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Venomous Attraction

By: BerserkerB

Being a supervillain is not all about the big super powered clashes, or the numerous bank robberies, or the high-priced thefts, or the murderous rampages, or even trying to take over the world. Although, those are all fun to do. No, sometimes the best evils are the small ones, or ones on a personal level. Being an all feared master of evil is quite a job, and not one many appreciate. When the loot has been stolen, the good guys evaded, and the world-wide peace organizations are on your tail, it is far better to lay low and enjoy a personal day... of evil.

The inside of the gay bar/nightclub known as Sidewinder was packed to the brim. It was the usual Friday crowd, which meant plenty of business for the owner, and plenty of sexual liaisons for the patrons. A low cloud of dry-ice smoke just covered the floor. Flashing lights of neon greens, blues, and pinks shined and danced across the floor and walls. The dance floor was jammed in with people, furs and scales, avions and exotics, and everything inbetween. Their paws and claws danced to the DJ's beat. Bodies bound in leather, tight cloth, and mesh bounced, jiggled, and swayed. The room was full of sweat, energy, and musk.

At the bar, a naga sat on a stool, facing the dance floor. He leaned back against the bar, with his serpentine body wrapped around the metal pole of the stool. His dark scales, as black as the night sky, seemed to glow like blacklight when a passing colored beam touched him, even in the overall dark atmosphere of the club. Despite the darkness, he stood out, which was exactly how he wanted it.

He wore a fishnet shirt with no sleeves, and a gold silk sash tied around his waist to hide his modesty. Of course, this was merely a formality for the mammals, as a naga's cock and balls were inside of his body, and the slit in which his dick exited was well hidden by his scales. Of course, there were advantages to clothes, especially when it came to mammals who had an affinity for bright colors.

The black naga reached for his glass and took a sip. The mixture of liquors was excellent, and well suited to his specific palette. He turned an eye to the bartender, a cute little gecko with bright green skin named Roger. He winked and shook his nearly empty glass. Roger nodded and quickly set to work making another. Roger was a good man. He took care of his customers, and always made sure to get their drinks perfect by the third time he met them. He was also the only straight guy in the club, but was always happy to accept a little flirt or compliment.

The naga had barely chatted with Roger, or asked him his name, but he knew more about the gecko than most of the regulars here did, or ever would. Roger handed him the fresh drink, and the naga gave him a nod of thanks.

After taking a sip, he went back to scanning the dance floor. It was hard to pick out individuals in the writhing mass of bodies. Even his tongue, his most trusted sensory tool, could not detect what he was looking for among the density of aromas. He sighed and took another sip.

Just as the naga set his glass down, someone sat down on the stool beside him. He tensed up, eyeing the newcomer as subtly as tornado. He was a hare. Brown furred, long body, but not too skinny. His ears stood straight up, as all hare's ears do, but the naga noticed some lighter-shades of brown along the base of the hare's ears. He noticed the same light shades around his hands and around his tail as well.

The hare ordered a drink before turning to the naga. "If you're going to stare at me, you could at least ask me my name first." He grinned cockily, and smirked with a pair of bright green eyes. The naga's tongue flicked quickly, and a smile grew upon his face.

"I'm Blake," he said cooly.

The hare raised a brow and chuckled. "That's nice, Blake, but perhaps you didn't hear me."

Blake shook his head. "No, I heard you." He sipped his drink. "I already know your name, so there was no point in asking."

"Oh really?" The hare looked at him with both curiosity and suspicion. "And pray tell, what is my name, Mr. Blake the Psychic."

At this, Blake laughed. "Yes, I am psychic. I'm surprised you've never heard of me before." He leaned off the edge of the bar and placed the tips of his middle fingers to his temples in a showmanship fashion. "You are... Peter."

"Nope," the hare said with a laugh. He took a drink from his glass. "Try again."

"Andrew?"

"Nope."

"Chris?"

"Nada."

"Patrick?"

He gasped. "...No."

Blake closed his eyes and groaned liked he was passing a kidney stone. "Ah ha! You are... Alex."

The hare's glass stopped short of his lips. "That's right." He smiled, took a drink and added, "Lucky guess."

"I, Blake the Psychic, never guess. I just lull you into a false sense of security so that, when I tell you the right answer, your mind is blown away." He accentuated 'blown away' by twirling his hands overdramatically.

Alex snorted into his drink and laughed. "You are something else." There was a pause between them while they both sipped their drinks. Alex set his down, rather close to Blake's drink, the naga noticed, and rested his beaming face on his knuckle. "I love a man who can make me laugh."

"I know," Blake said cooly, showing no false pride or bravado. "I am psychic, after all."

Alex scanned him, eyes moving quickly, but obviously. "What else can you psychic about me?"

Blake chuckled. "My powers are weak at this time. The atmosphere of this place hampers the metaphysical mindscapes. Too many hot, sweaty bodies rubbing each other, releasing their sexual thoughts and energies into the metacognitive landscape. It puts a damper on things."

"Uh huh..." Alex eyed him curiously, sipping casually at his drink. As he leaned back, Blake got a better look at the lapine. He wore a tight vest of reds and grays - a college vest, but with the zipper open to show off his brown furry chest. His shorts were a tight polyester, black, and very slimming. Though they provided basic concealment, they did nothing to hide the curves of the hare's bulge. Blake gave a slight notice that the hare's arousal was growing. Not that he expected anything less.

"I suppose," Blake spoke up suddenly, breaking the silent tension, "if we were to get out of his place, go somewhere... more private, that I may then be able to give you a personal, and in depth psychic_probing_."

Alex stared at him with wide excited eyes. "Let me just finish my drink."

"By all means..." he said with a wave of his hand, and a sip of his drink. He added under his breath, too low for Alex to hear properly amidst the music, "My tender little morsel."

After finishing their drinks, they decided to head to Alex's place. Although Alex lived a little further, Blake worried that his roommates might spoil their evening if they went back to his place. The night air was warm and just a little moist. While they walked (and slithered) Blake and Alex talked about themselves. Much to Alex's surprise, Blake and he had a lot in common, with similar tastes in music, movies, and politics. By the time they reached Alex's apartment, the two were already laughing and carrying on like old friends.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," Alex said as he fished his keys from a vest pocket. "Who would have ever guessed that I would meet a man, at Sidewinders of all places, who I felt so..."

"Connected with?" Blake reached out and took the hand that Alex had his keys in. He held it gently, but let the hare feel the security behind the touch.

Alex was silent for a moment. "Yeah," he whispered. He stared longingly at their hands, then shared that longing gaze with Blake's eyes. Blake smiled warmly, which made Alex blush. "Let's... Um... Get inside." He pulled his hand free from Blake and jiggled the key into the door.

Alex's apartment was nothing special, being one of several in a four story building. The door opened up to a small foyer that lead into a kitchen to the right. Straight ahead was the living room, adorned with a couch, TV and gaming systems, and a small coffee table between them. Pictures of various people hung all over the walls.

Alex lead Blake into the living room and showed him to the couch. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? I'm all out of cream, though."

Blake shook his head. "No thanks. I'm not a coffee kind of person."

With an inquisitive brow, Alex sauntered over and sat down beside Blake. "And what kind of person... are you?" He leaned back, and the fur on his chest puffed out.

Without hesitation, Blake reached over and stroked the hare's puffy chest. He rubbed it firmly, getting his fingers deep in the fluff. Alex moaned happily and closed his eyes. "I'm the kind of person who knows what he wants, and is willing to do anything to get it." His hand caressed Alex's chest, brushing gently against his nipples. The hare gave a quick gasp. Blake pulled Alex closer, and although the hare protested for a moment, he quickly nuzzled up against the naga's scaly body.

"You're body is so cool," Alex remarked, running a hand along the muscles of Blake's abdomen.

"It comes from being cold-blooded." He leaned in and whispered, "But fear not, I am a hot and passionate lover." He flicked his tongue at Alex's ear, causing the hare to shudder and giggle. "And now that we are alone, I have another psychic reading to tell you."

"Yes?" Alex grinned up coyly.

"You are thinking about seeing what's making such a large tent in my sash." With a prideful grin, Blake glanced down at the bulge in his sash. The silken cloth seemed strained to hold against the shape growing out from Blake's hips.

Alex stared at the tented shash longingly. "Uh huh," was all he replied. Blake motioned for him to undo the sash. The hare moved surprisingly quick at first, but then seemed to realize how much of a slut that made him seem, and slowed down as he untied the knot. As the sash slipped away, and Blake's pride popped free, Alex nearly jumped back with a start. "T-Two!?" Instead of just one long shaft coming from his slit, Blake had two. "Two cocks... Wow. I... Uh..." Alex stared at the pair of black dicks, tilting his head in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" Blake asked, though not actually worried that anything was wrong.

"No. No!" Alex snapped out his his daze. "I've never met a man with two dicks before."

Blake chuckled. "You've obviously never slept with a naga."

"No, but I hope that will change very soon." Alex grinned and looked up into Blake's eyes sexually. The hare licked his lips and bent over. Blake leaned back against the couch as the feeling of Alex's warm and wet mouth enveloped the head of his left cock. The hare suckled on the tip, causing Blake to gasp as the pressure on his sensitive flesh sent a ripple up his flexible spine.

"Not bad," Blake said with a cool laugh. "How do you manage those teeth of yours?

Alex nibbled the tip lightly, making Blake shudder. "Lots," he nibbled again, "of," he licked, "practice," and nibbled one last time. Blake nearly came after that. Alex, perhaps sensing this, backed off and just softly rubbed the shaft. He leaned over and started sucking on the right cock, taking that one further into his drooling maw.

Blake gripped the sofa arm with one hand and Alex's head with the other. He was amazed at how well this hare could give head. He felt an amazing pressure whenever Alex sucked. The naga leaned back and, without thinking, thrust his hips up. He caught Alex by surprise, shoving more of his length than the hare had expected, but Alex was quite adaptable. After gagging for a moment, he took the passive role and let Blake thrust into his muzzle. The hare's tight lips felt almost as good as a firm ass, which gave Blake an idea. He took his arm off of Alex's head and meandered it down his back, up the delicious curve of his buttocks, and nestled it perfectly at the hare's asshole.

Alex gasped in start, and nearly choked on the rod in his mouth. "Mmm, that's a very nice hole you've got there." Blake flicked out his tongue, taking in the rabbit's scent and desire. He played with the hole, pressing firmly at the taut ring. Alex's mouth released Blake's cock and he moaned in bliss. His grip on Blake's other shaft grew stronger. Blake shoved Alex back down before he continued to play with the hare's ass. Gently, a single digit spread the taut anus, allowing it to dig just an inch in. However, that was plenty to make Alex groan even louder. The reverberations made his blowjob all the better, and Blake smiled contently.

Alex pulled off once more, panting slightly. He licked the drool from his lips before saying, "How about we move to the bedroom? I'd prefer it if you came on my bedsheets. Easier to clean."

Blake flicked his tongue. "I suspect, with my psychic powers, that you have other reasons for wanting to go to the bedroom instead."

Alex hopped off the couch and stood before the naga. Blake could not avert his gaze from the savory erection presented before him, glistening in the low light as pre dripped from the tip. "Your prediction might be accurate," Alex said with a smug grin. He placed his hands just above his hips. "Why don't we go test to see if you're right?" He sauntered away, heading down a small hall that lead to his bedroom. The hare's ass swayed hypnotically, and Blake found himself transfixed on that yummy mammalian rump. Alex paused halfway, turned his head and with a wink said, "Well? You coming or not?"

Blake, if he had teeth like a mammal, would have bitten his lower lip in anxiousness. "Oh yesss," he said smoothly while slithering off the couch. Alex darted ahead of him into the bedroom, though Blake was not far behind.

Alex's bedroom was rather mild-mannered. A full-size bed sat in the corner upon a rather bland wooden frame. At the foot of the bed was a dresser with a mirror that hung on the wall. Across from the bed was a small desk with a computer, and next to that was a closet. A few pictures hung from the walls, but other than that the room was bland.

"Not much to look at," Blake said with a disgruntled expression.

Alex did not seem to mind the rudeness. "My friends call me a minimalist. I call myself practical." He reached up and gingerly lowered Blake's head, their eyes meeting. "Besides, it's not my walls you should have your eyes on." The hare's eyes were hot with sex and desire. Blake grinned and flicked his tongue. He said nothing as Alex slowly backed up, almost dancing his way over to the bed. He lazily fell back onto it, giggling some as he kicked his spread legs into the air, giving Blake a very wonderful view of what was waiting for him.

Blake slithered over, but Alex stopped him and directed him on where the lube was. After getting a bottle from the bottom drawer, Blake turned and found himself staring at Alex wonderingly. He admired the brown fur that covered those luscious legs, sweet arms, tender torso, and scrumptious rump. Every curve and muscle on the hare's body was perfect, like a finely sculpted statue. For a mammal, he was beautiful in every way. It made Blake all the more eager...

After applying a generous amount of lubricant to both dicks, Blake poured some onto his fingers and applied the cool liquid to Alex's awaiting hole. The hare gasped and shivered with a wide smile. He pulled his legs closer to his chest, spreading his furry bottom out a little more. Blake smiled in appreciation. He threw the bottle to the side while continuing to rub the slick liquid against Alex's ass. His fingers slipped in with ease, eliciting a moan from Alex, whose muscles reflexively squeezed the invading digits.

"Ooo, nice and tight," murmured Blake. "You think you can handle both at once?"

Alex's expression was full of confidence. "I can take whatever you've got," he said cockily, but masked a degree of fear and hesitation.

Blake's smile grew wider. "Cocky... for a mammal." He failed to hide some of the malice in his voice, but thankfully Alex did not notice and only chuckled. Blake pulled his fingers free and took a strong grip upon Alex's left butt cheek. Using his right hand to keep his dicks pressed together, the naga carefully pressed the heads against Alex's slickened hole. The flesh resisted, at first, requiring a little_oomph_ on Blake's part to shove both tips in at once. When they finally popped in, Alex let out a surprised yelp. The hare's entire body arched and he let out a rather high pitched laugh of exhilaration and pain.

"Don't go too fast!" The hare said hurriedly, his voice squeaky.

Blake let out an arrogant snicker. "What was that about taking whatever I've got?"

"Bite me."

"Later," Blake said with a wink. He used both arms to keep Alex elevated and in position. He thrust his hips, pushing another inch of his long, black cocks into the tighter than a miser's wallet, ass. Alex yelped once more, but mingled in his pain was obvious pleasure. Another thrust beget another moan-yelp, and another, and another. Soon, Blake was nearly hip deep into Alex's furry rump. Alex shivered like he was naked in the arctic, his body obviously not used to having so much stuffed in at once. Blake felt some pity for the poor shivering mammal, and let him catch his breath before proceeding.

After adjusting a little, Blake eased his body back and forth, letting his slick members slide casually. Alex moaned lightly as the twin cocks gently rubbed him from the inside. His head tilted back, and his muscles began to relax after a minute of casual loving. Blake closed his eyes and let his tongue do the "seeing" for him. Alex's body let out a wonderful warmth that carried a sweet aroma with it. The hare was full of sexual energy, driven by decadent, dark desire. As he grew more placid, his muscles became less taut, allowing Blake to slip in all the way. Blake changed things up by mixing in a few short thrusts every so often. He felt a chill of delight whenever Alex let out a quick burst of pleasure.

The hare's shaft was sopping wet. The pink curved flesh bobbed slightly with each bounce between them. Blake reached down and firmly grasped the hare's cock with his right hand. He increased the momentum of his fucking, and in conjunction began to soundly caress the sticky flesh between his fingers.

Alex shuddered and twisted in bliss. "Oh yes," he groaned. Blake rocked his body faster, lightly slapping his scaly hips against Alex's furry - and curvy - ass. This made Alex moan louder, his body swaying around as the sensations of sex drove him into a further state of bliss. "Blake," he called, his voice full of sexual passion. "Oh, Blake. Faster. Please, go faster."

Blake grinned with satisfaction and flicked out his tongue. "I plan to," he growled hungrily. He paused for a moment to fix their positions, before impaling Alex as deeply as he could go. The hare gasped as the twin dicks impaled him deeper than, Blake knew, any other male had taken him before. He laid into the hare with furious ambition, the sound of their bodies slapping echoed off the walls. A combination of lube and pre-cum cascaded from Alex's stretched hole every time Blake pulled back. At the same time, the naga furiously masturbated the hare's tender flesh, working the hare's cock to the rhythm of their bodies. It was not long before Blake felt his loins tense up. A warmth rose up from inside his body, rushed through him, and burst out with great satisfaction into the hare's tender ass. Blake let out a loud sigh of relief as his seed finally left him, while Alex, who had come just a moment later, nearly shook the bed with the strength of his moan.

Spent, and physically exhausted, Alex laid back on the bed lazily, panting. Blake, panting and exhausted as well, stayed as upright as he could manage. The euphoric glow of a hot night of passion made this endeavor difficult, but his will was strong. He looked down upon the content hare, whose eyes were half open and his mouth slacked stupidly, and felt a twinge of regret - no, pity, for what he was about to do. Alex was a beautiful specimen of his species, and had great potential for more... but unfortunately for the handsome hare, Blake had craving that had been put off for too long.

Blake climbed up the foot of the bed until he loomed over Alex's sprawled body. The hare, just coming out of the afterglow, stared up at him curiously. "What are yo-"

Blake struck quickly, his jaws open, fangs out, aimed right for the hare's shoulder. But Alex was faster than Blake had anticipated, having recovered from sex uncannily fast. Two fiery foot-paws lunged and caught Blake in the chest. The burning feet shoved with tremendous force, and Blake sailed through the small room and into the opposite wall with a loud crash. Thankfully, both blows did miniscule to him. As Blake lifted up from the ground, Alex hopped off the bed and readied himself in a fighting stance. The hare's hands and feet were surrounded by a fire that glowed with the intensity of a smelting furnace.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, attacking me?" Alex's eyes glowed with the same red fire that encompassed his appendages. "Do you have any idea who I am, and how much shit you're in?"

Blake stood tall and dusted himself off. He looked coolly at the hare, whose fiery powers would have fried a lesser person, and said, "To answer your questions; I am Blake. Blake Dread. But you know know me better as..." A shadow encircled him along the floor. The shadow quivered and stretched, sticking to various parts of the room. It also blanketed him, rising up his serpentine body like a thousand snakes. The darkness solidified into armor, and armor that glowed like the brightest blacklight. The ebony armor covered nearly every part of Blake's body, the faux plate-like appearance looked like large scales. "The Black Adder."

Alex's fiery eyes went wide with realization. "No, this can't be. Not you."

Blake, the Black Adder, smiled and laughed haughtily. "That's right, mammal, tremble in fear before me. And to continue answering your questions; you are Alex Burrow, alias Hot Foot. You are twenty-three years old, enjoy carrot juice with vodka, lost both your parents in the accident that gave you your powers, and had a very strong feeling of love for me up to about a minute ago."

Alex, Hot Foot, stared at the naga in disbelief. "How the hell could you know all that?"

"Remember when I said I was psychic?" Blake tapped his ebony helmet with a finger. "I wasn't lying. My tongue detects more than just heat and smells, it also picks up the mental images in your head. I knew who you were the very moment we met. It's why I spoke to you, and why I came here in the first place."

Alex glared at him with a look of disgust. "You sick freak. I'll make you pay for messing with my head."

Blake meandered around the room, staying a few feet away from the fiery hare at all times. "I did not mess with your head," he said, sounding hurt. "I just peeked around for useful information." He flicked his tongue out, making Alex flinch. "Such as finding out where you keep your communicator to call your other _do-gooder_friends."

The speed at which Alex could move surprised Blake. The hare leapt for his dresser and had already removed the communicator before a blast of dark energy obliterated the wooden furniture to pieces. He quickly opened communications and shouted a few words of help, but only got that far. A piece of the shadow that webbed the room sprung to life and grabbed the communicator out of the hare's grip. It enveloped and then crushed the device, leaving a pile of metal and electronic junk on the floor.

"So much for calling for help," Blake chuckled. "Guess you better submit and let me do what I came here to do."

Alex's eyes burned as bright as stars. The fire around his hands and feet flared up. "Who says you've won, you sick bastard!" He launched at Blake with amazing swiftness. Blake did not have time to put up a defense, though Alex soon discovered that the naga had no need to. Alex laid into Blake's armor with a flurry of punches, followed by a roundhouse kick. The dark armor merely reverberated like rubber, taking each blow without breaking. Alex, foolishly undaunted, leaped into the air and brought the white-hot force of his foot down upon Blake's head. The helmet shifted and morphed, becoming like a blob of darkness. As Alex's blow landed, the darkness caught the hare's foot like tar. It shifted form and tossed Alex across the room like a ragdoll.

Alex rolled in the air and landed on the wall with his feet. He pushed off the wall, causing it to crack, and aimed a blazing punch for Blake's face. "I grow tired of this." Blake raised his hand and grabbed the punch just before it hit his face. The dark shadow surrounding the room came to life and took the form of several snakes. They swirled around Alex,who tried to jump out of the way, but ended up with both his legs caught by the shadowy snakes. He hit the floor and lost the fire in his legs. As the snake crawled up him, encircling and constricting him, Alex fought valiantly, although fruitlessly, against the darkness. A few of the snakes leaped up and ensnared his wrists. He tried to pull free, but in a matter of seconds the darkness enveloped him up to his chest.

With a snap of his fingers, Blake caused the dark trap to lift Alex up off the floor. After being righted, Alex tried to kick off the floor, but was unable to move well enough to do so. Blake waved his hand and the dark snakes began to constrict. They squeezed the hare's body together, pushing muscle against bone, and bone against organs. Alex tried to fight, but could do little in his position.

Blake slithered close and ran his fingers along Alex's cheek. "Such a fiery spirit you have. So much wasted potential trying to _save_people who have no worth in the world." He petted Alex warmly, pity in his eyes. "Normally I would turn you away from this petty existence you call being a hero, but sadly, I have not eaten in over a week." He removed his hand, staring down at the helpless, handsome hare. "Let me give you a taste of what it would have been like. Your eyes shall open to the glow of my darkness, before being blinded by the shade of my stomach."

He opened his jaws and exposed his fangs, which dripped with venom. Alex squirmed, but could not escape as the long fangs sunk into his flesh. The naga's venom flowed in, paralyzing Alex's body and mind. Blake pulled out, and then set two of his fingers upon the bite wounds. He willed the darkness into the wounds, and mixed it with his venom.

Alex's screams were low and lacked air. His body shook involuntarily as the dark venom seeped into his body and flowed into his mind like tainted oxygen. Blake closed his eyes and flicked his tongue out every few seconds. He saw deep into Alex's mind, watching the hare's life flash before him like scenes from a movie. He dug deep until he found the hare's desires for good, honor, and conviction. Like throwing paint onto a white sheet, he splattered darkness over Alex's morals. Then he shifted around until he found the hare's dark emotions: hate, anger, fear, and lust.

"_ You have no need to hide these emotions," _ Blake spoke mentally to Alex. _ "Do not hide them, let them carry you. Combine them with those desires you call moral, and create something new. Free yourself from the limits you set, and see the world through me, for me, with me, because of me." _

The dark snakes surrounding Alex's body began to break away and fade. The hare, free enough to strike back, did nothing. He knelt before the great black serpent, and instead of fear or loathing, he felt admiration and desire. Blake sensed Alex's mind evolve, the light mixing with the dark. A great black snake that glowed like a black sun coiled around the hare's mind and bared its fangs into Alex's psyche.

Blake pulled away. "Rise, my servant, and tell me what you wish for most in this world."

Alex stood, his eyes a darker color than they were before. "I desire what you desire, my Master. I can see now that my past held me back. The morals of my friends and family were... lies, limits upon my powers."

"Yes, they were." Blake caressed Alex's ears. "But sadly, though you now see the truth, you must aid your master by becoming a part of him. As powerful as I am, I still need my nourishment."

"Then let me nourish you, Sir. My ambitions are nothing next to yours. Take me, and live on!" He held his arms up, inviting Blake to swallow them down his gullet.

The naga smiled with pride and contentment. "Such a loyal pet. If I had someone else to eat, I would let you live so that your powers could serve me. Oh well, as the French say, 'C'est la vie.'"

Blake opened his jaws wide, ready to send his new pet to his final resting place. Suddenly, a figure burst through the window, sending shards of glass everywhere. The blurry figure smashed into Blake, sending the naga flying through the wall and into the other room. The world tumbled around him, but thanks to his shadow armor, Blake barely felt more than a tad dizzy. After brushing away some debris, he lifted himself up and came face-to-face with a canine, a boxer, clad in golden spandex.

"You shall not devour my ally of justice," said the golden-clad boxer. He stood defiantly against Blake, the gold of his suit irritatingly opposite to the naga's darkness.

"Prodigy, how kind of you to join us," Blake said with a hiss and a smile. "And how did you know your spicy little friend was about to become snake food, hmm?"

Prodigy stepped closer and beamed. "I received a brief emergency signal on my communicator. Although it was short, I knew right away that danger was afoot." He held out his hand and fired a blast of golden energy from the palm. Blake's shadow armor formed a shield and absorbed the golden light. "Give up while you can, Black Adder. You're no match for the golden light of justice!"

Blake thwarted a few more blasts of energy. "Oh please. It took your entire team to take me down the last time we fought." He smirked triumphantly. "And right now you are all alone."

"What are you babbling about? I am not alone. I have Hot Foot to aid me in-" He let out a sudden scream as a fiery kick sent him flying forward. Blake seized the opportunity and grabbed Prodigy while he was airborne. Hundreds of shadowy serpents coiled around him, holding him in place just a few feet from the victorious serpent.

"I think you'll find, my scrumptious glowing canine, that Hot Foot is no longer fighting for your justice."

Alex stepped into view and stood beside Blake. He nuzzled in close, wrapping his arms lovingly around the naga's waist. "I am sorry, Master. I was a fool before meeting you. I ruined your dinner by bringing him here."

Blake gingerly touched the hare's chin and lifted his face up. "Don't be sorry, my little fiery morsel. You were blinded by your foolish morals. Besides," he smiled devilishly at Prodigy, "now you have a substitute to take your place in my stomach."

"You monster!" Prodigy shouted from his shadowy prison. "What have you done to him!? Hot Foot... Alex, wake up! Can't you see-"

"Silence!" Blake waved a hand and wrapped a serpent around the canine's muzzle. "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's chattering food." He slithered over to Prodigy and bared his fangs. They became enveloped in a black light, then sank deep into the canine's flesh. Prodigy howled in agony, but soon fell silent as he lost control of his body. Blake released his shadowy serpents, and Prodigy fell to the floor in a slump.

"Is.. he dead?" Asked Alex. He tapped Prodigy's limp body with his foot.

"Far from it," Blake chuckled. "I used a different kind of venom on him. It shuts off most voluntary control of the muscles, as well as hampers his powers. He is still conscious and very much alive, but by the time the venom wears off in a few hours... he won't be."

Alex's eyes seemed to light up with curiosity. Blake mentally sighed, rather happy that this intrusive pup had burst in on them. He reached down and touched the dog's golden spandex. Several dark razors spread from his fingers, snipping the spandex apart. He ordered Alex to remove the garments before grabbing hold of Prodigy's legs and lifting them up into the air.

Blake's stomach growled in hungry anticipation. The naga looked over the morsel before him, strong, well toned, with a golden-brown fur that shined even in the low light. Though many would have called him a perfect specimen of a male, Blake only saw him as the perfect entree. He opened his wet maw, his scaly lips quivering in anticipation. He stuffed the canine's feet into his mouth, and tugged them into his throat with one easy gulp. The canine's flavor was as golden as his power. A fervent tongue danced between the well-muscled legs, gathering physical flavors and mental sensations.

Alex stayed close to Blake, watching keenly as the naga devoured the paralyzed hero. Blake let his shadowy armor dissipate, letting Alex have a better view of the bulge going down his gullet. The dark-scaled naga bent forward as he tugged his meal further down. Prodigy's legs disappeared past his lips, and the lump in Blake's throat grew larger.

Having his new pet watch so earnestly while he ate filled Blake with a strong sense of pride he had not felt in a while. His pride swelled his loins, to which Alex took immediate notice of. The hare did not need any encouragement, and went down upon his master's twin cocks with hungry lips. Blake shuddered as the hare's mouth wrapped around his left cock, while a warm hand rubbed the right. Sex during a meal was not uncommon for the powerful naga, but he never found it stale or boring when it happened. And the warmth he felt around both members was very, very soothing. The heat fluctuated from time to time, but never strayed far from being pleasurable.

It came as a shock to Blake when he realised how much he had been gulping involuntarily while focused on Alex's handiwork. His lips circled around the dog's six-pack abs, and Blake cursed his hunger for being so insatiable. He had wanted to suckle on Prodigy's dick, but found it lodged at the back of his throat and too far gone to play with. With a doleful sigh, he titled his head and torso up some, lifting the rest of the limp canine off the ground. He closed his eyes and sucked on his food slowly, letting the muscles of his gullet consume his prey with leisure.

Alex switched things up and popped Blake's right shaft into his mouth, while caressing the left. Blake appreciated the warmth that filled his loins. Alex's heat was welcome to a cold-blooded reptile, especially now during his meal. As he slurped down Prodigy's chest, he felt the rush of his lust grow stronger. He pushed Alex back, much to the hare's dismay, but reassured him with a mental conversation.

"_ Suck them both," _ he commanded with his mind. _ "Take them in as best you can and pleasure me until I grace your mouth with my nectar." _ Alex obeyed immediately. He gripped the warm, saliva covered cocks with both hands, squeezed them together, and shoved them both into his dripping maw. He engulfed as much as he could before dishing out a heated sucking that nearly made Blake feel warm-blooded.

Blake threw his head back and guzzled his meal hungrily. Prodigy slid down the wet throat with ease, his body still unable to put up a fight. The canine's body disappeared faster and faster as the intensity surrounding Blake's crotch grew higher. He paused when his jaws hit the dog's armpits, but only for a brief moment. With a strong gulp, Prodigy's arms flew forward and above his head, making the rest of his descent easier. Blake heard a faint whimpering, and soon realized it was coming from Prodigy. The naga pondered what Prodigy was thinking, and with a quick flick of his tongue upon the canine's body, he saw it all.

Images of the boxer's life flashed before him. He saw his loses, his triumphs, and his rise to power. He saw the young dog's nerves of steel, and the golden glow that was his sense of justice. With a mental laugh, Blake snuffed out that glow by closing his mouth over the dog's head. Fear and rage filled the hero's head, and that once powerful and intense glow went dim with terror.

The flavor of a meal was always better when sweetened with emotion. It was akin to having dinner and dessert at the same time, and the only way to describe it was pure deliciousness.

A small inner shock sent Blake's mind into enraptured bliss. He slurped the rest of his meal down in one long and loud gulp, while his twin cocks blew their nectar into Alex's heated muzzle. The sensations mingled together as the superhero sized lump slid down his gullet entirely. Blake seized Alex's head and did not let go until he had sprayed everything he had left into his happy little pet's mouth.

When he finally had the power to open his eyes, Blake looked down at Alex, whose lips, cheeks, and chin dripped with naga semen. He let go, letting Alex catch his breath and gulp down any remaining cum in his mouth.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Sir?" the hare asked with beaming eyes.

"Yes. You performed wonderfully, my little fiery pet." Alex's eyes wandered to the large lump in Blake's lower body. He moved in closer and cautiously placed his hands upon the lump. Blake grinned as Alex's eyes lit up. He rubbed the bulge with warm, albeit sticky, hands. "I'm a little jealous of him, but also relieved."

Blake flicked out his tongue, catching all of Alex's desires. "You should count yourself lucky. If he had not shown up, you would be nothing but a squirming bulge in my stomach. You would have served me for a week or so before I would need to feed once again." He helped Alex to his feet and cupped his chin. "This way, you will serve me for much longer. I have plans for you, my delicious little hare." He leaned down and kissed Alex's lips. The taste of cum was still upon them, but Blake did not care. They stayed like that for a minute before Blake pulled away.

"Master..." Alex stared up at him, his eyes nearly in tears.

"Hush little one. It is time we make our escape before any more annoyances show up." He waved a hand and a shroud of darkness descended upon them. It swirled around them, enveloped them, and when it dissipated, the two figures were gone.

They appeared in a dim room not moments later. Alex looked around, but it was obvious he could not see anything. "Where are we?"

"We are home."

Before Blake could say more, two figures stepped into view. Alex readied himself for a fight, but Blake stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"It's about time you got home," said one of the figures.

"We were starting to worry about you, Master," said the other.

Blake nudged Alex forward to greet them. "Welcome, Alex Burrow, to your new family."

THE END