Page 8 of Serpents of the Night

Kehtal rolled his shoulders and stretched his wings, working out the tightness as he returned to their quarters at Daskh’s side. His nest brother had filled him in on the details of what had transpired, and his stomach was in knots because of it. While he had known that there had been an unfortunate encounter with Vekatha, he had never imagined that she would come at his nest brother with such accusations. With the queen matriarch’s heir gone, it was clear that Vekatha was trying to capitalize on the situation, and the Aglatha’s ruler was willing to go with it so long as she accomplished what she ultimately desired.

“How is Lori taking it?” he asked, casting a curious glance toward his nest brother.

Daskh’s ears flicked as he regarded the corridor ahead of them. “You know how our hithana is. She is angry and worried but refuses to show it. She would rather bury it inside where it can fester and sicken her spirit than show weakness in the face of this new adversity.”

“Naturally,” Kehtal agreed and sighed. “I take it that Slengral is with her?”

“I thought it for the best to give them a moment of privacy after all that was revealed... as much as one can have with a nestling.”

Kehtal nodded and adjusted the weight of the wrapped meat on his shoulder. “I suspect that they both needed to reaffirm their connection. The accusation is not an easy one to hear. They had told Lori and Daskh that Vekatha had attacked Slengral but had not provided any additional details. That Vekatha was claiming that the male not only viciously attacked her but bred with her when his heart was already claimed by his mate was the most unpleasant and unexpected of lies. Nor had they told that it was he who had struck Vekatha. Slengral had kept that secret in order to keep Kehtal safe.

He growled unhappily. He should have stayed within the colony and in his nest with his family rather than allowing the stress of being within the medical unit so frequently to get to him. Hunting had been a relief, but now he felt as if he had abandoned his nest brother and his mate to the devices of the hashara and the Aglatha shinara she represented. Especially when Kehtal was solely responsible for all evidence of violence that Vekatha would have to present to the council. He had struck her to save his friend and now it was compounding in a bizarre and unexpected direction.

“I should have been present for the hashara’s interrogation,” he hissed.

Daskh glanced over at him from the corner of his eye. “Why? Even with the two of us there, we were impotent against the authority of the hashara. You would have only suffered the same frustration that we were subjected to... our presence all but ignored except when it was convenient for the hashara to acknowledge us, and still powerless even when we were allowed to speak.”

Kehtal inclined his head, his gavo twitching. “I dislike being so powerless in this, but it is worse knowing that I was not even there to provide our mate with what comfort I could.”

His nest brother snapped his gavo sympathetically. “I understand. I feel this way too, and I was right there beside her.” Daskh clapped his shoulder. “You were doing something productive, brother, and tonight, we will have the pleasure of feeding our mate well because of it.”

Kehtal made a sound of agreement and his wings trembled faintly with excitement as they finally approached the entrance to their nest. He pressed his hand to the keypad and was gratified when the door immediately registered his identity and swept open for him. He never tired of seeing it, nor did his appreciation for the piece of human technology ever wane through its repeated use.

Although many of the Seshanamitesh were still trying to adjust to the layout of the human dwellings within the colony—many of them feeling it was all too close for comfort—Kehtal rather liked it. Each nest was stacked together in a way that was not unfamiliar to his memories of the shinara in which the females’ nests would be carved into the cavern’s side rising up for some distance toward the top of the cavern. And yet these were even better in his opinion, as they offered far more privacy, with each level separated by a floor necessary for their unwinged mates and allies, and each individual nest closed off completely rather than having a long entrance tunnel and screens that the females made to serve as barrier. Although he could clearly see the doors of other nests lining the corridor, he felt safe and secure with his mate, knowing no one else would be able to access their dwelling. The idea of returning to the shinara with their mate made his gavo twitch with discomfort.

In the shinara, their mate would be vulnerable and exposed in ways that Seshanamitesh females were not due to their greater size and natural defenses. He thanked Higthar, the dark consort of mother Shangla, that there were three of them mated to their little human who would be there to protect her. He sighed as the scent of his mate and nest brother filled his nose as he entered, the sweet mixture immediately enticing him and causing his sant to swell and press urgently against his slit. Gliding into the large common room he was at once entranced by the sight of Slengral’s large form pressed against Lori’s much smaller bare body, his tail coiled around her even as his extruded sant slid against her, painting her skin with his faintly luminous precum. The sight was erotic even as it reminded him of just how small their mate was compared to even the males of their species. Daskh groaned at his side with a hissing sigh before moving to the left and leaving the entryway.

Though he trembled with desire, Kehtal managed to tear his gaze away as he followed Daskh into the food preparation area. The male smirked over at him as he slid the meat he carried into the large cooling unit that emerged from the wall and reached out for Kehtal’s burden. He relinquished it gratefully, his eyes pinning his nest brother curiously.

“Are you so little affected?”

Daskh chuffed with amusement. “Not in the least, but feeding our mate is just as important, so I must keep that in mind. I have no problem letting Slengral enjoy preparing her for us while we store the harvest of the hunt. We will be joining them soon enough.”

Kehtal made a sound of agreement. Not for the first time in their long friendship, he was glad that Daskh was the solid counterpart to his own flightiness. It was not that he would have allowed his mate to grow hungry, but his impetuousness would have probably resulted in the loss of some of the good meat if it was not stored quickly enough. He sighed impatiently but went to the water source.

“Water: on. Temperature: warm,” he instructed it.

Although the concept of warm temperature was a shade cool for Seshanamitesh, it was still pleasant enough to happily submerge his hands beneath as the raised metal spigot released a heavy stream. Another delight of human technology. The shinara had water heating devices but it was not so effortless. Humming his pleasure, he made quick work of washing his arms and torso before quickly washing with more care around his genital slit with the warm cloth that was immediately provided from the slot beside the water receptacle. Daskh pushed in at his side, the warmth of his wing pressing against his own as he likewise cleansed himself. Kehtal left him to finish his ablutions in peace as he eagerly made for the common room once more.

Slengral’s red eyes lifted at his sudden appearance and the front horns of the male’s gavo lifted faintly. It was an instinctual dominance display that would have sent Kehtal hurrying away not too long ago. He knew that Slengral loved and accepted them as nest brothers—but he also knew that the male struggled with his instinctive territorial dominance. The male’s song had not stopped, which was a good sign. The scent of their mate’s mating pheromones and his nest brother’s song made his primary sant eagerly spill forward from his slit. He shuddered with relief and pleasure at the sensation.

Slengral’s gavo rose a little higher in reaction, but Kehtal merely waited patiently and palmed his extruding primary sant, his fingers applying subtle pressure to the cluster of heads at its tip. Slengral’s eyes drifted down to it and back to his face. His gavo vibrated briefly and finally lowered as their mate moaned, drawing their attention back to her as she undulated against him. Slengral’s tail moved, sweeping aside in invitation, and Kehtal did not hesitate to act on it. Streaking across the floor, he entwined his tail with Slengral’s as he pressed against Lori and dragged his tongues worshipfully across her chest.

The pheromone-rich taste of her was practically drugging and Slengral’s mating song rose higher, pulsing around him as his own song rose in his throat and his body pressed further against hers in silent request, as the urgency of his need pressed against him. Lori made a sound of pleasure, and her human legs parted in invitation, the softness of her inner thigh welcoming him as assuredly as the damp heat of her pink sex glistening with desire. Kehtal hissed at the overwhelming scent. Gripping her haunches in his hands, he lifted her weeping vent up to meet his hungry tongues. They slid over her sex and into her, gliding over the musky-sweet surface and driving into her all at once. Their mate’s hips shot up with a sharp cry of pleasure, but he held her in place, consuming the nectar that dripped so plentifully from her. Her cries grew louder as her sex rippled and squeezed the one tongue buried inside her and she gave up a fresh stream of her sweet flavor.

Kehtal growled in pleasure, but Slengral’s tail suddenly tightened around his own and the male made an impatient sound, drawing his attention to his nest brother’s weeping sant. Ah... yes. It seemed he had become a little carried away and forgotten that his brother was patiently waiting.

With deliberate movement, Kehtal lowered their female’s bottom and watched as his sex slid between the puffy outer lips that otherwise shielded her sex when she was not held open for them. He moved his hips, passing his sant repeatedly through her slick, his humming growing into a more rapturous song as he shivered with the pleasure of her sweet heat sliding over him. Finally, he found the notch within her slit that gave him access to her vent’s tight hold and pressed forward. He moaned, his tail and wings moving at the exquisite sensation. He was glad to have Slengral anchoring both him and Lori. While the male held her back snugly against his chest, his tail pinned Kehtal’s mercilessly as he plunged in and out of her wet, grasping heat.

He moaned at the sensation, his hum thrumming with his urgency, and Lori’s cries filled his ears as her sex pulsed and squeezed around him. Her sweet release delivered another intoxicating blast of pheromones as she trembled beneath him, and a fresh flow of arousal drenched his sant and pelvis. He leaned into her blissfully, the weight of his shoulder supported by Slengral’s wing pillowed between them as he thrust with growing abandon, shuttling his sant in and out of her constricting channel, as his secondary sant slipped from its sheath and dragged against her thigh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He trembled with the tingle that ran over his scales with his rising seed as he rocked against her, his wings fanning and widening.

His pelvis jerked and he hissed in shock as he suddenly felt the heat and the slick glide of the multiple heads tipping another sant as it brushed against the base of his sex. He froze, his shaft twitching as Slengral moaned loudly, his primary sant throbbing urgently with its impending load as it pushed in, pressing hard against Kehtal’s sex within the tight confines of their mate’s sheath. Kehtal’s gavo flared uncertainly, and he panted with the sudden desperation that filled him as his own sant became increasingly encouraged with his rapidly rising release. This did not seem correct. They had always taken turns before, and yet he could not deny the effect it was having on him—on all of them.

Slengral’s tail tightened around his own as he pressed even closer, his tail tipping as their sant aligned and pressed even firmer together so that the erotic glide could be felt from root to tip. Kehtal shook with pleasure, and his sant jumped and pulsed, releasing a heavy spray of precum as Slengral rocked with a snarl of approval. Between them, Lori whined low in her throat, but her vent squeezed rhythmically, releasing more fragrant nectar as she gushed her pleasure at the dual invasion. Unable to keep still any longer against the sensation of Slengral’s sant gliding back and forth against his own, he surrendered to his desire and began to thrust eagerly, his sant slamming into their mate as Slengral’s pace also quickened, providing additional friction that drove him wild. They panted and writhed together, their tails slapping and entwining as they joined with their mate, providing pleasurable friction to their extruded minor sants low on their tails, spurring on their pleasure. Lori came again and again, her intoxicating, little human vent squeezing rapturously with her cries.

His wings shook as he felt his seed rise in an incredible pressure that released from the base of his spine. Snapping his wings repeatedly to fuel his thrusts, he filled his mate with his gift, becoming even further gratified and his own orgasm prolonging as Slengral snarled, his own sants spewing streams of seed along with Kehtal’s. His sants were still jerking with the last of his release when Daskh lifted their mate from between them, their dripping phalluses pulling free from her body with a loud, wet sound that stirred his blood anew. His seed splattered over his scales with thick streams and drops of Slengral’s load. There was something erotic about that intimate sharing of pheromones as the other male’s release painted him with his nest brother’s scent even stronger than ever before. He panted as he leaned onto Slengral’s side.

The male’s velvety wing closed around him supportively as Kehtal’s eyes followed their nest brother’s movement as the large male lined himself up and thrust deep into Lori’s welcoming body. Her cries were renewed with the efforts of her third amorous mate as his song washed over all of them. Kehtal felt the spark of desire come to life within him again as he watched their fevered mating. Daskh always preferred to be last so that her body could be prepared for his larger size, but it never failed to arouse them further and set off another round of mating. It was difficult not to be stimulated by the sight of the larger male breeding their little human’s soft vent. Although Daksh tried to be gentle, his thick sant pushed into her with a rapidly mounting need that Kehtal understood. The male curled around her as he rocked, pounding his sant into her gushing sex. It was not lost upon Kehtal that she accepted him even more readily this time than ever before. His sant jumped with excitement, thinking that maybe there would be future opportunities to mate with her in such a way again.

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