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Quiet, muted crnch-crnch of leaves and sticks beneath the human’s feet, the debris-covered floor of the forest dipping just slightly underneath each of his footsteps. What could be seen of the sun - or rather, its path - through the thick-woven branches far overhead let him know that he’d been at this for about three hours. Thirst scratched at the back of his throat, hunger roiled in his stomach, but… he had to keep going. That’s just the way it was.

Persistence, he mouthed to himself, determination, domination. Another quiet crunch of leaves beneath his feet, and he braced his hand against the moss-coated trunk of one of these trees to peer around it. All in front of him, that same variegated expanse of greens and browns and blacks and blue-greys, twisting and shimmering with the gentle fingers of wind and the dimming light of the fast-approaching sunset… and then, flitting just out of sight past another tree, something that looked for all the world like a patch of speckled shadow, running, jumping.

So of course he followed. He persisted. That’s the way it was. Light on his feet after so many days, months, years of doing this, knowing which plants were safe to trod upon and which to dodge, knowing his own balance enough so he could lean around a tree, or bring himself close to the ground, or perch on a rock slick with that same moss and lichen.

And there it stood, out in the nearest… area that was a bit too small to be called a clearing. The same stag he’d been tracking for the last three hours, the heaving of the exhausted creature’s chest just barely perceptible at this distance. The human lifted his bow, arm flat and even with his shoulder, then held that there for a moment - and reach down to the quiver hanging at his waist, drew an arrow, lined it up…

...and then, for some reason, he felt a cold, cold shiver echo down his spine, as if someone had picked up a rock in the deepest reaches of a cave never touched by the sun and dragged it down the skin of his back. His aim faltered, his vision swam, for a moment he wasn’t sure if he still had bones in his arms… and then next thing he knew the stag was gone from the clearing, and this human realized he wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, or how to get back to his camp. That might be a problem. The thing about the jungle was that you had to spend a lot of time in an area to be able to recognize it, provided it doesn’t change at all… which, it always does. Had to rely on things other than sight to make your way home.

Real shame that he lost this prey - the human lunged forward from behind the tree and bent down close to the ground, searching for any sort of track or trail of broken twigs, compressed leaves, anything… if he really tried, he had no doubt he’d be able to pick it back up again. Thing was, though, he could feel his own hunger grating at his senses and his concentration… and then for some other reason, he flicked his head over and looked back at the spot he’d taken just before, where he’d felt that odd shiver.

He really knew he should focus on the target, but… his body wanted something different. For a moment it felt like he were captive in his own head, looking out through someone else’s eyes while his body stood up and started back over to that spot, towards a slightly-thicker shadow looming behind the trunk. Like a particularly thick weaving of branches overhead, one more spot in the jungle around which sunlight seemed to bend.

Then, all of a sudden, he realized that there was a face there instead of solid murky shadow. Not any sort of face he’d seen before: sharp eyes and sharper fangs, the smooth scales and characteristic head shape of a serpent… but whatever this was, it stood about a full five feet above himself when he’d been in that same spot. One similarly-scaled arm rested up against the tree while the other hung down at the thing’s side, following the smooth curve of his body that instead of legs melded into a single snakelike tail, curling down around the base of the trunk with enough to spare to rest in the low brushes.

Once the thing noticed the human’s attention, it - he? She? That was hard to tell: smooth chest, or at least as smooth as could be with those leathery scales, green like rain-wet leaves done over in sharp black tattoos; and then further down around where its waist might have been, he could make out just a sort of… dip in the surface of the skin, a kind of slit that glistened with bodily moisture in what little light made its way down through the branches overhead.

The thing made a motion with its hand, and next thing the human knew, his eyes were once again fixed on that face. Bright, glistening gems shimmering somewhere between yellow and green, the iridescent shell of a beetle on the wind, a glimmering pebble sitting just beneath the surface of flowing water… it straightened up, flicked its thin tongue out over where its lips should have been were it something other than a serpent, and leaned down once the human stood about two feet from that spot. Only then did his body stop.

And so it looked over him for a moment, just as he had for it. That tongue flicked out once more, tasting the air or maybe his own disposition towards the current situation. He’d heard rumors, legends really, of the snakelike Naga people, but he’d never given them any more credence than a scary story to keep kids of the tribe under control. Even with that, though, this felt too familiar, too perfect to be false… right down to those shimmering eyes, holding him in place and just re-muddling his thoughts every time he got a hold on them.

And then a voice, smooth yet still grating, the sound made when a branch covered with rough bark is scraped across a flat stone: “What is your name?”

“Jador.” Answered without much thought. He rolled his fingers over the grip of his bow. “May I ask yours?”

Once more with the tongue. The naga started to unwrap himself - that voice just drove the spike into his mind: male - from the tree, but made no attempt to come closer to the human: instead he just lounged where he ‘stood’, resting his lower body across the cool earth. This just made his total size even more apparent.

“Malifa. Tell me, human: what are you doing out here?”

“I was-” He cleared his throat, and pointed back over his shoulder. Already the forest looked a bit different, and he faltered in where he looked. “-hunting a stag. Haven’t eaten today.”

“Ohh. Do you have a family you are caring for?”

Jador shifted his weight to his other foot. There had been a woman once, from a different tribe in the jungle, but...”No. Just myself.”

“Children?”

“Why do you need to know?”

That head gave the slightest of tilts, and the naga held his tongue for a moment. When he next spoke, his voice had taken on a different tone. “You prefer the… company of women, then?”

“Well, I mean, for a family there needs to be-”

“Rather than, I don’t know… strong arms, strong body against yours? That smell of masculinity at your nose, the feeling of muscle beneath skin… oh, I’m going too far, aren’t I?” Here, Malifa crossed his arms in front of his smooth chest, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Only one who best knows the heart and motivations of a male is another male, I think.”

Jador frowned. How - absurd it was, that he just stood here having a conversation with a naga… the first two fingers of his other hand twitched at his side. Maybe he’d be able to draw an arrow before… “So? You’re telling me you’re partial to men, no?”

“Partial towards both. Nothing of it. Another question, Jador…” And once more Malifa fixed his eyes on him. The human felt that little shiver again, though this time causing him to lower his other hand back down. “You can’t lie to me. It does sound good, doesn’t it?”

“What?”

“The company of another male. Something is telling me it’s something you’ve never experienced.”

“I guess…” Warm thoughts, the kind of warmth that made his loins twitch and his heart skip a beat… “I guess so, yes. That… does sound good.”

“Like something you could get used to. Something you might… enjoy, given the chance.”

Idly, the human rested his bow over his shoulder again, and reached down to swat at a fly that had landed along the bare skin of his lower belly. He’d come out today in just a loincloth, though the approaching evening brought with it a sign of approaching cold; it’d be good to get to shelter soon.

“Yeah. I think I… I would like that.”

“So, then, why don’t you…” Malifa tilted his head again, this time in the other direction. “Why don’t you come with me back to my home for tonight? After all, it’s getting dark. You won’t be able to find your way back, and besides, you’re not exactly dressed to face the cold of night.”

That did seem like a good idea, to tell the truth. Rather go with this naga than stay out here with other things he didn’t know, and that likely would treat him with a bit less friendliness. Jador nodded, and bowed his head.

“I would appreciate that. Thank you.”

Malifa’s yellow-green eyes lit up with that response, and the naga nodded and beckoned with one hand. Jador dutifully followed, stepping alongside the serpent-creature’s body as it moved and made its way over the forest debris and bushes with ease. Just like with before, even as the human kept his eyes on his surroundings, he found he recognized none of it: the forest became an entirely different beast.

Malifa continued to speak to him as they travelled, and everything he said, Jador found he agreed with. Preference of season, the feeling of cool river water washing over his naked body, the taste of fresh-caught meat… and then especially how good it felt to finally have someone else to talk to. That was the one that the human agreed most fervently with. Sure, he had his family back at the camp, and the occasional other family encountered in the forest, but… this was different.

“...I do, however...” Malifa went on, slowing his pace. Jador did the same and turned to face him… and then came to realize that they’d stopped in front of a hut, woven as firmly into the spaces between the tree trunks as anything else in the forest. Walls barely perceptible among the branches and especially in the darkness; were he on his own, he would have completely missed this. Actually, he wasn’t even entirely sure that he hadn’t been here already, and just hadn’t noticed. “...have one rule about my home.”

“Whatever it is, I shall oblige.”

Once more with that smile, slight and sly, if that were the right word. Just why, though, Jador couldn’t figure out: honestly, he felt safer with Malifa than he did back at his camp, where he knew the surrounding forest like the etchings along the shaft of his bow. Already when he closed his eyes could he see the afterimages of the naga’s chest tattoos, sharp and angular and standing out in his memory. Maybe that feeling of safety had something to do with the imposing intimidation of this creature beside him, or the way those short-clawed fingers grazed carefully across his bare back to usher him into the now-opened door.

“As I expected. In my house, there is to be no… ah… no wearing of clothes for guests.” Those claws continued down his back towards the base of his spine, and from there, tugged the string of his loincloth down towards his tailbone… “It is a traditional thing. You understand?”

“Oh. Well, I…” ...didn’t really feel like putting up a fight, to be honest. Really, his own wearing a loincloth out in the wild was a traditional thing, too, so he could respect that. Another moment of thought, and then Jador looked up into the naga’s eyes again and gave his assent in a quick nod.

Surprisingly, the naga pulled away, and it took a moment for him to realize that the snake-man wanted him to take care of it himself. Truthfully, it would’ve been a little…easier if Malifa had done it, though Jador couldn’t say why…but it had to be done. Jador gripped the side of his loincloth and gave a sharp tug, and the cloth quickly slid down his legs, revealing himself before his…host.

Malifa chuckled, and just as Jador stepped out of his one piece of cover, the naga’s tail picked it up off the ground. Jador didn’t see where his clothing went after that…he supposed that it didn’t matter.

“So, then,” the beast went on, resting his other arm across the human’s bare shoulders. Smooth, soft leathery scales, cool without being cold… it felt nice on his skin. “Why don’t I show you around? You’ll be spending some of your time here, so it’d be best for you to be comfortable…”

And, really, it was a nice place. Everything made from the natural bounty of the forest and river and whatever lived in either of these, furniture assembled so that it looked strong and solid, decorations crafted to fine details. Malifa kept Jador close to him as he brought him around, that hand alternating between running its claws up and down his shoulder, and drawing small circles in the skin of his chest. At first Jador felt some sensible embarrassment and reluctance about being totally naked in a stranger’s house, and then that feeling increased once he discovered… well, all those little touches, the slight shivering traces of that claw over his skin and down his back, of that scaled hide brushing so gently against his side, the occasional pinch of his uncovered rear…

To put it simply, these things elicited a slight stirring in a certain part of his body, one that Malifa either didn’t notice or just simply ignored if he did. At one point Jador felt those citrine eyes on him again, and looked up to meet them - only to have the naga look right away, and bring him over to a seat woven out of strong, straight branches and deer hide.

Jador thought he was just being sat down for more conversation, or to be asked about his own life. However, what he got surprised him, even in the strange state of mind he felt he’d been drawn into the longer he spent near this serpent: right after he sat down, right after he felt the texture of the hide beneath his bare rear and the creaking of the branches used as supports, he looked over to give his host a thankful smile - and instead looked straight-on at that genital slit just a few inches away from his face, Malifa lifting himself bodily up over the human. The weight of the naga pushed him back, Jador felt an odd combination of both panic as well as heated arousal, and he sprawled sideways along the seat with that serpent above him - and eyes glaring right down into his, seeming to glow with a light all their own.

“It’s been an hour or so,” that cool voice hissed. Certainly hadn’t felt that long. “It is now night. You wouldn’t be able to find your way back to your camp from here if you tried, so it is best that you stay here… that sounds good, right?”

Even despite his current situation, Jador’s first response was to nod. The tip of the naga’s tail curled around his ankle, and just continued snaking its way along his leg. “Yes. I was - planning on-”

“Were you? I just thought I’d tell you, Jador…” He could feel that breath, similarly cool, a gentle breeze in early morning… “I first stumbled upon you while you were hunting that stag. I watched you track it… oh, a good mile or so, kept an eye on your movements, your actions, your… physique. Wasn’t until you drew your bow to shoot that I decided to make you mine, though.”

“Make me y…” He mouthed those words, brow furrowing briefly with confusion. The longer he looked into those eyes, the more trouble he had with thinking straight.

“You might have felt a… a bit of a chill going through your body around then. I’m told it’s like if someone were to dip their fingers in ice water, and then press their hands against your shoulders.”

Jador tried to squeeze himself closer against the seat, but instead just felt Malifa bear more firmly down atop him. Now he realized that the naga had a faint scent to go with that leathery hide, but just what it reminded of, he couldn’t place. “I remember.”

“I cast a spell on you.” Short and simple. “Made you more… impressionable, more agreeable. The longer you spent near me and looked into my eyes, the stronger a hold I developed on you. You’re entirely mine, Jador. And, you know what? I want you to thank me for that. You no longer have to worry about doing anything for yourself, or wasting time hunting, or worry about finding a mate… so, can you do that for me?”

Really, he didn’t have much of a choice even if he didn’t want to. Sharp fangs grinning down at him, bright eyes holding his gaze, the weight of a body taut with muscle… the human swallowed, licked his lips, and nodded. “Yes. I - I suppose I should thank you… after all, it’s… it’s a very nice thing, what you’ve done for me…”

“Yes, it is. This was just a spell, though, so now…”

Malifa leaned in even closer, forcing him to look into those eyes, eliminating any possibility of him looking anywhere else. Not that he’d want to, anyway. Jador swallowed, licked his lips, nodded.

“Now you’re gonna ask me to do it for real. To put you under my control, to… hypnotize you, you could say.”

His heart skipped another beat at that, and he couldn’t help but lift his body up against the naga’s. “Would you?”

“Of course.” Suddenly, the naga’s eyes began to swirl with colors that Jador couldn’t describe, colors that drew him deeper and deeper and deeper and…

Then, suddenly - he was somewhere else, without the weight of the naga bearing down atop him. Jador sat up, quickly coming to realize he’d been laid across a bed - though any sort of movement caused a distant painful tingling in both the skin of his chest, from his collarbone down to his belly button, and then along his rump. Not only this, but there rattled iron shackles at his wrists and a collar around his neck, and - he wore a loincloth, different from the one he’d come in with. It seemed to be little more than a square of cloth on top of his cock, with strings running around his waist and legs…he noticed that there was absolutely nothing covering his rear. As it should be, he thought to himself, though he couldn’t imagine why…

Some part of him felt… refreshed, if a bit confused. Things just didn’t seem to line up, and it felt like he had a space in his memory. As he swung his legs out to get up out of the bed, he then realized - he now had tattoos along his chest, lines of black ink pounded into his skin that tingled whenever he touched them. A hand reached behind himself led him to discover a similar feeling along his rear-

“Traditional markings,” hissed the naga. Jador looked over his shoulder and saw him there, in the threshold of the doorway. “To keep you fit and your body virgin.”

Again Jador mouthed the words, trying to make sense of them. As he came to obtain a better sense of himself here - morning sunlight trickled in through the window near the bed - he also came to be aware of a distant thumping headache.

But, then, he once again looked up towards the naga - and for a moment, saw only his body. Taut muscle beneath smooth leathery hide, strength evident even in the simple relaxed movements of him approaching the bed - and then, that genital slit along his front. With that, a brief flash of something forced its way into the human’s consciousness, but what, he couldn’t quite grasp.

“Because…” Malifa went on, his lower body sliding quietly across the woven floor. Jador pulled himself back up onto the bed at a simple hand-motion, and then swallowed once more as the naga settled onto it beside him, broad tail still hanging off the edge. “I wasn’t lying when I said that you are mine now. Mine to do as I please. Without those tattoos, I’d be… taking your virginity, again and again and again…”

Though he knew they really shouldn’t, those words still caused that same slight stirring between the human’s legs - and with just that revealing loincloth to cover it, Malifa’s yellow-green eyes flicked right down and focused on it, which only made it worse.

Jador swallowed. “And now?”

“And now…” And then instead of finishing, Malifa just pointed a sharp-clawed finger down to where his waist should have been. Jador lowered his eyes, just as that hand did too; finger and thumb placed around that slit, spreading the skin just slightly open. Within there Jador could see the glistening pink tip of the naga’s length, very gradually growing with that simple touch…

...and then as if outside of his own consciousness and intention, another few seconds and suddenly he was on his knees over that side of the bed, side of his face pressed up against the naga’s lower body and lips parted against that slit. All of this seemed so familiar, but he couldn’t quite piece together the memories - or why he was even doing this. His body certainly wanted it, and it almost acted of its own accord: he ran his nose up towards the end of that slit, he swirled his tongue in beneath the spread skin, he felt, touched, tasted that slick member inside, drew it slowly out beneath gentle ministrations… and there was no denying that he himself wanted this, too.

The naga knew it as well. Jador felt something slide up the side of his bare leg, briefly making him jump - but then he realized it was just the tip of that tail, centering in between his legs and lifting up beneath his loincloth, wrapping around the base of his own slowly-stiffening shaft. He raised himself up, leaned forward, drew a finger and thumb up along Malifa’s growing length, looked up to meet the naga’s eyes again… and once more felt that odd cool shiver come over him.

“See?” that smooth voice went on. “Already you know your place. I made sure to drill that into you last night, among a few other things, while giving you those tattoos… you did admirably well during that, so… why don’t you take things into your own hands today? Looks like that was already your plan, but - now, I’ve given you permission.”

And with that, Jador felt a little bit more free. Still his body moved and worked on its own, hands and nose and lips and tongue following in their own paths and continuing to coax this naga to his full erection, but now it felt… better, felt more wanted. That tail-tip wrapped around his own cock, slowly stroking him back and forth, giving him something smooth and soft to churn his hips against.

Such a change from yesterday, or the night before that. Before when he worried about when his next meal would be, or how early he would have to try to force himself awake so he could still harvest the mushrooms before the rising temperature dried them out, or - any number of other things. Now instead, there was just… just pleasing this serpent before him, just enjoying this smooth, vaguely bitter taste of musk that leaked out onto his tongue and into the back of his throat, just really getting to know this dry scent that tickled at his nose. One of Malifa’s hands came down to settle on the back of Jador’s head, and those sharp claws traced tantalizingly across his skin through his hair.

“I must say…” the naga went on. Jador didn’t stop to think about how further weird it was that he now had a serpent’s twitching cock between his lips, tapered and angled like nothing he’d seen before, respectably sized… he’d gotten into a slow bobbing motion and pushed himself a little bit further each time, trying not to be so afraid of that pointed tip poking at the back of his throat. “It’s damn nice being able to sit around and relax and have someone else take care of me for once. That’s your job, you know.”

Jador came up off that length, licked his lips, swallowed down that salty slickness… and nodded. Malifa’s tailtip flicked up beneath the human’s cock head, caught and wiped off a bead of pre dripped against the back of that cloth - and then started to snake its way down between his legs, under his sack, up beneath his rump. “Yes,” he breathed, and lifted briefly up with the teasing of that tip, around and against the rim of his pucker, pressing up into him with his own pre used for lube. “That’s what I’ll do. I’ll - gladly serve you.”

For a moment he remained where he knelt, half-consciously grinding his hips back against that tail continuing to press up into him and stretch him just a little bit wider… before that hand tightened on the back of his head and let him know that he had something else to attend to. And - indeed he did: he could feel that much as soon as that tail slipped out of him, wrapped around his lower waist, and guided him down to straddle the naga across the bed, that same slick, hard shaft pressing right up where that tailtip had been a moment before.

The human swallowed, licked his lips, and looked into those eyes for a moment longer. Just holding that gaze seemed to give him some measure of enjoyment, too: he felt himself twitch and throb, as though he had a hand wrapped around the base of his own length. Another few seconds, though, and the naga lifted up against him again - so he took the hint and reached back to angle that tapered tip up towards his rear, doing this of his own accord, or at least as much of that that he still retained. He could feel his own desire in the way it made him tense up and grip Malifa’s shoulders, and bend over him with his breath shuddering between parted lips.

It was a slow, steady motion, working back onto him, taking that length deeper inside himself, and - enjoying every inch of it. Of course there was some discomfort, some pain, some shuddering interruptions where he had to squeeze on the naga and feel his slow, steady breath beneath him, but… gods, he wanted this. Something about the tattoos snaking along his skin, something about those eyes that stared him down with equal intensity whenever he found the strength to open his own eyes.

Gradually, the naga came to mirror his new pet’s movements, lifting his hips up every time Jador lowered himself down on him, sucking in a breath each time he let out a shivering pant, lurching back into the motions. Both hands settled against the human’s thighs, claws digging gently into the skin and flesh there, holding him down each time he settled against him; just as Jador could feel each of the naga’s throbs and twitches inside him, he felt certain that Malifa could similarly feel his own clenching and squeezing on him, the little tensing and releasing from his riding.

It was like… like Malifa’s scent just made him go at it even harder. That faint mouthwatering spice, the same he’d gotten so much of when he’d had his nose and mouth right down there… now he could taste it, could feel it swirling in the air around him, lighting a brighter fire in his chest and loins and leading him to squeeze his legs around the serpent’s lower body and hold down onto him while he rode. Already he could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, both for himself and for Malifa: His new loincloth stayed tight around his leaking erection, and Malifa had leaned his head back against the wall and thrust his lower body up against the human, again and again.

Really, though, it was that gaze that pushed Jador over the edge. Lips parted and teeth gritted, he opened his eyes - and saw those very same bright gems glaring back at him, still seeming to boil and swirl with color. An electric shock down his spine, reverberating through his limbs, echoing in his loins… and next thing he knew, he’d hilted back on Malifa and was pumping his load into his loincloth, filling the cloth with white stickiness. Malifa, too, had wrapped his tail around one of the human’s ankles and continued to churn his hips up against him… until he, too, gave a few strong bucks and then rested back, sweet sticky warmth oozing out of Jador’s stretched rump.

It took them both a moment to catch their breath and find the strength to speak - and when each did, it was Jador who spoke first.

“Thank you,” he said, voice still unsteady with the remaining energy of his orgasm. “If that’s - what it takes to be your slave, then I… I will gladly serve.”

Malifa scoffed - and for a moment, Jador’s heart leapt into his throat. The naga carefully pricked his fingers out of the human’s thigh.

“No, you’ve got it wrong. Believe me, I’ve dealt with slaves before, I’ve tried them out… there’s nothing there. Hassle is more than the payoff, when you have to command them to eat, and move, and sleep… I don’t want to have to remember to breathe for you.” He grinded his hips once more up into the human, and showed those sharp teeth in another grin with the resultant gasp. “But you… you know what you want, or rather what your body wants, and you’re fully willing and able to go and get it for yourself. Call me selfish, but - there’s no obligation for me, like there is for lovers. I don’t have to give you anything in return, since all you want is what you’ll get when you do your job… and, you know, if I do want a slave or lover, well-”

Here, he suddenly twisted up and draped his other arm around Jador’s shoulders, bringing the human’s face in close to his own.

“I can just turn you into one and then back when I get bored of it. After all, you said you will serve me, right?”

Not even a moment of hesitation. His head felt… empty, almost. “Yes. I will do anything you ask me to - and I will gladly take on any role you give to me. I wish to do what you want, and serve you well. But - I must ask...” The human reached down and lifted his loincloth, still pushed off beside his still-twitching length. “I thought you said no clothing in your home?”

Forked tongue out over pale lips. “No clothing on guests. You are not a guest anymore; you shall be a permanent fixture here, and you’ve already started. You do have some more work to do, though...” Once more those eyes began to spin, colored irises swimming like disturbed pond water. Jador felt himself relax and slip back into that embrace.

“What shall I make you tomorrow, I wonder?”