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Seizing an Opportunity - PanzerMaus Commission

Night had fallen over the dark, silent woods. Shadows crept around the length of every tree as the pale moonlight shone weakly through the gaps in the foliage, painting the forest floor in a pallid glow. There was no wind, nor even the slightest rustle creeping its way through the dead branches, their skeletal limbs complete absent of wildlife. Dangerous creatures roamed these sinister woods, monsters of a varying nature that could easily take advantage of any humans unable to protect themselves.

Frantic footsteps broke through the ominous silence as one such human stumbled blindly through the growing gloom. He wore nothing but a light set of rough, homespun pants, a cheap pair of leather sandals, and a light, olive colored shirt coupled with a dark brown vest. Quentin was his name, a poor fool who owned a small inn on the outside of town a good ten miles away. Though the position offered him enough money to scrape by on the bare minimum, Quentin was a greedy man, and often looked for new ways to obtain a little extra money. Thievery and gambling were not uncommon for Quentin in such pursuits, who often relied on chance or dishonest actions to sate his overwhelming lust for gold. Such aspects of his character were no secret to his fellow townsfolk, and recent accusations combined with an outrageous debt had left him in a precarious position, one that threatened his ownership of the inn. Always the resourceful one however, Quentin had immediately come up with an idea to vindicate himself from his current predicament.

Stories and myths of the creatures in the nearby woods always trickled down towards the town, riding on the minds and tongues of the few travelers who trespassed through their hostile depths. One such rumour that Quentin heard quite often was the existence of a dragon: a giant, reptilian beast with brown scales that lurked in the center of the forest. The travelers said that the dragon guarded a hoard of great wealth, a vast pile of treasure accumulated over a great deal of time. How the dragon obtained it was unclear, but many agreed that it existed, and any who went looking for it never came back.

Quentin's desperation for money had driven him to mount his own expedition to the dragon's lair, once again relying on his own talent at thievery. Whether he was simply lucky, or merely well-hidden under the cloak of darkness he didn't know, but Quentin had been surprisingly successful in his quest to rob the beast. Not running into any creatures on the way there, the dragon's cave hadn't been all that difficult to find. As he snuck inside and looked around, he had to stifle the urge to cry out in excitement at the huge piles of gold that littered the cavernous chamber. The wealth of over ten kingdoms littered the ground in front of him, with chalices, sculptures, plates and other objects of great value spread out over numerous mounds of coin varying in size. The largest mound sat in the center, and on top of it slept the massive, scaled dragon, completely unaware of his presence. Wasting no time, Quentin grasped a large handful of coins, stuffing them into his pockets and running away as fast as he could. Though he wanted more, his handful had been more then enough to not only save the inn, but for him to buy three more. Perhaps he would come back here once more, but for now, he merely wanted to get away before his presence was discovered.

"I did it, I can't believe it!" Quentin huffed to himself as he pushed his way through a few overhanging branches, snapping some twigs underfoot as he clumsily shuffled foreword. Taking what he thought to be the same way back through the woods to his inn, he had no reason to believe that anything would halt his progress. The coins jingled in his pocket as he ran to accompany the dry, crackling sounds of dead leaves as his feet impacted the forest floor. Though he could barley see through the dark, the odd patches of moonlight allowed him to follow a straight path.

"It won't be long now," Quentin hummed to himself as he rushed through an overgrown patch of bushes. "Soon I'll be back home, rich enough to buy my way out of that horrible dump some people have the nerve to call an inn."

Unable to contain himself, Quentin plucked one of the coins from his pockets, looking down to study is as best he could in the minimal light arching through the branches above. Continuing to jog forewords, Quentin noted that the coin had the face of a man with strange markings just under edge that he didn't understand. Although he couldn't make the words out, the value was all Quentin really cared about, and for him, single gold coin was more then he could make in an entire week.

In studying the coin however, Quentin didn't notice that he'd strayed from the path until it was too late. Unable to see very much in the gathering darkness, Quentin walked straight into a wide, black pit in the forest floor, nearly impossible to spot given the circumstances.

With a wild yell, Quentin felt his foots step into empty air, causing him to fall forewords and tumble headfirst down a steep, muddy slope. Dropping the coin, Quentin reached out, attempting fruitlessly to halt his momentum as his body rolled deeper into the blackened maw. Quentin let out an involuntary series of grunts each time he hit the muddy slope, and one final cry of pain as he finally came to a rest at the bottom, crashing into the rocky ground with an audible thump.

Cursing his sudden misfortune, Quentin slowly began lifting himself back onto his feet. He could still move, which was a very good sign, meaning nothing was broken or permanently damaged. He had a few bumps and bruises decorating his arms, legs, and chest, but other then that he was fine. Brushing himself off and looking up at the edge of the pit twenty feet above him, Quentin breathed a sigh of relief at having survived. He was lucky that the slope was inclined as a straight fall would've been a lot more damaging.

He was just above to consider trying to climb his way back to the top when a disturbing rustling sound reached his ears from the darkness at the other side of the pit. The movement sounded like rough paper scraping over a smooth, rocky surface. Quentin turned back around to face the sinister blackness, his breath catching in his throat as fear washed over him in a steady wave, freezing him in place. As he faced the noise a pungent odour crept into his nose, a dry, heady smell that tickled the back of mouth and nostrils, causing his eyes to water in slight discomfort.

"Who disturbssss me at thisss hour?" Rasped a hideous voice.

The voice seemed to almost slither out of the darkness, causing Quentin to step back and widen his eye in shock, pressing his back against the dirty incline behind him. Though he couldn't see who spoke, he knew for a fact there was something off, something...inhuman about the way it talked. Rather then responding, Quentin shrunk back in fear, hoping that he could somehow remain unnoticed.

"Don't try to hide from me human," the voice continued. "You're weak sensesss may provide you with misplaced security but I can both see, smell, and hear you, so respond before I become...agitated."

The voice dropped to a low, hostile tone in the pronunciation of its last word, one that conveyed a subtle promise of violence if its demands weren't met. Swallowing in fright, Quentin did his best to stop himself from shaking as he opened his mouth to respond. "I'm...I'm sorry, it was an accident...I didn't mean to..."

Quentin trailed off and lifted his hand to cover his face as a sudden, bright light erupted out of the dark, lighting up the surrounding area. After a moment however, the light dimmed to a dull glow, casting the murky walls in a sick, yellowish radiance. As he lowered his hand, Quentin gave a sharp intake of breath and flinched in horror, no longer attempting to hide his shaking as he stared with dread at the creature in front of him.

He'd heard stories of such creatures before. Tales told in hushed whispers around the tables at his inn that perfectly described the scaled monster on the other side of the pit. Dark green scales decorated the outside of his body, with a lighter, pale hue of similar color making up the skin on his upper chest and stomach. It was much larger then Quentin, and though the beast had the upper body of a man, its lower half consisted of a legless, slithering mass of coils much like the body of a snake. Even as the creature remained motionless, the twisted, scaled lengths underneath it pulsed with a constant restlessness, curling and sliding across the ground in continuous circular motions. Its stomach and chest were noticeably toned with muscle, as well as the two thin, yet heavily corded arms that jutted from each of its shoulders. Two, glowing yellow eyes stared angrily at Quentin from a vicious, serpentine head that had a large hood of expanded skin surrounding it, providing the creature with a hostile, intimidating countenance.

Quentin nearly had his legs give way as the sudden realization struck him: this monster was a Naga.

The light source was coming from a ball of yellow light that hovered over one of the Naga thin, contorted hands. Shadows flickered around the interior of the pit as the creature's long, yellow nails danced around the glowing orb in a haunting display of power. Quentin had heard that such creature could perform magic, but up until now he thought it was merely a rumour. Ruthless in what they desire, extremely intelligent, and able to perform magic, Nagas were horribly dangerous, and Quentin decided that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

The Naga hissed at him, a slimy black tongue flicking out of its mouth before responding in a deep, raspy voice, "An accident you say? Tell me, what businessss does a human have wandering about my territory in the middle of the night, that would place you in the position to disturb me in the first place?"

Quentin recognized the subtle ferocity hidden in the creature's tone. Its narrowed eyes and quivering maw displayed clear signs of anger, making it obvious that the Naga was enraged at having been trespassed upon.

Opening his mouth, Quentin replied, "Well, you see, I was just on my way home. I didn't mean to..."

"Again you avoid my question," the Naga hissed, his body flexing in annoyance. "I have no interessssst in where you're going, tell me WHY you were travelling through my forest!"

As he finished speaking, the Naga slithered a small distance over to the right, pacing himself in anger. Even from that small motion, Quentin could detect an ease of movement typical of creatures that possessed an otherworldly, predatory grace. Running, he decided, was out of the question. There was no way he was going to make it up the incline while this monster had him in its sights; however, Quentin was unsure of whether he wanted to tell it the truth as well.

As he considered what to do, Quentin's thoughts were interrupted as he caught a small gleam of something shiny in the corner of his eye. Chancing a quick look down, he spotted the coin he'd been studying before falling into the pit, resting half-buried in the muck directly ahead of him and slightly over to the right. Unable to suppress his lust for gold, Quentin shuffled over to the coin, his pockets jingling as he went, to stoop over and pick it up.

"What isss that?" The Naga asked, its darkened tongue flicking outwards in curiosity.

"O nothing..." Quentin said, "just something I dropped."

All the previous anger in the Naga's scaled countenance was immediately replaced by a mute expression of thought. Quentin didn't know if the creature saw the coin or not, but why it would spark such curiosity or even be of the slightest importance he had no idea.

His wonderment was immediately replaced with renewed fear however, when Quentin noticed the Naga's face turn from an expression of interest into a maniacal grin. The gleeful look on the creature's face worried him more then its previous anger, and Quentin found himself backing up slowly and raising his hands in meagre defence. "What are you..."

Before Quentin could react, the Naga closed his hand around the orb, cutting it short and bathing the inside of the pit in darkness once again. Unable to see as his eyes adjusted, Quentin let out a cry of shock as he felt a reptilian body grasp him with immense strength, coiling itself around his legs and chest before he even had a chance to flinch. Breathing became difficult as the coils squeezed him tightly, rubbing and sliding across his helpless frame. Though he tried to cry out, all he could manage was a soft wheeze as the muscular tube flexed against him, holding him effortlessly in place.

'It seemsss you've had quite the busy night, little human," the Naga hissed from somewhere directly above him. "Please, allow me to grant you a brief respite from your hardshipssss. After all, it's the least I can do for the gift you've just granted me..."

"No! I don't understand...no...let me..." Quentin trailed off and ceased his complaints as he looked upwards, only to find himself staring directly into the Naga's mesmerizing yellow eyes. The coils gripped his head and prevented him from looking anywhere else as its eyes slowly changed color, glazing over into a milky shade of white. A deep, sonorous hum reverberated through the Naga's body, pleasantly massaging Quentin's entire frame and causing the human to grow light-headed.

A relaxing calm spread through Quentin as the Naga's eyes bore into him, and very soon, he forgot why he was scared in the first place. This creature wasn't going to hurt him, he was his friend. What did he have to fear from a being that was so kind and giving? Smiling within the monster's coils, Quentin began to hum along to the monster's tune, happily following the Naga's head as it subtly moved back and forth in front of him.

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Rhaelith caressed the human in his clutches, lightly undulating his coils around the smaller being's form as Quentin fell under his spell. Though some creatures were more difficult then others, most were unable to resist the overwhelming power of a Naga's hypnosis. There was always some resistance, but this human had been particularly easy once Rhaelith managed to fix his gaze on him, and the monster let out a small hiss of delight in feeling his prey go limp.

Magic had always been an easy power for Rhaelith to control. Where other members of his species had difficulty, manipulating the energies of the world had always come as a second nature to him, and it didn't take the Naga long to transform himself into a full-fledged sorcerer.

Unwrapping his body from the human, Rhaelith lowered himself onto the ground and slithered around the pit, dragging himself smoothing along the ground and turning so that he was facing the oblivious being that had wandered into his lair. It was uncommon for such a helpless creature to fall so readily into his domain, mostly because the vast majority of them possessed the common sense to not venture into the dangerous areas of the forest in the middle of the night. However, on the odd chance a human was stupid enough to do so, Rhaelith was more then happy to...take advantage of them.

Most of the time, Rhaelith didn't care for a human's well-being, and this one would've been no different until he saw the coin. That particular gold piece and the others in the human's pockets could've only come from one being: the dragon. Although he and the dragon weren't exactly enemies, the gold piece represented an opportunity that Rhaelith simply couldn't pass up. The possible reward was far too great for him to simply let it slide.

But before he set his plan into motion, Rhaelith had some needs to satisfy...

"What is your name human?" The Naga asked.

"Quentin," the human replied in a pleased drone.

"Hm," Rhaelith mused, his tongue flicking out in disgust. "That will have to change eventually. For now, I'll simply refer to you as...my apprentissss. Yes, that will do nicely."

"Alright,' Quentin said, smiling up at the snake-like face in front of him.

"And you would do well to call me master."

"Alright master."

"Now, my apprentisss," Rhaelith cooed, extending a clawed hand to stroke the human's cheek, "why don't you do your master a favour and remove that bothersome clothing?"

Without responding, the Naga's newly ordained apprentice bent down and began taking off his sandals, unfastening them in calm, yet hurried fashion. After kicking them off his feet, the human wasted no time in pulling off his shirt and pants, and it wasn't long before he was standing completely naked in front of the serpentine beast.

"Good," Rhaelith said, reaching out to lightly grasp the human around his shoulders and pull him close. Craning his scaled neck downwards, the Naga hugged his apprentice close and slipped out his black, forked tongue, pursing his scaled lips and meeting the human in a bestial kiss. Hypnotized, and not needing any further urging, the human sucked on Rhaelith's slimy muscle greedily, using his mouth to toy with its length while swallowing the occasional gob of reptilian spit. As dissimilar bodies pressed together, Rhaelith could feel the human thrusting into his coils, the small being pushing his genitals into the Naga's scaled hide with an animated enthusiasm. The pressure against his body made Rhaelith smile.

The kiss lasted several more moments before Rhaelith pulled himself away. His apprentice let the tongue glide out of his mouth with clear reluctance, a look of desperate longing radiating from the glazed depths of his eyes.

Slurping his tongue back into his maw, Rhaelith petted the human's head with his claws. "Don't worry my apprentisss," he purred, "I have something much better for you..."

Pushing the human's head down, Rhaelith directed the human into a sitting position, coiling his lower body around the man's ankles so that he could sit on the bottom part of his muscular, scaled tail. Adjusting his height, the Naga positioned himself so that the sensitive slit at his middle was directly in front of his apprentices face. Rhaelith couldn't help but hiss in laughter as the human reached out and stroked the sides of his snake-like body, running his hands along the smooth, green scales and audibly sniffing his scent.

In his enchanted state, Quentin found the aroma of the Naga's genitals extremely pleasing. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the dry, reptilian musk as if it were a soothing incense, shuddering and sighing in happiness as he exhaled.

"Go ahead," Rhaelith teased, moving his waist foreword. "Lick."

Closing his clouded eyes, Quentin moved his head forwards and gave the folded opening a long, drawn out lick. Rhaelith let out a pleased hiss, flexing his coils as he felt his member stir deep within him. The human lapped at his slit with vigour, burying his face into the scaled flesh even as the snake's penis slowly began to poke out. As the Naga's tip emerged, Quentin lapped and suckled the moist flesh hungrily, teasing it with the rough, circular movements of his tongue. It wasn't long before Rhaelith found himself bending his body against the man's undulations, grasping the back of his apprentice's head with his clawed hands and rumbling in delight. Even as the snake's bumpy shaft fully emerged, the human tried to coax it deeper into his mouth, pushing foreword and gagging as the tapered tip hit the back of his throat. The musk Quentin had sense before now filled his mouth tenfold as the beast's bodily moisture coated the inside of his cheeks. Unable to contain the slimy fluid, he tried to swallow as much of it as he could, while some of it dripped down the sides of his lips and onto the green coils holding his ankles.

With a shudder, Rhaelith grabbed the man's head and pulled him away from his member, causing his shaft to fall out of Quentin's mouth with an audible pop and a trail of slime. Bobbing in time with the snake's heartbeat, the fully emerged penis was a dark, slimy shade of black, with rigid bumps decorating the underside of the shaft and small, ribbed lines covering the top for added pleasure. Looking disappointed once more, the human was about to protest at being forcefully removed when the Naga quickly held up a scaled hand, cutting him off before he had the chance to speak.

"You did...well, apprentisss," Rhaelith whispered between heavy breaths, his great chest visibly expanding every time he inhaled, "but I...am not done with you yet."

A renewed happiness returned to the man's face upon hearing the snake's words. "Really? What do you want me to do?" The human droned, his eyes still clouded and a small trail of blackened slime leaving his mouth as he spoke.

Regaining his breath, Rhaelith returned the smile with a grin of his own. Manoeuvring his body around the human, the Naga twisted more of his coils around the human's willing form. Once again, the man displayed his enthusiasm by running his hands along the serpentine body as it closed around him. After a sufficient amount had been twisted around the human's legs, Rhaelith bent low and whispered, "Bend over and put your handssss on the ground."

Quivering with excitement, the human complied, falling down onto his hands even as the serpent held the rest of his body in its coils. Rhaelith's penis was fully erected as he lowered himself over the human, creeping up behind him and rubbing his moistened length along the back of his thighs. The Naga's darkened shaft glistened in the low light of the moon, its flesh pulsing with the wetness of its own bodily fluids and the human's saliva.

Rhaelith himself felt a small tinge of excitement fester within him as he tightened his grip on the human's legs, slithering himself up the smooth skin of the human underneath him until his rod met with a tight, puckered opening. Due to his size, Rhaelith's pale green chest was positioned directly over the human's head while his neck and neck extended a bit further. Wrapping one of his arms around the man's chest, Rhaelith pulled the man close, pressing his hips foreword and grinding his member into Quentin's crack.

Adding a sonorous quality to his voice, Rhaelith hissed, "Do you want me my apprentisss?"

"I want you master," Quentin cooed as if in a dream, pushing back against the Naga's form.

Exhaling with a rattling sigh, Rhaelith eased his middle back, lining the tip of his penis up with Quentin's anus before slowly pushing foreword. A bestial grunt escaped the Naga's lips as he forced himself inside, slowly spreading the human apart as the smaller being whined in and squirmed in delight in his coils. Easing forward, Rhaelith slid his middle forward until the scales of his waist were pressed up against the man's cheeks, burying himself as deep as he could go. Twitching in his clutches, Quentin breathed heavily, clamping down on the intruding member involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washed through him. Still under the Naga's spell, the man used his arms to push himself harder against the snake's chest, urging him to continue.

Pulsing and flexing his body, Rhaelith pulled his slick member out of the human's hole and plunged in back in a repetitive, serpentine motion. The Naga squeezed his body together in smooth, undulating movements, rubbing and stimulating his throbbing shaft against the sensitive walls of Quentin's anus. The scent of reptilian sex filled the entire pit as the Naga drove his length deeper, a heavy cloud of musk emanating from the beast as he fulfilled his primal passions. Sounds of raspy, fatigued breathing filled the air from human and Naga alike, both unable to contain their pleasure as the mating continued.

For countless minutes Rhaelith pounded his moist penis into the human's ass. His strong body embraced the human in its continuous, fluid thrusting, the muscled flesh tenderly squeezing the delicate form within. By this point, the bodily fluids coating Rhaelith's member had transferred to the man's passage, easing the Naga's entry and punctuating each thrust with a soft, squelching noise. The Naga's pleasure slowly began to rise as Quentin gasped underneath him, the anal walls gripping his ribbed member with unintentional spasms of bliss. On one such spasm, the rippling walls of Quentin's anus gripped the reptilian length, teasing the tip of the beast's member in a tender squeeze. At this moment, unlevelled pleasure coursed through the snake's loins and the rest of his body, and after a few seconds, the creature lost itself in a powerful, twitching orgasm.

Flexing his coils in ecstasy, Rhaelith let out a ferocious hiss and buried himself deep into the human's asshole. His member throbbed violently and the first shot of cum exploded out of the Naga's dick like a cannon blast, filling Quentin's rectum with seed. No longer able to hold himself up in the throes of his passion, Rhaelith let his upper body droop over the human, his forked tongue lolling out of his open maw as he rhythmically tightened his coils in relation to the pulsing of his shaft. Quivering in delight, Rhaelith let out a bestial rumble to accompany the sudden passionate gasp of the human underneath him. The Naga grinned as he felt Quentin tense within his grip, the man shuddering with an orgasm of his own. White seed projected onto the ground as the human ejaculated in unison with the reptilian creature buried within him. Black, viscous semen began to drip past Rhaelith's intruding maleness, pooling into a small puddle on the ground. Still, the lizard surged his body in gentle, serpentine motions, riding out the lengthy ordeal with a passion uncommon in such beasts. His snake-like lower half swelled with delight until his pleasure slowed down to a trickle, fading away and leaving Rhaelith breathing heavily in a contented afterglow.

After a few moments of rest, Rhaelith released the human, uncoiling his body with delicate precision, and letting his penis slide out with a moist, suctioning sound. Slithering his body backwards off of the human, Rhaelith rubbed the scales of his chest over the human's back until his reptilian maw was position directly in front of the opening he'd just violated. Opening his black mouth, the Naga lapped his tongue at Quentin's anus, cleaning the dark semen from his backside with an almost sensual delight. Once he was satisfied that his apprentice was clean, the snake backed away, completely releasing the man from his grip. When Quentin looked up at the Naga expectantly, Rhaelith gave him a satisfied smile, saying, "You have done well, apprentisss. Why don't you rest over there? You've earned it."

His eyes were clouded with white mist as the human nodded his head and crawled over to the corner, curling up into a fetal position and falling asleep. Though he was obedient and willing now, Rhaelith knew that his hypnotism would ware off by the morning. He would need to be restrained, and the Naga had just the right rope to do you the job. Slithering over to the darkest part of the pit, Rhaelith reached downwards into the haunting shadows and drew forth a sinister looking book. The pages were worn with age, the border was broken and ripped, and on the sickly brown front cover there were a few, lightly glowing runes from a language lost in time. Only Rhaelith had the ability to read it, and as he opened it to the desired page his reptilian lips twisted into a nightmare of a smile. He had all the necessary ingredients to perform the spell excluding one. The material he needed had been seemingly unobtainable until the foolish man had presented him with the opportunity.

Rhaelith and his apprentice would go and visit the dragon in the morning, but for now, the Naga needed to concentrate. After all, a transformation was complicated, even to an experienced sorcerer such as himself.

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The next morning, Rhaelith brought the unfortunate human and his stolen gold back to the dragon's lair. There hadn't been much of a struggle on Quentin's part, for even though the man was no longer hypnotized, the Naga had wasted no time in tying him up during the night with a sinister looking black rope. The bindings were tied around his hands and feet, and although Quentin wasn't sure why, the rope seemed to glimmer hideously in the light of the sun, reflecting the light in a way that would suggest a much smoother, shinier material then any sort of restraint he could recognize. As much as he wanted to forget everything that happened last night, he knew that the Naga could perform magic, and he was terrified of what the otherworldly aspect of the ropes suggested.

Having not bothered to return the human his clothes, Rhaelith carried the human over his shoulder to the dragon's den that morning, draping his naked form over one of his strong shoulders. With his free hand, the Naga carried the stolen gold in a pale looking bag made of an unknown creature's skin. Rhaelith knew that the human remembered everything that had been done to him the night before, even his own willingness to let the snake coil around him and passionately breed him. Although the memory was unpleasant for Quentin, the Naga took great pleasure in reminding him of the act, sliding the hand that held him in place over the back of the man's thighs as he carried him and tickling his anus with long, pointed yellow claws. At first, Quentin would protest as the creature molested him, kicking uselessly as he was reminded of the Naga's touch. After a while however, the man simply resigned to the beast's teasing, recognizing that the futility of his struggles only served to please the snake more.

Now that they outside the dragon's cave, Rhaelith felt excitement rise up within him, the kind of elation that surged in his coils whenever the promise of a great reward was in his grasp. Having noticed where they were, Quentin renewed his useless struggles, kicking the snake's muscled chest feebly in a pathetic attempt to escape.

"No, please! Don't bring me back here! Let me go, you can have the gold! Please let me go!"

"Quiet my apprentisss," Rhaelith replied, slithering towards the entrance of the cave, "This meagre amount of coin matters little to me. I have my eyes set on a much bigger prize..."

"O, God no!" Please, do you have any idea of what the dragon will DO to me?"

Laughing in a rasping hiss, Rhaelith replied, "Yessss, I have a very good idea of what he'll do, what he always does to people who try and rob him. It's all part of the plan apprentissss, so play along, and I'll let you live."

"But I don't...Why are you calling me that? My name is Quentin! Please, I want..."

"QUIET," Rhaelith angrily growled, "it doesn't matter what you want. Your worthless complaints only lessen my patience with you, so if you want to make it through this alive, I suggest you keep silent."

Stifled to a pitiful whine, Quentin shut his mouth, doing his best not to make any more noise. The Naga promised that he would live if he cooperated, but he was fairly sure that the monster's word meant nothing. He had no idea what the beast had in mind, but he was sure that the plan wouldn't care for his wellbeing.

With a small swallow of dread, Quentin closed his eyes and tried not to scream as Rhaelith carried him into the darkness of the dragon's lair.

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The air became warm and humid as the darkness engulfed man and Naga alike, the shadow of the cave cloaking their forms in blackness. Rhaelith's yellow eyes glowed softly as he purposefully slithered forward, not bothered by the ominous shadows in the slightest. Looking around, the Naga noticed that the cave was a good twenty feet across, and about the same length in height. Rough stone walls stretched upwards on either side, arcing overhead to a stalagmite-infested ceiling. Not bothering to be quiet, rocks and other debris were pushed aside with ease as Rhaelith twisted himself ahead, his serpentine glare fixed on the bright glow of treasure that came from somewhere down the passageway.

As they reached the source of the glow, Rhaelith's eyes widened with an insatiable lust. Flicking his black tongue in and out at a rapid pace, the Naga took in all the scents of the area around him, revelling in the vast amount of riches that littered every corner of the cavernous space. Rhaelith knew the dragon had an impressive hoard, but this was more then he expected.

Before he could inspect the treasure any further however, a deep voice boomed from directly behind the two intruders, rumbling down the passage towards them.

"What vile manner of creature dares to try and steal from me..." the voice rumbled, its source still hidden in the dark.

Rhaelith smiled as he felt the human flinch in fear upon hearing the voice, letting out an audible whimper. Holding the human with his one arm, the Naga bent over and gently placed the human on the stone ground. He knew from experience how delicate the creatures were, and it would be a shame to damage him after coming so far.

"We're not here to try dragon, this one has already stolen from you," Rhaelith said, his voice carrying a note of amusement as he gestured towards the human on the ground.

Padding into sight, the dragon stepped out of the shadows and revealed his impressive form. Standing almost as high as the cave itself, the giant beast was covered with scales of dark brown, while the skin along his belly faded into a light beige. He had a large, bulky chest that curved downwards into a smoothly rounded belly. Dangerous looking sets of horns and spikes protruded from the top of his head and along his jaw line, accompanying a set of fearsome, pearly-white teeth that poked out from his lips even when his mouth was closed. A ridged line of hardened scales travelled from the base of his neck and along the dragon's spinal cord until it reached the end of his tail, which fanned out into a flat, spiked tip that looked just as lethal as the pointed claws on each foot. Stopping in front of Quentin and Rhaelith and regarding them with two, deep brown eyes, the dragon flexed his forearms, kneading the rocky ground with his claws in agitation.

"Stolen from already you say?" the dragon rumbled threateningly, narrowing his eyes and craning his neck down to smell the human on the ground. Quentin tried his best not to whimper as the beast sniffed him, brushing its massive snout of his shoulder.

Lifting his head up with a snort, the dragon said, "Yes, I know that scent. It was all over my cave when I woke up this morning and I was just about to go and track whatever foolish creature left it." Baring his teeth in a hideous grin, the dragon took a step forward so that he was standing directly over Quentin's prone form. "But it seems," he rasped, "that a pursuit is no longer necessary."

Quentin shivered visibly under the dragon's glare while Rhaelith gave a low hiss of delight. As if noticing the Naga for the first time, the dragon twisted his head over to regard the snake, a look of disgust on his giant head. "I've never liked your kind, Naga. For as long as we've both inhabited these woods you've never bothered to help me or make contact in any way, a fact that I honestly preferred so I would have to look at your hideous form. Why present me with this thief now?"

Rhaelith knew his answer would be important if his plan were to succeed, but he anticipated such a question. "I know better then most creaturessss how good you are at sniffing out your own gold, dragon," the Naga hissed, holding up the stolen bag of gold in his hand, "last night, the human ssstumbled into my lair with this in his pocketsss. I knew that if I simply claimed the man as my own, you would eventually track this gold to me, which would've placed me in an undesirable situation. So instead of waiting for you to come to me, I decided to come to you in good faith dragon, to prove my uninvolvement in the matter."

Accepting the answer, the dragon nodded his head and returned his attention to the human as his feet. "Then I thank you Naga, for your return of this...creature. Feel free to keep the gold as a token of my gratitude."

"Thank you dragon, that'sss more then I wanted," Rhaelith said. If the dragon had been watching the Naga instead of the human, perhaps he would've noticed the knowing glimmer that flashed across the snake's yellow eyes. Slithering over to the side of the cave and into the shadows, Rhaelith curled up against the wall, getting a good spot for the show that was about to start.

Flipping Quentin onto his back with his muzzle, the dragon leaned down and put his scaled paw on the man's chest, heavily pushing down on him, yet not enough to cause injury. "So...now that you're here thief, I believe a certain punishment is in order."

Barely able to breath with the crushing weight, Quentin choked out, "Wait...please...don't...eat me...I'll do anything."

Grinning, the dragon lifted his paw off the human's chest and stood up. Quentin's breath returned to him in deep, exasperated gasps. Craning his head down, the dragon opened his maw, breathing hot, rancid breath over the man's struggling form. Quentin winced as the humid air washed over him, and flinched even more as the dragon's forked tongue slithered out and began licking his exposed body. The rough length coated his legs, genitals and chest in the beast's sticky saliva, and Quentin yelled in fear, thinking that the dragon had ignored his plea and was about to devour him.

Slurping his tongue back into his mouth with an evil smile, the dragon walked foreword over the human until his haunches were positioned directly over Quentin. The human shrunk back in surprise as he noticed the dragon's privates for the first time. Already dripping with moisture and halfway out of the beast's sheath, the dragon's penis hung limply right above him, and was growing bigger with every passing second. It's pink length was covered in smooth bumps the decorated the underside, while fleshy spines lined the borders of the flaring, tapered tip at its end. Thick purple veins pulsed in time with the dragon's heartbeat as the beast quivered in anticipation, lowering his haunches in a slow, practiced movement.

"I'm not going to eat you human, no yet at least," the dragon rumbled, wiggling his hips to gain a more comfortable position. "But first, I'm going to show you what I do to thieves who try and steal from me."

Shocked into silence, Quentin said nothing as the giant length descended onto his saliva-soaked chest. A strong musk assailed his nose as the fleshy spire matted against his skin, similar to the Naga's yet heavier and much smokier then the previous reptile. Quentin felt the air leave his lungs as the dragon lowered the entire weight of his haunches onto him. The soft bumps on the underside of the shaft rubbed against his torso as the member began to slide across him, pressing him down into the earth and smothering him in a mixture of slick, bodily fluids.

The dragon hummed pleasantly and lolled his tongue out to side of his mouth as he ground his backside into the ground, humping his glands into the helpless creature underneath him and flicking his tail back and forth in delight. The corded muscles on his thighs rippled and flexed with each massive rocking of his haunches, and audible, heavy breathing escaped the giant beast as his cavernous chest expanded with the effort.

Quentin could barely take in a breath as the pillar assaulted him. With every foreword thrust the tip of the dragon's penis rubbed against his mouth, lathering his face with the humid, musky stench of sexual fluids. The occasional gob of viscous pre-cum would drip out of the reptiles urethra, adding to the mixture and overwhelming scent that collected on his skin. The human felt the engorged length throb against his body with an excited vigour, and though he closed his eyes, Quentin couldn't block out the moist, squelching noises that reached his ears as the flesh hungrily enveloped him.

After a long while, the dragon bared his teeth, feeling a spike of pleasure creep from the underside of his tail and spread to his loins, slowly gaining in strength and arcing across his body as the beast continued to rub himself heavy along the helpless thief. Then, with one smooth roll of his hips, the dragon's tip squished itself onto Quentin's chin, tickling the length in just the right spot and sending the dragon over the brink.

With a roar of ecstasy, the dragon pushed his hips into ground, smothering the human with his penis as it jumped underneath him, shooting thick ropes of semen onto the man's face and upper chest. Squinting his eyes and arching his back, the dragon twitched foreword with every pulse of his dick, flagging muscled tail in direct rhythm with his violent orgasm.

No longer able to breath as hot spunk covered his body, Quentin found himself choking and gagging as he unwillingly swallowed some of the white, heavy fluid. The salty scent and taste of cum filled his nose and mouth as the beast shot hid load overtop of him. Although that in itself was unpleasant for Quentin all on its own, the black, shining ropes that held his arms and legs bound together began to tickle his skin with an odd, burning sensation.

Letting out a content, dazed sigh, the dragon gave the human a few more weak humps as semen weakly dribbled out of his penis, the delightful throes of his orgasm fading away into a relaxed afterglow. Dragging his hips back, the dragon lifted his haunches back into a standing position. Opening his eyes, the beast was barely able to flinch in surprise before he found his gaze drawn to the mesmerizing yellow eyes of the Naga that now stood directly in front of him.

Humming and moving his snake-like head in soothing, circular motions, Rhaelith used all his power of concentration to maintain eye contact with the dragon, who was doing his best to break away and regain self-control. After a few moments however, the dragon too, began to move his giant head in slow, circular motions, matching the movement of the Naga in front of him.

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Rhaelith grinned wickedly as the dragon began following his head, humming along as his great, brown eyes slowly glazed over with a white fog. In the throes of his passion, the dragon had forgotten that the Naga was there, which allowed Rhaelith to get close and take the beast by surprise.

Looking down at the human, Rhaelith's yellow eyes glowed with delight as Quentin writhed along the ground. Everything he had planned was coming to fruition. The black, rubbery rope that the Naga had used to bind the human was slowly melting, fusing itself to the man's arms and spreading across his body, hungrily engulfing the dragon semen as it went. Quentin's eyes were wide with fear, and he barely had time to muster a cry of horror before the shiny blackness covered his mouth, expanding over his face and coating him in an oily layer of mysterious goo.

Up until this point, Rhaelith wasn't sure if his spell would be successful, but now, all of his doubts were gone. The dragon's cum had been the final catalyst that the Naga needed, a substance that had been seemingly unobtainable before the human had wandered so perfectly into his clutches.

Leaving the dragon frozen in place, Rhaelith slithered over to the struggling human, whose body had already begun to take on a twisted, reptilian quality underneath the inky coating.

"The process is quite painlessss, apprentisss," Rhaelith purred, running a claw delicately on the now rubbery-like skin, "just relax and let it happen. Very soon you will have more power then you thought possible in your weak human form."

Leaving the human once again, Rhaelith crept over to the motionless dragon, who stared ahead with an oblivious, overly-happy grin.

"On you back, dragon," Rhaelith hissed.

Nodding without a word, the dragon crouched down and rolled over onto his back, holding his limbs up in the air in complete submission. Moving over to the base of the beast's tail, Rhaelith admired the scaled haunches spread before him, pausing for a minute to savour the sight of a monstrous dragon in this position. Leaning in, the Naga slid his hand up the thick tail, stopping when he reached the dragon's tailhole. Gripping the base of the exposed, yet now limp shaft, Rhaelith craned his neck downwards and inhaled the beast's scent before opening his maw and rubbing his tongue along the fleshy rod.

Despite having just satisfied his needs with Quentin, the dragon let out a light mewl of pleasure, extending his hind legs and curling his clawed toes at the Naga's touch. Smiling as the penis in front of him began to swell once again, Rhaelith slithered onto the dragon's tail, coiling his snake-like lower body around it as the muscular appendage lifted upwards in response.

"You already know what I want dragon," Rhaelith whispered, his eyes narrowing, "and you're going to enjoy every second of it."

Lifting his dazed head to stare at the Naga with a friendly expression, the dragon said, "Of course Naga, mate with me to your heart's content. It's what I want as well." As if to punctuate his point, the dragon opened his legs wider, arching his back and humping upwards into the air in a few light, sensual motions.

Not feeling it necessary to respond, Rhaelith squeezed his body tightly against the dragon's tail before creeping upwards, rubbing his pale chest on the beast's length as he lined up his middle with the puckered tailhole. The ebony flesh twitched as the Naga rubbed his half-exposed, slimy member over the dragon's scales, pushing his sensitive slit against the willing opening.

As this was happening, Rhaelith used his upper body to hug the dragon's now fully erect dick. Holding the moist pole at his chest, the snake was vigorously running his black tongue over the tip, coiling its length around the head and pausing occasionally to insert the forked end into the urethra. As promised, the dragon was enjoying the act immensely in his hypnotized state, closing his eyes and grunting along with the Naga's stimulations and letting out a low whine whenever the slick tongue entered him. For a good long while, the two scaled monsters writhed in their unified enthusiasm, not bothering to pay Quentin any attention as his legs transformed, the black substance forming a massive, incredibly smooth serpentine tail that shone brightly in the low light of the cave.

With a tinge of pleasure that shot through Rhaelith's loins, the Naga decided that he had waited long enough. With a practiced thrust of his hips, Rhaelith buried his now completely hard member deep into the dragon's pink anus. Quickly dropping his middle and grinding his waist into the tailhole with all his strength, the snake didn't bother being as delicate as had with the human, and the dragon let out a rumble of surprise as his anus was instantly spread apart. With a long hiss, Rhaelith flexed his coils as hard as he could, feeling the strong scales of the dragon's rear bend inwards at his immense strength. Then, pulling back, the Naga lessened his grip slightly before tightening once again, pulsing his reptilian body in swift, violent thrusts. His member throbbed pleasantly as it rubbed over the slimed walls of the dragon's interior, moving in and out at an intensely fast pace. Every time Rhaelith pushed himself as deep as he could go, he felt the dragon's member swell in response, the giant shaft jumping in his strong grip and brushing the fleshy bumps on its underside against the scales of his chest.

Even dazed, the dragon felt grand waves of pleasure shoot up from the base of his tail as the Naga spread him apart. Remembering what the snake had told him, the dragon did his best to enjoy himself as well. Closing his legs and arching his back, he lightly lifted his hips in time with Rhaelith's squeezing, raising the snake higher above the ground before dropping him, using gravity to ease the creature's penis deeper. Flagging his tail and flexing the muscles in his haunches, the dragon contracted his tailhole as the Naga buried himself within it, emitting pleasured rasps from the smaller beast as he tightened his anus around the intruding penis. Despite the dragon's hypnotized state, he knew exactly which movements would please his companion the most.

A wave of bliss washed over Rhaelith's coils as the tailhole clenched itself around his member. Humping with a renewed ferocity, Rhaelith growled viciously, grinding his waist into the larges beast's haunches with unfathomable strength. A small tinge of pleasure began to slowly buildup in the Naga's middle as he continued the passionate act, his nostrils flaring with intensity as he inhaled the dragon's intense cloud of musk. The heavy, humid odour of sex filled the cave as the two creatures neared their inevitable climax, the sound of exasperated grunting and hissing picking up and echoing around the room.

Then, as the dragon flagged his tail and clenched once again, Rhaelith rolled his eyes and squeezed his coils tightly in a quivering mass, letting out a loud, raspy hiss as his orgasm finally struck. Collapsing on the penis in front of him, the Naga visibly twitched in pleasure as his entire body pulsed, shooting thick ropes of warm, black semen into the puckered opening. As if on queue, the dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, his entire body tensing as his shaft began to throb violently, blasting giant gobs of jizz over his scaled chest. Rhaelith opened his maw, letting his tongue hang out while he shivered in delight, his coils flexing in repetition and pressing into the dragon's tail. Holding on tightly, the Naga teetered up and down as the dragon's penis swelled in his grip, audibly squirting gobs of white spunk with every upward motion. Riding out the length of his ejaculation, Rhaelith closed his eyes and let the strong movements of the hypnotized dragon caress his serpentine body, concentrating only on the blissful throbbing of his buried shaft.

After his pleasure subsided, Rhaelith slowly opened his eyes. He was draped over the dragon's penis, using the giant pillar of flesh as a makeshift pillow. The chamber was filled with the heavy breathing of the two creatures, who were both gasping in exhaustion in the afterglow of their intense mating. Large pools of semen covered the beige scales of the dragon's chest and pooled at the base of his shaft as a small, dribble of fluid continued to slowly leak out the of the tip.

Pulling back, Rhaelith slid his tongue down the dragon's spent rod, collecting the beast's cum on the end of his wet muscle before swallowing it with a delighted gulp. Uncoiling himself from the tail and letting his member slide out, Rhaelith gave an approving smile as he watched a trail of slime follow his ribbed pole out the dragon's anus, which immediately began dripping with the mixture of bodily fluids that coated it. Inhaling the musk that clouded the air, Rhaelith slid onto the ground, his monstrous face brimming with satisfaction. Now finished with the dragon, the Naga turned his gaze to Quentin, whom he'd almost completely forgotten about during his intense mating.

As he looked up at the human's new form, Rhaelith could barely contain his glee, his yellow eyes shining brightly as his face lit up with excitement.

What stood in front of him was no longer a human, but a Naga like himself. Although the other serpent was slightly smaller and had a few other differences in physicality, that basic shape of his slender, snake-like body was almost an exact match to Rhaelith's muscled form.

The black goo that had once been Quentin's bindings had morphed the human into sleek, latex reptile. Rather then a rough hide of scales, the new creature's skin was completely smooth and rubbery, its black, rounded curves shining even in the low light of the room. Like Rhaelith, the black Naga's chest was heavily muscled, with two, strong looking arms stretching out to the sides, with two corded shoulders meeting at the base of a long, sinuous neck.

What delighted Rhaelith the most however, was seeing that his apprentice was fully aroused. At his middle, the apprentice had two, fully engorged shafts sticking out of the folds of his sheath, pulsing and dripping with the thick, black fluid that covered the rest of his body. Rhaelith didnt know how long the other Naga had been watching, but clearly hed enjoyed the show.

Opening his narrow mouth and dripping black goo as he did, the Naga that used to be Quentin said, "Now I know what you called me apprentisss...."

Slithering foreword with a renewed look of lust, Rhaelith pressed his body up against his apprentice, hugging him with one arm while sliding down to grab the two erect penises with the other. "In time, you'll come to understand the true power of the reward I have given you. For now, all I want from you, is your complete loyalty, and an unquestionable devotion to my every need. Do you understand?"

"Yessss Massster."

"Good," Rhaelith cooed, running his clawed hands along his apprentice's twin members. A soft, squelching noise accompanied the larger Naga's motions, the black goop swimming under his scaled palm. Already swooning in his arms, the latex Naga pulled himself closer to his master's torso, hugging him in return and coiling his liquid-like body around a small portion of Rhaelith's waist.

Craning his head around, Rhaelith smiling at the dragon, who was still lying on his back in the same position, happily gazing up at the ceiling with a chest coated in drying semen. The Naga knew that his hypnosis would only last for so long, but with the combined effort of himself and his new apprentice, it would be too easy to ensure that the dragon was kept in check. After all, it was much too easy for people to slip in here undetected, and Rhaelith could use a strong, reliable guard to watch his newly acquired wealth.

"Dragon, ssstand up and come over here," Rhaelith commanded, a smirk on his face.

The dragon rolled over into a standing position, some of his cum dripping from his scales onto the ground as he did. His eyes still hazed over, the giant reptile walked over and stopped directly in front of the two Nagas, his face still in an oblivious trance. Making his eyes glow radiantly once more, Rhaelith hummed and swayed, hypnotizing the dragon further to ensure the senseless will of the beast didn't break through the barriers of illusion that gripped his mind.

One he was satisfied, Rhaelith said, "Very good dragon, I can ssssee your going to make a wonderful pet. From now on not only will you ssstand guard over the entrance to my lair, but you will also, ssserve me and my apprentissss and any...desire we wish fulfilled."

"Yes master," the pet rumbled, visibly excited to have been given such important duties.

"Go and stand guard now dragon, but clean yourself up first."

Turning and walking out of the cave, the dragon left, leaving Rhaelith and his apprentice alone among the vast piles of gold.

"Will I get a turn with dragon?" The apprentice asked, his voice almost pleading.

"Soon, soon my apprentissss," Rhaelith whispered, giving his gooey shafts a light squeeze before staring at his pupil with gleeful lust. "First, its time for your first lesson..."

The End