All I can do is nod, desperate for him to make good on that promise.
With that, his long tail wraps around each of my legs, spreading them wide and holding me in place. I’m completely at his mercy, helpless and exposed, and the thought only fuels my need. Then, with excruciating slowness, he lines himself up with my pussy and begins to push forward.
There’s a moment of resistance, a burning stretch that hovers on the edge of pain, and then, with a groan from both of us, he sinks inside me. Inch by glorious inch, he fills me, until I’m stretched impossibly tight around him. “Oh God,” I sob, gripping the bed sheets with white-knuckled fists. “Fuck, you’re so big…”
Sundar doesn’t speak, only grunts and grinds his hips against mine, his claws digging into the mattress beside my head. Slowly, inexorably, he withdraws almost to the tip, then plunges back in, setting a torturous rhythm that has stars exploding behind my eyelids.
Every thrust rubs those ridges of his against my G-spot, and I can feel my climax building, a wildfire raging out of control. “Please,” I whisper, not sure what I’m asking for, but he seems to understand. Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue plundering my depths as his cock does the same below. And then he’s fucking me in earnest, slamming into me with enough force to rock the bed against the wall. I cling to him, nails raking his back as the spring within me winds tighter and tighter.
With a snarl, Sundar pistons in and out of my clutching heat, his hips a blur of motion. I’m nothing but a quivering bundle of nerve endings, strung taut on the precipice of ecstasy as his tail tightens around my legs.
Just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his fangs graze the side of my neck. He doesn’t bite down, doesn’t pierce the skin, but the mere threat is enough to push me over the edge.
With a wail, I shudder, my inner walls clamping down on his cock like a vise. My vision goes white, and for an endless moment, I’m suspended in a state of pure, incandescent bliss as he continues plowing me.
Dimly, I hear Sundar roar his own release, and a scalding flood of liquid heat fills me to overflowing, his cum spilling from me and dripping down my thighs. He continues to fuck me through the waves of pleasure, pumping his essence deep within me until I’m utterly and completely full.
Only then does he slow, his strokes becoming languid and gentle. We stay that way for a while, him buried inside me as I continue to convulse around him, milking every last drop of his seed.
It is only then that we collapse in a boneless, satiated heap. I’m utterly spent, barely conscious, and yet a profound sense of peace settles over me.
“Mine,” he whispers in my ear, his tail coiling tightly around my legs in a way that’s surprisingly cozy and comforting.
“Yes,” I mumble, “yours,” and as sleep claims me, I can’t help but smile.
My naga. My protector.
My eyes grow heavy, and as I lose myself in the haze of exhaustion, I imagine a future together, a life entwined, without all the worries that have plagued me in the past.
I finally feel like I’m home.
Chapter 12
Business as Unusual
Sundar
Lying here in thesoft, dawn light, I find myself entranced by Aubrey. As she sleeps, her chest rises and falls with each breath, and the rhythmic sound is like a lullaby to my senses.
I brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek, reveling the soft texture of her skin against my scales. She’s so vulnerable, and yet, she has shown me a strength and courage that defy reason.
This human, who could be easily crushed in the jaws of a thousand predators, has not only faced me without fear, but has dared to trust a naga in the most intimate way.
I recall the first time I saw her, the faint scent of her skin catching my attention amidst the dusty shelves of my shop. She seemed lost, a delicate flower in a sea of ancient relics.
Little did I know that she would soon become the centerpiece of my world, the sun around which all else orbits. The way her small body molds to mine, her warmth soaking into my scales, is beyond anything I’ve experienced in my centuries of existence.
I trace the curve of her lips with a claw, careful not to wake her as I try to etch every detail of her sleeping form into my memory. The way her eyelashes flutter, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft sighs that escape her lips—these are treasures that I will hoard jealously, locked away in the vault of my heart.
For in this quiet stillness, there is a tranquility that soothes the savage beast within me, the primal predator that lurks beneath the surface, waiting to strike. With her, that beast is tamed, content to bask in her presence and protect her from any harm.
It is a strange sensation, this transformation, and yet, it feels as natural as the shifting of the seasons.
As the sun begins to filter in through the blinds, painting the room in hues of pink and gold, I vow to myself that I will cherish this gift, this unexpected miracle, and protect it with all that I am.
I’m sure she’ll wake up soon, so as gently as a breeze, I slide out from under her, careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep. She stirs, a soft murmur escaping her lips, before settling back into the realm of dreams, and a surge of affection wells up within me at the sight of her tousled hair and rosy cheeks.
With a silent slither, I slip from the bedroom, my tail carrying me with fluid grace as I make my way to the kitchen. I move with purpose, gathering ingredients and setting a pot of tea to brew, the familiar motions providing a comforting routine in the middle of this newfound intimacy.
