Velmora smiled happily, her hands resting on Nathan’s shoulders from behind.
Nathan felt the unique sensation of his cock’s skin rubbing against Velmora’s snake scales.
Nathan’s cock was pressed against Velmora’s scales, pinned up toward his stomach and pointing to the sky.
"Shhh... shhhttt... ahh..."
Nathan squirmed, the mix of slippery and rough textures on his cock’s skin sending waves of sensation through his whole body.
His thighs pressed together tightly, soap bubbles starting to gather and foam around the head of his cock.
Velmora giggled softly behind Nathan, both her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Nathan... you look so cute right now..." she whispered, her voice half playful, half teasing.
Nathan gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly.
Velmora’s cold, rough scales rubbed along his shaft, pressing just right, making his skin overheat unnaturally. Meanwhile, the tip of his shaft was already pressing against his own stomach, like a flagpole struggling against its binding rope.
"S-shit..." Nathan groaned quietly.
The leftover soap suds from washing his pants were starting to gather around the head of his shaft, popping softly every time he moved just a little.
The mix of ticklishness, heat, and slipperiness blended together, like his body was being teased by an innocent kind of purity.
Velmora leaned down, her red hair brushing Nathan’s shoulder.
"Is this... enjoyable for you, Nathan...?" she whispered, her soft breath like a night breeze.
Nathan clenched his teeth, his eyes half-closed.
Aghhhmm... it’s ticklish but feels good... aghh... shit?! he thought, half frustrated, half surrendering.
"S-st... stop ahhhmmmmmm..." Nathan hissed, but his voice came out more like a defeated whisper than a real protest.
Velmora just laughed softly, her coils tightening, making Nathan stiffen up completely — not just his muscles, but also his mind.
"Domina was right, you get weird when your shaft’s being played with, ehehheh..."
Velmora chuckled softly behind Nathan, but in the next second, something unexpected happened.
Nathan, whose body was still trembling from the wild sensations coursing through him, accidentally thrust his hips too hard.
His legs, which had been pressed together inside her coils, suddenly lost balance.
In a flash, Nathan fell backward, landing right on top of Velmora, who was still wrapped around his waist.
They both crashed into the shallow river, water splashing in every direction, smacking the leaves along the riverbank.
Soap bubbles shot up, forming a thin layer floating along with the ripples.
Nathan let out a soft groan, eyes closed, his back feeling the slippery, cold, and slightly rough texture of Velmora’s scales.
Velmora gasped, her body sinking beneath Nathan, eyes wide.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, and her coils instinctively weakened.
With a quick motion, her scales loosened, sliding slickly along Nathan’s skin until they completely let go.
The slip of that release made Nathan twitch sharply.
His mouth opened underwater.
Slowly, Nathan pushed himself up, still tightly gripping his pants.
He coughed softly, blinking, his hair plastered to his face.
The river only reached his thighs, but it was enough to leave both of them soaked and disheveled.
As Nathan rose slightly, his shaft — still hard and gleaming from the soap and water — emerged from the river with a kind of ridiculous elegance.
Velmora hurriedly turned her face away, her cheeks blazing like embers.
"S-sorry... I-I just got too excited earlier..." she whispered softly, her voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the river’s flow.
Nathan looked at her, breathing hard, his face a mixture of resignation and confusion.
"...You... finally let go of your coils, huh..." he murmured, his lips trembling slightly as he tried to hold back the mix of ticklishness, exhaustion, and the sheer absurdity of it all.
Velmora lowered her head further, her red hair covering part of her face, her eyes blinking rapidly.
She tried to hide her awkward smile, but the corners of her lips still curved up slightly — like a girl caught red-handed snapping a photo of a guy on the street, flash accidentally left on.
Nathan let out a long sigh, then gave a tired laugh. My life just keeps getting weirder.
Velmora, in a small, almost shy voice, added,
"B-but... you don’t hate me... right, Nathan...?"
Nathan closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly toward the sky.
"No, Velmora... that was actually kinda fun."
He smiled, his cock giving a little twitch.
The river kept flowing around them, carrying the leftover soap bubbles dancing on the surface — as if laughing along at their shared chaos.
Nathan took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly pounding heart.
"Velmora... enough playing around."
Nathan’s voice sounded hoarse, but there was a firmness in it — a tone that hadn’t come out all day.
Velmora blinked, her eyes widening for a moment before she slowly lowered her head.
With a graceful movement, she slid backward, half her body rising from the water, sitting awkwardly at the edge of the river.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes blinking rapidly, like a little kid who’d just been scolded hard — even though what she’d just done was definitely not ordinary "play."
Nathan let out a long sigh.
As The First Legendary Dick Master, he couldn’t help but feel a little soft seeing Velmora like that, but he also wasn’t about to let the snake girl do whatever she wanted with his legendary dick.
He bent over, rolled up his wet pants, and carefully placed them on a flat rock by the riverbank.
"Gonna keep this one safe for now..." he mumbled, half-talking to himself.
When he turned his gaze, it immediately landed on Velmora.
He looked at her face, her red hair still dripping, her smooth skin mixed with shiny scales reflecting the sunlight.
Then... his eyes drifted downward.
Half of her snake body was lazily writhing under the water, moving slowly, like a long living ribbon twisting and curling who-knows-how-far.
Nathan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"...that shit weird as hell..." he whispered softly, his mouth slightly open.
Nathan took a deep breath, then stepped closer to Velmora.
He looked down at her — wet red hair, flushed cheeks, round eyes half-shyly looking up at him.
Nathan leaned down slightly, his shadow falling over Velmora.
"If you want to play..." he said quietly, his voice hoarse,
"...play with your hands." He stood tall, giving Velmora full access to his private blade.
Velmora froze for a moment, then slowly, her lips curved into a small smile — a smile that seemed to say "I’ve been waiting for you to say that."
Nathan’s cheeks burned even hotter.
Without hesitation, Velmora reached out and wrapped her hand around Nathan’s cock, playing with it as she smiled.
She looked at the wrinkled skin around his balls and—
"Euhmmm..." Nathan bit his lip.
When Velmora touched his balls, her middle finger accidentally brushed the wrinkle between his taint and balls.
She smiled softly, then resumed massaging his cock with light squeezes.
Shit... shit... why is she smiling like that?! His whole body tensing up, not just his shaft but his entire breath turning shaky.
Goddamn... this is killing me...
Without thinking, Nathan bent forward, his shadow falling over her, and Velmora tilted her head up slightly to meet his eyes.
His palms pressed against her cool, slightly scaly cheeks, his thumbs instinctively brushing her jawline.
And without warning...
A soft sound escaped as their lips met.
Velmora’s eyes widened in surprise for a second, but she didn’t pull away — instead, her eyes slowly half-lidded, her tail gently curling in the water.
Nathan kept kissing, at first awkward, but gradually deeper, messier.
His tongue briefly brushed Velmora’s lips, pushing without thinking, their lips sliding softly, slick with leftover water.
Velmora’s breath was warm, tender, mixing between them.
Finally, Nathan pulled back slowly, still holding Velmora’s cheeks tightly.
His eyes dropped — and there he saw it.
Velmora’s eyes were wet, glistening, slightly fluttering.
Her breathing was short, her slim chest rising and falling quickly, her face red all the way to her ears.
Nathan jolted, eyes wide.
"I-I... I’m sorry! Sorry!" he blurted, his fingers still pressed to Velmora’s cheeks.
But Velmora... only smiled.
Soft, sweet, a little shy, but warm.
"So... Nathan... we’re close now, right..." she whispered softly.
Nathan blinked rapidly.
Velmora lowered her head slightly, her smile widening.
"Domina said... when Nathan gets close to someone... Nathan will lick their face..."
Nathan’s cheeks lit up like fire.
Velmora tilted her head, eyes half-lidded, lips softly puckered.
"...And Nathan... just now... licked my lips..."
Velmora giggled, her tail curling lazily under the water.
"So... are we really close now, or more close, Nathan...?"
Hearing that, Nathan swallowed hard.
And just as he swallowed, the skill [Optimal Devouring] suddenly triggered.
The system’s voice echoed in his head.
> You have consumed...