Stellarina knew she was in trouble. Chest deep in trouble, as a matter of fact. Who knew that prancing naked through the forest would get you entangled with a giant femme-snake? How could she even protest as she was deftly manipulated into those immensely powerful coils? The naga's touch was chillingly tender, and the spirited doe had no choice but to be quelled within it.

Her senses were flooded with the conflicted senses of sweet relaxation and sharp arousal. Much like being pulled down a river, Stellarina felt the pheromone riddled embrace of the naga draw her into a trance-like state. Every instinct was screaming at her to twitch and scamper away, even playfully, as it is never wise to dally with the denizens of the deep woods. But perhaps she was here to tempt fate in the first place. The fantasy of sinking deep into the wilds without a trace was one that had always tantalized the doe, and as the naga hovered over its quarry, the deer felt like her destiny had finally found her.

The naga hissed softly into Stella's ear, a bestial sound that somehow promised everything her prey could want, and more. The trapped deer responded by grinding her moist cleft needfully against one of the coils threading between her squirming legs.

The giant serpent trilled, manipulating Stella, promising that she would certainly be taken care of. Down below the naga's looming breasts, past where her navel would have been if she had been a warmblood, her slit parted , revealing a set of pink, plump labia.

They pouted outwards, their noiseless entreaty setting Stellarina to renew her squirming. A tart, sweet aroma emanated from the exposed folds, and the doe felt herself salivating uncontrollably from both her mouth and her own slit. Yet, despite her sudden desire to worship the most intimate areas of her captor, she would be cruelly denied. Instead, the naga pulled her up, and away, but not too far.

Nestled against a pair of uncanny but soft reptilian breasts, Stella felt her hooves being guided towards that sodden valley far below her. They entered with a soggy squelch, and she gasped as the silken folds of flesh wrapped around her ankles. There was a definite sensation of suction, the inner muscles of the naga were certainly ready to receive her.

The naga chuckled with delight, slipping a finger gently between Stellarina's quivering thighs and pushing it inside. It was so easy to get the doe off, but the orgasm was overwhelmed quickly, only a blip on the hurricane of sensory overload that was possessing her prey.

It wasn't until Stella was thigh deep that the naga was starting to feel a little stretched herself. The great serpent groaned with delight, pulling her finger free, delighting in the smell of her prey's unashamed arousal. She pushed the doe gently down, directing her to streamline her arms alongside her legs, enjoying the feel of her being jammed even more tightly. She was making a nice bulge now, her knees clearly visible through the soft belly scales of the naga.

Stella was lost in a world of ecstasy. But suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. The doe tensed up and experienced an instant of clarity. Was she actually afraid of an interruption? Afraid of being rescued? She'd heard the stories of the naga before. She knew she would likely be little more than a puddle of goo sloshing and draining down into the naga's guts by morning. And as much as her cervine instincts urged her to break free, another half of her psyche urged her to submit and revel in embracing that other cervine destiny as decadent nourishment.
But the doe had little to fear. For the intruder was none other than a fellow naga!

The female let off a warning chip, and the male responded with a noncommittal grunt. Some sort of unspoken communication passed between the two before he moved forward and clasped hands with the female.

Stellarina was nearly helpless at this point. She was navel deep, her arms also elbow deep within the slick nectarine tightness that had her in its grasp. The pair of naga seemed to continue their wordless communion, punctuated with growls and chirps. Despite the haze of pleasure crowning her awareness, Stella felt strangely put out now that she was no longer the center of attention.

The doe awkwardly protruded from her sloppy predicament, wiggling helplessly, her progress almost feeling like it had come to a halt. She was starting to feel a bit awkward until she felt a soft poke along her snakeskin wrapped lower half. She looked down to see the male's shaft poking out, making a path upwards towards her.

The naga re-positioned themselves so that the glistening cock was now in Stella's face. The doe had done her research, and knew that the meaty organ could expand immensely, large enough so that the plush slit could wrap around her head and slurp her inside effortlessly. The doe gulped, ready to accept her fate however it came, but instead she just felt it kissing her face liplessly, leaving sweet moist trails of pre. The cock was not as she expected, but she knew it could change according to the naga's desire. Currently it was about as long as her arm and felt extremely dense as it tapped her muzzle.

The male naga frotted himself against Stella's face, covering her in his scent, driving the deer wild. There was nothing she could do put lick her lips and pant and beg. After what felt like an eternity of teasing, she felt his tip finally align with her seeking lips and and she latched on.

Her relatively small mouth was ill equipped to take in his whole length, but as she suckled along his four-segmented glans, being rewarded with a trickle of honeyed, pheromone laden lubricant, she felt her lower body tingle as similar fluids from the female began to sink into her skin.

Stella began to feel malleable. The male felt it too, and with a grin, wasted no time in taking advantage of it. Stella's eyes went wide as he slowly slid the weighty length over the back of her tongue and down her throat. He invited himself all the way in, until the doe's nose was brushing against his belly.

Stellarina wished she could reach out, and feel the bulge he was making in her throat. But there was nothing that the doe could do but take it, her arms pinned uselessly to her sides as he pulled out, and pushed in, sweet moisture pooling around her lips and dripping down her chin as he pumped.

At this point, she was little more than a bizarre extension of the female naga's nethers. And as the naga thrust together as if they were mating without her there, it felt better and better, as if she truly was born to be a fuck tunnel. Her lips tingled with sensual energy, and her tongue became a throbbing pillar of pleasure all the way down to her stomach as it cradled its massive guest. Stella came again, so much stronger than the first time, and her link with the female naga rippled backwards into the snake, causing her to join the doe in climax, her body clasping around Stella with a sudden lurch.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to a end, and Stella was snapped back to reality just a little bit as she felt her position suddenly shift. She flexed her hooves within the bottomless expanse below and felt it yawn beneath her as the orgasmic spasms of the naga began to pull her down with increasing force.

Stella whimpered with frustration and panic, slurping with all her might as she felt the contractions pull her away from the male. She thirsted with desperation for her reward of rich serpent cream. She panicked, her vision becoming framed by damp curves of pink as the female claimed her.

The male naga let off a guttural growl, also unwilling to be denied, and cinched his tail tightly around the female, right below the beginning of Stella's bulge. He swelled even larger and a knot of fluid surged down his shaft, spilling directly down the doe's throat and gushing into her belly. He emptied himself out, roaring with triumph, relinquishing his hold only after a few of his roughest thrusts yet, sending the deer to finally slide down to her doom, his cocktip leaving a gossamer trail of splooge that trailed down into the naga's folds as it popped free from her mouth.

Stella felt full and empty at the same time, but her sloshing stomach filled her with great satisfaction. She was feeling even stranger and more wonderful than before as she transitioned from person to bolus within the snake.

The internal workings of the naga had her now, and she was squeezed neatly into a space that was not-quite stomach, and not-quite womb, though to the deer it made no difference. Already the male's gift was loosening her up on the inside, and the mechanical motions of the female's chamber were working her from the outside, her body becoming ever weaker as the sensations of pleasure became stronger and stronger.

Stella felt herself drift timelessly, deep into a mindless mania of delight as she lost herself totally, sinking into herself irretrievably as she got folded into the formless essence of liquid pleasure that all naga hold within them .

*

The next time the lady naga encountered a male, she felt a familiar presence of a meal long past well up from deep inside her. As she gaped open, ready to receive him, she felt her hunger and later, satisfaction, strangely echoed as he graced her eternally ravenous depths with cream.

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