#nsfse

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“So, this alright?” You say and gesture down to your outfit. You feel Kida’s gaze on your body, the sheer want there sending a shiver down your spine. You lounge on your side, leaning ever lower on your elbow, spreading yourself out even more for him to see.

The colorful scarf wound around your neck and hanging down was the only thing between your breasts and the open air. Paired with the low-slung harem pants that were sheer in all the places except the ones that mattered, you weren’t surprised when Kida wiped a little drool off his chin.

“Y-yeah.” Kida stuttered; his eyes glued to the thin fabric keeping him from glimpsing what he really wanted to see. But he stayed put.

Such a good boy.

You decide to reward him, give him a glance at what he’s missing. You hook a finger into the edge of your pants, sliding it down ever so slowly, revealing centimeter by centimeter of smooth skin. By the time it’s just barely revealing anything important, Kida is panting and whining. You watch with no small bit of delight as he practically wiggles in place.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, a fond smile on your lips as you decide to cut your man a little slack.

‘C’mere.” You crook a finger at him, and before you could even say another word the naga is on top of you forcing you both against the bed, hands roaming up and down your bare skin, attempting to dip beneath the flexible band of your pants. You giggle when those sharp claws brush across sensitive skin.  “Whoa!”

“So beautiful.” He breathes into your shoulder, gripping your hips as he grinds down. You wrap one arm around his back, the other grasping a handful of hair at the nape of his neck and hold on for the ride.

“Needed you for so, so long.”

He practically whines as he rocks his hips into yours, sending a spike of pleasure through your core. If you weren’t wet before…

You happily let him rut for several minutes, the initial haze of pleasure only deepening. Kida continued to whisper loving nonsense into your ear, his hips and yours a slow rhythm that wasn’t doing much for you, but all of it for him.

“Mine, mine, all mine…” The possessive words come with a squeeze of his strong arms, muscles flexing around you. You pull back, open your mouth to say something, but Kida swoops in and silences you, kissing you for the first time that night.

Just as you are about to run out of air, Kida pulls away, eyes fierce as he licks his lips. “No! I’m in control!” He moves his grip from your hips to your wrists, wrapping one large hand around them and pinning them to the bed, in an attempt to render you helpless.

Well then.

You allow Kida his little power trip several more minutes, obliging with weak moans and kitten whines as he works his magic, fingers sinking into you with the tender care you have come to be familiar with. Just as you could feel something hard beginning to emerge from the slit just below the v of Kida’s waist, you put your plan into motion.

With a simple flex of your hips, a move learned in self-defense, you toss Kida up and to your side. The large naga gives a rather undignified yelp as he was forced onto a heap on his back. n seconds you mount his waist, holding yourself steady with a hand splayed across his abs, the other alight with gray light as you forced gravity to work against your lover.

You watch with no small inkling of pleasure when Kida gathers himself enough to struggle, before he realizes he was well and truly stuck.

And that he’s about to be well and truly fucked.

You smirk down at him with a tilt to your head, teasingly pulling the scarf down lower ever so slowly, revealing your collar bone, and then, with little flare, the very beginning of your cleavage. “Sorry, lover boy, I don’t do submissive very well.” You lean down, warm breath ghosting over his tanned skin, tongue flickering out to run over a pebbled nipple. Kida flinches, breaths coming quickly. “And you knew that.”

You grasp your scarf, maintaining eye contact with Kida as you fully pull it off. “But you like it when I’m in charge, don’t you? You love testing me, making me take you down.” You keep your magic active for several more moments, just long enough loop the scarf around Kida’s wrists and through the headboard. Several tugs to make sure it’s tight, and your magic fades. “You love making me force you down.”

Kida instantly bucks upward, tail undulating about behind you. You merely ride the waves, keeping your place as easily as a sailor at home on their ship. “Whoa! No need for that!”

As he continues to thrash about like a wild animal, you sigh. You’d really hoped to avoid this, but…

The yelp that comes when you strike him across the face with the back of your hand is almost enough to make you pause, but it effectively freezes him in place. “Enough!” You hiss. It stills him long enough for you to pull yourself upward. You frame his face with your hands, fingers gently brushing over his cheeks.

His eyes watch you, staring as you examine every part of his face. From the dark skin, roughened from years on his family’s farm, to the scar bisecting his full lips, to the subtle dips and flares of his bones, he is beautiful, and he is yours to love.

Feeling nearly overwhelmed with something you can’t yet name, you give in to your wants. “I love you.” A soft kiss, like the brush of butterfly wings, right on his lips. “You are gorgeous.” A trail of kisses down the line of his jaw, stopping right at the base of his neck, a tongue laving at the tender skin there. “You are kind, and smart, and so talented.” You punctuate each word with sharp nips to his neck, leaving small marks behind.

He moves his head out of your grasp, a snarl deforming his lips. A blush colors his face, and it is less in total defiance, and more his unwillingness to grasp that your words are true. “No…”

You grasp Kida’s chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “You are my everything. I will show you, no matter how long it takes.” His eyes wide, disbelieving, you swallow the protest he tries to make, and the following gasp as you lower yourself onto Kida with no warning.

You ride the naga into oblivion, watching as Kida attempts to keep himself quiet, and failing, high pitched keens and moans filtering through clenched teeth. All it takes is a slow grind to have such delicious commentary filling the room, not even Kida’s iron will standing under your assault.

And so you lose yourself in the movements, in the aches and the pains and the moans and groans, throwing everything you have into convincing this stubborn snake man that he is loved and beloved, and that he is worth it.

It all seems to end way to soon. At some point, you aren’t entirely sur, Kida had managed to finally unravel the scarf holding him hostage and in a move rivaling your own earlier, threw you onto your back and began thrusting in earnest, his coils wrapping around your legs as they moved and undulated. It was all you could do to wrap your arms around his neck, a grounding point, and hang on for the ride, no matter how short.

“O-oh. Fuck!” Kida cries out, finally, his face pressing into the conjunction where shoulder and neck meet. His coils tighten around your legs as he presses you harder into the bed, a familiar warmth filling your lower belly. Color flashes across your vision as you come yourself, muscles clenching in that achingly delightful way.

For hours, seconds, days, minutes, it seems to go on, until you come to again, this time on your back without the bulk of your lover hanging over you. You wince when you try to move but know it’s an easy fix. A small drain on your magic is all that occurs when you heal yourself.

Kida appears back in your field of view, this time holding a towel and a clay pitcher in his hands. Seeing you awake, he instantly moves to your side. “Are you alright?” He runs a hand through your hair, brushing it back from your face. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He lifts himself back up onto the bed, burling himself around you.

You laugh lightly, twisting yourself so you face him. “Nothing a little magic can’t take care of, I promise.” You examine the blooming bruise on his cheek, the cut from your ring no longer bleeding. A flash of magic and the injuries are gone.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” even though it’s gone, it’s fresh in your mind. You brush his cheek, waiting for him to wince, tell you it still hurts. Even though it was part of the whole scene, it’s still something you struggle with.

Kida clasps your hand, pulling it close to press his lips against your palm. “You didn’t hurt me, dearest. We talked about it earlier, remember? I told you I could handle it.”

“I know, I just…” Your words faded off, unsure why you were even feeling guilty. It was something you guys really had talked about before even setting the scene. How much pain he could handle, how far he wanted you to go, your own limits. It was something you considered.

You could feel Kida’s eyes on you even as your brain began its familiar downward spiral of self-deprecation and pity. “No.” Kida turned your head back to him. “I won’t allow you to even go there.” He says, planting a kiss on your cheek. “We had fun, I’m not hurt, you aren’t hurt, we’re both good. Now, stop thinking so hard.”

Kida snags the rag. Dipping it into the lukewarm water and wiping the excess bodily fluids off your bodies as he continues to whisper words of encouragement. As much as the scene had been about him and his worth, he knew you needed them just as much as he did.

Before long, sleep drags at your eyelids, and even Kida’s best attempts can’t keep you awake. Rather sullenly he pulls the blankets over the two of you and curls himself even tighter around your small form.

Of course!

You grip the pillow above your head tightly, trying to ground yourself against the sensations going on below. But something Astha does sends pleasure through you, whiting out your vision. You are a slave to the pure sensation as your throw your head back, back arched toward the ceiling as you scream your rapture for the world.

Astha chuckles, the vibrations doing things as she tightens her grip on your thighs, keeping you still. You feel her tongue work it’s way along, doing a rather wicked twist that sends you spinning.

How does she know how to do this??

You try to grind down on her face, but a small nip to your privates keeps your hips stilled. Finally, finally, after what feels like hours, Astha brings you to release. As you pant, Astha raises herself above you, grinning wickedly, and swoops in for a kiss. There is a sharp, almost something foreign to her as her tongue invades your mouth. You realize its your own taste. The thought is so dizzying, you barely register her question after she pulls away.

“Wha-?” You say brilliantly.

Astha laughs, pulling you up into her lap. “I said, how was it?”