FIERCELY INTENSE, OUTRAGEOUS, TOO BLIND TO SEE
First Love’s Hiss

Bit of a monstergirl story with love from me to Lucianite.

1,830 words. Contains human boy on naga girl, oral, tonguejob, coil bondage, femdom, impregnation.

Bennig triple-checked his map in the setting sun. The haggard adventurer’s night-black curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat. It had been a long trip through the desert to find the entrance to Longtail Hollow, and it was only natural that a member of the Glacier Company would absolutely hate deserts. The thin, pale archer took a last swig from his canteen and dumped the rest over his face. How was it that a place could be so hellishly hot this late in the evening? He silently vowed to himself that he was going to head to the caravan trail and hitchhike his way out of the godsforsaken wasteland in the morning, treasure or no treasure.

Still, he was in the place indicated by his map marker, and if there was treasure in the cave he sought, well… he was going to be very rich indeed.

Absentmindedly, he kicked a rock in what he thought was the general vicinity of the cave entrance. It skidded across the sand and then began to sink, first a few inches down, slowly, then deeper and deeper. The sand surface collapsed and Bennig leapt backwards in shock as a smooth-sided sinkhole formed.

He pumped his fist in the air when he realized he’d finally found the cave entrance.

“Pay dirt!”

He kneeled to see how far down it went.

Pretty far, it turned out.

Cautiously he extended one long nimble leg and found a foothold in an uneven piece of grayish rock, then climbed down with his muscled hands grabbing on for dear life. A few minutes later he was at the bottom of the sinkhole and the cave mouth was before him. He could safely walk through it without crouching, but it was pitch black, and he had neither flint nor tinder, nor even magical means to make a fire. Fortunately, his darkvision was honed enough to guide him forward.

Bennig mentally checked over the briefing he’d gotten about this place. Uninhabited cave system that was used by pirates long ago as a treasure storehouse, and that was known to be untouched. That seemed to check out. He absentmindedly ran his fingers across the walls, playing with the patterns in the rock. There were not even any bats or insects - no sound except a slight dripping of water, no signs of life at all. He was perturbed by his feet being soaked in the stagnant, clammy puddles all over the ground, even through his thick boots, and he wished he had a lighter pack, but otherwise he was feeling…

Wait.

He stopped to poke his finger more carefully into the grooves in the rock wall. He traced the depression and moved his hand back and forward to do the same to nearby parts of the wall.

There were regular patterns. This was carved. And the designs weren’t eroded away by the water… they were fresh and clean-edged. The pirates from six hundred years before didn’t do this.

Uninhabited, he thought, my blazing ass.

He let out an exasperated noise, ever so briefly considered turning back and cutting his losses, but then steeled himself, crouched warily, and proceeded forward.

After all, what is adventuring about but surprises?

He continued forward through the winding cave for a while and his eyes adjusted to greater and greater light, clearly produced by torches.

So I’m definitely not alone…

He took his gleaming black longbow from his back and silently strung it and nocked a willow-wood arrow. He pressed his back against the wall and slid sidelong across it.

There, in the chamber with the lit torches, was a square room brimming with treasure - the dimming light reflected off the gold and silver objects that were scattered all over a ziggurat-like series of raised daises. But atop the highest platform was, curled many times over on its thick scaled tail, a greenish-black cobra of imposing size. The monstrous snake’s tail tip lazily swung back and forth and its hood, oblong and terrible, was flared out as its head disappeared between the massive coils.

Guess there’s no way to take something and escape that thing’s notice, he thought. Better to catch it by surprise and fight it and kill it.

He held his breath, aimed for where he thought vitals might be, and loosed the arrow…

…which stuck shallowly in the muscled coils of the beast’s fat tail. He should have ran, but stood frozen with terror as the serpent stirred, but when it rose, he noticed it was more than just a giant snake - the hood concealed a whole humanlike torso - that of a slender-armed dark-complected woman, above whose muscled belly a generous pair of wide-set naked breasts with hard protruding nipples sat. Coupled with her long neck, and striking golden-eyed, arch-lipped face framed with lush dark-gold hair, she would have been alluring if she weren’t also terrifying. The naga hissed before speaking.

“You impetuous, thieving, arrogant boy! You have no right to my hard-earned treasure. And to think you tried to kill me while I was asleep to get at it! Coward, I ought to devour you alive!”

The snake-woman slithered with sidewinder speed to catch Bennig as he backed away, pushing him against a wall and raising a claw-nailed hand to strike. He whimpered and did the only thing he could think of in order to not get killed.

He kissed her.

When the adventurer threw his arms around the naga’s upper body in a loose embrace and pressed his lips into hers, his whole mouth tingled electrically with her citrus-sharp venom. Surprised enough to be disarmed, the monstergirl used her raised arms to brace herself up over him, not actually kissing back but letting him explore.

When she pulled off him, she said, “That was bold of you, little wretch.”

“Um. Well. Boldness is how I earn my money. I guess. Ma’am.”

“So that means you’re not without redeeming qualities. I suppose I won’t have to kill you where you stand… not necessarily, anyway.” She laughed and drummed her claw-nails together.

Bennig merely stammered and thought of how to exit.

The naga said “Do it again, fool.”

He couldn’t help but comply, of course, and she drew him in this time, stroking with a surprising gentleness up and down his back, her long thin forked tongue playing around his. She intertwined her fingers with his.

“I haven’t had a mate in ages… come back to the cave recesses with me, little one.”

He stumbled back over to the dais with her and laid down on the hard flat stone. Her sinuous coils rippled around and over him, as she removed his boots first, rubbing his aching feet softly. The end of her tail tickled his exposed shins, and her soft, pale-green underbelly heaved as she made pleased sighs. She twisted her upper body around a little to pluck the arrow out of her side, and when she took Bennig’s shirt off she tore a generous handful of cloth away and tied it on as a bandage. He was still trembling as she kissed and licked up his wiry frame, especially when she couldn’t resist nipping at his protruding hipbones, fangs grazing the thinnish skin.

Soon the slit-pupiled beauty had thrown all of Bennig’s clothes and equipment aside, laying haphazardly among her many precious objects, and he was staring at the cave ceiling, trying desperately to suppress his impressive hardon.

Unfortunately this made it come as a surprise when she started to use her mouth.

Without warning the snake-woman touched the tip of his cockhead with the bifurcated tip of her serpent tongue, and let it slide down the length of the underside of his shaft, draping slowly across his testicles before wrapping around the circumference of the base and spiraling tightly upwards. She had him in a firm wet warm grip and wasn’t about to let go until she’d had her meal.

The hungry naga moved her strong tongue back and forth, jerking the adventurer off with it, taking advantage of her nimbleness and length to please and tease at remote parts of the young man’s smooth-shorn genitalia. For his part, Bennig went stiff in his muscles and whined a little - it felt very good, but very frustrating.

She slowly unwrapped herself after tonguejobbing him to her satisfaction, and he wondered how he held off from ejaculating after all of that. She made obscene noises of pleasure as she ogled her handiwork - a huge veiny throbbing cock, frustrated, with a river of precum flowing from it, glistening with her spit and in need of the release that only she was going to provide. He reached a trembling hand for his dick but she swatted it away and pinned his wrists to the stone.

“All mine.”

She wrapped her tail around him from the feet up, giving him both bed and prison in his partner’s body, and she used two fingers to spread a clump of scales just below her waist, which hid a plump, fruit-red, juice-dripping pussy. Luxuriantly, she lifted his trapped lower body with her tail and slid him into her over the course of full minutes, locking eyes with him, upright alongside him, both their desperate hands grabbing as much flesh and skin as they could.

The pleasure of entering her many-creased thick-folded petals was almost agony for Bennig - he couldn’t believe how deep she was, so much so that even as her tightness snugly accommodated his huge cock, he still felt an emptiness beyond his bulging glans, as if the snake woman was built to take truly massive lengths.

He groped at her fat firm breasts, tugging at her big pebbly jet-black nipples, and she grinned and playfully growled at him, practically slamming his torso into hers as she controlled his thrusts with contractions of her coils.

She loosened her grip on his legs and as he slumped she caught him in her left arm, letting him lean into it, and his hips moved according to his instincts, fucking her sideways. Her free hand cupped and squeezed his laden balls while her left hand scratched hard into his muscular back.

“Fuck me so hard, my new stud! Fuck me till you forget where you are!” She moved her right hand from his testicles to his ass, giving him hard, flesh-reddening spanks to encourage him and force him in as deep as he could go.

Eventually he could take no more, and cried out as his big, tight balls loosened their thick spermload inside the naga’s scaled cunt, blowing ropes of fertile seed thick as fingers through his steely-hard cock and into her womb while her sugarwalls rippled around him and she gave out low, throaty cries and moans of mutual orgasm.

The pair laid down, still locked in embrace, Bennig making soft sounds and nuzzling into his mate’s coils.


“My new treasure,” she whispered. “Think you’re up to making damn sure I’ve been bred?”

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