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Top Naga Total Gym

By Danath

Luvian © Luvian

Written during Freebies Vol. 85: Mind Control Edition!

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Luvian stood in front of the doors to the TN Total Gym, hesitating for a moment before pushing his way through the darkened glass to the inside lobby. The wolfbird had the worst of luck with finding the right gym, especially one properly open during the evenings and nights when he had the time to exercise, but maybe this place would break his run of bad luck, and he could actually get a half-decent workout in before-

"Welcome to TN Total Gym! Do you have a membership?" a raspy, feminine voice asked.

Luvian peered across the small lobby, which was only dimly lit by the lights in narrow, angular metal sconces along the walls. Besides the front desk, where a large naga waited behind a tablet computer, there were a pair of double doors on either side leading into the gym proper, and little else besides the gym's name and logo in a large graphic on the wall.

"Uh, no, I don't have a membership," he said, holding his gym bag a little closer to his side.

It wasn't that he had something personal against nagas, or snakes, or wolves, or really any big predator, but they always seemed to find something interesting about him. This one seemed harmless enough - she was tall, or at least coiled up to be taller than he was, but appeared to be all business as she took his information and checked him for a complimentary trial visit. Luvian's eyes drifted a few times down towards the naga's chest, which stretched the collared polo shirt so much that the gym's logo was distorted to illegibility. Once or twice he saw movement from the corner of his eye; the wolfbird realized it was the tip of the naga's long lower body, the whole bottom half being essentially a long, powerful, and prehensile tail.

Luvian blinked when he realized she'd asked him a question. He had to force his eyes away from the repeating pattern of brightly colored scales that ran along her sides, back, and arms. The bright reds and yellows and greens appeared even when he closed his eyes and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Owing to the naga's fit, toned body, the scales shifted across her muscles, adding to the rippling effects that formed repeating loops inside his mind.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked. "I kind of, uh, zoned out."

"Oh, don't worry about it, sugar," the naga said. Luvian's ears twitched - did he detect a hint of amusement in her voice? "I was just saying that you can find the changing room through the doors on the right. Feel free to use any of the equipment or facilities in the gym, and ask any of the attendants for help if you need it."

"Oh, thank you," Luvian said, standing up straight. "Was that all?"

The naga's smile grew. "That's all."

Luvian shivered and pulled his eyes away from her ringed markings to go into the locker room. If anything, it was even darker and dimmer inside, though considerably warmer and much more humid than the lobby. The wolfbird felt like he was treading water by the time he found a free locker and opened it. The changing room was empty, as although the gym was open twenty-four hours a day, it was late, and so there were few visitors. The wolfbird changed quickly into a pair of basic black gym shorts and a black t-shirt, which he tugged into place across his dark gray pelt and around the two large wings sprouting from his back shoulders. The wings were covered with thick gray fur on the upper half, rust red feathers trailing down the lower fringe, and were nearly as tall as the wolfbird himself. When tucked behind him, they didn't take up much space, and he rarely found reason to unfurl them indoors - especially when he was planning on getting a workout in. To that end, he had a soft, stretchy fabric band that went around his chest and the upper portion of his wings to keep them pulled together and against his back, preventing them from accidentally catching in any of the machinery.

The main floor of the gym was impressive, and Luvian marveled at the array of equipment, free weights, and running machines. There were a few glass-walled rooms as well full of equipment for different classes - yoga mats and the like. The floor was made of polished, sealed gray concrete, though plenty of soft black foam pads were present around the large room. What gave Luvian pause, though, wasn't the number of other gym patrons present, but the type. Only three other people he could see were in the gym at the moment, but all three were nagas like the receptionist - but even bigger.

The wolfbird swallowed hard as he walked towards the nearest pod of equipment, though he felt eyes burning his pelt from behind. Nobody said anything, however, and he set to work on a leg press machine after doing some warm-up stretches.

Hoping to avoid unwanted attention, Luvian focused on himself, not paying attention to the other gym members as he went through the start of his workout as he'd planned. It wasn't until he'd gotten to his third station when a new scent struck him, freezing him in place. He recognized not the smell itself, but what that sort of a scent meant for him, usually, and he carefully turned his head to look around.

The wolfbird's ears flattened instinctively when a field of smooth, lightly colored belly scales filled his field of vision. Only a few feet away, he could see all the details of the tightly-knit scales rippling across a powerfully built stomach, with visible abs running down to the start of an equally long and powerful tail-like lower half. The naga had a loose skirt-like wrap around her hips, or at least, where her hips would be if she had legs, but it was more for modesty's sake than any real purpose. Luvian could also see where the concentric banding of bright, eye-popping colors blended into her pale belly and chest. Speaking of the chest... the wulfbird's eyes couldn't help but drift upwards, where a full bosom many times the size of his own head rested in a taut, straining sports bra. Like the skirt, it was a dark blue color that somehow made her muscular figure appear even more impressive. The naga leaned over, causing her full rack to swing and sway temptingly in front of the wolfbird, and got him a much closer look at the colorful, alternating rings of color on her shoulders and arms.

"My, aren't you a cutie," the naga said in a deep and silky smooth tone. "You're doing almost a hundred and fifty on the leg press? Good for you! Small guys can be tough, too."

Luvian would normally have bristled at being talked down to like that. Though certainly shorter in stature than the imposingly muscular naga, at least he was trying. He couldn't help genetics. But instead of retorting with a snappy comeback, Luvian simply stared at the patterns of color on her muscular arms. The naga noticed and flexed, curling the fat ball of muscle into a powerfully round shape in front of the wolfbird's open muzzle.

"You like that, little wolfy?" the naga asked, switching arms as she showed off. "Easy to understand why. A little male like you probably gets hard just looking at these guns, huh?"

Luvian blinked. And with some embarrassment, he realized that he was, indeed, getting very hard, and his gym shorts weren't exactly hiding it.

"Uh, I wasn't, I mean..."

"Hah! Yeah, right, you weren't looking, you little perv," the naga said with no real heat, grinning. She turned, showing off the full range of hypnotic colors across her mostly bare backside. "Well, feel free to look all you want, but just remember..." And here her voice took on an undercurrent that made Luvian hold back a shudder: "I'll expect something in return, cutie."

The wolfbird blinked again, then shook his head. The naga was getting into an arm curl machine to work on the 'guns', as she referred to them, though she kept casting the occasional lecherous glance his way. Luvian blinked again, still seeing flashes of her brightly colored scales behind his eyelids. Well, the wolfbird was used to being propositioned like that. As far as the flashing lights in his eyes went, Luvian brushed it off as simply being tired, and perhaps the heat and humidity in the gym messing with his senses. It was quite dark, warm, and damp, but even so, Luvian tried to get back to his workout, determined to at least get one good exercise session before he called it quits. Every machine he tried, however, he found his head swiveling towards the muscular naga and her rippling scales and patterns, which started to seem like they were glowing in the darkness, though Luvian was sure it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

The naga, of course, noticed each time his head turned and his ears laid back as he stared at her. And the gazes she put out for Luvian in return made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, especially once she started showing off the growing bulge under her skirt. But there was nothing he could do to help himself. With his nostrils flaring, breathing deep of the humid, musky scent, and his mind going fuzzy and static like an old television, the wolfbird didn't stand much of a chance. By the time he was leaning on the squat machine, openly staring, muzzle open, the naga smoothly drew up to him and grinned.

"Didn't I warn you about what would happen if you kept staring, cutie?" she asked, putting a huge arm up next to his head. Supporting herself on the bar of the machine behind, the big naga leaned in close, dropping her cleavage down in front of the dazed wolfbird's glassy eyes. She was breathing heavily from her hard work, making her immense torso bob teasingly in front of Luvian's dazed eyes. "Course, a little slut like you probably doesn't need much motivation for that sort of thing. Heh... look at you. Complete goner."

Luvian tried to look away, but his eyes kept tracking up the big, powerful arm next to him, the colored bands drawing in his gaze, the heat of the gym seeping into his body, sapping what little resistance he could muster as his mind blanked and he leaned forward, dazed. Suddenly off balance, Luvian let out a muffled squawk. His whole head dove between the naga's huge breasts up to the tips of his ears.

With lightning speed and efficiency, the naga struck. Her powerful coils suddenly whipped around the hybrid, covering him and hiding him completely from view save for the tips of his ears poking up from between her breasts. Gliding on the remaining bit of her long tail, she headed for a room in the back full of exercise balls. After drawing the blinds on the large glass window, leaving them in a murky, humid darkness lit only by the rectangular glow around the edges of the window, the naga uncoiled.

Luvian fell to his knees, coughing and gasping after having been squeezed and carried so abruptly.

"Hey! What are y... you... you..."

The wolfbird's eyes adjusted quickly, and the bright patterns appeared just as effective in the darker room as they had in the main area of the gym. His muzzle dropped open as his eyes reverted to their glass-like fixation.

"What am I?" the naga asked, grinning as her tail tip coiled around the wolfbird's leg. "I'm your mistress now, you hot little slut, and you're my cute little pet. Does that answer your question? Say something if you disagree, of course... heh..."

The naga's eyes held the wolfbird's vision, locking their gazes together. Her eyes flickered, glowing brightly with the same bright, alarming colors as the bands on her scales. Soon Luvian's eyes swirled with colors and he only moaned as her coils wound around his small body, pinning his legs and arms together as well as holding down his half-feathered, half-furred wings.

"And my cute little pet is going to do everything I want him to do, isn't he?"

The winged wolf's eyes blinked once or twice before his muzzle clamped shut, then opened.

"Y-Yes, mistress."

"Mmmhhh... yessssss, good boy," she hissed, a note of sibilant, domineering pleasure ratcheting up as she stroked her fingers through the fur on top of his head. His eyes were wide and unseeing, full of reds and yellows and greens, as she slowly pushed her hips forward, against the part of his upper body still uncoiled. "What a lucky naga I am, coming across such a cute and willing little pet like you..."

The wolfbird moaned as her sports bra dragged across his muzzle. Her scent was searing his nostrils, making it even harder to think. He twitched once, the only sign of any resistance remaining in his naga-addled brain. Inside the coils of snake flesh lower down, his arousal ached, throbbing and fully erect, as the powerful muscles inside those smooth scales rippled and squeezed and squirmed over his hips.

"Pretty boys like you ought to make more noise, don't you think?" the big naga said, her low hiss striking the half-bound male like lightning bolts. "Let's hear my cute little fucktoy make some noise now!"

"Nnnggghhh! Ahhhhh! Ooooooh, yessssss, yes, mistress... nnngggghhhh!"

"That's better," the naga said, face breaking into a broad smile as she listened to her trapped toy release a whole series of eager, lustful gasps. Her coils tightened even more as she struggled to restrain herself. She wanted to enjoy this one and not ruin him too quickly...

"Good boy. I think it's time to test that muzzle of yours. Doesn't that sound fun, pet?"

"Yes, mistmphh!"

The naga's huge biceps flexed as she easily grabbed Luvian around the hips and turned him upside down, dragging him free of her loosening coils. His cock flopped in his shorts as the relaxation of pressure suddenly allowed a few splurts of pent-up pre-cum to stain the front of the hybrid's shorts. The naga treated him as though he weighed nothing at all as she positioned him. Her coiled tail supported her lower half before eight or ten feet at the end flipped up, wrapping around his legs so that she could suspend him head-first above the rustling skirt, which was quickly and clearly filling with an impressive, musky maleness.

"Mmmhhh... fuck, I've been needing a hot new toy to play with... I've been so pent up lately," the naga groaned. "Yeah... mmmmhhhh, oh, fuck yeah... squirm for me, bitch!"

The powerful naga shoved Luvian down, dropping him by his ankles, planting his face into the fabric and the growing outline inside. The smooth, tight scales around his ankles and legs tightened, ruthlessly shoving him face-first into the growing shaft as the clearly inadequate covering was flipped backwards by the thickness.

"Open wide, pet! Time for your first feeding!"

Though Luvian tried to resist, he couldn't prevent his muzzle from stretching wide. Inside, he was trying to fight back, but as the tip of the naga's tail squeezed between his legs, teasing under his feathered tail, he could feel his erection dripping past his upturned torso.

And then she was inside his throat. There was no subtlety, no great technique to the naga's method. She was simply big, and she was simply going to throatfuck this cute little wolfbird until she was satisfied. Luvian felt her fingers digging into his body as his throat distended around the girth, unable to even swallow as she pumped deep, hard, forcing the still growing length right to the base before holding his nose to her lower belly. His ears flapped as she held him by the head fur in between, and his wings twitched against the band he'd put around them himself earlier.

"Ohhh, yeah, nice throat, slut! Ooh, yeah... I'm gonna get plenty of mileage out of you! Mmmmmfffff... ohhhh, yesssssssss... every inch, pet... oooh, right... right there! Yesssss!"

Hands far larger than his own clasped around Luvian's head, dragging the dazed wolfbird down and holding him against the base of the massive shaft as it hardened deep inside. His tail beat against the coils quickly wrapping around his knees and thighs as he squirmed and struggled to no avail. The huge, powerful hips ground against his nose as his lips spread, stretching thin over the fat, heavy, warm flesh bucking and lurching inside his distended throat.

"You pathetic tiny males are only good for this," the naga groaned. She started humping, slow and languorous, making sure she matched the pace she set with her lower coils to deepthroat the squirming wolfbird each time. "Aren't you glad you're being put to good use for once? No more time wasted trying to build your own muscles when you can just... nnnnffffuuuuck... worship mine, instead! Ha ha!"

Luvian's blank mind didn't let him react other than to try and clench, suck, and swallow as much of the thick, sticky pre-cum pumping into his muzzle and belly depending on where the tip of her cock was lodged. He couldn't imagine doing anything else, not with this growing need and heat building up inside of him. The hypnotic patterns of the muscular naga's body danced in front of his eyes as she leered down at him, watching as his jaws warped around the girth of her now fully erect staff. His legs, lifted up, allowed the huge length to stick out at a natural angle from her hips while bringing the cute little male down to meet her.

"Mmmhh, oh, yeah... nnnnfff... fuck yeah... I heard a rumor around town that there was a hot little wolfbird slut going to all the gyms in need of a good dicking," the naga grunted. "Can't believe you walked... nnnfff... right into mine!"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrustthrustthrustthrustthrust.

"Fuckin... tiiiiiiight," the naga moaned.

Luvian's nostrils widened, though not to inhale. Instead, thick and clear pre-cum spilled out and sloshed over the naga's smooth scales, making them even slicker, muskier, and tighter than ever around the wriggling wolfbird caught among them. The small male's belly bulged outwards as his hips quivered, unable to buck, as her tail explored deeper under his tail and teased at his hole, making him squirm and wriggle all the more as his cock jerked, pulsing with arousal.

"Fuck, this throat is so good... nnnffff... oh, yeah... I could do this alllllll night," the naga gasped. Her muscles bunched, tightening, each time she buried her shaft to the hilt inside the squirming, cum-soaked hybrid. "Though I'm not sure who's the lucky one here. Me, for finding a new, hot, tight little toy to play with, or you for getting the privilege of feeling my big, fat cock dump a few loads inside your pathetic little muzzle. Heh."

Again and again, the powerfully built naga pumped her huge length deep into the wolfbird's throat, swelling it from the inside. Each time she bottomed out, twin sprays of pre-cum erupted from his muzzle, planting her scent deep, deep into his sinuses, ensuring he'd be unable to properly breathe without her lustful musk for weeks, at least. Though with how the serpent was speaking, that musk wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Luvian, realizing what she was implying somewhere deep in his mind, only got harder at the idea of this huge, muscular snake possessing him, owning him, dominating him... making him belong to her...

"That's it... yeah... ohhh, I'm definitely taking you home with me after this, you hot little slut... gawwwwwwwd..."

Powerful coils and equally powerful arms wrapped around Luvian. The world went black as he felt her surround him entirely. The smooth scales triggered every possible sensation as he squirmed and twisted and writhed within the cocoon of brightly patterned, beautiful snake flesh. The coils maneuvered him roughly, pounding him up and down in short and hard bursts that left him gagging and coughing on several feet of cock.

"Time to claim this bitch for myself," Luvian heard from outside the coils. The tip squeezing and stretching his rump abruptly pulled free, making him gurgle as the huge length did the same from his throat. The hot, humid air nevertheless felt cool and clammy on his fur and feathers as the naga let him slop onto the floor with a gush of sticky, musky pre-cum.

There was no time for the wolfbird to relax before a strong hand grabbed both of his ankles and dragged him off of the floor. Another big hand caught his shoulder and held him upright, facing away from the naga.

"Look at that ass... you're gonna be a tight little fuck, I can tell already!"

"Y... yes, mistress!" Luvian heard himself say. "Please!"

"What a polite little cumrag. You'll be useful when I get sweaty during my workouts after this."

"Yes, Mistreaaaahhhhhh!"

The wolfbird's eyes went wide, shocked, as his stomach surged outwards, bulging and bloating with the thickness of the naga's impressive arousal. Her hands alone were enough to pull the squirming, struggling Luvian right down to the base of her massive shaft, filling him utterly with a single, solid go. Luvian leaned forward, belly hanging low underneath him, arms straight and palms flat against the wall many feet above the floor as she suspended him on her massive shaft. The big, aching monster dick throbbed and lurched, making his belly dance and wiggle as she pushed in hard, tight, holding herself deep before dragging a few feet back out - only to thrust right back in. The hypnotized wolfbird didn't stand a chance as her thick seed erupted within him, flooding and filling him. Her pre poured from his muzzle and dripped from his lips as his whole body tensed and clenched.

"Mmmmhhh... oh, fuck, you got me so hard, you saucy little toy... you'll make such a good pet for me! So... sooooo... sooooooo tiiiiiiiiiight!"

Again and again the naga's hugeness filled Luvian's rump and belly until he could no longer think of anything else. His tongue flopped across his muzzle as his eyes dilated permanently, adjusting to the darkness of the gym so as to be able to better serve his new mistress. The weight of her chest on top of his head added to his growing heat as any thought or idea other than his own worthlessness, save for serving the magnificent, benevolent, and powerful naga fled his ruined mind.

"Oh, yes... yesssss!" the naga hissed. "Take me, you tight bitch!"

Luvian's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the hugeness within finally came. Not just pre-cum, but full loads of rich, powerful, fertile naga seed turned the wolfbird from a beanpole into a potbelly within moments. His rump flexed and twitched around the base of the naga's shaft as her coils began to surround him again, holding him down tight even as she kept pumping her hips with unbridled eagerness.

"Mmmhh... every drop... that's a good pet... sloppy, but good..."

Luvian's muzzle fell open, releasing a nonstop drizzle of gurgling seed that forced its way up and out thanks to the pressure below. His wobbly belly jiggled and bounced as she kept pounding, stretching, forcing him to take her whole length again and again. His paws pushed into his stomach and felt the warmth of her seed inside, even as she hissed and closed coils around him completely.

"Mmmmhh... mine," she moaned. Thick rivulets of warm white seed squirted from between her scales, along with the odd dull red feather, as she clenched her entire long body around her new pet to make sure he'd get the full force of her next load. "Can't wait to show you off to the others. Gonna let them borrow you just to have them realize what an opportunity they missed. Your ass is gonna make them so jealous, pet..."

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Three weeks later...

The muscular naga slithered through the lobby of TN Total Gym and nodded to the receptionist, who checked her in without having to ask for additional details. Pushing through the doors into the gym proper, the big snake's long tail made it through the swinging door quite a bit later as her long lower half trailed behind. Her scales shifted and twisted in a kaleidoscope of colors, covered only around her shoulders by a straining t-shirt that hugged her plump, heavy melons, and a loose draped skirt around her "hips" a bit below her deeply set abdominal muscles.

A large duffel bag hung from her right shoulder on a single large strap. She carried it easily despite how it sagged and pulled on her muscular arm. The heavy duty fabric of the round, cylindrical bag shifted and bounced off her hips as she walked, and there was an occasional grunting moan from within.

The naga, already wearing her revealing gym clothes, ignored the doors to the locker room and instead headed for the free weights section. She dropped her heavy duffel, letting it slide from her shoulder and down her side into the mass of snake flesh below. Like steel ropes cinching around a pallet of cloth, the powerful coils dug in and around the bag, wrapping it up completely and dragging it under, making it disappear completely from view. Meanwhile, the naga's upper body leaned forward towards the weight racks and picked a few hundred pound dumbbells up.

Her powerful, thick tail, which tapered to a stubby, much smaller point along many dozens of feet of muscle and scale, coiled up underneath her hips and shoulders, forming her own personal bench upon which to lean back. With a hundred-pound weight in each large hand, the naga extended her arms upwards. Her heavy breasts, which tried to slide apart despite the tight shirt restraining them somewhat in place, were squeezed together tightly as her elbows pushed into the sides. Her bulky shoulders strained and flexed, distorting the vivid stripes and patterns of colorful scales running down her entire length.

With her arms in position above and her nipples clearly popping against the thin cotton shirt, the naga's arms slowly dropped to the sides, elbows only slightly bent. Her ribcage stiffened as she tensed, breathing carefully, eyes closed, arms burning with the weight. Underneath, her coils continuously moved and looped and wrapped around each other, forming a stable surface for the naga to perform her fly curls. Once in a while, the duffel bag appeared, or at least part of it, as she went through several sets.

"Whew! I need to step it up," the naga grunted as she dropped the dumbbells following the final curl. She leaned upright and twisted her shoulders, then curled her biceps and grinned. For some reason she was feeling extra motivated lately, and the results were showing, as she was bigger, beefier, and more powerful than ever.

A muffled groan escaped the duffel bag as the naga sat up and coiled herself a bit more neatly. The bag plopped onto the padded floor of the free weight section with a thump, and then the naga leaned over and pulled the zip partway down. Her hand stuffed inside, causing the large sack to tremble and jiggle, before her hand withdrew with a large water bottle.

After squeezing some water into her open muzzle, the naga returned the bottle to the bag, then pulled the zip the rest of the way down. Her hand entered, then emerged this time with the wriggling, fully aroused wolfbird dangling by the scruff of his neck. His belly was plump and round, sloshing as he was lifted, a far cry from the skinny belly he had the first time he met the naga.

"Whew! That was intense," the naga grunted. Her arm flexed as she dragged the wolfbird's face across her shoulders, neck, and the upper swells of her breasts past the low-scooped neckline of the shirt, using his fur to sop up the sweat accumulating on her glistening scales. "Hmmm... what's next..."

The naga went through a few more free weight exercises. Arm curls, dips, lifts, the works. Her biceps throbbed under her brightly patterned scales as she finally re-racked the weights, satisfied. Luvian, for his part, was uselessly aroused, a limp ragdoll soaked with naga sweat as she wiped him across her heavy chest again, then lower, smooshing him face first into her glossy, powerful abdomen. His chest flattened across the bulge growing in the skirt hanging around her "hips" as her long, powerful tail shoved his chest further down. He was fairly dripping by the time she deposited him on the mat next to her.

Luvian groaned. His brain was foggy, but a small smile played across his muzzle. Mistress was making good use of him today. His wings curled in tightly against his backside as mistress told him to keep them furled up - she didn't want him getting any ideas about flying away, after all, not that he ever would. Mistress owned him now... he belonged to her completely, and he'd never change that, no, he wouldn't, he was a good boy, a good pet, a perfect little slut for the wonderful, powerful naga...

Luvian's cock flexed, jerking, and spit a weak trickle of seed across his belly that mixed with the slick sheen of sweat also accumulated in his soggy pelt. He gasped as the naga's hand grabbed him and shoved him back into the duffel bag among her used, sweaty shirts and skirts, each stinking of the naga's sweat and seed. Luvian's cock burned with need as he wriggled amidst the dirty laundry, luxuriating in his mistress's exotic and intense scent.

He felt himself jostled around and muted conversations. He didn't know where he was going and didn't really care. Mistress would take care of him.

The bag opened, unzipping quickly before a paw dragged him out. He groaned as he felt himself shoved onto his feet against a bank of lockers. He blinked his eyes in the bright light as he realized he was in the changing room. There were no benches - nagas didn't really need to sit down, after all - just a few bays of lockers, tiled floors and walls, and the sound of running water from showers somewhere else in the room.

"Oh... my... gawd. What an adorable pet!" a voice hissed.

"Yeah, you're so lucky! I can't believe you found a slut this cute with an ass that tight! Look at that fur," said a second voice.

"He just about walked up to me and practically begged to be my fucktoy," said a voice he recognized.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up at the three nagas towering over him. His mistress was the biggest of the three by far. She was bigger, more muscular, and domineering in every way. The naga on the left was bustier by far, but also had a softer, smoother appearance along her shoulders, back, and tail. Though her tits were even bigger than his mistress's, her cock was smaller, though no less hard. It lined up towards Luvian's muzzle, pulsing and dripping with excitement.

"Oooh... is it alright if I take his muzzle? I wanna see if the little bitch's throat is as good as you promise."

"Sure, go for it," his mistress replied. "He'll suck you dry like you wouldn't believe. Insatiable throat on this slut."

Luvian's eyes darted to the third naga, who was sharper, muscular, but lean. Unlike the massive bulging muscles his mistress possessed, this naga was far smaller, but looked more wiry and intense. Her chest was the smallest of the three, but jutting from her midsection was not one, but two fat, hard, dripping pink erections, each somewhere between the second naga and his mistress's own shafts in size.

"Well? Don't just stand there gawking," his mistress said, glancing down at him sharply. "Get that muzzle to work!"

A powerful tail smacked across his rump, spanking the awestruck wolfbird into motion. His muzzle dove forward onto the thick shaft of the left naga while his rump turned and lifted, tail high, to offer himself to the double-dicked snake on the right.

"Let's see if he can take all three at once" was the last thing Luvian heard before three sets of coils set upon him, immobilizing and trapping him no matter how he squirmed. He wasn't trying to get away, of course. He just knew mistress liked it when he tried, and her punishments always made him feel so good and used...

The end