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“Just give in to me, love.”
“Not even in your wildest dreams,” You spat, angry and fierce even after so many months under N’Doul’s care, your mate sighing deeply as he held you struggling body in the tight clutches of his coils. Once more you had tried to escape the den that N’Doul so ‘lovingly’ kept you trapped in while the Naga had been out hunting, and once again, your swollen, egg-laden belly had kept you from going too far. Your mate carried you gently back into the warm cave, his coils tight but not tight enough to crush you, making sure that you wouldn’t try to slip away from him as he brought you back ‘home’. Your heart sank at the familiar sight, your scowl wobbling before falling completely from your face as you were lowered into the soft, cloth filled ‘nest’ N’Doul had made specifically for the both of you in mind. You knew that this would probably be the last time you could have made your escape before the eggs were ready for laying - having that hesitant sense of freedom so easily ripped from your grasp made you feel morose and exhausted from the running you’d done. As always, you slumped in N’Doul’s grip once your back lay in the nest, thinking that the Naga would let you go and wander off to finish preparing the kill he’d managed to snag for dinner, leaving you to curl up and weep through your frustration as always.
Except, the Naga tightened his grip around your body and shifted you around until you were straddling his hips, the coils of his snake half wrapping around your arms and legs, forcibly pinning you to his stronger, larger form. The pale, sightless eyes of your mate were locked in the general area of your face, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin as he nuzzled closer, beginning to press soft kisses to your face and neck. Alarm rocked through your full figure, your mind already picking up on exactly what N’Doul planned to do. You shuddered and squirmed, gasping when the clawed hands of your mate caressed your belly, his voice a deep rumble as he spoke once more, “Hmm, it’s such a shame that you continue to deny your place beside me as my mate, my sweet (Y/N),” The Naga hissed, one of his hands steadily moving down between your spread thighs, N’Doul having refused to allow you clothing once he’d claimed you as his own, your exposed, constantly damp cunt on display, your labia parted from how widely your legs were spread apart. Your breathing hitched when you felt N’Doul pause at the crook of your neck, long, thick tongue flicking over the scarred skin beneath his lips, a sigh spilling washing warm air over the silvery skin as his fangs scraped dangerously close, “I had so hoped I wouldn’t have to pump more of my venom into you. I’d rather you didn’t grow addicted to it... but if it’s the only way I can keep you still and wet for me, then I suppose it wouldn’t be too much of an issue.”
You shuddered at N’Doul’s words, panic flashing through you hot and quick, your squirming becoming more desperate struggles, the constant bucking of your hips making the eggs roll uncomfortably inside your swollen middle, “N’Doul, let me go,” You snapped, arching your back and turning your face from his, trying to keep the Naga’s terrible mouth away from your neck, only to have him coo and nuzzle closer, his coils shifting you around to you were pressed intimately close, nearly held in a loving embrace. You gasped when the familiar prick of pain came from your neck, a whimper following soon after as N’Doul pumped your body full with his venom, the aphrodisiac quality shooting heat and need through your body soon after. You whined and shook in the Naga’s embrace, your bucking coming to a sudden halt, full chest heaving with the effort to breathe as the slit at the front of N’Doul’s waist opened, the twin heads of his cocks grinding between your suddenly soaked labia, “N’Doul, f-fuck, please, don’t-” You can’t stop yourself from begging, your still semi-lucid mind quickly being dragged beneath the almost painful ecstasy that washed over your figure. Tears of frustration and lust pricked at the corners of your eyes, the knowledge that N’Doul planned to fill you impossibly with more of his thick seed was causing you to fight against the heat that rushed through your body.
“Shhhhh, beloved,” N’Doul murmured as he pulled his fangs from your neck, blood and venom dripping from the points while his tongue lovingly lavished over the new wounds on your neck, encouraging them to clot and scab. One of his hands drifted between your thighs, his thumb gently rubbing against your clit as you become wetter and wetter, your juices dripping from your needy pussy to soak the scales of his lower snake half. He coos sweetly when he feels your cunt gush wetly from the attention he pays to your clit - your body had become so, so sensitive because of the eggs, making it so that any touch from your mate had you shivering and wet within seconds. You can’t hold onto any of your thoughts, aphrodisiac venom wreaking havoc on your mind and forcing you to give in, to spread your thighs impossibly further, arching your body just so that N’Doul’s thick, rough fingers graze over the opening of your pussy, trying to invite the clawed digits into your sweet cunt, “Oh, just look at how wet you are for me, habibti,” N’Doul crooned, nuzzling and kissing your face, relishing the taste of your salty tears as your body was overwhelmed once again with pleasure. The Naga carefully thrust his fingers inside you, hissing between clenched teeth as your walls clutched the intrusion tightly, his fingers scissoring you open with gentle motions. While the prior times he’d taken you had been fueled with rough, desperate and angry rutting... N’Doul wanted to indulge, to allow himself to show you how good he could treat you, how soft and gentle he could be as he lavished your body with the love and affection you could get if you weren’t so stubborn about leaving him.
You gasped and whimpered as the stretching press of N’Doul’s fingers, confused as to why your mate was suddenly being so careful, so thorough, so... sweet to you. You had tried to escape; you had tried to leave him. Surely he would be angry with you for that, wouldn’t he? You moaned, unable to deny the way your body shivered and ached for more, that little voice in the back of your mind that begged you to give N’Doul a chance, that told you your mate was worthy of your affection, or your submission, of your acceptance, rang loudly in your mind as you were stretched with such loving touches, “W-what are you... hahh, mmh, o-oh, N’Doul... it feels so...” You struggled to find the words, half-formed sentences and whining words spilling from your lips, sweet like wine and just as intoxicating for the Naga. N’Doul shuddered when he felt your hazy stare lock on his face, your mouth opens on a desperate moan as he edged you closer and closer to completion, only to whine in disappointment when he pulled his fingers from your quivering pussy, “N-Noooooooooo, please, I want-more, please, N’Doul, I-” You were interrupted by your mate, the Naga hushing you by swallowing your whimpering cries with his lips, his tongue thrusting deep into your mouth, dancing at the back of your throat as you moaned and tugged your arms weakly, wanting to hold on to your mate but unable to do so.
Breaking the kiss, N’Doul sighed with delight as your body swayed and tried to lean further into him, his hands cupping and massaging your swollen, egg-filled belly as he slowly, almost torturously so, thrust his cocks into your aching heat with one smooth roll of his hips. You gasped and wailed at the stretch, the pleasure from being full causing your body to sing with a need for more, juices gushing and dripping from your cunt, welcoming the twin girths into the hot, tight, wet clutch of your inner walls, “You’re so perfect, so pretty, so sweet, I love you so much, my precious little mate,” The Naga hisses against the tender skin of your neck, the raw wounds left by his fangs itching and swollen beneath his cool mouth. He kisses them softly, pulling a needy whimper from you, the effects of his venom still coursing through your blood, making your mind sluggish and hazy with lust. N’Doul coos gently, the slow, steady rocking of his hips against yours feeling almost romantic with how tenderly he’s coiled his whole body around yours, keeping you pinned and spread perfectly as he mated you. You whine and buck weakly your heavy belly shifting and cradled gently between the muscular coils of N’Doul’s tail, the Naga groaning in delight at the sight of you, so swollen and full of his brood, “That’s it, oh you’re doing so well, my darling, hush now, shhh, it’ll be over soon, I know how tired you’ve been getting lately... the eggs are close to the end of their incubation, soon we’ll have our perfect babies here with us, won’t we?”
You hiccuped and whined pathetically, face flushed and tear-streaked, your (E/C) eyes hazy from the slow, thorough press of N’Doul’s cock, “N-N’Doul, pleaaaassse,” You manage to slur, arching and gasping and wailing oh so prettily beneath your mate when the head of his cock graze your poor, full womb. The Naga’s face is turned to you with a look of pure adoration, his sightless eyes locked somewhere in the general direction of your openly weeping expression. His long, thick tongue flicks out, tasting the air and crooning softly, soothingly, one large, clawed hand rubbing over the large swell of your abdomen, “’s too much, I c-ahhhhhhhh-can’t, can’t take it anymore! Please!” N’Doul sighed with bliss, your voice sounding like sweet music to his ears, his eyes sliding closed so he could concentrate on the way your body felt against and around him. With slow, effortless thrusts, N’Doul pulled out and filled you over and over and over again, the base of his cocks grinding against your clit and sending hot bolts of pure arousal up your spine. Your inner walls fluttered around him with each press, each gentle push of his cocks deep inside your cunt, the tips kissing the soft, jelly-like consistency that kept his eggs forcefully inside your womb, cushioning the growing spheres and keeping them cosy and warm inside the tender embrace of your body. N’Doul’s rutting into your pussy was achingly slow, the Naga taking the time to caress, to touch, to kiss your body and show his love for you physically, proving his constant words of adoration. A fresh wave of tears rushed down your cheeks, your mind and body confused but delighted by the tender way N’Doul fucked you, building you up to the brink of a soft, shuddery orgasm as you whined plaintively for more.
The Naga shushed and cooed over you, his voice a husky whisper as he repeatedly told you, “I love you, I love you, you’re so perfect, mine, my sweet mate, I love you and our brood, you’re doing so well, made to take my cocks, my eggs, my children, mmmh,” As you hiccuped, sobbed and clenched around his cocks tightly. You were so, so close, so achingly close that you were crying and babbling to cum. N’Doul hummed, still going at that slow and steady pace, holding you on the edge of your release, relishing the way your vice cracked and cried out with desperation, just for him. When he sighed with pleasure and gave in, one of his hands coming down to rub and pinch your clit, he allowed your hands to go free so he could feel you cling to him, incomprehensible gibberish falling from your open, drooling mouth. Oh, you were so perfect, so pretty with your face so wrecked from your release. Your milking walls pulled him over with a few stuttery thrusts, the Naga sighing deeply with relief as his thick cum spilt inside your tight pussy, filling you up with more of his virile seed and claiming you thoroughly to ensure the eggs would remain cushioned and safe inside your womb. You sobbed and held onto his shoulders, whimpering and overwhelmed by the pleasure, your mind going completely blank in the aftermath of your release. N’Doul took advantage of your mindlessness to whisper in your air, cooing about how perfect you were, what a good mate you were for him, how deeply you craved to be filled with his eggs, knowing that your subconscious would take and keep his words.
Even if you denied him, N’Doul knew that his words stuck in the back of your mind, influencing you in a steady wave. He’d seen it in the way you automatically tried to curl up with him as you slept, how you sometimes hovered nearby him when he returned from his hunting, the few moments you hesitated and turned back from trying to escape once more. Carefully, N’Doul turned you onto your side, the coils of his tail remaining around your full figure as his spent cocks slipped out of you, his hold on your body lose and protective instead of keeping you captured. He felt you twist and kiss the side of his scales sweetly, tiredly mumbling something before you fell asleep, allowing the Naga to pull away and finish preparing the meat for your meal tonight.