The Elder Naga bridges communication

After a brief moment's thought, Fuu lowered her arms, then turned to nod to Robin. The younger girl stepped forward to accept the naginata Fuu held out to her, leaving Fuu unarmed.

As the elder Naga moved forward, Fuu arched herself toward him, pressing her chest outward as a byproduct of the act of exposing her throat. While his approach had been slow, almost timid, the last flicker of movement came with shocking speed. The elder Naga's hand shot out to grasp around Fuu's throat, firm and tight. Her eyes widened and she began to move, then froze stiff as a statue when that same Cyan glow engulfed his hands once more.

The sensation that washed over Fuu was like a cool, mild mint. It flowed from his hands into her, then outward, coursing up and down her throat before delving into her head, arcane magic burrowing it's way into her mind.

When he pulled away Fuu crumpled to her knees, gasping for air in front of him.

"Fuu!" Robin said, hurrying to her side while Emmaline stood over them like a watchful mother, fire swirling in the palms of her hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Robin." She said. "I think so."

When she brought her head upward, Fuu was forced to reckon with the fact that her crouching position had left her face directly at the height of the elder Naga's crotch and that, at some point while she had been disoriented by his spell, a pair of shiny, sticky, fleshy red cocks had emerged from the front of him. Now they were glaring at her in angry demand, as though accusing Fuu of arousing their vengeance and demanding that she assuage their irritation. Or at least pay some lip service.

Blushing, Fuu climbed to her feet. She stretched out a hand to pull Robin up as well, when she realized that the other girl was also staring entranced as the slight bobbing and bouncing of the twin cocks and may have taken a while to recover enough sense to stand up on her own.

"I apologize for the lurid display. And for the harshness of my touch. All magic bears it's rituals and costs."

Fuu's eyes locked on the elder Naga. His jaw had barely moved and the sound that came out was a subtle growl that modulated only slightly up and down. The words had played out in her mind, however, clear as crystal and with a tone of regal serenity and proud confidence.

"I have never felt such a spell before." Fuu said.

"Few outsiders do. Our is an old and very specific tradition of the arcane. It has survived solely through our duteous custody. As have many things."

"I see. Thank you for sharing your traditions with us, honored elder."

"Fuu? You feeling okay?" Emmaline had stepped up beside her and was looking quizzically at Fuu.

"Yes," Fuu said. "He has created some minor link between our minds, that we might communicate."

"Oh, okay," Emmaline said, then frowned. "So long as it's only for talking. Make sure he can't screw around in there, okay?"

"I will be on my guard."