Chapter 427: Two Holes

But no sooner had he whispered those words, Nala abruptly pulled back.

That sorrowful, trembling expression of hers, the one that had cracked even his calloused heart, was gone. In its place was a strict, commanding scowl that made even the air between them feel colder.

"You need to get out of the water, Cassius." Nala ordered.

Cassius blinked. "What—?"

"Back onto the boat, right now." She said, voice steely, no softness left in her tone. "I don’t like you swimming in here. I don’t care how much you insist it’s fine. You’re going up, on the boat. Sit there like a good boy...Now."

The shift in her caught him off guard. Cassius actually chuckled, brow cocking with disbelief, still floating with her in his arms.

"You don’t need to worry so much, Nala." He said, wading slightly backward, playful grin growing. "I was totally lying when I said I didn’t know how to swim. I’m good. Like, actually good. I can swim in a storming ocean if I have to. I’d come out grinning."

Nala just stared at him. Her arms folded now, and her thick tail flicked a splash across the lake’s surface behind her as she said,

"I. Don’t. Care."

"I don’t care if you can swim across ten oceans. I don’t care if you swim to the deepest parts of the lake. After the scare you gave me, I—I can’t stop seeing it." She confessed, voice suddenly tremoring with control. "Seeing you go under. Watching you sink. My heart’s still shaking."

"The moment I let go, it’ll feel like you’re going to drown again. I don’t want to see that...Not again. Now get on the boat, Cassius. Not to mention that you’re soaked, Cassius. The water’s cold this time of year, so unless you want a cold you better go back."

"I won’t catch a cold." He started, amused, waving her concern off. "I’m the same guy who survived having half his back scorched. If that didn’t kill me, a little cold won’t—"

WHAP!

Her tail slapped water against his face.

"Back on the boat." She said flatly. "I don’t care what excuses you have. Shove ’em back in your mouth. I’m not arguing. Get. On."

"You’re acting like my mother right now." He sputtered, laughing, rubbing water from his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed. "Not really. Mothers spank naughty boys when they don’t listen."

He paused.

Her tail rose ominously.

"And unless you want to be bent over my tail and spanked, Cassius, you’re going to do exactly what I said...Get. On. That. Boat."

He stared at her.

For one brief, vivid moment he imagined it: that glistening thick tail wrapping around his wrists, tugging him down over it, the sudden crack of it against his wet ass...

His face turned a little red and he sighed, smirking.

"Alright, alright. I get it. But you’re coming up too. You’ve been swimming around all day like a sea serpent, don’t think I didn’t notice. You’re probably more tired than I am."

Nala hesitated, flicked her gaze away.

"Fine." She muttered. "But you better not complain if the boat gets tight. My tail’s going to take up most of it."

"That just means I’ll get to touch you more. Feel you close. That’s a best-case scenario." Cassius just grinned.

She turned, hiding a flustered blush, as both of them made their way onto the boat.

Cassius took one end, easing back with a grunt as he sat. Nala’s tail, thick and muscular, swept across the other side like a great coiling serpent, taking up nearly all the space, leaving her no choice but to press herself against him,—chest to chest, hips against hips, tail curling over their legs. Water still dripped off both of them, their clothes clinging to their bodies.

"Ugh, it really is tight." Nala shifted awkwardly, rubbing up against his chest unintentionally. "I think I’m going back into the water after all, since it won’t be comfortable for you."

But before she could actually slither out, Cassius reached out, pulling her fully against his side without warning, wrapping his arms around her.

"Too bad. I don’t care if you’re tired or not. I just want to sit here with you. No one else."

And to make her understand how much he needed her, his lips brushed her neck, slow and hot. He kissed her once, then again, and she let out a high-pitched whimper as he dragged his mouth over the sensitive skin beneath her mouth.

"Aaahh...C-Cassius..."

His hands roamed down, cupping her rear beneath the wet cling of her dress, fingers kneading her soaked ass. Nala let out a gasping little moan, tail twitching behind her. Her hips rocked instinctively, but just as things began to get heady, she blinked, pulling back.

"Wait! Cassius, wait! Wai—ah, wait—!"

He looked up, panting slightly, hair dripping into his eyes. "What is it?"

"Your shirt." She pushed at his chest. "You have to take it off first. Your pants are fine, they’re made of that drying material, but your shirt, it’s soaking. That fabric doesn’t dry easy."

Cassius raised an eyebrow. "You’re seriously still worried about me getting a cold?"

"Yes!"

He opened his mouth to argue again, but then he stopped, and something sly crossed his face.

"Alright." He said smoothly, pulling her close with both arms again. "I’ll take it off."

Her eyes narrowed. "Just like that?"

"But of course..." He trailed off dramatically, giving her a helpless expression. "I’m shy."

She blinked.

"I can’t be the only one naked. That’d be embarrassing, wouldn’t it?"

"Cassius—"

"I think, for fairness...if I’m taking mine off..." His hands ran slowly up her back. "You should take off your sweater too."

She groaned, slapping his shoulder lightly. "You’re so transparent."

"And?"

"You’re just trying to get me naked."

"You caught me." He gave her a lopsided smile. "But what are you going to do about it? If you want me dry and healthy...well, I’ll need company." He leaned in close, brushing his lips just past her ear. "So...take it off."

She stared at him, expression unreadable and he expected a slap. A shove. An argument. But instead...

She looked down at him, her face still flushed but her voice level. "Honestly?...I can’t do anything about it."

Cassius blinked.

"If it were anyone else, I’d slap them and throw them into the lake. Let them drown in their own stupidity. But you..." She sighed, cheeks still burning. "You know I love you too much."

Cassius grinned.

"So if you really want me to take it off..." She grabbed the hem of her sweater. "Then I’ll do it."

And before he could blink again, she slid the sweater up and over her head in one smooth motion. Water trickled down her arms, across her glistening stomach and her plump breasts that were shimmering at the moment with the water running through the crevices.

She tossed the sweater aside and then smirked faintly. "And you’d probably insist I take the rest too."

"Nala—"

"I know you do." And before he could even say anything, she reached behind her back, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.

Snap.

She shrugged the straps down, peeled it forward, and let it slide down her arms.

And just like that, her breasts spilled free, slick, gorgeous, the cool air immediately kissing her skin. Full, heavy, perfectly shaped, her blue skin made them look like sculpted sapphire. Her nipples, deep violet, stood out firm and proud in the cool breeze, beaded from the water and air, like precious gems.

Cassius stared.

And instantly he was rock-hard.

His pants shifted painfully with the sudden tent his arousal pitched. Nala noticed, how could she not? She smirked again, leaning slightly forward so her wet breasts pressed softly against his chest.

"Well?" She teased. "Your turn...Shirt. Off."

Cassius was in a daze, his eyes locked on her breasts, their full, blue curves mesmerizing him. His fingers moved almost automatically, fumbling with the buttons of his white shirt.

He started to peel it off, the first few buttons undone, revealing his toned chest, but then he froze—his gaze catching something that snapped him out of his trance.

Nala’s body was nearly bare, her plump, juicy ass exposed, half-covered in shimmering white scales where her snake tail merged with her human-like upper half, the transition a tantalizing blend of smooth, plump human skin and sleek scales.

But one part of her remained covered, a small, plate-like attachment clung to her pelvis, concealing her pussy like a natural undergarment.

Cassius squinted, then leaned in slightly, his hands resting on his thighs. "...What is that?"

Nala blinked, her confident smirk instantly faltering.

Cassius tilted his head. "That thing. Down there. It’s not cloth, what even is that?" He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, lips quirking in confusion. "It looks like...armor. Like something knights wear to keep their balls from getting stabbed. You hiding some kind of medieval coochie defense system under there?"

Nala immediately flushed from cheeks to collarbone, her entire expression spiraling from seductive to mortified in the span of a heartbeat. She quickly slapped her hands over it, her tail giving a little twitch.

"It’s not that, Cassie! Ugh, it’s not armor! Gods, no! Why would I carry that around!?"

He raised a brow. "Then what is it?"

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before she mumbled. "It’s slither-wear."

Cassius blinked. "...slither-wear?"

She sighed, ears drooping slightly as she clutched the covering, still shielding it. "It’s the name I gave it. I know, it’s stupid. But listen. I can’t wear normal underwear, Cassius."

He blinked again, still shirtless and motionless.

"My body’s different." She continued, softer now. "My tail. My movement. Anything normal rides up, slips, gets caught. I tried. I really did. But it was awful. So I designed this." She ran her hand gently over the glassy surface. "It’s made of a special material. Slightly adhesive on the inside, just enough to stay put, covering everything it needs to cover. It’s comfortable...enough."

He tilted his head, expression softening. "But doesn’t it get...itchy? If it’s stuck to you all the time?"

"A bit." She gave a miserable nod, face still flushed. "Sometimes I feel little shifts. I have to peel it off to pee and reattach it...But I can’t walk around fully exposed all day, right? And this is the most convenient thing I’ve got."

Cassius exhaled through his nose and gave her a rare, thoughtful smile. "You’ve got your struggles too, huh..."

Then he reached out. His fingers slid gently across the surface of the plate, tracing along the subtle seam where her skin met it.

Nala flinched, but didn’t stop him. The plate was cool to the touch, smooth, almost like polished resin. But then he did something unexpected.

He tugged on it.

"C-Cassius?!"

Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing inward to which he looked up at her with a smirk, saying,

"I mean, let’s be real here...This counts as clothing."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"And the deal was..." He continued, fingers brushing teasingly along the edge of her slither-wear. "...you take off all your clothes, and I take off my shirt. All your clothes."

Her blush deepened several shades. "You can’t be serious..."

"Dead serious."

"Cassius!" She pouted, already squirming. "I’m topless. My breasts are out." She gave an exaggerated bounce, cupping them and pushing them up. "Look! I can jiggle them just like you like. See? Bounce-bounce-bounce~"

His lips clenched as she shook them right in front of his face, taunting him, wet flesh slapping together with a faint smack-smack under her own teasing rhythm.

"I can even smother you with them." She teased, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling his face right into the soft valley of her chest. He groaned into them, muffled, as she rubbed them against him. "You can suck on them all you want...ngh~ I know you love it when I do this..."

"I do love them." He admitted. "But that wasn’t the deal."

"Ugh...!" She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can’t I just leave that part alone? Please?"

Cassius raised an eyebrow about why she was embarrassed by this.

"It’s...It’s not like a human one." She muttered, her eyes dropping. "Not quite. I mean, it’s similar, but it looks different. And I’m scared you won’t like it. You might think it’s weird-looking. You might get grossed out, and then I’ll feel...stupid."

Cassius blinked, then leaned back.

And then, with a sudden expression of horror mixed with gleeful curiosity, he gasped.

"Wait. WAIT. You’re a snake! Male snakes have two dicks! Don’t tell me, do you have two pussies as well?! If that’s the case—!"

SMACK!

Her tail instantly whipped up and bonked him squarely on the head.

"Idiot! Of course not!" She barked. "Do you really think I’ve got two vaginas hiding down there!?"

"I mean...I was kinda hoping." Cassius laughed even harder, rubbing his head.

Her mouth dropped open in pure disbelief. "You’re excited by that!?"

"You gotta admit, Nala, that’d be one hell of a sight." He waggled his eyebrows. "Double the fun."

She gawked at him for a second—but then, watching the way he looked at her, without judgment, without even the slightest hint of disgust, her expression softened.

"...You really would accept everything about me, wouldn’t you?"

"Every damn scale."

She hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded slowly. "...Then don’t be disappointed."

His eyes snapped back to her.

"I don’t have two of those." She said, voice husky. "But I do have...two of something else."

"...Huh?"

She gestured vaguely downward, then reached for the plate with both hands.

"But promise me, Cassius. Don’t freak out. If you look scared, I swear, I’ll cry."

"I won’t. I swear."

And with that...she peeled it off.

Slowly.

His breath caught.

The seal broke with a faint sound, shhhlk, as the plate separated from her skin. She exhaled through her teeth as she exposed herself fully. And he stared. Hard.

Her pussy was...incredible.

Her vagina was distinctly different from a human’s, slightly larger, with plumper, more pronounced lips. The upper half was blue, matching her skin—while the lower half transitioned into white scales, creating a striking, almost artistic blend of colors.

The inner flesh, glistening with water and arousal, was a vivid purple, the same shade as her nipples, its erotic sheen making his heart race.

But the true star was her clitoris—or rather, clitorises.

Instead of one, she had two, merged into a single, forked structure that mirrored her twin tongues, poking out like the tip of a snake’s tongue.

Cassius’s arousal surged, his cock straining painfully in his pants, and Nala noticed, her blush deepening but her smile growing as she saw his reaction. She’d feared he’d find it strange, but his wide-eyed fascination told her otherwise.

"You...You like it?"

"...Like it? Nala, I’m dying."

She smiled, slow and proud, and suddenly bolder. "Good. Because that’s not all."

He blinked.

"There’s one more thing I have two of." She murmured, voice low and sultry now.

And before he could speak, she spread her pussy wide, both hands sliding to either side of her folds and pulling them apart.

"Look closely."

He leaned in, breath hot, eyes wide, and the moment he saw it, he reeled back in pure shock.

Inside her, between the wet folds of her purple cunt...there were two entrances.

Not one.

Two.

One on the left. One on the right. Both impossibly tight, delicate, quivering with need. Hollow, wet, warm, practically calling to him.

Cassius choked on his own spit. "Holy...f-fuck—!"

His cock throbbed so violently it hurt.

Nala giggled, cheeks red but proud now. "Not what you expected, huh?"

He looked up at her, panting, sweat and lakewater mixing on his skin. "Nala. You’re a fucking goddess."

"Then worship me." She grinned.