No... (a Naga)

Shairi slept close to the fire. Her clothes were torn from the journey through the woods, and she needed its warmth.

She woke from a dream. It had been intense, and although it faded swiftly from her mind, she could tell it had been erotic by the dampness between her thighs. She smiled sleepily – and then wondered why she’d awoken. No light shone through the cave mouth, and Queiss still slept peacefully.

Hissssssss…

The sound was barely audible, even in the silence of the cave. Shairi tensed, unsure if she’d actually heard it.

Hissssssssssss…

It came again. Through half-opened eyes, Shairi could see a sinuous shape moving in the shadows. She knew she should act, but she was paralysed with fear, and by the futile hope if she didn’t move, the creature wouldn’t see her.

Hisssssssssssssssss…

It emerged from the shadows, and Shairi fought down a gasp. It had the body of a great serpent, more than ten feet long. Its scales were an unnatural purple, patterned with red bands. But its head was that of a beautiful woman, save for its long, needle-like fangs and its flickering forked tongue.

Shairi knew from her reading what it was, although she had never thought to encounter such a being. It was a naga, a depraved and terrible serpentine demon-spirit with powerful magic. It must have been sleeping, invisible and immaterial, when Shairi arrived. She knew that part of her immobilising fear was magical in origin, but that didn’t help her overcome it.

“Hmmm…” the creature hissed, its voice surprisingly melodious. “Prey sssleepsss in my lair, awaiting me when I wake? How convenient. And ssssuch a sssweet morsssel. Delightful.”

Before Shairi could muster the will to react, the creature struck forward, sinking its fangs into Shairi’s thigh. For a moment, as the burning sensation spread through her, she thought her life was over. Then, she realised the heat was not unpleasant. In fact, it was congregating around her nipples and pussy.

Of course, she remembered, naga venom was a powerful aphrodisiac. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realised she could move again. Her hands instantly began to caress her breasts and womanhood through her clothes. Helpless lust had replaced helpless fear.

The naga ran its tail along her clothes, and they fell apart as if cut with a knife, leaving her naked. She rejoiced in the freer access to her body, still franticly pleasuring herself, moaning as her fingers slid into her cunt.

The naga’s tongue tickled her pussy, making her cry out in pleasure as it tasted her freely flowing juices. Its tail moved across her skin, the smooth surface leaving a flushed, tingling wake. It rubbed between her pussy lips, and then its pointed tip pressed teasingly against her tight arsehole. The naga’s expression was almost playful, as if coyly undecided about which hole to violate first. Shairi wriggled gleefully under its touch.

Then a look rage came over its face. “What isss thisss? A barrier? You dare thwart my desssiresss, ssslut?!” She leaned close, her tongue probing deeper into Shairi’s pussy. The half-elf cried out as she came under the invasion, her slender body shaking helplessly. “No,” the naga said. “Thisss isss not your work. Ssstill, it hindersss me… What to do…”