"Hmmm~"
In the middle of a clearing with flowers, trees, and small hills doting around her, Naga felt relaxed. The mostly clear sky above allowed her to be blanketed in the warm sun, with the odd cloud coming in now and then to provide a brief moment of shade coupled with the occasional gentle breeze.
Opening her eyes Naga looked around this little piece of land. It may have been miniscule compared to the rest of the world, but its simplistic beauty seemed to relax her in a way few places could. It was her home away from home, a place to take a break from her duties as the leader of the Divine Tribe of Manaketes.
Dragons they may have once been, that was no longer the case. The world had changed, and during that change Naga urged her brethren to shed their powers and seal them away to avoid the inevitable problem of degeneration. But some tribes were too prideful to do that, especially if it resulted in taking the appearance of a race they viewed as beneath them.
The green-haired woman shook her head to bat away from those thoughts, not wanting to dwell on worries which had prompted her to take a quick trip across the seas from one continent to another. A continent that was now ruled by two of her former tribesmen, two she had banished, Duma and Mila.
Yet despite their falling out Naga believed they still had a deep respect for each other. She would not interfere in the affairs of this continent they now called home, and they would not interfere in the affairs of Archanea. But more surprising to Naga, they allowed her to continue to have this little section of what should be a part of their land. They made sure it was undisturbed by both them and the humans they now ruled or guided over.
She was truly thankful for the gesture, a chuckle passing through her lips as she recalled fond memories they had shared long ago.
Strolling through the field towards a lake in the distance, she continued to reminisce on the happy memories in her long life. Her bare feet brushed over the soft blades of grass while the fabric of her pink-and-white skirt and her hair flowed behind her. She had to admit, one of the best perks to taking the form of humans was just how much more relaxing and appreciative she could be in the simple sensations that would normally have gone unnoticed in her dragon form.
Not to mention other more stimulating sensations were greatly enhanced as well.
Naga chuckled once again, 'If Mila was here no doubt she'd make a joke about it,' The Divine Manakete thought. Her friend did always have an interest in the pleasures of humanity.
However, she was shaken away from those thoughts as she felt something, a call. She focused on the sensation, trying to understand it. It did not come from her tribemates, no, it came from something else, humans. And not just any human, one she had a connection with.
"Deirdre."
She uttered the name, one she was familiar with her. For she was the latest in line of descendent of Helm, one of the legendary heroes of the continent Judugal. A far off land from Archanea that she and several other dragons had elected to travel to over a century ago to aid in the defeat of a rogue Earth Dragon, Loptus, and prevent him from wreaking havoc on a continent that should've belonged to humans. For Judugal was easily the current leading figure in showcasing humanity potential compared to dragons, something she believed the humans of Archanea could eventually achieve.
In their intervention, she and the other dragons bestowed their power to heroes through a blood-rite, and the one she performed the rite was Helm. That along with the Book of Naga she bestowed to him formed a connection that would allow her to watch over him and his descendants, granted they still held major blood of Naga and not minor. But that blood had thinned over the years, with Deidre being the only person Naga currently knew of that held her major blood in this day and age.
Parts of Judugal worshiped her as a god even though she believed she was nothing of the sort. But if it helped to give them strength, then she was fine with it, she just wished she could've done more to guide them should they need it. But she did not have enough power to reach them from so far away save for a few exceptions such as Deirdre.
Naga had decided to look over the girl as she had done to her previous ancestors of major blood, and the girl had also seemed to understand her connection as well. She gave prayers and worships to Naga who would always try and listen to those prayers, though she wished she could've better communicated back. Their connection despite her major blood was not strong enough for Deirdre to hear words from who she prayed to, but she could at the very least tell she was watching over her, and for that, she was grateful.
Had Deirdre been in possession of the Book of Naga, Naga had no doubt their connection would've been strong enough for the two to actually communicate. But alas, the tome was somewhere else, kept away in one of the royal castles of Judugal that had some direct connection to Helm last she recalled. Naga doubted Deirdre would be able to easily access it, especially from her mountain village.
Actually, if she recalled correctly, Deirdre no longer lived in a mountain village. No, there had been some sort of conflict on the continent if she was correct, and that Deirdre had involved herself with it along with some lord. She was admittedly unsure of the details as much could've changed in the time from when she had last been able to listen to Deirdre when she had called her. For while it may have felt shorter for Naga, a dragon's or manakete's sense of time was far grander than that of a human, and much could have changed in what felt like a blink of an eye to the divine woman.
Which was why this calling presented a good chance to check on the state of things.
Reaching a relatively soft patch of grass situated near the lake nearby, Naga kneeled down on the grass and planted her hands on her lap, closing her eyes as she began to meditate. The calming ripple of water nearby paired with blowing gentle, blowing breeze, helping her to focus as she traveled along the bond that connected her to the far-off continent of Judugal.
Her body stayed where it was, but her spirit traveled over oceans and continents in a span of time that seemed paradoxingly short yet long when she finally reached her destination.
A castle.
Yes, yes, looking around Naga was able to recognize her surroundings. This was the castle of that lord Deirdre seemed captivated with. What was his name? Ah yes, Sigurd! He seemed like a fine man, and part of the manakete believed they would be good for each other. Perhaps she could learn how their relationship progressed from Deirdre herself?
In a form that no other could see, Naga descended into the castle and cut straight through its architecture, searching for the one who had called her. And when she did, well...Naga found herself quite simply stunned by what she saw.
"Ahh! My- My LORD!"
Had Naga's form possessed a face, it would've been one of simple shock, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide and fixed at what laid before them. She saw not Deirdre on her knees and praying, but instead completely bare and on her back, legs spread wide for the equally bare man atop of her as he passionately thrust into her.
His thrusts rocked the frame they were coupling atop of, creating a creaking sound that Naga was barely able to register. For Deirdre moans and yells echoed all over the woman as she clung onto, her lover, Sigurd, as best she could.
"Dear Naga~ Dear Naga~ Praise Naga~ Naga~ Naga~ Naga~"
Her moans and yells morphed into a rhythm of whines as she uttered Naga's name like some sort of chant, as though it was the only thing keeping her sanity in face of the overwhelming pleasure she experienced. Her fingers dug into Sigurds back and neck. His hands kept her thighs pinned against the mattress to keep her loins wide open for him to thrust down into, robbing her of the ability to wrap them around his waist and keep him stuffed in there.
It quickly dawned on Naga that Deirdre had called her in on accident in this moment of passion. Something the woman didn't seem to realize yet whilst being fucked into the sheets by her lord who was spurred on by the woman's chants. Something that he cut off when his lips crashed down and sealed hers. His broad chest now pinned her breasts, preventing them from flopping wildly about as her toes curled beside him.
She shouldn't be witnessing this. She should leave, for all their sakes. And yet she continued to watch Sigurd rhythmically pull his hips up before slamming them down into Deirdre with enough force that Naga couldn't help but wonder if the girl was hurt. Though considering how the girl was seemingly doing her best to buck her hips against his, Naga assumed she was loving it.
The Divine Manakete was entranced by the sight, it felt as if she couldn't even breath despite the fact she had no need to draw it in her current form. It was only upon the climax of their union did that change.
"Dei-Deirdre!" Sigurd roared as released his lover's lips and slammed his hips down into her one last time, filling her up to the brim with the cock that had rattled her enough that she unknowingly called Naga to her.
And it was too much for the holy-blooded woman.
Her eyes struggled to keep open as her mouth agape in a silent scream that quickly spoke"My-My Lord! DEAR NAAAGGAA!" Her eyes clenched shut while her walls clamped down tight around Sigurd's cock. Her screams echoed across the room as her lord dumped his sire into her blessed womb while she came. Her walls milking him for each and every heir she could bear for him.
Her scream snapped Naga out of her trance, gifting an air of clarity that allowed her to dispel the fog that had unknowingly settled in her mind. And so using this moment of clarity, Naga ended their connection and sent her spirit flying back to her body from Judugal.
This had been an accident she told herself, nothing more. She would not blame Deirdre for her call when she most likely had no idea her calls could reach her in that state. So Naga decided to take precautions to make sure such calls did not so easily reach her like that again.
All while ignoring the fact that it took her far longer than it should've to have ended that connection, or how her thighs rubbed subconsciously together when she returned to her body.
"Huh~"
Naga let out a sigh fall from her graceful lips as she appeared in a way the leader of a divine manakete tribe probably shouldn't. Sitting on a small throne not in grace or dignity, but in a way that made her appear mentally fatigued or just bored.
Her elbow was pressed down to the armrest of her throne as she leaned her head against its knuckle, one leg crossed over the other as she was all alone in this room. She had asked not to be disturbed for a bit as she wished to sort out a few thoughts.
Her duties as the leader of her tribe, and her duties as a woman.
No one would ever doubt Naga's dedication for her tribe and for humanity as well. She was truly a saint, good natured and selfless in a way that couldn't really be described as much else but divine. But in constantly putting others first, she neglected her own needs in turn.
A need to pass something further on, something more personal that went from a simple guiding hand or strength to those in need. No, simply put, she wanted a child.
'A simple doing so would be nothing of the sort,'
To give birth and raise a child would be something that would no doubt make her workload heavier than it already was. More worries to add onto the cascade that threatened to overwhelm her already, both as the leader of her tribe and a guiding hand for humanity.
And even if she decided to act on her desires, to actually achieve it would take more than a fair bit of effort. Dragons had never been the most fertile of creatures, a bane to the boon of their lifespan, with their transition to manaketes just barely improving the rate of fertility. Yet even then a more than vigorous and time-consuming session between partners was required, at minimum, for the chance to even become impregnated at all.
There was also the problem of finding a suitable mate. As a woman Naga didn't have any doubts about her appearance, she knew she was fairly attractive to both her kind and the kind whose forms they had chosen to adopt. But she knew many others would hesitate to even have a thought of matting with her due to her standing. So if she wanted a mate, finding one would be quite the effort.
And that was just barely scratching the surface of her what a child would bring. Naga had grown quite powerful, powerful in a way only those who have gained a level near her standing could fathom. So there was the very real possibility that should her child inherit that power, could bring ruin if left unchecked. So it would need constant care, care that she wasn't certain she could provide. So if she couldn't even give it that, why bring it into this world at all?
"Huh~" It was times like this Naga envied humans. Part of her wished she could discard her duties, to shed her divinity and live as some simple maidan. Where the world and her worries would seem so much smaller.
'Calm yourself Naga, you know that line of thought will get you nowhere,' She chidded herself and shook her head.
She needed something to distract herself from these conflicting thoughts. And as luck would have it, her prayers were answered. In the form of a prayer to her.
Naga almost chuckled at the timing of this call. Not a moment's hesitation in her response, she readjusted herself to get more comfortable before entering a meditative trance. And soon enough her spirit was traveling along the bond that connected her to her caller.
A caller she was familiar with, Julia. She was Deirdre's daughter and the only one of her mother's children to have inherited the major blood that gave her firm connection to Naga. Her life had been a rocky one, as just like her mother Julia had been swept in another conflict of Judugral, one that involved Loptus attempting to revive himself. It resulted in the sacrifice of her brother, one of Deirdre's son, becoming the dragon's vessel and losing most of his humanity.
Naga could feel her heartstrings tug at the misfortune that had befallen Deirdre and her family, but she believed that they and the humans of Judugal could prevail. And they did. Loptus had been slain, and his victims put to rest. All the people of the continent had to do now was heal and move forward towards a brighter dawn.
Perhaps Julia was contacting to inform her of their progress in that journey?
It'd help distract her from her previous frustrations earlier on her throne. And so her spirited form traverse the lands and seas, eventually reaching the land of Judugal. She flew over its forest, mountains, lakes, and desserts till eventually she reached the source of the call, a castle in which she cut through to find the room who held the person she was searching for.
Unfortunately, it seemed that person had not been expecting her arrival. Instead she was very clearly focused on something else from what Naga witnessed as she entered a locked chamber in a far off corner of the castle, hidden from any prying eyes and ears to conceal the scandalous act within.
If Naga's spirit had thighs they would've most likely rubbed together in response to what she saw.
"AHH! Se-Seliph! It's...You're...so rough! Oh Naga!"
Julia threw her face back down on the sheets beneath her to muffle her cries. Her fingers dug at the sheets that match her current appearance, drenched with copious amounts of sweat that glistened her bare form, her long, purple-hair frayed and clinging to her skin. She pressed her chest down against the sheets as she kept her hips raised up high to be fiercely thrusted against by the man behind her.
The young, blue-haired man kneeled behind was equally bare as her, with a similar coat of sweat on his skin. Though unlike his partner who was losing herself to the pleasure of their passion, he sought to dive further into it. His hands firmly gripping Julia's round hips as he drove himself in and out of her loins with enough force to creak the bed. Loud, wet claps of skin echoed across the room over their moans and grunts.
'Not again,'
Naga was in shock at the scene in front of her, a scene that seemed identical to one she saw decades earlier. Even its participants looked similar. Once again one of those with a strong connection to her blood had accidently callen out to her in a moment that she had not meant to.
But how? How did her call reach Naga? The divine manakete was certain she had set up precautions to prevent this sort of thing from happening again, to where more focus and clarity was required for their calls to be heard. Unless, their connection was strong enough that in a passion their thoughts reached her?
'Huh?' Inspecting the two who were rutting on the bed in front of her, and unaware of her presence, Naga took a closer look at the young man. And as was plowing Julia with ferocity that seemed more primal than anything else, Naga realized something, she recognized him.
Yes, Selpih, as Julia had called him. But she already knew that. He was Deirdre's son, her first one that she had with Lord Sigurd. No wonder this scene looked so identical to the previous bout of accidental voyeurism she had with their mother, the two look just like their father and mother respectively in so many ways.
And that would mean Seliph also possessed part of her blood. It may have been minor, especially compared to his mother and half-sister, but it was still there. But even together it shouldn't have been enough to reach her like this. Even if they were getting rather... passionate considering the state of the room around them.
'Wait~'
Naga's eyes were finally able to focus on something other than the incestrust fucking in front of her. They narrow on the flipped over table nearby, more specifically, the open book that had fallen on the floor next to it.
It was a tome. Not just any tome, her tome, the Book of Naga. A tome that had her very will inscribed in it, only able to be wielded by those of major blood like Julia and her mother. And atop of the divine powers it held, it would also allow her to directly communicate with them in the right conditions.
And yet such a holy and important artifact was left on the ground and forgotten in the storm of passion nearby.
Yes, major and minor blood together coupled with her tome. That would've given enough of a connection to reach Naga in spite of the precautions she had set up.
"AHHHH!"
The divine manakete was pulled away from her realization as Julia's scream bounced off the wall. Her head was lifted up from the sheets, exposing her face to the moonlit room as her half-brother yanked her purple hair back and used it as a handle for his fucking. His hips mercilessly drove in and out of her gushing folds with enough force to send her body rocking forward before he yanked it back by the roots of her hair.
It hurt, the tears that streamed down her face said as much. Her grip on the sheets only served to pull it up and offer little support for her plight. She became little more than a ragdoll for her half-brother fucking, gasping when he forced her forward and yelping when she wa yanked back. Her breasts flopped and crashed widely to produce another set of slapping skin along with the claps of his hips against her ass.
And yet Julia seemed more than fine with it. As painful as the sensation was, it was a mere drop in the bucket to the pleasure that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her agape mouth and flailing tongue speaking a divine language that not even Naga was capable of understanding as the divine manakete could only watch in awe at this debauchery that was anything but holy.
But worse of all, it spoke to her, it called to her, it was affecting her. She could feel the bond between the two, she could feel how their feelings and passion for each other eclipsed the fact that they were kin. The feelings that they had decided to keep hidden from others now able to be let out in this room, and they held nothing back as they let it all out. Their love, their lust, their wants and needs. She may have only felt a fraction of it, but it still made the Divine Manakete feel the closest thing to arousal in her current form.
She was stunned and engrossed by what laided before her. Not even their climax shook her enough to snap her out of it as the lord-brother slammed himself deep within his holy-sister. He loudly grunted her name, yanking her hair back as he prompted Julia to face the skies above as her womb was filled to the brim with nephews and nieces she didn't even know could be hers for most of her life until just a few months ago.
"Oh NAGA!" She cummed with a cry so passionate Naga could feel it shake her very core as though it was the holiest of chants or prayers, despite it clearly not being the case.
And in her subconscious Naga answered back. She responded to this girl's cry of pleasure by giving her the strength to gain more.
Letting go of his sister's hair Selpih panted heavily. The fog that had clouded his mind with the lust and drive to rail his incestuous-lover had cleared up just a bit, but he could tell it was becoming denser by the second and would take him again. Still, in this moment of clarity he wanted to call out to Julia, to have a moment of brief love before they allowed their lust to once again take over.
" Huh Huh~, Julia...that was-HUH!?" Selpih was caught completely off guard as his sister cut him off. Slamming her ass back against him with enough force to send him flat on his back, he could barely blink before she turned around and mounted him without ever letting their loins disconnect.
"Naga!" Julia howled to the heavens as she slammed herself down on her brother's cock while he let out a grunt. Her hands tightly gripped his shoulders as she bounced herself up and down his sword with reckless abandonment, taking control as Selpih hung on by grasping her hips for support, a complete 180 from how they were acting just a minute ago,
Julia didn't know what it was but she felt something invigorating her. Her blood was screaming out, seemingly for the one who shared half of it. She had felt something like this before, but what she was experiencing now completely blew those comparisons out of the water. She didn't know how this was happening or what was compelling her to act with such strength and passion.
Yet she offered her praises nonetheless.
"PRAISE NAGA!" She chanted in gratitude with not a single coherent thought in her words as she let them fly out of her mouth. Yet the passion and decree she spoke did not diminish in the slightest.
Her words were somehow able to snap Naga out of her trance as her chant was too strong for her to ignore consciously. If she had a body in that moment, she would've been holding her arms for support to calm herself, But she had no arms to hold, no breath to hold, no finger to bite into from the sights that should've made thighs rub together.
And so in her moment of focus, Naga broke the connection between them. Allowing her to return to the body that could do all that.
A body that would be very hot and bothered upon her return no doubt.
Perhaps she'd get her wish for a child after all.
Naga was bored
She was in a place higher than the mortal plane, but not as high as the heavens themselves for she still had ties to the world below.
While her passing may have occurred centuries ago, to say that she had "died'' wouldn't have been accurate. For while she may have shedded her physical form, her astral one still roamed the world. Her powers were strong enough that she could still affect the world and those who inhabited it even in this state. Bestowing tools when conflict was necessary, and wisdom to those that needed guidance.
Still, while Naga would never regret her current position she wouldn't deny that it could be fairly boring at times. There was only so much she could do to pass the time other than watching over others and listening to countless prayers.
And currently she was doing the former.
Naga stood by the bedside of her daughter who was slumbering peacefully in the night. The sight of her blissful, relaxed face brought a smile to Naga's lips. It seemed as though the nightmares that had plagued her girl for centuries prior had ceased, thanks to a certain young man.
The same young man whose castle Tiki currently resided in rather than the secluded ice temple Naga had placed her in shortly after her birth. It was easily one of Naga's biggest regrets, having to force her child to endure such loneliness, fearful of what could happen should she lose control of her power and run wild. But thankfully her hopes were realized when someone who could help Tiki came along. Someone who could help her control her power and live life as she should've always been able to, with those she loved.
Naga leaned down towards the girl and gently wiped a strand of her hair back in place, an action that prompted the girl to let out a small snooze before turning over. Her mother suppressed a chuckle from the reaction, not wishing to wake the girl up. Even if the possibility was very low in her current form.
It was rare, but during times she was feeling particularly bold, Naga would give herself a more... solid form to watch over the world she usually eyed from above. Allowing her to get much more upfront and close in a way that wasn't possible when looking down and from afar. Though it was only possible in places she had a strong enough connection with, or with someone.
Her form, while invisible to most mortal eyes, was identical to her manakete appearance, save for the fact she was colored in a shade of faded blue. She was just barely able to register her surroundings thanks to her enhanced senses. Still fairly disconnected from the world, as though she were a ghost. There were very few things she could interact with, such as her daughter.
*ting
Naga blinked at the sudden sensation she felt pass through her. Something that spoke to her, yet did not call to her. Akin to a ripple from a stone's throw into a pond. And in her current state there were very few things that could resonate with her, with one of those things slumbering peacefully away beside her.
Yet she felt something else inside of the castle. And so having nothing better to do she decided to investigate the source of this mysterious stone that created the ripple she felt. Placing a kiss of farewell on her daughter's forehead, Naga passed through the walls of her room like the projection she was and walked through the halls of the castle towards its source.
Only the strays of moonlight that passed through the large windows lit up the pass for the ghostly form of the divine manakete, not that she needed it to. Her senses were sharp enough to easily make out her surroundings, not to mention it wasn't her first time traversing through the halls of these castles. Her daughter was now living here after all, and with so much free time the holy figure had, exploring this castle helped kill the time for about a few days.
Hence why curiosity struck her when her investigation brought her to the entrance of the grand, royal chambers of the castle's lord.
Marth, that was his name Naga recalled. A fine, outstanding young man who had braved fierce trials that threatened to destroy his homeland and united the entire continent under his rule. And Naga believed he would lead it towards prosperity. She even felt indebted to him due to lifting the curse of loneliness she had been forced to place Tiki under.
So she was curious as to why this ripple, this sensation that resonated with her was emerging from his chambers.
Only one way to find out.
Passing through the door Naga found herself treated to a sight that while rare, wasn't that uncommon to the manakete.
The green-haired, divine mother could only sigh. There to the wall on the far side to the door stood no other than Marth himself, completely bare and with his back turned to her while holding up a long, blue-haired woman between himself and against the wall. He pounded between her legs as the slender limbs were wrapped around his waist while her arms clung around his neck, holding onto the young king for dear life as he fucked her fiercely.
"Marth~ Marth~, oh gods Marth~" The woman moaned his name in a chant, seemingly spurring the man on as the wall she was fucked against was now starting to shake from the force of his thrusts. It looked as though it could've been painful, but it was clear to Naga from her moans and the look on her face that this girl was experiencing enough pleasure to make whatever pain she experienced inconsequential.
'Well, I suppose it wouldn't do for the Queen to be unable to handle her King.' Naga mused as she believed to have recognized the identity of the woman Marth was taking. Caeda was her name if she recalled correctly due to her close relationship with Tiki. Recalling some of the sweet moments between the woman and her daughter while continuing to watch this coupling between King and Queen, arms crossed under her bust and making no effort to leave.
Dozens of centuries ago Naga would've been flustered by such a sight, stunned and unable to make the right call of leaving when she accidentally dropped in on private moments between couples who had unknowingly called her. But that was then, and this was now. Naga had experienced acts like this enough times that she had gotten somewhat used to it. Not to mention, it wasn't like she had anything pressing or better to do.
Might as well enjoy the show.
Still, even as the two continued to rut fiercely against the chamber walls, Naga found herself curious as to how such an act had resonated to her from inside Tiki's room. Unlike previous instances she had no direct connection with either of them. Neither were blessed with her blood, let alone called out directly to her, if only in name.
So why, why was it that she felt something draw her to here? She could tell it was coming from Marth itself. In fact, she could tell there was something off with the young man. Something inside of him that was unnatural, that set him apart from the average man and made him closer to her own kind.
But how? Why? Marth was born just a normal as the woman he was currently pinning against the wall. The only thing special about his blood was that it was royalty and not much else. It wasn't as if she had blessed his ancestors or that he had any manakete heritage from what she recalled.
'Wait~'
Naga turned her sight towards her left, her eyes landing on the mounted sword and shield on the wall. The Falchion and Binding Shield, both items of her creation, items with a connection with her.
Items that had been used at their full power by Marth himself.
Yes, that must have been it. To have used such powerful objects that held such a direct connection with herself must've affected him, altered his body, albeit slightly. It would probably be most akin to holding minor blood from those whose ancestors she blessed directly. Not powerful enough to call out to her directly, but enough to catch her attention if she was close by.
Satisfied with her conclusion as to why she felt drawn here, Naga allowed herself to focus on the king who had his Queen ride something other than her pegasus. She had to give the young man credit, he was clearly very strong. It looked as if he had no trouble holding his partner up and moving her up and down his length at a brisk pace as she held onto him through it all, moaning his name as though it were a prayer.
And though her body was only a projection, Naga could feel it react to the display. And she didn't resist the sensation as she had before in the past as she shifted her thighs underneath her dress. Despite shedding her mortal form, Naga still held some needs as a woman. And while it wasn't like they could easily be fulfilled, she could at least pleasure herself to help pass the time.
Though of course that was only in private. And doing so with sights as close and personal as this was not something Naga was inclined to do.
At least not yet. Perhaps in another millennium she'd have been more willing to give it a go.
For now, though, the manakete resigned herself to just her shifting thighs. Bringing a finger up to bite down in her astral form for no other reason than to give her something else to do as it appeared as though the King and Queen were reaching their climax.
"oh! Oh! OH!" Caeda's moans began to peak. Her body ragdolling against the wall and Marth as she held onto him for dear life.
"Marth! I'm gonna..I'm gonna!" She tried to warn him, gripping his hair as she did so.
And he responded by slamming his hips up while pulling her down. He forced her to take every inch of his royal shaft, shouting her name as he came, "Elice!"
'Huh?'
Elice? Not Caeda? Naga was stunned, more so than when she first arrived into these chambers and laid eyes on these acts. Was that not Caeda, Princess of Talys, Queen of Archanea, Marth's wife? If not so then that meant that the woman Marth currently had up against the wall, dumping his royal heirs into was none other than his sister.
Why did that not surprise her as much as it should've?
"Ahhh!" Elice cried up to the heavens as she felt her nephews and nieces filled up her womb, a womb she reserved for her dear, younger brother.
Naga, in her curiosity couldn't help but prope the girl's thoughts. It was simply enough for her powers, especially with the girl already doing most of the work for her incestous bond with her brother was at the forefront of her mind. Revealing how the boundaries between siblings to lovers started long ago, even before he was forced to escape to Talys. And upon their reunion after years apart, they had quickly fallen into old habits. Elice even now held a new motivation in making sure that her dear brother's needs were taken care of, wishing to ease the heavy burdens he held from taking on the crown at such a young age.
"Ughh~"
Naga found her attention turned from the incestuous royal couple towards the other side of the room. And when her eyes landed on the king's large bed, she found something that gave her a mild shock.
The plentiful amount of women who were passed out atop of it. Bare, disheveled, and leaking out the royal heirs of the castle's lord. And in the middle of that mess of woman was undoubtedly the Queen herself, who Naga couldn't help but confirm looked very similar to her sister-in-law.
The manakete couldn't help but wonder if that played a part in Marth's feelings towards her. Though she didn't think long on that thought, instead she found herself much more curious as the plethora of partners Marth had seemed to go through tonight.
By the edge of the bed laid a short-haired redhead, one would've normally appeared fierce and striking on her wyvern. Now though she looked absolutely spent in serving her king's needs. The proud woman's eyes were glazed as her ass seemed to have endured enough punishment that the skin matched her hair. Between her and the Queen meanwhile were a mess of limbs from a trio of girls. One with green hair, another with blue, and a third with pink. Their signature triangle attack had barely been enough to defend against the king when he took all three at once, grounding the loyal sisters after sending them to heights they could never sore on their own through countless, shared orgasms.
'My, I didn't expect him to be this sort of type of man, ' Naga mused. It wasn't uncommon for those in power to have many partners, not for humans or manaketes. Still, Marth didn't strike her as the type to hold such a group. She had no doubts that his love for Caeda was real, and she was sure he was a kind and honest soul. So at the very least all of this must have been consensual.
But still, something was amiss. For Marth to have brought them all to this state, and still be seemingly able to go for longer, as evident by the moans and slapping of skin that was once again picking up volume nearby.
No mere mortal man could have this much libido.
Naga's eyes flew open as the words, "Mortal Man" ran through her mind. Because she had realized that's where she had been mistaken. Marth was no longer a mere mortal, no, the mere fact that he was unwittingly able to call out to her here, if barely, proved that.
Yes, as she concluded before his body had changed from wielding her divine artifacts at their full power. And perhaps those changes brought about some more... primal instinct and urges as well. She already knew it was possible from those she had blessed with her blood.
With that question now having been answered Naga turned her gaze back to the royal sibling's sinful act.
She raised a brow at their current position.
'Goodness' Was all she could think, refraining from bringing a hand to her mouth at the sight of the king pressing his sister against the large, stained glass window while taking her from behind. His hands on her hips while his own pistoned in and out of her overstuffed folds with a wild abdomen, clapping against her ass and prompting Elice's body to rattle against the glass. Marth's grip was so strong that she was unable to even buck her hips back, kept in place as she slid further up on her toes with each thrust.
She palmed at the glass for support. Her hard nipples slid over the glass while her cheek pressed against it. Mouth agape as she panted like a bitch in heat for her brother. And as her glazed eyes stared out into the starry night sky, they settled on the bright moon that seemingly shined a spotlight down on the sinful coupling between herself and her lord-brother. But she did not balk away from its light, not that she would even if she could.
Instead, her eyes widened, prompted by a rather harsh thrust Marth gave as he rolled her hips and grinded his shaft deep in her twat. An action that triggered another orgasm from his sister. Her fingers clawed against the glass as she was now dangling on her toes.
"Na-NAGA!" She cried up to the very goddess that represented the heavens she and her country worshiped, not knowing that that very goddess was watching them all right behind them.
' There it is,' Naga suppressed a chuckle as her name was finally called. Prompting her to walk towards the bed that was covered in women. A small, invisible aura was cast on them all as Naga elected to at least give the girls some relief in their aching and sore limbs considering it was sort of her fault in relation to their king's urges.
Yet she didn't take her leave when she finished. No, instead she settled herself on the bed's edge and returned her gaze back towards the sinful siblings on the other side of the room. Finding herself curious as to how much more Elice could take, and whether it'd be enough to sate Marth himself.
And so she made herself comfortable to enjoy the show, crossing one leg over the other while holding her arms underneath her bust. It wasn't like she had anything better to do.
Naga was... conflicted .
On one hand she should be happy, rejoicing perhaps. Once again humanity had overcome great trials that realistically, they had little chance of beating. This time in the form of an artificial dragon who went by the name of Grima whose appearance sent ripples of destruction throughout the continent once called Archanea, reforming the land in a great schism.
But one man, a descendent of the Hero King Marth rose up. He brought together allies in these chaotic times and united them under the banner of a new kingdom named Ylisse. A declaration that a new time was upon the land, and that new kingdoms would replace those from before. And his first act as the Exalt of Ylisse would be to slay the dragon currently laying waste to the continent.
It was a hard and long battle that took several years, with allies coming from all across the continent itself and others across the seas from Valentia. Even Naga's own daughter, Tiki, joined the first exalt as she did with his Hero-King ancestor a millennium ago. But she was no longer the young, little girl who clung to her precious Mar-Mar and his friends. No, she had grown into a somewhat rebellious and free-spirited girl who was still learning the responsibilities that would eventually give her the title " Voice of Naga".
And to help make sure they succeeded, Naga instructed her daughter to guide the Exalt to the Mt. Prism. There she could give him the power necessary to seal Grima away, power greater than even the Hero-King Marth held a millennium ago. He would not just have him wield the Falchion and Fire Emblem, but she would also bless him with her blood and allow him to perform the ritual needed to defeat Grima.
And he had done just that. There in the deserts located in the south-west area of the continent's land, the First Exalt and his allies defeated Grima and sealed him away. Ending his reign of terror and allowing humanity to once again flourish in this reshaped continent.
So why was she conflicted? One simple reason, the Exalt and her daughter had chosen a rather... interesting form of celebration.
By fucking each other atop of the skull of Grima.
"Ah~ Ah~ AH~"
Tiki's coos rang across the skull of the slain fell dragon as she laid on her back, fingers digging into the bone beneath her for support while her partner pounded her fiercely into it. Her body had grown from the form of a cute young girl. She was taller, her curves more defined, her limbs more slender as her body was on the verge of adulthood compared to a human, even if her actual age far surpassed that.
Though if one were being honest, Tiki acted more in line with that of a free-spirited teenager, one who wasn't afraid to have some mischievousness. The type that would no doubt ruin the innocent, naive image that her previous Mar-Mar held of her millennium ago as she was taken by his descendant in the most brazen place possible.
Not that either of them cared.
The two were no strangers to this sort of union as Naga no doubt already knew. She always made sure to keep a constant watch over her daughter, and she saw how their relationship progressed from their initial meeting. Her daughter was not shy in teasing the seasoned Exalt, occasionally flirting with him despite his marriage to his queen. A marriage that had been going strong for over a decade since they were of age.
And yet those boundaries didn't seem to phase the growing manakete. For she knew the truth behind the scenes, and how similar the Exalt and Queen's relationship to her Mar-Mar and Caeda. She knew that the Exalt bedded multiple women, with his Queen's support and blessings of course. Though it took her a few more centuries to piece that together for the latter couple than for the former.
In any case, those similarities were not lost to Tiki. Though that didn't mean the man currently pounded was just a copy to her first crush. He was more stoic, blunt, and straightforward. Not cruel or unjust by any means, but he wasn't as kind as Marth either. He was his own man. Not to mention physically, he held a figure much larger than what Marth possessed when she first met him. Natural considering the man was well into adulthood while she met Marth when he was still stepping into it.
But even despite those differences, the similarities Tiki saw were more than enough to entice her in a very forbidden way. Especially considering she had been getting tired and annoyed at how others held up such lofty and pure standards for her. She was Naga's daughter to them, a divine symbol.
And she never really cared for it. So she rebelled against such notions by causing some mischievous and acting in less than pure ways. And what better way to do that than to have relationships with her first crush's descendent?
It didn't take much for Tiki to convince him to let her join his little group, though it didn't hurt that she was well aware of how attractive she was. They were both consenting adults and knew what they wanted. Not to mention, she could offer him something that the other woman couldn't.
Someone who he could truly let loose with. For like her dear Mar-Mar, the First Exalt didn't bed multiple women purely in search of pleasure, but for the need of sating his desires as well, as not even his wife could handle him alone. No mortal woman could;
But Tiki was no mortal woman, she was a divine manakete with a body that could take the Exalt's cravings in full force as evident by the cracks forming underneath them from his thrusts that shook Tiki towards another orgasm. Time and time again, they let loose wherever he needed it, be it in his castle, an inn, or even off the side of the road when they snuck away from the rest of their allies. They rutted like beasts, no, like dragons. Something that became even worse when he was blessed with Naga's blood.
Though she did have to admit, despite her age the Exalt was far more experienced in the art of matting. For while she was the only one capable of challenging him at his best, she had yet to best him in that state either.
Than again, she couldn't care less with how much made her cum time and time again.
"Yes!" Tiki cried as another orgasm ripped through her. Her roar echoed across Grima's skull and far away from the rest of their allies near back on the ground near the base of its back. It helped give the two some much-needed privacy as they conducted in their potentially sacrilegious debauchery. The manakete's legs snapping around the larger man's waist as he came, her divine walls triggering his climax as he fired exalted heirs into the divine woman like he had many times before.
" Hah~ , you seem even more forceful than usual. Is this you trying to make me want to get so addicted to your cock I won't want to leave it? Cause its working~" Tiki chuckled in a slight daze, still panting from her blissful orgasm as she tried to rile the Exalt up.
The man shook his head, "Just want to make sure neither of us leave with any regrets," He replied without hesitation, his low and husky voice sending a small shiver up the manakete's spine.
Still, she merely grinned at his words, "Then how about you end this little warmup and give me something that I'll remember from across the ocean," She challenged, rolling her hips in invitation.
As Tiki swooned from the Exalt's response to her challenge, her mother recalled the reason the teenaged manakete and her exalted lover were so brazenly rutting atop of Grima's skull like their lives depended on it. For Tiki had decided, to Naga surprise, to take a more active role in her responsibilities as her daughter, to better represent it. And so she had decided to travel to a distant land to help others in need.
Tiki and Exalt would part from here she'd go west across the seas and he'd go east to rebuild. Their mutually beneficial relationship would unfortunately come to an end. And so Tiki wished to make their potential last session, one that would leave its mark to the very heavens.
"Fuck!" Tiki howled in both pain and pleasure as the Exalt was fulfilling her wish. Having wasted no time in readjusting their position so that they were back on their feet, hands on her hips with her bent over as he took her roughly from behind. Her sacraded ass stuffed by the Exalt's thick blade, defiling the puckered, forbidden entrance above her holy grounds with his falchion. All while she gripped the handle for the actual blade with her hands for support.
Tiki had just barely managed to pick up the blade forged from her own mother's fangs, once wielded by her first crush and now by his descendent. And she used it as little more than a brace, stabbing the blade into the skull of the sealed dragon below them as the exalt behind her plowed her tight ass.
And she couldn't help but grin at it.
"Naga!" She cried as the exalt unloaded another fresh batch of sires into her rump, triggering her latest orgasm and prompting her to cry her own mother's name to the heavens.
And the girl couldn't help but take joy in knowing that mother was no doubt watching. She may have been on the path to making peace with her mother after holding a not so slight grudge against her for her countless centuries of slumber in the ice-temple for most of her early life. It may have been petty since she knew why her mother did it, but she was at that stage in her life where it was natural to rebel, even if she was reaching its end.
So might as well use this as a last chance to get back at her mother.
A mother who was doing everything in her power to not tend to the leaking desires between her legs at her daughter's antics. Made even more difficult by how the ripples of the Exalt and her daughter's union affected her. Both were tied strongly to her by her blood, blood that was now boiling in response to their antics.
'Perhaps, I should've tested the Exalt more personally when he arrived,' Naga couldn't help but muse. A blush came onto her cheeks as she watched the large man lift her daughter. He robbed her of support, keeping her legs open and spread while she leaned back against him, slamming up into her divine twat with his exalted blade again and again. Tiki moaning loudly in delight at his actions as she allowed herself to be used like a common whore for the exalt's needs.
Naga bit her lip to suppress a curse at her daughter for the show she was giving, as though taunting her.
And even her mother held limits. Unable to stop herself from slipping a finger into her holy sanctum, adding another and another before they began to move in tandem with the cock that defiled her child. Until eventually, mother and daughter reached their peaks in tandem.
This was ridiculous.
There was no other way for Naga to describe her current actions. Willing her usual astral form into one of flesh and blood was only possible in her current location, using that power so that she may sit atop of the throne for her temple inside Mt. Prism. And it was there she was no doubt committing something that most of her followers would believe to be sacrilegious.
Shameless masturbation.
Naga bit her lip as she withered and squirmed atop of the seat, legs spread apart and the fabric to her dress hiked up so that she may drive her thin, long fingers into her gushing folds. Her other hand tending to her breast, or more accurately mauling at her tit to increase her pleasure.
A pleasure she enhanced with the visuals in front of her.
There surrounding the front of her throne were a plethora of projections, picked apart from her memory, and the memories of others. Memories of passion between partners, memories that should've been kept between just those involved.
And not from those who witnessed it off to the side.
This was wrong, there was no other way for Naga to defend her actions. But she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't stop her plunging fingers as they rubbed against her divine insides, insides that hadn't been properly tended to in so, so long.
Her dazed eyes glanced from projection to projection. Some projections showcased the union of those who carried her blessed blood in Judugal, both from marriage, and those who held a bond even closer than that in blood. Other projections featured the rulers of the continent she called home. Such as the Hero-King who united the continent when it was once called Archanea, and many other women who were more than eager to serve under his rule. Be it soldiers, commoners, princesses, and queens, all while two women who shared almost identical faces stood by his sides.
Similar events occurred in the millennia after with his descendant in the first Exalt when the continent morphed into that of Ylisse. Even across the sea to the continent in the west was it repeated, both in the First King of Valentia who ruled in the same era as the Hero-King, and the Conqueror who attempted to unite the land just a few years ago.
But those were not the source of her current focus. Her gaze settled onto the projection of a lad who thrusted between the shared loins of two women, one of pink-hair, another a brunette, and both a clear mess as they called the goddess' name in praise from the lad's thrusts. But this was not just a memory, no, for it was occurring at this very moment up in the cold land that was further north and towards the west of her current location.
It was this lad that was capturing her attention the most recently, ever since she first learned of his exploits a few months ago.
He by himself did not hold a special connection to her, not in blood at least. In fact, one could say that his blood would make a connection rather difficult, considering its fell heritage in relation to his mother. But it was his union to one much closer to her, her daughter, under the Mila Tree itself that caught her attention.
Her daughter had matured from the rebellious girl she was a millennium ago, so Naga was curious as to the lad who had caught her fancy enough to lay with. Knowing that he was a part of the same group that had helped destroy Grima almost two years ago. And it soon became apparent in the short time since she started watching him that this lad had caught more than her own daughter's interest, much more. All being a part of the same group of warriors that fought alongside the Exalt of Ylisse during many conflicts in the last few years. With more than a few of those women being the mothers of the children she had brought from the future.
The divine manakete bit down on her lip in frustration. She was tired of just her fingers, of her own touch after millennials in solitude. It could never compare to the projections she watched, to the passionate matting that brought others blissful relief while she had to tend to herself all alone.
She couldn't take it anymore.
And so taking a deep breath, she calmed herself enough so that she would be able to send a message to her daughter as she currently resided in Ylisse.
She had a mission for her
Author's Note: So yeah, this fic idea came from a comment by pokeCookie from the ao3 version of Morgan and the MILFs, which read, "Whenever I read this story I can picture Naga going "What? someone called? Ohh for Grimas sake another one! Why do they need to keep calling out to me? Are they bragging or at this point they're just getting a voyeuristic kick out of this?!"." It was honestly one of the funniest comments I've ever gotten on my story, and well, eventually it spiraled into this April fools fic idea, lol.
So yeah, congrats, pokeCookie, for giving me this inspiration, it was fun.