Life, I thought, could be very strange at times.
 
I hadn't exactly planned on going into *** work. I didn't grow up looking at the sad, ragged women who lurked in the back alleyways behind Pinebarrow's inn and thinking "yup, that's the thing for me", and it's not like I started dropping my trousers for perks the moment I took my first caravan job. If my first few days in Swyndel hadn't led to me wandering ignorantly into the Second Circle, and if Kristoff hadn't chosen that particular bar-brothel to dip his wick in that day, I'd probably just have been another two-bit, disposable wannabe-adventurer, scraping goblins out of their caves and looting old tombs just so I could afford a place to sleep and enough to eat. 
 
Across from me, Cassandra peered at me over the top of her glass. She sat with the good half of her face turned towards me, her one remaining eye glittering like a shard of ice, the scorched and mangled half of her features pointing outwards into the Second Circle's bustling ground floor. We had settled into one of the little booths that ringed the building's walls so I could show her the letter I'd been sent in semi-privacy; they were normally used by the working boys and girls for discussing terms and prices with their clients before  heading upstairs, so we were assured a little privacy. Cassandra's blasted face only helped in that regard; most people were too polite - or too horrified by the scope of the woman's scars - to look too closely at us.
 
"So," she grunted. "Diplomats, huh?"
 
"Yea." I grinned nervously, smoothing down the creases of my dress. It was a disgustingly frivolous purchase, especially since I already owned two fancy outfits, but I still found myself a little reluctant to don the beautifully flimsy gold and silk panoply I'd been gifted, and my existing dress hadn't been great quality to begin with. This one was black like its predecessor, but had been tailored especially to fit me, with slashes up the skirt to show off my long legs and let my tail swing freely and a neckline that plunged all the way down past my naval, the knife of crimson skin contrasting starkly with the soft black silk. It must have been a strange sight to see me next to the human, who was clad in the same thick jerkin, breeches and foul-smelling, alchemically treated greatcoat she always wore. "This'll be my third."
 
Cassandra just snorted, the sound echoing weirdly through the blasted hole where her nose had been. I couldn't tell whether it was a signal of contempt or amusement. I'm usually pretty good at reading people, but the other woman was almost impossible to get a bearing on. Between the wreckage of her features and her at times erratic mood swings, talking with her felt like trying to pick my way through a field laded with bear traps. For some reason she had begun hanging around the Second Circle ever since we'd finished raiding the slaver convoy, using it as a bar rather than a brothel, and I'd cautiously taken that as a sign that she wanted to stay in touch.
 
Aside from Cassandra's continued patronage, there had been one other upside to taking Taelil's job. I'd kept in touch with the other Tiefling woman, even attending one of her political rallies - a rather dull affair, which mostly consisted of her reminding us all how bad we had it while I sat awkwardly at the back thinking I'd done pretty well for myself - and she'd started recommending both of my particular services to other movers and shakers within Swyndel's circles of nobility. So far, the results hadn't been particularly breathtaking - a few minor jobs standing in for an absent bodyguard or tracking down a servant who'd stolen something then done a runner, and a pair of largely forgettable bunk-ups with ambassadors from two of the Seven Cities' other city-states, but this one had perked my interest. It was a very short notice arrangement, the letter having arrived just over an hour ago, and my thick, black hair was still a little damp from its hurried washing.
 
I smoothed the letter out on the table and glanced up at Cassandra, who took a swig of her drink and nodded for me to continue. "Dear Ireela...yea, yea...recommending your services to the foreign envoy from..." I pursed my lips and frowned, carefully sounding the word out one syllable at a time. "...Hasharishana? Is that right?" 
 
Cassandra grunted. "Yea, pretty much." She said, rubbing her hollow eye socket with a knuckle. My gaze lingered on her a moment longer, carefully avoiding the ghoulish hole in her head, my eyebrows raised questioningly. The other woman had almost a decade on me, at least, and was significantly better traveled. Eventually, she took the hint and shrugged. 
 
"I ain't ever been." Cassandra said, her low, rasping voice cutting through the background laughter and chatter of the room like a rusty sawblade. "Just heard stories, mostly. It's an island, stuck out in the water between here and Varnia. Sailed past it once, all jungles and old ruins." She gestured vaguely with her glass, the thick, amber brandy swilling around within. "Don't much think the Hashari leave often. They don't like guests either. Heard they take heads and sacrifice people to a bunch of crazy gods." 
 
She snorted, this time clearly scornfully. "Then again, folks say the same about you lot. " she kicked me under the table, gently enough to show she was referring to my own kind in particular, but roughly enough that I still yelped in surprise and pulled my legs back in against the booth's seat. Cassandra's brow furrowed, a dark - well, darker than usual - expression flickering over her blasted features. "Folks say a lot of shit." She muttered, as much to herself as to anyone else, and I felt a sharp pang of sympathy for the other woman. All I really knew about her was that she was Varnian, hailing from the other continent across the sea of storms, and like most of her people, had an affinity for technology that those of us from the Seven Cities lacked. Whatever had happened to her had left its share of mental scars alongside the physical ones.
 
Cassandra took a heavy swallow of her drink and clanked the glass down hard on the table, sweeping it aside and leaning over the letter. "Anyway," she said. "What else does it say?" 
 
Grateful for the change of subject, I turned my eyes back to the letter, my forked tongue flickering thoughtfully over my lips as I skimmed over the neat lines of text. "Well, it looks like they're branching out a bit." I said. "Let me see...here to negotiate terms of trade, has expressed an interest in 'favorable companionship' -" I rolled my eyes. Taelil could be rather prudish about my prostitution when she wanted. "- to help unwind after his journey. Oh, wait, this is interesting."
 
I leaned back in my seat, playing with the tip of my tail as I read out Taelil's words. "I encourage you to cater to his needs, whatever they may be. The better the impression you make upon him, the easier it will be to establish favorable terms of buisness. To my knowledge, this is the first time the sepents of Hashari have entered into diplomacy of this sort, so a great deal may rest upon your handling of him."
 
Cassandra barked out a harsh laugh, slapping her thigh at the look of faint horror that had appeared on my face. "So, no pressure there, then." She sniggered, leering at me.
 
Now, I'm an open-minded girl. A client's species doesn't bother me in the slightest. I take a degree of professional pride out of handling anyone who comes to solicit my services, assuming they can meet my price, but it's not just that. I like to think that there's something appealing about every kind of person, no matter what they are, and the word 'serpent' left me more curious than afraid. But I still had some limits - there isn't much I'm not willing to do for the right amount of money, but the idea of having to grit my teeth and think of Swyndel while being pissed on or forced to have *** with an animal or something made my guts twinge anxiously. Selling myself was something I did for fun, for the thrill that came with putting a price upon my own head and daring people to meet it, not because I had to. 
 
But then again, a little voice in the back of my head whispered, the last time I'd had something like this sprung on me it had led to some of the best *** of my life. I've never considered myself particularly submissive, but as the idea of being handed over to some strange foreigner with instructions to fulfill his every demand settled in, I found myself warming to it more and more. Like how I'd felt the first time I'd been tied up for a client's pleasure, there was something about the loss of power - the helplessness that came with placing one's body in the hands of another and being able to do nothing but wait to see what they did with it - that stirred something in me, and I had to consciously fight the urge to let my legs sigh open at the thought.
 
Taelil wouldn't have put me into this position if she didn't think I could handle whatever he threw at me, after all, and even as I nervously chewed my lip, fruitlessly looking over the letter to see if it contained any clue as to what I might expect, I could feel a deep, hungry anticipation starting to bloom alongside my anxiety. 
 
"Well," I replied, flicking my hair over my shoulder with what I hoped was a suitably dismissive gesture, "I am a professional."
 
"Sure, if being whored out as a political favor's your idea of a profession." Cassandra shot back, her solitary eyebrow raised mockingly. She turned at the sound of the Second Circle's front door opening and closing, her missing eye forcing her to twist almost completely around, then flopped back into her seat with a self-satisfied grunt. "And speakin' of which, I think that's your ride."
 
I looked up, following the other woman's gaze and catching sight of a young woman, smartly dressed in a tight red surcoat and black riding trousers, purposely making her way through the room towards me with an expression of faint disapproval on her face. I rose to meet her, obsessively smoothing out my dress as I stepped out of the booth Cassandra and I had shared. She raised her glass to me as I left, knocking back the last of the dregs and barking out for a refill as the red-coated woman squeezed past a pair of burly orcs to reach me.
 
"Miss Dratslava?" The woman asked. Her surcoat, I noticed, was emblazoned with Taelil's personal coat of arms, making her one of the few people among her staff who weren't Tieflings like she and I were. She gave me a quick once-over and nodded, turning sharply and gesturing for me to follow her. A little affronted at how abrupt she was, I huffed under my breath and quickly fell into step behind, my tail lashing sinuously behind me as we worked back towards the front door. The crowds parted before her, moving aside at the sight of her expensive regalia and Taelil's crest as if she were a noblewoman marching down a busy street, to once more close smoothly behind me. Opportunistic hands chased me as I departed, the open slit-skirt of my dress all but inviting the caresses upon my tight backside and long, sweeping tail, each brief touch sending a spark of excitement through my body and helping to ease my lingering nerves; I was desirable, I was valuable, and if my mysterious client could match my prices, then I would be his no matter his request. And, frankly, I still remembered the accidents (and 'accidents') where my tail had been stepped on or caught in a door that had dogged my first few weeks of working at the Second Circle; compared to that, a little light petting from the crowd was downright complimentary.
 
Stepping out of the cool dark of the Second Circle was like walking into a solid wall of light and noise. I hissed under my breath and threw up a hand to block out the sudden glare of the mid afternoon sun, squinting and peering around my fingers at the mess of carts and wagons that had backed up along the road. Animals shrieked, whinneyed and - in some cases - clicked or rattled, pawing at the ground or snapping at their neighbors while angry drivers and impatient passengers bellowed and hurled abuse - and sometimes small objects - at the enormous carriage that had parked outside the Second Circle. Constructed from deep red pinewood and varnished to a crimson shine, with a trio of beautiful thoroughbred horses lashed to the front, it looked large enough to hold six men with room to spare. I felt another pang of nervous excitement at the sight; for all I knew it really did hold six men, and the Hashari envoy planned on sharing me with his retainers. The idea of being packed in tight with a group of attractive foreign men, their dark, ***** bodies grinding against mine with every bump and rattle of the cart, wasn't exactly unappealing, and I felt my heart starting to race as the woman stepped forwards to unlatch the door and usher me forth.
 
The inside of the carriage was just as opulent as the exterior; padded, velvet-cushioned seats lined the front and rear walls, and the floor had even been covered with a miniature version of the thick rugs that were so in vogue with Swyndel's nobility at the moment. Dense, lacy curtains had been drawn over the windows, and a small magical light-crystal had been set into the ceiling, casting a low, ruddly glow over the interior. But as the carriage rattled into motion, I realized that it was nothing compared to the creature inside.
 
At first it - he, I had to remind myself - was little more than a vague sense of size and movement; a vast, elongated shape that somehow contrived to fill the entire carriage, writhing with lazy motion as the door closed behind me. I had to stifle a gasp as my eyes adjusted to the change in light and the creature resolved itself out of the gloom. Pearlescent scales shimmered in the soft half-light as it stirred, coil after coil of muscular tail unwinding from the seats it had been draped across. I yelped as it brushed against my calves, a shiver running up my spine at the smooth touch of it around my ankles as the creature leaned forwards into the light. 
 
"Silyn greets you, fireblood." His voice was soft and sibilant, like silk or sand, and he reached out to take my hands and pull me in closer. I swallowed and played along, stepping daintily over the thick ropes of his tail, my eyes taking in every inch of Silyn's physique. His torso was long and lithely sculpted, strong, narrow muscles bunching under frightfully pale skin that shone with the same pearlescence as his scales as he drew me towards him. My heart skipped a beat as a second pair of arms, emerging from just below and behind his first, reached out to slide under the straps of my dress and stroke the lengths of my shoulders, tracing their way down to grasp my forearms and pull me irresistibly closer to him. "Come," he said, "sit."
 
He has no legs, I thought dizzily as the Hashari moved around me, the great, muscular bulk of his tail curling upwards into a smooth hump behind me. Below the waist - and even that wasn't quite right, I thought, since he didn't have any hips that I could see - Silyn took the form of a huge albino serpent, ***** aside from a deep purple loincloth tied around his midsection. Swyndel was well-known for being a melting pot of species from all around the world, but Silyn took my breath away. Two of his hands wandered lower, dragging his fingernails along my flanks and down until they cupped my ass, briefly squeezing the tight, red flesh before pushing me backwards onto the arch of his tail. The feeling of his cool scales kissing my ***** backside snapped me out of my daze with a sudden gasp, and I quickly became aware of the peristaltic motions as his tail stretched beneath me. I could feel the strength in him against my thighs, like I might feel the strength in a normal man's arms, and I couldn't help but squirm against him until my slit came into contact with his rippling scales.
 
"Thank you," I said with a polite cough, trying to regain some control of the situation. "I understand Taelil recommended my services to you?"
 
Silyn smiled and nodded, bowing his head towards me. His face was sharp and pointed like an elf and framed with a shock of equally colourless hair, his delicately fluted ears pierced with silver chains running from lobe to tip, and his eyes - shockingly black against his pale skin, with a poisonous yellow slit of a pupil - roamed eagerly over my body. There was something very satisfying about that - the ***** attraction in his eyes, even though our species were so different - and where his eyes went, the Hashari's hands followed. I purred and leaning into him as his topmost hands wandered across my horns and ran through my hair, bunching in the thick, dark curls and pulling me back, forcing me to arch my spine and thrust my small, pert ******* out for his inspection. Between his forceful grip and the rocking of the coach I had to wrap my own tail around his coils stay balanced atop him, the long, red appendage grasping tightly as his lower hands brushed my dress aside and traced the curve of my bust. Anchored between our entwined tails and his hands gripping my hair, there was little I could do as he leaned in, his lower arms squeezing each ****** in turn as his tongue - forked, like mine, but far longer - lapped at my stiffening nipples, the sudden little sparks of pleasure singing against the dull ache as he pulled at my hair, forcing me back further and further.
 
I let out a long, lusty groan as his coils bucked beneath me, his smooth form gliding through the wetness starting to gather between my lips. "Muh-" I gasped, shaking my head as best I could in the Hashari's grip. "Money. Money, money." One of my hands groped blindly, palm upwards, fingers beckoning for something to be dropped into them. 
 
The Hashari laughed, his tongue trailing a long lick across my nipple as he raised his face to mine, grinning broadly. "How much?" He hissed, his tail bucking beneath me and drawing another throaty sound of pleasure from my mouth. Silyn couldn't have been that much bigger than me if he had been human, but the huge mass of his tail, combined with the way he pulled me back and loomed forwards, made me feel so small - like a mouse caught by a snake, fear and arousal singing through my shaking body in equal measure.
 
"Ten." I choked out. He has fangs, I thought, catching sight of a pair of long, hollow teeth glinting within his mouth. He's got fangs and he's all tail and he's a giant ******* snake and by all the gods he's gonna ask what that gets him and I'm gonna say something I'm gonna regret - 
 
He released me suddenly, his arms pulling back and coils depositing me in a painting, ungraceful heap on the ground as he turned within the carriage, pulling a small purse from the wall and tossing it to me. I opened it with almost indecent haste, counting the ten shining gold coins and quickly secreting them under one of the carriage's seats. "And what, may I ask," he said, "has this bought me?"
 
Don't say it, I thought. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it -
 
I turned back to him, pushing my hair away from where it had tangled around my horns, staring up at the Hashari's lithe, exotic body. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the wetness upon my lips - I wanted to touch him, to taste him, to explore the strange shapes of his body, to feel him inside me - 
 
"Whatever you want." I gasped out, standing and spreading my arms. "You've bought me. All of me. For the next hour, my body is yours to enjoy."
 
Damnit. 
 
Still, the way his loincloth shifted, I could tell he was pleased. Silyn beckoned me forwards, his lower hands taking me around the hips while the top pair threw open the window. The carriage wasn't driving terribly quickly and I hurried to pull my dress back into place over my *******, unwilling to give anyone outside an eyefull that they didn't pay for. The Hashari's hands shifted lower, gripping my thighs and encouraging me to spread my legs, while his uppermost pair pushed my shoulders down towards the window. 
 
"Lean." He said. I gave him a nervous glance, images of my head being taken off by a lamp-post flickering through my mind, but what choice did I have? I was his, just as I'd said, bought and willingly sold. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I took a firm grip upon the edge of the window and wriggled out, concentrating on the feeling of Silyn's four hands as they manipulated my hindquarters to his liking. He seemed fascinated with my legs - his hands ran up and down the long, smooth limbs, squeezing my thighs and lapping at the drops of moisture that were beginning to work their way down. His warm breath gusted over my skin, the flickering tip of his tongue dancing over my flesh as he took one of my buttocks in each hand, spreading them apart to reveal my wet slit while a third hand grappled with my tail. I felt my tail being pulled up and back, baring the tight pucker of my ass, leaving my most intimate spaces completely and deliciously exposed to him. 
 
I whimpered and gripped the edge of the window tighter as his tongue began to probe around my entrance, coming teasingly close to my engorged lips but never quite brushing against them. It was a bizarre feeling - the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze stirred by the carriage upon my face and bare bust, the odd looks of passers-by as we rolled past, combined with the Hashari's strong grip upon my hindquarters, the heat and ache of my slit, and the soft, wet touch of his tongue as he lapped up and down my inner thighs. He tugged harder on my tail, forcing me to crane up higher on my toes, my long legs held tight and shaking as his tongue traced around my entrance, strings of saliva drooling down into my own wetness as I whined and shook, grinding back against the snake-man's face as the deep, hot itch of my arousal built to fever-point.
 
Silyn drew back, the teasing touch of his tongue vanishing in an instant, to be replaced with the warm puff of his breath across my clit. I knew what was coming, but even though I gritted my teeth and sank my claws as deep into the wooden windowframe as I could, I still let out a deep, needy moan as the Hashari's tongue finally plunged into my dripping folds. It writhed and twisted, wriggling into my hot, wet depths and drinking deep of the fluids there, leaving me writhing and gasping as it danced within me. Every now and then he jerked my tail, his hand - deliberately or not, I don't know - rubbing against my sensitive tailspot each time, flushing my system with confused bursts of pain and pleasure and leaving me feeling terribly, beautifully, vulnerable and exposed. Held tight in the Hashari's many-handed grip, there was nothing I could do but watch the expressions of disgust and confusion, amusement and ***** lust on the eyes of the passers by, an illicit thrill shooting through me every time one of them tried to crane in for a better look as I gasped and panted under Silyn's expert tongue. It twisted around and around, licking and tasting, remorselessly exploring every inch of my sensitive inner walls as my body began to clench up and thrash, no longer teasing but lashing me relentlessly towards my peak.
 
The world went black, then white, then black again. I jerked and twisted in Silyn's vice-like grip, one of my ******* slipping free from my dress as I crested the wave of my orgasm, thrashing madly until the waves of pleasure finally began to subside and the Hashari allowed me to slip back inside the carriage in a dazed, grinning heap. My legs and my tail ached from being pulled tight and my dress hung from my limp, sweaty body in a lank tangle of cloth, mixed strings of saliva and my own juices leaking from my thighs onto Silyn's coils.
 
"Wow." I said, letting out a short laugh as I regained my senses. "That was, uh, just...wow."
 
"Good?" Silyn shifted beneath me, the powerful muscles of his tail slithering around, piling up beneath my back to lift me into a sitting position even as he lowered himself down next to me. I nodded as hands reached out again, one pair gently stroking my face while he went to work disrobing me with the other, the undulations of his tail lifting my body so he could roll the garment down my long, red form, his upper arms slowly following in its wake. He was more gentle this time, exploring my body rather than grabbing for it like a new toy. It felt wonderful - the muscular ripples of his tail beneath me while his four hands stroked and caressed, one set of fingers dancing on my belly while another traced the length of my tail, letting me wrap the tip around his palm while the last two switched between gently rolling my small ******* back and forth and tracing the outline of my jaw like a lover. And all the while, I watched with greedy eyes as the shape of his loincloth began to distort, its outline in the dim half-light of the carriage starting to tent as the serpentine Hashari's manhood began to make itself known.
 
"Hang on," I muttered, a frown creeping over my face. There was something wrong with the emerging shape. The loincloth tented upwards, but there was another shape - like a second shaft that bulged out to the side, a glistening bead of fluid starting to bead at its tip. "That's not right."
 
Brushing away Silyn's questing hands, I pushed myself upright, dropping onto my knees as he began to rearrange himself. I felt his coils shift, his muscular tail tickling my feet as it slithered past, wrapping possessively around me until I found myself kneeling before him. The serpent's lower hands brushed against my horns as I reached for him, wrapping one hand around the shaft that jerked and twitched freely, while pulling the loincloth aside with the other. 
 
"Oh, holy shit." I muttered, feeling my breath catch in my throat. Silyn's chuckle ghosted down from above me as I closed my hands around the second of the Hashari's lengths. Neither was overwhelmingly large like some of the clients I'd had to deal with in my time - though they were far, far from undersized either - with each head tipped with a backwards-facing frill of fleshy spines that caught on my hands as I began, quite without thinking about it, to slide them up and down the hot peices of flesh. "You guys need to get off your island more." I muttered, shuffling in closer and pulling one of them down to my mouth. "I know a few girls who'd just love something like this."
 
Me most of all, I thought, my heart hammering in my chest as my tongue slithered out, cautiously lapping at the first of Silyn's phalluses. He tasted strange, almost sharp, but far from unpleasant, and the satisfied hiss that fell from the serpent's fanged mouth was all the invitation I needed to go in for a second, flickering my forked tongue all the way up his length, lapping inside the fleshy hood before sliding it over the head, tasting the drop of pre that had formed there before sliding his whole length into my mouth in one neat, well-practiced motion. I held the shaft of hot, hard flesh in my mouth for a moment, ticking the underside with my tongue before bobbing my head up and down, each time pulling my lips up to the base of his frill before plunging him back into my wet, eager mouth once more. 
 
Silyn's hands descended around me like a shroud, eager fingers stroking my hair and wrapping around my horns as I worked, letting his first **** slip from my mouth with a wet pop and switching over to the second, pushing my face up against the throbbing shaft and hungrily kissing the base, wallowing in the exotic scent of his musk as his tip dripped long strings of precome onto my forehead. I felt a surge of excitement as I worked my way up, my lips kissing their way over a row of silver barbell piercings that studded the underside of his second shaft, my mind already wondering how he was going to feel inside me. I'd been with more than one partner before, of course, but they'd usually been clumsy and uncoordinated, too afraid of touching one another to get a good rhythm, and I could already feel a fresh flush of arousal blooming between my legs at the idea of being ****** by someone who could do it properly. Already his hands were wandering, two of them wrapping around my horns and setting a pace more to his liking - something I normally hate, but as I felt the tip of his tail coiling around my ankle and probing up against my sensitive pucker, I found it  in my heart to overlook - pulling me from one shaft to another while he rubbed my shoulders, the impromptu massage sending warm tingles through my ***** body. 
 
I let out a lusty groan as the cool tip of his tail penetrated my ass, slowly forcing the tight ring of muscle open despite my body instinctively clenching down. He must have lubricated it with the fluids spilling from my hot, engorged ***, because after the initial shock it slipped in easily, pushing insistently into the tight heat of my rear passage. My own tail curled around it, slithering up across my ***** and diving between the sopping lips as I eagerly sucked the Hashari's paired cocks, strings of saliva and precome decorating my chin and bust. When he came, he came suddenly - grabbing my horns and pulling my head deep onto the prick currently in my mouth, his piercings clicking against my teeth as it pushed to the back of my throat, the second becoming squashed between my face and the strange mix of scales and skin around his midsection. I fought down the urge to cry out or bite as he peaked, his scaled, muscular body rippling around me as both of his lengths ejaculated - the first filling my mouth with pulse after pulse of thick, sharp seed, the other shooting its load into my hair and across one of my horns, the last strings dripping down to mar the red skin of my forehead with streaks of glistening white.
 
It was all I could do to quickly swallow the load Silyn had flooded my mouth with, choking it down as his shaft slid free with a wet sucking noise. I was less annoyed about having my head so manhandled than I was about the load of gleaming white seed now drying in my thick, dark hair. It was going to be absolute murder to wash out. Wiping the worst of his seed away from my face - the idea of it getting in my eyes appealing even less - I hid my irritation behind a coy look. 
 
"You seem to have left something behind," I purred, grasping the end of his tail. It writhed within me, grinding against my own tail through the thin inner walls, drawing a soft gasp and a shudder from me. "Would you like it back now? Care to replace it with something else?"
 
Despite his recent climax, the Hashari's paired shafts were still as hard as ever, dripping with wet strings of saliva and ejaculate. Most men can't go a second round so quickly, but the serpent wasn't exactly most men, and if he couldn't at least give me a good seeing to after his manhandling of me then I was going to be even more annoyed. Thankfully, he nodded, his grin growing ever wider.
 
"We have, how you say, stamina, yes?" Silyn said. "We breed together, not like you, but in one mass. Can last for days." He cocked his head, giving me a sly look. "Shame this one has but an hour. Would so love to demonstrate."
 
I fought down a shudder of excitement at the idea. "So," I said, letting our paired tails slide from my passageways as I stood, rocking back and forth in time with the carriage's bumping journey to who-knows-where. "How do you want me?"
 
Silyn slithered in closer, encircling me with his many arms and drawing me in close against his lithe, muscular chest, his hot, throbbing phalluses pressed tight between our bellies. Two of his hands crept down to take ahold of my buttocks - not grabbing and squeezing like before, but holding them as if to take their weight - while his other arms circled my waist, holding me tightly as his whole body curved backwards. I yelped in surprise and wrapped my legs around his rippling, muscular tail as I was pulled atop him, his cocks gliding slickly down his body to slap against my mound. His tail writhed beneath him, piling up so he could rest on it himself, his body forming into an S-shape with me sat atop what might as well have been his lap.
 
"Well," I laughed, shuffling myself forwards so one of his shafts rested between the taught globes of my buttocks, "I never thought I'll get the chance to ride such exotic a mount as you."
 
He hissed out a laugh, his long tongue flicking out to lap a nipple, making me squeal in surprise. "Remember who's paying who, whore." He said, drawing the last word out, rolling it around his mouth like a sweet delicacy. 
 
"Oh, yea." I shot back, letting him slide a pair of hands under my armpits, holding me steady as I raised myself up and positioned his pierced shaft against my wet slit. "You're paying me so I can get exactly - " my tail wrapped around his second manhood, pulling it backwards and lining it up with my pucker. 
 
"-what I-" I leaned forwards, sucking in a breath as the head of his foremost **** slid into me, the fleshy frill sending little crackles of lightning through me as it spread my sensitive outer lips and burrowed deep into my hot, wet ***. 
 
"Want!" The last word came as a little more than a grunt as I gritted my teeth and leaned backwards, forcing my body to relax and take Silyn's second **** into my ass. While his tail had slid in easily, it had also been much narrower, and there was a spike of pain as my body protested against the intrusion. The Hashari leaned forwards, pulling one of his hands away from my ass to rub my clit, working the stiff little bud with his thumb until the dull ache of my rear passage being spread died away. I let myself slide down him, feeling every hot, hard inch as it invaded my body, my bowels clenching tightly around it until my ass came to rest against his scaled body.
 
"Oh, gods," I breathed, rocking my hips back and forth, feeling the pair of phalluses grinding against each other inside me. I felt so wonderfully, completely full - my tight ass and eager, dripping slit both packed tight with throbbing, serpentine flesh, every breath and subtle movement, every bump and shudder of the carriage shifting their positions inside me and drawing another wave of pleasure as they worked my inner walls. "That's good. That's so ******* good."
 
I didn't even bother resisting as Silyn gathered my hands up in one of his, wrapping his long, slim fingers around my wrists and pulling them up, up, like he'd done with the fistful of hair when he'd first laid his many hands upon me, until I was stretched and helpless before him. The other caressed my chin before taking a hold of my face, sliding a pair of fingers into my mouth, which I obligingly suckled upon as he began to writhe beneath me. 
 
And he really did writhe. Silyn didn't thrust, as I imagined he might, but fell into a pattern of muscular undulations, great, powerful waves that coasted the length of his body, first pushing the **** in my ass as deep as it could before it slid out, the motion in turn forcing the second to penetrate my hot, wet depths right to the very hilt. At first the motions were slow, as if giving me a chance to get used to the odd, rippling motions, but as I gasped and squirmed atop him, the fingers driving deep into my mouth muffling my cries of ecstasy, he began to pick up speed, driving his twin lengths in and out, in and out, the silver barbells rubbing deliciously across my inner folds. With my legs locked around his back and my arms pinned above my head, there was little I could do beyond enjoy the ride as he ****** me, his stray hands now free to wander my body, alternating between wrapping around my hips to slam me more vigorously onto his lengths at the height of each dual penetration, or to creep upwards and tease my *******, lapping at their undersides with his tongue while twisting and pulling upon my stiff nipples. 
 
His timing was beautiful, impeccable; first one **** would slide free, then the other, their fleshy fringes keeping them lodged inside my desperate, needy body even as his undulations became ever more violent, bucking eagerly into the body he had bought. But there was always this one moment at the height of each muscular wave where I found myself ****** to the hilt by both of his shafts, my rented body packed wonderfully full of serpentine ****, which throbbed and pulsed in my depths for a heartbeat before one or the other would slide free again. Silyn pulled my arms backwards, bending me so far over I was nearly horizontal - thank the gods I've always been a flexible girl - with my bare ******* peaking towards the heavens and his fingers so deep in my mouth the nearly reached the back of my throat, then swinging me forwards and pulling me tight against his chest, his head slung over my shoulder and his hands clasping around my backside. It was like this that I began to feel him reaching his peak; his rhythm began to slip, his bucking become frantic and mistimed, his twin cocks simply thrusting in and out of my sweat-soaked body with less and less of his earlier skill. I lifted my lips to his ear, letting the heat of my breath blow across for a moment before whispering to him.
 
"Come," I said, feeling my own, second climax starting to build, "Come for me. Come for me. Fill the body you've bought with your seed. I want to feel it in me..."
 
That did it for both of us, I think. Silyn drew his coils back one more time, so far that even the frill around his foremost **** couldn't stop it from slipping free of my body, and thrust forwards one last time. But rather than crying out, or gasping or groaning as most men do at their peak, he bit - lunging forwards and driving his fangs deep into the flesh of my shoulder, a sudden storm of pain shrieking through my body as my own climax hit. I writhed and shrieked around the fingers in my mouth, sheer, physical ecstasy mixing with surprise and fear as I coasted through my orgasm, my body clenching and spasming around his manhood as it pumped rope after rope of thick seed into my deepest, tightest depths, the one trapped between our heaving bodies spurting and smearing our midriffs with the pearly fluid of his second load.
 
And then it was over. Silyn jerked backwards, his remaining shaft slithering free of my body with a wet sucking noise, while I slid off his scaly body and landed amidst his coils with a shrill cry, clamping one hand around the stinging wound in my shoulder. 
 
"You - ah, you could have warned me!" I snapped, shooting him a vicious look as anger welled suddenly up inside me. Apparently he'd found a way to spring something unpleasant on me after all. 
 
"Silyn - Silyn apologizes." The Hashari replied, a look of what I thought was genuine horror spreading over his delicate, pointed features. He swayed back and forth for a moment, as if vacillating over what to do, before slithering over to the same compartment he'd drawn his money pouch from and producing a white handkerchief. "Here. Silyn will look, check bite is not bad." He said, curving back towards me. Fighting down the urge to swat him away, I grimaced and pulled my hand back from the bleeding wound, wincing as he began mopping up the worst of the blood. 
 
It didn't really hurt that badly - I'd had worse injuries out fighting goblin packs with Kristoff, but it stung my pride more than anything else, and as the serpent cleaned the last of the blood that had welled up around the bite, I resolved to send Taelil a letter asking her to vet the clients she sent my way a bit better in the future. 
 
We cleaned the mess of sweat and come off our bodies as best we could (which didn't do much to help the mats of dried seed tangled in my hair) and re-dressed, sitting in awkward silence for the rest of the journey. I peered out the window, feeling my spirits lifting a bit as I recognised the familiar buildings that surrounded the Second Circle as we rolled back to our starting point. As soon as the carriage came to a halt, I dug out my money from where I'd secreted it and rose to leave.
 
"Wait," Silyn said, a guilty expression flitting over his face. "Silyn begs, take this too. As apology." He pressed a second, smaller purse of gold into my palm before withdrawing back into the darkness of his coach. "Enjoy it, please. Silyn certainly enjoyed your services."
 
Most my my anger had already ebbed away, so I gave him a tired smile and a nod, stepping out of the coach and quickly vanishing back inside the Second Circle for a bath. It was only later that I realized that Silyn still had the bloody handkerchief on him, though the ramifications of that wouldn't come to light for some time yet.