So how are we feeling about naga sero ?🧐
cw: monster fucking, breeding, oviposition, belly bulge and body horror ig
Upper body sturdy with slim but tight muscles, long lower half of a Malayan krait, Sero isn’t as scary as the other nagas around nor tries to pose as a threatening creature, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have potent poison in those pointy fangs disguised in his big smile.
He’s sneaky too, quietly so, finds his way in to your backyard when you were distracted. He needed a safe place for his eggs and you looked so lonely in your little cottage, baking pies, reading books. You’re already so motherly, he oughta give you something more to take care of, right? Sero doesn’t pounce on you, not yet- he makes his presence know by purposely bumping his tail on some forniture, raises almost to the roof of your home when you whip around at the sound and visibly shrink at his size, shaking.
Again, he’s not scary or forceful like others and doesn’t meaningly try to intimidate you. Entertains small talk, says he got lost and wondered his way into your house, says your pie smells nice even though he doesn’t eat human food. He’s just so charming, so well spoken, that you can’t help but relax around him and talk openly, even admire his slender physic- and maybe the loneliness was getting to you when you clenched your thighs together.
And Sero notices, smiles wider and lays the charm down harder.
“It’s a shame we’re different kinds. I’d love to have someone like you as a partner-“ he’s sliding closer now that you don’t flinch from him, and it’s like your hypnotized by the way he moves, how his tail curled and swayed, “we’d build a nest we could come home to, maybe even raise a couple of kids for some extra company. What a life, right?”
You shakily gasp at a clawed hand carefully tracing your cheek as if you were fine chinaware, eyes never breaking away from his hooded dark ones.
“It really, really is a shame.”
And it slips out of you before you thought it through, the breathy question of if that really can’t happen and Sero finds it so cute how you clamp your lips shut in burning embarrassment.
He also finds it cute how you beg for his eggs, no trace of venom in your system spurring the lewd roll of your hips on his between your legs, now on top of your dining table where he placed you, peeled your clothes off layer by agonizing layer.
“You sure? You don’t mind?” He asks sweetly, pushes his tail firmer on your bare count and slowly drags up, hears you whine and sees you arch from it, grinding your clit even harder on his scales, already glistening with your arousal.
“I want them so bad, Sero! Please~, ngh... please put it in...”
His slimy cock was already out and it twitches at all the little pitches of your voice. Sero has to swallow because venom was pooling in his mouth, craving to bite you yet to reluctant to damage your perfect skin. He part your legs by your ankles, spreads them wide as they’d go and slithered his long body closer, rubs the wiggly appendage on your slit before letting it find its way in.
You moan at the stretch, cum pathetically to the fullness in your cunt, all the way to the very top. Then you squeal when he bulged at the base and the bulge traveled in to you, feeling it spread your walls and spreed your cervix open to push a gooey egg with a wet “blop!”. More follow and your world crosses at all the eggs filling you up, expanding your tummy, your incoherent babbling and tightness making Sero moan.
“Hm, your so good to me, letting me put my eggs in you.” He thrusts one of the bulges his eggs made in and your head rolled back along with your eyes. “Knew you were perfect. Fuck, I’m so lucky I met you.”
He burns the image of your enlarged belly in his mind as he deposits the last egg, sees their outline move on your skin, and finally splutters the liquid to fertilize them, your legs quaking violently in his grip with every throbbing squirt, your own body squirting clear liquid back at him.
Sero back out with a breathy laugh, letting your legs limply drop while he rubs soothing circles on your hips, pecks sweet kisses on your neck when you laid on the table brain dead and unresponsive, only slurring broken words of love and adoration.
He has to carry you to your bed, your body too weak to carry yourself now that your tummy dropped on your thighs. He tucks you in all nice and warm and promises to visit every day to check up on you, and later, bring food for your hatchlings.
