Archmage, Part 4
#4 of Archmage
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Archmage, Part 4
There's a certain sense of satisfaction as I look over the landscape, air crystal clear the whole way down the valley. It's still a little hard to believe that just the two of us did that, and my mind drifts to all the possibilities of how Shariykah and I can change the world.
I feel pretty good, if not a little dirty, as we pull up to the front of my house. We don't actually get out of the car yet, though.
"Are you sure you don't want to go on a drive through the countryside? It's nice and clear out!" She smiles her big, seductive, toothy grin as she looks into my eyes. God, how I love those eyes.
I look down at my pants, musky smelling from not having had a change of clothes or a wash after what happened on the hill. "No thanks... I have to wash these pants. They're the only ones you grafted a hole in for my tail. Won't my parents see the hole anyway?"
She chuckles, "No, don't you realize that I've been through this before? They'll go on thinking it's made for humans, even if they try to wear it. I've got it all under control. They are incapable of seeing it, even if they looked for it. That is, unless we let them."
I smile, just taking her in. Her personality is delightfully cocky and lighthearted, yet caring when the situation calls. I think about how I've only known her for four days, and already she's transformed me without compromising my own personal identity. I glance at my watch, and realize that it's getting late and I still need to wash dried fluids from our lovemaking, and get studying in before I go to my friend's house tomorrow.
I don't plan on spending all of my free time in the sanctum, even if it would be convenient to have ten hours of studying for one hour of the afternoon. I'd like to maintain some semblance of a normal life, at least for the time being. It could be bad to disconnect myself from the real world for weeks at a time...
"I really have to get going. Do you want to meet my friend, Dave, tomorrow? I think that he'd actually be OK if he... saw us, you know? If there's one person that would take this in stride, it'd be him." I begin getting out of the car, scratching at my crotch.
Dried snake cum on a genital slit, making it overly sensitive and itchy, isn't a really fun thing. It still feels weird, though, being a man and having a slit. I wonder if I'll have to switch to using panties or something.
"You with me here? Your eyes are glazing over. I said I'd come." I shake myself out of the zone, and lean in to give her a kiss. I'm not used to giving tongue in a goodbye kiss, but when it's being muzzle locked with this sexy shark I've nothing to complain about. Our loving kiss lasts at least a minute, her tongue and mine in their ritual dance of carnal lust, all the while sharing saliva... god it's wonderful.
After we break, she says, "What time tomorrow?"
I realize now I don't even know where she lives. "What's your address? I'll pick you up around noon."
She pulls out a post-it note, and gives me an address.
I look at it a moment, "I half expected you to live in the sanctum or something."
She fakes indignation, "Maybe I like to have a normal life too!"
"Oh, well. I'll see you tomorrow."
Getting out of the car, I stumble over my own tail and almost fall over. She smirks at me, and I return a cold stare until she finally starts laughing. We bid our final farewells, and she drives away. I get in and start to wash my sullied pair of pants. My parents aren't going to be home until tomorrow, so I decide I'll just go in the buff until they're clean.
In the shower, the soap makes my scales both shine with pristine cleanliness. It's an interesting ordeal, trying to figure out how to clean my hemipenes. In the end, I decide to just fish them out and pull them out with my fingers, more difficult than it sounds when one has claws.
After cleaning up, I decide to take a quick look at my single-card tarot reading. The energy comes easily now, and I can visualize all aspects of my question in the blink of an eye. It only takes about fifteen seconds before I feel the cards are done. I draw the Knight of Wands, further affirming that I'm on my way. I smile at the reassurance, and decide to get some practice in.
I head into the sanctum to meditate. I pull out the brass knocker that Shariykah gave me, and knock on my bathroom door. As I step through the threshold, I feel the peaceful aura around the area begin to permeate me. As I sit on the damp stone of the cave for my meditation, I feel at peace with the world.
About a perceived day later, I come back out into the real world. There's a man sitting on my couch, watching the gospel channel. He looks distinctly European, and has golden hair with light blue eyes. I think he looks British. He's nicely dressed, though he has what appear to be the holy orders in his collar.
I stand there, stunned, and I only watch as turns off the show he's watching and strides over to me.
He looks at me a moment, and somewhat sarcastically states "A snake, eh? The devil's first appearance.
Also, your modesty is truly stunning."
For whatever reason, this human can see me. The real me. I can feel the radiant aura pouring off of this man, and he doesn't say anything more.
"Wh-who are you?" I stammer as I grab my tail and cover myself with it.
He lets out a belly laugh, and manages, "Ah, it gets me every time. Sorry for the scene. Your face was priceless, though. I'm Thaddeus. Shariykah said she's got another student. First time in ages, too. I don't think one's actually graduated since yours truly. She said you have potential. I figured I'd help out, even if you pagans do magic a little different from Christ's way."
I vaguely remember Shariykah mentioning that she'd had a catholic student trained in alternative styles of magic, and I begin to relax. If he did know her, than he's got to be an OK guy, I guess.
I shake off my gawking expression, and reiterate, "So, you want to help me? If you do in fact do things differently with the different paths, what can you actually teach me?"
"Alchemy, my child. I'll teach you the secrets of alchemy. If Shariykah wants to train you, I want to help."
I stare at him confused, and add "I remember Shariykah saying that you were in Africa. What's going on with that?"
He beams at me and states simply, "There are perks in our path. Teleportation is among them at a point."
The priest looks at me expectantly. I say, "Well, I've never much cared for botany, but a chance to learn how to make potions. The only thing I've wanted to do more is find a set of pants. Do you mind?"
--
I bring him into Shariykah's sanctum, now dressed in my freshly cleaned jeans and an AC/DC band tee.
"Still using hers, are you? I can get Shariykah and we can help you form yours in the upcoming days, if you like."
I exuberantly reply, "Wow, would you? It'd be pretty nice sanctum by the time two immortals help me make it. Can I ask you something though? What do you actually do out in Africa?"
He humbly states, "I only work for the greater good. Shariykah showed me how to channel the power of God to help the underprivileged in some of the third-world countries. Without them knowing, I fertilize their ground and bring rain to the skies. When needed, I cure the sick who have HIV, or other such diseases."
Talk about philanthropy. This guy just walks the earth helping people. What'll feel like if I start doing that for the people? Helping the poor, having people love you, making the world a better place, sounds like a pretty good deal to me.
For the next several hours, he teaches me, showing me various plants, conjuring up copies of various charts of the days, cycles of the moon, zodiac, and the like all to make very specific potions. A specific combination of plants brewed for the right amount of time under the right sign will give one the desired potion. It's a lot to memorize, and I still have loads more to go.
I wonder what Shariykah will make of this when Thaddeus tells her.
When all is said and done, he wishes me farewell. I look at the clock and see that it's about 10:00 P.M. I'm actually going to sleep tonight. I slowly drift off, sprawled sideways across my bed sheets. My dreams drift toward Shariykah. I see her beautiful face, and her charming smile. As I reach out for her, I feel somehow repelled. This isn't her in front of me, it's just another human. I don't like humans as much since I've met Shariykah, and I feel almost repulsed by this woman who should be attractive by normal people's standards. I can't make out any details of her though... it fades away as I try to focus, as dreams do.
--
I wake to the smell and sound of sizzling bacon. I perform my morning routine by... well, I still can brush my teeth, but my face hasn't accumulated oil overnight to need a wash and I can't really comb hair anymore. I decide to let it go.
I walk out into our breakfast area and see my mom and dad eating pancakes and bacon, a regular treat prepared on Sunday mornings.
My mom opens the conversation, "Morning! Did you sleep well?"
I somewhat groggily reply, "Yeah, I had some weird dreams though. I wonder if they meant anything."
My dad looks over, and matter-of-factly interjects, "All that dream, heeby-jeeby crap is all bullshit anyway. I don't know why you went out of your way to learn those cards."
I shrug off my dad's brash comment, yet decide to drop the subject. Dad continues,
Mom inquires with a chipper attitude, "You still going over to Dave's at noon?"
Somewhat absently, I respond, "Yeah, I'll probably be back around 10:00."
Dad incriminatingly asks, "Don't you ever study at all?"
Am I going to tell my dad that I'm now a hyper-intelligent snake creature with a tail that's invisible to him and a time-slowed sanctum?
"Yeah, I studied all Saturday."
He seems to detect sincerity in my eyes, or some other acceptable emotion. "All right then. Well, I'll be on call at the hospital so I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
My mom chimes in her own itinerary, "I'm going to be out with my mother to a doctor's appointment, but after that I'll just be here."
I grab the opportunity, "Well, if you've got the homestead locked down, I think I'll stay at Dave's tonight. I can just bring my books, and he lives right next to the college. It'll save gas money, too."
Both my parents shrug, and I sit down with a plate of bacon. I'm beaming not because I can stay at Dave's, but because I can also easily stay at Shariykah's house. She lives at about the midpoint between me and my friend, so it is technically still a frugal plan.
After a delicious breakfast, I grab my backpack and head out. The new form must have helped my physique too, because my forty-pound backpack felt closer to twenty. It's still interesting trying to fit a tail behind me in an old 1988 Toyota Camry, but I manage it enough to drive safely. I relax in my car as I'm driving as an extra bit of practice. I can see the energy of everything around me in about a fifty yard radius with such precision that I can tell where a bug is on the tip of a blade of grass without looking. I'm getting better.
I pull up in front of the address Shariykah gave me, and I'm surprised to see that it's a single-story one-car garage house. This is where a thousand years of aiding humanity gets you, eh? Well, maybe she is just modest. It's 11:00, so I hope she doesn't mind that I'm a bit early.
I give her a call on her cell phone. It starts playing the song Malchik Gay by T.A.T.U. while I wait for her to pick up. That's just like her.
I know I have the right number when I hear the oh, so sexy Persian accent on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
I feel sheepish as I answer, then silly because I'm still shy even though I've had sex with her already. "Hey, it's me. I know I'm a bit early, are you still OK to come?"
She waits a moment, moments that I would've broken out into cold sweat if I still could've. "Yeah, but I have to get ready first. Why don't you come inside?"
"Okay..."
This is one of these funny little moments that I've never figured out socially. Do I hang up or say goodbye? I never neglect saying goodbye when I get off the phone, yet I'm about to see her in a matter of seconds. I decide to say "Goodbye" anyway. God, I feel like a dork.
I shut off the car, lock it up, and proceed up the little concrete pathway up to the front door. For somebody like Shariykah, I can't get over how normal the whole feel of the place seems. It's not an expensive house, nor is it big. It's painted light blue on the outside, with some various ceramic garden gnomes, a fake flamingo and the like decorating a modest patio.
I open the door to her house, and I'm not sure if I'm expecting a tricked-out spatially warped huge inside, but the house interior is modest as well. I close the door behind me, and call out to my beloved.
"Shariykah, you in here?"
A muffled call from a few rooms down shouts, "Yeah, I'll be out in a while. Help yourself to a drink or something. Make yourself at home!"
I affirm back to her, and then proceed to give myself a tour. She's presumably in her master bedroom-bathroom area, so I look around the rest of her house. It's one of those cookie-cutter houses, the one that you can go three houses down and find the exact same layout. Same kitchen, different tiles. Same living room, different carpet.
I eventually find my way to a mini-fridge that only has vita-water and cream soda in it, along with some generic bottled water. I elect for the generic, twisting the top off as I sit down to see what's on her TV. She did say to make herself at home, after all.
When I sit down I realize that her chairs have a hole in the back for a tail to slip through, and I'm grateful that I can sit down normally for the first time since I was a human. The chair's set up to have cushions for the tail, as well as a built-in back massager with a remote on it. I forget about the TV as I melt into her chair, relaxing completely. The massager feels heavenly as I lose myself in the gentle hum of the machine... at this point I realize that there's a very strong energy permeating the entire house. I detect the feeling of safety and happiness hardwired into the energy, feelings that will seep into everyone who spends long enough in this area. I decide not to think about it, as I rest my eyes for a moment.
The next thing I know, Shariykah's standing over me, wearing a black silken sheath dress.
"Who is this bum sitting in my chair? This can't be the strong-willed, outgoing man I invited into my house!"
I sit up, and defensively reply, "I've only been sitting for like a minute! I'm a bum now?"
She grabs my arm and shows me my own watch, smirking. It's 11:30, and the proof is clear that about twenty minutes that passed in the blink of an eye. Shariykah seems to have that effect on me, I guess. I pull myself up, and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Didn't even drink the water, did you?" It's still full. "Don't you want a soda?"
"I've never much cared for cream soda..."
"When's the last time you've tried it?" She seems really intent on pressing this point...
"It's just a soda. I feel like having water, is that too much to ask?"
Forebodingly, she states, "Okay, but I'll remember this."
I shake my head, grinning while she just shoots me a playfully sulking look.
"You ready to go, then?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"I've been ready, slowpoke. Let's get going."
--
She's an awfully good sport about fitting her tail into a car like mine, and I ask her if it hurts at all, bending it around like that.
Casually, she replies while looking out the window, "There's a reason I picked a shark, cartilage is pretty flexible. I've survived some things that would have killed any other person. I'd probably be all scar tissue if my cartilage broke as easily as bone."
I shoot her a questioning glance, and she catches it.
She looks to me, and then away again. "I don't want to talk about some of them; I've lost some of my best students in those incidences. However, I have survived some car accidents, falling off of a cliff, and an earthquake."
I ask with a bit of disbelief, "A cliff? How'd that happen?"
She replies, "Try living for a thousand years. Things happen that you wouldn't believe, and I'll leave it at that."
We pull up in front of Dave's house, and get out of my dusty old car. His house, like Shariykah's is a fairly humble abode. I ring the doorbell, as Shariykah is fixing her hair beside me. I just now realize that I have no idea what her mask looks like. I'm guessing it's like she was before she changed, so I'm picturing a middle eastern in case anybody asks me.
Dave opens the door, and I begin introductions. "Hey Dave, this is my girlfriend, Shariykah Taleb. I don't believe you've met before. Shariykah, this is Dave Kennedy. He's been my friend through thick and thin for about six years now."
Dave courteously extends his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I can't believe he made such a catch on his first girlfriend." He looks over at me, "Took you long enough."
I try not to blush in embarrassment as Shariykah shakes his hand and replies graciously, "The pleasure is mine. If you're the best friend of my man, then you can't be all bad."
Dave respires deeply, and continues, "Would you two like to come in? I just got ahold of some new movies, not even in theatres yet. I got some new Netflix movies in, a horror and a comedy."
I elect, "I vote for the comedy."
Shariykah glares at me, "We haven't even heard the titles yet!"
I reason, "I don't really like horror movies, though. They're not entertaining, it's all adrenaline. No thought goes into them."
She retorts, "When's the last time you've watched one? When you were six?"
I begin to defend myself, but she interrupts with, "Ok, the comedy it is, but I'll remember this."
Dave shrugs, "Whatever you guys want."
--
It's been a mediocre movie so far, a few funny points in it. As I sit through the ending, I wonder how the horror movie would've been instead. We decide to call it quits with the movie, and elect to sit around his table over some hastily made hot dogs and talk. We talk about life, philosophy, and religion. Shariykah finds out that Dave is more or less a Zen kind of person, if it means what I think it does. He seems the kind of person that lives for fun, and feels that we simply are. He mentions that since we simply are, he thinks he's prepared to take the twists and turns life throws at him. I turn to Shariykah. We nod at each other, and then turn back to Dave.
"Dave," I say as I look unblinkingly into his eyes with the utmost seriousness, "I need to tell you something. Shariykah and I, you see, are not really who you think we are. I'm still me, of course, but this isn't the real me anymore."
Dave's looking at me as if I were crazy, brow furrowed in mild fear yet gazing in morbid fascination.
Calmly, I state, "Don't be afraid when I show you my true form. It's fairly far from human. I'll go first, and Shariykah will go next."
I watch in sorrow as my best friend looks at me with genuine concern mixed with fear, and I'm still holding my hot dog. If I make it a little more ridiculous for him, maybe he'll take the blow easier. A giant snake is more intimidating than a giant snake eating a hot dog, I'd think.
I lean up against the wall opposite the table from him, and close my eyes. I slip into a state where I can see all the energies of the universe, and focus upon my mask. I can see it for once, and it looks exactly like I used to. As I focus on it I force the image of my old self to lift like a stage curtain, revealing my true form to him.
His face turns pale as he stares at me, speechless. I try to aid the situation by taking a bite out of my hot dog and munching it as he watches me. "Damned good ol' American food. It's me, Dave. I'm still your old buddy, still your friend who's still as nerdy. I still love to play Dungeons & Dragons and Half-Life 2."
He continues gawking at me for another minute, and I smile as best I can in such a situation. God, I hope he's ok. "I'd feel guilty not telling my best friend this's happened to me. The last thing I'd want to do is lose you as a friend, Dave. Think about all those talks we had, about your family. I tried to help you with your inferiority complex, or whatever it was. I'm still the same guy who watched those same stupid flash movies in junior high with you!"
He stares for a moment more, and his face twists back into a smile. "You always did love snakes, didn't you? What in the hell happened?"
I take Shariykah's hand, and hold her in my arms. I give her a kiss in the tip of her snout, and nod to her. I wonder what Dave saw me kissing, probably her nose. I can feel her as she drops her mask, so practiced that she doesn't break eye contact when doing it.
Dave, already accepting the impossible by now, simply leans back in his chair and says in a surprised tone, "Damn! Nice catch, man! No pun intended."
We sit down, and he really seems to take this all in stride. We take turns telling him about how she's more or less immortal, I'm on my way there, and she's teaching me magic. I mention alchemy at one point, and Shariykah swivels around to face me.
She asks with suspicion, "Did Thaddeus get his hands on you?"
"Maybe..."
"I need to have a word with him..." She trails off, and then snaps out of it again. "Would you look at the time? It's already five o'clock! Time flies, eh?"
Dave is still sitting there, motionless from the point that we began to talk to him, save for the occasional question.
"You need to go?" He seems somewhat disappointed, and somewhat relieved. "It's a shame you can't teach me any of this."
Sorrowfully, I reply "We could, but we don't want to drag you into this. It's one hell of a commitment and I don't want to subject you to that. However, there is one thing you can do that other people can't. Because you know what we are now, your disbelief of our old appearance will let you see the real us on sight now."
To prove the point, I raise my mask again as Shariykah follows suit.
Dave affirms, "Yeah, you're still both freaks of nature, albeit sexy ones."
I facepalm as I've forgotten to note that Dave's bi. I shake my head, and wave goodbye. He walks us out to my car, and he kisses Shariykah on her hand as he graciously helps her fit her tail into the car. I know she doesn't need it, but she revels in the attention. I simply smile and shake my head.
Through the rolled down window, I call "See ya, Dave! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
He shouts as I'm driving away, "But I like giving head!"
I guffaw as we're driving away, and Shariykah turns to me and incriminatingly states, "There seems to be a lot of things you won't do."
--
We pull up at Shariykah's house, and I shut down the car. I help her out, playing the gentleman, and walk with her arm in arm to the door. She's beaming. She loves it when I act it up.
There's a brown paper package tied up with string on her doorstep, about the size of a jewelry box. She runs over to it and scoops it up, and looks at the tag on it. She beams her adorable, toothy smile as she cradles it to her chest as if it's one of her favorite things.
She unlocks her door, and I follow her to her dining room table, where she proceeds to tear the package open. It's a plain wooden box with a small vial inside with a white label with the mars symbol scrawled in sharpie stuck to the side. She draws my attention away by changing the subject.
"There's something I need to teach you." Her voice is still slightly playful, but somehow suspicious.
"I've noticed that you avoid a lot of things, things you haven't tried. You avoid them because you think you won't like them. You're like that old person who thinks that all television is bad, save for their five o'clock news show."
"Hey!" I reply indignantly, "Why are you calling me an old person? Because I didn't want to watch a horror movie?"
Insistently, she argues "No, you didn't want cream soda either. You only have three genres of music on your MP3 player, and you've never tried sashimi. You were repelled by the human in your dreams."
I scratch the side of my head, looking away for a moment, "Well... Hey, did you do that to my dream?"
"AND you said to Thaddeus that you didn't care for botany. You have no reason to dislike these things, and that'd be fine... if you weren't going to be an immortal. Art will change. Music will change. Everything will change, and that has to include you. You have to start with the little things; otherwise you'll become the old man stuck in the old system. Stagnancy is in complacency, and what is life if you're stuck in the past?"
I try to stammer an excuse, "It's just cream soda though..."
She keeps pushing it, leaning closer to me and not breaking eye contact. "It's more than that. In our existence, you're only free to do anything if you can learn to enjoy anything. You have to be willing to try something at least once. This brings me to your lesson for today. I'm going to come back in in five minutes, and we're going to have sex in a way that you've never thought about. You're going to enjoy it."
I blush furiously under my scales. "O-okay..."
She seems to calm down, and brings a hand up to stroke my face. "Good, now go get ready. I'll be out in five minutes."
She walks off into the bathroom, looking back at me while making sure to sway her tail extra-seductively. I'm still worried though. I figure by getting ready I'm supposed to take my clothes off, so I do so.
Five minutes later, she comes back out, fully dressed in her same skirt and tee. Something's off, but I can't quite tell what. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a strange looking apparatus, resembling an iris-style opening on one end and a keyhole on the other. In her other hand, she's holding an old-fashioned key.
She smiles, almost apologetically. "Thaddeus and I made you a present. It's just to start you off, but you can create from there. Watch."
She takes the device and places it over the doorknob to her bathroom. The iris opens in response to the pressure, and closes over the handle. As it begins to faintly glow, she takes the key in her other hand, puts it in the keyhole, and turns. I can suddenly hear an ocean as the lighting underneath the door changes from that of an incandescent bulb to a more natural lighting.
She pushes the door, and the device comes off the handle. She keeps the door propped open a crack, and I feel a rush of air flooding through the door as I take it from her. We walk through the threshold, and we're now on an island. We've come out of a door that's built into a brick wall that seems to be built for no other purpose than to have a door put into it.
The island is very small, but it has one prominent feature. There's a giant tower, probably about ten stories tall, jutting out of the center of it. It appears to be made of brick and stone, but it's hard to tell. Though we're at the edge of this island, it's only a minute's walk to get to the main door. I can see all around the outside the soil's been cultivated for various plants and herbs to be grown as the warm sea air blows over my naked scales. The somewhat briny smell seems to go well with the crashing of the waves and the blue summer sky. I catch the unmistakable aura of a time-slowed area around here, much like Shariykah's sanctum.
Speaking of, she's been watching me the entire time, and I no doubt have some stupefied look of shock and awe on it.
She cracks open the grandiose snake-emblazoned door of the tower and I find out quickly that this tower suffers from Snoopy's Doghouse Syndrome, being even bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.
"Welcome to your new sanctum." She lifts up her arms, as if presenting it all in one sweeping gesture, "Thaddeus and I made it a little bigger than normal for you because frankly, I'm probably going to be spending a fair amount of time here too."
There are several podiums around the ground floor, all of which have a small staircase leading up to them. Each has a pedestal with a glowing orb on them. I look around in confusion, and she chuckles at my ignorance.
Dismissively, she states, "I'll give you the grand tour later, but I'm more interested in the private chambers."
She holds my hand as she leads me up to the second podium, if counting from the left. She takes my hand and places both of ours on at the same time.
Teleportation is fun the first time if you have an idea where you're going. If you have no clue where you're going, you may end up pale and hyperventilating as I am, even though I find myself looking over a gorgeous, fully furnished bedroom complete with a four-poster bed, a desk, dresser, a door to a bathroom, and balcony that extends from what appears to be the third floor of the tower.
I begin to collapse due to the experience of having my entire world abruptly changed, as if waking from a nightmare, but Shariykah catches me. There's still something wrong going on, or at least unusual.
As she hoists me up, she grunts, "There, isn't this a nicer environment to engage in new acts of carnal pleasure? Ocean view... large bed loaded with silken sheets and cushions, smell of seawater and the warm sun outside? Beats our town any day."
I snap myself back into it, I'm going to have to get used to teleportation if I'm going to be any kind of respectable archmage. I walk out into the room, examining the detail and astounding craftsmanship that went into all of the furnishings.
"Hey," I hear Shariykah call over to me, and I turn to face her.
I'm stopped in my tracks by not the fact that she's naked, but that there's something out of place. Claspers. She has a set of fully endowed, very male claspers. She still has breasts, still has her beautiful female smile, but she's got claspers. Shark cocks, formed to make sure they stay inside whatever they're fucking.
On top of that, there's a very prominent scrotum with two heavy-set orbs dwelling within. I try to avert my gaze, but I'm morbidly fascinated with... hir new appendages. Both of those thick shafts were at least five inches long, flaccid. Now I know what shi means by we're going to do something I've never done.
Hir eyes track mine, the destination obvious. "Like what you see? This is the second time you've been stunned by my beautiful body. I asked Thaddeus to cook me up one of his famous potions, and if it works as promised I have about twenty-four hours before I turn into a full-fledged woman again. Never was much good with alchemy, myself..."
Shi walks by me and lies down on the bed, hir legs hanging over the edge. Shi throws a cushion down, presumably for me to kneel on. "You'd better get acquainted, because we're going to be here a while."
I look at hir, and try to play it off. "You're joking, right? I'm not a homosexual."
Shi replies, "Oh, but it's like you told your friend. It's still me, hon. I'm still the woman you fell in love with, just with a different set of naughty bits. We're here just to have fun, and to expand your palate, so to speak. These claspers won't satisfy themselves, so come on!"
Somewhat hesitantly, I kneel down on the cushion and am face to face with hir new and improved sex organs. I flick my tongue out to get a smell of the scrotum, and find it to be musky, if not strangely appealing. As my tongue is flicking out to get that smell, it unintentionally flicks against the head of the right shaft, making it twitch expectantly. I didn't get a taste though.
I reach up and feel the claspers, and start to pulse as they gradually stiffen. The shaft in my palm is surprisingly pleasing to the touch; the velvety texture is not bad at all. The most noticeable thing is how hot it is. To get a better feeling, I grip hir left shaft completely and tightly. In about five seconds, my hand's almost hot.
Shi lets out a groan as I explore hir crotch, and manages to say, "Come on... do something!"
I decide to take a chance. I stick out my tongue and trail a slow lick from the base of the shaft to the tip, and shi lets out a deep guttural moan. Hir body tries to relax, then bucks, and then relaxes again. I feel sorry for hir as I realize I'm teasing. I intensify the experience, beginning to lap at the head.
I hate to say it, but it doesn't taste half bad. The lightly salty, hot, meaty texture is actually kind of good. I reach my left hand up and cup her scrotum. The hairless, velvety skin actually feels nice as I begin to fondle the orbs within. About thirty more seconds of this pass before I decide to take it up to the next level.
I open my muzzle, and shi lets out a drawn-out moan as I take hir right tip into my mouth, while my right hand slowly massaging the left. My tongue laps at the head, feeling the soft glans and the harder flesh just below. Hir testicles can't seem to decide whether they want to drop relaxed or pull up against hir body as I keep fondling them.
I'm torn between being ashamed and being incredibly aroused, as this intimate act is still pleasuring the one I love, yet it's still me giving a blowjob. I know shi's enjoying it; I can always tell when her tail erratically thumps around.
Shi bucks hir hips, and 5 of hir 8 inches delves into my muzzle all in one go. This doesn't seem to be so bad... I begin bobbing my head lightly up and down hir shaft, sucking a little bit as I press my tongue against the bottom of her penis. I stop when I feel her tail accidentally swing into my stomach, and I let out an "oof" as the wind's knocked out of me.
I pull off, and she looks at me intently as I climb up onto the bed. I don't care at this point if it's taboo, I need more of this. Shariykah seems to see where I'm going with this, and she scoots further up the gloriously comfortable bed as I begin to climb on top of hir, reversed.
My twin hemipenes are now both out and painfully erect. I lower my crotch over her face as I prepare to reaccept her claspers to my own mouth. I bring both of hir claspers together and take them both into my muzzle at once, and begin bobbing my head.
I let out a moan of satisfaction as I feel hir take my hemipenes into hir mouth, that strong, fleshy tongue immediately setting to work on weaving around and between my twin cocks. We both begin bucking into one another's mouths, and I taste hir pre for the first time.
Hir pre tastes somewhat fishy, unsurprisingly, yet fairly tangy. The musky, slightly sweet taste immediately has me trying to coax more, and I think shi feels the same. Shi's brought up a hand and begun rubbing the part of my crotch where my internal testes lie, not as effective looking yet still just as pleasurable.
I bring my knees up to just above the top of hir head and begin thrusting into her waiting maw. Shi doesn't let up on the suction or the strong, forceful lapping on every part of my shafts for one moment, as I become more and more frantic.
I lose myself in the intoxicating musk of her crotch as shi begins bucking in my mouth, a steady stream of precum drooling from both heads, immediately being lapped up by yours truly. Yours truly who'd thought that he wouldn't enjoy this wonderful act, who wouldn't drink a cream soda, who wouldn't watch a horror movie, who wouldn't go on a drive, and who felt repelled by males and humans alike.
I'm the first to let out a deep, reverberating moan as I drive my twin cocks into hir throat and begin spurting directly into her stomach as shi eagerly accepts my seed. The act of drinking rope after rope of thick, sticky, reptilian cum must be the tipping factor as shi lets out a guttural, muffled roar.
Hir shafts throb violently as those burning shafts begin shooting copious blasts of slick, musky seed over my tongue. I eagerly swallow as much as I can, enjoying hir flavor as my throat, adapted as a snake to swallow animals whole, has no problem drinking down every last drop that her body gives me.
Eventually, both of our climaxes trickle to a halt. I suck off the last of her essence from hir claspers as they slide from my mouth. Shi does the same, giving my hemipenes a teasing lick as she pulls off of them.
"Well," Shi asks with a triumphant smile, "What did you think of that?"
A goofy grin due to the glorious afterglow settles onto my face as I reply, "Better than I could've imagined. I think I still enjoyed your pussy better, though."
"Oh, is that so?" Shi asks in a clearly skeptical tone.
"Yes, but it's really the difference between winning a million or a billion dollars. They both are pretty damned awesome." I respond truthfully.
"Well, you'd better be ready. We're not quite done here yet." Shi rolls over, kneeling on the bed.
Shi's towering over me as I'm still lying on the bed in a supine position. Shi takes my legs and props them up on hir shoulders and brushes my tail out of the way, leaving me in the perfect position to be taken in the rear.
I whimper out of anxiousness as I clearly see what shi's about to do.
"Don't worry... it won't hurt. Well, not much, anyway." Shi gently reassures me.
Hir cocks are already rock hard and ready to go again as she places them up against the pucker of my anus, my tail unceremoniously draped out of the way. Shi kisses the inside of my leg that's over her shoulder as shi begins pressing.
The first time you have your anus stretched to accommodate two fully developed shafts, you feel like you're going to die, just as I do. I feel like I'm being pried open and am going to be torn apart as shi presses both of those thick, meaty cocks into my anal passage. It takes about two minutes of hir just holding my legs and pressing relentlessly, me gasping and hir panting in excitement, before both of the heads finally pop inside.
I let out a hiss of pained pleasure as both saliva-slickened claspers begin to sink, inch by inch, into my virgin ass. It feels like it takes centuries for hir to get all the way in, and I begin doubting that shi ever will.
We both let out a breath of contentment and relief, respectively, as shi finally hilts herself within me. There's not much I can do but try to relax as shi looks into my eyes. Thank the goddess that she's kind enough to wait for me to be ready before shi actually begins to take me. No words are needed as I finally no longer feel pain.
Shi looks lovingly into my eyes. "Are you ready?"
I nod weakly, and shi doesn't wait to be told a second time.
Shi begins to pull out, ever so slowly. Shi waits until only the heads are inside, and then slowly slides in. I let out a gasp of pleasure as I feel her press against something deep inside me. Shi's still beaming at me as shi takes her time pushing those magnificent staves in and out of me.
For several minutes this keeps up. I am in heaven as shi massages my prostate every time she pushes inside me, my own cocks hard once again as we gaze into one another's eyes. Shi lets out a slight grunt each time she thrusts forward. I'm leaking precum from the heavenly sensation of being gently mated by the woman of my dreams. Shi still is the same woman to me, regardless of some potion, and I can see now that it's not the physical side that matters.
I close my eyes and let out a hiss of unadulterated pleasure as shi takes one of my cocks in each hands, using my own pre as lubricant, and begins stroking them. Both of our scents lie lightly in the air, being carried out by the sea wind, the crashing waves still audible in the distance.
Without warning, shi pulls out of me with a plop. Shi flips me onto my stomach, and I respond to this by getting on my hands and knees. I find myself actively presenting myself to hir as shi holds my hip with hir left hand and grabs my right hemipenes with the other.
Shi begins thrusting into me as hard and fast as she can, both of those claspers dragging along my inner walls. Shi's grunting as shi ruts me as hard as she can, hir right hand furiously rubbing my right hemipene.
Our tails begin thrashing uncoordinatedly as the thrusting becomes more sporadic and erratic, hir thrusts becoming almost painfully strong. Shi lets out a roar of pleasure as shi buries herself within me, leaning down over my back as her hot claspers begin shooting rope after rope after rope of shark cum deep into my bowels. Not much dribbles back out, most of it being forced to back up into my sigmoid colon.
The sensation of hir depositing hir warm seed deep within me pushes me over the edge once again, shooting off fireworks in my mind of indescribable pleasure. I let loose a bellow as climax washes over me. I spray the sheets in front of me with my cum, her stroking not letting up for a moment. As our climaxes taper off, we collapse next to each other with hir claspers still buried within me.
"Well, you've learned your lesson now..." shi whispers to me.
"That doesn't mean we have to stop..." I reply, a grin spreading over my face.
We're going to be here for a while, it seems.
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