Harem: Playroom
Black stone forms this room, every inch of the stonework kept polished to have a mirror-like sheen, every surface of it reflective. A set of double doors are set into the eastern and western walls of the room, with another set in the northwestern corner. Thin, square columns stretch from the floor to help hold the ceiling aloft, each of them marked with chains and manacles on all four sides. Along the northern and southern walls, windows are set into it, though they only look into alcoves, rather than to the outside. Pieces of variously colored crystal are arranged in abstract patterns in their frames, and behind them fires burn, creating an ever flickering, ever changing light in the chamber that reflects off all of the polished stone, making it glitter in the incessantly shifting light and keeping the shadows mostly driven from the room.
Between the windows, the walls are covered in carvings, kept just as well polished as the rest of the stonework. These depict fiendish looking creatures that are large and quite clearly males, a mix of feline and lizard, forcing themselves on elves and cats, some of them bound and others merely held down, while a mix of nobles and priests look on, none of them dressed decently and having their erect shafts prominently on display. In one prominent part of the carving, a jewel-decorated nobleman sits on what looks like a throne, surrounded by the demonic looking creatures as they force themselves on helpless individuals around him. The noble seems to be wearing a rather pleased and sadistic expression, and is eagerly stroking himself while he watches. Half hidden behind the nobleman's throne, another of the creatures stands, its cock jutting up noticeably as it leans over, as if whispering into the cat's ear.
Scattered about through the room are a number of divans and backless couches, mostly clustered beneath the windows, bathing the black silk that covers them in the glow from the fires as it refracts through the crystals. Many of them has metal rings unobtrusively attached to them at the corners, while at least a couple come equipped with actual manacles, and seem to have places for additional restraints to be attached. In the room's center, a series of chains dangle down from the ceiling, each with a manacle attached to the end of it. A series of winches attached to one of the pillars next to it allows the height of each of the chains to be adjusted. Pushed up against the walls near the doors are the only other furnishings to be found, wooden bookshelves that hold an assortment of bottles and carved wooden boxes, as well as restraints and manacles, long strips of silk, and other, less identifiable things, all jumbled together with no real order.


Tajharanaag [Naga-Demon]
Serpentine in nature, the exact height of this creature is difficult to determine, he normally carries himself reared up, about eight feet tall, with much of his tail behind him on the ground. A supple hide covers his lean, muscular form, the warm, thin scales smooth to the touch, and colored an iridescent, metallic gold over his body. While his lower body is that of a long, large serpent, it gives way to a more humanoid torso with two pairs of arms, one above the other, the creature's four hands ending in sharp, clawed fingers.
A long sinuous neck marks a return to the serpentine features, the creature's head being that of a large snake's, with a wide mouth adorned with a wicked set of fangs. The tongue that can be seen behind those fangs, however, isn't forked, instead being long and pointed, ebony in coloration. The serpent's unblinking eyes are a vivid, deep jade-green in color, sharply contrasting with the rest of his form. Perched atop the creature's smooth head, a pair of short, wickedly pointed horns jut, perhaps six inches in height as they poke from his hide. Like his nails and fangs, the horns are colored a glossy, reflective black.
The creature wears nothing, leaving the pebbly, reflective hide over his entire body on display. Along his lower, serpent body, the scales are larger, wide, flat patches along the underside, while they become more diamond shaped along the sides and top of that tail-like portion of his form. Unlike other such creatures, there's no overlap in the yielding scales, fine seams between them marking where they attach to the black skin beneath. When he moves about, the creature slithering on his lower body, his scales make a faint hissing sound as they're drug across the ground, one that matches the sound that sometimes comes from his mouth.
On his upper body, the scales quickly become tiny, a fine pebbled coating over his humanoid portion, which are curiously marked with the indentation of a navel and twin bare spots of nipples. The fine coating of scales also covers his arms and hands, and then up his neck and onto his head, glittering in the light as if he were painted gold, rather than merely golden colored. Marking the spot where his humanoid and serpentine halves meet is the opening of his internal sheath, the large, tapered head of the creature's cock poking from it, that spot of flesh never quite fully hidden inside of him as the rest of his shaft usually is.


Aissa [Dark Elf]
Aissa is a lithe elven girl, somewhere between four and four and a half feet in height, who appears to be about fifteen or sixteen. Her slender, youthful build strikes a perfect balance between athletic tone and shapely feminine form. Her skin is the color of dark chocolate, smooth and flawless over her small form. Her large, expressive eyes are a vivid green, flecked with speckles of brown. They frame a slender, delicate nose which perches above a pair of full lips. Her face is framed by a pair of long, delicate, pointed ears, perhaps half a foot or more in length, that tilt and swivel subtly to catch sounds. Silky black hair spills from her head, bound into myriads of slender braids which hang down to mid-back. Her braids, swept back and tucked behind her ears, are decorated by dozens of small ivory beads, and some of her braids have golden thread woven into them, sparkling rather brightly amidst her ebony locks.
The slender elf is quite naked, her dark chocolate skin exposed over her entire body. She looks somewhat shy and embarrassed by her state of undress. Her skin is smooth and soft to the touch and very easy on the eyes. Her breasts are small and rounded, fitting well with her lean, feminine figure, and tipped with slightly darker nipples. Her stomach is taut and smooth, accented by the shapely indentation of her bellybutton. A slender waist gives way to very feminine hips, and her legs are long and shapely. A downy tuft of black curls lies nestled at the apex her thighs. Her dainty feet are bare, the soles soft and sensitive. Several bracelets of painted wood, bone, ivory, and copper clink and clatter at her wrists with each subtle movement of her hands. Her nails are clean and strong, slightly long on her delicate fingers.



You've been brought into the room and then left in there alone with the only occupant of it, the demon-naga who has himself draped over one of the divans and is reclining on it, the creature using his lower pair of hands to lazily fondle the rigid length of his cock. After your escort left, there was the sound of the door's lock clicking shut quite audibly. The naga beckons you over with one hand, the serpentine beast almost leering as he looks over you nude form. "Come here, little elf," he hisses, the creature's long, pointed tongue then flicking out to trace along the edges of his mouth.

Aissa flinches, slightly, at the sound of the door's lock. Her ears dip as you beckon to her, and she casts a nervous glance around, but, still, steps up towards you, her gaze roaming over your golden scales, her eyes alternately sticking both where you fondle yourself and at the motion of your tongue.

Tajharanaag lazily keeps rubbing his fingers along the length of his shaft, just leisurely fondling the bare length of naga-flesh for the moment, clearly not really intent on getting himself off. As you near, he reaches over and drags the back of one claw up your thigh, smooth and cool as it touches against your bare skin with the point of it kept away from you. "Yesss, little one, come up here, and join me." As he says that, the end of his tail flicks off from the divan and curls loosely around your feet, just enough to brush those smooth, oddly warm scales against your flesh there without actually trying to wrap against you. "Perhapsss thisss little one wissshesss to pleassse usss? If ssshe doess, ssshe will enjoy it greatly."

Aissa's eyes settle on your fingers, watching you stroke your flesh. She flinches, subtly, at the smooth stroke of your claw, and she tries to stifle a frightened little gasp as your tail brushes about her feet. She swallows and bows her head, lightly climbing up onto the divan with you. She asks, softly, in an almost steady voice, "What do you wish me to do?"

Tajharanaag slides his hand around to give your bare rear a firm squeeze as you climb up there with him, the naga leering up at you for a moment. His free hand then slides down to join the other two at his cock, though its fingertips brush against his cocktip rather than stroke along that ridged length, gathering the thick, sticky clear fluid staining his flesh there on his fingers and claws. "You will tassste of me firssst, little one," he hisses, bringing that hand up to just before your face, the fine scales covering it smeared with his thick, musky precum. "Lick them clean, little one." The whole time, the serpentine creature keeps his lower hands rubbing along his cock's length, lazily stroking himself while he watches you with his unblinking jade eyes.

Aissa's hips give a little squirm when you squeeze her rear, and she stifles a little squeak. Her eyes, naturally, follow your hand as you touch yourself. As you bring your sticky fingers near her, she leans back, slightly. Then her eyes flick to yours, and she leans back toward your fingers and opens her mouth. She licks at your fingertips as she inhales the scent of your precum, her eyes looking into yours as she does so, her tongue flicking lightly at your fingers with timid little licks.

Tajharanaag holds his hand steady before you as you lick at it, the serpent letting out a quiet little hiss. "Yesss, you like it, little one. Perhapsss I ssshall reward you, then." After he finishes speaking, the hand at your rear gives another firm grope of it before the fingers of it slide away, their tips brushing along your rear's cleft, the smooth, finely pebbled hide covering them brushing down against the puckered hole hidden there for a moment before one fingertip finds its way to the velvety folds between your legs and touches against them. He keeps his claws away from your body as he's doing that, the naga looking rather pleased up at you as you clean his fingers, and his other hands keep up their lazy stroking along his cock, leisurely caressing at the rigid length of naga-cock jutting out from his body.

Aissa keeps licking at your fingertips, her cheeks darkening slightly at your words. She flinches at the squeeze and stroke of your fingers, her ears perking up as your smooth hide rubs at the cleft of her rear, and she draws in a slow breath. Her rear tenses at that contact, and then you see her face darken more as your fingertip slips between her thighs and strokes at sensitive flesh there. She closes her eyes for a moment, her licks growing a bit firmer as she strokes her tongue over your fingertips, cleaning them off.

Tajharanaag flicks his tongue from his mouth as he looks up at you, the serpentine creature looking rather pleased at the coloring of your cheeks. "You wisssh to be pleasssed, little one? Sssuck on my finger, then." As he says that, he gently pokes the tip of one clawed finger at your lips, the length of it stained with smears of his precum. "Sssuck it good, little one, and I will make sssure you enjoy pleasssing me greatly." The whole time, he keeps that finger between your thighs brushing up against you, just lazily caressing it against your lips as it traces along them, almost petting at them, much like his fingers are doing to the length of naga-cock he's holding in his lower pair of hands, keeping the length of it quite erect and making it hard to miss it.

Aissa opens her eyes as you speak, and blinks at the poke of your clawtip at her lips. Her ears dip, slightly, and she opens her mouth to take that fingertip in, closing her lips around it with a faint shiver. She looks into your eyes as she suckles softly at that finger, her tongue smoothing against it as she cleans the precum off of it. She tries not to get distracted by the teasing glide of your pebbly hide between her legs or the constant stroke of your cock by your own hands, although her eyes do stray. And she seems to suck a bit harder on that finger when they do stray towards your cock.

Tajharanaag, as you look down at his cock, wraps one of his hands about the base of it, lifting his shaft up to point the tip of it at your face, the fingers of his other hand lazily stroking along that naked length of naga-flesh while you gaze down at it. "Thisss one isss perhapsss a bit eager, yesss?" As he says that, the naga's fingertip presses up a bit more firmly between yoru thighs, giving a firm stroke along your lips as it slides against them, stroking from your clit all the way back to the puckered spot of your rear as it moves. With you sucking on his finger, the naga-demon brushes the other fingertips of that hand against your cheek, stroking lightly at its skin for a few brief moments. "Ssso very eager to pleassse. Thisss one mussst want to orgasssm."

Aissa's cheeks and ears darken, slightly, as she sees you point your cock at her, realizing you've caught her watching. She lets out a muffled gasp around your fingers as your other fingertip strokes firmly all along between her thighs. She spreads those thighs somewhat and takes a bit more of your finger between her lips, suckling on it as she returns her gaze to your eyes with a faint shiver at the stroke of fingertips at her cheek.

Tajharanaag does his best to keep his hand still as you suck on its fingertip, the naga shifting position before you, sliding into more of an upright position with the bulk of his tail draped down the divan to cover it almost completely. Lowering his head to your face, he flicks his tongue from his mouth and brushes the very tip of it against your lips, stroking against them for a brief heartbeat, right where they're holding his finely pebbled finger between them. His other hand keeps up its lazy petting between your thighs, rubbing that fingertip against the folds of your flesh, letting it stroke against them while it roams at the apex of your thighs. After a few moments, he pokes that fingertip firmly against your lips as he lets slip a hiss and then speaks. "Would you like to feel sssomething in here, little one? Would thisss little one like to orgasssm?" He stares into your eyes with his green ones as he says that and then waits for a response, the creature keeping up the lazy stroking of his own shaft the whole time he's doing that, his lower hands never once leaving that rigid length of naga-cock.

Aissa's tongue strokes slowly along the length of your fingertip where it lays within her mouth. She shivers, slightly, and closes her eyes as your tongue brushes at her lips. She squirms, slightly at the continued stroke of your finger between her thighs, and she gives a noticeable twitch as you press harder with that poke. Her eyes flick open again, and she looks at you. Her cheeks and ears darken somewhat as she nods, her tongue giving a firm stroke along your fingertip.

Tajharanaag hisses in response to your nod. "Good, little one. Jussst relax, and you will enjoy thisss. I will make sssure you enjoy what happensss between your legsss." After he finishes speaking, the serpentine creature pulls his finger from your mouth, taking care not to catch the claw on your lip, while his other hand slips away from between your legs. Both of his upper hands soon find their way to your hips, squeezing lightly at them as he takes hold of you there. "Now be a good little one, and hold your legsss together, ssstretching them out for me." As he says that, he tightens his grip on you and picks you up off the divan, lifting you easily up into the air with those upper arms, the serpentine creature's humanoid torso becoming fully upright at the same time. He keeps his jade eyes fixed on yours, staring into them the whole time, the snake's face seemingly painted with a leer as he looks at you and keeps up the lazy fondling of his own cock.

Aissa lets out a little noise as you pull your finger from her mouth, and her tongue trails out after it as it slips from her lips. She shivers a bit as your other finger leaves the apex of her thighs, and then her face darkens slightly as your hands grip her hips. She nods at your words, looking perhaps a bit perplexed, and then she gasps as you lift her up. She grips your hands at her hips with her own dainty hands to hold herself steadier, and after making sure she isn't going to fall, she dutifully puts her legs together and extends them downwards. She nibbles her lower lip as she watches you leer at her, her gaze locked on your eyes as she breathes a little faster in both anticipation and embarrassment.

Tajharanaag dips his head down to the apex of your thighs as he lifts you fully up into the air before him, his tongue darting from his mouth to worm between your thighs for a moment, that wet, warm flesh licking against the velvety folds between them. He then pulls his tongue away quickly as his head drops further, brushing against your thighs and legs as it slides down to your feet. Holding firmly with his upper hands, gripping at your hips, he keeps you held aloft before him as his tongue slides from his mouth and curls about both of your ankles, wrapping about the pair of them as he unhinges his jaw. The naga then pulls your feet into the warmth and moisture of his mouth, quickly enveloping your legs up to your calves as looks back up at you, gazing up the front of your naked body, his jade eyes fixed on yours. Behind you, the naga's lower hands give his cock a squeeze, a thick, clear spurt of precum jetting from its tip as he takes your feet into his maw to paint the scales of his stomach with his own musky scent.

Aissa watches you as your head dips towards the juncture of her thighs. She draws a breath in, anticipating, and then her lips part at the wriggle of your tongue between her thighs. She shivers and lets out a low noise, almost like a purr. She watches you dip your head further, shifting her feet against each other as your tongue brushes down her legs. She watches as your tongue curls about her ankles, and her brow furrows a bit as you pull her feet into your mouth. Then, as her legs slip in to her calves, her eyes grow wide, and she gasps, sharply, her hands tensing upon yours where they grip her hips, and she starts squirming, trying to pull her lower legs back out of your warm, wet, maw.

Tajharanaag keeps tight hold of your hips, the serpent staring up at you with his green eyes, watching you intently. His mouth closes tight about your squirming legs as he starts to draw them further into himself, the fine scales rimming his mouth brushing against your bare skin as they climb slowly higher, rubbing smooth against your calves and then knees as he pulls you into his maw, their brush starting to be felt on your lower thighs. As your feet sink deeper into his body, his tongue uncurls from around your ankles, no longer lashing them together, though the press of his throat against your feet more than serves to keep them together. Freed, that tongue climbs up to stroke along your legs, licking between them as you squirm, darting from the inside of his mouth to climb even higher up along the insides of your thighs, lapping at the bare flesh there, lazily stroking at it and leaving damp trails behind as it moves. The whole time, he keeps stroking the rigid length of his naga-cock, squeezing at it as his lower hands run along its length, rubbing over those ridges and coaxing more little squirts of precum to spill from its tip to leave his scaled body streaked with the thick, musk-scented fluid.

Aissa shudders and struggles against your grip, trying to pry your fingers off her hips as she sinks into your mouth. She stares down at you as though she doesn't quite believe what her senses are telling her that you are doing with her. She grits her teeth together and tries to twist her legs about, but the tight grip of your throat prevents them from going anywhere. She lets out a squeak as your tongue slips up the insides of her thighs, and she arches and twists her upper body in a vein effort to escape. "Nnn-no!" she stammers in a trembling voice as she watches her knees slip between your smooth, scaled lips.

Tajharanaag's tongue keeps up its licking, stroking its way up your inner thighs as more of your body sinks into the warm, gently squeezing hold of his body. Soon, the tip of it reaches the apex of your thighs and begins to brush against the folds of your flesh, dragging against them as the serpent licks from the puckered spot of your rear to your clit, letting his tongue's tip explore that sensitive flesh. His mouth isn't still through all that, the creature letting your thighs sink more and more into him, the wet insides of his mouth stroking against them as his maw climbs higher and higher up your form, eventually reaching midway up your thighs. He keeps his grip at your hips the whole time, his hold quite firm, fingers pressing into your skin, though he doesn't grip hard enough to bruise, simply holding up upright for him as he envelops you. The whole time, he keeps staring straight up your naked body at your face, those green eyes of his locked on your eyes, while his lower hands keep up their fondling of his own flesh, stroking at his exposed naga-cock, coaxing a few more little squirts of precum from it to stain his stomach.

Aissa finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from yours as she feels herself sinking into the soft, warm caress of your throat. She shudders, only partially from the horror of the situation. The stroke of your tonguetip between her thighs does not go unnoticed, and her squirming lessens somewhat as she draws in a sudden breath at the warm touch. The velvety lips of her sex are damp from earlier anticipation, and, perhaps, even a bit from the stroke of your warm throat against her sensitive feet and legs. Still, she tugs at your fingers, breathing harder, trying to move her legs and serving only to shift her feet about slightly against the soft warmth of your throat.

Tajharanaag keeps drawing you into his maw, relentlessly pulling you down further into his throat, his mouth climbing higher and higher, the scales around his mouth stroking their way incessantly up your thighs. It's only when his mouth is right below them that he lets go of your hips, no longer needing to keep his grip there. The beast's hands quickly start to climb up your body, fingers and claws trailing up your stomach and then onto your breasts, the serpent squeezing the pair of them firmly for a moment as his mouth finally climbs its way up to your waist, your hips lodged in his mouth. Through it all, the naga keeps his tongue rubbing leisurely about between your thighs, lapping at those lips of yours, stroking across them, just tasting the dampness that marks them and then leaving trails of his own saliva behind. It's only after his mouth has its hold about your hips that you finally stop sinking into him, the serpent holding you there like that, and that's also when you first feel that pointed tonguetip pressing against you, insistently poking at your damp folds, wriggling between them, the naga below you taking his time for the moment in letting that wet length slide into you. There's a slight vibration along that tongue as he creature lets out a very muffled hiss, his body squeezing about your captive legs for a moment, the sound coming from seeming to be rather pleased sounding.

Aissa shivers as she slowly slips into your mouth, her hands soon leaving yours to reach out to try and press against your nose to try and halt her descent. She gasps as your hands suddenly leave her hips, and she settles into your spread jaws, the elf squirming as your hands slide up her body, her belly quivering at their touch. She pants and lets out a confused sound as you squeeze her breasts and tease between her thighs with that wicked tongue of yours. Her hands flit from your scaled lips to your hands on her breasts, as though she's not sure where to try and fight. And then she comes to a rest, her breath catching in her throat as your tongue suddenly starts wriggling up against her and wriggling into her folds, her inner flesh slick with her juices. Her face and ears darken, noticeably, and she draws in a shaky breath as that tongue wriggles deeper, the vibration along its length making her eyelids flutter, slightly, as she stares down into your eyes.

Tajharanaag only keeps his tongue moving leisurely for a few heartbeats longer before he drives it into you, forcing that wet flesh between your folds and sliding it firmly up into you, the length of it squirming about relentlessly as it's plunged into your body, sinking into you and stroking against the wet flesh inside of you. The naga's tongue it quite long, easily a foot of it sliding up into you and curling and twisting about inside of you as he laps at your flesh, the length of it vibrating gently inside of you as he gives another muffled hiss. His throat squeezes down about your legs, pressing firmly against the naked flesh inside of him, even as his own flesh drives deeper into your body, lapping ever-deeper as more of that demon-tongue slides into you. The whole time, he keeps staring up at you with those jade eyes, one of his upper hands giving your breast another squeeze while the other slips away, running around to stroke gently along your spine, his clawtips just barely grazing against the skin there as they drag down your back and then climb back up it once more.

Aissa gasps, deeply, in surprise as you suddenly fill her with that much tongue. She stares down at you with wide eyes as she feels that length curling and twisting and wriggling about inside her. She's unable to keep a stuttering moan from escaping her lips, and her hands fly to your nose, her fingers laying delicately on your scales as she trembles. The feel of your throat squeezing at her brings another shudder to her, and then she arches above you, hips quivering in your lips as she lets out a breathless cry. She presses her chest forward into your hand twisting her torso slightly as your clawtips graze down her spine, making her shiver. Her head tilts upwards and she closes her eyes, panting heavily as your tongue cleverly squirms about deep inside her. Her delicate fingers tense at your snout as she trembles above and within you, her toes curling deep down in your throat.

Tajharanaag's fingers stroke their way along your spine, climbing up towards the back of your neck where he lightly grazes his clawtips through your hair to brush them against the skin hidden beneath, just barely scratching at you there while his other hand's rubbing and petting along your breast, his finely pebbled hide stroking across your nipple as it moves about between firm squeezes of that tiny mound of elf-flesh. The serpent keeps staring up at you, watching you intently as he strokes his cock, the fingers of both lower hands wrapped about his rigid length and caressing at it. Inside of you, the naga's tongue slides about for a few more moments, rubbing about against your inner walls, tasting the dampness that coats your flesh for a few long heartbeats before the creature starts to draw it back out of you, letting it slowly drag between your spread folds until half of it's slid free. As he squeezes about your legs once more, the snake's throat tightening for a moment, the naga's demon-tongue is driven back into you, thrust firmly up between those spread lips to let the very tip of it poke about inside of you, the creature driving the squirming length of it a bit deeper into you this time.

Aissa's mouth opens as she lets out soft little noises with each panting breath, rising slightly in pitch as your clawtips graze upwards along her spine. She arches, her hips shifting slightly in your mouth, as your fingers tease up her neck and stroke at her hair. Her fingers caress the end of your muzzle unconsciously as she squirms into the hand that strokes across her nipple, and she looks back down at you through slightly hazy eyes. She bites her lower lip gently as her eyes fix upon yours, and the sight of your lips wrapped around her hips reminds her of just where she is. She shudders, her thighs squeezing together as she feels your tongue retreating from her warm folds, the elf trying to keep it from leaving. Then she nearly closes her eyes, looking down into those unblinking eyes of yours as she lets out a broken, stuttering moan, her breath catching in her throat as that tongue drives back into her, delving deeper than before. Her insides clamp down around your tongue as it slides about within her, her walls bathing it in her fluids.

Tajharanaag keeps his tongue twisting about inside of you as your flesh clenches about it, the creature using its full, wriggling length to lap at you, pressing it firmly against your inner walls and rubbing it between those spread lips of yours as he licks about inside of you, the taste evidently pleasing the naga as he rather quickly paints his stomach and chest with several more spurts of precum spilling from his cock's tip. His tongue never holds still inside of you, almost curling about itself as he tries to keep it rubbing about inside of you, bathing inside of you with his saliva while your fluids are smeared along that long, pointed demon-tongue. The serpent keeps a gentle pressure on your legs as he holds you in his throat, captive there, his wet flesh pressed firmly against your naked skin, keeping you trapped in his maw, giving his tongue easy access to you. For a brief moment, your body shifts as he lets you slip another inch deeper into his body, accompanying it by the press of several more inches of naga-tongue into you. Those hands roaming across your still-exposed body soon close about your breast, giving it a squeeze before they slide away, crossing your chest to toy with the other little mound, while the demon's other hand strokes its way down your back once more, his clawtips grazing their way down your spine as he pets at your naked body.

Aissa's inner muscles clench and squeeze at that writhing tongue as it wriggles constantly about inside of her. She pants harder as she looks down at you through those nearly lidded eyes, a shiver running through her as she lets out a soft, breathless, trembling little cry. Her fingers splay out over the top of your muzzle, stroking at the scales as her lithe form squirms above and within you. A moan hitches in her throat as she feels her subtle downward motion, her fingers suddenly tensing at your muzzle. Then she gasps, sharply at the press of more of your tongue inside her, and a shudder travels through her slender form. The attention at her breasts brings one of her delicate hands up to stroke the forearm of the hand that teases her there, stroking that lovely pebbled hide across her sensitive nipples. The elf's back arches as your clawtips stroke down her spine again, and she shifts her hips, bucking them, slightly in your mouth.

Tajharanaag presses his palm to your breast as he squeezes lightly at it, the serpent's hand moving slightly against you, letting the hide covering it rub against your nipple, stroking lightly at that sensitive nub of elf-flesh. Slowly, he lets your body sink further into his throat, a gradual slide into the squeezing hold of his flesh, no more than a couple of inches that soon brings the scales about his mouth rubbing against your navel. It also sinks you down fully onto the length of the demonic serpent's tongue, the creature driving the full length of it between your spread lips, the base of it rubbing up against the velvety folds he's holding open, letting that full length of demon-tongue squirm about inside of you. It rubs and licks about incessantly, pressing for one moment firmly against your clenching walls, only to then slide against them to another spot, the naga seeming to want to taste everywhere inside of you, keeping it endlessly stroking within you. The hand at your back presses firmly against your spine, right above where his maw touches against it, his palm rubbing its way up your back as he continues to stare up into your eyes, the naga looking to be rather pleased beneath you, his body subtly shaking as his lower hands finally start to stroke a bit more eagerly along length of his cock.

Aissa shudders as you stroke and squeeze at her breast, the elf shifting her torso to rub that subtle mound more firmly into your hand. Her eyes widen somewhat as she feels herself sink slowly deeper, her hand tensing again on the top of your muzzle, her other hand tensing at your wrist. The deeper slide of your tongue at the same time makes her whole body tremble, her belly quivering under your lip as it slides up to her navel. She pants quickly, letting out little gasping moans with each swift breath. She looks down at you, her expression one of helpless pleasure, as she twists her upper body above you and squirms her hips and legs inside you, her hand at your head stroking down to brush over an eyeridge with a trembling touch. Her insides squeeze and tense around your tongue as it delves so deeply inside her, the poor elf quivering as she settles against the base of your tongue.

Tajharanaag seems to be content with you where you are now, the snake keeping you from sliding any deeper into him and leaving his tongue lodged fully inside of you. The touch of your fingers against his eyeridge is rewarded with a gentle squeeze of your breast, the naga keeping his palm firmly against that nipple, letting it stroke against that nub as it subtly moves against you, his other hand rubbing up to between your shoulders where his clawtips suddenly return to your flesh and then are drug back down your spine. The naga keeps stroking himself, coaxing more thick drops and spurts of precum from his cocktip to paint the scales covering his body as your taste comes to coat his tongue, your fluids being greedily lapped away from your inner walls as it squirms about within you, incessantly stroking along your flesh, his licks against you uneven and unceasing as that demon-tongue almost writhes about within your flesh and your lips are held spread open about the base of his tongue. For a moment, he gives a firm squeeze about your legs, his throat tightening as he holds you half-enveloped, pressing that wet flesh to your naked skin, though he rather swiftly relaxes after a moment, simply holding you gently, though still firmly, in his maw after a few moments.

Aissa's belly trembles against your upper lip as she pants feverishly, a sheen of sweat noticeable on her brown skin as she arches above you, her toes curling deep inside you, legs stirring against the hot, wet caress of your throat. She gasps and presses her chest into your palm as you squeeze her again, her hand at your wrist moving up to smooth out across the back of your hand, holding it there as she squirms against it. Her other hand smoothes over your head, delicate fingers stroking between your eyes, along the bridge of your muzzle, and back down over your eyeridge even as your hand strokes its clawtips down her spine, making her arch further with a trembling cry. Her inner muscles squeeze tight around your writhing tongue, bathing it in a constant flow of her slick juices. The elf shudders, looking down at you through eyes that grow a bit wider as her panting grows shallow and ragged, and her inner flesh grips at your tongue with steadily more rhythmic and more powerful contractions.

Tajharanaag keeps his clawtips pressed against your back, grazing them against your skin as his hand climbs its way back up your spine, reaching up to the back of your neck. The creature's other hand gives your breast one more gentle squeeze before it slides back to the first, his fingers closing about that small mound once more. The stroke of your fingers against his hide coaxes him to pull an inch of his tongue from you, the demon letting it drag against your spread lips for a brief second before he drives it back into you, a quick little thrust that buries it inside of you once more, leaving the full length of the naga-tongue buried inside of you moving for a few long moments, rubbing and stroking against your slick flesh, the fluid coating it starting to drip down his tongue's length and back into his throat to add a few drops of wet warmth to the flesh holding tight about your legs. Through it all, he keeps stroking himself, the creature's tongue occasionally giving a little vibration as it lays inside of you while he lets out a rather pleased, if heavily muffled hiss, the glistening of his scales from the precum left streaking them giving evidence to how much he's enjoying you.

Aissa's panting grows higher pitched, her eyes widening as she lets out a soft squeak. Then her breathing pauses and she squeezes her eyes shut, her entire body trembling, her inner flesh squeezing down around your tongue. She arches her head going back as she quivers in your mouth and around your tongue. And then she gasps and twitches at that pull and thrust of your tongue, and her head comes back forward as she lets out a helpless, ragged moan. Her inner muscles ripple and tug in powerful contractions at your tongue, and a flood of her fluids washes about it. Her fingers tense, splayed out atop your head between your eyes, and her hips roll in your mouth as she grinds herself against the base of your tongue. Her fingers lace with yours at her breast as she shudders in ecstasy, the constant stroke, squirm, and vibration of your tongue making her small frame jerk and twitch as her moan subsides into helpless mewling noises with each gasping breath.

Tajharanaag's tongue never stops moving inside of you, even as you squeeze and tug at it, the naga keeping it writhing about inside of you, stroking at your inner walls, firmly rubbing and dragging against them as it curls and twists about, bathed in your fluids as they spill from you and then run down the length of it to spill into the back of his throat against your legs. As you squeeze at the demon-tongue wriggling about within you, unevenly stroking at you, the creature's throat tightens, squeezing about your legs, pressing its wet flesh tight to your naked skin and rubbing it there, holding you firmly trapped inside of his maw while you squirm about in his grip. The demon never pulls his tongue from you, keeping it sunk fully inside of you, while his hands continue to roam across your form, the one at your back scraping its clawtips down and then back up the back of your neck while the other keeps its hold about your breast, squeezing and rubbing at it erratically, his smooth hide stroking against your damp skin and the sensitive spot of your nipple. For now, he doesn't seem to be nearly as interested in getting off, the creature still stroking himself, though nowhere near as much as he'd need to to orgasm just yet. Though the sudden taste of your fluids spilling onto his tongue does send several twitches through his cock and paints several long streaks of precum across his chest and stomach.

Aissa shudders at the constant twist and writhe of your tongue, the elf's hips bucking rhythmically in your mouth, grinding herself against the base of your tongue as her torso twists and arches above you. The movement of your tongue keeps her shivering through her orgasm for long moments as she gasps for breath, short, fevered cries punctuating the end of each breath. Her hand at the back of yours at her breast urges you to press your palm harder against her chest, her fingers laced with yours, while her other hand feverishly strokes and presses at the bridge of your muzzle and between your eyes, her delicate nails lightly stroking at the pebbly hide there. Her hips continue to rock in your mouth as she rides your tongue, her legs shifting slightly in the tight grip of your throat, her toes curled as she rubs the soles of her feet against your warm, soft, wet insides.

Tajharanaag gives in to the press of your hand against his, the demon more firmly squeezing at your breast, holding it in the grasp of his fingers, the tips of his claws pricking lightly against your skin as he does so. His other hand drags its way down your spine, his clawtips pressed to your skin, leaving a little trail of red marks in the wake of their passage as they rake their way down your neck and then down to where your spine disappears in his maw. The beast's tongue keeps up its incessant writhing about inside of you, squirming about as it lays lodged in your passage, rubbing against the slick flesh in there, stroking against it and smearing a mix of your fluids and saliva against you as it moves about, licking and lapping as if it were futilely trying to clean the results of your orgasm away from you, the naga keeping it buried completely in you for the moment and letting it curl about inside of you, pressing it back against the flesh it's held within. The snake keeps looking up at you with those green eyes, keeping his gaze fixed up on your face the whole time, his throat still wrapped tight about your body and squeezing at it, keeping you held firmly in the confines of his maw, keeping you trapped there in his mouth and on his tongue. The stroke of his fingers across his shaft gradually starts to pick up speed as the taste of your orgasm coats his tongue and the inside of his mouth, the naga becoming more eager even as your climax nears its end.

Aissa's orgasm winds down, slowly, the constant movements of your tongue inside her dragging it out. She continues to buck her hips in your mouth, though slower, now, and she gasps for breath, her body covered in sweat, her face and chest flushed a darker shade than the rest of her. Her ears droop as she slowly subsides, her head tipping forward as she looks down at you through half-open eyes. Shivers run through her with each new squirm and writhe of your tongue, and she strokes your head with her hand, sliding her fingertips over one of your eyeridges a bit clumsily. The stroke of your claws at her back makes her arch and shiver, her inner muscles quivering and pulsing around that writhing tongue. The squirming of her legs in your throat stills as she tires, and as she gasps for shuddering breathes, she slowly rolls her hips in your mouth, shifting herself around that wonderful tongue.

Tajharanaag waits until he feels your body starting to still before starting to pull his tongue from the depths of your body, letting it slowly drag out between your spread lips, stroking its way between them and against your inner walls as the demon lazily drags it free from your clutching flesh, smearing your fluids about in the process. The tip of it's kept flicking about inside of you as it slides free, though eventually it, too, comes free, the naga promptly using it to lick from the nub of your clit back to your tailbone, a firm stroke of that slick, soaked flesh against you, pressing it tight to your body as it moves. The naga keeps it pressed up against you, leaving that wet length against the lips he'd just violated with it and pressed up tight along the cleft of your rear. His upper hands continue to move against you, rubbing and squeezing at your breast and petting along your back, while the squeeze of his throat lessens. But when it does lessen, he starts to draw you into his maw more, his tongue sliding between your thighs and up your bared rear as he starts pulling you deeper into his throat, letting more of that wet flesh rub against your naked body, at the same time the demon letting his lower hands stroke along his cock, rubbing them over those ridges circling it. He keeps his green eyes fixed on your face, watching you intently as the scales rimming his mouth rub against your stomach and back as he envelops more of you in the heat of his mouth.

Aissa shudders and lets out a weak, shaky moan as your tongue begins to withdraw from her hot, dripping sex. Her insides quiver around the retreating length, and her eyes close as her hips squirm involuntarily at the sensation. After long moments, she shivers and lets out a sigh as the tip slips from her. Then she gasps, softly, as it glides from her clit back and up, rubbing against all sorts of sensitive flesh. Her eyes open at that, and she looks down at you, her hand at your head lazily stroking at your scales, fingertips tracing your eyeridge and along the bridge of your muzzle. She shivers more as it glides up against her rear, and she shifts her torso a bit as your hand strokes and rubs at her breast, her hand there still keeping her fingers slipped between yours. She meets your gaze, and flinches as she feels herself beginning to slide into you once more, the elf shivering and staring into your eyes. She squirms as the touch of your lips rises up her stomach and back, but the frantic struggle of before seems to have gone out of her.

Tajharanaag squeezes at your breast for a moment before letting his fingers release it, rubbing them lightly against you as they climb up the damp skin of your chest and neck to brush against your cheek, petting lightly at the skin there while he gazes up at you. The demon's other hand strokes lightly along your back and across your side, just petting at your naked body and keeping his claws from touching you for the moment, letting the smooth, pebbly hide covering it stroke against you. He doesn't relent, though, and keeps inching his mouth further up your body as he swallows more of you, his throat squeezing rhythmically about your legs as he works to draw more of you into the moist heat of his maw, letting your body slide down his tongue, keeping that wet flesh pressed up in the cleft of your rear, making it feel like he's licking along it in one smooth, slow stroke of his tongue against you. Through it all, he keeps stroking himself, his fingers starting to slide more quickly along the length of naga-cock, stroking at it and caressing it as they play along its length, slowly getting faster as more and more of your stomach disappears into his maw, until his mouth's rubbing up against the bottom of your ribcage, drawing you further in with every moment that passes.

Aissa can't tear her eyes away from yours as she watches more of her dark skin vanish between your scaled lips. She starts to pant harder again, whimpering, softly at the tease at her breast before your hand leaves it. She half closes her eyes as your fingers brush at her cheek, and her hand slips down to join the other on your head. She strokes her fingers over the top of your head and around the sides, running her fingertips over your eyeridges as she slips deeper. Her hips squirm at the constant drag of your tongue against that sensitive bit of her rear, and she all but rubs her cheek back against your hand. Her feet stir deep inside you, and she twists and shifts her hips and legs about against the rhythmic pulse of your throat, the sensation like a caress of her smooth, sweat-slicked skin.

Tajharanaag's throat keeps squeezing and tugging at your body, drawing more of you down into him, pressing and rubbing up against your damp skin, smearing a mix of his saliva and your own fluids back against you while more of you is enveloped in his maw, having his flesh wrapped about it. The creature keeps petting at your cheek, gently stroking there, almost tenderly petting against you while he works on swallowing you, letting his fingers caress at your damp skin, his other hand climbing up your back as more of you disappears into his mouth, rubbing along your spine and at your shoulders and lightly petting at the side of your neck. His lower pair of hands keep stroking along his cock the whole time, rubbing along those ridges as your chest sinks down into him, his scaled mouth brushing against your breasts and then opening a bit further. A thick spurt of precum streaks along his chest and even stains part of his neck your breasts are stroked by his maw, the sensitive nubs of your nipples brushed by his lips while you sink deeper, the demon's tongue wriggling against your naked skin as it, too, starts to climb your back, smearing your fluids and his saliva against you as he licks at your sweat-dampened skin, your rear sliding deeper into his maw and out of its reach for the moment.

Aissa shivers as she slips down into your mouth, watching your lips grow closer as they slide over her flesh. Another whimper escapes her lips as she feels your throat caress her legs, and feels your lips slide up against her breasts. The petting of her fingers over your head grow somewhat faster, the elf biting her lower lip and breathing faster through her noise as she sinks deeper. She half-closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against your hand, turning her head a bit to kiss at your thumb, and edge of desperation creeping into her movements. Her ears fold back as she feels your lips rubbing at her nipples, and she shivers, letting out a soft, panting little moaning whimper. Her back flexes a bit at the stroke of your tongue, and she adds her nails into the stroke of her fingers over the sides of your muzzle and along your eyeridges, fingers moving swiftly.

Tajharanaag slides his hand up your back to let his clawed fingers burrow into your hair, stroking his fingertips against the back of your skull while he keeps up the petting along your cheek, tracing his fingertips along your jawline for a moment and letting them dip beneath your chin. Still, he keeps pulling you in, his throat squeezing at more and more of your body, caressing against your legs and your rear and stomach as he draws you down deeper into his maw, letting his body hold more of yours inside itself. The demon-tongue strokes almost lazily up your back as you move into him, licking along your skin as he keeps his gaze fixed up on your face, those jade, unblinking eyes never once darting away from it. The fiend's lower hands keep up their stroking, his caresses along his cock's length growing more insistent as more of you disappears into the embrace of his mouth, his lips brushing up across your breasts and then over the rest of your chest, keeping their fine scales against your damp skin as he draws more of you in, those at the end of his snout soon brushing up against the base of your neck. The beast leaves more streaks of thick precum staining his stomach as his cock throbs in his grasp, the twitches along it in time with the squeezes of his throat about your naked body.

Aissa shivers, almost relaxing in your throat as your fingers stroke through her hair and graze at her scalp. She lets out a shuddering breath, lifting her head a bit as you stroke along her jaw and chin. Her hands slide past your eyeridges to trace the bases of your horns, and then trail back between your eyes, stroking smoothly over the bridge of your muzzle. She opens her eyes as she feels your lips stroke past her nipples, the sensitive nubs soon rubbing against the roof of your mouth. Her fingertips almost feverishly stroke over your lips as she disappears past them little by little. Her gaze lifts to yours again, though she's soon going to be too deep in your throat to look into your eyes. A tear trickles down from the corner of one of her eyes, and she trembles, her hips and legs squirming about slightly in your throat as you swallow her down. She's panting rapidly as your lips settle over her collarbone, and she bites her lower lip, half-stifling a whimper.

Tajharanaag keeps his fingers petting through your hair, stroking at the back of your head while his other hand lifts from your chin to brush away your tear, the scaled fingers stroking against your naked skin tenderly as they move against you. But it doesn't stop him, though, the naga-demon relentlessly swallowing you, his throat constricting about your body as it tugs you downwards, into him, relaxing for a moment and then giving another tug, pulling you even further down into his body. The wet flesh inside of him rubs against your naked, damp skin, stroking at it as you slide deeper and deeper, his lips inching their way up your neck and arms, your shoulders quickly disappearing into his mouth, and then parting as he starts to draw your head in. His gaze stays on you until the end, his green eyes fixed on you even as your head slips into his maw, into the heat and wetness of it, thick with the scent of your own sexual fluids so recently spilled there. As your head vanishes, his hands slip away from it to stroke their way up your arms, petting against them as they climb towards your hands. The creature never stops stroking himself, either, his hands becoming more and more insistent as they run along the length of that demon-cock, caressing at its ridged flesh, the sight of your body disappearing into him and the feel of your form inside of him, being squeezed and stroked inside of his throat sends a number of strong twitches through it.

Aissa shivers as you stroke her hair, and the brush of your fingers against her cheek again makes her close her eyes, leaning against that gentle caress. That only lasts for a moment, however, as her frightened eyes open again, and she looks down into your eyes one last time. Her fingers slip down to stroke, desperately, over your eyeridges while she can still reach them, and then, as she slips deeper into your maw, her fingers slide up the sides of your muzzle, her elbows rising to either side as her shoulders slip down between your lips. She tilts her head back a bit as she feels your lips sliding up her neck, and then, with a whimper, her head begins to slip down below the level of your lips. She finds herself staring at your lips as they pass her eyes, and her arms are lifted upwards as her shoulders descend into your mouth. She looks up to see your hands sliding along her arms, and, with a steadying breath, she raises her hands up high over her head. She lets her head settle back against your tongue and half-closes her eyes, watching the roof of your mouth slid past her vision.

Tajharanaag curls his tongue about your neck as your head sinks into his body, licking at it while his fingers keep up their petting along your arms, stroking at your skin in both places, his tongue smooth and slick and wet as it rubs against you, leaving you marked strongly with the scent of your own sex while his fingers caress their way up your arms and wrists to your hands. The whole time, you sink deeper and deeper into him, his body squeezing about your form firmly as he draws more of you in, your arms sinking between his parted lips until only your hands remain free. Then, his body gives a much stronger squeeze about your body, slick flesh pressed up tight to you and rubbing against your skin as he pulls your hands in, his mouth finally closing, and draws you fully down into his throat. As he's doing that, his hands keep up their stroke of his own cock, the fondling of himself quickly sending the naga over the edge as you disappear into his maw, his cock throbbing in the grip of his lower hands as it streaks his hide with thick spurts of naga-spunk. His upper hands soon find their way down to where your body bulges out his chest and stomach, rubbing along it as he milks his shaft, coaxing the cum to spill from it, his upper hands being stained by it and smearing it across his body. The demon's orgasm quickly makes him squeeze firmly about you once more, his flesh closing in completely about you and gripping at you, encasing you in the warmth of his body while he paints himself with his spunk. The beast spends several long moments like that before his body shifts, the creature settling back on the divan and stretching out, the press of wet flesh enclosing you lessening a bit, though you're still securely held inside of him, his flesh pressing up against your skin on all sides as the creature starts to relax, the rub of his hands across his spunk-stained stomach felt as a momentary light press against your body.

Aissa lets out a soft little panting noise as your tongue curls about her throat. As your hands slide up to hers, she grips them and squeezes them tightly. As your throat rises up about her neck and her chin comes to rest on those soft tissues, she tilts her head back for one last look at the world. And then you swallow her down, and with a gasp, she's encased in hot, wet, soft flesh all but for her arms. Her hands slide in faster as most of her is gripped by your powerful throat muscles, and her hands have a moment to brush your lips as they slip into your mouth, and then you close your jaw, sealing her off from the world. She begins to struggle, now, far, far too late, the elf writhing about in your throat on the way down as you orgasm. The sudden press of muscle about her squeezes much of her last breath out, and she gives one last squirm, before she subsides, trembling, inside you, feeling your stroking hands through the thick layers of flesh and hide before she passes out.