Chapter 102: Episode 102: Giving him the Pleasure He Deserves [19+]

Roxy was having the time of her life.

It’s one thing to give a blowjob to a man who wouldn’t provide a single reaction to your struggles, and then it’s another thing for them to be whimpering and shuddering just from a handjob.

Roxy was sure she wasn’t truly putting in a lot of work, but every skin on Syris’s dick was very sensitive.

He was whimpering, trembling, and his hands would always hover on hers before he would retract them as if he was battling with her sanity.

Kaelen and Zarek enjoyed this and would grow, but Syris was like a literal female, and it made Roxy more daring.

But her hand was cramping.

She wrapped her fingers around, but he was two distinct, ribbed, and shockingly large structures that sat side by side. He was not as large as Zarek, but he was very big. And right now, they were both erect, weeping clear fluid, and radiating heat.

“Sy,” Roxy whispered, switching her grip, trying to stimulate at once. But it was impossible. Her hand was too small. “You are… ridiculous. How do you walk around with this equipment?”

Syris threw his head back against the bark of the tree, ragged his tearing from his throat as his hips bucked upward, chasing her touch.

“As long as Roxy… loves it…” he gasped, his voice sounding wrecked.

Roxy gulped, her eyes narrowing as she watched him unravel just from her touch.

If he could be this way while I am touching him, how would he behave when he starts fucking me?

He shivered violently as her thumb brushed over the sensitive ridge of his left member.

Roxy continued watching him as she saw the way his pale throat worked as he swallowed a moan. The way his emerald tail had wound itself around her legs, pulling her to him.

He was beautiful, with his flowing seaweed framing his face.

He was too beautiful… Too beautiful to the point I want to destroy this innocence he is displaying to me.

This was the first time she was truly looking at Syris.

His beauty was feminine compared to the other males, and that’s what mainly attracted Roxy because he looked like a male that she would want to protect.

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his jawline. His skin tasted like cool rain.

“You like that?” she murmured against his skin, raking her free hand through his silky hair.

Syris shuddered. “It’s too much…”

Roxy chuckled.

He turned his head, capturing her lips in a desperate, clumsy kiss. His forked tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her with a hunger that ignited a spark low in Roxy’s belly.

But she didn’t know his venom was leaking out of his fangs, something that always happens when his species mates to increase their chances of their mate getting the pleasure she needs.

She kissed him back, hard, her fingers on his cock becoming more hurried, earning a growl from his chest.

All her exhaustion from the journey faded into the background as the bad girl in Roxy awakened. All that mattered right now was the scent of her arousal and the heavy weight of the Serpent beneath her.

Her curiosity spiked, and her entrance was throbbing in want.

She was only planning to help him, but now the only thing echoing in her was, ’Fuck him, ride him, claim him.’

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. She looked down at his two cock, then back up at his glowing eyes. Her body felt heavy, wet, and achingly empty.

“Sy,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a soft, seductive octave that made his pupils dilate. “Do you want to put it inside him?”

Syris froze.

He looked at the sheer size of his arousal, and then at Roxy’s soft, fragile human form straddling form, and his need for her began to wane, and he started panicking.

“No,” he rasped, pulling back. “I cannot… I am too big for you, I will break you.” He said, glancing away.

Shame coloring his tone, he added. “The wolf fits you, the tiger fits you, and I am a monster…”

Valid point, but who said they fit in the first try????

Roxy reached out, grabbing his face with both hands, stopping his retreat.

“Sy, Yo won’t break me,” she promised, her thumb stroking his cheekbone. “I’m stronger than I look. Remember?”

Of course, Sy could remember, Roxy was never weak despite how she looked.

That’s why she could tame three high-tier beastmen.

“But two…” Syris argued weakly, eyeing his own anatomy with disdain.

“We don’t have to do both at once,” Roxy soothed, smiling gently. “Start with one, just one, Sy. See how it feels.”

Syris stared at her. The offer was tempting, but the scent of her arousal was thick in the room now, mixing with his own, and his mind was screaming at him to claim her.

“One?” he whispered.

“Just one,” Roxy nodded, “I want you, Sy. I fucking do.”

She ground against his lower body while her fingers pumped on his massive length. Sy groaned, feeling her wetness trickle down his slithering lower body.

Syris let out a shuddering breath, and with trembling hands, he slowly reached out.

He gently settled her back against the thickest coil of his tail. It shifted behind her, forming a perfect, firm recliner that molded to her spine. It was surprisingly cool and comfortable, supporting her weight.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Syris warned, his voice shaking. “Tell me to stop, and I will stop immediately.”

“I know you will,” Roxy smiled.

He pulled her skirt up, his fingers grazing her skin. When he touched her entrance, finding her already slick and ready for him, a low rumble started in his chest.

He positioned himself. He chose the left one, the slightly thicker, ribbed for texture one.

He tried to enter her while he kissed her, but he always missed, letting out a frustrated groan.

Roxy giggled; she couldn’t help it. The Basilisk that she had always learned was ruthless and bloodthirsty, but was fumbling like a virgin because his hands were shaking so hard.

Sy was actually truly a virgin. Before he was banished, he never had any females to sleep with, so Roxy was genuinely his first.

“Oh my god,” Roxy laughed breathlessly. “Is ths the same Syris I know?”

“I have never done this before…” Syris muttered, his face flushing pink.

“Here,” Roxy whispered.

She reached down and wrapped her small hand around the base of his shaft and guided him to her entrance, lining him up until he sank down.

Her hips lifted to meet his thrust.

“Oh….” Roxy gasped, her head falling back against his tail.

He was different. He wasn’t the heat of the dragon, or the fullness of the wolf. He was smooth, incredibly firm, and the texture…

Roxy groaned… Fuck… Am I extremely lucky, or do I always end up with men with nice dicks?

The ridges along his length dragged against her internal walls in a way that made her toes curl.

Syris stopped halfway, feeling the warmth of her walls. He held perfectly still, watching her face, waiting for a sign of pain so he could pull back.

“Okay?” he croaked.

“More than okay,” Roxy breathed. “Deeper.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

Syris groaned, a sound torn from his soul, and thrust deeper into her. He buried himself in one fell swoop. It was a perfect fit. He filled her completely, stretching her just enough to feel full without pain.

He had knocked the air perfectly out of her.

“Roxy,” he hissed, “You feel so good…”

He began to move, and at first, he was tentative until Roxy moaned his name again, and his rhythm grew confident.

And then his second one came into play.

He didn’t try to shove it inside. Instead, the right member, heavy and wet with arousal, pressed against her vulva. As he thrust with the left, the right one rubbed against her clitoris, sliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves with every motion.

Roxy’s eyes rolled back, and her toes curled as she arched for him more.

“Holy shit,” she gasped.

“Is… is this acceptable?” Syris panted, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Acceptable?” Roxy laughed deliriously. “It’s like having Kaelen and Zarek at the same time, but you’re doing it alone! Sy, this is cheating! It’s amazing!”

Syris’s ego, which had been in the gutter five minutes ago, skyrocketed. A smug smile touched his lips.

“Good,” he purred.

He leaned down, burying his face in her neck.

“You can do whatever you want, Sy,” Roxy whispered into his ear. “Don’t hold back.”

Syris’s brain blanked. The last remnant of his human restraint evaporated. Then something otherworldly happened.

Long tentacles shot out of his back; they were alive. Roxy panicked because she had seen this before.

But was it possible?!

Before Roxy could speak and ask questions, each one of the tentacles had wound its way up her body, curling around her breast, tweaking her nipples, and Syris had gone mad.

He dived in to feast on her heavy breast filled with her milk.

While his tail wrapped around her waist, squeezing her in time with his thrusts that had gone rougher and harder to the point that Roxy was seeing stars, stars of pleasure.

He was everywhere. He was inside her, rubbing against her, surrounding her. He was consuming her.

His forked tongue moved from her nipples to taste the pulse at her throat, then trailed down to her chest. He bit her, gently, grazing his fangs against her collarbone just enough to send a shiver of danger down her spine.

Roxy was drowning in him. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside, while the friction on her clit drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“Sy! I’m gonna…”

“Mhm..” Syris groaned, his rhythm going faster.

He slammed his hips upward, the ridges of his cocks catching and dragging, sending Roxy over the edge.

She screamed, her inner muscles clamping down on him.

The sensation of her climaxing around him shattered Syris’s control. He growled, a primal, guttural sound, and drove deep, holding himself there as his own release hit him.

As the waves subsided, Syris didn’t pull away. He slumped forward, resting his forehead against hers, panting raggedly, as the two tentacles slithered back, disappearing as if they were never there.

Then, with a sudden surge of possessiveness, he turned his head and sank his teeth into the soft muscle where her neck met her shoulder.

It wasn’t a venomous bite. It was just a soft pinch.

[System Notification: Mating Mark Established (Basilisk).]

[Buff Applied: Poison Immunity (Permanent).]

He licked the mark soothingly, sealing the claim.

“I love you, Roxy,” Syris whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes clear and adoring. “Thank you. For accepting me as your mate.”

Roxy lay there, limp and thoroughly satisfied, wrapped in the coils of a deadly predator who was currently looking at her like she was his whole life.

She had to agree. Zarek was passionate. Kaelen was intense. Torian was skilled.

But Syris? Syris was soft. He was attentive. He was the one who needed this connection the most.

She reached up, cupping his face, and pulled him down for a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Love you too, big baby,” she smiled against his mouth.

A/N: Had to make this Chapter long because I wanted them to thoroughly bond.

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