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“P-please… n-no more- Ack!”
Akira sobs as the naga bites into his shoulder, completely slack in his hands as he gets manhandled into whatever position he desires. How long has it been since he’s been captured by this monstrous creature? A few days? Weeks? Months? He doesn’t even recall even being free at all, it's almost as if his entire existence was just leading up to this.
And he utterly despises how hard it is to start fighting back.
“Mm no… I don’t think I will stop,” The naga, Goro, grins as he bites another hickey onto his shoulder, his treasure’s skin more akin to purples and browns than his usual milky complexion. Even when not in any mood for any explicit activities, Goro constantly tries to mark him up at any notice, taking any opportune moment to claim every inch of him to himself as his new owner. “You look so pretty with all my little lovebites… I can’t help but add more to them.”
The ex-hunter shivers as Goro lowers his head to bite across his broad chest, his head swimming in thick muck as he tries to grasp at any stray thought to mentally anchor himself. It’s a small exercise he’s been trying to accomplish, training himself to stay completely sane of mind while Goro has his fun with him.
Akira will never forget how helpless he felt the first time the naga defiled him, sinking away from his own body as Goro’s sweet saliva forced itself down his throat, only able to watch from his subconscious as this gigantic monster took him apart. Unable to stop himself from holding the naga closer, his mouth only sang high pitched moans and words of praise instead of the pleas to stop or let him go. It was as if he was looking on as an audience member, helpless to see the snake slot itself inside of him with ease and actually seeing his own face contort into one of pleasure.
It’s unnerving and humiliating to be used this way. He would rather be dead than be enslaved to a monster.
“Hnn! F-fuck… No! Please d-don’t… It hurts! Goro, i-it hurts-!”
The same tongue that shoved itself down his throat moments ago laps up at all the bleeding cuts and bites across his torso, his legs thrashing around in pain until Goro’s tail coils around them and keeps him in place, the blunt end of it slithering in between his exposed thighs and pressing into his perineum. Akira couldn’t help himself from grinding down against his scales, scolding himself internally from how easily his body responds to the snake in only such a small amount of time.
“Look at you… being all eager just for me.” Goro exposes his fangs only to draw out more noises from his new pet, sinking them into the plush skin of his shoulder and smiling against the flesh as a hand shoots up to grab his hair. “Mm… delicious. I ought to eat you all up, finally indulge in a little sweetness. Oh, don’t worry too much, I won’t actually eat you. I like you far too much to get rid of you now, my sweet little hunter.”
The end of his tail is teasing his loose hole, plunging itself inside his tight heat without any other warning and Akira sobs loudly into the air. Clutching onto Goro tighter to brace himself from the pain, he hears his own cries echo across the large treehouse, obscene and filled with sweetness that makes his own blood curl. He can’t be enjoying this, he shouldn’t be deriving any sort of pleasure from this foul beast. Akira wishes he could slash the stupid smug smile of off his face.
This damn aphrodisiac. If it weren’t for that, Akira would’ve killed and slayed this beast in a minute flat.
“A-ah, ah, ah!” He squirms in place as the tail shoves himself deeper inside, all the ridges of his scales brushing against his insides. Some snag and lightly cut up his inner walls, blood running down and bleeding into the naga’s end. “I-it hurts! S-stop please-! I c-can’t take it anymore!”
The naga shushes him soothingly as he slips his tail in even further, puncturing a moan out from his human pet. “You can and you will. That is non negotiable, Akira, and you will know that well soon enough.”
Goro smooths his hand across Akira’s stomach, feeling his own tail poking through as it thrusts in hard. Akira coughs as he gets utterly wrecked by just a tail, his hole shockingly wishing for more as it squeezes hard around the appendage. Why would he want more of this sick sadistic torture? He hates it so much, this feeling of it not being enough even as Goro tears him apart from the inside out, his own blood dripping onto the floor and darkening the wood of this tree house.
His mind blanks as it presses firmly against his prostate, his legs going limp in Goro’s clutches while he shakes his head as much as possible. Akira’s mouth is drooling all over his chin and the snake couldn’t help but tip back up to capture his lips, swallowing down the debauched groan as Goro ravishes the warm cavern of his mouth. Even the slightest move sets Goro’s tail off as it further digs itself into his sweet spot, the sweet taste of Goro’s saliva travelling down his throat with ease as Akira’s throat relaxes and moans into the forced kiss.
His saliva. He tries to cough it back out but he grows weaker and weaker from the effects, alongside the tail snuggled right on his prostate and twisting his inner walls until his saliva almost turns to foam from the constant turning pressure. It’s all too much as his body surrenders under Goro, the snake’s spell running across his entire bloodstream and nulling everything else except for his touches, a trail of fire making every bite glow a brilliant orange against his otherwise snowy cream skin.
“And it seems you like me after all,” Goro purrs as he finally pulls out his tail, the ex-hunter panting wildly as he tries to catch a break. Every part of him was aching, for a moment or reprieve or for more? Akira doesn’t want to know what he traitorously could want for. “You were clenching so tight that I had to struggle to pull out. No need to put on such bravado in front of me, Akira, I’ll always give you what you secretly want.”
It’s when they come out, smacking up against the globes of Akira’s ass. He shivers in anticipation for what’s to come fear for the inevitable as the naga’s cocks rub against him, both of them nudging the other out of the way as Akira’s ass quivers in delight. Akira screws his eyes shut and concentrates on literally anything else but how the tips brush over his puckering hole, already leaking from what remains of that very same morning. He woke up to one of his cocks piercing him open first thing, immediately winding his arms onto Goro’s tail as all his orgasms caught up to him, overstimulation stopping anything else from reaching his brain besides the need to scream.
Another bite joins the vast array of them splotched onto him, almost completely owned by Goro rather than himself. Each love bite, bruise, scar and wound are all carved into him by the great naga, a monster that in some cultures resembles a deity in itself or the bridge to the heavens from life on Earth.
“Sorry, almost slipped my mind but it’s time to try both of them today,” Goro’s soothing voice nearly lulls Akira into a false sense, agreeing to it with a short nod before the words really process. The warm, cozy space his subconscious sinks into is nothing short of what he expects is utter peace yet he still needs to fight, he can’t let him break him like this. “Aww, don’t be so scared. I’ll go real slow for you, my treasure.”
“N-no-!” Akira manages to yell at the top of his lungs despite everything else muffling him, his own throat conspiring against him as it returns a gradual moan in compensation for his inner insolence. The inner turmoil of letting Goro have him is fighting his own sense of dignity, hardly holding onto a thread as the snake continues to look at him with those red shining eyes that seem to know exactly what he’s doing to him. “It won’t fit! P-please no- fuck! I c-can’t take b-both of them at once.”
A hand drapes onto his jet-black curls, soothingly scratching his fingers around Akira’s scalp that makes his brain buzz happily. Relaxing him once again, Goro takes the opportunity to hold his little treasure by the waist, angling his twitching hole atop his two angry ridged cocks leaking a concerning amount of fresh precum. He rubs his thumb around Akira’s lower stomach, licking his lips as he chants something in another language, the glowing orange light protruding his flesh that burns into him like candle wax being dripped onto him.
The first thing Akira felt is his overall sense of sensitivity spiking upwards, his thighs shaking on either side of the snake’s scaled body as every part of Goro that touched him sent shockwaves throughout his body. Each brush of his cockheads across his hole makes him quake as tremors heightened, smearing the new sensation of liquid pooling out of his ass all across his crotch.
The second thing of concern. Sticky, viscous slick coating his inner thighs as it seeps out, making puddle mess of his own fluids all over the snake’s lap. He doesn’t know what to think of it all, everything swimming into an endless whirlpool where he feels nothing but the need to be filled. The ache deep in his gut only causes more of his slick to come out, as if it’s doing it to entice anything to come and plug him all up.
“W-what happened to m-me…” Blinking back some sense of himself, another gush of slick coats his inner walls with itself, making him shudder all over Goro’s lap. He’s leaking even though he’s a man, a hallowing empty feeling puncturing his breath away as he is hungering for anything to help soothe his ache. “W-why am I suddenly… wet there…”
Akira physically swallows at the sudden mark that lies on his abdomen, a pretty brown snake pattern that swirls just under his belly button. He darts one of his hands to brush atop it, wincing as it hurts him, like it’s protecting itself from being ripped away. What kind of sorcery does this beast know to change him from just a few mutterings?
“Just something to help with the burn... Unless you want it to hurt?” Goro smirks as he freely traces the mark he left behind, his hand covering so much of it yet never flinching away like he did. Instead, his stomach seemed to get even more relaxed under his touch, the mark humming against his skin softly with every drum of the naga’s fingers on the new brand. “Don’t worry about it being permanent. Once you get used to having me all inside you, it’ll disappear all on it’s own as soon as you accept me.”
Suddenly, Akira feels the two blunt-head cocks start to press inside, his eyes bulging out as the stretch doesn’t even hurt. All that he discerns is the searing pierces of pleasure that washes over him in crushing waves he can’t swim against, the moans of Goro’s name tumbling out of his lips as his head tips back. Goro is the only thing keeping him up, his grip on his tiny waist tight as he shoves more and more of himself inside, groaning in delight as Akira clamps around each of the divots and curves of his dicks.
“O-oh! S-so full… I… G-goro, please...” His senses start to bleed together with every slam to his prostate, the ridges of his cocks sliding in with ease as his brain slowly turns to mush. His subconscious isn’t being ripped away from him like last time yet it’s even worse, all of his rational thoughts tying him in place whilst the beast had his way with him. “Ha-ah! G-goro! More! More! I want you to fuck me so hard, Goro! Please, please, please-”
The words slip before he could even think about what he’s saying, a loud cry ripping itself out as Goro unexpectedly sheathes the rest of the way inside, the snake hissing into his neck with a renewed sense of fire in his eyes. Akira only saw it one other time when he first met the naga, used to send pits of horror down his spine whenever he managed to dodge his attacks and prepare for a counter.
Now, all Akira really wishes is that Goro would fuck him harder. Feel everything as he rams against his inner walls, burning the size of his cocks into his ass so that he doesn’t even need the magical lube to slip back in. He wants to be used thoroughly by this beast, ruined completely for any other person who could dare save him now. All he can be used for is to be fucked into like a hole for such a godly creature.
The sacrificial lamb of the city, drowning in the pleasures of life and beyond through the touches of the snake who carved the mountains and rivers in his path.
“Oh, that’s it my lovely,” Goro grunts as he bits back into his shoulder, hanging his head there as he pistons himself over and over into the warmth that continues to sucks him in. Akira tries to reach out to hold onto Goro, his arms flopping uselessly to his sides again as another harsh grind turns off all of his normal motor functions except to scream out Goro’s name and a string of curses and pleas for more. “My sweet delicious treasure… keep singing my name prettily for me…”
Akira can’t think as Goro’s cocks rub roughly against his inner walls, a gush of slick further easing both of them inside as his entire back gets blown out. It shouldn’t have fit in the first place, Akira should realistically be in more excruciating pain from the sheer size of both of them together. However, all he really feels is complete and satisfied, rocking down further as best as he can to get the snake in deeper to cure the minimizing ache deep in his gut.
When he senses a hand yet again atop his stomach, smoothing it across the protruding bulge made from his love making, Akira’s vision blackens at the edges just from the sensation of knowing how much he is really taking. It’s so obscene, encompassing everything he was previously fighting to get away from. Yet once Goro starts to aim straight onto his prostate, hissing and growling soft praises just next to his ear, Akira can’t do anything but sob and beg for his mercy to let him cum.
“G-goro, there!” Akira cries out as he watches his stomach inflate with every punch of Goro’s engorged tips across his sweet spot, rolling his eyes to the back of his head whilst a trail of spit slowly travels down his chin. The remnants of his rebellion are ebbing away from his psyche as his brand starts to shine under Goro’s hand, his toes curling from the carnality of Goro going even faster to slam right where he asked. “There! There! P-please, harder, I want your c-cocks! Please fuck me h-harder!”
“Yes, that’s a good little pet,’ Goro laughs breathlessly as he tucks a tossled curl out of Akira’s sweaty face, moving his hand over to his shoulder to push him down onto his cocks as he thrusts upwards. Licking his lips, he only observes his little human pet falling apart from a few more precise stabs to the right stop. “Let go of yourself even further. Submit to me and the pleasures of your new life. Isn’t this much better than risking your life for the sake of others just because they cannot kill their threats? You’re safe here, my treasure, and I will never let anyone harm you. So, let go.”
He doesn’t even register that he’s actually crying from his words until Goro’s tongue licks it all up, his cheeks stained with his tears and Goro’s saliva alike. Akira is finally aware of his leaking cock bouncing on his abdomen to the snake’s pace, leaking all across his new mark and making him an even bigger mess than he is right now. His hair frizzled and sticking to his forehead from the sweat, his entire body covered in a hue of soft reds and pinks as the heat of Goro’s cocks pounding into him colours him entirely.
“I’m g-gonna cum-” Akira keens as Goro wraps his entire arm around his waist, shoving him down harder as he thrusts upwards into him at an erratic pace. He feels as if he’s going to explode into nothing but a pleasurable puddle, evaporating into nothing as Goro continues to edge him. “P-please, Goro, I w-wanna cum so badly-!”
Goro groans as he bites onto the shell of his ear, a loud cry escaping from his treasure as he licks up at it and grins, “Cum then, you deserve to feel good all from what I do.”
Arching his back further until his chest completely touches Goro’s own, his mind blanks as he finally releases all over himself. His eyes are rolled back as he fruitlessly scrambles to hold onto anything, dragging his nails all across Goro’s chest as a muted scream leaves him. Soon after, he feels something hot start to fill his insides, Goro shuddering as he cums and grinds slowly against his overstimulated sweet spot.
“That’s my good little treasure. Start to love what I do to you,” Goro purrs as he continues to rock into him softly, hugging him closer in his embrace. Snakes are supposed to be cold-blooded yet Akira winds his tired arms around the naga, the comfort of a hug providing enough warmth to the tired human. “Isn’t this nice, Akira? Allowing yourself to completely let go of all responsibilities with your only sole purpose being to serve me? You seem much more suited to warming me up rather than a hired hunter for others to exploit.”
Akira can’t process anything as he nods, his mind drunk on the post-sex haze cloud as he snuggles into his chest. Closing his eyes, he feels Goro’s chest bubble into a fit of chuckles before he feels a hand stroke his hair, lulling him into a faster sleep with the vague sound of a song spoken in tongues lingering in the background.
The last thing he can recall is Goro’s voice, filled with a new tone of adoration that he’s never heard from the naga before, “Sleep well, my Akira. I’ll continue to make you mine once you awake.”