The Oasis
The Oasis
By: Delta
Synopsis: A lonely merchant left to die in a desolate desert becomes a happy snake-cock for his naga savior.
Contains: Snakes, Hemipenes, M/M, TF, CTF (soft), Snake-Cocks, Dom/Sub
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The bandits had been merciless. When their attack was over, Narren was left dazed, bruised and bleeding near the torched husk of his wagon, his animals, cargo and drinking water long gone. The oppressive heat of the desert sun beat upon his unshielded skin mercilessly, already beginning to burn it a bright red. Searing hot sand burned his toes as he sluggishly, slowly stood up and began to walk aimlessly back to civilization. It was a very, very long walk.
The merchant's sandals sunk deep into the loose, shifting sand as he ambled forward, each step another small fight against the desert. Though he was still dazed from the brutality of the bandit's assault, in the cold recessed of his logical mind Narren knew that he was going to die.
The journey from the Saltwine coast to the snowy, ore-rich peaks of the Bollaster and Macallams mountains was a long and treacherous one, though the great desert. The vast stretch of lifeless sand had so many names upon it that no two men seemed to agree; by common consent it was simply referred to as the desert. Not a soul on the continent would confuse the name with any other; its infamy was legendary. Thousands perished in the desert every year, most dying a slow and horrid death from dehydration after losing their way in the formless, ever-shifting dunes. Natural aquifers were few and unreliable, and fiercely guarded by the nomads and marauders who lived off of them.
These risks had burned in the back of Narren's mind since he had undertaken the journey, but such fears had been allayed by the riches he had acquired. After a mere three years of transporting goods through the desert, he had enough wealth to retire twice over. Now, it appeared he would never get a chance to enjoy his hard-won gains. That thought was almost as painful as the ever-growing thirst in his dry mouth. How much water his wealth could buy, if only there were someone to sell it...
Narren shook his head and trudged onward, a calm delirium settling over him. The odds of another caravan happening upon him were very unlikely; it was the height of the summer heat. Only the bravest and boldest traders tried to cross the desert during the summer... like Narren himself. He knew this, and yet something compelled him to walk onward still. Maybe when someone happened upon his body, they would be impressed how far it was from his destroyed wagon? The desire to leave some sort of legacy, no matter how trivial or pitiable weighed heavily on Narren's feverish mind. Of course, he knew that in all likelihood vultures would eat his bones and the desert sands would cover his clothes, leaving no trace of his life at all. And what would happen to his assets when he never returned home? He had no heirs. He had many business partners but few friends, and none of them were any close. His property and wealth would be taken by the city, mixed in anonymously with tax and tariff revenue...
He was going to leave nothing behind, nothing at all.
Though he could hardly spare the moisture, Narren began to cry. Still, defiantly, he walked on.
As it turned out, the young merchant managed to walk almost three miles though the dunes before collapsing from thirst and exhaustion. It was a truly incredible feat given his condition and the appalling heat of the desert.
"P... p-please... I want to live... I want... t-to... live... I'll give... anything" Narren hoarsely, hopelessly pleaded to whatever god might grant him succor.
The sunburned, dehydrated merchant soon passed out. Though he didn't know it, far off in the distance, something had heard his prayer.
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Narren awoke some time later, his wounds carefully dressed with green bandages made from palm leafs. Though the sun overhead still beat down upon him, most of his skin felt cool and comfortable. It took a little time for the merchant to realize why: he was mostly submerged in cool, calm, crytsal-clear water. Narren rubbed his face and blinked his eyes clear of sand, grit that had been ground into his face where he fell. A few splashes of water cooled his cheeks and brow down, and a few more removed the rest of the irritants from his hair and eyes.
It was impossible. It had to be some fever-dream, some mirage conjured by his mind as it cooked in the desert heat...
Narren squeezed his toes around the wet, hard packed sand that lined the bottom of the oasis and ran his fingers through the cool water, laughing softly to himself as he made small waves in the pool. From above him, a bird sung in the branches of a palm tree, the palms rustling in the warm breeze. It *felt* so real! No illusion could be so sophisticated, no dream so complete!
The young merchant was disoriented beyond words, his grim fatalism quickly melting into overjoyed laughter as he looked around him. The cool pool of water he was soaking in lay inside a rocky crevasse, surrounded by green, lush vegetation. The sandy desert just outside could hardly be seen though the thick brown rock shielding the oasis, the only means of egress a winding, narrow passage between the rocks. Narren sobbed and laughed at the same time as he dunked his head into the water, drinking deep from the pure, sweet water.
"Ah... awake?" a raspy voice slowly called from behind him, interrupting his splashing.
Narren turned, his heart bursting with love for his presumed savior. What he saw made his blood run cold.
It was not a man and it was not a serpent, but both lineages were prominently featured. Its torso was mostly humanoid- albeit coated in hard, thick scales- but the upper body sat atop a long, thick, snaky tail that wrapped around a jutting hunk of rock. The sandy coloration that ran along its body was broken up periodically by brown and light-yellow patches along its back, and a white, creamy band than ran down its belly. Its clasped hands were tipped with short, black claws, and two small, horny protrusions sat atop its slit-pupil eyes. The scales on its muzzle had been tattooed with red, blue and black ink, forming a mask of arcane sigils. It wore no clothing, save for a silver bangle in the shape of a star on its left arm.
"It'ssss good to see you're feeling better. A bloodied human walking though the desert, bereft of both drinking water and proper clothing..." the snake chuckled, shaking its head disapprovingly. "I didn't think you'd ssssurvive being carried, let alone awaken so sssssoon."
It smiled at him and flicked out a forked tongue, the long appendage dancing in the air playfully before withdrawing into the viper's muzzle. Then, it began to gently ease itself into the oasis, tailtip first. It took a long time; the creature was at least twenty feet long, if not more.
Narren's mouth was agape in shock, his whole body suddenly feeling a deathly chill wash through it as the snake casually joined him in the water. But oddly enough, the sense of imminent danger passed as quickly as it came. Having already faced death once today, the poor merchant simply wasn't ready to confront it again so soon. Whatever the viper wanted from him- even if it was his life- couldn't be much worse than the fate he had been saved from.
"What on earth were you doing out there? Your skin is not suited for such heat, human..." the serpent said with another chuckle, more of its impressive length slipping into the water and coiling on the sandy bottom.
"I was.. attacked by bandits... left for dead." Narren said plainly, after gathering his composure and easing himself away from the scaly tail entering the oasis.
"Mmmm.. that makes ssssense. I could tell that someone had been rather.. rough with you recently," the viper-naga said, quickly and smoothly leaning forward.
Two clawed fingers gingerly pinched Narren's skin around his bruised, bandaged abdomen, and then gently began to rub it. The poor merchant was too surprised by the slithering alacrity of the snake's movement to ward off his touch.. and then realized that the rubbing felt good. The serpent's leathery, scaled hands moved up his belly to his chest, and then up farther to his shoulders, still gently squeezing his loose skin and sore muscles. It suddenly occurred to Narren that save for a few leafy bandages across his chest and arms he was completely naked.
"What is your name, human?" the viper asked, moving one of its hands toward Narrin's soft cheek, touching it affectionately.
"N.. Narren. Narren Wearthfal. I--I'm a trader. Merchant." Narren replied, smiling uncertainly at the affectionate snake.
"Well 'Narren', my name is Cerastax and I ssssaved your life," the viper said matter-of-factly, still slowly sliding its sandy, rough-scaled body closer to the merchant. "Do you know what that meanssss?"
"N-no," Narren replied. The viper smiled at him, and Narren felt a scaly tail slide behind his feet, pulling them together.
"It means that you... are... mine..." the naga said, punctuating its words by gently coiling its tail around Narren's feet and legs, gently but firmly pressing them together. "I heard your prayer carried on the desert sirocco, and I granted your wish. Now you owe me a great debt. Is this not true?"
Narren felt the snake's hands hold his wrists and push them against his sides, but did not resist them. Facing utter and certain death had frightened him to the very core, shown the merchant the value of his own life. Anything that his savior demanded would be fair payment.
"Yes.. you speak truthfully, serpent. I.. pledge my life to you," Narren replied, after carefully considering his words.
"Good, good.. it's rare to see someone so keen to keep their promises these days," the snake said, sliding another thick length of his coily body around Narren's bare thighs.
A third loop of serpent followed soon after that, squeezing the young man's rump and soft penis against his body. Narren felt his loins tingle as the leathery snakeskin rubbed across his ass and crotch, the viper's embrace tight but not uncomfortably so. He and Cerastax were now face-to-muzzle, his entire body completely under the powerful naga's control.
"It's very lonely out here in the desert, as you might imagine," Cerastax continued, gently rubbing his rough thumbs along Narren's nipples. "You're going to be my little pet, human. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," Narren said, blushing and shivering. "I.. I owe you my life."
The touch of the reptile's dexterous, leather-padded fingers on his sensitive body was too much for the merchant; he began to squirm inside the snake's coils, his skin feeling hot again even inside the cool, clear water. The merchant had never known the touch of another, let alone that of a strong, serpentine male. It was so easy to just let his limbs go limp, let the viper's hands roam his lean, tan skin...
"How old are you?" Cerastax asked, pausing to lick Narren's face. The forked tongue tickled his nose and lips as the twin tines gently licked water off his wet skin. "You tassste like a mere boy."
"T-twenty.. six.." Narren gasped, his whole body quivering as the snake's grip tightened around him.
The viper gave a deep belly laugh that made Narren's own body shake. "And you're still a virgin!? My, what *have* you been doing with yourssssself? Isssn't wealth sssupposssed to buy pleassuressss of the flesh? Are you too poor to afford a mate.. or a harlot?"
"N-no.. I'm wealthy.. I just n-never had time.. b-business was.. mmmhh.." Narren replied, his stuttering voice slipping into a moan as the snake's lengthy crimson tongue ran along his chin and neck.
Sharp fangs pressed against his throat, but instead of biting the serpent sucked his flesh and kissed it with his powerful maw. Narren's toes clenched and unclenched in the wet sand as the scaly embrace around him got tighter and then relaxed rhythmically, making the water around them choppy. He felt a final loop of snakeskin start to coil around his arms and then tighten around them, pinning them to his sides from the shoulder down. Only his feet and and head were left uncovered by the naga's body, their embrace complete. Narren felt primordial instincts in his mind scream at him to fight back, but with great effort he managed to ignore-d- them.
"What are you g-going to do to me?" Narren asked, staring into the naga's deep, mesmerizing, black eyes.
The naga smiled and gently pressed a scaly finger to his lips. "Shhh.. don't worry yourself about anything. You are going to get all the sssatisfaction, all the companionship, all the pleassssure you could ever want now... and that's all that matters."
Cerastax began to grind his bulky lower tail against Narren's rump, and the merchant felt something hard leave a streak of slime on one of his firm cheeks. A few seconds later it happened again, leaving a slick trail of fluid in the cleft of his virgin ass...
"Just relax.. let it happen... let me take care of you.." the naga hissed, resting his scaly muzzle on Narren's shoulder.
"B... but.." Narren mumbled in half-hearted protest to his strange serpentine savior, feeling his long dormant sex drive start to fill his body with pleasant warmth.
Cerastax moved up a bit and gave Narren's right ear a long lick as his coils shifted some more, pushing the two of them closer to the sandy edge of the pool. When the naga's coils next squeezed around him, Narren felt the viper's hard phallus gently slide against his virgin bottom.
The beast's long, slimy, reptilian tongue overpowered the human's mouth with its sinewy strength and masculine flavor, effortlessly sliding between Narren's lips and withdrawing. Before the heat and taste could fade, it would return coated with fresh saliva. With his face pressed so close to Cerasax's muzzle, he could see the tattoos on the serpent's face shift and glow, forming bizarre patterns. Underwater, the poking on Narren's snake-wrapped bottom slowly grew firmer and more insistent, no longer teasing his rump but seeking entrance...
Narren shivered and whimpered, the water around them becoming rough as the head of the naga's cock began to force his tight pucker open. While the naga's tail held him in an unbreakable embrace, the creature's humanoid half was far more gentle. Cerastax's short claws gently ran through Narren's wet hair as he planted possessive licks on the face of his new toy. The human's arms were pressed so tightly against his chest they felt like they were falling asleep, but the tingling numbness in them was nothing compared to the building pressure against the sensitive entrance to his ass. Still, the muscular ring held firm against the viper's amorous advances.
"Ghn.. yessss... you tight little virgin.. you're going to.. make me work.. for my pleassssure..." Cerastax grunted, shifting his coils so that one of his hemipenes and Narren's tight bottom were perfectly aligned before resuming his pushing.
"Oh gods.." was the only thing the trembling human could manage to say, his voice a low and hoarse whisper.
Suddenly, Narren felt the snaky coils surrounding him squeeze tight as the head of the serpent's large phallus forced its way into his anal passage. He gave a soft cry as his whole body tensed, his unprepared ass trying to force the thick invader from his body. The burning, tight heat was every bit as painful for him as it was pleasurable for the viper taking his virginity. Cerastax hissed and moaned as he began to sink more of his cock into Narren's tight hole, even as the human in his coils began to shake and cry.
"Oh n-no... no! N-no! Oh gods, it's too.. big.. stop.. take it out!" Narren pleaded, finally ceasing to submit.
"Shhh.. you need to relax.. you're too tensssse, that is why it hurtsss," The naga said, his raspy voice sympathetic but reproachful. "Calm yoursssself.. surrender to my maleness.."
Narren's head shook back and forth as he squirmed helplessly in the naga's coils, feeling inch after fat inch of snake-cock bury itself into his ass. His virgin passage felt impossibly stretched, the slick muscles there forced to yield to the viper's superior strength. Narren felt warm precum began to ooze into his tense passage as he desperately tried to relax himself, the uncomfortable fullness is his ass growing greater and greater by the second. He shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, until the pressure on his insides gently began to lessen. The viper's crotch ground up against his spread asscheeks, and realized that the creature's entire cock was sheathed inside his ass.
"Narren.. Narren..." Cerastax whispered calmly to the sweaty, struggling merchant in his coils, holding his chin with three clawed fingers. "Open your eyes.. look at your masssster when he mates with you."
Blinking strained tears from his eyes, Narren complied. The pain in his rump was slowly disappearing, replaced by a strange hot, urgent, tickling feeling. He shook his head and squeezed his toes anxiously, unable to do anything but let the mighty naga have its way with his body.
"Ssssquirm all you want.. you're not going anywhere. In fact.. I enjoy it..." the naga said with a rough laugh, cutting off Narren's moaning with a kiss.
"P-please... be gentle.." Narren pleaded.
Cerastax smiled, and then calmly yet cruelly replied, "No."
Narren whimpered as he felt the viper-naga slowly withdraw his member before re-hilting it in a painfully quick thrust. Cerastax looked Narren straight in the eyes as he took his virginity, mystical tattoos dancing across his snout and its short horns. Only his forked tongue betrayed any sign of excitement, twitching and flicking in the air as it eagerly drank in the diluted taste of sex from the water.
Suddenly, Narren felt the naga's cock brush-ed- against something deep inside his body, something that sent shivers up his spine and down into his sandy toes.
"Mmmm.. do you feel that, pet?" Cerastax laughed, rubbing his maleness back and forth across the sensitive spot.
"Ghn.. hhnn.. oh.. g-gods..." Narren moaned, squirming harder and harder inside the naga's tight coils. He fought for purchase against the snake's bulky, muscled tail in vain, the painful tightness in his rear slowly morphing into overwhelming, fiery pleasure. The no-longer virgin merchant wanted to touch his aching, trapped maleness so badly..
"I shall interpret that as a 'yessss', but do try to be more attentive in the future." The serpent chuckled, mildly rebuking him. "Keep squirming... keep fighting, pet.. it makes your asss feel sssso nice."
Narren couldn't have refused that order even if he wanted to. The sensation of being filled with a huge, throbbing, slick viper-cock had reduced the poor virgin to a quivering lump of flesh in Cerastex's coils. Every time the massive invader forced its way into his body or slowly retreated from it, it made the pleasurable, hot tickle in his ass build even further. The human's painfully-erect penis felt hotter and hotter under the water, as the trapped maleness slid between Narren's stomach and the naga's coils, desperate for attention.
When Cerastax next adjusted his hold, the human's own maleness slipped between two of the tail-loops wrapped around him, roughly but pleasurably rubbing between the snake's coils as it constricted and loosed rhythmically around him. The feel of rough-scaled, muscular snake-tail sliding back and forth over his needy member was the last bit of stimulation Narren needed. His tightly bound body convulsed over and over again as he came into the water. Narren had never dreamed that sexual pleasure could be so intense, as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his throbbing maleness. He had never once come close to such an orgasmic peak when he was alone in his bedroom or tent, with only his right hand and mind to slake his lusts. He felt his internal walls collapse rhythmically around the reptile-cock in his ass, each convulsion forcing it harder and deeper into his body, driving his own release to even-greater heights.
Cerastax hissed sharply as he felt his pet cum, the naga's member only able to take the crushing, hot, wet convulsions around his hemipenis for a few seconds before cumming himself. Narren felt the voluminous viper's whole body squeeze down around him, completely immobilizing him. A split-second later, a huge spurt of sticky liquid shot up into his rump from his master's throbbing hemipenis, followed quickly by three even larger blasts of seed. Narren gave an involuntary, moaning sigh as the viper continued to pack his tight ass with thick cum, the sheer size of the cock filling him keeping most of it from spilling into the water. Soon, his whole rump was swollen and heavy with snake-seed, and yet the naga's coils still held him tight. With considerable alarm, Narren realized that the flow of seed into his body hadn't stopped. It wasn't even tapering off; it was still rising!
Cerastax gave a very deep, contented sigh and forced Narren into a kiss, still thrusting in and out of his pet's tight, cummy passage. All Narren could do was try to mindlessly, awkwardly return the serpent's powerful kiss, his body utterly subsumed by his master's strength. He could feel every powerful, quivering spasm the cock inside his anal passage made as it continued to spurt a seemingly endless torrent of seed into him. The tingling heat of fresh cum was slowly rising from his ass to his guts, and then up even further. He felt the first small trickle of cum flow into his stomach, and felt his belly tingle with bizarre warmth as the sticky treat was forced into it all the way from his rear end.
How long they coupled together like that, Narren couldn't tell. Every second felt like an eternity of ecstasy to the erstwhile merchant, his whole body becoming a source of sexual pleasure. Cerastax alternative strong, possessive licks on his face with deep kisses that left the poor human breathless, left the lingering, musky taste of reptile in his mouth. The naga's coils tightened around him again and again, the whole length of the snake's tail wrapped around Narren's body as the beast's heavy cock continued to pump cum into his body. His belly filled with sweet, burning heat as seed continued to squirt into it, making it swell out against the naga's coils. Once or twice, the powerful snake-tail squeezed pleasurably against his smooth, protruding, liquid-filled stomach, and Narren felt a spurt of snake-cum flow up his throat. He gurgled and moaned as gouts of essence forced their way into his mouth, messily dribbling down his lips and chin.
"Oohhhh... yessss... ssssuch a good little pet you are..." the naga hissed, easing its thrusts. The tattoos on his forehead began to gently pulse and hum and then suddenly crackled to life, spreading out along his whole body before flashing onto Narren's tan skin. "I think I'm going to keep you..."
Narren felt his skin tingle and his bones throb, humming magical power washing over his body. A thin layer of the oasis water rose into the air in utter defiance of gravity as the magical force built up inside him, and then splashed back down around them as it calmed. But Narren didn't feel the magic departing from him. The human knew, deep inside his cum-stuffed gut, that something was very wrong with his body. He felt like he was... sinking..?
Shocked, Narren tried to ask his scaled dominator a question, but found that his mouth was simply too full of salty, gooey, rich cum to speak. He felt the cock hilting him slip deeper, his tender ass-cheeks opening up for it like they were rubber... and then they felt sticky. He felt his rump slowly sink down into the naga's scaly crotch, until his scrotum and testicles began to slip into the beast's hungry slit. There was a pleasurable spasm from both of his balls as they were engulfed by the naga's warm internal walls, and then he felt them hit and stick against something inside the snake's body...
Narren gave a low moan and shuddered with tingling pleasure as his testicles joined with Cerastax's, feeling their combined orbs swell bigger and churn with fresh cum. The former merchant could feel his toetips go numb and his legs begin to tingle as they pulled into his body, the muscle and bone dissolving with pleasurable contractions into more mass for his growing testicles and more seed to fill them with. Then, Narren's throbbing cock pulled upward and began to sink into his cum-filled belly. He desperately wanted to clutch his churning midsection as agonizing, hot pleasure surged into it, the erotic feelings that his penis usually gave him suddenly coming from his whole midsection. The changing human gasped out when he felt his lungs stop working for a brief, painful second, but then oxygenated blood began to circulate into his body from his master's slit. The need to breathe left him, replaced by a different need. Something that make his lips part as salty, musky drool began to fill his mouth...
"Ohhh... mmm... w-what... ish happening toh... meh..?" Narren finally moaned with confused horror, as more lubricant and cum dribbled out of his mouth. The waters around them were becoming cloudy and musky with spilt fluids.
"Why, exactly what I promissssed you, little human..." the naga cooed, kissing Narren's lips and licking a big strand of snake-seed from them. "You are going to be my little pet. My pet cock, to be precise..."
The naga leaned down and licked Narren's sensitive, puffy lips again, and Narren felt more musky, lubricating preseed salivate from his mouth. The human squirmed with pleasure in the naga's tight embrace as he felt the cock in his depths start to throb and grow deeper into his body, feeling it begin to meld into him...
"...yes, you can feel it, can't you? Deep inside that tight little asssss of yours, can you feel your body joining mine?" the naga said, rumbling with lust-tinged laughter. "I'm going to take *ssssuch* good care of you."
"O-oh..." Narren said plainly, a lust-drunk smile forming on his face. His cares and fears and hopes and worries were quickly dissolving, replaced by desires more suited to a snaky cock. He wanted to be licked and hugged, he wanted to hear his master's moans and compliments, feel his lips get slick and wet with precum, feel his head throb and stiffen and make fountains of gooey white cum...
Narren's arms felt weaker and weaker as they pressed against his sides, Cerastax's tight embrace squeezing down on them with increasing force. Slowly, they too sunk into his body, making Narren shiver with pleasure as their mass spread evenly across his limbless form. His thicker skin felt wet and loose, and then it began to tighten against his shifting bones. As it compacted down against his new musculature, the skin hardened and then broke into teardrop shaped proto-scales. Though he could only see the top of his chest before the naga's coils covered him, Narren saw that the developing patterns on the shiny, sandy scutes was the same as his master's. Though his legs were now gone, the snaky shaft that made up his new form was roughly as large as his old upper body. His shape was lithe and dexterous like any other snake, despite his phallic nature. The former merchant's changing, tightening body throbbed as his old belly stretched out into a fleshy tube that connected to his swollen throat. Another shiver of change radiated up into his head from his transformed, tubular body, and his face slowly began to press out into a muzzle...
But despite the dramatic changes that overtook him, despite the fact that his human anatomy and autonomy were fast disappearing, the soon-to-be snake-cock felt nothing but giddy, wondrous pleasure. Narren's tongue hung heavy from his distended mouth as it split and forked, panting with sexual bliss that made his whole body throb. He'd never known such pleasure in his entire life, never even knew it possible. Having denied intimacy for commerce, experiencing the ultimate intimacy of being another's cock was beyond words.
"Mmm... yessss... you like it, don't you?" the naga panted, kissing Narren's scaly lips. The kiss radiated out from his mouth all across his head with a throb of pleasure, and then tingled slowly down his stiff, still-developing coils.
"Y-yes! Oh godsss, yes!" the transforming human eagerly replied, his forked tongue splashing precum-spittle onto both of their faces.
"Good, good... I'm happy you're enjoying yourssssself as much as I am," The naga said, rubbing and scratching Narren's scaly nose as it flattened down into a snout. Cerastax's gentle claws made Narren shiver, his whole face now an ultra-sensitive erogenous zone. "Would you like to cum, pet?"
"Yes! M- make me cum, masssster..." Narren hissed back, lidless eyes squinting with orgasmic pleasure. His whole snaky body throbbed with need, overstuffed testicles boiling with cum made during his transformation and fusion.
Narren felt Cerastax start to stroke the sides of his head with two sets of rough, scaly palms, while at the same time the naga's horned head leaned forward and began to suck hard on the tip of his muzzle. The snake-cock's newly formed scales tingled with searing pleasure, only slightly cooled by the water around them. Narren squirmed and rubbed his snakeskin against his master's coils, trying to stimulate every inch of his long, limbless body. As the sucking and stroking on his muzzle-tip continued, the phallic serpent hissed into his master's maw and felt his whole body throb and quiver, the building climax turning his mind into a soup of sexual pleasure...
Cerastax and Narren came as one, the master's body clenching down tight around his pet penis as the living, snaky hemipenis spurted massive gouts of fresh, hot, reptilian cum from his muzzle. Cerastax held the cock up to his muzzle and bathed in his own spurting juices, before staunching the flow with a few hungry sucks. Then, he raised the still-cumming snake-cock straight up and made Narren rain down gooey essence on them in a sticky shower of male essence. Narren was completely helpless, lost in the throes of ecstasy as he shook and came over and over again, his entire body overwhelmed by orgasmic pleasure.
It took a long time for the shared climax to subside. Narren slowly shuddered and slipped into his master's arms, the waters around them stained pale with seed. As Cerastax licked cum from his muzzle, Narren felt sleepy, limp and exhausted... but strangely complete. His whole body tingled with the sinfully pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm and his tongue burned with the sweet, rich taste of virile-viper cum. He slowly began to sink down into the slit from which he now grew, able to see how his scaly tailbase merged into one of the two the thick, red bases of the naga's hemipenes. One of them was still normal and reptilian, and the other was Narren himself.
It did not take long for the former human turned snake-cock to drift off into deep, dreamless sleep inside the musky, slick, warm slit, part of his body curled around the naga's other squishy hemipenis. Smiling and licking his muzzle, he realized that he had never been so happy in his life.
"Ssssleep well, pet. Master loves you..." was the last thing Narren heard, the sound dampened by the warm body engulfing him.