Chapter 428: You Filthy Noble!
Cassius let out a breathless laugh, grin splitting his face wide as his eyes flicked back to the glistening folds Nala had just exposed.
"Worship you?" He echoed, voice deep, reverent, and just a little wicked. "Oh, I will. I’ll build an entire shrine for this pussy of yours. Light candles. Leave offerings. Hell, I’ll make pilgrimages just to catch a glimpse."
Nala giggled, cheeks flush but pleased by the sheer reverence in his tone, his enthusiasm bubbling over like a boy seeing magic for the first time. But her body remained poised, spread wide, showing him everything she had without shame, inviting the awe he gave so easily.
"But seriously." He said, brushing his fingers just shy of touching her again. "How the hell is this even possible? I mean, this can’t be common...Lamia anatomy maybe?"
"No, not really. Not that I’ve heard of." She tilted her head, the smile on her lips gentle now, amused.
"...So this is just you?"
"Just me." She nodded, slowly. "Like my forked tongue...and now, well, my forked clitoris." Her voice grew quiet. "I really am different."
She then glanced back at her own tail, coiled beside them in the boat, pale as snow in the moonlight. "Even my tail’s pure white. Most lamia have dark marbled scales. Not me. Never me."
Her gaze lowered again, and the curve of her mouth faltered. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if they were right."
"...They?"
"My clan. The elders. The others. When I went over there, they said I was touched by a curse. That I wasn’t really lamia, just something that looked like one. A changeling. A mistake." She gave a weak laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. "And the older I got, the more different I became. My body changed in ways no one could explain. I thought I would forget it. I could ignore it."
She paused. "But I never could...Even as grew up, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really was different from all of them and cursed."
Cassius listened in silence, watching her, his expression unreadable. Then, to her surprise—
He nodded. "You’re right."
She blinked, stunned. "...What?"
"You really aren’t like the rest of the Lamia." He said, tone level, sure. "Not even close."
For a second, hurt flashed across her face. But then he continued,
"And that’s a damn good thing."
Nala blinked again.
"You’re not cursed, Nala. You’re just...better." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to something low and grounding. "Stronger. Wilder. More beautiful. Everything about you, they couldn’t handle it, so they called it wrong. But there’s nothing wrong with this."
He gestured again at her, at all of her.
"And you know what else?" He smirked faintly. "I just thought about something."
She tilted her head, blinking.
"You’ve got two worlds in there." He said, gesturing lightly to her spread folds. "Two rooms. You realize what that means?"
"Cassius—"
He grinned.
"When the time comes, you could have even more children than normal. Twice as much space for life. Twice the magic. If that’s not a blessing..." He shrugged. "Then I don’t know what the hell is."
Nala stared at him, eyes wide, the silence between them brimming with something warm. She hadn’t considered that before, not even once.
"Oh..." She whispered. "I...never thought of it like that."
Before then leaning down and gently cradling the back of his head in her wet fingers, and kissed him, slow and full, right on the forehead. Her lips lingered, warm and sweet, before she pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"Only you would see something like this...as something to be honored."
She shifted then, hips rising slightly, presenting herself even more openly to him. Her tone dropped into teasing again.
"So why’re you still gawking like a kid at a festival, Cassius? Your eyes are hungrier than a wolf, but you’re not touching. What’s the holdup? Too dazzled by my divine pussy to make a move?" Her voice was teasing, a challenge laced with playful heat.
"Can you blame me, Nala?" Cassius chuckled, his cheeks flushing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "This is like staring at a fucking constellation down there—blue, white, purple, all that forked glory. It’s so damn stunning I’m worried I’ll ruin it if I touch it, like I’m handling some sacred artifact. But since you’re waving the green flag..." His voice dropped to a low, mischievous growl. "I’m diving in, and I’m not holding back."
He reached out, his hands trembling with anticipation as he gently spread her pussy, his fingers sinking into the plump, velvety lips. Nala gasped, her body quivering as his touch sent a jolt through her, but she let him, her trust absolute.
"Damn, Nala." He murmured, his voice thick with awe as he spread her wider, revealing the fleshy, violet insides that pulsed with every breath. "Look at this, plump as a ripe fruit, wet as a summer storm, and twice as tempting. This pussy’s a fucking banquet, and I’m starving. I’m gonna feast on you like a king at a royal buffet."
"You—You filthy noble!" Nala whimpered, her tail twitching as his fingers explored her, her voice full of pleasure and playful indignation. "A banquet? You’re gonna make me blush so hard I’ll capsize this boat!"
"But at the same time, don’t think you can handle me, Cassius. I’ve got two of everything, two clits to drive you crazy, two holes to make you beg. You’re the one who’s gonna be eaten alive!"
She smirked, her tail coiling tighter around his leg, pulling him closer in the cramped boat, her breasts pressing against his bare chest.
"But go on, keep talking like that. I like it when you get all worked up."
Cassius’s smirk was devilish, his eyes glinting with lust as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her glistening pussy.
"Talk dirty? Oh, Nala, I’m not just gonna talk about this pussy, I’m gonna ravage it." He growled, his voice low and dripping with promise and without warning, he shoved both thumbs deep into her dual holes, the tight, wet heat making her whimper instantly.
"Oh, Cassius!" Nala squeaked, her tail splashing the water as her body jolted. "Okay, okay, I’ll...ngh...behave!" She gripped his head for support, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as her pussy clenched around his thumbs.
"You feel that, don’t you?" Cassius teased, his thumbs wriggling inside her, exploring the purple, fleshy depths. "My fingers are dancing in this pussy of yours, Nala. Fuck, it’s so tight, so wet, like it’s begging me to go deeper." He moved his thumbs in slow strokes, watching her face contort with pleasure. "You like that, huh? My thumbs owning your holes?"
Nala nodded frantically, her moans mixing with giggles as she clung to him, her voice breathy and dirty.
"Y-Yeah, I feel it, you perv!♡~ Your thumbs are...ah...so deep, wriggling like they’re trying to tickle me from the inside! Ahhh!♡~ It’s so good, but...ngh...you’re such a cocky bastard!"
She smirked, her hips rocking slightly against his touch.
"But this? This isn’t enough, Cassius. I’m not some human girl you can tease with a few fingers. I’m a lamia, double the holes, double the stamina. You’re gonna have to do better than that!"
Cassius’s grin widened, his eyes flashing with challenge. "Better? Oh, you’ll see about that, Nala."
He pulled his thumbs out, replacing them with two fingers in each hole, plunging them in and out with a frantic, relentless rhythm that made her pussy quiver.
"How’s this for better?" He growled, his fingers pumping hard, curling inside her to hit every sensitive spot. "I’m gonna fuck these holes so good you’ll be screaming my name to the whole damn lake."
Nala’s moans grew louder, her tail thrashing wildly, rocking the boat as she gripped his shoulders.
"Ahhh!♡~ Cassius, stop, stop!" She gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and playful panic. "What are you doing? You can’t...ngh...move that fast! My pussy’s delicate, you maniac!"
But her hips betrayed her, bucking against his fingers as she laughed, her voice breaking.
"You’re gonna...ah...break me!"
"Break you?" Cassius laughed, his fingers pumping even faster, his voice dripping with dirty amusement. "You’re the one who begged for it, Nala. You wanted me to pleasure you properly, and that’s what I’m doing. These holes are mine now, look at ’em, sucking my fingers like they’re starving."
He leaned forward, his lips brushing her forked clitorises, and sucked hard, his tongue flicking the twin tips as she yelped.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
"Mmm, fuck, these clits taste like candy. You’re a goddamn buffet, Nala."
Nala’s moans turned desperate, her body trembling as his mouth worked her clits, his fingers never slowing.
"Ohhh!♡~ Cassius!♡~" She whimpered, her voice a mix of laughter and lust. "Sucking my clits like that? You’re...ah...crazy!♡~ It’s too much! You’re gonna make me...ngh...lose it!♡~"
She smirked, her tail coiling tighter around his waist, pulling him closer.
"But don’t just finger me, you perv, suck my holes too! Push that tongue inside, give ’em some love!"
Cassius groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he obeyed, pulling one hand back to keep fingering one hole while his tongue dove into the other, thrusting deep into the tight, purple heat.
"Fuck, Nala." He mumbled against her pussy, his voice muffled but thick with desire. "This hole’s so tight, so sweet, I’m gonna tongue-fuck it till you’re screaming. You want both holes loved? I’m your man."
He switched, his tongue plunging into the second hole, licking and sucking with wild abandon while his fingers kept pumping the first, his other hand rubbing her forked clits in tight circles.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
Nala’s moans were frantic now, her body writhing as she gripped his hair, her voice dirty and playful.
"Oh, gods, Cassius, you’re...ngh...a fucking animal!♡~ Tonguing my hole like that? It’s so good, so...ah...filthy!♡~ Keep going, you perv, love that other hole too!♡~ Don’t leave it lonely!♡~"
She laughed, her tail splashing the water as her pussy clenched around his tongue and fingers, her clits throbbing under his touch.
"You’re gonna make me cum, you know that? You’re gonna...oh...drown in this pussy!"
"Drown?" Cassius growled, pulling back just enough to flash her a grin, his lips glistening with her arousal. "I’d drown in your lips, Nala. These holes are my fucking paradise, tight, wet, and twice the fun. I’m gonna make ’em both cum so hard the fish’ll be jealous."
He dove back in, sucking her forked clits hard, his tongue thrusting into both holes in turn, alternating with his fingers as he pushed her closer to the edge.
"Come on, Nala, let these holes sing for me. Show me what a lamia can do."
Nala’s laughter broke into a scream, her body convulsing as the pleasure surged, her pussy clenching around his fingers and tongue.
"Cassius, you...ah...bastard!♡~" She cried, her voice raw with need. "You’re gonna...ngh...make me cum!♡~ Keep sucking, keep tonguing, don’t stop, you filthy noble!♡~" Her tail thrashed wildly, nearly tipping the boat, her hands gripping his hair as her orgasm built, her clits throbbing, her holes pulsing with every thrust of his tongue.
"Cum for me, Nala." Cassius growled, his tongue plunging deeper, his fingers pumping frantically, his lips sucking her clits with relentless intensity. "Let these holes explode, show me how much you love my filthy mouth."
"Cassius! Ah!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ I-I’m cumming!♡~" Nala’s moans turned into a piercing cry, her body arching as the orgasm crashed through her, her pussy clenching around his fingers and tongue, her forked clits pulsing under his lips.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, and with it came a torrent of ejaculate, her unique lamia anatomy producing a massive volume that sprayed from her dual holes with such force it was like someone had turned a hose on Cassius’s face.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
The hot, sweet liquid drenched him, soaking his hair, face, and chest, dripping down his chin as he sputtered, caught in the deluge.
Nala, lost in the throes of her climax, gripped his head with both hands, pushing his face deeper into her pussy for support, her fingers tangled in his wet hair. She didn’t even realize she was drowning him in her squirt—the sheer volume overwhelming as it gushed over him, her body trembling with aftershocks.
But Cassius, far from protesting, reveled in it, his tongue eagerly lapping up the flood, drinking her essence like a man parched in a desert. His groans vibrated against her, his lips and tongue working to catch every drop, savoring the taste as he buried himself in her...