Swallowed
When a new Elf colony arrived on the island, they had no idea who else called it home.
The jungles weren't safe. That's what Silverbow had been told a thousand times, and for the thousandth time he chose to ignore the warnings. He'd reached high up onto one of the many craggy peaks that looked out over the lush tropical landscape , a new home for him and his people and he could see their small camp on the ocean's edge where their boat had brought them. It was uncommon for Wood Elves to sail, rarer still for them to be any good at it but the forests of home were growing crowded and some young and enterprising warriors had decided it would be better to set sail and find a new place to settle. The Crescent Isles were a fitting choice, the ocean waters were warm and calm and filled with fish. The Sea Elves that lived beneath the waves were eager to trade and even had told them of a perfect place to set up their small colony. Ample water and fruit trees abounded and the settlement took hold quickly.
Trouble started several months in, and Silverbow and the other young warriors had been given a job of scouting the large island. It started small, at first. A child or one of the infirm would wander into the forest, never to return. One or two a month, not dangerous for a quickly growing colony and with one of the ships they'd come in sent off to bring the rest of their people, the losses were deemed acceptable as they learned how to live and adapt to their island home. They were, after all, a pragmatic people. When some of the warriors stopped returning from paroles, the scouting took on a much more serious tone. These weren't people wandering off and falling into unseen sinkholes or simply getting lost and dying of exposure. Something was out there, in the jungles, taking young warriors as they moved about their patrol routes. Something that knew where they'd be, and how to get them without another patrol disturbing them. Had the Sea Elves known of the danger?
None of that really bothered Silverbow. He was the best warrior the colony had, even before some of the others disappeared, armed with his namesake bow and spear, he'd hunted all sorts of dangerous beasts in the wilds back home. Nothing here could be near as dangerous as centaur or owlbears. What little did he know however, for even as Silverbow stalked the forest, he was being stalked.
Emerald Scale had been living on the island as long as he could remember, other naga like himself as well though they were gone now. They'd subsisted on shipwrecks and Sea Elves until the latter decided that the predators needed to be put in check. Their armies rose from the sea, and those naga they didn't kill, they took away back beneath the waves. For what, Emerald Scale didn't know. He'd been a hatchling, small enough to evade notice. He'd become the lone predator on the island and while the shipwrecks had grown less frequent, there were plenty of other game to be found. A Sea Elf would sometimes wash up on shore, a treat for the hungry naga, and it was these rare occasions he lived for. If there had been other naga like him, maybe they could have explained magic to him, or his own body but as it stood...Emerald Scale only knew that when he ate warm blooded peoples, like the sailors or Elves, a part of them remained with him. Their memories a hazy murk in his mind, their strength and magical power settling deep into the vast pit of his stomach, making him stronger, making his powers stronger. When these new Elves arrived he'd been greedy. A near starving man was going to eat until sick when food was presented and Emerald Scale had metaphorically done just that, these patrols growing more and more dangerous.
Oh, he was strong enough for one Elf. Maybe two, but as the patrols increased, and the memories of those he ate showing that even more Elves would be showing up, he was uncertain how he was going to keep feeding. It was in this anxious state he'd spotted Silverbow, alone. Oh, he'd trailed the fit young Elf for a good long while, peering out from the underbrush, his bright emerald scales making it easy for him to blend in. There was no one else in sight, he was just waiting for his time to strike, the long spear and flashy bow giving him enough concern to wait for the perfect moment.
He wouldn't have to wait much longer as the Elf settled on the banks of a large lagoon, stripped and went for a dip. Even though the waters were clear, Emerald Scale knew the Elf was no match for him in the water and the elf was distracted, washing himself and playing in the water. The large Naga crept through the trees, using long slow movements of his coils to dip just down enough to steal away those pesky weapons and hiding them amongst the boughs.He was certain he'd get the slip on this tasty morsel but who wanted to take chances? With the threats disposed of, he wound his way down the trees on the far end of the lagoon and with a whisper of sound, slipped into the warm waters.
Silverbow was none the wiser, caught up in his own routine. The patrols had been fruitless, and boring, and most of all frustrating. Whatever was inside this jungle, taking settlers, seemed to have melted into the trees themselves, the elf unaware that the very threat he was annoyed at was only lurking closer and closer as he washed. The only good that came of these patrols was the chance to get out of the settlement. With so many new people coming, the place was busy and loud with construction and with the unknown lurking out in the forests, anxiety bubbled under the surface of every interaction. No one wanted to go out and explore anymore without a patrol and they had precious few people who could actually do said patrols considering the few who never returned.
It was nice to wash up though, he decided, using a simple rag to wash over his lean body. He was an Elf after all, hardly bulky or burly like the Dwarves of the mountains that once bordered his home, or even strong and muscular like the Humans who would sometimes stop through to trade. He was fit, graceful, like a woodland creature, and his tanned flesh glistened with the spring water in the jungle sun that crept through the high fronds of the trees. Something distracted him from his distraction however. It wasn't immediate, but between washing down his legs and wringing out the rag, his long ear caught something. Or rather, the absence of something. The jungle was like the forests back home. Loud with the sound of bird and beast, noisy with the sounds of insects. It was a constant din of life but for a while now the jungle had been silent, still. Normally that meant danger. He cast his eyes about, feet moving through the water as quiet as he could toward his weapons though he'd never reach them.
In a moment, the jungle grew loud once again as the water about him exploded. Birds flew from the trees with loud calls and as he went to shout he felt something drag him underwater. Thick emerald coils wrapped about his body, his flailing arms brought in close as whatever had grabbed him held him in the deep clear water and squeezed. He felt the breath pulled from him,
saw it escape in large bubbles and before long the edges of his vision started to grow dark as the coils just kept crushing the breath out of him.
And then he was brought up, spluttering and gasping as those very same coils relaxed, giving him just enough breath before the process was repeated. Water closed in around him and those mighty coils crushed any fight he might have mustered right out of him, the process continuing for some minutes until he was simply putty in his oppressors mighty hold, the fight leeched out of him, the only desire left was to get a few moments of precious air before the torment continued. Silverbow even braced himself when he was finally brought back out of the water, certain that he was going to be plunged into the water once more but after more than a few lungfuls of air he remained above the water, staring down at his miserable expression, his dark hair a mess, matted to him, the mess of emerald scaled coils glinting in the sunlight. He felt himself rolled about then, finally coming face to face with his oppressor. His air deprived brain took a few moments to process what he was seeing.
Emerald Scale, the Naga, was huge. Even without the coils he was wrapped in the Naga stood several head and shoulders above any Elf in the village. His chest was broad and muscular, two nipples pierced with bone adornments and his arms were just as thick. The beast's head flared with a wide hood, a pair of gold eyes set deep, long forked tongue flicking out just close enough to feel the air. The monster was tasting him. Silverbow tried to form words but nothing came except a soft wheeze which elicited a chuckle from the hulking creature.
"There's no point in talking, morsel. You'll listen and then...we will conclude." The Naga rumbled, the coils continuing to move Silverbow about until they were face to face. "You are a lucky little elf, your washing grew a hunger in me for more than just flesh. Your people have made it so hard to get a good meal...but the more of your people I have devoured I find myself with stranger hungers. Other appetites of which I have not indulged." The Naga's coils shifted again and Silverbow found himself face to face with the Naga's meaning. Not one, but two of the largest dicks he'd ever seen. They were as thick around as his arm, easily a foot in length and they were hot. He could feel their warmth radiating off them just from the foot or so he was away from them, could smell a musky, manly aroma that tickled something primal in him and he could feel his own cock swell just at the sight. Elves were not ones to trouble themselves over attraction just on gender, he'd slept with plenty of his fellow scouts in the past but the two poles of meat before him were something else. More study revealed that the heads of each were lined with small barbs, the head leaking a thick pre that caused both cocks to glisten and drip, the aroma even stronger for it.
"As you can see, morsel, there are two of these things that need attending and only one of you. I will first have my fill of you and then you will do something for me. If you do, I will spare you. Bring me two of your fellow villagers to sate both my hungers and you will get to escape for free." Emerald Scale hissed, two strong hands reaching down to grab the elf by his head. Silverbow tried to form more words but as he opened his mouth the choice to take such an offer was silenced as one of those massive cocks surged forward, filling his maw.
The barbs, he was stunned to find, were actually quite soft, rubbing against his tongue as the Naga's hands held his head steady and more and more of the cock plunged past his lips. The spines were especially good at scrapping all that pre-cum along his tongue and around his mouth, the heady smell was nothing compared to the taste and as the fleshy pole slowly slid out of his lips a deep pang of disappointment was felt at his core.
He wanted to be revolted but as he felt the Naga's cock slide back past his lips, Silverbow heard a moan rip out around the dick that pushed deeper than before, tickling the back of his throat. He heard the Naga chuckle again, the fingers gripping his face almost petting at him. "That's it morsel. You don't have to do anything at all. Suck my cock, worship it with your tongue." Emerald Scale hissed, thrusting into the prone Elf again, feeling the base of his cock meet Silverbow's lips, bulge out his throat, could feel the lithe scout's moans reverberating around his flesh. The Naga wasn't quite sure where the desire to facefuck this elf had come from, somewhere deep in the memories of one of the other scouts he'd eaten weeks ago for sure. A part of him felt like this was just something he did with Silverbow, flashes of memory in his mind of himself straddling over the elf, fucking him, using his body to get out all the anxiety of the hunt. Emerald Scale didn't care where it came from however as he continued to plunge his cock into the Elf, feeling drool drip of his shaft each time he pulled away, feeling the Elf's tongue grow more greedy as it coiled around his cock, almost seeming to try and coax it deeper. He didn't even need to roll his hips, his coils moving Silverbow along his cock easily.
The elf had gone fully limp, not that he had much strength to do otherwise. The more of that musky pre filled his mouth, the more Silverbow sucked, slurped and eagerly accepted each thrust that rammed against his lips. His throat was raw as the cock forced its way down, dragged against him with each draw out, his lungs burned like he was back under water but all the while his tongue desperately slid and coiled as best it could around the thick meat. His heart began to race as he felt the Naga's shaft start to twitch, giving his all as he heard the monster let out a powerful grunt before a torrent of cum spilled into his mouth, around the invading member, and down his throat. It burned his already abused throat but he gulped down like a man dying of thirst in the desert, felt his own cock ache as the spunk leaked out past his lips. So obsessed was he in simply trying to drown in the hot seed he hadn't noticed the second of the Naga's cocks had also exploded in a shower of cum, coating what little of his flesh was exposed and the coils that held him tight. He barely even noticed as the Naga's cock drug out from his mouth, the monster moving him in this spunk covered coils until they were face to face.
"Now..." the Naga purred, those powerful hands holding Silverbow's face steady. "To make sure you bring me a nice meal. Look into my eyes, morsel."
Silverbow wouldn't have fought even if he could. His own burning need clouded his mind and as he gazed deep into the Naga's large golden eyes he could feel the last shred of resistance stripped away, drawn deep into the Naga's embrace as his body trembled in climax, a powerful orgasm ripping through his body, building into a cascade as he gave in, became the Naga's and then the golden gaze washed over him, plunging him into a hazy darkness.
Silverbow had lost a chunk of time when he'd wandered into the encampment that the colony was quickly becoming. His body ached, his throat hurt but otherwise he seemed mostly unharmed. He couldn't quite remember what had happened, awakening in a large cave that seemed to descend into the earth itself. He did remember that weapons and clothing of the Elven camp were littered around the cave. Somehow, he felt, he'd stumbled upon the lair of whatever was taking out their patrols. Part of him had wanted to continue but something tickled in the back of his mind. Whatever was in the caves was strong enough to take out a few Elves at once. So he'd trudged back to camp, the cave distressingly close all things considered, for backup.
He'd gone to Firespear first, a mage and one of the few non-Wood Elves of the colony. A pretty, slender High Elf, the blond mage was even more slender and feminine that Silverbow himself, always buried in a book or helping study plants and other beneficial parts of the flora and fauna of the island. Silverbow trusted him to keep this on the downlow, not wanting to send the camp into a tizzy until they had some kind of confirmation that the cave was in fact the primary residence of the threat. The second person he'd pulled was Falconheart, another of the warriors of the colony, a bit more buff and taller than the rest. Some thought he had Human in his lineage. While Silverbow was the best in direct combat and archery, Falconheart was the best tracker, the best person to search for hidden routes and trails. He'd mapped a large part of the island before he'd been forced to remain in the colony. He was too valuable to risk, but the long months had made him anxious. He was eager to get out.
So with these two...and Silverbow couldn't really remember why he thought two was all they needed...he'd led them to the cave entrance. There'd been some deliberation on how they'd proceed but they eventually shook out that Falconheart would take the lead and Silverbow himself would take point, making sure Firespear was safe should anything come at them. He left his bow on the outside of the cave, not really a useful weapon in caves but he was armed with his spear and that was familiar enough for everyone to feel safe.
Flaconheart was, in a word, apprehensive. When Silverbow had come in, quiet after two days being missing in the jungles he'd started to worry. When he'd heard the tale of the cave, the boredom in his almost went away in an instant. He was a scout, it was what he lived for. He hated the congestion even of their small little town so finally getting an excuse to go out and put a stop to whatever was hunting his people down was an immediate approval from him. That Firespear was on board only sealed the deal. While the smaller High Elf wasn't the best mage in the colony, the pair had spent many a night entwined in each others arms, and just his presence did a great deal for his peace of mind. The warm glow of the mage's light spell, several large orbs of yellow white light bobbing along alongside them, was like being awash in one of his favorite partner's embraces. It was almost distracting as they wound through tight tunnels and craggy expanses until finally...the cave opened up into something almost approaching a room. Something, or someone, had taken the time to chisel out bricks on the floor and carve support
beams to hold up the roof. The air was damp, a large river cutting the large room in two and evidence of other Elves could be seen though no Elves themselves were present. Pants, bows and arrows, some jewlery and camping supplies were strewn about what Falconheart could only call a lair.
This was the place alright.
But there was no sign of the threat just on a quick glance and Falconheart was about to turn to his companions to ask them to hold back when something sharp jabbed into his back. The next moments were a blur as he heard a cry from Firespear though it was cut short, Falconheart managing to crane his neck to see what had grabbed their party's mage. A massive Naga loomed out of the river that ran through the cave...he'd not thought to check it and he knew in the pit of his stomach that it was their undoing. A stupid mistake. The Naga had coiled its massive body around Firespear, the mage's arms pinned to his side so he couldn't cast any of his potent magics. What was worse, the Naga seemed to have some sort of hypnotic gaze, the mage's face was a mix of slack jawed pleasure and confusion as his normally blue eyes changed to a bright gold.
"You've done well, pet." The Naga almost seemed to purr, which brought Falconheart back to the other issue. Something sharp had jabbed him in the back, hard enough to draw blood and as he finally managed to turn around there was Silverbow, his eyes the same hazy gold as Firespear's. They'd been betrayed, walked into a trap. Had Silverbow been behind all the lost scouts or was it just his latest excursion? Falconheart wouldn't get a chance to ask as the Naga, quick as lightning, was on top of him. Strong coiled looped around him as those golden eyes bore into his mind. He could feel the magic take hold of him even as he tried to look away, his will eroding under the serpent's gaze until he stood slack and obedient as the rest. Only then did Emerald Scale slide back, motioning to the other two Elves. "Let's give this one a treat as I have my meal and then the pair of you will get your reward." he hissed, the two Elves moving quickly to strip Falconheart of his clothing, revealing his muscled frame and erect cock.
Emerald Scale grabbed hold of the Elf's arms while Silverbow and Firespear moved to their knees, their eager tongues already lashing at their kin's cock, battling one another for real estate. This scene was what Falconheart returned to, the spell over his mind breaking. He tried to struggle but the Naga held him tight and with each drag of a tongue or kiss from his former ally's lips, tremors of pleasure ran through him. "Yes...just focus on feeling good. I am not so cruel as to make you suffer, morsel." Emerald Scale behind him hissed.
Falconheart glanced up at the Naga, fury and regret in his eyes though it mattered for little as the serpent's mouth loomed open and in a moment slid over his face. He thrashed as hard as he could but the Naga's mouth pressed down with little to no resistance, quickly moving past his shoulders and pinning his arms to the side. He let out further, muffled, shouts of fury as those hot walls constricted around him, thrashed as the Naga's tongue flicked against his face. The struggle may have been over but the fight certainly wasn't out of him. It was slowly leaving him however, between the futile fight against the strong muscles of the Naga and the hungry, eager
mouths attending his cock. He couldn't tell which was which now as the Naga's mouth continued to descend down his body but it didn't matter. Each lash of eager tongues, supple hands caressing the dwindling flesh exposed to the air, hot mouths taking his aching manhood past soft lips, it was all too much and he could feel the warmth at the core of him spread out. With a muffled scream he felt an orgasm rip through him though just as it did he felt the Naga suddenly tip back, those massive jaws spreading wider as they no longer needed to do the work. Cum splattered across the Naga's face and back as Falconheart slid down his gullet, legs kicking and flailing as they lost contact with the ground before those too disappeared with a hearty moan from the serpent.
"Mmmm...it's been so long since I've had something filling." Emerald Scale groaned, the shape of Falconheart still visible as he worked down the Naga's body, down into the mighty coils. "Now...while he's still squirming, let's reward you pet."
Silverbow was on his feet with little direction, stripping his own simple clothing off though a shake of the Naga's head caused him to pause. "No no...you're much too valuable to devour. But my cocks are also hungry. Come." The Naga reached out and swept the two Elves off their feet, their slackeyed faces lighting up in delight as their tight rumps were brought level with the Naga's cocks. Emerald Scale wasted no time, excited by the squirming deep in his coils as he could feel his first meal already slowly submitting, absorbing into him, the lust within him burning. He smeared the heads of his cocks between the Elves's asses, slicking up with pre. The Elves squirmed and moaned, the only thing left in their mesmerized minds hoping to please their master. They did not have long to wait as with powerful thrusts, the Naga felt both of his cocks spread his victims wide, plunging deep until he could see their stomachs bulge out at his girth.
Both Elves cried out in wanton pleasure, their heads thrown back as the Naga forced them along his shafts like they were sex toys, firm hands wrapped about their waists. His own moans soon joined the chorus and as he fucked his pets, they tangled their arms about one another, making out wildly as they were used. The sound of their bodies slapping sharply against the Naga's soon filled the cave, their moans ringing off the stone walls as the monster drove ever deeper into them, the spines along the heads of his cocks tickling and pleasuring the Elves beyond anything they had ever experienced, or were likely too under the powerful spell of the Naga's gaze. Emerald Scale could feel the Elves around his cock start to squeeze around his flesh but he was too proud to let his prey cum before him, sending a mental command that neither could cum until he had filled them with his own seed which he could feel all but boil in him, like a volcano ready to erupt.
And erupt he did. He could feel his hot seed blast up his cocks, spilling into his Elven captives who screamed out in pleasure as the almost scalding spunk coated their insides, their stomach bulging even wider as the twitching members of the Naga blasted rope after rope of cum into them. With his own release, he sent the mental command for the Elves as well who wrighed and screamed as their own orgasms shook their bodies, their muffles cries dying down as they were finally eased off the Naga's shafts to lay in a used heap, cum leaking from their abused asses.
He needed to digest his previous meal to make room for more but he was still ravenous. Emerald Scale eyed the prone High Elf, tongue flicking out to taste the air. Yes...a little rest and absorbing his first meal would be best. He wondered what adding the elf inside of him would do, all manner of fantasies filling his head as he slipped back into the river to rest. When he awoke he'd play some more with his pets and then get another meal. Not that he was in a hurry, there'd be more where that came from now that he had an Elf of his own.