“Yes!” Sierra moaned, arching her back and clenching down on the inhuman cock buried deep in her vagina. “My gods, why did it take you this long to get him horny?” Fracture groaned, unwilling to relinquish the phallus she had plunged into her throat. She sucked on the tapering pink organ, caressing the underside with her tongue, savoring the salty, savory flavor. Slowly, reluctantly, she let the second of her lover's cocks free from her lips with a loud wet pop, drool mixed with semen leaking from the corners of her mouth. This was the third time he'd released from that cock, and Fracture hoped it was far from the last. “I'll have you know we had a perfectly healthy relationship before you came along. You just happened to show up at the right time.” Fracture brushed her luminous blue hair out her face and inserted the tip of the creature's penis back in her mouth, not waiting for nor caring to listen to Sierra's catty response. She moaned luridly as her mouth formed a tight seal around the organ, allowing herself to bask in the perverse sensuality of the act. As Sierra bucked on the other cock their partner sported, the human's tight, tan breasts bouncing above Fracture, she thought back on the events that had lead to their inter species threesome. *** It was hardly a day ago. Fracture had opened the door to a rainy January morning, smog and acid rain turning the streets of Lagos to a caustic mess of mud and rust. A solitary lean figure stood on her doorstep, his features completely obscured by a sealed chemical suit and an elephantine gas mask. She raised an eyebrow at the stranger, and folded her black cyberarms across her chest, making sure to show off the armor plating that encased the limbs. If this masked stranger meant trouble, he didn't know what he was getting into. Undaunted, the waif offered a halfhearted wave and stepped forward towards the door. “Cut the tough-girl act Frac,” came a muffled voice from within the suit. “You know it's me; I'm broadcasting my codename on our encrypted frequency.” “Encrypted frequency?” Mumbled Fracture, rubbing her temples. “Oh. Right. Yeah, sorry, I haven't a clue how those things work, I just use my commlink to browse the matrix and update my 'ware. Sierra, right? It's hard to tell under all that crap you've got on.” Sierra shook her head and brushed past Fracture, heading inside. Once she'd removed her mask, she gave an accusing glare at the elf, adding “You're one of the most sought-after runners in this city and you don't check your encrypted channels? Don't tell me you go on about premeditated murder, corporate espionage and international conspiracies on a public signal?” Fracture rolled her eyes, half wishing it was a mugger or evangelist under the chemsuit. Were that the case, she could've shut the door on them and go back to playing her VR games. Not so with a member of her team she, ostensibly at least, had to be on good terms with. “Don't tell me you chose a career as an underworld mercenary without knowing how to shoot a gun,” Fracture shot back, shutting the door behind her. She didn't resent the Aztlaner for her lack of combat talent, far from it; the team had lacked the technical and scientific acumen Sierra brought to the table until she was brought on a few weeks ago. The newcomer was also a far more talented medic than any of Fracture's teammates-past or present, but that intellectual prowess came with a sense of superiority that rivaled a dragon's. “Listen,” she said, “It's my day off, and while I'd love to spend it winning arguments with you, I know you're here for something more productive.” “Correct,” replied Sierra, unzipping her chemical suit and tossing it aside. Underneath was a modestly dressed, lithe Latina woman, a good deal shorter and older than Fracture, even if you took into account the difference in metatype. She wore her dark hair short, with white highlights in the bangs, and Fracture could see the edges of some fairly detailed tattoos concealed beneath her clothing. Compared to the elf's heavily augmented body; with armored cyberlimbs, a twitching steel tail, sub-dermal armor plates, glowing eyes and fiber-optic hair, the human seemed plain by comparison, almost laughably so in Fracture's eyes. “I'm here to talk about the assistant you lent me. I assume you don't have any formal education in herpetology? Parazoology? Veterinary medicine?” “You mean Manalishi? Is there something wrong with him?” It had been barely a week since Fracture's rescued genetic experiment-cum-roommate had started assisting Sierra at her clinic. The naga, an escaped corporate genetic experiment Fracture had met lurking in the Lagos sewers, had recently made a breakthrough in the crippling self-image issues he faced due to his mutations. While his species normally resembled large snakes, Manalishi had been exposed to unstable magical compounds, and had grown a pair of humanoid arms, along with two extra sets of eyes, fins and bio luminescent photo receptors. Due to his own self-loathing, Fracture had found the mutant serpent a broken mess, and spent the last few months helping him come to terms with himself. It was a scenario the elf would call ludicrous, if Manalishi hadn't been so pitiful. “Yes, the naga. He's a great aide, don't worry about that, and when he's around I think he scares off the local devil rats, which is definitely an added bonus.” Sierra produced her commlink from a pocket, continuing to talk while she eyed its dsiplay. “He speaks very highly of you. Clearly you've been providing him with an ample amount of care. But yes, there is something wrong with him.” Sierra tapped a few icons on her commlink and brought up an augmented reality image of Manalishi, along with a dizzying array of information taken from her scanners: body mass index ratios, thermal analysis of his body temperature and far more data than Fracture could understand. “Your friend is an adult male naga, probably about four to five years old. Obviously the physiological mutations,” she vaguely gestured at the out-of-place pectoral and shoulder muscles Manalishi sported, the obvious differences between his serpentine body and the almost humanoid tissue making them seem more like growths than any useful part of his anatomy. “Make that a bit of a guess, but based on his testimony of his time in captivity we can pin it down a little bit. Now, if we examine the testicular glands,” she zoomed in on a highlighted patch of scales midway down Manalishi's torso, “we can see swelling of the surrounding tissue and a bit of gray discoloration.” Fracture scratched her head, struggling to keep up with Sierra. She didn't consider herself thick, and had a corporate education under her belt, something most shadowrunners couldn't boast. However, she hadn't paid the most attention in school, and mostly coasted by on her mother's money and the family name. She could swing a sword with enough force to cut a combat drone in two and shoot a man dead at a hundred meters, but Fracture felt like she'd need to quit shadowrunning and study full time to remember everything she learned in school. “Right, yeah, I see,” she lied, “the tissue is swollen.” Sierra nodded, switching the image to a cross-section of an un-mutated naga. “In conjunction with numerous fasciculations of the epidermis and the atrophy of the cloacal vent,” she pointed to a small gap in the scales near the end of the naga's tail, “we can extrapolate the subject is in the late stages of squamatic sexual hypertension.” Sierra folded her hands behind her back, looking at Fracture as though awaiting agreement with her diagnosis. The elf squinted at the anatomical diagram for close to a minute, trying to connect the medical jargon Sierra had bombarded her with to the snake's body. Finding herself unable to, despite her best efforts, she gave an exasperated sigh. “Listen, Sierra, you're the doctor, its your job to know all this. I swing the sword and make the bad guys into sashimi, can you give me that in layman's terms?” “Manalishi, despite his mature age, has not mated,” said Sierra matter-of-factly. When Fracture did not respond, she rolled her eyes and continued. “Meaning that his testes are atrophied and producing a dangerously low level of testosterone. “ Sierra shook her head, her face contorting into an almost disgusted smile. She rolled here eyes, and rubbed her brow then continued, “we see this often in awakened snakes; a corporation acquires some eggs, sequesters apart them from each other and trains them for security use, then once the snakes reach maturity they aren't allowed to mate...” Sierra trailed off, looking at her feet for a moment and making vague gestures with her hands. When Fracture didn't respond, she resumed, speaking quickly and in a hasty, flustered tone. “One thing leads to another and the snakes' glands get so inflamed they can't move. Poor things need to get a vasectomy, and even then they rarely retain full range of motion.” “That's awful!” Fracture covered her mouth with a metallic hand, her tail thrashing in anxious worry. “It's a stretch, but do you know where we could find another naga for him to mate with? Maybe the facility he escaped from? We could sneak him back in there, find some of the others-” Sierra put her hand up for Fracture to pause, shaking her head back and forth. “A decent idea, were this any ordinary naga. However, we're dealing with a heavily mutated specimen with severe mental issues.” She put particular emphasis on 'severe', opening her eyes wide for emphasis. “If what you've told me is correct-and based on my own observations, they are-he has had zero contact with his own species, and has only had socialization with metahumans-most notably, yourself. Pairing him with another naga, if it doesn't attack him out of fear due to his appearance, could set back the months of work you've put into his recovery.” “So what then? You aren't suggesting we spay him like a dog?” “Manalishi is male; that would be a neuter surgery, spays are for females. However, there is an alternative.” Sierra blushed, looking away and shaking her head. She smiled grimly to herself and taking a deep breath before continuing. “And while you may find it extreme, for the sake of your friend hear me out on it.” Fracture dragged her cold metallic fingers over her face, rubbing the heel of her palm against her eyes. She flopped down on on the couch and shook her head, blaming herself for not doing something sooner. If it weren't for her ignorance, maybe if someone smarter, more qualified had taken the serpent in, he wouldn't be faced with this dire a situation. “I'm all ears Sierra,” she said shutting her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose. Sierra sat down beside Fracture, resting an arm on her shoulder and taking her other hand in hers. “Don't get all bent out of shape Frac, Manalishi's alive because of you. Had anyone else found him they'd have shot him dead and thrown him in the lagoon. The kindness you've offered has given him another chance at life, don't forget that.” She patted Fracture on the shoulder, the dense, octagonal armor plates beneath the skin feeling like giant callouses. “The easiest, simplest solution is going to be getting Manalishi to mate. To do that in a safe, positive manner, we need someone he's comfortable with, someone he trusts, and someone, well, libertine enough to do the deed. Namely, you.” Fracture sat up, goosebumps rising on her neck. She squeezed down on Sierra's hand, causing the human to wince as her muscle-cables slowly clenched. “You want me to do what?” *** Manalishi rose up on his coils, positioning himself behind Fracture as she waited in anticipation, resting on her hands and knees as the naga fiddled with her own metallic tail. Eventually, he decided to toss it over his shoulder, and positioned his hemipenis by Fracture's crotch, cautiously shifting the twin rigid organs to try and find the best angle. The elf bit her lip, greedily eyeing the two pink, glistening rods, impatient for Manalishi to get situated, every moment dragging on like an eternity. “Like thisss?” He eventually asked, carefully grabbing her waist and shoulder with his claws. The creature was nearly ten meters in length, dark green and blue in color, and broader than a metahuman's torso by his midsection. Spines and a thin dorsal fin protruded from the back of his head, a freakish mix of serpentine and fishlike features like some horrid deep-sea predator. Despite his freakish appearance and phenomenal strength, Fracture wasn't afraid. She trusted him, was confident that he wouldn't hurt her- intentionally or otherwise. “I am uncertain if thisss will be enjoyable for you,” he hissed, a hint of mocking smugness in his voice. “Trust me,” Fracture said, rocking her hips back, just enough that her labia brushed against one of his penises. The sensation caused her to shiver in anticipation, an anxious moan coming from deep within her bosom. “I'm going to enjoy this a lot.” With a hiss, the naga pulled her towards him, the lower of his two cocks spreading the walls of her vagina. “Very well,” he said, undulating his torso to simulate the thrusts of a human's body like Sierra had shown him, driving the hot pink rod into Fracture. She groaned in time with his thrusts, rocking back and forth as his tapering organ slid in and out of her passage. She felt his grip tightening on her shoulder, the claws leaving red marks on her skin that would have been scars had it not been for her dermal plates. He swiftly intensified, thrashing his coils wildly-too fast for Fracture, and she gave a sharp cry, placing her hand against his underbelly. “Not so fast-ease me into it. It hurts if you start going wild like that.” “Sssorry, it jussst felt natural. Maybe nagasss would find that pleasssurable. Gradual, underssstood, I will ssslow down.” “He's right,” Sierra said, lying on her back beside the two in a post-coital afterglow. Semen coated her breasts and torso, splattered over the elaborate Aztec-style tattoos that decorated them. The human breathed heavily and slowly, rubbing her mons and gazing lustily at the pair as they figured out how to make their incompatible anatomies fit together into something pleasurable. “Were you a naga, Frac, you'd want this over and done with as soon as possible, and he'd want to be in and out as quick as he can.” The lower quarter of Manalishi's tail coiled loosely around her thigh and waist, the very tip of his tail resting just beside Sierra's face. “You should consider yourself lucky Manalishi; some snakes have to compete with dozens of males at once to get a chance with one female. You get to have two willing ladies at the same time, something most nagas would envy!” She ran her fingers lazily over the serpent's tail, feeling the muscles bunch and twist under his cool scales. Every time he undulated his body, driving his organ into Fracture, she could feel the motion travel through his body, eventually reaching her. A gentle, needy “Oooh,” escaped her lips, and she shut her eyes, cupping her breast in one hand. As she felt the naga thrust into Fracture, she squeezed her breast, craning her neck down to lick the nipple. Sierra could still feel heat in her loins, despite having ridden him to his orgasm and her own. Likely due to his mutations, the naga had an incredibly short refractory period, and was ready to go from an individual cock in minutes. He was inexperienced-virginal even-his motions over exaggerated and imprecise, but he more than made up for it with his raw, animal passion. When he was in her, when he had taken her hips into his talons and thrust her down onto his cock until she screamed, he had satisfied some hidden desire within Sierra. She didn't consider herself a deviant, but the lure of new sensations, of new thrills overwhelmed her better judgment, and she had given herself over to her base desires. She'd never been with a naga, and the intricacies of an inter-species relationship were too tantalizing to pass up. And when he wrapped her in his tight, muscular coils, squeezed her so she couldn't move, hilted his cock inside her and rutted her like she was a female in her prime, she had been overcome with pleasure, giving in to those needs, those urges, and came on his cock, clamping down like a vice. Fracture had kissed her then, and while neither of the women considered themselves bisexual, in the heat of the moment, both high on pleasure, they had reveled in it, rolling tongues against eachother's and enjoying the soft, warm lips pressing against their own. Sierra moaned and rubbed her legs together, feeling her need growing stronger again. Manalishi's upper penis poked between the cheeks of Fracture's ass, rubbing against the tight ring of her anus and smearing it with his own natural lubrication. The tip protruded above her tailbone, beads of precum pooling by the base of her tail. Wet smacks accompanied the naga's motions, Fracture's cheeks slapping against his underbelly as he drove himself into her. She reached back and placed a hand on her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and allowing Manalishi deeper penetration into her wet, needy sex. She was loving every moment of it, shutting her eyes and scrunching her face tight as Manalishi's efforts filled her, brought hot relief to her empty, needy core. With every thrust, every instance of warm, thick cock driving into her sex, she regretted more and more that she had been so hesitant to engage in the act. *** “If the rest of the team finds out about this we'll never hear the end of it,” Fracture hissed, staring down Sierra across the table, a bottle of synth-beer squeezed between her metal fingers. “You don't strike me as the type to care about a reputation,” Sierra replied, taking a sip from her drink. “Depends. I don't want to ruin my relationship with the rest of the team, or lose work due to a bad name I've made for myself. But if you mean people thinking I'm easy? Or that I'm into some kinky shit?” Fracture smacked her tail against the floor with a metallic ring and cycled her hair through the color spectrum, mentally sliding the RGB settings up and down. “Let them think what they want, I couldn't care less.” “Don't worry Frac, anything that happens between you two will be our secret. We all have things we'd rather stay kept under wraps, it's sort of a runner's code of honor. Don't spill the beans unless you want your beans spilled.” Fracture nodded, looking down into her beer pensively. “It's just, well, he's a naga, but he's just as smart and well-spoken as any human. Hell, he's got more humanity than half the people in this city. If he were one-hundred-percent healthy, if he didn't see himself as a freak, I wouldn't really have any issue with it, provided he was interested in me like that. He's a person, he can say no, he could say yes, he could tell me to go fuck myself if he wants and that's good; he's not a dumb animal. But the way he thinks, its still different, you know? I don't want to take his trust for granted, not after all he's been through. What if I, you know, trigger some snake thing that forces him into the act?” “Remember I'm not playing matchmaker here Fracture. This is a matter of your friend's health. If you don't want to you don't have to.” “No, I think this is something I have to do. He's relied on me these past few months, he's put his trust in me, and I have to make sure that trust wasn't misplaced.” “There's more to that, isn't there?” Sierra tapped her fingers against the table, looking Fracture in the eyes. “You blushed just there-and the way you rolled your hair between your fingers?” She shook her head, grinning maliciously. It wasn't hard to read Fracture, but she still got a kick out of the one-upmanship. “I'm guessing you're already thinking about how it's going to go down. Or have you been fantasizing about this for a while?” Fracture looked away, her face flushing red with embarrassment for a moment. Downing the last of her alcohol, she stared at the table, a thin smile on her face. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. “He's...interesting. After a while of seeing his body, seeing him move and stuff, you start to imagine things. How it feels to be held in his arms. To be wrapped in his tail. How flexible his tongue is. I'm not ashamed of it, really. I've given some thought to sleeping with him-not sexually or anything, just sharing a bed, cuddling, getting to see how his scales feel on my skin. After a tough job, when I'm all worn out and my joints are creaking and I've got bullet holes in my armor and blood up to my knees, you know what I want? I want to collapse in someone's embrace, not some stranger from the streets or a handsome hookup, but someone I know, someone who I know wants to just hold me and make me feel safe and comfortable. Surely you've had a roommate, a coworker or someone you've fantasized about?” Sierra nodded, leaning back in her chair, looking wistfully at the ceiling. “Grad school. Her name was Sacnite, my genetics prof's assistant at Tenochtitlan Technical. She had the longest, most graceful legs you've ever seen. Better than any pair of deltaware legs; like a ballerina's, smooth and soft. I don't even like girls and I wanted her, just to see those legs up close, to rub my hands on them and see what made them tick.” *** Crawling underneath Fracture, Sierra seized both Manalishi's cocks in her hands. Facing towards the naga, she pulled the one buried in Fracture free and inserted the rock-hard upper phallus, the fresh insertion eliciting a groan from the woman above. Taking the lower cock, she lapped at the pink flesh, tasting the pungent mixture of his precum and Fracture's vaginal juices. “Mmm, you got him close Frac,” she moaned, tickling the base of the organ with the tip of her tongue. Opening wide and craning her head back, she took the cock into her mouth, the heady aroma of bestial sex filling her nose. The elf bounced back and forth on the fresh dick driven into her, wetness leaking down from her pussy onto Sierra's face. When he went deep into Fracture, Sierra would draw her lips back along her rod. When Manalishi pulled his coil back, Sierra would press the cock deep into her throat, feeling the hot, wet meat bulge against the insides of her esophagus. “Oh god,” Fracture moaned, one arm collapsing under herself from Manalishi's assault on her sex. He had finally worked his way up to a more rapid pace, the cool scales of his underbelly battering the cheeks of her ass, which had started to turn red from the contact. She felt him pounding against her inner walls, causing her to overflow with pleasure. The more he rutted her, the more she wanted, the more she needed his attentions, anything to satiate her. Her face fell into Sierra's crotch, the scent of her own wet, cum-filled vagina rushing up to meet her. Fracture's diaphragm worked rapidly, her breathing heavy and fast. Those hot, needy breaths washed over Sierra's vagina, a muffled moan erupting from the other woman, who bucked her hips in response. “Let's see what makes you tick,” Fracture teased, before dragging her tongue over Sierra's clit. The human woman writhed, jerking her legs and rapidly searching with her arms for something to grab on to. She found, reaching around Fracture's ass, the base of her tail, pulling on the thin cable for purchase as the elf licked her needy sex. The taste was intoxicating, sweeter than Manalishi's flesh, but accented by the lingering taste of the semen he had ejaculated inside her. Flicking the lips of her labia with her tongue, rolling it from the top to the base, she gleefully toyed with the smaller, older woman, finding further pleasure in drawing such exaggerated reactions from her. The naga jerked his coils to the side, throwing Fracture from atop Sierra and causing his cock to pop out of her drenched, needy loins. “Ahh! That hurtsss!” He recoiled, grabbing Sierra's collarbone and pushing her off of his groin. His face was visibly contorted in pain, and he turned to look away from the women while grumbling to himself. “Don't, pleassse do not do that again!” Manalishi seemed more on edge than he had in months, curling in a defensive ball and shielding his groin with his arms. “Did I do something wrong?” Fracture asked, the visible discomfort and stress on Manalishi undoing nearly all of the pleasure he'd given her. The building bubble of pleasure that was so close to bursting dwindled to a fraction of its size, leaving her feeling hollow and cold. “Did I hit you with my tail? Did I kick you or something?” “Not you,” he replied, his eyes flitting to the panting, heaving Sierra. “Sssierra. Ssshe bitesss. I wasss under the impresssion thisss union wasss to avoid my cassstration, not to hasssten it.” Fracture turned toward the woman, anger burning in her eyes. A black, armored hand grabbed her by the shoulder and sat her up to face Fracture, the metal muscles squeezing tighter than the naga's coils. “What did you do?!” “Ah, ah,” Sierra panted, wiping the drool from her chin. “You were, ah, a bit too much for me I think Frac. I came there, when you started eating me out. You're quite the muffdiver, may I add, but I couldn't really control myself, and yes I may have bitten down a little.” “You didn't-” “A little, Frac, I'm not a naga myself. My teeth just brushed his dick a bit, that's all. Manalishi; please, it's ok. You're going to be fine, it's just an instinctual reaction to feeling teeth during mating. Fortunately, neither me nor Frac are venomous, though by her candor you might think otherwise.” Sierra slowly approached Manalishi, arms raised to show she didn't mean any harm, avoiding looking him in the face. “It's ok big guy, we were just having so much fun together, right? Nobody's trying to hurt you, we're just friends enjoying each other. We all make mistakes, don't we? For your first time you're doing great, by the way.” She placed her arms over Manalishi's shoulders, planting a kiss on the serpent's nose. The naga looked from the amorous Aztlaner to Fracture for approval, who nodded to him, then stood up and walked to his side, leaning her body against him. The cool scales of his hide pressed against her soft flesh. They were smooth and diamond shaped, and slick like river stones. “We aren't going to hurt you,” she whispered, rubbing her hand up and down his underbelly, stopping just before his groin. “Hell, I don't think Sierra could if she tried.” “How about I make it up to you,” Sierra said, ignoring Fracture's offhanded insult. She straddled Manalishi's groin, gripping his shoulders and positioning herself above the pair of his cocks. “And let you put it in my ass.” *** He had returned to Fracture's home at just past eight, crawling in through the second story window. It was an unnecessary precaution, but as a paracritter he took no chances navigating the streets of Lagos. His body was valuable for its use as magical reagents, though many residents of the feral sprawl would attack him for less reasons than that. He knew his appearance inspired fear and revulsion, and individuals of any species would attack out of fear. Furthermore, as he had quickly learned, the SINless population of the city were highly superstitious-for good reason given the amount of Shedim, insect spirits and paracritters in the sprawling slums. If they thought he would bring ill fortune on them due to his presence alone they would not hesitate to bring machetes and assault rifles to bear. Sealing the window behind him, he watched the street for five minutes, making sure he wasn't followed. “He always does this,” he heard Fracture say from downstairs. “Security procedure the Mitsuhama goons drilled it into him. A hyena followed him once and he watched it for an hour before it fucked off.” “Well you could definitely go way worse as far as roommates go. Did you want me to start or-” “He can hear us through the floor you know. Aren't you supposed to know things like that, Mrs. Genius?” The second voice was Sierra, the doctor he assisted in the Ikeja ward. She had said she'd be speaking with Fracture, so he anticipated finding her here, but the pair's presence still made him anxious. The spines on his back fell instinctively, the fin flattening and shrinking his silhouette. Conversation with an individual he had come close to mastering; the body language and unsaid things that made up human communication, but when faced with two or more fighting for his attention he felt overwhelmed. What he'd read on others of his species indicated the usual method of communication was astral telepathy, which struck him as a much more efficient and clear means of sharing information. Cautiously, he slid downstairs into the living room, his multiple sets of eyes scanning constantly for threats. Letting his guard down was not something he did easily, especially after years of training to protect a corporate asset. He found the two seated on the couch together, unarmored and, as far as he could tell, unarmed. Fracture, however, still had the cyberarms that she had disfigured herself to attach, and he knew they concealed hidden blades. Astrally, their auras were unremarkable, Fracture's dim and flickering due to her mutilations, Sierra's an even cyan hue. Scanning the room astrally, he found no other astral signatures, indicators of magical activity. Finally satisfied he was safe, that no spirits had possessed the women or spells were manipulating their minds, he allowed himself to relax, flitting his tongue out between his teeth to taste the air. His spines flexed a little, and he dragged the rest of his body down the stairs, coiling around himself until the entirety of his mass was in the room. “Sssierra. Fracture. You were correct, I could indeed hear your conversssation, though I did not overhear any confidential information being dissscusssed.” Fracture moved aside, resting what remained of her body against the armrest of the chair and patting the middle cushion with the metal object attached to her shoulder. “Sit down, Manalishi. Or slither down, I guess. We wanted to talk to you as friends, not as masters or anything.” “Yesss, underssstood. You would feel like you had sssuperiority over me if I remained on the floor.” Unsure what to do with his arms, he held them tight by his side so they didn't get in the way, and moved the upper quarter of his body onto the cushion in between the women, his multiple eyes allowing him to keep both of them in view. Still, being flanked set him on edge, and he coiled his lower body tighter instinctively. “Very well. I am prepared for briefing.” Fracture opened her mouth, then closed it, looking his body up and down. The elf lacked proper eyes, having had them gouged out and replaced with cameras, and while their presence was not as disturbing as it once was, he still struggled to read the sensors Fracture had lodged in her skull. He assumed by her body language; hastened breathing, the peeling back of the eyelid and the shifting of her legs, that something about his presence had made her anxious. Sierra spoke up, nodding to Fracture. “Manalishi, when you started working at my clinic I was, and still am, very grateful to have the help. Even if its just keeping the vaccine applicants in line, it always helps to have an extra set of hands around.” The naga looked at his shoulders and moved his elbows slightly, not sure if she meant her statement literally. “But I'm a doctor, and I have to think not only of my patients' health but that of my colleagues, and it pains me to say this, but,” Sierra swallowed dryly and pursed her lips. “But I'm concerned, Manalishi, we both are.” His tongue flitted out a few more times, trying to peel apart the human's message. This was the difficulty he faced with human conversation; they had a way of intentionally obfuscating information, and relying on the person they spoke with the decode it. “I am not sssure I underssstand. I have obssserved all sssanitary protocols ssset forth, and to my knowledge I have not endangered the health of any of your patientsss.” “She's talking about your health,” Fracture said, resting her prosthetic on his shoulder. “Since those MCT thugs didn't let you have sex, your balls aren't working right, and are probably going to put you in so much pain that you won't be able to move if we don't do anything about it.” She rubbed the end of her other metallic protrusion against the upper part of his underbelly, the strange muscles that had grown to support his new appendages. “I-we don't want that to happen, not after all you've been through. We care about you, and we want you to be happy. I hope that you understand that.” A quiver went through his coils, the naga's many eyes searching the pair for information as to their implication. “Would neutering me prove curative?” One pair of eyes fell to the hand Fracture had placed on his chest, which she had yet to move, save for the fidgeting fingers. While he was sure it was meant to instill comfort in him, it also brought her body in closer proximity to his, the heat her mammalian body generated putting him at ease, making him feel good. “I have ssseen Sssierra perform such operationsss, the largessst hurdle would be acquiring a potent enough anesssthetic.” “It very well might,” Sierra chimed in, keeping her body apart from his, her legs folded and arms resting on her lap. “But due to your internal genitalia it would prove highly invasive-and there's no telling how much your internal anatomy has diverged from the norm. There is another, much simpler solution, however, something me and Frac have discussed, and we want to run it by you.” Sierra looked at Fracture, who nodded, slowly rubbing her cold, metal appendage up and down Manalishi's underbelly. The elf sighed heavily, her tail twitching nervously, her feet rubbing together. “If you were to mate, it would help your condition, and counteract the atrophy present in your reproductive system. Fracture, being a good host, has elected to help you in that regard.” The snake sat silent for a few moments, sticking out his tongue and twisting his lower quarter over itself as he processed what Sierra had said. He looked to Fracture, who nodded at him, smiling softly, her aura turning a grayish, muddy pink. The lenses of her cybereyes dilated, the synthetic pupils wide as Naira coins. “Have you, you know, given any thought to that,” she said in a hushed town, stroking his spines with one hand while tracing lazy circles with her finger on his chest. Manalishi could feel the elf's heart beating faster, sweat beginning to bead on her remaining skin.“To what it's like to mate with a human?” “For the sssake of transssparency, I mussst confesss. I have.” Sierra raised her eyebrows, looking with intense curiosity at the two. Fracture's fine-boned face became flush red, and she inhaled deeply, twirling a strand of neon hair between her fingers. “And what have you thought about it?” She cooed against the side of his head, a few inches away from his ear. Her natural body was warm, at odds with the cold artificial metal attached to it. Manalishi swallowed, an undulation going through his body. He had not mastered the human skill of the white lie yet. “Well, while I am unsssure if ssshe adhears to metahuman beauty ssstandards, I find Mrsss. Sssierra highly attractive.” The color drained from Fracture's face, Sierra's tan visage seeming to steal it as she blushed bright red. The motion of the elf's metal limbs ceased, and her tail stood on end. Her eye-sensors, formerly half-lidded, opened wide in a clear expression of shock. Sierra, by contrast, gave a sharp inhale and ran one hand through her hair, clearly flustered by his revelation. Manalishi instantly regretted his honesty, tensing his body and rapidly tasting the air. “Excuse me?” Fracture said with more venom than the naga could produce. Manalishi stammered, raising his hands and trying to emulate some gestures he had seen humans make. “Her-her aura! The ch-chakrasss! They are balanced, and-and luminous! You-you cannot sssee it, but her aura isss, well quite ssstunning!” “And what about me?!” Fracture said incredulously, almost petulant in tone. “What about my 'auras'? What about my 'chakras'?” “I do not mean to caussse you offenssse, Fracture. You are my priority assset, an individual of great importance to me. And yesss, I hold you asss a dear friend. But your...disssfigurements. Your chakrasss are, are, misssaligned, in disssharmony! Your aura isss-isss, and I am sssorry, I know you will find thisss insssulting, but it isss like mud!” “Well, I certainly am flattered,” Sierra said, rubbing the back of her neck. “But I'm just here as a chaperon. You know, to make sure you and Frac don't accidentally hurt each other. And out of professional curiosity, of course. To observe the interaction for science.” “Forget science,” Fracture said, raising one leg and straddling Manalishi. The heat of her loins hit the naga, almost scalding his scales with the sudden intensity. “This is personal now.” Gripping his shoulder in one hand and resting the other behind her for balance, Fracture gyrated her hips, grinding her crotch against Manalishi's underbelly. Quickly, the warmth in her loins was joined by wetness, the sensation alien but not unpleasant to the snake. His tongue picked up its scent, heady and aromatic, stirring something within him. Her sex was like a hot coal against his sensitive underbelly, wherever it was dragged it left a burning, lingering trail of warmth. His body soaked up her radiating heat, turning Fracture's sexual motions into energy, making fuel for the fire that was beginning to burn within him as well. Whatever Fracture was doing, he liked it, and he wanted more. “Aren't you grateful for me, Manalishi?” She said between breaths, smiling to herself in pleasure as she felt the roughness of the snake's scales against her lower lips, the texture exciting her further. “Haven't I done everything I can to help you? To make you feel good?” “Yesss,” he mumbled, enraptured by her dance, six eyes following her rhythmic motions. “And you trust me, right Manalishi? I haven't hurt you, have I?” The naga nodded along, seemingly in a trance. “You make me feel comfortable, Manalishi, I feel safe with you, and I know I do the same for you. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to this. The way you look at me, like I'm the most important thing in the world...” “Asss my primary assset, you technically are,” Manalishi replied, blinking free from his hypnotized fuge. “That'sss what primary meansss.” “Right. Yeah. But you've been in my thoughts more and more. I've wanted you for a long time, wanted you to touch me. To let me touch you, to make you happy. You know what I'm getting at, don't you?” “I think I do,” he said, the tip of his tail curling around itself, tying itself in knots. “And beyond the medical necesssity of it, I think I have wanted thisss too. It isss hard to explain, but ssseeing you happy makesss me happy, and I have wanted to be the sssource of that.” Fracture's cybernetic eyes lit up, shining with a gleeful light as her lips curled into a smile. She leaned back, casting her best sultry glance down towards the enraptured serpent, “So will you fuck me?” She cooed, squirming her thighs excitedly. The naga's eyes widened, his breathing heavy and his tail shaking. Slowly, unsure of his movements, he raised one arm, the hand hovering above Fracture's hips. The elf bit her lip, and nodded at him, moving one hand to brush the hair out of her face, then resting it behind her head, pushing out her chest. Manalishi gripped her waist, gently guiding Fracture's movements, adjusting the speed of her dry-humping, and nodded affirmatively at her, blinking his third eyelids. Fracture grinned, giddy from his response, butterflies rising in her stomach. “How about now,” she said between her increasingly heavy breaths, “now do I look like mud?” “Your aura hasss not changed-but your ssscent, it isss certainly quite sssomething. Your sssacral chakra, your sssexual energy center, however, isss glowing like the sssun. ” “I'll take that as a compliment, sssweetie,” Fracture hissed back, excitement flushing through her chest as Manalishi put another hand on her hips. She put her arms behind his head, gripping his spines like handlebars and leaning down over him, pressing her body against his. She had waited a long time to feel him like this, to have her breasts up against his scales, and a surge of wetness flooded her crotch as she felt his heartbeat. Her face scant centimeters from his, Fracture breathed heavily into his snout, teasing him with the scent he had become fascinated with. The snake looked back up at her with his multiple, wide, faintly glowing eyes, rapt fascination clearly visible in them. Unable to hold back, Fracture kissed the tip of his snout, pressing her soft, wet lips against the cool scales. Sierra bit the tip of her pinky finger, subconsciously rubbing her thighs together as she watched the two. She was being honest when she said she was simply there to observe, but not for any medical reason. It was simple curiosity that bound her, an irresistible desire to see how Fracture and Manalishi's union would play out. And while she initially was content with watching and observing, she was quickly finding that highly unsatisfying. Cupping her breast, she watched Fracture grind on Manalishi, struggling to hold herself back. “You know,” Manalishi said, rubbing the spot Fracture had kissed him, “if you are attempting to physssically aroussse me by rubbing my sssex organs, you are about two metersss too high.” “What?” Fracture said, sitting up and looking at the scales further down his coils. Broken from her indulgent trance, the desire she had felt for months ceased its building, replaced by embarrassment as Fracture realized her lap dance was over a body length off mark. To her, the scales he indicated looked the same as the patch of his belly she was grinding on, and she berated herself for thinking his anatomy analogous to a human's. “Here,” Manalishi replied, rolling his coils upwards until about half of him was on the couch, his upper body resting besides Sierra. “Apologiesss,” he said to the human, struggling to accommodate for his size. “Oh, by all means,” Sierra said, her face alight. “I'm, ah, I'm seeing a lot of improvement on your part. Yeah, lots.” “Good, he may be cured yet. Now, if he can help me take my top off, you're about to see a lot more.” Fracture had inched down the naga, discarding her pants and resting her soaked undergarments on what she was sure was Manalishi's sex this time. Casting a sultry glance over the shoulder, she gave a soft moan, inviting the naga over. There was no hesitation on his part, and he carefully gripped the hem of her shirt, lifting it above her head and exposing the elf's pale flesh. “The bra too big guy, you can do it.” Manalishi paused, eyeing the lace of Fracture's brassiere and trying to understand how to undo it. He grabbed at the latch, fiddling with it, before a frustrated groan from Fracture made him freeze. “Here,” she said, one of her arms rotating one hundred and eighty degrees in its socket so it faced backwards. “Like this.” Resting her hand on his, she guided him, slowly undoing the latch and letting her bra fall, exposing her pert, round breasts. Her nipples stood, the silver studs piercing them giving Manalishi pause. “There isss more metal in you then I realized,” he said, reaching around and gingerly cupping Fracture's bosom, carefully exploring the strange mammalian organs. The elf arched her back in pleasure, shutting her eyes and reaching behind her head to grab his, guiding him closer to her. The naga's claws brushed her nipple, and a shiver went through the elf's body, a gasp escaping her mouth. “Did I hurt you?” Manalishi asked, releasing Fracture's tits and looking concernedly at the elf. “What? No, no that was me enjoying it. Here, grab them again,” she seized his hands and placed them on her breasts, pressing the cool scales against her soft, warm flesh. “Squeeze them; gently first, but don't be afraid to get a little rough. And touch the piercing,” she pushed his thumb against the stud, “yes, just like that, touch it a little bit, tickle it sort of.” Fracture resumed her gyrations with gusto, feverishly dry humping the naga's groin, desperate to turn him on, to make his hemipenis emerge. The naga slowly toyed with her breasts as she did so, at first experimentally and carefully, but as his attentions drew an increasingly lurid response from Fracture he became more aggressive, squeezing down on them and flicking the piercings. Fracture again grabbed his head, shutting her eyes and opening her mouth. Manalishi stared curiously at her, unsure of how to process the behavior. “I want you to kiss me,” she moaned, writhing from his increasingly rough treatment of her breasts. “My venom, have you forgotten?” He said, cocking his head quizzically. “I will not endanger you by placing my mouth on you.” “Your tongue,” Fracture groaned needily, the desire to feel Manalishi's body proving insufficient, making way for a desire to have him inside her. It was as though the months of nursing him back to health had been building up to this, a long, drawn out courtship finally paying off. “Stick your tongue in my mouth, I need it, please.” “Yesss, asss you wisssh. I will do asss you say.” The naga opened his mouth wide, dislocating his jaw and spreading his snaggletoothed maw to its fullest. It looked like he was about to bite down on the elf, saliva dripping on Fracture's naked shoulders. His tongue shot forward, the forked tip licking Fracture's waiting lips. After tweaking his aim, he slid his long, slick tongue in Fracture's mouth. She quickly sucked down on it, fellating the muscle and savoring it's flavor. The sensitive smell receptors on Manalishi's tongue were overwhelmed by the sensation, try as he might to keep up by twisting the organ around, the forked muscle's length filling her mouth and coiling around her own tongue. Still, the warmth, the scent, the motion, and the desire radiating from Fracture had awoken something in him. Some of the otherwise innocuous scales Fracture was rubbing her soaked panties parted, two pink, wet cocks emerging from within. Sierra's already red face grew even brighter, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene playing out only a few feet away from her. She was really doing it, Fracture was really going to fuck Manalishi. One hand slipped beneath her panties, brushing her own dampening loins. She hated to admit it, but she was envious. The naga had admitted he wanted her, thought about mating with her, and that had set her mind ablaze. What would it feel like, she suddenly needed to know, to have the naga inside of her? Could she live up to his fantasies? Would he play them out with Fracture, right within arms reach of her? Resentfully, she shut her eyes, thinking of what the elf was experiencing just a few feet over, trying to put herself in Fracture's place. “Finally,” Fracture said, eyeing the organs, taking one in her hand. She proceeded to squeeze and rub it, jerking off the snake, but paused when Manalishi winced and hissed from her ministrations. “What's wrong? Most of the time this is what gets guys going.” “The-the metal,” he said, pulling his tongue back into his mouth. “It doesss not feel good. Could-could you do sssomething elssse? Pleassse?” “Damn,” Fracure said, looking dejectedly at the pair of cocks. “Well, how's this?” Adjusting her position, she crouched on her hands and knees perpendicular to Manalishi, unknowingly shoving her soaked crotch inches from Sierra, tail laying on her lap. Brushing her hair out of her face, she placed a kiss on the base of Manalishi's cock, causing his whole body to convulse. “Oh, much better,” the naga replied. “How did you know I would like that?” “Chalk it up to experience,” she said, sticking out her tongue and pressing the flat of it against his member. She slowly dragged it up, the organ quickly stiffening while its partner remained flaccid. When she reached the top, she switched to the waiting cock, licking down from tip to base, experimenting with the side of her tongue, the end, the underside, seeing what got the best reaction out of him. The naga thrashed in pleasure, his mouth hanging open in a toothy smile. It thrilled Fracture, seeing the massive, powerful creature so enraptured with her attentions. That with just her tongue, she could make this venomous, muscular monster writhe, make ten meters of flesh her own with just a touch. Again, it was as though months of patience, of training him to be comfortable around people, around her, had reached its natural conclusion. Here was this beast that could swallow her whole, and instead it begged for her to keep sucking its cock. Gone were conceptions of servitude, of fear and taboos; Fracture had finally found a way to make them equal, to subvert the trauma Mitsuhama had inflicted on him, if only for a few hours. They were lovers now, nothing more and nothing less. “Mmmm,” she moaned, keeping the head of his cock between her lips before letting it free with a pop. “When I'm done with you, you'll forget all about Sierra.” Sierra plunged two fingers into her sex, finally letting out a loud moan. She had pulled off her top and pulled down her pants, masturbating as she watched Fracture suck the naga's cocks. How badly she wanted to know how he tasted, how deep he would penetrate her throat. She couldn't suppress the thoughts, any vestiges of professionalism discarded. A great, throaty groan of frustration escaped her mouth as she thought of what it'd be like had the roles been reversed, getting to be the one to sleep with a naga while a jealous, needy and oh so enraptured colleague watched. It was only when she opened her eyes she realized the two had stopped, and were staring at her. “You know, there's room for one more down here,” Fracture cooed, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to Manalishi's cocks. “I don't think the big guy would mind splitting his virginity between us.” “Mmmm,” Sierra groaned, biting her lower lip and looking longingly at the now-erect phalluses, slick with the elf's saliva. “No, no I can't. I-I have to keep up some semblance of-of respectability.” “Sierra, baby,” Fracture said, stretching her legs out so they were practically in Sierra's face, the tight, lean muscle expanding right in front of her. She made especially sure to use her tail to draw the eye along their lengths, up to her ass, which she pushed out to emphasize its form. “You're dripping wet and moaning like a whore. You've already stained the couch. I don't think either of us are going to change our opinions of you if you joined in on the action.” “Fracture isss right,” Manalishi added, his upper body crawling behind Sierra. He placed his hands on her shoulders and the human gave a sharp yelp of surprise, her breathing becoming faster. She mouthed 'oh gods' under her breath as the naga spoke to her, the vibrations of his voice traveling through the length of his body and into her's. “Mating would do nothing to damage the high regard I hold you in. In fact, ssseeing your aura when it isss filled with joy-ssshould I be able to accomplisssh that-would give me a better underssstanding of you.” Sierra whined, looking away from the pair, losing her will to resist. Fracture stood up and whispered something to the snake, who nodded in response. “Besssidesss,” he said, a teasing tone in his sibilant voice, “aren't you curiousss to know what I've wanted to do to you?” “Oh gods, you two, you were made for eachother.” Sierra grabbed Manalishi by the fin, jerked his head down and placed a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek. At the same time, she playfully squeezed Fracture's thigh, eliciting a happy giggle from the other woman. “Alright,” Sierra said, crawling to the other side of Manalishi and taking one of his cocks in her hand. “Maybe just a little, to see how it feels. That's all it is, I just want to know. I'll join in for a bit, but I'm not going to get carried away with this.” *** “I can't believe I'm doing this,” Sierra said, gripping Fracture's reinforced black shoulders for support. She squatted above Manalishi's erect cocks, facing away from him and looking down with anticipation. Fracture sat opposite her, hungrily, jealously watching as Sierra positioned herself. “You haven't had two in you before, have you?” Fracture asked, rubbing her red, dripping sex with one hand. With the other, she squeezed the contents of a bottle of lube between Sierra's ass cheeks, rubbing the cool gel against her anus. The cold liquid and metal caused the girl to squirm uncomfortably, the anticipation of what was coming amplifying her response. “I've had anal before,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Manalishi. “Maybe once in a blue moon with-with someone. But not anything like this, not both at once!” “It's gonna hurt a bit at first,” Fracture said teasingly, her tail curling around Sierra's heel. “And it's going to leave you sore. Hell, I'm not sure a frumpy bookworm like you is cut out for it.” “No, I-ah, god they're big-I want to try this. When else will I have an opportunity to try this out?” “Give yourself some credit,” Fracture said, “I could take you clubbing. You're young, hot, smart; you'd have your choice of guys willing to fight each other over your number.” “Don't tempt me,” Sierra groaned, pulling Fracture in for a kiss, their cum-stained lips locking as Sierra gently lowered herself onto Manalishi's cocks. Fracture roughly grabbed one of Sierra's breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft, tan flesh between her powerful fingers. The lower of Manalishi's rods parted the lips to Sierra's entrance. While initially she had been tight, squeezing down on him like a vice, every inch of his cock a struggle to fit in, after numerous penetrations, batterings and one ejaculation, he now slid in easily. The women's lips parted, Sierra panting as drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her knees wobbled, slowly easing herself down the cock, its partner's tip pressing against the tight entrance to her anus. “Alright, Frac, I'm doing it. Here I-” She shut her eyes and bit her lip, throwing her head back and sinking the extra inch, letting the tip of the snake's penis push through the clinging ring of her rectum. “Oh gods, it's too much,” she moaned, her legs twitching spasticly. Still, she inched her way further down, sharp protests of pain intermingled with low moans of pleasure. “Your anusss isss extremely tight,” Manalishi grunted, twitching his coils in response to the tight, wet heat of her holes. The cock in her vagina was deeper, squeezed and massaged by the wet flesh within. He could feel his other member pressing in further, stretching Sierra's tight ass wider by the second. It clung to him like a vice, almost sucking him in, it becoming easier to push in then to pull out. The twin rods pressed against each other, throbbing and pulsing in concert. Every second Sierra's ass was getting looser, accommodating more and more of his ass, and her reactions were becoming louder, lewder, more and more unrestrained. “I trussst thisss isss sssanitary, Doctor?” Fracture pressed her chest against Sierra, her pert, tight breasts rubbing against the human's. She reached around and grabbed her ass, spreading it wider to allow for deeper, easier penetration as she cooed at and teased Sierra. “You like it, don't you? Fucking a naga, letting him in all your holes? I saw how you looked at me when I was getting him off, how jealous you were. You wanted him too, didn't you? You want his cocks, his cum?” “Yes,” Sierra groaned, running a hand through Fracture's hair and pressing the elf's mouth against her neck. She had bottomed out, the two pink rods hilted in her deepest loins, the heat and pressure of their combined penetrations overwhelming her. Fracture took the hint and kissed the nape of her neck, teasing the skin between her teeth. Manalishi pulled back his coils, the two cocks sliding out of Sierra, lining up for another thrust. Their absence created a void in Sierra, a sudden emptiness that longed to be filled, craved it, demanded that its needs be satiated. She was about to protest, to beg for Manalishi to push his amazing phalluses back into her, when he undulated his coils, driving them back in. She screamed, the pain of his sudden intrusion sharp and hot, but tempered by the wave of burning, sticky pleasure that washed over her, causing her legs to give out from under her. Before she had a chance to react, the naga had pulled out, and thrust in again with a wet smack, the tight ring of her anus desperately clinging to his rod, doing its best to keep it lodged inside her. Her vagina clenched tightly at the serpent's tool, squeezing it and holding it, coaxing further pleasures from the invading organ. Sierra fell against Fracture, grabbing the woman's metallic shoulders and breathing hot, wet breaths of pleasure against her. “Too much for you, doctor?” Fracture said, one hand squeezing in between their sweaty bodies to toy with her own wet, dripping sex. Sitting atop the bucking naga, the scales of his underbelly rubbing and writhing against her entrance, the warm, lewdly moaning Sierra grabbing and scratching at her body for purchase, Fracture felt almost overcome by the ecstasy of the situation. Her tail coiled around the Naga's body, pulling him closer to her as a metallic finger rapidly rubbed her clitoris. Thick rivulets of vaginal fluid dripped from her, running down the Naga's scales. Watching Sierra take both of the snake's cocks had set her mind ablaze, lurid thoughts spilling forth from her imagination. Her drenched sex gushed at the images she conjured, combined with those playing out in front of her. Every moan and gasp from Sierra, every wet slap of flesh-on-scales drove her higher, her body and mind becoming consumed by pleasure. “Or do you want more?” Sierra bucked, gasping in response to each of Manalishi's thrusts. Her voice was deep, coming up from her diaphragm in an expression of need. Each time his twin rods slammed into her, an accompanying wave hot, wet pleasure coursed through her body, building up inside her and rapidly approaching a breaking point. “More, yes more,” Sierra said between breaths, “Manalishi, please, I need it. Harder, split me open, make me cum.” The snake hissed in response, intensifying his assault on her gaping holes. His upper cock began to twitch, globs of precum emptying into Sierra's ass, the warmth of his ejaculations triggering small spasms in her lower body. He grabbed her hips, guiding her movements and slamming her down roughly against his underbelly. Sierra cried out in pain, but her protests were quickly turned to grunts of encouragement, squeezing down as tight as she could on the invading members. It was better than she could have ever imagined; the combined intensity of Manalishi's cocks, his animal intensity, the presence of Fracture's wet, sticky body. While curiosity had spurred her into joining this union, now simple physical desire spurred her forward, wanting only to have her needs fulfilled. Manalishi's cock spasmed, emptying its load into Sierra's rear, burning hot semen splattering her colon. “I'm cumming!” Sierra shouted, the sensation of the snake's orgasm springing her own. Her vagina squeezed on his other cock, hard. Sierra arced her head back, throwing her head back and mouthing “Yes!” The waves of pleasure emanating from her crotch overcame her, overcoming every sense and instinct, completely submerging her in pleasure. Sierra slid off Manalishi's cocks, the two coming free with a loud pop. A trail of semen leaked from her ass, pooling on the naga's belly. “Fracture,” the naga said, “I apologize for neglecting you. I, ah, got caught up in thingsss.” Fracture bit her lip and looked at the recovering Sierra, a look of utter bliss on her face. “Don't sweat it, I think she needed that just as much as you did.” She casually pushed Sierra aside, a half-hearted moan of protest her only response, and squatted in front of Manalishi's cocks. “I see you saved one more for me. Can I have it?” “I would be happy to mate with you again, Fracture, but I fear I am clossse to my own orgasssm, it would not lassst long.” “Thats ok,” she replied, leaning in and pressing her tits together with her upper arms. “I want it on my face. I want it all over me.” She traced a metal finger up the underside of the naga's organ, watching him wince from the cold metal. He didn't like it, but Fracture could tell he was so close to releasing that he wouldn't protest. Gently encircling it with her hand, she pumped Manalishi's dick, looking up at him with wide, ecstatic eyes. The tremors that ran through his body when he came in Sierra, the tight bunches of muscle constricting on themselves and forcing his hot seed up and out, had stimulated her pussy far more than she had expected. Combined with her own dexterous ministrations, the elf had found herself cumming from the combined stimulation of Manalishi's underbelly, Sierra's lewd embrace and her own fingers. The hand she was jerking him off with was coated in her own sexual fluids, their presence easing the roughness of metal-on-flesh. She craved his seed, wanted it splattered across her body like a medal of honor, an acknowledgment of her hard work and sexual prowess. Sure, the world at large would never see her cum-covered visage, but she would carry the memory of wearing that lurid badge whenever she thought of the naga. And as she thought of his hot seed dripping down her face, she felt the telltale twitches in his cock, saw his lower body begin to contort and spasm, feeling the semen begin to force its way towards her. Without further warning, his lower cock came, ejaculating thick, ropy strands of semen across Fracture's face and upper body. Some splattered against her breasts, some landed in her open mouth, pooling on her tongue. After a few spurts, Fracture pointed the still-firing cock at Sierra's prone form, a few last shots landing across her ass cheeks and lower back. Fracture rolled to the side and collapsed in a heap, breathing rapidly and grinning to herself. She was a mess, covered in hot reptile ejaculate, sweat and her own fluids. Sierra lay prone on the other side of the naga, slowly coming down from her orgasm and rubbing her sore rear. The naga's multiple eyes flitted between the two women, his mouth agape and begging for air. “That was great, Manalishi,” she said, licking her fingers and tasting the salty semen that coated it. “Not just for a first time; I don't think I've had that much fun in one night since college.” “Mmmm,” replied Sierra, nodding her head dreamily. “Thank you,” he said, placing one hand on Fracture's shoulder, the other on Sierra's ankle. “I would hope, if I am not being presssumptuousss, that we could do thisss again sssome time, even after I am cured.” “Oh, right,” Fracture said, sitting up and looking at Sierra. “His squamatic sexual hypertension. Is that it, or will he need, you know, multiple treatments?” “Squamatic what? Oh. Right, that. Fracture be serious, you didn't think that was a real condition, did you?” Fracture's eyes went wide, her prosthetic limbs digging into the floor as she clenched her fists. “What did you say?” “Come on Frac, you're smarter than that. Sexual hypertension? Atrophy of the testes? I made it all up.” “You lied to me? Why you no good-” “Frac, Frac, please.” Sierra rolled upright with a pained groan, rubbing her butt as she looked across the snake at Fracture. “I had good intentions. A blind man could see the sexual tension between you two, I just thought it'd be kind to give things a little push. Besides, didn't you say yourself you'd wanted this for a long time?” “Well, yes, but come on. You didn't have to pitch it like that, that was just dirty.” Sierra shrugged, looking down luridly at the confused snake. “I don't know Frac, it seems everything turned out all right in the end. No hard feelings?” Fracture blinked her cybernetic eyes, glaring at the smug Latina. “Yeah, no hard feelings. Oh, there's something I forgot to tell you as well!” Sierra looked quizzically at Fracture, cocking her head to one side. “It seems I forgot to turn off the recording unit in my eyes, that whole thing got saved to my commlink.” Fracture folded her arms, glaring triumphantly at Sierra. “Just so we stay on good terms, of course, I wont do anything with the recordings, understood?” Manalishi ran his hands down his face. He certainly did not understand a thing.