“Did I wake you?”

He tried to say no, but something felt strange. Only after looking down did he realize. He was in snake form. Seeing this, his memories slowly returned. Scenes of being entangled with his brother in beast form imprinted in his mind one by one.

“It’s still night. You can sleep more.”

When he replied with “No,” Cyrus let out a small laugh.

“Why not?”

“I’m fully awake now.”

Cecil, who had returned to human form without realizing, answered curtly. His attitude was a bit rougher than usual, due to his complicated feelings. So Cyrus lay beside Cecil and gently stroked his head.

Large hands cupped his cheeks and played with his lips. The stars flowing outside the window looked like musical notes. It was impossible to tell who closed their eyes first. Very slowly, their lips met and their tongues intertwined. It was a kiss they couldn’t share in beast form. With fingers that snakes don’t possess, they intertwined their hands and desperately pulled each other close, never wanting to separate.

“Mmm…”

His lips were sucked, and a pleasant moan escaped. Long, firm arms wrapped around Cecil’s slender waist, and as their lower abdomens pressed together, their er*ect penises rubbed against each other. As their legs intertwined, their groins pressed together without a gap.

Cecil sobbed softly with a dreamy face. A tongue entered deep into his mouth, licking every part thoroughly. It felt like having s*x with the mouth. His legs trembled at the sensation of being penetrated by a tongue.

Smooth hands burrowed into his chest. As fingers tickled and stroked his er*ect n*pples and areolas, Cecil couldn’t bear it and tried to move his body away, causing their connected lips to separate with a smacking sound.

“Haa, haa.”

Cyrus’s gaze darkened. His sinister look resembled a predator hiding in the bushes. The moment Cecil instinctively tried to avoid it, Cyrus’s lips moved toward his chest.

“Ah!”

His er*ect n*pples began to be sucked frantically. A thigh came between his legs, forcibly preventing him from closing them. A tongue rolled around his n*pple and gently nibbled it.

“Cyru-s! Ah!”

Cecil sobbed with a sensual voice and tried to remove his brother’s face buried in his chest, but there was no strength in his hands. Cyrus was going crazy in his own way. Even when they were young, he had thought his brother’s areolas were large when seeing his n*ked body, but he never expected them to develop this way.

Cecil’s body had an incredibly obscene form, to put it simply. His thin bones and long limbs gave him a slender appearance, with a particularly narrow waist, and his ample b*ttocks compared to his narrow pelvis seemed perfect for receiving penetration.

Additionally, the flesh of his chest was extremely soft, and despite their narrow size, his dark areolas spread out large. They looked like drops of dark pink ink dropped on paper and allowed to spread.

Moreover, his n*pples were quite large, about half the size of Cyrus’s thinnest finger joint. It was like a body born to have its br*asts sucked by men.

Cyrus panted like a thirsty dog, sucking and licking his brother’s br*asts wildly. Though he heard voices letting out screaming-like moans at the sensation, he ignored them all. He reached out and grabbed the thin wrist in one go, forcing it not to move, and though Cecil sobbed, he didn’t spare that either. He felt he needed to suck every part of his body from head to toe to be satisfied.

As his arms were raised above his head, Cecil tightly closed his eyes. Seeing the er*ect n*pples clearly in front of him, Cyrus buried his face again. As he sucked and licked both br*asts alternately, Cecil pushed the bed sheets wildly with his heels.

With that struggle, the blanket fell down, revealing Cecil’s fully er*ect p*nis. Sticky fluid was already on his lower abdomen, suggesting he had already ej*culated once. With his face still buried in Cecil’s chest, Cyrus raised only his gaze and smiled broadly.

“Did you cum while getting your br*asts sucked?”

“That’s not—hngh! Aahn…!”

“You’re making strange sounds. Feels good, doesn’t it, brother?”

Cyrus, who asked his brother teasingly with a mocking voice, moved his lips to the side. Then he began frantically licking the smooth, pinkish armpit without a single pubic hair.

“Not there, mmm! Nng! Nngh…!”

As lips touched a place he never expected anyone else to put their mouth on, Cecil struggled with all his might, but it was impossible to overcome his brother. Cyrus forcibly pinned Cecil down, embracing him so he couldn’t move at all, and sucked and coated the soft armpit with saliva to his heart’s content. He felt he wanted to pickle his entire body in his own bodily fluids.

As he sucked the flesh with slurping sounds, red marks remained. They were traces of intercourse that others couldn’t see. Satisfied with that sight, he kissed it with smacking sounds, and though Cecil sobbed with shame, Cyrus didn’t want to spare anything. So he also kissed the large n*pples alternately and slowly lowered his lips.

Seeing the pretty, concave navel, he inserted his tongue there too and licked it wildly. As he grabbed the slender waist to prevent escape, Cecil shook his head violently. It was a sight of him unable to control his body as ticklishness and s*xual sensation rose together.

“Ahnng…! Ah!”

Now his lips wandered around the groin area. Cyrus applied pressure to his lips, sucking the flesh and frantically rolling to leave his mark. He saw the stiffly er*ect p*nis. Despite having already ej*culated once, the still-excited p*nis was similar in color to beautiful flower petals and was extremely straight in shape.

Without hesitation, Cyrus took the p*nis in his mouth. He couldn’t count how much he had endured wanting to strip Cecil completely and do this whenever he saw him. He smiled faintly at the rather thick shaft filling his mouth. With such a seemingly just slender body type carrying such a p*nis, it was obvious that lustful types would want to lay Cecil down immediately if they saw him.

“Ah! No, ah! Ah!”

Cyrus forcibly opened his throat to receive his brother’s p*nis. Despite its pretty appearance, both the shaft and length were considerable, filling his mouth completely with the gl*ns catching in his throat. It felt like being choked. The gl*ns pressed against his uvula, making him feel like vomiting, but Cyrus forcibly endured even that. He wanted to receive his brother’s s*men in his mouth.

With his face buried between his legs, moving his head up and down, saliva dripped down, messily staining Cecil’s groin. Thinking that his brother was getting dirty because of him, blood rushed to his head and p*nis, making his pants wet.

When he narrowed his mouth to apply pressure, Cecil began to struggle and wail. It was a sight of him unable to bear the s*xual sensation rising to the extreme, but Cyrus didn’t stop.

s*men gushed from the tip of the gl*ns, and Cyrus opened his throat to receive all that fluid. He didn’t want to miss a single drop of anything that belonged to his brother. Every drop of his blood, every piece of his flesh belonged entirely to him.

“Ahnngh…!”

Cecil finally screamed and began to pour out s*men in spurts. It was a large amount of thick, viscous fluid. The quantity was so abundant that s*men leaked from Cyrus’s mouth, but he greedily licked up even the traces that flowed down his lips. The strong scent pierced his nose through his nasal passages.

“Huu, hu, hic…”

Cecil could be seen sobbing and trembling his legs. Cyrus sucked up even the s*men pooled in the urethra without leaving any behind, and only then did he kiss the thighs with smacking sounds. Each time his lips touched, the thighs quivered.

“No, more… Please…”

Cecil pleaded with sobs, but Cyrus had no intention of stopping. So he grabbed each knee and lifted them up, causing the large b*ttocks to face the ceiling. The exposed hole twitched with a clear color. Cecil struggled in panic, but there was no way he could overcome his brother’s strength.

Cyrus took small, heavy breaths as he stared intently at the hole ready to receive him. It was rather small compared to the large b*ttocks, but it had soft, tender flesh that seemed likely to stretch well.

Moreover, it had delicate wrinkles and a light color, giving an erotic impression, which Cyrus particularly liked. With such a light color, he was already excited about how dark it would become if he stirred it with his p*nis every day. He couldn’t contain his excitement at the thought of seeing him sobbing with a stretched, loosened hole with all its wrinkles smoothed out. Without hesitation, Cyrus buried his face.

“Aah!”

When the moist lips touched, Cecil struggled, but it merely amounted to shaking his plump b*ttocks.

Smack!

When Cyrus lightly slapped his b*ttocks telling him to stay still, Cecil, startled by the sound, abruptly stopped moving. Not missing that opportunity, Cyrus inserted his tongue into the hole. The reddened hole sucked on the invading flesh. It was a hole that could only be called a p*ssy, behaving so lewdly.

Cyrus extended his tongue, licking the inside and rubbing his lips, beginning to explore his brother’s p*ssy hole recklessly. Even without being penetrated by a p*nis, love fluid poured out, flowing down Cyrus’s chin. Cecil leaked p*ssy juice, recognizing his brother as his mate snake.

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Cecil burst into tears, unable to bear what unmistakably sounded like p*ssy-sucking noises. But Cyrus, disregarding his brother’s crying, wildly licked the inner walls, inserting his tongue to the root. Cecil couldn’t bear to look at his brother with his nose buried between his legs and tightly closed his eyes. He felt like he was going crazy with the ticklish, wet sensation below.

“Ah, nng, hnng…!”