine.’ That’s her term, by the way - not mine. She claims she likes the power of being able to control who gets into my bed, but I think it has more to do with her desire to submit to me. As long as she’s a concubine, I legally am her master under Fae and Elven law. I suspect she finds comfort in that. So, that means third, after Kristina. I’m not going to wait any longer than that. Would your parents be willing to come out to Arizona for the wedding?”
She squeezes me and nods vigorously, “I’m pretty sure that anything that causes them to spend money will be okay. It will make Ba Ba feel like he is paying a proper dowry. My sister and brother will come too if that’s okay.”
“Of course, Love. Will you wear this six-arm form for the wedding?” I ask. “I’d love to see it draped in white lace and silk.”
She gasps, “What?” as she sits up. That’s when I notice she has not only six arms, but also six breasts! Her human breasts are about grapefruit-sized and perky. In this form, all six of them are a little smaller, but not much - about the size of a Florida navel orange. Where she has three arms on each side, her breasts are arrayed in two rows of three. As a result, decolletage, is not really an issue as there’s no room for it due to six plump, juicy, pert breasts stuffed in the space normally reserved for two. Supreet isn’t particularly aroused, but her nipples and areolae are nearly red.
I catch her in my arms as I sit up, and she gasps as Little Jack moves around inside her. I attack her mouth with mine, and she moans and squirms. That takes care of the arousal issue. I lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth, sucking and tongue-whipping it mercilessly. When Supreet clutches three h
ands in my hair trying to hold me to her, I move her torso enough to grab the next one in my mouth. I continue in this vein until she starts to spasm around Little Jack as I’m about to finish number four. Numbers five and six each start a new round of spasms. I lay her down on her side and straddle her left leg while sitting on my haunches inside her right leg. I start pounding her fast and hard now that I have some leverage. My cock is rubbing across her g-spot on every thrust. About the time I’m ready to anoint her hybrid form’s pussy, she starts flooding hot, rich, creamy fluid. Seeing it seep out around Little Jack while feeling her clench me repeatedly is all I can take! When she feels me blasting my seed into her, she reaches for me with four arms as her bucking intensifies, all six breasts jiggle wildly, and she clenches the comforter with her remaining two hands. Her skin is brilliant azure blue again, and her lips, nipples, and labia are the red of a velveteen rose. I fall into her arms and devour her mouth as she bucks and squeals below me.
We both eventually finish our spasms; although, in fairness she has few aftershocks. I look at my lover. “Supreet my Love, you are a beautiful human. You are a beautiful Naga. But this form is almost too much loveliness for a man to handle. I think if you walk around our house like this, all the ladies will be wanting to drown in all this bounty, and I personally will get nothing done.”
She pushes my shoulder. “You are being silly, Jack,” she says with a big grin.
“No darling, I’m serious. There are eleven ladies in my family. If you had joined us at Thanksgiving, they probably would have dragged you back to their compound in Sedona. At least nine will want to make love to you regardless, but I’m pretty sure all eleven will jump you when they see you like this. ”
“Kristina would hesitate. She is jealous, I think. Who is the other?” she asks.
Nodding, “I think you’re right about Krissie, but that won’t stop her from falling for you eventually. But yes, she is one of the two I was thinking about. The other is Charli. Honestly, she’s just not that into women; although, I know she has had female lovers from time-to-time. If I’m around, she will generally just wait until she can be with me. Some of the others prefer men, but will still love their sisters to ensure they feel loved.” I run the back of my fingers across the bottom of the lower row of breasts.