Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 24

Padmava was Honoka's next appointment. Maybe thinking she would be able to dry off, the damp dark-skinned woman decided to walk outside. The wall of humidity and heat that assaulted her felt refreshing, warming her up while she sauntered across the courtyard, though it did little to make her less wet. Halfway across, Honoka regretted her decision as she slumped along, still worn out from her hat trick earlier and sweat mingling with her overall dampness.

How do people live without AC? Honoka asked herself, not even able to admire the architecture like she would ordinarily. She glanced around nervously as she walked now. Honoka couldn't place it, and nothing seemed out of place or sounded abnormal, but she felt like she was being watched. Chalking it up to dungeon weirdness, the black woman hurried her pace and hurried inside the main building as quickly as she possible.

"Moooooom! Where's my stick?!"

Honoka dodged out of the way of a speeding green train, Jaya rushing past wearing athletic goggles and a white jersey uniform with a red number eleven on it.

"Hi, Honoka mom! Bye!" Then the energetic child disappeared around a corner before Honoka said anything.

"Here is your stick!" Padmava entered the room, two hands on one side holding a large yellow lacrosse stick, waving it around. Jaya came back, grabbing the stick and giving a quick hug and snakey tongue kiss on her mother's cheek before scooping up a surprised Honoka and receiving the same snake tongue on her own cheek, the kid waving while she zoomed out the door.

Honoka wasn't expecting the affection, but as she wiped the copious saliva off her face, she smiled and warmed inside. Is this what it feels like to raise a child? Honoka asked herself, enjoying the emotions.

"All the kids are homeschooled down here, though only the Lair has any significant underage population." Padmava wore a gold silk robe with small black designs lining the edges, folding both sets of arms while she watched her daughter cross the courtyard at the same speed as a car. "An enterprising young man formed a sports club. He is making money hand over fist because every parent is desperate to toss their kids out of the house and someplace safe for a few hours every day."

"I'd like to watch any games she plays in, if that's ok," Honoka said, also following the girl when she opened the front gate and slithered out. "I'm sure the rest of the girls would like to as well."

Padmava practically glowed, immensely happy at showing off her daughter to her wives, planting a lot of snake tongue all over the front of Honoka's face. "I'll forward the game schedule to Diane. Jaya won't know what to do with an entire cheer section in the stands."

"We'll make signs, wear face paint." Honoka wiped her face clean. Although the monstrous peculiarities of her wives grew on her, Racial love remained a messy business.

"Ha! That'll show those uppity Wimbledons!" Then the naga sagged, her hood drooping as she despondently led the way back into the house. "Aruna hasn't returned home yet."

"Is he alright? Do you know where he is?"

"I have no idea," Padmava said, worry written all over her scaled face. "I'm only a little concerned - alright, a lot! - because this isn't the first time he's done this. When his father died, he delved thirty floors down and stayed away for five days. I hired a guild still friendly to me to track him and bring him home."

"Does he have his phone?" Honoka asked, reaching up and putting her hand on one of Padmava's warm arms.

The naga shook her head, opening the door to her bedroom and slithering in. "It isn't that simple. Outside of Harvardtown and a few safe zones on some floors, Di-Fi doesn't work in most of the dungeon. Communication is the hardest part of delving. And even if he did find a safe zone, he's mad at me and probably turned his phone off."

Honoka heard the tears behind the words, reaching around and hugging the large snakewoman's waist. "Whatever you need, whenever you need it, ask and we'll be there."

"Thank you." Padmava reached down and hugged back, the two of them taking their time to give and receive comfort.

"Changing the subject, Quinn's been texting nonstop to the wives since you finished and I need to say, I'm a little jealous and frustrated," Padmava said, locking the door and removing her robe. Underneath, the filled out a black longline strapless corset that mixed sheer with peekaboo lace in a kind of half-teddy style. The underwire did its job and both scaly breasts pressed together, all previously unnoticed because of the looseness of the robe. Honoka was so transfixed upon her tracts of land the black woman had to force her gaze downward to witness Padmava's bare pussy. At the moment, only a slim purple slit, the woman not yet receiving any foreplay, but Honoka was eager to oblige.

"What are you jealous of?" Honoka asked honestly, leering and drooling a bit at those luscious breasts pressed so high and tight.

"If I'd known I wouldn't receive any points when collected, I would have saved that tailjob for a later date." Padmava coiled around Honoka and slithered behind her, using both sets of arms to take off the tank and PJs at the same time. "Now how am I supposed to break over forty points in just an hour?"

"You were mind-blowing, nothing wrong with a repeat performance." Honoka had been mostly flaccid but a pair of hands reached around to caress her black cock to life.

"No, I understand the most important rule to a happy sex life is variety." Guiding the black woman backward with her other set of hands, Honoka found herself lounging on a bed made of Padmava's body, a few loose coils looping back around to keep her in place. The black hermaphrodite's head was situated below those two glorious breasts, close enough to wear them as a hat.

Honoka couldn't resist and reached up, groping over the corset and enjoying the feeling of the warm scales underneath. Padmava hissed out a moan, her forked tongue shooting down and licking along Honoka's hands in appreciation.

"Do you know that I used to own a small shop before the Change and my family moved down here?" Padmava asked while she slowly lurched her body in the direction of the bathroom, keeping her hands busy along Honoka's hard penis and the other hands lightly kneading her shoulders. "I was a licensed masseuse and had been trained by my family in ayurveda. Though there was nothing explicit done or offered, I played up the sex sells philosophy and called my place Kāma Sensual."

"What's ayurveda?" Now in the steaming bathroom, Honoka was washed over by the most relaxing combination of scents. The strongest was something Americans didn't care for, the pungent burnt odor of sesame seed oil, followed by a musky, earthy smell and all of it emphasized with a sweet fruity floral. It didn't seem like these would go together, but Honoka immediately felt relaxed and light.

"Ayurveda is an Indian way of bringing harmony between the body and nature. Strong scents, deep massages and oil rubs bringing healing and rejuvenation." Padmava emphasized her spiel by taking a jug of oil that the smell came from and liberally coating Honoka's naked body in it, then skillfully took her four hands and slowly worked it into Honoka's dark skin. "With your temperament and...Racial peculiarities, I pegged you as possessing a strong Vata dominant dosha, or Air aligned energy type. Ashwagandha, licorice and passionflower in a sesame base should do wonders in bringing you back into balance."

Honoka was already in love with this, noticing the difference in technique from other massages she previously experienced. Mostly, Padmava kept pouring the warm oil over her regularly, like the idea was to cleanse the body with the oil or use it to pull out the impurities in her body, the essence and odor filling her entirely and bringing her peace. The naga's other three hands kneaded her tense muscles but also poking in strange ways, like not just her tissues but also nerves and bones got worked on. It was intense. Honoka turned to jelly as she lost what felt like hours to the sensations. Particular attention was given to Honoka's scalp, and that head massage was so erotically charged Honoka moaned in pleasure while fifteen fingers danced and worked into every hair follicle. Neither was her penis forgotten, her shaft kept hard from the ministrations but only enough to bring her up to a point before other parts of her body were attended to.

"Now that you are nice and relaxed, let's flip you over and work on your back."

Honoka had become putty, smiling a dopey grin without realizing what flipping onto her front meant when the massage table was a woman, but her eyes opened wide when Padmava used her hands and tail to flip her around, easing Honoka in slowly to hilt herself all the way into the naga's giant snatch. The oil Padmava used was a perfect lubricant, Honoka's massive tool fitting in without any problems despite the naga's only mild arousal. Honoka grew excited as she relished the differences, mostly in size but also feeling the warm scales all along the front of her body was blissful and inviting. Mainly, though, Honoka realized that not only were naga's warm-blooded, but they must live at over a hundred degrees because her pussy wasn't just warm, it boiled inside. If Honoka wasn't slowly introduced to the warmth of the heated oil, she might have hissed and worried about burns. As it was, right now, it felt like Honoka was sixteen inches inside a jacuzzi while Padmava worked her ayurveda magic on Honoka's backside.

"At the end of the day," Padmava said, licking Honoka's ear as she spoke softly and sensually, "when I think about how lucky I was to know my husband, I believe he would have liked to meet you." The tensest parts of Honoka's body were her shoulders and the naga worked them harder than anywhere else, eliciting groans that escaped from a primal place inside Honoka. "You are like him if you can believe it. Soft spoken, caring beyond measure, more concerned for others than is good for you. Passionate."

Padmava did not move her hips, nor was Honoka moving at all, both locked in place as one woman, neither gyrating to the most carnal of dances. However, when Padmava said passionate, she clenched her vagina and then released, a simple motion that sent a shock into the chocolate futa. The naga's warm hands continued their massage working and kneading every inch of her, even along the cameled folds of her labia majora, but only teasing around the outside, increasing her arousal gently without inflaming her to monumental need and lust. The whole effort slowly built from the start, like hiking the long trail up a mountain instead of a roller coaster screaming to the peak.

"I love my husband, he was such a generous man and an amazing father." Another clench, longer this time, holding around Honoka's now throbbing shaft, some precum already drooling out of the sides of Padmava's pussy. "I honestly don't know how I survived an entire year without him."

Honoka barely paid attention, her body completely relaxed even as she felt herself climbing to an orgasm. It was a strange disconnect like her body was going to just let it happen instead of the usual frantic need and release. She really possessed no comparison to what she experienced, another clench and the tip of her knob flexed with a feeling that enveloped her entire body but didn't cause her to contract, only her penis now regularly pumped at the base without any input from the rest of her body and she readied for the coming torrent.

"We talked about having another child, but he died before that happened." Leaning down, her mouth next to Honoka's as she clenched down one last time, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't take the potions."

It was too late, Honoka's hips giving an involuntary push downward as her semen shot into the hot hole and quickly flooded the tight chamber, spurting out in all directions over the naga's scaled body. In a panic, Honoka tried to pull out, never mind being far too late. Padmava held onto her like a woman possessed and pushed the black woman even more inside, jizz spilling out like a broken fire hydrant.

"Yes! Give me your seed, give me a child!" Amid Honoka's ongoing orgasm, the naga woman shuddered in her own climax, the idea of becoming pregnant enough to finish the MILF off.

Honoka was also - in the lizard part of her brain - aroused beyond caring at knowing this was going to lead to a baby. As if her penis understood such base thoughts, the volume of her cum increased and the two women became drenched while Honoka wrapped her arms around the waist of her wife and screamed a cry of joy and possessive need into her corseted bosom. A few minutes later, Honoka stopped cumming and the two lay there, on the stone floor, the white flood quickly absorbed by the dungeon.

Still riding off the emotional high, Honoka finally found the strength to lift her head up and look Padmava in the eye. She is so beautiful, Honoka thought, pulling her flaccid self out of Padmava's hole and crawling up to give the naga a passionate kiss.

"Thank you," Honoka said, running her hand along the generous, scaled mouth, "but you probably just made a lot of girls very angry."

"They don't know," Padmava said with tears in her eyes, using her arms and tail to prop herself up and return the kiss with her tongue, "what it means to lose a spouse. Tomorrow could be too late."

"Still, it might have been more politick to talk to them first."

Padmava turned away, her scales glowing a little red in color when she blushed, gently guiding both of them to the large and steaming bath. "It wasn't entirely without thinking about them. Nagas possess a little known ability similar to snakes: we can store sperm in our bodies for years before fertilizing an egg. Essentially, while you will eventually be responsible for impregnating me, it is my choice when that will happen."

"That's..." When they both entered the bath and soaked, Honoka burst out laughing and couldn't stop. Padmava, still blushing, joined in quickly. Soon, the bathroom rung with laughter. This was how Diane found them when she came to announce Padmava was way over time and the succubus had a schedule to keep.