“But I don’t think I can come again. I mean, I gave it my all, Serpint.”
“You gotta give a little more.”
“But I’m not even horny anymore. Like… I’m done.”
“We can’t be done.”
“But we are.”
He sighs. Loudly. “Maybe I can get you going again? And you can come? Because I need to come again.”
“So come! And get your dicks out of me!”
“OK,” he says, rocking his hips. “Talk dirty to me.”
“What?” I say, blinking my eyes at him.
“Talk dirty to me. Get me ready again.”
“What should I say?”
He shrugs. “Just say whatever you usually say. Like… ‘I want you to fuck my mouth with your cocks and choke on your come.’”
I just continue blinking at him.
“Or something.”
“Not only am I not saying that, but I’m not doing it either.”
“Just pretend,” he says. “It’s not real. Just dirty-talk me for like… twenty minutes, tops. Then I’m sure I’ll be ready.”
One more set of blank staring blinks for the booty hunter. “Twenty. Minutes?”
“I mean… if you’re really good at it I could probably get off in fifteen.”
“You need fifteen minutes of dirty-talk to be able to pull your cocks out of my pussy?”
“And I need to come,” he says. “Don’t forget that part.”
“You’re lying,” I say. “This is not a real thing.”
“You keep saying that, and yet we’re stuck together like mating animals.”
“You’re serious?”
“Look, I’m new at this whole soulmates thing, OK? I have no idea what it means to be fate mates and all that bullshit, but apparently it’s…” He pans his hand to our conjoined body parts. “This.”
I begin to glow. I’m not blushing. Oh, no. This is nothing more than one hundred percent humiliation.
“Or…” he says, straightening up and grabbing my ass so he can scoot me closer to him.
Which only makes his huge, swollen cocks delve deeper inside me. And I’m not gonna lie. It feels pret-ty amazing. “Or what?” I say.
“Or…” He begins to fuck me again, his eyes drooping and heavy as he smiles lazily down at my tits. He grabs them with both hands and begins to pinch my nipples as he leans down to kiss my belly.
Which gets my flux capacitor motor humming along again. But then he lets go of one of my breasts and starts massaging my clit with his thumb.
“Oh…” I say. “I see.”
“You’re glowing again,” he says.
And as those words come out of his mouth, his cocks begin to stretch the walls of my pussy every further. “And you’re growing again,” I say.
I bite my lip as he begins to pump harder. Then his balls are banging against my ass as his motion becomes more forceful.
“Perhaps,” I whisper, closing my eyes as the luminous flux inside me begins to build again. “Perhaps there’s another universe out there waiting for me to implode it?”
He just slams me with his hips. “More,” he says. “Keep talking,” he commands, his thumb still working magic on my clit.
“Perhaps my pussy is your goddess, Serpint. Perhaps it commands you to do as I say.”
“Anything,” he growls. “I’ll do anything to make you come again.”
And then he leans down. Kisses me. His tongue gently sweeping across the seam of my lips. And says, “I love you,” into my mouth.
My pussy clamps down on his swollen cocks.
And he groans and pounds me so hard, I slip up to the top of the bed and bang my head on the headboard.
And then… for the second time tonight… we annihilate the universe.
CHAPTER NINETEEN – SERPINT
I love her?
I don’t love her. I don’t even know her. I have no clue why those words just came out of my mouth.
But it’s really hard to care about that at the moment because then we’re coming. Imploding another sun into oblivion.
She cries out, “Ohhhhhh. Yeeeeees!”
She is squeezing me so tight I want to die of pleasure. Everything drains out of me at once. All my come, all my energy, all my everything.
And I collapse on top of her, my cocks happy and only semi-hard now. I roll over, taking her with me. Wrapping her up in my arms as my cocks slip out and the secondary one, finally, shrinks away.
“Wow,” Lyra says, pressing her back into my chest.
“Yeah,” I say, still breathing hard. “Wow.”
We lie still for a few minutes. I’m expecting my cock to get hard again as I slowly drift off a little, but it doesn’t. Neither of them do.
Which is weird. But then again, everything about this girl is weird.
No. Not her, just the way she makes me feel.
Unconsciously I hug her tighter. This makes her hum a little.
Tired, I guess. Half asleep like me.
I have a lot of questions for her, but not now. I can’t even think straight. This day just needs to end. Everything will make sense tomorrow. I know it will.
It has to.
Because… I love her?
I don’t love her. That’s not even close to being true. I’ve never said to anyone before and I didn’t mean it just now.