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Deep in the thicket surrounding the narrow forest road Durga crouched, standing stock still as he watched the travelers. The young orc scout's heart raced with excitement as he beheld the caravan. It was well guarded, like any trading party journeying through these woods, but the human guards were like none the orc had ever seen. Their skin had a slightly olive cast to it, and rather the chain and plate of the warriors from the nearby kingdoms, they wore leather armor covered in small, interlocked metal plates, shinning even in the shade of the forest. Their swords were slightly curved and each of them had a short double curved bow at hand.

Easterlings! Durga had heard stories of caravans from further away, making long, perilous voyages to bring exotic goods to distant markets, where the nobles would pay any price for such treasures. The traders were making their way back home, which meant their goods would already be sold, their chests now filled with gold, silver and gems. The orc could have ran right away, to alert his tribe and have them set up an ambush further along the road, but instead he decided to keep watching. The guards looked like formidable fighters, unafraid as they made their way down the path, and if the young scout could describe their number and armaments, his people would have an even better advantage. A great victory and a haul richer than any in living memory would prove his worth!

"Gotcha!" Durga heard the shout the second his hair was grabbed and a strong hand yanked him up.

"Look what I found, men!" the voice of his assailant exclaimed happily in the trade tongue, dragging the orc through the bushes and showing him to the other guards like the scout was a wild rabbit he'd just snared.

"What do you mean 'found'? You were told where to look!" one of the guards tossed back to the first.

"True, she was were the Lady said she'd be. Still, I almost tripped over this little thing before spotting her!" he said and Durga blushed at his words. He knew how he must appear to the humans. Normally, even a young male orc like himself would have the build of a grown human, but in spite of the fact Durga would be counted an adult in a few years his build was still slender, his shoulders slim, and his body hairless apart from the mop of shaggy black hair on his head.

"She's a pretty little spy, especially for an orc. Looks like we'll have something other than a bottle to pass around the fire tonight." The man holding him said, and the others muttered in agreement. They still looked amused, but they were openly leering now, eyes trailing over the orc's svelte body. The mob of guardsmen surrounding Durga parted to admit a young woman dressed in a simple dress made of some exotic eastern fabric.

"Captain, our mistress sends me to congratulate you for catching the scout and bids you to send the prisoner to her carriage." The girl spoke confidently to a man mounted on a particularly fine looking horse.

"What could she want with this thing? Why don't you go back and tell her we'll forgo today's pay if we can keep her for our sport? We can guarantee she won't get away and warn her clan..."

"That is generous of you captain, but this is an order." The girl interrupted him and the captain muttered a small apology before gesturing for the man holding Durga to release the prisoner. The young orc managed to catch himself as he was pushed to the ground, and his body tensed while he considered how he could get away from these people.

"Do not try to run. The thicket is near, but you would not reach it." The girl told him in a plain tone and looking at her somewhat strange dark eyes, Durga believed her. He brushed himself off, and tried to look proud as he followed the strange young woman back along the caravan. He was captured, but he was still an orc! He would not grovel, and would meet whatever fate awaited him with courage.

The woman stopped by a very large carriage, made of some rich, dark wood and intricately carved with patterns of intertwined serpents. It was then that Durga realized why the girl's eyes had seemed strange. Her irises were a brown almost as dark as the carriage, so the slitted pupils were less prominent. In that moment Durga remembered another story he'd heard of the eastern kingdoms, and he felt his legs go weak. The humans there worshiped all manner of strange gods, and some were said to bow to giant snakes, even offering human sacrifices for the serpents to swallow whole!

His guide slid aside an ornate panel on the side of the carriage, revealing a heavy burgundy drape and motioning the scout to step inside. Durga took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst as he closed his eyes and climbed inside.

"Hello, little one. Come in, don't be shy!" a sweet, cheerful voice sounded from within and surprised the orc who'd expected at most a sinister hiss before he was devoured. His eyes snapped open, and he realized he wasn't too far off. Laying on the thick, plush carped and various divans scattered in the corners was indeed a coiled snake body wider around than the orc's waist. Instead of a head, the snake's coils sported the upper body of a humanoid female. The thick tail flared in a pair of feminine hips, a patch of bare lilac skin running from the belly all the way to the top of the female's head.

Durga felt himself blush as he continued his examination of the strange creature in front of him, realizing the woman wasn't wearing anything but slim golden chains dotted with precious stones. Her waist was slim, her breasts full and round, her face the picture of youthful beauty with generous lips curled in a warm smile, a delicate nose and large golden eyes, noticeably slitted. Rather than hair, it was framed by a reptilian hood, barely fanned now to appear as unintimidating as possible. Her small, pebbly scales were intricately patterned in shades of purple, black and violet, and seemed to shine under the warm light of the carriage's lamps.

He felt the snake woman's eyes roaming over his body, covered in only a loincloth and a buckskin wrapped around his shoulders, falling halfway down his chest and back. He felt embarrassed as those eyes slid along his frame, taking in his slightly flared hips, slim waist and thin limbs. He even lacked a fierce face, his large eyes peeking out from under his shaggy bangs being unsuitable for glaring. Beneath them he had a slim, upturned nose, a delicately pointed chin and plump lips, the two tiny tusks protruding from them looking less than fierce.

"My, my, aren't you a pretty little..." she trailed off and extended her tongue, the slim forked appendage flicking as she tasted the air. "...boy?" she said, her tone now curious. With amazing speed, her tail shot out and lifted Durga's loincloth, exposing him to the strange woman. His green cheeks turned red and the orc quickly slid the leather covering back.

"I knew it! This tongue is never wrong!" the snake woman exclaimed happily, the many-ridged tip of her tail shaking rapidly and filling the room with a rattling sound. "No wonder my guards thought they'd caught a greenskin maiden! But how is it that an orc boy looks as pretty as you?" she asked, making Durga blush at the embarrassing compliment.

"There have been no males born to my tribe for more than two decades... " Durga began. He wasn't sure why he was telling her this, but her polite interest combined with the fact she wasn't swallowing him alive relaxed him a little "... so whenever a girl child is weaned, she is fed a potion by our shamaness. If our gods will it, she grows up to be a male and can continue our bloodline. In most cases, the potion does nothing..." he trailed off. When the potion worked, it made girls into normal, strong males, or it did nothing at all. Even though his kin were still hopeful he would grow into a true male orc, Durga had his doubts. He knew that even though there were only three other males of breeding age in the whole clan, no female would lay with him if he was smaller than they were.

The naga looked the young orc over while listening to his explanation. She wasn't surprised the potion didn't work as planned. Orcs weren't known for their talent in magic or alchemy, and this whole tradition was obviously a desperate measure. Still, while the orcling was obviously ashamed of his looks and stature, the snake woman was thrilled that such a little treasure had fallen into her lap. While the trip west had been profitable, she didn't find anything in the slave markets worthy of being added to her little collection. Her sour mood was lifted the moment she spotted this young thing in her scrying crystal.

"Well, now I have a bit of a dilemma..." she spoke, her voice taking on a more serious tone '...namely, what to do with you? Since you are a scout for Orcish marauders, I would be well within my rights to take your life." She said and tried not to smile at the expression on the boy's face. She had no intention of harming him, but there was no reason for him to know that.

"Oh, but I just don't have the heart to kill a sweet little thing like you..." she continued, the orcling's expression switching to relief, as well as embarrassment at her compliments. "I suppose I could give you to my guards. After they've broken you in, I could sell you as a bed-slave in the next city we visit..." she gave another vain threat, and judging by the boy's face, one no less appetizing than the first. She let them both hang in the air, pretending to ponder his fate, knowing that the more frightened he got, the more grateful he'd be.

"Well, I suppose we could keep you here until we've passed your tribes lands. You wouldn't be able to alarm them and help them set up an ambush, and even if they did attack, you would be a valuable hostage. And once we're close to the forest's edge, we could release you. Would you prefer that?" she asked.

"Y-yes, my lady. I'll be your hostage." The boy muttered, eyes downcast.

"Oh, now, no need to be so glum. This trip has been frightfully boring, I'll be glad to have you to keep me company. What is your name, little greenskin?" she asked, her voice once again sweet and disarming as she slithered closer to him, noting how his eyes had risen and were now glued to her upper body.

"Durga." The orc boy said, trying to keep his eyes on hers. He'd never had a naked woman show interest in him before, and he found he was having trouble keeping his loincloth in place.

"Hm, it suits you. You will address me as 'mistress' in front of others, but when we're alone you may call me Issa."

"Yes m-Issa." Durga replied, grateful that she allowed him that bit of dignity.

"Do you like staring at my body, Durga?" she asked coyly, and the sudden question seemed to stun the orc. "I don't mind of you do. I'm sure I must seem quite... exotic to you. But I don't think it's fair that you should be the only one to get an eyeful..." she said, her tail making an expectant little rattle.

Durga stood frozen for a moment, but then decided it would be best to stay on the naga's good side, and shrugged the hide wrap off his slim shoulders. Besides, the fact that this woman was showing such interest in him, in spite of his underdeveloped body, was making his heart beat a little faster. He let his loin cloth fall the floor and stood in front of the snake woman, trying his best to look confident and masculine.

Issa gave a little hiss of appreciation as she took in the sight of the lithe orc, her tongue picking up the scent of leather, leaves, and boyish sweat. She was pleased to note that Durga's shaft was now fully erect, the seven inch rod looking much bigger on his svelte figure. However, looking at the smooth, tight little sack below it, she realized the potion had failed. It was enough to turn the orc into a boy, but he would never become a man. It would no doubt be disappointing to Durga, but it suited her just fine. She began to slither around the orcling, her slitted eyes roaming his body and lingering on his firm little rear, her flared hood betraying her excitement.

"Mmm, such a handsome young thing. And by the look of things you find me attractive as well..." she crooned, her long tail now coiled loosely around the young orc as she bent her humanoid half down to better examine his rigid shaft. She looked up at him, her yellow eyes holding his gaze as her forked tongue flicked rapidly over the tip of his cock.

Durga gasped at the sensation of the snakelike tongue on his shaft. He'd pleasured himself before, hoping that simulating a breeding would make his masculine aspects develop, but his hand couldn't compare to the smooth reptilian appendage and he could feel his cock twitch and leak. He stood transfixed, panting as the snake woman's eyes bored into his own, even as her lips parted and she took his member into her mouth. Durga moaned, blushing at the effeminate sound, as Issa's tongue wrapped itself around his shaft, making him fire a few more spurts of pre into her surprisingly warm mouth.

The naga moaned around his cock, apparently enjoying the taste of the young orc, as she slid her lips further down the shaft until her nose bumped into the orc's hairless crotch. Durga balled his fists as he felt her suck on his member, her tongue squeezing around it as if she was trying to milk him. He felt the pleasure within him rise, and considered warning the naga that he was close before he felt a sting and cried out in alarm and pulled out of her mouth.

"Shh, calm down little one, it's only a scratch." Issa cooed, kissing the glistening tip of the young orc's shaft. Looking down, Durga could tell she was telling the truth - there was a faint pink line less than an inch long at the base of his shaft, but he panicked when he saw a trail of something honey-colored along it before it got absorbed into his skin, realizing it must be Issa's venom.

"Y-you..." Durga tried to get the words out, but he was panicking so much it was hard to catch his breath.

"Oh don't worry. I promised I wouldn't harm you, and I intend to keep my word. My venom paralyzes, and it can be deadly if you get a full dose. All this little nick will do will keep your little manhood nice and hard. In fact..." she continued, lifting her upper body slightly and enveloping the orcling's shaft in her lush cleavage "it's going to take quite a lot to make you cum..." Issa finished, her eyes taking on a mischievous twinkle.

The young orc relaxed and started taking deep breaths while Issa kissed and suckled the head of his shaft which was barely protruding from her bosom. Her tail began to rattle slowly and softly, lulling him and making everything but the sensation of the snake woman's lips and breasts on his cock fade into the background. He gasped as a hand gently caressed his little coin purse, his shaft twitching as soft fingers deftly fondled his little orbs.

Giving his tip one last kiss, Issa released it from her cleavage. Durga noticed it was looking a bit thicker than it usually did, hard as a rock and with the head mushroomed out slightly, and felt a bit of masculine pride at the sight. He was so engrossed in the sight that he didn't realize Issa was coiling around him again, giggling when the orc tried to turn around as she went behind his back. She was soon back in front of him, her tail now looped twice around the boy and coming up past his knees. She was also coiled a bit tighter, not enough to constrict, but tight enough that Durga was firmly rooted in place. Her upper body was higher now and Durga's eyes were caught by the sight of the slit lying below her belly, now looking moist and very inviting.

Issa caught the boy's gaze and smiled. She was having a wonderful time with her latest toy, but couldn't delay her own pleasure any longer. She edged her human half closer until the underside of Durga's erect shaft was touching her slit. The boy looked up at her face and she caught his gaze with hers, her hood now fully fanned in a mating display.

"Am I your first?" she husked.

"Yes..." the boy replied as if in a trance, lost in the naga's golden eyes.

Issa's tail rattled with unmistakable glee. Thanks to the orc females' preference for large, brutish males, she would have the pleasure of taking this little orcling's virginity. Savoring every second of this moment she kept her gaze on the boy, drinking in the sight of his face when the tip of his turgid member wedged itself between her lips. The sound of Durga's moan as she slid down on his cock was music to her ears, and it was soon joined by a sensuous hiss coming from her lips. She took hold of his chin and tilted his head up before bringing her lips down on the boys, kissing him deeply as she began a slow, undulating rhythm, sliding on and off the trapped orcling's turgid shaft.

Durga was moaning into their kiss, the sensation of Issa's pussy swallowing his shaft was more incredible than anything he ever imagined. He could feel his member throbbing inside her, his body tingling as she rose and fell, pumping her mound against his crotch. He felt like usually did the second before he released his seed, but now that second was being stretched, the naga's venom preventing him from achieving release. Strange, whimpering noises were leaving his throat as his mind tried to cope with these new sensations. He buried his face in Issa's lavender bosom, the snake woman holding the back of his head and kissing his shaggy hair as her hips continued to rise and fall, soaking the orcling's crotch in their combined juices.

Issa smiled at the sight of the boy now moaning into her cleavage and delighted in the sensation of control. He had come inside her carriage moments ago, a young greenskin warrior ready to meet his fate, and already he was a whimpering little youth, clinging to her as she made a man out of him. Well, as close as he'll ever get. She ran her hands along his supple body, feeling his little muscles twitch and tense as he was trapped on the threshold of ecstasy. Every time she drove her hips downward she tightened her pussy, making her moist walls wrap around the boy's engorged shaft.

She was surprised by how close she was getting to her own climax. She usually took a long time with her toys, delighting in the faces and sounds they made as she kept them tantalizingly close to release. She knew her latest lover would need something more to make him come, and decided she'd better get him ready. Keeping his head wedged between her breasts, she flipped the top of a ceramic jar open with the tip of her tail, and dipped her rattle in. The carriage was immediately filled with the smell of exotic flowers, the aroma mixing with the scent of their mating. She pulled the boy's head up, not wanting to miss the look on his face when she proceeded to the next step in his deflowering. The orcling looked almost drunk, eyes lidded and glazed and his mouth hanging open, nothing remotely intelligible coming out of it.

Still, those eyes focused pretty quickly when Durga felt something slick slide between his cheeks. He couldn't move, couldn't even turn around to see what it was, his eyes instead looking up to see Issa smiling sensuously at him. He wasn't sure what was happening, the sensations wracking his brain were making it hard to think, but the naga's intentions became clear when something blunt and slippery nudged against his pucker and started to gently push. The boy clenched instinctively, the action making his shaft twitch inside Issa as both lovers let out a low moan.

The naga smiled down at her little captive, enjoying the expression of surprise and distress on his face as he realized what was poised at his virgin entrance. She felt him tighten up, and decided to let him fight her a little, secure in the knowledge that she could push for far longer than the orcling could clench. She could see little beads of sweat collect on his brow, could feel his hot breath as he panted with exertion, but in the end he relaxed for just a second and Issa took the opportunity. The boy screamed out as several ridges of Issa's tail buried themselves inside him and the naga pressed her lips to kiss to muffle his cry. Eventually she managed to coax his tongue into her mouth and they shared a kiss while she let him adjust to having her inside him.

When she could no longer feel his pucker clenching around her, she broke the kiss and slowly pushed another segment inside him, making the boy take about a third of her rattle. After the initial penetration the orcling could take her without too much pain, and the sight of him biting his upper lip with his tiny tusks was the most adorable thing Issa had seen in ages.

"Shh, shh, just relax. Show Issa what a brave little orc you are..." she cooed as she stroked his hair, all the while making Durga take more and more of her tail. Once the last ridge slipped in she stopped, letting the boy adjust to her size.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, wiping away a few tears from his eyes. She started gyrating on his shaft once again, knowing it would serve to take his mind off his violated rump.

The sensation of Issa's silken walls once again sliding along his shaft dimmed the pain in Durga's rear until it faded into a feeling of discomfort. As his pleasure mounted even that was gone and it left the boy feeling... full. The penetration had been painful, but the sensation of the snake woman's rattle rubbing against his walls felt strangely pleasant. With such an assault on his senses, the orc soon found himself approaching that state of frustrating ecstasy again, except that now with his rump filled he felt even closer to that wonderful release, but still unable to reach it.

Issa could read the look on her toy's face, could sense how desperate he was for something only she could give him. She might have been tempted to prolong his sweet agony a little further, but she felt in need of release herself. Still, there was something she needed from him...

"Are you close, sweetling? Do you want to cum?" she husked.

"Y-yes!" Durga squealed.

"Then beg for it, little one..."

"Please... Isssa... Mistres! Please let me cum!" the orcling blurted out desperately. The naga lifted his face until his eyes met hers, smiled at him and... rattled.

When her tail started to vibrate inside him, Durga thought he would pass out. He could feel the snake woman's arms holding him tight to her chest as he tensed up in her embrace. His jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut until he could see little stars behind his eyelids and then it hit him. His pucker clenched madly around the naga's tail, and his cock twitched before erupting deep inside her, the boy feeling like his seed was pouring out of him. He heard Issa's hiss join his grunts and felt her tunnel milk around his gushing shaft, greedily swallowing everything he could give her.

The blissful sensation felt like it lasted an eternity, and yet it was over too soon. After he came to his senses, sending a few last spurts of seed into Issa's slit, he realized he was sweaty, panting and suspected the naga's coils were the only thing holding him up. He felt her tail slip out of his rear moments before his shaft withdrew from her. Issa released him and guided him down on some soft cushions, laying down beside him and coiling her long tail around them both.

She toyed with the boy's hair as he recovered, sensing his exhaustion and knowing there was one more thing she needed to do before he could rest.

"I've been thinking - will you be all right after we've released you and you return to your people?" she asked.

"I guess. They won't be happy that I failed to tell them about the caravan, or that I allowed myself to be taken prisoner. They won't harm me but they will be... disappointed. " Durga replied glumly.

"You know you don't have to leave us." Issa said, locking her eyes on the boys and watching as he lost himself in her gaze. "You would make a wonderful addition to my little harem. You would spend your life in a luxurious mansion and your only duty would be to please me. Do you think you would like that?" she said with a warm, inviting smile, knowing what the boy's answer would before he uttered it.

"Yes..." Durga mumbled, the full force of his exhaustion catching up with him as he struggled to keep his eyelids up.

"Good boy. Now sleep, and dream of our future together..." she whispered in his ear. She kissed his forehead softly and the orcling was instantly asleep in her arms, the charm she had cast ensuring that his dreams were pleasant indeed. The same spell would ensure that he would never have any regrets about the choice he made. After all, none of the others did...