Taking Ender deeper into his mouth, he began to bob up and down, working the man with his hand as well. Cyrus took Ender to the root, before doing the same.
Ender squirmed and whimpered, as he started to swallow hard around the Cryptid each time he went back down.
The texture of the man’s scales on his tongue was different, but not bad, his mind once again wondering what it would feel like to have them inside him.
The Gorgon whined loudly. His tail flailing more, Killian felt the man’s body start to tremble under their touch. The taste of Ender’s pre-cum grew in his mouth, with the cold musky scent coming off the snake.
Just as it seemed Ender was about to shake apart, the Gorgon cried out, his body arching as he released down his throat. Killian held him in his mouth, swallowing down each spurt, before pulling off the softened, and apparently, retreating cock, as it disappeared back into the man’s tail. The outside of the slit it had gone into was now cum-coated.
Cyrus had pulled off at the same time, both of them losing what they’d been having fun with. Leaning forward, Ender squirmed a bit while moaning softly when Killian lapped at the slits, cleaning off the cum with his tongue.
“Taste good?” Cyrus asked from beside him, the man already sitting up.
“Mm,” he hummed happily as he tasted a bit of Cyrus’ mouth on the upper one, before sitting up himself and giving the Fate a peck on the lips.
Killian couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked down at Ender and found the man staring sleepily up at them now.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Damn good,” Ender mumbled. The Gorgon’s eyes fluttered closed, his tail already curling up as the man did too, while he offered, “I can suck you off too.”
“Take a nap, old man,” Cyrus laughed.
“I am old. Respect your elde—” Ender’s words cut off with a snore.
“Sleep well, Ender,” he giggled.
Apain-filled scream being let out beside him had Killian’s eyes snapping open wide. It only took a few seconds for his brain to wake up and recognize it as Ender’s. His heart started to race, and Killian’s stomach twisted with dread as long seated fears instantly rose up.
“Ender?!” he and Cyrus called out at the same time, as they both sat up in bed.
His eyes were closed, but tears were starting to form in the corners of Ender’s eyes as he laid there, curled into a ball in his nest, clutching at his stomach.
“It’s time—” The Gorgon’s words ended in a blood-curdling scream, with him writhing for a very different reason than yesterday, before gasping, “The shells!”
“I’ll call Dr. Corradetti, you go get the hot water ready, and umm—towels!?” Killian squeaked as he snagged his phone off the nightstand. Cyrus took off into the bathroom, where they’d placed a tub filled with towels last night.
His hands were shaking so badly, he almost dropped the small box of a phone as he went to unlock it, but managed to get it to unfold without losing it. His heart ticked faster as he called Ruby, and listened to the ringing, his mind screaming for her to pick the fuck up.
“It’s time!” he practically screamed as soon as the call connected. He yelled due to both fear and a need to be heard, as Ender had let out another scream of his own.
“I’m on my way,” the Druid said way too fucking calmly, before hanging up.
Killian tossed his phone aside on the bed and started to hum, pushing calming emotions out, as he went to caress Ender’s hair. But right before he made contact, the Gorgon’s head snapped towards him, along with all his snake coils, as they collectively let out a fierce predatorial hiss.
Killian jerked his hand back, before carefully getting off the bed, as he stared down into a gaze that didn’t seem to recognize him. But then the eyes cleared, as Ender shook his head a few times and blinked rapidly.
“Sorry, sorry…you can’t touch me right now,” the man gasped, before his eyes slammed shut on a wince of pain.
“Ruby did mention you would likely attack.” Killian wrung his hands together to stop himself from reaching out again, needing to do something.
He looked towards the bathroom door when Cyrus rushed out with a tub of hot water, the Fate almost tripping and tossing it before reaching the bed. Catching himself, the man sat it down on the nearest nightstand and rushed back into the bathroom, before coming back with the towels.
Dropping the stack of towels on the bed, Cyrus stood there awkwardly, tawny brown skin looking a bit paler than normal, before squeaking out, “W-what do we do?!”
Killian took a shuddered breath. “Th-there’s nothing we really can do. Wake people up, maybe?”
“Right, right, I’ll wake people!”
