He held out his hand to her, and, eyes closed, she took it. He lead her, as she slipped out of her shoes, towards some trees. He looped a few coils around her twisting her off her feet and onto her back before moving his face to hers, brushing his lips against hers, pressing his tongue between them to deepen the almost tender kiss. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her writhe in anticipation, nipples hard against his flesh, and he smiled to her unseeing form. "You're senses will cease to resist..." he whispered to her, the full two-foot length of his throbbing, solid naga member, its base surrounded by scales, but itself covered in smooth, loose skin, was exposed, pressing against the warm, smooth skin of her stomach. It made her whimper.
He enjoyed her excitement, moving down slowly, kissing and licking along her jaw and down her neck, out with her collar bone, and then down to linger at her breast before teasing her hot, moist entrance with the his somewhat pointed helmet. It was his prey that furthered the contact, though, sliding herself as far as she would go over him, making him bite his lip. She was a virgin, soft and tight around him. It was better than he expected.
As they moved, writhing and pounding against one another, the naga pleasured her. She soon climaxed, her orgasm explosive and lengthy due to both his physical and mental ministrations. She bucked and pitched, juices dripping out of her, yelling in pure bliss, and the naga drank it all in, pressing himself against her, wrapping around her, feeling every muscle twitch of its own accord, as she melted slowly into afterglow.
