Jewel Monster (House Beasts #2)

Double

He was suddenly thrust on the bed, half-falling on Dimor. Before he could protest, the tail around his waist dragged him until he was laying the other, his face at the level of Dimor's stomach. The latter chuckled darkly and stroked his cheek.

"Perfect," he purred.

"Oh god."

"Growing shy on me now, Eric?"

Eric grinned in reply. "In your dreams."

"We'll see if you're still so keen in five minutes."

Dimor wore a light nightgown to bed, made of fluid fabric, that he had sown himself. He grabbed some of it and started to pull on it; Eric lifted himself so that it might rise. He looked at what was revealed eagerly, both curious and full of desire. Dimor's tail met his hips with a fading of the scales, the rounder and softer ones of his underbelly climbing up his stomach as a happy trail would. He saw no sex that looked human, but instead there was a slit surrounded by a ring of rising muscles and, about two finger's width beneath it, a second puncture, rounder, smaller, and more deeply embedded inside the tail.

Eric never thought that he would be aroused by the sight of a snake's crotch; there was a first to everything. He shifted his hips as blood started to flow towards his cock, making it stir with small flashes of heat. He looked up at Dimor's face, waiting for instructions on what he was supposed to do.

"Well?" said Dimor. "What are you waiting for? You said that you were willing to massage me, so do that there."

"There where?" Eric looked down.

Experience had taught him that he was better off asking than not being sure what to do. It was a little odd to him to be thrust in bed with a man he had never even kissed, but considering how painfully attracted he was to said man he didn't want to mess it up.

"Around there." Dimor reached down and stroked the side of his slit with a single black nail. "Gently."

Still a little unsure, Eric placed a hand on each side of it and traced small, light circles on each side with his thumbs. The scales there were smooth, the flesh rising up ever so slightly, but the moment Eric touched it he realized that a massage was most certainly in order: Dimor slit was a knot of tensed muscles. He even jolted when Eric applied pressure, and judging by the slight hiss he produced it wasn't from pleasure.

"Are you nervous?" asked Eric.

"Don't ask questions."

"You are, aren't you?"

He hesitated when Eric looked up, glancing to the side when he couldn't hold the other's gaze. "It's been a long time."

"How long?"

"Last time it happened, I was in Erbothia."

Oh. That type of "long time".

"You'll be fine," said Eric. "I'll take it nice and slow."

"It will pass in five minutes."

"Doesn't mean it can't use a bit of help."

Eric flashed a knowing smile to Dimor. The latter drew in a shaky breath and nodded a little, a lot less smug now but just as red as before. Then Eric returned his attention to Dimor's slit. He used his thumbs in long, slow strokes on the side until Dimor's flesh started to give in, and then when he felt that the other was giving in he started to push closer to the centre. With each slow touch, with each deep breath from the Vouivre, the slit parted more, until the pink flesh on the inside started to show; Eric leaned towards it.