A Wizard's War - 25. Molting Ritual

“I’m truly sorry,” Zolgrim stated as he looked down at the ground.

“You did what you could,” Simon placed a reassuring hand on the serpent’s shoulder and smiled, “I thank you for your hospitality.”

The evening’s events had been memorable, and Simon was in awe; seeing and experiencing cultures and locales he had only ever read about. But the following morning, Zolgrim’s superiors had listened to the orc’s proposal and had summarily rejected it. Simon felt uncomfortable with Zolgrim’s look of dejection, as if he had failed to please his superior or someone dear to him. Simon could feel the effect he was having on the serpent, he had done the same to Tetlak, Connor, and Amos. It wasn’t intentional and there was no malice in it, but he wondered now if it was dangerous.

Simon turned to leave, resigned to the fact that the only way north now was to cross the Mythic Desert. He and his companions must prepare for the journey ahead. The orcs would be resilient to the harsh conditions and with their help Simon would press on. In the apartment, he found Fogrot and Rummert already ready to go. They packed light and expected to pillage whatever they needed. It had taken Simon a lot of convincing to curb their barbaric ways while they had stopped in Votu N’Saga.

“Humans not accept orc,” Rummert grumbled.

“So it seems,” Simon nodded, “We’ll have to cross the desert.”

They were all surprised by a knock at the door. Simon went to the outer entrance to the apartment and found Zolgrim waiting.

“Miss me already?” Simon laughed. Zolgrim looked sheepishly to the side and shuffled his clawed feet a bit.

“I was wondering…” Zolgrim spoke with uncertainty, “If you had to leave right away?”

“We should get going.”

“I understand,” Zolgrim nodded and turned away.

“What is it?”

“Well…” Zolgrim turned back hopeful, “I have begun my molting and it should happen any time now. It is tradition to share this time with family or friends, but since I became a priest… I do so alone.”

“Are we friends, Zolgrim?”

“I know it hasn’t been long since I’ve met you,” Zolgrim shuffled again, “Perhaps it would be presumptuous…”

“We could delay our travel for a time,” Simon replied hesitantly, “I’d like to know more about your customs anyway. But, spending this much time together… I can’t guarantee your vows remain unbroken. Surely, you’ve felt that too.”

“What is it about you?” Zolgrim asked as if he was daydreaming about all the things he wanted to do with Simon right there.

“I’m a wizard of sorts,” Simon confided, “I don’t fully understand it all myself yet.”

“Mirashtra told me a warlock. She could sense the demonic aura.”

“That…” Simon smiled, “Is a long story.”

“Will you tell him all the things you’ve done?” Yidian chuckled, “Before you add him to your list of conquests?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Zolgrim finally broke the awkward silence that had fallen, “Whatever happens, I want you to be there with me. Molting is a time of change and rebirth. You have changed something in me, made me feel things I never thought I would.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t…” these were the words that Simon had in his mind. He was begging to turn the serpent away and just continue his journey.

“We’d love to,” Yidian spoke through Simon’s lips, and Simon was ashamed because he’d let it happen. Zolgrim broke out into a sharp-toothed grin, his slitted reptilian eyes seemed to take on an eager, hungry shine.

“I will get everything ready,” Zolgrim nodded, “I will come escort you to my chambers later.”

“Sounds good,” Simon smiled weakly. His stomach felt in knots with worry and shame.

The midday came and went, and the temple fed their guests very well. The orcs ate greedily and chewed noisily. Simon didn’t feel very hungry.

“Not too late,” Fogrot spoke with his mouth full of meat, “We can still leave.”

“Maybe it would be best,” Simon nodded. He’d allowed the demon to accept the invitation, but it wasn’t too late to put things right by simply leaving.

“You want it,” Yidian coaxed temptingly, “It’s time you learn you can have everything you want. It’s yours to take; you are the Seeded One.”

“Maybe before we go,” Rummert added eagerly, “We fuck?”

“I think the boss already has that in mind,” Fogrot sneered knowingly.

“Great,” Rummert grabbed lewdly at his crotch and the massive bulge there, “Your seed make us strong for desert too.”

“He’s not going to fuck US, you dolt,” Fogrot snorted and Rummert looked confused.

“So, we have to fuck each other?” Rummert finally asked in disbelief.

Simon couldn’t help but laugh which only made Rummert look more confused.

“I’m not going to stop you,” Simon laughed harder, “If you want to fuck each other.”

Fogrot looked less amused as he grunted and grabbed more food.

“What?” Rummert asked, “What did I say?”

It was late in the afternoon when Zolgrim returned. The priest was not wearing his normal robes, but a sort of casual knitted poncho and trousers. The low neckline of the poncho exposed the gray and green scales on Zolgrim’s neck; they had begun to look dry and ready to peel, like the aftereffects of a bad sunburn.

“The itching is unbearable,” Zolgrim put a hand to his neck when he caught Simon looking.

“I can’t imagine,” Simon grimaced, “And it gets that way everywhere?”

“The tail is the worst…” Zolgrim shuddered exaggeratedly.

“Really?” Simon smiled, “Is it sensitive then? Your tail?”

Zolgrim looked shocked by the loaded and flirtatious question. Simon also seemed to remember himself as his smile quickly faded and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Let’s go,” Zolgrim held out an arm, “And I’ll show you…”

Simon felt his cock twitch anxiously. Yidian was ready to play.

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Zolgrim led Simon Kingmaker into his modest bed chamber. The priest’s quarters were deep in the labyrinthine depths of the temple and the walls were the chiseled sandstone deep beneath the earth. The bed also was a simple recess carved into the stone wall and lined with a mattress filled with straw and down. Zolgrim had made the space his own with an elaborately designed and colorful rug he’d purchased in the city. Other odds and ends lined several shelves, including several antique puzzle toys that Zolgrim had collected. To the right of those shelves, were all his books, mostly religious texts and volumes of study regarding the politics and religion of Raigar’s people.

Simon was immediately drawn to the bookshelf and Zolgrim watched the young man run a finger along the spines of the volumes, perusing the titles there.

“Quite the collection…” Simon commented and then his hand froze in midair as he looked down at a lower shelf.

“What is it?” Zolgrim asked as Simon looked surprised.

Simon reached down and grabbed a book from a lower shelf, a collection of children’s stories that Zolgrim had almost forgotten he owned.

“Tales of Meridiah,” Zolgrim smiled, “You know it?”

“One of my favorites growing up,” Simon nodded and looked at the book reverentially.

“There are not many copies here,” Zolgrim noted, “It was far more popular in the western countries that departed from the Votu Alliance. Many pilgrims sought to find new lands and opportunities across the Belamere River.”

“I know,” Simon looked at Zolgrim, now clutching the book to his chest, “I’m from Westwood.”

“Intriguing,” Zolgrim marveled, “How does someone from so far come to be in the service of the orcs of Kaska?”

“I want to tell you,” Simon seemed to just decide, “I want to tell you… everything.”

“I would be honored,” Zolgrim beamed, “But first, would you mind if I remove the poncho? It is ever so itchy.”

“No, please be comfortable,” Simon answered as he laid the children’s book down on top of the bookshelf hesitantly.

The priest’s torso was practically white with dry scales, but the stretched outer layer was hugging tightly to the strong pectoral muscles and rather pudgy gut of the serpent. Zolgrim itched absently and sighed with relief as he sat on the bed.

“I am ready when you are,” Zolgrim indicated a small table and two chairs at the opposite side of the room, where Zolgrim would eat meals alone. Simon crossed the space and sat down as he considered where to start.

“It all began when our family farm fell on hard times. My father devised a plan to save our livelihood by marrying me to the wealthy mayor of Westwood, named Bronn Hawthorn…”

Zolgrim listened to the story of Bronn’s seduction and his depraved plans for Simon. He recounted the events with Amos and Trent before the attack of the goblins. Goblins that led to a questionable salvation from the mysterious Auren Qualls. This sorcerer set many things in motion that could not be undone.

“Translated, the goblins had called me, the Seeded One.”

“Wait…” Zolgrim looked up sharply in alarm, “What?”

“The Seeded One,” Simon explained, “Auren explained it to be a gifted individual who would gain the power of another through their seed. But he left a lot out, which I have come to discover quite accidentally.”

“I’ve heard that phrase,” Zolgrim stood and went to his bookshelf. He began opening and then replacing texts as he tried to find the one for which he was searching.

“What is it?” Simon asked.

“Here,” Zolgrim looked down at the cover of the book and then read it aloud, “Prophesies and Foretelling by the Oracle Morgana.”

Zolgrim opened a page and placed the book in Simon’s hands. Simon scanned the page and the inane ramblings that were presented there.

“What is this?” Simon puzzled.

“Many people have studied Morgana,” Zolgrim explained, “But many just believed she was mad. Ideas and notions would come to her after the last Wizard War. But in the last two hundred thirty years since her death, many of the seemingly random notations put to paper by the woman came to pass exactly as she had written. Some are still debated by scholars at the Bastion and people devote their whole lives to the interpretation.”

“This all appears to be articulating proper rotation of crops and the phases of the moon…” Simon was baffled.

“This section here,” Zolgrim pointed down at the page. In midsentence the thoughts of the woman seemed to cease, and a new paragraph was formed, only three brief lines of text before the rest of the rambling commenced once more.

“Heralding the Seeded One,” Simon read aloud hesitantly, “For he shall be named so by his enemies. And the fate of all magic will be decided.”

“The wizards at the Bastion have had a time with this passage,” Zolgrim continued, “Of course they would be alarmed by any threat to their precious magic. But it has made that passage widely known and debated.”

“This is impossible,” Simon looked pale.

“This Auren character had to know,” Zolgrim wondered, “Why would he only give you fractions of the information? And the fact that he was the first to name you such would indicate that he was your enemy.”

“The goblins,” Simon clarified, “jeleko-ohn in their speech. They killed my parents. They were my enemy.”

“There is still much left to interpretation,” Zolgrim frowned and looked worried by what he saw on Simon’s face. He began to wonder if he should not have shown the text to the young man.

“May I borrow this book?” Simon asked observing the book as if it were breakable.

“It is yours,” Zolgrim placed a reassuring hand on Simon’s shoulders, “But I can tell you it is the only mention of the Seeded One in the entire book. Beyond that, it is quite a difficult read. I still support the idea that Morgana must have been a bit insane.”

Simon was silent as he flipped through a few pages and then closed the book, looking dumbfounded at the cover. Zolgrim gently took the book and set it on the table and then looked seriously into Simon’s dazzling emerald green eyes.

“I want to hear the rest,” Zolgrim pressed, “I’m sorry I interrupted you.”

“I don’t know,” Simon shrugged.

“You are who you are,” Zolgrim took his hand, “No book or anyone else can decide that for you. Perhaps this Auren character made a mistake. Maybe you won’t take the many branching paths that lead to this prediction. And if you are, who cares? People lived by the grace of the gods long before there was magic in our world.”

“The things I’ve experienced…” Simon spoke at length, “They make me believe I am special in some way. And perhaps, that is the most dangerous outcome of all.”

“We are all special,” Zolgrim disagreed, “We all have our parts to play in this life. Raigar guides us and Esther illuminates our path.”

“Then let me tell you about how I died,” Simon surprised Zolgrim and the serpent sat in the chair opposite him at the table with wide, eager eyes. Simon continued his story with the ceremony which imbued Simon with his demonic counterpart. He was forced to leave after the accidental death of Bronn and had a chance meeting with Connor on the road to Belamere’s Crossing. Zolgrim was fascinated by the werewolves of Graymere Falls and asked many questions. Then Simon retold the moments of his death and the realm of Meridiah.

“You actually died?” Zolgrim was stunned, “You were actually there?”

“Another demon of all things came to guide me,” Simon continued, “It seems that this Belothemid has plans for me. No matter what I do, every step I take I must wonder if it is expected. Has it all been planned out for me?”

“Tell me the rest,” Zolgrim urged, “How did you escape? What did you do?”

Simon referenced the book he had seen earlier, the Tales of Meridiah, and how some of the stories were partially accurate. The Mirror of Souls was an actual pool in the enchanted city of Volox Ofoon. With Simon’s body animated by the demonic presence they were able to reunite his soul with his more corporeal form. All of this, only to be captured and sold into slavery at the hands of the orcs. An event which led to trial by combat and the rise of a new orc king of Kaska.

“Hence the name, Simon Kingmaker,” Zolgrim looked in awe at the young man. He was magnificent to behold and even the power he sensed when they had met was only a fraction of what was beneath it all.

“That look,” Simon commented, “On your face… it is like reverence.”

“I can’t listen to a story like that and not agree,” Zolgrim spoke, “Maybe you are special. I’ve not met anyone like you.”

“But you see now,” Simon explained, “What you feel and experience around me could be the result of my magic. My untrained, unintentional power.”

“You didn’t want to be raped by Bronn or the orcs of Kaska,” Zolgrim spoke more harshly than he intended, “You didn’t ask to be used in this way by others for their own agenda.”

“But what if it was what I secretly wanted all along?” Simon moaned with tears in his eyes.

Zolgrim came to the boy and cupped a clawed hand on Simon’s cheek and brushed away a tear.

“You are who you are,” Zolgrim smiled, “I don’t need to be under any spell to be enchanted by you. And if I am, I can tell you it is the most comfortable and happy I’ve felt in years.”

Simon looked uncertain and hung his head down.

“You wouldn’t be worried about your influence around me,” Zolgrim commented, “If you didn’t feel what I feel. How I long to experience our bodies intertwined tonight.”

“I admit,” Simon stammered, “It has been on my mind since I caught you watching outside my apartment. A scaley serpent priest with two penises…”

“Don’t forget,” Zolgrim moved close breathing pleasantly next to Simon’s ear, “My forked tongue.”

Zolgrim licked the boy’s ear along the base of the lobe and then parted both halves to wrap around the outside and tickle the inner conch simultaneously. He felt Simon tense and shiver with the sensation. Zolgrim leaned back and the look they shared was sensual and intense. Zolgrim felt his groin stir and the soft hemipenes begin to swell.

Simon just tilted his head a bit, parted his lips and Zolgrim slipped his forked tongue inside. Zolgrim’s tongue rolled over and around inside his mouth as their lips met and Simon let out a moan. Zolgrim’s lips were rough and dry, and he tried to be cautious with Simon’s soft flesh around his sharp teeth. They parted and Simon was panting and out of breath.

“That was…” Simon sighed, “Amazing.”

“We have to stop for now, unfortunately.”

“Why?”

“This skin is coming off whether we want it to or not. I can tell it is time.”

Zolgrim rose and placed a small cushion on the ground which was in front of a small statue of Raigar. Zolgrim lit the candles around the miniature altar and then disrobed. He saw Simon catching his first look at the white scaley body with slightly yellower tones on the abdomen and pelvic region. Zolgrim’s long tail flexed as it was no longer restricted by clothing.

“I didn’t realize your tail was so long.”

“Yes,” Zolgrim smiled, “It is quite useful when your hands are full and you must grab something.”

Zolgrim knelt on the cushion and looked to Simon.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Should I disrobe as well?”

“Only if you want to,” Zolgrim laughed, “For me it is necessary when I shed my skin. First, I will pray.”

“I see,” Simon nodded blushing. He then knelt next to Zolgrim on the cushion. Their shoulders gently touching.

“Does it hurt?” Simon asked.

“No,” Zolgrim shook his head, “In fact it feels wonderful when it is gone. Like the sensation my tail feels when I do not wear trousers, but over my whole body. Free and liberated.”

“How do we begin?”

“I will say a prayer to Raigar. Thankful for this time of change.”

Simon sat respectfully silent next to Zolgrim as the serpent chanted and then leaned his head to the ground. Simon followed along, lowering before the idol out of deference. Zolgrim went on for some time giving thanks and bowing and sometimes just murmuring softly to himself as he reflected on his life since the last molting. Simon stayed quiet and followed along.

“Now for the only difficult part,” Zolgrim finally spoke to Simon, “Removing my face.”

Zolgrim made a ghoulish grimace of horror which made Simon chuckle. Then he ever so carefully used one of his sharp claws to split a small place on his forehead. He was delicate so as not to cut too deep and then he began to pull at the skin. Zolgrim was surprised when Simon gently helped him free a tough spot around his eyes and auditory canal. Zolgrim feared the boy would be repulsed and disturbed by Zolgrim’s serpentine custom, but he saw only patient curiosity.

With the head peeled back, Zolgrim stretched out on the ground and began to elongate and shorten his body to free himself of the outer layer of skin, sliding forward out of it.

“Your scales,” Simon whispered as he touched the newly exposed sections of the neck and shoulders, “They are so vibrant in color now. Shades of green, yellow, maybe even some blue.”

“The perfect exfoliation,” Zolgrim laughed, “Not as old and crusty as I appeared.”

“How do you move like that? As if your body is compressing.”

“Some of our ribs can separate. Not useful for much except for this.”

“Couldn’t it be useful for self-pleasure?”

“Is your mind always on sex?” Zolgrim teased as he finally freed his arms and began using them to slide his skin away, stepping out of them like clothes. He then pulled the skin from his tail like a wet glove.

“You are beautiful,” Simon whispered as he stood and placed a hand on Zolgrim’s chest. Zolgrim’s breath caught, but he couldn’t help but respond below the waist. There was no hiding the two fleshy, pink bulbs which were swelling and growing.

“I’d like to see you as well,” Zolgrim spoke. Simon contemplated and then began slowly undressing. Peeling his tunic off over his head and exposing his chiseled, muscular physique. Zolgrim grasped his strong upper arms and whistled.

“It’s not fair,” Zolgrim smiled, “You didn’t even have to put in the work to gain all this muscle.”

“It was never a priority to me,” Simon flexed, “But now that I have them… I love it.”

“I’d never looked at the male form and saw anything appealing, until I saw you.”

Simon had been on the verge of freeing his trousers and froze.

“Because of the magic,” Simon looked up with certainty, “This isn’t right.”

“No!” Zolgrim grabbed desperately for Simon’s hand, preventing him from reaching for his discarded shirt.

“We shouldn’t,” Simon persisted.

“You can’t leave me like this,” Zolgrim begged making Simon look at him, “I’ll always wonder. We both know what this is and I’m willingly accepting. I want to experience this with you, even if it is just for tonight. Tomorrow, I can resume my vows and you can cripple yourself with guilt about things you can’t control, but for right now… be here with me.”

Simon hesitated and seemed to consider.

“The demon is speaking to you?” Zolgrim deduced.

“Thoughts,” Simon nodded, “He or they rather are very eager to experience this night with you.”

“We just need you to say yes,” Zolgrim smiled, “And everyone has consented.”

Simon grunted with feigned disgust and then let his trousers fall to the ground. Zolgrim moved in and they began to kiss again, Zolgrim’s tongue moving around and over Simon’s. Before Zolgrim knew what was happening he was on his knees before the perfect example of a man and his forked tongue was playing its way over the massive cock. Simon moaned and set a hand on Zolgrim’s shoulder, using it to direct where to focus attention and when to go deeper.

“My turn,” Simon panted, and indicated for Zolgrim to sit in one of the chairs. Zolgrim sat and saw Simon lower himself, pulling the prayer cushion over to kneel on. Simon’s soft mouth and lips engulfed one of the swelling hemipenes and began to suck. Both dicks twitched and swelled in response. They were growing from soft pink masses to gradually tapering conical erections. The base thickened and formed a hardening bulb just above the scales. Simon’s tongue played over the tip and tasted the first drops of Zolgrim’s essence.

Simon moved on to the second cock, sucking and slurping noisily. The taste of Zolgrim seemed to arouse renewed and intense passion from Simon and the demon. They clearly wanted to taste some more. Simon was stroking and playing with the first cock in one hand while sucking the second. He’d occasionally switch from one to the other, using the opposite hand to stroke.

Simon came up for air after a time and smiled wickedly at Zolgrim. It was clear that Simon knew his effect on Zolgrim, the way he had made his will crumble and all thought leave his mind.

“You really are bad news, aren’t you?” Zolgrim rasped.

“There’s no going back now,” Simon laughed fiendishly, “I want to see if you can do it.”

“Do what?” Zolgrim looked confused.

“Pleasure yourself with that long, forked tongue and your separating ribs…” Simon waggled one of Zolgrim’s cocks as if it were obvious.

Zolgrim looked awkwardly down at his own swollen hemipenes, but it didn’t take long to comply with Simon’s request. He bent forward, stretching his body and began exploring one of his own cocks with his tongue. It felt better than he expected, and he was pleased by the taste of Simon’s lips on his own cock. While Zolgrim explored his own cock, Simon began to suck on the second cock.

In time, Simon had them switch off. Zolgrim wasn’t ready, but it had been so long since he’d experienced so much pleasure, Zolgrim began to shoot cum into Simon’s mouth. Simon grabbed the second cock away from Zolgrim greedily and began lapping up the cum spurting from the second cock as well. Zolgrim rolled his head back, spasming with his orgasm as Simon sucked the tip of both of cocks at once.

“Raigar’s beard!” Zolgrim exclaimed as his body slowly began to unclench from the intense waves of pleasure. Simon had become tender and was now only gently licking and caressing the semi-erect hemipenes.

“You taste different,” Simon commented, “The orcs are so bitter, but fill me with such raw power. You taste sweet and make me feel warm and comforted.”

For a while they moved to the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Looking back, Zolgrim would even think he’d fallen asleep for a little bit. Maybe Simon did too. But then they were kissing, and Simon’s massive erection was pressing between Zolgrim’s dual erections. The three penises rubbing together in perfect rhythm.

“You want to fuck us,” Simon was looking at Zolgrim hungrily.

“I do,” Zolgrim whispered in Simon’s ear and let his tongue explore again. Simon tensed with pleasure and his cock throbbed with excitement.

“That tongue,” Simon purred, “Not what I expected, but so fucking amazing.”

“Let’s get you ready,” Zolgrim spoke and then sat up in bed. He grasped Simon around the hips and lifted the young, hung stud’s ass up into the air. Simon was freshly washed and smelled of the natural soap the priests made from goat fat. Zolgrim parted the muscular cheeks and allowed his tongue to explore. The tip of the forked tongue flitted over Simon’s puckered opening and slowly began to wet it with slick saliva. Simon moaned loudly and clearly appreciated what Zolgrim was doing, so Zolgrim began to work faster and more intensely.

The more Zolgrim tongued and explored Simon’s tight hole, the more it opened and relaxed until Simon was practically pushing his ass back into Zolgrim’s face and Zolgrim had to stop for breath.

“That was…” Simon panted, “fucking perfect!”

“I need that tight hole,” Zolgrim growled in his most bestial voice. In other circumstances his gruff voice would have surprised him, but it was exactly what the situation required. Simon responded to the rough and demanding tone eagerly and begged Zolgrim to fuck him.

Zolgrim slipped his left cock into Simon’s ass, and it was so warm and smooth. Zolgrim eased it in and slowly expanded Simon’s ass with the tapering shaft. Then he stroked in and out down the elongating tip, expanding and thrusting deeper each time. Then with a growl, Zolgrim shoved the whole cock inside, and the large bulbous base pressed through. Simon’s rectum held it fast.

“Oh fuck!” Simon cried out, “Oh fuck, yes! Yes!”

Zolgrim enjoyed the sweet spasming of Simon’s tight hole around his whole cock for a moment and then pulled it out with a loud audible popping sound. Zolgrim quickly lined up the right cock and shoved it inside all the way to the base. Simon screamed again, begging and pleading. Zolgrim was concerned he’d gone too hard, but then he listened to the words.

“Please, fuck me,” Simon was saying, “Fuck me with your cocks!”

Each time Zolgrim withdrew, there was a wet popping sound as the bulbous base of his cock escaped Simon’s tight hole. Then he’d slam the other cock inside. One after another, he alternated and let each cock experience the hot warmth of Simon.

“You want more, don’t you?” Zolgrim finally spoke, he knew he was nearing another climax. He knew Simon would want all of his seed. And Zolgrim was desperate to give all his seed to satisfy Simon.

“I do!” Simon whimpered into the mattress, “Please punish me, give me more.”

“You asked for it, boy,” Zolgrim growled as he held his two cocks together, the pointed tips sliding inside of Simon’s loosened ass. The two together met a lot of resistance and Zolgrim momentarily worried it was too much.

“Is that it?” Simon looked back over a shoulder, “You know you want to give it all to me!”

It was all the motivation Zolgrim needed, he roared and slammed both cocks deep and plunged the thick bulbous bases into Simon. As soon as the hemipenes were locked in place copious amounts of fluid began to erupt inside of Simon. Zolgrim fell forward on Simon’s back and then took them both to their side. They lay locked together and Zolgrim just kept feeling more cum fill and fill the incredible stud.

“So much seed,” Simon sighed with satisfaction and turned to kiss Zolgrim. Zolgrim saw the glowing in Simon’s eyes, it was slightly unnerving, but he tried not to ruin the moment. They stayed locked together until Zolgrim’s deflating phalli eventually slid free on their own.

“Would you like a gift?” Simon asked after a moment and Zolgrim realized Simon had still been stroking his own massive erection, “It may change you.”

“I don’t know,” Zolgrim considered, “Others may notice… I still have duties here and people to answer to.”

“I’m getting close,” Simon urged silkily, “You’ll have to decide.”

“Only a taste,” Zolgrim finally decided, “Let me feel it on my new scales.”

Zolgrim pointed at his slightly yellow abdomen and Simon sat up, positioning himself in the right way. He stroked and at last began to orgasm. Cum sprayed out across Zolgrim’s chest and dripped down his shoulder. The second blast landed on the chest and last two spurted out on Zolgrim’s abdomen. Simon panted and smiled down at the cum-covered serpent.

“What?” Zolgrim didn’t like the wolfish grin on the boy’s face.

“You just want a taste, right?”

“Yes,” Zolgrim nodded.

Simon leaned over and licked a small amount of his own cum off Zolgrim’s abdomen and then moved up to meet Zolgrim’s mouth. The moment Zolgrim’s forked tongue touched it was like an electric shock of energy. The salty fluid was laced with such intense power that Zolgrim’s whole body felt rejuvenated. The molting had left his skin fresh and smooth, but Simon’s seed lessened the aches and pain in his joints and body. He felt younger and more limber than ever before. His stamina was so intensified that his spent cocks began to swell again.

“Shall we?” Simon asked as he began to sit down on Zolgrim’s cock.

Simon and Zolgrim remained intertwined and in a constant state of pleasure long into the night and come morning they woke with Zolgrim’s cocks still locked inside of Simon.