Naga Boyfriend Yaruth: Part One (complete)

    The village I live in is pretty tight-knit and close. It’s a very nice place, but it can get on your nerves as well. No one has any secrets and if you do they will find a way to pull them out. There’s little to no privacy sometimes and it can get to feel suffocating. A lot of the younger people in the village often move away, so the town has become quite small and even more intimate.

    I have considered leaving to find a fresh breath of air, but my family needs me and I am not yet ready to be that selfish. Instead, I take my time when I can. The jungle just beyond the village is the perfect place to go. I go there where I have a special spot and I will sit in the beautiful silence and read. 

The library has been getting in new books lately, donations from various kingdoms. Most of them are worn and old but that only gives me insight on which ones to read first. I’ll make my selections and steal away to my unique little safe haven in the jungle.

Most people don’t go into this part of the jungle simply because of superstition. I know there are real threats out there, but for the most part, my little hill of moss is close enough towards civilization that the only danger to me is bird’s shitting on my head. I don’t have any fear about going into the jungle to catch some peace and quiet.

Deeper inside the trees and vines there is a castle. It is old and has stood there for centuries. My grandmother claims that there are creatures in there older than humanity and far worse than anything in the empire. Other’s claim it is full of snakes that bind together to take a human form. I don’t believe any of these. If this were true we would have seen something of them. There are naga that still stay within the jungle and we have done trade with them before during the rainy seasons. But they are no threat no matter how much they flirt and taunt us. If anything the nagas are the ones who live in the castle now. I highly doubt there is anything more threatening than them out there.

The peaks of the castle jut out from the top of the forest. When it has rained and the world is covered in fog, those high peaks still come out above the mist, looking like needles stabbing through cloth. I have always wanted to visit the strange, ancient palace just to see what was there. I have had many a grand daydream about it. I sometimes discover vast amounts of forgotten scrolls and literature that dates back to the beginning of time. I have found mountains of treasure and regal attire, I have seen a dragon in a couple of them. But mostly I have found myself a place I can hide and get away from everything. 

Of course there are the several lewd scenarios where I come across a minotaur or even a naga and we make steamy passionate love on a pile of gold. But that’s all silly fun, I of course would never expect to run across something in a castle and instantly fuck it. No matter how fun that would be.

Recently the weather has been very sunny with mild winds to keep it cool. As such, there has been a cleaning frenzy going on in the village. Everyone is emptying out their homes and airing out their things. Windows and doors are all wide open as cobwebs and dust pour out into the streets. I have never more desperately needed to get away than I do now. I have taken some of my favorite books, including one I discovered had some rather graphic doodles throughout it, and made my escape. 

The forest felt warm and balmy, it was the kind of weather where I would read for a bit then pass out in the filtered sunlight. That was fine, even sleeping far away from people was better than trying to catch a nap on my own bed. Which was outside on our back porch right now as my mother cleaned.

I was nearing my spot when I noticed a few strange things. For one, there were no birds singing. Usually the birds were so obnoxious you couldn’t get them to shut up. Second, there was a strange scent in the air. A thick sort of musk and spice like expensive incense. As I came upon my spot I saw I had company. 

The massive naga was curled up in the sunshine of my little mossy nook. His long black tail was coiled around himself but his thick, muscular arm hung out over the side with his head tucked underneath it. 

I scoff and roll my eyes. “Excuse me.”

The naga doesn’t move.

“Hey!” I reach out and push him. “Wake up. This spot is reserved.”

The naga groans and his coil tightens then relaxes. “Shut the fuck up and move along.” His voice has a heavy accent to make his deep throaty growl.

I stomp my foot and shove him again. His tail plops off the mound, showing off a coppery and gold underbelly. “I don’t ask for much. Just this stupid little spot of moss. You can get comfy anywhere so why don’t you just move along and let me have my spot back?”

The naga snarls and rises from his sleeping position. He turns and looks at me, his face more snake-like than the other nagas I’ve met. He looks chiseled from onyx with melted gold running like veins all over his body. A hood snaps open around his head, showing off golden and amber markings that resemble the death masks hanging around the village gate. 

His mouth opens to show off his gold fangs and he hisses in my face.

I scowl at him. “Your breath smells like bad fish. I’ve seen scarier!”

His hood droops and he rears back. He stares at me, the gold bangles on his wrists jangles. He then leans forward again, his shimmering eyes narrowing on me.

He twists his body and comes closer to me. “I have venom, you know?” His voice is low and I suppose he’s trying to sound threatening.

“I can hit you until it kills me,” I snap back at him. 

His eyes widen and he stares long and hard at me. Our faces are inches apart. I know I should be scared, quite possibly pissing myself. But I am so fed up and frustrated with everyone and everything in the village I am willing to fight this naga who is probably ten times stronger than me and twice my size.

He sniffs around my head and I swat him away. “I’m going to start charging you if you don’t move.”

He eases back down, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “I had no idea humans had gotten so ballsy. Interesting.”

I scowl at him. “We’ve gotten entitled.”

He chuckles and his grin grows. “You’ve gotten much cuter as well.”

I pinch my brow then gawk a bit. “Excuse me?”

He rises on his tail and moves around me. “Humans always seemed too frightened and skittish. Always trying to hide and cover themselves.” He touches my hair and his cool hands caress down my arms. I sidestep him and he faces me again.

“Vitality and firey glow do wonders for a human complexion.” He grins at me again. “You look good enough to mate with.”

I blurt out a horse laugh and quickly cover my mouth. “Excuse me?” I say, trying to keep from laughing.

    “You do mate, don’t you?” He asks. “I’m not an expert on humans, but I do know you breed. I’ve heard stories that human women make the most excellent companions.” He licks his lips with his forked, purple tongue. “Rumors that they have the gateway to heaven between their thighs.”

    I keep my hand covering my mouth if only to hide the blush that is taking over my face and burning me alive.

    “It’s wet and warm and ever so soft and welcoming while also squeezing and taking everything it wants.” He hisses close to my ear. 

    I swat him away but he catches my wrist. 

    “I am much more well endowed than a human male.” He grins at me. “I can show you if you’re curious. Then you can show me yours.”

    I wrench away from him. “I’m not sure how nagas do it, but it will take much more than a huge dick to seduce me.”

    He licks his lips again. “I fully expect to earn whatever it is I want. I’m no fool.” 

    I frown at him. “Who are you anyway? Where did you even come from?”

    “Yaruth,” he says. “King Yaruth.”

    Every hair on my body stands on end.

    “I usually stay in the castle but today I was feeling particularly cooped up and stopped here to sleep for a spell.”

    I swallow and take a step back. “You mean-” I turn in the direction of the old palace and point. “The one with the four peaks?”

    “The very same.” His smile is smug and a touch alluring. 

    “Oh wow,” I whisper.

    “I’ve been meaning to visit with the nearby village for some time now. After all, I’ve been curious about humans for a long time. I’ve wanted to see what all the fuss is about.” Yaruth tilts his head to the side and his hood flares open a little bit more.

    “Looking for something warm and wet?” I tease.

    He grins. “Exactly. I think I’ve found it.”

    My face feels like it is on fire and it burns throughout my entire body. I look away from him, wondering if I should try and get away now or continue playing with fire. 

    “I’ve always been curious about the palace.” I’m jamming a fuel covered stick into an already wildfire.

    Yaruth tilts his head. “I can give you a grand tour if you like. Who knows? Maybe you’ll make yourself at home there.”

    I stiffen my back and lift my chin defiantly. “If it’s quiet and you have some good books, maybe I will.” 

    “Just know,” he smirks, “you’ll have to earn your keep if you do. I abide by no freeloaders.” He rises up, towering way over top of me. He then plucks me up off the ground and holds me in the crook of his arm. I lean back against his chest which might as well be a wall and he carries me deeper into the woods.

    The forest gets darker the deeper we go where the canopy of trees is thicker and strangles out any light that breaks through. Torches are lit along a path and there are more as we get closer. They aren’t lit by fire though, instead they seem to be lit by some sort of strange stone from inside the lanterns.

    Yaruth sets me down on the stairs of the palace as the doors open. The walls are lined with gold while the floor is smooth marble. I’m amazed by the opulence of the place and more much intricate detail is wrought into everything. The pillars are statues depicting different naga and some other creatures. Each is etched with such amazing detail I cannot take it in all at once.

    “This home.” Yaruth waves his arms out wide. “At least the beginning of it.”

    The doors behind us close and two naga take their positions again. The heavy scent of incense fills the air, as does a low hanging shroud of its smoke. As Yaruth glides along the cold marble I hang back, staring in drinking in all the art around me.

    Yaruth puts his hand on my shoulder. “Come along. You’ve got much more to see than this boring hall.”

    “Boring?” I scoff.

    Yaruth takes my hand, leading me aside. He shows me into a room where a snakehead is carved from the wall and steaming streams of water pour from its open maw. In the water there are several naga women all primping and preening in the warm water. 

    “What is this?” I ask.

    “My sisters enjoy a warm soak every afternoon.” Yaruth replies. “They are who I was running from.”

    I count at least seven sisters in the water and some of them have noticed us already. Yaruth pushes me in closer and I stand before the pool of beautiful nagas. They stare up at us with golden eyes, most of them look bored or a little pissed. 

    “You found a new pet, Yaruth?” One asks. Her hand pets up my leg. 

    “She’s cute!” Another sister gasps.

    “You can just go and kidnap human women, Yaruth, they really don’t like that.” Another sister snips.

    “If you need us to beat him up dear just give us the word and we’ll get you home before any blood is spilled.” This is met with a ring of laughter and splashing.

    “She came here of her own free will, I assure you. She threatened to fight me because I was in her spot.” Yaruth smirks.

    “Good for her!”

    Yaruth nuzzles his cheek to mine and looks at me. “My sisters can give you a nice pampering treatment if you’d like. They’ve got all sorts of oils and perfumes that will make your skin even more radiant than it is now.”

    I turn and glare at him. “What for?”

    His strong hand reaches down and squeezes my ass. “For cuddling later.”

    I look into his eyes as his sisters all reach and grab for me. They pull me down into the water and get rid of my sogging clothes. I watch Yaruth as he smirks over the pool, happily watching before he leaves me to the mercy of his sisters.

    His sisters do give a luxurious pampering while also poke and giggle at me. They all seem quite amused with my legs and others play with my hair. After getting massaged from head to toe, rubbed with oils and perfumes, I am set back out of the pool and wrapped in a cool, silken robe. Under the giant snakehead that spouts the warm water there is a door. They sisters push me through it and I topple over, falling headfirst into stack of pillows. 

    The room is warm, heated by the hot water pipe in the ceiling. It’s dimly lit by more of the glowing rocks and in the back I see Yaruth lounging. 

    “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks.

    I huff and sit up. “I was. Your sisters are all very sweet.”

    “To you maybe,” he laughs. 

    “I have all brothers. So it was nice to be around them.” I pick up a pillow and hug it. “That partly why I like my little spot in the woods. They’re all so nosy and bratty sometimes. I catch them sneaking through my things a lot and it really makes me mad.”

    Yaruth scoffs. “No wonder you were so firey when you found me.”

    “No joke,” I sigh. “The village is all close too, it makes it even harder having your own private life.”

    Yaruth’s tail stretches out and he relaxes further into the pillows. “I will give it to my sisters, they allow me to have that privacy. I do enjoy their company though. I think without them I would lose my mind. They keep me grounded, humble.”

    “That’s good.” I sit up and crawl closer to him. “Someone like you could easily get an inflated ego.”

    Yaruth grins. “Oh? And what does that mean?”

    “You’re obviously beautiful.” I reach down, petting down his tail and then touching his chest. His belly is a little soft, but there is hard muscle underneath. “Very strong. I’m assuming you’re smart but I could be swinging wildly.”

    Yaruth laughs. “Don’t ask my sisters about that.”

    I smile at him.“No promises.” 

He takes my hand and pulls me closer. He places me at his side so I am lounging in the crook of his arm. He pushes aside the robe and rubs up my bare leg.

    I bite my lip. His palm is so cool compared to the warmth of the room. “What makes you think you can touch?” I scoff.

    “You’re not fighting me.” Yaruth leans down and moans into my ear. “If you don’t want me to, tell me to stop. I want your company and to earn the pleasure of your wonderful body.” His breath is shallow and he sounds needy. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

    I remain quiet, letting his wandering hand go further up my robe and touch my hip. His strong fingers knead into the soft flesh of my thigh and ass. His fingernails are sharp but his grip is gentle enough that they feel alluring. He opens the robe and his hand journeys along my belly and between my breasts. My skin is still a bit slick from the oil his sisters massaged me with so I’m a bit dewy and glowing. His breath hitches as he continues to touch. I moan softly and he gasps. His fingers brush against my nipples which have gotten hard.

    “Ok,” I grunt and sit up, closing the robe again. “That’s enough.”

    Yaruth inches in close to me and nuzzles to my neck. “What must I do to earn more?”

    He doesn’t really have to do much more. I’m ready and willing to be pushed down and fucked like a wild animal, but I know I have to keep my wits about me. If I play this right I can get much more than a quick happy orgasm. 

    “Please,” he whispers. “Tell me.”

    I turn and look at him. “Marry me.” The words slip out and I feel a bit ridiculous saying them. He could just laugh in my face, if so I’d just laugh too.

    Yaruth looks confused for a moment then grins. “Ok. Deal.”

    Wait, what?