The Great Fusion Wave: Merged with his Cock

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A couple merges into a futa with the woman as their cock, then meets up with a friend who had merged with their snake, becoming a dual-cock futa snake hybrid, with a sexy encounter resulting.
Note that I used AI to assist in writing.

The Great Fusion Wave

The whole world was thrown into chaos when the Great Fusion Wave hit.
According to experts, the inexplicable phenomenon had originated at a single point in the ocean off the coast of Japan, and had spread to the rest of the world within a single week.

Heralded by red skies and a wave of heat, the Fusion Wave caused no deaths, no destruction, but left the world irreparably changed. People, objects and even locations caught in the wave were broken down and permanently fused together in strange and unpredictable ways. Some cities reported that less than 1% of their population had been effected by the wave, but others boasted numbers as high as 50% or more.
Scientists even spoke of abstract concepts being fused or combined in ways previously thought impossible.

It was impossible to predict how two people might be combined. Some people were blended together neatly, becoming a single human being with a mix of traits of their two original selves. Most people were scrambled in a much more chaotic and uneven manner. Under the effects of the Fusion Wave, you might find yourself reduced to a second head mounted on someone else's shoulders, or even on their back or stomach. You might simply find your lower body replaced with that of someone else, or perhaps replaced with their upper body. There seemed to be countless variations of this scrambling, some as minor as an additional eye in an unusual place, and some so severe they resulted in bizarrely conjoined and rearranged life forms that barely resembled humans at all.
There were even rumors of people who got combined with objects, animals and even locations.

The effects on the fused humans' minds also varied greatly. Some found their minds and identities blended together, others maintained their individuality and gained joint control of their fused body. Sometimes, one identity was more dominant that the other, or exercised more control over the body. It was not unheard of for the two individual identities to eventually combine or reach an understanding, or for one to eventually totally override the other.

Society was of course greatly effected. Doomsday cults and conspiracy theories sprung up everywhere. New legal institutions were established to deal with complicated issues such as identification, custody and private property, which had become considerably more complicated in the wake of the Fusion Wave. Government-funded therapists and psychologists became an important part of life after the wave. Cosmetic surgeons also saw a massive surge in popularity, offering to help fused people achieve an appearance that makes them feel more comfortable in their new bodies.

Who are you? And how has the Great Fusion Wave changed your life?

*Merged with his cock

Merged with his cock

The night the Great Fusion Wave hit, Sophie and Ryan were tangled in the heat of their usual passion. The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a candle on the dresser, casting soft shadows over their naked bodies. Sophie knelt between Ryan’s thighs, her full, heavy breasts pressed tight around his throbbing cock. She’d been teasing him for nearly an hour, sliding her slick, spit-soaked tits up and down his shaft, her nipples hard and grazing his skin with every slow, deliberate stroke. Ryan groaned, his head tipped back against the pillow, hands gripping the sheets as his hips bucked slightly, chasing the wet friction. His cock, already thick and rigid at eight inches, pulsed between her cleavage, the tip glistening with pre-cum that smeared across her chest. Sophie grinned up at him, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief as she squeezed her breasts tighter, coaxing a low, guttural moan from his throat.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re killing me,” Ryan rasped, his voice thick with lust. His fingers twitched, itching to grab her head and guide her mouth down, but she loved this game—drawing it out, making him beg.

“Just wait,” she purred, her tongue flicking out to lap at the bead of pre-cum on his tip. “I’m gonna make you explode.” Her lips brushed his cockhead, soft and warm, before she slid her tits down again, enveloping him completely.

That’s when the world changed.

It started with a low rumble, like distant thunder, but it grew fast—too fast. The air turned hot, thick, and the sky outside their window blazed red, a violent glow bleeding through the curtains. Ryan’s eyes snapped open, confusion cutting through his haze of arousal. “What the hell—” he started, but then the heat hit them, a wave of it, searing yet painless, washing over their bodies like liquid fire. Sophie gasped, her hands freezing mid-motion, her breasts still clamped around his cock. The sensation wasn’t burning—it was something else, something alive, sinking into their skin, their bones, their very flesh.

“Ryan!” Sophie yelped, her voice sharp with panic. She tried to pull back, but her hands wouldn’t move—they couldn’t. Her fingers, pressed against the sides of her tits, began to sink into her own skin, melting like wax into her chest. Ryan’s cock throbbed harder, unnaturally so, and he felt it—an impossible tugging, a stretching that wasn’t just arousal. His shaft was growing, lengthening, but not in any way he’d ever imagined. He looked down, eyes wide, and saw Sophie’s breasts flattening, spreading, merging into his groin. Her nipples vanished, her skin rippling as it fused with his, a seamless blend of her tan and his paler tone creeping up his cock.

“Sophie, what’s happening—oh fuck!” Ryan’s voice broke as his cock surged forward, doubling in length in seconds, thickening until it was a monstrous, veiny eighteen inches. But it wasn’t just his cock anymore. Sophie’s torso was there, rising from his base, her ribcage narrowing into his shaft, her arms melting away into nothing. Her breasts, still large and round, jutted proudly from the veiny column of flesh that was now her body, scaled perfectly to her new 18-inch height. Her head tipped back, her hair dissolving into smooth, taut skin, and her face—God, her face—shifted. Her hazel eyes blinked, wide with shock, but her forehead smoothed, her features softening into a hybrid of her own delicate beauty and the flared, sensitive glans of a penis. Her mouth stretched slightly, becoming the slit at the tip, yet it was still Sophie’s mouth, pink and wet, opening to gasp as the transformation finished.

Ryan’s lower body twisted next. His hips cracked, widening, softening into a feminine curve. His thighs thickened, his legs reshaping into Sophie’s slender, toned ones, her pussy blooming between them—wet, pink, and pulsing—where his balls had been moments before. But at the top of her slit, where her clit should’ve been, was his cock—Sophie—rising proud and rigid. He could feel it all: the weight of her pussy lips, the softness of her ass, the tingling stretch of his Sophie-cock. And Sophie? She screamed, her voice echoing from that urethra-mouth, “Ryan! I’m—I’m your cock!”

He stared, panting, his mind reeling. He could feel her—every inch of her 18-inch length, every twitch of her torso, every jiggle of her tits as she trembled. She could feel him too, his heartbeat pounding through her, his arousal flooding her senses. “Sophie, I—I can feel you,” he stammered, his hands hovering over his new lower half. He brushed his fingers against her pussy—his pussy now—and a jolt of pleasure shot through him, mirrored by a throb in his Sophie-cock. She moaned, her head tilting, her mouth parting to reveal a glistening bead of pre-cum.

“Ryan, it’s so intense,” she whimpered, her voice shaky but unmistakably hers. “I can’t move anything but… me. I’m stuck like this.” She flexed, and he felt his cock—her—twitch, a wave of heat rushing through her length. “Oh God, it feels good.”

Ryan’s hands explored, tentative at first. He cupped his new feminine ass, marveling at its plush firmness, then slid a finger along Sophie’s pussy lips, gasping as the wetness coated his skin. His Sophie-cock pulsed, drooling pre-cum from her mouth, and she shivered. “Ryan, touch me,” she begged, her tone desperate. “I need it.”

He hesitated, then leaned forward, momentarily shocked as his spine curled easily, revealing a new hyper-flexibility. His lips brushed the tip of her head—his cockhead—and she gasped, her mouth trembling. “Yes, yes, please,” she whispered. He kissed her, tasting the salt of his own pre-cum on her lips, then parted his mouth and took her in. Her glans-head slid past his tongue, warm and smooth, her shaft filling his mouth as he sucked. Her tits pressed against his chin, soft and heavy, and she moaned louder, her voice vibrating through his throat. “Fuck, Ryan, I can feel it—everything!”

He bobbed his head, working her length, his tongue swirling around her veiny torso, tracing the contours of her merged flesh. Her pre-cum flowed freely now, thick and hot, coating his mouth as he sucked harder. She writhed—not physically, but he felt it in her pulsing, her tightening, her desperate cries of “More, more!” His own pussy clenched, dripping wet between his thighs, and he realized he was pleasuring himself through her. The dual sensations—his mouth on her, her pleasure feeding back to him—built fast, a coiling heat in his core.

“Ryan, I’m gonna—” Sophie’s voice cut off in a scream as she came, her mouth-urethra erupting. Thick ropes of cum shot down his throat, salty and warm, and he swallowed, gagging slightly but too lost in the moment to care. His pussy spasmed, a sharp, wet orgasm ripping through him, soaking the sheets beneath his feminine ass. Sophie shuddered, her length softening slightly, shrinking to eight inches as she “slept,” her face going slack, her mouth closing.

Ryan collapsed back, breathless, staring at his Sophie-cock—now flaccid, dangling between his thighs, her tits rising and falling with his own panting breaths. “Holy shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “We’re… we’re this now.”

Sophie’s voice was faint, sleepy. “Yeah… and I think I like it.”

*A friend joins them

A friend joins them

The days following the Great Fusion Wave were a blur of discovery for Ryan and Sophie. The world outside their apartment buzzed with chaos—news reports of cities half-transformed, people fused with animals, objects, even buildings—but inside, their focus was singular: their new, merged body. Ryan woke each morning to the now-familiar sensation of Sophie stirring, her 18-inch length hardening into morning wood, her glans-head blinking awake as her hazel eyes fluttered open. “Good morning,” she’d murmur, her voice husky from her urethra-mouth, and Ryan would groan, already feeling the heat pooling in his feminine pelvis, his pussy—Sophie’s pussy—growing slick between his soft thighs.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re relentless,” he’d mutter, rolling onto his side to glance down at her. She grinned, her mouth parting slightly to reveal a bead of pre-cum, her tits jiggling faintly as she pulsed with his heartbeat. Her veiny torso gleamed in the morning light, a seamless meld of his cock’s base into her flesh, her skin taut and warm. She was beautiful in a way he couldn’t have imagined—grotesque yet intoxicating, a living extension of his own lust.

“I can’t help it,” she teased, flexing herself so her length bobbed. “You feel so good all the time. Touch me, Ryan.” It was a request she made often, and he couldn’t resist. He’d sit up, his feminine legs spreading naturally, and run his hands over his new body—squeezing his plush ass, tracing the curve of his hips, brushing the wet folds of his pussy. Every touch sent jolts through Sophie too, her moans echoing from her mouth as he played with himself. But it was her he craved most. He’d curl forward, his spine bending easily with his altered frame, and kiss her—first her lips, tasting his own pre-cum, then along her shaft, his tongue lapping at her veiny skin, her tits pressing against his face as he sucked her off.

The first time he’d gone all the way again after that initial night, he’d been bolder. He’d taken her deep, her 18-inch length stretching his throat, her head pulsing against his tongue as she cried out, “Yes, Ryan, fuck, don’t stop!” Her cum had flooded him, thick and hot, spilling down his chin as his pussy clenched in a mirrored orgasm, soaking his thighs. Afterward, she’d softened to eight inches, “sleeping” as he caught his breath, her face serene until the next arousal woke her.

By the third day, they’d settled into a rhythm. Ryan learned he could tuck her into his pants when she was soft, though her weight was a constant reminder between his legs. When she hardened, he’d free her, letting her rise proud and rigid, her tits swaying as she begged for attention. “I can feel you walking,” she’d said once, giggling. “Every step rubs me just right.” He’d smirked, adjusting his gait to tease her, feeling her throb in response.

That afternoon, a knock at the door jolted them from their haze. Ryan froze, his hand still cupping Sophie’s flaccid form, her face slack against his thigh. “Who’s that?” she mumbled, stirring slightly.

“Dunno,” he said, pulling a loose shirt over his chest and tugging on sweatpants, careful to drape them over Sophie. “Stay quiet, okay?” She nodded—or tried to, her head barely shifting—and he shuffled to the door, his feminine hips swaying unfamiliarly.

He opened it to find Jane, Sophie’s best friend, standing there. She was a petite brunette with sharp green eyes, but something was off. Her posture was strange—too fluid, her torso bending slightly as she shifted her weight. “Hey, Ryan,” she said, her voice tight. “Is Sophie here? I’ve been texting her, but…” She trailed off, her gaze flicking over him, lingering on his hips.

“Uh, yeah, she’s… here,” he said, stepping back to let her in. His heart raced. How the hell was he going to explain this? Jane stepped inside, her movements oddly sinuous, and he shut the door behind her. She wore a loose hoodie and leggings, but the way she moved—almost slithering—set his nerves on edge.

“Jane!” Sophie’s voice piped up, muffled by the sweatpants. Ryan flinched, and Jane’s eyes widened, darting to his crotch. Sophie pushed against the fabric, hardening slightly, her eight-inch form stretching the material. “Oh shit, Ryan, let me out—I wanna see her!”

“Sophie?” Jane’s voice cracked, her hands flying to her mouth. “Is that… what I think it is?”

Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. The Fusion Wave hit us. Hard.” He tugged down the waistband, letting Sophie spring free. She swelled to her full 18 inches, her veiny torso gleaming, her tits bouncing as she straightened. Her glans-head turned toward Jane, her mouth parting in a grin. “Hey, girl! Miss me?”

Jane stumbled back, her face a mix of shock and something else—her cheeks flushed, her breath hitching. “Holy fuck, Sophie, you’re… you’re his cock?” She stared, transfixed, as Sophie pulsed slightly, a drop of pre-cum glistening at her lips.

“Yep,” Sophie said, her tone playful despite her form. “And it’s awesome. Ryan’s been taking real good care of me.” She flexed, making her length bob, and Ryan groaned as a wave of heat shot through him, his pussy dampening.

Jane’s eyes flicked to Ryan, then back to Sophie, her tongue darting out to wet her lips—an oddly long tongue, he noticed. “I… I don’t even know what to say,” she stammered, but her gaze didn’t waver. “You’re still you, though? Like, your mind?”

“Mostly,” Sophie said. “I control me—kinda. Ryan’s got the rest. But I feel everything he does to me. Everything.” She smirked, and Ryan felt her throb, her arousal feeding into his own.

Jane shifted, her hoodie slipping slightly, revealing a glimpse of pale, shimmering skin beneath—scales? Ryan frowned, but she quickly tugged it back up. “You’re not the only one who got hit,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I came to check on you, but… I’ve got my own shit going on.”

“What happened to you?” Ryan asked, stepping closer. Sophie tilted her head, curious, her tits swaying faintly.

Jane hesitated, her hands twisting together. “It’s… weird. Really weird. I merged with something too.” She took a deep breath, her chest rising under the hoodie, and Ryan caught a faint outline—breasts, but no nipples poking through. “I’ll show you, but… you’ve gotta promise not to freak out.”

“We’re way past freaking out,” Sophie said, laughing. “Show us!”

Jane nodded, her movements slow, deliberate. She unzipped her hoodie, letting it fall, and Ryan’s breath caught. Her torso was impossibly flexible, bending as she shrugged the fabric off, revealing pale scales glinting from her collarbone to her thighs. Her breasts, still full and round, shimmered with that same scaly sheen, their tips smooth and nipple-less but visibly sensitive as she shivered. “I fused with my snake,” she said, her voice low. “My pet, Sable. He’s… part of me now.”

“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes tracing the scales down her abdomen. Sophie pulsed, hardening further, her mouth parting as she stared.

“You’re gorgeous,” Sophie said, her tone thick with awe—and lust. “What else changed?”

Jane’s flush deepened, her hands hovering over her leggings. “A lot,” she admitted. “But… I don’t know if I should—”

“Please,” Sophie cut in, her voice needy. “I wanna see. Ryan does too—he’s getting all wet down there.” Ryan shot her a look, but she wasn’t wrong; his pussy was soaked, his thighs trembling as he watched Jane.

Jane bit her lip, then nodded. “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She hooked her thumbs into her leggings, and Ryan’s heart pounded as she began to slide them down, hinting at the transformation beneath.

*Jane fully reveals her changes

Jane fully reveals her changes

Jane’s leggings slid down her scaled thighs with a soft rustle, pooling around her ankles as she stepped out of them. Ryan’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on her transformed body, while Sophie pulsed eagerly between his legs, her 18-inch length straining upward, her glans-head tilting to get a better view. Jane stood there, exposed, her pale scales shimmering under the apartment’s dim light, stretching from her collarbone down to her thighs. Her breasts, full and round, gleamed with that same reptilian sheen, their smooth, nipple-less surfaces quivering slightly as she shifted. But it was what lay between her legs that drew their attention most.

Where her pussy had once been was something entirely new—a large, glistening slit that looked human at first glance, complete with plump labia and a pronounced clit, but it was bigger, deeper, its edges faintly scaled. It pulsed faintly, wet and inviting, and Ryan could see the depth of it, a cavernous opening that seemed to beckon. “That’s… my cloaca,” Jane said, her voice shaky but laced with a strange pride. “From Sable. My snake. It’s… it’s me now.”

“Fuck, Jane,” Sophie breathed, her mouth parting to let a bead of pre-cum drip down her chin. “That’s insane. And hot.” Her tits jiggled as she throbbed, her veiny torso gleaming with arousal. Ryan felt it too—his pussy clenched, dripping wet between his feminine thighs, the heat of Sophie’s lust feeding into his own.

Jane’s flush deepened, her long, forked tongue flicking out to wet her lips—an unconscious gesture that made Ryan’s cock—Sophie—twitch harder. “There’s more,” Jane said, her hands trembling as she spread her legs slightly. “Watch.” She took a deep breath, and then, from within that enlarged cloaca-vagina, something emerged. Two thick, glistening shafts slid out, each a foot long, their surfaces slick and faintly scaled, tapering to blunt, rounded tips. Her hemipenes—twin cocks inherited from her snake fusion—stood erect, pulsing with her heartbeat, their bases rooted deep inside her transformed slit.

“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes wide. Sophie moaned, her length surging as a fresh wave of pre-cum oozed from her mouth. “Jane, you’ve got… two dicks?”

“Yeah,” Jane said, her voice low, almost a hiss. “They retract when I’m not… you know. But when I’m turned on…” She trailed off, her scaled abdomen flexing as her hemipenes bobbed slightly, glistening with her arousal. “It happened the day after the Wave. I was alone, freaking out, and then I felt this—this heat. My pussy started changing, stretching, and then these came out. I couldn’t stop touching them. Still can’t.”

“You’re perfect,” Sophie said, her tone thick with need. “Ryan, look at her—she’s made for us.” She flexed, her 18-inch length swaying, her tits bouncing as she angled toward Jane. “I wanna fuck her. Please, Ryan.”

Jane’s eyes flicked to Ryan, then back to Sophie, her breath quickening. “I… I came here to check on you, but seeing you like this…” She stepped closer, her flexible torso bending slightly, her scaled breasts brushing the air inches from Ryan’s chest. “I’ve been so horny since it happened. I can’t stop thinking about sex. And you—you’re huge, Sophie. I think… I think I could take you.”

Ryan swallowed, his heart pounding. His pussy was soaked, his feminine ass trembling as he shifted his weight. “You sure?” he asked, his voice rough. “She’s… a lot.”

Jane nodded, her tongue flicking out again, long and sinuous. “I’m sure. My cloaca—it’s deep. I’ve tested it. I can handle her.” She reached out, her fingers brushing Sophie’s veiny shaft, and Sophie gasped, her head tilting back as a shudder ran through her.

“Fuck, yes,” Sophie whimpered. “Ryan, do it. Fuck her with me.”

He didn’t need more convincing. He stepped forward, guiding Jane to the couch. She sank onto it, spreading her legs wide, her cloaca-vagina glistening, her hemipenes retracting slightly to give him access. Ryan knelt between her thighs, his feminine hips swaying as he positioned himself. Sophie was rigid, 18 inches of thick, veiny flesh, her tits heaving with every pulse, her mouth dripping pre-cum as she stared at Jane’s slit. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Sophie said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Ryan gripped her base—his own cock base, unchanged from before the fusion—and lined her up. Jane’s cloaca parted easily, its wet heat enveloping Sophie’s tip as he pushed forward. “Oh fuck,” Jane gasped, her head tipping back, her scaled breasts quivering. “It’s so big—keep going!” Ryan thrust, slow at first, watching Sophie’s glans-head disappear inside, her mouth stretching slightly as she slid deeper. The sensation hit him hard—Jane’s tight, slick walls gripping Sophie, every inch of her length sending waves of pleasure through him. Sophie moaned, her voice echoing from within Jane, “Ryan, I can feel her—she’s so wet!”

He pushed harder, burying Sophie’s 18 inches fully inside. Jane’s cloaca stretched to take her, the scaled edges of her slit flush against Ryan’s feminine pelvis, her clit pulsing against his skin. Sophie’s tits pressed into Jane’s scaled abdomen, her veiny torso flexing as Ryan began to thrust. “Yes, yes, fuck her!” Sophie cried, her mouth drooling pre-cum inside Jane, adding to the slickness. Jane’s hands gripped the couch, her flexible torso arching as she rocked against him, her breath coming in sharp hisses.

“It’s so deep,” Jane panted, her tongue lolling out, long and forked, brushing her own scaled chest. “I can feel you everywhere, Sophie—fuck, you’re perfect!” Her cloaca clenched, rippling around Sophie’s length, and Ryan groaned, his pussy spasming in response, dripping onto the floor beneath him. The dual sensations—Sophie’s pleasure, his own—were overwhelming, a feedback loop of raw, animalistic need.

He fucked her harder, his feminine hips slapping against her scaled thighs, Sophie’s shaft glistening as it slid in and out, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “Jane, you’re so tight,” Sophie gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum—Ryan, make me cum!” He reached down, rubbing Jane’s clit with his thumb, and she screamed, her cloaca tightening as her hemipenes twitched inside, still retracted but pulsing with her arousal.

“Me too,” Jane hissed, her body writhing, her scales glinting as she bucked against him. “Don’t stop—fuck me, Ryan!” He slammed into her, Sophie’s full 18 inches driving deep, and then it hit—Sophie’s orgasm ripped through her, her mouth-urethra erupting inside Jane, thick ropes of cum flooding her cloaca. Jane came a second later, her slit spasming, her voice a keening wail as her body shook. Ryan’s pussy clenched, a sharp, wet climax soaking his thighs, his knees buckling as he rode it out.

He pulled back, Sophie sliding free with a wet squelch, her length softening to eight inches as she “slept,” her face slack and dripping with Jane’s juices. Jane lay there, panting, her cloaca still pulsing, a mix of Sophie’s cum and her own slickness leaking onto the couch. “That was… unreal,” she murmured, her tongue flicking lazily.

“Yeah,” Ryan said, catching his breath, his feminine ass sinking onto the floor. Sophie stirred faintly, mumbling, “You’re amazing, Jane.”

Jane smiled, her eyes glinting with something new—hunger. “We’re not done,” she said, sitting up, her hemipenes sliding out again, erect and glistening. “Your turn, Ryan.”

*It's Ryan's turn

It's Ryan's turn

Jane’s hemipenes glistened in the dim light of the apartment, twin shafts of scaled flesh, each a foot long, pulsing with her arousal as they emerged from her cloaca-vagina. Ryan sat on the floor, his feminine thighs spread, his pussy still dripping from their earlier encounter. Sophie twitched between his legs, her 18-inch length stirring back to life, her glans-head blinking awake as her hazel eyes locked onto Jane’s transformed groin. “Fuck, look at those,” Sophie murmured, her urethra-mouth parting to drool a bead of pre-cum down her chin, her tits jiggling faintly as she pulsed. “I need them.”

Jane slid off the couch, her flexible torso swaying with an almost hypnotic grace, her scaled breasts quivering as she crawled toward Ryan. “You fucked me so good,” she said, her voice low and sultry, her long, forked tongue flicking out to taste the air. “Now it’s my turn to play with you—both of you.” She stopped inches from him, her hemipenes bobbing slightly, their slick tips brushing the air. Ryan felt Sophie throb harder, her arousal flooding his senses, his pussy clenching with anticipation.

“Jane, please,” Sophie begged, her tone dripping with lust. “Let him taste you. I wanna watch.” She flexed, her veiny shaft swaying, and Ryan groaned, his hands trembling as he reached for Jane’s thighs.

Jane smirked, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, he will.” She shifted closer, straddling his knees, her hemipenes hovering just above his face. “Go on, Ryan. Suck them.”

He didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around the first hemipenis, its slick, scaled surface sliding past his tongue, the taste musky and sharp—Jane’s raw essence. He sucked, his mouth stretching around its girth, his tongue swirling over the blunt tip as it oozed pre-cum. Jane hissed, her hands resting on his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin. “Fuck, yes,” she panted, rocking her hips slightly to push deeper. Ryan pulled back, gasping, then turned to the second hemipenis, taking it in with equal fervor. Its warmth filled his mouth, the scales smooth yet textured, and he bobbed his head, alternating between them, his lips glistening with their combined slickness.

“So hot,” Sophie moaned, her length straining upward, her tits bouncing as she watched. “Ryan, you’re making me so wet.” Her pre-cum dripped steadily now, pooling on his thigh, and he felt his pussy respond, growing slicker with every suck.

Jane’s breath quickened, her torso bending slightly as she watched him work. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice a low hiss. “But I’ve got more for you.” She pulled back, her hemipenes slipping from his mouth with a wet pop, glistening with his spit. She shifted, aligning herself over his hips, her cloaca hovering above his pussy. “I’m gonna fuck you now,” she said, her gaze intense. “And Sophie’s gonna get some love too.”

Ryan nodded, his hands gripping her scaled thighs as she lowered herself. The first hemipenis pressed against his pussy, its slick tip parting his folds, then slid inside—foot-long and thick, stretching him wide with a delicious burn. He gasped, his hips bucking, the sensation overwhelming—hot, slick, and deep, the scales rasping faintly against his inner walls. “Oh fuck, Jane,” he rasped, his voice breaking as she sank fully inside, her cloaca flush against his pelvis, her clit pulsing against his skin.

Her second hemipenis pressed against Sophie, their shafts aligning, the slick surfaces grinding together as Jane began to thrust. Sophie moaned, her head tilting toward it, her lips brushing the scaled flesh. “Yes, Jane—fuck us,” she whimpered, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, tasting the pre-cum that smeared across her mouth. Jane shivered, her hips rocking, her first hemipenis pumping into Ryan’s pussy while the second frotted against Sophie’s length, their cocks sliding together with every thrust.

Then Jane surprised them. Her flexible, snake-like torso coiled downward, bending impossibly as her head descended toward Sophie and her own hemipenis. “You didn’t think this was all I got from Sable, did you?” she said, her voice thick with lust. She opened her mouth—wider than should’ve been possible, her jaw distending like a serpent’s, revealing a cavernous maw lined with wet, pink flesh. “Watch this.”

Before Ryan or Sophie could react, Jane engulfed them. Her lips stretched around Sophie’s 18-inch length and her own foot-long hemipenis, taking both deep into her throat in one fluid motion. Her mouth slid down, down, until her lips pressed against Ryan’s feminine pelvis and her own cloaca, sealing them together. Sophie’s veiny shaft and Jane’s scaled cock disappeared into her gullet, her throat bulging visibly as she swallowed them whole. Her long, forked tongue slithered out, wrapping around Ryan’s labia, teasing his folds and flicking against her own cloaca where it met his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through all three of them.

“Fuck, Jane!” Sophie screamed, her voice muffled but ecstatic, her tits heaving as Jane’s throat rippled around her. “I can feel it—your tongue, your mouth—everything!” Ryan groaned, his pussy clenching around Jane’s first hemipenis, the dual sensations—her thrusting inside him, her throat sucking Sophie and her own cock—pushing him to the edge. Jane’s tongue danced, wet and sinuous, stroking his labia, dipping into his slit alongside her cock, then lashing her own cloaca, amplifying her own pleasure.

Jane thrust harder, her hips slapping against Ryan’s, her first hemipenis plunging deep into his pussy, her cloaca grinding against him. Her throat worked, sucking and swallowing, her lips tight against their pelvic bones as she pleasured Sophie and her second hemipenis together. Sophie’s pre-cum flowed freely, mixing with Jane’s saliva, dripping down her chin as her shaft pulsed inside that impossibly wide mouth. “Jane, you’re—oh God, I’m gonna cum!” Sophie cried, her head tilting back, her tits bouncing wildly.

“Me too,” Jane hissed around them, her voice garbled but fierce, her tongue flicking faster. Her torso coiled tighter, her scales glinting with sweat as she fucked Ryan and sucked them both. Ryan’s hands gripped her thighs, his feminine ass lifting off the floor as he thrust upward, meeting her rhythm, his pussy spasming around her cock.

It hit like a tidal wave. Jane’s first hemipenis erupted inside Ryan, flooding his pussy with thick, hot cum, spilling out around her shaft as he clenched in a sharp, wet orgasm, his juices soaking her scales. Her second hemipenis pulsed in her throat, shooting ropes of cum alongside Sophie’s climax—Sophie’s mouth-urethra opening wide, spraying her load deep into Jane’s gullet, their fluids mixing in a messy, glorious rush. Jane swallowed it all, her throat rippling, her tongue lashing wildly as she rode out her own double orgasm, her cloaca clenching against Ryan’s pelvis.

She pulled back slowly, her jaw snapping back to normal with a soft pop, her lips glistening with cum and saliva as Sophie and her hemipenis slid free. Sophie shrank to eight inches, “sleeping” again, her face slack and dripping, her tits resting against Ryan’s thigh. Jane’s hemipenes retracted into her cloaca, softening as she collapsed beside him, her scaled chest heaving. “Fuck,” she panted, wiping her mouth. “That was… intense.”

Ryan lay back, breathless, his feminine ass sinking into the puddle of their fluids. “You’re unreal,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. Sophie stirred faintly, mumbling, “Best. Friend. Ever.”

Jane laughed, her tongue flicking lazily as she propped herself up. “We’re a hell of a team,” she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And I’m still not done with you freaks.”