It was well-known in the village that one should not go into the jungle. The small area around the lived-in clearing was safe, protected by the sheer number of inhabitants, and by the watch-fires that were kept continuously burning. But beyond, in the deep dark depths of the jungle, danger awaited.
Mari knew this, but he also knew that his sister was ill, and the only way she could survive was with medicine made from the bark of a particular tree that grew only deep within the jungle. He knew he would have to risk the danger, and risk it he did.
He left the village at dawn, wanting an entire day’s worth of light to guide him through the jungle. But once he reached a certain depth, it made little difference. The sheer thickness of the boughs overhead left the jungle floor frighteningly dark. Mari crept along it cautiously, clad in a loincloth, clutching a spear.
It took him a mere two hours to find the proper tree. Carefully he took his spear and began to strip the bark. A sound made him pause however.
A deep, sibilant hiss spread through the air around him. He spun wildly, looking for its source, but there was none. The hiss seemed to fill the air, surrounding him on all sides.
A sudden coldness at his ankle made him look down, only to discover the end of a thick, muscled tail wound around his leg. He reached down, trying to pry it away, but it wound only tighter, and suddenly he felt the coolness on his shoulder as well. By the time he stood up, he was already lost. The coils wound about him, restraining his limbs, keeping him immobile. One twisted his wrist, causing him to drop his spear. He struggled and pulled against them, but it was no use.
Then he saw it, at the end of the coils that wound about him: the head and torso of a man, looking at him with cold cruelty. Dark black hair trailed down the bronze, muscled shoulders. Golden eyes with slit pupils peered out at him from a sharp, handsome face. It smiled, flicking a forked tongue out of its mouth.
Mari cried out in shock and horror; he had only ever heard tales of the naga, never seen one himself. He struggled more heartily against the coils, but they only tightened further. They crushed his lungs, squeezing the breath from him.
Mari saw that the naga only required the tail end of his coils to restrain him. Below his torso, a length of the long muscle remained free, and the naga used this to slowly circle Mari, looking at him from all angles.
He came to rest behind Mari, pressing their torsos flush against each other. The coils obligingly shifted to allow the naga access to Mari’s skin. He felt the forked tongue spill out of the snake’s mouth and flutter against his neck, almost tickling. The coils spread apart on his body, one still crushing his lungs, another sliding down to his thighs. One of his legs was freed for the barest moment, before another coil took it up. The naga’s muscles flexed, and Mari’s legs were pulled apart.
Again he felt the naga’s torso behind him, but this time there was something large and firm pressed against his buttocks. Mari craned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening to him. Just below the torso, where it would be on a regular man, a fierce-looking erection pierced through the naga’s scales, pressing against his buttocks. Mari cried out in fear, but as the breath left his lungs, the coils tightened and did not allow him to inhale again. He choked desperately, gasping for air.
And as he gasped, he monster’s erection slid inside him, pushing with some difficulty into his anus. Mari tried desperately to inhale, but his lungs were constricted and he could get no more than the barest gasp.
The naga began to thrust into him with slow, liquid movements. The snake was all patience, no rush in his movements. Mari’s anus burned at the slow withdrawal of the penis, all the way to the tip, before it began its slow, agonizing return, pressing into him with powerful, inevitable force. He gasped further and the coils tightened again. Mari saw stars, and blackness began to encroach on his vision.
The naga was still fucking him slowly, brutally, when the darkness finally enveloped him. Mari could only thank heaven that he would be unconscious when the naga finally devoured him whole.