FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hypnovember 2023, Day 2: Eyes(Naga TF)
Themes: infatuation / affection
Word count: 1,071
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A simple expedition. That’s all it was supposed to be. But you just had to slip into that one crevice…
And now here you are, thousands of feet beneath the surface, with no sign of a way back to the surface.
You clutch your flashlight like it’s your only handhold over a bottomless pit. Cold stone surrounds you on all sides. Seemingly endless winding caverns loom all around.
Nothing to be done but pave forward with what little hope of rescue remains.
You venture down your arbitrarily chosen path, stepping cautiously and sweeping with your light. Faint, but sinister cave sounds echo your way… It’d be just your luck to have to contend with hostile wildlife at a time like this.
You emerge into what seems to be a clearing, judging by the empty black space surrounding you. It would probably be a beautiful sight if it weren’t pitch dark…
Then you see it… a strange makeshift tent, made of sticks and a strange sort of hide. Despite the rudimentary engineering, it doesn’t strike you as a… human creation. What could this…
Then, you hear it. Unmistakably a slithering sound. And unmistakably snake-like, yet such a deep, heavy sound no ordinary snake could produce.
You spin around wildly, desperately trying to track the creature. No sign of it. You scan the ceiling… still nothing. But you still hear it growing closer.
You point it downward… toward a manhole-sized hole in the ground nearby. Just before a creature you never could’ve fathomed emerges from it.
It clearly appears to be a giant serpent, with a proud cobra hood, glistening green scales and piercing emerald eyes… but then it rises farther, and you see shoulders. Then arms.
It rises the rest of the way, with a towering serpentine trunk. A naga, in the flesh, towering at about 8 feet, with the look of a creature with no intention to show any mercy.
It hisses softly, gazing into your eyes with unmistakeable intelligence. It closes in with the confidence an apex predator would boast, its tongue lashing carefree.
Your body trembles, but your legs seize up. Control abandons you. Why can’t you…
It draws in closer, maintaining perfect eye contact. Those slitted eyes seem to bore into your very soul.
A clawed hand gently grips your chin. Your tremors cease.
You can’t look away. Something about those…
Eyes…
Something ripples through your body. A sensation utterly indescribable. Whatever it is, it dissolves your fear like ice under afternoon sun. Calm oppressively washes over you.
And within the soft hiss, you feel… impressions of thoughts. Loneliness, curiosity… excitement. The thing has emotions… and it wants you to see them.
In an odd way, this monster is being almost as vulnerable as you. It bares its very soul in this unfathomable manner, and you can do naught but take it in.
He dwells down here, well nourished, unchallenged… but desperately alone. He craves companionship. Intimacy. You can read it in his rich, vivid eyes.
And at long last, he can have it. And he intends to.
More ripples from beneath your very skin, far stronger this time as his mass undulates, his long tail coiling around your lower body. There’s truly no escape… but you’re not sure that you want that anymore. All you can think about is looking into those eyes.
The coils massage with a snug, yet tender grip. Your legs, pinned together, almost seem to melt together in a blissfully bizarre way, elongating and developing glistening green scales. Just like his…
Your breaths grow heavy, and your eyes grow wide not from terror, but wonder. This thing that’s been gripping you since you first saw those eyes was never fear to begin with. It was desire and passion, of a nature you’re only just awakening to.
Then the creature opens his mouth, and utters three impassioned words in a silky voice.
“Be with me.”
The only words you’ll ever need to hear again.
You exhale sharply in what’s almost a moan, letting go of whatever reservation you may have had left. You don’t need to say yes. Surrender is plainly written on your face and posture.
You’re ready.
He tears your clothes off in a savage manner, sending your neglected gear and flashlight flying, in the process exposing reptilian scales that spread vigorously across your bare skin. He never lets his coil or gaze falter for an instant. The advent of total darkness only accentuates the mesmerizing green glow of his eyes.
Memories and thoughts of being a human are broken down by his intangible venom. You don’t need to be a human anymore. You don’t need to think or act like one. You don’t need to speak like one.
Except for one phrase.
Be with me.
The serpent’s all-consuming desire consumes you as well. You let out a powerful hiss as your beautiful cobra hood sprouts from your head, and your face elongates into an angular snout with fearsome fangs and a thin, forked tongue.
Scales consume your entire body. You settle into your naga form as though it’s always been natural. For all the world, you look just like him.
A perfect form.
And finally, his eyes become your own as well. Your very own powerful emerald-green serpentine gaze, affixed on his, no longer needing the meager light to see. And on instinct, it does what it does best.
Hypnotizing. Alluring. Captivating. Reflecting the original serpent’s spell right back at him, and stirring up his already desperate passion into a frenzy of savage love.
And without a second thought, you utter the one thing he wants most to hear.
“Be with me.”
He yanks you into an iron grip of both arm and tail, and all but jams his maw against yours in a ravenous kiss. You reciprocate with equal force, and equal passion. You meet his coil in the middle with your own newly grown serpentine tail, and the two of you intertwine with intimate understanding, straining to feel as much of one another as possible.
All the while, your unblinking eyes rarely deviate from one another. An infinite, inescapable feedback loop of mutual manipulation and infatuation. One unit, one love, never to be parted.
Ecstatic hisses ring throughout the vast caverns for hours onward. No sapient may ever come down here again… but in this humble abode, the two of you have all the company you could ever need.
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