Tiki crossed her arms and rocked back and forth as she bit her lip. The Spar grounds- usually full of Shepherds and soldiers as they honed their skills, were virtually empty. Empty, save the Divine Voice and her unlikely new disciple.
"…So how long does this go for, exactly?" Brady grunted as he stood there, hands clasped and head down in reverence. His interruption made the Voice wither and huff before she gently admonished him.
"Patience, boy - Naga's message comes to all who walk with her. Especially those that have carried so much burden," she explained as she offered him a pitying smile. One that would've set him off
"Well, that's comfortin'," he admitted with a sigh. The thuggish priest shook his head and held his hands together. "Alright - I'll let you know when your ma' comes callin', then," he told the Manakete before he returned to his prayers in silence.
Tiki offered him a smile as she leaned back against a training dummy. Her fingers pushed into her arms while she bit her lip and watched him intently. Her ears twitched as she listened to every minute tell of his -the short grunts of breath, the shift of skin under his clothes, and even the light crunch from his boots on the dirt ground. She heard it all…and it drove her mad.
Naga's daughter bit her lip as she tried to hold herself together. Centuries of slumber hadn't passed by so easily, not for her at least. Even locked in the throes of her dreams, the Voice had suffered silently away from the rest of the world. A hunger - basic in nature and primal in intent - that all humans whose forms she and the other Manakete's had adopted did suffer. And yet not a single mortal, who lived and breathed their last between the blink of her eyes, could ever hope to comprehend the scope of her hunger. Her desire.
Her need.
She moved, and already she regretted it. While Brady remained upright with his hands clasped to speak to her mother, the shameful daughter was already before him. She balled her hands into fists and looked around the empty, large and open sparing area before her decision, and fate was sealed. She shifted down to her knees and reached into his robes.
"Whu-What the hell?!" Brady suddenly gasped and recoiled. His retreat was impeded as Tiki's hand reached around and pressed against his butt.
"Do not move!" she hissed with an echo that made his skin crawl. He looked down at the holy Voice - on her knees with her hand very obviously near his groin. The sight of such a shapely and seductive woman in such an obvious pose of submission couldn't keep his desires in check anymore. Something that she noticed and took heed upon. "Look - how your body reacts the more you seek to reach to mo…t-to Naga," she explained.
"This is…part of the holy communion - it mustn't be interrupted," Tiki insisted while her hand reached forward into his robes and secured her prize, right beyond his pants. "T-Trust me, Brady - I will tend to your physical form as you reach to the Divine Dragon." she offered herself wholly.
To most, that would be more than sufficient regardless of any logic or reason. To most, including quite a few of his comrades from the bleak future, that alone could entice them to act with her, if only in their own perceived best interests. But Brady, rough and roguish though he was, simply didn't fit that mold.
"Lady, I wasn't born yesterday…I think," he grunted through her deft fingers and squirmed in her grasp. His eye shifted aside as uncertainty filled his mind. "Didn't see ma pregnant earlier, at least," he mumbled to himself.
"Do not question the divine wisdom of the Voice, mortal," Tiki huffed as she shifted on her knees closer to him. The stench that wafted from his robes already made her nostrils flare while she struggled to stay coherent and lucid. She released his butt and instead grabbed his hip, right over where the belt of his robes was lopped around as her other hand peeled and shifted his leggings beneath.
"Keep your hands together and concentrate - I will wipe away these crass desires that weigh you down," she confided in him as his scepter finally poked out before her eyes.
And quite a majestic rod it was.
Tiki's eyes went cross and wide while her gaze darted from the murky confines of his robes and up along the towering, throbbing presence that loomed over her. The shadow of his shaft crested over her face, like an obelisk that could put even the Mila Tree to shame. "N-Naga preserve, it's so...so…," she trailed off.
Brady didn't take well to her reactions and grumbled out, "Look, I get that it's grotesque but ya don't hafta sta-aack!"
"Return to your prayers, mortal- I will handle this issue for you," Tiki smoothly explained with as much ease as she pumped his girth. Less ease in how much of it covered her palm, but hardly enough to make her fret or question herself. She merely added her other hand to his dick as well, if only to cover the space of just over half of it while she looked up in reverent awe. 'There is not a thing grotesque about tis at all. Truly,'
Naga's daughter acted quickly and without further warning as she leaned forward and kissed the base of his shaft. Her fingers slid up to hold the tip aloft and give her mouth better coverage beneath while she gave him the same reverence he attempted to deliver to the heavens. Maribelle's future son shifted and bristled, and even grunted and groaned. But he wisely heeded her counsel and kept his thoughts unspoken from there.
Tiki's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she kissed and licked over as much of his cock as she could manage. Thanks to her elongated, Manakete tongue, she could reach all the way to the top without having to bend him down or shift her head too far around. Her knee-high boots remained against the gravel as she shifted her body closer and closer into his robes.
"Mwah. Mmmwah. Mwah Mwah."
Loud, sloppy kisses echoed through Brady's ears as he kept his eyes closed. He cried out in silence to Naga, mostly in confusion and some barely repressed elation of this turn of events. That and heaps and heaps of prostrations and pleas for forgiveness as the Divine Dragon's daughter tended to his body while he tried to reach for the mother.
Tiki paid no heed of his state as her hands reached down and brought his shaft against her forehead. She shivered at the hot caress that ran from her brow over her nose and left her watery lips so close to his sac. One quick flick of her tongue between his jewels started the long odyssey as her tongue, and lips, danced along his vein-riddled girth until she could clear over his tip. With one last swirl around his glans, the Voice - holy daughter of Naga herself - popped her lips over his cock and sucked.
"H-Hrrrk!"
The priest buckled forward and rubbed against her face. Tiki simply nudged him back onto his feet and kept her hands on his hips for support. Her tight, wet mouth sealed around his shaft before she pushed her face down his girth. Further and further she glided until he reached the back of her mouth and tipped towards the entrance down her gullet. The Manakete didn't even pause long enough to tuck the hair out of her face before she breathed a deep, misty coo and pushed him into her throat.
"H-Holy fu-uuck!"
'The hell is…how is this…w-what do I even-?!'
"Glrrrk. Glrp glrp glrp."
Tiki left him to his maelstrom of emotions while her throat stretched and welcomed his shaft without issue. She slowly shifted her hands up around his legs and towards his groin before she could cup and caress her coveted prize. First one, then the other of his cherished family jewels rested in her smooth palms while her lips devoured more and more of his dick with each passing, sloppy second.
"Can't…g-guh-gonna-!"
The Manakete's ear twitched as she heard his labored breath spiked but still pushed down and down. Only once her lips had descended into his robes and kissed his crotch would she end her push forward. Her nostrils flared as the overwhelming musk of human desire choked her. Eyes that swam with millennia of wisdom rolled back while her tongue bashed and battered at the dick just passed the stretched-out barrier of her lips. Against this obstruction she did what came most naturally and instinctively - she moaned.
And he saw stars.
"HRK!"
Brady stumbled forward, hand clasp abandoned as he instead grabbed Tiki's head. His thumbs pressed on her ears while she gargled and mewled around his dick. His physical limits were swiftly exceeded before his eyes rolled back and his soul was sucked from his body.
The sparing grounds were gone, as was the earth around him. Not existed but an endless realm of white, of which he fell for eternity. Above him, In the cloudless void, he saw something - a mass of light beneath a shimmering haze of unearthly green, with an impassive, serene face in the center. Just before he was swept away in his climax, he saw how the face shifted.
The lips curled up.
