Chapter 0 - Slithice keeps a human

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The ocean was dizzyingly large.

Adan Duskjade sat in his quarters with a hitch in his breath. The sailors above hard at work ensuring the ship stayed on course. Barking orders and the faint rush of feet against floorboards.

The storm had taken the crew by surprise. As if appearing from nowhere, which was hardly the case in their strife stricken world. Dark hair swept across his sweaty brow. A cold shiver passing his body barely contained fear built in his stomach, threatening to rise up his throat. 

He’d busied himself with knitting. The familiar sensation of needles crossing fabric in an orderly pattern all that could keep his mind from spiralling. His bags lay off to the side, packed with clothing and the tools of his profession. One bag in particular with the sigil of the healer on its side. A plus sign coloured in a lime green, and two serpents with wings curled around its vertical length, parallel with one another.

Brown eyes strained in the dim light. Darkness had swept around their ship, and even a lantern could barely suffice to see through such shadow. He sucked in air as thunder crashed above them. 

The waves thrashed against the ship, Adan was thankful that the water itself could not bend the hull. 

But something else did. A sickening, ‘CRUNCH’ bit at the side of the ship. Boards groaned and sailors cried out in shock. Adan himself froze at the horrendous blast of noise that felt it’d clawed at his eardrums. The sound matched only by a bloodchilling roar of a massive creature. 

Adan moved wildly, taking his healers bag in his arms, his knitting work forgotten completely. He barged through the door, stumbling as the ship tilted to its side; toward where his room was. Water soon filled the vessel. Rushing, splashing around him with the threat of death. 

‘The deck. Safer on the deck. Away from the water!’ Adan’s breath turned erratic, sprinting through splintered doors onto the deck itself. The world a blur as the storm overhead crackled with the raw power of the world. Men shouting battle cries and screams of fear. Spears thrown and hand cannons fired, noise was the world.

The maw of a great creature bearing down on the ship. Tearing wood asunder, roaring out deep tones. Adan could only watch in horror. Weak body, weak mind and a weak soul. He was no fighter. His medical robes slapped his legs as he ran opposite of the monster: a levianth. The Captain shouted orders, firing his own weapon. All had no impact on the creature. 

It ripped apart the frame. The ship shattered and cut apart. Sails falling down in the midst of panic. The world was a blur of water. The storming tears from the sky, and the thirsting depths beneath. The ship already half-sunk beneath the inky sea. The terrible creature lifted its bulky arms overhead, a cruel smile showing its intent. 

A broken smile found its way onto Adan’s expression. Broken wood and steel taking flight, as the ship collapsed in its entirety.

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Air filled his lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. Eyes flew open, finding no kindness of the light. Umbral darkness swallowed his sight, his body touched by an icy chill. Numb fingertips felt pins under the skin as they dragged across stone.

His tongue was dry, the taste of salt so strong he would’ve puked. Thankfully, his body was treating him far kinder than to do such a thing. He took another sharp breath, wincing in pain as his chest clenched. The familiar sting of bruises on his ribs and stomach. 

“Wh-?” He winced at how cracked and dry his throat felt. He swallowed thickly, his roaming fingers dragged across stone until they felt the familiar, soaked, touch of his healers bag. Hope spurred on, reaching out until he felt the bag unclip. Carefully roaming around until he felt his waterskin. With unsteady hands, he brought the nozzle to his lips, and drank deeply.

"Thank the gods, I yet live.” Adan finally huffed, his body already feeling relieved. Slowly, he was able to pull himself up, hissing in slight pain as his chest, stomach and thighs burned with soreness. “How’d I end up here?”

“Stop voicing your thoughts.”

Adan yelped, then groaned in pain from the act. He rushedly looked around him, squinting as thick darkness couldn’t let him see further than a foot. Even then, the invisible outlines of his own fingers were all he could find.

“Be quiet.” The voice, feminine, but distinctly inhuman, carried through with a bite. It was forceful, akin to the soldier’s he’d heard bark orders in drills, while Adan saw to the injured. Adan’s eyes finally locked onto two luminescent orange eyes. He felt his heart nearly stop the second time that night, his breath catching as those burning, orange orbs glared into his soul.

He slowly reached for his healers bag, taking the straps in hand. Groggily, he stood, taking shaky steps toward the orange lights. He swallowed thickly, sweat dripping from his brow.

“Were you the one to save me?” Adan asked.

“Do not come closer.” She hissed, a distinct trill adding a layer to her voice. As though there were three voices speaking at once. He paused, fingers twitching around his bag’s straps.

“Why?” He whispered, feet feeling glued to the floor. There was a hissing sound coming from the creature, not one that was threatening, but instead exasperated.

“I have no time for your gawking eyes, nor any shrill screams you weak-willed humans would blight my ears with.” She sneered, a short hiss following as her eyes flinched away. Adan’s eyes narrowed. Fear had wormed its way into his heart, yet the tone the strange woman gave wasn’t earnest. 

“Are you injured?” He asked, tone quieter, footsteps still shaky and numb. 

“Silence.” The familiar sound of brandishing steel echoed around him, “Take one more step and I’ll-”

“I-I can help!” Adan quickly fumbled his bag at the rising anger in her voice. “I’m a doctor by trade. If you’re injured-”

“You’re insistent.” She hissed, her eyes disappearing as she sighed, “Approach then, if you can see well enough in the dark.”

Adan nodded, fumbling his way forward. His spare hand waved in front of him, making sure not to run face first into a stalagmite. He was sure he was in some sort of cavern, and a cloudy sky of night prevented any light from showing an entrance. Either that, or he was so deep in this woman’s lair that no light could reach them. 

“Take your time.” She huffed sarcastically. 

“You’re voice trills almost naturally,” Adan said, ignoring her barbed words, “as though you don’t have to put the effort in to make it sound like that.”

“It is my voice, the same I’ve had since birth.” She said, those blazing eyes narrowed, only a few meters away.

“It’s a blessed voice. Are you an enchantress? A bard?” He kept the bombardment of questions going, hoping that a friendly approach wouldn’t earn him unwarranted suspicion, and a parting of his head from his shoulders.

“Nothing of the sort. I am a warrior, that is all.”  

“A warrior? A warrior of the ocean that has such a voice that could turn the heads of man, woman and more?” Adan asked, close enough to see the vague outline of her body. Her upper half was humanlike, with two, long arms lowered to her hip. Her lower half, however, was nothing remotely human. A body akin to a serpent crawled down to the stony floor. He couldn’t discern any colouration, or even how long her body actually was. “A warrior siren. You're a Naga.”

“I am.” She answered simply, eyes still narrowed and impatient.

Adan gulped, meeting those judging eyes with a heated flush on his cheeks, “What is your-”

“My name is not your concern. You will refer to me as Naga, and that's final.”

“Mine is Adan.” He set his bag down, opening the case with a hum, rummaging through it blindly.

“I don’t care.”

He continued to hum, fingers blindly searching until they felt the familiar touch of a smooth stone. He slowly pulled the stone out, letting Naga see it before he did anything with it.

“What do you hold, human?” She peered down, a slight growl in her voice. He heard movement above her head, like a frill being opened up.

“I-It’s a Faerie Fire charm,” he quickly answered, “this one doesn’t heal, because it’s not from the Kindertree, but it does help me see what I’m working with.”

He put pressure around the stone, slowly rubbing it with his palms. Heat was drawn into the stone until jade green light bled through his finger tips. Then, with one quick motion, he slammed his hands together. The stone burst between his hands, a burst of dust spreading around his hands. Tiny wisps of jade light clung around his skin.

He nodded to himself, eyes flitting back to Naga. She stared down at him, her body partially lit from the Faerie Fire. Her features were soft, a delicate jawline and an almost squishy texture to her skin. He averted his gaze, feeling heat drawn within again, “I’m going to throw it up in the air, okay?” 

“Are you coddling me?” She asked, her tone not so aggressive, but still wary.

“I don’t want there to be any miscommunication.” Adan opened his hands so they cupped the crushed jade wisps. With an exaggerated movement, he threw the wisps into the air, watching as they danced around Naga and himself.

That’s when he realized two things.

The first, and most obvious thing, was that he was naked. Which made sense, considering he would have been completely submerged in icy water, and if being warmblooded, he’d have been ill (or worse) from prolonged exposure to the cold. She must have unrobed him in his sleep, and would have known how humans would function to even put that much thought into it.

‘Twice you’ve saved me.’ Adan quietly thought.

The second was that the Naga too was naked. Which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise, considering what she was. Yet it stirred something in his blood that led to other, more sexual organs to react in tandem.

He pushed those reactions to the back of his mind, the wet straps of his bag reminding him of his task. He set down on his knees, ignoring how the rocks below jabbed at his skin. 

Naga made a small noise at his movement, but otherwise remained still. Tentatively, he leaned forward, inspecting her hip with a small noise. The familiar crimson stained her skin and under her hands.

“You’re bleeding.”

“How observant of you.” She hissed.

“Keep your hands on it for now. I’ll clean it, apply a minor Healing Salve, and then we’ll go from there.” Once more, he rummaged through his healers bag, taking her grunt as a noise of acceptance.

He’d quickly gotten to work, the Faerie Fire doing its job well. Her skin was tinged a lime green from her waist up, though her breasts and chest took a lighter shade. Her gills were a golden orange colour, the same colour as the frills atop her head, spilling down her back like a glorious crown and cape. Two tentacle-like appendages curled around from where her ears would be, the golden orange patterned across them like a tiger, while the light green covered most of their expanse.

“How long have you been a healer?”

Adan blinked at the sudden question, the first she’d really asked out of interest. Or maybe in a sense to keep the quiet away. “A couple years, but I’m really just a Doctor’s apprentice. I was tasked to go overseas to meet with a practitioner. Medicine’s a complicated thing.”

“You’d even heal someone like me?” She asked, her tone that sounded so angelic was gentler now. 

Adan paused again. There was a scent in the air, one he’d not noticed before. He’d expected the smell of the sea, which was mostly salt. Now, there was almost a kind of… citric tang in the air. 

“I have a duty of care.” He absentmindedly answered, applying the healing salve delicately to the wounded skin. A deep cut, but nothing he couldn’t fix. She hissed at the sensation, but did nothing else.

“‘Duty of care’?” She winced, hissing out still as the minor salve worked its magic.

“A code all Doctors should live by.” Adan smiled, “If someone is injured, it's my duty to see that they are healed with the knowledge I’ve gained.”

“You’re the idealistic type then.” She looked away, her hands busy cleaning herself off the blood with a damp cloth he’d given her.

“Is it idealism if many of my own kind would do the same?” Adan rose from his rock-bitten knees. The aching in his body receded some time during his work. He idly eyed Naga’s body, following her serpentine tail down by her frills, which acted like an approximation for where her spine would be. Her scales were a deep, forest green, while her frills were a sort of yellow, partially see through like a sheer fabric. 

“I’ve not known humans to be kind.” She quietly grunted, her hands gingerly poking where her wound was. It had already taken to scarring, a testament to her body’s own regenerative ability, and the power of a bit of magical healing.

“I meant doctors.” Adan corrected. 

“Nothing is without a price, and yours is a profession that requires payment.” She bit back, her frown deep and her fists clenched, “You would not heal every person without transaction.”

Adan sighed, “In a perfect world, we’d be able to visit any person anywhere to cure their illnesses and heal their wounds; without asking for money.” Adan paused, eyes closed as he pondered. “But this world is dependent on ‘give and take’, and it often asks for us to give more than what we’re allowed to take.” His eyes opened, a bright, brittle smile on his lips, “Is it so wrong of me to try and give more than I take?”

A silence fell between them. The Faerie Fire danced around Naga like a rainfall of lime rain. She held a strange expression, before scoffing with an eye roll, “That is what makes you an idealist.”

Adan grinned, testing his limits, “You didn’t answer my question, you cheeky lady.”

To his surprise, a smile broke out on her golden, full lips. “Hm. I concede that, if it weren’t for your kindness, then I would not be at the pleasure of your services.” 

“True, I suppose. But the same could be said about what you’d done for me, right?”

Her smile fell, “I suppose. But I didn’t save you because it was the right thing to do. That is where we fail to equate.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Vengeance. Plain and simple.” Naga sighed, her hand still resting on her hip.

“What do you mean?”

“A Levianth was the cause of your vessel’s destruction, that you should know.” Naga crossed her arms, the frills on her head bristling. “I saw it break apart your vessel, and how it took the treasures that lay within. I felt anger. I had my purpose stricken away through my failures involving their kind before.”

“What did they do to you?” Adan asked, leaning down to her wound, “You don’t have to cover it anymore. It’ll scar for a bit.”

“I’m fine. But if you insist on looking, then do so.” Naga huffed, “As for your question, it is simply not for you to know. I will only say that my intentions were not noble, and your life is intact only because of a whim.”

Adan frowned, “That right?”

“You think my claim is wrong?”

“I think, deep down, you’re the kind of hero that does what they can in the moment. You save one person, because you can’t save them all. You drag them somewhere safe, even if you're injured. You do what you can to keep them warm.” Adan felt the head in his cheeks blossom fully to a stark red, “even if it’s the bare minimum”

She snorted, turning her head away from him, “You’re absurd.”

“Maybe.” He conceded. Adan ran his fingers gently around the scarred tissue. It was a deeper green than her skin, almost the same as her scales. It would be fully healed in a few days, as though she’d never been injured. 

Again, he could smell that scent in the air again. It was only when he was close to Naga, and when he was unfocused, that he could pick up on it. Adan wondered if it was just a Naga’s natural scent when on land. Like how fish had their own, distinct smell when displayed at the markets. 

This was different. It made him feel hot. He traced his fingers around her skin, hearing a small noise from her above. Adan felt a stir between his legs and in his heart. That scent was becoming intoxicating.  If he concentrated, there was something like steam wafting off her skin. Easiest to see when losing his gaze closer to where her serpentine body met her humanoid form. A small crook of flesh that seemed almost… inviting?

Naga’s voice broke through, almost light and embarrassed. “You can take your hands away now.”

“Oh.” Adan pulled away, only now realizing how his male member had steadily risen more and more. He gulped, “Oh. Right. Sorry.”

He turned away, expertly hiding his own embarrassed arousal as he moved. He sat with a wince.

Naga sighed deeply, “May I confess something?”

“I’m happy to listen.” Adan answered, not turning from his spot. 

“Your kindness is vexing.” She half-growled. 

“Hm?”

“Nevermind.” She hissed, “My coming here to this cavern was planned. I felt my temporary home disturbed by that Levianth’s presence, and sought to have it eliminated. But why I am here is because...”

“Because…?”

“My kind has heat cycles. Ever since my exile, it has become increasingly difficult to satiate such urges.”

“Oh.” Adan nodded. A small ‘ding’ went off in his head. He turned and stood, his flushing cheeks erupting to a full crimson. “Oh!”

She rolled her eyes, “That scent is my… ah.” Her eyes dwindled down to between his legs. Adan stiffened (in two cases). He stammered out a breath, unable to find any words.

She smiled with her lower lip half bitten. “Pheromones.” Her eyes remained glued to his crotch, “I didn’t think they’d work on someone outside my race. But I work my urges off by my lonesome. Would I be so lucky to find a partner?”

“W-Well life surely is full of surprises, I’m sure you’d find another of your race.” Adan awkwardly laughed, scratching his cheek.

“It’s affecting you now, isn’t it?” She slithered forward, her smile almost predatory with how she looked down on him. Her full height dwarfing his own as, an almost playful laughter echoing around him. Adan gulped.

“Ah?”

“You were feeling me up for a bit.” She husked, circling around him, “I could feel your breath against my scales.”

“It was for medical reasons.” Adan poorly lied, shivering as her tail gently slipped over his feet. She’d fully encircled him now, matching his height for her own.

“I believe you.” She laughed melodically. Her hands gently took his wrists, pulling them up, “I’m insane to do this with a human. But, would you… perhaps, take a more informed study of my biology?”

His hands fell upon her breasts, full and cool to the touch. 

“Why?” He shivered, her scales cool against his skin.

“What do you mean?” She huffed annoyedly. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against his. His breath hitched as her scent overwhelmed his senses, and her cool hands rubbed his sides. “I know you’re feeling it, and so am I, if only because of circumstances.” She licked her lips, her breath slight against his face. He was being enveloped in both body and scent, and his dick twitched at its full length with every whiff.

Naga’s golden eyes flicked down, the corner of her lips lifted. “Your body seems to agree.”

Adan gaped, words failing him entirely. Her own hands dropped from his wrists, her chest pushed against his failing hands. Naga leaned down, “Don’t bother thinking too much, human.”

Adan nodded, letting his fingers sink into Naga’s breasts. Between his fingers, barely visible slits leaked a translucent liquid. He bit his lip, poking the small slits. 

Naga sighed breathily, a musical note drawing from her entrancing lips. The familiar buds of nipples poked through, pushing against his fingers and leaking the same liquid. The scent grew stronger a thousand fold, like a mixture of citrus, a touch of salt like sweat, and pure sex.

“Good boy.” She hushed, stroking his cheek with one hand. He lifted his gaze, staring into those glowing orange eyes. He made another choked noise as a chilly, slightly wet hand wrapped around his hardened member. “Keep taking in my pheromones.” Her hand on his cheek shifted to the back of his neck gently. Her smile turned cheshire, and Adan could only gasp as he was forcefully pulled forward.

“Drink in this scent deeply.” She sang, pushing his head deeper between her sizable chest. Adan felt no reason to do otherwise. He groaned as her essence flooded his brain. Like a veritable mist had crawled their way into his lungs, a deep musk that addicting.

His hips thrust in small motions, his whimpers muffled between her mounds. Her hand around his dick pumped in small motions, already drawing out a slight trickle of precum, that smeared across her scales as she twisted slightly around him. 

Adan’s eyes rolled back, her musk now visible as he was brought from between her chest. Her pheromones took a liquid form, dispersing from her breasts and likely her vagina. They’d surround her in the water, letting nearby males know of her heat.

But Adan’s body temperature was apparently enough to cause the clear liquid to turn to steam, and pure pheromone was now flooding his senses. Tingles clawed up his spine, the tip of his cock rubbed back and forth by Naga’s fingertip, her voice a melodical coo.

His body gave in to the sensations. His cock flexed, and his balls tightened. A thick rope of cum splattered against her finger, spraying out across her scales, and onto her stomach. Naga laughed deeply,

“Too much for your primal brain, hm?” Her cheeks were flushed a tinge of green. 

Adan took another, musk-filled breath. Her scent was really too much for him. He stared up into those hot, hooded orange eyes. To his added surprise, he hadn’t gone limp yet. Fatigue that hung on him was likely from his already injured body. It didn’t bother him. Not when he could look up into the sunrise-like design of her head frills, like a curtain of sunshine that spread down past her shoulders.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.” He drunkenly murmured. 

Naga’s eyes widened for a moment, then hooded again. The flush on her cheeks deepened. She smiled, wordlessly lowering herself, giving his still-hard dick a squeeze before pecking his lips. Adan followed as she pulled back from that small touch of intimacy. She smiled against his lips, following his horrid attempts at a kiss.

Naga dominated their liplock with skill and force, stealing his lower lip and pulling on it when he faltered.  She tightened her hold on the back of his head, not tugging hard enough to cause pain, but enough to reinforce her position.

Adan dared to introduce his tongue to the mix. As if waiting for it, Naga’s own, thin yet dexterous tongue spurred on. It snaked around his own fleshy muscle, squeezing and pulling as she sucked down on its tip. Adan gasped, feeling her hand pump faster than before, angling it up slightly.

It was too much. His groaned deeply, legs shivering as orgasm washed over. His mouth was released, and another, deep laugh resounded from Naga’s enchanting throat. He gasped as she closed in, her cool skin pressing against the head of his cock. Several ropes splattered out against her stomach,  thick and clumpy like the last, that still seeped down her tail. 

Her hands released both his head and his cock, tentatively wiping his cum against her body. She cooed lightly as she swept her digits up against her breasts, lathering the clumpy liquid against her sexy form.

“So hot...” Naga hissed. Her fingers travelled back down, carrying his cockslime with them, until they found her soaking slit. Adan watched with wide eyes as Naga fingered herself slowly, pushing his cum into her depths with low, strangled whines. “Burning hot…”

Orange eyes flew up to find his. An accusatory gaze drilled into his eyes, and her mouth hung slightly agape. “Fuck, are all you humans so insatiable?” She hissed, gently taking her fingers from her drenched slit, only to replace them with her other, cum-covered hand. Her lower lip half bitten as she pushed more of his cum inside, “You’re making me think all you’re kind is good for is breeding.”

Adan’s breath hiked, and his impossibly hard cock twitched. He squirmed in her embrace, his mind still stuck in a lust-filled state. Her scent was at an all time high, like it was made even stronger with his cum staining her skin and scales. 

“It’s fucking searing me. It feels like my skins going to burn red.” She hissed, still pumping her fingers between her puffy lips. Her body slinked down, her tail enough to support her upper body. Wordlessly, her hand held the base of his cock with a tight ring with thumb and finger.

The distance between them lessened, and the effects were felt instantaneously. His mind cleared slightly, and he could finally process things properly. Naga was staring down at his cock like an imposing pole. 

“I knew they looked different, but...” She paused, her finger experimentally rubbing at his sensitive head. He winced, still under the effects of her steamy musk. Pheromones that infiltrated his system so quickly, he wondered if their races were more compatible than first thought. 

A fleshy touch broke his thoughts with a shiver. He looked down, watching Naga tentatively rolling the flat of her tongue against his head. His cum was licked up. She drew it back, rolling it until the tip of her tongue pressed into his cumhole, wriggling it and digging out any leftover semen. 

Adan cried out, his hands flexing uselessly in the air, and his back arching downward, forcing his hips away from her probing tongue. Naga made an agitated noise, surging forward in a swift moment. 

Again, Adan made a strangled noise. Her lips kissed down to the base of his cock, both her hands resting against his thighs. He squirmed as her throat coiled around his cock strangely. It wasn’t cold, but her mouth and throat weren’t warm either. It felt like a fresh stream had wrapped his dick in a tight, velvety embrace. 

His hands found a way to the two tentacles protruding from the sides of her head. Naga’s cool throat tightened around his cock. A groan reverberated from her throat, her eyes fluttering. He pulled her forward, experimentally pushing his hips forward.

Adan soon realized his mistake as Naga’s eyes flashed open, glaring up at him. She pulled away, coughing slightly, “Gentler landwalker. My pace is my own.”

“Y-you were the one to swallow it all. I didn’t pull at all.” Adan argued weakly. 

Her cheeks flushed deeply, her indignation obvious on her face, “Can you blame me? It’s not at all like my people’s.” Her eyes softened, falling down to his member, “It’s so bulbous… these veins pumping such intense heat…”  

She didn’t move his hands away. Adan supposed that was a good thing. He breathed a moan as her lips wrapped around his head. She steadily lowered herself, staring up at him with gentle eyes as she sucked and bobbed her head back and forth. 

Adan grit his teeth, orgasm already tearing its way into him. He held back, already finding a bit of shame for shooting off twice in quick succession. Naga kissed down at the base of his cock, his hairs tickled with each breath from her nose. Her tongue had wrapped around his cock, squeezing around it like a pulsing, wet rope. With every long, sucking motion as she pulled back, her tongue lathered his sensitive flesh in spit. 

Adan was a writhing wreck. At first, Naga was content to bob her head back forth, eyes slightly parted and staring up at him. Her intensity grew, her hands tightening around his thighs in a delightful mixture of pain and pleasure. Her cheeks concaved, and Naga’s trilling voice hummed and moaned around his shaft. Soon, she was diving down to his crotch, nose pressed firmly against the squishy skin. His vascular length was squished and jerked with her inhumanly long tongue.

His knees buckled for a moment. In that instant, Naga’s tail rushed up to his hips, keeping him upright. He cried out, his hands not tight against her head tentacles, yet he felt far more stable holding onto anything rather than nothing. 

Her cool throat squeezed his cock whenever she dove down. Adan was convinced that she was trying to milk him of his seed. Wordlessly, she would hold herself against his very base, squeezing and tugging all at the same time. Her gag reflex was obviously non-existent by this point, yet it still amazed Adan that she could take his wrist-thick length down with little issue. 

Seven, rock hard inches of cockmeat lodged in her gullet, and all she did was moan and suck without a second thought. The situation was mind boggling. They’d barely met for more than half an hour, and twice he’d cum from her scent and some mild ministrations. Adan could only bite his lip, whimpering as pleasure overtook sense.

The intensity would exceed when she took special attention to the head. Adan’s breath froze as Naga’s skilled tongue would dive under Adan’s foreskin, writhing under it and caressing every, single inch of his sensitive cockhead. Precum was a constant leak now, something about her biology mixing with his causing his balls to ache, driving semen production to a ridiculous amount. 

The rush of air signified her release of his dick. She didn’t cough or splutter, and idly jerked him off again.

“You’re a quick shot when you’re sniffing me up, but you hold on after all that?” She grinned, her sharp canines peeking through, “even when you’re burning my throat like a hot bar of steel.”

“S-sorry.” Adan gasped as her fingers ruthlessly rubbed against the sensitive lip of his cockhead. The already raw flesh sensitive enough from her tongue work. 

Her mouth opened wide, the full length of her tongue slithering out to tickle the underside of his cock. Her smile was still evident, and her faster, jerking motions only led to one conclusion. One that Adan was all too pleased to give in. 

“I’m -ah!-” Was all the warning Adan could give. Semen splattered in thick ropes. The first flew out and lined across her cheek. Naga quickly course-corrected, aiming it lower so that the second and third rope sprayed along her tongue, and the inside of her open mouth. The next few ropes splashed against her chin, lips and neck, dripping down to cover her breasts in white clusters.

“Fuck…” Naga sighed, her breath heavy, and her hands already at work feeding his semen between her thick lips. She shivered, still staring up at Adan. Her mouth closed, and the exaggerated movement of her jaw gave him a show, of her wetly chewing his semen. Naga would open her lips, showing his seed messily splattered within her maw, curdled by her tongue and spit.   

Adan’s member, sore and abused, rose to attention again. His aching balls were already hard at work restoring what was given. Adan released Naga’s head tendrils, cupping his sack experimentally. She was too preoccupied by wiping his semen across her face, depositing between her hungry lips. 

“It’s like holding an orange.’ Adan couldn’t believe it. Whatever her pheromones had done, they clearly only worked on his sexual organ. He’d assume it was because when females of her race went into heat, it was to prove the males to also go into a rut. But humans didn’t have such an exact form of reproduction. They could do it whenever (with varying results) just fine. 

His thoughts were disrupted by a lewd, wet swallow. Naga felt the need to show off her mouth, utterly cleaned of his seed. She gave him a proud look, a smug smile following as she rose up. 

That scent returned with her. With it came an intense ache in his balls, and his cock twitched wildly. He gasped as Naga pressed her body against his, his seed thankfully already dry. 

Naga hummed suggestively, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “It's getting so thick. So virile and warm. It felt like you were burning my mouth, you know.” She leaned forward, the smell of his semen a faint memory compared to the overpowering musk Naga emanated. Citrus and sweat, as though she’d just had a few hours at the training yards, swirled together. Adan took heavy breaths, gasping as his cock pressed against something incredibly hot. 

“Are you humans really so hopeless that you could breed with whatever species you can lay your barbaric hands on?” Naga whispered, her hands reaching over his shoulders, crossing around his neck. Her forehead pressed against his, and she twisted her hips side to side. 

“Can you feel it? Your naughty dick is pressing up against me so energetically.” She whispered huskily, rolling her hips against his angry, red cockhead with a coo. Adan’s hands found safety in holding her hips, following them as they swayed.

“Y-you’re sure you want to do this?” Adan asked, struggling to speak against the pleasure and scent that just reeked of her. His brain was flooded with overstimulation. Her hard nipples flicked against his own, her wet form that was soaked with his seed a second-thought in his mind. She smelled hot. She smelled good. It was all he could think of.

“Do you think to challenge me, human?” Naga answered, lifting herself slightly. Adan gasped as his cock met her soaked entrance. 

“We’ve only known each other less than an hour.” Adan bit his lip, eyes fluttering as his shaft was slowly enveloped. He gasped smally as her velvety walls tugged at his cockhead, like it was pulling him in. Her cool flesh contrasted his burning member, the sensations warping his mind further with every lust-scented breath.  

“Then tell me you don’t want it.” She whispered, her body paused and waiting.

Adan whimpered, shaking his head. His response was given without a second thought. Brown eyes peaked through, and with a shaky breath, he answered, “I want it.”

“Good, huma-oooh.” Naga shivered, bliss crossing her face a moment, before concentrating on him with heavy breath. “Too fucking hot. You're going to sear a cock shaped brand inside me…” Naga’s breath laboured as she leaned deeper into his embrace. 

Something ticked inside Adan’s mind, at the thought of himself branding her. A repressed emotion to take control that he’d not felt in years. Her scent. Her moans. Her smile. Her beauty. Her nice, cool and inviting cunt. It was all coming to a headway. Only one result remained for Adan to take in his mind, which had been ruthlessly fucked by Naga’s delicious, pheromone filled scent. Tiny clouds of lust were a permanent resident within his lungs. Spreading through his body like tiny devils of lewd depravity. 

That ticking in his mind snapped. 

Adan’s hips surged forward, his grip tight as his thick, aching shaft plundered her pussy’s depths. Naga cried out in pleasure, head rolling back as he thrust the first few inches inside. He reared back, wincing in pleasure as her tight entrance refused to release him. Wet tightness claimed him, and he pushed forward, rolling his shaft in inch after inch.

“Human bastard, taking what you wa-nt!” Naga cried out again, her severe look replaced with bliss as he thrust deeper in. His shallow thrusts fell deeper and deeper, their moans becoming a chorus of pleasure. 

“You took me first!” Adan groaned, head falling forward to the crook of her neck. Naga’s hands tightened against the back of his head, fingers splaying out through his brown hair.

“D-don’t sssay such ridiculousss -ah!- thingsss!” She drawled out as their hips finally collided. His cock firmly lodged until he’d pressed against her womb. Her tail tightened around his waist, holding him closer there. Adan didn’t care. He was content to thrust in tiny arcs, letting pleasure consume his mind as he took deep breaths. Her scent of sex conquered his lungs and mind. His balls throbbed and ached against her slit. The pulsing of his shifting cock pushed against her tight, embracing walls.

“Ssstupid human! Jussst cum already! Fuck!” She swore again as Adan thrust against her gripping tail, too consumed by her sweaty musk to care. Half his shaft would be released by her demanding cunt, only to dive deep. Every time, Naga would cry out in bliss, spraying his crotch in a seemingly endless supply of fluid.

“Ssstop making me cum, and fill me up you ssstupid fucking ape!’ Naga screamed out, voice echoing inside the cavern walls. Upon her admission of cumming more than once Adan felt a compulsion to drive into her deeper and harder. Perhaps it was the primal, male desire to not only prove himself a superior male to any other, but the need to go one step further to feed their ego. Somewhere in the back of his mind agreed with the thought. 

The constant rhythm of sex a quick beat of flesh slapping against flesh. Naga’s moans were filled with swears and name calling, either of his race or her need for his cum. Adan’s eyes clenched together, already feeling the need to release.

He held on anway, pulling back from her neck. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips, her eyes strained as she stared back at him. Adan surged forward, his lips puckered as he swallowed up her tongue. Naga’s squeak was cut off, his lips claimed hers. Her tongue weakly fought back as he fell through hers. 

His cock throbbed with need, and his balls felt heavier than ever. Yet still he persevered. His already bruised body screamed out as he rammed himself in her tight, squelching slit.

Their moans sounded off as one within their pressed lips. Naga’s second wind apparently kicked in as her tongue suddenly wrapped around his, keeping it between her lips. Carnal desire had overwritten any sanity left within them. 

For Adan, her addictive taste and scent had overloaded his brain to the point where his breathing was heavy and deep. Every time his lungs filled with hair, his balls swelled just a bit more. Every time he released that intoxicating air, his body cried out for more. 

Naga had lost her senses to her heat long ago. Her pussy was carved out by a cock so alien and terribly, blazing hot, compared to her own peoples, that she wasn’t sure she could live without it. The way the head was as thick as the shaft, instead of tapering off to be thinner near the head was strange. It was bulbous too, and the lip that curled higher than his actual shaft was like a hook, dragging her folds against them like it was meant to stay lodged within her needy, soaked breeding hole.

Naga released her hold with a deeper groan, her body shaking and tightening around Adan’s. That didn’t stop the human from pushing further. His hips were a blur, his lip bitten so deep it bruised. 

“Cumming, I’m -no!- godsss I’m cumming again! FUCK!!!” Naga screeched out, her body falling back and bringing Adan’s with it. The human had enough sense, to wrap his arms around her body, managing to hold onto it well enough to stop her sudden descent. At the same time, as if on instinct, Naga tried to compensate her balance in her fuck-drunk stupor. 

Adan fell backward instead, his fall thankfully broken by Naga’s resilient serpentine body. Her arms had fallen behind his back, his body firmly held against her with no chance of movement. Naga took deep, shuddering breaths, not at all bothered by their sudden change of position.

“Ssstop holding it in you fucking animal.” She growled, glaring down at him. Adan breathed heavily, her scent still overwhelming his senses. His hips still tried to find some purchase to move, yet found little. Her pussy clamped around his entire cock, her folds squeezing like she was trying to milk him. Not unlike her throat, only this time, he could feel something pressing against his cock tip. Like it was delivering tiny kisses against his cum whole.

“Oh godsss...” Naga whimpered, her head falling into the crook of his neck now. She whispered, moaning between each breath, “my kind are particular… we keep it to get every drop… it locks around a male and keeps it inside... “ Her hips rose up, a few inches of his cock released into the air. Yet Adan could still feel that sucking sensation pull at his tip, only covering a small area around his cum hole. Naga whined, dropping her hips down with a gasp. “I’ve never had a male lassst thisss long…”

Adan’s lips twisted to a frown. His heart ticked wrong at the thought of her with another man.

“Over.” He whispered.

Naga lifted herself up, eyes hooded and cloudy. “What?”

“Roll over.” He ordered, louder now, an intense look in his eyes. His heart pumped with a purpose (and likely adrenaline). He shuffled uselessly, willing his body and his to move. Naga bit her lip, and after a moment, she shuffled their bodies around.

It was all he needed. His hips pulled back, his cock released and her cunt squelching from how wet she was. Naga’s body convulsed, a long, drawn out musical moan sang from her lips. Her tail still insistently held his waist for dear life. 

Adan held an intense look in his eyes. Her scent filled him, urging him onwards, but now his heart was in it. 

“Dumb brute! Are you jealousss or sssomething?!” Naga cried out, her hands holding his middle back tightly. Adan didn’t answer, content with rutting the full length of his cock into her sodden depths. He sawed out of her in full motions, splitting her flower open, and ruining her for other men.

Naga didn’t have the energy to call him names, too preoccupied with crying out whenever she came. Adan didn’t need to be told, he felt it well enough whenever he sheathed himself within her milking flesh, and her fluid splashed his crotch, balls and thighs. Her womb latched onto his cock head, like a mouth suckling at his cum hole for its reward.

One he was all too happy to give.

Teeth clenched together, and a single, victorious growl sounded his climax. Semen pumped from his cock like a geyser, feeding her starved womb of all the seed it could want. Naga’s tail clenched down around him, holding him tight against her body. Her breasts were squished firmly between their bodies. Her hands raked down his back. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth silently screaming out as both her mind and body were ruined by a single, shared climax.

“Cumming, fuck I’m cumming too fucking much!” Naga convulsed in his arms, crying out and screaming as his orgasm raged on. “You’re breaking my womb! Fucking dumb human! I fucking love-!” 

She cut off with yet another cry, burying her face between his neck as she came powerfully. Her cunt squeezing him like a vice, her cool body a distant memory as his own body burned against her.

“It’sss too hot! I’ll die! No more, pleassse!”

His cock throbbed powerfully, pushing against her tightness with little effort. His cum rocketed out, and her womb was all too delighted to drink up his ropes of semen. Yet, to call them ropes was an understatement. As if one, continuous flow of cum was being shot out of his heavy balls, Adan could only strain his body as his orgasm tore through him. Naga’s womb was already filled to capacity, forming a small bulge on her belly. With nowhere else to go, his seed spurted out, covering her pussy lips and leaking down her tail. 

“Sssho hot… I love… I love y-nnnfuck!- cumming!” She whimpered again, breath hot and heavy against his neck. He grunted, holding her tighter still, enamoured with the scent that had defeated his mind. Her musk wafted into his mind and fucked it into that of a horny beast. It was a spell in the air that he could taste. 

It was more than addicting. It felt as necessary as breathing.

As if her body was satisfied, her tail laxed, unravelling until it lay on the stony floor. Adan pulled his still orgasming cock from the warm confines, leaning back and gripping his cock, pumping it in long, steady strokes as rope after rope splashed against her filled cunt and belly. Her eyes were blurry and unfocused, and her arms fell from his back, laying at her sides.

A full minute passed until his orgasm faded away.

Tiredly, Adan stood, releasing his sore and softening dick from his grasp. He numbly returned to his Doctor’s bag, finding a smaller bag within. He was thankful that the Faerie Fire dust had drifted into his bag. Faerie Fire made for a good drying component in a pinch. The water that soaked his bag was near non-existent. He took the smaller bag and pulled from it a thick sheet unfolded from within, wide enough for only one person. He set it on the floor, carefully laying on it next to Naga. He sighed, thankful that it was thick enough to reduce how uncomfortable the stony floor was.

He lay there in silence, his tired eyes begging him to sleep, yet he felt compelled to stay awake. Naga had not made a speech once, her breath heavy and unsteady all the while. Minutes passed, and slowly Adan’s mind cleared. His dick limp and his balls returned to their original size. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad his body wasn’t permanently changed.

He stirred from his thoughts as Naga yawned, a satisfied smile on her lips. She rolled to face him, giving him a smug look. Still, Adan felt a flicker of pride occasionally whenever a telling shudder of her body rocked her slightly. The aftereffects of her recent, repeated orgasms still present. 

Her sex-stained scent was still fresh in his mind, but the effects on his body had passed. He couldn’t smell it so clearly now, perhaps a result of that… insemination.

Realization sunk in like a stone in a pond.

“Oh gods, did I…?” Adan swallowed thickly. 

Naga gave him a curious look, her lips still smug. “You did. I might even want it again soon. You should sleep, just in case.”

“No, I mean,” He squeezed his eyes shut, the question tumbling out, “Are you going to get pregnant?” 

“Please.” She flatly answered. Adan opened his eyes, finding Naga’s brow raised in an amused expression. “I’m not some savage who doesn’t know how to control when I want to be properly impregnated. I’ve taken a concoction fairly known amongst my own kind for years now.” She paused, then sighed deeply, “It has a nasty side-effect of making our yearly heats become monthly.”

“Ah. Okay.” Adan looked to the corner of his eyes with a slight frown.

“Oh my,” She smugly smiled, “Disappointed?”

“N-no!” Adan lied, “It just sounds rough. You go through this every month?”

“Well, not this, exactly.” She weakly gestured to her still leaking pussy, leading Adan to blush deeply. “Before it was annoying. But now…” She licked her lips, “I think I’ve found a cute little human to sate me.”

Adan’s blush deepened, “Huh!?” 

“You’ll return to this cavern every month. When the moon is full it should be a good estimate.” Naga smirked, laying her head back. Adan made small, choked noises as he dumbly searched for an answer.

“I don’t even know where I am!”

“You can solve that in the morning.”

“What if I have to go far inland?”

“I’ll find you.”

“But-!”

“Go to sleep before I smother you in your own seed.” Naga hissed, turning back to him with narrowed eyes and a frown, her body still plastered with semen, albeit still drying. She apparently didn’t care to clean herself off, or indulged in the feeling, as he watched one hand dip down to run his seed deeper into her skin. 

“Y-yes, Naga.” Adan lay flat on his back, folding his thick sheet over like a makeshift blanket. His arm, closest to Naga hung out, a bit of cool to contrast the warmth.

A heavy silence between the two of them, and Adan couldn’t but feel he was being coerced into this. Whatever this was. He didn’t dwell on the thought long. He took the sheet and wrapped it around himself, the Faerie Fire preferring to gravitate toward him, rather than Naga. It wasn’t a surprise to him. She was naturally cold-blooded, and this magic preferred to stay in the heat. His tired mind figured it was for the best. He didn’t know the specifics of Naga anatomy, but based on her slippery touch, she couldn’t fully dry out.

His thoughts turned scattered. His tired eyes refused to move, and soon enough his lungs filled with clean air in a steady motion. He let sleep drift him away like a calm wave, the nightmares of the earlier ship now a distant memory.

“Adan?” Naga quietly said, stirring Adan out of his near slumber. The back of his mind told him this was the first time he called him by name, rather than species. He murmured as a clean hand fell on his own. He instinctively curled his fingers, letting her own fall between his.

“Yeah?”

“Call me Slithice.”

Adan smiled warmly as sleep took him.