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In life, one bad decision can be the last one that's ever made. It's not always the one someone would expect, either, sometimes the simplest thing can be the most critical mistake one could ever make. It could happen in an instant, and sometimes nothing can be done, once the decision is made, to avert the fate that it brings.

Two such decisions had just been made that would lead to tragedy. The first was by a teenage girl walking home from a long shift at her job. Tired, and wanting to get home as soon as possible, she decided to cut across the street in the middle rather than head to the crosswalk. It didn't seem like a bad decision at the time, the road seemed clear and she though she had a good opening to cross. And perhaps it would have been, if not for the second bad decision.

The second bad decision was made by a middle-aged man driving in his car at the same time the girl was walking home. Running late for an engagement, he made the decision to drive too quickly, breaking the speed limit. He knew it wasn't a smart decision to make but figured that the risk would be less than the stress of being late. And besides, the roads looked pretty empty, no pedestrians and few other cars, it seemed like one he could get away with.

These two decisions crossed at the worst possible time. The driver took a turn hard and fast, his eyes open for cops that might catch him, and he had taken his gaze away from straight ahead of him. Thus, he did not see the girl in the middle of the road, who had no idea he was coming until he had already raced around the corner and careened towards her, until it was already too late to stop. Their gazes met in one brief, horrifying instant, the moment of disaster that they both knew immediately had come to them.

In most cases this would have been it - the end of the girl's life, and a life-shattering event for the man, tragic disaster caused by two small, simple bad decisions. But not in this world - this was a world of heroes, and sometimes one was lucky enough to have one in the right place at the right time.

It was a fraction of a second before the car struck the girl that she was grabbed by a hand roughly from behind. In an instant everything seemed to slow down, everything except her and the one behind that touch, and she was pulled out of the way, stumbling and falling over to the other side of the street. In her moment of confusion, everything snapped back into place, and she was able to watch the car screech to a stop where she had been standing so shortly before. In the instant aftermath, there was nothing but a numb feeling, her brain not yet processing everything that had happened...

And then she looked to her left, to the mouse that was also on the ground, brushing himself off and looking none the worse for wear. At that moment, it all clicked together. "Blurr!"

"You okay?" She nodded, and Blurr's expression changed to one of relief. "Thank goodness...there was so little time that I couldn't really make in an easy landing. Sorry about that..."

"S-sorry? Y-you...saved my life! I...I don't know how to thank you!"

"You're being all right is thanks enough."

"Good lord, are you all right?" The driver had emerged from his vehicle, looking incredibly shaken. "I had no idea...I shouldn't have been...I'm so sorry! I...thank you so much, Blurr...if you hadn't been there..."

"Yeah, I know...thankfully, I was." He picked himself up and helped the girl to her feet at well; she was still shaking, and he didn't doubt that she was going to be remembering this one for a good long time. "I'm glad I could help. I guess...just be careful, all right? Roads are super dangerous, best thing you can do from either end is be as careful as you can and watch out for danger."

"Y-yeah...I'll definitely be more careful," the girl said with a nod.

"Me too," the man agreed. "I'll never go that fast on these roads again...being on time isn't worth that. Thank you so much, Blurr..."

"Heh, don't worry about it. All part of my mission in life."

And thus the three of them parted, the fateful decisions that had threatened to create disaster forestalled by fortune. Both the girl and the man had second chances, and at least for the foreseeable future they would make every effort to use them wisely. Of course, no one always makes perfect choices, sometimes one can't even know what the perfect choice is when they make it...but thankfully, not every incorrect decision has such drastic potential consequences.

---

For Blurr, the rush in his body lingered for quite a bit after the rescue. Even with all his speed, that had been an extremely close call; he wasn't sure how much room he had to spare, but it couldn't have been more than a quarter of a second. A rescue like that was a lot more complicated than it looked - he had to induce a speed rush in her to keep the G-forces from his pull from killing her, and it had been lucky for them all that the roads had been clear and not put up any obstacles between them. But the success had left him with a rather elated feeling; everyone had gotten away unscathed, which didn't always happen even with a hero's best effort, and he'd been so efficient with his abilities, growing his confidence in them even more.

All in all, it was a good day. And he'd been having more of those lately...things had been looking up for him over the last month. Joining the Peace Squad had been one of the best decisions he'd made for himself, being part of a hero group had definitely been good for his mental health. There was just something about knowing someone had your back that made life easier...the weight of the city wasn't entirely on his shoulders, he had people he could talk to and people who were also shouldering the burden with him. Plus, working with others was helping him work on the less-common applications of his speed Suforce, broadening his effectiveness in combat as well as nonviolent applications. Thanks to that practice, he was getting ever more comfortable with these uses for his natural talents, and there was no question he was making himself a valued member of the team.

Of course, there was another thing that had been helping...spending time with Raji. The black mamba who went by the handle of Night Psiper was incredibly sexy and desirable, and he found himself wanting more time with him every time they split. At first he'd been terrified of what the others would think of him getting intimate with a villain - after all, wasn't he supposed to be an upstanding hero who stopped evil, how could he have trysts with them? But when he'd finally told them, it wasn't a problem with them at all - a couple of the others admitted to past or ongoing dalliances with villains themselves, apparently it wasn't exactly an uncommon thing and it tended to reduce the threat from villains sometimes. Besides that, Night Psiper was an Agent of Chaos, and their brand of mayhem tended to be less damaging overall - they were mostly out to mess with capes, not destroy or take over the world or cause mass suffering.

That load off his mind had made their time together even more relaxing and wonderful, and Blurr really found himself enjoying the snake's presence. It wasn't just the sex...not that that wasn't fantastic. Raji was really good at giving him pleasure, he knew far more tricks than Gerald even thought could exist, and having psionic powers plus the ability to access various other abilities meant that there was hardly any predicting what he would do next. And of course, being spread apart by his pair of big cocks never got old.

But there was so much more to it. Raji didn't just have sex with him, didn't just use him...he appreciated Gerald. He was always whispering his desire for the mouse's body in his ear, frequently hinting at how much more enticing he was than anyone else, praising and complimenting him until he burned red through his fur. It was funny, so often Gerald was tied down, or otherwise made himself vulnerable to Raji, put himself unfailingly at the snake's mercy, yet often it felt like he was the one being worshipped. And it made him feel good, in a deeper way than just sexual pleasure. Even when they weren't doing anything erotic, Raji always found just the right moment to slip in a bit of praise that sent shivers through him, made him feel wanted, almost needed. And he'd really begun to return it to Raji...after all, he was starting to feel the same way.

Lost in his thoughts about everything, he wasn't as aware of his surroundings as usual, and was caught totally off-guard by a big hand grabbing him and pushing him against the wall of a building. Startled, he looked up at his assailant, only to see a very familiar feline face and body. "Haven't seen you around much, bitch."

Kinetic Cougar...he hadn't changed his tune much with Blurr, but being with the Peace Squad had left fewer opportunities for him to get at the mouse. Something that Blurr was very glad for, he didn't wish for the cougar's presence at all in any way anymore. This change in his life had helped him see some things more clearly...he'd never really wanted Kin's attention in the first place, but had taken it because the cougar offered something he didn't have, sexual satisfaction. But it came at a major cost, to his dignity and his emotional health. Being treated the way he was, like a worthless piece of meat, wasn't very satisfying. But now he had Raji, and Raji gave him even better sex without treating him like garbage. Kin had only gotten to him once since he'd first been captured by the black mamba, and he had realized right away how drastically different it was, and how much he didn't like Kin's way of doing things.

Before, he might have kowtowed to the feline, let him have his way and just tried to avoid him even more. But his life's improvements had endowed him with a new boldness, an inner strength he'd been lacking before. This time, he wasn't going to take the cat's shit. Kin may have been bigger, but they were both hyperresilient and his speed could give his blows plenty of force. He was a match, not a bitch. With this in mind, he narrowed his eyes at Kin, showing no fear. "Leave me alone, Kin. I'm not interested."

Kin's eyes narrowed as well, looking down at him with a bit of anger at being defied. "I don't recall that mattering. A bitch doesn't get to decide when things happen. I'm interested, that's all that matters."

"Well, maybe I don't feel like being your bitch anymore."

"Oh? Well, maybe you need a reminder of why you're my bitch, then. How does that sound?"

"Right, like you're going to take out a building with people in it just to prove your point. Even you're not that dumb, you'd ruin your reputation in an instant."

He felt Kin's grip on him tighten as the cougar's anger rose. Were he a normal person, he'd be in agony right now...Kin always did have a problem with self-control, he wondered how many injuries the cougar had caused as collateral damage or by not knowing his own strength. "I'm getting really tired of your mouth, you little piece of shit. You need more than a little lesson, you need your head taken off. Maybe we should test and see how invulnerable you really are-"

Blurr sensed that letting this go on might be bad news for someone, so while Kin was threatening him he took his shot. His leg shot up at insane speed, hammering the cougar between the legs and scoring a direct hit on his nutsack. The speed was great enough that his leg tore through his shorts, but it was a small price to pay to see Kin's eyes bug out in such a satisfying way. He staggered backwards, letting go of Blurr as his hands went to his gonads - even invulnerable, that was a blow that had to hurt. Blurr simply brushed himself off as he glared at Kin.

"You want more? Because I can give you more. I'm done being your bitch, Kin. You'd better just leave me alone, because I'm more than happy to fight back, and I'll have help if you try to pull anything funny. Now why don't you go do something useful for someone instead of trying to hunt down other heroes?"

He didn't wait for a response, turning on his heel and stalking away at a much brisker clip. He listened for pursuit, but Kin didn't seem to be following, and that was just as well - no sense in getting into a fight if he didn't have to. The feeling of having overcome him, though, was giving him a rush; he was going to have a good bit of self-celebration tonight.

---

For Blurr, the successful fending off of Kin was a major turning point. It solidified his newfound self-respect and energy, as well as relieving him of one of the last large burdens on his mind. The change was noticed by everyone, though not all of them knew exactly what brought it on, they were all quite happy to see him in such a bright mood.

For Kin, however, it was a wound to the ego that would not close.

For days he sulked over it, hiding away in his lair and refusing to come out. At first he had tried telling himself that that wasn't really Blurr, it was a doppleganger or something and eventually he'd find the real Blurr and reassert himself. Even he realized, though, that this was just a barren lie, and after a little while (okay, a couple days), he accepted that this wasn't the case. Then the story was that he hadn't spent enough time asserting himself over Blurr, he should have been more aggressive in his pursuit of the mouse rather than just assuming he'd always be under his thrall. This one persisted for longer, but he decided in the end that it couldn't be true, Blurr had always been receptive before and he hadn't had the mouse constantly under him. Something must have changed, and that was why he had defied Kin.

Kin didn't like being defied. It was a point of pride that he could make just about anyone cower, even people who were supposedly above him. The city was safe because of him, because he could strike terror into the hearts of villains, and he made sure everyone knew it, even other heroes. Heck, as far as he was concerned, there was no reason for there to be other heroes - he was the city's hero, that was all they needed, and anyone trying to get in on the gig was trying to make him look bad. He put up with it, because it wouldn't look good for him to be overtly hostile, but he made a point to do like what he did with Blurr, make them know that they were underneath him and that he was the boss. If Blurr could challenge that, then so could others...and he wasn't about to let his reputation be laid low by that. Not only that, but Blurr was his favorite bitch...losing that was almost just as bad.

It couldn't stand, and as soon as the sulking ended he went back into action. His mission was clear: find out what had given Blurr his boldness, destroy it, and make the mouse his bitch once more.

So his sulking ended, and he went back out with a purpose. Learning about Blurr, what might have changed him, who or what he might be able to target to fix the issue. It hadn't taken long; a few well-placed words to a couple of informants he knew, and he had the most likely cause: Blurr had taken up with someone else, someone called the Night Psiper. He'd never heard of this person, a surprise given that he'd faced down most of the villains in the city, and hearing that he'd swooped in and taken his bitch away from him, not to mention a villain taking it from a hero like him...well, it burned him up quite a bit. No way he could let that stand.

Once he knew what he needed to know, he went into action. No one seemed to know where this Night Psiper's lair was, so he started stalking Blurr, from as great a distance as he could, trying to catch him with anyone snake-like. It had taken a bit of time, but finally it had happened, he observed the mouse and snake going to a movie together, having dinner afterwards, and then heading to a place that he presumed wasn't Blurr's, given that it was a hidden underground lair near a lower-class area of the city. Though he couldn't follow them any further from there, he had all he needed...the temptation to attack them right then and there was powerful, but he resisted, as there was no guarantee that Blurr wouldn't join in against him. It would be easier to go one-on-one with Night Psiper, he was certain.

A couple days passed, Kin trying to keep a low profile in case he'd been made during his tracking. Then he started keeping watch, taking position atop a building near enough to the entry and watching for Night Psiper to arrive. On the second night, he saw the snake sneaking in. His heart began to race, a quiet snarl escaping his lips. Oh, that asshole would regret stealing his bitch away...

Ten minutes later, he was at the entrance, cracking his knuckles and readying himself for an attack. He would have liked to just break in with a flash, but he didn't want to attract attention, at least not yet - he might miss his chance to get his message across. Finesse wasn't exactly his strong suit, but he knew he had to get in and try to catch his prey by surprise...

It wasn't as hard as he expected, though. The panel on the ground that hid the entrance moved easily under his hands, no lock or anything trying to keep him out. Even more unexpected, he encountered no locks through the passage underneath the ground, a couple of strong doors completely unlocked. He almost felt like laughing - clearly this was a very overconfident villain, to not have any security! Kin was going to love taking him down a peg.

One last door was in his way, and he could see light through the cracks near the bottom. The sounds of life were beyond, he knew this was where his quarry was. With a sadistic grin, he charged up his blast, reared a fist back, and pounded the door in with a roar. In an instant he was charging in, covering the scant space between himself on the snake standing in the center of the room...just before he reached, though, his body froze in space, unable to move a muscle, locking up beyond his ability to overpower. "What the fuck?!"

"I'm guessing you didn't really do your research, Kinetic Cougar..." Night Psiper was scowling at him, looking unafraid of him despite the flashy entrance. "Did you really think I would've left things open for someone to just waltz in? For that matter, did you think I wouldn't be watching for you after you trailed me a few days ago?"

"Grrrr...the hell are you, some kind of psychic?"

"Psion, actually. Which you'd have known if you'd spent a little more time trying to figure me out. I don't need to be a mind reader to know why you're here, though...you're pissed off because Blurr stood up to you, so you decided you'd come threaten me since apparently I'm the reason he's not yours anymore. Am I right, or am I right?"

"You had no right! Blurr is my bitch, not yours, and you should've just stepped off and let me have him!" Kin struggled to move, eyes flashing dangerously at the serpent, wanting to tear him limb from limb for more than one reason now.

Night Psiper glared at him, not impressed by his anger. "Hmph. You're right about one thing...he isn't my 'bitch.' I respect him too much to degrade him that way. Perhaps you aren't that kind...but if he doesn't want to be yours, that's not any business of mine."

"Bullshit! You stole him away from me! You think I don't know when he started changing? I know you're the one who interfered...you told him to stay away from me or something!"

"I did nothing of the sort. If he wanted to keep letting you fuck him, I wouldn't have stood in his way at all. It was his desire not to have you in his life anymore, and he took it upon himself to, ah, express that to you in a fashion you couldn't ignore. I, personally, would recommend you respected that."

"Fuck you! He liked being a bitch. All of those wimpy little losers do, even if they say they don't. They know they like it! So what if I'm rough with them? They deserve it, that's how you know you're a bitch to a real male! If you aren't, you're not doing them the right way!"

"Some may like that...I can attest to having read that from some of the minds I've probed," Night Psiper replied tensely. "But not all the 'bitches' you've taken have liked it, have they? I read up a bit on you, Kinetic Cougar, you've got a bit of a reputation for this kind of thing, even though few talk about it openly. Blurr's not the first one to refuse you...just the first one who didn't run away in order to do so." Kin growled in frustration, unable to deny that fact, and very much not happy that the snake seemed to know more about him that he did about the snake. "Ironic, considering running is one of his specialties. But it's very strange...clearly you don't like it when they refuse you, but I sense a rather exceptional level of anger over it. You're not just angry that he refused you, if you were you wouldn't be coming after me, you'd be going after him. So why are you doing this? Perhaps I should take a peek inside your head..."

"Don't you dare!"

"Like you could keep me out if you wanted to." Kin suddenly felt a crawling inside his mind, and roared loudly as he tried to slap it away mentally. A chaotic mind was the hardest to probe, and emotion was definitely a good source of chaos. With some effort, he forced the psion to retreat, but it wasn't fast enough; Night Psiper had caught enough to have a sense of what was going on. "Well...that's not what I expected."

"You...damn you to hell!"

"Not the first time I've heard that. And here I thought the mighty Kinetic Cougar just wanted to make other heroes his bitches, put them in their place...I thought he didn't feel anything for them except dominance. And yet...I very clearly got the sense that you've been developing feelings for him."

The feline's anger was close to boiling over. Having the issue very clearly laid out for him was driving him nuts. He was a powerful, dominant creature, he shouldn't have been getting emotional over a bitch! They were just there for him to sate his desires and make him feel powerful and in control. Yet, he'd found himself more excited about Blurr than any of them...that he was enjoying him more than just as a dominant male over a bitch. As much as he'd tried to ignore them, they weren't going away...and when Blurr had rejected him, it had hurt him harder than it should have. He wanted Blurr back because he wanted Blurr...other bitches he could shrug off and move on, but not the mouse.

"I can hardly blame you for finding him desirable...after all, I'm in the same boat. But do you really think you could have a relationship with him the way you were treating him? You realize he hated it, right? That he didn't like the way you degraded him and made him feel terrible?"

"Oh, how do you know? Did you read his mind while you were fucking him, get all his little secrets out of his brain and into yours?"

"Of course not. You think I read his mind regularly? Maybe the first time or two we crossed paths, but not since then. I do that for a competitive advantage against my foes, or when I'm searching for information on something. It wouldn't be very respectful for me to do that to a lover, now, would it? No, I got it by the incredibly skilled deductive ability of making casual conversation with him. What, you thought he kept it a secret? He was eager to vent about it, let out some of the stress he had from your actions...I mostly just listened, offered sympathies and comfort, it wasn't something he wanted advice on. He knew what he wanted to do...I just let him build up the strength to do it."

"Well, maybe I could've won him over if I had a fair shake," Kin grunted, trying once again to get moving. At this point he just wanted to be free, though being able to get a nice pounding of that smug snake would've been a nice bonus. "I can make him feel damn good, long as I can figure out what he likes and dislikes I can make him mine again. You're not the only one allowed to compete for him!"

In response, the Night Psiper just laughed. "You think it's a competition? I don't care how many people he lays with. I care about him, and he cares about me, so I don't think there's any problem with him doing as he wishes. But if you really think you can get close to him..." The snake paused, looking at him contemplatively. "Do you even know his name?"

"What are you talking about? His name is Blurr."

"No, you simpleton. His name. His real name. The name he goes by when he's not doing his hero thing."

Kin was silent. Try as he might, he couldn't come up with it...all he knew him as was Blurr. Why would he ever have reason to know more than that? Wasn't that enough?

"Pitiful. You think you can have a real relationship hiding behind masks like that? His name isn't even something hidden, it's not something just a handful of people know, it's pretty much public knowledge. And you don't even know it. You aren't even in touch in the real him...if you think you have any chance of a real relationship with him without even that basic understanding, you're delusional."

"That's...that's not fair! I mean...he doesn't know my name, either!"

"Alduin." The voice came from the doorway, and by the look on his face the snake wasn't expecting it either. He let go of Kin, allowing the cougar to turn and face Blurr. The mouse looked at him coldly, the harshness making him feel unusually out of sorts.

"Gerald...how long have you been there?" Raji sounded unsure how to react to the mouse's presence.

"Long enough to hear what's been going on. I thought I'd heard it all, but..." Gerald stepped forward to Alduin, who found himself again immobilized, though he didn't know if it was the snake's doing or his own body failing to respond. "You seriously are pulling that card? The 'I'm secretly actually attracted to you' line?"

"It's...it's true..." It was the last thing the cougar wanted to admit, but there wasn't much point in denial right now anyway. "I didn't plan it that way, it just happened."

"And I suppose you trying to pound me to a pulp was just your way of showing you care about me? Threatening me was just your secret way of trying to say 'I love you' without coming out and saying it? What the hell made you think that I'd want to be with you when you treat me like garbage? When you knew I didn't like what you were doing and did it anyway?"

It was a question he couldn't really answer. Not because he didn't know, but because he did - he wanted things his way, and he enjoyed making smaller males his bitches. Even when they didn't want to be, which he had always known, deep down, that Gerald didn't. He claimed that the mouse did, but he never fully believed it, and in truth he preferred that they didn't, it made it all the more exciting. But he couldn't say that, couldn't bring the truth to the fore and have it wreck everything for sure.

"Thought so. You can say what you want, you can feel what you want. But I'm not going to play into it. I'm not your bitch, I don't want to be your bitch, and I know that the only way you want me is as your bitch. It's never going to happen. I found what I want - someone who cares about me, desires me, and makes me feel good. And if I ever find you bothering him again, you're going to wish you couldn't feel pain. Now get out."

The cougar wanted to protest, but for the first time perhaps in his life, he found himself cowed. The intensity from Gerald's gaze was brow-beating, and whatever he wanted to say died on his lips. His body moved again, but not at all the way he usually did - slumped over, defeated, distraught, he slunk out of the room, out through the open passage, hearing things shut behind him, almost a metaphor for his chances.

Back out on the street, he walked almost as if in a daze, heedless of the confused onlookers who had never seen the hero like this before. How could everything have gone so wrong...how could he have been so defeated that it made any of his enemies' brief victories look so pale in comparison? At the moment, he didn't really care - all he cared about was that it had happened, and he didn't know if he'd ever be the same again.

---

"I didn't know you were expecting company," Gerald remarked casually as Raji worked his mental magic to fix the dent in his innermost door and push it back closed. "Did I drop in at a bad time?"

"I think you know the answer to that. He thought he could hide from me...I was waiting for him to make his move. Didn't know when that would be, but I was ready for whenever it would be. You ended up being the unexpected one...I thought you'd gone home."

"I did. Then I decided to drop in and surprise you. Well, as much as you can be...figured you might see it coming, but it was worth a shot anyway. If I'd've known he was coming, I'd've been here sooner."

Raji chuckled. "Quite all right...you did surprise me, but it was a very pleasant surprise." With one last creak, the door straightened out fully, and Raji was able to relax. "I hope I didn't ruin the mood or anything..."

"Quite the contrary...getting the better of that big prick has me in the mood for a couple of big pricks." In the literal blink of an eye, Gerald had gone from full casual clothing to completely nude in front of Raji, grinning slyly at him.

"I...will never get tired of seeing that," the snake replied in an awed voice as he dropped his own shorts. "Or not seeing it, as it might be. You never cease to amaze me..."

"You still haven't seen the half of it." Gerald strode right up to Raji and wrapped his arms around the big snake, holding him close and rubbing up against him, getting them both nice and randy. "I'm full of surprises, even for a mind-reader like you..."

"You can surprise me anytime." Gerald's increasing boldness in recent weeks was definitely a pleasant surprise to Raji, he hadn't expected the mouse to be such a take-charge character. Getting through some rough patches had really been a boost to his confidence, and it was opening up new possibilities for the two of them.

But this was turning out to be beyond even the usual. With a sudden effort, Gerald took them to the ground, the two hitting hard against the solid floor. Raji was caught completely unaware as the mouse speedster ducked his head down and met his muzzle against the mamba's, engaging him in a deep kiss as he pushed himself onto Raji's twin spears. Both of them moaned together as pleasure enveloped them, not just at their point of contact but all over.

Soon their tongues were twined, wrapping around each other and wresting for control as Gerald bucked himself onto those large hemipenes, a slow but steady pace as he was far more engaged with the snake's mouth. Raji's longer, thinner tongue had the tactical advantage, sweeping and coiling around his with expert dexterity, but every now and then a sudden quick move gave Gerald the edge, wresting position from Raji and pushing back towards his mouth. The taste of him was just wonderful, the barest hint of his toxins adding just enough element of danger to make his heart race.

They kept at it for a couple minutes before finally breaking away, Gerald slowing his movements as he stared down at Raji with a passionate gaze. "You're a pretty damn good kisser, you know?"

"I am, am I? I confess that's not a usual part of my repertoire...but I might have to make it if it's that good."

"I think I'd like that. Now...brace yourself, we're gonna have some extra fun. And I mean REALLY brace yourself..."

Raji was so curious about what that meant, he was tempted to take a peek into the mouse's head to find out...but that would spoil it, and he certainly didn't want to do that. He took the hint as it was given to him, beefing up his resilience with a mental command so that he was certain nothing would give him any trouble. Once he was done, he gave Gerald a quick nod.

A moment later, Gerald started ramming himself down on Raji's cocks at top speed, going up and down on him faster than the snake could even see. The snake let out a violent hiss as his cocks were ferociously worked, the speed and friction igniting a raging burn in his sensitive flesh. It was unbelievable, they'd played a lot with his abilities before but not with Gerald's, and now he was wondering why they hadn't - it was like the most powerful vibrator ever was wrapped tightly around his shafts, intent on milking him dry with ruthlessness.

And the feeling was just as good on Gerald's end. He'd been wanting to try something like this for a while, and it was proving as good as he had hoped; those huge staves inside him also acted a lot like a vibrator, a huge one buzzing every part of his insides, and buzzing HARD, each motion like a full-on impact. His prostate was being pounded to oblivion, and it felt so fucking amazing that he couldn't stop himself from keeping up the incredible pace, trying to squeeze every bit of pleasure he could out of it before the inevitable finish.

With such astonishing speed, there was no hope of keeping it up for long. Both of them came in less than a minute, almost simultaneously crying out their ecstasies as they pumped out their seed, Gerald getting well filled while painting Raji's chest with his own. Only now did he still himself, not wanting to lose a drop of what his lover had to give by pulling out too quickly. His fingers held tightly onto the snake's arms, keeping himself stable as he clenched down around the fullness inside him, working him for every little bit until they were both exhausted. Finally, he dropped himself down onto Raji, heedless of the mess on him; the two wrapped their arms around each other as they laid on the floor, spent and sated.

"That was fucking...incredible...we'll have to do that again," Raji said breathlessly, getting a quiet laugh out of Gerald.

"I have every intention of that. Takes a lot out of us, though...good for a finale, don't you think?"

"A finale, a quickie, and any other time, in my book."

"Now don't say that, we've got so many other things we can do with your abilities. The sky's the limit...and maybe even that's selling it short."

"Mmm...I don't care where the limit is," Raji said with a lick to Gerald's nose. "Just so long as you're there with me."