Chapter 124: Lamia, Shirasgal (3)
But Shirasgal didn't even have the spare breath to respond to my words.
"Oh... ooh♡ hoooh♡"
And that made sense—she was still climaxing from that single thrust.
Shirasgal had already screwed over two top-tier dispensers before me, but even after chugging two loads of my satyros semen that forced her into heat, it was hard to believe her shitty pussy could handle it like this.
Of course, those two dispensers ahead of me had probably fallen victim to the mild venom from Shirasgal's fangs.
Thanks to that, she'd devoured them both without paying a dime—like a free meal—and the victims themselves had no will to report her. They'd become living dildos, ditching everything to come running whenever she called.
But unlike them, I hadn't gotten bitten, and even if I had, all the elixirs I'd guzzled over time had built up my resistance. It wasn't full poison immunity, but it was close enough that her venom was useless against me.
In other words, a one-trick pony like Shirasgal, who relied solely on her fang venom and shitty pussy, had terrible matchup against someone like me.
"Our pussy and cock match up pretty well, though."
Even as she lost her mind, her pussy clenched around my cock—kkuuk, kkuuk—and unlike her mouth-pussy that barely scraped by with five fingers, this one deserved a solid score.
Though that was partly because I hadn't sampled powerhouses like Lilith, Hoaran, or Yustitia's pussies yet.
"Heave-ho."
Anyway, I'd rate Shirasgal's pussy later.
For now, I unwound the tail coiled around my body.
It was fucking uncomfortable being tied up so tight—I couldn't even thrust properly.
"Hweh...?"
"Coming back to your senses?"
By the time I'd almost fully untangled her tail, focus returned to Shirasgal's dazed eyes.
When I spoke to her, she realized her tail was completely off me—and that I was gripping the tip. She stammered, opening her mouth.
"...H-how... long was I...?"
"About five minutes?"
Pluck.
I peeled the tail off my waist and pinned her down.
"You're lucid now, so let's keep going?"
"W-wait... right now...!"
Wait, my ass.
I'd already waited plenty while unwrapping her tail from my waist, and holding back after just sticking it in had reached my limit.
So I ignored her and slammed my hips down.
Tzupuuuk♡
"Hrooook♡♡"
One downward thrust buried my cock in her pussy, and she shuddered like she'd been impaled, climaxing hard.
No...
"Hey, customer? Isn't your pussy a bit too shitty?"
Even if my semen had hypersensitized her pussy, this was beyond pathetic—it didn't even deserve the name.
"Wh-what can I do... it's always been this... this sh-shitty...♡"
I had no fucking clue what she was saying.
Her tongue lolled out from that single thrust, words slurring and leaking everywhere—impossible to make out.
Hmm...
"Whatever, doesn't matter."
I'd wondered what to do, but then it hit me: this bet ended when one of us begged to stop crying. Simple.
And whatever she was babbling, it wasn't crying for mercy.
So whether her pussy was shitty or not, it didn't fucking matter.
Time to take care of my cock, which I'd been blue-balling since earlier.
"I'll cum once first, then we talk. Customer."
"Th-that's—hnguuut♡"
Talk later—after I pulled out. So I ignored her and rocked my hips freely.
Tzup tzup tzup tzuupuk...♡
"Gaaah...♡ Hyaaak♡ Gaaah ooohk♡ R-right there...♡ C-cumming again♡♡"
I had no idea what the fuck she was saying anyway.
And the few bits that sounded like words didn't last.
"Ooh♡ Oh♡ Hoooh♡ Hrooooh♡ Hooooh♡"
Any attempt at speech was fleeting—then it was just her beastly howls and climaxes every time I plunged in.
"Hroooh♡ Ooh♡"
By the way, her shitty pussy came every single thrust, but the way it clenched—kkuuk, kkuuk—was top-class.
Shitty hole, first-rate grip. Unexpected, but a good unexpected.
Anyway, I was getting close, so I grabbed her waist and started thrusting in earnest for release.
Her pussy gripped nice as-is, but at this pace, it'd take an hour.
Plung♡ Plung♡ Plung♡ Plung♡ Puuuk♡
Lifting her waist from below, I used her pussy like an onahole purely for my cum—rough and selfish. She thrashed wildly, no more beastly writhing.
"~~~~~~~~♡"
Her tail flailed as she convulsed.
She even tried wrapping the tip around my neck to shake me off—schlurp.
But her tail strength couldn't escape my pinning arms or pounding cock.
"Cumming, customer."
The phrase half-habit now, I slammed to the hilt and buried deep.
Too bad my 30cm beast couldn't quite reach her womb entrance.
Didn't matter—I erupted inside.
Byuurut♡ Byuurrrrut♡ Byuurrrrut—♡
My cock flooded her pussy, surging and filling her up.
Tzubuup.
As I kept lightly rocking through the orgasm, something untouched brushed my tip.
"Hm...?"
Felt familiar—kkuuk, kkuuk at the end.
"...For real, your pussy's shitty but everything else is first-rate, huh? Customer?"
Never expected her womb to come greet my cock mid-cum.
"Ahe...♡"
Shirasgal, her pussy's owner, just had her long tongue out, mind broken.
Hard to ask what she'd said earlier now.
But whatever...
Chuuueup♡
Her descended womb sucked and milked my tip greedily—details could wait.
"Three, four more loads, then we'll talk?"
"Hhehe...?"
Her blank face responded to my words like that.
Yeah, I got it—definitely a "sure."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
If not, I'd apologize later.
My spent cock plunged back in, stirring her up.
After ten more loads, I figured that was enough and let her recover. Once lucid, Shirasgal surrendered immediately.
And I learned how her shitty pussy broke two top dispensers like me.
Not much different from what I'd guessed.
"So, venom to force heat, tail to trap 'em till they cum?"
"Y-yeshe...♡ Chuuup...♡ Chlurp...♡"
That method let her shitty pussy pull it off.
Just park the cock inside—no movement, wait for his release. Time-consuming sex.
Basically, inject venom over time via tail entanglement till exhaustion.
Snake-like, but reversed—real snakes have males persistently courting till the female opens up.
Anyway, those top dispensers, pickled in venom, became slaves and even shielded her. That's why Lilith couldn't punish her directly. Confession secured—my job done.
So...
I stroked Shirasgal's head as she meekly sucked my cock with both hands post-surrender.
"That's pretty fucking shitty, huh?"
"Hik...?!"
She flinched at my words.
I pushed her forehead, pulling her off my cock.
"So, time to apologize, customer?"
"S-sorry...!"
Not to me.
The real apologies go to those two dispensers detoxing in the clinic.
"P-please... just spare my pussy. I'm begging...!"
But seeing her grovel and tremble softened me up.
Shouldn't...
Originally, I'd hand the recording to Lilith and call it. But that'd doom Shirasgal.
No choice.
She'd get utterly wrecked by Lilith, so I showed mercy.
"Fangs."
"Y-yes...?"
"I win, you give me your fangs, right? I'll take 'em."
"Th-that was just symbolic...!"
I tsksed, and she slammed her head down again.
To reassure the terrified, tail-clenching Shirasgal, I said gently.
"Won't yank both—just one. But pull this shit again, and I'll rip the other. Got it?"
I lifted her chin.
She trembled, staring up.
Tears welled in her eyes, but bitch tears didn't faze me like a woman's might.
Plus, this was mercy—better me than Lilith.
"Open wide, customer."
"Y-yes...!"
Her mouth gaped—creeeak. I pinched her right fang between thumb and index.
Twisted and yanked.
Popshk—!
"Haak...!"
Pain twisted her face as the whole fang came out.
But more importantly... drip, drip—blood beaded on it. I pocketed it casually.
"Don't forget to apologize to those two dispensers later."
Lamia fangs grew once in a lifetime—but only venom ones. Non-venom ones regrow endlessly. One yanked? Perfect punishment.
Lilith would've ripped both.
I was just educating this area's troublemaker on Lilith's orders and securing proof—not ripping a full pair.
"Even without me, don't fuck around and meet another like me. Got it?"
Unlikely—two guys immune to lamia fangs? Nah.
As she nodded in terror, something popped into mind.
"Oh, and... five stars. Don't forget?"
Dock even one for the tooth? I'll hunt you down and take the other.