As soon as the word slipped out of my lips, I find myself on my back on the bed with his hands grab my wrist in a death grip and his pelvis pressed on top of mine.

The snakes are awake. I thought as I feel movements against my thigh and lower belly. For a split second, I feel horrified, but then I remember it's my husband, that this will happen sooner or later, and I'd prefer to have it my way, in my term, not under some sick surveillance of a bunch of strangers.

So I lock my ankles on his back.

At this point, I can see the veins around his eyes bulging, and the blackness on his eyes seeps through them.

He looks demonic.

He looks deadly.

He looks lethal.

And he is all mine.

I push my chest to him and kiss him along the jaw. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" I whisper on his ear, nipping it lightly only for him to grab my wrists tighter, it is a bit painful, but I won't back away now.

Instead of answering my question, he pushes himself away from me, I'm locking my legs around him tighter not wanting him to break the spell. But instead of moving away, he stays there, on me, just moving away to look at my body. Slowly he raise his hands, I can feel his palm turning rough sending goosebumps all over me, and soon enough, I smell that intoxicating, addicting smell of him.

Smells like the ground and hot summer day, a bit like a flame but fresh like the wind.

And I can't get enough.

So I inhale deeply, taking all in me. I feel his touch on my thighs, up to my hips, when his hands move further up he push my lingerie up with it, leaving my skin bare for his touch and his eyes. I can see how his dark skin contrasting with my pale skin beautifully, how the size of his palm swallows the size of my waist, and up to my breast.

His eyes and around it is pitch black. Now the black veins have reach his cheeks and some even down under his jaw. Is he going to turn black all over when we make love?

With my hands free I reach for his chest, feeling it, and up to his shoulders. When his rough hands squeeze my breast I can't take it anymore, I reach for him and bring him down to me, kissing him along his jaw, down to the rough patch of the side of his neck, along his collar bone, and I hear it.

My wife.

Surely I'm imagining it.

My female.

I hear it but at the same time, I don't.

Mine.

All the mysteries are forgotten as he starts to kiss me. Just like I kissed him. Along my jaw, to my ear, down to my neck, he even nips at my shoulder. As his hands found their playground on my breast and the movement against my lower belly become frantically active, I move my hand lower to his... things, I hear him hiss.

Last chance to back up, wife.

Half of his face is now black, not dark color, but pitch black, I cannot tell where his eyes and his skin meets as everything seamlessly blend into one color, black.

"Never," I tell him confidently.

ZER:

There are noises in my head, buzzing, busy noises. I hear things but at the same time, I don't. All I can focus on is the beautiful female underneath me. My penises are going crazy, looking for a warm female hole to fill, and I know my wife will be more than warm and more than willing to let me fill her.

Why?

Her legs locking on my back, as her poor attempt to keep me in place, little does she knows her strength is laughable, she might think she has me where she wants me, but actually, it is me who stay where she wants me, willingly. And how can I not? Seeing her with nothing but a flimsy piece of cloth wrapping her beautiful body was it for me.

And when she tells me she is mine... My hands squeeze the lumps meat on her chest tighter, And by the look on her face, or the sounds that she makes, I don't think she feels offended or even repulsed of my action.

"Zer..." Her soft voice breathes out my name and in the name of all universes, I feel my body swell with pride and... happiness?

"Please..." she speaks again. "Please Zer..."

Please what?

"Please get... intimate with me... now." She begs and she demands, and she begs again and she threatens until lastly, she begs.

"Please Zer... now... please... I cannot... please, don't make me wait, please... I cannot take it anymore... I need you, please..."

It pleases me to an extend I don't even know possible, to hear her beg, to hear her say my name in that tone.

I like it very, very much.

"Then I promise you I will make you like it even more... just please," She begs again as she reaches for my pants, tugging it down. And this time I cannot deny her, not when my need is arguably stronger than hers. From the moment I carry her inside our home, I've wanted her.

I unlock her legs around me and push her legs further apart.

Look at me.

And her dreamy, glossy eyes find mine.

Keep your eyes on me. Don't look down.

"Why?" Her tiny voice sounds unhappy.

If you as much as gazing away from my eyes, I will stop.

She frowns but nods at last. So I slowly take off my pants, and all three of my penises are moving towards her. I can see her eyes widen for a moment and she bit her lips.

I will take care of you.

I think as place one palm on her cheek, and the other to guide one to her opening, surprisingly, she is drenched already.

"I want you," She says shyly, answering my unspoken question. "I want you so badly."

My hands roaming on her, I cannot decide which part of her I like the most. Do I like the soft and supple part of her chest? Or do I like how her stomach flatten and becomes hollow with every breath she takes? Do I like how slender her arms are? Or do I like how she curves from the bottom of her breast down to her hips?

She looks amazing. And she feels even better. Although she lacks muscles mass which I think is necessary, her softness make up for all she lacks, and now I feel her like this, I'm not sure if I want her softness replace by the hardness of muscles.

But would her muscle feels soft too?

Every time I graze my fingertips to her skin, I can feel her breath shortened and she shivers, she is watching me with her hooded eyes, keeping her words to keep her eyes on me.

I, on the other hand, made no promise.

So I take her body with my hungry eyes, I've wanted to see her underneath me from the moment I carry her inside our home. I've wanted to put my hands on her skin since then. I have wanted to know, if she feels as soft as she looks like.

But she feels much softer than she looks like.

I wonder how soft would she feel like... there.

Patience. I think again, to me, or to her I have no idea. I guide one head to her opening and push myself in.

Ahh...

She is warm, and wet, and tight, and wonderful. So I guide the second head inside her. As soon as I push the second one inside her, she stills, her breath stops and I can feel his nails digging my biceps.

Last one.

And she becomes unbelievably stiff. "Ju—Just... one second," She squirms under me. "They—you... oh!" Her whole body jumps and I feel her tightens even more. "Oh! God!" Her eyes wide open and the green part seems to slip to the back of his head. She stops breathing and I feel a rush of wetness around my penises inside her.

You've reached your climax. I think unbelievably. How come?

But she doesn't answer, instead her legs locked behind me again and I feel her toes curled. Her back arches and she let out a long, breathless moan.

A second rushes of wetness.

In a rush, I push the last penis inside her. All I know females only reach their climax once, if any at all. And that is when we, the male, suppose to release our sperm into their womb. If we passed that window then I cannot reproduce with her.

"God! Zer! Oh!" She tries to make a full sentence but instead, random noises come out of his lips. Again, and again I feel her tightens around me, and again, and again I feel her wetness flowing inside coating me. Her breathes are erratic, Her body jolts with the simplest movement my penises make, she keeps kicking the bed with the heels of her feet, her eyes are open but I can tell she sees nothing, her little fragile fingers tightly gripping me, as if she is afraid she'll slips into so something.

And that goes on for a while, as I enjoy the feeling of her wrapping me, hugging me, taking me, and how my name left her lips in a way that make it sounds like she cannot say anything else other than my name like she doesn't know how to speak anything other than my name like she doesn't remember any other word other than my name. And I will not lie to say how that unspeakable action fills me with pride, satisfaction, and even fulfillment.

"Zer..." She calls me, "I cannot... OH! No... no more... Zer..." And she let out a long scream as I feel one of my penises rubbing an uneven spot inside of her. She burst out, liquid coming out of her and wetting my stomach down to my upper thighs.

I feel mine coming, just a little bit more. I feel the third one—the biggest penis now rubbing that spot of her while the rest of two penises coaxing the opening of her cervix.

It might be painful, but just for a second.

I think to tell her, but I'm not sure if she heard me as her back arching again and she is trying hard to catching her breath. When I feel my two penises slipping inside I hear her gritting her teeth in pain, I immediately angling my other penis to rub that spot on her even harder and faster, and when she screams once again, I feel my own release, my whole body still and every part of my muscles flexed, I bare my teeth and let out a low grunt that even sounds strange in own ears, but I never feel more satisfied in my life.

I'm content.

Ah... so this is what it feels like. I remember thinking as my mind comes back to me. I don't mind having this every day until I die.

Warning.

I faintly hear.

Warning.

What?

Warning.

I open my eyes, which I didn't realize were closed. And to my horror, I can see her, Kate, underneath me, unconscious.

Warning, hyperventilating.

Warning, erratic heartbeats.

Warning.

Warning.

What have I done?