His Family
A part two to this Birthday Request Event Drabble
Commission for @remisloves
CW: dub con, yandere, hypnosis, oviposition, belly worship, naga!Law, double penetration, obsession, mdni
The jewels are cool against your skin.
Days carried on warmly between you and Law. You became more and more comfortable with your position, wearing nothing more than the gold and jewels he adorned you with. The warmth and pleasure of being in his company was all you found yourself concerned with as time went by.
Fading images of a life before this one danced along the edges of your memories, but you paid them little heed. They weren’t bright and happy, the memories themselves tainted with negative feelings you couldn’t quite place.
Feelings you didn’t want to place.
You knew the cave that was your home well, and walked the halls in darkness without any fear. A few rooms aside from your own were lit, the tunnels kept smooth and clear by Law, and so it was easy to move from one to the other. The soft clink of gold and jewels echoed against the hard stone, letting him know every time you ventured into the darkness.
It was in this darkness that he liked to find you, and today was no different. His soft hiss rolls over your skin and you halt in the dark. You won’t be able to see him unless he decides to illuminate the black hall with his eyes. The glow of the gaze that makes everything better is for your benefit, not his.
The hot hands that cradle your face, and roam over your waist are cooler than most, but still they set your skin alight with desire. His fingers curl around your neck, tilting your chin until your useless gaze is pointed up at the ceiling. The hand at your waist steadies you as his tail slips between your legs.
The steady, inevitable expansion spreads your legs until you’re softly set against the thick scales of his body. Leaning you forward he lets the soft bumps of his scales caress your clit, pulling soft sighs from your lips.
“Good boy,” comes the soothing voice that warms your body even when he’s not caressing you. “I’m going to fill you up today, more than I ever have before. I will make you my family.” There’s a brief pause as he fondles your body. “Say thank you, Snow Drop.”
“Thank you, Law.” You murmur the words sleepy as the bright gold of his eyes comes into your view. The shifting flecks of gold mesmerize you, and your eyes close as his lips press against yours. Greedy lips are steadied by warm hands that cup your face.
His forked tongue wraps around yours, massaging the wet muscle as the scales run against your clit faster. Your hands are on his arms, steadying yourself a little as the pleasure makes your legs shake, your feet aren’t even touching the ground anymore. The stiff tongue presses into yours, pushing down the back of your throat carefully, slowly, and mindfully. Teasing the edges of your gag reflex as he fucks your mouth with his tongue.
Your soft humming moans grow louder as his scales rub against your clit, back and forth, pressing heavy into your slit and demanding more sweet sounds from you. Trapped between his mouth and tail you have no desire to fight your position, the greedy moans of your desire ringing against the cave walls with the soft jingle of the gold and jewels that adorn your body.
As the pleasure nearly crests he pulls you into a heavy kiss, choking the cry of pained surprise as both of his cocks sheath deep into your wet cunt. The burn from the intense stretch is brief, and once you’ve caught your breath from the heavy, wet coughs after he broke the kiss, the pain was already barely a dull ache.
Nothing in the face of the pleasure building back up in your gut.
“Good boy,” he hums again, wiping the spit from your lips, and kissing away the tears at the edges of your eyes. His golden eyes flicker in your vision again, the line of his smile known to you even in the darkness. “You’re doing sssso good already,” he praises you, long fingers teasing your clit. “Cum for me, won’t you?”
Law kisses your cheek, and nibbles along the curve of your ear as you nod. “Yes, yes, I - wuh-will, thank you, thank you.” You nearly sob the words, the teasing kisses and warm caresses hurdling you to the peak.
His hand rubs slow circles over your stomach, just below your navel, fingers brushing your clit as the orgasm crashes into you. The shiver of your jewels chimes beneath the echoed cry of your pleasure as you call his name into the dark cave.
“There we go,” he purrs, and even in the dark you can sense that he’s moving the both of you slowly. Even as he fucks you through your orgasm, moving your body so each thrust lets him tease your throbbing clit, keeping you on a desperate edge you can tell you’re moving through the cave.
“Wuh-where,” you gasp, your question breaking to pieces as he presses heavy kisses against your shoulders, his lips and tongue moving easily around the jewelry.
“Outsssside,” he answers between kisses, his hand still making slow circles against your stomach. “I’m going to fill you up sssso much and you dessserve to see it.” He fingers your clit, palm still warm against your stomach. “Cum again my love, you’re ssstill so tense.”
The rush that surges in you almost feels summoned by his words, but you couldn’t hope to fight against it even if you had wanted to. As it was, it was a relief to be able to orgasm when he requested it, as though your body meant to obey him even more than your mind did.
The euphoria soaks into your muscles and you relax, his two cocks plunging the rest of the way in with a loud wet squishy sensation and sound. He grunts and you sigh, an odd relief filling you in being able to take him. Law rubs your belly as the warm light of the sun appears in the distance of the long tunnel.
“You’re all mine,” he murmurs into your skin, seemingly intent on kissing all of you. “You’re going to be all mine. My love. My family. No one else, and no one else’sss.”
“All yours,” you murmur in agreement. His sweet kisses are keeping you hazy as he barely shifts inside your throbbing pussy. The warm hand rubbing circles against your stomach is relaxing, soothing the edges of the fragile concerns that tug at the corners of your mind.
The warmth of the sun spills over your skin, but it pales against the heat coming from Law. His greedy hands seem incapable of being still against your body, his kisses becoming heavier, soft stinging pains from the sharp teeth he’s not keeping behind his lips dotting along the way. In the warmth of the sun he becomes even more active, thrusting his cocks inside you with enough energy that your gold and jewels chimed wildly in the opening clearing.
The soft huffs of air forced from you filled the spaces between the chimes of the jewelry. Law’s hand kept rubbing your belly soothingly, while the other held your face steady so he could kiss you as he thrust into you. The action muffled the chime of your adornments, the heat of his kisses devouring the growing moans swirling around in your lungs.
“Mine,” he commands. “Be mine.” You hum a positive sound and he leans back enough to look into your eyes. There are no flecks of gold churning in his irises, but his gaze is no less intense. “All mine.” He repeats and you nod.
“I’ll fill you up so full,” he growls, his cocks throbbing and twitching inside you, seeming intent on stretching you as wide as he could dare. The forced dilation is uncomfortable, but the added thrusting, and the shimmer of golden flecks in his eyes, seem to be enough to push the discomfort aside.
Law holds your face, hand harsh in your hair, keeping your eyes on his as your mind starts to go fuzzy. His other hand on your stomach, rubbing the same steady slow circles as before. Even as he slams his hips into you, grunting against the heavy thrusts as he fills you so full of his seed you think you can feel your stomach swell, he never stops with the circles.
“That ssshould be enough.” He husks, rolling his hips and pushing his cocks deep a few more times. “You’ve been ssso good. Sssuch a good boy.” The hissed words seem to drag out long, slithering into your brain more than usual. “You’ve fit into the ssshape I’ve given you, and you carry your comfort beautifully.
“Handsssomely.” Law trails kisses down your center, starting at your collarbone and working down to your navel. Laying you against his thick scaled tail, he spreads your legs, his hands on your ankles while he presses more kisses against your stomach.
“I’m going to ssshape you into mine even more, Snow Drop.” He promises. You can feel something push into your gaping cunt that doesn’t feel like anything he’s pushed into you before.
Those golden eyes are looking into yours, his hand still rubbing circles against your stomach. “Relax.”
Something you can’t see, wide and hard, pushes into you, stretching you further. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes from the pain, but the golden flicker of his gaze holds your mind a little more. His soothing words sink into your thoughts and you relax despite your concerns.
It pushes in deeper and you gasp an odd grunt as it presses in deeper and deeper - deeper than you think anything should be able to go. Some part of you panics, but you can’t close your legs against the position he has you in. You couldn’t escape even if you put your all into it, and there’s not enough of you left that wants to try.
“L-Law!” You gasp. Your mind reels as some part of you realizes he’s pushing an egg into your womb. No, not just one egg, a clutch. “Please, I can—.”
“Shhhhh,” his gaze holds yours and the tense fear that was pulling at you fades away. “It’s okay. You’re mine. Look, you’re doing so good.”
Law’s hand continues rubbing as it has been during most of this. Your belly is visibly swollen. As much as the sight should concern you, the expansion is slow, steady, and soothed by the soft humming of your lover. Your Law.
Your Master.
Your owner that has shaped you to be his, and only his. Who lovingly molded your body for your sanity and his needs. You were utterly his.
The panic that melts away is replaced by an intense euphoria. You belonged to him. You belonged to him so completely he had molded you into what he needed. He loved you so much he carefully kneaded you into perfection.
And now you were full with that love.
You can’t help the sudden orgasm that tenses your body, shuddering hard against Law enough that he hisses in surprise, barely keeping control of himself as he continues to slowly and carefully deposit eggs into you.
Weeks later you sit on a stump in the clearing, the long scaled tailed body of your naga lover curled around you, helping you to relax. His gaze is loving whether he looks up at you, or down at you large belly. Jewels crown the swell and he presses kisses against it almost more than he does against your lips. Soft praises roll over your skin, how handsome you are, how beautiful you are, how perfectly you are his.
All his. His family, his love, his flawless snow drop. Molded by his hands into all that he desires, and in turn you find it to be in all the ways that you desire.
Because you are all his.
