#hemipenis

content: hemipenes, dp, overstimulation, potential damage to books (we're pretending they're fine), barbs

You dreamed of a world where floors stopped falling out from under you. Alas, you did not live in that world. You lived in the world where a temple that had stood for some centuries decided that floors were optional the second you stepped into the temple’s library. The floor crumpled and fell, taking you with it. When you roused from unconsciousness, you reminded yourself to thank lucky stars that it wasn’t a long drop and that you had landed somewhere softer than the pile of rubble you’d expected. 

The whispering of movement was what had roused you, you realized, as it continued around you.  You felt a brief touch, something scaled and soft moving along your body. You heard somewhere farther away something sliding on stone. And then a rustling of paper. A word, something that existed in the air and in your mind at once, echoed a sparking. And then there was light. Ancient sconces blazed to life with a purple flame. What it illuminated was even stranger. 

Long serpentine bodies curled around stacks of books. Two limbs at the front of the beasts seemed to serve as both arms and legs. One held a book open while another used the limbs to climb over fallen stones towards you. They had long and thick tentacle-like protrusions on their faces with tufts of hair at the end in a dizzying array of colors. And their scales reflected opalescent under the flickering amethyst flame. And you realized with a start that you were laying on the coils of one as it loomed over you, its head tilted sideways like a quizzical cat as it watched you. 

“Book bringer?” It asked in that haunting voice that was at once in your head and out loud. 

People need to use sharkbait as a threat more…

Entering the doctor’s office with a quiet buzzing from inside me, I shudder to stifle my moan from stepping. The vibrator is stuck up my womb still, and of course I got one with an internal battery and no way to take it out now. 

“But… where’s the doctor…?” Looking around, I adjust my loose white shirt and skirt a bit to try and keep pressure from near there making it worse- “Above you~” Yelping in surprise, it turns into a sudden moan from my body tensing up on the vibrator inside me, panties being re-wet despite having just put them on. Again.

My thigh highs are all I’ve got close to proper, but the fact that my shoes are the loosest slippers I could find in a hurry, I really just look like a hot mess to the woman slithering down from the wall. She’s a long white lamia, the body easily enough to wrap me up completely, with just a white doctor’s coat on, and a pair of cute glasses. Her slit eyes travel across me, before I notice a smaller pair of black dots beneath the eyes, shuddering at her examination. 

She’s thick, with broad hips, enough to make me feel like a little girl compared to the size, and her tits are big enough I just wanna bury my head in them and fall asleep. With pale skin, ash grey scales going down her snake half, and a long tongue that flicks out of her mouth as she makes a quiet hiss, all tied up with a head of pitch black hair as dark as tar that reaches her neck in a neat ponytail… I’d say I’m in love, if only it weren’t likely vibrator induced pleasure speaking for me.

Finally, she speaks, her voice calm and patient, like a mother waiting for her child. But, the maturity sounds nothing but sensual… again, likely because I can’t turn this damned toy off! “I’m Irelia, what brought you into my office? I didn’t get your report yet.” I almost catch her mumbling in annoyance about the front desk, but I don’t really care, instead hurrying to not leave her waiting, even as I see how sexy her black tongue and mouth is… 

…

Crap, I’m supposed to speak! “R-right, uh, sorry. I-I’m Jane, and uh… I… um… may have gotten something… stuck…” Blushing bright red, I can’t even look her in the eyes.

Laughter snaps me out of my stupor, and looking up at her, she’s just smiling. “Haha, sorry, sorry. It’s just… you’re not the first to have this problem, y'know?" 

“W-wait, really?” Muscles relaxing, the pleasure returns, making me tense back up. 

With a nod, she slithers over to the table, gesturing for me to sit down with her clean looking hands, and I do so. “Yes, yes. Ever since that brand began releasing those wireless toys, it’s been at least once a quarter someone comes in with one stuck somewhere. The crazier part is how many of them are men, haha~” 

Cushioned pads covered by thin paper beneath me, I nod and lay back at her hand gestures. Her tail slowly slithers around me, gripping firmly, before I see her head looking down at me upside down. Her scales are smooth, especially the underside that’s actually a bit squishy and soft, being much warmer than the table I’m on, and I think it’s due to that long metal rod on the ceiling she must’ve been curled on when I walked in. A heating rod for her? I mean, snakes are cold blooded, right?

“So uh… how do you get this out? You’ve done it before, right?” Nodding with a smile, I catch a glint in her eyes, tongue flicking out. “Oh, yes yes I have, it’s honestly one of the least painful procedures I can do!” 

“O-oh, uh, alright. And how’s that?” 

Forked black tongue flicking out, a grin spreads across her face. “Ah… with my tongue~ just hold still and I’ll get this out of you in a jiffy~” 

Smooth scales across every inch of my body now, her soft hands hook my skirt and lift it up. It’s a similar motion that removes my panties, pulling them down to my knees. My exposed thick thighs and quivering slit are on full display, with my only shred of decency down there being a pair of white thigh-highs I had on before I got it stuck. 

“Y-your tongue?!”Face bright like a tomato, my tensed body squeezes on the toy a bit more, a soft moan punctuating my sentence. 

A new wetness across my slit leaves me gasping, before she speaks. “Yes, it’s the best tool I have~ it can’t hurt you, I can feel everything like it were my tail, and it’s thin enough to easily wrap around and pull something out~”

Looking up at her pale stomach made visible by her top rising up in her odd position, her skin is pretty but clearly marked with thin, faded scars. From… a blade?

Twin thin blades of flesh press against my slit, making me gasp. It’s cool compared to me, but it’s wet and oddly soft, and even stranger, smooth. Wasting no time, they poke into my slit, the forked end fully entering and almost spread me open like a wedge. Like you put your fingers inside and spread them apart, only instead it’s a thin tongue barely as thick as my finger.

“You know, most patients make this really difficult to do.” Her tongue vibrates a bit inside me as she speaks, slowly slithering it further in. It’s like pulling a hair out from there, almost, with the odd lack of pressure it applies. But, being so wet and warm, and just utterly alien, makes it so much more pleasurable. Especially with the vibrator still going in my womb making it hard to not audibly moan. 

“R-really? H-ahh…” A little hum of acknowledgement runs up into me as she continues, and I just stare up at her milf-like torso above me as she speaks. “Yesss~” It feels so good~

“Most are very… nasty tasting. Like they don’t clean fully, and not in an obvious way, but just subtle things you’d only notice from taste or when it goes bad.” 

Two small, pale white nubs of flesh poke out of a small slit where her human and snake half meet, where I thought was just her vagina. It’s a cloaca or something, right? Or is that birds? “O-oh~” 

Tongue wiggling in further, I feel a prong poke against my g-spot, making me audibly moan and cum from the sudden pleasure making me tense up on the toy. But she seems to not mind, or if anything, she loves that I squirted in her face. Her lips wrap around my slit like she’s dying of thirst, drinking down my fluids while her tongue flicks in place, as if wanting to drink as much as she can. 

Vision blurry, I can barely see those white nubs growing. Catching my breath and wiping my eyes… those white nubs are each long tapered white cocks, smooth as her tongue at a glance, and starting as thick as my wrist, only to become as thin as my pinky at the tip where a tiny hole is on each. The base is an ash gray but the tip is pale white, both emerging from the same slit and looking extremely… exciting. I wonder what those could do to me?

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Thank you for the ask! <3

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

So, I research a lot of things just as a matter of course. I like diving down rabbit holes so I better understand some esoteric little bit of knowledge that will never benefit me in any tangible way.

For fics (often for throwaway references...), I've spent hours researching film release dates, grocery store rivalries, what rides and foods were available throughout the 1900s in the UK at fairs, what circuses were like in the 1930s and what it's like to be part of one as a performer (thank you, randoms on Reddit), selective mutism, the historical and geographical availability of banana cultivars (this is probably the strangest?), representations of death and death gods in multiple cultures, and selkie lore.

Also, snake dicks, but I feel like that's a rite of passage in tomarrymort. Everyone eventually ends up in hemipenes territory.

Edit: Wait, I forgot about bower birds!! And interesting animal courting/mating rituals. Albatrosses remain my favourite.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

It's really difficult to choose just one for HP/tomarrymort! There are so many talented artists, we're really lucky~ I'm going with this piece by ysaribi. The closeness, the implied care and intimacy, "my soul" <3 And, of course, how the characters are drawn is amazing. I dunno, I write a lot of fluffy slice-of-life where these two cuddle -- it only makes sense I'd like it in fan art too ʅ（‾◡◝）ʃ

Content: male lizard hybrid x gender non specified reader, somnophilia, dub con, temperature play technically, hemipenis

It was unseasonably cold. And you were sent out to do field work. Again. You hated field work. You hated being outside in all weathers, apparently. You’d wanted a lab job so you could be in the lab. But you kept getting field work assignments.

And now you were laid up with a fever in a cabin while an unreasonable March blizzard raged outside the cabin door.

You’d moved your sleeping bag and pile of blankets to be directly in front of the fire place. There’d been a stockpile of wood before you got there, and you were trying actively to not think about how low it was looking.

And then there was the food. A bunch of protein bars was not helping your cold, but you didn’t exactly have the energy to make a real meal.

All you had the energy to do for the past few days was sleep and throw another log on the slowly dying fire.

You suspected that was why it took you until you woke up to notice that someone had broken into the cabin, snuck inside your pile of blankets, and snuggled up next to you in your sleeping bag. You’d only woken up because you were hungry and the fire wasn’t as warm as you desperately needed it to be if you didn’t want your shivering to break a tooth.