Monthly Story - female naga pirate x female reader (nsfw) (Patreon)

Gear up for adventures on the high seas, sirens, a male harpy first mate, a bit of piracy and danger, and a good old bit of fluffy nsfw at the end. 

Hope you enjoy this month's offering! I certainly had fun writing it.  Although the reader is female, there aren't many references to that fact, even in the nsfw bit. Just thought I'd mention that.  

Wordcount: 5597

The steady rush and hiss of the waves, the slap of the ocean against the hull, the creak of tarred timbers and the crack of canvas had all been the soundtrack to your life for as long as you could remember. Gulls circled the main mast as you gazed upwards into the endless sky, fluttering like late-evening moths around the lookout. 

Now, taking a quiet moment between shifts on the watch to chat with Felix, you stretched out the tension in your shoulders and let your knees soften instinctively against the swell and roll of the ship as she ploughed through the water on her way back to port. 

The runty gnoll with a scar on one side of his muzzle looked up at you and flicked a large, round ear. “What’s up?” he asked. “You’ve been quiet for days now.”

You shrugged. “I’m just…” with a frustrated sigh you waved your hands and said, “Look, I’m not one to talk shit about a crew, but the captain makes me nervous somehow… like he’s up to something.”

Felix’ ears swivelled back nervously and he nodded. “You too? I thought it was just me being paranoid. He gives me the creeps.” He scratched his muzzle thoughtfully, and added, “Still, not long til we make port and once we’ve dumped this cargo, we can change ships and get a new berth somewhere else.”

“Agreed,” you said. 

The chance to say anything else was stolen from you by the clang of the ship’s bell as a warning shout went up from the watch. You stared at Felix, wide eyed, adrenaline surging. In these waters, a warning like that could mean only one thing. “Pirates,” you both said as one. 

“They must have seen us riding low in the water with all these crates,” Felix muttered. “Fuck.”

You pressed your palm to his fuzzy shoulder and felt him shivering. “If they’re after the cargo, they’ll be unlikely to sink us. Perhaps they’ll let us go without too much bloodshed.”

Felix snorted derisively at that and said, “My mother was a pirate. There’s no such thing as ‘not too much bloodshed’ for their kind…”

Your eyebrows rose at that new piece of information about him, but you didn’t have time to process it before the watch yelled something again and the boatswain shrilled a new command on his infernal little whistle. Hands to battle stations. 

“Fuck,” Felix cursed again. 

The pirates’ ship was a fast, sleek schooner, and she was onto your merchantman in no time. Where The Clover wallowed low and heavy as a pregnant cow in the water, this ship was fast as a viper, cutting the water with ease, and as you stood on deck, you saw the plume of smoke from a fore-canon go up before you heard the boom and whistle of the warning shot as it sailed clear and hit the water fore and starboard of the ship with a loud splash and spray of saltwater. The schooner itself, from what you could see as the distance between the two ships closed, was a beautiful vessel; her sides were painted with some kind of iridescent, sea green paint that glimmered enchantingly as the reflected light from the waves hit it, making you think of a snake’s scales in full sun. 

A figure took off from the deck of the schooner and you saw immediately that they were a harpy, with wings but no arms, and dexterous, clawed feet. They flew directly towards the quarterdeck of the Clover, with a white sash tied around one ankle. If your captain shot them down like a game bird now, it would be a dishonour worthy of damnation. That didn't stop him cocking a pistol though as the harpy hovered unconcernedly over the water a minute or so later. 

“My captain wishes no harm to your crew,” the harpy began, and you were surprised by the rich tenor voice. Male harpies were extremely rare, hardly ever allowed to leave their colonies since the females regarded them as precious assets to be pampered and protected. To find one out on the open seas - and a pirate no less - was frankly astounding. “But if you put up a fight, we will fire on you. In exchange for your lives, we will take two thirds of your cargo, and anyone who wishes to join our crew will be permitted to do so. What say you?”

“What say I?” your captain bellowed, gripping the bulwark with a white-knuckled hand, the other still poised on his pistol. “I say I should shoot you out of the air you fucking pigeon! Tell your captain I have no intention of handing over a single peppercorn to him!”

While you and Felix shared uneasy looks from the deck, the harpy tipped his head back and laughed, his short black ponytail bobbing and swaying cheerily in the breeze. “Alright, I’ll pass on your message, but let me tell you, my captain is not one to be crossed. She is a ruthless bitch when she has to be!” And with that, he cartwheeled out of the sky just as your own captain shot at him with his pistol. He missed by a country mile, and the harpy’s resounding laughter as he retreated back to the schooner rose immediately above the deafening crack of the gunshot. 

The merchantman was not equipped for combat. Sure, The Clover had a couple of deck canons, but she was mostly reliant on the relative safety of the shallower waters she usually clung to, and the intelligence of her captain. This time, she had neither to keep her safe, and the schooner closed the gap between you in no time. Chain shot tangled the rigging to ribbons, and the majority of the merchant crew surrendered in favour of safe passage to a port. 

When the schooner drew level, hooks embedded in the flanks of The Clover like a rakshasa’s claws, you saw the pirate captain for the first time, and your heart stopped beating for a moment. 

She was a naga, with scales as green as the midsummer sea, flecked here and there with gold, her human torso was bare save for some tight wrappings around her chest and a loose, feminine shirt hanging open and fluttering like gossamer on the strong breeze. Her hair flowed long and loose, a dark, chestnut brown with golden highlights, and her eyes blazed as she brandished a steady blade at the quivering throat of your captain. All in all the takeover had lasted no more than five minutes. 

“Do it,” you muttered from your spot near the ladder to the quarterdeck. You felt sure that there was more to this captain than met the eye, and when three of the pirate naga’s crew emerged from the captains’ cabin with a chest swinging between them, your suspicions were confirmed. 

“Captain!” one yelled. She was a huge, powerfully-built lizardfolk warrior, with two long knives sheathed across her scaled back, and a maw full of jagged teeth. “Captain! Our respectable merchantman is smuggling dragon eggs!” 

You whipped around to gawp at the chest as they set it down and opened it to reveal a clutch of three stunning eggs, each a different colour, glimmering softly in the sun. “What?” you gasped, and beside you Felix looked as horrified as you felt. In theory you were fine with piracy and smuggling, but when it came to the trafficking of actual lives… that was an entirely different kettle of fish. 

The naga captain caught your reaction and raised an eyebrow. “Interessssssting,” she hissed, lowering her body down to the eye-level of the Clover’s captain. “You in the habit of keeping things from your crew, eh, Captain?” she crooned. The captain’s throat bobbed and a bead of sweat rolled into his eye, making him blink furiously, though he didn’t dare move any other part of him. 

One of her own crew, who looked like a small, lithe, arctic werefox in full shift, yipped and howled playfully and clapped their paw-like hands together, gleefully egging the naga on. 

Sensing she had an audience now, the naga chuckled softly - a deep, throaty sound that sent the blood rushing straight between your legs - and licked her lips slowly with a forked tongue. She raised her voice and yelled over her shoulder to her crew. “What do we do to captains who keep shit from their crew?” she yelled. 

“End them!” came the harsh croak of a tengu, among other voices calling similar things. 

“Feed them to the sharks!” shouted an appropriately shark-headed merfolk standing on deck with his colossally muscular arms folded across his huge, pale, bare chest, all his mouthful of teeth on show. 

The naga captain turned back to face the trembling human and leaned in close to his ear to speak in a very soft purr. “Feed them to the sharks…” she repeated slowly. Her golden eyes flashed, her skin the colour of rich bronze, and she looked to you like a statue come to life. 

You’d have been lying if you’d said you weren’t completely in awe of her in that moment. It was easy to see why her crew was clearly so loyal. The sheer presence of this woman was almost tangible, like static before a storm. 

“You stole a mother’s children,” she said, voice hardening, venom sharp. “You stole them for profit, and you weren’t even going to share that with your crew?”

“I d-didn’t…” the captain stammered. “I’m just… tr-transporting them…”

The flat look from the naga did nothing to calm his chattering teeth. “You’re even worse than I thought,” she said. 

And with that, she picked the flabby little man up and hurled him overboard. He hit the water screaming and no one bothered to check if his head stayed above the waves. 

“Right,” the naga bellowed. “My original offer still stands. Two thirds of your valuable cargo, and you can stay behind to limp into port or you can come with me. I’ve got room for at least five more on my ship.” She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder and added, “The Shimmerscale is a fair ship - we all know exactly what we’re transporting, and we don’t trade in living beings. You get paid after every job we do, with your cut being proportionate to your station. No one goes hungry or thirsty, and if you’re hurt, we’ve got the best doctor on the Glimmering Sea.” 

At that comment, you watched the burly sharkman turn his face away slightly as if embarrassed, until the werefox thumped him on his huge bicep and wagged her tail. “That’s my boy!” she giggled, and he tucked an arm around her shoulders and yanked her close to his body in an unmistakably affectionate gesture. 

Something inside you ached as you witnessed that closeness, and you stepped forward instinctively. “I’ll join you,” you said. “I know some woodwork and carpentry so I can help out your ship’s carpenter if you need.”

“And if not?” she grinned at you, putting one hand on her hip. 

“Then I’m another set of hands on deck,” you countered respectfully. 

She nodded. “Welcome. Help us load the cargo, and you can come aboard.”

“Thank you.”

Felix joined you, along with a couple of the others, while the rest of the original merchant crew remained on the Clover to sail the remnants of the spice cargo back to port and claim what they could for it. 

Standing on the deck of the Shimmerscale, you rolled your sore shoulders and looked over at Felix, who had already been scooped up by a massive female gnoll and was sharing a laugh with her. Apparently, with his mother being a pirate, this gnoll had heard of her and they were starting to get along already. You, meanwhile, stood alone until the captain herself slithered over.

Your mouth went dry again as you blinked up at her and swallowed thickly. This close up you could see every flex of her powerful muscles and it made all the thoughts in your head turn to inarticulate sand. The way her scales caught the sunlight was mesmeric, and the sinuous rippling of her body was enough to make you hot under your skin. “Welcome aboard,” she said. “I’ll take you down to Derek. He’s the ship’s carpenter. He’s unlikely to want you, but we do need a carpenter’s mate, so don’t you let him give you shit, ok?”

You nodded, if a little uneasily. 

“I’m Lissana,” she said, extending a hand. Her forearm was tattooed, you noticed, with a small flock of swallows. 

Introducing yourself, you felt her fingers tighten momentarily and then she beckoned you below. 

Derek was indeed the grumpiest, crankiest old satyr you’d ever met. The next two weeks aboard weren’t exactly pleasant with him - he criticised everything you did, insisted that you knew absolutely fuck all, constantly sent you up to dizzying heights in the rigging to fix or inspect parts of the mast and yards that really didn’t need attention, and refused to let you anywhere near any of his tools for fear that you’d ‘royally muck ‘em up’. When you weren’t with him, however, you spent your time getting to know the crew. 

Felix had been adopted into the family like a stray puppy, and everyone loved him; the big gnoll, Asha, especially treated him like her long-lost little brother. While you weren’t the heart and soul of joyful evenings on deck, you were still made welcome. The male harpy, Nik, turned into one of your closer acquaintances, and you’d spent enough time together to feel comfortable enough asking him one evening why he was out on the Shimmerscale as Lissana’s First Mate, and not still with his harpy colony. 

“My big sister was actually the one who let me go,” he said affably, perched on a crate, wings folded behind him, with a bottle of beer in his right claw since he was off-duty now. “She knew I wasn’t happy to be some pampered breeding stud and she told me to get out while I could. My cousin back at the colony fucking loves the life, so that’s all good I guess. I much prefer this. Liss is good too. Not sure it’d be quite the same with someone else at the helm.”

You cocked your head curiously and an expression flickered across your face that very clearly asked, ‘are you two together?’.

Nik shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. She’s just… Well, she’s Liss, you know? Terrifying pirate, best sailor that anyone’s ever met, fierce mother hen to her little crew…” He paused and scratched the back of his head with the elbow of his wing. “Don’t think she swings my way anyway,” he added somewhat ruefully. 

“She doesn’t join in on evenings like this?” you asked, gesturing towards where Derek was playing a flute on a barrel near the main mast. It had surprised you that the old caprine satyr even knew how to play the flute, let alone that he felt like sharing his considerable talent with the rest of the crew, but he was surprisingly good and his gnarled, knuckly old fingers still knew their way around a jig or two. 

The pair of you laughed as you watched Mabonne bound over to her partner and yank the unwilling sharkman to his feet to dance. The little arctic werefox pranced and capered around him until he finally split a toothy grin and joined in. 

Laughing, Nik shook his head, dark ponytail bobbing merrily. “Nah. She keeps to herself most of the time.”

A prickling on the back of your neck made you look back over your shoulder towards the captain’s quarters, and you just caught the door to her cabins clicking shut. Nik noticed the frown on your face but didn’t comment. 

From time to time, Liss did join in, but she never forced her company on the crew, and more often than not, she was to be found at the very stern of the ship, staring at the frothing wake of the Shimmerscale as she carved through the seas like a ploughshare through soil. She popped down to visit you and Derek on occasion, and even interrupted an argument between the two of you over whether to dovetail a joint or do some other kind of join. She laughed huskily and said that when the sea chest in question was finished, she’d like to buy it from you, and you could split the cost between you. 

If you added one or two serpentine motifs to it after that, well, Derek certainly didn’t judge. In fact, he seemed to approve of your decorative work, which was a development. 

About two months into your stay aboard the Shimmerscale, your course took you past a school of sirens who breeched the surface of the Glimmering Sea and began to sing softly up at the ship. In the dusky pink light, with barely a swell on the ocean, the sharkman, Alearis, growled a warning at them and they laughed and tittered up at him while Lissana slithered over to the bulwark and grinned. “Easy there,” she said. “None of us fancy joining you in the drink today.”

“Liss!” one of them crooned, her long, greenish hair trailing in the water like weed. “It’s been so long since you’ve sailed these waters… Let us share a song with you!”

“One refrain of yours is enough to last a lifetime!” she laughed. “But what can I trade with you today instead?”

The conversation was a constant, lyrical back and forth, and you noted the glassy eyes of the crew members who, while not entirely enchanted, were more than a little entranced by the merfolks’ voices. Felix looked particularly bewitched until Asha clocked him round the head with her paw and snickered at him, at which point he shuffled off below deck with his short tail between his hind legs. 

Lissana surprised you by laying a hand on your shoulder and squeezing you briefly before releasing you. “You alright? You don’t seem too affected by them.”

You shook your head and licked your lips instinctively. Damn but Liss was attractive. She favoured soft, blousy materials that barely seemed to skim her torso and always revealed strong collarbones and just the hint of her muscular chest and torso. That day, her long brown hair was tied back in a complicated braid, pulled forwards over one shoulder like a section of ship’s rope. 

“I guess… I have everything I could want right here,” you shrugged. “A crew that cares for one another; a little floating family.”

“There’s nothing else you want?” she asked, her voice husky and rich. 

You twitched your shoulder again - the same one she’d just touched and somehow it felt altered by her presence, though you couldn’t explain exactly what had changed. “There are plenty of things I’d like, sure, but nothing I really desperately need.” As her eyes flashed softly, you felt a little sting of boldness swell your words and added playfully, “Why, are you offering me something else?”

With a slight smile she said simply, “Not if you don’t really want it…”

Liss was a bit of an enigma, for sure. “I don’t know what I’m being offered, so I can’t tell you if I’d really want it or not…” you returned playfully. 

Her expression turned a bit sad as she said, “You’d know if you wanted it. Goodnight.” And with that, the captain left you on the deck and slithered quietly away towards her quarters, her business with the sirens clearly over. 

Calm times couldn’t last, however, and as you sailed past a rocky bluff on a dangerous patch of coastline, the ship’s bell clanged out a frantic warning that another ship was approaching. A second later, and Nik did a dive that would have made a peregrine falcon jealous and landed gracefully on the quarterdeck beside Liss. “It’s the Bull, I’m sure of it,” he squawked and Liss cursed. 

“Hands to battle stations!” she bellowed, drawing the telescope from the holster on her belt and confirming that it was indeed the pirate captain known simply as ‘the Bull’. In your short time aboard, you’d learned that there was a small league of pirates who had banded together and agreed not to hunt one another, but the minotaur had refused and had instead declared open war on all of them. 

Liss caught sight of you standing there and for a heartbeat you thought you saw her eyes flare wide with open, undisguised fear. “You!” she yelled, pointing at you. “Get below. You’re not on the fighting crew.”

“But -”

“That’s an order!” she snapped, and then turned her attention back to Nik, dismissing you as little more than an afterthought. 

Not long after that, Felix grabbed your arm and tugged you below. The last thing you saw was the deck of the Bull’s ship drawing up, and grappling hooks launching across the gap. The sound of steel on steel, the explosions of pistols and the chaos of combat filled the air above you. Unable to bear it after only a few minutes, you snuck out of a companionway and your eyes were instantly drawn to the flash of green and gold that was Lissana. 

On the deck of the Bull’s ship, surrounded by three of his crew and wielding a long spear, topped with a wicked, curved blade, Lissana coiled herself up, ready to strike with tail or spear. Using the muscle of her tail, she swept two of them overboard in a lethal strike, but the third swung for her head. Before you could think, someone swung something heavy at your own head and you ducked instinctively. 

One of the Bull’s crew sent his club arcing through the air at you, and in a moment of panic you knew you should have stayed below. You really weren’t a fighter, and even as you turned to head back to the hatch, you realised it was too late. There were too many of the Bull’s crew on deck, and your retreat was cut off. Fear choked your throat, but you scampered for the rigging, dodging this way and that like a rabbit at full tilt. The instant the rough ropes hit your palms, you climbed. One of the stays had come loose and was flailing in the wind, lashing this way and that like a cobra, but you clung on tight as the heavy rope thudded into your side as you made your way upwards, praying that you’d be left alone. 

Safe on the spar, you crouched, watching, horrified, as Lissana found herself cornered on the Bull’s ship.

A heartbeat of piercing clarity descended on you, and in an instant you made a decision. You had grabbed the loose rope and were swinging through the plumes of black powder before you could talk yourself out of it. Bracing your feet together, you lashed out as you landed, the impact sending one of the three enemy pirates who had Lissana backed against the captain’s quarters flailing backwards into the bulwark and landing in an unconscious rag doll pile nearby. 

Using the distraction, Lissana moved, swift as a viper, and whirled her spear at the jawline of the nearest assailant. You, however, found yourself barrelled backwards by a charging enemy satyr, the horns of a bighorn sheep driving the air from your ribcage on impact. Your back hit the bulwark and toppled overboard. The cold of the ocean hit you like a blow from a sledge hammer and you barely had the presence of mind to close your mouth to stop the sea rushing in before kicking towards the churning surface.

The splash and rush of someone else hitting the water nearby hardly registered, but when you saw a shark’s fin cutting through the waves you floundered backwards in terror. Only when Alearis’ familiar head poked above the water did your reeling mind register that he must have seen you go over and leapt in after you. 

“Oh my gods,” you whimpered, suddenly weak with relief. 

He just grinned and grabbed your waist, tugging you towards the Bull’s ship. “Liss has the Bull on his knees!” he cackled, hefting you up against the curved planks of the hull while Asha tossed down a rope. 

When you joined the others, dripping and shivering, you caught Liss’ eye and her gaze flared gold with bright anger. She finished her ‘conversation’ with the now-shackled Bull - a colossal, russet-coated minotaur with a patch over one eye and half a horn missing, replaced with a solid silver prosthetic that glinted in the sun - and turned to you. 

Her face was a thunderhead. “I told you to stay below!” she roared, and you took half a step back as venom actually dripped from her fangs. She had a spatter of blood up her cheek and it the sight of it was a terrible beauty. 

“Easy,” Alearis growled behind you, laying a hand protectively on your shoulder. “Come on. Let’s leave things to the boss and head back to the Shimmerscale, eh?”

Rattled, and from more than just the cold, you agreed, turning away and leaving the fuming naga to deal with the Bull. Your stomach was churning unpleasantly for the rest of the afternoon, and you sat alone in the carpenter’s workshop with shavings of wood at your feet and the sharp tang of tannins in the air, and none of it did anything to loosen the knot of unease in your chest. 

It wasn’t until later that night, when Alearis and Mabonne had taken the Bull’s ship with a small number of Lissana’s crew towards the Pirate Islands for him to be dealt with there, that you dared visit your own captain. 

While the rest of the Shimmerscale’s crew enjoyed the spoils of their hard fighting, some, Nik included, nursing minor wounds, you made your way to Lissana’s quarters and knocked softly, waiting for her to answer. 

“Who is it?” she asked, voice rough. You spoke your name and heard a quiet hiss from the other side. After a short pause, she added, “Enter.”

You’d never been inside her quarters before, and you were surprised by the softness of the interior. Large, colourful cushions formed a cosy pallet bed in one corner, with a deep pile of blankets messily cast aside, and in the centre of the room was her expansive desk, covered with sheafs of paper and records, and, you noted, a large glass bottle of amber liquor. 

“What do you want?” she demanded, hands braced on the desk, her hair messy and loose. At least the blood was gone. 

“I… I wanted to apologise?” you offered. “I’ve clearly angered you, and -”

She drew herself up like a cobra on the point of striking. “Angered me?” she said, eyes flashing again. “Angered me? You… You disobeyed a direct order, and put yourself in danger!”

“I’m sorry,” you insisted. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch them hurt you!”

“But you could have been killed!” she said, gesturing with an expressive hand. “You’re a carpenter, not a killer!”

“I saw Derek wielding his bearded axes today,” you countered hotly. “What’s your issue with me? After all these weeks aboard, do you really think I’m that weak?”

A complicated emotion darted over her face and she paused. Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head, swiping her hair out of her eyes with a bruised, scuffed hand. “You’re not weak,” she whispered, turning away. “Gods, no, you’re not weak. What you did today took incredible courage.” She let out a loose, rough, husky laugh. “The reason I’m so gods-damned angry about it is that I was terrified for you!” 

“What?”

“I saw you swinging through the air like that and all I could think was ‘please don’t die’.”

You smiled and as you did, her whole demeanour changed. 

“You think I’m soft,” she chuckled. “Don’t tell me. No, wait, don’t tell the crew…”

“Ach,” you scoffed, waving a hand and half turning away towards the doorway, grateful to have at least cleared things up. “They already know you love them like a mother hen does her brood.”

Viper-quick, she dashed forwards and took your wrist in her hand. “Wait,” she murmured.

Her thumb caressed the inside of your wrist and you felt your joints melt at the sensation. Weak-kneed and with a pounding heart, you turned back to look at her. 

“Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

With a smile, you nodded. “I’ve… I’ve been better, but I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

“If you need anything, come to me.”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “I will. I promise.”

It wasn’t until Liss sailed the Shimmerscale into the Sacred Lagoon, a week later, that she found you alone on the shore beneath a rocky overhang. Her sleek belly scales made only the softest whisper on the silver sands and she approached looking soft and almost shy. “I thought I’d find you here,” she said. 

“It’s beautiful,” you offered, but it was the naga who took your breath and eloquence away just by standing there, with her salt-tousled hair hanging loose down her back and her white blouse open to reveal the bindings around her chest and the ridges of her muscular abs. The point where they melted into the scales of her serpentine body looked smooth as polished marble and you ached - not for the first time - to touch her. 

Her tongue darted out slightly and as she tasted the air, you knew she would sense your growing arousal. “I’d like you to know that I don’t make a habit of sleeping with my crew,” she said flatly. 

“And yet here you are…” you said, not making a move to get to your feet. 

“And yet here I am,” she laughed quietly. “Tell me I’m not misreading this,” she added. 

You shook your head. “You’re gorgeous, and powerful, and formidable, and compassionate…” you stopped before you really embarrassed yourself, and she smiled, slithering closer. 

“Go on,” Liss purred invitingly, coiling herself around you as you sat on the sand. 

Your thoughts stuttered as the mesmeric shimmer of her scales dazzled you, and you leaned back into the muscle of the tail supporting you until she squeezed even tighter and came to a tantalising halt just above your head. Her nails raked through your scalp as she leaned over you and kissed the crown of your head. “You’re so talented,” she said. “I’ve seen the things you’ve made with Derek’s tools and chisels, and I love your hands,” she added, reaching down and scooping up your hands in her own and pressing kisses to your knuckles. “They made that beautiful sea chest…” 

Speechless, you let her kiss you, marvelling at the way she practically worshipped you, her body rippling slowly. “Really,” you blustered, “It’s… It’s nothing… I mean… it’s not like I’m captain of an entire ship, you know? I didn’t bring in the great pirate Bull almost single handedly either…”

“I had some help,” she shrugged and let her tongue play over your fingertips before drawing your fingers into her mouth and sucking. 

Your brain went blank and you shuddered, a groan escaping you as heat flooded south. 

“Let me tasssste you?” she asked, her words hissing as she lost herself in the sensations of your body, exploring tentatively beneath your clothes, her golden eyes fixed on your face, searching for any sign of reluctance. 

Finding none, and only enthusiastic encouragement in the form of wordless moans and gasps, and the occasional bitten-lipped nod, she got to work, using both her hands and her tongue until your body was writhing, half draped back over the comfortable coils of her magnificent, shimmering green tail. 

“Liss!” you gasped, trying to grab hold of her but finding no purchase on the smooth scales. “I’m -”

“Come for me,” she said and flicked her forked tongue once more over you. The teasing touch was too much and you crashed into your orgasm in a heaving, gasping rush. Your back arched and she kept her mouth on you, her throat working as she enjoyed the taste of you even as you lay twitching in a blissful aftermath. 

As you blinked the stars from your vision, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and looked at her with heavily lidded eyes. 

“You look even better like that,” she commented dryly. “I’m going to make you come again. And again,” she added, kissing you where you were most sensitive and making your whole body spasm again. “And again…” she said punctuating each repetition with a kiss until you were shivering and twitching, oversensitive and delightfully turned on still. 

“I can’t… can’t wait to make… make you… ah… make you come,” you managed. 

“You’ll have to wait,” she said with a playful, mock-sternness to her tone. “Because when I want something, I always get it.”

“That’s true,” you said, slumping back in joyous defeat and feeling her cool body shifting slightly beneath you, lifting you up into a better position for her to rake her tongue over you in a long, decadent, hot stripe. As she ran her forked tongue up over you, you heard her whisper, “My treasure…” and couldn’t even find it within yourself to muster up a groan before she had you bucking up against her clever tongue again, seeking more, demanding more. 

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