Haley Thistle
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Rediscover: Asav the Naga
🕑 Added 2021-02-05 20:00:03 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster
When you were young and your home was becoming too hard to live in you would run away, going to the river deep in the woods where you father was too afraid to go. You’d sit on the ban and throw flowers into the stream, sniffling and whimpering as you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t ok to cry now.
As you tossed the flowers into the water one rose up, cupped in a palm of dark skin. He smiled at you, his eyes gentle as he placed the flower in your hair. You notice sharp fangs in his smile, but you’ve seen a smile more terrifying than his. You saw no danger like you had seen before. He tells you it’s alright to cry, stroking your hair and comforting you. He promises you to always be at the river when you needed him, no matter what.
You continue to visit the river, always greeted by your new, strange friend. His slitted eyes always peering up out of the river as you run to the bank. He always places a flower in your hair and holds your hands as you tell him why you’ve run away again. You don’t think he is listening to you, but it is nice to have someone to talk to anyway.
He teaches you how to swim during the summer, and he even builds you a shelter for when it rains. He takes care of you more than even the people in your home. You know he is strange, his long body slithering through the water would scare some but not you. You know what’s really frightening.
He tells you one day that it is too cold, he says he wants to see you still but know you cannot follow him. You cry, harder than you ever have before. He holds you tight and pets your back lovingly, kissing away your tears before you two finally say your goodbyes.
Even though winter comes you go back to the river, hoping to find him waiting for you like always. But like all good things in life, he’s gone. You begin to stop visiting the river, slowly forgetting, forcing yourself to believe you had dreamed the whole thing up.
As time goes on and you grow up, you find new places to hide, new ways to escape. You run away but are always dragged back. You have forced yourself to forget the woods are a safe haven away from your father and your family. You would rather forget than face disappointment again.
One day you have no choice but to run, leaving barefoot and screaming in the rain. You hear him shouting after you and you sprint harder, forgetting the pain in your feet as you dash into the forest. You’re tired and hungry, but you somehow find the strength to run as hard as you can.
You fall into the river and scramble to get to your feet. You’re wrenched back by your arm, dragged to the bank as both of you scream and yell. Suddenly the water behind you erupts, something lunges from the river and grabs him, pulling him screaming and crying into a thick, tight coil that wraps around him, squeezing so tight he can no longer scream.
You’re sobbing and trying to claw your way back to shore. You then feel it, a gentle hand petting your hair. You look back, meeting those eyes you had convinced yourself were merely imaginary.
“You’re safe now, I always promised you that,” he wiped the rain and tears from your cheek and touches the bruise there. “He’s gone now, he won’t hurt you anymore.”
“I thought you were a dream,” you whimper as he puts his arms around you, lifting you from the cold and the mud. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
You fall asleep in his arms, feeling safe for the first time in you can’t remember when. He cradles you against his chest, keeping you out of the water as the rain stops.
When you wake up you feel warm and comfortable. You snuggle into the bed and keep your eyes closed, afraid to open them and ruin the dream. You feel a soft kiss on your cheek and then sharp fingers running through your hair.
“You must be hungry,” his gentle voice coos to you.
You wake up, rolling onto your back and looking up at him. He smiles and you return it, breathing in relief as he doesn’t disappear as you wake. You realize you are snuggled in his coil and wrapped up in a thick blanket.
He has made a home in the deepest part of a cave, but it is warm and cozy and he allows you to linger lazily as he brings you water and food. You gulp the water down eagerly and you hesitate for a moment as he offers you food. He feeds you first, placing a bite of ripe watermelon to your lips.
You eat ravenously after the first bite, realizing it feels like ages since your last full meal. He happily indulges you, feeding you as much as you want until you lay back, stated and stuffed against his long tail that hugs you.
“Make yourself at home,” he tells you. “Find your space and heal,” he pets your cheek and kisses your temple. You lean in for more, starved for more than just food. He kisses your hair and cheeks, his skin so silky smooth against your own.
“I’ll be back,” he tells you, easing into the water. “But I’ll be back if you should need me.”
You wave as he leaves and you cautiously make your way around his home. It’s not what you expected, it’s pleasantly warm and decorated. Carved wood on the walls as well as several mirrors. You notice a small dollhouse, it’s handmade and lovely, and you notice it has your name over the door.
You realize all those years ago he had been listening to every word you had said. Not only had he listened he had taken them to heart and brought them to life for you. As you move more around the cave, finding a room that had a bed in it made only of pillows and surrounded by sheer curtains. A recreation of your dream room as a child.
You begin to sob happily, feeling undeserving of such love and attention. He saved your life and was graciously giving you the one you dreamed of. You crawl into your new bed and nuzzle the pillows and relax. You feel your body actually relax and melt and you feel yourself float away.
When he returns you thank him profusely, crying again when you try to get across how grateful you are. He kisses your cheek and listens intently to every word. He then prepares your food again, eating with you this time. You nestle back against his long body, eating with your fingers.
He leaves you be, only coming to you when you call for him. You’re able to lay in your room and be alone when you need but you begin to reach for him more and more. You lean into his hugs and nuzzle to his kisses.
One night you wake up screaming and he holds your hands as he coaxes you from the panic. He cups your cheeks and meets your eyes.
“Breathe, breathe,” he whispers. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
You nod, catching your breath and touching his neck and petting up his hood, gently nuzzling his cheek before you kiss him. He lets you move first, touching you as you press closer and bring him down into the bed with you. You wrap your arms around him and beg for more kisses, deeper kisses.
He obliges, pressing long kisses to your lips, licking his dark tongue over your lips and down your neck, tasting the salt on your skin.
You pull up your nightgown and expose yourself to him. Your cheeks burn as he looks over you, the slit of his eyes widening to almost all black. He touches you slowly, the smooth, cool skin of his palms feels so good on your body. You whimper softly and he pulls back.
“No,” you grasp his hand and pull it back. “That’s a good sound,” you make him touch you again and you smile for him.
He smiles back and kisses you, gladly petting your body more. He strokes your thighs and sighs longingly.
“What?” You ask petting his face.
“It’s so warm here,” he hisses. “It feels so good.”
You bite your lip and open your thighs for him. “If it’s you, it’s ok,” you guide his hand, letting his cool skin touch your heated flesh.
His mouth opens and a soft moan escapes, you grin as his touches linger and press pleasingly against you. You gasp and shudder, his fingers pressing inside you.
“So hot…and wet,” he’s almost salivating at the sensation.
“Because you…you keep touching it,” you manage to whimper out.
He looks at you in surprise but continues to move his fingers, making you writhe against the bed.
“You look beautiful when you do that,” he whispers to you.
You kiss him, holding his tightly as your body convulses, his gentle touch pulling something so deep and strong from inside you. You cry into his mouth, gasping pleasured thanks as his fingers slowly leave you.
He licks his fingers clean as you watch, his tongue flicking out and not leaving a drop.
“I enjoyed that, do it again,” he growls.
Your eyes widen and you blush deeply. “Wait,” you giggle shyly. “Did you really enjoy that?”
He smiles, kissing your neck and gently nipping at your breast. “You looked so happy,” he replied. “You feel so good.”
You sigh and nod, “please…I want you.”
He takes your hand, placing it at a strange flap just below his stomach. It opens and you feel something press against your palm. You rub your hand over it, bringing it out more. It’s long and slick, thicker around the base than the head that was flat and spread out. You blush, sitting up and kissing it to hear him moan.
He pets your cheek, watching you as you take it into your mouth and suckle, pulling back as he pants. You giggle, looking up at him.
“I want you too,” he murmurs as he picks you up and sets you in his lap.
You smile up at him, kissing him as you slowly ease yourself down upon him. He reacts strongly, gasping out loudly and crying your name.
“It’s so hot,” he whimpers, his hands petting down your back.
You look down between you, watching as he fits snuggly inside you. “You feel good too,” you say and rock your hips.
He grasps your hips, grinding you down onto him. You moan, guiding his thumb to rub the sensitive bud at the top of your folds which urges you to move more. He makes more noise than you, panting and crying your name more. He whispers praises to you between impassioned moans.
His works make you move faster, harder, bouncing against him as you hold his hands for balance. His eyes never leave you, he’s always looking at you and admiring you. You meet his gaze as another orgasm builds, your body trembling so he has to hold you close, moving his hips up and into you, pressing deep and hard as you cry against his neck and grip onto his chest.
You feel something move inside you, cool and thick. It oozes out along his shaft and you look up at him, seeing the sated and pleased look on his face. He kisses you, moving his hips slowly, more of the liquid oozing out and then he quickly pulls out, making you whimper at the sensation.
“Not now,” he whispers. “But…maybe soon.” He kisses you cheek as you lay limp on his chest.
“Soon what?” you murmur.
“What mates do,” he lays with you, kissing your hair and temple.
You bite back a smile and kiss his chest, petting his smooth skin and scales as you relax and cool against him. “What do…mates do?”
He looks at you and nuzzles against your hair. “Next time, as you ride me, I’ll stuff you full and open you up, releasing my eggs inside you.”
You gasp softly and hide your face. “Later maybe,” you say.
He chuckles and pets your hair, cradling you against his chest as you two continue to babble on until you ask him to fuck you again. You continue this all night, fucking and kissing and lovingly talking to one another until you’re both too exhausted to move.
