Yandere! Naga Lord x Prisoner F!reader x Yandere! Naga Captain — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Nagas!yandere, power imbalance, nobility and prisonner, one sided affection, lovesick, petnames (pet, little one, etc...), size difference, non con, P in V, anal, double penetration, hard fuck, breeding kink, forced creampie (multiple), forced orgasms, kind of Dom(m)/sub(m and f) dynamic, loss of virginity (m), missionary, mating press
You knew...
You knew there was a risk...
The raids were frequent lately, but you still went into the forest to gather some medicinal plants, going farther and farther until inadvertently entering His territory.
Hael the Naga Lord’s territory.
Before you could do anything, before you could even scream to alert any hunter maybe near you, he wrapped his long body around you, clasping his clawed hand on your mouth with a shhhhhhh.
“One word, little one... And I dismember you...” He promises with a deep voice dripping poison, “You are quite the catch. What will I do with you, I wonder...”
And without further ado, he crawled deeper into his lair with you trapped in his embrace, taking you to the heart of his nest for whatever terrible death await you now...
This is not how you expected to spend your evening...
After your chores, serving the Lord all day long, he received the legendary Captain Breezeler.
A younger, even bigger Naga.
A deadly warrior.
Back when you were still among your people, you heard about tells of the young, fiery Naga captain, collecting human king heads all around as they kept raiding into human territories. He became a living legend
Or rather a living curse...
You feel so minuscule between the two monsters, they could kill you so easily... And the glance the Captain gave you when he saw you...
Always the same, always creeping you out.
Like he wanted to eat you, which is isnt unheard of. Nagas are known to enjoy human flesh as a particularly refined treat.
Each time he comes here, you feel him near you wherever you go, like he is hunting you down through the lair of the lord.
You spin to see behind you and you always see the tip of a long serpentine tail disappearing rapidly, and when you resume your walk, you feel a breath down your neck...
And you don‘t need that in your life right now, you are already busy enough trying to survive your Master.
You thought you would have the evening for yourself, that they would discuss their legendary differences and mutual hate, or discuss their next assault on the next human kingdom;
Leaving you alone, like each time they met, allowing you time to breath
And yet, here you are...
Your master summoned you into the wretched nest, and they welcomed you by towering over you with all their height.
Menacingly
Carnivorously...
Lord Hael caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lie on Captain Brezeler’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Brezeler that gently ruts inside of you.
"Do not come, warrior. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself."
You cannot be sure, but you think you heard the tiniest, quietest whine from the Captain Brezeler.
Lord Hael keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum.
He then repositions himself comfortably on the moss bed and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole.
"Are you ready, little bird?” He hisses like a chant.
He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears.
Too much
This is too much
You can't
How could you even...
"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Pet, I know..." Hael soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Naga cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his claws but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you will manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me, little one."
He curses in their serpentine language, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his scaly skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to.
You are so full and literally split in two.
Lord Hael finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles.
"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, Pet, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, little bird." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it. Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Lord to fuck you as it pleases him...” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking me. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Naga men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Pet? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes.
He dramatically pushes his long hair behind his back with a satisfied expression.
"And what do you think, Captain? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming to my lair with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally.
Captain Brezeler hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body constricts his big, big cock.
"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I can’t reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Hael grins sadistically.
He... Is he serious right now? The Captain is even bigger than him! If the slave talk above him he is going to slit your throat!
“Pet?” The Lord hisses a warning.
You gulp.
"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Lord Brezeler?" You stutter between his hips thrusts.
"Captain." Hael corrects darkly.
You wince
"Ca-Captain?"
You feel Brezeler’s deep growl emanating from his chest in your back, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him.
"Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily, "I would... LOVE that, Lady (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-"
Hael slaps the back of Brezeler’s head with his brows frowned.
"Do not address her so formally. She is Pet, or little one to you."
"Ah-ah...! Yes, Pet...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan.
Hael squints, looking at the both of you in silence.
"Can I cum?" Brezeler asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms.
"You would love that, don’t you?" Hael asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..."
"Yes, yes, yes...!" Brezeler pants heavily
"Well you cannot!"
Brezeler instantly digs his claws deep into your flesh and throws his head violently backward against the edge of the nest. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Lord.
But it is... Difficult
"Come on, warrior. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Lord Hael tilts his head mockingly.
Brezeler keeps his mouth closed, but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig into your hips.
Hael lowers himself to your ear.
"I know you are, Little pet. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, Captain." Hael declares, disinterested in Brezeler's despair.
"Hung... My Lord..." Brezeler huffs, at the very limit of his patience and willpower.
Hael only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.
"What, warrior? What power do you think you hold in this nest? You are here to serve and please me. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you little one? You have had enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know, pet, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly, holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Brezeler.
"I know what I promised you, warrior. But if you want your prize, you’d better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering this lair. Yes or no?"
You hear a snarl behind your back.
"Yes or no, warrior?"
"...Yes."
"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested in knowing if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Loard Hael growls, pissed off by Brezeler’s insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Brezeler that seems to try to hold you back.
But he learns his lesson, and lets the Lord take you.
"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege that a lot of other Nagas tried to gain from me, but I gave to none. Do you hear me, warrior? You will be the first."
Brezeler seems to subside as he takes the measure of Hael’s words and the immense present given to him.
"So? Can I count on you, or should I kick you out now?" Hael demands royally.
"Yes, Lord Hael." Brezeler agrees, his teeth gritted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-"
"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Hael closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready, my sweet?”
He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through, he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times.
"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, little pet. What would I do if my favorite toy were broken?. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me."
One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second hand fondles your nervous bud and starts playing with it.
"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, Pet. I barely touched your little pearl, and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your our dear Captain ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!"
Brezeler whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Hael orders, only caressing your hips with his thumbs.
"I think you are ready, little one. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Hael starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Naga cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? You are my personal fucktoy, my beloved little doll to breed until morning came... Him? I will exceptionally lend you to him for the soiree, but you can refuse if you want..." He teases mercilessely
Like they would ever take your opinion into account...
Brezeler growls a warning.
"Of course, little bird, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish, I can send him back right now."
You do not see it, but it is evident Hael is smiling sadistically at Brezeler with all the haughtiness of a Lord while Brezeler must be shooting him dead with his glare.
"What do you think, pet? Do you want him gone? Tell me…”
Yes
You want him gone
Both of them
But you value your head on your neck still
"No." You weakly gasp, already feeling your brain melting away under Hael’s mean hip thrusts.
"No, my sweet?” His tone drips with venom “Oh, you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out."
Brezeler snarls in response and Hael sniggers, audibly satisfied.
"Well, Captain? Aren’t you happy our toy wants us both?." Hael orders
"Th-thank you, Prin-Pet..." Brezeler grunts, his body heat skyrocketing.
"'Thank you, Pet'? Who is the Captain here again?"
"I-I knew she.. Desperately wanted... To be used by us both." Brezeler corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Hael's cock.
"Better." Hael bites, "Now, my pet, where were we? Ah, yes, your delectable little pearl. Captain, since you are useless at the moment, help your little pet and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.”
You feel Brezeler's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your little clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both.
Brezeler yelps and Hael groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lie down on Brezeler's tall, wider body as he lies on you in return, hugging you so tightly you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also...
Possessively.
He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied.
"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Oh look at yourself. Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing. This is a mess! This is such a good look for you. I want to admire it every day..."
You open your mouth... Only to let out an incoherent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word.
You are simply to fucked out.
"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, little one. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let us do the work." Hael softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek.
Hael’s ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your flesh hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in thenest with your desperate grunts.
He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy.
"You squeeze me so much, pet. This is... A delight !" He huffs.
Brezeler keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss.
Desperate for some affection in return.
Hael releases your body to take support on the tree behind you, looming over you two.
"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.”
Hael gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Brezeler's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise as Brezeler licks the blood away.
Hael releases the tree to place his hands beside your and Brezeler's head, dominating you both.
Entirely.
He considers you both, squinting, gauging you both before sniggering
"Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... Jealous
"Are you sleeping, warrior? I said, 'lets resume', do you really want me to kick you out?”
"Understood, my Lord." Brezeler responds, keeping his tone neutral, the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you.
Having Hael inside always was complicated enough; having Brezeler inside is another level of difficulty.
Having them both inside, is a miracle.
But having them both roam into you together must count as manslaughter!
How?!
How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells with each passing second.
And they show no signs of stopping.
"Focus on my words, pet. Listen to me, I want you to cum with me. I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me?" Hael sweetly asks.
Like a poisonous treat.
You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own chin as you forget yourself in the pleasure
"Focus, my dear. Captain, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Hael demands haughtily.
Brezeler's hand returns between your and Hael's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Hael's cock.
"Fuck... I almost cummed hearing you." He says, getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me, little one."
And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring you out of lust and hunger. He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you.
"I am so close, sweet little pet. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me?” He almost begs.
But you know better.
You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point.
“Warrior, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?”
Hael rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Brezeler caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble...
Hael clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure.
"Come on, Pet, I know you can do it. Cum with me... Come on, sweet thing. You would not want to anger me, wouldn’t you?"
The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy, and all the moans and wet sounds make your head spin.
Hael hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his long cock.
And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Hael's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb.
Your orgasm scream is muffled by Hael's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invading your secret temple.
Hael remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subsides and with it your desperate yelps.
He reluctantly parts from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss led to softer ones on the tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin.
"Wonderful, Pet." Hael praises, sighing, "You did it, good girl. Oh, you are drooling all over yourself, little one. Was it that good?" He laughs at you cruelly, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, my sweet pet. You are everything I need in this life."
You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body.
"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…”
Hael lies on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. His tail wraps around one of your legs, moving rhythmically around your limb. You whine as Brezeler doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Hael to look down between your bodies.
"All right, warrior, enough. I will take it from here." Hael parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please."
Brezeler immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Hael draws sweet circles on your clit.
Brezeler ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal.
You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.
Hael throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Brezeler mates with you like it is his last day on earth.
"That is not displeasing at all. Keep going a little more, warrior." Hael hums.
Brezeler grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace.
Oh dear maker...!
It is like a horse pounding into you.
This is such a trial.
This so hard.
You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust.
"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward.
Hael who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you.
"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. Of course you can if I order you." He grins at you
"I-I... I can’t..."
"Shhhhhhhh. Of course you can, and knowing you, it won’t be the last time. Turn your head and look at your Captain. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Pet. Can you? Look at his face, so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.”
You get lost in your admiration of Brezeler's face. He looks so harsh, but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours, you can see all the desperation, the hope, and the lust.
All that his heart is capable.
His eyes shine bright, begging you not to refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life.
“Come on, Pet. What would happen to my honor if my possession doesn’t eagerly serve my guests?”Lord Hael’s let hang over your head.
You gulp and lean forward to kiss Brezeler’s cheek.
He comes undone instantly.
When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside.
You cannot refrain from the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot milky seed flooding your guts.
You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over.
Brezeler's body relaxes and hits the moss under him as all his strength escapes him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat, and his large chest rises up and down rapidly.
Hael considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger.
"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt.
Hael silently admires his work on you.
"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I do not have our favorite plug on hand."
"Lord..." Brezeler intervenes with a hiss, still panting.
"Yes, I know, warrior. I did not forget.”
Hael leans on the side to retrieve a chalice of water. You look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted.
You cry as he gulps down the glass himself, craving that fresh water in your throat. But Hael leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips.
He raises back to admire the obscene scene in his nest, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.
He suddenly slaps Brezeler’s thick tail.
"All right, Captain. She is all yours.”
You frown, exhausted, as Hael simply slithers out of the nest casually.
You yelp as you feel Brezeler seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. More considerate than your Master, he does it very slowly, not to upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty.
"Oh fuck!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased.
To your distress.
Brezeler kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him in the large nest and... Rolls on top of you.
You gulp, Brezeler looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his serpentine eyes.
"Hum... Captain?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Master Hael promise you exactly?"
"Your sweet pussy." Hael reenters the nest with a glass of human wine in his hand
"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous
With his size?!
No!
Nono nononono nonononono no no!
There are reasons why Hael got your pussy :
-Hael never allowed another male to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.
- Especially Brezeler with his measurements!
There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him.
Like water is wet and fire is hot, Brezeler doesn’t fit.
You look back at Brezeler, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. A cruel joke at the expense of the captive girl, terrified for her life.
But he looks incredibly serious and...
Determinated.
And crazy.
"Master! Please!" You protest, putting your hands on Brezeler's pecs to prevent him from lying on you.
"Relax, pet. I know you can do it." He responds incredibly disinterested.
"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry.
"We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles.
"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Brezeler whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice... I will be tender. I dream of this night since I saw you for the very first time..."
You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy.
"Go on, warrior. A human woman's desire dies quickly." Hael instructs.
Brezeler angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You can’t believe he is about to crush you to pieces...
You can believe he kisses you like a lover when he is your torturer.
He brushes your noses together and sits on his tail, grabbing your hips in his large hands, and aligns himself against your entrance.
His shaft is already proudly erect once again, as nothing can tire Nagas. He plays with the tip for three seconds before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum, spilling again.
You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size.
He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh.
"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal.
"Language, pet." Hael warns.
You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating.
"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt.
Brezeler keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment.
"... Fuck... Please!" You beg, out of your mind.
"Relax, (Y/n)." Brezeler coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your nose again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles.
You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart.
This is so hard!
You feel like you are dying.
And finally
He stops
"Breath, my sweet, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face
"Captain.. Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pant and cry, feeling a tear rolling down your cheek.
Brezeler licks the tear with a purr.
"Yes, you can, my little pet. Of course you can, you are so good for me, I know you can do it." he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you.
You stutter several time
"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted.
"Yes, you can." he kisses you softly. "The Lord prepared you well. I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips.
He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is sickly sweet and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. It makes you feel like he loves you, his lips brushing yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom.
But why would he loves you? You are a possession, a prisoner.
A prey to toy with before devouring it.
You gasp and beg for Brezeler's mercy, but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper...
"Oh fuck...!" You sob
"Breathe, my sweet, tell me if it hurts." Brezeler comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself.
It doesn’t hurt exactly, it's just...
Too much!
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."
"Almost there, little one. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.”
Brezeler clasps one of his clawed hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together, and locking you with him.
"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in Naga language you do not know.
"How is it for you, warrior?" Hael mocks, "How are you holding on?"
"... With difficulties." Brezeler admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that."
Hael laughs, tremendously amused.
"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, warrior? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?"
Brezeler gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O.
Finally
You feel his hips against yours...
He is fully inside. And that is a miracle.
Brezeler trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow.
For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely.
"So? How is it?" Hael slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, warrior?"
"A lot...!" Brezeler breathily responds.
You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before.
"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, Captain... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.”
Brezeler's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock. He roars like a beast, his long, pointy teeth gritted shut, refusing to back down before the Lord of Nagas.
"You are sure of yourself, warrior, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Hael keeps teasing.
"I can." Brezeler leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, my Lord."
Hael laughs.
"You think I worry about you? Learn a little thing, warrior, you are EXACTLY where I want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.”
"How so?" Brezeler asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness.
"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Hael responds haughtily.
Brezeler gives him a side eye, suspicious, but refocuses on you and his sternness softens a bit.
"I am going to move, my sweet." He announces gently.
What’s with the ‘my sweet’ with him?
You greet your teeth in the sheer effort to not break down in his arms.
Brezeler slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the wet moss under you, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult
Brezeler tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips.
"What are you waiting for, Captain? Kiss her." Hael seems to be losing his patience. "Are you getting shy all of a sudden?"
Brezeler licks his lips before lying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size, and your lips meet for a kiss.
Sickly sweet
Sickly tender
Like those creatures were capable of love, but you know better.
"Go on. Kiss her as she loves it, use your tongue, rob her of her breath, and make her head spin." Hael instructs
Next thing you know, Brezeler's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You reluctantly accept, and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and a languid, sensual experience.
You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion.
"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.”
Brezeler’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly.
Brezeler's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex.
"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? That’s how you treat a woman, do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord..." Brezeler tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused.
Hael looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He approaches his large nest, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly.
"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction.
Brezeler obeys, grabbing your hips, he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest, and lies over you.
You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea.
"How does it feel, warrior? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Hael asks with a lopsided grin.
"Ye-Yes'..." Brezeler nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences.
"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl."
Brezeler gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee.
"Continue, Captain. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..."
Brezeler's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the root next to your head and you can actually hear him break it apart with his claws, reducing it to pieces.
"What do you think, soldier? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Hael asks in a secretive tone
But something in his voice is...rotten
Like his words are dripping of pure poison
"Yes, Lord! It is fantastic!" Brezeler declares, getting lost in his sensations.
"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that, pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Hael smiles at you, booping your nose.
Then Hael suddenly grabs Brezeler's long hair and yanks his head backward violently.
Brezeler whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Hael doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission.
"Now listen, soldier.” He spits, “You may be a genius on the Battlefield, but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?”
Brezeler growls.
But submit
"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."
Brezeler resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward.
"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of naga who begged me for one night in her arms. But I refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?"
"...They were not worth your time?" Brezeler hisses between his teeth.
"And that would make YOU worth it, maybe?" Hael mocks, "I had nothing to gain by giving them access to her embrace. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Hael hisses between gritted fangs, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet, but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Hael continues snarling, "For you see, this honor will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You will wish to remain in this breeding nest, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts.
Brezeler remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going.
"But, if you wish to remain, you must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?"
Hael shakes him again before his mutism.
"I pity you, Brezeler, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less."
"What makes you think that?" Brezeler finally broke his silence.
"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Hael reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back my harem? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Brezeler, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Naga will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Hael enunciates clearly, like his long years as a ruler taught him "But... If you accept my terms, I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect from you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"
"Be more precise in your offer." Brezeler negotiates.
"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle in other fae’s affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put our youngs in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY pet." Hael hisses the 'my', "You will be free to flirt and to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Hael presses his lips to Brezeler's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.”
Brezeler seems to freeze, eyes focused on his Lord, debating in himself whether he was telling the truth.
"You heard me right, boy." Hael smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human darling. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around the forest with your legacy inside of her for all Nagas to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Hael’s words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Brezeler, already slipping down the slope.
"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Brezeler demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced.
"They will live with her and me, they will receive the Family’s protection and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back from the battlefields, you can take them to your territory to have them all to yourself, I do not care." Hael lowers himself down to Brezeler's level again "If you play your cards right, Brezeler, you will secure what every Naga parent craves for their descendants: privileges and security from the humans. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Naga breeding instincts to your heart’s content and protect all your children with my status.”
Brezeler chest rises up and down rapidly.
"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."
Brezeler presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself.
"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my darling. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me."
Hael turns his head to you, with a knowing grin.
"What do you think, pet? Wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young naga's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?"
You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolling inside your head.
You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now.
Thank the Warrior Brezeler is so focused on Hael's words his rut is less powerful.
Allowing you to just... Breathe
"Mmmmmh... Look at her Captain, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Hael muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Naga clan." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly.
"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Clan..."
"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, soldier." Hael's tone hardens, "Be loyal to your lord without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Family. That! Is the Naga way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Brezeler." Hael whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate goal: perpetuating the race."
Brezeler's muscles contract as his breath deepens, terribly interested, drinking Hael's words like honey.
"You are a good Naga, Brezeler. I know it." Hael soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, and giving you a reason to fight the human kingdoms. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in everyday life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?"
Hael caresses the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Brezeler's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love.
"You have only one word to say, Brezeler, and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?”
"..."
"What did you say, soldier? Speak clearly, I did not hear you!" Hael demands regally.
"...Yes... Yes, yes...!" Brezeler repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce.
Hael considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Captain
Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed.
Finally.
"Good, soldier, good." He playfully boops the tip of Brezeler's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Brezeler's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.”
Brezeler grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough.
He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his slitted tongue, letting out a long moan. He licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin.
He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest of your dying attention with his bright slitted eyes. His eyes shine so brightly that the pupils disappeared altogether, and the moonlight is useless with two pairs of Naga eyes.
He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward.
He slips out of you, leaving just his tip...
Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him.
And rams his whole size back in with full force
You let out a scream
It feels like a bull run over you.
He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you
You try to take a big breath, but each of his hip undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain, but all words die in your throat.
Brezeler keeps going.
Accelerate his pace
Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a sex toy, rapidly, deeply and greedily.
"Fuck!" Brezeler curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, my sweet! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "You feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!"
The tree roots complain and crack under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities.
"Please, sweet thing, please!" Brezeler begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you bear my children? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion, he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams.
"That’s... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Hael says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session.
"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Brezeler grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Love...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Gods, this is so good, I cannot stop!"
"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count, soldier." Hael pats Brezeler’s shoulders with two fingers and slithers outside the bedroom towards his library, "Have fun, you two."
"I can feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please, Love..." Brezeler’s voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you, my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Brezeler chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?"
Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Brezeler’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you.
"S-Sir...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-"
"And all of it is for you, love! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Lord was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh, you cursed me, Love! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!"
"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I can’t take that much inside me!" You cry, "Oh god..!"
"I can’t!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh, you feel AMAZING!”
"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!"
"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.
You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.
"That was GLORIOUS, my love! Oh, keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!”
Brezeler roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body.
"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"
The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously.
"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! Hell!" Brezeler starts to get delirious between your thighs; gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Captain.
You now have a true animal between your thighs
"Oh- Oh Gods....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising in your veins.
"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!"
He gives a final, fated twist to your pearl, and you scream for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shreds! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Brezeler’s large body.
Brezeler gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as violent and desperate, and he comes undone inside you.
You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy.
Your body suddenly...Fall
Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, madness... Just snaps, and all your strength leaves you entirely, and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress of moss helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Brezeler's entire mercy...
He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented, like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you, or rather devours you with his fiery eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him...
Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace, and in your debilitating daze, you can pick up on the fact that he started purring.
You break down crying. You sob and hiccup uncontrollably as Brezeler embraces you tightly, still buried in you.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Love... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry, my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, it is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with yours tenderly, trying to soothe you, but you keep crying, "Hug me as as hard as you need, my love, my body is at your entire disposal."
You don’t.
You gasp and whine as he presses your body tight in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your sweaty skin.
You shake
Immobile
Stunned.
What’s wrong with them?
Why does it have to happen to you?
Why-
“I am so jealous of the Lord. I know he has you every night, all for himself to enjoy and love. I could not let a chance pass to share and breed you.” He coos, "You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and whispers so low you barely hear him, "I love you…”
"Dear God, you took your sweet time!" Hael barges into the nest, a stolen book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Brezeler's arms, "...What's happening here?" He stops dead in his tracks.
Brezeler looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes.
"I may have-"
“Did you break her?!” Hael shouts
He throws the book across the nest, and immediately runs to your side, "Pet? Are you all right? Look at me, Darling..."
You sob as Hael forces Brezeler to release you, hugging your upper shoulders, "Hell, what did this brute do to you, Darling? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my pet, dry your tears, your master is here."
You dig your nails in the moss under you.
You want all of this to end.
But you can’t escape their grubby hands.
"Lord, I-" Brezeler tries.
"Not a word, warrior." Hael cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go."
"Please, My Lord, I just..." Brezeler insists, but closes his mouth before Hael's terrible gaze.
"Leave, warrior. You are no longer welcome in my breeding nest."
Brezeler slides back, a stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Lord in submission.
He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore.
Hael sits down on his large tail and hugs you tight, whispering sweet lies into your ears. He cradles you, kissing the top of your head.
"I know, pet, I know. Try to give a beast some food, and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn it’s place." He hisses, looking at Brezeler crawling back.
Brezeler turns to both of you, in his golden chains of honors, his usual stern expression on his face.
"Thank you for allowing me to come tonight." Brezeler bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. "I am sorry, Love. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am."
And he slithers away, leaving you alone with the Lord.
"Good riddance." Hael keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear.
His clawed hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see.
He hisses
"Such a crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle others’ property with more care."
“I am not... Your property...” You forces between your gritted teeth.
A last defying stunt.
Your master immediately grabs your chin to force you to look at him, his slitted eyes looking furiously at you.
“What did you say, pet?” He asks incredibly coldly, instilling fear into your stomach
You gulp down, terrified and weak before him.
“I own your life, I own your body. I can break it how I want. I could allow all the Nagas that ask me to have their way with you, and a lot are less careful than we both are.” He lets you know, “I own this pussy and I’ll use it how it please me.”
This is a threat as much as it is a promise.
“And you better prepare yourself, little one. For each baby you will give that animal, you will give me two. Open those legs, we are not done for the night...”
Yandere! Naga Lord x Prisoner F!reader x Yandere! Naga Captain — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Nagas!yandere, power imbalance, nobility and prisoner, one-sided affection, lovesick, petnames (pet, Princess, etc...), petty revenge, jealousy, harassment, meeting the bebes
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"There you go!" You laugh, holding the feeding bottle of milk that the baby goat teats ardently, "There you go, my girl!"
She drinks avidly, her brothers and sisters all around you, bleating for food and attention.
"Yeah, yeah, I am here. Everyone will have a turn." You promise, caressing as many fluffy heads as you can.
You grab one lamb and give him the bottle that he sucks with energy. They are all in pretty good health, if not a bit shocked to be brought from a human farm to a Naga enclosure. You realized that being near the snake monsters stresses them out, and you asked that no one enter the sheep pen without your supervision.
For a small moment, you are back home, in your farm, taking care of your own sheep and goats.
For a fleeting moment… You are at peace.
If that one baby goat at the back could stop screaming for just a second, that would be great.
"What's wrong, baby? You saw a wolf?" You ask, turning to the baby goat that bleats their lungs out, looking at the ceiling.
You raise your head and stifle a scream. Lying on top of a joist, looking down at you, head resting on his crossed arms, Captain Breezeler is observing you in silence.
"Wha…What are you doing here, Captain?!" You ask with a trembling voice.
The sheep pen is your sanctuary, the only place none of them is supposed to enter without your authorization!
He doesn't respond, preferring to fix you, mute like a tomb, his long, large tail undulating all around the joist.
"You… You can't enter without my approval!" You insist, " It's bad for the baby sheeps!"
Again, he remains silent, his pupils reducing to a thin slit as a low hiss escapes him. You hug the baby in your arms like he could protect you from the huge monster looking at you like prey.
You are trembling with fear, wondering if he won't jump down on your throat.
"You must leave, now! Please…!" You try to be assertive in your voice, but it is so clearly trembling.
He uncrosses his arm to retrieve something on his back, and he throws it to the ground at your feet.
You jump when the knife lands, firmly thrust into the ground.
"You thought you could hide something like that from me?" He asks, almost uninterested.
You look at the blade you stole and hide in the hay of the pen.
Mute
Frozen
Incredulous
"I smelled you carrying Iron near the nursery." He continues, his voice deep and low, "I just wanted to let you know that if you harm our babies, there will be consequences. Understood?"
You gulp, terrified.
You grab the blade and turn it toward the Naga with trembling hands, the lamb jumping from your lap.
"I have my eyes on you." He ominously says before disappearing into the shadows of the ceiling.
You remain still, fixing where he was standing just a minute ago before lowering your blade with a sigh.
You observe the knife in your palm, brushing the sharp edges in mute contemplation. You did not even know what you wanted to do with that knife!
Was it for you? Was it for the baby monsters? Even you did not know… You just stood in front of the nursery with it in your hands, feeling your palm sweating and your limbs trembling.
You hurriedly hide the blade in your pocket and stand up. You wince, your groin region still not fully healed since you gave birth to those creatures, and you still walk a bit funny. You exit the sheep pen and hurry up the corridors. You evade the other servants as best you can, but your superior spots you from behind.
"(Y/n)! The Lord is asking for you." She hisses at you.
"I'm coming." You respond, your throat dry.
You follow her back down until you reach the roots of the Palace. There, Lord Hael is discussing with a soldier, his spear still bloody, making you shiver.
"There you are, pet! I have a task for you." Hael welcomes you with a smile, flashing his long canines.
You gulp, giving him a short bow, nails dug into the fabric of your dress.
"You are healed now, don't you?" He asks.
You feel a shiver creeping down your spine as he slithers closer.
"Barely, my Lord… I am still in tremendous pain." Which is not exactly true.
But not false either.
"Can you sit?"
"Yes…?"
"It will do. I want you to clean a mess in the cellars."
"… That's all?" You ask, bewildered.
"Yes." He tilts his head, "What? What's that relieved expression?"
"Nothing, my Lord!" You immediately calm things down, "I shall head out to the cellars immediately."
You bow once more and disappear in the meandering of the Nagas' castle. You who thought he would ask you to sleep with him once again so early after the delivery!
'It's just a cleaning task, that's nothing!' You repeat to yourself, 'Even if it takes me 12 hours, it's 12 hours away from all of them!'
As you go down the steep slope toward the cellars, a rancid odor starts to seep into your nostrils, clothes, and hair.
Goddess, did they slaughter pigs down there? It smells like blood and metal, it's disgusting!
You gag, pressing your hand on your mouth and nose as you reach the bottom of the slope, discovering two Naga females laughing together.
"Ah, there is the human." One of them notices you.
She grabs a fistful of holed fabrics and hands them to you with buckets while the other opens the door.
You enter the cellar and immediately feel nauseous.
Here, you discover an innumerable amount of armor soiled with blood, lying on the ground, waiting for you to clean them.
"It's for trying to flee the Lair!" They laugh, "Have fun!"
You feel your blood evacuating your veins, and you almost faint on the spot. The odor is so strong, and the visuals are sickening.
But you hold on.
You grab a breast plate with trembling hands to start cleaning before realising a piece of intestine is still glued to the crevice of the armor…
Oh dear Goddess…
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You are so tired… For how long have you been scrubbing those damn armors? Your hands are wrinkling, your nails are broken with blood stuck under them, the scent of flesh is so pungent you only wish to run upstairs to take a big breath of fresh air, your arms are painful, and your back hurts.
You wipe some sweat on your forehead with a long sigh.
At least, you don't have to deal with the Nagas while you are killing yourself at work! Outside of some servants who pop in for some short moments before returning upstairs. You let the helm you are cleaning fall down on your lap as you make your spine pop with a quiet yelp. Your spine is so messed up. You make your neck crack for a bit of relief, trying to relax your shoulders at last.
You sigh again as you look over the number of pieces you still have to clean… You did not manage your efforts, but this pile seems infinite…
How many humans did they kill to bank up so many armors?
You look at your reflection in the polished helm. You look utterly pitiful… You have dark circles under your eyes, your skin is dirty with dust and soot, your hair is disheveled and lacks the shine people used to compliment you for.
Your shoulders lower when your tummy starts grumbling, demanding food. You have not eaten since you started this stupid punishment. In fact, you have not even left that humid room since this morning.
You turn your head to some of your buckets filled to the brim with entrails and pieces of flesh you discovered in those ideas soldiers' armors. You should empty them at some point.
So you grab them, letting the helmet fall to the ground, and discover the state of your dress and apron.
Completely soiled with blood and pus… Yerk.
You open the gate of the cellar and head outside to the open-air landfill site. The Nagas dug deep trenches to dispose of their garbage before setting them on fire, deep enough to ensure no cinders would jump out and set fire to the nearby forest.
Quite similar to your village's system.
You head to the pits, your spine complaining at each step, a group of maids lazing instead of working under a close tree. You hate how they all stop talking, their slitted eyes following you around when you pass in front of them, like you were an unwanted pest, something they would kick out if it ever came too close.
Which is true. You are a pest. A pitiful little insect in a nest of vipers.
You chose not to turn over when it seems to you that one stands up to follow you… Because you cannot be sure, and if you are wrong, they will definitely come for you.
So you slightly accelerate, carrying the heavy buckets in your sore hands when you finally reach the holes in the earth. You kneel and start emptying the buckets, refraining from vomiting to see your peers' remains being thrown like common trash. You swallow to relax and finish this trial quickly when you feel a presence behind you. You turn your head to see that there are several she-Nagas looking down on you with carnivorous smiles.
You gulp, trapped between fangs and claws and the deep pit.
"So, this is the punny human the Lord took a fancy to?" One starts.
"I don't see why he chose her." Another laments, "She looks so… plain, even for a human. And so frail, too. What good could she be for?"
"Lying down, that's the only use for those tarts!" Another laughs heartily, "She can't even give birth properly!"
"And she is so dirty too." One of them swipes her thumb on your cheek, collecting soot, making you shudder, "She can't even wash herself properly! To think that she is regularly in contact with the Lord and the Captain… Sometimes I do not understand the males."
"She is just a sex toy. It will pass. They will break her and get bored with her! Like always with those types of rats."
The bigger one, that has been quiet until now, slithers forward menacingly, bearing her fangs.
"That is not what is bugging me, right now." She declares, lowering herself to meet you in the eyes, accentuating your size difference, "This tart gave birth to Captain Breezeler's offspring and is bound to give some to our Lord. Yet I hardly see her taking care of them…" She hisses.
She lets her claw travel up to your chin, forcing you to raise your head up with the sharp tip, her slitted eyes spewing fire at you.
"What kind of woman neglects her own babies, exactly?" She demands, the circle tightening around you, "What kind of woman gets the honor of siring with the Lord and the Captain and then completely neglects the offsprings afterwards? Can you riddle me that, human?"
You gulp, feeling cold sweat down your spine.
"I… I never wanted those babies…" You manage to explain, "I was forced to carry them to term. I-"
A loud hiss silences you on the spot.
"You were 'forced to'? Do you know how many females would kill for one night with the Lord? And you complain about the honor bestowed upon you?"
"I…I…"
"I hate ungrateful brats like you. You could have the world in your hand if you played it right, but you are too dense to even realize your chance! You're just good enough to open those legs, without a brain to manifest your fate! What do they see in you?"
You prefer to remain silent.
What do they see in you? An easy prey, evidently, and by now you wished they would have grown bored of you and moved on to someone else.
And now you have to compose with jealous Nagas?
"Tssssss, we've been told that humans were cunning if nothing else, yet you don't seem to have a light behind your eyes; it's pitiful." She hisses, "You are a bad servant, a terrible breeding recipient, and an even worse mother. What are you even alive for?"
"I… am just a maid, why are yo-"
"We don't keep those who do not pull their weight; it's spoiling food and resources. You barely work, but you even refuse to take care of the little ones in the nursery? Why should we keep feeding you? Provide you with a bed? Mend you?" She bares her fangs at you, "We should abandon you in the middle of the forest for you to get devoured by wolves. Or feed you to the offsprings!" She throws her clawed hand at you.
And before you can realize, she jumps back, holding her hand as red blood pearls down her arm. She looks at you out of herself as you lower your gaze and discover the knife in your hand, lifted at the She-Nagas.
You gulp, your hands trembling but firmly holding the handle.
She roars and slides toward you incredibly fast, pushing you away with all her weight. You feel the impact in your stomach, your feet taking off the ground…
And then you feel yourself falling into the void.
Until you land heavily in the trench, on top of the pile of garbage.
You cough, spitting dirt out, before looking up at the harpies laughing.
"Stay there for a moment! It suits you better than the Lord's arms." They snigger.
And they abandon you there.
You stand up, still dazed by the impact and approach the wall of the pit. It's made of crumbly dirt with no rocks to hold on to, and escalate.
"Help! Heeeeeelp!" you scream, your hands as loud hailer, "I'm down there! Help!"
You wait, your heart beating in your ears.
But you hear no one coming…
You shiver, the coldness and darkness of the evening creeping on you, when a piercing white lightning streaks the sky. And like that, torrential rain starts to fall…
You have to get out of here, or you will die!
By sheer despair, you grab the biggest trash and waste you can find to pile them up and climb out of the pit.
Everything is falling apart around you.
You… You wish to die, to be free, to be reunited with your family.
But not like that.
Not so slowly and painfully.
Why did you even stop the She-Naga? With a little bit of chance, she was about to slit your throat, and everything would have been done! You'd be free!
And yet.
Yet you seized the knife to protect yourself…
You stop for a moment.
You turn your head to contemplate the knife lying on the ground a few meters away from you. You drop the garbage in your hand and seize the shiny blade, reflecting the lightnings striking the sky.
You wish to die! To be free!
You turn the blade toward you and press the sharp tip where your heart hides.
You breathe in and out longly, your hands trembling.
You wish to die!
You wish to be free!
You wish to die!
You wish to be free!
You wish to die.
You wish to be free.
To die.
To be free…
Do you… Really?
Is that what you are after?
Did your sparkle die? Did you let them extinguish it?
…
You have no concrete answer; you only know that right here, right now, you cannot bring yourself to ram that knife through your heart.
Or staying rotting in that pit!
You growl and throw the knife to the ground to resume the construction of your garbage ladder.
The rain makes everything slippery, and you fall several times, almost impaling yourself on broken lances and stakes. You barely see in the dark, and the humidity makes the odor of the trench so much more ignominious.
But you keep trying, you insist, you redo it each time you slip or the hill of trash falls.
And finally, after what felt like hours, you manage to grab the surface and hoist yourself with difficulty on top of the wet ground. You grumble and groan as you pull on your arms to lift yourself up when a large hand grabs you under the shoulder and… lifts you up easily.
"I got you!" A feminine voice you have never heard rises.
And like that, you are out of the pit, on terra firma, on all four, coughing up the dirt out of your mouth, trying to take back your breath.
"Why were yo… Oh." The woman starts, "It's you."
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and raise your eyes to the one who helped you. This is a tall She-Naga you remember seeing several times among the court of the Lord. Most of the time, you see her with Captain Breezeler… You think she is part of the soldiers of the Lair.
A soldier… Or even an officer if you remember correctly.
Oh dear Goddess, you're so done for!
"Spit the dirt out." She pats your back, "What were you doing in the pit? Did you slip?"
"No…" You spit dirt as she said, "Someone pushed me."
"I see. Can you stand?"
You clear your throat, standing up, a bit wobbly, but she keeps her large hands around your shoulders to stabilize you.
"Th… Thank you, Ma'am." You have the presence of mind to thank her before she gets mad at you.
"Let's not speak of it. Come inside before we catch death." And you both hurry back inside the tree castle.
You pass the arches, and finally, you are somewhere warm and dry. You are freezing to death, wet to the bone, and your wet, dirty dress is of no help.
"Let's return upstairs." She orders, wringing her long hair as you shiver, rubbing your arms, "You are more fragile than any of us."
You both hurry up the slope, you slip several times with your wet soles, but she catches you, hoisting you on your feet. You're drenched, cold, and your teeth chatter. She silently throws her big coat on your shoulders and heads forward, not leaving you time to thank her again. Finally, you reach the ground floor, where it is dry and warm, with big fireplaces burning in almost every room. You are heading toward the next slope to head to your bedroom, but at the bottom, you stop.
Do you want to die?
Is that what you truly wish for?
To end it all?
If you look into the depths of your soul, you do not know.
At least not yet… If you are honest.
You think you still want to give it a shot. Maybe you will find a way to flee… and be free at last! And you know what to do for them to get out of your back for just a moment!
You spin on your heels and head toward the nursery, under the She-Naga's surprised look.
"You do not go to your quarter?"
"No. I wish to live a little more." You simply respond.
You reach the nursery door, holding the hems of the coat around yourself, nudging yourself in its warmth. You take a deep breath…
And enter.
Inside, you discover different nests, some full, some empty. But quickly, you notice the tall and large frame of Captain Breezeler, lying against a wall, a baby in his arms.
Immediately, he snaps his gaze at you, clearly suspicious.
You gingerly approach, your two hands well visible to him, like a sign of appeasement. You see him flare his nostrils at your arrival.
"What do you want?" He asks sternly.
Coldly.
Telling you that you are not welcome here.
"I… huh…" You start, unsure.
'Get to it, girl! If you're not convincing, you are done for!' You berate yourself internally!
"I came to see my babies, obviously." You retort to him with all the arrogance you can muster.
You still tremble under that coat.
Breezeler hisses, straightening his posture, he raises well above you, looking down at you from all his height. You gulp, terrified.
"What came over you so suddenly, human?" He demands regally.
"I… Does a mother not have the right to see her own children, now?" You retort in the same tone.
Your voice is shaking so much… you fret internally.
Breezeler remains mute, considering you like a predator looking at prey. You yelp when he lowers himself, face so close your cheeks brush inadvertently. You hear him smelling you, his long, slitted tongue grazing your neck and earlobe like he is tasting the air.
Mute, you await his judgment.
"I do not smell the blade on you anymore." He finally reveals.
Frozen, you wait to see what he is going to do to you, but he lowers himself and hands you the baby he had in your arms.
"Here, Princess, this is one of your daughters…" He susurres lowly to you.
Oh Goddess, she is… So grotesque!
You almost drop her in pure disgust, but that would get you killed for sure, so you pretend to be enamoured and press her close to your heart.
"She is… Adorable." You manage to spit a lie with a smile.
"She took a lot from you." Breezeler nods, grazing her plump cheek with his knuckles.
You shiver at the view of his claws.
The baby blabbles, agitating herself in your arms, and opens her eyes at you for the very first time ever. She looks at you in a silent… confusion. She silently tilts her head at you, her slitted eyes thin like a snake.
Oh, dear… This is such a disturbing visual…
"H-Hi, you." You stutter, pretending to be enthusiastic, "I am your mother, hello!"
She frowns at you.
Clearly… displeased.
Oh, what a scene you must be displaying right now… Mother and daughter, so unsure about each other.
And out of nowhere, she starts to laugh.
This is so… Crystalline?
So clear?
How can a creature so bizarre produce a sound so… Pure?
"Oh…" You are taken aback, clearly surprised, and you hand her to Breezeler.
But he circles your shoulders with his arm and presses her to you, hugging you both in the process.
'Keep it cool, girl, keep it cool,' you repeat in your head.
"She is happy to meet you." He declares, a low purr starting in his thick chest.
"M-me too! I am glad!" you reply.
You refrain from a wince when he presses his lips into your hair.
"Come, we have another son and daughter for you to meet at last." He gently guides you toward other nests.
After the reader and your OC's had some long and intense sex, the reader sits up and goes "great warm up, now let's do it for real" to tease them, but they don't notice she was just teasing and thought she challenged them, how would they react? Keep in mind they don't know she is joking for now and probably realize it WAY later XD
Got this idea from somewhere and wonder what will they do
Aodh, Dragos and Hael would just go 'Oh you wanna play? Bet.' And jump on her to ravage her in the most delicious way possible.
Gwledig and Bree are way less experienced in the art of sex than the others, so they'll genuinely think their performance was really poor for her to say that. Like to them they give their whole to please her and she thought it was not the real deal? OOF.
Gwledig will try to emulate his more manly brother and put on a macho front (with little success) and try to 'punish her' for her comment, only to find his entire attitude deeply embarassing the whole night while she sleeps next to him, well satisfied.
I think Bree would shut down on himself for a second. Sex is deeply intimate and personal to him, and the fact that he supposedly "failed" at satisfying girly pop is upseting to him... He'll probably go down on her until she is begging him to stop, in tears of overstimulation and too many orgasms.
Ambrose, Ambrose, Ambrose... I think he'll be the one catching up that she is playing with him. "You do not want to live through true Fae sex, my love..." he boops her cute nose with a devilsh grin (there is no 'true fae sex', he's just biting back)
How would each of your OCs react if Reader accidentally bites their dick when she’s blowing them? Throat goat Reader laughed a bit or swallowed the D a bit too fast
Aodh would groan and, before laughing at you, wiping your mouth and coughing. "Ouch! You need more practice, beloved! Worry not, I have the entire night to be your training toy."
Gwledig would wince, but play the macho man (totally putting on a front) before immediately folding in front of your teary eyes, "ouch! I see you like it rough! You... Oh my Lord, are you all right, darling?"
Hael would grunt and be a bit mad, but not for long. He'll ask you to be a bit more careful around his precious family jewels while totally not worrying for you, "Ow! Be more delicate, pet! Go slower if you ne... You're dealing with precious jewels, here, treat them as such!"
Breezeler, it's probably his first time getting sucked, doesn't know better, would be struggling and whimpering under you, totally thinking it was voluntary on your part and that you want to torture him a bit, "Ouch! Is that how you like it, Princess? I can take it if you want me to..."
Dragos would pull you away from him, wipe your drooly mouth with a cloth, and let you take back your breath, "Easy, breathe with your nose. Do you want some water, mon amie?"
Ambrose would lyelp, before looking at you, enamored, caressing the top of your hair and cheek gently, "Ow! Slow down, we have all night, love. No need to rush, take the time you need..."
Yknow what would be funny to watch? Bree and Hael's babies saying "Dada" to the wrong person. Like Bree's babies calling Hael "Papa" and Hael's babies calling Bree "Papa"
MC is just laughing in the background, and to make it funnier for MC, it was the babies first word!
I like your sense of humor, anon (¬‿¬)
You growl, feeling your breast sore and very heavy. It must be time to feed the babies. You are slowly getting into that mothering thing, but waking up several times a night to breastfeed is tiring... Tomorrow, you will use a baby bottle. You sigh, sitting up and popping your spine when you realize your two lovers are not in bed.
You prick up your ear, and you think you can hear... Hushes. Murmurs. Voices are being kept low next room.
You enter the nursery while you rub one eye, yawning, and discover your two big snakes bickering with low voices in the nursery.
"Hey, what's going on here?" You yawn again.
They snap their heads at you.
"Breezeler tried to steal our heir, love." Hael declares haughtily, "I propose we remove him entirely from the marital bed." He demands, bobbing Lwyd in his arms.
Bree snaps back at him, frowning at his Lord.
"Wowowow..." You calm things down," What do you mean he 'tried to steal our heir'?"
"Lwyd called him 'Dadda'!"
"Lwyd spoke her first word?" You gasp, hand on your heart.
"Yes! But to the wrong father!" Hael grouses, hissing at his co-husband.
"Oh. Oh, that's... Infortunate." You respond.
"Yes, and... Pet? Why are you smiling like that?"
"... Nothing." You try to stop grinning by biting your lower lip, feeling a giggle rising in your throat.
"Pet, this is not a laughing matter." Hael loses patience, "He must be punished!"
"Lower...!" You hush, "The children are-"
"Daddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Well... Too late... Now it's Wilhm's turn to be awake.
Breezeler turns toward his son with tender eyes.
"Yes, dear... I am right here." He caresses his little plump cheek tenderly.
And Wilhm just slaps his hand away, extending his little hands toward the blue Lord.
"Daddaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!" He laments trying to reach the one he things to be his ascendant.
"Ah!" Hael exclaims, visibly satisfied, "Justice has been served."
Bree slithers in front of his son's bassinet and openly hisses, baring his fangs at Hael in an unprecedented show of aggressiveness toward his Lord.
Hael returns him the favor, placing his babygirl behind him so Bree could not even hope to reach her if things degenarate.
You clap your hands loudly.
"Okay, my good sirs! It's enough." You command, "I'm not interested in your ego bickerings. I am here to feed my babies and listen to their first words." You tell them, uninterested in another show of male pettiness.
Breezeler forces himself to relax, retracting his claws, before leaning forward to grab his son, pressing him to his heart.
"No need, Princess, I will feed my baby with a baby bottle myself."
Hael straightens his posture.
"For once, you have a good idea, warrior. I will feed my daughter for the night, pet, you may return to sleep."
... So that's what it takes for men to get up at night?
Jealousy?
This time, you laugh openly.
At least, no one here, baby or not, has any doubt about the mother. You'll let them play the doting dads if that allows you to sleep more at night! No need to ask you twice!
How would each of your OCs react if they accidentally bit Reader’s pussy way too hard? Reader screams too and maybe even starts crying from the shock of pain
Aodh would stay between your legs to check and pamper kisses all over your pussy as a sorry gesture, while Gwledig would rush to the bathroom to grab a soothing cream to apply to your bruised flesh in a panic.
Hael and Breezeler would rush you to the medical aisle, because there is a risk that some of their venom seeped into your bloodstream. This is not necessarily life-threatening, but better safe than sorry.
Dragos would eat you out, making the pain dissolve into pleasure. He has a fucked up relationship with pain, I must say.
Ambrose would hug you tight, whispering "sorry" in your ear, as he tries to appease the pain by playing with your little clit.
Emma would flinch on the spot, feeling it in her own pussy before jumping to her feet to grab ice in a bag from the fridge to ease the burning sensation in your painful flesh
Nagas are looking real appealing right, adoh is up to something and I rather prego for breezler (and the other retched naga *smiling friends reference*)
Than have adoh eat me with candy yam
I can tell you right now, Aodh is not eating Girly pop, not now, not ever.
No, it's way worse.
And of course Nagas are appealing! Look at them :
They yummy! I'm eating THEM with Candy yams OM NOM NOM NOM
