The first thing that hits you is the smell. The raw scent of sex to start, making your nose scrunch, but it's underlaid by a far more mysterious aroma, unlike anything you have ever detected before. Its indescribable, almost like seeing a new color. It shoots right into your brain, sending tingles down to your furthest extremities. Saliva floods into your mouth. Your nostrils flare, and your curiosity and desire become an undeniable force.

As you part an obscuring bank of foliage, the scene is laid bare before you. It's a strange and startling sight- a giant golden naga, busily enjoying his meal! He's surrounded by discarded clothes, all kinds, towels, swimsuits, boxer shorts, panties, baseball caps, shoes of all different shapes and sizes, numerous other accessories. All strewn like leaves in autumn. The owners, save one, are nowhere to be seen.

The serpent's cock is buried deep within his current victim- the cute rat girl that you sat next to at the food court just hours before. Even as he makes a late lunch of her, she seems to be enjoying herself, legs desperately trying to wrap around his wide hips. As as matter of fact, as his jaws crawl further and further down over her writhing torso, she's definitely trying to cram his wickedly large cock even further within herself! He pauses just a moment, allowing her to shudder with sudden release before pulling her off, a flood of cum gushing out as she's plucked away to her fate.

Its clear he's done this many, many times before, as he moves with the grace of the well-practiced. He moves, coils shifting like sheets being pulled across the bed, arching his neck with a languid fluidity that is almost hypnotic in itself as he works her up, over and down. Further sealing the spell is his piercing gaze. He's noticed you, long before you even clapped eyes upon this scene, his brilliant, verdant irises holding you in a way more complete than any rope or coil possibly could.

The rat girl is already disappearing into his greedy gullet. Her legs kick out reflexively, generous gobs of naga jizz spilling out of her well -pounded cleft to streak down her thighs. He makes short work of her, and soon all that's poking out now are her toes and tailtip. He does not break eye contact with you the entire time, his exotic green eyes now magnetized to the contents of your very soul.

Then the images flood into your mind. He knows and feels everything that bulge within him is now being subject to, and its all being broadcast into your mind. She was indeed cute, and your heart pangs, for whatever pleasures your could have shared with her are eclipsed by the mind-shattering ecstasy she is feeling in these final, eternal moments. And yet she is only the latest, for a history of prior meals is somehow discernable, a faint card catalog of nameless faces, all sinking into wet, hungry flesh, all transforming tracelessly into churning, formless liquid and folding forever into an endless, lustful darkness.

The pang in your heart sinks deep into your gut. You feel warm and cold at the same time. You step forward, not to valiantly save the rodent lass from her fate, but to know, to feel, to have what she is having. With overwhelming understanding, you are prisoner to the realization that no other possible or imagined pleasure could ever hope to compare to submitting to this gorgeous creature.

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This is for a commissioner that has chosen to remain anonymous! Thank you so much for your support, you know who you are <3

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