by Lucas, Naomi
I moan when his claws dig into my skin. He squeezes me and does so again, as if he’s been desperate to touch them. Like I’ve been desperate to mount him.
To be wanted by Iskursu, a dangerous male in his prime, is enough for me to writhe with my hand between my legs through the night. To actually have him touching me, to feel the hard scales of his tail brush my inner thighs, is bliss.
But it’s not enough.
I bite his tongue gently and grasp one of his thick cocks, rising to press its hard tip to my opening. And unlike his tail, his cocks are big from head to root. My hand can’t even fully cup it. My fingers don’t touch…
I lower myself on it anyway. My head falls back as I stretch for him. Water trickles down my body from my wet hair.
Iskursu drops his hands to my waist. They’re so big, they engulf it. Everything about him is giant. I’m tiny in comparison… Our differences turn me on—how we’ve changed, how my naga is no longer a boy.
He’s a monster.
“Haime,” he grunts almost painfully. It’s not enough to crack my eyes open and steal my focus.
I squeeze his cock and his hands grab me tighter in response.
Though I’m afraid to lower myself past my maiden’s breach. There’ll be pain. I hate pain.
“Haime, it is okay,” he says it like he’s reassuring me, saying this is enough for him.
He tries to shift away.
“No!” I cry.
“I will claim you with my tail and make you mine. My cocksss will not fit inside a small human. This is why we should stay away from each other. Why we do not belong—”
“I’m not just human!” To prove it, I impale myself on his length.
Iskursu roars and his tail flails, but I barely notice as my mouth opens into a silent scream. Tiny mewls of pain—and deep satisfaction—suffuse through me. I settle on his shaft, taking him fully while the other one lies beneath against my backside. I feel it jerk rapidly.
“Haime,” Iskursu says, sagging a little. My hands come up to rest on his chest, my nails biting into his scales.
I wait for the pain to grow, but it doesn’t. There was only a sharp snap right at the beginning. My mouth closes and my lips turn up into a smile.
He’s huge, and I took him. All of him. Pride swells. I knew I could take him.
I squeeze my sex, and Iskursu falls against me, rounding his arms around my back. His breathing labors. “Haime,” he groans, holding me close.
I squeeze again.
His breath hitches.
My smile widens.
This is everything I ever wanted and more. Now I need to prove to him how right we are together. So he will never leave me again. Sliding my hands up his chest, I grab his shoulders. All the while, his cocks twitch and jerk.
Bracing my feet again, I bounce up and back down once. Iskursu’s rasps fill my ears.
“Little one, you will hurt yourself,” he says.
“I—” I go up and down again “—won’t.”
He presses me hard to his chest and burrows his face into the top of my head. He’s so much bigger than me, being this close to him hammers that home.
I lift and drop back down hard. He groans and I sigh.
I press my lips to his scales and lick them. Still, there’s no pain. Instead, I’m slick and wet and gushing between my legs. Or he’s gushing seed, I don’t know—but I do know I want to move like a mad huntress and rut. But his arms lock me against him, constricting my movements.
“Release me,” I gasp.
Iskursu tenses. “Never!”
“Please, I need to move. I need more. More.”
He pulls back slightly to meet my gaze. It’s dark and hungry yet filled with exasperated worry. He’s genuinely concerned for me. My chest constricts and warms.
“Thisss is enough. Do not break upon me. I will not sssurvive your loss.”
Waters! I’m so full, but my patience thins. “Trust me.”
His bright eyes squint.
He loosens his arms, just a fraction. I gift him a smile, and he smiles back, his sharp teeth peeking through. I forget everything for a moment as I take in my naga man’s smile. I cup his cheeks.
His smile is frightening and sweet and drives my madness for him higher.
I rise up and sit back down, the rhythm growing familiar. Iskursu’s smile vanishes. I do it again, and he grabs my hips, it’s easier with his help. His claws dig into me.
I moan.
With nothing holding me back, I ride him in the way my body begs for. Shooting up and slamming back down, tossing my head from side to side. Years of built-up lust and insatiable desire explode inside me as I take him with a violence I didn’t know I had.
He’s tense, holding me on him, letting me have my way. His gravelly moans fill my ears as I grow even wilder. The sound encourages me.
“I’ve needed you so badly,” I cry, jerking up and falling back onto his lap. “I can’t—I can’t!” I continue to cry. My small tail hooks around his.
He’s so big, stretching me so perfectly, there’s nothing but him and me but I want it to be him and only him. I squeeze his prick with all my might, as the scales on his pelvis rub my clit. It’s not enough!
I need him so badly the madness is leaving my body and consuming my mind. I grind myself against him. Awe and excitement shudder his gaze, only driving me wilder. His tongue comes out to lick his teeth.
“Need?” he grunts.
“Help me!” I beg. I don’t know what I need. I just need more.
Waters, I’ve never felt so close to bursting.
The next instant, my back is on the ground and he’s between my legs, lifting them into the air, spreading them wide. He pummels down into me just as his tail curls under my head to hold it up. Taking his full weight—his giant body—tears a scream from my throat. It echoes throughout the cave.
But it’s enough.
I’m split open and freed of my madness. Pleasure surges and my entire body seizes. The sensation continues as he ruts me, as I scream out in bliss. Waves of heat course through my muscles, releasing all my tension, and I pray for it to last forever, clutching onto Iskursu.
His release comes quickly when I peak again, my body pulling all my tension back and then banishing it again. I whimper as he growls my name, sliding his tail under me and pulling me back to him.
For a while, we revel in each other’s bodies, fingers tracing, panting out our exhaustion. His scent—jungle spice and brine—fills my nostrils, comforting me. Everything about him comforts me… except for the growing concern that he may try to leave me again.
Niggling fear pokes at my contentment.
When he tries to lift off of me, I clutch him tightly… not unlike he did to me a short time ago. “Don’t leave.”
He stops and lies beside me instead, coiling his tail behind me. His prick slips out, and with it, a gush of his seed. I miss him immediately but wiggle and adjust to his claim. When I settle against him, I inhale, trying to memorize every detail of our scent. For now, he’s in my arms… For now, I’m in his…
I’m not good at begging, nor opening myself up. As the eldest of my siblings and the daughter of an ancient and mighty water dragon, vulnerability has never come easy. Our mating was new and exciting, but now my misgivings are returning, even as I hold him so close.
I can be vulnerable… if it means keeping him. I’ll shatter my walls to let him in.
Finally, I speak. “You can never leave me again, you understand?”
“Haime…”
“Understand?” my voice sharpens. “I want this every day for the rest of my life. If you leave…”
“I won’t leave,” he says.
I continue anyway, just to drive the point home. I can’t allow myself to feel relief. Not yet. “If you leave, I will never stop chasing you. Don’t curse me with such a life.”
His chest vibrates, and I lift to look at him. He’s laughing? My brow furrows.
“Why are you
laughing? I’m serious,” I grumble.
“This is my den, little human. You are in it. No female is brought to a male naga’s den unlessss he seeks to mate.”
“You said you brought me here because it was close.”
He reaches up and pushes my long white hair behind my shoulder. Hair I inherited from my father, so unlike every other female along the Mermaid Coast. Not even my siblings inherited hair like mine.
“What I say and what I want are not always the same.”
I humph and drop back down. “Same.”
“I won’t leave,” he says again.
“Good. Because now I don’t have to find Eshka’s clan and use another male to make you jealous,” I grump.
He tenses. “I will destroy them.”
“I know.”
“Do not tease such a thing. I will ruin them and salt the dirt they fall dead upon.”
His words make me gleefully, darkly happy. “I would hope so. So, don’t leave, because if you do, an innocent naga male will die because of you as I will go to such terrible lengths to force you back to me.”
“I will shave off their scalesss and scatter them to the ends of the jungle. I will wear their teeth on a string around my neck and parade with their decapitated head attached to my waist. I will piss on their corpses and then feed what is left to the crocodiles.”
I purse my lips. “Iskursu…”
“I will—”
“No more! Maybe I won’t make you jealous… Just don’t ever leave me again.”
“I will never leave. Not now that I know we can mate, that this is meant to be.”
But thoughts of his planned brutalization linger. “Waters…” I whisper.
For some reason, I’m clenching, wanting him all over again. Wanting him to confess his darkness upon me rather than on another.
I fall back and open my legs, shifting my half-ripped skirt back up to cinch around my waist. Iskursu leans up to look at me curiously, reaching over to pet one of my breasts absently.
“I need you again,” I say softly, showing him my vulnerability again.
He flashes me a serpentine smile and slides atop me. He grabs his other cock.
I shake my head. “No, both.”
“Both?”
“Give me both,” I demand.
“Human,” he rasps, “impossible.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
His slitted nostrils flare, his eyes twinkle. I reach between us and grasp his cocks, one for each hand, guiding him to my sex. When one tip touches my opening, my heart thrums with excitement.
“You are far too small. I should not have been able to fit with just one of my pricks. Two will tear you apart.”
“Trust me.”
My body needs two. It’s always needed two. But I don’t tell him that, no, I show him.
That night, and for the next month, I prove how terribly wrong he is.
I need all of him.
4
Iskursu
I haul the net out of the river and survey my catch. There are many fish and frogs, but best yet, a string of perfect waterlilies caught up in it. It has been over a week since I last checked it… the haul is plentiful.
The fish will feed my bride, and the lilies will adorn her body. I drag the net to the bank, plucking the twitchy fish off with my tail. They flop on the ground while I gently unravel the flowers from the rest of the catch.
I toss the frogs back into the water.
Haime does not like frogs. Though I do not mind them. Tonight, I will forego them for fish and flowers. She has pleased me much lately and that it is the least I can do.
It is a nice change from cockatrice. I muse. We have eaten nothing but cockatrice for a week. It was all we had on hand when my little human went into her femdragon heat and could do nothing but mate me.
It was her first heat.
And I am glad I was there to endure it. Thankfully, her dragon father, Zaeyr, knew what was happening to her—because we did not. I got her away from her human tribe and back into our den before she lost all her senses.
I smile. Endure? More like relish. Such a little human body—though I know my mate is tenacious and strong—should not be able to take a creature of my size, but she does, and with fervor.
Now she lies resting in our nest, sated and spent.
I do not want to leave her long. My fingers twitch. She may need me again if she wakes… And I will always be there for her, I vow. Wrapping the watervine of lilies around my shoulder, I extend my claw and turn my attention to the fish, making quick work of their flaying.
I cannot leave my human for long—ever. She will not have it. It is just as well, as I will not have it either. We have already spent too much of our lives apart because of me, and she still fears I will one day leave and never return.
How wrong she is.
But the damage has been done, and now it is my role to remind her when she doubts, to convince her that our future is set.
We have been together for a world spin. Reminding myself of this, I can barely comprehend it.
I never thought I could have Haime, my little human. She was beyond a base, primitive creature like me. She was beautiful and wild and unique. Even as a child, I knew there was no other female in all of Venys like her.
And I was a boy without a nest, a boy with nothing to offer, starving and eating bugs, grieving the loss of my parents.
I did not deserve her, her glances, her attention, any of it. So I strived to stay away. But as I grew, and she as well, my hunger for her increased. She did not leave me alone. Instead, she sought me every single day, and it was me who kept away.
I could not let her get close for fear I may steal her to my nest and keep her my prisoner. If I had remained the naga I was born to be, I would have. But I was saved by the human female Milaye, the Forbidden Jungle’s femdragon. If it was not for Milaye, Haime would have become my beautiful prisoner, not my bride.
I am the luckiest naga in all the land.
And I am strong. It is why Eshka sought to steal the one thing I desired most: the little human who hunted me every day.
I never told Haime this… but before Eshka’s attack, the naga queen sought me, asking me to join them, and when I refused, choosing to remain alone, it was an insult to all the clans in the jungle. Yet they wanted my strength and when I embarrassed the queen, she ordered Eshka to seize Haime, hoping they might use her against me.
But they will not come here. Not while I have the protection of a dragon. And not after Eshka failed. They cannot afford to lose another hunter. Because of that I never expect to see them again.
Throwing the juiciest of the fish meat into my basket, I ready to return to our den.
Squawking fills my ears.
My eyes snap up as birds take to the air. The jungle critters go quiet and soon a wooshing sound encapsulates all other noises. I sheathe my dagger and take to the tree beside me, slithering up to the highest branches where my view of the sky is unhindered.
I catch sight of Milaye in all her brilliant glory. The protector of the Mermaid Coast. A majestic dragon that is a sight to behold. She flies out along the beach to the south.
A gust of air hits me from behind. I look up as Drazak soars overhead, terrifying and glittering purple. Milaye’s mate. He heads in her direction as she swoops towards the ocean.
I watch them until they are nothing but dots on the horizon.
They were the first of Haime’s tribe to give us their blessings. They are the ones who convinced Haime’s father to accept me—grudgingly.
I do not care. He cannot control Haime, no one can. Not even me.
But it was Haime’s mother who I was frightened of. It was her acceptance I was desperate to have. In a naga’s world, the females rule. They are the lifeblood.
And she did accept me—wholeheartedly, if with a little bit a fear. I am not allowed on Sand’s Hunters tribal rocks after dark because many of Haime’s tribemates still do not tru
st me. I do not blame them. If I were them, I would not trust a creature like me.
I know that our kind do not get along. It is fair to say we are enemies. Naga’s are violent and territorial, prone to viciousness. One naga clan will wipe out another just as easily as they will take down a gorilla for food. Humans are viewed as negatively as another naga’s clan.
No, I am not welcomed near Haime’s humans, not really.
I shake my head. It matters not. With one last glance at the horizon, I make my way down the tree. It’s almost evening now, and I’ve lingered much too long for my liking.
My cocks harden with excitement.
I throw my net back into the water and grab my basket, lodging it under my arm. And without wasting anymore time, I shoot into the jungle and toward home.
I picture Haime as I slip through the trees. Her long white hair, her dark skin and bright icy blue eyes. The way her sapphire scales gleam with the glow bugs in my den. The way her lips purse when I slide my tongue down her body and between her legs.
There is nothing like yanking on her little tail when I mount her from behind. Her yelps when she takes both my cocks at the same time.
Haime’s body is delicious. So unlike females of my kind.
She’s sweet and small and has room for all of me.
I’ve wanted nothing else in all my life—only her. Only us. To share a cave how Milaye and Drazak shared my old cave.
I’d seen them rut. I watched them from the shadows. I became obsessed.
And when I saw Haime naked for the first time, bare in her nudity on the beach… A part of me broke that day, and I have been forever changed.
Leaves swish past me at rapid speeds. The jungle darkens as I hurry back home. By the time I see the hole for my cave, and the basket that will carry down my fish, I am crazed with lust. My eyes dilate as I drop the fish, rushing, not even caring if it hits the ground roughly.
Making my way to the river bank and down the waterfall, I dive into the water and into the underwater cave that’ll lead me to Haime.
I emerge to glow bugs and a fire. My heart thrums. I let my cocks slide out from my body.