Law of the Crown
"Forgive me for disturbing you, mi lord, but you have a guest."
Raji lifted his head from the book he was reading, green eyes casually focusing on the young rabbit, who was clearly quite terrified of being in his presence. The quiver in her voice and shiver of her spine were not without warrant. Of royal blood, it was well within Raji's power to have this little bunny killed with little more than a whisper or a glance. Any one of his royal guards would happily drag her into the forest and commit any number of atrocities to her and her family, prolonging their pained life until at last they grew weary of her endless sobs and pleas. But what was most frightening about Raji, was Raji himself. At almost eighteen feet in length, he one of the largest naga a man was likely to meet. Everything about him spoke of regality and strength, from his immense size and the clear strength in his build, to his beautifully polished red and gold scales. Of a special bloodline, he had cobra's hood running along the sides of his head, which only increased his frightful and yet oddly alluring appearance. But it was his eyes most of all: twin emeralds that could remain on a victim forever, as his second pair of eye lids were transparent and so blinking was not a problem. The rabbit bowed her head, unsure if she should leave, unsure if she should meet his gaze or if that was rude. There was a rumor that Raji devoured those who displeased him, and looking at his grand stature as he slithered towards her, she knew that that was well within his power. She lifted her head slightly, only to stare into the polished golden scales of his underbelly, the mirror sheen actually reflecting her terrified face. She lowered her head, quaking, trying to keep her breath steady.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"O-Ophelia... mi... mi lord..."
"Ophelia," he said, his voice smooth as oiled leather and soft as the finest velvets. One of his hands found its way under her chin, and he lifted her gaze to his. His green tongue slipped out, tasting the air, tasting her scent and the terror that laced it. "You need not be frightened of me," he said smoothly. "I am your lord. Your protection is my responsibility. I know your instincts are screaming when you are in my presence, but I can promise, no harm will come to you by my hand, or a hand I command. Besides, I could never harm a maiden as beautiful as you."
Ophelia gave a soft sigh, and nod.
"May I ask who is here to see me?"
"A... a naga such as yourself. He gave his name as Montiga."
Raji chuckled. "Montiga is nothing like me, but yes, you may send him in. And then, please, take the day off. I think you could use a day to relax."
The rabbit nodded, and bowed curtly. She turned gently, and eased herself out of the room. Ruling through fear and terror was for petty barbarians and warlords. A kind word, a bit of praise, Raji knew that made his servants that much more loyal. A little kindness went a long way, that was what so few understood. And besides, Raji was not above lying. Truthfully, the rabbit looked absolutely delicious. He thought about her as he slithered back to the carpet in the center of the library, and coiled his body comfortably. It occurred to him, how hungry he was, his belly rumbling in protest that it had not recently been fed. He rubbed his middle gently, massaging it, assuring that soon, it would be full.
Ophelia was right, that Montiga was indeed a naga, but the similarities to Raji ended there. While Raji was large and powerful, his scales polished in regal fashion, Montiga was slightly more... peasant. Montiga was a ghost naga, a breed so called due to their mysterious nature, and the predominance of dark colored scales. While Raji's scales were bright and brilliant, gold and crimson in perfect sync, Montiga's were purple and blue. But aside from all that, it was the way Montiga carried himself that was distinctly peasant. Montiga slithered on his belly, while Raji glided along, head held high; a warm, easy smile generally on his face. When standing before Raji, Montiga used his arms to push against the ground, lifting his upper body and then using his strong core to rise. The second half of his body coiled slightly, to keep him up, as he looked into Raji's green eyes. Raji's tongue slipped out, tasting the air and the scent of Montiga, as he leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around Montiga's neck gently. "Hello, my friend," he said.
Montiga wrapped his arms under Raji's, around his middle. He chuckled softly, wiggling side to side, laughing more as their scales brushed against each other and made an odd scraping noise. "How have you been?" Montiga asked.
Raji sighed, and stroked down Montiga's back. "It has not been easy. The barbarian hordes to the west, the zealots to the east. I am happy that the runner I sent managed to find you. It has been too long since I last lay my eyes upon you, or felt your scales against mine. It's been a long time since I had a true friend in this kingdom."
Montiga closed his eyes, and rested against Raji's chest. Raji was larger, if only slightly, and how delightful it was to rest against him like this, listening to the sounds of his body, the gentle rush of his blood and the rumbles of his stomach. Naga were not particularly social creatures, and ghost naga were rare to the point of near extinction. Raji was a sweet anomaly in Montiga's usually solitary life. Raji's golden scales were absolutely delicious on Montiga's tongue, and soon he was softly licking and kissing at Raji's chest, much to Raji's amusement. "Always such a good servant," Raji said, running his fingers through Montiga's hair. Montiga affectionately licked and kissed Raji's pectorals, and soon moved down to his empty belly. Just past that was a slight break in the golden scales, a subtle indication of Raji's sheath, although for now at least, Montiga avoided that particular spot. He drew little circles over Raji's belly with his tongue, earning chuckles and growls, and strokes of affection.
The room was delightfully warm. Naga adored heat, and Montiga enjoyed nothing more than curling close to a warm fire or bathing in a hot spring. But in this room; the walls, floor, and ceiling somehow generated heat, because no matter where Montiga was, the heat was all around him, embracing him. Raji was warm too. He pressed his lips right up against him, kissing his belly, and then laughing as a hungry rumble rose out, perhaps in response to the pressure.
Montiga felt Raji's hands on the side of his head, holding him snug and tight though not hurting him. He swiveled his eyes up to look at Raji's grin, his green eyes glistening like the finest emeralds. Their eyes were locked for a long time, until at last he nodded, knowing what to do. Under normal circumstances, it was nearly impossible to notice the sheath on a naga. There was only a subtle break in the monotony of Raji's golden belly; a pair of ridges, framing a little black hole. Most would pass the spot off as a naga's equivalent of a bellybutton, but Montiga focused upon it, licking his lips in anticipation.
He puckered his lips, as best the unique shape of his mouth would allow, and pressed them up against the sheath, lining up with the ridges. His eyes looked up at Raji, to see a smile softly spread across his features, and Montiga gently slipped his tongue out of his mouth. He pressed into the sheath gently, first just brushing the forked tip of his tongue around the ridges. The scales tasted so delightful, and Montiga was actually a little bit hungry. But he wanted to taste the musky flavor, housed inside the sheath, and attempted to wiggle inside. His tongue was denied entrance, and though he spent a few moments wrestling, trying to get inside the warm sheath, he eventually leaned back and tried another tactic. Farther down on Raji's body was another subtle break in the golden scales, this break marking Raji's cute anus. Montiga braced his hands on Raji's sides, and leaned his head down. He softly flicked out his tongue, and when he found the puckered anus was more yielding than the tightness of the sheath, he began to suckle and lick softly. Raji's laughter rumbled like thunder above him. Soft growls emerged, and Raji held Montiga's head there, wiggling side to side.
Montiga wiggled out of the grip, however, and ran his tongue over Raji's belly, once more drawing little circles over the scales. He brushed his tongue over the tight lips of the sheath, and by the taste, noticed that the erection was just now starting to peek out. Raji's erection was the same rich green as his tongue and innards. It grew slowly, without rush, which did not suit Montiga's desires at all. At first he was gentle, only easing it out of the scaly sheath with a couple well placed licks and nuzzles. He kissed and nibbled at the head and glans, and then moved his dexterous tongue around to the main shaft. Raji tasted incredible, indescribable, but addicting to the point that soon, Montiga begun to place his mouth over the girth. He started with his tongue. The black muscle slipped out of his mouth, gently coiling around the green shaft like he would a small rat. Tighter and tighter he wound his tongue around the throbbing erection, and opening his mouth wide, he put his lips over the shaft. He closed his mouth slowly; his teeth not sharp enough to penetrate the strong skin. It was like little pinpricks over Raji's erection, which delighted the royal naga to no end.
"Mmm, you've been practicing... on yourself?" Raji asked.
Montiga chuckled gently, and pulled his mouth back, allowing his teeth to draw little lines in the flesh. Then he moved forward, and slipped his mouth over the girth, moving farther and farther until the glans were sitting right in front of his throat. Montiga was accustomed to swallowing his prey whole, so the erection was far from difficult for him. And the strength of his tongue allowed him to squeeze the erection, massage it, as he bobbed his head forward and back. Oh, the taste. There was nothing a naga enjoyed more than full meal, but Montiga had grown bored of with deer and foolish travelers. Raji's erection, warm and rich and doused in delicious musk sated his hungers, even though he didn't swallow. And at last a splash of pre dribbled out of the shaft's head, tickling at his taste buds and causing him to drift back, drooling.
Raji eased Montiga back, letting him lay flat on his back. Raji's erection spurted a splash of white cream, landing with a wet plop on Montiga's belly, before the pre ceased to leak. Raji didn't mind, because looking over the body before him, he saw a better method to relieve himself, namely the cutely parted scales towards the base of Montiga's tail.
Raji slithered towards Montiga's side, and gently stroked over his belly. "I've missed you," he said, stroking him very softly. "My, I have missed you."
Raji stroked over Montiga's belly, feeling his breakfast shift gently. Past his belly, was his groin, although it was impossible to miss the dual erections that now pressed out of the midnight black underside. Perhaps that was the only thing that Raji was... maybe, just a little bit, jealous of: Montiga had two erections, while he only had one. They rose up, side by side, both struggling to escape from the tight sheath and stretch in the open air. Dribbles of milky white oozed out of the two shafts; sometimes spurting when they wetly slapped against each other and sprayed white cream onto Montiga's belly scales. Raji slithered down, and slipped his body over Montiga's, holding him down with his superior strength and girth. "You can struggle if you like," Raji explained. "It won't help."
Montiga looked up, slightly nervous at the words. Raji carefully slithered back. Raji moved quite far, until his face was just in front of the two erections, leaking white, milky cream. He leaned forward, slipping his green tongue out, and gently ran it up one of the erection's underside, taking the cream, but still more dribbled out from the sensations that were visited upon the sensitive flesh. Raji slipped his tongue out, running it over the other erection slowly, taking all the pre that had bubbled out of the slit. The cream was slightly salty, not particularly pleasant to Raji's refined sense of taste, but after just two licks Montiga was laying on his back, head down, drool flecked over his scaly lips. Yes, a little kindness went a long way, and Raji was certain that Montiga would be more willing to accept what he had planned next.
He slithered over the other naga, slowly, gently. Montiga's erections brushed against Raji's underside, leaving a snail's trail of thick, white pre. At last fully over him, looming over him, Raji took hold of Montiga's wrists and pinned him down carefully. He did not want to hurt Montiga, not yet, but didn't want him to struggle against him either. Pulling his body up just a little more, he felt his green erection brush against the scales of Montiga's underside. He believed he had judged his position right, but still had to wiggle several times, searching for the raised ridges, just beneath the sheath that housed Montiga's shafts. Montiga stared at Raji, slightly confused at what was happening, until at last he felt the swollen glans of the erection pressed up against his anus. He went rigid, and then attempted to squirm away, but Raji's strength was smothering. "Hush," he hissed, leaning down and gently brushing his tongue over Montiga's face. "I know you can handle this. I know you can, and please, it will make your kind feel so good for me."
Montiga looked up, groaning slightly, but eased himself back down. Raji weighed the lower half of his body down, pressing his penis up against the tight anus, but found the vent much too tight. He hissed at that, annoyed, and weighed his hips down a little harder. It felt good: the tight anus was lined with dull scales that tickled the swollen head, but Raji wanted to be inside him. He pinned Montiga down a little harder, assuring that he could not squirm in the slightest, and lifted the middle of his body off the ground, leaving weight on his hands and tail. Montiga's eyes nearly bulged as he realized what was happening, but could only let out a sudden hiss and snarl as the full weight of Raji's middle slammed down upon him. He bucked up, before the weight of Raji caught him, and he lay down. He could feel an odd tickle in his anus, and after a moment realized that the tip of Raji's head had actually broken the tight seal. For Raji, it was a pleasure like he had never known. All at once, Montiga's body locked, his anus clenching hard on the foreign object pressed inside it, but Raji's erection was far too strong to yield. And as he weighed his hips down, slamming with his full weight again and again, it felt heavenly for the king naga.
Montiga could only lay there, hissing and snarling, trying to slip away until Raji weighed down once more. It was indescribable, what he was going through. A naga's scales protected them from most of life's sensations. In many ways, it was like living one's life in a suit of armor. Montiga had felt the tingle of a mate's tongue on his penis, but never felt anything penetrate him like this, and so the sensations were that much raw. While Raji moaned and growled softly, the bliss of such a tight cavern squeezing his erection absolutely heavenly, Montiga was snarling and snapping, almost overwhelmed at the feelings that were surging through him. He was far from a virgin to love, but a virgin to being taken in this way, and the fury of Raji, slamming down upon him...
Raji finally felt himself slide all the way inside the tight hole, the ridges of the anus now resting against his pubic bone, adding a delightful amount of pressure and pleasure to the already overwhelming bliss he was feeling. Weighing down harder, the anus clenched hard upon his penis, and he eased himself back, reveling the feel of the tight skin dragging along his aching shaft. Up and down, up and down. He was vaguely aware of the whimpers and hisses that slipped out of Montiga's throat, and he leaned down, to softly lick over Montiga's face. Montiga looked to him, and returned the licks of affection.
Raji could feel the pressure building inside him. He looked down at Montiga, who was barely holding together. Raji could just see Montiga's erections, both full and dribbling white cream, throbbing with each of the ghost naga's heart beats. Much as Raji wanted to release deep inside his fellow naga, a better thought passed through his mind, and he braced his arms and tail against the ground. It was agonizing, pulling out of the tight cavern, and making sure his body did not accidentally release the load that was swelling in his testicles. The pleasure, the delightful friction of skin on skin, was immense. A naga's penis was precious, as one of the few parts of their body unprotected by scales. The sensations were raw for Raji, who actually had to stop, brace himself, and only then resume pulling out. A few stray spurts did slip out of his glans, and slicked the tunnel of Montiga's anus, but finally Raji managed to pull out completely, and rest his erection down on Montiga's underbelly. He wiggled gently, and soon positioned his erection between the two engorged shafts, both pressing out of the sheath. The green stood in stark contrast to its two pink cousins. Pre and cream leaked out of all three, bathing Montiga's middle in slime and white.
The scales rubbed against the underside of Raji's impressive pride, and the two erections squeezed the shaft between them. Raji braced himself, hissing, and then humped forward suddenly, arching his back as a glob of musky white splashed out and onto Montiga's front. Another spurt soon emerged, splashing out, landing with a wet plop alongside the other. Montiga's tongue flicked out of his mouth, catching the taste and scent of the musky cream, causing him to suck in a sudden breath. His body shook and wiggled, and suddenly a fountain of white shot out of either shaft. Like a machine gun, spurts were released from the two shafts, rotating each time, as they shared the same testicles. Rope after rope splashed out of the trio, filling the room with their musky aroma. Raji rubbed himself forward and back, his shaft massaged by the scales and the two erections that flanked it. Pleasure brushed the inside of the two erections, as skin rubbed against skin. Soon, though, the heavy blobs had changed to a steady leak, washing over the smooth scales, making them slick and it all the more delightful to rub against them.
Raji chuckled, reaching down with both hands, and gently rubbed the copious amount of cum into the underside of the scales, making them smooth and slick under his hands. He rubbed over Montiga's sides and arms, washing him in the cream, even as seed continued to leak profusely out of the still engorged shaft. My, it had been too long since the last time he was with someone, and he began to wonder if he would ever run empty.
Montiga allowed himself to be washed by the seed. His head was back, his eyes closed, and he simply enjoyed the hands gently playing over him, brushing and working and making him nice and slick. He slithered down the body, penis still leaking quite profusely, and he took the time to rub and wash the purple naga with his musky seed, sure to slicken every inch of his long body.
When he felt the weight of his fellow naga leave him, Montiga lifted his head, curious what had happened. Raji had coiled his body carefully, and taken up residence right at the tip of Montiga's tail. He reached down, taking hold of the tail, and lifted it to his mouth. Montiga watched closely as Raji gently kissed the tip, licked at it, and then slowly rolled his green tongue out. He opened his mouth disturbingly wide and coiled his tongue around the tip of the tail. Very slowly he brought the tail into his mouth, and closed his jaws, his sharp fangs digging into the scales to keep Montiga from wiggling away. Firmly hooked into his prey, Raji's body contracted. In true snake fashion, when his body was fully contracted, Raji unhooked his fangs and opened his mouth very wide. His jaw loosened and he stretched himself forward. His pulsating throat muscles allowed the bulk of Montiga's body to slip inside without resistance. He continued forward, the warm slick, embrace closing on Montiga's shape. Raji's jaws closed, and his fangs hooked into the scales, keeping Montiga still as his body contracted, and prepared to take in a few more precious feet. He was just beneath Montiga's two engorged shafts, the two pillars obscuring his vision. He wanted to devour the two shafts though, in this gulp, and prepared himself.
Although the room was warm and pleasant to be in, Raji's insides proved so much warmer. Montiga's lower half was heated as the muscles squeezed him tightly. He smiled down at Raji, as Raji smiled back at him, and opened his mouth wide, showing the roof of his green mouth and the glistening white fangs. Raji stretched himself forward once more. Montiga watched closely as his pink erections were pressed down against his belly, and when Raji closed his mouth, the erections were suddenly embraced by the pulsating muscles of Raji's throat.
Montiga went wild, hissing and snarling, growling, before he fell to the ground, utterly still. Raji's fangs rested on his pectorals, his lips where his nipples would be, if he had any. The glistening fangs of the king naga had sunk deep into his flesh, no doubt penetrating his blood vessels, and sending paralyzing poison through his body. Montiga could not move, but he did not care. All he cared about was the warmth of being inside Raji's body. His two erections, still stiff and full and leaking quite profusely, were massaged so perfectly by the pulsating, green innards. Raji reached forward with one hand, and took hold of Montiga's crown. Once more, he opened his mouth wide, and using the strength of his arms, pushed Montiga forward, into the awaiting maw. His other hand gently stroked and rubbed the bulge that had formed in his throat. His muscles worked hard, all in perfect tandem, all with the singular goal of devouring his latest feast.
Montiga closed his eyes as the green of Raji's innards overtook his vision. Due to the tightness of the maw, his arms were forced over his head, his fingers occasionally twitching with a muscle spasm. The muscles of Raji's throat pulsated and pulled, dragging the naga, slowly but surely into sack of his belly. Raji's lips puckered, and he gently slurped the arms and hands and fingers up, closing his jaws carefully. He tilted his head back, and lifted slightly off the ground, allowing both gravity and his powerful body to swallow the limp naga up.
At last, the full weight of the ghost naga came to rest inside his stomach, his scales quite stretched from how large his meal was. He could feel Montiga squirm, with what strength he had left. He could feel Montiga wiggle and try get comfortable in the tight cavern, and how he shifted was absolutely delightful.
The room was warm, and his belly was positively stuffed, and as was usually the case, Raji realized that he had once more grown to full erection. He smiled at that, and although it was slightly difficult, he managed to slither on his side enough he could reach forward, and wrap his fingers around his green shaft.
He rubbed slowly, gently, in no rush to bring himself to climax. He wanted to savor this, enjoy every moment of it, but his erection was already leaking. He dried his hands by rubbing the excess cream on his belly scales, and then went right back to rubbing. He rubbed himself, gathering cream into his webbed hand, and then worked it into his stretched scales. When he pushed against his belly, he could feel Montiga push back, assuring he was still alive. Perhaps he simply enjoyed being inside the warm, tight, pulsating cavern, but Raji liked to imagine he was masturbating. How delightful that would be; to have the warm cum spurting into his belly. Raji whined as he lay on his side, and continued to rub himself, working more and more seed into his scales as he felt his meal shift about. Nagas digested very slowly. Even if he slipped off to sleep, he doubted a specimen as hardy as Montiga would expire within him. He would let him out soon, and then they would have more fun. But then he would be hungry again...
Raji set his head down, closing his eyes, and already thinking about tomorrow, when he would devour Ophelia, whole and alive.