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Neera lifted her muzzle up and spread her maw as wide as it could go around the large swollen cock tip that was bobbing and pulsing, oozing out thick heavy rivulets of precum onto her tongue as she flicked her tongue out. The dragon was cast on his side, stretched out against the covers while she curled her tongue out around the edges, swirling and scooping right up against the narrow opening of the urethra, doing her best to scoop up the taste that was clinging on her senses. The golden dragon was barely awake, rumbling his pleasure as she ran her tongue upwards in a smooth stroke that ran right beneath the ridges, lavishing them with powerful strokes, twisting and curling while her hands moved to grab the swollen base and lifted it upwards.

He had been sleeping before she'd woken him up, the one time of day she had a chance to get his attention fixated on her before Soreal showed signs of trying to do something to ease her way into his attentions. The last week she had grown increasingly desperate to make sure that she kept his eyes on her, a desperation that was fueled with the lavish presents and rewards he gave the small deer. She had been promised a visit to her family, she had been given jewels and her own small suite where she might be alone. It had been more than a small amount of luxury afforded to her in return for her avid services. It left Neera struggling to keep up, refusing to match quantity, but instead working towards quality.

Such as this morning when the drake had been poking just out of his sheath as he normally was before waking up, it was just a part of being male, but she had decided to take the change and her habit of waking early. It had been easy to use her tongue stir him, a few strokes and dancing curls along the tip had made him begin to slip outwards into her soft maw as she teased him. Her fingers had been mainly used, drawing and rubbing along the soft velvet of his cock, but her mouth was soon slipping right along his cock tip. She flicked her tongue out, pushing along the dimpled opening of the cock, slithering around the edges while she spread her muzzle open wider. He had woken up part way through the teasing, but hadn't said a word save to arch into her touch.

The precum welled out against her muzzle, it coated her lips, making her want to crinkle her lips back in disgust, but she hid the look as she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around the throbbing base. The thickness of the shaft was swelling and bulging, quivering slightly as she pushed her maw downwards with a slow shove that gaped her jaw wider and wider. The glans pushed along the length of her tongue and pinned it down, rubbing right along the roof of her mouth. Her muzzle contracted, suckling along the length, swallowing and pulling as she arched herself downwards. Her eyes slipped open, looking up along the line of the dragon's stomach to where he was arching upwards and moving his forepaws in against his chest.

He, for once, wasn't trying to mock her or say anything, instead he let out low croons of pleasure, rich trilling sounds that vibrated out and turned into rumbling hisses when she tightened herself down tighter. She pushed lower, almost gagging as she pushed the tip back towards her throat. There were little flexes and squeezes, her inner muscles pulling over him as she moved to all fours, her hands rested along the powerful scaled thighs as he shifted against her, pushing forward and then dragging back again, scraping his glans back and forth along her tongue mockingly. The wet coating smeared over her tongue, messy and hot feeling, the taste of it clinging to her senses while she drew in a breath.

It was hard to ignore the way she felt so near him, the warmth in her lower belly was spreading and curling, a reaction as she pushed her muzzle downwards slowly, but surely. Her jaws opened wider, pulling and dragging him along her tongue as he crooned out his pleasure and arched upwards, rubbing himself along her long tongue. She flicked her tongue about wildly, curling and twisting, gathering the wetness on her tongue tip and pushing down lower with slow purposeful rolls. Her body was feeling hot and barely contained as she swallowed around him, gulping down the syrupy precum that was bubbling up from his cock tip and drooling over. There was so much of it, she tried to gulp it all down as she moved one of her hands down to wrap around the cock tip.

That feeling of need had only grown worse in the past few days, she had been able to ignore it, but each day it seemed she was more easily distracted by the dragon when he was near her, the presence of him enough to make her more aware of her body. She knew what it was, even knowing didn't ease it as she drew back and began to run her tongue around his cock tip, hearing Kephis let out a low vibrating snarl of pleasure before his hips pushed up higher in the air, trying to impale her muzzle further. She was in season, she had never really considered her body until she had lived with the feral, she had always dismissed certain needs and signals from her body. She had been able to ignore them, now they seemed to come to the forefront of her mind. Or perhaps it was just paranoia that made her realize any change to her body and recognize it.

She didn't know, Neera only knew that she felt a humiliating amount of anticipation with the dragon aroused, something that she throttled back forcefully as he shifted his hips up again, sliding them forward and pulling back, starting to grow thicker. She lavished her attention on him, trying her best to show him that she could offer her own brand of affection to him, something steamier than that of the other female. She slurped up the taste of his precum, suckling gingerly along his tip and rolling her tongue in circles as she did so, her touch pumping downwards to run over each ridge, landing gotwards the swell of the base as she did so. Her entire body curved towards him, her tail flicked upwards very lightly so that she knew he had to scent her, know what her body was doing, she tried to use it to her advantage before she began to swallow his shaft again.

"Mmm you are feeling very bold today, my lovely emerald." Kephis rumbled, his breath faster than normal as he flicked his tongue out briefly.

She answered by tightening her muzzle down, being given the response of the hips jerking up higher in the air to stuff more of the fat cock into her body. She was nearly being choked on it, but she struggled to hold it instead of showing her discomfort. She turned her head to one side, pushing down and then giving the slow pull backwards that let a ridge slip free with a wet popping sound. Her saliva clung in strands, mixing with the precum messily as he darted his tongue back out with a little dab of a tongue tip, the slow swirling movements designed to make him react as she swallowed and pulled with a more powerful movement, pushing herself down so that the ripe thick glans began to push towards the back of her throat. She closed her eyes, struggling to hold the length, trying not to gag as she suckled and gulped, breathing coming in short bursts.

"Does..nnnf... seeing Lord Nagal here have something to do with it?" He asked, his voice sharp and pointed as she tried to push herself down just that much further.

Her throat was bulging with the length of his cock as he lifted up higher in the air, his hind legs splaying open wider with the movements. The name sent a shiver of terror down her back, she couldn't stop herself, the sight of the serpent in the halls had terrified her the moment he had been spotted. He had tried to lure her to his room several times, but he hadn't done more than that, instead he seemed to biding his time. To purchase her? For Kephis to order her? She didn't know, but she was driven to make sure that it didn't happen. She didn't care what mockery was flung at her as her alternative was too much to think about. Instead she was left struggling and swallowing, pushing her muzzle further and further down the length of the cock, gaping her jaws until they began to ache and strain in protest as her lips kissed the swollen knot at the base.

He was starting to swell and throb, the slow movements barely stirring the heavy spire inside of her maw while she whimpered and pulled her lips back again. They slurped off the ridges messily, pushing and rubbing as she swallowed, gulping along the slickness that coated her senses. She was nearly swallowing it down, the taste spreading over her senses so that she was breathing in short hard bursts. She didn't want to react to him this strongly, but at the same time it made it easier to do this, to pump his fingers around the base. She gently squeezed against him, feeling him swelling open wider as she did so. Her tongue lavished strokes before she pushed her muzzle downwards, swallowing and gulping, squeezing and pushing lower along the underside. She was pushing him deeper as he growled, his hind legs spreading wider in invitation for her attentions, basking in them.

Just as she was starting to feel some measure of confidence in the act, she heard a trilling little sigh from above her. Neera opened her eyes, to see the little doe perched on her chest, she must have slipped into the room at some point hearing the commotion, but now she was straddling the scaled torso and leaning forward to kiss the dragon. It was full of tongues and set noises, working together in the most disgusting way possible as she held either side of his cheek. The dragoness bristled, outraged at the sight of the doe trying to slip into the shared moment without even so much as asking. She had her tail flagged up in the sluttish way she typically showed, her muzzle tilted as she moaned in delight while the dragon kissed her. It was enough that Neera paused her movements, her own breathing rapid as precum drooled from the heavy cock tip and the dragon shifted his hips up encouragingly.

She had thought she had the morning to herself with Kephis, a chance to get more securely into his attentions, but now she was once more caught and ensnared by the doe's eagerness. She forced herself to look away, she had to concentrate on what she was doing, she had to make sure that she wasn't going to be upstaged completely, she would stand out on her own merit. No matter what humiliation she felt, she pushed her muzzle down onto the cock and swallowed around him, gulping and squeezing with her swirling tongue to pin him right along the roof of her mouth. Her fingers were sticky and wet as she strokes and squeezed, using both hands to wrap around the base knot as she lavished her attention on him. There was no room for shame here, nor for her pride. She had only enough room to try and make sure that he was going to think more of her than of the doe on his chest.

Neera's eyes closed tightly while she began to bob her head up and down, pulling and tasting the salty precum splattering into her muzzle. She caught it and gulped down, putting her entire body into her movements, not struggling against the faint urges that came from being in season. She wanted to touch him, the primal instincts that should have been buried beneath civility had been hammered to the surface from the sheer amount of time she had spent being little more than an animal's play thing. She gave into it, swallowing and working her muzzle over him, pushing down hard enough to send the cock tip spearing into her muzzle, nearly chocking her on the taste of him, but even that wasn't enough to stop her from trying to push more into her maw. He was letting out muffled sounds of pleasure, the doe was trying to distract him, or rather, she was doing her best to keep him entirely occupied as she wiggled closer and was nearly riding the paw that was cupping against her ass.

Neera dismissed her worry and concern, instead she let herself do what she wanted to do, trying not to listen or to look as the knot began to swell at the base, bulging and spreading her fingers open wider. She squeezed against it, kneading with her finger tips in an attempt to make him feel as if he was locked inside of her body. He thrumming rumble burst free and filled her ears while the hips arched upwards, rocking her and making her struggle to keep ahold of herself as she was tipped forward and then fell back against him. She spread her legs along his tail base, deliberately pressing down against him, her swollen sleek cunny resting against the scales as she gulped down again and felt the edge of his barbs tickling into the back of her throat. She nearly gagged, the convulsions gripped around him tightly, but she managed to get herself under control at the last moment, feeling the first pulse running along the length of the drake's powerful length.

She didn't draw back, she didn't even try to turn her head about to escape, instead she pushed down harder and forced the cock tip right into her throat. Neera's entire body tensed, she felt the knots flaring open, pushing against her hands, spreading them wider and wider as she struggled with the length and girth. She couldn't breathe as he grew too large, her jaws nearly popping to hold him while she squeezed along his length, pulling and swallowing, working as the cock tip began to quiver and twitch within her jaws. The hot rivulet of cum began to build up, she could almost feel the narrow tube being glutted with the rich rush of virile seed, she didn't have to wait for long before the first hot blast erupted right inside of her tender muzzle.

The stream flooded out and into her, hot and splattering back against the line of his throat, making him nearly choke around it as rope after rope was being poured into the back of her throat. She nearly choked on it, the thick spill was making her struggle as Kephis snarled out his pleasure. She squeezed around the spire, gripping the knot and pulling as he flooded her, making her jerk and strain to pull the heavy cock tip form her throat as the barbs raked her aching throat in one pull. The hot stream of cum flooded her maw, pooling along her tongue and some of it escaped to drool along her jawline, not that she could stop it as she swallowed and puled, suckling along him with light bobbing movements of her head, trying to take down as much as she could, even though it was far too much being pushed into her jaws.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Neera was embarrassed, she was humiliated and looked as if she was ready to storm out of the room at any moment, but she remained tucked in against his loins with her muzzle painted in the pearly cum that was drooling along the muzzle. It was a lovely sight, one that he savored as the doe wriggled between his paws and tried to engage his attention. He gave her some amount, but it was hard not to focus on the dragoness between his loins. The scent of her heat was a constant now, every day he woke up to it, stirred by the warmth and heat that ran through his loins. She was deep in heat, her body practically screaming to be filled once again, enough that he often went to sleep with dreams of what he intended to do. It was offset with the knowledge that his clutch was due to hatch, their eggs were shaking constantly now, at any time they might break free into the light and the hatching room would once again be empty.

"Well done, girl." He complimented Neera as she fell back into the pillows and wiped her muzzle, her cheeks colored beautifully. "A fine way to awaken on the day we celebrate the hatching of my heirs."

"Shall I come with you, Master?" Soreal asked sweetly, her ears pricked up high on her head with every evidence of eagerness. "I would be pleased to serve you at the feast."

Neera's muzzle opened and snapped shut again, but he saw the movement before she could hide it. She doesn't want to follow Soreal's attempts, she wants to be unique.

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"There will be many people there, many of my peers, it would be wrong to bring you to such a celebration." He murmured to the doe. "It will be a formal affair."

"Is that why Lord Nagal has come?" Neera spoke up, her voice showing just a taste of nervousness in it.

"Of course, tonight there will be food and music, there will be old chants and prayers for a healthy hatching." He rolled over onto his back, the movement running his tail along Neera as the doe settled against his forelegs.

She was starting to become bolder, the dragoness was, she was struggling to find a way to retain his interest in her and each day he delighted in just how hard she worked. He had invited the naga in particular, he wanted to make sure that she was on guard for what the future might hold for her. It only took a hint to make her strive to impress him, her attempts delighting him in so many ways as she kept working to catch and hold his eye. The fact she was in season was something that made him want to nudge her a bit more, especially after the cold reception she had given him after he had allowed the kelpie to have his way. She couldn't even argue against what happened or try to convince him that he had done something wrong, she had agreed to it all. Just as he had hopes that she would agree to something far more lasting than a night with a monster.

He pushed himself up from his nest with a slight groan, shifting his wings along his back as the females moved to the edges of his nest. He found it enjoyable having them there, their warmth and bodies so close to his own, even if the scent of the dragoness was enough that he was nearly always on edge. His work and plans helped to keep him distracted, but the time was coming that he was going to edge her into exactly where he wanted her to be. He had every intention of seeing her freshly seeded this evening, her body brimming with his future clutch, but he would tread carefully.

"Afterwards there will be a small gathering in the garden, one that I do not intend to attend alone." He swung his eyes towards his females as he stretched himself out, letting his wings move along his back. "You will both attend me there, it is traditional for me to offer my allies females for that gathering, a celebration of fertility and life."

"We will be servicing them?" Soreal asked, though she hardly seemed to find it a distressing idea as she kneeled in the pillows.

"Yes, though I would prefer to have one of you with me." He yawned, shaking himself out. "Perhaps you, Soreal, you are still struggling to take my full length."

"Sir, would she not be better with Nagal? He has...exotic tastes." Neera spoke up, her voice slightly strained as he pretended to dismiss her.

"Nagal is vigorous, a female with your...capacity would be better suited to him." He deliberately dropped the hint as he started towards the bathing chamber. "I will decide later, for now, I need to be cleaned and ready for today."

He didn't say more, he wasn't going to say more, he would leave it up to Neera to find out how to coax him into letting her be the one to personally attend him. She had only one choice, after all, to flaunt herself and her fertile body for him to fill. He nearly purred at the idea of how she might argue with him, demanding that he seed her personally. The start of a new generation as his first heirs cracked their shells, it would be an evening to remember, and one he had every intention of savoring to its fullest.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Ssso, are you coming here to plead for me to take you into my houssse?" Nagal was drawling, mocking her as he remained coiled on the heated rock that was located in the small courtyard outside of his suite.

Neera struggled to keep herself from saying anything that she would regret, even though she wanted to snap back at him, the temptation to deny everything right on the tip of her tongue. Her mind was still filled with the conversation she had had this morning, the idea that Kephis was willing to give her to Nagal and the rest of the room had chilled her. He had not tried to offer them a way to impress him on who he would choose, or brought up anything more than a commentary that she should be better suited because she was able to take larger creatures without struggling. That had been a humiliating comment, one that still burned in her ears. It had all been hinted that she was growing too loose to be of interest to him.

It left her with two choices on how to proceed. She could admit defeat and try her best to convince him to still keep her on as a servant, working as a groom, but the idea chilled her as she considered the kelpie. He was a monster, more than that, he was a monster that had begun to stalk her the moment she walked into the stable. She was still hurt from his teeth and claws, the wounds freshly closing and making her wince whenever she extended herself. Her other choice was riskier and more frightening, it was giving him something precious, something that the deer could not replicate and doing so in a fashion that would make his affections firmly stay with her.

"No, sir, I came only to beg a boon." She answered and dipped her head down as the naga continued to bask in the sun.

"A ssshame your massster refussses to allow me to enjoy you before the feassst, but you will have to leave dissssapointed." He hissed, closing his golden eyes. "I can wait for late tonight."

She didn't want to face him, but he had been reassessed in her mind as to the list of who she was most terrified of. The kelpie was now her nightmares, but Nagal was a close second, just being near the large coiled body made her pulse race and become distinctly aware of just how far away the door was. She should have run, and she would have, but her plan was wrapped around the idea that she was going to make Kephis burn for her, to think of nothing but her. It wouldn't be an attempt to catch his eye first, she would have no competition, she just had to make sure that she did it right. He had to be aware she was in season, last time he had leapt on her the moment her scent had changed, but perhaps he didn't want to repeat what he had done. In any case, she would do what she had to do.

If this my life, I will take what I can control and hold it. _ She thought fiercely. She controlled little in her world, but she would not be cast aside, nor replaced, nor demoted. _He has enjoyed watching Soreal and I fight for his regard, but I have not. I will put an end to it.

"I want you to bite me.. As you did before." She spoke before she could re-think her plan and tried to sound sure of herself. "Sir, you bit me last time and your venom caused my body to-"

"Did you enjoy that, little ssslave?" Nagal's eyes fixated on her, the bright points making her feel like a mouse in his regard. "Sssso quickly you want a repeat?"

"Yes..sir." She answered and kept her eyes locked with his. "I think it would please my master a great deal."

"Ahhh him." The serpent shifted, almost a shrug. The sunlight made his black body almost glow, his size seeming larger as the hood flared with interest. "But what do I receive for giving you thisss boon? My bite isss not free unlessss I am the one partaking of the effectsss."

He was watching her closer, the strange alien stare made her hold in place, hardly daring to breath as he moved towards her with a rippling of the powerful muscled body. He didn't move in the right fashion, everything he did was too animalistic and strange, the hood rippling and spreading, the underside contracting and squeezing. She vividly remembered what his bite had done to her, the way she had tightened and swelled, her body flush with blood until she had been nearly split in two. He wasn't as large as Kephis, not at all, but if the dragon would make pointed remarks about her easily fitting others, she would give him something he wasn't about to expect. Her body was already flush with her season, but this would impress him, give him something new, something exotic to pleasure him.

_And keep me out of Nagal's coils. _ She thought and stifled a shiver as best that she could manage, instead she stepped forward as the heat radiated to brush along her nearly nude front.

"What would the lord Nagal desire from me?" She asked softly and saw his eyes shifting, the slit flaring open wider to drink her in, hypnotically pinning down and opening once more.

"A day." He answered, extending his head towards her, the length of his tongue slipping from the indentation at the apex of his muzzle. "One full day in which I sssstrip you of all memory, and a day do what I will with you."

"Strip my memory?" Neera asked, oh how she knew what he could do if he chose, their first meeting had been twisted through her mind, glimpses of what had happened were ghostly memories, but she was missing chunks.

"All of it." He was moving his long body, twisting it around on itself, bringing himself closer to her. The slow sensuous movements drawing him ever closer. "I want to swallow down every moment I spend with you and leave your only memories those of your body, where you can only hope to guess what I've done to you."

"That.." She almost told him that it didn't sound like a fair trade, what did it matter to her what he did as long as she had no memory of it?

She didn't have to continue her sentence to realize exactly what it might mean. If she had no memory of what was done to her, she couldn't even be promised that it had only been a day, or a night, he could take however much he wanted from her and she could never say anything against him. He could impregnate her if he wanted, he could degrade her publically, he could harm her or worse. The lack of memory would not give her any solace that nothing had been done to her, she would be filled with doubt. What if he hypnotized her? Made her take a stand against Kephis or demand to be sold? She swallowed as the serpent shifted his large coils twisting out to slowly start to move around her legs. The long tip moved back towards her ankle as he waited for her answer. She drew in a breath, almost gasping it in and her stomach gave a little leap before the scaling ran along her calf and slipped upwards in a slow tender caress.

"One day, 24 hours and that is all." She spoke softly, watching his eyes brighten eagerly. "No longer than that."

"I would need no longer." His heavy coils worked around her and his jaws gaped open, the fangs descending from where they had been tucked up against the roof of the mouth, glistening in the light.

He pinned her legs in place, Neera felt the coils working and sliding along her as he pulled her in closer and began to drop towards the curve of her shoulder. She tensed, muscles spasming as the tips nearly brushed against her neck. She could barely keep herself still as his tongue probed her, the slow push and rub that caressed her and swung and circles, slathering a spill of saliva that made her feel the prickle of numbness spread over the area. There was no bracing herself for the sudden prick against the edge of her collar bone, staring to sink past the protective scaling. As the naga snapped his jaws down with the strike of his fangs, the impact throwing her forward just as the bells began to chime through the estate. A glory of silvery sound heralding the first egg hatching deep within the compound.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Gold and bronze, the small creatures that were tucked inside the warming lamps that allowed them to maintain a body temperature outside of the shell. They were all four lgged, large and ungainly with wings that were never quite in the right position. Two males and a single female were curled together until one only knew the amount of dragonets by the sweep of their horns. They had hatched with powerful strokes of their beaks against the shell, not one of them struggling to get free, she had seen that much of it when she'd finally gotten there. Neera could only watch as those gathered spoke of them, their attention fixated on how large they were, how well they had eaten, the strength of their limbs while Kephis stood proudly at the head table, looking over his brood with quiet pride.

Neera found it harder to feel pride, harder to think of the dragonets being her own instead of simply the dragons. She had birthed them, she had carried them, but there was little about them they spoke to her instincts. They carried some of her coloration, one of them even had a series of fins that ran along the length of his tail and between his paws when he spread them, but she hadn't wanted to carry them. They had hatched voracious, snapping up the proffered meat and bolted it down, they hadn't even done more than stare up at their sire before collapsing into sleep, their stomachs strained taut from their meal.

Just thinking of swollen stomachs made Neera's attention falter, her eyes partially closing as she could feel the fact her body was flush with the venom. It had been bad enough before when the snake had taken advantage of her, but now there was no distraction. She felt hot and cold in turns, which was to be expected, her body was fighting the venom that enflamed her and made her skin swell. It wasn't simply her vent that was now swollen, her lips and tongue were, her pucker, her skin was swollen ever so slightly. It wasn't enough to mar her features, but enough that she could feel it, feel the way the air kissed against her and every movement was a torment. A humiliating torment when she added in to the fact that she wore a loose silk loin cloth that went between her legs and hugged tightly against her outer lips. It rubbed against her, caressing her in places and ways that made her want to breathe faster or squirm in place, both things she had to stop.

She was wet, coating the silk, darkening a pattern into it that the loose folds thankfully hid, but she knew that she was advertising herself to everyone in the vicinity. Several males had glanced over at her, looking with arousal, ears pricked and eyes intent on her when she passed them. Soreal didn't garner have the interest, though the doe was quite happy with flirting with everyone. She stayed close to the dragon with her ears up, quietly praising him for the clutch that had finally come to fruition. Neera looked back at them, the sleeping forms, they were her offspring, her sons and daughter, she felt slightly dizzy thinking about it and gave her head a rough shake back and forth.

"Are they not perfect? Look at the smaller male! First hatched and already he has dominated the brood." Kephis rumbled and tilted his head to one side, looking at the doe. "I am sure our offspring will rival them in grace, ingenuity."

"Of course, Master." She answered, her ears pricking up on her head, looking eager as she stepped closer to the dragon. "I would be blessed to carry your eggs."

Neera drew in a breath as the party continued around them, a more relaxed gathering than the stiff formal dinner, one where there were places that a male might retreat with a favored female. Kephis had turned his harem loose freely, the gryphons and dragonesses that lived within the bounds of their room had been allowed to seduce who they wished. There were some that had already retreated, avidly celebrating the life of the new dragonets by trying to implant life in another female. She tried not to think of Nagal, the snake was still coiled and waiting, his eyes fixated on the head of the table. He hoped that she would fail, that she would be sent to join him where he might enjoy her all over again, she had no doubt that he would find it a great joke that her attempt to give Kephis something different would fail miserably and she would still be within his debt.

She stepped forward, feeling the silk running over her swollen cunny until she let out a breathy noise in her throat. She couldn't stop it, the gentle caresses made her shiver in place, running right between her puffy folds with a touch that made her aware of just how her soft body wanted to be stroked. The nerves were at the surface, demanding and sleek, the wetness clinging until the silk was entirely covered in the slippery arousal. She could scent herself, the sweet-honey scent of estrus, it had only grown as the venom had coursed through her body, advertising her state. The dragon's nostrils flared as she came closer, though Kephis didn't turn to her, he knew what she was ready for and still he spoke with the deer.

"Are our offspring so lacking?" She spoke, putting a sultry tone to her voice as she did so, moving beneath the golden drake's muzzle.

"All generations can be improved." He rumbled down at her, sky blue eyes shifting in her direction.

"And our next generation?" Neera answered, moving in closer to him with a slight swing to her hip, designed to invite him to look at her. "Or is this clutch the only one that you will have from me?"

He was watching her, nostrils flared wide as he sampled the air, but that wasn't enough for her. She moved forward with a flick of her tail tip backwards, moving nearly right beneath his chin so that he was looking down at her, eyes sliding down her body before a low rumble began to vibrate up along the line of his throat. The thrill of it spread outwards, roiling through his chest as the little deer glanced up at him and slid in, her hands trying to stroke along his chest and shoulder. Neera didn't spare a glance for the doe, instead she reached up and caught the hooked beak, the hard feel of it pressed against her hand so that she heard him thrumming a low eager noise when she pulled his muzzle down closer to him. She was nearly shaking, she felt him so close, her body responded and parts of her slender passage started to contract around nothing.

"Do you not have Lord Nagal to entertain, girl?" Kephis murmured, his voice roughened, but it was not a command. He was smug, he knew what she was thinking, it sparked anger that she couldn't keep from her eyes. "Or have you already entertained him." His tongue flicked out to the two small puckered wounds on her shoulder.

"Soreal would be better suited to him, or do you wish me to gift him with my next clutch as a mark of your favor?" She kept her hand on his chin, his tongue flicked out again, running along her forearm.

"He would enjoy putting his clutch inside of you, wouldn't he?" Kephis' eyes narrowed slightly and let out a hot breath against her.

"I don't want his clutch." She answered, her heart was leaping into her throat, pounding in her ears, her pulse rapid fire.

"What do you want, Neera?" He asked softly, he wasn't paying attention to the doe, his eyes were on her, wanting her to answer, and she knew exactly what he wanted her to answer with.

She closed her eyes, despair and humiliation, need and frustration, they fluttered one after another. He had molded her, shaped her, she had sworn he wouldn't turn her into this thing, sworn anything was better than what he had done with and to her. Her promises to herself, her hope was crushed as she forced herself to lift her head to regard her master. He had done this to her, created this...persona, and even now she couldn't stop herself from giving in. He was the devil she knew, the one she understood, the one she could control, she had to stay with him to survive. His games were ones she could navigate, he had an investment in her, another clutch of eggs would make her too precious to risk.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I want your clutch." Neera spoke, her words angry and sultry all at once, her eyes blazed with her emotions and he drank them up.

"Ask me." He didn't command, he simply spoke with a soft rumble, the doe's hands were on him, but he barely felt them. He wanted to remember this moment, savor it, replay it in his mind as she stiffened and stared up at him, outraged, furious, her body thick with need.

He could scent Nagal on her, oh the snake hadn't had anything to do with violating her, he would have slaughtered the creature. She had gone to him for another reason, he could see it easily, it was impossible to miss with the way her features were flushed. He had made the dig at her earlier, an idle dig meant to push her over the edge and into his arms, but he hadn't known how far it would go, what she would actually do with the information. He had assumed it would just keep in the back of her mind, not that she would do something about it. He could smell the sweet fertile scent, it was filling his lungs, and he saw the slight dimple of the marks on her collar bone where the naga had sent the venom rushing through her body. It wasn't a fatal dose, it was just enough to quicken her body.

It would make her body swell, flush with hot blood that poured through her and would enhance every sensation. She had made herself irresistible to him, her anger and humiliation, the way she realized that she had been forced into this position of her own free will. His claws flexed against the ground, stomach heating as she moved backwards and swallowed. He could almost taste the vulnerability of her body, the way it screamed to be filled. It had taken more than he cared to admit to keep himself from mounting her this morning, and now... Now he had seen the offspring she had gifted him with, the potential of them. Three hatchlings, all strong and showing promise, already walking and attacking what food was offered.

"Please, master, give me your clutch." Neera spoke softly, her voice almost a hiss as she moved in closer. "Will you give me your seed?"

"Would I refuse my darling emerald what she most desires?" He answered with a question and moved, eyes sliding towards the sleeping dragonets. "Especially when I see the future of this mating right in front of me, but we should try for a large clutch this time, shouldn't we?"

"Shall I help, master? I would dearly enjoy helping my sister conceive." The sweet doe asked, her voice light and delicate, but he saw the instant outrage in the dragoness' eyes.

"No, my lovely treasure, go and see Lord Nagal, I believe your sister has made him quite needy and we should not allow him to be left alone." He answered and turned his head towards her, a brief regret as her furred form pulled away from him, but it was barely registered when compared with what was before him.

Neera's head jerked up, looking at him as he stepped backwards, relief and fear in her eyes, her anger tempered by the fear. She would no longer be so well trained to accept him, the venom would make her body tighten and swell, something that he could hardly stop even if he wanted to. He would not be able to drive himself home until his spire glutted every last inch of that tight little cunny, at least not at first. He would have to give Nagal a gift for the venom, he had not considered it himself, but knowing what it meant made him disgorge his shaft as he used a paw to reach out and grab the silk of her covering and pull. His body tightening as he glimpsed the darker wet fabric between her thighs.

The dragoness let out a noise, nearly reaching to grab the cloth as he dragged it away from her, pulling it free of the metal links that were wrapped around her waist. She would have made a truly glorious feral, her spirit and body were far too contained in the small slight form, but he would have hardly glanced at her if she had been on four legs. She ended up nearly pressed against him, shaking slightly as he let the fabric drop away to reveal her lower body. It had been too long since he'd sampled her, he had nearly had to bite his tongue watching the kelpie have his day, but now he was given the sweetest glimpse of her loins possible. Her delicate scaling was parted, showing off the inner lining, puffy and sensitive looking as he saw the wetness gleaming along the outer edges, gathering right near the hint of her clit. His cock surged forward beneath his stomach, swelling and pulsing as he reached down and ran his tongue tip right along the outer edge.

Neera's hands grabbed at his horns, clutching there with a loud cry that disturbed some of the guests that were still somewhat unoccupied. He gathered up her wetness, the strands of it sweet on his tongue, making him recall the day that seemed so very long ago. When she had been terrified and afraid, on the floor of the bathing room, struggling to fend him off as he had claimed her body for his own. The memory stirred him, drawing his eyes up to see her own shut, body tense as he danced his tongue tip up and swiped right along the pearl of her clit. He could almost feel the warmth radiating from her while her body struggled to fend off the venom, if she had been injected recently enough she might end up spending the night in this state.

"Turn around, Neera. On all fours, I want you to look at our offspring.." He commanded and lifted his head, seeing her shaking, her fingers balled into fists at her side. "See what we have made together."

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Neera wanted nothing more than to deny him any touch of obedience. She should have been able to tell him no, to do something to find whatever part of the real her was left and bring it to the surface. The touch of his tongue had driven disobedience from her mind, that simple smooth stroke had made her want to buckle her knees as it seemed to run through every nerve she possessed. It hadn't felt like a light touch on just her cunny lips, but as if she had been tongued through, explored and ravished with that one touch, making her want to push against his muzzle. She wanted more, she was having problems thinking, the venom clouded her mind and only grew worse as her pulse raced.

She turned slowly, catching a brief glimpse of the doe in the nagas coils, but she didn't have the attention to spare for that sight. Not when she turned to see the pile of sleeping dragonets in the center of the ring. They were no more disturbed by the celebration than they had been distracted by the noise while they had fed. Their sides rose and fell, their heads drooped, not even an eye stirred as the golden drake's paw pushed against her shoulders and shoved her forward, forcing her to stop herself with her hands, her ass pushed high into the air so that she was bearing herself to him like some sort of brood mare. His breath was warm as his muzzle rubbed along her ass cheeks, tongue sliding out to lavish a stroke along her spine.

"Do you remember when I filled you with that clutch, girl? How you struggled and kicked me on the floor of the bathing room?" Kephis whispered, his words rich with arousal, mocking her as his paw grabbed her tail base to help pull her back.

"Yes.." She breathed out, the dragoness' body seizing up as she felt her internal muscles contract in reaction to that memory. Gods, she could not forget it.

"The moment my cock sank into you, you would end up here. Your eggs were mine to claim, just as you are giving them to me now.." He kept speaking as he shifted, the dry sound of scales a distraction from a does shrill wild bleat. "Look at them, girl, I want you to know exactly what I'm going to put inside of you again.."

He was depraved, he was sick, there was no denying those two facts, but her mind wasn't a place of facts. It was a tumble of emotions that led towards her loins, she throbbed and pulsed, internal muscles contracted and squeezed, gripping nothing as the dragon pushed his head forward and one forepaw walked beside her. His warmth rested along her back, not making her hold him up, he was too tall for that, instead she was forced to remain in the pose of her ass in the air and tail flipped up, baring her swollen lips to his tapered head. His paw moved to grab the back of her neck, making her look at the sleeping youngsters, her mind forcefully recalling the day he had made her conceive them.

His other paw curled along her stomach, the toes spreading out to dance along her stomach as she felt the brush of his glans sliding down along the underside of her tail. She knew his size and shape, she had intimately touched every inch of him, but now he caressed along her swollen vent and made her cry out. The sound was loud enough that she knew others were looking at her. She didn't care, her body was worked up and thudding, she could feel her pulse all through her swollen hide, the press of her own scales a torment as the drake rubbed himself up and down along her length. The first bubbling spill of precum felt like fire rushing over her, oozing downwards and spilling towards her inner thighs in a messy rush. Her inner body contracted, squeezing around nothing as she closed her eyes, the world narrowing down to the nudge and push of the massive tip.

I shouldn't have done this.. She thought, feeling a spike of panic as the rocking hips gingerly started to spread her outer folds.

"Do you think that the venom will save you?" Kephis whispered softly, the voice warm and purring.

"No." She answered honestly and felt him starting to bear down against her, the grip on her stomach pulled her backwards while he began to push forward. She had never believed the venom would save her, only get her to this point, a point where she could make sure she was save, at least until the eggs were born.

The smugness she had felt over her plan was soon pushed away, all thoughts were shattered as the drake's heavy paw shoved her chest against the ground to pin her in place and he lunged forward. The cock tip drove forward against her, the force of it stealing the breath from her lungs as he forced the puffy folds to part open around him, ignoring her cry of pain when he popped the glans forward with a wet sound. He held her open, making her feel like her hips were about to be dislocated while he steadily fed her the too large cock tip. Her body reacted to the venom the same way it had the last time, growing puffy and swollen, reddening as the channel was force fed the cock tip. She molded around him, the movements contracting and squeezing, pulling along fat inches before he pushed forward again.

The powerful shove stuffed the swollen tip deeper into her, dragging through her passage and pushing her wet arousal through her body, squelching it around the edges. Her eyes squeezed shut while she tried to drop her hips down, attempting to relieve the pressure, but he dragged her back with his paw, sending another fat inch into her body. Her lips had felt so swollen and large, but now they were thinned down and turning pale as she tried to cling around him. The heavy lump was pushed through her lower belly, she could almost feel it bulging her slender stomach as the drake hissed down at her, his jaws open while the tongue flicked out to lightly brush between her shoulder blades. In her mind she felt as if he had driven into the hilt in the first few shoves, but reality came with the thick ridge that shoved up against her forcibly stretched cunny lips. The first ridge.

She knew he had more, and it was only the first that pushed up against her and began to push its way forward with slow powerful movements that began to dig in against her aching tunnel. Neera cried out, the sound erupting out before turning into a high pitched groan as hot precum was released from the cock tip in a torrent that flushed through her passage, rushing inwards to roll right along her dilated cervix. The ridge nudged and began to pry the ring up, making her body swallow him as her legs splayed open wider, not that it eased anything, it wasn't simply her small body, but her envenomed body that made it a torment to feel the thickened ridge finally pop into her. Some of the precum was pushed from her as the dragon snarled above her, the voice snapping out as he pushed harder, refusing to draw back, instead he used his entire weight to force the next ridge up against her sleek opening and began to push it inwards.

There was a high pitched squeal that brought Neera's eyes open, flashing wildly to see Nagal watching both of them with heated eyes, but his attention was torn between the show and the doe twined in his coils. She felt a pang of sympathy for Soreal, despite the fact the deer was doing her best to be amenable for him, the naga was still a vigorous lover. He had stretched her open, both passages strained wide as he drove himself home, and for once she didn't envy the deer the attention. Not that there was any comparison of their situations, not when she felt herself nearly tasting the dragon's cock as another thick ridge slid into her, catching along her taut stretched ring and began to sink forward to join the others. Her jaws opened in a silent cry while another hot eruption of precum poured into her, rushing inwards like fire.

He was barely a quarter the way into her and she already felt as if she were being ripped open, but he didn't simply continue pushing forward. With a snarl he drew his hips backwards, making Neera snap her jaws shut, she couldn't get a noise out, her chest contracted and her entire body went red hot in pain as the barbs flared out and raked through her. It felt like they were ripping furrows through her sleek inner passage, tearing her apart as it tore backwards towards the opening, the bulbous tip stroking through her. Precum was welling up from the tip, burning through her as her inner walls clutched down and squeezed, digging the barbs in futher, only compounding the blinding moment of pain as the ridges pulled free with wet popping noises. He wasn't ripping her apart, the barbs simply raked the too sensitive passage with a powerful withdraw, running through her body.

Kephis snarled above her, his voice ringing in her ears before he drove forward again, squeezing his cock into her body as it tried to flex around him. She was too tight, his fleshy length nudged inwards with the barbs being forced down around his cock tip as the ridges began to sink home inside of her again. It was as if she were being stuffed with a series of knots, each one thicker than the last, but they were the wrong shape. They plunged inwards, three ridges and then four, sliding through her as the tip began to push itself towards the back of her passage. Her walls clamped down, tightening and squeezing, struggling to stop him as he dug his claws along her shoulders, keeping her in place as he fed her another swollen ridge. The sound of it squelching into her messily, her own slickness clinging as her heated body was caressed.

"How many this time, my lovely emerald? Three? Four? Half a dozen?" He hissed down at her, her body straining open wider.

Neera swallowed, she couldn't answer, her body was locked in place as she felt his cock tip delving in deep enough that the tip began to shove up against the rubbery dilated opening of her cervix. One ridge pried open her stretched ring, making it burn and ache while her hind legs were splayed, struggling to keep herself in place. Every contraction that rippled through her passage made it harder to have him inside of her, the sleek inner walls struggling to hold him. She was growing slicker by the moment, she couldn't stop herself, her own body was attempting to ease him in while he ground his cock tip up against her cervix roughly. The opening should have been spread, ready to welcome the rush of semen into her fertile belly, but the venom made it tighten shut. She felt him digging against her roughly, dimpling it inwards as the ridge pushed forward roughly, his snarl echoing in her ears.

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Kephis groaned out as he tried to push his way past that sealed cervix, he had expected to be able to easily sheath himself into her, but now he fought for every last inch that he was able to claim. He was torn between rage and pleasure both, he wanted to sink his way all the way into her, but at the same time every time her body tensed around him it was so lovely it was nearly painful. She was hot feeling, her estrus flushed body made all the tighter for the venom as ridge after ridge was forced into her writhing form. Her cries echoed in his eyes, anger and pain both, even as he deliberately stroked his shaft back and forth, sawing through her with a movement meant to make her feel a flash of pleasure, his ridge catching right on her clit. She tensed and shuddered, her body arching up suddenly and the next cry rang in his ears before he jerked his hips back.

He snarled out, lips curling back when he felt the barbs flaring open and raking through her, they were being pulled back, the stimulation not what he expected, but she went wild trying to evade him. Her bucks and arches made him push his forepaw down and push over her, bearing down and sinking another few inches of heavy flesh into her passage. He opened her up wide, smoothing down his barbs as her walls convulsed around him. He felt the muscles struggling to stop him, but he drove forward anyway, using his size to sink his cock into her needy body. Her wetness clung and squelched out around him, sliding lower as he shoved his cock against the opening of her cervix again, putting force against it when he leaned forward. Her shuddering and writhing movements delighted him on a level that Soreal could never satisfy.

She had no depth, no fire, she would let him do what he wanted and moan in delight the moment he did it. Even now the little thing was bleating her pleasure as the naga had his way with her, she wasn't trying to get away, but ground back against him as if she were enjoying every moment. Neera would never be that, no matter how he trained and honed her, she would always have the spark left in her, would always try to find ways to evade him even when she was securely caught. He tilted his head down to look at her, the lovely bronze and green face etched with torment as her eyes were squeezed shut, her breathing so rapid that it was likely going to make her pass out if she kept it up. The drake twitched his lips in a sadistic smile.

I had better get her to breathe deeper then... He thought and tensed up his muscled haunches before dragging backwards from her body.

He ripped his barbs through her in a smooth stroke, his ridges being popped out one by one, sliding free with wet noises that filled the air. Her screech came out loud enough to disturb the younglings sleep, though they were exhausted enough from the trauma of hatching and barely did more than glimpse at their parents. He tore himself out all the way, his barbs stinging right along her g-spot before pulling out with a wet suctioning sound, his cock flinging up a strand of precum over her ass as he shifted above her shaking form. Her body was locked in that moment of pain, pain and pleasure, she could try to deny it all she liked, but he knew her body needed this. On a primal level it was giving itself over to him for the sake of slaking her heat, even if she was only concentrating on how he was impaling her with his shaft.

He left his shaft bobbing just outside of her gaping folds, the wetness clinging and joining them together in strands as he rumbled, the purr low and throaty as he shifted his body backwards a few inches and slowly pushing forward. The moment his glans kissed her vent she whimpered, her breathing coming out faster as he rubbed himself along her, teasing her with the glassy smooth cock tip before sinking forward. The moment he started to stretch her swollen body open she moaned, the sound sweet in his ears as he began to sheath himself back into her vulnerable body. He felt the walls straining before he lunged forward with a powerful stroke, driving himself home, forcing her body to stretch around him once more. He didn't stop until he pushed himself up along the barrier of her cervix, pushing her haunches up in the air. He wasn't going to stop until she had taken every last inch, no matter what he had to do to make it happen.

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Neera felt her heart in her cheeks and face, throbbing and pounding as she was fed the inches of shaft that bottomed out against her cervical passage. It hurt and ached, but at the same time it caressed her nerves over so that parts of her were pulling and tightening around him. She was instinctively trying to hold him in deep as he drove forward, his stomach pushing over her, driving her to the ground. The ridges slipped into her, the painful burn of being stretched open to slip over the bulge making her let out harsh cries. There was no stopping the noises that came free, she could barely think about what she was doing, her body was being ripped in two. Force fed the bestial cock until she felt it craming forward and driving against the opening to her womb, pressing forward harder and harder before the inevitable pull backwards.

She could handle the pain of being stuffed full, her body stretching into new positions to try and hold around him, she could deal with it better than she could the rake of the barbs. They felt like they were tearing furrows through her, making walls contract and ripple as the ridges popped free. He only moved as far back as he needed to build up momentum before the plunge forward and the sudden impact against her inner barrier. It pushed right up against her opening, nudging and straining, bearing down against her as she let out a high pitched call. Her lips parted open wide, jaws gaping as he forced his narrow cock tip forward and something began to give inside of her. It wasn't supposed to give, the muscles cramped in protest as she suddenly roared out.

There was no other word for it, it was a purely bestial sound that erupted from her throat as she shrieked out her pain of being impaled on the shaft that squelched forward and began to find a new opening to violate. The narrow opening was stretched and rolled up along the shaft, it pushed in deeper, sinking further into her body as another fat ridge pushed in against her opening. She snarled out again, ending in a higher pitched roared as he kept wedging his cock tip into her body, bulging her lower belly out. The size of him was designed to violate her, ripping her apart, tearing at her until she felt as if she were about to sick. Every twitch and quiver, every movement and squeeze tormented her, her breathing came out in ragged gasps.

When Neera tried to move forward the barbs flared open, immediately hooking into her flesh and forced her back as the large paws curled around her stomach. She felt the claws brushing against her, raking and dragging along her lightly, treating her to the feel of her body being lifted from the ground. She was displayed, stretched out as Kephis dropped back onto his rump, his tail balancing him as she hung in his grasp and she was pushed down onto the turgid prick. Her legs splayed wide, hands moving down to try and ease the pain as he forced the tip in deeper and her lower body was pushed down to kiss right against the swelling knot. It pushed up against the lewd O of her ring, grinding against her as the tip sank into her aching stomach. She clutched around him, her body squeezing as his head loomed above her and his hands pulled along her hips.

She felt like a toy, his toy, little more than something to sink his cock into as she hooked one of her legs along his crouched leg as he pulled her down further. The moment she was lowered she felt the walls burning in pain, the thickest point of the knot was trying to push itself through her. She arched her back, struggling, but the smallest movement to lift up only flared the barbs inside of her. There was no where else to go but down, the least painful option, and even that had her eyes seeing stars as he pushed her into his lap and the taut ring was pushed in on itself. She felt the walls stretching wider, nearly tearing her apart as the base crammed itself into her body, her juices and his precum oozing down around the length of him as his paws gave another yank.

Kephis let out a muffled bugle of pleasure as her hips nearly popped and the knot pushed home, squeezing into the puffy passage, making itself lodge in place while the cock tip sank home and through her passage. Her lower stomach showed the outline of the obscenely large cock, every inch of it throbbing and swelling as the knot began to stretch her open wider. It flared and locked into place, bulging out her vent as her body vainly tried to hold him in place, the ridges stood out through her passage as he kept her joined close against him. She almost felt as if she should be able to taste his cock, she was trapped in place while the first throb rippled along the line of the dark spire. She felt it, the nubs standing out against her, dragging backwards in a smooth stroke, just enough to hook the barbs inside of her body.

"You.. will.. swell..." He hissed into her ear, a promise, one solidified in seeing the dragonets in front of her, she knew what was going to happen. She was open to him, no place to hide, no way to struggle.

She closed her eyes and shuddered, her walls clutching around him, squeezing along the length of the turgid spire as the first throb twitch the tip deep inside of her. It opened up, the tip suddenly bulging as she went limp against the paws holding her, she couldn't get away, there was nothing to do, only swallow a noise as the first eruption of cum poured out of the tip and into her vulnerable body. It was a pressured wash, a stream that hit against the back of her egg chamber, flinging themselves deep towards the rich ovum waiting inside of her body, just needing the spark to call them to life. The heavy cream was pouring through her, rushing up along her channel, not even the futile barrier of her cervical opening halting it as it bubbled out and splashed through her tender belly. She contracted around him, her walls working and squeezing in reaction, the muscles shifting and pulling instinctively as one of his paws moved to grab her leg and pulled it up closer to her body, making her hiss out.

It had seemed like a hundred years between when she had been trapped in the bathroom during her season and now, another creature had been pinned then, or at least that's how it seemed. Neera's eyes opened as the dragon groaned out, another hot stream bubbled up from his cock and splattered deep, the cock tip liberally rubbing through her, smearing his seed over her body. Her stomach was swollen looking, trying to make room for the shaft made it puff out, especially where the stream was spraying into her and forcing her womb to rapidly fill with the spunk. Billions of sperm were released inside of her, spreading and writhing, pushing deeper towards what would one day harden and swell her body with a new generation of eggs.

My position is secure.. She thought, but her stomach turned, feeling sick simply considering what she had given into him, begged him, wanted his offspring.

Neera's breath rose and fell as the drake slowly released her, but she was forced to move her hands back against his chest to hold herself in place. His knot sealed itself inside of her, there was no room for the growing puddle of cum to escape, instead it bulged her belly, swelled it until it appeared as if she were already carrying his clutch. Her body ached, the pounding of it centered along her loins, but some part of her was locked in the sheer rightness of being filled.

"My lovely little prize... Do you feel that? A new clutch, a new set of heirs for my kingdom.." Kephis murmured into her ear, his head tilted down towards her, pupils dilated to show a bare ring of color around the darkness. "The first of many, my girl, if I have any say in the matter."

Another spurt of cum bubbled up from the tip, drooling into her already stuffed body, the warmth of it making her draw in a swift breath. She jerked her eyes away from him. She had asked for this, she had made him do this to her, she could have accepted the loss of his favor or tried to be sold as labor, but she had outright invited him to mount her. He was changing her, no matter how she struggled to retain herself, he was twisting her into a new shape, one to fulfill his sickest desires. And to do so, she had promised to give the naga exactly what he wanted from her. She wasn't being forced, or coerced, she had agreed to this. All of it.

What have I become? _ The cock shifted through her, grinding forward with a lewd squelching sound, sealing her future once more, and this time it was all her own doing. _What is he turning me into?

_ _

She had no answer as she remained pressed against his underside, only the lewd wet noises of the doe being taken by the naga. A position that Neera would soon find herself in, and of her own free will. She wasn't sure which part disturbed her the most, being in his grasp or she had brought it on herself