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I awakened to blood in my mouth and a male's newborn yelp. The fragrance of the sweet nectar roused me and brings new life to my eyes.

The blood of a newborn sprinkled my tongue and awakened me to consciousness. Two warm beings stood on top of me.

"Agh you did it again Cass."

"Oh oh oh I'm sorry Jim. You know how it is with these newfangled braces and all."

"If I had a right mind I'd rip em' out. Not like you need em'. You're beautiful with or without crooked teeth."

"Oh Jim."

They kissed, leaking more droplets on my snout, my fangs, my body. My scales cracked and dust fell from my slumbering form. The two wobbled on of my coils.

"Sweet Mary Jesus on viagra this thang's moving!"

"I knew we shouldn ta' come here Jim."

They leaped from me and ran away. The accumulated dirt and stone crumbled as I shifted and shook the debris for the first time in eternity. I rear up to hiss and pounce at the sun.

I flicked my tongue to get my bearings. The humans trembled around the corner of a huge open room. I sat under an overhang, which I think provides one cover from the sun. Rubble and moss littered the stone steps that lead to me and I smelled the underlying rats and scum. My hunger pained me.

I coil myself, preparing to strike. When the mice emerged from the hole in the wall, I jump from my perch. The critter couldn't sense my shadow before I sunk my fangs into its flesh and consumed it whole.

Not nearly enough, but it will have to do. The humans already left my domain. I round the corner from whence they escaped and saw the hallway gave way to endless prairie hills. I try to leave, but something within goads me to stay, that leaving is tantamount to blasphemy. Why should I bother? My memory is lost to me. I am free to do as I wish.

A feeling that one such as I should never have settles in my gullet. Fear. Overwhelming and ominous, it forced me to stay and shelter myself under the shade of my resting place.

"Jim?"

The sound came out raspy and improper. I could not understand a word of their gum flapping. In the meantime of figuring out my past, I should mimic their mouths to learn their language, in case they return. I spent the day scouring the ruins for prey. I ate whatever beetles and scarabs I could find before sleeping for the night.

When I awakened, the sun shined as brightly as yesterday. The two came back. The female carefully crept up my steps and the other stayed back while holding a metal stick.

"Jim, the statue woke up."

"Don't worry Cass, I got it in my sights. It makes a wrong move; I'll blow to high heaven."

I considered devouring them on the spot but forbade it. They pose no threat and I can use the entertainment. I found it curious how one of them is willingly approaching me despite its apparent fear. My eyes met the females. I glared at her to make sure she knows that I am not to be trifled with. Her legs wavered like the flapping of birds.

"H-h-h how do you do, Mr. Snakeman?"

"You don't have to touch the thang."

"Well I want to and there's nuthin you can do about it!"

She bowed before me and lied there for some time. I grew bored and stopped looking at her.

"He-a-ven." I tried their word on my tongue.

"Oh Jim!" She stood. "I think it just spoke somethin'."

"Congrats, tell it to sing a song."

The woman mustered the courage to stand. "Hey uh, Mr. Snakeman. Can you say "Jim is a big cow-sucker" for me please?"

Humans make such annoying sounds.

"Mr. Snakeman?"

The human was waving. I believe she was addressing me? I gave her my attention.

"Jim is a big cow-sucker." she said slowly, "Jim. Is. A. Big. Cow. Sucker." She shows her red gums as she enunciated the syllables. She wants me to mimic her asinine language. No harm will come of it I suppose.

"Jum essss ah big cowh-succhhher."

I felt that was a horrible rendition. The female clapped and squealed regardless. She took a few more steps towards me.

When she yelled to talk to the male she bent over. I saw her butt hidden behind a layer of blue clothing. My head felt woozy after seeing it."Did'ja' hear that. He called you a cowsucker."

"Jim isssss eeaa biig cow-suchhhker."

"Tha's great, now come on down and get away from that thang."

"Oh shush, you need to come up here and apologize for making out in front of him."

"I ain't gettin' near no hellspawn Cass."

Fleeting memories of women bombarded my mind. They dressed beautifully, properly, and all offering themselves to me in the same posture as the female. I always accepted generously.

"He didn't hurt us then, don't see why he'd do it now. C'mere I know you want to pet it too."

The male lowered the stick and started to climb as well. I propped myself against the wall and waited for them.

"Fine, but only ta get a better shot, just if anything bad happens. I ain't gettin' any blame for this if things turn south y'hear?"

"Yes ma'm." She giggled like the girls who watched me penetrate the first volunteer.

They came, the female bounded up the steps and the male pointed his stick at me. I made no moves. The female gingerly placed a fingertip on my scales, then brushed her entire hand. They must unmake themselves before I can start.

"Your scales are smooth and warm." Dark Green emerged from the dust she swiped.

"Could use some cleaning up."

"See, told you he wouldn't bite. Rattlesnakes never bit me once."

"I think that's cuz they think you're one."

The female placed her hands on her hips and faced the male, showing me her ass. I see; she wants me to undress her. She must be one of the unusual ones.

"What's tha suppos' ta mean?"

"It means you're good with your tongue."

I extended my claws and prepared to rip her clothes and make her submit.

She laughed and draped her arms over the male's shoulders, the male lowering his stick.

"Hisssssss."

They kissed each other fully. The vapid fropping with each other, the way their saliva intermingled with blood was captivating. I was mistaken. She did not undress because she was giving me a performance with her mate. Yes, I remember the spectacles the jesters brought to my court and the various trinkets offered. Trite this may be, but nonetheless, it peaks my starved innards.

They stopped abruptly. "Oh." The female lightly slapped the male. "I almost forgot." She sat on my coils. "I'm sorry for making out on top of you. I know it's rude to rut in front of others. You apologize Jim."

"Uh, sorry for bleedin' on ya Mr. Snakeman."

My two swords flourished from the slit below the base of my stomach. The female tugged the male's arm. They both stared, silent. The female gapped in awe then smiled while the male kept his expression stern.

"Let's go back before they notice."

"Right." They descended the steps and left, leaving me unsatisfied. I wrap my tail in an infinity loop around both of my cocks and squeezed. They produced my seed with no trouble at all. It seems my long slumber has left me in easy heat. I remembered that I could make hundred of woman revel while completely suppressing my urges.

I noticed the faint marks next to my throne. Pictures of a forgotten time when all was as it should be. I was king and my subjects were at my mercy. My name. Nagaraja, the king of serpents.

Another night passes and the humans yet dither in front of me. The female deigns to sit on my coils while chatting with the standing male. The only reason I granted them the honor of my presence was because they gave me sacrifices of milk and peaches. I gorged on the both of them, chugging the cartons by the gallon and the baskets by dozens.

"Which one do you like more Mr. Snakeman, my peaches or his milk?"

"Nagaraja." I could tell they were calling me "Snakeman".

"Nagarasha?" the female said.

"Naguracha?" the male said.

I threw away the milk as I was getting sick of it.

"Ha. Nagarapa likes my peaches more. Pay up."

"Sheesh." The male handed her some green paper.

"Hey Naga, wanna know what Jim wants to be?" She flexed the paper in my face, showing me a picture of an ugly human.

"The presi-dent of the U.S.A."

"You don't have to tell him that."

"Why not? Isn't that what you're gonna be when you whisk me away?"

"What president?" Along with fragments of my memory came bits and pieces of their tongue. The female giggled.

"He understands us."

"A president controls the army, makes treaties, sometimes make orders."

"Like King?"

"No not like a King," he said vehemently. "Tho, I guess the current one is, but he's not suppose' ta be. The president is someone who is compassionate, doesn't overstep his bounds, and protects the people of America."

"Amen."

King, King. The word haunts my mind. I am the king, but I am not? I am the king of kings. Then who is the king?

"Is somethin' wrong?" the female asked.

"You have a bit o' juice drippin' from your mouth."

"I bet what you need is a good washin'."

There is something missing in my memory, that is certain. I want to examine the walls more. I wave the girl to get her off. She complies.

"Cass I can't come tomorrow. The family needs my hands for the entire day."

"It's aw'right. I'll come by myself."

The pictures show deities other than myself. Of a human meditating atop a bed of snakes. Of a snake having many heads and jeweled eyes. Not relevant. What is it I'm missing?

" I don' think that's a good idea."

"Wa's the matter? Jealous."

"No, it's cuz I don't want you alone with Naga."

"Tch oh he don't bite. It'll be fine."

I left them behind and studied the right wall. It held a golden city where thousands of snakes fled from while they burned. Overhead was a God of some kind.

"I don't want you going and that's that."

"Well you can't stop me."

The snakes crawled into different places, some caves and others, sewers. The next part was worn away I couldn't decipher the meaning. If I am the snake then that would explain where I am. These humans don't speak my native language and these ruins seem out of place compared to the lush grasses that surround them, but what happened. Why was I banished? Are there more of me? And my purpose?

"I'll tell your pop."

"You wouldn't! I'll tell grandma you hang out with a spawn of Satan."

I hear wet noises coming from the humans. They're kissing again at the top of the staircase. So noisy.

"God this is why I love you. You're not like the other prissy women who squat in flowers all day."

"Why thank you, and you're not like every other man who fucks any sweet cherry he sees."

"Oh, heh heh. Mostly."

"Jim!"

"S' before I met you, don' worry."

The heat was baking my scales. I should have a slave rebuild my temple someday. Those two would make good slaves.

"I'm still comin' tomorrow."

"Ugh alright. Here, bring this." He pushed the stick in front of her.

"I have my own thank you very much."

The female kissed my check and promptly left with the male. The female can be my concubine while the male watches. However I may need them to help me acquire more slaves, so I shall not claim them yet. More pressing were my origins. I turned every stone and pebble to reveal any inkling to my past; It bore no fruit. I procured some rats for dinner and slept for the evening.

Next morning the female came alone. She carried two buckets filled with soapy water. She put them down and produced a sponge. She knelt before me and slathers the water on the bottom of my scales. She intends to bathe me? This slave knows my needs better than I!

"I'm gonna wash you, is that alright?"

"Yesssss."

She threw another sponge at the base of my body.

"You help too. I ain't doin' this by myself."

It would talk forever to clean my entire length. I started on the humanoid portion, getting between my armpits and slathering my sunken stomach. She passed the second bucket of water so I can dip the spongs back in. It was as if I'm a painter on a brown canvas, whose only color was green. The woman swiped down to the tip, and when she was satisfied I moved my coils to better accommodate her, circling her with a small berth. She hummed a tune unknown, yet familiar. I swear I've heard it before. . . .

"Takshaka!"

Damn him! Forcing us all into exile for his devilry. The woman stopped cleaning, startled.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

Yes, I was forced into a deep slumber. Must be a few centuries in the future. Nagaraja isn't my name either, only a title. I'm still forgetting something important, even more important than any of those bits of history. Something I must do immediately. We finished the cleaning of my body. She insisted on scrubbing the top of my head. The soap bubbled down my eyes.

"How gorgeous."

She brought a mirror so I can look at myself. In the center, above my head lay a bright jewel. At the same time I noticed my twin swords emerge from my slits. The woman payed much more attention to those. She smiled while displaying her cleavage just inches away from my sex organs.

"How bout' we have some fun Naga."

I picked up the mirror and admired the jewel while she slowly took off her shirt. I felt her milky white heat. Her distractions could not dissuade me from finding my purpose. The jewel revealed to me my purpose.

"Bring Jim."

"Jim. What for?"

"Want see."

"Wouldn't you rather "see" me."

She shoved my face into her cleavage. I lightly rejected her.

"Please."

She crossed her arms. "I'll bring him tomorrow." She picked up her pails and left. After she was a great distance away I left the ruins to forage for larger meals.

Clear skies and blazing rays made the inside of the ruins where Jim and Cassidy entered a sauna. They sneaked from their respective work to come here, so Jim didn't have the luxury of bringing his rifle.

"My dad was being more of an asshole than usual," Jim said.

"What'd he do?"

"He broke my iPod. I wanted to listen to music while workin', but he. . . just fucking broke it!"

"Mhm."

The stopped at the corner where if they walked they would face that staircase.

"Are you mad?"

"No."

"You can tell me anything."

"I wanna leave."

They embraced each other. "Me too darlin'."

They rounded the corner and saw the naga resting at the top. He looked considerably fatter as they ascended. Parts of his body bulged and his humanoid stomach had a pot belly.

"Damn, did'ja eat a cow?" Jim said.

The snake was silent, only occasionally flicking his tongue. Jim noticed the new color and jewel shining on its head.

"So you came here yesterday."

"Yep, said he wanted you." Cassidy crossed her arms and looked away. Jim understood what happened immediately.

"Are you serious Cass, him?!"

"I figured-"

"I don' know if you noticed but he's got two of them thangs n' they have spikes. Like a cat's."

"I know!"

"For God sakes, if you want to fuck an animal so bad I got plenty of em back home."

They started yelling. "I don' wanna fuck an animal Jim, I just want an orgy!"

"I want one too but there ain't anybody here."

"We wouldn't need one if you got a bigger dick."

"I wouldn't need one if you weren't such a slut."

"Oh Jim!"

The made out in front of Nagaraja. Unbeknownst to them, he took the time to slide his coils around them as they took of each other's clothes. Cassidy popped the button on Jim's trousers and he took off her shirt. She pulled down his underwear and he stripped her short jeans.

"Jim wish to be King?"

Jim fondled her melons and started nipping her shoulders while she started rubbing the bulge of his underwear.

"I already told you, president."

His trap sprung and they were wrapped and separated with his sinuous body. He tied them by their ankles and bound their wrists.

"What in tarnation!"

Nagaraja admired his muscular body and touched his calloused hands while sticking his tongue in his trousers.

"Woooowee now we're getting to business," Cass said.

Nagaraja caught a giant whiff of his musk by curling his long tongue around his penis. He squeezed and massaged the hardening muscle until he tasted the potential seed, all the while Jim moaned.

"I want some too Naga."

"Shut up," Jim said. Nagaraja released his grip to take a final look at the candidate. Good enough. Nagaraja lowered the bonds around his wrists to his elbows and squeezed. Pleasure turned to pain as the joints in his arms snapped with little effort. Jim screamed curses to high heaven. He gazed teary-eyed at the giant maw that stretched for him. He saw the squishy and cavernous insides of his grave.

"Dear God NOOOO," he cried.

"Naga what are you doin'!!?"

Naga broke his jaw to invite his head on the tip of his maw. Jim squirmed and chocked on the saliva he was swallowing. Naga lifted Jim's body into his tight mouth, breaking his jaw repeatedly to accommodate, the neck, chest, then arms. Once his belly was in he need not hold his legs. Jim kicked and struggled as the sliding and pressure of his cock between himself and the inside of Naga's mouth made him cum. Naga lifted his head and swallowed repeatedly. Flaps of wet muscled bashed Jim's head and saliva burned his eyes while he was massaged deeper. Cass watched and thrashed as Naga gulped his legs and sunk his toes inside. A human-sized bulge traveled down his gullet into his belly, then to the coils. Once in a while the bulge kicked and writhed. It grew smaller as it went. She could hear faint screams as it went around her hands. Tears hit her breasts.

"I'm sorry we came back here. We never should've come here. I'm sorry Jim, so sorry."

The naga lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. "Fear not, a new king shall be born."

"I'll- I'll see him again?"

"Yeeesssssss."

Cass smelled something and looked down. Twin black cocks faced her. They were 12 inches in length, bulging red veins, rocks around the Corvus, and small spines lining the underside. One was longer than the other and they moved to be vertical with each other.

"Please, I'll do anything, just not this please," she sobbed and begged.

"A concubine has no say," he hissed.

Nagaraja used the rest of his coils to make a chair for her to be lowered. The top one pierced her first and with it an ear piercing scream. The giant cock stretched and tore her asshole from the inside. The bottom one racked her from the front and enter her much larger hole. She struggled, moving the cock inside her and making it harder to escape. Naga used his coils to spring into her asshole and vagina, fucking them at the same time. He ceaselessly jammed them deeper inside her, growing larger and straightening the spines. He groped her boobs and poked her titties with his claws. Blood and juices squirted from both holes as she leaned back in her snake chair to direct her pains to the sky.

Her belly grew gigantic as she was stuffed chock full of sperm. It came in waves, pumping her like cattle. Naga sunk his fangs into her neck and injected his venom. Her legs merged, hair shook, and skin turned green as it crusted to form scales. Her screams turned to hisses as her belly could take no more and started to split up from the belly button. Snakes and bodily fluids exploded from her womb just as fast as it was being pumped in. Her hair turned to snakes, and the pain she once had turned to bliss. Atop the sea of snakes that erupted came a green baby. Naga raised themselves up while she held the baby. She can stand on her own serpentine body now.

"Jim."