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Jean Paul et le Serpent

Warning : What follows is a piece of homoerotic fiction. It features hypnosis, semi-nonconsensual sex, and transformation. If you are not comfortable reading said material, too young to read said material, or such material is illegal in your country of residence, please leave this page now.

If none of these things apply to your situation please enjoy what follows.

Bonjour mes amis! Mon nom est Nick et Je suis votre conteur. Je parle un peu fran _çais. Je vais donc parler anglais.Anyways, this story is about _un homme homosexuel fran_ çais_and his encounter with a Naga with some crazy venom. We know the Naga as only le Serpent. This story is a recounting and translation of the original story told by the victim himself, one Jean-Paul Leon. I spoke with him with a translator and it is what the translator relayed to me that I have transcribed here. What follows is to be taken with a grain of salt as memory is a fickle thing. Though, I do know after speaking with Jean Paul that the effects of the venom are very much real. All dialogue is preserved in its original language with translations in square brackets ([]).

"I was walking down Le Rue des Pyramids in Paris, when I saw him. When He wasn't trying to be threatening he was around your height, a little over two meters. He was in perfect shape as far as I could tell. He wore nothing but a loincloth. Even so it was obvious--when he noticed me--that he liked me, and that he was well endowed. His hemipenes tented his loincloth and from a wet spot on the ground I could tell that he was...dripping. We locked eyes. That's all it took and I fell under his spell. He gave me a devilish smile as he slithered up to me.

"'Quel est ton nom, mon chér?' [What is your name, darling?] He hissed to me. I could tell that French was not his native tongue, nor was his snout suited to our language.

"I couldn't help myself; I gave him my name. I didn't want to tell him but his eyes, the way they gleamed in the light...I still remember his eyes. Oh! What a brilliant shade of yellow. Not like jaundiced eyes, more like those whom he as a spirit represented. They had a brilliant golden yellow whose intensity had me entranced. His eyes may have had this effect on everyone or just me. I am not one to know these kinds of things.

"'Venez. Je tiens à vous montrer un bon moment.' [Come. I wish to show you a good time.] he said. Again I noticed a foreign accent I couldn't quite place, besides his muzzle's obvious impediment with our language. You're American; you know that French is very hard to speak properly for a foreigner. The annunciation of our words and the spelling seems so complex many outside of the natives truly never speak the tongue well.

"Again I followed without complaint completely entranced by his eyes. Not even caring that his hemipenes were very much erect and out of his genitalia slit. He took me into the Tuileries Garden. Deep into the center. His five meter long tail flattened the grass as we went.

"When he found a suitable location he used one of his hands to pin mine to a tree and the other to cut into the fabric of my jumper and slacks. He was sure to be gentle around my groin. For which I was glad. He placed his scaly lips upon my own in something akin to a kiss. The funny thing was he couldn't properly pucker those scaly folds of flesh. So it looked more like he had bumped into my lips instead of kissing me.

"Whatever hold he had had over me broke when he started the kiss. He probably assumed that I was enjoying myself. To be honest the experience was somewhat of a turn on. I mean his humanoid portion of his body was built like an American football player. His tail was all muscle and his twin dicks were rubbing against my belly and coating it with pre." I must interject here and say that I think the translator was trying to use American expressions to translate what was said. I heard nowhere anything like comme un joeur de football américain._I also heard nothing like _bite. So I must say that I was rather annoyed with the translator for screwing with the story.

"My enjoyment didn't mean that there wasn't a nagging in the back of my brain. It tried to tell me that this was rape; that it was morally wrong for this to occur consensual or not. Those thoughts were nagging at me until I heard something that made me recoil in shock.

"'Voulez-vous continuer?' [Do you want to continue?] he said with what I was starting to realize was an Indian accent.

"'Je ne sais pas ton nom. Que dois-je vous appeler?' [I don't know your name. What shall I call you] I replied as I was allowed to breathe again.

"He sighed and his hood flared in annoyance. 'Mon nom est impossible à dire. Appelez-moi 'Serpent'.' [My name is impossible to say. Call me 'Serpent.']

"I gave him my consent though I asked him to only use one of his hemipenes. He chuckled and turned me around. Because I already went into such detail, I may as well tell you what happened next; though it is normally considered impolite to speak of such things.

"After he turned me around he bent me over and rubbed one of his cocks--" I must say this time I did hear bite. "--on the top of my cleft. It felt strange. I remember that it was really slick and slimy and the bottom was lined with ridges. The ridges were well defined and apparently ended in a tiny spine that I could feel rake against my tailbone. I cringed. He shivered from pleasure. This was one thing that I'd learned from anthromorphic biology, An anthromorphic reptile wasn't all that different from humans. They required stimulation to their phalli in order to ejaculate.

"After a good thirty seconds of hot-dogging"--I didn't quite catch what he said in French, but the translator said hot-dogging, so that's what I'm going with--"He pulled back and I felt his penis come off of my cleft before feeling a slight pressure on my asshole. It slowly increased and with it the pain of having my virginity taken by this beast. It wasn't entirely painful but it did hurt as I was spread wide by the large phallus.

"I moaned out in surprise at his girth because I hadn't seen his actual hemipenes. I just saw their length and from that alone I knew I was in for the long haul"--another American expression. What did I pay my translator for?--"As soon as I felt his head enter I knew I was in trouble. The head had smaller, finer spines on it that felt strange going in, but I knew that in combination with the penis' underbelly I was going to bleed when he pulled back to prepare to start the process of humping me. It felt like forever as each ridge on the underbelly entered my hole. It was probably after the fourth ridge that _le Serpent_decided to shift his angle of attack to hit my prostate. I moaned out loud enough that he decided to cup a hand over my mouth to stifle the noise. After that he quickened his entry to the point that after half a second he hilted me. It was then that it happened.

"As he began to retreat from my nether regions, he bit me. His ten inch long fangs pierced through my shoulder and came out through my shoulder blade. I screamed into his hand. I thought that I was going to be his next meal after he was finished fucking me.

"He pulled out so quickly that his spines almost literally tore that part of me in half. He released me from his jaws and roughly threw me around and lifted me up so that he could gain access to my pucker again." I have got to learn French myself. I almost thought that the translator that I had paid good money to was fucking with me. "I felt strange as my lips started to tingle as did my legs and tailbone. Le Serpent licked my wounds that he'd left from his giant fangs. As he did I noticed how slick and smooth his forked tongue was. That probably explained why he had issues with our language, his tongue was forked.

"He lowered me down onto his shaft and cooed as he hammered into me. The entire time I felt a pressure behind my nose and my tailbone. My legs started to feel lighter and my skin was feeling a lot dryer. I had no idea why until the snout that I have now pushed its way forward from my face and my head started to flatten as my neck elongated. The entire process's pain was dulled by the pleasure I was feeling from the 25 centimeter long, 3 centimeter wide dick grinding against my prostate. With every thrust more and more of my legs disappeared into my body and my tailbone elongated farther and farther. What I noticed next was the changing of my fingernails into claws. The cuticle shifted from the top of my fingers to the front as my flat, neatly trimmed and cared for nails grew into round, hard, long and sharp, lizard-like claws.

"When my hair fell out I was about to cum from the snake-man's ministrations. I wasn't even trying to hold off my orgasm as I came all over our torsos. As I panted he continued to hammer into me. Apparently he was nowhere near done with me.

"Le Serpent commented 'Es-tu venu en premier? Comme c'est mignon!' [Did you cum first? How cute!]He continued for another fifteen minutes while I felt myself come down from the post-orgasmic high. It was only after he came that I noticed that he was no longer supporting me, however nor were my legs. I looked down at my body in utter shock. It was as you see it now. I tried to blink back tears but realized I had no eyelids. So the tears fell freely. I was no longer a human. I was a Naga. I just cried into le Serpent's chest and my brille darkened. Something only Naga are capable of, instead of blinking or closing their eyes, their brille darkens.

"The Naga pulled out a final time and then he hugged me. 'You'll come to accept your new life' he said to me in perfect English. I understood perfectly. 'As you are new to this form, let me show you the way. Allow me to show you what it is to be K'anssk.'

"I gave him a look that said everything. It showed him my innocence shattered; it showed him that I didn't know what to do. It was all I could do just to keep myself upright. He just hugged me again.

"He asked me, 'Do you want to be my mate?'

"'Am I not already?' I replied, 'I'm carrying your seed.'

"He just chuckles and squeezes me tighter to his body. The warmth of my old self still within my new body allows me to warm us both.

"That is my story. As vulgar as it may be, that is how I came to know Ken, and that is how I became K'anssk."

He raised his torso off of his chair and slithered into the kitchen in his apartment. We heard muffled talking and then the sounds of two tails slithering over tile. I looked at the two figures that came through the door. There he was, le Serpent. A fine specimen of a Naga, his tail was three feet thick at the trunk, and tapered all the way down its length. I could see what Jean Paul was speaking of when he mentioned the height. He was about six-foot-five when he stood normally. His golden eyes were gorgeous to the point I had to keep reminding myself that I had a mate waiting for me at home. He was, in fact, built like an American football player. Big and beefy. He was actually wearing a shirt which barely fit him.

"Nick, meet my mate and my love, Ken'ajier Retha'enks." Jean Paul said warmly and in heavily-accented English.

"Ivarns sem porok de shana lif onfon, Nick-oritz." My eyes widened and I recoiled at the use of Wolfyr. My native tongue came off his lips effortlessly.

"Ivara sez terka ne shnal." I replied in a fearful voice.

"Ivarn ne yaguru sem terk anjitze. No reason to be fearful, my friend. We K'anssk respect the Wolves and their packs. You are in no danger here, Captain."

I chuckled in response, "Ah so your military service comes to light, Caporal. It was good to hear your story, Jean Paul. I believe, my time here is done." I shook their hands and backed away towards the door to take my leave.