smut-goblin:

I got a request for f!reader who is afraid of snakes but can’t resist the charms of the naga. 

You always wanted to be an archaeologist. Just like your mom and dad. You remember how proud you were as a kid watching Indiana Jones movies and being able to tell other kids ‘my parents are the same!’. The adventures they told you were even better than any of the movies you had seen.

Maybe because it was your parents, maybe because you got to hold and touch the artefacts they’d uncovered before they were placed in museums around the world. Each piece of wood, a shard of pottery or scrap of cloth told a story. A tale of culture, life, family, hopes and beliefs.

You wanted to be a part of that more than anything. Just like your parents, just like Indiana Jones, you wanted to be a hero. It was this dream that kept you going throughout the school, the university. First, there were the mundane digs with the overly condescending tones of your older, more experienced colleagues, then came the rejected funds applications, but none of that mattered now. You’d overcome them and you will overcome anything else put in your path. Because after all this time you had finally found your adventure.

Even if it meant crawling through narrow tunnels from one cavern to another, trying your best not to think about The Descent.

It will be worth it, it will all be worth it! The years of studying local legends, months spent visiting small villages strewn in the jungle chasing whatever scraps of information and leads you could find. You couldn’t get any funding and spent quite a bit of your inheritance on this quest.

But this was it, and you knew it. The cave tunnels albeit small were too smooth to be natural. The legends were true, ancient priests and kings crawled on their bellies just like you in a fitting homage to the Serpent Lord, the Keeper of Knowledge, who was said to grant wisdom and foresight to those who appease him.

In your book crawling to find a snake god counted as a major sacrifice. You could stand venomous spiders, centipedes, beetles and worms. Yet snakes… Snakes were another kettle of fish. Scaly, hissing, venomous fish…

Good thing the tunnel was too narrow to turn around, leaving no other option but to keep on going forward. You gritted your teeth and continued on. Snakes or no snakes, this was your find.

The tunnel suddenly dipped down and you came crashing with it, landing in water. It took a few panicked and sputtering moments to get your bearings. And then it hit you.

You’d found the temple!

The change from caves and tunnels was shocking. The water you fell in was warm and it turned out to be one of several pools dotting the cave. Some sort of bioluminescent growth covered the walls, bathing everything in a soft blue glow.

You gasped looking up at the ceiling. It glittered like thousands of stars, whatever crystals studded the rock reflecting the light from the walls.

Yet the most breathtaking thing was the huge statue sitting in the middle of it all. From the great coiled serpentine body sprung the torso of a human male, chiselled and muscular with four mighty arms. The top two were holding curved swords, the two bottom ones presented stone tablets to the viewer.

The minutiae detail was astounding you thought and they were even more so as you moved closer to get a better look. Red scales on the belly transitioned into black along the body, every muscle and vein on the dark human half depicted lovingly. It even had hair, red like his scales, red like blood. Was it horsehair? Human? Silk? Even the blades held in muscular hands were shining as if freshly sharpened. Could they cut? Even after all these years?

You gasped, the flesh of your finger parting down to the bone upon touching one of the blades, your blood splashing on the tablet below. With a short swear you tried to get your mini first aid kit when suddenly a vice grip closed around your neck, sharp pain followed by fire spreading through your veins.

You screamed in pain, clawing at your own body. It felt like acid flowing in you instead of blood, the agony was unspeakable. Just as soon as it started, it ebbed away. The fire was still there but changed. Different.

It was a golden warmth, soothing as it went, pooling in your chest before making its way down your body, through your loins, to the very tips of your toes.

You gasped, entire body feeling over stimulated, the clothes and protective gear chafing and rubbing your sensitive skin. With shaky fingers you’ve started undoing buckle after buckle, ties, buttons, god, why was there so many layers to your clothes?

Finally, you stood naked and triumphant, the cool cave air bringing relief to your burning skin. Mind free memories suddenly snapped back. The statue! You whirled and came face to face with … him.

He was as alive as you were, strong chest rising and falling in a relaxed rhythm, a fine counterbalance to your panicked breathing. His lower arms were outstretched to you, the upper pair opened in a welcoming gesture. Pierced lips curved in an inviting smile despite the small trail of blood trickling down his chin, coal-red eyes mesmerising in the sharp-featured dark face.

– “Come then, Seeker. You have been tried and purified. Your will to acquire knowledge and unlock secrets judged untainted.  Now stand before Lord Zaamzt The Lorekeeper with your offering and receive my blessing.” – his voice was low and sibilant, like a whisper of silk on stones. A part of you shouted that he’s a giant snake, has already bitten you, most likely got you high on whatever venom he carried and now most likely will eat you and not in a good way.

Yet your body moved closer to the naga on its own volition. There was something beautiful about him. A tale of ancient gods and monsters coming to life to be proven true. How many times have you dreamed of such an occurrence?

What stories could this creature tell, living for centuries, witnessing events and cultures you have only read about in musty tomes. This was a once in the lifetime opportunity and your hunger for knowledge made you bold.

 – “I have only myself to offer, my lord.” – for good or ill the die has been cast. The naga tipped his head to the side, peering at you curiously.
 – “A bride then?” – he mused. -“ Not seeking to learn what I have to offer and become a queen in the mortal lands? Think of all the influence and power you’d have with the secrets I can share with you.”
 – “Time of kings and queens is gone, I never sought out power. I just want to learn, to know more!” – there was desperate passion in your voice. All those years you have strived to discover more and more, the ridicule, the failures, the unbroken will that drove you. Everything hammered into those simple words.
 
Zaamzt must have sensed the truth in your words, for he smiled a bright wide smile, sharp teeth clearly displayed. His arms went under your legs and arms, hoisting you up, tipping your hips towards Zaamzt’s lips like a cup.

Every part of you still buzzed with the heat of venom, cool air only subduing it for the moment and when metal stud in naga’s tongue dragged up your folds it felt like being zapped with electricity. Unprepared, you gasped and tried to wriggle away only to have sharp claws gently dig into your flesh as he brought your body closer, letting his clever tongue explore and taste inside you, nose bumping your clit while his powerful jaws worked.

It didn’t take long for your legs to start shaking, tongue and that wicked stud back to dancing and teasing your clit, flesh growing more and more sensitive form each little shock it sent. You came hard and not caring one bit of how it must have looked to the snake god – swearing like a sailor, shaking and sobbing until it all lulled down to fuzzy bliss.

You could feel yourself being lowered down, so limp he had to let you rest against his coils otherwise you would have crumpled to the ground. In that lazy haze, your fingers started tracing the scale patterns. You had never touched a snake before. Somehow you’d always thought they’d be cold and slimy, like slugs or fish.

The scales under your fingertips felt dry, warm, and smooth. If you closed your eyes you could have fooled yourself it was a sun-warmed mosaic you traced. More and more fascinated you climbed to your knees, needing to know how it felt where scales transformed into the skin.

Zammzt let you explore, his own hands supporting you and running over your skin. He appeared to be basking in the attention you were giving him, lids half-closed.

You were totally unprepared for the scales to part under your questing fingers, two slick shafts peaking through before sliding out completely. They were very much snake-like, circles of barbs entwining their entire lengths with dome-shaped heads.

You swallowed, throat suddenly dry then mentally slapped yourself. You’d crawl to your possible death through an unmapped cave system but a dick in your face sends you running?

Fingers curling hesitantly over one your eyes flicked up to look into the naga’s face. His smile was warm and inviting, one hand cupping your face for a moment before coming to rest on your shoulder, gently massaging it.

‘Ok’ you thought to yourself ‘here we go, for science!’. Once more the heat of the flesh surprised you, making you wonder how it would feel inside you. A movement of Zammzt’s hips brought you back to reality.

He was slowly pumping himself in your loose grasp, bumps catching between your fingers. You curled them tighter, liking the feeling of different textures. Whatever it was coated in made pumping motions effortless.

You reached for the second one, making the naga’s entire body shiver. The oily substance had quite a unique smell. Sweet and spicy, like aniseed and black pepper. Well, that left only one sense.

Silently you braced yourself. You’ve licked worse things with your mom trying to determine if they were fossils or not. No, wait, back up. You mentally shook yourself. Worst moment to think about your parents. Here’s to being a brave explorer!

The exploratory flick of the tongue on the tip of one of the shafts proved it to taste rather normal. Encouraged, you pushed more into your mouth, swirling tongue on the underside.

You could hear mad rattling, the end of Zammzt’s tail dancing into your view, bulbous rattle twitching and shaking before diving between your legs. You expected it to plunge right in rather than nestling in your lips, twitching and rubbing against them.

You whined, mouth full of his cock, the other still teased and tugged the second shaft. It felt good, but you wanted more. Hips moving, trying to rub harder, small pitiful sounds spilling from you as you moved your head faster and deeper, hoping he’d get the hint.

The rattle’s rhythm stayed torturously slow. Impatient you’ve stopped pumping, grabbing the tail tip and showing it inside, letting out a shuddering moan as ridge after ridge made its way in.

You dropped on your hands, other parts of your lover’s body forgotten while the tail sank deeper and deeper into you, the girth making you both struggle and rock your hips, wanting more, loving the way scales rubbed against your clit.

Mouth free, your pants and meals echoed in the cavern. You didn’t care, too busy bouncing happily, the body easily giving way now, sensations making you writhe and trash.

You didn’t protest when four strong arms lifted you up, then that wonderful rattle popped out and you let out a wail. It was cut short as the arms shifted to cradle you and guide you down on waiting cock, letting the other one slide through your lips, bumping and massaging the clit with every shove.

It was overwhelming, having his large body boxing you in, rocking your body is his arms like you weighted nothing. The way his snake body swaying and touching you like no one ever managed to.

You had no idea what to do with your own arms, hands flying from teasing your breasts to rake nails across Zammzt’s body, making him hiss and show his. Snake teeth even if you made no marks on his skin.

-”Please, please, please, please!” – you weren’t sure what you were begging for. You wanted to cum, you wanted more and you wanted him never to stop.

He almost lost the grip on your ankles, the orgasm making your legs shake and spasm uncontrollably.

Your head lolled back, eyes closed as you rode out the last of it. You could feel yourself getting shifted, a coil of tail wrapping around your middle and the pressure inside your pussy grew.

Wrestling your head up you saw both shafts, heads already spearing you, guided in by Zammzt, his head bowed, a blissful expression on his face, red hair spilling all over it. You’ve never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

You reached out to him and he obediently lowered his body, letting you wrap arms around his neck. You could still taste some of his venoms in the kiss, but now it felt only like some good mulled wine.

Legs round his waist, you’ve braced yourself for when he finally starts moving.

There was no pain, much to your surprise. The coil around you and strong hands under your bum set a slow pace, letting you adjust. The top pair embraced you as your kiss broke, staying forehead to forehead as you both watched him going in and out of you.

You could feel the muscles under your fingers shaking with restraint, nostrils flaring.

-”Do it” – your voice sounded strange in your ears. -”I won’t break, I promise”. – to get your point across you bit down on the pointy tip of his ear, making him grunt.

It was all the warning you got before being slammed down hard, lifted up high and slammed again. The tempo was much faster than before, thrusts wilder and deeper. Squelching sounds your bodies were making normally would put you off but right now they were just and an invitation to sneak one hand down between your bodies, finding the poor, abused clit.

The scales, ridges of Zammzt’s cock and now your furious rubbing were almost too much for the little nub, tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain. This was going to be your last one and you wanted to make it count.

-”Harder” – you whispered in the naga’s ear. -”I want you to cum with me. In me”. – every breathy word was punctuated by a gentle bite on his jaw and neck. You could see him swallowing hard, eyelids fluttering.

The grip around your middle got tighter and he was bringing your bodies together faster and faster. You could feel those incredible bumps inside you. Shifting yourself as much as his grip allowed to, you made damn sure they were going against all the right spots as your fingers teased and pinched.

It was so sudden, a particularly vicious thrust at just the right time and your walls squeezed and fluttered, muscles milking the cocks inside you even while your hips floundered in Zammzt’s vice grip.

You could taste copper through the haze in your mind and vaguely feel bursts of heat spruting inside you, overflowing down your body. But it was all far away, your ears felt like stuffed with cotton, body going limp and feeling extremely heavy.

There was a moment of confusion when you opened your eyes. This was a different cave, flooded with warm amber light, hundreds of niches carved into walls, each holding scrolls, books and all manner of tablets, from stone to clay.

Then you realised what woke you up. The rattle between your legs, going in and out lazily, motion soothing, almost pacifying rather than sexual. Still, your fingers joined in, expecting soreness but there was none.

Your body didn’t feel tired or in pain, rather satiated like after a generous meal… or really good sex. You laughed.

-”Ah, I see you are awake” – silkiness of Zammzt’s voice washed over you. -”You have to forgive me, it appears that humans nowadays are less … sturdy. The purification and our bonding took more toll on you than I’ve expected. Becoming a demi-goddess is never easy, but now you can be at my side as a bride for as long as I live”. – he raised your free hand and kissed it.

You were half-aware of what he was saying, head still swimming with the afterglow. The two of you seemed to be nestled in a pile of throws and pillows, small creatures looking like snakes with arms darting around the cave, pilling more and more scrolls in front of it.

-”The Scribes, my servants. Our servants”. – he explained as you rolled onto your hands and knees. -”I assumed you’d like to peruse my archive-Aah!”

Your hands easily found their way to the slit in the scales, tongue darting in and you gently pulled the sides. Right now the only knowledge you were interested in was how it would feel to have those amazing cocks in both your holes at once.

You had an entire new world of things to learn.