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under-cotton-and-calicos · 1 year

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Golden

Male Naga x AFAB Reader

AN: This started out as a horny concept but it turned out a little angsty. I feel like with this setup and oneshot, I haven’t done Isil justice ;-; Also, can you tell that new Hozier EP is influencing my brain chemicals.

Tags: light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, descriptions of injury, established relationship, relationship problems, blindfolded sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, non-human genitalia, fluff

Word count: 3.1k

For the past few weeks, your lover has been exceptionally- no, overly cautious around you.

Isil wears a thick, opaque strip of black fabric around his head to cover his eyes. Although it obscures his vision, he’s able to move without much impediment thanks to the rest of his keen senses. He has made it a point to wear it whenever you’re around, just in case.

It just so happened that one day, you’d found him napping close to the river rocks beside his home. It was a beautiful sight- his emerald green scales iridescent under the sun, his body stretched comfortably in a pool of light with an arm thrown under his head. More than that, it was the first time you had seen his eyes, closed of course, but you could make out their shape. Wrinkles you had never seen before in their corners, and his lashes, thick and dark against his cheeks.

You should have turned around before calling him. Instead, you had continued walking towards his napping spot, breaking a twig underfoot with a loud snap, waking the naga who instinctively jolted up and set his gaze dead on you.

What stood out the most to you in that moment was the colour of his eyes. Isil had told you that they were yellow before, but he failed to convey to you their depth and richness. Gold was what they were, not yellow, you remember thinking dimly before your limbs seized painfully and a foreign emotion that you had never envisioned yourself feeling in his presence overtook you. As you toppled to the ground you realised it was terror.

You remember hearing a heart wrenching cry. Then Isil by your side, hand over your eyes to block the sunlight from getting into them. He carried your stiff body into his home and administered an antidote to you, weeping and begging while your limbs gradually regained mobility.

Thankfully, no long term damage was done. You were walking and talking as usual by the evening, but Isil was affected deeply. You couldn’t blame him. If your roles were reversed you, too, would feel awful even though it was not Isil’s fault, a point you had reminded him of over and over again. The two of you had talked extensively in the wake of the incident- him asking you if you ever felt unwell, if you feared him, if you hated him. You, reassuring him, promising him that yes, you’re perfectly fine, and no, you would never be.

Afterwards, you expected things to carry on as they did. You love him with all of your heart after all, as you know he does for you, so those sort of things would bear little weight in your relationship. But Isil has been on eggshells around you ever since. He’s just as doting and affectionate as he always is, but now he handles you like you’re porcelain. Simple things like cleaning or going outside for a walk, he shoos you away from the task and fusses about you. Even lovemaking, once vigorous and passionate, became a painfully slow and hesitant thing.

You were sure that these things would fade away with time as he grew desensitised to caution. But you soon noticed that Isil began to carry himself differently around you. He would be rigid when you faced him, a hand subconsciously covering his face even with his blindfold on. On occasion, he would have a wretched expression on his face, no doubt recalling the events from that day. Despite it all, he would put on a happy facade, his usual gentle smile and soft words. This, you could not take.

One day, you approach him outside of his home. It’s close to night and he’s sitting on his pile of coils, whittling away at a piece of wood, the flickering light of the bonfire casting shadows over his handsome face. He’s wearing his blindfold, using his touch to feel the thickness and shape of his work. It sends a pang of hurt through your chest. Now he doesn’t even dare to take it off.

“Love.” He says softly, long since heard your footsteps on the pebbles.

“Hello, Isil.” Your curt greeting doesn’t escape his notice and he quickly sets aside the wood and his carving knife.

“What is it? Come and sit here, love.” He motions towards his coils, but you take a seat on the log facing him instead. The frustration in you dissipates a little when you see the smile fall from his face. You need to remember that this has been hard on him.

“Could we have a chat?” You say as gently as possible.

“Of course.” There’s an edge of uncertainty in his voice, yet he sits up and gives you his full attention. After a bout of silence, struggling to think of how to begin this conversation even though you’d run it through your mind countless times, you finally land on something.

“Lately, you’ve been acting strangely around me. And I have to ask if it’s because of what happened.”

With his blindfold, it could be hard to read him. But there are always subtle visual cues that you’ve picked up in your time together. The small pinch of his brows when he’s disturbed, the quirk in his lips when he’s happy. Though you have never needed them much, because Isil is honest. Isil is genuine and wears his heart on his sleeve. He is soft-hearted, perhaps too much, which is why the two of you have become caught up in this predicament.

“It’s nothing, I assure you.”

“Is it really? Isil?” You’re sad because you know it’s not the truth. “I can see it. In your mannerisms, the way you treat me, and I’m worried about you. Have you been wearing your blindfold all day?”

He doesn’t need to answer. The way he flinches tells you all you need to know.

“This…it’s not healthy, Isil. So tell me, please, is it because you’ve been carrying something from that day? If so, we can talk-”

“No! No, it’s not.”

“Then? What is it?”

You bite back the urge to say what’s on your mind, to label what he’s feeling. A tense few seconds amplify the silence between the two of you. You can tell that he’s distraught, the end of his tail is weaving through the air. Slowly, you get up and ease yourself onto him. For the first time in a long while, he holds you firmly within his arms, as if your weight anchors him to the moment. If anything, it’s a comfort for the both of you. You wait patiently.

“I feel guilty.” His voice is meek, barely a murmur. “There’s nothing that I can do to remedy what I did. I hurt you.”

A part of you had expected this. He had always prided himself on never turning his power onto humans, and put deliberate effort into concealing his eyes, living far away from cities or even small towns. So to hurt one, his beloved no less, must have been especially egregious.

“I understand that you feel so, Isil. But must you torment yourself, deny yourself your vision? You know I wouldn't want that."

He’s silent, but there’s the seed of understanding within him. You cup his cheek in your hand and find that it's damp. Oh, it pains you to see him this way, but at least you’ve managed to have him talking.

“Let’s move inside.” You wipe the tears from his face and take his hand, moving together past the threshold. After taking off your shoes you climb into his nest, voluminous piles of pillows and blankets to keep him warm through the night. He slithers wordlessly in and you pull him close.

“I wish that my eyes weren’t the way that they are.” His face is tucked against your chest but you can hear the pout in his voice, like a petulant child.

“Come now, that’s unreasonable.”

You can feel that he’s become relaxed, his muscles are loose, the tension in his body dissolved. It must have sapped a lot of his energy, and brought him relief.

“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

“ I should be the one-” He sighs against your neck. “I think…I need to do something. But what would be enough?”

You bring his face up to meet yours, kissing him long and deep. He starts slow and melts into it, pressing into you with greater fervour, a hand tracing your jaw, fingers feeling the flutter of your heartbeat in your neck. As you stroke his hair an idea comes to you. Something that could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

He tilts his head, puzzled, when you pull away from him and dig through a ball of cloth beside his nest. Long strips of inky dark fabric. Sitting before him, you wind the strip several times over your eyes and secure it with a double knot behind your head. Then you blindly feel around for his arm to guide his hand to you, his fingers tracing the cotton over your eyes.

“What…”

“You know how well these things cover your eyes,” indeed, you can’t make out anything behind them, “so take off your blindfold.”

Even though he doesn’t give you a reply right away, you can tell that Isil is resistant to the idea. A thousand churning anxieties no doubt plague his mind.

“I have faith in you, Isil."

He reaches to the back of your head and determines that the doubleknot is secure enough. You can hear the sound of fabric being untied, like sand running through fingers, soft and sibilant. It's dim in his nest so his eyes don't need to adjust much.

It's not the first time that both of you have done something like this, though it had been a long time ago, when you simply closed your eyes and allowed him to take a look at your face. You wonder what he looks like, so you map your hands up from his sides to his face. His eyelids are a little puffy from crying, nose angular, lips plush. You laugh, amazed by how you can envision him even without sight.

"I'm going to open them." You thought he already had. You drop your hands onto your lap.

And you can feel it. The weight of his gaze on you. It’s like a tingling beneath the surface of your skin and a shiver passes through you. You try to piece together what his expression would be in your mind, with his golden eyes taking you in. The silence makes you a little self-conscious and you shuffle around a bit.

“A goddess has made her way into my nest.” There’s a lilt of earnest humour in his voice which makes you smile and blush. He pushes away hair covering your face, tracing your cheeks with his fingers. “We must do this more often.”

“And if you want to…” you unbutton your shirt, exposing yourself to him, “you can do this, and it’ll be enough.”

Again, he’s quiet. Is this what he feels like all the time? Not knowing his expression is torturous, even more so because you don’t have the strong senses of a naga.

“Isil? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”

“No, no I want to.” He sounds embarrassed, a little breathy, like how he usually does when he’s excited. Isil helps you to undress. He’s taking his time, no doubt drinking in the sight of you bare. His breath tickles your neck, the feeling of his lips on your skin and the skillful nip of his teeth is sharp. Your lack of sight allows you to concentrate on the intense physical stimulation, anticipating where he’s going and what he’s going to do next through his trailing kisses. But it is never overwhelming, as he is deliberate and patient with every part of your body, worshipping them thoroughly before moving on to more delightful, untouched skin.

Like this you feel vulnerable and at his mercy, under the weight of his eyes pinning you to the bedding. You flinch when he licks a stripe between your chest.

“Sorry, sorry,” he rubs your sides, fingers squeezing soft flesh, “was that too sudden?”

“N-No..keep going please.”

He obliges, cupping your breast and using his forked tongue to tease your nipple, pebbling quickly under his touch. You’re unable to hold back your moans, the pleasure so much more concentrated and unexpected. While you would usually love for Isil to spend hours teasing you, there’s an unbearable urgency and excitement brewing in your chest, so you guide him down to your pussy, already slick for him. He peppers kisses and bites along your inner thighs and the throbbing between your legs urges you to groan at him.

“Come on, Isil, hurry.”

“I got caught up in you.” His tone is joyful, he's elated to see you like this for the first time. “But I won’t keep you waiting, love. Your word is law.”

He works you with his deft fingers, curling his tongue around your clit. You nudge him forward, hooking your heel around his neck which he loves. A delighted moan slips from his mouth and he presses his mouth flush against your crotch. All the while, you can feel his eyes transfixed on you, watching you shiver and twitch until you come undone. Isil gives you just a moment of reprieve before he continues, fingers curling inside of you while he sucks on your bundle of nerves.

“Isil!” You gasp, hand flying down to grab his silky hair, but the motion only seems to fuel him more than deter him.

“Mm, pull harder.”

You grab a fistful of hair at the nape of his neck, and you can feel a shiver roll through his body. He devours you, like a starving man with a feast laid out before him for the first time, finally taking in the full pleasures of sex. He could feel your soft body underneath his, hear your moans and watch the way you move, the indescribable allure of your bare skin and curves and expressions that touch could not convey.

“Fuck…” You’re surprised to hear him curse, the word on his tongue sounds hungry, feral.

Your second climax has you seeing stars behind the dark canvas of the blindfold, body curling in on itself and thighs squeezing around his head. Isil adores having his face shoved between your legs, your desire for him and how good he makes you feel articulated through the bind of your limbs. He’s giddy with exhilaration, taking his eyes off of you for just one moment to savour the softness of your thighs. When you part your legs, he pulls away from you to lick your slick from his chin, clouded mind urging him to eat you out again. His cocks are already free from their sheath, hard and leaking precum. He’s had to resist the urge to touch himself, otherwise he would be spent before getting the chance to be inside you.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asks you, reaching over to give you a kiss. You’re a little dazed, having two intense orgasms in a row leaving you quite speechless. For a while, you focus on the taste of musk on his lips.

“Very good,” you sigh, feeling around blindly until his hand grasps onto yours, “I want you inside of me now, please.”

Isil helps you to sit up, guiding you over his torso. Your hands follow where his skin melds into scales, finding his two cocks already erect and wet. You line up the lower, slightly bigger one to your hole, easing yourself onto his bulbous tip. As always, the stretch around him is divine, he fills you so well, like a craving fulfilled.

“Wait a second.” He hisses, the sight of your joining and the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock is almost too overwhelming, and he doesn't want to cum just yet. You wait until he calls your name, tender, and you lift yourself and thrust down onto him, the drag of his textured shaft against your walls makes your strained legs weak.

“I don’t think I can…” He grabs ahold of your forearms, snapping his hips up to stuff you full of him again. The motion tears a strangled gasp from your throat, he bottoms out inside of you, groaning as he slams you down on his cock and thrusts up sloppily to meet you. He can’t get enough you, a part of him wants nothing more than to hold you like this and use you, so hungry to feel you tight around him and to see you unravel, but he shouldn’t, he-

“More.” You groan, hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for stability. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

Isil’s mind goes blank. Hearing your pretty voice like that is hardly fair, he thinks. Wordlessly, he obliges, holding your hips steady as he thrust into you. With the blindfold, you can feel every bump, every vein on his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you’re reduced to making pitiable whines. Even in this position, he manipulates your body with ease, and the thought sends another gush of slick down his cock. The steady work of his strong hips against yours builds your pleasure quickly, your core throbbing and squeezing around him more and more until you careen delightfully out of control. You cum with a cry, slumping over his chest.

Isil quickens his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm whilst intent on chasing his. He studies your face, the little frown between your brows, the shape your mouth makes when he grinds against the spot where you’re so sensitive. His long tongue snakes its way into your mouth, tangling with yours, breath and sweat mingling.

With a grunt he comes, spilling thick, hot seed inside of you before his second cock splatters cum on both of your bellies. Isil’s hips tremble, the heady rush of liquid over his cock milking a few more spurts of cum until he’s spent, panting and boneless underneath you. You groan when he pulls out, seed and slick making a mess of the sheets. Tomorrow, he’d have to clean them up.

For a long while, he holds you against his chest, the two of you taking in the warmth and fuzziness of the afterglow.

“Thank you.” He breathes, rubbing your lower back where he’s sure you’re sore. “Thank you for this, and for everything.”

“It’s no problem, love.” You sigh, sated and happy.

As the two of you drift off, your pleasant weight on his chest, you think that as much as Isil is harsh on himself, he’s always done his best.

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terato-is-life · 8 months

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Finding a naga child was a bit surprising for you as you lived in the countryside.

But meeting their gorgeous as hell mother/father was beyond exciting

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ariellewm · 7 months

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Prince Czar Agskaga: Hypnosis Headcanon

Authors Note:

!! Warning !! If you are uncomfortable with Naga's, snakes, hypnosis, coiling, etc this may not be for you.

My Naga character is also consensual when it comes to using his ability. I figured I would try out showcasing what his hypnosis is like as I've never written anything like this out before.

Prince Czar Agskaga profile can be found HERE for a more descriptive idea of what he looks like.

Czar is the kind of Naga that does not overwhelm those he puts under his hypnotic gaze. He is consensual on the matter in helping others with sleeping, stress, anxiety, etc. He isn't like the other Naga's/Nagi's that possess the person as Czar is uncomfortable doing such a thing.

He likes to get to know the female sapien (human) he finds he fancies. Czar will bring them his special Amber Lily tea, serve them like the gentleman (or gentle serpent) he is.

He'll give you nicknames, ones that will keep you blushing. Dear, darling, sweet thing, angel, precious, vixen, princess (even if they aren't one), etc. Czar amuses himself by your cute expressions as he teases you by those names.

He understands there are some that are uneasy about their kind. He'll try his best to make them comfortable around him.

And he can definitely tell when someone is in distress or exhausted. Dark circles under their eyes, unbalanced stance, the dizziness. He'll call you out (not in a rude way of course).

"My dear, you look ssso tired. Have you been getting enough sssleep?"

That deep, sultry voice of his along with his charms can easily get to you. The topic in helping you bring solace to your troubles with the power of a Naga's hypnosis comes up. He'll ask, consensually, if you're willing to try it to help you relax and give you the rest you need.

If you aren't afraid of his black and red, golden saddle pattern coils, he will definitely use them. Naga's have heavy coils, therefore, he tries to limit how much of his body to put on you.

He'll start from the bottom. Sliding over your legs, gently coiling around the calves, thighs, hips and waist. Your arms are free, but he'll ask if you want to be completely coiled. If so, the arms are tucked in, his tail gliding over your chest and shoulders. The end of his tail will either rest loosely around the neck or perhaps pet/brush your hair back.

The coolness of his scales relaxes the body, tingling your stiff muscles. He doesn't like coiling too tightly. Just lightly squeezing and releasing, enabling you to still breathe properly.

Sometimes the Naga Prince will massage their shoulders, neck, and especially the temples. It's the easiest way to get anyone to deeply relax. He'll chuckle at your dazed expression as he massages your temples and cheeks.

His eyes will slowly become aglow as he continues to coil you. You look deeply into his lovely crimson, ruby like eyes. You see fire. A gentle roaring fire dances before you...

"That'sss it...look deeper into the fire. Relaxxx, let your mind become blank." He purrs, brushing a strain of your hair behind your ear.

Shyly you attempt to turn away to only have him bring your attention back to his gaze. "My dear, don't look away from me now *chuckles with a hiss*."

Czar will continue to massage that stiff shoulder of yours, rub your temples in pleasant soothing circles. He'll softly squeeze you, bringing his hands (or the tip of his tail) to lift that sweet chin of yours, preventing you from looking away.

He'll tease you with words, hissing into your ears. "Awww, how adorable. Wasss that a yawn just now? *Chuckle* Sssuch lovely eyesss you have."

Your mind will start to become blank. Your body is more relaxed than it's ever been. You can't look away from the dancing glowing fire before you. A satisfying sigh escapes as you melt into his comforting coils of his.

He won't leave you alone once you're completely under the hypnosis. Oh no he absolutely would hate that. Leaving such a beautiful angel in the coils of a Naga dazed and alone...no that won't do.

Czar will tell you stories, stories of old and myth. He has much knowledge about Zarth and his ancestors he'll gladly tell. Perhaps Czar will continue with his studies about The Crystals of Peace or read a book. Looking over the Naga will check on you, squeeze you in a tender manner while you remain hypnotized and comfortable.

At random times Czar will ask his relaxed angel a favor. Maybe he'll make you grab a book he's been seeking from the grand library, bring him sweets (he did this quite a bit as a teen back at the Amber Palace), or bring forth a person of interest.

If he is helping someone fall asleep, his hypnosis will go even deeper.

His glowing eyes dance even more. Czar will soothe you, shush you if you try to speak. "No more talk, darling. Only ressst." His cool tail brushes over your dazed face. Teasing words from that deep voice of his. Sometimes he'll even hum you a song, bringing you ever so deeper into slumber.

"Ssso soft and warm under my coilsss. *Chuckles* Oh? *Hiss* Do I see a blusssh forming? Perhapsss I ssshould kisssss it better, my dear?"

Czar will kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your brow (never on the lips) to bring you deeper and deeper.

Your eyes will begin to have a very hard time staying open. His rubbing on those temples of yours, that deep echoey tone in his voice that seemed to surround you.

"Sssleep, my dear. You dessserve thisss ressst. Sssleep, and dream. Sssleep, and ressst. I ssshall wake you in a while."

Your fluttering eyes shut at the sound of his gentle words. Deep sleep taking over you. Sleeping in tranquility and comfort of the Naga Prince.

And again he won't leave you alone as you slumber. Most likely Czar will take a nap next to you as well or perhaps continue reading his books.

You'll either find yourself back in your quarters or loosely coiled by the Naga Prince. Refreshed, you feel like you can take on the day with the amount of good sleep you've gotten from His Illustrious Eminence.

Czar asks if you've gotten enough sleep or how you are feeling. Czar, being the teasing snake he is, will stop you from leaving...coiling your ankle before letting you go. Or perhaps you'd like to go through the process all over again, which he wouldn't mind (if he didn't have royal duties to perform or study).

Artwork of Czar Agskaga done by @wyyvernn

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summerinthecloudsx · 2 years

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Had this posted on my quotev for a while so I figured I’d start moving some of my monster characters x reader inserts over here.💖

The Gray; Aziel (half Naga) x Female reader

Trigger Warning: Angst/Comfort/Smut. This chapter contains brief mentions of insomnia and insecurity. Proceed with caution if this could be triggering to you. It is still comfort though!

Contains smut! 18+. Minors do not interact. All characters in this are over 21. Lots of praise, kinda hard Dom at times?, spitting kink, multiple orgasms, oral (female receiving)

Time moves slowly for you. Three hours of sleep feels like ten, and you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes again despite the charcoal sky staring at you from just outside your window. Sighing, you glide your palm across the creamy cotton sheets of your shared bed and frown at the empty space next to you. You’ve grown so accustomed to Aziel’s new work schedule — which allows him to be at home at night and early mornings now — that you can’t seem to relax without him.

Giving up on the idea of sleep, you roll to your side to check the time on the phone. 2:37 A.M. You’ve only been asleep for three hours, and Aziel won’t be home for another two hours at least seeing as he’s covering a shift for one of his sick workers. You can’t bring yourself to bother him, knowing he gets concerned when you don’t sleep enough. He even supported you in transitioning to a job that allows you to work from home, hoping it would give you more time to have a routine sleep schedule. Not that it worked, of course. At best, it just allows you to take breaks when you become too tired to stare at your computer screen. You’re thankful you don’t have to work today, at least.

The apartment is silent as you stroll lazily from the bedroom to the kitchen. Vines hang from the potted plants at the entrance to your destination, an addition of Aziel’s suggestion that took a while to get used to. It isn’t that you dislike the cottagecore vibe of your boyfriend’s place. Various herbs hang in containers from the ceiling, flowers are situated at every corner, and vines greet you at each doorway. It’s beautiful, really, but it’s so foreign to you. Amidst all of the effortless, natural beauty, you feel out of place somehow.

Sighing, you drag your fingertips across the freshly cleaned marble counters. They slide easily across the surface until they tap against a ceramic mug. Aziel must have known you wouldn’t be able to sleep, seeing as how he left out materials to make your favorite tea. You smile at the subtle display of affection, taking advantage of the convenience and brewing a small cup. You just barely get yourself settled into the couch, tapping at the remote to select one of your comfort shows, before the door of your apartment clicks open.

Those golden rimmed glasses are just a touch out of place, hanging a bit too far down his nose. His hair, usually slicked back, is disheveled as if he’s been raking his fingers through it all night. His white dress shirt situated beneath his jacket has a small coffee tinted stain on it, and yet, he’s the picture of ethereal. He’s regal without trying just like everything else in his life aside from you, though you feel a tinge of bitterness at your one sided belief.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Aziel asks with a sad, knowing smile as he drapes his jacket across the arm of the couch. Your downturned expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and his own snake-like eyes narrow worryingly. You’re not even looking at him anymore, gaze focused on your own legs tucked beneath your body. “Love?”

“Sorry,” you reply suddenly, snapping your head up to meet his stare. “I just…” Your voice trails off as the words fail to appear. You’re not sure what to say or what you should say. Why are you with me? Am I really good enough for you? You’ve asked him those questions enough. He’s probably grown tired of your insecurities, of trying to reassure you when your mind runs away with the thought of everything you lack compared to him, or at least what you perceive to lack.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks softly. The couch dips when he lowers himself next to you. The scent of the coffee shop has latched onto him, and while he claims he hates it sometimes, you can’t seem to stop inhaling the sweet aroma. “Do you wanna try to sleep some more?” He asks when he realizes you’re not going to answer his first question.

You shake your head, allowing yourself to fall against his side. He’s warm. He’s always been warm despite his reptilian side. Part of you feels guilty when you think about your own insecurities compared to his. You recall the way he insisted he would eat in the back room of his own coffee shop the first time you met. You remember the nervous, fearful gleam of his vertically slanted eyes when his sister introduced the two of you. And when he opened up to you about how much he had been bullied in his youth and even adulthood, you remember the way his strong voice faltered just slightly. So really, who were you to feel depressed compared to him?

“Hey.” Aziel brushes his fingertips over your cheek, flattening his palm against the flesh and maneuvering your face so he can see you. “Where is your mind wandering off to, love? Did I do something to upset you?”

It’s the final breaking point; his sympathy and determination to help you takes over. The way he believes it’s his responsibility to carry your burdens only increases your guilt, though you know he only does it because you do the same for him. An equally supportive relationship should be something to treasure, but you’re too wrapped up in the idea that you’re not pulling your own weight.

“You’re crying,” he whispers with a frown, thumb rubbing beneath your eye to wipe away the liquid. “Please talk to me.”

“I’m tired,” you finally manage to speak hoarsely. “I just don’t understand why you’re putting up with me, I guess. Aren't you tired of me, too?”

Aziel’s eyes widen briefly before his brows lower in a sympathetic gaze. “Put up with you?” He softly whispers your statement, the hurt evident in his tone. “Tired of you? I adore you. Whatever your mind is telling you right now is not true.”

You know he’s right. Deep down, you know your mind is making false scenarios, accusing the gentle man of having negative emotions he would never even dream of possessing. Still, it doesn’t make it any easier to snap yourself out of this slump, especially when you’re functioning with barely any sleep.

“I know,” you sigh, pressing your face deeper into his palm. “I’m sorry. I know. I’m just being insecure and silly. I just…”

“It’s not silly,” Aziel defends without being prompted. “Everyone needs a little extra assurance sometimes, and I’m more than happy to give that to you.” The pads of his fingertips are feather-light against your skin as he gazes down at you, palm sliding across your cheek until it rests on your jawline. Every few seconds, his thumb brushes at the corner of your lip as if he’s asking for permission to kiss you. As if he needs to do something so respectful. He treats you like a secret treasure he’s just discovered, hesitant to take it because of his own morality.

You know that’s how he thinks. You understand he doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation, and his touch has only pure intentions. He’s never forced himself on you, never approached you in a sexual manner unless he had some type of hint from you first. But something about the way his thumb pauses at your lip, discreetly tugging at the flesh, sends electricity through your body.

You can tell he’s trying to decipher your body language, contemplate if it’s truly okay to lean in and steal a kiss. You’re just as conflicted, feeling guilty for wanting him to prove how much he cares for you. He already does it so much, through the little things he does for you like bringing you tea or special sweets just because he knows you like them. You’re appreciative of it, truly, but you want something different, something you’re afraid to ask for. It’s carnal, lustful. It makes your skin burn just thinking about how special you feel when he touches you. No matter how it sounds, his love and affection — a special brand of sensual comfort only he can provide — is what you need the most right now, but you’re so nervous to request it.

“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, swallowing thickly. “And I don’t just mean some superficial beauty. Inside and out, you’re just…breathtaking.” He’s nervous too, the softness and wavering of his voice a subtle sign he gives when he’s unsure of himself. It’s not that he doubts his statement. By all accounts, you can tell he honestly believes you’re the most ‘gorgeous’ person he’s interacted with. There’s something else, though. There’s something strangely sensual about the way his unique eyes keep switching from your lips to your neck, and then settle again on your eyes. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, though he ultimately presses his lips together in silence.

“What?” You urge breathlessly. It’s funny, the way you’re already gasping when nothing has even happened yet. Maybe it’s the anticipation of his next move. Maybe it’s your imagination running wild with thoughts of his hands roaming across your body. You just want to be utterly, undeniably drunk on him, on his touch, on his voice. You need him, and the feeling crashes into you so suddenly it’s dizzying.

His lips spread into a shy smile before they part in an airy laugh. He dips his head forward to hide his nervous laugh, and when he lifts it up again, he tilts his head slightly to the back and side. His teeth tug at his lip just enough for you to see the snakelike fangs propped against plump flesh. “I just really want to kiss you right now,” he breathes out softly.

It’s your weakness. That soft, airy laugh and his sharp jawline on full display are the final breaking points. He knows it, knows how much you love seeing his teeth for the simple reminder of the way they feel when they pierce your skin. And you can’t bring yourself to say no even in a teasing manner. “Then do it.”

And oh he does. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his until you can smell the floral tea and honey on his breath. You know he means to test your patience, but you ran out of such a feeling so long ago that you close the rest of the distance. It’s embarrassing how eagerly you kiss him, swinging your leg over his in a straddling position and instantly clenching the fabric of his button up shirt in your fists. You need him all at once, and you truly think you might fall apart if you don’t get him soon.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” he whispers with another airy laugh, tickling your lips as he breaks away only an inch. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Just let me take care of you for now.”

Right. Because he works slowly, urging you to treasure every touch. And despite how much you need him already, you submit to his request.

Aziel smiles at the way you relax in his hold, sliding his fingertips across your forearms and pulling them around his neck. He gives no warning before he stands with you cradled safely in his arms. Your destination is no mystery as he takes slow, steady steps away from the living room, and when you enter the bedroom, he places you on the bed with the same amount of tenderness as before.

“Is this okay?” He asks, hovering over your body and nudging your nose lightly with his. A few strands of his hair have fallen forward, escaped from their usual slicked back form. The soft, black pieces tickle your forehead enough to elicit a tiny giggle, the sound bouncing happily in the confines of Aziel’s mind. And oh, what he wouldn’t give to listen to it forever. The things he would do or say to keep that smile in place because you deserve to be so happy, so incredibly cared for. “What is it?” He whispers, a sudden spark of anxiousness invading his body when you stare at him with a peculiar expression.

“It’s just…when you look at me like that, — like you’re simultaneously ready to ravish me and pamper me all at once — my brain shuts off.” You giggle again, shocked at your own cliche words. It’s true, though. The duality of his expression is dizzying, because you can see the fiery, carnal need to claim every part of you. You can’t miss the hungry gleam of his slanted pupils as they dart across your figure in an attempt to find the perfect teasing point, the breaking point that will leave you squirming and writhing beneath him. And yet, there’s also such a softness to him. You feel it in his hesitancy to begin until you offer clear consent. You see it in the way his wandering eyes always end up back on your face to read your comfort level. You taste in the way his kisses begin tender, slow and sensual until you actively beg him for something stronger.

Aziel doesn’t respond immediately, at least not verbally. He smiles down at you, the same soft expression you’ve grown to love during times like this. It’s only when he dips his head lower to your shoulder that you begin to tremble, anticipating his next move. His fingers brush against your heated skin as they lower the sleeve of your nightshirt, exposing you enough to press warm kisses over the area. His hair tickles your jawline as his lips travel upwards, leaving burning wet patches in their wake. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the area directly below your ear, which he kisses sloppily so you can feel his forked tongue teasing at your skin. “Why can’t I do both?” His hot breath whispers against your ear, making your thighs press together in search of friction. “Why can’t I make my girl cry because of how good she feels? You know I love it when that happens.”

A switch has flipped within him, and it urges you to arch your back submissively. You mumble his name pleadingly, praying it’s enough to give him the consent he needs. It isn’t. His palm lightly touches the side of your neck, thumb exerting light pressure that has you leaning your head back to expose yourself to him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he urges airily, still whispering in your ear. “Use your words.”

“God Aziel, just touch me already,” you whine pitifully. Your fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt, wishing you could just rip it apart. As it is, your hands are shaking too much to take apart more than a few buttons, though Aziel’s large hand gently pushes yours away, and in a matter of seconds, he’s stripped both of you down to your underwear.

His lips trail across your jawline, whispering incoherent praises before his tongue slides out to torture your neck. It’s a torturous process, sharp fangs pricking at your neck followed by his hot tongue soothing the marks you’re sure he’s made. You arch your body up once more, trying so desperately to find friction for the growing problem between your legs. Aziel merely slaps the side of your thigh, a small sting serving as a warning to remain still until he’s finished. You can only let out a defeated whimper when he turns his attention to your breasts. He pinches one hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling and twisting it agonizingly slowly. The other is suddenly assaulted by his mouth, quick bites and lashes of his tongue a stark contrast to the slow ministrations of his fingers. You can feel the wetness soaking through your panties as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together. Something, anything to soothe the throbbing ache.

Aziel pulls away from your breast with a soft pop, smirking at the abused flesh. Slanted eyes dart to your own in wordless reassurance before he pulls his body away from yours, exiting the bed and leaving you shivering. You can’t decide if it’s a curse or a blessing, now freely rubbing your thighs together to alleviate your throbbing clit but scowling at the distance he’s created. You wonder briefly if he means to toy with you, leave you needy and alone while he laughs, but you quickly remind yourself that he would never be that cruel even in the bedroom. And when he kneels at the foot of the bed as if it’s an altar, you bite your lip and gaze at him with a hungry, lustful expression.

He doesn’t give you another chance to search for friction as he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. The moment his eyes land on your soaked panties, Aziel smirks proudly. “Baby made a mess, huh?” He purrs, lips pressed against the soft flesh of your thigh. “Are you a little needy today? Want me to take care of you?”

You’re too far gone to be embarrassed, nodding your head and whining. Aziel lets out a pleased chuckle as his thumb rubs over your clothed slit, just barely enough to tease you. When you let out a desperate moan of his name, he takes pity on you and slides the ruined clothing down your legs. His mouth is on you before you even have the chance to beg, long forked tongue sliding from your pussy to your clit in a hungry attempt to collect all of your juices. The low moan he lets out vibrates against your throbbing bundle of nerves, but his torture doesn’t end there. Without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth and prods at your entrance with one of his fingers. Slowly, he slides a finger inside, moaning again at the feeling of how wet and eager you are for him. One more finger quickly joins the first as they slide in and out of you, slowly, torturously until he feels your hand tangling in his hair.

“Aziel,” you whimper, trying and failing to control the way your hips buck against his face. It’s so good, he’s too good. His fingers pump in and out of you harder now, curling until they hit that spot that has you begging for more. One final flick of his tongue against your clit, and he pulls his face away from you to replace his tongue with his thumb.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He whispers, thumb rubbing hard fast circles against you.

“I’m gonna…” You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence before he adds a third finger to the mix. With one more curl of his fingers, your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips buck dangerously hard against Aziel’s hand as he helps you ride the wave of pleasure, praising your sweet moans and finger fucking you until you’re pushing his hand away from the overstimulation.

“You’re always such a good girl, so needy and desperate for me,” Aziel groans in an animalistic tone as he shoves his boxers down. His cock, long and thick, slaps against his abdomen, leaving a wet smear thanks to the precum leaking out. “God you’re so fucking hot when you cum.” he mumbles, kneeling on the bed so that he hovers over you once more. “Wanna see it again.”

There’s no teasing or hesitation this time. He shoves his cock into your aching pussy so quickly, forcefully, it pushes you up the bed. With a dominant growl, he grabs your hips and yanks you back to him. His strong, hard thrusts rip moans from your lips, and he can’t stop the smirk that spreads across his face when you expose your neck to him.

Your eyes flutter back when Aziel’s large hand trails up your torso to wrap around your throat. He squeezes just enough to make black spots swarm in your vision, leaning forward so that your bodies press impossibly close to each other. With every thrust, his grip on your neck tightens briefly as he brushes against your clit, threatening to send you over the edge once more.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses when you unintentionally clench around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Your pussy is always so wet and tight for me. Feels so good.” His hand releases its hold on your neck, fingers gripping your chin as his thumb pulls at your lower lip. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You don’t even think before you stick your tongue out for him, too lost in the pleasure of his dick hitting that spot every single time he thrusts. When his saliva falls onto your tongue, you leave it there for a while before you let it slide into your mouth. You want all of him, all at once, and when his hand slides down to rub your abused clit, you clench around him once more.

“Gonna cum again?” He asks with a moan. “You gonna cum on my cock? I’m all yours baby. Cum with me, fuck! Please!” He’s getting close too if his rapid thrusts are any indication. He’s massaging your clit so quickly, wet, sinful noises swimming in the air and mingling with both of your moans. You can hear the way his hips snap into yours, the way your pussy squelches with every thrust. It’s so much, too much all of the sudden, and your second orgasm falls on you without warning. You see black and white dots dancing around you, your body suddenly too hot to be comfortable. It hurts, but god it hurts so good.

“Fuck!” Aziel groans as your walls tighten around him, thrusting two more times before he’s spilling every ounce of his seed into you. “Fuck,” he whispers again, body trembling as he tries to come down from the high of his climax. He gently lowers himself to your side, pulling you against his chest and rubbing your sweat soaked hair away from your face. The kisses he peppers against your forehead are tender, loving. They’re a reminder of his gentle side that precedes and follows his dominant one. “I love you,” he whispers sweetly. “Always, unconditionally. You understand that?”

“Yeah,” you whisper breathlessly, a hazy smile spreading across your face. “I love you too.” And though all of your insecurities haven’t vanished, you truly believe him, because only Aziel can travel into the gray and bring you back to the world of color.

#oc x you #monster boy #reader insert #halfnaga #Smut #angst to comfort #fluff and smut #original character x reader #Naga x reader #male naga #monster lover #monster fucker

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raktanag · 7 months

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"You should have thought about it before sssssssstepping in my territory. Now, come clossssssssssssser~"

(Beautiful artwork by GG8/@ask-nagakenny)

#resssst time (ooc)#hypno eyes tw #hypnosis tw #tw hypnosis #aren't i beautiful? (visage)#not my art #male naga #naga

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ticklish-touch · 1 year

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Haadi? Are you okay? I haven't had anything for a very, very Haven't heard from you for a long time. You clearly deserve more love. 🥺

Haadi: Aww, that's very thoughtful of you. Yes, I'm perfectly fine~! I still meet many curious explorers in my side of the rainforest. I also guard the temple that leads to my kingdom, but I visit my people far more frequently now that I've reconciled with my father. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Truthfully, part of the reason I haven't really done anything with him is because I've been planning on revamping his background. Right now it's... kind of convoluted? The idea is that, somewhere along his lineage, a prince of the Eastern kingdom (inspired by Southeast Asian culture, because Naga myths originate from Hinduism) traveled to the Northern kingdoms as part of a peace alliance. He ended up falling in love with the princess of the kingdom, and they had two children together. However, one child received the majority of genes that required him to be in warmer temperatures, and had to be brought back to the Eastern kingdom or he would either die or just, live his life suffering For the most part, I still want to keep him Nordic, or at least part-Nordic. But idk. But also, my focus has been more on 1.) Rags and my fanfic of him, 2.) my clown OCs. 😛)

#oc #characterasks #original character #asks #naga #male naga

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blurryfangirlansuke · 2 years

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Sooooo Daria did a stream today which was a Friendivasary one for her best friend Mina it's been five years that Daria and Mina became close and always stick together. And I had the chance to commission her on stream of a drawing of my version of Naga Duke and HOLY SHIT she did an absolute amazing job he looking fine as hell and his kind of thicc at the bottom if ya know what I mean. I was so happy that I burst into tears at the end if you ever want to commission Daria on livestream send a super chat and type in the request then send the amount of money you like to send with the request and she will draw the commission you want. Honestly it's loads of fun and I'm happy to be in the streams and I got called out a few times because my simpness for Duke but it's true he is husbando and it was funny since Daria knows me so well. I was quite busy and exhausted since I went out for pumpkin hunting but at the night I manage to draw a Ansuke of Naga Duke and my sona together. Now this became a new obsession to me I had to draw fast since I have to sleep for college classes RIP. So here's the black and white sketch I did of Naga Duke hypnotizing me with his sexyness~ The second art is the one Daria did for me xD

Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️^^

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cloudineart · 1 year

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My naga OC Jacob in a dance sexy pose :3

#promarkers #naga #male naga #MY OCs

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nerdyartist101 · 2 years

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Elemental characters: Poison ☠🐍

This snake is quite a charmer and he can make his victims grow quite fond of him and once trust is gained...he ends them with some intoxicating poison ☠

#snake illustration #poisonous #elements #elemental #toxic characters #illustrator #illustration #character design #characterdesigner #mystyle #digital illustration #my artwork #myartstyle #male naga #art series #male character

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ariellewm · 3 months

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Czar Agskaga - A Random Snippet Story

Warning: Slightly on a steamy side (nothing too crazy, it's on the light side), naga (half human, half snake beings)

The story I wrote was inspired by a question from @wyyvernn . She asked: If my original character played an instrument, what would it be?

I imagine him playing the dudek flute or any sort of flute. Remember the Narnia Lullaby that Mr. Tumnus plays? That's the exact song that came to mind that Czar would play. The dudek flute is also what was used for the recording of the song.

Enjoy the story down below!

**Play the Narnia Lullaby in the link above for added ambience to the story if you wish!**

It was a quiet evening within the Amber Palace. Waves crashing along the shore, the smell of incenses of rose and lavender filling the naga prince's chamber.

"Your Highness," the maiden called out behind the silken drapes, "I have the fruits you've asked for."

"You may enter." The prince said, inviting her into the chamber.

Walking in, she carried a woven tray. It was filled with all sorts of freshly picked fruit. Apples of jade, violet ripe berries. She made her way to Czar, careful not to step on his glossy onyx, red and gold pattern coils. The tray was placed upon a table beside the prince.

She stepped back, lowering her head, "Is there anything else you need, your highness?"

His upper tanned body slightly turned. Crimson eyes fell upon the maiden. He notice her shouched shoulders, unbalanced posture. Czar emitted a soft hiss as the end of his black tail reached toward her. Delicately, his tail tilted her head upward to face the handsome prince.

"S-sire?" Shyly she gasped from the cold touch. Her freckled cheeks blushed a delicate shade of plum.

Oh yes, indeed, her eyes lacked of sparkle. Dark circles beneath those beautiful, soft eyes.

The cool touch of his tail moved away.

Czar's hand reached toward one of the apples on the tray. "I noticcced your a bit exhausssted. Here," he tossed the apple to her, "you dessserve a break."

"But...but your--"

"Pleassse dear, call me Czar."

"Czar, what of my duties?" Confusion appeared on her face.

He slithered toward the cozy floor cushions, "Relaxxx my lovely girl. You've been hard at work all day, ssserving me and my uncle." His coils twisted and wrapped around the pillows and low table. He gestured a spot across from the table, "Pleassse, won't you join me?"

I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit for a while, she thought to herself. With a small smile she eased herself onto the large floor pillow. The maiden savored the crisp apple offered by the prince. She relished the taste with every bite.

"Ssshall I play sssomething for you darling?" His faded inked arm reaches over behind him. A beautifully carved wooden flute appeared.

"I found thisss the other day. Perhapsss you'd like to hear a sssong or two?"

The maiden swallowed before answering, "I would very much like to hear."

The naga smiled, placing his lips around the mouthpiece. Eyes closed, he began to play.

It was ethereal. Soothing to the ears. His fingers delicately danced upon the holes as he played. Otherworldly, almost as if she was transported back to the ancient city of Draca Isla, the once home of naga's and dragon's. She could smell the earthy damp rock, the sweet fragrance of amber lilies growing in the wild.

The pillow underneath the maiden began to sink. Or was it just her imagination?

Czar's ruby eyes opened to only darken as he took notice of the maiden's dreamy eyes. The half eaten apple dropped to her side. He smiled as he played, continuing his enchanting melody.

Want to learn more about His Illustrious Eminence?

Here are some links:

Information + Concept Artwork on Czar Agskaga

"Coils of the Naga" & "Coiled by the Naga" Written by Arielle W.M. ( @ariellewm ) & Produced/Voiced by Ycey Narrates

SFW Hypnosis Headcanon Story

#fantasy writer #fantasy #naga oc #naga x reader #naga x human #naga male #male naga #fantasy story #about ocs #prince oc #original character #writer #short story #my oc stuff #my original characters

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lord-kallous-fangirl · 6 days

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Naga Lord Kallous🐍

Look at this! Lord Kallous turned into a snake💀🐍❤

It looks like he has a very long tail because he's a snake, how cuuuuuuutee~!🥰🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I hope u like it🩷

#lord kallous blog #elliott from earth #lord kallous #lord kallous the merciless #art #efe lord kallous #elliott from earth fanart #fanart #cute #cute snake #male naga #naga #naga art #transparent background #awwww cute

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raktanag · 6 days

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"By Shesha... You're getting bolder by the day. I love it~"

Artica ( @whiteswarm) guest star

#resssst time (ooc)#suggestive tw #mun art #male naga #fairy girl #moth girl #original character #my ocs

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moonshine-nightlight · 2 years

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Finally Woken: Part Seven

Working for the family business of traveling trade caravans, means you‘ve always accepted having to put up with a lot from your family, especially your dad. He finally goes to far when he tries to sell your prized possessions to make up for his own business failings. You’re proud of yourself for making a stand, but he’s not wrong when he says you don’t have any real connections outside the family–but he’s not completely right either.

Your closest friend happens to live in the city you’re stopped at so you decide to see if you can stay at his place until you can figure out what you’re going to. You’ve never come by the city this early, but he’s probably fully woken up from the naga’s traditional bout of hibernation by now, right?

Fantasy, friends to lovers, naga, male monster x female reader, M/F, Part 7 of 8

Story Status: Complete

AO3: Finally Woken Chapter 7

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] Part Seven [Part Eight - NSFW]

When you get home from a day that at least ended early, if rather disappointingly, you realize one thing right away: Heshi’s already awake.

Not only is he awake, he’s moving around and talking to someone. You can hear his voice from the foyer. Last night he’d said he was gonna see if he could wake up early enough for a full sunning on the roof to provide the final jolt out of hibernation—and the weather had certainly cooperated.

Instead of being excited he seems to be fully out of hibernation, tension shoots up your spine. The air in the apartment doesn’t feel fearful or angry, but it does feel feverish in some way, almost anticipatory. There’s a panic in his voice and movements, like he’s pacing, which makes it impossible for you not to feel nervous.

You can’t make out any of the words he’s saying, but you decide to drop your bag in the hall just in case you suddenly have your hands full with worried naga again. Some instinct of yours seems to be urging caution and it's any easy enough thing to do to appease it. Hesitantly, you walk over to the archway and peer further inside.

You spot Heshi in the kitchen but you notice right away that there’s no one else here. He seems to be talking to himself, gesturing emphatically along with his own words, but speaking fast enough you still can’t really follow what has him so agitated. Because he definitely is, agitated that is.

His hair is completely undone, flowing around his face and down his back in wild tendrils, all semblance of a braid long gone. He’s moving back and forth, changing height depending on how much of his tail he’s putting into the motion—something he rarely does as he likes to keep to a steady height. The difference is down to the way the bulk of his tail stays where it is, the tip flicking in time with his pacing. He’s also not wearing a shirt, which you knew he didn’t wear when he sunbathed, but is still rather unusual since he’s inside now.

You tell yourself your focus on his chest is just to see if he’s shivering—which he doesn’t appear to be. In fact, you blink in surprise: he almost looks flushed. The skirt he has on is loose and comfortable, but also hastily thrown on. Combined with the way his claws are unsheathed—a sure sign he’s expecting a threat–it’s more than enough to unsettle you further. Despite all this agitation, he still hasn’t even noticed your presence yet. You doubt it will take long though and you don’t want to scare him, especially not in this state.

You take a deep breath and step forward. “Heshi?”

His head whips around with lightning speed, pupils slit thin before blowing wide when he identifies who made the sound. He gasps out your name, looking at you with such shock that you instinctively freeze. He starts toward you before stopping himself, placing his hands on one of the tall kitchen tables as if to hold himself with it between you and him, despite him being several feet away on the other side of the room as it is.

“Uh, Heshi…?”

He seems to notice your confusion and visibly straightens, clearly trying to coach his rather wild facial expressions back to normal. It might have worked better if you hadn’t, you know, literally watched him do so.

“Hey,” his voice is breathy, but less desperate or shocked than when he had called your name. He clears his throat before continuing in an alright approximation of his usual voice, “how was your day?”

“Okay…” you reply slowly. It's clear he doesn’t want you to notice, or at least not to comment on, whatever is bothering him. You’re willing to play along, for now. You don’t want to spook him. “I guess.” While you talk, you try to see if you can spot a physical source of what might be bothering him. He doesn’t look visibly injured or sunburned—can naga get sunburned? “The shop had already sold my flute though.”

He sobers at your words, distracted enough by your news that he forgets to try so hard to be normal. He frowns and says sympathetically, “I’m sorry, that’s really too bad.” He makes an aborted motion towards you, like he’s going to come over to give you a hug but then he stops himself. You suddenly realize this is the longest it’s been since you woke him up from hibernation for him to be awake and aware of you and yet not touching you.

A pang of hurt goes through you at the thought that he might truly be done with hibernation and the long embraces will stop. You knew this would happen, you told yourself not to get used to it. You still feel an aching sense of loss that you try to shove to the side. You’ll deal with it when you’re inevitably sleeping alone again.

“If you’d like,” Heshi’s voice pulls you back to the present. He’s clearly trying to be upbeat, trying to cheer you up, but there’s a manic undertone to his voice that still worries you. “I could try to make you one? A flute, I mean. It’d be glass and not silver, but I’m sure it will sound just as pretty.”

He looks adorably earnest, but it's so obvious something is conspicuously off with him. “That, that would be really lovely,” you say truthfully, because it is a really sweet offer, and yet you can’t ignore this any longer. “But Heshi, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” he repeats anxiously. “Nothing’s wrong.” He winces when his voice pitches too high. He deliberately coughs before continuing, “In fact, my hibernation is officially over. So everything’s back to normal.”

You eye his very nervous smile at that proclamation and say, “Um, it’s really not.” You take a step closer, studying him as you continue in vain to try to figure it out yourself. “What’s wrong, Heshi?” You’re starting to really think he might be sick. Is this because you messed with his hibernation? You take another step closer, trying to peer around the table—a naga’s tail normally will give them away if there’s something wrong with their body and you can’t quite see it from where you’re at.

“Stop!” He holds out his hand, palm facing you. “Stay over there.” You immediately freeze, too surprised by his reaction to even say anything.

“Why?” you breathe, unsure of what you’ve done to make him more upset. You try to hide the illogical bit of hurt you feel at his words, but given how his face falls, you don’t manage it.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking wretched and wringing his fingers, “but you really need to stay away.”

“Should I leave?” you offer, not sure what else to say. You want to understand, but you want him to feel better more so if you need to leave without an explanation, you will even if you know you’ll end up at wit’s end with worry.

“No!” he reaches out again, this time as if to pull you close. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his fingers to his forehead. “I mean, yes, probably. You shouldn’t be here while I’m like this. I’m so sorry.”

Any hurt or fear melts away in the face of his distress. “But what is this? Are you sick? Is it contagious? Should I find a healer?”

“No, well, sort of,” he pulls his fingers through his hair violently enough it almost looks like he’s pulling on it. He deflates, pressing one palm to the table and leaning on it. “Maybe you should.”

Before you can even think of how to respond, he continues talking, “I just don’t understand! This shouldn’t be happening.” He glares at the table top as if the pressed glass pattern he designed might hold all the answers.

Hesitantly, you say, “Are you sick or not? How can I help?” You swallow before venturing, “Is this because your hibernation got interrupted?”

He barely seems to hear you, talking to himself and keeping his eyes down as if purposely not looking at you. “Not sick, exactly. No illness. Hibernation, yes, yes. My sunsleep! That’s where it all starts but why? How?” He looks up and you can see his eyes are wildly dilated, now that yours have adjusted to the lower amount of light in here. “None of this makes any sense. It shouldn’t be possible.”

“What shouldn’t be possible?”

“I’m in heat!” The words burst out of his mouth without his permission and his grip on the table edge goes white-knuckled. He looks embarrassed as your mouth falls open, but he doesn’t take the declaration back even as he snaps his mouth shut tight.

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” you ask, mind spinning, even as you catalog his symptoms in a new light. He is flushed, you hadn’t realized ‘heat’ is quite so literal, but it clearly is. His breathing is too fast, but it's deep too, drawing your attention to his bare chest. The tension in his frame, the dilation of his eyes, your eyes nearly try to track down his body before the table and your own awareness of the situation stops you in your tracks.

You frantically try to remember everything you’ve heard about a naga’s heat. Heshi himself has only mentioned, in passing, that it happens after hibernation between mates, but that’s really all he’s said. Everything else you know, you picked up just, listening around. You haven’t been to help but wonder, what with having a naga friend. An attractive naga friend. An attractive naga friend you had a crush on.

Still, you’d never outright asked anyone—you’d never be able to get the words out—but you know it lasted more than a day, that there is a special significance placed on the first heat after marriage, and that the reason so many naga are born around the same time as a species is because the majority of them are the result of heated matings. Because obviously the other part is that anyone in heat wants to have sex—like, a lot. However, like Heshi himself had always seemed to suggest, you thought it only happened when they already have a partner and possibly only if that other partner was a naga.

“I mean,” your face feels warm and so does the rest of you at just the thought that Heshi might be…riled up—and he so clearly looks it too, now that you’re looking for that. “I thought, you needed, you know, a partner,” you manage to squeak out, “for that to, um, start.” How are you standing here talking about this with him? Is some god upset that your moving out went so well that they’ve thrown this in your path?

You almost feel like, now that you’re not worried he’s hurt or sick, that it's affecting you too. Could humans sense, smell, naga pheromones? Is it actually warmer in here?

“Sort of,” he says, a bit miserably, finger tracing along the table, drawing your eyes to the slender digit. “That’s what doesn’t make sense. I’m not with anyone or courting or anything so it shouldn’t be possible. You don’t need someone officially, but you do need someone with potential as a nestmate.”

A shiver of heat and jealousy goes down your spine at the word ‘nestmate’. You think he just means someone else who’d hibernated with him in the same nest—not an actual mate—but the only person even close to that description is you, if only for the last week, which sends a tendril of heat through you. The jealously is at even the thought of someone else, wrapped up in his arms, in his nest, waiting for him to awaken and… “Right,” you say quickly.

“There needs to be complementary pheromones in the air,” he continues explaining as if trying to prove to you why it shouldn’t be possible. “Someone interested in mating with you being close enough, often enough, during hibernation to trigger heat.”

“Oh,” you nod, again trying not to picture this hypothetical other naga that would make your Heshi all... “And you haven’t seen any other naga, right?”

“Well,” he hedges, “it wouldn’t have to be a naga actually.” He shrugs and you try so hard to keep your expression steady at that little admission. Before your mind can run with it, he continues, “but you’re missing the key: receptive. I would have to be around someone who wanted to mate with me.” He presses a hand to his chest before shrugging again. “And I’ve only seen you and Nell, so I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I…” You swallow, sure your whole face must be turning red because if that’s what brought this on… “You’re sure that’s what’s happening?” If all that’s needed is someone interested in him, sharing his nest then…

He rubs the back of his neck, “I’ve gone into heat once before—years ago.” He gives a sharp nod. “I’m sure.”

Oh gods. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. If the ground swallowed you up, would that make his stupid heat stop and prevent you from having the most embarrassing conversation of you life? After a second of nothing happening, you burst out with, “Then this is all my fault. I’m so sorry, Heshi.” You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing your stupid feelings for making things ha-difficult for your friend. “How do I make it stop?”

“Your fault?” Heshi’s face screws up in absolute bewilderment. “How in the world could this be your fault?”

“Because what you said earlier was wrong,” you say, trying to force the words out of your mouth, but they’re as jumbled as your thoughts are. “You… I… I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”

He says your name, sounding calmer than he has all night, clearly trying to ground you, but it's not working because you have to tell him. There’s no getting around it.

“Darling, what are you—”

“I am, is the problem,” you blurt out, knowing it probably still sounds like nonsense. You hate putting yourself out there, but you have to say it. “Interested or receptive or…” You flap your hand uselessly in his general direction, unable to even look him in the eye.

“You…” The clear disbelief in his voice, lacking in recrimination as it is, does little to make you feel better.

“I swear I had no idea this would happen.” You finally look at him again, needing him to understand this wasn’t some horrible plan on your part, but he’s still just staring at you in shock. “I tried to sleep in my own bed. And there was only that one dream! Why didn’t you warn me that's what causes your, you know, heat?”

Heshi actually moves out from behind the table, his gaze intent, his expression surprisingly unreadable. You unthinkingly take a step back.Your stupid feelings did this to him, clouding his mind, overwriting his desires.

He tilts his head to the side. “Are you saying you find me attractive or that you have feelings for me?”

His voice doesn’t give away anything that he’s thinking. You shrug helplessly. “I mean, yeah. Both?”

You barely have time to blink, barely able to see something ripple across his expression before he’s across the room, in front of you. His strong fingers take hold of your chin, tilting you face up towards his. He slants his mouth over yours for a kiss before you can comprehend anything beyond how much heat he seems to be giving, so different than his usual temperature.

Then there’s nothing on your mind except the feeling of him pressed so close, the softness of his lips, how solid he is against you. Your hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him where he is and his arm slides around your waist—as it has so many times in the last few days—and yet everything is different this time as he pulls you against him. Your other hand curls over his shoulder as you return the kiss instinctively. He pulls away briefly, only to press another kiss to your lips, giving a light pull to first your top lip, then your bottom lip. He flicks his tongue against the seam of yours after that and you let out a gasp at the sensation.

He takes advantage of the opening, pressing even closer, his slender, adroit tongue slipping in. You slide your own against his, causing him to moan. That sound combined with the feeling of his fangs against your lips send a ripple of heat through your veins.

You tighten your grip on him as he kisses you. You never want him to let you go ever again, you think deliriously as his large hand strokes up and back down your back, encouraging you to arch into him. This is everything you ever wanted with him.

Everything you wanted.

The thought sends a shard of ice down your spine and abruptly, you find the strength to use your hold on him to push him away.

You part with pop and stare up at him panting. His eyes are half-lidded and dark, fixed on your lips, and it's not until you try to maintain the distance between you that he seems to notice something is wrong.

“We’re not doing this just because you’re all hormone crazy,” you sputter, trying to push him even further away. “I can’t! Please.”

“Oh, darling.” It’s unfair how liquid and low his voice is. He leans down to catch your eyes with his own. “It still takes two.”

“What?” You can’t take any chance that he might mean—

His smile is warm and encouraging as he says, “You can’t go into heat for someone you don’t want back.” When you just stare at him with surprise, faintly shaking your head, he ducks his head a little before his eyes meet yours again. “Is that so hard to believe? I’ve had a crush on you for ages now.”

Your eyes grow even wider as you try to make sense of his words. “You have?” There’s that shy hope you were trying to avoid, but it's so hard with him continuing to say all the right things, still holding you, still looking well kissed by you.

“For years,” he admits, a little sheepish. “I just didn’t say anything because, well, I lived here and you lived everywhere.” He pushes against your hold again and this time you let him close once more, his breath fanning across your face as you stare, entranced. He nuzzles against you, before pulling back the barest inch to continue, “I thought it was a dream, you saying you were going to stay here, that you wanted to live with me. I felt so guilty for how happy I was that your family finally crossed the line, but I am.”

He looks like he expects you to judge him for that but you’re just waiting to hear what other, wonderful, impossible thing he might say next. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Because you’re finally here, with me. In my nest, in my arms.”

“Oh,” you breathe, unable to find a single coherent thought to voice in response.

He pulls back again, just slightly, and goes on to say, “I was going to wait until you were more settled, see how you liked living here, living with me—when you were dealing with fewer changes--to see if you might consider…” he looks at you through ridiculously pretty lashes you’ve somehow never noticed until right this second, “consider being with me.”

“Yeah?” your voice is a little teary in the face of his sincerity, his consideration. Heshi. Heshi had a plan to ask you out. Heshi likes you. Heshi wants you. Your mind is spinning and you’re holding back tears and you’ve never felt so many overwhelming good feelings in your life.

He nods with a smile. “Yeah.”

“Yes,” you say, nodding rather vehemently. “I don’t need time and yeah, life is crazy now, but it always is. I want to be with you.” And this time, you pull him down and press your lips to his. The kiss starts sweet, but he lets out something like a whine against your lips in the split second you pull back to breathe. Heat radiates from him and you begin to feel feverish with it too, the desperate need to be closer, even closer.

Ever since you nudged him from hibernation, you’ve been trying so hard to hold yourself back, to accept his hugs and embraces, but not reach for him. Your arm hooks around his neck as you let yourself pull him to you. He capitulates easily, wrapping arms around you, his tongue along yours as the kiss grows hungrier. You feel something smooth and strong against your legs and moan when you realize his tail is spiraling around you.

At some point you have to breathe and he wastes no time in lunging for the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, his favorite spot to nuzzle, only this time… This time, you gasp out his name as his fangs lightly drag along the spot and he nips. The shiver his mouth inspires only grows when he sets about sucking a mark into your skin.

You groan as he skims his mouth and fangs back up your neck only to pant desperately in your ear, “Want you. So much.” You nod thoughtlessly in his hold.

“Now, please,” he demands, breathy with need.

“Yes.”

[Part Eight - NSFW]

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