I Want
Mauro's estate, if it could be called that, walled off the entirety of a single forest. The stench of fear and death sank deeply into the soil. Every spring, the blossoms bloom red and nothing else. Their nectar smells of dying screams. A single fox walks alone, trying to survive like all else in those damned woods. His paws freeze when he realizes all has gone silent. No birds nor bugs, even the wind has calmed its breath. Nothing but his panting and the beat of his heart can be heard. They are deafening and he no longer can hear anything else.
A few dead leaves rustle and the fox turns in terror. A small grey thing scurries through it, away from him. It's not what he fears. No. What he fears, wraps his arms around the furry chest. The bushy tail brushes against a mass of scales. He doesn't whether everything in his body has stopped or sped up. "Are you afraid of me?" The calm, quiet voice is like poisoned honey. "Your heart is quaking." His soft lips press against the fuzzy nape. Mauro takes in the scent of his easily caught prey. He smells young and healthy, and the pounding adrenaline is a nice touch. A tear slips down the fox's face. "I don't wanna die," he chokes out, barely audible. "I'm not going to kill you," is the response he gets as a pair of tucked fangs slip out and prick the flesh.
The fox becomes light headed, his eyes protesting being open. The snake guides him to the ground. Has it always felt so soft? The soil now felt like clouds to the drugged boy. When he looks up at the predator, his heart holds no more fear. He is like a whisp of green flame, beautiful. A smile tugs at his muzzle as he watches the creature sway to and fro. It stirs something that should not wake up. A pink cock begins to slide from its sheath, catching the attention of Mauro. He lies beside the fox, a cold hand reaches down to play with the soft balls. His fingers are slow and meticulous. He watches the penis slide out like the sun rising from the mountains. Twisting himself about, Mauro lowers his head between the fox's legs, his tongue wrapping around the erection like a hangman's noose. Oh how the poor fox cries out. Everything below the waist feels like it is aflame! He has forgotten why so many creatures were so afraid of the serpent. Soon he feels just how hot a naga's mouth can be, how hard it can tighten around a throbbing cock. He barks and moans pathetically. Wanting his prey to be ready, the very tip of the absinthe green tail presses against his tailhole. His legs writhe and part, making room for the invasion. He has never known such pleasure before, already his knot begins to build. The naga takes even that into his maw, leaving nothing to want. Mauro forces his tail deeper inside, the ring of muscles protesting. The fox screams out, wanting him deeper, wanting the pleasure he can bring. He releases into the snake's mouth, who lets it drip from his lips. He cleans his face with the fox's tail, staining the deep red fur. Swallowing what remained in his mouth, Mauro speaks. "How long have you been holding yourself back?"
Even on the ground, he feels dizzy and does not answer. The tail is still inside of him and he feels those cold hands turn him to his stomach. Instinctively, he tried to go to his knees. Mauro literally whips his tail out, yanking the fox's hips into the air. Without giving the muscles and chance to relax, the monster thrusts his hungry cock inside of the loosened hole. He cries out again. How can it feel like this? Was it possible for such emotions to exist? But Mauro is not yet done with him. Curling his tail around, he reveals an extra pair of genitals, flaring with want for attention. He has only a moment to see them before they are shoved into his muscles. Happily, thankfully even, he takes every bit of them, slurping away. He struggles to breath, but doesn't cease his efforts. Drool falls from his lips as he trips to pleasure both erections at once while a third is pounding away inside of him. Mauro grabs him by his thighs, lifting his knees off the ground, spreading him open and thrusting deeper, harder, relentless in his pursuit for personal pleasure. The fox cums again, spilling his essence upon the ground, but the naga is not yet done. He does not cum until the fox can barely feel his hole anymore. Mauro floods the fox, shooting his heat into his tailhole, spilling his milky seed down his throat. Greedily, he drinks down what he can, licking at the dual cocks and even the grass, just to catch what did not slip down. He is dropped to the ground carelessly. What will come next? The fox is hard still, awaiting the next act.
Mauro's jaw cracks, widening as the skin of his cheeks become almost transparent. The fox groans low in his chest, feeling his hot breath brush over him. His ears set back on his furry head, giving himself up to his conqueror. He gasps softly, tasting the bitter breath in the darkness of the wide throat. He felt slimy, covered in all that saliva, but it was warm inside. Marinated in sweat and heat, the fox tastes salty, richly so. Muscles pull him deeply inside. When Mauro has him down to the elbows, his body ripples, lifting the red furry body up so it slides down his gullet. Just feeling all the heat and moisture makes the fox feel good. But that merely becomes a shadow once his still hard erection touches those rippling walls. He moans and cries out. He never felt such pleasure around his cock, not even when he was inside a vixen. "Please," he whines, begging no one in specific. As his knees slip past Mauro's teeth, a long shot of precum erupts back up the throat, splashing on his tongue. The snake purrs and hums at the flavor, finishing off the fox. He lies down on the moss, the outline of the poor fox's body barely visible.
The stomach walls become closer as the naga rests, digesting his fresh meal. As the acids burn the ends of his fur, his breath shortens from the lack of air, the fox desperately tries to pleasure himself one last time. He has not yet realized his fate, just that his cock is painfully hard. He presses himself against the walls, rubbing his entire front against it. "Please," he continues to beg. "Please!" Mauro shifts himself, feeling his prey wiggle inside. It's just enough, and he has one last explosion of pleasure. As he feels himself empty, feeling the cum drip everywhere, the fox blacks out, fading out of life, fading into nutrition.