To A Handjob

When you come to again, you're aching at the weight of your eight, cum-laden balls and the enormous, foot-long cocks that hang from your groin. You don't even need to look at them to know their hard, and you probably can't with the amount of thick, congealed cum that you're practically trapped in. You just lean back, wrinkling your nose at the sour smell, and try to let your muscles relaxed.

It doesn't work for long as something brushes against your dicks. At first you just think of it as a phantom sensation, but then it comes back, more persistent. Soon you're groaning as a hand slides up and down each of your members, coaxing them to the brink of orgasm, fingers playing across your sensitive skin like a fiddle. With what you can only describe as a roar, your muscles spasm and send load after load of hot, creamy cum into the air. It takes twelve loads until you're spent, and you can finally sit up to look at the perpetrator.

Smiling devilishly across from you is a beautiful lamia.

She has flame-red hair that falls down her back in gentle curls, and her scales are the colour of the sun, and just as bright. Her long tail (and heck, is it long) wraps around your bathtub at least five times, with length to spare to let her tower over you. She wears no shirt, so her perfectly perky C cup breasts swing free, giving you a gorgeous view of her two-inch nipples, standing to attention.

But despite her body putting most models to shame, it isn't even the most striking part of her. No, what catches your eye is her dozen arms, each made of pale, unmarked flesh, though four of them are splattered in your baby batter.

"Hello, beautiful," she murmurs, and her voice sings like an angel. "I was wondering when you'd wake up."

"Who are you?"

She smiles down at you. "You can call me... Aramina. And I must say, you do have the most divine cocks I've ever seen."

A being so perfect praising you sends a bright red blush across your cheeks. "T-Thank you."

"Would you care to share your name with me?"

"Mia."

"Well, Mia. Do you need any help getting out of there? I would be glad to assist you in cleaning up." There was an unidentifiable spark in her eye as she said that. You pray that it is well-meaning, though, and allow her to gently free you from your own seedy prison.

As she picks you up, though, you feel a shock of pain lance through you.