Chapter 50: Bound Seduction

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this!

Sven Falk

The naga’s body squeezed about my body, pinning my left arm tight to my side. Her scales rubbed across my naked flesh as she hissed in delight. My right hand slid along her body, searching for something to grab, to use against her. It was the only part of me I could move. My blind head cast around as the pain swelled. Through my groans, I heard my slaves dragging Ava’s unconscious body away, getting her to safety.

The naga tightened her coils. I groaned, my ribs creaking. Her lower, serpentine half squeezed hard, muscles flexing beneath it. I grit through the discomfort. My hand slid over the transition of her scales to her human skin, touching her swarthy flesh and...

Her breasts. Words Zanyia often hissed, talking about the various races born of Las’s lust shot through me. Those creatures—nagas, lamias, ogres, faeries, and more—had high sex drives. They could be overcome by sex.

I squeezed the naga’s large breast. My fingers found her nipple as I squirmed. I pinched her nipple. The naga hissed. Her body rippled around me. The shadows melted from my eyes, my vision restored. Her tits were right above my head. Her slitted, golden eyes stared down at me, a reptilian hunger burgeoning in them.

“Aren’t you a bold one,” she said, her words sibilant. I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Mmm, are you really trying to seduce me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. “When I have such a lush pair of tits to play with?”

Amusement flickered across her face. She undulated her body around me. I felt something hot and wet rubbing on my hip right by my cock. That juicy wetness grew as I tugged on her nipple, stretching out her nub and breast. The feel of her wet pussy made my dick throb. I had to get hard and inflame her lusts.

My women needed me. I couldn’t be crushed to death by a naga.

“Stalling won’t save your life, human,” she said as I craned my head. My face brushed the bottom of her breast. “Do you think your cock will make me melt? That I’ll be one of your women?”

“Maybe you’re curious what’s so great about my cock that makes them all pant after me?” I asked.

“There’s nothing at all mysterious about it,” she hissed, arching her back, pressing her soft breasts into my face. I turned my head, kissing at the inner slope. “Women grow wet for strength and power, and you have plenty of it, even if you’re emotions weaken you.”

“You think surrendering to you was weakness?” I asked. “Doesn’t it take strength to just stand there and let a naga slither around your body? To do this?”

I nuzzled my lips against her nipple. I latched onto the hot nub, feeling it in my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked so hard on it, my dick throbbing against her body.

Her body slithered around me, readjusting with a flexing, almost crushing grip. The heat moved near my dick. I could feel that her hot cunt craved to be penetrated. I pinched one nipple and sucked on the other, her hissing delight rippled out of her.

“Do you really think this will work, human?” she said, laughing. “Do you think your cock sliding into my cunt will make me surrender to your masculine prowess?”

My mouth popped off her nipple. “And yet you’re bringing that hot cunt to my cock. You’re just aching to be fucked. You’re just a naga-slut dripping for my cock to fuck her.”

“Naga-slut?” she hissed, her body squeezing tight.

I fought the grunt of pain, teeth clenched. Then I latched onto her nipple and sucked with all my might. I drew that nipple deep into my mouth. My tongue danced around the nub while my finger twisted the other. She let out a hissing moan, her body shifting again.

Her pussy pressed against my dick, a dripping, hot slit surrounded by her hot scales. She felt as silky as a human female, her juices coating my cock. She squeezed and flexed her body, driving her pussy down my dick.

“You dare call me a naga-slut!” she snarled. “Do you know who I am?”

“The slut pumping her cunt up and down my dick,” I groaned, her hot flesh gripping my cock, her silky sheath massaging it as her body flexed. I nuzzled between her breasts, reveling in their soft feel as pleasure surged through me.

“I am the Istandar of Hizzithya!” she hissed.

“And yet you’re working that juicy cunt on my cock,” I groaned. “You’re just a whore for my cock. You could have killed me, but your hot snatch just itched to be fucked.”

My hips thrust forward, slamming my cock deeper into her pussy. I squeezed her breast hard with my right hand as I fucked her. She shuddered, her coils squeezing and relaxing on me as she let out a hiss of pleasure.

“If I choose to use your cock, then you should feel honored that I have given you a reprieve, human,” she hissed.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Gods, you are one of the sluttiest whores I’ve met. Your pussy just got so hot from a little nipple play. You’re just that weak, huh? Just controlled by this hot cunt. But that’s okay. You can cum on my dick. I’ll give you rapture.”

Her snatch clenched on my dick. She hissed, her forked tongue flicking out of her mouth. “You are aggravating.”

“So aggravating,” I groaned. “Gods, yes, work that cunt, naga-slut. I’m going to give you all that cum you crave.”

She hissed louder, squeezing about my body. I just grinned. I had her distracted. I just had to find a way to get out of her embrace. She shuddered against me, her pussy rippling about my dick as our flesh slapped together, pleasure shooting down my shaft.

I couldn’t cum in her. I had to hold off as long as possible. I had to make her a quivering mass of pleasure. I sucked on her nipple, nipping it with my teeth. She hissed, my hips pumping, my cock spearing so deep into her cunt.

Ealaín

The werespider’s webbing hit me. I gasped, stumbling back at the force of the sticky substance slamming into my arms. I hit the wall behind me with a grunt. My head smacked the wall. I groaned, shaking my head and...

My arms were pinned over my head, outstretched, my war ax webbed tight in my hand. I groaned, looking up at the sticky strands spread over my body that had attached me to the wall. More strands hissed from the werespider’s spinnerets, two of her legs guiding the strings. They painted across my body, chaining me in place with my legs spread wide.

“Rithi’s perfect cunt,” I hissed, my heart pounding.

The werespider’s mandibles clicked, her faceted eyes staring at me. The revulsion I felt turned into panic. I bucked and pulled at the silk, but they held me like made of steal. I strained and gasped as the werespider came closer and closer.

“Sven!” I screamed as her knife-like legs stabbed into the wall on other side of my head. She leaned closer and closer, glass eyes staring at me. “Sven! Where are you?”