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Draco, the Serperior, was slithering along the beach. As a Serperior, he's a reptile, and so he needs to bask in the sun properly in order to have a healthy life. And also as a Serperior, he's got some plant anatomy in his body, so sunbathing will also give him nourishment. It's a win-win, especially as Draco is very proud of his muscular, scaly body.

Among his species, a muscular, scaly body is unusual. Normally, a Serperior has the kind of body shape you'd expect from a grass snake: green (with a white underbelly) and thin, and legless (albeit with a pair of arms that are woefully underdeveloped). Draco, on the other hand, has a very muscular torso with longer and much thicker arms. To the untrained eye, this makes him look humanoid. This is especially true when you consider that a Serperior naturally has a layer of green, scaly skin that covers most of its body. Functionally, it can be likened to a kind of protective cloth...which does not cover Draco's physique well, leaving some muscle tone visible underneath.

Draco finds a good spot in the sand. He lies down, back first, in the sunlight and next to the water. He closes his eyes and takes a good, relaxing nap, spreading his 3.3 meter long body all over the sandy ground.

At least he tries to, because some noises from the sea don't let him relax. Draco's head tilts to the side in observation. Again and again, something, or more accurately, someone, seems to emerge and disappear in front of him.

At first Draco thinks it is a fish or a whale, but he finds the shape more... serpentine. In a way, it is similar to his own.

Eventually, the creature stops appearing and goes underwater. Draco can finally take a nap.

That is, until the water starts to reach him. It is not enough to drown him, but it is enough to wake him up. In his usual 'periscope' position, the Serperior jerks his upper body up and begins to slither towards another position.

As he does so, however, a claw taps on his back. "Hey, you," a deep male voice says.

Draco turns to look and... "Whoa," he lets out a gasp.

The one who was prodding him was a serpent like him, but of a different species. His scales, unlike his own pastel green back and white front, were bright blue with a dull yellow underbelly. Its head looked much more draconic (and with some strange tentacles) than serpentine, and its body shape was generally similar to his, with no hind legs and a sort of humanoid torso, but the main differences were that this unknown serpent was slightly larger and considerably more muscular. Draco had always considered himself to be at the top of his form... but comparing himself to this wet snake... made him seem weak.

And a bit of attraction, too. Draco likes his kind, male, muscular reptiles, and this one is a snake, so even their physical features are the same.

"You look strong," the snakelike creature tells Draco.

"Heh... thank you," the grass snake replies, blushing a little at the compliment. "I'm flattered to be called that by a guy who is so well-built."

"Oh, no, my physique is nothing out of the ordinary among Naga males," the other creature says, not in a way that sounds like boasting, but more... modest, kind of.

Something familiar about the name 'Naga' strikes Draco. Then something clicks into place. He had heard of them from legend! Humanoid, serpentine creatures that lived underwater, thought to belong to a cursed ancient civilization. And now Draco has one before his eyes.

"I've seen others like you, though," the enigmatic Naga tells him, "And for your species, your build is far above average."

All Draco can do is blush, especially when the Naga begins to run one of his claws over his pectoral muscles.

"You're built like an athlete. That means I can only do one thing."

Draco blushes even more now. He simply remains silent.

The Naga approaches Draco, circling him like a predator circles his prey. The Serperior, not wanting to lower his guard, simply looks him in the eye. The Naga smirks, amused by his reaction, and lunges forward from behind to wrap his powerful arms around the grass serpent's muscular torso.

"Eeeek!" Caught off-guard, Draco gasps.

He realizes what the Naga has planned for him as he feels a strong pressure against his back.

Or what he thinks he is. Either to give him a good beating or to use him as a toy. Maybe both. The other possibilities are not on his mind.

But... instead, the Naga gently runs his hands over Draco's torso, letting him feel all the muscles he has trained for. Draco is taken aback, expecting a certain violence or force, and instead it is almost... gentle?

"Mmmm... yeah," the Naga says, running his hands over Draco's muscles, "these aren't just for show, are they?

"Well... I'm always working hard to stay in shape, yes," the Serperior replies, trying to understand what the Naga wants. It does feel good, yes, but this is all coming out of the blue.

"It must be exhausting to maintain such a powerful physique," the Naga says. "Why do you do it? To impress your peers?"

"No... not exactly..." Draco grits his teeth, really wanting to know whether to consider this a positive interaction or not. The Naga's hands feel really good and yet... he just can't find out what the point of it all is. "I just... like being strong."

"Hmm... it seems that we are two of a kind," the Naga said. "For I too have a taste for strength."

The Naga's arms, especially his palms, move down Draco's torso to touch the muscles on his stomach. The Serperior lets out a grunt as the Naga's strong hands gently press down on his abdominal muscles.

"I take it, then, that this is some sort of affectionate stroking for you?" The Naga's tone is almost one of amusement.

"I... don't know how to call it..." Draco says, struggling to find the words to express himself as the Naga's hands continue to roam over his upper body. "But it feels really... nice."

"Glad to hear it," the Naga smiles. "Though, if you want some more of that, I know of a cave where we can be completely on our own."

That... is a little bit surprising for the Serperior. Not in the way it seems, as he somehow expected it, but that he actually asks Draco's permission. He did all this without forcing him to come along. Although the claw that is running over his torso is almost like a compulsion...

"Would you?" Draco asks. He blushes even more.

"It would be a pleasure to spend a while with a fine specimen like you."

What that means, Draco isn't quite sure. But it has the ring of seduction about it. It could also be just "i will take you there to get you fucked", but the Naga is doing a nice job of not being rough at all, so...

"YES!... I mean, yes, I would like that."

"Good," says the Naga. "I will take you there then."

The Naga uses his impressive strength to squeeze Draco's still-wrapped arms, making the Serperior grunt at the sharp pain in his midsection. The Naga lifts Draco off the ground as if he weighed nothing at all with a powerful twist of his powerful arms.

"Hey!" Draco yells.

"I don't think you can slither there alone, see," the Naga says as he enters the sea.

Now Draco realizes that maybe he should have asked where it was. Now he is afraid that he might even end up getting drowned, because the Naga may not realize that Serperior is unable to breathe under water.

But as it turns out, Draco's body never even touches the water. The Naga only slithers across shallow areas until they reach a cave in the middle of the sea. Not underwater, so Draco can still be there, but far enough from the coast that the entrance is almost impossible to see from a distance.

The Naga enters the cave. He goes deeper and deeper until he stops in a more spacious place. He sets Draco down and then lies down next to him, their bodies spread out in full length.

The place is dim for the most part, though a little sunlight is coming through a crack in the ceiling of the cave. There's enough light for Draco to see what's very close to him - and it's the Naga.

"You look a little tense," the Naga says.

"I... have no idea why you do this to me," Draco says, "but I can't get over the fact that you've never done me any harm. Though he realizes now that if the Naga tries to force him to do something, he's not going to get out of it.

"Hurting you?" The Naga sounds almost offended. "Even if we are not of the same species, I would never hurt a fellow snake."

"Sorry, it's just that everything about you makes you look very capable of hurting someone."

"I suppose so," the Naga nods. "We are very strong. But no worries, I will do you no harm. I hurt no one unless they are hostile."

"That's a relief, I guess..." Draco is a little embarrassed to have misunderstood everything, but the Naga seems nice enough not to let that bother him.

Lying down next to him, the Naga continues to palm and claw his way over Draco's body. He is gently massaging the Serperior's muscles, and Draco can't help but let out a moan when the Naga presses down on a particularly good spot.

"If you want to know why I'm doing this, it's just that it's very unusual to see such a physical build on a being of a normally physically weak species like yours."

"That's what you... said earlier..."

"And I wanted to show you how much I appreciate it." Draco groaned again as the Naga's hands reached his stomach. "Such a body wouldn't be unusual in my species."

"Being compared to such a strong species as yours does make me feel a little... I have no idea... flattered? It's nice to know that all I've done to keep myself strong seems to pay off."

The Naga nods. "It is too bad that you cannot breathe under water. I bet others would be similarly impressed by your physique if you could visit our lands."

Draco thinks for a moment. "That might be nice, actually... though I don't think I could stand the attention or those who might challenge me in anything strength-related."

"Ha, right," the Naga giggles. "Let me give you some... relief from your tension, so to speak."

The Naga's claws run over Draco's torso, slowly caressing his pectoral muscles, his arms, and his abs, causing the Serperior to grunt in pleasure.

"Everyone feels good when their muscles are admired..." the Naga says, "I can relate."

"Well, I've always felt like it was worth trying, but it's... different to hear someone else actually admiring it."

"Well-built bodies don't get enough accolades here," the Naga says, "we should appreciate these things more."

Like removing the sleeves of a coat, the Naga begins to remove the protective layer of green scaly skin covering Draco's arms. The Naga's hands move down Draco's body. They run gently over the exposed scaly surface of the grass snake.

"So this is your upper body in full exposure... it pleases me," the Naga comments.

Draco blushes. "How... did you have any idea that my green layer was removable?"

"As I told you before, I know a few things about your species." For a moment, the Naga kneads Draco's biceps. "Now, less questioning and more... enjoying."

The Naga continues to work on Draco's abs, pressing and rubbing his muscles with gentle pressure. It feels... good, so good that the Serperior struggles not to moan.

"Don't be shy, nobody is watching," the Naga says. "Let it out if you must."

The Serperior thinks for a moment, then decides to let it go. With a slight grunt, Draco's mouth begins to open. A loud moan escapes.

The Naga gives a slight chuckle. "There, there, you're all right. Savour it while it lasts.

As the Naga works his claws and hands up his torso, Draco continues to moan and gasp. The Naga runs one palm over his collarbone, the other over his chest. The Naga's tail runs along the length of Draco's.

"I feel a bulge near the tip of your tail." The Naga says.

Draco nods, not really concentrating on anything else at the moment.

Subtly, the Naga begins peeling away Draco's protective skin. Draco realizes what is going on, but he does not try to stop it - he feels too good at the moment.

Just as the Naga suspected, when he has exposed Draco's entire body, where there was a bump near his tail, more precisely where his cloaca happened to be, something actually protrudes from it: a rigid, red, erect penis, just like that.

"I see you were not exaggerating," the Naga says, grinning at Draco. Then he lays his muscular, scaly body directly over the Serperior, his massive torso almost squeezing his.

"Hrk!" Draco grunts as he feels the pressure on his chest.

"You're strong enough for this," the Naga says. "Don't be afraid."

Draco groans, feeling the Naga's weight press against his muscles. "I... I know... it's just that my body has never had a heavy weight placed on it before... uh, I mean heavy as in strong and muscular."

"I see." The Naga seems amused. "Meaning nobody like me?"

"Well... not someone that muscular, no..."

The Naga nods. "So take it as a chance to experience something new."

The Naga wraps his arms around Draco and gently wraps his powerful body around the green and white serpent's torso. This makes Draco grunt again as his body is pushed back. The Naga's hands run all over the sides of the Serperior's body, pressing and massaging every part of him that he can reach.

Draco can't help but return the favor, wrapping his arms around the Naga, holding onto its muscular form, his hands running up and down his blue-and-yellow scaly sides. The Naga lets out a grunt of pleasure as Draco presses down gently on his stomach and chest.

"What do you think, my fit Serperior partner?" The Naga asks.

"I... I have never felt anything like this!" Draco gasps and then moans.

The Naga nods in satisfaction. His massive form continues to press on the Serperior.

"I would... give so much to have more of a body like this," Draco grunts.

"You want more?"

"Yeah... a lot, a lot more..."

"Oh, I can see that."

The Naga's tail is now firmly entwined with Draco's. Their respective hemipenes push against each other, the tips of each butting against each other, sliding up and down. It is an incredible feeling for Draco, who can barely hold back the twitching of his penis.

"Oooof..." The Naga moans. "There are so many things in you that feel amazing..."

Draco grits his teeth. The pleasure and pressure is almost too much for him. He feels trapped as the Naga's strong arms hold him from behind. But he doesn't want it to stop because it feels so good.

The Naga asks, "Do you want to be on top of me?"

Draco nods enthusiastically.

The Naga smiles and rolls over, allowing Draco to get on top of him. Now it is the Naga who feels a strong pressure on the front of his body.

"Eh... I've had heavier weights on me before," the Naga says, "but that doesn't make this any less enjoyable."

"Heheh..." Draco chuckles.

He can feel the Naga's abdominal muscles bulging. The Naga's arms hold the Serperior's sides in place. It allows him to run a few clawed fingers over Draco's stomach. The touch and the friction between their penises makes the grass snake moan.

Running his claws along the muscles, Draco kneads the Naga's bulging abs. "Your body is so strong... your muscles are like steel to the touch..."

"Average for my species," the Naga grins, "but I'm glad you think so."

"...to think you didn't train to get so strong..."

"...to think you worked hard for that physique," the Naga says, running a palm over the Serperior's torso. "Yours is no less admirable just because I didn't have to do anything to achieve mine."

The Naga lifts Draco's upper body up to run his claws over his chest and over his stomach. The Serperior can't help but moan at this.

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you deserved it," the Naga says, running his hands over the white scales that cover Draco's entire torso.

Draco nods and allows his body to be rocked by the waves of pleasure he is feeling. He shudders as a claw reaches his chin, making him look into the Naga's red eyes. Even without being touched, his cock twitches.

When the Naga presses a palm to Draco's stomach, the green and white snake makes him grunt. It's not the kind of attention he's used to, but it's no cause for complaint. As if there were no muscles at all, the palm sinks easily into his stomach.

"Mmmf!" Feeling the pressure on his midsection, the Serperior groans. "Your... your hands feel good..."

The Naga smiles and lets a claw run over the Serperior's abdomen. "That little bit of softness contrasts with your physique."

Draco blushes. "Nngh... that's new to me..."

"Oh, I don't mean that in a bad way," the Naga laughs. "You're still very solidly built, but this softness also makes you nice to touch."

"That's... surprisingly reassuring," the Serperior grunts, then moans as the Naga presses both palms to his abs.

"Hurts?"

"No... just... a new sensation, I suppose."

The Naga nods. He presses on the Serperior's abdominal muscles again, and this time it's not just a little bit of pressure, but a lot of it.

"Now, nnngh... it does feel a bit painful," Draco groans.

"You want me to stop?" The Naga asks and looks him in the eyes.

"No," Draco pants, "go on doing it..."

The Naga smirks and then continues to knead the Serperior's body with his hands. Draco lets out a few grunts and moans at the feeling of those hands pressing down hard on his stomach, but he doesn't let the Naga stop. For the Serperior, it actually feels amazing.

The Naga massages his entire torso. Even his sides, where he usually wears his protective green skin. His claws press on the Serperior's muscles, causing him to grunt and moan loudly. Eventually, he begins to leak pre.

Feeling the dripping pre on his own cock, the Naga's cock begins to leak as well, and the two snakes begin to increase the intensity by rubbing their bodies together. All their talking and playing is replaced by just moaning and grunting. Their bodies grind against each other with wild caresses and intense thrusts.

The Naga holds Draco's sides with his arms, pressing into his midsection, while Draco holds himself up with his hands around the Naga's torso. It's an intense feeling of pleasure for both of them, and it shows, as their cocks twitch and twitch, and eventually the Naga can't resist anymore.

With a grunt, the Naga begins to cum all over his own tail, as well as Draco's. His body is pressed tightly against Draco's, holding him in place even more tightly than before, and the Serperior is unable to break free of his grip (not that he would want to). Draco's own cock throbs and twitches, finally releasing a load of cum onto the blue and yellow serpent.

The heavy voice of the Naga echoes through the cavern as the two snakes moan loudly in unison. They remain like this for a moment, enjoying the rippling pleasure.

Their sperm drips down their bodies. It merges with the shallow water in which they rest.

"So..." The Naga pants a little. "How was it for you?" He asks, moving his hands up and down the sides of the grass snake.

Slowly emerging from the blissful haze, Draco takes a deep breath. "...com...pletely amazing... I feel so good and yet so tired..."

The Naga chuckles. "Am I so hard to keep up with?"

"Heh... heheheh... I don't know, it's just that... I'm not used to this, I guess."

The Naga smiles. "Then you won't be able to go one more round."

"I'm absolutely ready for another lap," Draco replies, "I've got a second cock to do it with, but... dammit, I feel like I've gotten run over by a rock or something. All my muscles feel numb, I can barely move them..."

"But if you won't be able to do that now..." "But if you can't do it again now..."

The Naga turns Draco around. His back is now resting on the impressive yellow-scaled chest, as if the Naga's body were a mattress. It was the hardest mattress he had ever laid down on. It is the hottest mattress that he has ever laid on.

Gently stroking the tired snake's torso, the Naga wraps his arms around Draco. "Now, now... let me take care of you for a little while."

Draco lets out a relaxed sigh. "How can a brutish looking guy like you be so considerate?"

"This displeases you?" The Naga asks.

"No, no, it means..." Draco tries to speak, but in the end gasps at the touch. He continues: "I just meant that you're so tough and strong. I mean, I actually had the feeling it would hurt when you just pressed down on me... and yet you're so gentle."

"If I didn't think you deserved it, I wouldn't be doing this."

"Heh..." Draco smiles, blushing. "That's what I had in mind..."

The caressing continues. "Tell me if I should take you back on shore. Don't worry about it."

"Mmmmm... I could stay like this forever..." Draco says in a relaxed and sleepy tone of voice.

"I'll leave you to rest then, so you can have all the relaxation and caresses you need."

"Mmm..."

Draco sighs, allowing himself to relax and let go.

"You know... I'd like to have a sparring match with you sometime," the Naga says. "I think you could make a good partner to fight with."

Draco thinks for a moment. "I'd like to spar with you... but I'd end up covered in bruises and probably unconscious. I'm no match for you."

"You can keep up with me, I know you can."

Draco grunts in surprise as he feels the Naga's claw run through his side and stomach.

"Besides, what better way to improve your body than to spar with a partner who is actually capable of hurting you?" The Naga says. He runs his claws over the Serperior's scaly torso.

Draco chuckles. "It makes sense, yeah."

Then the Naga makes a point that he knows the Serperior is not going to argue with. "And if you are hurt, then someone has to give you a healing touch, no? Hands running over muscles."

"Mmmmmmm..." Draco grunts with a smile.

"In my opinion, you'll be a worthy sparring partner."

"By the sound of it, I think I might be in the market for a beating."

The Naga chuckles. He gives the Serperior a couple of strong pats on the abdomen, strong enough to make him let out a long, painful groan. "Looks like you've recovered enough breath, I guess it's time to take you back to the beach."

"Hrk..."

"It's a shame the promise of a fight can't be at my place, since it's underwater, but..." He leans closer. "I'll be there when you least expect."

Draco blushes. "Y-yeah, I'm sure you will."

Smirking, the Naga grabs Draco by his midsection and lifts him up. The Serperior can feel the Naga's powerful claws on his stomach, and his torso buckles under the weight, but the Naga is very careful not to hurt him badly.

Using the water of the cave for a quick wash, Draco puts on his protective layer of green scaly skin and allows the Naga to carry him effortlessly out of the cave, back to the sandy beach where they first met.

"We go our separate ways here," says the Naga.

He lets Draco fall to the ground with a soft thud. The grass snake is about to complain about the sudden fall but decides against it. "...well, I didn't come here for that, but I'll take it as a good experience."

The Naga smiles. "Just make sure you keep what you promised. I'll come for you when you least expect it."

Draco chuckles, "You know I will."

"See you around, Mr Athletic Serperior." The Naga says. He goes back into the sea he came from and quickly disappears from Draco's sight.

Draco smiles, then sighs. "See you later... tough guy."

...and then he has a realization.

"Wait, WAIT!" He shouts. But there is no answer.

At no point has he ever said his name, nor has the Naga ever said his name.

"Oh well. When he comes back, maybe we can ask each other for our names." Draco mutters to himself.

Sighing contentedly, it creeps away from the beach... still tired, still trembling from all the tampering its body had undergone during the day. But he feels happy, and content. He was with someone he thought was the stuff of legends, and what a legend he is.

He can't help but smile to himself and imagine those hands all over his body... and those muscles of his look like nothing in comparison...

The Serperior continues slithering back home, lost in his daydreams.