You were never really conventional. At least not in the way that mattered. You had a thirst of curiosity unquenchable with simple trips to faraway lands. And for a while, you believed that you would never be satisfied.

But then you met Asra.

Your curiosity led you into a cave, one surrounded by glowing ivy and ferns, mushroom bulbs erupting from the mossy earth before the rock entrance. It was breathtaking, purely magical as you entered and came to the sight of glowing flowers illuminating the inside. The air seemed fresh, crisp against your tongue despite the dank atmosphere of other caves you’ve crawled your way through. You took another step forward, and your foot hit something wide, sleek, and fleshy.

The new mystery starts to slide, disappearing into a shaded area in the cave's corner. You beckon a little closer, and the mass wriggles again, coiling and retracting within the shadows- and then emerging. A long thick tail made up of lavender scales comes forth, taking up space and caging you in. A torso follows, golden brown skin and glimmering jewelry; and then his face, oh, his face- the gentle amethyst of his eyes and mischievous curve of his lips, the fluffy white curls on his head and he seemed much too lovable to be a monster you heard about in fairytales.

And really he was. Asra was the most enchanting being you had ever laid eyes on, and for the first time as you took in his large and sleek body and tail, you felt your curiosity satiated.

Though it seems that Asra is not only enchanting but incredibly clingy as well. Maybe that’s not the right word—enamored seems more accurate. There’s never a dull moment when you cross the threshold into his domain; always a time full of laughter and sunbathing and fresh, ripe fruit. At first, you thought it was just Naga hospitality despite everything you had read and the horrors humans have faced in the grasps of one, but Asra was just so calming and approachable, he was someone you couldn’t imagine baring fangs and spitting venom.

Asra greets you with a steady flicking of his tail, the end rising up and wagging gently in the air. “Not tired of me yet?” You chuckle, flicking a stray curl out of his face. His tongue peeks from his lips with a quick flick, tasting the air and your place within it. “I never could be, not of you.” He coos, following after you as you tread deeper into his home.

“You were a little later today.” He sighs, coiling up against the area you’ve decided to settle in, right next to the glimmering lagoon. Asra can’t help but admire the way the teal light of the gentle current reflects off your face. “Ah, I was? I didn’t realize you tracked the time.” You let your hand dangle in the cool water. “But, I did make a little friend right before I got here.”

“Friend?” He asks cautiously. He can’t help the twinge of jealousy that strikes his chest and pools in his gut. “Yes! I met the cutest little bunny rabbit on my way here and I just had to give him some of the grapes I had in my bag. But don’t worry I still have some left, I know how much you love it when I feed you…”

Asra feels his chest become lighter again and he nearly laughs at how foolish it was to get jealous over a rabbit. Unless…you meant you found another hybrid–

“Still with me, Asra?” You snap your fingers in front of his face and his eyes focus again, the little slits expanding slightly. “Of course, forever and always.” He purrs, bumping his face against your still outstretched hand. You laugh and he slides his chin across your wrist as thoroughly as he can manage. Whether or not the rabbit was one of his kind or not, his smell on you would deter even the most persistent of a rival–at least he sincerely hopes; he wouldn’t want to have to take you away, though a day spent with you hugged up in his arms and coils smelling so strongly of him doesn’t sound all that bad.

“Since you were late, I should have you all to myself for a little while longer, shouldn’t I?” With a gentle curl to his lips, Asra reaches out to grab at your satchel and rummage. You let him, an amused grin on your face. “Oh, is that true?” You muse.

“Mhm,” he finds the grapes you mentioned before, plucking one from the bundle and popping it into his mouth. “It’s only fair, for keeping me waiting for my favorite human.” His tongue darts from his lips, lapping up the drops of juice left behind from the fruit. Warmth pools in your body and you suddenly feel a little sweaty.

“I suppose that’s a fair deal,” you swallow, plucking the vine of grapes from his hands. Asra pouts before you pluck a grape and hold it to his lips. “I’ve never been bored with you.”

Asra opens his mouth, rows of sharp and dangerous teeth slowly revealed with the peek of his tongue. You press the plump grape onto his tongue and he closes his mouth around your fingers before you can pull them away. His teeth scrape dangerously close to your fingers as they pierce the flesh of the fruit, his tongue curling against your fingerpad. You feel him swallow and take ahold of your wrist, lost in the feeling of your warm fingers against his long tongue. You but down on your bottom lip, watching him take your fingers deeper with awe.

You had always liked him, that much was clear; though it was stupid of you to think your feelings were one-sided, that this was just normal behavior for Nagas, not when he’s holding your wrist with your fingers down his throat.

Asra looks almost drunk when his eyes open up again, a low trill from deep in his chest–and his teeth scrape your fingers. Your yelp is more like a groan and he licks the pad of your fingers again in an apology. “I…” you pull your fingers from his mouth and a trail of pink translucent saliva follows. He speaks before you can. “I have…a confession to make,” he heaves, bumping his chin against your hand again, smearing his own spit against his skin as he scents you. “I love you. I always have, since that first moment and I,” he kisses your fingertips again, dragging his tongue against the still trickling bite on your finger. He groans, nudging his nose against your palm and inhaling. “I need you, like the air I breathe, you’re all I need. I think I’d die without you.”

“Take me,” Asra pleads, taking your spit-soaked hand in his own and holding it tight. “Make me yours, I need you, mate me, please.”

Your heart hammers in your chest, blood rushing into your ears and you’ve never wanted something more. It’s spontaneous and rush-filled, but it feels right. Like everything in your life had led you to this moment with him.

Asra breathes a big sigh of shaking relief, his hands clutching at your shoulders as you lean in, lips a hair's breadth away from his. He can’t handle the wait, and so he rushes forward, crushes his lips against yours in a desperate connection. You can feel every ounce of his love and obsession in the kiss, the way your name whines from his lips when you press your tongue into his mouth. His trembling gasp when you suck on his tongue fills you with heat, spreading through your body and pooling down below. You’re getting hard, just from a wet kiss- yet you can’t blame yourself when he’s making all these sweet sounds.

And Asra’s fairing no better, the end of his tail wagging almost violently in the air, his hands sliding up to your face and cupping your face desperately. He nearly fights you when you pull away, chasing after to press sloppy kisses against the corner of your mouth. “Please,” he heaves. “Don’t wait any longer, fuck me.”

A shock of arousal shoots up your spine and your dick twitches in your pants. “So impatient.” You can’t help but tease, pulling away enough to get a look for…where are you supposed to…

Asra follows your gaze, a little giggle escaping his lips. “Here…” his hand slides down to the slit under his belly in the tail, using two fingers to spread it apart. You gape at it, reaching out to gently prod at the squishy, wet lips of his cloaca. He shivers, tail thumping against the ground. You had read about this in passing, those erotica novels about inhuman creatures, but you didn’t think they were accurate.

You take his hand's place and feel around, sliding your fingers across the edge before spreading it wide, peeking into the slightly cavernous hole. His cock peeks from inside, slowly wiggling its way out. And so, you press your finger in and gently coax it out.

The sound that comes from his throat is high-pitched and cracking, his hips pushing forward and his tails end brushing against your leg. “Don’t tease- not yet,”

His cock emerges, and you find yourself a tad bit confused. In the novels…

“Aren’t there supposed to be two?”

Asra’s face falls. “Where did you- did someone else show you theirs? Who did it, you can tell me-“

“No!” You quickly spit out. “No, no! I just- a silly book, that’s all.”

His bristle lessons. “Ah, yes, of course. I’m…a little different.” He says almost bashfully, glancing down at the short cock protruding from his cloaca.

“That’s ok, I think it’s lovely,” you press a soft kiss along his chin, and Asra trills. “And you felt so soft inside…I can’t wait to be inside you.” The trilling turns to a stifled moan. “Do it- do it now,” he gasps out and you would laugh at his insistence if you weren’t already uncomfortably hard in your pants.

You have to work around Asra’s hands while shimmying your pants down your hips, sighing in relief when your cock bobs free. He stares down at it in some kind of awe, deep purple eyes wide and his heart hammering in anticipation. Another trickle of discharge drips from his vent.

You kick off your pants the rest of the way and throw them aside, sliding your hands across the wide expanse of his tail. “Can you- uh, lean back a little…” Asra lays back against his own coils, his tail still wrapped around your ankle. You straddle his tail, aligning yourself up with his hole and slowly sinking in.

“Oh! Oh gods, oh gods, just how- ohh..” Your hips press flush against his cool scales and he grabs at your hips, holding you deep in. “I love you- I love you, I love you. All mine now, hah, filling me up,” Asra babbles, face flushed and hands sliding down his torso, down to his scaled front where his fingers frame his stretched cloaca. “Gods, you feel so good, so wet.” You give a testing rock of your hips, a mutual groan following.

Asra’s continuous stream of babbling fills your ears as your thrusts become more rhythmic, skin slapping against skin and sticky arousal sticking to your pelvis.

“Mate me,” he chokes out. “Breed me, m-hah, make me y-yours, forever.” Asra sounds purely delirious, clenching weakly around your cock and spitting out pleas and praise. It fills you with such intense heat, makes you drive deeper into his soft wetness, and seek out those high-pitched keens. “You want babies?” You dig your fingers into his scaly hips and grind in deep, your pelvis rubbing against his little swollen cock.

“Fuck, yes!” He squeals of all things, his tail reaching up to your waist and curling around in a possessive grip. “Fill me, fill me up and, ah-hahahh, give me your babies.” His arms curl around your neck, tugging you down until your nose brushes against his chin. “I’m gonna make you all nice and round, fill you with my babies,” you press sloppy kisses along his jawline and Asra leans his head back in wait. “Bite,” he whines. “Bite me, mark me, pleasepleaseplease-”

You don’t think too hard, lost in the hot wet pleasure of him that you sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. He sobs, a great heaving sob, and cums against both your stomachs. The clenching is enough to make the knot in your stomach border on snapping, your thrusts growing sloppy. “Cum in me,” Asra hiccups, his tail tightening around your waist, fingers holding the back of your head. “I want a family- I want your babies in me.”

Your teeth dig in deeper, copper staining your tongue as your bury yourself into the hilt, and with a few more stuttery thrusts, you cum deep inside him. He croons in delight, a relaxed and contented sigh passing his lips as you dislodge your teeth from his shoulder and lick away the pain. His tail loosens its hold and you slump against him, your softening cock still seated in his warmth, plugging him up.

“I love you, so very much,” Asra settles his hands against your back, rubbing circles into your skin. “I’d rather die than be without you.” He confesses, a grim statement in comparison to his soft touches. “You don’t have to worry about that, I’m never leaving you.” You lift your head up and nuzzle your nose against his. “I love you too.”