Alex lay there, his chest heaving violently, his entire body trembling from the aftershocks of the most intense release he had ever felt.
The room was silent, save for their ragged breathing.
Elena didn't pull away.
She didn't reach for a towel or look for a tissue to wipe the sticky white mess coating her palm and splattered across Alex's lower stomach.
Instead, she brought her hand up to her face, her eyes half-closed, sniffing deeply.
"You smell... incredible," she whispered, her voice sounding dazed, almost drunk.
The pheromones Alex was releasing were at their peak, filling the small room with the scent of spiced honey.
Then, she did something that made Alex's breath stop in his throat.
She extended her tongue and licked her hand. She cleaned her palm with slow, deliberate laps, tasting him like a cat cleaning its paw.
"E-Elena?" Alex squeaked, his face burning so hot he thought he might faint. "What are you..."
"Sweet," she murmured, ignoring him. She licked her fingers one by one, savoring the taste. "You taste just like you smell..."
She didn't stop there. Her gaze dropped to Alex's stomach, where the rest of his cum was pooling on his pale skin.
She leaned down.
"No, wait—!" Alex tried to push himself back up the pillow, but his limbs felt like jelly.
Elena pressed her hands onto his thighs to hold him steady, and then lowered her head. She licked his stomach clean.
"Ah!" Alex arched his back, his toes curling into the mattress.
Her tongue was rough, just like her hands, and the sensation of it dragging across his skin sent shivers down his spine.
It felt electric, raw, and humiliatingly good.
She swirled her tongue around his navel, cleaning every drop, her hot breath ghosting over his skin.
But as she moved lower, her eyes widened slightly.
His dick was still rock hard... but it looked different.
Usually, after such an intense release, Alex would have softened immediately.
But the Naagin bloodline was rewriting his biology in real-time.
The intense friction from Elena's hand, combined with the surge of energy from the climax, had accelerated the mutation in his most sensitive area.
The skin was peeling.
Just like his arm earlier, the friction had caused the old, tougher male skin on his cock to flake away.
It was coming off in thin, translucent layers, revealing something underneath that was lite pink like a baby's skin, glossy, and terrifyingly smooth.
Elena stopped licking his stomach.
She hovered over his crotch, her eyes fixed on the peeling skin.
A strange, primal instinct seemed to take over her.
"Let me clean it for you," Elena purred, ignoring his protest.
She reached out, her fingers brushing a loose flake of skin near the base.
"Let me take the old skin away."
"Elena, stop! It hurts!" Alex hissed.
He tried to scramble backward, his back hitting the headboard.
The new skin underneath was raw, hypersensitive, and not ready for the rough touch of her fingers.
It felt like an open wound that also happened to be the most pleasurable point on his body.
"Shh... it only hurts because you're fighting it," she whispered, her eyes dark and dilated.
She didn't use her hands this time. She lowered her face directly to his throbbing, peeling dick.
"Ah—!" Alex didn't scream, but the sound that left his throat was a strangled sob of pure sensory overload.
Her mouth was incredibly hot, a wet, suctioning void that engulfed him.
It wasn't like the rough handjob from before.
This was wet, enveloping warmth that soaked into the raw nerves of his shedding skin.
She took him in deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the remaining fluids from him.
But it was what she did next that shattered his mind.
She didn't just suck. She used her teeth to gently scrape.
She ran her incisors along the length of his shaft, not hard enough to cut, but with just enough pressure to catch the dead, peeling skin.
"Nnnngh! E-Elena... oh god!" Alex grabbed her wet hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
He meant to push her away, but his body betrayed him again, pulling her closer.
As she pulled back, she dragged her teeth upward, stripping away a large patch of dead skin.
The sensation was a blinding mix of stinging pain and ecstatic relief, like peeling a sunburn but a thousand times more intense.
"Yesss..." The Empress's voice hissed in his mind, sounding almost delirious with joy.
Elena pulled her head back with a wet pop.
She swallowed, a satisfied hum vibrating in her throat. She looked down at her handiwork.
Alex looked too, and his face went pale.
His dick was completely devoid of the old, rugged skin.
It was now a vibrant, healthy pink, smooth as glass, and glistening with saliva.
It looked incredibly delicate, almost feminine in its perfection, despite its size.
"It's so pretty..." Elena murmured, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the exposed, vibrant pink flesh.
She didn't give Alex a moment to recover.
With a hunger that defied all logic, she bobbed her head forward, engulfing the sensitive, freshly peeled head of his cock back into her mouth.
"NO! Elena, wait—!" Alex screamed, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeal.
The sensation was completely different from before.
If the previous handjob had been overstimulating, this was sensory annihilation.
The new skin, stripped of its protective callous layer, felt like it was made of raw nerves.
The warmth of her mouth felt like molten lava. The wet slickness of her tongue felt like velvet rubbing directly against his soul.
"Mmph... Slurp..." Elena didn't listen.
She hummed against him, the vibration buzzing through his shaft and straight into his prostate.
She tightened her lips, creating a vacuum seal that felt like she was trying to suck the marrow out of his bones.
"Ah! Ah! It's too... it's too much!" Alex thrashed on the bed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets.
He had just cum seconds ago.
Instead of softening, his cock seemed to swell even harder, the blood rushing into the new tissue to support the mutation.
The "refractory period" didn't exist.
"Look at that vitality," the Empress purred in his mind, watching the spectacle with glee. "Your body is producing yang energy faster than you can expel it. You are an endless fountain for her."
Elena seemed to realize this too.
She sensed that he wasn't going soft.
She picked up her pace, bobbing her head faster.
Her hand came up to cup his balls, which were tight and high against his body, kneading them gently.
"Slurp... Gawk... Gawk..." The wet, sloppy sounds of her enthusiasm filled the room.
She swirled her tongue around the sensitive ridge of the head, hitting the spot where the frenulum used to be, which was now just a smooth, hypersensitive line of pink skin.
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