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There was a long line of soldiers in Shiro’s family. His father was in the royal guard, just like their father before them. It was only natural for Shiro to follow in their footsteps; after all, it was all he had ever known. Eventually, with his skill and hard work he worked his way up to becoming the Captain of the Royal Guard, leading his men the way his family had taught for generations.
Shiro had always been hailed as a ‘champion’ by the royal family, his prowess and ferocity in battle were unmatched. Nothing could stop him- nothing but the one thing he could have never seen coming.
Rather, the one person he could never have seen coming.
When he was betrayed by the Prince he was responsible for guarding, everything Shiro thought he knew turned on its head. Sure, he managed to escape with his life, but it cost him so much; his trust shattered, hopes dashed, right arm severed- cut cleanly off just above the elbow, and no home to return to.
Most days, as Shiro wandered, he found himself lost in thought. No longer sure if there was any purpose in life after the betrayal of someone he thought he could trust. How could there possibly be any meaning left in this cold and unforgiving world, if not even that was absolute.
He was lost in more than one sense of the word, feet heavy and body growing sore with every meadow and passage he wandered aimlessly through until finally stumbling into a mysterious hidden forest in the mountains. Shiro was just looking for a place to rest, and this would have to do.
The forest was quiet and tranquil with enormous, ancient trees that created the perfect canopy against the elements. Little pockets of meadows spotted the landscape, able to grow where enormous trees had been felled. They gave the forest a softness and beauty that otherwise would have been missed. Shiro meandered, feeling at peace for the first time in months since the betrayal. Soon, the sound of babbling water caught his attention and his feet moved in the direction of a picturesque brook.
The sight was ethereal. Clear, flowing water cascaded across smooth river stones, continuing down into a deep pond that was almost crystalline. Shiro was mesmerized instantly, moving closer to the water, wanting to run his fingers through the cool liquid. On a subconscious level, he smiled, his soul feeling instantly soothed. He was safe.
It had been far too long since he took the time to stop and smell the proverbial roses, and he had not realized just how damaged he had become over the years, even before the unscrupulous betrayal.
Shiro was so utterly caught up in the soothing sounds of running water, sunbeams shining through the dancing leaves of the canopy, and the soft breeze caressing his cheeks that he failed to notice the sudden hush of the forest.
There were no longer any bird calls, or the sounds of small animals skittering through the underbrush, a sign that a predator was around. Eventually, Shiro heard something approaching him from nearby, causing the hairs on his body to stand and filling him with primal fear and dread.
He was no stranger to this feeling, it had served him well back in the Guard. To the untrained man, it could easily spell one’s demise, but for a warrior, it was a call to arms. On the battlefield, the fight or flight response had kept him alive to fight another day, always urging him to push forwards with every last fibre of his being. Not only for himself but for his men, for their families, for his kingdom– for his prince. His downfall, the physical embodiment of his betrayal.
Shiro didn’t want to fight any longer, there was no one left to protect, so he simply closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
“Do with me what you must, but please do not make me suffer any more than I already have.”
Shiro’s voice never wavered as he spoke at a mere whisper. He had no idea who he was speaking with, or what for that matter, but he felt the need to make the request regardless.
The sound from before stopped, what seemed only a few metres away, and yet Shiro did not feel compelled to look. The sound started once again, what he could only describe as someone pulling a long silken robe across the forest floor. Shiro’s brows creased, why would anyone be doing such a thing? His curiosity finally got the better of him and he slowly opened his eyes.
Even though Shiro had only closed his eyes for a few moments, his surroundings appeared dark as night, as if the sun had set without his knowledge. The confusion only lasted a moment before he realized that he was actually staring at something dark, blacker than midnight, on a starless night.
Shiro’s gaze moved upwards, his instincts once again guiding him, while he tried to figure out just what he had been met with. But before he could fully spring to action and defend himself, it was almost as if the darkness instantly swallowed him whole. Shiro was immediately knocked unconscious by the unseen force as the broken soldier’s mind slipped away into the abyss.
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Shiro groaned loudly as he awoke, his head throbbing and threatening him with a cascade of drums if he opened his eyes. He couldn’t remember what had happened. One moment Shiro was staring up into what he could only describe as liquid pools of fire, and then next he was waking up somewhere luxuriously warm and soft.
Soft?
The texture of fur beneath Shiro’s fingertips finally forced him to open his eyes and take a look around. As far as he could tell, he was in some sort of enormous, round cavern. Recessed niches held softly glowing balls of white light close to the ceiling, dimmed to a level that was gentle to his headache. He turned his head from side to side, noticing the impressive bed of furs he resided in the middle of, but that was not what distracted him.
On the other side of the hollowed-out living space was the most beautiful creature Shiro had ever seen in his life.
There was a sparkling pool of water, alit from within in such a way that Shiro had no clue how it worked. But none of that mattered as his gaze remained locked on the lithe, powerful form of the most beautiful young man Shiro had ever seen.
He seemed to be bathing, his back turned away from where Shiro was now sitting up in the nest of furs. The young man had flawless, milky skin, his long raven-black hair tied into a loose plait that cascaded over his shoulder.
As if sensing that Shiro had awakened, the young man turned and locked his fiery gaze onto him, crossing the pool of water easily and climbing out in one smooth motion. It did not make any sense, the way he moved in the water was unnatural, but as soon as Shiro was able to lay his gaze upon the rest of the beautiful creature’s body, he had his answer.
He was a Naga, with the torso of a human and the lower body of an enormous snake.
Shiro was mesmerized, his mouth became dry from the sight, but it was not exactly out of fear. The young man, or rather, the Naga glided across the cavern with ease towards Shiro with his gaze locked onto the human’s form. His eyes were those same liquid pools of fire, boring holes through his very soul. Shiro did not cower, but he instantly felt a sense of warmth course through his veins and he ducked his head subconsciously, earning soft soothing sounds from the Naga.
It felt as though time had stopped, and Shiro waited for his fate. Why would this mythical creature, known to be powerful; worshiped as a god by some, and feared and hunted down by others, be trying to put him at ease?
If the Naga had wanted to devour him, Shiro would not be in the creature’s bed, would he? It was confusing, but a growing part of Shiro’s mind was telling him to just let go and see where the pieces fell.
The sound of the Naga reaching the nest of furs and stopping caught Shiro’s attention as he peeked up through his long lashes. He still had his head bowed, wondering why he felt such a need to submit to the mythical creature when a voice like silk slipped through the air.
“What is your name?” The Naga spoke assuredly, tilting his head to the side slightly in curiosity.
The Naga had an air about him, one that held no worry or fear, as though he knew Shiro would tell him exactly what he wanted.
“Takashi Shirogane, but everyone calls me Shiro,” he answered immediately, shivering from the intensity of the Naga’s gaze. Shiro couldn’t help but watch in awe as the creature slipped into the large nest with ease, he hovered overhead and radiated power.
“Shiro… From this day forth you’re mine and mine alone.” The Naga spoke from so close to Shiro’s blushing skin, scenting the air around the human with his forked tongue. “I have healed your wounds to the best of my ability but there’s not much I can do about your arm, not that you’ll be needing it with what I have planned for you.”
It seemed like maybe this Naga had, in fact, decided to eat Shiro after all. He wondered if it would hurt to be killed and eaten by a giant snake-man, a thought he was becoming more and more sure of as the hands of the Naga wandered his body and tongue flicked over his skin lightly.
When his clawed hands rested over his chest it only took one solid push to take him down. It was so forceful he could only assume the Naga had coiled his tail, striking with force and pinning him into the nest of furs.
*Oomphf*
Shiro was dazed, staring up at the glowing balls of light floating around the ceiling with the Naga’s body holding him pinned down. It was terrifying, the thought of what the creature would do to him. The Naga had hunted him, captured him and had him in a defenseless position amongst the nest of furs. He was sure this was the end for him, and all Shiro felt was an overwhelming warm surge through his body as all the tension slipped away from his aching muscles.
“What…” Shiro tried to speak, but the Naga was burrowing into the crook of his neck. Sharp rows of backward hooking fangs grazed over Shiro’s skin, and before the front two caught skin and sank in. Shiro couldn’t contain the moan that fell from his lips, his desire spiking as fear mixed with utter confusion for his situation.
“You smell divine, Shiro. So warm and full of life. As soon as you stepped into my territory I knew you were mine, that you had to belong to me. You may call me Keith, it is a name I was given by humans long ago… but I sense you would like to call me by a title, hmm?”
The Naga, Keith, chuckled darkly into Shiro’s heated skin as he continued his exploration.
Shiro knew he should have been afraid as sharp fangs pricked across the delicate skin on his neck like countless needles, but every fibre of his being demanded he submit to the Naga.
So, he did; relaxing into the nest of furs as Keith hissed wickedly in response and continued to lay claim to Shiro’s body.
He had no clue how much time had passed. His head was spinning even with the overhead lights pulsing and dimming.
Each of his limbs grew heavier and as he slowly lost all his will, he wondered if Keith's bite was venomous. Suddenly, the fear that he might actually slowly be dying and was to be consumed for supper had him in a vice. The palm of his hand was clammy, his head spun, but all the while that strange warmth pooled in his gut.
A light chuckle sounded from close by and Keith sat upright and smiled down at Shiro, sharp fangs gleaming in the low light.
“My bite will not hurt you. in fact, it will just help you relax; it is a toxin that’s easy to fight off should my prey want to flee. But here you are. It is just as I suspected. You really are so perfect for me Shiro”
He had no idea what the Naga was alluding to, nothing had been considered perfect about him in a long time, but the thought alone brought Shiro more peace than he had experienced in years.
Although Keith’s human half was smaller than Shiro himself, the lower half had to be at least twelve metres long but he somehow still managed to underestimate it. Despite having a good majority of it wrapped around him there was still more.
Shiro felt the tip of Keith’s tail before he saw it, coiling around his leg and dragging him down the bed.
He yelped softly in surprise, earning a chuckle from Keith that made Shiro blush. He did not understand the overwhelming emotions he felt for this god-like creature and did not wish to pick them apart right at that moment. With how tightly they were coiled together it would have been quite difficult to think about anything else.
Keith kept a hold on Shiro, moving along the length of his body. Keith’s warm, human torso was pressed flush against Shiro’s own heated skin and laid open mouth kisses across every inch of skin he could reach. Shiro whimpered while Keith’s forked tongue flicked out with ease, followed by Keith’s sharp bites that he placed with delicate precision.
As much as he hated to admit it, Shiro wasn’t averse to pain. In fact, he had always considered himself strange for enjoying a little bit of it during his rare couplings in the past, but this was different.
What Shiro was experiencing from Keith was better than he could have ever imagined.
He didn’t mean to moan so loudly, but the sound escaped him before he could stop himself. He worried that it was too much, that the Naga would take offense, but instead Keith was smiling up at him with a knowing look.
“My little human enjoys being bitten, I see? Well then, I do not have to hold back quite as much as I was planning to,” Keith’s pupils turned to slits, a low rumble leaving his chest that made Shiro’s now plump cock absolute ache. He had no idea what was wrong with him, but every feral sound that came from the Naga, each possessive look of dominance on Keith’s face, was enough to push Shiro further and further into that relaxed, floaty space.
Shiro had seen these types of reactions before, but never in this type of context. Prisoners of war that submitted to their fate, and refused to fight any longer. That was what Shiro was feeling, the act of submission, yet he did not feel as if he had lost.
“What are you… What do you mean?” Shiro’s voice was breathy as though he had just finished a long run. He should have been embarrassed by the reactions of his body, but he just could not bring himself to be.
The Naga sat up, moving to lay across Shiro’s torso and peered down at him from close. Keith was beyond beautiful in Shiro’s eyes, the desire to touch and caress was palpable to the point that he almost missed Keith’s next words.
“You are my toy now, human. Mine to do with as I wish, for all of eternity,” Keith spoke softly, not a hint of malice in his voice. Stating a fact as if they had been discussing what to eat for breakfast, and Keith knew exactly what it was he wanted. The statement should have scared Shiro, but instead, it merely reassured him that what he was feeling was valid. “My little pet does not have anything to say about that, do they?”
“You want me?” Shiro spoke with an air of wonder, a little smile threatening to tug at his lips as he tried to hold himself together. It was a new feeling for him. He had always dreamed of being wanted, whether a friend, lover or even his own Master. Yet, no one had ever wanted him in return.
It was as if the Naga could practically read Shiro’s mind, the soft rumble emanating from his chest again while he leaned down running his tongue along the human’s sharp jawline. Shiro tilted his head to the side to allow Keith more access, shivering as the forked tongue slid across his skin with abandon.
“Can I truly want something that is already mine? Yes, I want you. From the moment I set my eyes on you, I knew you would be mine. Will you accept me as I am, and trust me to take care of you?” Keith spoke with confidence into Shiro’s ear, and he whimpered in response. That was good enough for the Naga, and his powerful tail coiled around Shiro’s body and effortlessly flipped him over in the nest.
Shiro was dazed and confused, the soft furs tickled his face as he tried to turn back around. But the Naga had already grabbed a hold of Shiro’s hips, securing him in place as he settled between his open thighs. He had no clue what Keith was trying to do, situating himself between Shiro’s legs, bent and his naked behind exposed to the room. He felt the deep crimson blush on his cheeks as delicate hands explored the most private areas of Shiro’s body.
“Relax, little one, I wouldn't hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact,” Keith practically purred, a strange sound for a Naga to emanate, mere inches away from Shiro’s most intimate places. He closed the distance slowly and began to nip at his human’s exposed skin, dragging his sharp fangs from the dips in Shiro’s lower back downwards in slow, calculated movements. Shiro moaned loudly, shaking from the surge of pleasure that coursed through him and he automatically opened his legs wider for the Naga to slide in as close as possible.
Shiro wasn’t afraid, he had heard of such things in passing, mostly from irreputable knights that would spend more time at the brothels than on the training field. But having someone so close, licking and kissing across sensitive skin was more than Shiro could have ever imagined. He arched his back and relaxed into the nest as the Naga stopped teasing him and dove in to claim his prize.
Keith’s tongue was bigger than any snake, slick and rough while being forked at the tip. It was also impossibly long. The Naga licked across Shiro’s exposed hole, moving down to his balls and across the sensitive patch of skin in between. It was enough for Shiro to see stars, crying out nonsensically as Keith continued with no sense of urgency in his movements. Shiro had never experienced such pleasures before, he whimpered and clawed with his one good arm at the blankets. For a moment he remembered that he would never again use his right arm, and the thoughts caused him to stiffen and shake.
“Shh, you are safe here with me, no one will ever hurt you again my love…” Keith pulled back to wrap himself around Shiro’s shivering form, and to whisper sweet words in his ear. He should have been terrified of the Naga taking him hostage, a prisoner, but there was no fear for his situation.
He wanted to be owned, to have a real Master.
“P-promise?” Shiro whispered so softly any normal human would have not been able to hear him, but Keith was a mighty creature and instantly cooed in response. He kissed along Shiro’s skin, worshiping his body with each caress.
“How can you… I mean… It is as if you know me?” Shiro swallowed hard as he blurted out the words, a question he had been pondering for quite some time. The Naga spoke as if he knew Shiro, but he would have remembered meeting such a beautiful creature, would he not?
Keith chuckled darkly, returning to his ministrations without answering Shiro’s question, not that it mattered when he was being opened up in such a wonderful manner. His legs shook almost violently, tears welled up in his eyes as Keith played his body like a finely tuned instrument. Just as Shiro was reaching his peak, the pleasure building up in his body threatening to explode at any moment, Keith pulled back with an almost sadistic chuckle as he teased the poor human.
“I have known you since you came into existence, my beloved. I have been worshiped as a god by some, a demon by others, but regardless of my true nature, I have always known you would be mine. The one fated to be mine.” Keith spoke with such confidence and Shiro immediately accepted, even nodding his head softly against the furs of their nest. He was Keith’s, and in return, the Naga would belong to Shiro as well.
“Now, let me show you such pleasure you will be unable to walk unaided for a few days”
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Shiro had no idea how much time had passed after his fifth, or possibly sixth orgasm. Keith seemed intent on driving him insane, sucking on Shiro’s sensitive member as if there was nothing better in the world to do. It had become too much long ago, but Shiro’s mind had seemingly floated away as he allowed Keith to do whatever he wished.
He did not know why Keith took so much time to prepare him, opening up Shiro’s tight hole with his tongue. It was overwhelming in the best possible sense, if not embarrassing under any other context. Shiro had given up trying to contain his voice and he wailed, the sounds hoarse, his poor throat in need of reprieve just like the rest of his body. Finally, after what seemed like eons, Keith removed his long tongue from Shiro’s messy, twitching hole with a smirk.
“Look at how open and ready you are for me, what a perfect little pet you are,” Keith cooed softly, slithering upwards as he took a hold of Shiro’s plush cheeks, spreading him open and hissing softly at the sight. He could see the look of dark desire on Keith’s face, how he gazed at his own handy work with a sense of utter, lustful need. It made Shiro feel weak to be wanted in such a way.
“Y-yeah?” Shiro’s voice was nearly broken but the words sent sparks of desire through his body that he could not ignore. He wanted to hear more, to feel and see how much Keith was enjoying himself, using Shiro’s body for his own personal desires.
He was ready to beg the Naga to give him absolutely everything that *he* wanted to do to him.
Shiro had resigned himself, finally accepting the role he had always desired to fall into, one that society always shunned as being for the weak and helpless. Shiro was not either of those things, and the look on Keith’s face only managed to solidify the emotions that were raging around in Shiro’s psyche.
“You are ready for me now, aren’t you… Takashi. And you’ll do whatever I ask of you,” Keith licked his lips, arching his back and showing off the long, sinful lines of his muscular upper torso.
Shiro whimpered, nodding his head and followed the lines of lithe muscles downwards until he came to a sight that made his mouth water.
Keith’s cock had slipped out of a hidden slit within his tail. It was huge, thick, and bulbous at the base with what appeared to be sharp ridges along the underside. Shiro was mesmerized, studying the Naga’s member as if it was the most important thing in the world.
Shiro continued to observe how Keith’s large member tapered upwards into a flared head, more bumps lined just beneath the frenulum as the Naga finally took his cock in hand. He only needed to give it one stroke of his hand before he was obscenely leaking what appeared to be a lavender-coloured precum. The scent was the first thing that Shiro noticed as his pupils dilated, and every muscle in his body relaxed into a puddle of goo.
“My seed has aphrodisiac properties that will allow for an easier coupling, that does not bother you, does it?” Keith waited for Shiro to answer, respecting his space but continuing to pump his hard cock and letting loose more and more of that delicious scent. Shiro would not have been able to deny the Naga even if he had wanted to.
A little whimper left Shiro's lips and he managed to nod, eyes hooded with lust as he opened up his legs further to accommodate the Naga's impressive size. Except, without warning, Keith took hold of Shiro's body and expertly flipped him around to land softly in the nest of furs. Shiro blushed fiercely, mouth opening and closing in awe that made the Naga chuckle darkly in response.
"I wish to see the expressions you make when you are stuffed full of my cock, would you not also like to see me as well?" Keith teased and Shiro squirmed under his intense gaze. But whether it was the intoxicating scent of the Naga's seed or the pure desire to be owned and used, Shiro licked his lips and answered in such a way that he surprised them both.
"Yes, Master."
Shiro would have been slightly mortified at that moment if he’d had the time to think. Keith immediately responded with a possessive growl and pushed forward, taking each of Shiro's thick thighs in hand and nearly folding him in half.
"Fuck, that's right my love, you belong to me. You are mine to use and pleasure for all of eternity," Keith had leaned in and whispered, slowly pressing the head of his flared cock against Shiro's wet and fluttering hole. It was so hot, almost unbearably so, but Shiro did not worry. He knew that Keith would take care of him, show him such pleasure that would have been otherwise inhumanly possible. Shiro merely nodded, tipping his head to the side and exposing his neck in submission for the Naga.
"Yours, I'm all yours now and forever!"
The Naga went almost painfully slow, slipping his leaking cock into Shiro's tightness one inch at a time. He kept pulling out again, allowing Shiro to adjust to the intrusion but honestly it was driving him mad. Shiro was a whimpering mess, his own member trying to harden again, but after spilling so many times he just could not, yet. Keith whispered softly to him, growling possessively when he reached the top of his bulbous knot.
"That's my sweet little toy, you like that don't you? Your body was made for me, so open and perfect to fuck over and over again. Would you like that? To be my sex slave forever?" The Naga pulled back and began to thrust his cock deep into Shiro's tight hole, drinking down the loud moans he made. Shiro whined at Keith's words, nodding his head furiously only to have the Naga hiss, harshly grabbing Shiro's hips to hold him down and really fuck him.
"I asked you a question, you *will* answer me!" Keith growled, his voice husky with lust as dilated pupils caught Shiro in their spell. His claws dug into Shiro's supple flesh but the pain was a welcome addition to the onslaught he was experiencing.
"Yes, Master! I'm all yours to do with as you wish! I want it, I, ahhh, I need it please!!!" Shiro begged loudly, crying out when the Naga changed the angle of his thrusts and began to assault his prostate with abandon. It seemed that Keith appreciated Shiro's words, leaning down to nip into the side of his neck, covering Shiro in his marks.
"That's right, you are all mine forever- you'll never be able to escape me, even death will never visit you!"
Keith's words struck Shiro as odd, considering he was human and would eventually age and pass away if he was so lucky. But he did not have a lot of time to think about the meaning behind the Naga's statement as a dull ache began to course through his oversensitive body. Keith had begun to fuck his thick knot past Shiro's rim, growling from the pressure. Shiro nearly screamed from the delicious stretch. It was almost too much, and he writhed beneath the Naga, thick tears falling down his cheeks as sobs broke free from his throat.
"That's it, my sweet little human, take it all, let everything go. I will care for you in every way possible." Keith cooed, then groaned as he finally pushed the large knot fully into Shiro's ass and shuddered when the human clamped down in reaction.
It was more than enough to have the Naga spill long and hard, filling Shiro perfectly as Keith's knot kept them locked together for the foreseeable future. But it was Keith sinking his sharp fangs into the side of Shiro's neck that had the poor human coming again and again, like an endless fountain as he shook from the pleasure that coursed through his veins.
"We are complete my sweet little pet. You are bound to me for all of eternity and I look forward to playing with you often."
Shiro smiled softly, his eyes squeezed shut but the feeling of warmth flooding his veins could only be described as unconditional happiness. The poor man could not take the intensity any longer as he drifted into unconsciousness, going limp into the soft nest of furs with Keith wrapped around him possessively. Shiro had finally found his purpose in life and looked forward to spending an eternity with his new Master.
~ The End ~