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Vinn woke before Leera did the next morning, so he took the time to sneak out of her den to sit on the rocky outcropping above it, enjoying the thick fog that blanketed the forest as well as the warm glowing rays that pierced it. The sun was still low in the sky, having only had a short time since cresting the horizon.

The light spring scent of the morning was thick in the air with the fog, so it was a perfectly tranquil moment for Vinn to reflect on his fortunes with this amazingly sensual and adventurous snake woman. Er, Naga lady.

While his easily aroused mind constantly drifted to thoughts of being inside her or smothered in her flesh in one way or another, one thought that came up in between arousing fantasies was more of an existential question. A sentimental musing. Who was the luckier of the two? Was she lucky for finding someone who understood and supported her desires - aggression and quirks included - or was he lucky for finding a partner that could indulge him in his kinkiest fantasies without the aid of magical potions?

Both he and here were clearly lucky to have found one another, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that she was the luckier of the two. He found someone to share his desires, sure, but she found someone who accepted her despite her apparently murderous past. She has an entire community scared and afraid of her, whereas Vinn just had to go to Firon and buy a specialized potion to feel that ever-wonderful sensation of rippled, tender flesh smothering him.

This realization made him do a sort of double-take on his immediate plans with this naga. While he felt her passion and desire through all the baggage of her past life, he still was just looking to enjoy the niche desires she had to offer. However, that felt kind of wrong knowing how much she was exposing herself (both emotionally and physically) to him in the vain hope he accepts her.

She really was taking a risk, and Vinn slowly came to realize that as he stared over the fog-blanketed forest along the hill beneath him. "Well, I suppose that makes my decision for me." He said to himself, the echoes of his voice disappearing into the thick moisture of the morning air. He hopped down off the cliff face and landed heavily in front of the massive door of her den, gently opening it up to poke his head inside. "Leera, dear?" His voice seemed to die in the dark den.

There was a gentle shuffling of her massive coils around the dirt accented by labored breathing. She swung her head around to look at Vinn. "Good morning? It's morning, right?" She blinked and glanced out the window to see the fog that blocked the morning sun's rays from entering the den.

"Yeah, morning. I was just thinking I want to take you to lunch, if that's okay." He held a talon out to her with a smile.

Despite his best intentions, Leera could barely see his gesture, and couldn't read his smile at all. She didn't take his hand, just pushed off herself to slide past him and out into the forest, leaving him looking confused and dejected. She raised her body high, tensed her back muscles, and stretched as best she could, giving a toothy yawn. "Well then, good mooooooorning! What did you have in mind? I actually can't eat right now. See?" She looked down at him and pointed to her open, cherry red maw. "Red means safe. Purple means stay out."

Vinn laughed and shrugged off the feeling of rejection and hopped up onto her massive form, legs splayed out over either side of her muscled form, thinking about that tidbit of information from her. "So, you told me about the cycle, and I guess the best way to tell if it's safe is by the color of your flesh?"

"Indeed. Figured that out many years ago. There were a few accidents early on that made me rethink what I thought I knew about myself. Now, if I'm pink or red, I'm fine to indulge my dominant side. If I'm a shade of purple, then I need to seclude myself for fear of relapsing into my bestial nature. Not fun." She pushed off some of the rocks, tensing her muscles in waves to slither away from her home, going down the hillside into the fog, straying from the path as she did so.

Vinn laid his belly down on her back, arms crossed and chin on his wrists listening to her self discoveries, barely noticing that they weren't headed towards town. He idly caught onto it, but he didn't care, he just wanted to enjoy her company and feel her muscles shifting under her scales.

They slipped deeper into the forest as the fog lifted. Vinn was worried they were lost since they were in an area unfamiliar to him, but Leera knew where they were, and she assured him she knew how to get to town from here. As a joke, Vinn demanded to see her maw up close to make sure she wasn't in the danger zone, which she indulged by smothering his head. This only made him aroused and she had to tell him to keep it together while they were outdoors and not in the privacy of their own home. She played it off as public decency, but it was actually her worried someone would catch them and think she was once again killing the locals.

As they slipped through the forest, Leera laid most of her life story down for Vinn to hear. She was growing increasingly comfortable with him, so she felt secure knowing he not only wouldn't judge, but might actually find her story interesting to the point of arousal.

Every time she caught his nethers growing excited, she smiled. It was the greatest of compliments to have him feel that way about her.

She told him about her former life with her tribe members, how they would travel from one town to another, abducting people and torturing them for their delight. Vinn already knew this, but his listened with great, genuine adoration. He wasn't scared of her, and that seemed to make her increasingly willing to share every element of her life's story.

After she split from her tribe, she gave herself a strict 'no eating live prey' policy, which was the most humane and certainly the path of least resistance; or at least she thought. The longer she went without some sort of torture or dominance of another, the more prone she was to violent outbursts. She found that, without that aggression, she got a little stir crazy and would resort to terrible things. Once she'd done something terrible, like constrict some random victim or swallow them kicking and screaming, she felt satisfied, and her blood lust seceded.

It took her years to understand what was happening, but after doing a bit of research and enlisting the help of a fellow saurossin who had a vaguely similar issue, she came to realize that she had a deep-rooted psychological need for dominance and aggression. The many years and generations of her tribe doing such terrible things to passerby had instilled a mental need to go along with her physical needs. Not only did she need the flesh of her prey to sustain her body, she needed the terror and fear to satisfy her psyche.

Her first solution to fix this very unfortunate issue was to abstain from consumption during her safe period, but actually hunt some unlucky beast during her digestive phase, getting the most out of her psychological needs in one violent session. This worked for a while, but she found that she'd always feel remorse once she regained her composure and came to her senses.

Unfortunately, that was the best she had at the time, so that's when Vinn suggested something else. "So, you need that dominance to not go crazy, and your digestive phase changes your mood to a ravenous beast. Have you ever tried maximizing the fear during your safe cycle? Maybe that will limit your desires when the time comes?" Vinn didn't want to make it obvious, but part of him actually felt that having a fully aggressive Leera coiling and toying with him would be the most exciting thing, as long as she didn't do damage to his back again.

A smile spread across her maw as she blinked at him - an odd thing for a snake to do, blink. "I've thought about it, but until you, nobody has ever shown the slightest interest in helping me out. It's something I've wanted to try, but really, it hasn't been an option for the most part." She sheepishly played with her fingers as she lowered her gaze. "Can you help me? Maybe we can do a little roleplay. Fake the fear?"

Vinn laughed as his delight turned his chuckle into a gentle squeal. "I'd love to! I volunteer to be your prey!"

She dashed down and wrapped her body around him, arms awkwardly sticking out from her coil as she hugged him. "Thank you, Vinn! That means SO much to me!"

He nuzzled into her scales and nibbled gently, a little confused that she was telling him all this again after explaining it a bit in previous days. Regardless, he happily accepted her offer and gently guided her back to town. He did need to pick up some of his potions from home, because he was feeling like he was in for another adventurous night. They were back on the path and heading back to town within an hour.

Once they arrived, it was almost high noon, and the market was expected to be incredibly busy. At the edge of the settlement, Leera stopped dead without going farther.

"What are you stopping for?" Vinn asked, hopping off her back.

She lifted her head up high like a meerkat or prairie dog, arms crossed in front of her. "No need to go through the middle of town to get to your place, we can take the back routes so fewer people see us, right?" her voice wavered, a crack in her mental fortitude showing.

Vinn patted her on the side before stepping in front of her. "Forget that. You're with me, I can vouch for you. People seem to respect me here, so if I say you're with me and not a threat, maybe they'll let you through." He started walking, not waiting for her to keep up or even start after him.

She hesitated for a few seconds before slithering up behind him, whispering in his ear. "But what if they don't? I don't want to cause a fuss, I'm not like that."

Still walking without any uncertainty in his step, he shrugged and let her know she was being a little foolish. "When I first met you, you were buying a cow from some merchant. People stared, but nobody attacked you or anything. You were fine then, and you'll certainly be fine now."

"B-but that's just it, they weren't attacking out of fear, not respect. They fear me, but they don't attack me because they only see me when they have to and I try to stay hidden. If I just go slithering through the dusty market in the middle of town, then they might think I have an agenda. I once had a person stab me while I was getting a whole cow, accusing me of stealing the money I was using from a previous victim. His uncle or something."

"Did you kill his uncle?" Vinn asked, still walking confidently down the main route to the market. The buildings were getting bigger and closer together, and they could see the edges of the crowd hovering around the vendors that were just out of sight.

"Well, I hope not. I've not done anything cruel here in years; it could have been one of my tribe mates, but I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything like that. Just, slow down..." she whimpered a bit, reaching out to stop him in his tracks from going any closer to the marketplace.

He slipped out of her grasp and kept walking, not even looking back. "Trust me." Was all he said.

She stopped again, not sure how to carry on from there. After a moment's hesitation, she slithered back up to him and held his hand in hers. He looked absolutely tiny next to her gargantuan digits. "Fine, but if you're going to make me do this, then at least show some physical affection so that people know we're together, and I'm not chasing you or anything."

Vinn stopped in his chest, hand and forearm swallowed up in Leera's palm. "I-I'd be honored to hold your hand, m'lady!" He bowed, then guided her the remaining distance to the marketplace.

As soon as her massive form was seen at the edge of the crowd, the entire marketplace went silent. As the two of them pushed forth, the crowd parted to let them through as almost every shopper stared at the two of them, not wanting to impede their motion. Fear of being attacked, perhaps.

Vinn held his head high as Leera slunk down, holding as much of her body to the dusty ground as she could. She just wanted to disappear into some alley so that the stares would stop. "Vinn!" She whispered as she shook at his hand to get his attention. "They're all staring, can we go now? I think I proved my point."

He shook his head defiantly before hopping up on her back to ride her through the crowd, her silken form cutting through the shoppers right down the middle of the market; he could feel the warmth she was developing as she slid over the hot sand of the marketplace roadway. "No point to make, my dear." he then stood on her back, leaning against the part of her body that was raised upright as she continued to slide briskly through the crowd. "This here's Leera. She's my friend. Now stop staring like a bunch of ignorant rubes and get back to your shopping. We're just passing through and she's not going to strike at any of you. I promise she doesn't bite, unless you ask her to."

If Leera could have blushed more than she was, she would have. She had her knight, her hero. Sticking up for her against a crowd of hundreds with no fear. No hesitation. She leaned back and flicked her tongue against his muzzle with a smile, nuzzling into his neck, whispering a barely audible 'thanks' to him. Her tongue could tell that most people still harbored fear, but the levels seemed to be diminishing after kissing Vinn's cheek. Perhaps that passion is what would help trigger her gradual acceptance.

Still shy and a little hesitant, she shakily raised her hand to wave to those who were still staring. "I'm good, I promise." she muttered, but nobody could hear her. Losing a bit of patience, she shook her head and pushed through the crowd with Vinn surfing on her back until she saw the side road that led up to the lizard's abode.

"Careful now, Leera." Vinn cautioned as she disappeared out the other side of the crowd, leaving the market behind them. "IF you go too fast, they might think you're running for some reason. And wait, I said I was going to take you out to lunch!" He looked back down the hill to the New Jorai market that was behind him and disappearing over the hill.

Leera laughed. "Never invite a serpentine saurossin to a meal unless you intend to be that meal, dear." She gasped at him, the quick travel up the hill draining a bit of her energy.

He could feel the excitement in her. His feet could feel her heartbeat as well as her thick, heavy breaths that inflated and deflated her entire body. He didn't assume anything based on her tone, but the sound of being a naga's meal, especially with her flesh such a deep shade of red, was certainly something to get excited about. Once they made it to his flat, he hopped off her and practically dove into his home, grabbing her hand to tug her massive frame in after her even though her girth barely made it through the door due to how wide she was.

"Thank you ssso much for that, My hero!" She hissed at him, lunging at him with an open maw, wrapping her jaw around his shoulder before coiling up in a spiral, holding him close in her arms. She let go of his shoulder with her maw, teeth peeling off him like velcro.

Vinn nuzzled into her, barely even noticing she'd bitten him. He didn't need to respond, his affection was enough. Before he could properly give her a lick of appreciation, she pushed him off her tower of coils to land near her tail. "Hey, what was tha-"

His voice was cut off mid-sentence as she slithered down her own body, arms behind her back to not get in the way of her fluid motions over her coils. She pressed her snout against his chest to hold him in place, gaping her maw open to nip at his belly and sides before giving a nuzzle, a tongue flick, and a taste. She grinned deviously before cocking her head to the side, grabbing his foot in her teeth to tug him up towards her.

"H-hey! At least warn me before you..." He once again stopped mid sentence as her tender maw flesh smothered his foot, saliva dripping down the underside of his calf. He wiggled his talons gently against the soft bulges of flesh that smothered him. Opposite of his usual survival instincts, he repositioned his other leg to rub against her lip, tail curling up around his waist.

She lifted her upper jaw to catch his foot, angled teeth catching it and pulling it into her maw. She had her prey on his back, feet in the air, and now that he'd been caught, he wasn't going anywhere. Confident he wouldn't be able to leave, she inched closer, shifting her jaws to walk up his calves as his toes wiggled against the roof of her mouth. She was producing ample amounts of pink-hued saliva that slipped down his legs to pool against his baskside between legs and tail.

Vinn held his tail around his waist, hoping to hide his arousal as he used her saliva to rub his legs together, enjoying the sensation not only of her maw flesh on his scales, but the friction of his legs rubbing against each other with the aid of her natural lubrication.

Her tongue flicked gently between his legs, slapping his inner thighs as she pushed down and stepped her rows of needlepoint teeth up his legs until the crest of her maw was resting against the underside of his tail and her tongue tickled at his mostly-hidden back hole. She could tell he was aroused, but that hadn't changed for hours, ever since they discussed her eating habits in the forest. This, however, was far more intense, much needier.

"S-sorry my dear, I just wanted to enjoy this!" Vinn shimpered as her maw slipped over more of his form, snagging his tail while it was still around his rump. She clamped down with her teeth and her throat muscles clamped down and released in rhythmic pulsations from maw to gullet, literally sucking on his legs as he continued to pedal his knees and toes inside her.

Leera barely registered his apology save the slight curl of her lip in a contented smile. She gaped open her maw and forced herself down on him, the flesh in her neck stretching out as he kicked at her moist, surprisingly warm inner flesh. Little hind talon marks pressed out against her scales as he pretended to struggle. His despair wasn't convincing, but she wasn't doing this for her benefit. She actually wasn't all that hungry, but she knew Vinn had a hunger he needed satisfied, and this was the key to his satisfaction.

Vinn's mind raced and his heart pumped rapidly as her maw slid down over him, her teeth digging into his scales but not hurting him at all. She was amazingly gentle, letting her muscles do more of the work rather than clamping down with all her bite force to stab him through his protective layer to do actual damage. He squirmed and pulled at her teeth, careful to not snag too much for fear of her drawing blood.

She opened up wide, the round rim of her front lip smothering Vinn's upper body as she relazed her throat muscles and gaped her maw; the little lizard was resting happily on her lower jaw as she forced her way over his form, soaking him in her saliva. With one powerful lurch, she clamped down on him, smothering all but his head before lifting up.

He shifted around inside her, spinning in place as her muscles contracted around his form. Gravity was about to take over, but he could see out her open maw to look at the gentle morning sun trickling in through his front window. He could see the pools of saliva and wet scales from where he was sitting, and he had a feeling of euphoric peace wash over him. This is what he wanted from her. This was the fantasy he'd envisioned. A gentle, kind snake being as careful as she could, sucking his form down her gullet.

His eyes wavered as he rested his cheek against the inside of hers, nuzzling into the powerful muscle in the crook of her maw that was the primary force behind her powerful bite. It quivered to the touch as he lifted his other hand up so he could curl up inside her. The tender, hot, slick throat flesh that quivered and tensed around him was snug, but not tight. He could bend his legs, curl and extend his tail, or widen his elbows inside her massive form as her throat scales bulged out at his motions.

He couldn't help but feel his cocks slip from their sheathe to rub against her soft-fleshed walls.

It all happened so soon that when her maw closed over his muzzle and her muscles contracted to push him through her, the last vestiges of light highlighting his cherry pink sleeping bag, he barely even noticed that he could hear her heart throb against his ear drum and the gurgle of her belly beneath him. He laid his palm against her flesh and nuzzled into it, feeling a strange series of muscle contractions as she realigned her jaw.

The fluid that smothered him slipped its ways into his lungs with one painful inhalation before easing him into complacency. He could feel the muscles tense and coil around him as she laid on herself, getting comfortable in his home with him inside her.

He'd done it. She did it. They did it together.

She was able to enjoy her appetite as much as he did, and she had the self control to not harm when it wasn't needed. This was a good day for them all. He had no shame as he felt a warm burst of seed against his belly, the soft fleshy confines pressing his members against his torso.

His last thoughts before drifting into sleep was a solution to Leera's many issues; a service she could offer to others like him in exchange for her cooperation with the locals. A place where she could indulge her hunger, and others could satisfy their needs.

But he laughed at himself as he drifted off into a chemical-induced slumber, lungs filled with fluid and muscles throbbing around him. There was no way others would pay to be eaten by a compassionate snake. What a foolish idea.