Chapter 98: Snakes Are Erotic Creatures (3)
The moment the hard carapace was breached, sharp fangs sank into my forearm.
Though the venom wasn’t present, the sensation of those fangs piercing into my flesh was excruciating. However, I had prepared for this. The pain was tolerable, and since Lamias had relatively weak jaw strength, her fangs didn’t penetrate the dense muscles beneath the skin.
Once I confirmed the barrier was completely torn apart, I peeled away the now soft and destroyed carapace with my hands. What was exposed beneath was soft, pale flesh that had been hidden until now.
Breathing heavily while biting into my arm, she showed no signs of suffocation despite her mouth being blocked. Unlike humans, Lamias could breathe while in such a position, so there seemed to be no issue with airflow.
'This is... surprisingly cold.'
Her body was colder than I expected. However, it wasn’t hard but smooth. Since Lamias absorbed heat from their surroundings rather than generating their own body heat, her internal temperature was even colder. This stark contrast caught me off guard.
If her coldness had been rigid, it would have resisted any intrusion. But instead, her soft body opened naturally, pulling me deeper into her. With the carapace that acted as her hymen destroyed, her body stopped resisting and began to draw me in further.
“Ahh... It’s burning... so hot...”
She no longer seemed to be in pain like when the carapace had torn. Instead, she looked excited, as though the initial discomfort had given way to pleasure. Her teeth released my arm, likely signaling the diminishing pain, so I pulled my arm free as well.
'Damn... Look at these bite marks.'
It wasn’t a severe wound—just the skin broken here and there, leaving noticeable indentations from her teeth. But it wasn’t something to worry about; my forearms were used to scratches from Shuru’s claws. Even if scars formed, they wouldn’t bother me, and Professor Pandel could heal minor wounds in no time.
Suddenly, she wrapped her tail around my thighs and waist, firmly securing me to her. This prevented me from pulling out, keeping me buried deep inside her.
“This is my first time... but I think I instinctively know what to do...”
Some things didn’t require teaching. Instinct often took over in such matters. As long as the act had started in the right place, knowing how to receive and respond came naturally.
She didn’t need me to move my hips. Every time she sought more stimulation, she used her tail to press against my waist, ensuring deeper penetration and stronger sensations.
'Not having to move is nice, but holding on is the hard part...'
Earlier, I could somewhat control the intensity, but now, in her heightened excitement, her grip tightened. Her narrowed eyes and full force coiled around me meant I had to endure with all my strength.
“Ahh... Hahh... Only my mothers ever got to feel something ... It’s unfair...”
She stuck out her forked tongue, gliding it across my lips before trying to push it into my throat. However, unlike her, I couldn’t handle something foreign invading my throat. Risking gagging or choking, I turned my head to refuse her attempt.
She seemed unbothered, her tongue trailing down to lick my neck instead. It was as if she was savoring my scent.
'She’s completely different from how she usually acts... Is she one of those types who changes during sex?'
I’d read about it before in erotic novels—quiet and reserved types suddenly transforming into passionate lovers when the mood struck.
As a priestess in her village, she likely carried a heavy burden of responsibility. Being the youngest generation in a village that no longer had male Lamias must have been isolating. Her role must have been overwhelming, and it made sense for her to release all that pent-up tension here.
Her grip on my waist grew stronger, to the point where I had to physically push her body back with my arms just to breathe. The issue was, she interpreted my attempts to create space as part of the act, pressing her body even closer against me.
She used her long tongue to lick my chest and lips repeatedly, as though expecting something. Eventually, I opened my mouth slightly and kissed her, but this time, she wrapped her tongue tightly around mine, pulling as if she wanted to extract it entirely.
'From head to toe, she’s determined to make sure we’re completely stuck together.'
Not just our hips but our entire bodies were entwined without a single gap between us. This was how Lamias mated.
Since I couldn’t breathe like her while kissing, I had to twist my head slightly to catch my breath through my nose. Occasionally, when I felt suffocated, I broke the kiss to inhale deeply or loosen her tail’s grip just enough to create breathing room.
'This is pushing my limits...'
But then, her tail tightened around me even more before suddenly releasing. The momentary pressure sent a wave through me, forcing me to climax.
Unlike usual, this wasn’t a controlled release. It felt like I was being wrung dry, and thick semen seeped deep into her cold body.
As the warm semen seeped into Hayang's cold, snake-like flesh for the first time in her life, she trembled at the unfamiliar sensation of hot fluid flowing into her body. Her grip around me tightened even more.
I thought it was over, and I could finally take a break. But at that moment...
Hayang loosened her tail slightly, as if to release me. But before I could feel relief, a sleek, black tail—completely different from Hayang’s white one—wrapped tightly around my body again.
“Kamang wants to join in, too.”
Before I knew it, Kamang, with her shiny black snake tail, had completely enveloped me. Her erect nipples revealed the arousal that mirrored the teamwork I had endured earlier with Mollang and Shuru.
Hayang, as if making space for her, detached her abdomen from me. Kamang quickly replaced her, securing my waist tightly. Meanwhile, Hayang held onto my thighs from below, wrapping herself around my back to ensure I couldn’t escape.
“Wait... you’re not switching out, are you...?”
With the doubled pressure, it was hard even to speak. Kamang’s large breasts pressed against my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. My lungs felt crushed, and I was nearing suffocation.
“When something feels this good, isn’t it better to share?”
Now that I thought about it, snakes were known for forming massive mating balls, where multiple snakes would join together during mating.
In other words, it wasn’t about taking turns with one Lamia at a time...
Oddly enough, the overwhelming force from Hayang’s tail seemed to ease. Kamang’s black tail intertwined with Hayang’s white one, and as their combined grip redistributed the pressure, I found myself surprisingly able to breathe more easily.
It felt as if the two Lamias had balanced their hold, reducing the suffocating constriction to a manageable level.
“Kamang will also have hers torn, right?”
Initially, I thought Kamang’s barrier might be thicker and that I’d need a different strategy. However, as we pressed our bodies together, I realized her hymen was much thinner than Hayang’s.
‘Ah... Kamang must have worn it down from wandering outside, while Hayang, who stayed inside the village, kept hers intact, making it thicker.’
Unlike Hayang’s hymen, which took three forceful thrusts to break, Kamang’s was much thinner. With Hayang’s assistance—her hands gripping me to keep my cock fully erect—Kamang took control, pressing her tail against my waist as she aligned herself with me.
Though less intense than Hayang’s scream, Kamang still cried out from the pain of her flesh being torn. My tip pierced into her cold, snake-like entrance.
Despite both being Lamias, their internal textures were vastly different. While Hayang’s insides felt like they were endlessly sucking me in, Kamang’s felt like a tight, cold vise gripping me from all directions.
‘But honestly, more than the sensation of entering...!’
The two Lamias completely dominated me. With Hayang and Kamang each wrapping a limb and pressing their bodies against me, I was entirely at their mercy.
Despite her usual outgoing nature, Kamang seemed shy in this situation. Hayang encouraged her, demonstrating that among Lamias, sharing a male or guiding each other to explore their sensitive spots wasn’t something to be embarrassed about.
‘But when will I get out of this...?’
From what I knew, snake mating sessions lasted anywhere from five to twenty-four hours.
Even if my stamina had improved recently, human limits meant I couldn’t last that long. Two hours, maybe? Unless...
I came inside Kamang, releasing into her cold depths. The mating ball made it feel like an eternity, and I estimated at least an hour had passed.
“Hah... hah... I think that’s my limit. Let’s stop now.”
The mental exhaustion of being restrained so tightly was more draining than the physical fatigue.
At this point, my cock should have gone soft. Yet...
‘Why is it still standing...?’
“You don’t seem done yet, though.”
Normally, prolonged arousal would subside regardless of the number of orgasms. But inexplicably, I remained fully erect, to the point where Hayang swapped places with Kamang and positioned herself to take me again without hesitation.
‘Why... is this happening...?’
On top of that, my arms and legs refused to move. It wasn’t just the Lamias’ tails binding me—my fingertips tingled with numbness, like the onset of cramps.
With their tails coiled tightly around my body, blood that should have been circulating to my limbs was instead pooling in my lower half.
This forcefully maintained erection wasn’t from arousal alone; it was because blood was being trapped in my lower body, keeping me hard.
‘So this won’t end...?’
Unsurprisingly, my ominous hunch proved correct.
As sensation faded from my extremities, blood continued to flood my lower half, driving my cock into Hayang’s cold, gripping insides with an intensity that surpassed anything before.