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Cool air passed over Thoril's fur, making him shudder. The muntjac was strung up, torso harnessed, cords of rope hanging him in the air and keeping his knees spread, his shoulders pulled backward, his back arched. He couldn't see anything through the dark blindfold around his eyes but he could hear the sound of a body shifting.

It sounded like it was moving closer but Thoril could do nothing but wait, gagged and naked, ropes keeping his arms and legs bound, his hands tied back. The deer could hear a sort of heavy whispering in front of him and it took him a moment to realize it was breathing and then he jolted as he felt something coiling around him, the texture smooth and silky yet dry. And warm. It was scales he could feel sliding against his fur as the body he could not see wrapped around his own in the air, and now he could hear, or rather feel, a kind of thudding and the rhythm was a heartbeat, a body close to his.

Thoril's shoulders were squirming, panicked, but he couldn't budge with what little slack he had. He couldn't even say anything through the ring gag in his mouth, only muffled groans that drooled spit down his lips.

The unknown being coiled around him pet his head with a broad hand and it wasn't until now that Thoril realized there was a solid weight around his neck, a collar that jingled when his head bowed down from the weight of the warm palm on top of it, rubbing softly along his stubby antlers.

"What a pretty one you are." There was the sound of a voice. Rough, commanding. Low and smooth.

"I knew you had to be mine as soon as I saw you," his tormentor continued. "The name's Deleo. Figured you might as well know it. I don't need to know yours. Though I think you would make a good pet," the hand on top of his head was removed, replaced by a finger under Thoril's chin to lift it up, giving Deleo a better view of his face, "But you'd make a much better snack."

Thoril renewed his struggle when he heard Deleo's plans for him and the panic must have been apparent on his face as the predator chuckled, letting go of his head, the coils around him rumbling with the low sound of delight as Thoril could only squirm at the thought of being eaten by the predator.

"Maybe I'll let you go if you beg me enough." He could hear the grin in Deleo's voice and Thoril groaned and moaned through the gag in his mouth, possibly begging Deleo to let him go but he was only rewarded with a tightening of the coils around his body and warm breath against his face. "Probably not."

The muntjac felt unbearably hot trapped in the coils and all he could do was shiver, tense, moan, unable to give the barest struggle trapped in both rope and coils. He could only listen Deleo talk to him, treating him like a toy, his large hands now teasing down the deer's trussed-up body, feeling his muscles, hand circling Thoril's ass before giving it a light smack, Deleo pleased with what he felt as he growl-hissed, another light rumble vibrating around the deer's body, coiling closer around him, another shift of scales.

Thoril was sweating by now, feeling strangely dazed when he heard the voice again.

"I'm warm, aren't I? I'm not like most nagas. I've got some dragon in me. But you see, I still can't help but crave sources of warmth. Especially nice warm-blooded prey like you."

The coils tightened around him even more, powerful and firm, and there was a warm puff of breath against Thoril's face and he was shivering once again despite the warm squeezing around his body. The hands were reaching into the coils and feeling him up, teasing him along the ropes before he could feel his body suddenly lighten as gravity reduced its grip on him, Deleo having removed his ropes from the hooks he was hanging from, leaving him trapped inside the naga's coils.

And then there was a tongue licking his face. It was wet, slick, and held a hot warmth that lingered in the spit that clung to his fur. Thoril shook his head but the coils squeezed around him, forcing him still as the tongue licked him again.

"Mmm. You taste good."

It was another tease as the naga continued to wind around him now that the ropes weren't keeping him in place, smooth scales and their ridges slipping against his flesh, carrying the muntjac along with it, the great trunk of his body looping around the muntjac continuously, leaving him wrapped in coils of muscle, not giving him the slightest chance of escaping.

There was a slower drag of the coils around him then a sudden tightening, curling possessively around the deer in a sensual slither.

"And you're all mine."

Another rumbling laugh as the coils squeezed him, making his body shake with the vibrations through him as the blindfolded deer squirmed. Then cool air as the coils loosened before a hand forced his head to tip back, baring his throat, exposing his stomach and below that his length between his legs, erect and drooling pre in need.

"What a good toy, so hard at the thought of being eaten by me. How long have you listened to my voice? Are you nice and obedient now? Will you go nice and willing into my mouth then down my throat like the preyslut you are?"

Thoril shook his head struggling, trying to protest, but the strange arousal that gripped him bobbed his erection in a nod, making Deleo chuckle. There was something strange about the naga's voice, something that hazed his mind but it was all the deer could focus on aside from the sensual slither and contractions of the coils around him.

"Keep listening then, boy. Enjoy yourself. All the better to continue having fun with."

Thoril was licked on the face once again, leaving a warm wet smear, then licked once more below his chin, at his throat, where his pulse was strongest. He could feel the naga's breath billowing over his chest and he heard the naga growl and he imagined it was from hunger, making the muntjac squirm once again pitifully, his hooves uselessly flexing in the rope's tight binds.

The tongue skimmed across his face and chest, teasing his nipples with the forked tip, making Thoril shiver and his cock pulse from the pleasure. It stroked across his bare stomach and then lower, the naga slithering, giving a slight hiss as he licked Thoril's thigh, awfully close to his length before it pulled back, leaving the muntjac whimpering from the denial.

"You taste really good," the naga whispered. " I can't wait to have you in my mouth, squirming on my tongue. And then sliding down my throat."

The muntjac shook his head once more, trying to shake the images from his mind, the blindness making it easier for him to imagine such a scene before his cock was wrapped in a slick muscled grip, the muntjac jerking his head back in pleasure, the naga's tongue finally tasting his cock and curling around the length, gathering his pre along the smooth muscle before it slid back into his mouth, leaving Thoril's sensitive cock wet and twitching from the pleasure, a river of pre leaking out.

"Tastes very good indeed."

The naga opened Thoril's mouth while he was panting for breath and stuck his fingers in. "You've got fangs too, huh?"

Thoril could feel fingers running over his teeth and the curve of his canines. Spit pooled in the back of his throat and he swallowed around the fingers reflexively. The ring gag in his mouth kept it open and drooling and when the fingers finally retreated, spit ran down his chest, feeling cooler as it dried on his fur.

It was only a moment's reprieve before the long tongue thrusted into Thoril's mouth without warning and slid across his fangs provocatively, swirling around his teeth and feeling them up close and personal. Thoril moan was muffled as he couldn't move, the coils around him tightening once more as his mouth was invaded.

It licked and slithered along his teeth and mouth, wrangled with the muntjac's own tongue, curled and pressed along the muntjac's cheeks before it had its fill of exploring the muntjac's mouth, but instead of pulling back it thrusted deeper, going down Thoril's throat. It forced its way inside stifling any protests with its insistent pressure, the thick muscle wedging the deer's throat open and making him choke on it as it pushed deeper inside.

Deleo pulled backward, removing his tongue, and Thoril's throat swallowed quickly, feeling his throat loose and gaping without the hot tongue inside it, before the naga speared it into him again, spreading his throat open, pistoning in and out, muffling his noises. Thoril could barely breathe as his mouth and throat was fucked by the naga's tongue and he could taste their saliva mixing together, dripping down, slick and hot.

When their lips met, the naga's tongue was already stuffed inside him, bulging his throat and forcing the collar around it to jingle from the movements. Deleo kissed him sloppily, drool all over the place as his tongue lurched and moved inside Thoril's throat. Then the naga's fingers dug into his head, a pressure weighing down on him before Thoril realized he was petting him while he was choking.

And then Deleo's lips moved back, bringing his tongue along with it, the muscle moving out of Thoril's throat to be slurped back into Deleo's mouth, the muntjac coughing and gasping for breath.

Thoril was shifted around by Deleo's coils while he was trying to recover. He couldn't see and in his blindness was disoriented, squirming against his rope restraints until he felt the naga's coils supporting him from beneath, revealing he was now lying horizontal on the naga's body, unable to move as his body was fully displayed to the naga.

"Now let's see if you taste as good from the other side." The voice sounded from behind him and the tongue licked between Thoril's buttcheeks, licking around his hole. The tongue teased and dragged around the rim before the thinnest tip entered and it seemed like he could take it, but it quickly grew thicker, pushing deeper and deeper into the muntjac, slicking its way with a combination of their spit as the pleasure forced Thoril to squirm with his insides clenching around the tongue rhythmically.

Deleo was was quick to tug his tongue out all at once, sliding out of him in one smooth stroke, dragging against his insides before pushing it back in again, tongefucking the muntjack's ass as he tasted him fully from everywhere. Thoril could only make muffled pants and moans through the gag in his mouth, his cock pulsing from the pleasure, sliding against the naga's scales beneath him before he came, releasing a strangled cry, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Thoril couldn't help but be dazed out from the pleasure, losing track of time as Deleo continued to taste the insides of his ass, sliding his tongue in until it was finally dragged back out when the naga was satisfied.

Arms lifted Thoril up, pressing him against a wall of scale and flesh, and hugging him tight against it. He heard the wall of flesh grumble. Glrrrrrk. It was the naga's belly. "Sounds inviting, doesn't it? Just listen."

Glrrrrrrrrrk.

"You belong here," Deleo said and Thoril couldn't help but agree. He didn't know why but it just seemed right so he nodded.

"Good prey."

The praise made Thoril happy as the arms held him tighter, letting him listen to the belly grumbling, pressed right up against where he would eventually be.

"I'd love to play with you a bit more but mmm... I can't wait. I need to eat you now. You've already left me salivating from your taste, my snack."

The words almost snapped Thoril out of his haze, leaving him a moment where he was nervous and overwhelmed but eventually he relaxed into the suggestion with a sense of defeat, nodding once more to the naga's voice.

He could hear the shift of scales and the warm wet sound of the naga's mouth opening, the warm breath puffing against his face as the muntjac leaned into it. Then he was enveloped in warmth and wet and tightness, gliding across the tongue and all the drool he was slowly coated by, unable to do much more than to wriggle and squirm in his ropes as the naga swallowed him up.

He remained on the naga's tongue as Deleo fully tasted him, wrapping his tongue around his body, the muntjac's hard length twitching against the muscle as he was played with inside the mouth before the swallowing continued, pushing Thoril deeper in, sliding him into the naga's throat.

The muntjac was panting and sweating from the pressure, tight and powerful muscle surrounding him as he was swallowed down, a bulge in the naga's throat. Thoril wriggled and squirmed, whimpering and panting against the slick slippery walls, his hooves the only thing sticking out of the naga's maw before they too were swallowed, and he slid down while his hazed pleasurable thoughts accompanied him to where he belonged.

And then the muntjac was nothing more than a wiggling lump in a naga's gut, the stomach relentlessly working away on turning the deer into nothing more than pudge.