Happy Holidays! Male anaconda naga x gn reader (nsfw) (Patreon)

Christmas Dad-fic (kind of) anyone? When I started writing this, 'naga' was winning the poll, but orcs and uruks seem to be in the lead now (by two points). I hope this will suffice anyway! Thank you all for your support, and I wish you all a very safe and merry time. I can't see family this year, but we've got a little family on Discord and Tumblr too, so I don't feel so bad! Thanks for being so consistently wonderful. 

Content:  penetrative sex (gender and body neutral reader though), brief  background mention of a fleetingly missing child, single dadWordcount: just shy of 6k words

The  crash of falling packets and tins that filled aisle three brought  boiling blood to your ears and you just had to stand there, one aisle  over, clenching your jaw and trying not to swear out loud for a long  minute. Retail work at Christmas fucking sucked. A tin can rolled out of  the aisle as you rounded the corner to survey the damage, and you  stooped to pick it up. By the time you’d straightened, you could hear  gentle, hissed cursing emanating from the source of the crash.

There in aisle three, a monstrously thick and long tail coiled up in embarrassment, was a naga,  their warm, tanned skin flushed pink from ears to neck as they began  scrabbling to pick up the remnants of the Christmas display. “I’m so  sorry,” they cringed as you appeared and they took in your uniform.  “Really, it’ssssss… I’m… Gods, I’m so sorry. I’ll clear it all up. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s  fine,” you said, trying to be professional. At least they weren’t  somehow trying to blame you for it, which had been known to happen in  the past when people dropped glass bottles of gross mulled wine or  frothing bottles of beer. “Nothing’s broken…”

“Thank the Godsssss.”

You looked a little more closely at them and had to twitch your mouth into a tiny smile. They really were enormous, even by naga standards. Guessing he was male, from the clothing and general  appearance, you had just opened your mouth to tell him again that he  could leave it to you, when a much smaller voice from behind him  groused, “Oh my Gods! Dad? You’re so embarrassing!” The tiny, reedy  voice drew out the final word into a long and scathing rebuke.

You bit your lips together and fought back the rising urge to laugh as a young naga,  perhaps six or seven, slithered round the other end of the aisle with a  big bottle of orange juice in her hands, which she’d presumably been  tasked with fetching.

“I know, I’m sorry sweetie. Will you help me clean it up?”

“No  way!” she snorted, and dumped the orange juice in the trolley before  bolting as fast as possible from the scene of the crime.

He  let out a long, slow breath through his nose and rubbed his fingertips  between his eyes. You risked a glance up and saw that he looked suddenly  exhausted. He wore his shiny, black hair long, as many naga did, and tied back in a plait that fell most of the way down his back, and he was duffled up in a chunky, dark green cable-knit sweater. From this angle - where  you were stooped on the floor and picking up packets of chestnuts and  ready-made stuffing for Christmas - you were struck by just how  attractive he was.

When he caught you looking at him, he sighed again. “I’m so sssssorry,”  he said. “I just… wasn’t paying attention to what the rest of me was  doing. Really, you don’t have to clear it all up for me. I promise to  put it all back where it came from.”

“It’s fine,” you said, and found that you actually meant it. “You should probably catch up with your daughter…”

His  eyes darted to your name badge and you saw him read it before he smiled  at you. He had thick, slightly pronounced canines and a glimmering  white smile that made your insides swoop. “You’re probably right… Thank  you. I’m so sorry…”

And  with that, he was gone, pushing his shopping trolley around the corner.  Well, his torso disappeared, but it was a while before his massively  long body vanished completely. If he’d lain out flat, he must have been  at least ten metres long from head to tail tip, if not longer.

The  regular, lyrical slithering of his body, the way his muscles bunched  and shifted to propel him forward, also did unexpected things to you,  and you found yourself tingling all over. The diamond plates of his  scales shimmered like patinated bronze - a warm, coffee-brown with  darker, mesmeric spots - and it was clear from his upper half that he  was in really, really good shape. You licked your lips and hoped he  hadn’t noticed your private lusting after him, and turned to the last of  the packets just as your manager appeared.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. “I heard a big old crash. You alright?”

You  laughed. “Yeah,” you sighed, straightening with a grunt, and hand to  your lower back. You eyed his tail too and chuckled. He had to have been  half the width and length of the anaconda naga, and where the latter had moved slowly, with ponderous, undulating movements of his muscle, Osman was a golden-brown viper naga, and twitchy as a bird. “A naga forgot to keep track of the end of his tail, I think. Sideswiped the Christmas display.”

“Ahh,”  Osman sighed melodramatically, clearly relieved that no harm had come  to you, his shop, or to a customer. “Well, we’ve all done it at one  point or another.” He shot a glance up at the speakers in one corner of  the store and glared at them, as if the venom in his gaze would make  them drop off the walls. “And if I have to hear one more rendition of  ‘All I want for Christmas’, I think I might take my own tail to the  Santa display over in aisle four… Could be most satisfying…”

You grinned, and headed off to start restocking the frozen food aisle.

The  pattern of the week was usually the same. Osman liked to give you all  the same regular shifts when he could, to create a sense of continuity  and stability, and the team got on pretty well.

Two days after the anaconda naga incident, Banner, a gnoll with a gruff voice and gentle eyes who was usually on the same shift as  you, smiled amicably as you passed him on your way to take your lunch  break. His fur had finally dried out from the torrential rain that  seemed to have set in for the day, if the background rumbling on the  roof was anything to go by, but it was fluffier than usual, and sticking  up in all directions.

“You look like you got hit by lightning,” you snickered and he giggled gnollishly at you, showing a lot of teeth and wiggling his stumpy tail in amusement.

“I  finally stopped smelling like a wet dog too,” he shot back. “Thought I  was going to have to sneak open a bottle of body spray in the back…”

“Os would have smelled it instantly, and you know it.”

He  cocked his head in acknowledgement and turned away as a diminutive  centaur asked him where she could find the packets of dried fruit. He  moved off to help her, and you made your way to the tiny break room with  your stomach growling.

Settled  in the surprisingly cosy room, you fished your phone and a Tupperware  of leftovers out from your bag and saw an answerphone message from your  brother waiting for you, and three missed calls.

Normally he was a pretty sporadic texter, so to have this many messages was unusual, and you tapped the answerphone icon with a concerned scowl.

“Hey,  kiddo,” he began, sounding breathless and a bit strained. He’d always  called you that, regardless of your actual age. “So… I’ve got a bit of a  crisis at the station - nothing life-threatening, don't worry - but I’m  not going to make it to pick up Ash after school. There’s literally no  way I can do it. I wouldn’t normally bother you, but is there any way  you can pick them up? I know you’re working, and I know you probably  won’t be able to do it, but I’ve got literally no one else I can ask at  this point… Please, just text me back when you get this…”

He  sounded frantic, and you could hear a police siren going in the distant  parking lot. Whatever was going on, it clearly required the attention  of the whole local police department, and there wasn’t much arguing with  that.

“Let me ask Osman,” you texted back, and rose, leaving your lunch untouched to search for him.

“Os?”

He blinked rapidly as he looked up. “What’s up?”

“Is  there any chance I can skip out early today? I know it’s holiday  season, but my brother’s got held up with an emergency at the station  and he can’t pick his kid up from school…”

Osman smiled. “Go,” he said immediately. “I’m sure Banner and I can cover for you.”

“Os, you’re the best. I’m getting you another Christmas present this year.”

“Another?”  he asked, straightening slightly. Really, it was adorable. “You didn’t  have to get me anything. Besides, you’ve literally never missed a  shift.”

“You’re  the only manager I’ve ever had who’s actually had a heart, Osman - and a  good one at that. Of course I’m getting you a Christmas present.”

He  flushed slightly and swayed, the sides of the cobra-like hood on his  neck flaring a little. “Go on. Go fetch your brother’s kid.”

You  messaged to say you were on your way, and received a very grateful  series of emojis by the time you pulled up at the school gates. The rain  relented for a moment and turned the puddles to flashing mercury as you  stepped out of your car and hurried over.

When  Ash saw you, they cocked their head to one side but came over anyway, a  messenger bag slung long over their shoulder. At thirteen, Ash was just  dabbling in the ‘silent and withdrawn’ stage, but they had the same  sweet nature as your brother. Aside from that though, they looked almost  exactly like their mother, save for the eyes.

“Hey,” you said. “Your dad got held up with a case at the station, so it’s me today. How was school?”

“Not bad,” they shrugged. “Got a B in a History test.”

“You  pleased?” you asked as they fell into step beside you. The answering  shrug didn’t tell you one way or the other, and you decided not to press  it.

Kids  of all ages from four to eighteen attended the massive, multi-species  school, and Ash’s friend Lina, a werewolf currently in full shift,  trotted over and swatted them on the back of the head. “Hey loser,” she  grinned at them, and Ash finally cracked a grin. “Hey,” she added at you  when she noticed your presence. “Your dad ok, Ash?”

Ash twitched a shoulder. “Something came up at work.”

“You want to come over to mine?” Lina asked. “Mum’s cooking lasagne tonight and she always makes enough to feed two wolf packs…”

Ash  looked up at you for permission, their eyes the exact shape and hue as  your brother’s, and you smiled. “I’ll have to text him first…”

“I  can wait,” Lina said easily. Her fur was a beautiful hazel brown,  speckled with cream, and you suspected that Ash had a bit of a crush on  her, but you refrained from embarrassing them. While Ash and Lina talked  a little way off, you pulled out your phone.

Waiting  for a response, you looked up and saw the steady, rippling, side to  side movement of a naga, and your mind instantly flashed back to the  incident in the shop at the weekend. To your surprise, you found that it  was the same naga. He was pacing on the far side of the road,  slithering up and down the pavement like he’d been kept waiting. That  day his black hair was pulled back into a loose, scruffy bun, with  strands hanging forward into his face, and he wore a heavy woollen coat.  In that light, he looked like a model.

At  the shout of a little girl, he stopped and turned, his face lighting up  in a way that was honestly adorable, and he opened his arms in  invitation after checking that there was no traffic on the road. The  young naga shot out of the gates and he scooped her up, though her tail  still dragged on the wet tarmac. “Hey Noodle,” he said, rubbing his nose  repeatedly against hers until she giggled and he set her down. His eyes  must have been drawn by the fact that you were standing stock still and  staring straight at him, because a moment later he looked up and his  dark brows flickered into a frown.

You swallowed and looked back at your blank phone screen.

A  few seconds later, the naga approached, his daughter’s hand held firmly  in his. When you looked up, you found that all the fun and silliness  had gone out of her, and she glowered up at you from where she was  plastered to her dad’s side, with surprising hostility in her dark eyes.

“Hey,” her father said. “I’m sorry to bother you, but are you… do you…?” he faltered, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m the one from the store, yes,” you said carefully, wondering where he was going with this.

“I thought so. Are you a parent here then?” he asked.

You  shook your head and looked over at Ash and Lina who were hunched over a  phone and laughing conspiratorially. “My brother’s kid. He works at the  police station and couldn’t pick them up today, so… I stepped in. I’m  just waiting to hear back from him though. Ash wants to go to their  friend’s for supper…”

He nodded. “I’m Emil, by the way,” he said in a bit of a bashful rush. “And this is Annalise.”

“Nice to meet you, Annalise,” you said to the girl, who continued to glare at you.

Emil rolled his eyes and sighed. “She’s not one for strangers.”

You shrugged. “Can’t say I blame her.”

“Listen, I didn’t want to bother you, but I hope you didn’t get any flack for all the mess I caused the other day…?”

You  shook your head. “My manager is a naga too, and when I told him what  happened, he just said something like ‘we’ve all done it at some  point’.”

Emil’s  shoulders dropped visibly and he laughed, flashing that bright smile  and those intriguingly chunky canines. Your skin prickled to know what  they felt like against you, and you shivered.

Emil took a breath and said, “Is…” and then swallowed and stopped.

You raised your eyebrows and he chuckled.

“Sorry.  I just… Is there any way I can make it up to you? Maybe…” he took a  really deep breath and blurted, “Take you for coffee sometime?”

The  offer caught you off guard, but you smiled all the same. How long had  it even been since you’d been on a date? The last few matches you’d  found online had been ok, but nothing special. You’d certainly had more  luck finding matches with OkCryptid than with others, but it hadn’t been  great.

“Sure,”  you said, unable to keep from glancing at his hand to see if he had a  ring. He was a father, after all, and that was not the kind of thing you  wanted to get tangled up in. When you saw nothing but warm, brown skin  with no hint of a band, you smiled. “I’d like that. Where —” but your  phone started to ring and you excused yourself to answer it. He just  smiled and shifted a little further away.

The  moment you turned away, Annalise hissed something at her father, and  the two began a hushed and rapid conversation in a language you didn’t  understand.

“Hey,”  came the gruff voice of your brother. “I have no problem with Ash going  to Lina’s, and if they wanna stay over, that’s fine too. Helpful, even.  You’ll have to get some stuff for overnight, but if it’s not a problem  for you…”

“It’s fine by me. I’ve got no plans for tonight anyway. You ok?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding almost anything but. He gave a huge exhale and said, “There’s a missing kid. It’s all hands on deck.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

He  grunted. “No. Leave it to us, but… keep an eye out, ok? She’s  reptilian, and in all this rain, she could get really cold really  quickly.”

“Where was she last seen?”

“Over  by the meadows, apparently. Look, we’ve got werewolves and nagas out  searching by scent, and harpies and owlfolk in the sky. We’ll find her.”

“Ok. Keep me posted if you can, alright? And take care. I’ll look after Ash.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” he sighed, and hung up.

When  you glanced back at Ash and Lina, they were both looking at you and  Lina had gone tense, ears forward, tail high and fluffy. They came back  without you calling them, and Ash asked, “Is dad ok?”

You  smiled. “Yeah. There’s a missing kid and he and the team are taking  care of it. He said you can stay with Lina if you like, but if you’ve  got work to do, or if it’s not convenient, you can stay with me.”

Beside  you, Emil had gone still, and had stopped talking with his daughter.  Lina looked at Ash and grinned, though the gesture lacked its usual  ebullience. “Mum should be here any minute. You can come back with me  and we can do that Geography homework together.”

“I should grab some stuff,” Ash mumbled.

“I  can bring a toothbrush and a change of clothes and stuff over later if  you give me the address,” you said, watching Ash perk up visibly.

With  that all sorted, the two of them headed back towards the trees where  they had been playing on Lina’s phone, and you took a breath and turned  back to Emil. He seemed awkward about having stayed within earshot, but  you smiled and said, “I’m sure they’ll find her.”

“Your  brother’s a police officer then?” he asked. He seemed tense, but you  nodded. “Yeah. He met his wife in the force. She died when Ash was four  though.”

At  that piece of news, Emil squeezed Annalise’s hand but they said nothing  else about it. “When would be a good time for coffee then?” he asked.  “This weekend?”

You nodded. “Perfect. You know the Copper Kettle?”

He beamed, tiny dimples just pinching his dark cheeks. “I do. Great choice. Meet you there at, what, eleven on Saturday?”

With  it all arranged, you watched the pair of them slither away, instantly  resuming whatever conversation had been interrupted by the news of the  missing child.

Saturday  seemed to take forever to roll around, and you found yourself unusually  nervous about your date. You also felt a slight pang of guilt when you  hoped he wouldn’t have to bring Annalise with him. It wasn’t that you  didn’t like children, but she had seemed so hostile, which would  undoubtedly have made things awkward.

In  fact, you needn’t have worried. Emil was already at the Copper Kettle  when you got there, and he was alone. His enormous tail was coiled up  and beneath himself in a far corner, and you saw immediately then why  he’d been relieved at your choice of cafe. With wide spaces between the  tables, there was plenty of room for him to manoeuvre, and there were no  uncomfortable steps with sharp edges for him to have to slither over to  get in the door.

He  brightened visibly when you entered, and he waved at you. You wove your  way over to join him feeling a cloud of butterflies in your chest.  “Hey,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he replied. “I didn’t order yet, but she said it was fine to take a table. I hope this one’s ok?”

“It’s  perfect,” you said as you pulled out a seat that stood in a shaft of  sunlight from the nearby window. It glanced off his shoulder and you  felt a rush of heat in your groin as you watched the way the light  played along his gilded skin and over the sculpted muscles of his upper  arms and shoulders. With the weather milder that day than it had been  for a while, he had opted for a tighter-fitting pullover that showed his  chest off to spectacular advantage. You bit back the cheesy urge to say  ‘you’re perfect too’, and slid into your seat.

Emil  swallowed and pushed a menu across the table towards you. “I think I’m  going to have chamomile tea,” he said rather bashfully, as if it was a  sin to have anything but a triple-strength espresso.

You  could use something to calm your nerves too, but you opted for your  usual, and a moment later a beautiful woman with the iridescent wings of  a butterfly stepped over to take your order.

As  she left, you turned to Emil and mouthed, “Wow. Those wings are  something else, huh? I’d probably just be super clumsy if I had wings  though…” you added glumly.

He twitched a smile and shifted his tail a bit.

“So… I have to ask…” you began.

His  brows buckled and he turned his cocoa-brown eyes on you. You almost got  lost in them, but managed to croak, “Do you ask every shop assistant  you meet out for a coffee?”

He  relaxed instantly and chuffed a soft laugh that made your blood rush  south. “No. Absolutely not. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you  again, but I’m glad I did.” A heartbeat later his face fell and he  added, “I mean, I’m not glad about the circumstances… I heard they found  the girl though…”

“Yeah.  She’d just wandered off and got turned around. She was fine. They kept  her in overnight for observation, but she went home the next morning.”  You looked around at the busy little coffee shop and smiled. “I forgot  how much I love it here. It’s been years since I stopped by.”

He  grinned and sat back a little against the wall. He was seated in the  corner, without a chair because of his miles and miles of serpentine  tail, and he folded his arms across his chest which did impressive  things to his biceps and made you forget your own name for a moment.  When he spoke, you let your eyes drift briefly to his lips which were  full and had a beautiful, pronounced Cupid’s bow. His tongue was forked,  you realised from his slight lisp, and he had a very small and simple  gold hoop earring in his left ear that you’d not noticed before. The  gold complemented his dark skin tone, and you swallowed thickly. He was  gorgeous. Why the heck was he still single?

“I used to work here in the kitchens,” he said. “I’m still on really good terms with the owner.”

“You did?”

“Mmm,”  he hummed. “I now run a catering company, which actually doesn’t give  me too much time in the kitchen at all any more. It’s all paperwork,  which sucks, but I still cook for Annalise at least.”

“And what does she think of your cooking?” you asked. “She strikes me as a tough critic…”

“Oh  she is,” he said with real feeling, and then chuckled. “The worst.  Right now, she won’t touch broccoli at all, or spinach, unless I do a  cheese bake with it.”

“Maybe you can cook for me sometime. Though I have to say I’m with Annalise on the broccoli…”

“You too?” he moaned playfully. “Why does no one like it? It’s amazing. Did you know it’s actually a flower?”

You  laughed. “I’m sure when you cook it, it’s fine. I just have memories of  my grandmother boiling it to death and serving it soggy…”

He  grimaced and shivered, the movement rippling down his tail until its  tip nudged your chair. “Vile. An abomination,” he said. “No broccoli  deservesssssss to be treated that way.”

You  liked the rolling lisp he sometimes let slip, and as your drinks and  pastries arrived, the two of you talked easily about everything from  your work to how you spent your free time.

“I  don’t get too much of that,” he admitted, setting down his pastry fork  and leaning back again with a groan. “That was so good…”

“I don’t think I can finish mine,” you said, eyeing your half-full plate. “You want it?”

He shook his head. “No, they’ll box it up for you if you like.”

“Is it Annalise that takes up your time, or work?” you asked.

“Both?” he said, looking pained. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Anna to bits, but kids…”

“I wouldn’t know…” you said awkwardly. “Is… Is her mother still in the picture?”

He shook his head. “No. She left me when Anna was tiny.”

“That… sucks,” you said inadequately.

He shrugged. “We do ok,” he said. “But we’re kind of a package deal…” he said with implied meaning in his dark eyes.

You smiled. “That’s ok. I figured you were. I have to say… she didn’t seem… uh… overly enthusiastic about me last week?”

He  ran his hands through his long hair, loose that day and cascading down  his back in an inky wave. You ached to touch it and see if he liked  having his hair stroked or brushed. He saw where your attention had  wandered and laughed. “Longer than most guys’ hair, huh?”

“It’s beautiful,” you said immediately, and he flushed a dark crimson, which made you giggle. “What?”

“I… most humans think it’s weird.”

“Most  humans are weird,” you retorted, and he gave a snort of amusement. “So  what if you wear your hair that long? It’s great hair. Annalise has  inherited it too by the looks of it.”

“Yeah,  she’s a real mini-me for sure,” he sighed. “She’s… oddly protective of  me. It’s sweet, really. We’re kind of… all the other has, you know?  She’ll warm up to you soon, I'm sure. Just tell her you like the Blue  Mountain Court book series or something, and she’ll be your devoted  friend for life, I’m sure.”

You blinked at that. “You’re joking?”

“No, why?”

“I  loved that series growing up! I didn’t think kids these days read it…”  You laughed and said, “I even got the art book when they released it as a  special edition, like, ten years ago?

Emil blinked his dark brown eyes and then beamed at you.

Your  second and third dates with Emil went just as easily. On the fourth,  you went to the cinema together, and on the fifth, he invited you over  to his house when Annalise had a sleepover at a friend’s.

At  the end of the most decadent supper you could ever have imagined, he  looked up across the table at you and reached for your hand, whispering  your name. The way it rolled over his forked tongue set your whole body  thrumming, and a moment later the very tip of his tongue darted out,  tasting the air. His eyes darkened, pupils widening, and he inhaled.

“So it is true,” you murmured playfully.

“What’ssssss  true?” he asked, voice rougher and deeper than usual, consonants soft  and slurring in a way that was in no way from the modest amount of wine  you’d shared.

You  stood, pushing slowly back from the table and pacing round to his side.  He watched you approach with his lips parted, his jaw soft, and his  eyes almost black. “Can I kiss you?” you asked and he nodded mutely.

Taking  his face in your hands, you lowered your lips to his mouth and pressed a  tentative kiss to him. His eyelids fluttered and he responded by  moaning against you and reaching for your hips, drawing you in. His tail  started to coil beneath him as you kissed, and he deepened the gesture,  his forked tongue seeking your mouth.

Gasping  a while later, you tipped your head back and he reared up, using the  full strength of his tail to reach your neck, raking his teeth over your  pounding pulse. “Yessssss…” he hissed against your earlobe. “It isssss  true. I can smell you…”

“Bedroom?” you asked and he nodded, leading the way.

His  house was all on one level, and he took you through the hall to a  bedroom at the back of the house. It was clearly his room, with a jumper  folded neatly over the back of a chair and plain, white sheets on the  enormous bed.

You  snuck your fingers up under his wine-red t-shirt, exhaling roughly when  you saw the impressive expanse of bronze musculature beneath. “Fuck,  Emil, you’re incredible…” you whispered, fingertips dancing over his  ribs and up to his hardening nipples. “Seriously, how are you single?”

He laughed self-consciously and started to undress you. “Is this ok?” he asked and you shook your head playfully.

“Neither of us is undressed, so no.”

Again,  Emil’s husky laugh filled the room, and he tipped you back onto the bed  to finish undressing you. He’d barely got your clothes off before he  was kissing up the inside of your thighs, nipping with his thick canines  and laving his strangely long and forked tongue over your sensitive  skin until you lay back and began to shake with the sheer deliciousness  of the attention.

“Emil,” you panted, “Oh gods, please… I…”

And  without asking what it was you needed, he gave it to you, and more. The  heat of his mouth on your now almost painfully sensitive body was  nearly enough to wrench your orgasm from you in seconds, but he drew  back and teased you as well, clearly sensing - perhaps even tasting -  when you got close. Over and over, he did this, until you twitched and  heaved and begged him.

“Please, I need you,” you whimpered. “All of you.”

“I’m clean, but do you need me to… uh…” he swallowed. “You want me to wear a condom?”

“No, I’m good too…” you rasped. “I trust you. Please, I need you. Let me see you?”

You  shuffled back on the bed just as he raised himself up and you saw that  both his cocks had begun to slide free of his sheath and were coiling  around each other, seeking friction and touch. He glistened, clear,  slick fluid beading and rolling freely down their length, and you  swallowed.

“I need you,” you said in a croak. “Now.”

And still Emil took his time.

He  returned his attention to you, this time dipping his tongue and his  fingers inside you, opening you, enjoying you, until you were whimpering  at him and shaking all over.

“You’re exquisite,” he whispered, running his forked tongue over you until you cried out and bucked back against him.

“Please!”

With a smile, he pushed himself further up and lined his cocks up with you. “Tell me if I hurt you, ok?”

You  nodded and he began to slide both cocks into you. At first, the stretch  was immense, and you gasped, the sensations searing through you, but he  took it slowly, carefully, until finally, his two cocks were inside you  to the hilt.

“I’m so close already,” he said in a shy hiss. “Oh godssssss.”

“Move…  please…” you begged. The way his cocks were corkscrewed around each  other created the most delicious ridges against your body, and as he  thrust into you, slowly at first, and then with more force as he put his  incredible muscular strength behind it, you started to see stars. Heat  coiled inside you and you scrabbled at the sheets beneath you as he  rocked into you. With his hands clamped to your hips, keeping you at  just the perfect angle, he hissed things in a language you didn’t speak,  his hair falling around him and sticking to his shoulders and chest  where a sheen of sweat glistened on his bronze body.

“Emil!”  you cried in a broken yell as his cocks hit you repeatedly in just the  right spot. Heat and light lanced through you and you shattered without  warning.

As  your body clenched around him, his motion stalled, his muscles bunched,  and he pitched forwards, coming with his lips pulled back in a silent  snarl. His tail bunched as he spasmed, releasing into you, lost in waves  of pleasure. Even while he still came, his release began to roll down  your legs, but eventually he stilled and slumped forwards, barely  avoiding crushing you as he fell.

He lay with his chest heaving, his tail twitching and twisting, and his cocks still buried deep inside you.

“Emil?” you managed to whisper after a few minutes. “You alright?”

“Mmmph,”  he grunted from somewhere near your ear and another series of shivering  spasms passed down his spine and tail. Some time later, his cocks began  to soften and withdraw, leaving you feeling stretched and empty.

He  took a while to come back to himself, finally rolling off you. His tail  lay slack and limp, the tip nearly reaching the door of the room, and  you looked down at him where he lay on his back, breathing softly. His  cocks were still unsheathed across his hip bones, occasionally twitching  and drooling. “You’re beautiful,” you murmured, touching his neck where  his pulse still jumped visibly. He managed a half smile and you pressed  a kiss to his lips. He barely managed to respond.

Not  long after that, you heard a soft, hissing breath, and glanced up to  find his eyes closed, his lips parted, and his chest rising and falling  steadily.

Taking  the liberty of cleaning up in his en-suite, you returned to find him  unmoved. The sheets were pretty much ruined, so you just put down a  towel and curled up beside him, drawing the sheet up over you. There was  no way you could heft his tail up to keep it warm as well, so you  settled for just keeping his spectacular, bare torso warm.

Dawn  filtered through the curtains and you blinked awake to find yourself  completely enveloped in the tail and arms of your naga boyfriend. His  embrace was almost crushing, the corkscrew of scales smooth against your  bare legs, and when you tried to shift, he squeezed a little tighter,  like a child trying to hang onto a toy.

“Emil…” you wheezed. “I… I can’t really breathe…”

And with one more dig to the ribs, he woke.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he slurred, tail slackening but not withdrawing completely. “Are you ok?”

“Mmm,” you said with a soft laugh. “No damage done. I should have known a constrictor like you would be a cuddler…”

“Ssssorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be. I’ve never felt better in my whole life.”

He  smiled and resumed his position as ‘big spoon’, though his embrace was  somewhat gentler this time. It didn’t take long before he was mouthing  kisses at the curve of your neck and raking his teeth over you. “You  smell like ussssss…” he said in your ear.

In  response, you rocked your hips against him and felt him hiss in  pleasure, his forked tongue lapping briefly at your earlobe and then  your neck.

You  rolled over and pushed gently at his hips to get him to lie flat on his  back, which he did without argument. The slit in his lower body was  already puffy and glistening, and when you trailed your fingertips  around the startlingly soft scales that hid it, he writhed wordlessly  and tipped his head back into the pillow.

“Can  I taste you this time?” you asked, and he nodded, dark eyes rolling  with pleasure as you pressed a kiss to the top of his swollen slit.

“Pleasssse…?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” you grinned, and got to work.

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