Within the Coils
(This specific chapter requires a special disclaimer as it includes characters not of my own making or Disney's. I'd like to specially thank NEPi from yGallery for use of her characters Killian, Leilani, and Lithium. I have never done naga smex before so bare with me. I just couldn't stand the thought of not using such a sexy character to torture Moze uke! Also I have to apologize. I can't find any pictures of Lithium so I'm making up his appearance as I go along.)
S-Series Characters
B-Bondage
D-Domination
TE-Teasing
SM-Sadomasochism
YA-Yaoi
AU-Alternate Universe
BF-Bodily Fluids
MO-Multiple Orgasms
OR-Oral
OPC-Other Peoples Characters
BUK-Bukakkae
BLD-Blood
DIA-Dialogue
RIM-Rimming
HUM-Humiliation
NAGA-(half reptilian) sex
TORT-Torture
FIST-Fisting
"Is it true what the guards are saying?"
"Nonsense, just more gossip, that's all."
"But the whole kingdoms in an uproar! And Emperor Lithium has called an emergency session of the court. Surely that can't be all over nothing." The nagina speaking put her fan up to her lips, her thin tongue flickering behind the folded paper. "And the servants have been talking about it all morning."
"Whats' more, my slave actually claims to have seen the thing." Another naga slithered up, holding himself with the baring of someone in a high position. "Said it was all pale and fragile looking, but with the nastiest sneer on it's face."
"Imagine it…a real live human!"
The group began talking in unison, moving off down the hallways and not noticing the emerald scaled snake emerging from the patio. He twitched the end of his tail back and forth, eyes narrowed as though considering something. "Well well…rumors do fly fast don't they?" he adjusted the half gloves on his hands, admiring the thick black claws as the sound of scales against tile reached his ears. Much like human foot steps, there is a particular sound to the grating of each naga's movements. Killian did not need to turn to know who it was.
"Master…" Leilani whispered softly, knowing that his bonder did not like any loud noises after his respite. Killian was a creature of comfort, he could afford to be what with his close friendship to Emperor Lithium. He often took advantage of his position and cooled his belly on the marble tiling while he sunned his back.
"What have you discovered?" He said in a quick tone, as if he wasn't at all interested in slave beyond the news.
"It's true Killian. I've never seen one before but if the mythology books speak true the guards were bringing a human down to the interrogation rooms." Leilani spoke gently. It was in his nature to remain subservient to Killian. Most slaves kept pace with their masters, even if their heads were lowered or their eyes down cast. But Leilani very nearly resembled the nagas primitive ancestors and practically crawled on his belly before his master. "I…I had to favor the guard…he blushed bright pink right down to his lavender tainted scales. "But I found out that they are bringing him up for questioning to the Emperor this evening."
Killian hissed with contentment. "Excellent work love."
Leilani felt a thrill go through him as Killian slipped the end of his tail under his slaves chin. "I do whatever I can for you master." He felt his chest beat hard and whimpered pitifully, the way he knew Killian enjoyed.
"I know you do my Lani…" he said and grinned sadistically, showing off her perfect fangs. "And you know I reward that loyalty." He said took one of Leilani's nipples between his sharp claws, twisting it painfully as the younger naga wailed in pleasure.
Mozenrath felt the strangle hold on his throat tighten as the imperial guardsman yanked on his leash. He spat out a curse in Farsi, knowing the snake creature would not grasp the language, but most assuredly the emphasis behind it. Sure enough the guard turned, gripping the handle of his spear and knocking the butt of it into his cheek.
"Silence prisoner!' the beast spat out, the blue coils of his tail twisting about.
Of course he had not been left with only one guard. Two in front and two behind, each one glittering in the torchlight from the elaborately decorated armor they wore. Even in his present condition, Mozenrath couldn't help but notice the intricate detail they put into their metal works. Not a single inch seemed to go without a gold band or carved design.
Extravagant creatures aren't they? He noted. Of course that was besides the point right now. Admiring cultural decoration hardly mattered when one was attempting to escape. Alright, so he had planned on getting captured. That really didn't make this any easier. He was kicking himself mentally for that. How was he supposed to know that the scales of a supposedly extinct race of creatures repelled magical attacks? Seriously.
Ah well. Might as well enjoy the ride. Mozenrath made sure not to appear to compliant. A good prisoner would struggle, yell, make some sort of general fuss. If he acted like he was as calm as he felt, these beasts might suspect something and increase the guard. Not that he was all too worried about a few more pretty worms to deal with. But it would be so troublesome of he had to kill them all.
"Wait here." One of the nagas growled out and opened a set of gilded double doors to reveal a royal court on the other side. Once again, opulent decoration seemed to be the theme. Great pillars interwoven with gold and rubies, boxes, like those at a stadium or coliseum, were piled high with pillows and couches big enough for one of the enormous snakes to lounge on. And in the center of the room lay, not a throne, more like a raised set of circles, getting smaller as they got higher. Atop them, being fed by both male and female slaves, was a truly massive naga male!
Mozenrath heard the swipe of scales and fell forward, his jaw knocking hard against the marble floors. "You filthy vipers!" he cursed, all the while looking for an escape. "You fathers were worms who crawled between the legs of human women and rotted!" The onlookers gasped and the nagina waved their fans in a flutter of offense, as if even a captive should have better manners. Mozenrath chuckled on the inside, even though one of the naga guards was rushing forward to chastise him.
"Hold."
Everything in the court room froze, all eyes turning up to the naga on the daises. He rose, his tail so long it poured over in cushions and down the steps. As a human, if Mozenrath was an judge of height, this fellow would be close to seven feet. That length tripled as one of the snake creatures, 3/4ths of it being tail. His eyes burned the same malevolent red as his coils, burrowing down at the sorcerer before him. His horns seemed to be carved from obsidian, and three sets in all crowned his head. As he rose, all snakes in the room…well…not exactly bowed, more like sunk their heads a little lower, their heads still remaining forward facing and on this statuses being.
But none of this effected Mozenrath. His eyes were locked on the disk round the Emperor's neck.
The Emperor Lithium gazed at Mozenrath for a moment, his face passive, but deadly serious. "Guardsman." He said and the one in the lead inched forward. "What is this you bring before me."
"You will address me as…humph!" Mozenrath coughed as the blue snakes tail lashed him in the stomach. He managed to keep his feet, though just barely.
"Prisoner was discovered on the outskirts of the empire Lord Lithium. When out sentries attempted to make contact me attacked, killing three men and injuring several others."
At this Lithium snarled. "I know you are not of our land human." He snarled out. "But I consider any attack on my men equivalent of an attack on me." His voice was low and deathly, his body curving and arching towards Mozenrath. "Do you have any words of defense for yourself human filth?" he elongated himself, the ends of his fangs slipping out from between his lips.
Killian entered from a side door just in time to see the human male spit in Emperor Lithium's face. He laughed, not bothering to hide his amusement from the court onlookers who glared back at him. He slipped his tongue in and out of his mouth, his eyes narrowed in true bon vivant styling.
Emperor lithium recoiled for a moment, touching the wad of spittle on his face. His eyes went from ruby red to the color of blood. With a great roar and soared above both Mozenrath and his slaves, the poor frightened lowers slithering or running as fast as they could. A quick snap and his jaw unhinged, two rows of fangs glistening with saliva as the naga king lunged forward to devour the offender in one swallow.
Mozenrath moved faster. He slipped his hands from the shackles and dodged to one side, grabbing a spear from one of the guards and lunging in time to meet the oncoming strike.
The gasp sounded so loud the trees in the courtyard moved.
"What an interesting predicament." Killian muttered and pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
The scene was like something from an archaic tapestry. Lithium's mouth was wide, his teeth dripping saliva onto the tiles, teeth twitching in his mouth as his eyes seemed to burn with hatred for this pathetic human. Mozenrath, blessing his cat like reflexes a thousand times over, stood with firm ground, spear in his hands and the tip of it lodged firmly in the soft upper part of the snake kings mouth.
"Now then." Mozenrath whispered, low enough for only the giant serphants to hear. "What say you give me that medallion and I'll be on my way." He grinned, pushing the point in a fraction deeper. Truly it had been a lucky shot. If he'd pushed too hard or missed his aim, he would have only succeeded in killing the emperor or pissing him off. Neither would be beneficial to his health.
Lithium snarled, his lips twitching as the ripples in his stomach flexed with anger.
"I said give me the…!'
Killian surged forward like a crocodile from a sandbank. He crossed the distance in a split second and latched onto the spear with both hands, snapping it like a twig. "Well now…" he said, taking a moment to grin at Mozenrath while Lithium fixed his jaw back. "Dropped you bargaining chip have we?"
Mozenrath snarled at the newcomer, a serphants he didn't recognize and flung a bolt of power at him. Good aim, he nailed emerald green snake in the chest, where the scales didn't protect and flung him back to the marble. "Perhaps. But you should be more worried about yourself worm." He taunted and heard another furious roar. The king was back on his feet, (so to speak), and ready for blood at the insult Mozenrath had dealt him. "Damn it all to hell." He'd have to find another way of getting at the stone. The guards were readying a strike and their armor was just as good as scales. He raised his gauntlet and snapped, the dark blue black fire of his magic beginning to encompass him.
No! Killian snapped forward before anyone else could act, hurling his body into the human's stomach and sending him out of the transportation spell. "Now don't you have better manners." He said and tsked. "You shouldn't leave before the parties over." He bent his tail around, preparing for another strike as Mozenrath grabbed for a weapon.
"Oh how rude of me." Mozenrath countered and drew a long dagger from his belt. "Of course if you insist I stay…"
Killian felt a thrill go through his coils. How long had it been since he'd had a prey this exciting? "Oh I do." He hissed.
Mozenrath launched another energy bolt, but Killian was too quick for it. He flung his vulnerable torso behind his tail and dove under, curving around the sorcerers back and quickly capturing the human in his knot. Mozenrath raised the dagger for a more physical strike, but forgot the human half of his enemy. Killian snapped forward and lay his teeth deep into the sorcerers shoulder, blood gushing from the wound as Mozenrath yelled and dropped his dagger.
"You…bastard!" He tried to struggle, but the green snake was determined not to release him, Every breath he took, the muscles flexed and cut off his lungs. He gasped desperately for air, twisting and turning in the vise like grip. "You little…bastard…" he choked as the beast withdrew it's fangs, droplets of venom sliding off the tip and onto his flesh.
"It's not deadly human." Killian promised. "Just enough to make you nice and docile for me." He lifted Mozenrath chin with a perfectly manicured finger. His coils crunched in tighter and the cracking of bones could be heard. Mozenrath grunted in pain as his head lolled to one side, unconscious. "Much better." Killian smirked and released his hold. Mozenrath slumped to the floor as the Leilani approached, staying to the side lines until his master saw him.
"Lei!" Killian barked. "Get this human cleaned and prepared. I want to have an audience with our Emperor." He ordered dismissively and slithered forward to speak with Lithium.
"Yes master." Leilani whispered and took hold of the human in his tail, moving from the court hall as fast as he could.
Leilani stripped the human of his clothing, taking intense interest in the strange baggy pants he wore. "Such odd ornamentation." He spoke softly, looking at the dark fabric in the lighting of Killian private chambers. Usually this kind of suite was reserved for familied nobles or visiting ambassadors. But everyone knew Killian and the Emperor were long standing friends. He could commandeer any set of rooms in the palace as long as it didn't interfere with what Lithium had planned. And of course Killian had chosen a lovely set. Somewhere big enough to hold not only his own personal needs, but those of whomever he decided to entertain himself with in the evening and a separate room for servants.
Leilani had already moved his bed to the servants room. He knew his masters moods well by now and whenever Killian acquired a new plaything he liked to enjoy them in complete seclusion. And, especially with an exotic thing like this human to enjoy, Killian wouldn't require his slaves service for a while.
The thought made the little lavender snake want to weep.
But duty before tears. Leilani pulled the man-thing over to the large couch in the center, taking a set of gold chains from the post and snapping a collar around the mans neck. He secured it tightly, putting the key on the table across the room. With steady hands he filled a basin with hot water and sandalwood fragrance, beginning to wash the humans body.
He had only seen a man once before, and that was from a great distance. Nagas' of the empire tended to be quite comfortable in their hidden lands and did not tend to wander from them. Besides, it was dangerous for one of the giant serphants to wander out alone. Their hides were worth great money to the human hunters, what with their near invulnerability to magic and blade. Not to mention how lovely it looked in the sunlight.
"You mean thing." Leilani whispered to the man. "Your pretty aren't you?" he pushed a stray ebony lock from the humans face, marveling at the silken texture and shine. His skin was the color of fresh milk and firm as an egg. His features were fine and strong, though feminine, at least he assumed so for a human. "No wonder master went to such trouble to obtain you." He said and took a length of rope, binding the humans hands behind his back tightly.
Mozenrath groaned, tilting his head back and startling Leilani so badly the snake darted away and hissed. "What…fuck…" he growled in his throat, feeling the binding instantly. He made a garbled curse and tried to turn his hands to find the tie of the cord.
"No! You mustn't." A pretty lavender scaled serphants came forward, his wide eyes locked on Mozenrath's face. "Please, if you try to escape you'll only make him angry." He put a hand on Mozenrath's shoulder and pushed him back.
"Who? The emperor?" Mozenrath grimaced, the snake had his hands right on the spot where that slime colored bastard had sunk his teeth in.
"The wrath of our majesty is nothing compared to Killian if you displease him." Leilani advised, cleaning the blood away and bandaging the injury. "Heed my advise. Master had taken favor to you. Submit to him. It will save you worse punishments."
"I don't need advise from some gutter eel!" Mozenrath snapped and Leilani pulled away, looking frightened.
The sound of doors opening alerted both of them. Leilani rushed forward, staying low to the ground to receive his master. "Did all go as planned Killian?" he said in a hush, giving his superior the right to ignore him if he so chose.
But Killian, when in a good mood, could be quite giving. "Perfectly as planned sweet Lei." He said, tongue flickering in the air. "Ah. I see you've readied him." The scaled man came forward, lapping at Mozenrath's cheek with his wet appendage. "How pretty you humans are." He said in a marvel. "Not a scale or fur about you and yet so tender."
"Get your hands off me worm!" Mozenrath snarled and Leilani whimpered, afraid for the weaker human.
Killian on the other hand, only seemed to find his resistance amusing. "How precious. Even with you lower instincts the survival skills remain." He lifted his tail, sliding it teasingly across Mozenrath's chest, letting the hard texture rake across the nipples.
"Your one to talk eel." Mozenrath smirked. "Who was it who's king unhinged his jaw like a garden viper about to devour a mouse." He saw Killian arch an eyebrow and laughed. "I guess silverware is hard to come by in these part hum?"
"I'd watch the insults human." Killian said. "The Emperor isn't the only one who gets hungry from time to time. But where he could swallow you in one gulp…" Killian opened his mouth, showing off the row of sharp teeth. "…I might have to chew a little." Mozenrath felt a bead of sweat drip off his head. He hadn't expect the rest of them large enough to consume someone his size.
"Now…introductions." He smoothed back his hair, the long grass colored braid swung behind his nicely shaped figure. "I am Killian, descendant of the noble house of this realm and dear friend to Emperor Lithium. I suppose I don't need to elaborate as to how I managed to obtain you."
"I suppose not." Mozenrath sneered. "I am Mozenrath…sorcerer…."
"And now a slave." Killian finished, his handsome features contorting with pleasure. "I don't give a damn about your past human. Your mind now, and that's all you need be concerned with."
"Yeah, about that. You don't honestly think I'm going to…"
"I do." The snake man coiled closer, starting his torso at Mozenrath's pelvis and moving upward. "And you are." He wrenched a handful of Mozenrath's hair back, exposing the soft flesh of his neck. "Unless of course you want me to enjoy my dinner early. Humans make fun pets but I'm told their also a rare delicacy, excellent when stuffed with saffron and thyme." He raked his teeth across Mozenrath's collar bone and chortled in delight as the sorcerer twitched. "Leilani, go down to the chef. Tell him to prepare a special meal for me…"
"Wait!" Mozenrath shouted as the slave headed for the door. Killian held up a hand to halt him.
"We understand one another then?" His captor said questioningly.
Mozenrath grit his teeth and nodded. "I honest don't know what in the seven hells you think your going to accomplish here though. In case you haven't noticed theirs a slight difference in species…"
Killian laughed, a sound like heavy brass bells being rung. "Not so different Mozenrath. Not so different." He admitted. "Besides…ask any of my slaves. I can be a giving lover, if you serve me well." He grabbed hold of Mozenrath's perfect white thighs and spread them open, only having to use a token amount of force. He settled himself between them, hissing under his breath as he took in the sight of Mozenrath's unready cock. "I can make you writhe wizard man…" he promised and drew one long claw up the underside of the manhood. "I can make you scream in a thousand different notes." He continued to scratch along the tender curve of his thigh, leaving a long white imprint of pressure.
Mozenrath's cheeks went pink. "Don't…" he muttered and bit his lip. But he and Killian were too much alike. The snake had heard the note of fear and experience in his single word and his eyes reflected the knowledge.
"You've been taken before then." Killian surmised. "Good. Then I don't need to be gentle!" he flung Mozenrath back onto the couch, holding the thighs open with one hand and forcing him to remain still with the other. "I'll be complimentary Mozenrath, you are a lovely site. I'd be willing to wager that if they didn't execute you, all the nagas would bid a fine price on your flesh." He turned his head a little and nodded at Leilani to leave. The sound of a click told him the door had been closed and they were alone.
"I expect very specific things of my toys Mozenrath." Killian said. "But your new, so I'll take pity and only give you one rule: Obey me." He said and rang his coils along the sorcerers side. "And everything will be fine."
"Fuck you." Mozenrath said breathlessly, his eyes on everything from the poisonous fangs to the double set of horns atop the creatures head.
"No. Fuck you." He answered and slid a long, dry finger in between the tight entry of Mozenrath's back entry.
Mozenrath's head slammed to the side and he strained out a silent yell. "You sick…nnnuhgh!" he shivered as Killian drew his collar up and tightened it to the post. The naga drew back a little, using his tail to coil around Mozenrath's chest and keep him positioned.
"Behave yourself Mozenrath." He advised, that maddening grin still on his aristocratic face. "I have a gift for you." He hoisted himself up with the kind of support only a snakes bones can manage and relaxed near Mozenrath's head. He gripped a handful of the humans hair and pressed his face to a small slit in the front, surrounded by slightly darker scales. "Kiss my ring sorcerer." He ordered and dug his nails into the scalp.
"Like hell I will!" Mozenrath roared in anger and felt the muscles of the coils tighten around his chest. He gasped out, face turning red from lack of hair.
"Come now, show master Killian your talents human." He squeezed tighter, till he felt Mozenrath's muscles strain not to give.
Dear gods he'll actually kill me! Mozenrath realized, head pounding with blood. In such instances, where one is confronted with death, instinct kicks in. Desire to survive at all costs. And the cost for his life, was giving in to the emerald serphants wish.
Killian moaned lightly as Mozenrath's tongue washed over his phallic tunnel. He pressed the man's head close, encouraging him to seek out the little crevasse where the naga manhood hide while not in use. Slowly, it began to pull forth. But Killian did not release him, he let the shaft grow into Mozenrath's lips, forcing him to open widen and accept the hardened cock into his mouth. "There we are. See what you can accomplish when you put your mind to it?" he taunted and Mozenrath whimpered.
The snake began to buck, more like writhe, into his opened jaw, pushing the organ in inch by inch. Mozenrath closed his eyes and shivered, Killian forcing his head to bob up and down vigorously on top of it. Every time his head seemed to be forced down a little more, taking the thick member in deeper and deeper. With a panic in his mind Mozenrath realized that the nagas cock was far too large for any human being to take! It had to be massive, logically speaking, for procreation, A nagina's reproductive tunnel was long, a male would have to be almost oversized to have any chance of procreation.
If he enters my body he'll split me in two! Mozenrath jerked away, coughing as Killian growled in frustration.
"Did I say you could stop?" Killian's eye twitched.
"Your too big!" Mozenrath protested, trying to mess with the knots at his hands again. "You can't honestly expect me to fit that thing…anywhere!" he protested.
"Well as great of a compliment as that is Mozenrath you'll just have to learn to take it." Killian took hold of both sides of his head and forced him down on the cock, repositioning so as to piston in and out of the young mans throat. Mozenrath nearly gagged as the thing slid past his teeth and tongue, moving into his throat. He had made a bad choice in stopping. Once Killian decided to start, anything that gave pause or interrupted only invited further frustration on his part. Which meant more pain for the poor being he was with at the time. Again and again he rammed himself into Mozenrath's plush lips, working his erection in until the sorcerer began to struggle for air. Just before his face went blue, Killian pulled back, his cock glistening with moisture as Mozenrath collapsed on the couch, coughing as choking till his normal color returned. He threw his violator a look of deepest loathing, to which the snake man laughed.
"By all means Mozenrath, keep resisting. It's more fun for me that way." He said and held his cock in position to use Mozenrath's mouth again.
"Wait!" Mozenrath hollered. "Please…just give me some leverage." He asked. Killian gave him an untrusting look, his tail twitching back and froth. "Please…I'll do it…just…let me…" He had little option. Mozenrath's throat felt raw from the forced opening and he swallowed hard.
"Bare in mind what I've said slave." Killian hissed. He ran his lips over Mozenrath's ear and licked at it, wriggling his tongue over the loop. "You'd taste excellent with saffron." He extended the last syllables, drawling the noise so it vibrated in the human males ear.
Mozenrath nodded in acknowledgement and began to work his perfect lips along the length of the cock.. Truly it was an enviable architecture of manhood. Mozenrath's own organ was of no small stature, reaching from it's base to his navel when aroused. But Killian! He was massive in not only length but girth as well. The entire thing arched well into the nagas abdomen, demanding exclusive attention from his new pet.
He slipped his lips along the mass, laying his warm pink tongue to flesh so he could avoid swallowing it. Killing ran his long black nails through the sorcerers scalp, humming in pleasure as his coiled muscles flexed and shifted within their skin.
"Yesssss…" His voice caught in a hiss. "Much better Mozenrath." He encouraged and lead the man's mouth down lower to kiss along the strong ridges. "I can see you have some experience in keeping a mans organ pleased." He watched the tension in the pale beauties back strain to keep his temper and took delight in it He ordered Mozenrath to again lick the sheath for his rod. Most of his slaves were stupid, they knew he took as much joy in pain as pleasure and they could either bow to both or be the recipient of one.
But it is so different with this smart mouthed human ruffian. Killian moaned, forked tongue tasting the thick lust in the air. He resists at every turn, and it is amusing to see a proud man made to bow and be servile. Killian lead his head back to the top and knelt the sorcerer down, lifting his chin and angling his neck so as to press his cock in deep again.
Mozenrath tried to make his throat relax but it was already sore. And Killian was relentless, plunging in deep with his length till Mozenrath could barely breath. He thrust in and out, his snakes body equipped to ripples through past teeth and gums for his personal enjoyment. Killian groaned loudly, his cock twitching for release. He took Mozenrath's mouth deeper, making the poor young slave force his gag reflex away till it felt like he was pressing into his chest. Killian suddenly dug his claws in, nearly breaking the skin as he came. Mozenrath screamed into the hardened flesh, mouth full of hot seed.
"Drink it." Killian demanded as he pulled out. "Drink it like it is the water of life." He tilted Mozenrath's head back so his juices would slide down the throat. "That's it…good pet." He said as Mozenrath obeyed. "See? Not so difficult."
Mozenrath, to his extreme credit, did not sob or cry. He let only a single tear drop stain his cheek, the salty droplet disappearing onto Killian's extended tongue.
"Such a taste." The beautiful reptile moaned, licking his lips. "Your like fresh prey to me Mozenrath. Like a hunt ended well and a cool place to rest in the heated noon." He wrapped himself up on the couch and pulled Mozenrath along with him, making the fine youth rest on his coils. He took an ivory brush from the night stand and began to brush through his hair tenderly, feeling the shinny locks with his fingers.
Leilani had disobeyed his master. He knew he was to go to the servants quarters and prepare a meal for Killian. Sex always left the strong naga famished, and if he wasn't sated quickly he might just take advantage of his new toy. Oh he would regret it later when he no longer had such a pretty treasure to show off, but it wouldn't stop him.
Of course I could just be late. Leilani thought in his deepest, darkest imagination. It wouldn't take long, just a hour without when he's hungry is enough to make Killian ravenous.
No! No he could not. Even now, when he could see through the hole in the key latch where Killian sat brushing Mozenrath's hair and taunting him with flirtatious compliments. Leilani could not make himself disobey master. I am a slave. He may have all the playthings he likes. More than he needs. And I must obey him always, with unfailing loyalty.
And hope that he would eventually notice.
"So lovely." Killian said breathlessly as he nibbled along Mozenrath's neckline. "I feel privileged to have gotten you for myself."
"Don't get used to it." Mozenrath spat venomously, his strength renewed after the respite. "I don't intend to remain you guest for long."
Killian roared with laughter, shaking so hard he nearly fell off the couch. "And just how will you escape? That glove of yours? In case you haven't noticed those ropes are made from naga scales. You can't use your magic while within them and I intend to have a shackle of similar quality made up tonight."
Mozenrath blushed red with fury. "What about that lavender worm? He is your slave yes?"
"Leilani. Yes he is." Killian admitted. "But he knows his place…beneath me." Killian slithered closed, his lip curled in disgust. "I'll tell you what Mozenrath. When your body can take every last thing I can do to it and still moan in pleasure like his does. Then I'll let you go without cuffs and chains. Fair deal?" he actually asked the last part as if it was perfectly innocent.
Mozenrath launched himself at Killian, the desire to strangle someone with his bare hands never greater. He would have screamed in outrage, but his throat was as raw as uncooked meat. "Bastard…" he choked.
"It seems pain is not an effective teacher for you human." Killian hummed in thought, his hands playing along the length of his organ. "Lets see what pleasure can do." He pulled Mozenrath's leash closed to him, forcing the naked and subjugated man near. "Have you ever been pleasured Mozenrath? By someone other than yourself I mean."
Mozenrath started to spit, but Killian backhanded him to the ground the moment he saw the tips pucker. "Stupid man thing." He slithered over, winding around the injured mortal. "I have to admire your spirit, but it's trying on my last nerve." He grabbed Mozenrath's arms and forced him down on all fours, relocking the collar to him bent. He took the rope between the hands and extended it behind the knee, allowing Mozenrath's own body limitation to hold him in place. He crouched there, head forced up, body conformed into a dog like position with the tight entry exposed for Killian's entertainment.
"I promised you pleasure slave." He said and pressed a finger to the puckered little hole. "And I intend to keep my word."
Mozenrath gave a scream of indignant protest as two of Killian's clawed fingers found their way into his ass. He was ruthless and pushed in all the way to the palm, bending and twisting them inside Mozenrath's body until the sorcerer began to whine in heated frustration. He could feel the tightness around his digits and grit his teeth, imagining what it would be like when he sunk his length into those depths. Naga cocks were large, but their entries were correspondingly bigger to allow it in. This human though, he was like a vise grip! His body had been opened and tried before, Killian could tell as much, but it would be nothing to compare to once he was riding the hard organ of Killian's need.
Mozenrath closed his eyes and wailed as the talented fingers found his prostate within minuets. He nearly fainted as the strange spot inside of him was teased with abandon, as if Killian were wrapping in tail around it just to create delightful friction. Mozenrath felt his thighs tense beyond his will and his cock grow at the sensation. "Killian! Please…no! Naaaugh!" he begged and was rewarded with the exit of his masters fingers, and entrance of his tongue.
The resulting noise was enough to make the dead rise. Mozenrath's body went rigid as Killian slid his tongue in deep, moistening the deep tunnel till it glistened with juice. He took his hands and stroked them along Mozenrath's cock, bring the sorcerer to full arousal. "Ahhhhhhhhnnnnah!" Mozenrath let the wail escape his lips before he could stop himself, the strength of his own need surprising him. "Killian! Killian….aaaaaaaaa aaaa!"
"There we are." Killian said with great enthusiasm, slipping his tongue out. He tested Mozenrath's entry with his fingers again. Still perfectly tightened. He smiled and turned Mozenrath to face him. "Enjoying yourself Mozenrath?"
Mozenrath gave a long whimper, his body burning with sudden passion. HoHHow dare that viper do this to him! How dare that filthy limbed worm make him feel pleasure. "You…you!"
"Yes….I'm a bastard…" Killian said, dipping his head low and tickling the entry with his tongue once more. "I know." He slipped his tongue in as Mozenrath let out another beautiful note. He added his fingers along with the tease, siding them in and out with quickening pace. Mozenrath's thighs flexed as Killian took control over his body, he was reacting physically, unable to resist what was being done to him.
Killian began to pull, firmly stretching the entry up and down, preparing it for him. One might think this a kindness but do not be mistaken. He was careful, giving him only enough to keep him open and on the border between pleasure and pain. When he was ready to enter, Killian wanted to enjoy watching every last inch of his cock penetrate the young wizard to the deepest level. With sincere delight, the jade reptile noted that Mozenrath head begun to buck back into the pleasure.
I can't stop! Oh Oh! AHHHH! Mozenrath had closed his eyes, the heat spreading across his body was completely in control now. Killian hadn't lied, he was a consummate love. How he had adjusted this knowledge to a human physique was something Mozenrath couldn't even comprehend right now. All he knew was that with every touch, he silently pleaded for more.
And Killian was about to give him just that.
Mozenrath nearly screamed as he felt the massive head of the naga man's cock press to his tunnel. "No…Killian no." he pleaded under his breath. "Please…"
"Now Mozenrath, I think I've been more than fair. More than kind even considering your attitude towards me. It's time for you to accept your place…" he lifted his erection to the wet entry and began to press in. "…and please your master." He flexed his tail around Mozenrath's body, sliding his tail inside Mozenrath's gasping lips. "Now…spread your thighs for me."
Killian's manhood didn't need assistance in opening the tightened body. The emerald snake gave a grunt of masculine delight and rammed the head of himself into Mozenrath's anal circle. He ignored the crying noise of agony that was muffled by his tail. It hardly mattered to him. He'd given this new pet enough tenderness for one night.
Inch by inch, Mozenrath felt his body being forced open. The horrible, magnificent pulling of his insides, the way his body was being made to conform for this new penetration. It was withering joy and rupturing pain in one. He would be made to accommodate Killian's need, even if it meant he bled to death in the process, Killian was determined that no one elses manhood would ever fill him so completely again.
Another inch and Killian could felt the muscles protesting as Mozenrath writhed beneath him. Even the great naga god of sex for forced to hold a moment, unsure if he actually could go any deeper. His 'hips' and navel pulsed excitedly, sensing release was near. Killian panted breathlessly, slamming in and out of the now red and sore entry. He had pulled Mozenrath's white thighs to nearly twice their normal width and took him as hard as he could, letting the thousands of beautiful coils do their work. "AAH! AAAAAGH!" Mozenrath's scream was blood curdling, but Killian could see the lovely humans erection standing firm and pulsing was need. He took hold of the ample hips and lifted Mozenrath on top of him, letting gravity do the work as the sorcerers body weight slid him down even further.
Mozenrath felt his back straighten from the sheer force of it. It was as if he no longer had his own will, his body was become a complete toy for Killian's desires. He had no will to resist, and no strength to put up a fight any more. Mozenrath gave a desperate call of blinding orgasm, and in perfect reaction, Killian forced his cock in up to the hilt. He pummeled the broken Mozenrath's insides, using them, forcing them into new contours for himself to take as he pleased. He lips parted in pure ecstasy, Killian gave a loud roar of completion and came deep inside the lovely new pet he'd obtained, filling Mozenrath to bursting with his essence.
Killian allowed the man to completely collapse on the floor as he pulled out, watching the pretty thing whimper as he tried to come down from the intense physical high of it. He noticed droplets of blood on the floor. Mozenrath's shoulder was still tightly bandaged and it was no surprise his length had broke the weakened human flesh too far. He'd have Leilani tend it later.
Mozenrath crawled onto the couch, too pleasure soaked and sore to move. His eyes slipped in and out of focus, watching the winding tail of his violator move towards him. As Killian approached his toy, the hardened length of his cock slowly began to disappear between the secretive folds, retreating now that it was sated. And yet that look, that hungry, sadistic look remained in those perfect green orbs. Mozenrath flinched as Killian petted his hair and made a low, deep growl. His fingers trailed back, leading down to Mozenrath's manhood. "Wait…!" Mozenrath managed to gasp out just before Killian scraped the edges with his fangs.
"Say you liked it." Killian demanded, that rope like tail squeezing his body firmly. Mozenrath whimpered and tried to move, but Killian's demands were absolute. "Say it pet!" he snarled and left little claw marks along Mozenrath's sides.
"Yes." Mozenrath cried softly, his body unstable and insecure after being made to take it all. "Yes…I liked it!' he whined and moaned when the naga began to test his entry again, sliding his fingers around it's circumference. "No…don't!" Mozenrath was made scream again as Killian suckled his cock between those razor sharp teeth and pushed his closed fist inside the abused red star of his ass.
"Very good slave." He said and tenderly drew a long from forehead to lips. "Now…tell me what I truly want to hear." He prompted, effectively punching his arm into the body deeper.
"I don't know!" Mozenrath wailed. "I don't….UUUUNNNUGH!" The soft and warm insides of his tunnel was cramping in pain, sending his brain signals he couldn't hope to obey.
"It is not so hard to figure out human." Killian grinned in true megalomaniac style. "Think about it. If our positions were reversed…" he chuckled at the ridiculas thought. "What is the one thing you would want to hear me say?" He slid his fist in deeper. "Take your time."
Mozenrath's mind was racked with unbearable pain, and yet he still knew the answer. "I…" he choked on sobs and tears, forcing himself to say it. "I…l-l-love you…master Killian." He managed, feeling dirty to the core.
Outside the doors, Leilani covered his little scream between his hands, eyes welled with tears as he slithered away from the hurtful scene.
