A Toy for the Nagalisk [Subscriber Reward]
Utahime attempts to do some recon on a monster's lair. It doesn't go great.
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A Toy for the Nagalisk By Limewah Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Nov 2024) 18+
The orange-furred kitsune stopped just short of the cave entrance, at the seam where the dirt and gravel ended and the cold stone began.
Her wooden clogs would have to go. Same for her lute; she didn’t want it to get strummed by accident.
Utahime took them off slowly and set them aside, stifling a shiver as her soles silently pressed into the cold stone. She wrapped her three tails around herself - both to lower her profile, and to shield her from that slightly fetid chill coming from inside.
This excursion was mostly for recon. She wasn’t going to take on the Nagalisk all on her lonesome, but the rest of the party wanted to just charge right in - it would almost certainly be suicide-by-petrification.
Coming alone was the least risky option. For everyone.
…it might also let her claim a little extra credit, and a bigger share of the reward.
She glanced behind her at the numerous statues lingering outside, put on display like they were in a garden. All of them were nude, kneeling or posing in some provocative position - some of them were in far better states than others.
Utahime felt particularly bad for the cute, lithe looking otter who was bent over and stroking his cock - well, he had been, but at some point both his wrist and his shaft had weathered and broken off, and rolled some slight distance away. He was smiling away as if nothing had happened, of course..
She really didn’t want that to happen to her.
As the mouth of the cave opened up into a larger cavern, she could hear a multitude of soft snores up ahead, so numerous that they almost sounded like a swarm of angry bugs.
The Nagalisk supposedly had a retinue of Kobolds who saw it as a dragon - either due to brainwashing or naivete. They were nocturnal, like the beast itself… which made it even easier to sneak around them. The snoring little guys were sprawled all over the place, too. It was a fair bit warmer inside the cave, perhaps with some volcanic vein underneath the stone, so they didn’t need to huddle up for warmth.
That made Utahime’s job only slightly harder. Sneaking around sleeping kobolds wasn’t all that different to evading spike pit traps. Her sense of balance was second to none, at least in her party.
No sign of the big guy though, not even the sound of breathing…
Maybe it was deeper in. As she squinted in the darkness, she couldn’t see any other obvious pathways - Maybe if she hugged the wall she’d find something.
She snuck her way to the edge of the cavern, and very gently and gingerly brushed her fingers against the surface.
It was cooler than she expected it to be, not to mention drier. And it had the barest hint of give to it, too, like if she pushed harder her paw might sink into it.
As she dragged her fingers along it, she felt scales.
She gasped and froze to the spot - but it was already too late.
The dark scales of the nagalisk were reflective like glass. So when one of the enormous eyes opened from just behind her, their rainbows of colour were reflected directly off of them.
“AAaaauauuhhhh…” Her scream of fear trailed off and melted into a low, placid moan. She turned slowly and sluggishly to face the source of the colours.
The nagalisk - an unholy mix of a naga, a basilisk, and a black dragon - loomed over her. Only one of its eyes was open, and it poured pinks and blues and greens and whites, a rainbow of candy colours that positively popped compared to its jet black body.
“Well hello there, little one…” the Nagalisk dipped lower down, its chin smothering the still-sleeping kobolds. “Have you come to join my sssstatue collection…?”
Utahime’s body was too slack and relaxed to move her head. It was dipping lower, and her body was slumping forward, her legs buckling inwards at the knees. But her eyebrows were knitting inwards, and there was a look of horror on her slack jaw.
“Hmm? I sssenssse a little resissstance…” the nagalisk chuckled. “That can be fixsssed, once I have a little look in that mind…”
The spirals rummaged around in Utahime’s scrambled head-finding her name, where she came from, her hopes and dreams, as well as…
“Ssssay now…” the nagalisk’s swirling eye narrowed. “You prefer the company of femalessss, do you? Does the sssight of malenesss fail to arouse you?”
A pheromonal scent blanketed her, as two spear-like cocks dangled just baove her head; they were longer than her entire body, and almost as thick. The Nagalisk’s hemipenes swayed back and forth, joining in on the hypnotic assault. Utahime wanted to retch. But she was paralysed, transfixed.
“That can be fixsssed. You can feel it now already, can’t you…?”
“N…nnnno…” Utahime protested, weakly, desperately, as if that would save her.
The beast’s second eye opened, giving a glimpse of the serpentine snout and a wicked, fork-tongued sneer. The extra whirlpool of colour joined in the invasion. The first eye had merely examined and explored. The second one was increasing the psionic powers of the creature, and this new layer of hypnotism sought to colonise and pillage.
It went straight for her orientation first. Utahime’s body twitched as she fell to her knees, her legs spread out at the sides as her body began to burn up. The scent was getting stronger, new notes of spice and musk arriving into her nostrils. They delivered a message along with the spirals. She belonged to the Nagalisk.
She was aroused by the Nagalisk.
She wanted to fuck the Nagalisk.
She didn’t want to fuck anything else.
Least of all, a girl.
She could feel the disust she felt for those cocks evaporating, replaced with a drooling need.
The fear of death, of humiliation also evaporated. She was enthralled, transfixed by the spirals and shapes, and everything that was her was gone… most likely for ever.
The cocks slid downwards as a thick length of coil scooped the dazed, smiling kitsune up into the air. A fetid green breath issued forth from the beast’s lips, and her clothes and gear dissolved away to nothingness.
The Nagalisk chuckled, tickled by the squirming of its kobold pets beneath its massive body. It rested one massive fist beneath its head as it eyes ceased to spiral. Its colours continued to whirl through the hypnotised fox’s eyes.
“Pleasure me, little one,” it ordered, nudging Utahime until she was wedged between the twin members, straddling the sensitive flesh just between them. A perfect weak point to strike… if she had any fight left in her.
“Yes…” she moaned happily, before planting her lips on the tip of the one in front of her. Her legs and arms wrapped around it and she cuddled it like a pillow. Her soft tails worked too, all three of them draping and curling around the other cock and almost managing to cover the whole thing.
She rolled her bare hips back and forth, sawing herself on the crevice between the cocks.
The Nagalisk let out a long, satisfied hiss of pleasure, pushing his hips upwards and making her struggle to keep her arms around the pulsing length.
“Ohhh, you are one to keep, for sure… maybe you’ll make a better tool than sssculpture, yesss… Look at me.”
The kitsune cast her eyes up towards the lantern-gleam of those giant eyes, and smiled into them as they suddenly strobed. Grey, black, yellow, grey again, moving with the speed of a hummingbird’s wing. Cold tendrils of dark magic spiralled downwards from the centres, and fell over the Kitsune’s body. It slipped in through her eyes, ears, nose… every orifice and pore it could find. Her face was the first thing to petrify, locked in a happy, placid, endlessly staring smile. Her brain turned to stone next, shutting off her thoughts for ever.
Her body turned grey, cold, and hard, as her insides and outsides turned to solid stone. Her paws clasped together in a lattice just before they petrified, as if her body already understood the perfect shape to form.
Her tails looped and braided together too, keeping a just-firm enough grip on the cock and creating a slightly ribbed texture.
The Nagalisk’s magic began to peter out, its work done, and the beast chortled as the last bits of fur and flesh turned to solid stone.
“You make a very pretty ssset of cock-ringsss…” it growled, tracing a claw along the surface of the lifeless statue’s head. It left a little groove in the slightly soft, still-settling material.
“I’d better take my time with you… don’t want to break you too ssssoon, now do I?”
No response was needed. The Nagalisk reclined back, letting his dicks throb and pulse against the smooth, well-textured stone.
Its kobold minions were still attempting to squirm out from underneath it, complaining and begging for air all the while.
It made for a very pleasant little back massage. One more thing to enjoy along with his new sex toy.