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Any Port in a Storm

Heavy clouds darkened the sky as icy winter rain fell through the trees. The hunched and hooded figure hurried through the gloom, hefty travelling cloak soaked through and affording little comfort in the downpour. Slipping in the mud, the traveller spied a run down cottage quietly rotting by the side of the road. They made their way over to it and knocked on the mossy door. The wood fell away at the polite blows, the door collapsing with a rather sad and wet thud. The traveller stepped through the door and into the dark hovel. It was damp and dingy, but it was out of the rain and sheltered enough to try starting a fire.

The traveller dropped their pack and pulled a small round stone out of a pouch. Blowing gently on the stone caused it to glow with a warm yellow light. The traveller held the stone aloft and peered around the cottage. There was an old table and chairs stacked neatly in a corner, offering a home for the mushrooms that now grew on them. There wasn't much else in the cottage, save for a surprisingly sturdy looking trapdoor in the floor. The traveller knelt down by it and wiped away the slime with a gloved hand. It was set in a solid iron frame with a heavy looking bar across it. Hoping to find something dry and combustible, the traveller pulled up the locking bar and heaved the doors open.

Rusted hinges creaked and groaned as the doors slowly shifted open, thudding back against the slippery stone floor. The traveller peered in through the door and saw a set of dry wooden steps. Carefully descending the stairs, the traveller found themselves in a small but dry cellar. A stack of old furniture and storage barrels was piled on one side of the room, and on the other was a mirror. It was set in a simple oval frame on a wooden tripod. It was immaculately clean, which was peculiar as everything else in the cellar was dusty and covered in cobwebs. The traveller went up to the mirror and tapped on the glass, causing it to hum and sing like a fine crystal glass when a wet finger is run around the rim.

The traveller shrugged and turned, only to find the mirror in front of them. And their surroundings had changed. They now stood in a warmly lit room, stone walls covered in tapestries and finely woven hangings. The comforting crackle of an open fire came from behind the traveller, accompanied by the warm scent of cloves, anise and cinnamon. The traveller turned and jumped back. Settled in front of the large open fire was a huge Naga. Her purple and white scales gleamed in the warm firelight, thick coils piled neatly beneath her scaly torso. Her golden eyes gleamed, her snout cracking with a smile. She rose up from her reclined position, a book sliding to the floor. The garment she wore over her upper body barely left anything to the imagination, her large breasts and soft, chubby body jiggling slightly as she moved.

“Welcome!" She said warmly, her voice calm and pleasant. “I was not expecting a visitor but please, come in!"

The traveller stepped back, regarding the snake warily. She seemed familiar to the traveller, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

“Come now. No need for hesitation. You were seeking a place to shelter from the cold and wet, and here you have found one!"

The traveller sighed and lowered their hood.

“My name is Mathias." He said, pushing his wet hair from his face.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mathias. My name is Damara. Welcome to my home."

Mathias looked around the room. It was a lot bigger than the cellar he was just in. There was a large wooden door off to one side, and the mirror he had apparently entered through hung from the wall behind him. The fireplace crackled merrily in front of a vast pile of cushions and pillows. Furry rugs and fine carpets covered the floor. The edges of the room were occupied by bookshelves, sideboards and cupboards filled with strange bottles and jars, scraps of paper, stacks of books and tomes, bundles of dried herbs and many more weird and wonderful things. Along one wall was a huge wooden counter with bunches of herbs and other vegetables hanging above it to dry. Strange tools and implements were crammed into small pots and jars, and a rack of sharp looking knives was fixed to the wall. The overall feel of the room was what Mathias would consider 'cosy' (well, maybe apart from the knives).

“Lets get you out of those soaking wet cloths and in front of the fire. I'll not have an guest of mine suffering the chills." Damara said, slithering over to Mathias and guiding him over to the fire. He guessed if she had legs she would have been at least seven feet tall, but as from the waist down she had undulating coils, it was much harder to guess. Needless to say, she was larger than he was. Mathias found his gaze drawn to her shifting coils. They were thick and covered in dark patterns like a python. He could almost lose himself in those gentle undulations. Mathias shook his head, realising he was staring.

“Come on then! You'll catch your death of cold if you wear all of that!" Damara said, removing his sodden cloak.

“Oh… I'm sorry. I was just… uh… never mind…" Mathias mumbled, a blush coming to his cheeks.

“Now now, no need to be embarrassed, its not like I've never seen a naked human before." Damara replied with a kindly smile. Mathias felt strangely comforted. Just listening to her fuss and talk made him feel warmer. He began to strip, peeling off his wet jacket and shirt. He then pulled off his boots and trews, leaving him standing there in his undergarments.

“Well? You can't stay in just those you know. Come on, off with them!" Damara insisted, making Mathias blush. He slowly pulled them down, kicking them to one side and turning his body to hide from Damara's gaze.

“Honestly. Now sit down by the fire."

Mathias did as he was told, clambering on to the large pile of cushions in front of the fire.

He was already warming up when Damara returned (Mathias hadn't even noticed she had gone. He was still trying to figure out why he had complied with her commands so willingly).

“There. Isn't that so much better?" She said, joining him on the cushions, coiling herself up beside him.

“Oh, yes. I didn't realise how cold I had gotten. I really must thank you for welcoming me like this." He said, deciding politeness was probably the best course of action.

“Oh, it's no trouble. I love having visitors. Now tell me, what on earth would have you out in this weather when you should be in front of a nice warm fire relaxing."

“Oh! Uh… well, I'm uh… I'm a messenger you see and, well, people need their messages delivered." Mathias replied with a shrug. Damara gave him a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling. Mathias coughed and searched for something to change the subject to.

“So uh… what do you do?" he asked, peering around the room. He really was feeling much warmer and more comfortable now.

“I suppose you could call me a witch, but really I just enjoy relaxing with a nice book and a warm fire." Damara replied, her coils shifting slowly under her. Mathias blinked and sat up. He found himself sinking into the cushions. The strange emphasis she put on the word 'relaxed' was interesting. Though Mathias hadn't been brought up to judge people just on the way they spoke.

“W-what kind of witch?" He asked, stifling a yawn. He really was feeling very tired.

“Oh you know… a bit of this and a bit of that. I hire my services out to those in need. Some people need medicine; some people need to relax…"

Mathias felt his body go limp as he relaxed completely. It was almost like he was floating on a cloud. His eyelids drooped and he could barely keep his head up

“Some people even need help to sleep." Damara continued. Mathias' head fell to one side as he let the comfortable warmth of her words wash over him. Damara placed a hand on his chest, feeling his steady breaths, and his heart rate slow. She smiled and gently kissed his forehead. He sighed in his sleep and rolled on to his side. Damara got up and bundled up his wet cloths, tossing them into the fire. They burned up almost instantly, leaving nothing but a few wisps of ash to fly up the chimney.

“You won't be needing those again…" She said with a smile.

Mathias awoke slowly. He was warm and comfortable. The desire to go back to sleep was astoundingly strong. Then he remembered what had happened. He lurched out of bed with a start, then paused. He looked around the room he was in. It was different to the one he had arrived in. This one was smaller, with a single bed and a nightstand with a stool next to it. There was also a small round window that was tightly shuttered. He could hear the wind and rain pounding against it. He got up and went over to the nightstand. There was a pitcher of water on it and a nightshirt was folded neatly on the stool. After taking a very long drink, Mathias picked up the nightshirt. It was large and well worn, but the cotton was soft and it had clearly been looked after. He was about to put it on, but a small mirror hanging above the nightstand caught his eye.

He peered into it, tilting his head up and too the side. There were a few strange marks on his neck. Almost like insect bites. He examined the rest of his body, but the only other places he could see with the marks were his forearms. He frowned. They didn't itch like insect bites, though that could be because they were fresh? There was no point in wondering why though. As long as there were no ticks or fleas, he wasn't about to complain. He sighed and pulled on the nightshirt. It smelled fresh, clean and was soft against his skin. Everything a nightshirt should be!

Opening the door he stepped out into a corridor. Opposite him was another door. Light shone under the door, and he could hear someone moving inside. He crossed the hallway and placed a hand on the door.

“Come in!"

The voice made him jump. He shook his head and opened the door, stepping into the room. It was the same room he had arrived in. Damara was wiping her hands on a cloth, having just turned from the large counter. There were several bottles lined up behind her. Some filled with a dark, almost black looking liquid that left red stains on the bottle. She quickly stoppered these bottles and placed them in a rack, along with several others, all containing strange liquids of differing hues and viscosity.

“Nice to see you're finally up!" she said cheerfully.

“How long have I been sleeping for?" Mathias asked.

“Oh… about a day?" Damara replied, folding the cloth and placing it onto the counter.

“A day! Oh no! This is bad. I have messages to deliver!" Mathias exclaimed. How had he been asleep for a day?!

Damara smiled and slithered over to the mirror, rapping the glass with her knuckles. The mirror rippled and changed, no longer reflecting the room, but outside the… house? (Mathias assumed they were in a house at any rate). Trees swayed and thrashed in the gale force winds, the rain coming down horizontally over a torrent of water. Lightning cracked the black clouds and thunder boomed out of the mirror, making the room shake. Mathias jumped back and covered his ears. The mirror rippled again and returned to showing their reflections.

“Wow." He said.

“You saw the river, yes?" Damara asked, looking at him.

“Yes. Fierce and swollen."

“That wasn't a river."

Mathias looked at her quizzically.

“But…"

“That is the road you were travelling on."

“Ah."

“Yes."

“Quite."

There was a pause. Mathias looked up at Damara and opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Then rubbed his chin.

“I don't… suppose I could impose on you a little longer? Until the storm is over?" He asked slowly.

“Of course my dear! I wouldn't dream of sending you out in such ghastly weather." She replied.

Mathias felt a surge of relief.

“My thanks."

“Now come, let us sit by the fire. That nightshirt is only thin."

Damara placed a hand on Mathias' shoulder and guided him over to the mound of pillows and cushions by the crackling fire.

They sat opposite each other and began to talk. Not about anything in particular at first. Then Mathias told her about his job. Running messages was hard and dangerous work, especially when the weather was unfavourable.

“I mean, aside from having to fight or run from bandits, it isn't that exciting." He explained.

“Oh I don't know. It certainly sounds exciting." Damara said, shifting her coils slightly.

“Well I can't imagine it's as interesting as being a witch."

Damara chuckled, a smile curling her snout.

“There's less flying around on broomsticks and more spending hours looking for herbs and minerals."

“You should get an assistant."

“Hmm, I've been working on it."

Mathias wondered why she licked her lips when she said that.

“It's not so bad by myself. Going out in the woods gives me time to practice my singing." She continued, watching Mathias closely.

“Oh? You sing?" Mathias asked. Damara's smile widened. Got you.

“I'm not very good at it, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Would you… like to hear it?"

“Of course! I'm sure it's better than the drunken bawling I usually get to hear in taverns." Mathias said with a smile.

“Well alright then…" Damara hissed, and started to hum. It was a deep, rich sound that reverberated around the room. Mathias shivered. He could feel the sound in his bones. Almost like it was permeating though his body. The pitch began to change, rising higher, becoming clearer. Damara leaned forwards, her mouth opening, the hum becoming a single note. It was crystal clear and more beautiful than anything Mathias had ever heard before. The sound changed and twisted, becoming more complex with every second as Damara continued the song.

He could only stare, mouth slightly agape at the snake. The sound washed over him, the captivating melody sinking into his mind. He felt himself relaxing into the pillows, letting the song surround and fill him. Damara moved to his side, settling down next to him, the song becoming quieter. Her coils surrounded them both, creating a sort of oval nest. Mathias knew that he should be worried by her closeness. He hadn't even entertained the thought of being this close to her. Any other person to do this without his consent would have been pushed away. But he was strangely okay with this. It was like his inhibitions had been banished by the song. He felt open and relaxed, far more than was probably natural.

Damara slid her arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He took a deep breath as the song wound its way through his strangely empty mind, inhaling her scent. It was warm and dry, with hints of cinnamon and cloves. He sighed and took another deep breath, leaning his head against her shoulder. He could taste her spicy scent in his mouth when he breathed in. It filled his lungs and nose in much the same way the song filled his mind. It was soothing, almost erotic.

Damara placed a hand on his knee and slowly began to stroke up his leg. She slid it up under the nightgown, her fingers gently stroking and cupping his member and balls. He gasped, but made no move to stop her. It wasn't long before his cock was fully erect and leaking from the tip. Her hand was soft and warm, and felt far too good wrapped around his cock. Mathias moaned quietly into her scales, closing his eyes. He couldn't move. He was too relaxed. His body refused to obey him.

Damara slid her fingers up his shaft, swirling a finger around the head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum over the tip. His body began to tremble, but there was nothing his could do about it. Nor did he want to do anything about it. His breath started coming in short, quick gasps. More pre-cum oozed from his cock, dribbling down his shaft and over her fingers. She withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening with his fluids.

She reached up and held him by the chin, smearing the pre-cum on his skin. She tilted his head up towards hers. Mathias gazed into her golden eyes as the song slowly began to fade. As the final note came to an end, Damara leaned down and kissed him. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, her hand going back to his crotch. She gently squeezed his balls, making him squirm against her. She broke the kiss, leaning back from him. He looked up at her, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were slightly glazed.

“What did you do to me?" He asked slowly. His voice was quiet and calm.

“I'm making you feel good. Don't fight it." She replied.

“I'm not… I was… I was… is this hypnosis?"

Damara chuckled, and began removing her top.

“No. The song was a spell. It has made you docile and relaxed. Removed your inhibitions. But I have no control over you. Do you want me to stop?"

“N-no…"

She gently pulled his nightshirt up over his head, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor next to her clothes. She pulled him against her, reclining back on the pillows. Mathias could feel the warmth from her naked body soaking into his. It was only now he realised how much bigger than him she was. She leaned down and softly nuzzled his neck, her warmth and scent making his head spin. This was more than simple relaxation now. It was like the strength was being slowly drained from his body in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

“Here… let me take care of those for you." She murmured, tracing a finger over his neck, and then reaching down to his forearms. The strange red marks slowly vanished.

“What… where they?" He asked, unable to raise his voice much more than a whisper.

“I had to take some of your blood. I'm using you for several experiments you see. The first is to test a new drug I'm working on, the other is… well, you'll see."

“Oh… right… good…"

Damara smiled. The spell had done its job.

“You must be hungry by now. No food since last night." She said, placing her hand on his stomach, softly stroking it.

“Yes… I am quite… quite hungry…" He replied.

“Well. Lets fix that." She said. Placing a hand on the back of his head, she guided him to one of her breasts.

“What…"

“Shhh… just drink."

Mathias couldn't see a reason to protest further, so he took her soft nipple in his mouth and began to suck. Warm, creamy milk filled his mouth as soon as he did. Damara gasped quietly and Mathias huffed around the breast in his mouth. The warm scales against his naked skin felt incredible. The milk filled his stomach and only now was he realising how hungry he was. He gulped down the thick cream as fast as he could.

“My milk contains the drug." She said softly, stroking his hair. “The song was to make you docile enough to feed from me. The drug… well… you'll be feeling the effects already."

Mathias continued to drink, the warmth in his body spreading to his mind as well. He was beginning to lose himself in her embrace. As he drank, she reached down and began to stroke his cock again. He moaned into her chest, but kept drinking. Once there was no more milk, she switched him over to the other breast. Mathias could only think about drinking the milk now. It tasted so good he just had to keep drinking. Why would he stop? His body shuddered with pleasure, the warmth seeming to centre on his crotch.

He pulled back from Damara's other breast with a gasp, milk trickling down his chin.

“There's a good boy." She cooed, wiping away the milk. For some reason her words made him feel unusually happy.

“Could you describe how you feel?" She asked, her voice completely filling his mind. It was like he didn't need to think to reply. He just knew what to say.

“Soft… light… warm… docile… compliant…"

“Very good. Now tell me. Do you want to cum?"

“Yes…"

“Why don't you?"

“I can't."

“Why not?"

“Y-you haven't… said…" Mathias' cheeks had flushed red and his breaths were coming in short gasps as Damara continued to stroke his cock. She smiled. The drug worked. He was completely devoted to her, no hypnosis required. She had achieved pure mind control. He squirmed and whimpered under her touch. His pre-cum had started to go cloudy as actual cum began to leak out of his cock.

“Poor pet. You must be desperate to release." She hissed, slowly winding her coils around his body, sliding her tail up around his legs, tangling them up before gliding over his torso, binding his arms to his sides. Her thick heavy coils pressing against him just made him feel even better. She spread his legs and slid her tail down his back and between his buttocks.

“I wonder just how much you'll leak if I don't give you permission?" She mused, smiling down at his blushing, panting face.

She took her slippery hand and smeared his own fluids over her tail and between his cheeks. When she was satisfied, she began to slowly push her tail into his anus. He cried out, his body twitching and trembling, but still unable to move without her say so. Hypnosis simply made people extremely suggestible, allowing suggestions and ideas to be implanted, but only if the person actually wanted it to happen. You couldn't force people under hypnosis. The subconscious was too strong. But this… this was pure mind control. She had supressed both his conscious mind and his subconscious. He couldn't do anything without her say. She had complete and total control over his mind and body.

“How do you feel now?" she asked with a wicked grin, pushing her tail further inside him.

“Ah! Hot… wet… ahhh… good… so good… dizzy… obedient… obey… pleasure… obey… ohhhhh…" Mathias moaned. Damara giggled. His almost delirious gasping reply was rather cute. She had almost a foot of her tail inside his ass now, so she folded it back on itself, doubling the thickness and making Mathias huff and groan. Then, she pushed her tail up, pressing it against his prostate. Mathias squealed, a thick stream of cum oozing out of his cock.

It didn't shoot out like in orgasm. His body didn't tense at all. It just sort of… poured out. The viscous stream ran down his shaft and over his balls, sliding between his buttocks and over her tail.

“Oh, how wonderful!" Damara exclaimed, lifting up her dripping hand. She licked the cum off her fingers and looked down at her pet.

“I wonder if I can milk you dry? Would you like to find out?" She asked, slowly stirring her tail around inside his ass.

“N…ah… nnn… yes… yes!" He gasped, moaning as another stream of cum oozed out of his cock.

“I bet you want to orgasm. But what if there's nothing left?" She teased, leaning down and licking up the length of his shaft. Cum oozed over her long tongue as she wrapped it around his cock, pulling it into her mouth.

“Haaah! Damara!" He cried out, fists clenching and knuckles whitening. The big snake sucked on his cock, sliding her lips and tongue up and down the shaft. She squeezed it with her tongue, feeling it throb in her mouth. She began to push more of her tail inside him, coiling it up as she did so, packing his rectum with her scaly lengths.

She pulled back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Saliva and cum trickled from her jaws, dripping onto her breasts.

“You will refer to me as 'my lady' or 'mistress' from now on. I own you." She said firmly.

“Y-yes… of course…" he replied, the new command slotting into place in his mind like it had always been there. His speech was slurred and his body had become more… limp than relaxed.

Damara smiled, and then frowned. Mathias' eyelids were drooping, and his breath had become shallow and wheezy. He had stopped trembling and his body hung limply in her coils. She tilted his head up and carefully opened one of his eyes. He had passed out. She put her hands on her hips and sighed in frustration. Everything had been going so well too. She slowly unwound him from her coils, and removed her tail from his ass (two feet! Sure it was all coiled up, but still!) leaving him to sleep on the pile of cushions. She slithered over to her workspace, hands wet and slippery with cum. She wiped her mouth and looked down at the bottles in front of her.

The drug had done its job of taking over his mind. She'd given him a large enough dose for the effects to last almost a week. One of the side effects was apparently increasing his fluid production. She looked down at her hand. It was thickly coated in a mix of pe-cum and cum. She knew from first hand experience that humans didn't… leak, that much. Snakes certainly did though. Maybe it was a side effect from breastfeeding? She made a quick note in a journal beside her. The real problem now, however, was that his body simply couldn't handle the stress. Humans were fantastically resilient creatures. Their adaptability far exceeded most other races, and their ability to recover from injury and fight off disease was impressive. Mathias would be completely recovered by the morning, she had no doubt, but their ability to handle mental and physical strain as they were happening was… limited.

This was nothing new to her of course; she had been experimenting on humans for a while now. They were the only ones who could be affected permanently by this kind of magic. But her experiments with transformation had… not gone well. She picked up a bottle of the serum she had been working on. It was almost perfect. But something was missing from it that she simply couldn't figure out. Some… catalyst that would make it actually work. With a grunt of frustration she put the bottle back down. Thinking about it now wouldn't help. She was far to aroused to actually… think… about…

Damara reached down, fingers sliding over her soaking wet, swollen pussy. Her hand came back liberally coated with her own sexual fluids.

“We produce copious fluids…" She muttered, looking over at the sleeping human. “He drinks from my breasts… suddenly produces far more fluid…"

The ding from the light bulb illuminating above her head was almost audible. She started drooling in excitement. Wiping her mouth she picked up an empty glass vial and – with a small shudder – pressed it into her pussy. She gripped the side of the counter as her fingers squished against her soft, puffy flesh. After a few moments, she brought the vial up and examined it. It was filled (and covered) with her clear juices. Placing the vial into a rack she picked up the bottle of serum and decanted a small amount into another vial.

With a steady hand she poured some of her cum into the serum and swirled it. The light blue of the serum began to slowly darken until it was a deep midnight blue. She added a small amount of this new serum to a sample of his blood. After a few minutes, the blood slowly began to become lighter in colour. After ten minutes the blood was a vivid scarlet. The colour of Naga blood. Her tongue flickered over the top of the vial, making her grimace. It smelled of Naga blood too. She grinned. She'd need a lot more cum for a high enough dose. But this was resource collection she could get behind.

***

Mathias woke the next day feeling oddly refreshed. He sat up in the nest of cushions and looked around. Sunlight was streaming through windows he hadn't noticed before. Stretching, he rubbed the back of his head, feeling strangely energised. Like he didn't have any cares or worries left in the world. He rubbed his eyes and stood up. Mistress didn't appear to be around at the moment (it didn't even occur to him to question how easily he referred to her as that). He spotted his messenger bag over on the large counter. He went over to it and opened it up. It was full of messages. He blinked at them. What a pointless waste of time. He was glad he didn't deliver messages. He served his Mistress. That was good enough for him. The sound of scales on rugs behind him and the smell of cinnamon and spices announced the presence of his Mistress. Arms draped over his shoulders and warm scales pressed into his back. His body automatically relaxed back into her embrace. It was wonderful not having to think about these things anymore. Having them just… happen without any conscious input was great!

“How are you, pet?" Damara asked softly.

“I feel wonderful, my lady." Mathias replied. Something wet and warm dripped onto his shoulder. Mathias blinked at it, then looked up at Damara. Her chin was soaked with saliva, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

“You left me unsatisfied last night." She hissed.

“Oh! Mistress! I… I didn't mea-" Mathias began, but Damara placed glistening finger on his lips.

“Don't worry. You will make it up to me now." She said, turning him to face her. She pressed her body against his, and Mathias felt something wet and hot touch his stomach. He looked down and saw her long, glistening pussy practically oozing her juices over him. The scent made him moan as his mind slowly began to fog over.

“I cast a little spell on myself this morning." Damara said, “I think we'll both enjoy it."

Mathias felt something poke him in the stomach, and watched as a thick cock slid out of her pussy, dripping with juices. She wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted him up onto the counter. His butt hit the wood with a slap. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was lying with his back on the counter, his legs resting on her hips. She lay down on top of him, her wide body spreading his legs, her breasts pressing into his chest. He sighed at the feeling of her soft scaly body pressing down on him. She leaned forwards so that her snout was touching his nose.

“Look me in the eyes." She whispered. His eyes locked with hers. They lay there like that, their breathing slowly synchronising. Then, as Mathias breathed in through his mouth, Damara exhaled through hers. Mathias found himself breathing in Damara's warm breath. Every time he breathed in she would exhale, forcing him to breath her air. The effect was profound. Mathias couldn't look away from her eyes, his arousal making itself evident. He felt completely dominated. Her gaze was piercing and captivating.

“You're only good enough to breathe my second-hand air." she hissed, saliva dripping onto his face and into his mouth.

“Yess…" Mathias replied slowly. The feeling of her warm breath entering his mouth and filling his lungs made him feel so aroused and submissive. She opened her mouth a little wider, locking her lips with him. She let her slimy saliva trickle into his mouth. Mathias shuddered as the fluid slid down his throat. He felt owned by her now. He was hers. He surrendered utterly to her. She pulled back, touching his nose with her snout again, resuming the breath play. As Mathias inhaled in her intoxicating breath he felt the tip of her cock slide inside his ass.

Damara pushed her hips forwards slowly, sighing as his warm insides enveloped her cock. She pushed forwards until her wet slit squelched against his backside. Mathias moaned as he was filled with the hot snake dick. It made his whole body flush with heat, his own member tingling as it pressed against her scaly belly. It was only now he noticed he was drooling an almost excessive amount. Just like his mistress! The thought made him squirm with delight.

Damara began to slowly undulate her body, causing her hips to rock back and forth. Her cock slowly slid in and out of Mathias' ass with obscenely wet noises. Her strokes were long and slow, each one making Mathias huff and pant. Unlike last night, she wanted him fairly lucid for this. Completely emptying his mind was fun, but this was SO much better. She kissed him again, their tongues swirling around each other. Her arms wrapped around his back, holding him to her body.

She reached up behind him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and to the side. He gasped and looked at her.

“M-Mistress?" He asked, looking confused. Damara smiled, opening her mouth, revealing her fangs. A drop of dark blue liquid oozed off the tip of one of them. She lowered her head and licked his neck, coating it with her copious saliva. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“You want me to bite you, don't you?"

“Yess… please…"

Damara chuckled, closing her mouth around his neck. She sucked gently, pressing her tongue against his skin. She could feel the artery pulsing under her touch. She repositioned her head and bit down.

Mathias' eyes went wide as the fangs penetrated his skin, plunging deep into his neck. Damara cradled him close, humming softly as she pumped the serum directly into his blood stream. The rhythm of her cock going in and out of his ass didn't falter. Mathias gasped, his neck twitching, his body shuddering. The feeling of the serum flowing into his body was bizarre. A strange tingle spread out from his neck, feeling both cold and hot at the same time. Damara gulped back saliva, pressing down a little harder to inject the last of the serum.

With a deep sigh she withdrew her fangs. She licked over the two small puncture wounds, and allowed the magic to flow down her tongue, healing the wounds. She grunted as she buried her shaft inside him, before sitting up to look at him. His eyes were still closed, body twitching. The skin around her bite had flushed bright red. She ground her hips against his ass, stirring her cock around inside him. He moaned, back arching into her member. His cock was already producing far more pre-cum than normal. It pooled on his stomach and oozed down onto the counter.

Damara lay down on top of him again with a wet squish. She resumed her slow undulations, enjoying the sensation of his wet, hot hole clamping down around her cock. He would clamp down around her shaft as she pulled out, increasing the pressure and making her pant. The spell only allowed her to cum once, so she was making the most of it.

The wetness of his anus created a beautiful suction that made a loud, satisfying slurp whenever her cock slid in or out. The room was soon filled with this slurping sound, mingling with their gasping and panting. Damara could feel a sort of tight pleasure building up in her abdomen and groin. It flowed down into her cock and made it twitch and throb.

Thick strands of goo dripped off her shaft and down her coils every time she pulled out. The pleasure was beginning to focus more in her cock. She began to speed up, riding his ass faster and harder. He moaned louder, bouncing up and down on the counter as her hips slapped against his buttocks. The pleasure in her cock was increasing rapidly, building up until her orgasm hit. She gasped loudly, burying herself as deep as she could inside him. Her cock throbbed and painted his insides with ropes of hot, sticky cum.

Mathis moaned, pushing himself back against her as the hot cum filled his guts. He could feel it filling his ass before spilling into his bowels. He shuddered and panted, his own cock twitching and leaking more pre-cum. The heat inside him made him want to cum, but he couldn't. Not without permission. He whined pitifully, but Damara just smiled and kissed him on the forehead as they lay on the counter. The only sound was the steady drip of sex juice falling to the floor.

Damara felt a tingling in her crotch as the spell faded, her cock vanishing. An intense heat in her incredibly aroused pussy replaced it. She got up and leaned back from the counter. Mathias lay motionless, panting, his erect cock still twitching in the air. Damara examined his glistening body, and could see dark lines beginning to form under his skin. Like patterns on snake scales. It was working!

She idly traced a finger up her long slit, considering what to do next. There was a small pool of creamy white cum around Mathias' buttocks. She lowered herself down, lifting his legs over her shoulders. Mathias lifted his head up and looked down at her.

“Mistress? W-what are you doing?" He asked, still breathless.

“Just lie back and feel it." She said, and slipped her tongue into his ass.

Mathias let out a shuddering gasp. This was completely different to the dick. It was warmer, wetter and far more flexible. She licked around his walls, tasting her own cum, delighting in the feeling as the warm slime dribbled down her chin, over her neck and down onto her breasts. She lifted her head up, a mouthful of her own jizz in tow.

Strands of it dripped off her jaws as she slithered back on top of Mathias. She lowered her mouth towards his, stopping a few centimetres from his lips. He opened his mouth for her, realising what she was planning. He trembled with anticipation. She opened her mouth, allowing a thick stream of cum to pour from her mouth into his. He let it coat his tongue, and settle on the back of his throat before swallowing. His long tongue slipped out, licking it off her jaws, tasting more of it. Mathias blinked, realising what he was doing.

“Mithtreth?" He mumbled around his tongue.

Damara squealed with delight. His tongue had grown long and flexible, like hers. She could also see other changes happening in his face. His eyes had turned golden yellow, teeth elongating into fangs, more pronounced patterns appearing on his skin and the skin itself becoming redder. Damara could hardly wait to see what colourings he would have.

“It's working! It's finally working!" She said, clapping her hands.

“Wath… what's working?" Mathias asked, looking confused.

“I'm changing you, pet. I'm improving you." She replied.

“Oh. Thank yoAH!"

Mathias was cut off by a huge surge of… well he didn't know what. A strange sensation he'd never felt before. He sat up and looked down at his hands. Smooth red scales were spreading slowly from his fingertips. He looked at Damara.

“Am… am I going to be okay?" He asked, voice trembling.

“Oh sweetie…" She said, pulling him into a sticky embrace. “You're going to be fine. You trust me, don't you?"

“Y-yes."

“Good. Just try to relax. Don't fight it."

“Okay…"

Damara pulled him closer to her body, leaning into him. He sighed and spread his legs for her. She placed a hand on his butt, and pushed him forwards. His cock sank into the hot, wet folds of her long snake pussy.

“Ohhh mistress!" He moaned as his face elongated slightly, nose seeming to melt into his face, forming a short snout. She placed a hand on his head and cradled it against her shoulder. She could feel his breath, coming in short hard gasps, on her scales. She flexed her internal muscles, pulling his cock deeper into her. It felt so good to have something filling her aroused sex; she could cum just from this.

“Mistress…Mistress! My legs!"

Damara blinked, realising she had lost herself in the pleasure. She looked down and saw the flesh around the tops of his thighs was beginning to fuse together. She leaned back, making sure to keep his cock securely inside her, but allowing enough room for his legs to move. His cock was also changing. It was becoming thicker and longer, changing to a dark blue colour. He moaned and arched his back as his balls sank into a thick fleshy slit that was forming around his crotch.

His legs were slowly being pulled together, growing longer and thicker as they were replaced with long coils. Lines appeared on his chest and stomach as his belly scales began to form. Once his legs had completely fused, Damara buried his dick deep inside her pussy again. He was so much thicker now, his cock pushing deeper inside of her. She smiled and hissed with delight.

“Oh yesss! Oh it's working!" she cried, eyes gleaming. The serum was finally working!

She squeezed down on his cock and licked his face as his tail reached the floor, still growing thicker and longer. He slipped off the counter with a startled hiss, which only caused him to sink deeper into her pussy. Damara rocked back, still holding him to her, wrapping her coils around his, pinning him against the counter.

The feeling of the scales slowly creeping over his body felt incredible. He could feel himself growing stronger, more resilient. Human blood mixing with Naga. He didn't really understand that that was what was happening, only that it was starting to feel good. Damara pushed harder against him, grinding her pussy against his crotch, her juices running down both their coils. Mathias realised he was drooling again, as was Damara. She slid her hand around behind his head holding him still.

Locking eyes with him, she began to breath steadily. Mathias allowed himself to relax into her gaze, the two of them sinking slowly to the floor in a slippery tangle of coils. She remained on top, holding him down, her coils dominating his. Their breathing once again began to synchronise. This time Mathias felt a connection to Damara he hadn't felt before. He finally understood what was happening. She was in charge. She was always in charge. The females were always in charge.

It was a voice from his blood telling him this. An instinct. Not human, but serpent. He inhaled her warm breath to show submission, not to be dominated by it. He was inferior to her. She was everything. She was his entire world. He let her coils tighten about him, let her press herself down onto him, let her have her way with him. Let her into his mind and allow her complete control. Her thick pussy contracted around him, his fleshy slit rubbing against hers. She exhaled, he inhaled.

Damara felt magnificent. It had been years since she had mated with her own kind. She had forgotten how wonderful it was. The mind control potion had been necessary to prepare him for this. She knew a human mind would be turned to sludge when the powerful Naga instincts kicked in, and putting him under her control as a human prepared him for it. She breathed out slowly, feeling his chest expand as he breathed her in. Her head drooped a little more, so the ends of their snouts were touching. He would breathe in through his mouth, and out through his nostrils, so as not to contaminate her air with his own breath.

Damara was pleased that he hadn't grown larger than her during his transformation. His torso was still the same size as it was when he was a human, but is tail was long and thick… though not nearly as long or as thick as hers. She loved engulfing a smaller male with her coils. The feeling of total bondage was sublime. Their breathing got slower and deeper, heartbeats beginning to harmonize as well. Mathias felt like he was melting into her, her larger body and coils enveloping him. It felt right. It felt good. He could stay like this forever and never cum and still be satisfied.

Damara had other plans though. The mating trance was a wonderful thing, but she wanted to cum now, not in three days. She shifted her weight, being careful not to interrupt the breathing rhythm, angling herself so his cock was pressing against the roof of her vagina. She then slowly raised her hips, his cock sliding out of her, generous lines of their lubricants stretching between them.

“Mathias?" She whispered.

“Yes, my lady?" He replied.

“Cum for me." She said, dropping her weight onto his cock.

As she slid down, his cock pushed against the roof of her pussy, almost slamming into her g-spot. She squealed as the orgasm hit her. Her body spasmed and her coils contracted around Mathias. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as cum squirted out around his length. Her breath was taken away as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body, radiating out from her core. Pure concentrated pleasure, causing her to moan loudly and wantonly, holding Mathias to her as tightly as she could.

Mathias's eyes widened as his orgasm rolled through him like a battering ram. His body went rigid; every single muscle in his body was taut like a steel cable as his cock unloaded huge, thick ropes of cum deep inside her. He could summon no voice to cry out. Every fibre of his being was focused on this one, immensely powerful orgasm. Her cum spilled over his scales, oozing around his cock as he pumped his own offerings into her.

They both sagged into a slippery, sticky, panting, twitching pile of coils. Milky cum trickled in a viscous stream out of her still stuffed vagina. An occasional shudder would run up his body, making his dick twitch, causing them both to let out small squeaks of oversensitive pleasure.

***

Mathias hummed happily to himself as he slithered through the forest with his basket, picking mushrooms for Damara. His crimson scales gleaming in the wintery sunlight. He was bundled up in a thick woollen coat and cloak, though his tail was still bare. He didn't like staying out for long when it was cold, but Damara needed her mushrooms!

He arrived back at the cottage, slithering through the get set in the picket fence that surrounded the property. It was set back from the main route through the forest so that you had to actively leave the main road to get to it. As he was going up the path to the front door, he heard a voice from behind.

“Ho there! Good sir, A moment please!"

Mathias turned and saw a group of men in armour, wearing the king's colours.

“Yes?" He replied, one hand on the door latch.

“We are members of the King's royal guard. We are looking for a messenger who went missing along this road some months ago." One of the men said.

“Oh? Back when we had the storm?" Mathias replied.

“Indeed. The messenger was on a diplomatic mission from the king. He was carrying important documents relating to a treaty between the Kingdom of Jader and us."

“O-oh. Well, I don't really know.."

The door behind him clicked open and Damara slithered out.

“What is going on out here?" She asked.

“Oh! My Lady Damara! I did not realise this was your current abode." The knight said, obviously surprised.

“Ah, well if it isn't Sir Barriston. What can I do for you today?"

“Well, I was telling your… ah…"

“Apprentice."

“Apprentice, that we are on the lookout for a messenger. He was carrying important documents. He was…hmm… he was also the King's youngest son, Prince Mathias. We believe he could have been travelling under a false name."

“Sir Barriston! You can't just go-" one of the other knights scolded, but Sir Barriston cut him off.

“Oh for goodness sake. It's Lady Damara. She's been a friend of the King for years."

Damara smiled at the knights.

“Well I'm afraid I have not seen the young man. Though if I do hear or see anything, I will of course inform the capital."

“Many thanks, Lady Damara. We shall take our leave. Back to the horses!"

The two snakes watched the knights head back to the road.

“Mistress?" Mathias said thoughtfully

“Yes?"

“Why would a prince be delivering a message?"

Damara laughed.

“I do not know. Let us go back inside. I'm sure the young prince is in good hands."

“Okay. Funny that we have the same name though."

Damara grinned as she closed the door.

“Quite."