#shenpost

It’s a calm evening. I’m in my room, sitting on my bed, reading a chapter of my current book before bed. I find the level of concentration needed for properly imagining written scenes helps me quiet down my brain before sleep. That’s what I tell people, anyway. I’m not sure if it actually does anything, but it’s the only way I’m able to make myself read anymore.

I finish the chapter and place the bookmark between the pages before shutting the book and placing it on my bedside table. I’m about to turn in for the night when I hear a knock on my door. I get up from my bed and walk over to my door to answer it.

Standing before me, leaning against the door frame, is Shen in his harpy form, his usually pale face flushed and beads of sweat upon his forehead, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Shen?” I say to him, a little concerned over his appearance. “What’s going on? Are you alright? You look kind of...sick.”

“Rose, I--” he pants back, sounding as though he’s out of breath. “I--really wish it hadn’t come to this, but--I need your help.”

“Oh--okay, I can go get Kurogiri for y--” I start to reply, but he cuts me off with desperation in his insistent voice.

“NO!” he cries, leaning towards me while still clinging to the door frame. “His involvement is--unnecessary. I need you...just you.” His tail fans out behind him suddenly, he reacts like he’s startled himself with it. 

“Are you...sure you’re alright?” I ask warily. He almost looks like he’s going to faint, and I wonder if I should be getting ready to catch him. Though, he kinda deserves a little floor-to-face contact.

Shen stares at me for a moment, breathing heavily, then he lunges towards me and pulls me towards him, and kisses me hungrily. He pulls away after a moment, looking somehow even redder in the face than before. “F-forgive me--I’m afraid I’m not quite myself at the moment--”

The sound of metallic rattling interrupts him, and Jake shoves his way into my room past Shen, standing above both of us in his naga form. “Hit the road, turkey,” he hisses, and it’s then that I realize he looks sickly in the same way that Shen does, his hair is disheveled as well. “I need her a hell of a lot more than your shriveled li’l--”

“Both of you, what the hell is going on?!” I snap, pretty sick of feeling like I’m missing some crucial context.

They exchange a glance, then Jake turns his head away sharply with a low hiss and a rattle of his tail, arms folded across his chest. Shen, meanwhile, turns back to face me and runs a hand through his white hair. “This time of year is...mating season for our species,” he answers breathlessly, avoiding maintaining eye contact with me.

“...Mating season?” I reply, incredulous. “You’re serious?”

He nods once. “Yes, the--time in which our desire to breed is at its strongest,” he continues, absentmindedly clawing at his robe with his other hand. “It’s quite overpowering at the moment, I--It’s taking every ounce of my willpower to remain clothed--”

“You...wait, you don’t want to knock me up, do you?” I reply, hesitant.

“NO! No, no--” they both exclaim simultaneously. “We’re just looking for...relief,” Shen adds.

I consider it. Honestly, a threesome with two monster boys doesn’t sound half bad. Maybe their raging hormones are rubbing off on me, too. Though, one look around my bedroom and at my bed and I start to get the sensation that it’s killing the vibe. “...Okay. Not here, though,” I reply softly.

They both look surprised at my answer. “Y--ya don’t--have to, I can--” Jake stammers.

“No, it’s okay. I want to,” I reply.

“...My room is...spacious...” Shen stammers as well, not bothering to hide the nervous smile creeping onto his face. “We could--”

“Why’s it gotta be your room?” Jake snaps at him, rattling again. “I wouldn’t’ve thought you’d wanna risk gettin’ your pretty silk sheets dirty.”

“Your room is filthy!” Shen snaps back. “It’s no place for--” He’s gotten flustered again. “For something so intimate...”

“Shen’s room sounds good,” I reply, wanting to break up their little fight before it gets any worse. “Sorry, Jake, I have to agree with him this time. Let’s um...let’s go.”

Jake scowls at me slightly, but turns and slithers over to Shen’s door without further protest. Man. He must be really down bad if he’s going to just let Shen win like that. 

My heart’s going a mile a minute as I follow Shen into his room. I wonder if this is how they’re both feeling, too. I’m starting to feel almost...impatient. My legs feel wobbly.

His room is what I’d expect from someone of noble background. Everything looks polished and the walls and floor have a kind of shine to them. There’s a window by the wall, through which the sound of crickets chirping can be heard. The moon hangs in the center of the window frame, framed like a portrait. It’s gorgeous.

Shen shuts the door behind me and strides ahead of me, facing the bed. It’s conveniently large enough to easily accommodate three people, and covered in sheets that match his robe. He sighs and starts muttering to himself as he meddles with the sheets. “Oh, no, no this won’t do--I didn’t even think to build you a nest, and you ought to have one, if you are to be my wife--”

“It’s fine--” I reply, joining him by the bed. “Really, the bed is enough.”

He turns to me, and makes a futile attempt to smooth his frazzled appearance. “Of course...very well, then. I...suppose we should...”

I start undressing, and this just seems to fluster him even further. I don’t think I’m much to look at, but he’s even seemingly having trouble disrobing. When his robe’s about halfway off, hanging around his waist, he looks to Jake, who’s sitting impatiently by the bed. “Do you--have to watch?” Shen sounds unusually meek when he asks this.

“Matter of fact, I do,” Jake replies. “Just to make sure ya don’t fuck this up.”

“Are you--sure?” Shen continues, sounding discouraged.

Jake gives a short laugh. “Aw, what’s wrong, little man? Stage fright?” he replies mockingly.

“Sh-shut up!” Shen snaps at him, then apparently finding the confidence to disrobe completely. There’s oddly nothing there aside from some fluffy white feathers, but I recall some of that nature trivia and figure his equipment’s retractable, akin to how Jake can also effectively be nude from the waist down without actually showing anything.

I slowly back myself onto the bed and sit down, my knees pressing themselves together without my willing it. My heart feels like it’s trying to escape my ribs. Judging by the look on my partner’s face, he’s probably feeling the same way.

Shen gets onto the bed as well, turning towards me and freezing up again. “...I have no idea what I’m doing...” he mutters.

I laugh nervously. “It’s okay...I don’t either. I’ll...let you know if I need you to stop...” I start leaning back. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this.

He lingers for a moment, just staring at me, then finally opens his mouth to speak. “...What am I supposed to do?”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me--” Jake mutters irritably, moving closer to the bed. “Look, if you’re that useless, just shut up and listen to your instincts.”

Shen nervously glances back to me again, then tentatively places a hand on my upper thigh. I let out a shaky breath, and he does the same. He crawls closer on his hands and knees until he’s over top of me.

“What the hell are ya doin’?!” Jake hisses suddenly, startling both of us. He grabs Shen by the waist and tosses him to the floor.

“Following my instincts, you jealous half-wit!” Shen snaps back, brushing himself off.

“Not like that! You can’t just shove it in her right away, you’ll hurt her!” Jake raises himself from the floor, holding his upper half just over me, tantalizingly close. “Lucky for you, I’m good with my tongue,” he purrs softly to me, a soft rattle accompanying his words. With an almost mischievous smirk, he pulls back until his head’s at groin level. And then he goes to work.

I draw in a deep breath at the touch of his cold forked tongue upon my lips. It sends a shiver through my whole body. He lets out a wry chuckle at my response, then continues his efforts, coaxing me to slowly open up to him. I grip at the sheets below me, and my legs squirm a bit. I’m quiet aside from some heavier breathing for the moment. Finally, my lower half shudders and I accidentally let a tiny groan escape my otherwise quiet mouth. He pulls away, slipping his tongue back into his mouth, and brings his face back up to mine. “You ready, darlin’?” he murmurs enticingly.

I nod a few times, and watch as he turns back to face Shen. “There, got ‘er warmed up for you.” He slithers back only slightly, and watches as Shen resumes his place upon the bed and over top of me.

Shen still looks incredibly nervous. He brings his face closer and kisses me again, then places a hand behind my head, resting softly in my hair. He shudders a bit and inhales like a small gasp, his lips still locked with mine. Something warm presses against me. I search for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. He pulls away from my face and his crimson irises shine as he slips himself inside.

I inhale sharply, partially out of surprise. He looks concerned for a moment, so I’m quick to shake my head. “It’s good...just surprised me, that’s all,” I tell him softly, reaching up with my hand to pet his hair. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch, cooing softly.

He moves himself around a little bit before he seems to figure it out and gently pushes himself deeper, exhaling contentedly, then pulls back somewhat and repeats the motion. He starts to move with more confidence, groaning softly and breathing heavily along with the rhythm of his hips. His talons start to scratch at the fabric of the sheets. He grits his teeth for a moment, then starts to push himself further, picking up a little bit of speed.

I’m whimpering a bit, my breathing quickly picking up to match his own pace. An intense shudder passes through his body, and he lets out a sharp, almost alarmed, cry, then moves faster still. “I never imagined...” he pants. “I-I can’t--!” He breaks off with another cry. “I...don’t believe I wish for an heir, and yet--I picture you...holding an egg close to your chest to keep it warm...our egg...and I--!”

He kisses me one more time, and for a moment I can feel his rapid pulse inside of me. He breaks away just in time to let out a sharp cry, and I gasp again as warmth fills my body.

He grits his teeth for a moment, then relaxes, nearly fainting onto me as he collapses. His heart pounds against mine, his frantic breaths fill my ears. Finally, he seems to recover a bit, and slowly eases himself out of me, then collapses again beside me.

A shaky hand brushes sweat-slicked hair from my cheek. “My...empress...” he whispers, his smile a softer one than I’ve ever seen upon his face. “This could be the beginning of a new era for us...”

“One virgin takes out another,” Jake speaks up, chuckling somewhat as he starts removing his top. He’s nude from the waist down already, but it’s more like the principle of the thing. “Guess we’ll need twice the drinks once we’re done, here.”

For once, Shen doesn’t seem to care that Jake’s teasing him. Looking over, I realize he’s actually fallen asleep. Guess he’s really worn out.

Jake actually goes so far as to pick me up and lift me from the bed. “Hope ol’ Snow Feathers here didn’t tucker ya out too bad,” he says softly, his hellfire eyes burning bright. “’Cause now it’s my turn.”

I’m still recovering from the first round, but Shen was pretty gentle, so I’m mostly just winded rather than sore. “Not gonna give me a break, huh?” I reply with a slight smile.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he replies, coiling his serpentine body around me. He leaves my arms free, which I appreciate. He pets my head gently and gives a smile that appears genuine and even somewhat soft. “God...” he breathes. “Look at you...” His eyes shine in the moonlit darkness of the room.

Jake leans in towards my face and affectionately nuzzles against my cheek, sighing contentedly. I reach up and start to play with his dark hair, coiling a lock around my finger. He gently presses his waist against mine, but makes a quiet hiss of annoyance. “Damn bird made a mess of ya...fuck it. If I wait any longer I’ll lose it.” He uses the coils holding me to move me against his groin, which is just a little ways under where the man and snake halves of a naga meet. The surface is still flat, but that doesn’t last for long. Soon enough, I’m breathing deeply as his equipment emerges from its sheath and eases its way into me. There’s some pressure, but it’s mostly just pleasurable. I’m not sure if that’s because he’s being gentle or because you don’t tend to feel pain during a dream.

It’s a little cold, actually. Not uncomfortably so, but it’s noticeable. I also notice something else of the same size and texture rubbing against the underside of my inner thigh. A thought occurs to me. “Do you...have two dicks?”

He laughs a little. “It’s a--snake thing...,” he replies, glancing away as though he’s a bit embarrassed. “Didn’t bother tryin’ to fit both of ‘em in ya, though...I don’t think they would.”

“Do you...want me to--?”

“Nah...” he replies, keeping up the motion from before. “’S fine...you just lean back, ‘n relax...”

I run my hands through his hair while he works, and he lets out soft, contented hisses, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. His tail starts to rattle, and the metallic noise gradually grows more intense as he quickens his pace.

Acting on impulse, I hook my legs around his waist, and he hisses louder, leaning into me with his head over my shoulder. “Haahh...good girl...” he whispers into my ear. I let out a whine and crack a smile, then throw my arms onto his back. He snarls and thrusts harder. I grit my teeth a bit and whimper. It still doesn’t hurt, but the pressure was a little intense there.

He quietly mutters an apology, then seems to try to hold back. “Hah...huff...you doin’ alright, darlin’?” he asks me, petting my hair again.

I nod. “Y-yeah,” I reply breathlessly. “It doesn’t hurt...you can keep going...”

“Mm,” he coos, nuzzling his face against my neck. “You’re so warm...” he purrs. “I don’t...I don’t say it much, but...I really do love you...an’ I...wish I never had to let you go...”

“Hh...I love you, too...” I reply. “So much...if you weren’t around anymore, I...don’t know what I’d do...”

Jake mutters a curse under his breath, nails gently grazing my back. “I’d...y’know I’d take care of you...I’d do whatever I had to...even if you--if we--” He curses again, hissing quietly and picking up his pace once more. “I know you’re just dreamin’...it wouldn’t be real...but they’d be...beautiful...I just know it...”

He hisses sharply and gives one last powerful thrust, the coils around my body tighten their grip and force a gasp out of me. A fierce shudder passes through my body and a cry escapes my lips, Jake snarls, and once again there’s a flood of warmth, both inside of me and against the skin of my inner thigh. 

Jake loosens his grip on me somewhat, panting heavily. He turns back to my face and licks my cheek, then kisses it. “...Relax, darlin’...” he coos. “Y’did good.”

He pulls away and places me onto the floor, where I stumble and fall back against the bed. He catches me with his coils before I hit the floor, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of his hand. “Sorry, honey...” He looks sincerely concerned. “You’re real tuckered out, now, huh? Lemme make it up to ya...”

He picks me up again and slithers out of Shen’s room. I start trying to tell him that I’m still nude, but I soon realize he took me to the shower. He sets me down into the water, and starts to gently clean me off. “Remember the time you did this for me?” he says softly, his husky voice like a lullaby to my tired self. “That was a real fine thing...wasn’t it?”