Shadow of the Evil God

"Don't worry about it, dear," Cesar said softly. "You know how humans comfort their pets when they're in heat? Like this, while thinking about something else, they absentmindedly use their fingers, a cotton swab, or whatever small object to deal with it. I'm not having sex, I'm just taking care of a pet in heat to prevent her from causing me any trouble."

The insulting remark gave her some mental stimulation, and she twisted the snake's body even tighter. The snake's tail first swayed casually on the side of his cheek, then climbed up his back and wrapped around his neck tightly twice.

Cesar felt a strong sense of suffocation, but he didn't care. He carefully caressed and stimulated her cloaca while holding her rabbit-like breasts and biting her beads with his teeth, gnawing along the suffocation. This immediately gave her a pleasure that a snake shouldn't have.

As he continued to stimulate her breasts, the mammalian pleasure gradually intruded upon her serpentine nature. She gripped his shoulders, arched her back, and opened her mouth. Venom, mixed with saliva, dripped down her lips, slimy and glistening, yet carrying a deadly scent. At first, her eyes held only longing and satisfaction. But after Cesar explained how he had comforted his pet, resistance and reluctance took over. Now that she had experienced the mammalian pleasure, this resistance was tinged with unease and fear.

A variety of emotions mixed together, and a hint of delicate beauty appeared on her inhuman white porcelain face.

Cesar hooked her tighter and tighter, not only using his index finger, but also using his thumb and middle finger to trace her cloaca. She bent her waist lower and lower, her hips raised backward, and her two or three meter long tail became tighter and tighter. If she had two legs, she would have been stuck by now.

Her delicate cloaca was becoming increasingly slippery and contracting. Cesar lifted his finger and pressed it down, pressing it into the vagina. He felt it expand and contract slightly, swallowing most of his finger. The soft flesh wrapped around his knuckles, sucking relentlessly, and he could clearly feel its thirst for his seed.

"You're becoming more and more like a pet snake," Cesar said. "Do you think I'm insulting you, dear? I think I'm telling the truth—out-of-control rutting, and being soothed by fingers. Next time, I might even stop using my fingers. I could just find a branch and you'll be fine."

"Please forgive my loss of control, Master Prophet, I know, I feel it, but I can't accept it... Please don't..."

"You're being insincere," Cesar frowned. "Look who's clinging to whom? Can't you just let go? When we get to the Dragon Legacy, will you cling to me and tell me you're not a Snake Walker?"

Cesar pushed his finger deeper. There was a gap at the end of the smooth hole, and with a little pressure from his fingertips, it expanded softly, tightly holding his fingertips. The soft flesh in her cloaca was not only delicate, but also constantly secreted a greasy mucus, always slippery but not wet. It was different from the watery petals, but it had a different taste.

He hooked his index finger around her genitals and pressed his thumb against another functional part of the cloaca. He felt the soft flesh wrap around his fingertips, tightening slightly, refusing entry. When he started to play with both sides at the same time, the snake walker suddenly gasped with a bit of panic.

"Don't, don't use your fingers..."

Cesar looked at her and felt her snake tail slowly move down and wrap around his lower body, with the very end slightly teasing his head.

Chapter 484 You Little Snake

Of course, as Cesar had said, he was indeed focusing on something else. Because he already had his own physical senses. While experiencing two senses simultaneously could cause confusion, he sat there leaning against the wall, motionless, his fixed gaze fixed on the dome that sealed the True Dragon. Therefore, it wasn't difficult to distinguish the difference between the two senses.

The metal sphere had completely shattered, yet it still held. The indistinct remains of the true dragon curled up within it, like a frosty blue sculpture. Around it, thousands of arc-shaped fragments floated in the dazzling blood-red light, like dust dancing in the sun.

At first glance, the fragments appeared to be flying about in all directions, but in reality, they followed a certain pattern. Using the red light cast from the top of the shattered mountain, Cesar could discern their trajectory. It looked like a sphere with many nested rings, each rotating at a different speed, direction, and circumference, each composed of hundreds of fragments.

A careful observation revealed that the seemingly irregular fragments themselves also resembled some strange characters. Amidst the rotation, only the motionless real dragon hovered in the center of all the circles, sometimes approaching the direction of old Milava, and sometimes approaching the direction of the Snake Walker Ancestor, but because of the involvement of both sides, it always remained relatively still.

As the old emperor and the Firstborn tore and struggled, many fragments of blue frost fell from the True Dragon's body. It was unclear whether they were scales or flesh, but they were definitely its torn body parts. As they fell near Cesar, he heard Ajehe take a deep breath, and large pieces of blue frost swept over his body and flew towards Ajehe behind him. In this process, a large amount of debris stained his body, soaking his skin, and suddenly made him dizzy, as if he had been drunk.

These fragments were absorbed through his skin, causing him to feel an immediate discomfort. Who could tell what the current state of Old Milava and Snake Walker was? Were they still capable of thinking? How many fragments had fallen from the seal?

"Open your mouth."

As Cesar spoke, he opened his mouth and a large amount of blue mist like smoke gushed out, and saliva that was about to freeze into ice and snow oozed out of his mouth.

Snake Walker sniffed the mist and leaned in, biting his lips. Her soft, split tongue licked from the corner of his mouth, across his upper and lower lips, and then to the other corner. She withdrew her mist-stained tongue, pursed her lips, and let out a hazy moan, as if she had been drinking too much.

Then, she pulled her cleft lips apart, letting her jaw fall naturally, and moved closer to take in the lower half of his face. From his lips to his chin, she savored every inch of his misty skin.

The snake-walker's lips were not only warm and smooth, but also incredibly tight when closed and incredibly wide when open. From jaw to lip, he was enveloped in her mouth, her soft flesh pressed against every inch of skin. With her slick saliva, she sucked and swallowed, as if wanting to devour him whole. Her snake-like tongue had already penetrated his lips, wrapping tightly around his tongue, first licking it meticulously in his mouth, then meticulously wrapping around every inch of it, feeling soft and creamy, tightening and loosening from time to time.

Cesar held her upper cheek with one hand to prevent her from opening her mouth wider and swallowing his entire head down her throat. His other hand slid down her back, caressing her gradually tapering waist. She felt itchy all over, and not only did the snake tighten around her, but her fragrant, smooth upper body also rubbed against him, like a completely slimy and clinging snake.

When he stroked her lower back, her buttocks, a mixture of scales and skin, rose up, clamping his hand and rubbing it vigorously. Although this buttocks lacked the key hole, it felt wonderful to touch. The human skin part was white and delicate, soft to the touch, and the snake scale part was also extremely smooth, with a perfect texture.

Her tail had initially coiled around his neck, dangling against his chest, swaying slightly. Now it had entwined his small snake, its body tightening around his waist and abdomen, dragging him toward her chest, slowly sinking him into her embrace. As her tongue entwined in his mouth, his snake head suddenly softened, slipping under the grip of her tail, past a thin layer of scales, and touching her cloaca, which was secreting mucus.

Cesar saw her eyes widen slightly, her jasper-like pupils contracting, then dilating, her heart swirling with anxiety. After a few breaths, she forced her mouth shut and retracted her tongue, as if she felt she shouldn't be doing this. Even then, her soft breasts were still pressed against his, deformed, their white flesh bulging out to either side.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked. "Disorganized feelings, disorganized cognition, disorganized identity—which of these things have you figured out now? Am I an animal in your eyes, or are you a pet in my eyes? Is your blood more noble, or is my existence more noble? Wrapped around me and caressed by me, like a pet snake in heat, is this more tragic, or is it more tragic for a race on the verge of becoming myth to have sex with a hairless ape?"

She gasped softly, "You ask too many questions, Prophet..."

Cesar didn't say anything, just gripped the snake walker's hips and lifted it towards him. The snake's head, dripping with slime, rubbed lightly against the cloaca that was also secreting slime, and she let out another sweet but struggling moan.

"You don't run away, and you don't take the initiative, but you just keep pestering me.

” He said, “Are you trying to force me to have intercourse so you can have an excuse?”

“There are so many things I can’t figure out…”

"I naturally treat every race and every being equally, but your thoughts are your own business. If you still wish to transform, either curl up and wrap your tail around my wrist, treat yourself as my pet, and come with me. That way, I can forgive your many disrespects and treat you as just playing around, unable to suppress your nature. As for how to be forgiven without being a pet, you know how it works, right?"

"It's scary that there's no anger and confusion in your eyes..."

"Your offense is not unexpected."

"Master, please let it in... Master Prophet." Her snake tongue hissed. "I will do my best to restrain my words and actions and behave as a human being when I am with you. If I lose control for a moment and let my nature take over, I will also do my best to express my... apology."

Cesar reached out and parted the increasingly dense scales on her lower abdomen, revealing the cloaca he had already thoroughly felt, and peeled it open to either side. Once completely exposed, a pink bud blossomed between the scales, secreting a vast, honey-like mucus. The soft flesh within the cloaca was incredibly tender, smeared with translucent secretions. When pulled open, it even tangled with numerous threads, making it appear even more delicate.

He pressed his snake head against the soft flesh, sliding away from the slimy secretions, and then his body slid across the tender flesh. Under the friction, the snake walker gasped again, his lower abdomen heaving, and his waist twisting. Although the waist looked like a human, it was so thin and soft that it seemed to have no bones. As it twisted, it was like a snake without scales.

Cesar tried to tease her a few more times, but her pupils suddenly contracted, and her body tightened, squeezing him down the back and forcing him into her cloaca. The now fully stretched head slid in, pressing against a mass of soft flesh. Her mouth tightened, her eyes closed, and her neck arched upward, even revealing a few scales.

She tried to hold back her voice, but Cesar felt that her soft vagina was only half covered. So he reached out and grasped her hips, pushing them towards him. Instantly, she sank inside, and a cry immediately broke through her throat, echoing in the crevice of the cave.

His snake body sank completely inside her, its member, much thicker than a finger, pressing against her tender cloaca, stretching it wide open. The snake-walker's body alternately loosened and tightened against him, sliding back and forth along his back, waist, and legs, its scales rubbing against his skin. The two soft, white lumps of flesh swelled further, sometimes undulating as her slender, boneless waist arched backward, sometimes pressing against his chest as she hugged his back tightly.

Another cloud of dragon dust fell all over him. Cesar covered his dizzy head and opened his mouth, letting a large amount of blue saliva flow out of it. "Catch it, dear."

The snake-walker cupped his cheeks, licked his lips, sucked his saliva, and bit his skin. Finally, she opened her mouth completely, gripped his shoulders, and tilted her face upward to receive his saliva. She panted and moaned as she entangled her snake body around him, rubbing against his body, stirring inside her as she sank deeper.

"I feel dizzy, Master...ah...Master..."

"It's like drinking too much wine, you little snake." Cesar listened to her charming cries and felt that her expression became more charming, and even the snake body that was clinging to his body became soft.

"I don't know what drinking is, but it tastes...sweet and scary, and I..."

"If you're afraid of this gift, you can refuse it."

"No, please give it all to me, Master Prophet." The snake walker rubbed his scrotum with her tail, gently wrapping it around and squeezing it, as if to squeeze out his seed. Her snake tongue also followed Milava's example and wrapped around his ear, covering the entire auricle. "You are very sensitive there, right? Let me make it red, Master...ah..."

Ajeh continued to devour the scattered dust, likely with old Milava's tacit approval. Cesar could almost imagine the gaping maw of a giant gray wolf. More dizzying debris fell upon him, absorbed through his skin. He could feel his own woozy consciousness, and he could imagine the plight of the other people and beasts stained by the dust.

This was a critical moment. The more lucid he was, the better his position would be when the dragon's inheritance was distributed. Therefore, he fed the scattered dust absorbed by his body to the snake. Rational thought and the satiating of his longing raced side by side in his mind. He watched the dragon disintegrate while caressing the snake in his arms.

Her cloaca was actually quite small, normally sealed within the dense serpentine scales, completely invisible. Even when pried open, it was exquisitely delicate, as if it would tear apart with a single thrust. But the deeper he pushed, the more he felt its incredible capacity for expansion—as amazing as her throat, which could swallow a person whole. At this point, he completely abandoned his reservations, gripping her scaly hips tightly and thrusting hard, making her moans grow louder and her waist tremble and grow softer.

During the thrust, Cesar even

He stuffed his entire sack into her, sinking into her tender cloaca, where it was tightly wrapped by her soft flesh coated in sticky secretions, feeling as if it were being held and sucked. Her charming moans never ceased, and the sucking sensation inside her cloaca became stronger and stronger, until it was as if he had firmly grasped it, sucking in the sack along with it, contracting forcefully while feeling a continuous sucking sensation.

The feeling of pouring out is like an electric current passing through, making me feel numb and tingling.

Chapter 485: Desire for Flesh and Blood

Cesar clenched his fingers, grasping her scaly waist, but his gaze passed through hers, fixed on the scene beyond his body. The shattered metal seal was expanding, along with the thousands of shattered rings that made up it. Even its speed was accelerating, from a slow rotation to a completely invisible one.

They looked like a series of meteorite belts orbiting the planet, and their surfaces were covered with strange runes of the Kuna people.

Wherever the ring passed, the rocks collapsed and the ground shattered. The frenzied knights and beastmen were also caught up in it. First, their flesh and blood disintegrated and turned into bloody fragments, and then they were crushed into invisible dust, flying and scattering in the wind.

The old Emperor Milava, the Corpse Eater Blood and Bones, and the Serpent-Walker Ancestor all retreated. Only the young Milava, carrying the shadow of a true dragon, stepped forward. The next moment, he had passed through the circle that caused all things to disintegrate and approached the sealed true dragon. It seemed that the deceitful prophet was different from these foreign plunderers. The curled body of the true dragon also stretched out, as if calling him, attracting and responding to him.

This time, not only did Bloodbone rise, shouting for the Snake Walker Ancestor to break the seal, but even the barely discernible corpse on Old Milava's back raised its arms and howled in anger. The distant Wall of the Ancients seemed to echo, coalescing into a distant holy word, vowing to use its final will to support Emperor Fran in inheriting the legacy.

Cesar looked at Jirallo and thought to himself that the old man was beyond saving, completely assimilated by the collective consciousness of the Guna people. The thought that the Guna people of the endless grasslands were all extensions of this will struck Cesar as utterly bizarre. If the Guna people of the Tomb of the Wise were all bricks in the Wall of the Ancients, then what were the Guna people of the grasslands? Bricks that didn't know they were bricks?

With the support of the wise men and ancestors, the old emperor walked forward with the seal on his head. Every step he took caused the earth to shatter and countless cracks to appear.

At the same time, the First Serpent Walker opened its maw and devoured its own brood in one gulp, leaving not even the remnants of its armor untouched. It seemed it was using the lives of its offspring to counteract the damage done by the seal and catch up with Milava. Of course, Cesar considered it odd that the First Serpent Walker, now a serpent dragon with horns, wings, and claws that swam through the void, would still recognize its firstborn offspring.

"I see the shadow of death in your eyes...Who is it?"

Cesar came to his senses and found that the snake walker had fallen to the ground, her upper body straddling him, but they were still connected below. When he didn't answer, she suddenly lowered her body, her pupils erect, and her lips parted, like a snake entwined with its prey, ready to swallow it alive. Even so, her round breasts still pressed against his chest. She lowered her body, sliding to either side of his chest, greatly easing the tension.

After watching for a moment, he twisted his body wrapped in her snake body and reluctantly pulled his arm out, "Who else could it be?"

"Ancestor..."

As the snake walker spoke, his shoulders tensed and heaved softly. Wisps of cyan hair fell, covering his face like a curtain. At that moment, longing mixed with fear surged through her. Her mouth held its usual strange curve, but her eyes were wide, their pupils shrunk to a sliver. The bloodstained snake's tongue rested on her slightly parted lower lip, hissing unconsciously, adding a unique charm to her.

Cesar brushed the black hair away from her ear and brushed the snake scales around her eyes with his bloodstained fingers, causing them to gradually disappear. "Your ancestor was already a snake dragon," he whispered. "Sacrificing some descendants of the past to obtain more of the true dragon's legacy is not surprising."

"The First Ancestor is surrounded by many people like me," she said with fear.

"That means that before long, you too will become a source of nutrients," he said, "just like the eggs that are chewed up and eaten."

She retracted her snake tongue, then extended it again, licking the saliva from the corner of her mouth. "In this crazy tribe, if we want to have a future, we must look for answers outside the tribe... My prophet master..."

Cesar's fingers trailed down, caressing her neck and brushing away the remaining fine scales from her upper body. Finally, he caressed her from her heaving belly to between her breasts, practically stroking her entire upper body. She panted softly, her plump breasts heaving. Her full bosom trembled in his hands, rippling with alluring waves. Just by looking at the expression in her eyes, he knew this guy's suppressed desire, once aroused, would be endless, potentially entangled for days and nights. Snake mating...

"Turn around," he said. "I've already proven you're not a pet. I need to consider other options."

The snake-walker stared at him for a moment, as if about to say something, but then stopped short and simply untangled itself, leaving its own coiled body in a heap on the ground for him to deal with.

Cesar let out a soft breath and was about to stand when she lowered her head and peered over him. In a flash, their noses brushed, and then her plump breasts brushed against his cheeks, a part of her body still unfamiliar to her. Then, her arms stretched out to her sides, her hands resting on the ground at his waist, bent to support her upper body, as she crawled down his chest like a human lizard.

The snake crawls very fast.

Quickly, in the blink of an eye, her cheek was already close to the middle of his legs. This guy looked like a human, but he moved sometimes like a snake and sometimes like a lizard. It was really weird.

Soon, the Snake Walker's chest pressed against his lower abdomen, and her snake belly pressed against his chest. Her emerald green nails gradually moved downward, skimming across his abdomen and stroking his small snake, slowly teasing it twice, even bringing her nose close to sniff. Then, she actually opened her mouth and took it in.

Her slimy tongue curled along his snake head, entwined the grooves on the edge of the snake head, and then wrapped around it twice. His snake body immediately stood up in her mouth. She swallowed the snake head first, sucked it lightly twice, and the snake tongue stretched out from her lips and wrapped around it tightly. Then her lips continued to move down, swallowing the snake body that was longer than her throat whole.

It squeezed straight through her tight mouth and sank deep into her throat.

Cesar felt the soft tongue wrapped around the snake's body, the soft lips kissing the root, and the snake's head sank deep into her throat, wrapped tightly and densely by the slippery soft flesh on both sides.

There was no particular technique to her swallowing, only a deep, tight swallowing. The structure of her mouth and throat was distinct from that of a human. The delicate flesh of her cheeks wrapped around the snake's body, constantly rubbing and squeezing it, while the soft flesh of her throat pressed the snake's head, sucking it continuously, sending waves of tingling pleasure. He had already released his load once and then wasted no time, but now she sucked so vigorously that another surge of fluid surged up, tightly clamping down her throat and pouring into her stomach.

After swallowing the slime, the snake walker squinted and turned around, licking the corner of her lips while gently teasing her cyan snake tail against her cloaca. Seeing this, Cesar said nothing more. He hooked one hand around the tender flesh of her cloaca and quickly fiddled with it twice, while his other hand was already stroking the bloody scales on both sides of her cloaca.

The snake walker cried out softly, clutching his thigh with one hand and his body with the other, panting uncontrollably. As her scales faded, the new flesh of her cloaca seemed even more sensitive, incredibly tender to the touch. When he brushed his fingers across it, it enveloped his fingertips in layers, secreting more mucus.

Cesar took a deep breath, and while stroking her snake belly down to reveal the outline of her legs, he pushed his lower body forward a little. With this push, his little snake immediately slid into her plump breasts and squeezed into her delicate snow-white slit.

The snake walker couldn't help but pull his arms together, wrapping his chest tightly. The soft white flesh immediately put pressure on the snake's head and body. The ditch was unfathomable. When he explored the end, he only managed to squeeze out a small part of the snake's head due to friction.

She extended her tongue and licked through the crack at the front, picking up a stream of muddy fluid that splashed onto her cheek, which she licked clean the next moment. Then another stream of sticky fluid fell on her plump breasts. She lowered her head as usual and licked along her snow-white fruit, from the delicate skin to the very end, making the tender red beads tremble on the tip of her tongue.

The snake-walker seemed to sense a certain amusement, cupping her breasts with both hands and unexpectedly wrapping her arms around his body, squeezing it. As she squeezed, she teased with her tongue and kissed with her soft lips, instantly infusing her with intense stimulation and pressure. Cesar's thrusts grew harder, and she moaned softly as his fingers moved in and out. Her plump buttocks, gradually losing their scales, shook and swayed in his other hand.

As if sensing the changes beneath her, she turned her head and stared at her parted thighs with a look of surprise. But she didn't forget to hold onto his snake-like body, her index finger raised, and her fingertip and tongue together caressing his sensitive spot. Her legs spread further and further apart, first her thighs, then her knees, and all the way down her calves.

By this time, her buttocks had completely shed their snake scales, and she knelt facing him. Her towering buttocks were white and large, her skin as white as snow, not only smooth and plump, but also dripping with slime from the buttocks. The hole behind her body also separated from the petals in front of her body, each side was extremely delicate and exuded a gorgeous luster.

"Is that... enough?" The snake walker stared back at Cesar, her voice a mix of confusion and tenderness. Her serpentine nature still gripped her, and her legs wouldn't separate at the ankles, forming a single, over half-meter-long, cyan tail.

Cesar stared into her emerald eyes. "You green snake... you're clinging to a male just after your first experience? How long does it take your ancestor to do it?"

The Snake Walker licked her lips again. "Once a month," she said, "lasting several days and nights without interruption. Each time, she consumes two or three of the offspring and eggs to replenish her nutrients. Furthermore, she weakens the dozen or so males involved in the mating process, and some even collapse and die upon leaving the house."

"Human desires aren't as strong and long-lasting as yours," Cesar said. "Now turn around, with your back to me. I'm going to use some magic. If you don't separate your legs later, you'll still be floating or crawling on the ground."

"The path of the prophet..." Her tongue hissed as it quickly licked a trace of mucus oozing from his snake head, then retracted it so quickly that it was almost imperceptible. "So, my master, you want to use just one short intercourse to satisfy my needs for an entire month, so that I can maintain complete rationality and complete wisdom for the rest of my life?"

Cesar licked her and it stood up straight again. This guy's saliva was full of desire.

Her strangely curved lips suddenly took on a strange allure. Though her scales had faded, the indigo rune lines still flickered across her neck. Combined with her long azure hair and jade-like eyes, she looked like a seductive yet dangerous green snake—the kind that devoured males while mating.

She was now on her knees, unable to stand because her legs were still folded like a snake's tail. Cesar grabbed her waist from behind, one hand in each of her two plump breasts. Unable to grasp them, he could only squeeze them with difficulty. She puffed out her breasts, laughing as he gripped her, as if she found some amusement in these mammalian organs.

Then, the green snake lifted its hips and looked back. "Will you come in? My prophetic master, time is running out. If you can satisfy my mother's desires in such a short time, which would take days and nights to satisfy, the time I would spend seeking knowledge would surely..."

Cesar pushed hard into her body, until he reached the small opening at the deepest part that kissed the head of his snake, and pushed it in again and again until it reached the bottom.

Their lips kissed, their tongues entwined, their hair tangled, and even the snaketail that stretched from her ankles wrapped around his waist. Despite this, her body trembled in pleasure, her fluids dripping from her petals, and the suppressed cries from her throat continued. If Cesar hadn't held her waist, tightly grasping her swaying flesh, she would have nearly collapsed.

They both came quickly, their slime mixing with the slime, weaving into a ball in her vagina. However, her deepest little mouth still held his snake head tightly, squeezing the snake shaft tightly inside. Every time his snake head swelled up, her little mouth would tighten, sucking on it, unable to even pull back, and could only stay on it and stir it.

"It's only been a moment," she said, licking her lips. "I already know what worldly desires are. They're not worth fearing at all. But I heard that the prophets of the true God control the desires of flesh and blood above the world, and they can satisfy any species. Is that true?"

"You're not calling me master anymore?"

"I just want to know if you can, Master Prophet." She was smiling, a charming and weird smile.

This meant that, according to her species' habits, Cesar would have to spend days and nights inside her, without a single moment's rest. If he couldn't, this intercourse would be meaningless, like a mere second of pleasure for a human. Ordinary methods were too time-consuming, and the differences between species were so staggering that they were virtually impossible to compensate for through mundane means. This was why he was forced to resort to the path of fleshly desire.

Cesar took a deep breath, instantly sensing the blessing of Analik filling the Tomb of the Wise. It contained both the sacrificial language of the Kuna and the sacrificial language of the Beastmen, representing their distinct interpretations and methods of worship. He accepted both without distinction, then began to release, the longing of both spirit and flesh pouring into her.

The moment he penetrated her again, her lips almost split open. When his fingers turned into boneless tentacles, tightly grasping her breasts and digging into every inch of her skin, her pupils almost dilated and she almost passed out.

Extremely intense desire took form, lingering around like a bloody mist, corroding not only the mind but also the order of reality. The scale of time seemed to stretch, and the boundaries between satisfaction blurred, forming an almost continuous wave that lifted consciousness ever higher into the sky.

Their intertwined bodies seemed to fuse, pouring forth wave after wave like ripples from a stone dropped into water. Those sensations constantly swept through their flesh and blood, as if to melt and disintegrate them, to achieve a more complete fusion through liquid.

The Snake Walker transformed into a green snake, then a snake-man, then a human, responding to his desire in every possible way. She twisted and twisted, entwining herself with him, sometimes face to face, sometimes clasped in his arms, sometimes kneeling on the ground, now straddling him, her mouth, oozing with slime and spasming, enveloping his serpentine body, thrusting back and forth. The relentless surge of sexual energy offered no respite or pause in this intense intercourse.

Her cheeks flushed, then covered with green snake scales, then turned snow-white, then flushed again. Those bright red beads seemed to ooze blood, swelling and rising between his fingers, stretching and deforming her breasts. As his fingers loosened, they bounced back, swaying up and down with her bouncing breasts, a wild sheen radiating from her skin. She was screaming.

"Prophet... Master, ah... My Master... I can't feel the passage of time, why..."

Why? He had always been extremely cautious about his desires for flesh and blood. He had never encountered a race like the Snake Walkers who required continuous intercourse for days and nights. How could he know why?

Cesar took a breath. "Desire that takes form will corrode..."