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"Liarca," Khain began, his voice coming somewhat strained with all the blood rushing to his head. "Must we really have to meet like this so often?" Though caught in the most compromising of positions, swinging by his ankles some fifteen feet above the ground, the ferret did his best to give his most winning smile.

Unfortunately the swamp witch seemed unmoved. Her frown was set and cold as stone, entirely befitting her grave, if bedraggled, beauty. "Did I not give you two warnings?"

"Ah, well, yes, but this-"

"TWO warnings that I would not spare for anyone else?"

"Of course, my beautiful forest flower, but I didn't have a choice this time. The Duke's men patrol the Crown Road and-"

"THE FIRST-" When Liarca Mossfoot rose her voice even the wilderness seemed to quieten, the solemnity of the moment only spoiled by Khain's flailing as he was shook in the air like a hanging chicken. "- of which I spared after you blundered into my realm and picked a leaf from the Heartwood Oak."

"I know! I know!" The ferret blurted, holding his palms out best he could even as his head still spun. It was starting to seem like he wasn't going to charm his way out of this one. That was impossible though, right? He was Khain Wardancer, after all. Infamous across all four kingdoms for his rapier wit! With that in mind he composed himself, clearing his throat before continuing. "I was wrong. And I am full of remorse for eveee-! Hurglarblargh!" The sinewy root looped about his ankles rattled him again as carelessly as a child's toy.

"OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?" With a flick of her wrist she sent Khain soaring up into the canopy, before whipping right back down to face her again in an instant, his fur bristling with twigs and leaves. It was only his pride that kept him from him hollering the whole way. "Perhaps you have forgotten the second time, also?"

Gulping with some difficulty, the ferret shook his head, having learned not to interrupt.

"No? Then you must be as foolish as I thought." When her anger flared it was terrifying. Moreso, however, was when it did not. Her cool, crisp words were like the calm before the storm. They brought with them a killing dose of suspense.

The root holding him tight shifted, and from the murky undergrowth slithered another and another. They looped around the ferret's waist and each of his thighs, hefting him fluidly through the air until he lay belly-up in front of the witch, a little ways off the ground. It was as though he were a sacrifice splayed on an altar. The thought made him tremble.

"Come, now, Liarca. You're not going to do anything drastic, are you?" Khain tried to flash that rakish grin again, but he was sure his nerves were plain to see. His mouth was painfully dry.

"Drastic?" Her eyes narrowed. "Yes. I am." With barely a gesture one of the heavy, overhanging branches above groaned and buckled to glide down towards her. "I told you never to come back." As the bough came down a growth began to form at its apex, like a ripening fruit. It was a smooth, woody pod, and just as it reached Liarca's outstretched hand it split open, slipping a large green seed into her palm.

The ferret watched on in wide-eyed apprehension. He knew she was capable of such things, but to see her magic so plain was incredibly unsettling, especially when it seemed that he was soon to be at the receiving end of it. "Wh-what are you going to do?"

"I lost a companion to a band of adventurers some months ago. I am going to use you to grow a new one."

Grow a new one? Being used as fertiliser didn't sound particularly appealing and, if his fur wasn't already snow-white, Khain would have blanched. "N-now come on! This isn't right! You can't kill me just for passing through!" He struggled against his bonds in a sudden and potent need to escape. It was no use, though. The roots gave barely a creak.

"Kill you?" Liarca's brow furrowed. She stood poised with the seed in her fingers, the oval tip pointed ominously at her prey. There was a long moment of nothing but Khain's nervous breath before the witch let out a sigh. "You fool, this is not going to kill you." She rolled her eyes, looking somewhat annoyed at losing the drama of the moment. "Why would you think that?"

"B-because..." Tentative relief was slow to appear, but it eventually began to creep into the mustelid's voice. His heart was still pounding, and his voice a little meek for one who fancied themselves such a silver-tongued rogue. "...I don't know. You got pretty scary there."

A curl of distain pulled the spellweaver's mouth, and she straightened to become aloof once more. It was an easy demeanour for her; one that she slipped into like a worn tunic. "Well, you should be afraid. This will not kill you, but I promise that it is a lesson that will not soon slip your mind." With a snap of her finger she turned her head aside to call out. "Skethiss, come to my side, my familiar."

There came no reply from the marshy woods for a time, but soon the rustling of the wind-swept leaves gave way to a distinctive slither. From the bramble-thick brush, in smooth strokes of left to right to left, came a huge and shadow-bound figure. It approached with unnerving fluidity and when it came close enough that the ferret could see he found the creature to be rather intimidating indeed.

A naga! In height, from the tip of its head to where its belly met the ground, it must have been around seven feet tall. In length total? Khain couldn't even guess. Its humanoid torso was as tough and muscular as a prize fighter, and it shared a similar number of scars. Though its front and underbelly were lighter the rest of its scales were black as pitch, seeming like glistening obsidian in the dim light. Yet, most striking of all was the majestic, crimson-patterned hood of a cobra.

It came to a halt at its mistress's heel, glancing the ferret over impassively before turning to the witch and bowing its head.

"What would you asssk of me?"

"I need you to perform a ritual, my pet." With a degree of reverence she rubbed the oily, pea-green seed between her hands before presenting it to the naga. "The seed of the living wood." He took it from her carefully. Her hand then went gently to his chest and she continued. "And the seed of quickened flesh. Find union in this fertile host and grant us a sapling child; formed in the image of your avatar."

The ferret found himself rather uncomfortable again. Fertile host? What was that supposed to mean?

Easing herself up on her tip-toes the witch pressed her lips against the cool scale of the naga's cheek. "Show him no mercy." She then glanced at Khain with the most devilishly subtle of smirks before treading away, barefoot and without a sound.

"Seed of the- Wh-what? Liarca? Where are you going?!" The roots began to move again, drawing him upwards into something of a sitting position and, far more worryingly, spreading his thighs with indefatigable strength. "Whuh- No. No, come on! Liaaaarca!" He whined, suddenly getting an inkling of his fate.

Skethiss simply paid no mind. He slithered close, dwarfing the slim ferret with his frame. "You were warned." He hissed, the smirk on his face leeringly eager. With casual strength he destroyed the fastening of the ferret's pants, sending the shiny metal buttons flying off into the brush, then tore the crotch and rear clean in half. While still almost entirely clothed, this left Khain's groin completely exposed, and the breeze gave him a shiver.

"Look. Wait. Come on, don't do this." The cunning ferret's arms were still free so he held them out, palms-up, in the most calming expression he could muster. "She's just overreacting. You know how she is, huh? 'Wicked witch of the forest' and all that business. Right?" When his rambling met with no reply Khain could only swallow loudly, a cold sweat breaking across his brow.

This couldn't be happening.

"Quiet now, sssmall tressspassser. I am sure you will have plenty to sssqueak about sssoon." Skethiss held the seed up in his fingers, his amber eyes peering at it closely. It was the shape of an almond, and not particularly large; just the right kind of size to sit in a person's hand comfortably. Its surface was entirely featureless and it gleamed with a thin, oily sheen. After indulging his curiosity the naga hesitated no longer, and in a single motion brought the tapered tip of the thing to nose quite rudely through the fluff between the ferret's rump cheeks.

"No-!" Though he had time to reach out and grab the naga's meaty bicep there was little Khain could do to prevent the smooth seed from finding his steel-tight pucker and sliding straight on through like it was meant to be. His whole body stiffened. "Ngh!" The stretch didn't sting too badly, but the oil made for very poor lube, and the sudden mass inside him made his skin prickle all over.

"Calm yourssself." With a smooth roll of his impossibly long tail the naga wedged himself between the ferret's thighs, grinding the base of that chiselled torso against the soft fur of Khain's crotch. "We may both pleasure from thisss yet, if you are willing. Lay your handsss upon me, and coax my cocksss from their prison." That leer grew longer and more predatory across the naga's maw as he spoke, matching the sound of his voice. "I have a weaknesss for sssmall, sssoft warmbloodsss like you."

Under most normal circumstances Khain would have taken great exception to that. He certainly wasn't soft! Small perhaps, in present company, but not soft! He was an accomplished, high-class thief, treasure-hunter and adventurer. He had slain more monsters, just like this one, than he could count!

Yet, discretion was the better part of valour...

With little chance of escape or bargain it seemed he had no choice. It wasn't like the scaly creature was particularly unattractive anyhow. Males were rarely his thing, but he could appreciate why this one here could be admired. It was sort of majestic in a savage, reptilian kind of way.

"Gods be damned... Alright." Giving a sigh through his nose Khain capitulated. What was he going to do otherwise? All trussed up like a solstice turkey. "I haven't done much back there so just keep it slow, okay? I don't think Liarca was planning for you to rip me root to stem." Begrudgingly he reached out, fingers homing in on the smooth, swollen lump on the naga's front, where those hidden members had begun to grow plump within their slit.

The protruding flesh was surprisingly supple, split down its length by a near-invisible line. As Khain stroked it tentatively the naga gave a long hiss. "Yesss." The ferret took that as a sign to continue and, frowning, smoothed his thumbs up and down each side of that line, dimpling the growing mound.

When softness gave way to the rigidity of the inflating shafts within Khain cupped his hand over the entirety of the hard mound, rubbing it as though he were polishing a crystal ball. That seemed to give the reptile a thrill, and it ground its hips up against the ferret's touch until the pressure was too great and both those long, slippery snake cocks erupted from the naga's body and into Khain's waiting grasp.

"Oh. Fuck..."

They were pink and wet and decorated beneath the sensitive skin with webs of blue veins like winding rivers. That wasn't what made the ferret's breath hitch, though. Both of them were just plain big. It should have come as no surprise, given Skethiss's stature. Each was a good deal over a foot in length and fat enough that Khain's fingers only just met around their girth. Below each of their pointed, concave tips was a mass of fleshy bristles.

"You can't be serious." The rogue's eyes were as wide as saucers, yet in spite of his reluctance he held a shaft gently in each hand, stroking them both slick and slow.

In any case there was no reply to his complaints aside from the hoarse, pleasured hiss that made the naga sound just as feral as he looked. Clear goo leaked from him in abundance, rolling back down his lengths or oozing strings to leave beads like jewels on the ferret's belly.

When those twin rods pulled away from his mitts Khain didn't protest. He just watched, almost mesmerised, and with the most worried of frowns. One of those things was going inside him. He didn't hold much hope that it would fit, but part of him wanted to try, at least. The beast, with its alien members, was strangely enticing. Exotic, and taboo.Though males weren't usually to his taste he found his sheath growing a little chubby.

The naga drew itself back and guided a pointed rod into place.

"Alright. Hells... Alright, you great beast. I can do this." Eager to take control again Khain rested his hands on his splayed thighs, ready to relax. "We just need to take it nice and slow. Okay? Really, really slo-"

SHLK!

Ten inches disappeared in a flash.

Ten inches of thick snake cock; demolishing the seal on the ferret's body and hammering the seed so deep inside that he couldn't even feel it anymore.

Khain's eyes crossed, his back arched and any semblance of conscious thought shattered into countless shards of light, sparkling in front of his eyes like stars. All he could manage was the smallest of squeaks from his slack, open maw.

The rest of the exposed length squeezed its way in under great pressure, having already conquered the ferret's inner sphincter and slithering deep into his gut. In contrast the second shaft rode off up his thigh, wobbling lewdly and seeping even more generous dollops of slime now that its brother was buried somewhere so supremely hot and soft.

"Ssso warm!" Skethiss rolled his serpentine hips, pushing up the smallest of bumps on the ferret's clothed stomach when he really bottomed out good.

Another small, but desperate keening sound crept from Khain's throat. He couldn't think, he couldn't speak. He could only watch wide-eyed, feeling his insides lurch with every grinding hump.

"Ssso- HSSSS!" Two strong hands came down on the ferret's hips and the thrusts became merciless. In no time at all he was bouncing off the naga's chiselled front with a rapid, rhythmic thud-thud-thud that would have set his head spinning if there was anything left in there to scramble.

"Mmh! Nnngh!" A strangled noise struggled to escape him, the ferret's teeth grinding and his head craning back and back and back until the tension in him quickly peaked and he let rip a piercing howl.

Khain hadn't even been fully hard, but pearly white seed poured from him and into his fur as an orgasm was violently pounded out of his body. Though it was an achingly big load for him it seemed the naga was set to outdo him in pre alone. Wads of the slick stuff spattered them both, flung from the tip of the swinging reptilian prick that remained outside. There just seemed to be an endless amount of it, making them a mess of sloppy strings and strands.

"NnnNNNAW! GAW-AW-AW-AWDS! FU-CK!"

It was too much to bear.

That is, at least, what the ferret thought until his troubles were really put into perspective.

A smooth, hole-clenchingly long withdrawal brought all of the reptile's buried cock back into the open. It steamed with the ferret's inner heat, and the soft bristles below the head had become so engorged that an extra little pull was needed to wrench them free. That, of course, made Khain yelp and tremble like a kit.

That little ferret pucker had been ruined, and Skethiss admired the sight. It yawned wide and swollen; worked like dough and just as soft. No injury, of course, despite their sheer difference in size. Liarca's magic saw to that. Just tender, well-fucked flesh begging to be filled again. The naga couldn't temper his lust. He wrangled both his fat shafts together, lined them up, then pressed the tips into that pre-burbling hole.

"N-no! You can't!"

But he did.

Both went in and the ferret shrieked. He was certain he'd break. The stretch was enough to make him think he'd tear in two. The bristles sank inside, he definitely felt them go, and then more shaft followed at an agonising pace. Both his hands were braced on the naga's chest, as though to stop the implacable advance, but there was nothing he could do.

The sensations overwhelmed Khain's already-fragile mind. By the time his belly bulged with both huge, reptilian members he was shaking and drooling, hard as a rock. Skethiss pushed the ferret's shirt up, so that he could see how the small mammal struggled to contain him.

"Sssuch an eager little rat!" The naga leered, sliding his hands under Khain's knees. The roots binding the ferret's thighs moved at Skethiss's urging, raising both legs up and up, until the flexible rogue's ankles almost met his ears. This allowed for a perfect view of the spot where the ferret was violated so obscenely.

The pace began anew, and with little patience remaining it didn't stay slow for long. In seconds Khain was back to jarring and jostling like a doll in the naga's grasp. In the rush of screaming sensations it felt as though he was more cock than man, as though those bristly tips were scrubbing every part of him raw and empty. Empty for what was soon to come.

"Yesss! Yesss! Ssso clossse!"

Skethiss didn't have to announce it. The curtain of slime oozing down his snake-like underbelly hinted at the amount he was spilling inside, and with a flow that thick he was no doubt approaching the edge.

Yet, Khain didn't note a thing. His head lolled and his eyes rolled, pummelled until his poor prostate was bullied into a second, involuntary climax.

This time jet after jet painted him from cock to nose, spattering into his open maw. He gurgled in his throat, his inner muscles clenching feebly with each cum-spurting contraction. That, in turn, was the final straw brought the whole ritual to completion.

The naga came, and when he did the first dual-shot of greasy reptilian spunk rocketed from him with enough force to make Khain wheeze. Both shafts then let loose volley after volley, which doused the buried seed and sloshed to fill every single nook the ferret had inside himself.

"YESSS!"

The salvos seemed unending, those spouting cocks falling out of sync and pulsing one after another as they unloaded their reservoirs of sloppy, silky snake slime. By the time they ran empty Khain's once-lean belly had become a groaning, wobbling globe; swollen so tight that the shine of his skin was visible beneath his fur. It was only the incredibly girthy plug of those huge pricks inside him that prevented it all from blowing out of him in a deluge, like champagne from an uncorked bottle.

"Aaaah." The reptile heaved a long sigh of satisfaction, surely as expected after such a release. "Sssuch a rare pleasssure..." He put a heavy hand on the summit of Khain's rounded gut, squeezing it with his fingers. Gooey seed seeped up around his hilted shafts when he did, and the ferret squirmed and groaned. "It will be weeksss before you bear my misssstressss her new guardian. Until then you will ssstay with me." A perturbing glint shone in the naga's eye. "I am cccertain we shall both find the arrangement... Enjoyable. Do you not agree?"

Khain could only give another weak gurgle.