Emmaline takes a train of snake cock

Across the room, Fuu and the Naga Elder had wandered off in slow conversation. Had she the presence of mind, Emmaline might have pointed out to Fuu the subtle lecherousness of his body language, that his eyes were more than ready to roam Fuu's body the moment her head was turned in distraction. It was the sort of casual patriarchal dominance and assertion that Emmaline had been forced to get used to, the behavior of a man who was so used to getting exactly what he wanted, so used to thinking of any pretty woman standing in front of him as a vulnerable set of holes ready to satisfy him, that he bothered neither with the direct force of violence nor the subtler, more coercive force of social pressure.

Emmaline was not a mind reader, but even out of the corner of her eye she could guess that the old pervert was already imagining the feeling of Fuu's tight cunt engulfing his cock, and devising suitable machinations to guarantee that she gave him exactly what he wanted.

She pointed out none of these things, for, at the time that these thoughts were passing fleetingly through her head, that head was busy being rattled about by the smack of serpent hips bruising her lips with a steady series of thrusts that plunged a cock down her throat. There was something enthralling even in the simple movement of his body. The Naga held a fistful of Emmaline's hair, locking her in place so he could ravage her throat, though the forceful smacks of his body against her own were still enough to make her breasts bounce with the shock of it. His cock churned in her mouth like a machined piston, a steady, rhythmic movement earned by a steady rolling of his hips up and forward, then back, drawing his cock from her face, covered in messy spit and slobber. His movements were graceful, but the effect was no less brutal because of it. Winding against her, he achieved a pace and rhythm that would have seen most women straining to break free. Even Emmaline was clinging to his hips for stability while her eyes stung with the beginnings of tears.

The rest of the group let the one serpent dominate her for a while, but soon an impatience or boredom overtook them. No sooner had the first finished spraying his strangely sweet and tangy cum down Emmaline's throat (sending her eyes rolling as a dizzying openness swept through her) than the rest descended on her. The half dozen of them were a swarm of writhing bodies, groping hands, and demanding cocks.

Emmaline collapsed, gasping for air, mascara drawing two long lines down her cheeks, and was caught by twelve hands, each tugging and twisting at her, trying to pull the communal sex toy into a position where they could more easily stake their claim on her fuckholes. Even as they manhandled and re-arranged her, they didn't miss their opportunity to grope or fondle Emmaline's body, kneading absently at her tits or pawing against the wetness of her pussy. A particularly strong pair settled on the inner arch of her upper thighs, dragging Emmaline across the floor while simultaneously splaying her open and exposing the flushed folds of her sex.

Already lost in a blissful delirium, Emmaline had nothing to say about her treatment beyond a series of gasps, moans, and the occasional undignified grunt of vapid confusion. That only become even truer when the largest of the Nagas proved that all his muscle wasn't just for show by hauling her into his lap and skewering Emmaline's pussy with his massive, throbbing cock.

Another claimed her face before Emmaline could do anything past wailing in a drunken, confused bliss and in seconds she was bouncing between them, the scion daughter of house Beaumanorie reduced to nothing more than a set of holes to be bounced between the cocks of monstrous strangers. Their bodies writhed against her own while Emmaline, even with all her sexual experience, could do nothing more than submit. They treated her like a sex toy and, obligingly, she leaned into the role, not grinding back to try to maintain some sense of dignity and control, but surrendering entirely.

Strong hips clapped against her ass while full breasts bounced and shook beneath her. Emmaline's hands quivered and grasped absently at the air only to be taken and put to use stroking off another pair of serpentine cocks.

When the first Naga pumped her womb full of seed, Emmaline's eyes rolled in her head. Her dropped her hips and her lower half slumped uselessly to the ground, even while his partner continued to use her pretty, vacant face like a flashlight. That reprieve lasted seconds, however, before another Naga lined up and rutted forcefully into Emmaline's leaking cunt, with another waiting his turn behind him, and another still.