#naga monster

[wolfsteax]

venomous

[under-cotton-and-calicos]

Golden

Male Naga x AFAB Reader

AN: This started out as a horny concept but it turned out a little angsty. I feel like with this setup and oneshot, I haven’t done Isil justice ;-; Also, can you tell that new Hozier EP is influencing my brain chemicals.

Tags: light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, descriptions of injury, established relationship, relationship problems, blindfolded sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, non-human genitalia, fluff

Word count: 3.1k

For the past few weeks, your lover has been exceptionally- no, overly cautious around you. 

Isil wears a thick, opaque strip of black fabric around his head to cover his eyes. Although it obscures his vision, he’s able to move without much impediment thanks to the rest of his keen senses. He has made it a point to wear it whenever you’re around, just in case. 

It just so happened that one day, you’d found him napping close to the river rocks beside his home. It was a beautiful sight- his emerald green scales iridescent under the sun, his body stretched comfortably in a pool of light with an arm thrown under his head. More than that, it was the first time you had seen his eyes, closed of course, but you could make out their shape. Wrinkles you had never seen before in their corners, and his lashes, thick and dark against his cheeks. 

You should have turned around before calling him. Instead, you had continued walking towards his napping spot, breaking a twig underfoot with a loud snap, waking the naga who instinctively jolted up and set his gaze dead on you.

What stood out the most to you in that moment was the colour of his eyes. Isil had told you that they were yellow before, but he failed to convey to you their depth and richness. Gold was what they were, not yellow, you remember thinking dimly before your limbs seized painfully and a foreign emotion that you had never envisioned yourself feeling in his presence overtook you. As you toppled to the ground you realised it was terror.

You remember hearing a heart wrenching cry. Then Isil by your side, hand over your eyes to block the sunlight from getting into them. He carried your stiff body into his home and administered an antidote to you, weeping and begging while your limbs gradually regained mobility.

Thankfully, no long term damage was done. You were walking and talking as usual by the evening, but Isil was affected deeply. You couldn’t blame him. If your roles were reversed you, too, would feel awful even though it was not Isil’s fault, a point you had reminded him of over and over again. The two of you had talked extensively in the wake of the incident- him asking you if you ever felt unwell, if you feared him, if you hated him. You, reassuring him, promising him that yes, you’re perfectly fine, and no, you would never be.

Afterwards, you expected things to carry on as they did. You love him with all of your heart after all, as you know he does for you, so those sort of things would bear little weight in your relationship. But Isil has been on eggshells around you ever since. He’s just as doting and affectionate as he always is, but now he handles you like you’re porcelain. Simple things like cleaning or going outside for a walk, he shoos you away from the task and fusses about you. Even lovemaking, once vigorous and passionate, became a painfully slow and hesitant thing.

You were sure that these things would fade away with time as he grew desensitised to caution. But you soon noticed that Isil began to carry himself differently around you. He would be rigid when you faced him, a hand subconsciously covering his face even with his blindfold on. On occasion, he would have a wretched expression on his face, no doubt recalling the events from that day. Despite it all, he would put on a happy facade, his usual gentle smile and soft words. This, you could not take. 

One day, you approach him outside of his home. It’s close to night and he’s sitting on his pile of coils, whittling away at a piece of wood, the flickering light of the bonfire casting shadows over his handsome face. He’s wearing his blindfold, using his touch to feel the thickness and shape of his work. It sends a pang of hurt through your chest. Now he doesn’t even dare to take it off.

“Love.” He says softly, long since heard your footsteps on the pebbles.

“Hello, Isil.” Your curt greeting doesn’t escape his notice and he quickly sets aside the wood and his carving knife.

“What is it? Come and sit here, love.” He motions towards his coils, but you take a seat on the log facing him instead. The frustration in you dissipates a little when you see the smile fall from his face. You need to remember that this has been hard on him.

“Could we have a chat?” You say as gently as possible.

“Of course.” There’s an edge of uncertainty in his voice, yet he sits up and gives you his full attention. After a bout of silence, struggling to think of how to begin this conversation even though you’d run it through your mind countless times, you finally land on something.

“Lately, you’ve been acting strangely around me. And I have to ask if it’s because of what happened.”

With his blindfold, it could be hard to read him. But there are always subtle visual cues that you’ve picked up in your time together. The small pinch of his brows when he’s disturbed, the quirk in his lips when he’s happy. Though you have never needed them much, because Isil is honest. Isil is genuine and wears his heart on his sleeve. He is soft-hearted, perhaps too much, which is why the two of you have become caught up in this predicament.

“It’s nothing, I assure you.”

“Is it really? Isil?” You’re sad because you know it’s not the truth. “I can see it. In your mannerisms, the way you treat me, and I’m worried about you. Have you been wearing your blindfold all day?”

He doesn’t need to answer. The way he flinches tells you all you need to know.

“This…it’s not healthy, Isil. So tell me, please, is it because you’ve been carrying something from that day? If so, we can talk-”

“No! No, it’s not.” 

“Then? What is it?” 

You bite back the urge to say what’s on your mind, to label what he’s feeling. A tense few seconds amplify the silence between the two of you. You can tell that he’s distraught, the end of his tail is weaving through the air. Slowly, you get up and ease yourself onto him. For the first time in a long while, he holds you firmly within his arms, as if your weight anchors him to the moment. If anything, it’s a comfort for the both of you. You wait patiently.

“I feel guilty.” His voice is meek, barely a murmur. “There’s nothing that I can do to remedy what I did. I hurt you.”

A part of you had expected this. He had always prided himself on never turning his power onto humans, and put deliberate effort into concealing his eyes, living far away from cities or even small towns. So to hurt one, his beloved no less, must have been especially egregious.

“I understand that you feel so, Isil. But must you torment yourself, deny yourself your vision? You know I wouldn't want that."

He’s silent, but there’s the seed of understanding within him. You cup his cheek in your hand and find that it's damp. Oh, it pains you to see him this way, but at least you’ve managed to have him talking.

“Let’s move inside.” You wipe the tears from his face and take his hand, moving together past the threshold. After taking off your shoes you climb into his nest, voluminous piles of pillows and blankets to keep him warm through the night. He slithers wordlessly in and you pull him close.

“I wish that my eyes weren’t the way that they are.” His face is tucked against your chest but you can hear the pout in his voice, like a petulant child.

“Come now, that’s unreasonable.” 

You can feel that he’s become relaxed, his muscles are loose, the tension in his body dissolved. It must have sapped a lot of his energy, and brought him relief.

“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” 

“ I should be the one-” He sighs against your neck. “I think…I need to do something. But what would be enough?”

You bring his face up to meet yours, kissing him long and deep. He starts slow and melts into it, pressing into you with greater fervour, a hand tracing your jaw, fingers feeling the flutter of your heartbeat in your neck. As you stroke his hair an idea comes to you. Something that could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

He tilts his head, puzzled, when you pull away from him and dig through a ball of cloth beside his nest. Long strips of inky dark fabric. Sitting before him, you wind the strip several times over your eyes and secure it with a double knot behind your head. Then you blindly feel around for his arm to guide his hand to you, his fingers tracing the cotton over your eyes.

“What…”

“You know how well these things cover your eyes,” indeed, you can’t make out anything behind them, “so take off your blindfold.”

Even though he doesn’t give you a reply right away, you can tell that Isil is resistant to the idea. A thousand churning anxieties no doubt plague his mind.

“I have faith in you, Isil."

He reaches to the back of your head and determines that the doubleknot is secure enough. You can hear the sound of fabric being untied, like sand running through fingers, soft and sibilant. It's dim in his nest so his eyes don't need to adjust much.

It's not the first time that both of you have done something like this, though it had been a long time ago, when you simply closed your eyes and allowed him to take a look at your face. You wonder what he looks like, so you map your hands up from his sides to his face. His eyelids are a little puffy from crying, nose angular, lips plush. You laugh, amazed by how you can envision him even without sight.

"I'm going to open them." You thought he already had. You drop your hands onto your lap.

And you can feel it. The weight of his gaze on you. It’s like a tingling beneath the surface of your skin and a shiver passes through you. You try to piece together what his expression would be in your mind, with his golden eyes taking you in. The silence makes you a little self-conscious and you shuffle around a bit.

“A goddess has made her way into my nest.” There’s a lilt of earnest humour in his voice which makes you smile and blush. He pushes away hair covering your face, tracing your cheeks with his fingers. “We must do this more often.”

“And if you want to…” you unbutton your shirt, exposing yourself to him, “you can do this, and it’ll be enough.”

Again, he’s quiet. Is this what he feels like all the time? Not knowing his expression is torturous, even more so because you don’t have the strong senses of a naga.

“Isil? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”

“No, no I want to.” He sounds embarrassed, a little breathy, like how he usually does when he’s excited. Isil helps you to undress. He’s taking his time, no doubt drinking in the sight of you bare. His breath tickles your neck, the feeling of his lips on your skin and the skillful nip of his teeth is sharp. Your lack of sight allows you to concentrate on the intense physical stimulation, anticipating where he’s going and what he’s going to do next through his trailing kisses. But it is never overwhelming, as he is deliberate and patient with every part of your body, worshipping them thoroughly before moving on to more delightful, untouched skin.

Like this you feel vulnerable and at his mercy, under the weight of his eyes pinning you to the bedding. You flinch when he licks a stripe between your chest.

“Sorry, sorry,” he rubs your sides, fingers squeezing soft flesh, “was that too sudden?”

“N-No..keep going please.”

He obliges, cupping your breast and using his forked tongue to tease your nipple, pebbling quickly under his touch. You’re unable to hold back your moans, the pleasure so much more concentrated and unexpected. While you would usually love for Isil to spend hours teasing you, there’s an unbearable urgency and excitement brewing in your chest, so you guide him down to your pussy, already slick for him. He peppers kisses and bites along your inner thighs and the throbbing between your legs urges you to groan at him.

“Come on, Isil, hurry.”

“I got caught up in you.” His tone is joyful, he's elated to see you like this for the first time. “But I won’t keep you waiting, love. Your word is law.”

He works you with his deft fingers, curling his tongue around your clit. You nudge him forward, hooking your heel around his neck which he loves. A delighted moan slips from his mouth and he presses his mouth flush against your crotch. All the while, you can feel his eyes transfixed on you, watching you shiver and twitch until you come undone. Isil gives you just a moment of reprieve before he continues, fingers curling inside of you while he sucks on your bundle of nerves.

“Isil!” You gasp, hand flying down to grab his silky hair, but the motion only seems to fuel him more than deter him.

“Mm, pull harder.”

You grab a fistful of hair at the nape of his neck, and you can feel a shiver roll through his body. He devours you, like a starving man with a feast laid out before him for the first time, finally taking in the full pleasures of sex. He could feel your soft body underneath his, hear your moans and watch the way you move, the indescribable allure of your bare skin and curves and expressions that touch could not convey.

“Fuck…” You’re surprised to hear him curse, the word on his tongue sounds hungry, feral. 

Your second climax has you seeing stars behind the dark canvas of the blindfold, body curling in on itself and thighs squeezing around his head. Isil adores having his face shoved between your legs, your desire for him and how good he makes you feel articulated through the bind of your limbs. He’s giddy with exhilaration, taking his eyes off of you for just one moment to savour the softness of your thighs. When you part your legs, he pulls away from you to lick your slick from his chin, clouded mind urging him to eat you out again. His cocks are already free from their sheath, hard and leaking precum. He’s had to resist the urge to touch himself, otherwise he would be spent before getting the chance to be inside you.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asks you, reaching over to give you a kiss. You’re a little dazed, having two intense orgasms in a row leaving you quite speechless. For a while, you focus on the taste of musk on his lips.

“Very good,” you sigh, feeling around blindly until his hand grasps onto yours, “I want you inside of me now, please.”

Isil helps you to sit up, guiding you over his torso. Your hands follow where his skin melds into scales, finding his two cocks already erect and wet. You line up the lower, slightly bigger one to your hole, easing yourself onto his bulbous tip. As always, the stretch around him is divine, he fills you so well, like a craving fulfilled.

“Wait a second.” He hisses, the sight of your joining and the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock is almost too overwhelming, and he doesn't want to cum just yet. You wait until he calls your name, tender, and you lift yourself and thrust down onto him, the drag of his textured shaft against your walls makes your strained legs weak.

“I don’t think I can…” He grabs ahold of your forearms, snapping his hips up to stuff you full of him again. The motion tears a strangled gasp from your throat, he bottoms out inside of you, groaning as he slams you down on his cock and thrusts up sloppily to meet you. He can’t get enough you, a part of him wants nothing more than to hold you like this and use you, so hungry to feel you tight around him and to see you unravel, but he shouldn’t, he-

“More.” You groan, hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for stability. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

Isil’s mind goes blank. Hearing your pretty voice like that is hardly fair, he thinks. Wordlessly, he obliges, holding your hips steady as he thrust into you. With the blindfold, you can feel every bump, every vein on his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you’re reduced to making pitiable whines. Even in this position, he manipulates your body with ease, and the thought sends another gush of slick down his cock. The steady work of his strong hips against yours builds your pleasure quickly, your core throbbing and squeezing around him more and more until you careen delightfully out of control. You cum with a cry, slumping over his chest.

Isil quickens his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm whilst intent on chasing his. He studies your face, the little frown between your brows, the shape your mouth makes when he grinds against the spot where you’re so sensitive. His long tongue snakes its way into your mouth, tangling with yours, breath and sweat mingling.

With a grunt he comes, spilling thick, hot seed inside of you before his second cock splatters cum on both of your bellies. Isil’s hips tremble, the heady rush of liquid over his cock milking a few more spurts of cum until he’s spent, panting and boneless underneath you. You groan when he pulls out, seed and slick making a mess of the sheets. Tomorrow, he’d have to clean them up. 

For a long while, he holds you against his chest, the two of you taking in the warmth and fuzziness of the afterglow.

“Thank you.” He breathes, rubbing your lower back where he’s sure you’re sore. “Thank you for this, and for everything.”

“It’s no problem, love.” You sigh, sated and happy. 

As the two of you drift off, your pleasant weight on his chest, you think that as much as Isil is harsh on himself, he’s always done his best.

[thepurrincessatobe]

@Able_Amaranth commissioned me to draw a sexy snek for his streams 

[zacwuv]

August 2023 piece - Nsfw on Patreon ~

[siplick]

Check out my new mythological reptile charms! These are 9cm tall, and their eggs are translucent ✨

❤ Lóng 💛 Nāga 💙 Quetzalcóatl 💚 Drac de Sant Jordi

[thesanityclause]

Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.

[the-ultimate-nobody]

“Just hanging there”

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight yandere behavior

Nagas are cute… I really just like the thought of your naga lover keeping you snuggled up with him all winter, wrapping his tail around you and just smothering you in kisses.

Ofc he makes you keep his cock warm too… after all, he really wants you to bear his children. But he’s mostly trying to stay warm.

There’s always a fire going in his den, and he keeps himself curled up around you. Escaping is futile, you’ll either be his mate or next meal. So you just let him smother you in his love, feeling his fangs sink into your shoulder and neck to keep to placid while he ravishes you.

You’re just so cute when the aphrodisiac in his fangs kicks in, he can’t help but fuck into you like a while animal. Before long you’re begging him to make you cum, to go faster. The friction between your bodies keeps him warm all through the winter, and you’re nice and swollen with his young come spring time.

And the entire time, he’s purring, rubbing against you like a cat, wanting you to cuddle and kiss him. Who knew nagas could be so affectionate?

He just wants you all to himself, and there’s human remains scattered across his den to show you what he does to anyone that touches his precious mate!

[davinawritings]

Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his. 

[specshroom]

Cultural differences and misconceptions in monster dynamics, part twooooo!

Part 1 here!

👽 Alien partner who is amazed by the fact that you can sweat and cry. They come from a very dry planet so the fact that your body just lets off water amazes them. They would never make you cry but they strongly encourage you to work out with them so they can see you sweat. Imagine their utter shock when you take their hand, show them another place that gets wet and tell them there's a much better way to make you sweat and cry.

🧜Siren that is stunned when you decide to sing along to their siren song, simply because no one's ever done that before. They frown when you stop and start singing again hoping you join in. Although your voice is definitely not as beautiful as theirs they look at you like its the greatest thing they've ever heard.

🌱Being in a friend group with multiple insectoid monsters and having a crush on a prey mantis girl. Your other bug friends look very nervous when you try and flirt with her, they're even more nervous when it actually works. They absolutely freak out when she invites you to her room and they all jump to separate you, crying out "They don't deserve to be eaten!" And "How could you?". Now prey mantis girl is laughing her ass off, her friends are embarrassed and you're just very confused. 

🐍Naga/reptilian partner thinking it's so funny that you can get sunburn. If you turn red easily, they will tease you relentlessly. If your skin doesn't turn red, all humans can still get sunburn and best believe your partner will be touching the sensative skin any chance they get cus they think it's just so funny. They also like to lie on the hot skin and soak up all the heat. The only reason you let them is because their cool skin is soothing on the burnt area, though they insist it's cus you like their touch. They help you peel off the dead skin when the burn heals and joke about how it's just like when you help them shed. 

[monstersflashlight]

Thinking about Naga (a constrictor preferably) fucking a human for the first time, unprepared for how hot and nice her pussy feels like. It makes him a blabbering, pussy-drunk mess as he ruts into her, moaning about how warm and tight she feels against him 👀🤎

Naga boyfriend that was not prepared to how it would feel to fuck a human. He expected everything about you: how soft your skin was, how pretty you looked when you were gasping for air when he constricted around you, how hot would you feel after a few hours under the sun with them... Everything was expected, minus the feel of your pussy around his hemipeens.

He expected you to be similar to female nagas, but the first time he was inside of you he wanted to cry about it. He wanted to be inside of you forever, to fuck you with one and then the other, fill you up so much you couldn't hold it in anymore. He wanted to fuck you so much and so hard that you couldn't think about anyone else but him, ever again. Because he couldn't. He wouldn't be able to be with anyone else after being with you. He wouldn't be able to taste any other female and not feel like you are the best he's ever had.

From that point on, he insists on fucking you at every change he gets. He tries to make it good for you, and he does, but what you love the most about it, it's how hot he gets when he's inside of you. How hot he looks all blabbering and pussy drunk as he ruts into your pussy, grinding against your G-spot until your eyes turn white and he keeps telling you how good, how pretty, how wonderful your pussy is. And when he wraps his tail around you and squeezes, all while still inside of you, you can't contain yourself from squirting all over his dicks. He looks at you mesmerized, he didn't know you could do that... And now you've created a monster. Even more so.

[monstersholygrail]

The Venom’s Test

Naga bf x fem!reader— oral (f!receiving), aphrodisiac injection, multiple orgasms, anal, aftercare

Naga bf whose aphrodisiac venom acts differently on humans. He’s never used it before, not with you, his adorably short human. Short compared to him anyway. You were much shorter than most monsters and that’s who he’s only ever used it on before.

He has no idea how you’d react, how strong it would be, and how long it would inevitably end up lasting. He has no control over how much he injects into his victims either. It merely shoots out of him and pumps his pleasure mates full of his seductive venom.

Your bf had certainly never expected you to ask him to. Until one day when you do. Your weak trembling body lay limp within your shared den. Your drenched pulsing pussy weeping and begging for more. Hands reaching out and beckoning your mate to finally mount you after having pulled countless orgasms from your spoiled cunt with only his nimble fingers and forked tongue.

“Want more,” you whimper, your eyes clouded over in a haze of lust. Your pussy clenches around nothing, pushing more of your essence out as if imagining his entering you and wanting to make room for his hot seed.

“I don’t think you can handle anymore, my sweet nightingale,” Naga bf rasps, his eyes gleaming like a predator close to entrapping their prey.

Your neck automatically bares itself to him and your bf’s natural instincts spark to life. The desire to wrap his tail around your body and slowly fuck the life out of you till you’re nothing but a mindless drooling mess inflames within him. His claws dig into the mess of blankets and cushions that make up your bed together.

“Want your venom then. Please, please give it to me,” you cry, already such a blubbering mess for him. Naga bf can’t help but imagine how much worse it’ll get once his venom is coursing through you and heating up your blood till you can do nothing but fuck him.

Naga bf’s already short leash of restraint instantly snaps at your begging. With a loud sharp hiss, your bf slithers his way up your body until his surrounding and covering every inch of you. His scales drag along your sensitive body and you whimper as the sensation mixes perfectly with the smooth skin of his chest. Arms wrapping around his neck you bring him impossibly closer to you, both of you soaking up each other’s body temperature as you grind against each other.

“Need your cocks, need your fangs. Don’t make me wait, I can’t wait,” you say through blurry eyes and more tears. Your bf lets out another hiss, softly shushing you in his own tongue. It sends shivers along your body as he comforts you. His lips brushing away your tears as he kisses down your cheeks and to your neck.

With your neck still bared for him, your Naga bf pushes his fangs down into your neck. His eyes rolling back at the ease in which his fangs sink into your flesh and the moan that leaves your lips. Venom shoots out from his fangs and into your form, causing his body to spasm, cocks slipping out from their sheath and slapping right against your dripping cunt.

A fierce burns runs hot within your body almost immediately. Starting at your neck and slowly pulsing down throughout your every limb. Another long moan leaves you, registering your bf’s cocks slipping between your folds. As if your body moves on its own you tilt your hips, rubbing your puffy clit against the bulging veins of his length.

“You’re alright. I got you, pretty bird,” your bf murmurs, his words coming out muffled as he keeps his fangs in your throat. But of you loving the connection it brings, even as you squirm from the heat and arousal that threatens to overwhelm you. But you trust him.

With your pussy more than prepped for his size, your bf drops a hand down and guides his huge girth right into your precious gummy walls. You both grunt as he pushes his tip inside you, taking his time and letting you feel as you slowly split a part on his length.

But the longer it takes the worse the heat gets. You pant heavily, nails digging into the snake body of your bf. Arousal pooling out of you and dribbling onto your bf’s hungry cock.

Not being able to take it, you quickly roll over your joined bodies until you’re straddling the large snake form of your bf. You grunt as the tumble causes your bf’s fangs to rip out of your throat and with a snap of your hips you take the entirety of one of your Naga bf’s cocks in one thrust. The combined sensation of pain and pleasure radiate through you, cooling down the heat for a moment.

Naga bf hisses, his gaze staring up at you with an intensity that brings back the heat tenfold. His tail quickly slides its way around your body and you moan at the tight squeeze that surrounds you, keeping you trapped right where you are on his dick.

Your hands rest on his chest as a few torturous moments later Naga bf starts bouncing you on his cock, forcing you to follow along with his pace. The heat and the need that claws its way down to your core continues to heighten as your bf sits up and licks the droplets of blood that fall down your neck. You groan, pussy clenching down on his girth.

“What do you need,” he hisses in your ear, knowing the pace he’s setting isn’t anywhere close to what the aphrodisiac venom demands.

“More, dammit!”

That’s the last thing you’re able to get out as Naga bf slides his cock almost all the way out of your pussy before slamming you back down his length. The heat within you roars to life as your bf moves your body around like a flesh light, stuffing himself inside you over and over again without a second to breathe.

Your first orgasm comes quickly and you aren’t surprised given your bf’s venom, having heard what it can do to someone. You cry out his name, clenching down hard on his cock as your body seizes and your orgasm wracks through you. Naga bf works you through it marvelously, not even close to coming.

Frustration mixes with the heat in your body as you realize the flames within you haven’t been clenched. Your bf’s eyes gleam darkly as if he already knew this. Proven further as he doesn’t stop fucking his cock inside your drooling cunt.

Though that gleam fades as he helps push you both through climax after climax. The heat seeming to never fade inside you. The venom testing just how far you can push each other. And you both keep going. Your bf alternating you between his cocks as you your body urges you to cum again and again, the overstimulation too much for him to handle and needing even a slight break. Meanwhile your own overstimulation only appears to fuel you into your next orgasm. Even as you alternate between your own fucked out holes.

Eventually your body is trembling too much for you to keep up on your own and you collapse onto your Naga bf. Like his tail wrapped firmly around you, his arms encircle your waist and hold you to him as you continue to thrust his length inside you, working you through your last orgasm. The heat having simmered down over time and with many of your releases.

“Is that what usually happens?” You breathe out in awe as euphoria washes over you as your last orgasm begins to ebb away.

Naga bf caresses your back, content to keep himself inside you even as the sparks and aftershocks continue to make his body twitch. At your question he laughs lightly in disbelief and shakes his head.

“No. No, this was so much better,” he says, the awe in your voice is mirrored in his.

The two of you lay boneless and cuddling in your den, the fact that both of you are thinking but neither are saying rings true through the air.

You’ll definitely be doing this again.

[dark-moonlust]

Imagine this: You’re outside with your Naga monster boyfriends and they use their tails to “accidentally” flick your nipples, or your pretty round ass. They are really naughty. Then, they “accidentally” slither the tips of their tails under your dress, tug your panties to the side and fuck your drenched pussy and ass with their tails. You can only whimper and act as normal as you can because you’re in public. And they keep fucking you like gents, taking pleasure in what they’re doing to you.

Just a thought I had 😏might write an oneshot of I have time

[thepurrincessatobe]

Some more snake fun over on Patreon <3

[zacwuv]

This weeks romance fanart is I Married A Naga by Regine Abel ! Full🔞 post on tweeter or Patreon!

This is a series (Prime Maring Agency) and it’s the CUTEST monster romance series I’ve still ever read, lol! The relationships are very communicative (which is incredibly refreshing) and everyone is here to have a good time together. Highly recommend 🥰

[witchtaunter]

POV: a snake girl senses your body heat