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An Unlikely Protector

Echoing howls split the night. The thick jungle passed by in a blur. His heartbeat blasted in his ears. The pain in his back ached and his bare feet stung with the sticks and insects he trampled. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping into his eyes with a painful sting. He was nearly blind, but he really didn't care. He just had to get away.

The sound of wind rushing past his ears was interrupted by the rustling of the vegetation behind him. He knew what it was by the growls and barks. Bloodhounds. He sped up, hoping beyond hope he could get away.

His mind drifted back to the farm he had just escaped. He had reached his final straw that night. The whippings from his masters had reached a fever pitch and they didn't stop until he was bleeding and unconscious on the barn floor. When he woke up, his masters were gone. But they had forgotten to restrain him first, no doubt sure he wouldn't be in any shape to slip the leash. But they were wrong. He's sprinted from the barn, across the fields and into the forest. He had run for hours before stopping to rest. His mind raced and his heart pounded but then came the howls.

He was forcibly brought back to his mind as his foot hit a root, sending him flying into the mud. When he tried to get up, he felt a deep, painful bite on his arm and the sharp dog paws on his back, clawing into his already badly bloodied skin. The howls sounded again, but they were different this time. They were more excited. The hounds had found their mark, and their owners were not far behind.

A soft clicking sound and then the low, menacing drawl of a man dragged out of bed in the middle of the night joined the cacophony of dog barks and searing pain. “You thought you could run," He spat on the ground.

“No serf is worth this much trouble, milord," A softer, higher-pitched voice joined in, “Let the dogs have him and let's be done with him."

The first man grunted in agreement and nodded, “They know the way home. Alright, pooches, the runaway is yours."

But as he turned to leave, the dogs yelped and ran off into the jungle, leaving the two men alone with the runaway who was still on the ground whimpering.

A soft hiss filled their ears. The sound seemed to echo all around them… from above them. Before they could lift their lanterns, they beheld the source of the sound. Two glowing yellow eyes sent shivers down their spines. The thick coils of yellow and brown scales dropped elegantly from the trees they were draped on. The rest of the creature entered the light, a huge naga. More than ten meters long and about a meter thick at his biggest, he was commanding in his size and obviously strong.

Before the pursuers could react, coils wrapped around them, crushing them together in their tight embrace. Then the naga, a creature of myth known for their cruelty and xenophobia used his hands to pick the runaway up from the mud and hold him in a very gentle bridal carry.

“Are you alright, little human?" He asked, his actual voice a smooth baritone with only the smallest hint of hiss, “My name is Saarthiis, what's yours? How old are you, boy?"

“I'm Peter," he said with a rather bewildered expression crossing his face. “I'm nineteen, sir. What do you want from us?"

“Oh nothing, dear Peter," Saarthiis stroked Peter's head and started slithering away, deeper into the jungle with both the runaway and his pursuers ensnared. “I heard the hounds and feared hunters were after me. But when I saw they were after you instead, I decided to help. In any case they are trespassers in my territory, and I'd be doing this anyway. But I happen to have a soft spot for the injured and helpless. You're both." He gave a soft grin.

“I can't argue with that," Peter said, still coursing with potent adrenaline, but able to cough out a quick chuckle.

The other two men seemed to find their voices as they started shouting obscenities at Saarthiis. The naga grinned and gave them a quick squeeze as he dragged them along.

“Settle down back there," he shouted with a friendly wink to his other, much better-behaved passenger. “You both shoulda known you should never trespass in a naga's territory, especially when you have malicious intent and such terrible manners." He loosened the squeeze enough for them to breathe again.

“So, tell me, young Peter," Saarthiis turned his attention back to the badly beaten young man in his arms, “What had these men ready to let their dogs tear you to shreds? Do answer carefully because if I hear you had ill will in your own heart, you may not be saved."

Peter perked up and gulped a little, “Well… sir, I am their property, and I was es—"

“He's mine, snake!" The first man shouted, “That little shit didn't meet his quota today. We disciplined him in accordance with local laws and he ran away!"

Peter cringed upon hearing the man's voice and looked at Saarthiis, unsure of how the naga would land on the issue. He waited for him to speak, but Saarthiis instead started examining Peter, looking at old scars as well as new wounds still barely scabbed over.

“Disciplined…" Saarthiis muttered, “So you're a slave, Peter. You escaped your owner because he disciplined you?"

“Yes sir," Peter said, his heart pounding. His adrenaline seemed to run out as he squirms a bit in pain, “They whipped me until I passed out… They left me in the barn so when I woke up I ran."

“I see," Saarthiis went quiet as they reached a large stone arch. Twelve symbols illuminated in green, and they immediately found themselves at the entrance to a large clearing. The entire atmosphere of their surroundings changed. No longer was it stuffy, humid and hot. The sweat on Peter's skin dried nearly immediately, sending a shiver through him. The lack of humidity was the first thing he noticed, followed quickly by the steep drop in temperature. The moon shone brightly in the sky, illuminating everything in an almost mystical light.

Right in the center of the clearing stood a large koi pond. Round stones surrounded the pond which seemed pretty mundane until they reached the edge. It was deep, almost impossibly so. The fish inside stole Peter's attention as they swam with an elegance he had never seen before. Then he noticed that while some of the koi were reasonably sized for fish, others were enormous.

“I see you like my fish, Peter," Saarthiis mused as he coiled up and brought the two other men closer. “You see these fish are a bit like me, effectively immortal and never ceasing to grow. The biggest ones are around a hundred years old. I usually eat them when they get bigger than that."

Peter nodded, cringing away as his masters were brought alongside him next to the water. “You have beautiful fish, sir."

“I appreciate that, dear Peter," Saarthiis smiled and hugged him closer, “You're a polite boy despite your upbringing—"

“We brought him up just fine!" the younger man objected against his lord's shushes.

Saarthiis listened to the man rant and watched as Peter physically reacted and hugged him tighter. He shook his head, loosened his coil on the two men and grabbed the ranting man by the collar. “Don't you ever shut up?" He asked before tossing him into the water.

He surfaced, treading in the deep water until something grabbed him by the ankle. A huge fish dragged him beneath the surface and quickly gulped him down unceremoniously. It took no more than ten stunned seconds for the man to be devoured, nothing but a bulge in the gorgeous fish's abdomen.

Saarthiis tightened the hold on the lord just as the man was regaining his voice.

“What the hell!" he shouts, surprised and more than a bit perturbed.

Peter just watched, his eyes staring at the fish as it swam around. The internal struggles seemed to cease after a few moments, and he felt… something. It was weird, satisfying seeing his old tormentor getting eaten by a fish. It also stirred another feeling in his belly… he had no clue what it meant.

“He annoyed me," Saarthiis stated simply as he slithered up the path to a large, looming structure. A huge hut made from woven willow trees casted a long shadow until the naga snapped his fingers and the torches that spanned the walls of the hut lit. They warmly illuminated a very comfortable looking space. Cushions, pillows and blankets were scattered across the space surrounding a central cooking fire. Bookshelves covered an entire quadrant; a spice shelf covered another all the way up to the ceiling. He set Peter down and quickly went about making a heling salve for his back. He didn't even acknowledge the lord still in his tight coils. Every time he heard a peep from the man, he squeezed tighter. That shut him up real quick.

“Peter," Saarthiis said, his voice soft and gentle, “are you allergic to any herbs that you know of?"

“No sir," Peter said as he relaxed tentatively, trying not to get blood on the pillows.

“Relax, dear, blood will come out," Saarthiis reassured him, “and if it doesn't, I'll make new ones. You don't have to worry about soiling my pillows."

Peter smiled and relaxed fully, his eyes meeting his master's for a moment before he averted them.

Saarthiis combined several spices into a large pot, crushing them with a large pestle with water and vinegar. The resulting paste smelled floral and pungent as he brought it over to Peter. “Relax and let me massage this into your back. It'll help with the pain and get you healed up much faster. Then you may rest. You've had a long night."

Peter nodded and rolled over onto his belly, allowing those warm hands to examine him once more before slathering his back in the thick mixture. The massage that followed was heavenly, coaxing a moan or two from Peter.

“That'sssss it, dear," Saarthiis whispered, “Relaxssss… let the warmth jussssst sssssseeeeeep in…" Those were the last words Peter heard before he drifted off into the most restful sleep he had ever had.

Saarthiis watched the young man fall asleep, a gentle smile on his face. Then he turned back to the man who dared harm him. He dragged the man from the hut back out to the koi pond. “Tell me your name," Saarthiis' voice was much less soft and friendly as he hissed, “And tell me why I should not punish your cruelty ten thousandfold." He loosened his coils just enough to let the man speak.

“I am Lord Johnathan Dunstadt," he said after giving a grateful gasp with his freed lungs, “And that boy belongs to me. I bought him when he was young and the law grants me—"

“You bought a child," Saarthiis gets closer and closer, a soft hiss escaping his lips. “You have been torturing Peter since then, haven't you!" His yellow eyes blaze with anger as he tightened the coils, squeezing the man tighter and tighter, bringing him closer and closer to a painful, breathless death. Then in an instant, Saarthiis releases him, letting breath return to his lungs.

His eyes cleared up just in time to see the huge, yawning maw of the naga. He knew in an instant, Saarthiis was not being merciful by not killing him outright…

The sensation was warm, enveloping, like a tight hug as the almost pillowy flesh engulfed his head. The wet gulping sounds echoed in his ears; the long, slender tongue explored his face for a moment before it was sent into the pulsating gullet. The naga very much wanted to savor and enjoy this meal, so he grabbed a knife from his pocket and sliced through the man's shirt, exposing his bare chest to the chill of the night air. He does the same to his pants and underwear as they emerged from his coils. He gripped the man's sides like he was eating a sandwich, a squirmy, kicky sandwich. He murred softly as he enjoyed teething over the man and slurping up his adrenaline rich flavor. He did, very much, enjoy the flavor of fear slipping down his stretchy throat.

Lord Dunstadt was much less pleased with his predicament. Already heaving from the tight squeeze he was just in, the lack of air in the snake's throat only made it worse. His breath shortened and so he kicked and wriggled with all his might. He struggled with everything he had but it didn't help at all. The snake was too strong, and he was already halfway in. And honestly, his oxygen-deprived mind started enjoying the licks, and the overall feeling of warmth engulfing him at such an agonizing rate.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, Peter had woken up when he heard the struggle nearby. So, he crept over, slowly and silently, a skill he had learned over the years for obvious reasons. But when he saw the naga with Lord Dunstadt's slightly pudgy butt and legs hanging from his mouth, he felt exhilarated. This… This made him feel good, satisfied with his tormentor's demise. He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to watch so he sat on a rock, not even noticing that his back was barely hurting anymore.

Saarthiis finally got to the man's crotch and decided a final send off was in order. He grabbed the man's half-hard cock and started stroking it and licking the tip with his tongue. He was particularly delicious here as most humans tended to be and he wasn't going to miss a chance to taste it to the fullest.

The man's hypoxic mind couldn't help but enjoy the stimulation. His wriggles turned to twitches in his quickly hardening cock and ticklish squirms as that tongue explored his nethers. And it didn't take long for the man to succumb and spew all over his predator's mouth and chest.

Saarthiis laughed in his own mind, so weak… he thought to himself as he tasted the musky, salty seed before expediting the rest of the process. A gulp later and he was past his butt, the next sent his thighs in. Two more brought him to the man's sensitive feet. He gave a few more teasing tastes, tickling his toes with his tongue and sent them down too. He felt his throat, closing his eyes as he massaged the slowly migrating bulge down into his first stomach located on his torso.

Lord Dunstadt gasped as he reached what he thought was the stomach. The air pocket was a bit stale, but it was something. His mind returned to him after a few moments and his current situation, sitting nude in a naga's belly, really hit him like a brick wall. He started squirming, hyperventilating and even crying a bit as he begged Saarthiis to let him out. Unbeknownst to him, those belly squirms were heavenly to the naga.

Saarthiis let out a soft sigh of delight and rubbed his belly. He massaged and stroked the different bulges as they stuck out. “Oh my, for a cruel, sorry excuse for a human, you're quite delicious in there, Lord Dunstadt!" He said with a groan. “Did you enjoy the show, Peter?"

Peter jumped and stammered for a moment before nodding.

“Oh, don't worry, dear," Saarthiis chuckled as he lay down on the ground, stretching his long body out. “I noticed you were watching us a while ago."

“Of course… I didn't mean to intrude," Peter said as he watched the elegant, monstrously thick snake stretch and show off his body. “I did enjoy it though. Seeing him get devoured felt… nice. And not just because he hurt me. I-I'm not sure what I'm feeling… warm… fuzzy… butterflies?"

Saarthiis knew the moment he started explaining. “Come over here, Peter…" He coaxed him over. Peter walked forward only to be snared in a tight coil just like Lord Dunstadt was. “Does this make you feel the same?" Saarthiis asked.

“Y-yeah… it really does," The soft gurgles of the snake's belly intensified the feeling tenfold. He shivered and asked, “What… What does it mean?"

“You're a vorarephile," Saarthiis said plainly.

“A-a what?"

“You enjoy the idea of someone eating another," He explains with a grin on his face. “Perhaps you even want to try it for yourself…"

“I-“

“Don't even bother trying to deny it, Peter," Saarthiis licked his ear before pushing his head against his belly as the man's struggles slowed to a pathetic squirm. He stroked Peter's hair and neck as he listened. Then something started happening on the inside.

Dunstadt felt it too. The walls hugged around him, churning, almost massaging him. And they became slimy and wetter. The liquid rubbing into his skin caused it to tingle and go numb in very quick succession. Then the bottom of the stomach opened and started sucking him down, further into the snake's body. This inspired a few more spirited struggles and squirms in vain. His legs, his torso and finally his head sunk down. The peristalsis took hold and squeezed him through the tight tube, opening up into a much larger, more spacious section. But unlike the last one, this one reeked of acrid digestive fluids. He tried yelling and screaming, but acid fumes filled his lungs, sending him into a huge coughing fit.

This was heaven to Saarthiis as he felt the man sink into his second stomach. He groaned and hugged Peter close. And Peter was also quite enjoying himself with this snake who seemed to understand him. He hugged him back and nuzzled his belly as it drained and turned into a lump that slowly squeezed around him as it lapped the coils surrounding him.

“Well, he's in for a long night, lets get you back to bed," Saarthiis said with a gentle kiss to Peter's head. “In the morning, we can discuss what to do with you. But I will tell you, you're safe here, and you can stay as long as you need to."

Peter nodded, “I'd like to stay, but I have no interest in being a freeloader. When I recover, I want to help out around here."

“Of course, dear Peter," Saarthiis pulled him into the hut and kissed his head once more. “Now rest in my coils. Good night my dear."

“Good night, Saarthiis…" Peter said before drifting off, hugging one of the snake's thick coils like a body pillow.