Naga Boyfriend: Asphiter (complete)

Your family has owned and operated an inn for centuries, and the building has been recently remodeled and repaired, with additions at the back to accommodate for the modern world. The old charm remains, though, and everything has been well taken care of, in order to preserve that feeling of old-world tradition. The inn has been a mainstay for many years, for locals and tourists alike - all who wish to bathe in the hot springs located on the grounds.

Myths and legends hang around the hot springs like the dense steam that clouds them. There are tales that the waters have vital healing properties, and that they are fountains of youth. To you, they’re just hot puddles of water; nothing special at all, nothing healing, nothing to suggest they’d keep you young. It’s all just hot water and steam.

On the nights you don’t have to stay at the inn, you live in a small guest house that used to serve as a specialty suite. You turned it into your home after moving back here. It’s comfortable and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the inn and the prying eyes of the guests. It also has its own private hot spring in the back. Once quite grand, this spring has gradually shrunk over the years, becoming more like a kiddy pool than anything people could lounge in. For you, it’s just right. Something you can soak in, ease the tension in your back, maybe even jerk off, whatever. It’s your own private little oasis, and you can do as you see fit. 

When you were little, your grandmother closed down the specialty suite when the private pool started showing signs of shrinking. She was panicked about it too, saying it was the curse of the god who rested below the hot springs. Your parents thought she was nuts; after all, the god was a legend, like any of the others around the hot springs. He was said to be the reason the waters were so warm and perfect, and he provided the healing powers in return for letting him rest there. It was all just stories, much like it was all just hot water. Until the day she died, your grandmother told you her stories about the massive four-armed god sleeping under the hot springs.

It was probably those stories that led to your first wet dreams, and your current-day fantasies of some massive, four armed, beast-like god bending you over and fucking your mercislessly while one of his many hands stroked your dick. You chose to ignore that your sexual awakening was for a multi-armed snake god, and go about your life like a normal schmuck. It was easier to pretend you were normal than admit to your unusual personal tastes.

One evening you return to your private cottage, intent on resting and enjoying a much-needed vacation. You aren’t going anywhere, but that’s the whole point. You don’t have to leave your home at all for the moment. Everything is stocked up, your laundry is done, the wi-fi signal is strong, and your service phone to the inn is unplugged. There’s nothing to disturb you. 

You’re exhausted after your long day; nothing like horrible guests to make your vacation seem all the sweeter. You undress and go out naked to your personal little hot spring, with the intent of relaxing and letting the day melt away so you could begin your week off.

As you sink into the pool, you notice something a bit peculiar. Usually the water is level on both sides - it comes up to your waist when you sit down, mid-calf when standing. Now, as you sit down, one side of the pool is lower than the other, and where you’re sitting the water level is just under your chest. Your toes are sticking out at the top. You stand up, inspecting the strange incline of the rock. This is very odd. It was normal yesterday, but now something has shifted. 

As you step out of the pool, something that feels like a hand closes around your ankle. You scream, but another hand grabs your arm and pulls you back down into the water. The water starts flowing and bubbling, filling the pool back to its original grandeur. You’re under the water, sinking towards the bottom as the water rises above you. A dark shape moves above you and blocks out the light coming through the pool. The grip around you tightens, and you’re tossed towards the surface like a ragdoll.

You gasp for breath and scramble as you try to reach the shore. As you climb onto a rock, you look back to see long red locks hovering on the surface of the water. Dark yellow eyes gleam up at you through the mass of hair, and then the huge creature emerges. Four hands rest on the rock at your legs as the creature starts to chuckle.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” he snarls. 

You stare, unable to move from shock. The creature’s hands start touching you and running up your legs, four great big hands attached to four tree-trunk arms. His body is covered in deep green scales, with flecks and stripes of red here and there. He grins at you with a maw full of strong, sharp teeth, and a red tongue darts across them.

“Holy shit-” you pant. “You’re real.”

“Was there any question of that?” he smirks. “Or do you need further proof?” His hand slips up further and grabs your hip.

You kick away to put more space between you. “Holy fucking shit, you’re real!” You nearly scream.

The creature presses his finger to his lips. “Keep your voice down,” he laughs. “No need to alert anyone. I don’t have the energy to deal with more than one at a time.”

“Are you-” Your mind is like a fly trying to escape from a window. You keep hitting the glass, bouncing off, and returning to smack the glass, forgetting it was there. “Why are- who… what?” You shake your head, and the creature guffaws from the belly.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time.” He licks his chops. “Smelling you, really,” he moans darkly. “Desire is one of the few things that can command my attention.”

“Smelling me-” You stop when you understand what he’s saying. “Oh, fuck.”

The creature chuckles and tilts his head up. “Asphiter,” he growls. “Pleasure to finally meet you.” He lifts out of the water and you see his body ends in a long, heavy tail. 

“Wait just a second, now!” You scramble backwards and fall off the rock and plop back into the water. Asphiter smirks while he watches you flounder. “Just because you’re a god doesn’t mean I’m going to do whatever it is you’re thinking so easily!”

Asphiter throws his head back and laughs loudly. “A god?” He snorts. “Are they still on that magnificent bullshit?” He lounges on the rock. “I am no god, just a lazy snake looking for a place to sleep.”

Your eyes dart over him and you stare up at him in confusion. 

“I only wake up to eat and fuck.” His blood red tongue darts across his dangerous looking teeth slowly. “So which is it gonna be?”

You take a few steps back from him. “I have food inside?” You say shakily. 

Asphiter pouts and clicks his tongue. “Aww. No sex?”

“I told you-” you start but Asphiter laughs out loud again.

“No worries,” he slides back into the water and comes towards you. “I don’t just take things like some monster. I do have standards.” He approaches you while an excited quiver ripples down your belly and towards your groin. He glides passed you, crawling onto land, where you can see just how big he really is. 

You scoff to yourself and shake your head. “Stop getting turned on,” you grumble. “So what if he’s big?” You climb out of the water and wrap a towel around your waist.

Before you can reach it, Asphiter opens the door of the cottage and goes inside. You quickly chase after him. “You have standards, but you’ll break into people’s houses?” you snap at him.

“Houses are one thing,” he grunts, “bodies are another.” He lifts his nose to the air and sniffs. “Something smells good.” He moves towards the fridge and opens it up. His eyes grow wide as he looks over the bounty of frozen meals in the freezer. He yanks out a box and several more topple out onto the kitchen floor. He then chomps into the cardboard, ripping it open and spitting it on the ground.

“Wait a second!” You try to grab one of his arms, but he holds you back as he starts eating the frozen chicken strips inside the box. “You’re supposed to cook those! Oh, come on!” You struggle against him, getting even more turned on by his brute force. ‘You stupid slut, get ahold of yourself!’ you think spitefully as you push his palm away. 

Asphiter munches on the frozen chicken and starts grabbing up the boxes that have spilled on the floor. You try to swoop in under him and snatch them first, but he grabs you by the nape of the neck and holds you back, gathering the food with his remaining three arms. 

“I told you what I am here for,” he chuckles. “You aren’t going to stop me.”

“At least ask,” you grunt.

Asphiter smirks. “And what would you say if I was so polite?” HIs eyes glance down and his smile grows bigger. “Oh, my, my.” He points to the towel, which has become tented by your erection. “What’s this?”

You grunt and struggle in his grasp. “That’s not for you!”

“It looks like it’s for me,” he moans hungrily. 

You bite the inside of your cheek and stop struggling. “It’s an erection, could be for anybody.” You relax in his grip. “Put my food back and I’ll let you see it.”

“Only see it?” Asphiter scoffs. “You must be joking.”

“Fine,” you huff. “I’ll let you touch it.”

Asphiter smirks. “I put this food back, but I can still claim it later. Maybe if you do something to make me more docile, I’ll behave for you more readily later.”

You bite back your own smile. “What makes you think I’d give in to you so readily?”

Asphiter waves a hand down his body. “Look at me,” he grins. “And I’ve been smelling your arousal for ages. I know what makes you tick.”

“You do?” you chuckle.

Asphiter removes the towel and licks his chops as he looks at you. “I’ve got four hands that will prove it.” He lets go of your neck and shoves the food unceremoniously into the fridge. “Where can we get comfortable?”

You laugh as you take a deep breath. “You were just playing with me, weren’t you?”

Asphiter shrugs. “A little bit. Just wanted to see you squirm until you caved in. Didn’t think I would corner you so fast.” His eyes look back down at your cock. “But I must say, there is something more urgent than my hunger right now.” He slips a hand around your hip and digs his fingers into your ass. “You got a bed, or am I going to have to break this table?”

You moan as his fingers slip between your cheeks and prod at your pucker. “Yeah.” You wriggle your ass into his palm.

Asphiter grins. “Then where is it, little snack?” Another hand grabs your cock and begins stroking it slowly. “Tell me,” his dark growl echoes in your ear.

Your hips buck and you press into his fist. The tip of your cock is dripping already, and your mind has become a blank fog.

“Breaking the table it is, then.” Asphiter pushes you down onto your knees, where you’re level with an opening just below his torso. He uses his hand to open it wider, allowing two thick shafts to start slipping out. The heads are vibrant red like his tongue, fading into the dark green of his scales. Their heads are tapered and bulbous, while the shafts curve upward in an attractive manner. 

“Oh, wow.” You hold back a dopey grin, “Two.” You’ve had many fantasies about monsters and their cocks, but this one - or two - takes the cake. 

“What else am I supposed to do with four hands?” Asphiter chuckles. 

You take one in each hand, stroking them while your excitement grows. You place one on your lips while Ashpiter pushes his hips to make it slip into your mouth. He has an earthy taste, but the precum that dribbles from the tip is almost sweet. You moan against him as one of his hands grabs the back of your head and tangles in your hair. 

“I much prefer this to cold chicken,” Asphiter growls. 

You moan against him while his pulse surges on your tongue. You pull back, sucking on the tip and licking down the shaft, then turn your attention to the other cock, licking it and kissing it at the base.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this, huh?” Asphiter chuckles. He grabs you and sets you on the table with your legs spread. His four hands roam your body, petting you and touching you. He grabs your ankles, and you lay back on the table while he lifts your ass into the air. A third hand gropes your ass while the fourth rubs a finger to your pucker. Asphiter then dips down and swirls his tongue there.

You cry out and shiver at the slick sensation.

Asphiter chuckles. “You like playing with yourself don’t you?” He bites your cheek and your whimper. “Well, from now on, only I am allowed to play with you.” His tongue presses against your hole and slips inside.

You cry out loud and cover your face with your palms. His tongue is thick, slippery, and wriggles around inside you. You gasp and pant while he licks and teases, eventually replacing his tongue with his fingers until three fit snugly inside.

Asphiter lowers your ankles back down until your body is flush against the table. “You don’t get to relax just yet,” he growls. He pulls you off the edge of the table. “You and I have much more playing to do.” His cocks slide up between your thighs as he presses closer. He pins your arms to the table while his dicks rub against yours.

His cocks have become coated in a slimy, slick fluid that leaves a shiny sheen wherever he ruts. He then guides himself, placing the tip of one cock at your readied hole. Asphiter growls low in his throat and bares his sharp teeth.

“Only one?” You tease and look up at him.

Asphiter grins. “For now.” He looks into your eyes. “You aren’t ready for that much, are you?” he mocks. Then he pushes his tip inside you. “Let’s see if you can just take this.” He pushes inside you, going deep. He then wraps his hand around your cock and his, rubbing them together. You whimper as you try to catch your breath; wriggling in his grip as well as moving around his embedded cock.

“Yes,” Asphiter snarls. “This is exactly what I was craving.” He moves inside you, pushing deep before pulling out again. His jaw hangs open and his tongue lolls from the side of his mouth. 

Your mind is filled with thick, heavy steam. All your thoughts are clouded, and all you can feel is Asphiter inside you and all around you. His hands stroke your body, coaxing sweet moans and sighs. He bears down on top of you, rubbing your cocks together as he moves inside you.

You wrap around him, clinging to him. You want to feel more. All your horny little daydreams have come true in this one grand moment. Every beauty-and-the-beast fantasy has culminated in this one brash decision.

You shiver, and your back arches off the table. The overwhelming surge turns the steam in your head into a hot, booming storm cloud. The thunder makes you spasm, and the lightning causes you to scream and cum on Asphiter’s belly. He chuckles darkly as he watches you cum. He slips his fingers in your mess and licks it from the tips. 

“You’d make a delicious snack.” He then grits his teeth and starts going faster, harder. The table jerks, pushing the chairs aside. It screeches as it moves across the floor, the noise mingling with his dark, primal growls. He stiffens, pushes deep, and his cock on your belly stands erect, arches, and releases. The one inside you does the same, and he spills deep within you while you melt on the table. His seed is cool and shiny, coating your chest and belly in a thick gloss.

Asphiter slowly pulls away from you, pressing his fingers inside you so he can watch his seed spill out. He licks his chops and picks you up from the table, holding you against his body.

You wake sometime later, cuddled against his coiled tail while his torso lays on top of you. He grunts as you move and his hands push you down.

“Stay asleep,” he grumbles. “I don’t want to move.”

You kiss his cheek and relax again. “You really are lazy.”

He cracks an eye open at you. “That’s why I want an active mate,” he smirks. “Someone who will take care of my lazy ass.” He presses a hungry kiss to your lips and swirls his tongue inside your mouth. “And in return, I’ll take care of you.”

You stroke your hands down his chest. “My grandmother used to tell me stories about you,” you reply. “I always thought the idea of a powerful, multi-armed snake god sounded appealing. I used to daydream about what those hands could do to me.”

Asphiter chuckles. “I’d be happy to show you as much as you like. I’ve got nothing but time.”

“I have a whole week off,” you smirk. “So I’ve got nothing to do.”

“Except for me.” Asphiter bites your neck.