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Water flowed through a river in the woods, its serene, gentle motions echoing throughout the forest. The water warming up as the dawn's first rays of light hit the stream, piercing through the surface and illuminating the river floor. The creatures of this clearing had disappeared before dawn. Be it to hunt, forage, or evade predators. All had far away from the nourishing river, yet the blue scales of a cocky slithereen could still be found in the glade.

On top a small cliff, one side grinded down by the river and wind, lays the blue thief. His tail shifting worriedly, sweeping any small rocks into the river, underneath him as his dream reached a quick, unsatisfying end. Jolting up, a hand firmly grasping the hilt of his dagger, Slark's eyes opened to see morning sun break over the treetops. A bead of sweat rolled down his chin as he took a calming breath. His intuition was right, this was a good place to rest. Dark reef was a harsh teacher, but the Nightcrawler hopes he never forgets its lessons. Pushing himself up the slithereen groggily walked closer to the stream's edge, not caring about the tracks he made. Upon seeing his reflection Slark maw opened into a self-sure grin, not even a lousy night's sleep could destroy his good looks.

As the Nightcrawler considered whether to wash himself after yesterday's travels or merely splashing some water in his face, a long, bulky, shadow crept closer along the river floor. The light swallowed by the naga's purple scales, nigh invisible due to the light's refractions, he slithered closer. He observed as his prey leaned closer over the water, the Nightcrawler's blue hand breaking the surface as he felt the cool water run past Slark's fingers. Grabbing his staff and plunging it into the riverbed for support, the shade stopped beneath Slark's waving hand.

With a deft hand the Nightcrawler pulled back his hood and took his hand out the water. Slark had played the fool long enough. If no one jumped him during his moment of feigned weakness, then surely... Releasing his grip on his dagger and easing the tense, ready legs, Slark took a relaxed breath. "No fun bein out ere." The thief said, taking a deep breath before dunking his head into the cold river. Out the corner of his eye he thought he saw something below, a shadow watching him.

"Now that's chilly, but not as bad as a frost mage." The Nightcrawler said after pushing himself up from the river, water dripping from his lower jaw in a steady rhythm as he started to relax. The watchful shadow slipping from his mind, Slark shook his head quickly. A single drop clung to his chin as he pulled up his hood, his body dry enough from the simple motion. Ready for another day of travel, the Nightcrawler turned his back to the river, the shadow having crept closer to him in his meandering.

Suddenly the calm river exploded behind him, cold water splashing against Slark's back as the watchful shade broke the surface. Quickly turning, with his dagger in hand, the Nightcrawler saw a flash of another slithereen launch out of the water. Their wet lilac scales shimmering in the morning sun, reflecting off their bulky form, before Slark felt that bulk land atop him, the shock forcing his eyes open. He was on the ground, a coral trident pointed towards his neck, and his body nearly crushed by the purple naga's weight. "Well elo Slardar. Missed me?" Slark asked, a friendly smile forming on his maw.

Ignoring the thief's welcoming gesture, the Slithereen Guard pressed his sharp spear against Slark's neck, a single twitch threatening to draw blood. "The deep remembers your crime Nightcrawler." Slardar hissed, his frills trembling with anger. Feigning panicked trashing, Slark tried to reach for his dagger dangling at his hip, nearly grabbing it before a force like a crashing wave struck his wrist. With the blunt end of the naga's spear pressed firmly against his wrist, Slark was finally in Slardar's grasp. "I've seen that one before." Slardar hummed, swiping the dagger far away with his tail. "Now then, where is the gem?"

Slark grunted and rolled his eyes. "Still with this gem? I thought I told you, I sold it off in Revtel!" The Nightcrawler said adamantly, fully believing his own lie. Leaning down, the naga stared into Slark's eyes, piercing through his body and soul, until he finally opened his maw. "Didn't you say you gave it to a high-ranking officer of the Bronze Legion last time?" The guard asked, remembering his trials at the army's hand. Caught in his own lie, the thief quickly admitted defeat.

"My my, yer sharper than I expected Slardar. You sure yer not the slithereen I knew in Dark Reef?" Slark said, flashing his white fangs in yet another friendly smile. The guard pointed his trident towards the cocky theif, weighing his options of to kill him now or later. "If not then I'm sure you would fit right in. I knew a couple of fishies there that liked a pretty face like yours, and I'm sure you could lead yer own-" The Nightcrawler tried to say, unable to finish his sentence as Slardar struck Slark with his pommel, knocking the slithereen out.

A sudden bounce forced Slark awake from his forced slumber, the gentle morning long since replaced by the scorching midday star. A deep groan signaling his awakening, the Nightcrawler realized he was still in Slardar's sturdy grip, and far away from the river. Slark bobbed up and down, like a barrel in the ocean, as the guard slithered across the uneven dirt. The thief Nightcrawler tried to move, only to struggle in vain. His upper body had been tied up; A dirty old rope coiled around him. Firmly tying his arms behind him.

"Ah, you're awake." Slardar said, a concerned veneer barely hiding his smugness. Not in the mood for a being someone's luggage, the thief began to struggle in his bonds. Grinding himself against the naga's hips, hoping the scales would cut the aged rope. Yet in return for his 'affectionate' caresses, Slardar threw Slark onto the ground. "My deepest sympathies." The naga said with fake compassion as he bent over the bound slithereen, wearing a smile beaming with sadistic joy. "But this is nothing like Dark Reef, correct? I hope your friends there will take mercy on you, the deep would not." He continued, picking Slark up once more and carried the thief by his hip.

A stinging pain washed over Slark's body. Cuts are easy for a slithereen but bruises still hurt, no matter if they come from a pommel or a rough landing. Looking back on the road Slardar slithered, Slark wondered if the threats of Dark Reef were true. They were far away from that dank place, but the naga is nothing if not persistent. As Slark pondered over a grand return, the unsung Thirteenth back in his cell, he noticed a scar on his fin. A small, harmless, gash in his tail from the sharp rocks on the road. A devious grin formed on his maw as his eyes flashed with inspiration.

"What if I told ya this then." Slark said, trying to catch his captor's attention. Slardar let out a throaty sigh before glancing down at the thief, awaiting another lie. "Well, what if I said that Slithice has it?" The Nightcrawler asked, carefully watching the naga's brow furrow at the mention of her name. "I met her a while ago now. Near Crey if I recall right." The thief felt the grip around his middle tighten. A warning, yet he saw no reason to stop. "She thanked me quite generously that night. She sang a song in my name; Can you believe it?" The guard's sharp claws pressed against Slark's softer stomach, nearly puncturing his white scales along with the rope. "I'm a bit surprised she hasn't told you. Maybe I'm the only one that cares about you, Slardar." Slark saw the rancor overflow inside the guard, anger seeping out in drawn out breaths and an intense, neverending stare. The Nightcrawler continued, expecting the guard could handle a bit more, yet he tasted dirt as he opened his maw. Slardar forgoing any playfulness, threw the thief onto the ground once more.

A pained grunt escaped the small slithereen as he rolled over onto his back. The damp rope, aged but perfect in condition, starting to tear at the rough treatment. Minor lacerations spread through his bindings, lightly weakening as he strained against the rocky ground.

The guard came closer, watching intently at Slark's sullied half-grin. "Say, why do you find joy in lying to me?" Slardar asked, his voice bursting with anger yet kept under control. His yellow eyes locking onto the naga's slitted, vibrant orange eyes. " Almost there." The Nightcrawler thought as he chuckled. "Oh, don't think too highly of yerself. I enjoy messing with everyone. Just been a while since I've talked to anyone, or had any fun for that matter." The thief's last words taking on a lecherous tone as he rolled his hips subtly against the ground, hoping he landed on some sharp rocks.

With a frustrated hiss Slardar lowered his head, leaning in to carry Slark once more. Even if the thief managed to strike a nerve, it clearly was not enough for the naga to give him a moment to get free. Slardar's purple coils slid between Slark's legs, his soft scales grazing the Nightcrawlers thighs. Seeing his once chance of escape slipping away, Slark desperately locking his legs around the guard's sturdy body. "We could ave some fun ourselves." Slark said in a sultry tone, his maw barely keeping track with his racing mind. Slardar stopped, the Nightcrawler's soft scales making his captor shiver at the feeling. "I didn't lie when I said you had a pretty face. And with that look on it, I bet you wanna vent some frustrations yerself." Slark dragged himself closer, rubbing his groin against the guard and the sharp rocks beneath him.

A sudden puff of dirt obscured the thief's vision. In his, somewhat foolish, attempt to distract Slardar, the Nightcrawler forgot about his captor's spear. The spear which was now firmly planted above his shoulder. Trapped between the naga and his spear, the thief kept up the act. "Never fails to amaze me how fast ya are for such a big fellow." Slark said in an amazed tone, not a hint of a lie to be found.

A bellowing laughter exploded out of Slardar, a clear sadistic joy echoing from his chest, as he gripped his spear for support. His amusement finally ending in a drawn-out exhale and a hungry smile. "Very well, I will grant you your wish. To be punished by the deep; And for me to take you before those scoundrels at Dark Reef can." The guard said, excitement and a will to debase his catch shining in his eyes, as he ripped off the belt holding Slark's loincloth.

Laid bare for the world to see, the Nightcrawler was left in the merciless hands of Slardar. The naga devoured him with his eyes, firmly grasping Slark's hip as he pulled the thief closer. Even if the Nightcrawler was used to the passion of mer and men, the intensity of Slardar's stare made him blush. As well as push a grunt out of his chest when the naga traced Slark's slit.

Spreading the slit apart with his thumb and index finger, the guard felt Slark heat up as he teased the thief. "Ya ain't gonna have yer own fun?" The Nightcrawler taunted, keeping his grin wide despite a fire kindling in his loins. Taking it as a challenge, Slardar inserted one, two, and then all five fingers into the warm, welcoming slit. Slark's eyes nearly rolled up his skull when Slardar pulled his hand out of him. The thief had not lied it had been a while, but it had been even longer since someone was rough with him. "No need to rush." The naga cooed before taking the same hand into his own slit. His frills shaking, and breathing hitched as Slardar pulled out his turgid shaft. "My curiosity demanded it, and I think I will fit." Slardar said, pressing his imposing member against Slark's hips. Coating the thief's hips with his excitement, marking him, before pressing his ridged dick inside.

Slark closed his eyes, grunting in pain and pleasure as the tapered head pushed further in. The struggled Nightcrawler against his bindings, his body wanting to move as the naga's member continued at a steady, agonizingly slow pace. The guard hissed; The velvet soft and warm slit caressed his dick tenderly yet begged for more as it urged him forward. The guard continued to explore the thief's slit, both enjoying the addicting friction of rubbing scales, until a hiss rumbled out of Slardar's throat, his loose hole suddenly a lot tighter.

Slowly Slark's opened his eyes, stars clouding his sight due to his burning nerves. Looking down, the small slithereen saw how much he had managed to take, and a prideful smile spread on his maw. Three quarters of the widening cock in one go, already hitting deep and frotting against his own turgid member's head.

"Hehe, still sturdier than the most of them." Slark laughed, lightly pushing himself against the guard's hips for more. Stunned, the naga only on the warm embrace around his shaft as it throbbed. Only awakening when a jolt passed through his spine when the Nightcrawler's tip rubbed under his glans. "Been a while?" The thief taunted, the slithereen's hips slowly rolling back and forth, teasing more sparks to travel up Slardar's spine. "Or is it just that yer a v-IGHN." With the strenght of a tsunami, Slardar slammed his hips into Slark, sheathing his spear fully, making the Nightcrawler almost bite his tongue from the pleasurably mind-numbing shock.

His slit filled to the brim, tapered dick frotting against the naga's cock, Slark thrashed his tail into the naga's flank. Lightly pushing him up against the rocky ground, subconsciously tearing the fibers of the rope. His shoulder almost being cut against the spear above him before Slardar pulled him back, their slits meeting once more in a wet kiss. "My deepest apologies, I almost forgot this was your punishment. Then let us get your execution started!" Slardar said, emphasizing each word with a ridge leaving Slark's slit, a grunt of pleasure escaping the thief's maw with each, until only the naga's tip remained inside.

Supporting himself on the theif's shoulder, Slardar sunk down into Slark's warm slit again. His ridged cock scraping against Slark's inner walls and cock, air stuck in the slithereen's chest as the Naga buried his dick inside. Slardar groaned as his sensitive tip rubbed against the theif's shaft. As Slark finally exhaled, his pre slickening Slardar's member as it pulled out, he felt his loins heating up. His and the guard's essence filling the Nightcrawler's slit. The warm, viscous, pleasing fluids spilling from Slark's overflowing slit as Slardar began to hammer his dick. Their scaly hips coated with lust.

Like waves crashing against a cliffside, Slardar's crotch collided with Slark's hips continuously. The smell of his own pre, and the passionate, desperate grunts of the cocky thief beneath him, made the guard's fins shiver with excitement. Drool leaking from his sharp maw as he used his captor like a toy. Shallow breaths were all Slark could manage between thrusts, the violent hammering, grinding against his tapered cock, excruciatingly pleasurable for him. Each rough thrust coaxing his cock further out his slit. Eventually the increasingly tight hole forced Slardar to stop, bottoming out once more as caught his breath. "Unless ya like it being too tight, I suggest you start pumping faster." Slark said while smiling voraciously, his frills standing on edge as a powerful jolt travelled up his spine.

Heeding the Nightcrawler's warning, Slardar slowed down. Teasing the Nightcrawler, the naga pulled out one ridge with each thrust. A slow ebb and flow, Slark's body clinging to the girthy cock, until only Slardar's glans parted the slit. His body shaking, craving those ridges grinding against his flesh. Slark licked his fangs hungrily before pulling himself onto Slardar's cock, piercing himself on the guard's dick. A wavering hiss escaped the naga's throat as he once more felt Slark's erection rub against his own, the pleasure wrapping around his whole body. "My, ya sure seem to be enjoying my punishment." Slark said, laughing at the guard's lust drunk expression. Broken from his blissful trance, Slardar pulled the slitereen of his cock before forcing it back in using his whole weight. Shutting the cocky thief up as he groaned gutturally.

Crashing against the thief's hips, the noise resembling the heavy steps through the shallows, Slardar hammered his cock into the Nightcrawler's welcoming slit. Their combined sexual essences splashing out of Slark's entrance each time their hips met. Wet clapping of scales and grunts of pleasured slithereen echoed down the road and into the forest, warning anyone near not to disturb the thief's carnal punishment. But, beneath the raucous sound of sex, the subtle tearing of ropes could be heard. Slardar's forceful thrusts and strong hand rocked Slark's body back and forth, fucking him like the dirty thief he was. The rhythm of their hearts, beating to their desires, steadily ripped Slark's bindings against the jagged rocks. Eventually breaking underneath the Nightcrawler as Slardar pounded him.

Aware of his liberated nature, being finally able to feel the rope ease on his arms and blood return to his fingertips, the Nightcrawler still stayed put. Repressing his desire to escape, Slark groaned as Slardar continued to pound him, to the guard's and the thief's, desire. A thief and a murderer the Nightcrawler may be, but a gentlemanly act pays for itself so he would not deny his or the guard's release. And Slark would not desire a blue balled Slardar chasing him down.

After a breathtaking thrust, Slardar pulled out with a heavy groan. The cold winds struck his glans, sending a shiver up his spine as his body yearned to be enveloped in the warm blend of the slithereens desires. Slark locked his legs around Slardar's flank, eagerly waiting for his captor to continue with a grin on his maw. Once air had filled his lungs the guard pushed his member back in, Slark meeting him halfway in a lewd, wet clap. A symphony of blue and purple scales, clashing against one another for a shared goal. A shared desire.

Letting go of his inhibitions, Slark moaned as his cock frotted against Slardar's stiff erection. Each ridge forcing a jolt down his tail, frantically whipping against the naga's flank, as it grinded against his head and shaft. Slark felt his slit grow tighter, the thief's own will no longer able to keep his blossoming lust from showing, forcing a blissful hiss out of the guard as the walls hugged him tighter.

The naga bucked desperately into Slark, a fire spreading through his violet body, as he craved for more. For the Nightcrawler's tapered dick to rub against his ridged cock as he plowed the thief mad. Slark unknowingly granted Slardar's wish, his own member growing inside his slit, rubbing every ridge of the guard's cock as he thrusted. Eventually, as the naga pulled out, Slark's member came out of his slit, the frigid air biting his scalding, intimate flesh as it throbbed freely. Blinded by lust, the naga continued to bash against the thief's hips. Grinding Slark's dick against his purple scales, spreading more of their excitement across his flank, until, with a wild thrust, pushed the thief's dick inside his own slit.

His eyes going blank, a haze of pleasure and shame clouding his mind, and drooling out of his toothy maw, Slardar froze up. He wanted to pull back, to drag the thief's erection out of the guard's slit yet knew that he was at his limit. A thrust, even a single breath, would make him cum, filling the Nightcrawler's slit with his potent seed. Something Slark was more than willing to receive and pump his own into the stunned guard.

Slow as a glacier, Slark pushed himself away from Slardar, revealing more of their slick cocks with each passing second. Only stopping his push when only their glans remained inside, the air free to bite their burning desires. Slardar tried to stop Slark, to warn him, but all that came out his toothy maw was a garbled moan.

With a friendly wink and devious grin, Slark pulled himself back with his strong legs. Their hips making one, final, wet clap as they hilted inside each other. A spark shooting up both their spines as guard and thief came together. Slark filled Slardar's slit with his seed, several ropes of cum hitting deep inside the naga before spilling out onto the thief's lap. Shame washed over Slardar as he felt the warm seed settle in his slit, to have his own slit be taken like this, by a thief no less. Yet, as he lolled his tongue out his maw, Slardar came harder than he had ever before. A torrent shooting out his seed, almost challenged by the Nightcrawler's warmth inside him. The flood never ending as it pushed Slark's and Slardar's pre out of Slark's slit before overflowing it. The naga's cum steadily trickling out onto Slark's hips and tail as his dick pulsed inside.

"Well, ah, I can safely say wish granted Slardar." Slark panted out, pushing himself, and his sensitive shaft, away Slardar's seed covered slit. Flopping down on his stomach with a wet splat, spreading some leftover cum on his chest. Slardar was still throbbing inside the thief, pumping seed into Slark at a steady pace. But, with a wet pop, Slark pushed himself free with a kick. The naga's cock was still drooling cum, a weak jet landing on Slark's tail as his foot brushed the ridged shaft. "Poor guy. Must have been a while, eh?" Slark said with shaky breath, his cocky grin returning to him. Slardar did not answer, too focused to not fall over as he propped himself up with his spear and arm. The afterglow was consumed his body and mind. But it made for an easy escape, so the Nightcrawler did not complain.

Shuffling out from the possessive, lust drunk, shadow of the guard, Slardar barely moved his eyes to follow Slark as he broke free from his tattered bonds. Not that Slark was faring any better, he could barely stand up straight. His legs shaking like a disturbed pond as he wandered over to his discarded loincloth and cleaned himself with it.

The Nightcrawler looked down the road he had been carried, wondering how long it would be to get back his dagger. But before he walked off, he heard the naga groan, his buckling underneath itself after the rough pounding he gave out. Not to leave a fellow slithereen in need, Slark tossed his loincloth turned cumrag onto the guard's face. "With ow much yer leaking, ya might need it. Till I see ya next time, cutie~." Slark said teasingly as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Slardar to recover. The Nightcrawler hopefully evading the guard long enough for Slardar to devise a rougher punishment.