Naga Boyfriend Halil (complete)

    The cave at the edge of the woods is like a large open mouth. The rocks that come from the ground and the ceiling are harsh, jagged teeth. They’re extended outward as if they are eager to rip into you and devour you.

    It has been known for a long time now that a beast lives in that cave and your elders have chosen to offer sacrifices to the beast. You have been chosen as this sacrifice.

    They’ve taken you out into the woods and tied you to a post just outside the cave. Around your feet, they’ve left baskets or fruit and vegetables as well as some bread. You hate how much they’ve adorned you like feast when all the while they told you how awful they felt.

    “They don’t feel awful,” you think. “They feel safe. As soon as I am gone then so is their guilt.”

    You slouch in your bonds, waiting for the beast to come and rip you to shreds. You kick over one of the baskets and the fruit inside spills out. Some roll into the mouth of the cave. You lean back, keeping your eyes cast to the ground.

    You then hear the sound of chewing. You glance up to the cave, seeing a shadow moving from within. You stand in attention and hold your breath as the beast emerges.

    Your eyes widen when you see the naga coming towards the mouth of the cave. He blinks a few times in the bright light, his wide, dark eyes unused to the sun. He is pitch black all over, but his body is decorated with gold markings. He looks like midnight made flesh.

    In his hand, he has a pear and is chewing it slowly as he looks at you. His head tilts one way, and the tips of his ears twitch. He takes another bite of the pear and then he inches out into the sun. The gold on his scales glitters brilliantly. He bends over, picking up the other pears on the ground.

    He glances up at you, carting an armful of pears, and he turns around going back into the cave.

    You stare in shock as he vanishes back into the shadows without saying a word. Your mouth opens, and you gasp.

    “Hey, wait!” You call out. “Aren’t you…” you hesitate. What are you supposed to say? Hey, come eat me, I’m the real sacrifice, not the pears? But then, you either let this Naga eat you or you stay tethered to the poll forever.

    A moment later the Naga peeks back out of the cave. He holds a sword in his hand, and you flinch. He approaches you, lifting one hand towards you. He whispers softly as you, bringing the sword down on the ropes.

    The Naga takes your hand and touches your wrists where the ropes had dug into your arms. He shakes his head and looks to you.

    “You are not hurt?” He asks.

    You swallow and fidget in place. “No,” you whimper.

    The Naga pats the top of your head. “There, there,” he says.

    You frown at this awkward gesture.

    The Naga then takes your hand. “Come inside with me.”

    “Uh-” you look around, wondering if you can make a run for it before he drags you into his den to eat you.

    “Pick up one of those baskets,” he says as he takes one with vegetables in it. “I don’t much like bread, but if you enjoy it, bring it with you.”

    You furrow your brow at him. “Why?”

    He tilts his head. “You’ve been here for a long time, right? Then you must be hungry. Bring the food so you can eat and rest with me.”

    You take the basket full of bread. “You aren’t going to eat me?”

    The naga grimaces. “Oh. No!” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Humans are not good meat.” He then leads you into the cave. It’s dark at first, but the deeper in you go, the more light there is. He has torches on the wall as well as candles whose wax has melted down the walls and onto the floor.

    Deep inside the cave, there is a wide, open cavern filled with a golden glow. The walls are made completely out of gold. Your jaw drops as you gaze at the splendor of it.

    The naga looks at you then around his home. “Do you like it?”

    “I uhm-” you blink furiously as you take it all in. “It’s amazing.”

    He takes the basket of bread from you. “I am Halil,” he tells you with a quiet voice. He touches your cheek and brushes one of your long dreadlocks from your face. “And I will take care of you from now on.”

    You swallow back the lump growing in your throat. You look into Halil’s eyes, realizing they aren’t black, but deep dark brown. 

    “Why-” you swallow again. “Why would you do that?”

    He tilts his head. “Because you are my bride.”

    You gasp and then cover your mouth with your hand. “What?” You shake your head. “No. I was-” you stop yourself again.

    Halil cups your cheek in his smooth palm. “You’re lovely,” he says. “You will make the perfect bride.” His thumb brushes against your lips. “But do not worry. I do not take. I plan to earn your trust before we do anything.”

    Relief floods you, and you allow your shoulders to slouch. “Oh,” you whisper. “I’m uhm...I’m not really sure what to say. This is all a surprise.”

    Halil smiles at you, his eyes brightening ever so slightly as he looks at you. “You can tell me anything you desire,” he says. “I can get it for you.”

    “You really don’t have to,” you murmur.

    Halil clasps both your hands in his. “I do mean it. Anything. What I have is yours.”

    You return his smile and nod. “I am kind of thirsty,” you murmur.

    “Then take a seat here.” he places you on an extremely soft cushion. “What do you want to drink?”

“Oh, uhm-” you’re already starting to melt into the comfortable seat. “Just water.”

Halil gives you a sharp nod, and he moves away from you. His long black tail flicks as he slithers down into the cave, going into a crevice. He emerges later, clasping a golden chalice in his fist. It’s dripping, and when he hands it to you, it feels ice cold.

The water inside is so clear and lovely. The taste of it is crisp and wonderful. You sigh deeply after taking a long drink. “Thank you, this is wonderful.”

Halil tilts his head, watching you as you drink from the cup. He eases down, resting his head on your knee as you sit back. “Is there anything else?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No. Really,” you smile, “you don’t need to do anything for me. I thought I was going to die today?”

Halil’s eyes go wide, and his head perks up. “Why did you think you would die?”

You frown and glance away. “The elders chose me as a sacrifice,” you reply. “I thought that you were going to eat me or something.”

Halil grimaces. “That explains it,” he mutters.

“Because they always left animals, but this year, because of the drought, they thought offering up someone like me would-” you look away with a sour taste in your mouth.

“No,” Halil touches your hand. “I rarely eat meat. The animals who were left here before were all given away. And you,” he sighs as his long fingers squeezing around yours. “You were left for me but not for the reason I assumed.”

He touches your cheek again. “Do you wish to go home then?”

You look back at Halil and shake your head. “I was alone in the village,” you confess. “And if they were willing to sacrifice me then they have no qualms for other things.”

Halil’s expression is soft and understanding. “Then, you can stay here.”

“I won’t be in your way?” You ask,

“It is only me here,” he replies. “I do not see how you would get in my way.”

You smile up at Halil. “I don’t know where else I would go. So this may be the safest place for me.”

Halil leans in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Then all that is mine will belong to you,” he says. “Ask for everything, and I will give it.”

“I don’t need everything,” you say. “You’ve done enough as it is taking me in.”

As the days go by you carve out a spot for yourself in Halil’s golden cave. He’s given you a room and has filled it with pillows and blankets for you. You’re not quite sure what to do with yourself in those first days, so you mainly sat alone or wandered about. 

Halil’s cave is filled with different rooms and caverns that go deeper into the cave. One room is a lake filled with ice cold water. Then another room is filled with steam and hot water. There is a room filled with gemstones. Another room is stuffed with fabrics and clothes. 

You’re not sure where all this comes from or how it is possible, you fear questioning it will make the dream end.

You spend a lot of time with Halil, getting to know him as much as he’s getting to know you. He sleeps a lot, often not rising until the cave warms. He spends much of his time in the room full of steam and hot water. 

    “You should come with me,” he offers. “Come bathe in the hot waters and relax with me. We can talk and enjoy ourselves together.”

    Your face burns as he says this. You would like to join him, but inside the hot room, you would have to be naked. 

    Halil tilts his head towards you. “The steam is thick,” he replies. “But if I promise not to look, will you feel comfortable?”

    You turn to Halil and give him a smile. “Ok,” you agree. “But only if you promise.”

    Halil nods, and he takes your hand. He goes into the hot room first while you disrobe. You take your clothes, hanging them near the entrance. Looking down at yourself, you really hope Halil doesn’t peak. You have dark skin, and you’re quite plump with wide hips and a big rear. Halil is quite lean and his body his hard. You’re all soft. 

    “My eyes are closed,” Halil says from inside. “You can come in.”

    You keep your arm across your chest as you step into the room full of steam. You see Halil, and his hand is extended out. He keeps his head down, and his eyes are closed. 

    You take Halil’s hand as he helps you into the pool of steaming water. You sigh and relax into the warmth.

    “Oh wow, this is amazing,” you sigh.

    Halil’s tail brushes against your leg, and for a moment a dark thought enters your mind. You look at Halil, seeing his strong body. His tapered waist and big hands. You wonder how he would touch you as a husband.

    You touch his tail under the water and Halil makes a small noise in his throat. He keeps his eyes closed even as your hand pets further. Your palm lays on his side and his lips part.

    “What’s wrong?” Halil asks.

    You inch closer to him, your fingers tracing the gold markings on his body. “I’m just...touching,” you murmur. “Is that ok?”

    “I uhm...yeah,” he whispers. Halil keeps his eyes shut tight. 

    You stroke up his chest with one hand, while one palm remains on his stomach. His belly flutters and you smile to yourself. 

    “Bend down a bit,” you tell him.

    Halil does as you command and you place a kiss on his lips. He flinches at first, but then he leans in, pressing into your kiss. You take his hand, placing them on your body. He whimpers softly, and he places himself over top of you. His chest is smashed against yours while his hands roam your body.

    “I need to see,” Halil whisper urgently. “Please, let me open my eyes.”

    You’re anxious, but you agree. “You may,” you whisper to him.

    His eyes open wide and burn gold in color. He looks down at you, and his mouth opens. His hands tremble as he touches you.

    “Oh my,” he whispers. He kneels down, pressing his lips to your neck, your shoulder. He moans softly as his kisses trail further down. 

    “Wait,” you gasp, sitting up in the water.

    Halil sits up, gazing at you. “What is it?”

    You sit up out of the water and place yourself on the rocks. You then pull Halil close again, kissing him as his hands wind down your body. His tongue is long and slick, and he has a strange, sweet taste. 

    Halil moans softly and as he pulls back, so see two glossy heads sticking out of the water. You stare at them, and Halil arches his hips to show you his cocks.

    “Sorry,” he whispers. “I got...I got excited,” he chuckles.

    “It’s ok,” you murmur. You reach out, taking one cock in each hand. The tips are gold and bleed down into stripes that melt with the black. They’re both curved with the underbelly bulging outward. They’re also oozing a slippery, glittery substance that makes stroking them easier. 

    Halil brushes his fingers against your breasts, and you mewl. Your nipples are hard and thick, and the slightest touch makes you realize how sensitive you are.

    “Are you excited too?” Halil pants.

    You nod, murmur as you gaze at his cocks. “Yeah,” you look up into his eyes. “How could I not be?”

    Halil licks his lips. “If we mate now, then we are wed.” He swallows and takes a breath. “Are you ok with that?”

    You nod and stand up. “I am.”

    Halil pulls you into his arms, holding you, so you’re flush against him. You kiss, moaning softly. One of his cocks presses for entrance. It eases in and you whimper, holding onto Halil’s chest as he impales you upon him. He grunts and shivers. His eyes flash bright gold again as he fits snuggly inside you. The second cock rubs against your ass and thighs. 

    Halil moves you, bouncing you up and down on himself. You gasp and shudder, never having something so big before. He takes up every inch of you, filling you, and making you feel pleasantly stuffed.

“Halil,” you mewl.

“Are you ok?” He pants. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head. “You feel so good.” You kiss his neck and chest, moaning for him as he starts to thrust upwards into you. 

His tail thrashes, sloshing water everywhere and making the hot pool splash and swirl. He grunts and moans. His sharp fingers dig into your hips. His second cock ruts against you. As it rubs against your thigh, it spurts that viscous, slippery fluid. 

Halil snarls, bucking his hips a little harder up into you. He snarls and lets out a long, powerful moan. He stills for a moment as he throbs inside you. His cock twitches and then he thrusts his hips again. With a snarl and a hiss, he drives back inside you.

You whimper and gasp, feeling the heat in your core start to flood throughout your body. You cling to Halil. “I’m close,” you mewl to him.

Halil clutches you, grunting and sighing. “Me too,” he snarls into your ear. 

You kiss him, and inside he surges. His seed spills inside, and you moan into his mouth. The heat from your core wraps around you, dragging you down and then making your mind turn blank. His second cock releases, gushing along your thighs and back.

Halil pants and moans, carrying you to your room. He lays you down then curls himself around you. His tail is around your waist and legs as he relaxes beside you.

“My wife,” she whispers, brushing his hand along your belly.

Your cheeks burn. “Am I?” You whisper.

Halil smiles at you, peppering your cheeks with kisses. “Very much so. I am so pleased.” He nuzzles to your neck. 

“Are you?” You whisper.

Halil frowns and purses his lips. “I have a beautiful, warm, soft creature in my arms, one that I have just poured all my love into, and you do not believe me?”

You duck your head. “Well, it’s just-”

Halil captures a kiss. “My wife will know how beautiful she is. No matter what.”

You smile at him. “My husband will know how handsome he is. No matter what.”

Halil pushes you deeper down into your bed, kissing you and squeezing you tight. “All I need to know is if you are with me. I will do anything in my power for you.”

You touch his cheek and smile. “Just stay beside me. That’s all.”

“Then I am yours,” Halil whispers. “Now. Tomorrow. A year from now and forever.” He kisses you and presses his forehead to yours. 

“My vow is the same,” you whisper. “Always.”

Halil tucks you in, leaving for a moment to fetch you food and something to drink. You lay in the sheets, for the first time enjoying being naked and excited for Halil to come back and see you that way.