CHAPTER#102

"How much of you is a snake?" Mike asked, his chattering finally under control.

"My waist down. Why?"

"Just curious. Can it be any combination? Human head, snake body? Snake head, human body?"

Ratu laughed at the last one. "I suppose. Naga don't spend a ton of time experimenting with transformations that serve no purpose."

"So why not all snake? You could have wrapped yourself all around me, warmed up even faster."

"I could have. To be honest though, it felt really good to be held by somebody else. I've been on my own down here for years, but before I came here, I was always alone."

"Why?"

"All sorts of reasons." Ratu rubbed her face against his chest, her long hair brushing against his sides. "It made me think of happier times is all."

"Uh..." His body finally warmed up, Mike began to experience a rush of blood somewhere else. "Yeah, I get that."

"Asterion is nice enough, but not very good company. And those damn fairies drove me nuts." Shifting coils around his legs felt like giant hands massaging him, causing his cock to twitch beneath his underwear. She raised her head, her eyes meeting his. "I don't know if we'll survive this, but even if we don't, you saved my soul from Baba Yaga. That's a pretty big deal."

"Not really. I mean, I think you would have done the same for me. You did do the same for me. You dragged me out the exit."

"Only because I needed you to destroy the artifact. An act of survival on my part. You took a big risk for my sake, and now I owe you."

Mike chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I just did the right thing."

"Interesting." Ratu moved her face closer to his. "You are an interesting man, Mike Radley."

Mike opened his mouth to respond, but Ratu's lips found his. Her tongue slid along his upper lip, and he realized that it was forked. Surprised, he jerked his head back, breaking the kiss.

"But... why?"

"I might die down here with you, and that's your only question?" Ratu grabbed his face with her hands. "Consider this the start of a debt repaid."

Mike tried to protest, but her mouth found his again, a kiss that tasted of green tea. He kissed her back, his fingers running gently across her shoulder blades and down her back. By her waist, he could feel her skin transition completely to slightly bumpy scales.He traced them with his fingers, marveling at how smooth they were.

"Do you like how they feel?" She asked, breaking their kiss.

"I really do," he replied. "They feel soft and strong at the same time."

"You'll find that most women are that way." He could feel her fingers sliding down his stomach, teasing his waistline. Her coils loosened, allowing her hand to finish its journey, gripping his hardening cock. "Oh wow, you're huge!"

"You're being generous," he said.

"No. I've taken many lovers." She stroked him with a firm grip. "Was it this big before the soul swap?"

"Yeah. It hasn't gotten any bigger."

"Amazing. I have to see it." She slid out of view, and he could only see her form beneath the fabric of the kimono. As she shifted, she kept letting in cold air, so Mike took his hands off of her to hold the fabric in place.

"Can you even see it in there?" Mike asked.

"We don't always see with our eyes," she replied, with a sudden emphasis on her ess sounds. Her mouth was warm against his flesh, but he suddenly realized it wasn't her mouth he was feeling. Her tongue had wrapped itself around his cock like a gigantic ribbon, squeezing him like a set of hands trying to wring him dry. He groaned, his hands clenching the kimono tightly.

"I'm thurprithed," Ratu mumbled. "Motht men don lath thith long."

"Well, I'm not most men," Mike replied. "I uh, also had sex earlier."

Ratu made a noise. When Mike didn't respond, she repeated it. He realized she was asking 'when?'.

"Before we got here," was all he said. He didn't feel the need to tell her with who or how many times. Fighting back a grin, it occurred to him how his world had shifted. A month ago, he may have sex a couple times a month if he had a girlfriend who pestered him about it. The prospect of intimacy had terrified him.

Now? Now he was having sex multiple times a day with multiple partners. It wasn't something he did out of pride or lust. It was simply the relationship he had with the others. His view of sex had gone from something absolutely terrifying to something fun and exciting. It was a way to bond with the women of the house, something that all of them enjoyed in their own way. He knew he owed quite a bit of his current mentality to the nymph soul stitched onto his, but it also occurred to him that he had found something that made him profoundly happy. It was as though a part of his life had been missing, and he was suddenly free to explore it.

He moaned, giving himself over to Ratu's magnificent blowjob. The pulsing sensation had shifted, and he couldn't tell what she was doing. Lifting the fabric, there wasn't enough light to see by. He pulled the goggles down off his forehead, discovering that one of the many lenses allowed him to see that Ratu had unhinged her jaw and was sucking the entire length of his cock into her mouth, still wrapped up in her tongue.

"Oh shit!" Hearing Mike, Ratu winked at him, and slid her mouth even farther. Her throat was bulging with the effort, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Below his waist, he could see that she had wrapped him up completely with her lower body.

She gargled something at him, her whole head bobbing up and down. Mike let go of the kimono, staring at the icy ceiling above them. His body temperature had climbed enough that he was finally getting warm again, and Ratu was examining every square inch of his cock with her tongue. He felt the pressure build in his cock, but sent it away with a thought. He was in no hurry to finish.