CHAPTER 198: SNAKE V’S FIRST LEAK

Nathan gripped his shaft with his right hand—firmly, but not confidently.

His hold was loose, his rhythm awkward.

His cock—glistening like an electric eel soaked in monster juice and holy water—throbbed faintly in his hand.

Wet. Slippery.

But not the good kind of wet.

More like synthetic meat from a mad scientist’s failed experiment.

A faint squelch echoed each time his hand moved.

It wasn’t just wet—it was bubbly, as if his shaft had brewed a horny potion overnight.

Tiny bubbles slid down the vein.

Nathan looked down.

Why did it look like it was blinking back at him?

Did it... wink?

"Why does it feel like I’m being watched... when it’s just those two?" he muttered, glancing at Validia and Morvessa.

His ears picked up rustling in the bushes. Validia was standing right next to him. Morvessa in front. Velmora in the distance.

And... through the leaves, two caramel breasts shimmered with sweat.

Nathan swallowed hard.

He kept stroking—slower, more clumsy now.

His cock now looked like a bootleg fertility god statue—shiny but weird.

There were faint lines of monster soap drying under the sun.

"This feels like some cult ritual..." he hissed.

Suddenly, a shadow passed overhead.

Morvessa.

She descended lightly—her wings flapping gently, her hair flowing like slow-motion silk.

Without warning, without a single word—she flew straight to his right chest.

"Ehh—Morvessa, wait—"

Too late.

Her tiny lips landed on his nipple.

And sucked.

Nathan’s skin jolted.

Her tongue was warm, wet—slippery like it had been dipped in honey and guilt.

She moaned through her nose.

Her suck wasn’t just suction—it was emotional blackmail through oral worship.

Nathan felt his nipple twitch...

And it twitched back.

Nathan shivered.

This wasn’t a normal suck.

It was gentle, but her tongue moved like the analog stick in a pro gamer’s hands.

As if she was tasting his nipple like forbidden-flavor jelly.

Schhlurp.

Morvessa let out a soft moan.

Her tongue circled his nipple, then spun—forming a wet spiral that somehow stabbed into his ribcage.

"Nggh~ brother’s cute little thing..." she murmured.

Nathan knees trembling.

His right hand still held his cock, but he wasn’t sure anymore—was it to continue the ritual, or to survive?

His left hand curled as if ready to grab something.

Validia, on the other hand, remained still.

Her eyes scanned Nathan’s body.

Arms. Shoulders. Sweat-covered neck.

And that ridiculous cock still coated in sapoa sap and water.

Validia’s thighs clenched subtly.

Her body wasn’t reacting with permission—it was reacting with memories.

Her nipples stiffened, brushing against the inside of her dress.

She looked down.

A soft patch had formed near her core.

She blinked.

"Why... am I leaking before touching him?"

She heard Morvessa’s moans.

Saw Nathan’s body twitch from unexpected pleasure.

And for a moment... Validia felt left out.

"Why do I... feel jealous?" she whispered.

A memory slithered in—like a popup ad in her brain she couldn’t close.

A kiss from behind...

Nathan’s breath on her neck back when she was still in idiot mode.

And that moment—when she unconsciously hugged him from behind, stroking his shaft with her hand—guiding the slippery tip toward the sprouts of the Crystal Banafruit.

"I... did all that?"

She wasn’t sure.

But her clothes back then were just a thin sheet, and Nathan passed out afterward.

Validia opened her system inventory.

She held Nathan’s pants and shirt.

The warmth of the fabric reminded her of the pulsing veins she once massaged.

She had kept his clothes there.

She clutched the shirt—then, slowly, removed her own.

As her dress slid down, her breasts jiggled softly—like fruit too ripe for a farmstand.

A gentle slap echoed as they settled against her chest.

Her nipples stood tall, ready to register complaints.

The wind kissed them.

She shivered.

Even the air was a voyeur now.

Her green dress, like a fairy from some tragic bedtime story, slid to the grass.

Nathan—still nipple-sucked by Morvessa—turned his head.

"VALIDIA?!"

Too late.

Her body began to grow.

Her chest went up two sizes. Her hips widened.

But this time, she didn’t fully transform into a giant like before—just enough to match the size she had during that Eclipse night when they curled up together in a hole.

Big enough... to classify her pussy as a medium colossal slit.

’What now...’ Nathan thought, watching Validia move behind him.

Smush.

Nathan groaned quietly.

Morvessa kept sucking.

Her suck grew bolder—slrrp, slrrp.

Each time she inhaled, a soft giggle followed. Was she tasting milk that hadn’t been produced?

Nathan’s chest felt drained.

Not from fatigue...

From pride.

He was being worshipped by two elemental forces—jealousy, and perverted innocence.

Validia now hugged him from behind, her massive breasts rubbing slowly—rhythmically—like the heartbeat of a woman who had finally accepted her fate as a sperm farm maiden.

"I’m... insane," Nathan muttered.

Meanwhile, Validia’s medium-sized breasts pressed against Nathan’s back—right beneath his scapulae.

From afar, Livia suddenly stood up.

"...Domina. We... we need to get a closer look... we..."

Domina raised an eyebrow.

"We?"

Livia looked down, biting her lip.

"We need to talk seriously and question our worth in his eyes... when he’s all drained out..."

Velmora bit her lower lip.

Her hand clutched a snapped branch—not as a weapon, but as a crutch to steady her trembling body.

She didn’t move from her spot—nestled between two boulders, half-hidden in the shadows of giant ferns.

But her eyes...

Unblinking.

Locked onto a single target: Nathan’s cock—now standing proudly, flanked by two women who were far more honest with their desires.

Validia and Morvessa.

One in front, sucking Nathan’s nipple like it was the fountain of the gods.

One behind, hugging his back with breasts the size of vintage muscle cars.

Velmora swallowed.

"I... am not like them," she whispered.

"I am... a queen."

But her body disagreed.

From below the elegant V-line that adorned her royal abs—from beneath the polished, usually impenetrable snake scales—a slit began to bloom.

Not a regular slit.

Not human.

Not even a typical reptilian vent.

It was the royal slit of a Snake Hunter Queen.

Petal-like. Real.

A soft, glistening pink that looked overripe—shimmering with inner fluids like a sacred flower blooming in the wrong story.

The slit pulsed slowly.

Hot air escaped from it.

As if there were two entities within Velmora: one in her mind, gripping her pride... and one deep in her tail base, begging for mercy—longing to be impaled.

Velmora froze.

Her hands trembled.

"I won’t... give in like them. I’m not a servant. I’m a ruler!"

But her eyes kept staring.

Nathan’s gaze as he held his cock...

Morvessa’s trembling moans, strange but full of love.

Validia’s embrace—welcoming, desperate, possessive.

Velmora clenched her jaw.

But her tail... had already coiled around her own body.

The tail slithered like it had free will—curious, naughty.

It traced her inner thigh, then flicked the edge of her blooming slit.

Velmora gasped.

Moisture glistened across her scales.

A drop... then two.

Her body whispered:

"Touch the cock.... Suck the cock... Fuck the cock...."

She didn’t notice when the tip of her tail slithered around her waist, then slid downward—gently caressing the opening between her spread scales.

And when it touched the hidden slit—

Schlrrt.

A faint moan slipped from her throat.

Her eyes widened, then fluttered shut.

"This... this is wrong..."

But the slit beneath her scales was already wet.

It pulsed softly, like it was breathing in the scent of sausage it longed to devour.

The scent of the Private Blade.

Warm. Throbbing.

Blessed with spiritual nutrients... and man-meat.

Velmora’s body began to tremble.

The edges of her scales quivered, like leaves tickled by a hormonal typhoon.

She gritted her teeth.

"Don’t. Don’t descend to this filthy realm, Velmora."

But her thoughts were drifting—

"What would it feel like... if my tongue licked his face, while my other lips down there... sucked out the juices from that filthy rod?"

"What if I wrapped around him from behind... and peeled off my scales..."

"What if I... swallowed his cock all the way to my throat..."

Velmora slapped her own cheek.

"FOCUS!"

But her body was already bent forward.

One hand braced against the ground—while her tail kept teasing that slit.

The lips down below kissed the air like a hungry sea anemone smelling carrion.

And that carrion... was logic.

The lips twicthed wetly, pulsing. It now look glistening like a fresh raw meat with honey.

The air made them wetter.

They weren’t shy—they were expecting.

Velmora covered her face.

But down below, her body smiled.

It was no longer hiding.

It was... summoning.

Velmora shut her eyes.

Her breath hitched.

"I... am not just some female..."

But from her lower mouth, a drop escaped—warm, thick, and slightly foamy.

Her body knew.

She was already too late.

Above, a predator bird glided across the sky.

It spotted Velmora from high above.

The bird saw her not as a threat, but as a delicacy—

Her scent rising up like incense made for divine feasts.

Shhh...

The bird dove toward her.