Art by me, story by  Darqfang

James was still not quite sure how he ended up like this.

The wolf/daemon hybrid was contemplating his situation even as the naga consumed more and more of his body. His thoughts reflected back as much as his fuzzy mind could manage. James recalled that he had been exploring a craggy outcrop near some ruins looking for an artifact to add to his collection.

What he had not expected was the reptilian (if he could call this amazing beast that) predator waiting for him. He supposed that the naga had been just waiting for a meal to stumble into its embrace. James felt his body tremble as a climax, the latest of many he had been treated to by the very same naga, rippled through his body. Oh, what an embrace it had been! He had been approached by the beast and he had not chosen to run. James was not sure why his survival instinct had abandoned him, that he had not fled while he had the chance. The naga had clearly given the opening he needed when they first met, but he had held his ground, allowing it to come to him.

James felt a swallow convey him deeper. The steady devouring was only making him feel more and more at peace with his fate. Still, his mind looked back on the prior events. As he felt the naga touch his body, he instantly discovered that it had an expertise in the intimate arts that he had never experienced until now. He had never known sex with this strange serpentine being could so wonderful, so satisfying. How many orgasms he had been brought to, he would never quite remember. But oh, how it was worth every second.

And the price he was paying was to become its dinner. Like he could have stopped it. He was so full of lust, submission, and desire that the naga could have been rough and he would have not cared. But it had not- it had been oh so gentle with his now tender body, and it had spurred him to heights of lust and joy he had never known.

He laid a hand on his predator, feeling himself sink deeper and deeper into it, and smiled the gracious smile of one contented with a hard day's work. Or perhaps a really good session of making love, which this still sort of was, even as he was slowly disappearing into his lover in question. The naga gave an amused huff and he responded by inserting his arms back into its warm maw, announcing his total submission. The tongue played with his muzzle as his chest was engulfed by throat flesh. He could feel his feet reach deeper and deeper into the naga, soon to reach the stomach after his head passed the jaws.

Not much longer now. He thought to himself. He could feel the warm breath wash over his ears and face as his head sank at last into the mouth of his gentle consumer. His body shudders yet again as his latest climax occurs. Oh, how did these creatures exist and why did he not go inside one sooner? This had to be the best experience of his life, even if his fate was to be melted away into the substance of the very beast that had proven to be a perfect lover to the half breed daemon. But that was alright with him. More than that actually. James was indulging in the finest pleasures he could dream of. And … he had a feeling this would not be the end of his story.

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And here is my 2nd YCH commission. Thank Darqfang for commissioning me and contributing his writing.

If you work with me, I definitely encourage collaboration on anything we do! It seems I am horribly slow with these despite enjoying them so I am not sure when I will open for another. Must focus on a few personal projects first.

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