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Nate reluctantly followed the city guard towards the nearby forest, his hands tied behind his back. She looked at him with disdain, not even trying to conceal how much she loathed him. His body still ached from being beaten up in his cell, so he stared at the ground, afraid it would happen again if he met her eyes.
He'd just been condemned to several years of community work, all because he had stolen some food so he could give it to starving orphans who lived on the street, keeping almost none for himself. Community work. The term alone left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew what it truly meant; that he was now nothing more than a slave, left with only two choices: obey or die.
As they advanced deeper under the shadows of the trees, he expected his first task to be collecting wood, or something of the kind. However, he was proven wrong when they reached a small, inconspicuous building. Ivy ran all over its crumbling walls, making it look abandoned.
The guard guided him inside, then led him to a hidden trap that he never would have noticed, had she not uncovered it.
Panic started to fill his mind. What was going to happen to him, in a secret place like this? He instinctively took a step back, to the guard mercilessly pushed him into the trap. It wasn't that big of a fall, but it still hurt like hell when he hit the floor face-first. He got back on his knees, unable to stand back up without help, forced to wait for the guard.
Once more, she shot him a scornful look and huffed, right before pulling out her sword. Nate feared the worst, but she only used it to cut the ropes that held his wrists together.
“Take off your clothes,” She ordered.
Nate didn't want to, but the threat of her weapon forced him into compliance. He removed everything, except for his underwear.
“All of it. And don't make me repeat myself twice.” She snarled.
With tears of humiliation burning in his eyes, he let his last piece of clothing fall to the floor, revealing his pussy to her cruel eyes. She scoffed at the sight of him, her expression full of contempt.
“A bit scrawny, but you'll do. Now listen carefully: don't you try to hurt him or fight back against him. Your life is worth nothing compared to his, and I'll put an arrow in your throat with no hesitation if you do anything stupid. Understood?”
“Y...Yes,” He stammered, although he had no idea of what she was talking about.
“Good.”
With that said, she unlocked a small door, then hurriedly threw him inside before closing it behind him. Nate found himself alone in some kind of dark pit, or so he thought at first, until he heard something slither in the shadows. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he realized with terror what kind of creature he was sharing the small place with. A naga.
The human part of him looked stunningly handsome, with only his reptilian eyes and his fangs betraying his true nature. However, the skin at his waist blended with pale, almost-white purple scales. His long tail was curled up underneath him in a striking position, ready to attack.
Nate shook in fear, knowing he wouldn't stand a chance against the creature's venom. However, as he did so, the naga's expression immediately changed into one of curiosity. His whole body relaxed and twitched lightly, as if he was trying to imitate him. He waited a few seconds and, when Nate showed no sign of aggression toward him, he carefully approached him.
Despite himself, the human trembled as he got closer, and again, the naga responded in kind. He started inspecting him thoroughly, going as far as trailing his hands over Nate's chest. The young man gasped at his touch, but didn't dare push him away, knowing that if the snake-like creature didn't kill him, the guard would.
So instead, he did his best to stay still and bit back a moan when a playful finger ran over his nipple. The naga smiled at his reaction, then tentatively repeated the gesture. Despite himself, Nate arched his back, leaning into his touch, which only encouraged the naga to continue. The young man didn't want to enjoy it, but his body left him no choice in the matter, and he felt himself growing wet as both sides of his chest were assaulted by the naga's tender gestures.
However, the creature suddenly stopped when he noticed the several bruises that covered Nate's skin. He hissed angrily at the sight, and the human froze, afraid to have angered him somehow. However, it quickly became obvious it wasn't him he was mad at when he started peppering sweet, soothing kisses over each of his injuries. As he did so, he slowly started coiling his tail around Nate's legs and hips.
The young man didn't even try to squirm away, surprised by his gentleness. In a sick twist of irony, it had been years since he last experienced such a kind touch. He only realized now how much he had ached for it. He wasn't sure how he felt about receiving it from a creature most people would have called a monster, and not from another human being.
And when the naga wrapped his arms around him and kissed him, Nate parted his lips, closed his eyes and all but melted against him. Warmth started pooling in his belly as soft scales rubbed against his pussy and clit. He unconsciously buckled his hips against the naga's tail, trying to get more of that delicious feeling. Nate was about to lose himself into it when he felt it.
A hard cock steadily pressing against his slick sex, slowly spreading his lower lips apart.
Nate broke out of his daze and his eyes snapped open at the unexpected violation. However, when he looked at the naga, he saw no maliciousness on his face, only fondness. With a shaking hand, Nate caressed his cheek as a terrible realization dawned upon him.
“You think I want this, don't you?” He whispered, a sad smile on his lips.
The naga tilted his head to the side, obviously confused. As a response, he awkwardly nuzzled his neck in a clear attempt to convey that he cared for him. This confirmed Nate's suspicions: the naga couldn't talk or understand a single word he said, only communicating through body language. In a way, it reassured Nate, to know that he didn't mean to hurt him, that he was nothing like the guard who had coldly planned his rape and who was probably watching it unfold with sick satisfaction.
Nate cried out when the naga pushed himself deeper within him, forcing his pussy to stretch further around his cock. A new determination was burning in his reptilian eyes. Before Nate could understand what was happening, he was being kissed senselessly, as strong hands caressed his back. Again, his partner had misunderstood him, thinking Nate was reprimanding him for being a bad mate and failing at pleasuring him. And so, he focused all his efforts on making him feel good, eager to prove himself worthy.
The assault on Nate's senses was almost too much for him to comprehend. The naga didn't make love to him like a human would. He didn't thrust into him, only pressing deeper and deeper, feeding more and more of his cock to his helpless pussy. Even when it bumped against his cervix, he didn't stop, and instead worked on opening it up. Nate was pretty sure it should have hurt, but it only made him tremble with pleasure. A loud moan escaped him when the tip finally slipped inside his womb.
Once he'd reached his goal, the naga stilled. Nate whimpered, needing him to move, his pussy pulsing around his shaft, begging to be fucked. With his partner's tail wrapped so tightly around him, the young man didn't see the round, wide shape of an egg traveling down what was actually an ovipositor. He only felt it when it started pushing against his cunt.
At first, he didn't understand what it was, nor did he think it would fit within him. But slowly, his entrance gave way, and the egg slid inside him. It dragged against his inner walls, making his pussy spasm with pure ecstasy. Nate came so hard that he almost missed the moment when it was finally deposited inside his womb. He put a shaking hand over his belly, just above the place where the naga's tail hugged his hips, and felt the round, hard shape under his fingers. Only then did he realize the truth.
The naga wasn't just mating with him; he was impregnating him.
He barely had time to recover that already, another egg was making its way inside his pussy. Nate whimpered and his eyes turned glassy with pleasure. He held tight onto the naga's shoulders, nails digging into his skin, as his overwhelmed body shuddered in absolute bliss. He didn't even bother fighting against how amazing it felt, recognizing it for the losing battle it was.
The egg quickly joined the first one in his womb, then a third followed. Another orgasm washed over Nate, making him writhe in his partner's embrace. His clit burned in oversensitivity each time the naga's smooth scales brushed against it. The pleasure became sharp, to the point where it almost hurt. And yet, the eggs kept coming one after another, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of him. It was mostly a blur, but by the time they were all snuggly nestled within his womb, Nate had counted at least ten eggs. His belly swelled so much from them that he looked a few months pregnant.
He sighed in relief when the naga finally slipped out of him. His cervix immediately closed back up, locking the eggs inside his womb. Just as Nate thought it was over, a second cock, different in shape, thrusted inside his pussy. He let out a little whimper as the naga fucked him slow and gentle, making him slightly bounce in his hold, careful so as to not harm him or the eggs as he chased his own pleasure. Finally, he came with a grunt, his face buried against Nate's neck.
He poured his potent seed inside the young man's womb, where his clutch was ready to be fertilized. There was so much of it that Nate's belly inflated again, to the point where he could have sworn he could feel it slosh around in his womb. The naga until he was filled to the brim to release him from his tail and pull out. For a split second, a thin thread of slimy cum linked the tip of his cock to Nate's throbbing pussy. The young man shivered as his seed dripped down his raw, sensitive lips.
The naga gently gathered him in his arms and put a protective hand around his belly, then rubbed his cheek against his while emitting a low, rumbling sound. Happy wasn't strong enough of a term to describe how elated he looked. He covered Nate in soft kisses, making him feel safe, protected. They cuddled up together, seeking the other's warmth, especially in this cold, dark pit.
Then the door opened, revealing several fully-armored guards.
Your life is worth nothing compared to his. Suddenly, Nate understood what those words truly meant. The city's higher-ups planned to use him as an incubator, just so they could sell the naga's youngs to whoever would pay a good price for them. Now that his partner had played his part, pumping him full of eggs, they had no use keeping them together. Nate would probably be taken to some other secret place where they would monitor his pregnancy closely, and the naga would be left alone in this horrible pit. It broke his heart just to think of it.
When the guards walked towards them, the naga hissed in warning, but that didn't deter them. They pointed their swords at him and tried to force him into a corner so they could reach Nate. The moment he realized they were after his mate, his behavior completely changed. He charged them, cold fury burning in his eyes, not caring whether he would get hurt or not. His opponents were at a disadvantage, since they had received orders not to injure him.
The naga moved so fast that before Nate could even start worrying about him, all his opponents were laying on the floor, dead, some from his venom, others from having their flesh ripped apart. Flashes of red now sullied the elegant purple scales. The snake-like man rushed for the door, but he banged his fist against it when he found it locked, tears of despair gathering in his eyes. He turned around and pressed his forehead against Nate's, as if to ask his forgiveness for not being strong enough to free him.
Nate wiped his tears away and stood up on trembling legs, which alarmed the naga. Then the young man ran a hand through his own hair, removing a tiny lockpick he'd tied into it before getting caught. He walked to the door, took a deep breath, and worked on opening it up. His exhaustion made the task more strenuous than it would have usually been, but in the end, he succeeded. Thankfully, no one was waiting for them on the other side.
Nate quickly gathered all his clothes, which were still scattered on the floor. He only stopped when the naga crawled next to him and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. Nate turned around, and was almost stunned by how adoringly his partner looked at him, impressed by the sheer ingeniosity of his mate.
Nate could have left. He could have pushed the naga away, since he wouldn't risk hurting Nate now that he was expecting his clutch, but he found himself not wanting to. Instead, he took a step towards him and gently caressed his cheek, right before joining their lips.
The naga took Nate in his arms and slithered away with him, deep within the forest.
A few months later
Nate watched with fondness as his eggs started hatching, safe within the nest his mate and him had built together. He didn't care that they were conceived in horrible conditions, or that he wasn't completely willing at the time. Those were his children, and he would do his best to care for them. His heart burst with love when a tiny hand reached for his, or when one of the hatchlings yawned for the first time, revealing their small fangs. They would grow up free, far from the dangers of the cruel city Nate had left behind him.
He smiled when his mate nuzzled his neck affectionately. With time, they had learned how to communicate with each other. The naga now understood most things he said, and together, they had created a silent language of their own to compensate for his inability to speak. Although most people would have judged their union unnatural, Nate felt happy with him, and not without reason: his partner showed him more kindness and understanding than most humans had. And, just from the way he looked at their newborns with pure, unaltered joy, Nate could already tell he would make an amazing father as well.
Love them. His mate enthusiastically gestured. Love you.
Without hesitation, Nate leaned in to kiss him. This life he had, with his mate, with their children, he would not trade it for anything in the world.
Oh yes, he loved him too.