Chapter 4 – The Body That Won't Stop
The third day began worse.
He woke with his cock so hard it hurt. It wasn't a normal erection. It was heavy, throbbing, far too hot, as if the blood inside him had thickened. The serpent's skin pressed against him only made it worse. Every smallest movement from her sent desire rising like fire under his skin.
'It still hasn't passed… fuck, it still hasn't passed…'
The pink ball continued working inside him. He could feel it. A constant heat in his lower belly that never truly faded. Even after cumming several times the day before, his body demanded more. Always more.
The serpent was different too. Her white body twisted with restlessness, the slit between the scales already wet and open even before he touched her. Her scent was stronger, sweeter, filthier. When the forked tongue came out and touched his chest, he trembled all over.
He couldn't wait.
His hands grabbed the serpent's head and guided it downward. The wide mouth opened without resistance and swallowed his cock in one go, descending to the base. The hot, tight throat closed around him with perfect pressure. He let out a low groan and began to thrust.
There was no delicacy. Only need.
His hips rose and fell quickly, the cock disappearing and reappearing in her throat. Every time the head hit deep, the serpent swallowed, her tongue moving around the base, sucking. The wet sounds echoed through the cave. He held the blue horns and fucked her mouth hard, taking out the lust that burned.
The first orgasm came fast and violent. He came deep, dense jets running straight into the serpent's stomach. She did not pull away. She continued swallowing, the throat working until everything was cleaned. When she finally released his cock, it was still hard. Harder than before.
'Fuck… it won't go soft… it won't stop…'
The serpent seemed to feel the same. Her body rubbed against his with urgency, the hot wet pussy sliding along his thigh. He needed no invitation. He turned her body, positioned his cock at the entrance and pushed in to the hilt in a single thrust.
The serpent let out a long, hoarse hiss. The inner walls clamped hard, milking, sucking. He thrust with rage and desperation, each stroke deeper. The wet noise filled the chamber. Her fluid ran over his balls and thighs. He came again inside her, filling the white belly, but his cock continued throbbing, asking for more.
They did not stop.
Through the entire morning the cycle repeated. Throat. Pussy. Throat again. Each orgasm seemed only to feed the next wave of lust. The serpent was lost as well. After eating the same pink meat, her body reacted with the same intensity. The scales trembled, her breathing came ragged, the ancient eyes dark with desire.
'It's the meat… it's that fucking little ball… it did this to both of us…'
He began to understand. The lust was not his alone. The serpent was also addicted to the same fire. The more they ate, the more the body demanded. The more they came, the stronger the desire returned.
By mid-afternoon the situation became unbearable. His cock ached from throbbing so much. Even after several orgasms the body would not calm. He moved away a little, sat against the cold cave wall and tried to breathe deeply.
'I need to control myself… or I'm going to truly lose my mind…'
He closed his eyes and tried to meditate. It was not something he knew how to do properly, but he remembered seeing people try to calm themselves that way in his old life. He focused on his breathing. Tried to ignore the heavy weight between his legs. Tried to push the lust away.
It did not work.
The desire continued throbbing. The serpent's scent still filled his nose. Every time he tried to empty his mind, the image of the tight throat swallowing his cock returned with force.
When he opened his eyes, the serpent was no longer beside him.
She had quietly moved toward the back of the cave.
He stood, cock still erect and heavy, and followed her.
The darker tunnel opened into a small chamber he had not yet explored. In the center was a pool of white, almost milky water that glowed softly even without direct light. The serpent was inside it, completely coiled, her body forming a perfect circle. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was slow, deep, as if she were meditating.
He stopped at the edge of the pool.
The water seemed to call.
Without thinking much, he entered.
The temperature was strange. Neither hot nor cold. Simply… present. As soon as the white water touched his skin, a sensation of relief began to spread. The aggressive heat in his lower belly lessened. The constant throbbing of his cock lost some of its painful strength. Breathing became easier.
He sat inside the water, his entire body submerged to the chest, and closed his eyes.
For the first time in days, the lust did not scream.
It was still there, but now it was possible to think. Possible to breathe without feeling the body was about to explode with desire.
The serpent did not move. She remained coiled, eyes closed, sharing the same silence.
He stayed there for a time he could not measure.
The white water surrounded them both.
And for the first time since he had swallowed the pink ball, his body began to find a precarious balance.