Try to run past the naga

You throw yourself forward, sprinting past the startled snake-man, your bare feet pounding against the stone floor. Just a little farther--

Something thwacks across your ankle, sending you sprawling. You gasp, the wind knocked out of you, and try to get back on your feet. The cool, dry coils of the naga slither across your legs, pinning them down.

"That wasn't very nice," he says. "Now I don't feel ssso bad about fucking you." Strong hands grip your arms, and the naga rolls you over and over, wrapping you in steely bands of muscle. The snake encircles you, pinning your arms to your sides. The coils squeeze you across your stomach, and across your thighs, leaving your cock hanging out. You squirm, but it's no use. You can't move.

"Please," you say. "Don't so this. I'm sure we can work something out."

"Sssorry," he says, his forked tongue tickling the side of your neck as he slithers behind you, his hands gripping your waist. You feel something cool and slick probing between your ass cheeks, and you clench your muscles, determined to keep him out. After a minute, he makes a frustrated sound. "This can be easy on you, or it can be hard. Quit resisting me and I'll make it easy."