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A Naga's Pornstar Crush by Zmeydros (Edited by Tiliquain)

It was just warm enough for me to go outside without wearing the special two-thousand-dollar covering that had been designed to protect my lower half from the chill of winter. Dead leaves that had been liberated from the snow and ice were caked in the gutters along the road. My tongue darted out bringing back the musty scent of those sopping leaves.

A gust of wind caused some of the stuck-together leaves to flake off and tumble down the street as my bus pulled up.

It took a good few seconds for the bus driver to realize she had to open the door to let me in. As I slithered up the stairs, her eyes widened until I wondered whether they were going to fall out of their sockets and roll across the floor. Ignoring her aghast expression, I pressed my bus pass against the reader until it gave a reassuring beep.

Hoping to snap the bus driver out of her shock, I said, "Good afternoon."

"G-good afternoon, ma'am." Her eyes darted toward the back of the bus. "Sir? Could you move to one of the empty seats further back to make some room?"

A man in a yellow-brown corduroy jacket looked up from the book he was reading, his eyes immediately going to my pornstar-sized bust. Then his eyes moved in jumps, up to my face, down my black pleated skirt, and across all fifteen feet of my tail.

He blushed as he got up and muttered, "Sorry, don't see many, um, whatever you are."

"I'm a naga," I said for the thousandth time.

The place he'd been sitting was a row of three seats connected to the wall of the bus that could be folded up to make room for wheelchairs. I sat on the third seat and wound my tail back and forth trying to get as much of it as possible under the seats so I wouldn't trip anyone.

The bus driver pulled away from the curb.

The man had the air of a Chinese ambassador and had the most perfect haircut I'd ever seen. "A naga, huh? How did you end up like that?" He leaned forward placing his forearms on the back of the gray heavy-duty plastic and metal divider that was in front of the first row of front-facing seats. His watch practically sparkled on his wrist now that it had been revealed to the daylight.

"I had an accident at an augmentation clinic." I would have given an answer that didn't lead to more questions, but this guy looked intimidatingly shrewd. My first guess was that he was a lawyer: his watch looked to be worth six months rent.

His brow furrowed in honest confusion. "If it was an accident, why didn't you get changed back?"

I blushed. "I actually like my body better this way."

"Well, you're the most unique augment I've ever seen."

"I get that a lot," I admitted. "I'm actually a bit anxious because this is my first time in Averten since the accident."

"Let me guess, you're from the south?"

"Yeah, it's the accent isn't it?"

He nodded. "It comes through loud and clear even though you've got a snout."

"People think I sound strange on the phone, my s's are a bit hissy because of my tongue."

He grinned. "It makes you sound a bit like a reptilian antagonist from a children's cartoon, but I like it."

"Glad you think sssso!" I milked that "s" for all it was worth.

Other people on the bus looked at me from the corners of their eyes while the guy I was talking to had a good laugh. Tilting his head, he asked, "You mentioned being anxious?"

"Yeah, everyone in my small college town knows I've changed and it's finally to the point where people on the street aren't doing a double take. I'm having to go through having people jump or look at me with shock all over again."

"Now I feel bad for singling you out." He looked down at the floor.

"No, it's fine." I settled into that calm conversation enjoying being treated like a normal person for once.

After getting off the bus, I took the subway downtown. All eyes were on me in the moderately clean, ancient, all-steel, subway car. Many of the people watching me had augments and were likely wondering how I afforded to get so much work done. Also, judging me for going "too far" with my augmentation. At least a couple of them were blushing and checking me out. One of them had cute floppy bunny ears and the other had a feline tail and ears.

I smiled at each of them and they turned away realizing they were staring. The moment I looked back down at my frilly pink blouse, I saw their heads turn back toward me. It would have been unfair of me to judge them for their fascination since my own fascination with a naga porn actress is what caused the accident that changed me.

That porn actress, Vixi, was popular enough to afford an apartment in downtown Averten, so I was sure there were a lot of people fixated on her. Other than the fact that I looked like her, I had no idea why she'd invited me to dinner. Part of me was worried she'd ask me to stop making porn using her look. Another part, the part that was winning, was wanting to masturbate for the third time today. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to entangle my body with hers, have her twin cocks inside me, and then fuck her in return.

Holding my slit shut to keep my pricks inside, I blushed. At this rate I was going to make a tent in my skirt and get even more looks. Oh how I wished I could just let it happen, let everyone know I was a herm. The tips of my dicks slipped out. Damnit! I was horny again!

I popped earbuds into the nondescript holes my ears had become. I had been worried not long after my change that my hearing would be affected, but my cobra-like hood actually directed sound into my new ears pretty well. In fact, if I angled my head and moved the muscles in my hood just right, my hearing was incredible. Eavesdropping on faraway conversations was a new guilty pleasure.

I distracted myself from the prying eyes, and my anxious giddiness about finally meeting Vixi, by listening to a podcast about using social media to promote one's porn business.

The podcast helped some, but I was feeling a draft under my skirt every time the doors opened which made me aware that the thin wrap I wore as underwear was wet with my own excitement. Which led me to fantasize about being exposed in public. I didn't make porn just for the money, I made porn because I adored the idea that people would get off from looking at my body, that they'd feel the way I did when I was watching Vixi cum on camera.

At the stop before mine, I put my dark brown leather purse-like backpack in my lap pressed down on my snatch through my skirt. I gasped softly and rolled my hips. I wanted someone to come and lift up my skirt, undo the buttons of my wrap, and make love to my pussy with their face.

Now there was a slight tent in my skirt. It was well hidden by my backpack for the time being, but if I let myself get much harder, my skirt would get pulled up along with my underwrap. I'd tried having a wrap that wasn't stretchy and kept my pricks in check when I got excited, but the pain of having my cock heads forced against tight restrictive fabric was unbearable. Plus, controlling myself in public was usually no problem.

Once my arousal got past a certain point, however, the more I thought about how I needed to calm down, the harder I got.

Six inches of my shafts were out of my slit when the doors opened for my stop. I got up and awkwardly held my bag in front of my crotch as I left the subway car.

Anyone peering from the side would realize I had something under my skirt and many of them would suspect what was actually there. Luckily, ascending the stairs that exited the station distracted me from lewd thoughts and by the time I was at the top my erections were almost under control.

As I was marveling at the intricate vine patterns in the black wrought iron railings that prevented people from falling into the staircase from the street, someone screamed. The source of the scream was a fifty-year-old man with grey just starting to show in his hair. He was gripping his chest and staring at me in abject horror. Unfortunately, a lot of people were afraid of snakes and the amount of fear tended to scale with the size of the snake. I'd long since figured out that trying to comfort these people was counterproductive, so I just said, "Sorry," and gave him a wide berth as I made my way down the street.

Someone stepped on my tail as I was staring up at the tall mottled brick buildings with deep-set windows. My wince in pain was accompanied by the perpetrator saying, "Oh! I'm so sorry!"

I didn't bother to look back at them. The sooner I was off this crowded, but charming, street, the better. The trees that lined the street were protected by ornate wrought iron cages.

After two more people tripped and stepped on my tail and I'd made a couple turns, I was in front of Vixi's building. With my heart beating so fast its individual beats were a blur, I texted her, "I'm here!"

"Whoa! You're twenty minutes early."

"Didn't want to get lost and end up late. I can find a coffee shop or something nearby and wait if you're not ready to have me," I sent back.

"No, it's fine as long as you don't mind helping me chop up some mushrooms."

"I'd be happy to help," I sent.

"Fantastic! On my way down."

When I finally saw her on the other side of the door, my eyes got wet. She was as beautiful as ever and her smile was as honest as they came. Her plum-colored satin v-neck was so low cut that I could see the curve on the underside of her breasts and her matching skirt was a bit shorter than mine. Holding the door open for me as I slithered inside, she looked me over from the top of my scaly head to the end of my tail.

The old cast iron staircase to my right was caked in many layers of black paint, but still managed to look stately.

After closing the door, she said, "Right and then it's the third door down."

The old wooden doors had even more character than the rest of the building. Somehow, the decades of nicks and scratches had only added to their appeal. I moved to the side to let her access her door and the moment we were both inside, she said, "I'm so glad you got the color wrong."

"Me too, if I looked exactly like you, I'd feel even worse than I already do." I frowned. My red was much deeper than her pinkish-red. I'd probably gotten the color wrong due to the flamboyant lighting of the bar scene I was thinking of when I transformed.

"At first, I was pissed that you stole my look, but then I read the article about what happened to you and I was an emotional wreck for a couple days."

I tilted my head and met her eyes, "Emotional wreck?"

"I was so angry: at you, the reporter for portraying you as a pervert, and the oafish pig of a pop psychologist who they let diagnose you with some over-hyped disorder just for wanting what you wanted." She shook her head. "And amongst all that anger, I remembered all the shit I went through after I chose to have my whole body done."

"I can only imagine what you went through. Full-body augments were less popular back then."

"Hey! No making me feel old, I'm not even thirty-five yet." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"S-sorry." I cringed.

She laughed. "I kid, I kid."

"Oh!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I bet you've gone through just as much shit as I have. Times have changed, but not that much," she said.

"I've been worrying about this meeting for a while and I have to ask, are we good? I kinda stole your identity and became a competitor in the same industry. If you want us to stop making videos, we will." My jaw clenched with worry. This was it, if she said she wanted us to stop, my main source of income for paying off my college loans, and the fines from my unlicensed full-body augmentation, would be gone.

She sighed and pinched at the scales between her eyes. "I no longer have a beef with you, but the other part, I'm not sure. You seem like a genuinely nice person, so I'm less apprehensive than I was before. Honestly, I don't even know if I could stop you if I wanted to."

"I would stop if you asked me to, period." I held up my hands as if to surrender.

"That means a lot...Okay, things got way way too heavy for you just entering my home. How about you help me finish dinner and then we dive back into the deep stuff?"

"O-okay." I looked at the floor.

"Are you a hugger?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Putting her arms around me, she said, "You look like you really need a hug."

I hugged her back feeling our massive tits squish against each other. The touch of her scales, her curves, was like getting a bucket of lust dumped on me. I'd spent so much time lusting after her that my body didn't know how else to react.

She tightened the hug. "Mmm. This is nice."

I pleaded with my cocks to stay put, but they were pressing against her before I could extract myself from the hug. My heart sunk when she suddenly let go and backed away.

"I should've known that would happen," she said, staring at the rise in my skirt.

I turned away, "Sorry."

"Were you hoping to fuck me during this visit?" she asked.

My jaw hung open for a moment before I said, "A-are you sure you want me to answer that?"

She nodded and then grinned. "I'm a porn star. I can handle it."

"In most of my fantasies concerning you, I'm the one getting fucked first. Then we switch." I blushed deepening the red on my cheeks.

She laughed. "I like the way you think."

I looked away from her shyly.

Clapping her hands, she said, "Let's get dinner going." She pointed at the area of her white-tiled countertop next her deep stainless steel sink where a cutting board with some portobello caps was sitting. "The mushrooms are on the counter. Cut them into quarter-inch slices while I pound down the stromboli dough for the second rise."

"Were you planning to cook with me all along?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. I find the best way to get to know someone is to collaborate with them. If you were a jerk, you'd try to get out of it, and if you were a creep, you'd have me on a pedestal so high that you'd go out of your way to try and impress me with every task."

"Doesn't telling me how you rate people invalidate your test?" I asked as I washed my hands in the sink.

As she pulled a stainless steel bowl out of her warming drawer and set it on the counter, she said, "You're not a jerk because you care about my feelings and you're not a creep because you didn't try to grope me the first time I touched you."

"Huh, I can only imagine the other traits you're looking for," I said.

"Don't worry yourself, this is going well already. If you get on my nerves, I'll let you know."

I picked up the knife. "Are the mushrooms washed?"

"Yep! All you gotta do is cut them."

"Perfect," I said and started slicing.

She hummed as she pounded down the dough and kneaded it a bit. Then she put it back in a bowl and put it in the warming drawer of her oven.

"Are you humming the intro song to my porn videos?" I asked her.

She turned around, a deep blush on her face. "It's really catchy."

"Wait, how many of my videos have you watched?"

"A few," she said in a non-committal way as she grabbed the nonstick frying pan that was sitting on her drying rack.

Now I was blushing. Of course she'd watched them. How could she not? She was clearly into her own body and I was close enough it was probably a bit like watching herself have sex. I didn't know how to continue the conversation from there, so I worked to finish up cutting the mushrooms.

She set the frying pan on the stove and then got a bag of Italian mix shredded cheese out of the fridge. Measuring out the cheese, she added it to a bowl of meat she'd prepared. My tongue was slipping out to taste the air frequently now that all the smells of cooking were surrounding me.

After she stirred the cheese in, she said, "I hope you like mushrooms and pork. I have vegetarian beef crumbles in case you don't eat meat."

"That Italian sausage smells amazing. Did you spice the ground pork yourself or did you buy it pre-made?"

"I spiced it myself. I grow my own fresh basil in the living room window," she said.

"Mushrooms are done," I said feeling a bit of pride about my neat slices.

"Throw them in the pan."

I did so using the knife to push them off the cutting board. "I've never had mushrooms in stromboli before, but I haven't had much stromboli. I'm looking forward to trying it."

"It's to die for. Mushrooms taste incredible with fats, so the cheese and the meat both go very well with them." She tossed some spices and a bit of oil into the pan as the mushrooms started to sizzle. Then she motioned for me to move closer. "Come keep me company while I push some recently dead fungus around in this pan."

I laughed as I moved up next to her right side. "That's the worst way you could have said that."

She chuckled. "I thought that would get a laugh out of you."

In the few seconds while she worked to stir the pan, my mind wandered back to her earlier admission. "So, when you watched my porn, were you hate watching it or did you actually like it?"

"I've never understood hate watching. If something gives me strong negative feels, I don't subject myself to it."

"But you're not sure if you're okay with me continuing to use what is essentially your image to make money?" I asked trying to distract myself and her from the fact that my pricks and pussy were getting excited all over again. In my mind's eye, she was stroking and fingering herself while watching Brady fuck me with his big meaty horsecock. It was almost too much.

"You're using the money to pay off school loans, right?"

"Yeah, actually," I said.

She flipped a bunch of the mushroom slices over and then looked me in the eye. "How about this? Once we get the stromboli in the oven, you tell me, in your own words, how you ended up transforming to look like me. I'm honestly still a bit creeped out by it, but I've also watched a lot of your porn, so I have some very mixed feelings that I'm trying to untangle."

"Sorry again for what happened." I looked away unable to endure the weight of her gaze.

"The apology in your email was more than enough. It's the reason why you're here, actually."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "It was very thoughtful and came at the right time."

"I figured if I didn't reach out to you, all you'd have for reference was bad reporting." I moved back to give her some room as she shut off the burner and lifted up the pan.

When she poured the mushrooms in with the meat, she said, "I feel bad about not contacting you sooner. I honestly didn't know what to feel for a good while there."

I sighed. "Neither did I."

Setting the pan down, she wrapped her tail around mine encircling it in a scaly hug. "You seemed so scared the first time I saw you on the news. Your frown after the reporter asked how your change would affect your plans for the future still makes my heart ache."

"I was terrified." I didn't deserve her kindness. Ever since the change, I'd felt like I'd stolen something from her. She had done all this to become unique and she must have put a lot of work into planning what she'd look like after the change.

"I was angry." She grabbed a pair of glass baking dishes from under the cupboard and sprayed them with cooking spray before putting half the dough in each. "But I still felt for you."

As she started spreading out the dough in one pan, I moved up and spread out the dough in the other. She smiled at the fact I'd caught on to what she'd want help with next. I further entangled our tails fascinated by the complex arrangement of scales and muscles as we made each side of a double helix. "I only knew you from your porn and was worried you'd start a legal battle with me or something."

"Wow, I'm glad I'm not that petty." Her tail squeezed mine.

"Me too." I squeezed back.

Her tongue was sampling the air more frequently now. "Are you getting wet again?"

I blushed and started to untangle my tail from hers. "Whoops." My body was doing its own thing, as it often did. Sometimes I wondered if I'd envisioned myself as an oversexed being during my transformation and made it a reality.

She resisted my attempt to untangle wrestling my tail with hers. "If the price if this amazing tail cuddling is you getting wet, I'm willing to pay it."

The wrestling of our tails, the twitching of her muscles against mine, was too much and I moaned as I struggled to keep my cocks inside.

"That was a very sexy moan," she said as she broke an egg and dumped it into the filling.

My tongue caught her own arousal in the air. It was a lot like mine, but spicier, and made my nipples tingle madly. "Seems that got us both worked up."

"Feels good to have company when you're worked up, doesn't it?" I could see the grin on the side of her snout as she stirred the egg in.

What was I supposed to say to that? I furrowed my brow. Was she coming on to me? Damn! My cocks were refusing to cooperate!

"Popping boners, are we?" she teased.

"Gah!" That was it, inches spilled out stretching my wrap and tenting my skirt. Our tongues were sampling the air every second.

She looked at the tent in my skirt before she poured the filling on top of the part of the dough that was lining the bottom of our baking pans. "You're adorably easy to tease, you know that?"

"Y-yeah," I panted out, still trying to get control of my libido.

Covering the filling with the flap of dough she'd draped over the edge of the pan, she said, "If it gets too tight, just go nude, okay?"

"What!?" I balked before pulling the dough over the top of the filling on my pan.

"Honey, it's not like those clothes are hiding anything I haven't already seen and touched. I've got my own set, remember?" She folded the dough along the edges making a seal. Then she took a small knife and cut slits in the top.

Panic and arousal fought inside me as I struggled to make the fine movements required to crimp the edge of the dough.

It was getting way too tight in my crotch and it didn't help that I could smell she was quite wet herself. I could practically taste her. Where I had a hint of fresh fig, she had a hint of apricot. Our scents were fantastic together! I tried not to think of us fucking as destiny, but I was stuck in my feedback loop of knowing I shouldn't get more horny which made me more horny.

"You're looking mighty uncomfortable, there," she said as she put the pans in the oven.

Maybe I'd never learn how to traverse the slippery slope that was my arousal. My wrap was being stretched to its limit. As I washed my hands, she grinned at the bounce my throbbing cocks were adding to my skirt. I moved away from the sink so she could wash her hands.

Shutting off the water, she said, "You can get off in my bathroom if this is making you uncomfortable."

Biting my lip, carefully because I had fangs, I reached down and unsnapped the buttons of my skirt. They ran all the way down so I could just pull the thing off without having to work it off my tail. My wrap was the same and my hands shook as I unbuttoned it for her greedy eyes. As my dicks and snatch were exposed to the hot moist air of her kitchen, I hissed in relief.

"I'm gonna have to remember not to tease you. You're at full mast!" There was a bit of pride in her smile. She grabbed a paper towel from a dispenser underneath the cupboard next to the sink and handed it to me. "Here, so you can deal with your little trail of girlcum."

My big, puffy, needy, pussy twitched at her mention of its wetness. Wiping at it in a way that didn't make me even moister was a challenge, but after a few sharp moans, I had things more or less under control.

"Why don't we cuddle on my couch while you tell me your story?" She started heading into her living room which was through an archway with dark wood molding along it. The molding had a simple vine pattern in it that ran the entire length.

As I followed her, I picked up my lower garments and said, "I don't know, every time I tell it nowadays, I get really...excited...if you catch my drift."

"I'm not sure how you could get more excited than you already are, but if I'm feeling uncomfortable, I'll let you know. So far, it's like watching myself get worked up in the mirror and it's kinda fun." She laid back on the couch taking up its entire length and still having several feet of her tail run off the end and across the floor. Such was the way of nagas. If we didn't coil up on ourselves, we took up a ton of space.

I let her pull me up against her. I was laying slightly further down the couch so my scaly hood was against her cleavage. Her crotch was warm against the small of my back. Her scent filled my every breath and my tongue was still excitedly darting out of my mouth. My cocks stood at attention bouncing with my heartbeat. I resisted the urge to touch myself because she hadn't said it would be okay for me to just start going at it while laying against her.

A deep greed grew in me as we entwined our tails. This was nice, but I wanted us to get rid of the layers of clothing still separating our scales.

To distract myself from the wants of my body, I began to tell her my unabridged account of how I ended up looking like her. It actually allowed me to relax a bit at first because I had to introduce my friends and the situation that Gill had gotten us into as well as Brady and his "fuck the rules" attitude.

When I mentioned Brady's idea to trick the augmentation clinic into doing an equine augment of his cock, Vixi said, "Wow, he's extra."

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't know why I find it so charming."

"Bad boys get away with so much, don't they?" She chuckled.

"Or, in his case, they get caught and have to do some community service," I said.

"I thought both of you got off with fines, I didn't know he got community service."

"We both did, actually. The owner decided that fines weren't enough. I didn't mind it too much because I felt like it was destigmatizing for people to see me out helping the community. Brady was pissed the whole time, but I'm afraid what sorts of things he'd do if he never ran into consequences."

"I know some people like that." She idly stroked my hood making me coo and conform to her front.

We silently basked in each other's warmth for a couple minutes. My erections had retreated, my pussy was only a little moist and what we were doing felt like normal, if not extremely intimate, cuddling.

Eventually, I started telling the story again, but she stopped me after I said, "So, I kinda had to run to the bathroom and masturbate after touching Gill's new tail."

"That's all it took? Touching his tail?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking about what your tail would feel like."

She tightened her tail around mine. "Wow, so you've always had a hair trigger for horniness?"

"No, I only really started having trouble once I found herm stuff."

"Did you realize you wanted to be one before you changed?"

"For, maybe a year prior, I fantasized about having a pussy almost every day and sometimes squeezed my chest trying to simulate the sensation of having breasts. I think if I hadn't changed when I did, I would have saved up and gone in for gender augmentation eventually. Of course, I didn't realize it at the time," I said.

"Huh, it was the same for me, actually, though I got to the point where I decided to get changed and you just kinda fell into it."

"Yeah, how graphic do you want me to be about my transformation when I get to that part?"

"If you're comfortable telling me all the naughty details, I wanna hear them." She ran her fingers over where my breast connected to my side in a way entirely different from how she'd touched me up until now: she was pressing harder, almost like a massage, but something about it made my exposed crotch dampen.

My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I tried to decide whether to mention her sensual touching. She knew I wanted to have sex with her, so I figured she was just teasing me for fun. I knew how fun it was to be lusted after and was glad she was enjoying herself.

Her hands didn't need any encouragement. As I described getting set up for the procedure, they moved up under my shirt and bra so she could fondle by bare bosom. When I mentioned the pleasure of my tail coming in, she took my nipples between her fingers. I gasped and bucked against her front tasting her arousal in the air. Each time I stopped, she told me to keep telling my tale. By the time I got to the part where I was describing the immense pleasure of my pussy coming in, her hands were making their way down my belly closer and closer to my snatch. Before they could reach my pussy, my pricks pushed out of their slit blocking the way.

As I described my first female orgasm, her hands went right past my cocks without even the slightest touch and found their target. My storytelling stopped cold as I shuddered in her embrace, her fingers tracing over my swollen vulva just shy of the wet cleft in the center. I clenched my eyes shut and cried out when she put the palm of her left hand against my mound and let me grind against it.

My sopping sex was making a slick, but she just kept rubbing, kept making my eyes clench and my body writhe against her. Then her palm was gone and the cool air of the room was once again kissing my cunt.

I tried to look back at her so I could read her face, but she grabbed me around the middle and held me against her. As I attempted to ask her about her intensions, I felt her tail untangle from mine and, before I knew what was happening, she was shoving the end of it inside me. I'd had my own tail in there numerous times, but someone else's tail? Never. I had no control over the undulations she made with it and she entered me as fast as I could tolerate it.

While I was moaning and sputtering against her, she pulled off my top and bra. Her hands groped my full breasts as she said, "Want me to get naked?"

"Oh yes!" I moaned out.

"Well, turn around and undress me, then." She ran her forked tongue against the backside of my hood.

As I moved my tail under me so I could roll off the couch to turn around, she pushed more of her tail inside me stretching me wide open with her girth. I moved in spasms, caught in throes of ecstasy, as I positioned myself to undress her. She lifted her torso up allowing me to easily free her of her top and bra. The moment her breasts fell free, I pressed my snout against them. Their warmth permeated my scales and their enormity made my shafts painfully hard.

I'd gotten the idea for my wrap from her, so her skirt and last remaining undergarment were easily removed. How she'd managed to keep her dicks at bay was beyond me and when I tried to move my head down to lick at her cock slit, she grabbed my head and shoved against her snatch.

"Look at how wet you made me. Clean it up!" She smeared her wetness across my face.

It was like we were in one of her videos. She was usually in control, taking pleasure as she pleased. I gladly licked into her as she brought my pussy to the brink of orgasm by twisting her tail inside me.

She bucked her hips, I enjoyed her spice cookie taste. No pussy I'd ever played with had been this sweet.

Then there was a rush like sticking your head out of a car window on a sweltering day. Ecstasy that was both heat and light caused me to fall backwards. She caught me, wrapping me in her body, pulling me against her front once again. As I rode out my orgasm, she ground against my back, pricks slipping out of her, pressing up against me.

The more of her erections I felt, the more desperate I was to have them inside me. When I tried to turn around, to get my pussy into position, she held me tight and said, "I don't think you want them enough, yet."

"Please! I need them!" Words were getting difficult to grab on to.

"I'll let you turn around, but I want to try something before I shove my cocks in you."

"Okay! Anything!" I bit my lip and took a deep breath so I wouldn't just jump her when she let me go.

The moment I felt her coils loosen, I rolled so I was facing her. This brought our cocks into contact and she reached down to manipulate them so all four of our members were rubbing against each other. She gasped and said, "Oooh! Snake cock scissoring feels fantastic!"

It did, it really did. I couldn't speak, I just basked in the complex sensation of her throbbing flesh against my own. We started thrusting of our own accord and that soon devolved into wrestling.

We slithered around each other, each trying to rub against the other harder. When we rolled off of the couch and onto the floor, we entwined our entire bodies trying to constrict each other into submission. It seemed the goal was to make it so one of us was completely unable to move. She had far more experience with it and eventually had herself coiled around me several times.

As I stared into her eyes, horny and needy on a level beyond comprehending. She moved her hips back. One of her shafts pressed between my labia as it slid down.

When the tip of that shaft was making its way across my engorged snatch, she grabbed her lengths with one hand and pulled them together. In her eyes, I saw a glorious flash of dominance before she entered me with both at once. I'd never had anything like that inside me and I gasped so hard that I started coughing.

She waited for my coughing to subside before kissing me and shoving forward. The more I opened for her, the more I felt the slight pinch of the tight space between her pricks, the more I hissed and twitched in her full-body grasp.

"This is un-fucking-believeable!" she exclaimed as she got the last inch in me. "You took all of me!"

I was so close to another orgasm that I forgot language existed. Instead of replying, I ground mindlessly against her. She moaned and loosened her grip on me just enough that we could thrust against each other.

As she pummeled my passage, we rolled around on the floor, twisting our bodies around each other and grabbing at each other with our hands.

This went on until she had my front pressed down against the cold slate of her living room floor and was thrusting into me from the side. I felt utterly crushed by the weight of the pleasure, completely unprepared for its intensity. So much of our bodies were touching, all that hot scaly skin and muscle caught in a dance of ecstatic contractions. A heavy tingling filled my belly as my body tensed in breathless expectation of my release.

I scraped my claws against the stone as a mind-blowing orgasm hit me. My hiss became a bestial cry of pleasure. Having my nipples pressed up against the unyielding stone beneath them added a satisfying edge to to the ecstasy.

Holding me there she pounded me until I came again, and then she breathed out, "Want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes! Do it!" I begged.

One more thrust from her, a thrust she leaned into hard enough to make us scoot across the floor, and both of her shafts got thicker with pulsing waves running up their lengths. Her heat spilled into me combatting the chill from the stone, one spurt at a time. I came again, my voice hoarse from yelling.

She hissed and gasped and groaned as she filled me till her sticky torrent spilled out of me.

We slid our scales against each other, forming an embrace in a way only two nagas could as we rode out a near-comatose afterglow. Neither of us spoke until a few minutes later when she said. "How about we share? I'm in some of your porn videos, you're in some of mine. We can get our viewers to cross-populate and hopefully both of us will make more money in the long run."

I grinned showing my teeth. I hadn't smiled that wide in months. "Sure! Brady does our administrative stuff, so you can work out the business end of things with him."

"Sounds good." She nuzzled my cheek. "So, I'm still wet, wanna start the second round?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" She grabbed my half-erect shafts and started stroking.

Her pricks had only gone down slightly and she shifted her hips from side to side teasing my snatch as she went about getting me hard again. I grunted and wiggled against her, my heart starting to race. I was astounded by how much energy she had.

The maddening scent of her sex was soon the only thing I could think about. I twisted and pulled off of her pricks as I put mine at her entrance. She grabbed them and hooked her tail around me forcing me to plunge into her. Of course, she wasn't the type to beg, I thought as I was enveloped by her damp hot tunnel.

Hilting myself in her, my eyes clamped shut and I let out a deep moan. I'd only ever put both my cocks into toys and feeling them rub against each other while surrounded by an actual cunt nearly got me off on its own. Even though she was trying to speed things up, I had to go slow to regain my composure.

Instead of trying to wrestle her, I cradled her in my sinuous body and shared passionate kisses with her. Our tongues could play games similar to those of our bodies and we fascinated ourselves with the infinite arrangements of their slick dextrous lengths.

I used my hands and my claw-like nails to tease at her huge tits: I used my weight to press down on them, I dug my claws in just enough to make her gasp, and flicked her nipples. Each bit of affection I gave them, caused her to clench around me and squeeze my cocks against each other. My whole body burned with exertion and I panted hotly through my nostrils as we traversed each other's mouths, careful of our sharp fangs. It was all too much, a tight knot of fire behind my cocks raged as I tried to hold back my release.

By the time her moans became sharper and higher-pitched, I was pretty desperate. I broke the kiss to admit, "I'm close!"

"Go for it!" she cheered.

There was no stopping it. A chain of surges from from the end of my tail to the tips of my cocks hit me with potent pleasure as I exploded inside her. My cum came out so hard that my pricks tingled. I pressed my breasts against hers and clung to her as I rode out my orgasm. A bit of pride welled up in me as my seed spilled out of her having taken up all the available space already.

Determined to cum with me, she gyrated her hips and made my phalluses shift every which way while bouncing on them. The last bounce ended with her mashed up against me, forcing me in as far as possible.

Her mouth flew open and she screeched in blissful release. If I could have orgasmed again, her passage milking my dicks would have done it. I was helpless against her, hanging onto her as if we'd been thrown into the middle of a squall.

Now that we'd both gotten off both ways, we cuddled for ages in a lazy tangle of scales.

As we recovered from the stupor of afterglow, we felt along each other's bodies showing appreciation and affection for our forms. With her hand idly groping my left breast, she said, "Want to have a sleep over?"

"Let me guess, you have lots more positions you want to try?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"I'd love that, I feel amazing right now."

"Honestly, I've never felt better."

I nodded. "Therapists told me many times to learn to love myself, but I think we just did one better and made love with ourselves."

"It's like being able to hop through the mirror and sex up your reflection...Narcissism at its finest."

"But you're better than my reflection. My reflection would never be as dominant as you were earlier."

She grinned. "And my reflection and I would be too busy fighting to see who's the top to get around to having sex."

"Heh, I guess we're going to make a good match in porn, then."

She pinched one of my nipples making me squirm and fidget. "Whatever you say, sister."

I blushed drastically darkening the pink of my hood.

"Oh my God! You're just a big pile of kinks aren't you?" she teased.

"Says the first herm naga porn star in the entire world," I shot back.

"Shut up!" she pushed me playfully.

"Make me!" I said before pulling my cocks out of her and speeding toward her bedroom.

THE END

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