Blue

There had to be something wrong with you. You were obsessed with your neighbor. 

The vibrant dirty dreams that had consumed your nights bled into your days. Ever since Zsail had given you a ride home from the clubs your thoughts had never been far from him. This was more than the haunting that you had experienced before that night. Before then your mind had occasionally wandered, you sometimes scrolled through his Nimbus feed. But now…now in everything you did Zsail crossed your mind.

Making dinner - would Zsail find your meal delicious? At work - how would Zsail react to your job? Your boss rolling over for a difficult client - Zsail wouldn’t have put up with that, he would command respect. Out shopping - the seasonal flavors had come out, would Zsail like pumpkin spice? The store was selling masala chai, should you buy some for him? Maybe you should make him another honey cake. You should give him another offering. He thought he should be worshiped, that he deserved offerings for his blessings. Maybe you should worship him, give yourself to him. Kneel before him and…

The timer on the stove broke your train of thought. You shook your head. That wasn’t the first time the idea had crossed your mind. Sometimes, when there wasn’t a distraction, the thoughts would spiral into fantasy. Just like your dreams you imagined sucking him off, riding his cocks, humping his tail until you came all over his scales, and a variety of other scenarios.

By the gods, your dreams. Your dreams had gotten even worse. In each one Zsail teased you, edged you but you could never come. It was like the dreams were taunting you with something you couldn’t have. What was even worse was that when you tried to get off by yourself you couldn’t. You would get so close never over the edge. You would be plunging your dildo into your dripping pussy, your vibe on the highest setting, moaning Zsail’s name like an animal in heat, and then something blocked you from coming. It was hell.

The timer beeped again in reminder. Shit.

Hurrying to the stove you turned off the gas and the timer. Grabbing your oven mitts you lifted the rack of freshly sealed mason jars from the boiling pot of water, setting them on the cooling rack. They were full of cucumbers, onions, and beets now set to pickle over the next few years. It was a tradition you had picked up from your grandparents who had lived during the Great Incursion. Even before the demons attacked food had been expensive so they had made a little garden where they grew fresh food for themselves and their neighbors, preserving what was left over for lean years. While you could easily buy your own food now it was a tradition you maintained in their honor.

That was the last batch of pickling you had to do. Earlier in the week you had canned your extra beans, peas, and carrots. So, tomorrow you would harvest the last of the berries from your blackberry bush to make jam and finish pulling up your potatoes to store in the basement. Then…then you would drop off some of the harvest for Zsail. It was only right that he got some given he saved your garden a month ago. But this time you were just going to leave it on his doorstep. No interaction for sure this time. You didn’t trust yourself not to do something stupid.

The cold dirt of your garden was obvious even through your gloves as you dug up the last of the potatoes. The temperature was going to plummet well below freezing tonight so it was critical you get the rest of your garden harvested. Already it was cold out. Your nose stinging slightly from the chill wind, your knees aching from being pressed into the dirt.

“Quite the harvest, little mouse,” a rumbling voice said from over the fence.

Oh no.

A shiver of pleasure ran across your body. Under your overalls you felt your nipples harden, your skin flush, and fluttering arousal developed in your stomach.

Slowly, almost dreadingly, you looked up to see Zsail peering over the wooden fence. His arms, draped in those magic gems, lounged between the pickets. You felt your pussy lips clench. He was so handsome, how had you found him scary before?

“Zsail,” your voice quivered just a bit. Not from fear but anticipation. Your attention was suddenly solely on him. Your discomfort was a minor thing now that he was here. You were waiting. Waiting for…for something, you were unsure what but it did not matter with him around.

“Have you been keeping well, little mouse? You seemed so skittish when we returned home the other day, did you have a bad dream?”

“No, it was wonderful,” you revealed breathlessly.

He chuckled almost as if he knew what you had dreamed about. “A relief to hear. I admit I was concerned that you did not like me or that I had done something wrong.”

“Never, you’re amazing, you’re perfect.” Wait. What you were saying? “The perfect, gentleman, I mean. Thank you for the ride home, I probably wouldn’t have caught a cold if I waited for the bus.”

It was a horrible attempt at a correction but Zsail merely grinned. “I am glad you think so and glad to be of service.”

You gave a short laugh. Your attention was still on him but you were starting to react more normally. “I thought you wanted to be worshiped. Why would you want to be of service? Not that I’m not glad for it. Thank you again.”

“Oh, yes, I forgot. That…” Zsail made a disgusted face as if he couldn’t bear to give name to the god most people of this country had worshiped before the Great Incursion. “...that previous religion twisted the idea of worship. Only the corrupt have their followers give and give with only the promise of blessings in return. Worship should be symbiotic, little mouse. Offerings given, blessings received. Propitiation and praise for prosperity, protection, power…pleasures…”

His eyes seemed to shine as they stared down at you on your knees below him. Your body clenched in desire. Pleasure. Could you have what you craved if you just…Zsail continued before you could reach the conclusion. “My people, Naga, are not truly divine, not like the deities that treat in souls. But our arrangement with humans in the past was not dissimilar. Despite your intentions, you gave me offerings, little mouse, I took care of you in return.”

You swallowed thickly. He took care of you. That idea instantly stuck in your mind, you wanted him to take care of you. “I-I see, well, thank you again.”

His head tilted at your stutter. “Are you cold again, little mouse? How long have you been working out here?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I’m almost done. I just need to pick the blackberries now.” You gestured to the bush ladened with fruit.

“I do not want you to catch a cold. I shall aid you.” Once again it was his confidence in the statement that made you not question his statement, his command. He was going to help, that is all there was to it.

Standing to unlock the gate you realized you had been on your knees this whole time speaking with him. It felt so natural to be kneeling before him. Your heart pounded as he entered your backyard. Being so close to him. Holding the basket with one arm you began picking the berries. “There shouldn’t be any thorns but…actually, use my gloves.”

You slipped your gloves off and offered them to him. The tops of his hands were covered in scales but the palms were soft skin - skin that had never done a hard day’s labor in his life. “I am touched by your concern, little mouse, but what about you?”

“I’ll be fine, I usually don’t use gloves anyway.” It was a lie but you weren’t worried about the potential small pricks from the plant.

“Very well,” he conceded, taking your gloves and slipping them on. They were a bit snug but they would work to protect him.

“So be careful when picking them, they can come apart fairly easily, especially when they are this ripe.” You demonstrated how to pick them. He stared intensely as he watched before replicating your movements. 

For a while the two of you picked the berries, the silence only broken by your sniffling from a slightly runny nose. The two of you were making quick work of the last of the berries. As he had both of his hands he was picking them a bit faster than you working his way up the bush. Zsail shifted his body, adjusting to reach the very top branches that you never could. Yet, in doing so his thick tail encircled your body. You felt a wave of warmth, you were now between the gems on his tail and torso, so you supposed they would activate.

“Safe and warm in my coils.” You recalled what he had said as you walked to the limo. You supposed he was far nicer than you gave him credit for originally. If he truly thought that worship was symbiotic then what did him protecting you from the cold again mean?

“Your harvest. I have not seen plants like those before. What dishes do you make with them?”

“Oh, well, there are a lot of different foods people make. Those potatoes can make mashed potatoes, potato bread, chips, fries.”

“Ah! The delicious fries come from those ugly things?” 

You laughed at his words. “Yes, they do. After skinning them and chopping them up. Potatoes are very versatile."

“And what do you make with these berries?”

“I usually make them into jam for toast in the morning or eat them with a bit of honey or cream.”

“They are good then?”

“Oh yes, a bit bitter unless you add a bit of sweet, but…” Without thinking you held up a juicy berry in your fingers toward him. Before you realized what you were doing Zsail grabbed your wrist holding your offering in place. His golden eyes were affixed to yours firmly as he smoothly lowered his head down. You watched as he opened his perfect black lips, the same color as berry, and slowly wrapped them around your fingers.

A soft keening moan poured from your lips as they parted with want. Your body clenched with arousal as your pussy twitched in desire. His tongue slowly slid out the long forked end fluttering against the V of your fingers. You swear you felt it against your swelling clit as your mind flashed back to your dreams.

Zsail pulled back. His tongue wrapped around the berry delicately before he drew his tongue into mouth. A whimper of need escaped you as you watched his throat bob as he swallowed.

With a seductively knowing expression Zsail spoke, “you are correct. It needs something sweet. Do you think you could help with that?”

You nodded and were just barely able to mutter a breathless “y-yes.”

“Thank you, little mouse. Then tidy up and bring me something sweet.”

“Uh-huh,” you agreed, no longer able to speak with the tension in your body. It wasn’t stress, but holding yourself back from jumping him right there.

“Good.” Zsail shifted, slowly slithering around you, just brushing against your body. You continued to stare straight ahead as he moved, unable to move yourself. As he returned to his side of the yard you heard him say. “I look forward to your offering, little mouse.”

You were unsure how long you stayed there in the cold, holding the blackberry basket, staring off into space. Your mind was fuzzy and slow but plodding toward the conclusion you had denied for so long. Still, it would take a bit of time for you to fully accept the role your subconscious had already determined.

Eventually, you gathered your potatoes and headed inside. Your actions were confident and determined but without thought. It was as if all the confusion and conflict that had been inside your head before was gone and replaced by a relaxing fuzzy feeling. The fuzziness blocked out all of those useless thoughts leaving a singular thought, one not fully your own - tidy up and bring Zsail something sweet.

You rinsed the blackberries before putting them on a cloth to dry. Heading to the bathroom you stripped out of your dirty gardening clothes and took a nice hot shower. It would be insulting to go to him covered in sweat and grime.

While drying your hair you searched your clothes. That gold dress was not right for what was to come. Your normal clothes were not right for this. In the back of your closet you found a dress you had been given as a gift years ago but never worn. A gentle cream sweater dress of warm cashmere that hung off your shoulders. It felt so fuzzy, just like your brain. Carefully, you put it on. A light moan escaped your lips as the soft wool brushed against your bare nipples. The hem fell just a few inches below your ass, what once caused you not to wear it now made it perfect.

Anyone that watched you ready would think you were going on a date not bringing over some berries to a neighbor. Yet, to you this was only appropriate, Zsail deserved this. It was only right you look nice for him. You needed to look nice for him.

Gathering the dried berries, you put them in your prettiest small serving bowl. Then you prepared your sweetest clover honey and the fresh cream you bought yesterday. Placing it all on your nice vintage wood serving tray you headed over to the other side of the duplex. The wind was cold but you barely felt it as you made the quick trip. Outside Zsail’s door, you didn’t need to ring the doorbell. As you stepped up onto the porch he opened the door for you, gesturing you inside.

“You look lovely, little mouse,” he complimented as you passed him.

“Thank you, Zsail,” you replied with your prettiest smile feeling a wave of warmth at the compliment. He shut the door behind you as you slipped off your shoes. The scent of incense enveloped you. It was sweet yet earthy and not enough to be overpowering. The lights around the apartment were dimmed, candles flickered in holders along the wall and on the low table. A few hours ago you would have freaked out because how sensual the atmosphere was but now? Now, you felt contentment at the setting - it was as it should be.

“Please, get comfortable,” Zsail told you as he took his spot along the wall, leaning against the large cushions.

You placed the tray on the low table in front of the majili sofa and sat on your knees on the other side of the cushions. It felt right to be on your knees before him. You paused. The goal that had been so present in your mind was completed leaving you feeling empty. You looked at Zsail not sure what to do next.

“Mmm, you are almost there, I can tell,” Zsail commented more to himself than to you. You furrowed your brow trying to understand what he meant. But he spoke again, directly at you before you had a chance to force thought through your fuzzy mind. “Little mouse, could you tell me what offering you brought me this evening?”

“The last blackberries of the season, fresh cream, and my favorite clover honey.” Was it just that? You felt like that was such a small offering. He deserved more…

“Sounds delicious. I find myself struck with home sickness, little mouse, and you are the cause. I believe you should alleviate my yearning. Feed me like you did in the garden.”

Just a month ago, no, just yesterday, you would have rebuked his request. But the plodding conclusion that your mind had been working towards was nearly at its fruition. Complying to this request was merely a sign of that.

Still on your knees, you picked up a berry and dipped it into the honey. Carefully, you lifted the honey coated berry up and held it to Zsail’s lips. His nimble lips plucked it from your fingers. It was not the slow seductive movements like in the garden but the brief brush against your finger pads made you shiver.

“Mmm, yes, you were right. The touch of sweetness is better.” 

You smiled. You were pleased that he was pleased. Taking another berry you dipped this one in the thick cream and held it up for him. He took this one between his lips and chewed thoughtfully. “I prefer the honey…the cream’s scent is refined but the blackberry bitterness overpowers it unlike the honey which provides sweet balance.”

“Why does the scent matter,” you asked even as you presented him with another honey covered blackberry.

“I can smell with my tongue, little mouse. Naga have taste buds but scent is far more important than just taste. That is why so much of our food is fragrant. Even in humans, your idea of flavor comes from scent, does it not? That is why food tastes different, dull, when you cannot smell. Naga have far more scent receptors than humans.”

You continued to feed him berries between sentences as he spoke. Pulling your hand away from the latest berry you noticed there was some honey on your fingers. Lifting your hand to your mouth you went to lick it off but Zsail caught your wrist. He guided your hand back to his mouth and wrapped his lips around your fingers. Zsail sucked on your fingers sending a bolt of pleasure to your pussy. You could feel the soft flicker of his tongue against your fingertips. Was he tasting you or smelling you? Did it matter?

He released your fingers with a pop. “Delicious.”

You released a low shaky breath.

A cocky smirk graced Zsail’s lips. He shifted, leaning in toward you, his gaze heated and filled with promise. You swallowed, closing your eyes in anticipation of a kiss. A moment passed then you felt a cool cream covered berry press against your lips. Your eyes fluttered open as your lips parted to engulf the berry, the soft skin of his fingertip brushing your lip.

“A shame to let the cream go to waste,” he revealed, still gazing heatedly at you.

“I-I suppose.” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice.

He fed you another creamy berry. “Mmm, is this not enough for you, little mouse? You gave me an offering of berries, honey, and cream. I am giving a proportional blessing - being fed by me.”

Another berry. His thumb wiped off a bit of cream and berry juice from your lower lip with his thumb. “Is there something else you desire?”

“Yes.” It was a simple confession, yet monumental. The first time you consciously recognized that you truly did want more from him, with him.

Zsail grinned, his sharp white fangs displayed in his black mouth. “I know. I have heard your prayers, little mouse. Through the walls at night. Chanting my name, pleading, begging…”

What should have embarrassed you beyond measure sent a wave of pleasure across you. He had heard you. Your pussy dripped desire onto your dress. A whine of need left you, “please.”

“If you want me to answer your prayers, then give me an appropriate offering.”

Your mind moved like thick honey. Offering. What could you give in offering for the blessing you wanted? “I…what…”

“Oh, poor little mouse.” Zsail reached out dragging his claws up the column of your throat and along your jaw. “It is so hard to think. I understand. But you need to, just one last time you need to think.”

Your head swam. Pressing your hand to your head you tried to concentrate. What could you give? What could you…wait…what was going on? Something…something was wrong. “What…what did you…”

You moved back, falling on to your back as you tried to get your legs out from under you. “What did you do to me,” you managed to get out, even as you moaned watching as Zsail’s tongue slipped from his mouth, tasting your arousal in the air.

“Nothing your subconscious mind did not want…but I suppose it is only a truly conscious choice if you remember.”

In an instant all the memories over the past few weeks flooded your mind. Not dreams but suggestions. Zsail’s voice drifting through your open window guiding your masturbation, detailing exactly what he wanted to do to you - what he would do when you were finally his. In the limo that night you had mindlessly humped his tail at his command while he told you what would need to happen to become his. 

Give yourself as an offering, willingly and fully. Be his. His pet.

You were doomed. Not because of the hypnotic triggers, not because you knew you would never escape him, but because in that moment you truly yearned for that mindless pleasure. You wanted to be his pet. To serve him, to worship him, to let him take control and keep you. A sob left you. A sob not of sorrow but of relief. 

The tension left your body. The confusion was gone from your mind. Had your subconscious wanted this the whole time? Is that why it accepted his suggestions and guidance so readily? Who knew? It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that, like the breaking of a storm, you were at peace with what came next.

“Please,” you said again, this time it wasn’t a whine but an earnest plea.

Zsail moved, his body hovering over but not touching yours, his gaze fixed on yours. “Please what?”

“Please accept another offering tonight. Please accept me as an offering. I want to be yours. Your worshiper, your lover, your pet. Whatever you want me to be, just let me be with you. Please.”

“A wonderful supplication, little mouse.” Zsail reached out, caressing your face tenderly. “I accept your offering.”

A sweet smile came to your lips as you nuzzled against your prince’s hand as he held your head. You were sinking back into that sublime submissive headspace. No thoughts. Just waiting for instruction from your prince.

“There is a good pet,” Zsail cooed. He drew you into his arms. “Ready to listen to and obey your prince. Finally, completely and utterly mine.”

A shiver ran across your body at the idea. His. Finally, yes, you were his.

“I promised that you could orgasm all you wanted when you offered yourself to me and you may. Now, prepare yourself, little mouse, because I am ready to feast.”

Zsail struck.

His long body coiled around yours, restraining you, as he finally pressed a hungry kiss against your lips. Being surrounded by him so completely, the way his ink black lips devoured yours, the mess of arousal you had been since arriving - it sent you over the edge. Your cry of ecstasy was muffled as your body ground against his scales, his forked tongue flickering inside of your mouth. Your soft cotton dress caught on his scales as he undulated around you, slowly pushing it up as you continued to kiss through your orgasm.

As your orgasm ebbed Zsail withdrew from the kiss, thick strands of saliva connected your mouths before breaking and landing on your chest. Your mouth tingled like a gentle burning, the nerves more sensitive. Mouth hanging open your tongue stuck out slightly as you panted. Breathing through your mouth felt so good. You tilted your head up, trying to entice him into another kiss.

“Mmm, seductive thing,” Zsail sighed contentedly, stroking your hair while his coils worked to remove your dress. “Naga saliva is a weaker form of their venom. The effects of Naga venom vary but mine impacts the nervous system.”

He pressed his thumb inside of your mouth. You moaned at the sensation.

“My venom increases the sensitivity of the nerves in the body, I could make your mind melt with pleasure never to recover if I gave you enough…”

Zsail paused for just a moment, consideringly. “No, I shall do it the old fashioned way. Besides, why try to melt a mind that is not there? You are already mindless are you not, my pet.”

You moaned again, shifting your body to try to get rid of your dress. A rumbling growl of thunder rose from Zsail at the sight. “Fuck, you are perfect, little mouse.”

Twisting his body, Zsail pulled your dress off in a smooth motion and pinned you underneath him on the pillows. His lips descended heatedly pressing against your skin. Your nipples dragged against his scaled chest pushing you towards another orgasm. Zsail moved down before you would reach your peak. But then his soft hands grabbed your breasts, his claws digging into your flesh gently.

“I love human breasts, soft, malleable…” He tweaked your nipples. “Sensitive. You have such lovely breasts, my pet.”

“Thank you, my prince,” you moaned as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. 

Zsail continued to tease your breasts switching between massaging the globes and tugging and pulling at your nipples. “Mmm, breasts play was your first induction, was it not? The night I made it rain…perhaps it was destiny, pet, that we both had our windows open that night.”

Lowering his head, Zsail gave a long suck to your nipple. Your back arched under him pressing your breast into his mouth. His long tongue wrapped around your breast. You could feel his envenomated saliva soaking into your already sensitive flesh spiking your pleasure. A whine of discontent left you as he pulled back but it turned to a low moan of pleasure as he took your other breast in his mouth. 

“Please, please, so good, thank you.” The words tumbled from your mouth on repeat. Your fingers dug into the sofa’s cushions as he continued to play with your breasts. His flickering tongue teasing the very tips of your achingly hard nipples. Zsail watched your face as he tugged and pulled on your nipples, settling into a milking-like rhythm. You were so close to reaching your peak. 

“Are you holding yourself back, little mouse? I said you could come as much as you wanted. So come for me.”

“Z-zsaaail,” you cried his name as that reminder sent you over the edge into another orgasm. He continued to play with your breasts until you came down from your high.

“Good pet,” he cooed. “You look so beautiful when you come and the sound of my name on your lips…worth a thousand tongues of my other followers.”

A dreamy blissful smile graced your face at the compliment. Your mind was too far gone to return such sweet nothings. Yet, you reached up and pulled him into a tender but longing kiss. “M-more please, Zsail…I want your cocks to fill me, my prince.”

Zsail’s gripped your hips possessively.. “I was going to eat you out next, but how can I resist such a pretty plea.”

He lifted his torso, towering above you. His star pinned you to pillows as he smirked. You watched as under his torso his scales split, two pulsing cocks arose from inside of him. They were more wonderful than you had ever imagined. The same jet black flesh of his mouth but you could see the light highlight several long nubs under his thick oozing glands.

Your legs parted wantonly and you lifted your hips invitingly. “Please fuck me, my prince.”

Zsail grabbed your thighs and dragged one of his cocks along your weeping pussy lips. You moaned and writhed at the hot member against your sensitive cunt. “Look at how wet you are, pet. I bet I could use your own slick as lubricant for your ass. Have you ever had anything in your ass before, little mouse?”

“N-no, please, I wanna feel it in me! Please, my prince, I need your cocks. I wanna cum on them. I need your cum to fill me up!”

“Begging or demanding…either way you shall have your wish this time.” Zsail lined his other cock up with your pussy, the other one still on top rubbing against your lips and clit. Slowly his wide glands spread open your hole. It felt magnificent.

Your begging ceased as you gave a long moan. You could feel the long bumps on his penis moving inside of you. Before he was even half way in you started to come around him. Your inner muscles clenched around him, drawing him further into you. 

Zsail thrust forward, plunging to the hilt. He moved in and out of you, his other cock grinding against your swollen clit. You sobbed with pleasure, half begging for more between the moans. 

Something big was coming. You could feel it building within you while you came and Zsail’s cock scraped inside of you. Then Zsail pulled out. You cried out with frustration at the denial of the pleasure. But then you felt the cock that had just been inside of you travel down and line-up with your virgin asshole. The top cock followed suit to freshly push against your twitching cunt.

“Now pet, remember, relax.” At the guidance your body did relax. The tension you were carrying in your hips, your ass, disappeared. “There you go, little mouse.”

Zsail slowly pressed into you. If one of his cocks felt magnificent both easing their way inside of you was divine.  “Your body accepts your price as easily as your mind,” he told you as his two thick cocks inched their way inside.

You fell silent. Your mouth gapped wordless with ecstasy, your eyes rolled back in your head. All that left you were little squeaking moans of pleasure. He began to shallowly thrust, each movement made you whimper. So good. This felt so good!

Once again you could feel that something big. It built up and this time it wasn’t going to stop. A long keening moan left you as you squirted. This was amazing. You had never felt a release like this. And it kept going.

Your hot juices spread across Zsail’s cock adding even more lubrication. His thrusting went deeper, he was so close to hilting both of his cocks inside of you. You could feel the thick head of his top cock hitting against the entrance to your womb, almost as if it was trying to get inside. With each thrust you felt the bumps on his cocks expand, molding your insides to them.

Zsail’s thrusting picked up. His compliments and praise gave away to grunts and hisses. Bending over you, Zsail pressed messy kisses to your face and neck, his fangs scraping against your skin. You threw your arms around his shoulders, your nails dragging and catching on his scales as you clung to him. 

“Perfect, pet. Good, little mouse. Can you come one more time for me? Come with me, little mouse.”

With a powerful thrust Zsail hilted his cocks within your body. The sensation of your prince’s cocks deep inside of you sent you spinning higher than ever before. Then his hot, thick cum poured into your body, and you came crashing down in orgasm. Your body seized around him, arms and legs locking in place refusing to let him go and your ass and pussy milking his cocks of each ounce of their cum.

The two of you stayed in that position, experiencing your orgasms and slowly coming down from the high. You were a mess of sweat and cum, your body over-stimulated and twitching. The only thing that kept you grounded was the heavy weight of Zsail’s cool body. Your body gave out, collapsing in a pleasured pile on the pillows. 

Zsail chuckled. “I pushed you quite far, pet. I was too excited to finally have you.”

Picking you up in his arms, Zsail carried you to his bedroom. Instead of a traditional bed there was a mass of large pillows making a nest on the floor. Coiling up with you tucked against his chest, Zsail pulled a soft, thick blanket over you.

You snuggled into him as he petted your hair tenderly. “Go to sleep now, little mouse. Rest up. And know that when you awaken, you will still be mine.”

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