Naga Boyfriend Yaruth: Part Two (complete)

    I had said something off the cuff, not expecting any sort of response from it than a roll of the eyes or a laugh. I hadn’t expected Yaruth to take my joke of an offer seriously. Yet he did. He seemed proud of it as well, a big smile on his face and everything.

    “I accept your proposal,” he repeats. He taps my cheek. “Hello? Are you still there?”

    I blink and my senses seem to come back to me. “Excuse me.” I stand up and tumble and waddle around the pillow and blanket filled room. “Is there a way out? Over here? I’m ready to go home now.”

    Yaruth grabs my wrist again as I tumble into the soft fluff of the room. “Why do you want to leave after having just proposed.”

    “I was joking!” I snap at him. “I was trying to say something to turn you off but apparently you’re much stranger than I thought!”

    Yaruth scoops me up and sets me down on a pillow before him. “Is it strange to want something so much you’d do anything?”

    “Kind of,” I grumble. I push him back. “I’ve had fun here and your castle is nice. But you cannot simply marry someone for no reason other than wanting to fuck them.”

    Yaruth takes hold of both of my hands. “It isn’t simply that.”

    I look into his eyes as they glow in the low light of the comfortable room. His gaze is serious and heady and there is something in his eyes that makes me want to linger longer.

    “Certainly I want to enter your gateway to heaven and see what all the fuss is about. I also want to make you scream my name over and over and beg for me never to leave you alone.” He touches my cheek and brushes a loose hair from my face. “I want to feed you wine and berries and to feel your lips brush against my fingers.”

    I stare at him longer, feeling my pulse grow to hummingbird pace.

    “I want to share my bed with you, not just for lovemaking but for comfort and prosperity. I want to make you my queen so I can place a crown on your head and feel as if I am the lucky one.” He inches in and my lashes fluffer as he nuzzles to my cheek and neck.

    “Life I what I want with you. Pleasure and agony all shared between the two of us.” He then chuckles and kisses my neck. “Perhaps a few brats so my sisters will no longer pester me.” He lifts his head, placing a soft kiss to my lips. His tongue flickers there and he pulls away.

    “If you want to know me better first, then we can plan for the wedding in the future.” He sits back as I sit there, dumbstruck and swooning.

    I cough and clear my throat. “Yes well.” I fidget with my hair, touching it and coiling it around my fingertip. “As nice as that all sounds-” I trail off.

    Yaruth chuckles. “What would you like to know first? Ask me anything, but be prepared for me to ask my own questions first.”

    “You said you were venomous before,” I start. “Would that be cause for concern?”

    He unhinges his jaws a bit to let his fangs stick out. He takes off the golden cap on one, shows it to me, then fits into place again. “I use protection.” He winks at me and I glance away. “Back in the day, kings used to get their fangs removed. It showed that they were willing to protect their people without resulting to such tactics. It’s easy to bite someone, it’s harder to understand them.” He sighs and shakes his head. “In more recent years this capping method has proven just as effective. Your people tend to trust you more when they think you can’t kill them quite so easily.”

    “Would you ever consider having them removed?” I ask from pure curiosity.

    “If I had to, perhaps. But I do not like to fancy the idea.” He leans forward a bit, placing pillows under his side as he relaxes. “Would you ever have your teeth willingly removed?”

    I smile at him. “I guess I wouldn’t.”

    “I assume it is painful either way,” he sighs. “Mine won’t grow back either. You’d at least have new ones come in soon enough.”

    I furrow my brow at him. “Do you think human teeth grow back?”

    He blinks at me. “Don’t they?” His head tilts to the side and his hood flutters open a bit.

    I snort and shake my head. “No!” I’m trying so hard not to laugh. “They don’t! At all! We have baby teeth and those fall out. But after that we don’t get any more.”

    “I was told humans could grow back their teeth!” Yaruth gasps in shock. 

    “No!” I’m starting to laugh and I have to hold my arm around my belly. “This is it. This is all I will ever have.” I say pointing into my mouth.

    “Goodness,” Yaruth whispers. 

    “You really haven’t ever met a human have you?” I relax a bit and stretch out my legs. Yaruth touches my foot and rubs up against my leg.

    “Once,” he replies. “But they were only around for a moment. And they were a male so I didn’t much care for him. I much prefer women and their company.”

     I smirk, wondering just how much company he did keep. “Do you have many girlfriends then?” 

    Yaruth gives me the eye. “Are you jealous?”

    “Not at all.” I answer truthfully. “Simply curious. Do you have a harem or something akin to that?”

    Yaruth rolls his eyes. “Do you honestly think my sisters would let me keep such a thing? I’d have to get rid of them first before I even considered the matter. And that would be if I wanted to.” He sniffs and shakes his head. “I enjoy the company of women, and yes, sex is very much part of that. I’ve had several women I’ve kept as companions, but eventually we both tire and go our separate ways. Nothing serious. Just friends who enjoy one another.”

    “And yet you want to marry me.”

    “I always did say I would only marry a woman if she utterly baffled me. You do that to me.” His hand rests on my knee. “And what about you?”

    “I’ve had a few lovers.” I then shrug. “But having brothers makes it difficult. The boys either were friends with my brothers or they knew of their reputation.” I then eye him. “I am not a virgin if that is something you’re looking for.”

    “I don’t mind you’ve laid with other men.” Yaruth’s hand inches further up my leg, touching my inner thigh. “In fact, it is giving me all sorts of ideas.”

    I pinch his hand between my thighs, capturing it before he went any further. “Easy there, big boy.”

    “Forgive me, I seek our warmth. It’s a natural response and you’re the closest source.” His smile is as proud as can be.

    I release his hand and he pulls away. “Next time, I’m keeping it.”

    Yaruth grins. “Next time, perhaps it’ll be my waist between your thighs.”

    I smirk and press my knuckles to my lips. “Ok now, calm down.”

    “It’s hard for me to calm down,” Yaruth huffs as he relaxes back on the soft floor. “I get riled up and excited and it feels like my body won’t quit until I’m at the brink of exhaustion.”

    “That sounds like a young man’s problem.” I stretch my legs out again, slightly hoping he seeks out heat again.

    Yaruth shrugs and sighs. “I have simply reached my sexual maturity. I am two hundred after all.”

    “Two hundred?” I blurt.

    Yaruth sits up. “How old did you think I was?” He inches closer to me. “My kind tends to live a very long time.”

    “Oh wow,” I lean back again. 

    Yaruth lays his head on my thigh and places his arm around me. He snuggles in close and rubs his cheek to my leg. “Do not worry. I am not so old by our standards. And like I said, my sexual peak has just hit. I am more apt to pleasure you than any human boy you’ve been with.”

    “Not all of them were boys,” I scoff.

    Yaruth raises his head in curiosity. “Oh? That sounds like a story.”

    “It isn’t,” I grumble, crossing my arms against my chest. “Just a stupid fling.”

    Yaruth sits up. “I’d like to hear about it.”

    I frown at him then sigh. “Couple of years ago,” I grumble. “He was traveling through town, selling his wares and whatever. He was quite older,” I huff. “Big and grizzled and just-” I comb my fingers through my hair. “I thought he was so damn sexy, all because he wasn’t from the village or was anyone I knew my whole life. I rode him like a wild bull. Whenever we were alone together that’s all we did.” I bite my lip at the memory, remembering how good it felt to behave so badly and so unabashed. 

    “We did it everywhere we could.” I look up at Yaruth. “Anywhere.”

    A big grin has spread across Yaruth’s face. “It sounds like a good time.”

    “It was,” I chuckle. “I often- no.” I stop myself and laugh. “That’s too much.”

    “I doubt it.” Yaruth replies. “We’re trying to get to know one another better. Tell me and I’ll tell you something that’s just as much.”

    I feel hot and tingly all over. I smirk and bite my lip. “I often touch myself remembering those stolen moments. Nothing turn me on more than remembering how good it felt when he first slid his cock inside me. I would-” Yaruth places his hand gently over my mouth. I look up at him, seeing the lidded expression he holds on his face.

    “You need to stop.” His snarling voice is dark and desperate. “A man can only take so much.”

    I smirk as he takes his hand away. “You wanted it.”

    “I did,” he laughs nervously. 

    I nod at him. “Now you tell me something.” I spread my legs a little, just enough it gave him a peek of what was under my robe.

    Yaruth keeps his eyes up and meeting mine. “If I don’t masturbate right this second I may pass out and die.”

    I snort and throw my head back laughing. As I calm down I grin at him and wave out my hand. “Then do it.”

    “Not here,” he snarls. He motions to the door leading back out to the hot pool.

    We leave the pillow room and go back into the pool. It’s empty now, all his sisters are gone. It must be dark out, I can hear crickets and the sounds of the night just beyond the windows. I turn, looking at Yaruth as he sinks into the water. He leans back against the edge and I see two sharp points jutting from the water at his hip.

    I try not to stare but I can’t help it. He has two of them?

    “You want a closer look?” Yaruth rolls his hips out of the water, letting me get a better view of his double dick. 

    I bite my lip, knowing I shouldn’t. But all the talk from before has made me forget my manners and graces. I take off my robe and ease naked into the water beside Yaruth. He loops one of his massive arms around me and holds me close to his muscular body.

    He takes his cocks into his fist, pumping them slowly while I watch. They’re bulbous and flared at the base, slimming out in the middle where there are long bulges on the belly. The tip is pointed with little slits where a glossy liquid is oozing out.

    Yaruth grunts and moans, his arm around me constricts tighter. I press closer to his side and place my palm on his belly. I slowly trail my fingers down and touch his wrist. My fingertips swirl around the tips. His stops pumping for a moment and we lock eyes.

    He drops his hand and rests both arms on the edge of the pool. I take one of the shafts into my hand, stroking it slowly and feeling the silky texture of them. I sit up out of the water, kissing him and he puts his hands around my waist. One hand slips down and grazes between my thighs.

    I snap my thighs around his hand. “I told you,” I pant. “I’m keeping it now.” I grind myself against his fingers and palm, moaning as I feel the friction build between us. 

    Yaruth snarls and flexes his fingers. One pushes between my folds and finds the melty core inside. His eyes light up and his jaw goes slack. I still a moment and release him enough so he can explore what he’s found.

    “It’s so hot,” he moans. He hugs me to his chest as his fingers slip inside me. “It is heaven.” His fingers go deeper inside me as if trying to find the end. 

    I cling to him, rolling my hips and bouncing on his big fingers. 

    “Does that feel good?” He snarls into my ear. He moves his wrist, meeting my hips and curling his fingers inside me. 

    My legs start to tremble and Yaruth sits me down on the edge of the pool. My legs are splayed before him and he slips his fingers back inside. He watches me intently, studying my folds and how I breathed. He pulled his fingers out, sucking off my cream that clung to them.

    “The rumors didn’t prepare me.” He growls.

    I clear my throat and nod. “Yes well,” I shrug. “Rumors rarely do.”

    Yaruth pushes me down onto the cold marble and kisses me. He pins my wrists above my head as he body coils around me. He lifts my hips from the ground and he rubs against me. His two shafts slip and rut against my slit. He seems to be arguing with himself about which cock got to go first.

    I reach down, pressing the first one I find against me and with a single jerk of his tail he’s inside me. I bite my lip to keep from being loud. He’s thick and heavy inside me, stretching my inner walls just enough that a tiny bit of pain mixes will all the pleasure.

    “Oh gods-” Yaruth’s voice chokes in his mouth. He pushes and ruts, going hard and fast all at once. He then pulls out again, gulping down breaths.

    “Easy now.” I slip from him and lay him down on the ground. I straddle his waist. “Don’t waste all this supposed energy at once.” I lean back, taking one of the cocks back inside me. I grin like an idiot, enjoying so much how he feels inside me.

    “Start slowly.” I moan as I grind him inside me. I gyrate my hips in a circle, making sure we both feel everything. I toss my head back against my shoulders and press my weight into my palms on his stomach.

    Yaruth’s strong hands clamp down around my thighs, gripping me tight and holding me in place. “I pray I never get used to this.”

    I smile down at him. “Me too.”

    We then hear voices and the door opens. Like a shot, Yaruth sits up and runs away with me. We go into an alcove behind the pool where there is a little sitting bench carved into the stone. Yaruth holds me to his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me.

    The voice outside are male, probably guards coming to take a break and relax in the pool for a while. It sounds like they are in no hurry to leave just yet.

    Yaruth starts to move and for a moment I think he’s going to pull out. Given the situation I thought stopping was the sane idea. Instead, Yaruth moves inside me still, pushing deep and rolling his hips to grind inside.

    “Wait-” I moan. “Not good!” I try to keep my voice down. “What are you doing?”

    He growls in my ear. “Can’t stop.”

    I moan loudly and cut myself off. “You need to!”

    “Don’t want to,” he pants.

    I moan again and can’t argue the fact I don’t want to stop either. He feels too good inside me and stopping now would feel like a waste.

    “Keep quiet,” I grunt. 

    Yaurth kisses my neck and cheek. “Talking to yourself?”

    I wrap my arms around his neck and he presses my back against the wall. “Mm.” I squeeze my legs around him. “Don’t make me hit you.”

    “Do it,” he grins wickedly.

    We kiss and he starts to move faster. It’s going to be tough for me to keep my voice down. I can feel the spiking heat inside me. It shoots through my body, threatening to make me scream in my state of pleasure.

    Yaruth keeps kissing me, taking my wild sounds into his mouth. He then pulls out, both of us breathing hard and deep from all this exertion.

    “Why’d you stop?” I fuss at him and slap his chest.

    He kisses me and falls back onto the bench so I’m on top again. This time I take the second cock inside me. “I’m having fun. Aren’t you?” He smirks.

    I bounce on him, bracing my palms against the walls as I rode him. We are both still struggling to keep quiet, often getting still when we hear the guards outside laugh loudly. I start to throw caution to the wind, bouncing on him harder and faster, wanting to feel that spiking surge again and for it to actually crest this time.

    Yaruth’s fingers dig sharply into my thighs. He holds me down fast, keeping me still as he ruts and grinds from within. I gasp and barely have enough time to stop myself from crying out. The internal flood from Yaruth shocks me and the rising heat inside me nearly knocks me out. I fold over, laying on top of Yaruth. 

    For a while we are stuck like that but even if we were found I don’t think either one of us could move if we wanted to. I lay there, blissed out of my mind and snuggled up on his broad chest. Even if he was a bit chilly I didn’t notice.

    The pool goes quiet and despite my wobbling legs Yaruth and I walk out and get back into the water. Both his cocks had released all over me, inside and outside. I sit in the water to rinse off while Yaruth disappears under it. 

    A moment later he rises back up and kisses me hungrily. “I’m still not done.”

    I push on him. “Give me a moment. I’m still not all here,” I chuckle.

    He lounges next to me, coiling his tail around me as I relax in the warm water. “Now I simply have to marry you.”

    “Oh?” I ask.

    “I have never felt something so good as you did.” He nuzzles to my neck and licks me. “I never want to let you go.”

    “You weren’t so bad yourself.” I stroke the top of his head. “But let's keep figuring one another out before we take the marriage proposal seriously.”

    He kisses my arm. “I’d do anything for you.”

    “Don’t say that just yet.” I giggle and lay back on his chest. “You still have to meet my family. Not quite sure how they’re going to take all this.”

    “I’ll give them all sorts of gold. Hell. How about we introduce your brothers to my sisters?” He smirks. “If they’re anything like you, I bet they’d love that. My sisters need a few new playthings as it were.”

    I smirk. “You know what? Not a bad idea.”