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Sure enough, Chanhee does make himself known around him often after that.
Sometimes he really does pop in just to eat Kevin’s delicious food and other times he stays and gives him quite a bit more, a repeat of their first encounter.
Something’s different this time, however. Chanhee has a devilish little grin on his face as he corners Kevin against the door, tail flicking behind him in excitement.
“Darling,” Chanhee starts, voice nothing more than a drawl. He almost sounds bored except that Kevin can see it in his eyes that he’s very intrigued. “I have a question for you.”
Kevin whimpers as Chanhee’s claws rake over his body, one tracing easy circles around his tummy. “I have this friend of mine who would very much like to join me one day,” Chanhee whispers, eyes drawn to where his hand rests over Kevin’s lower torso. He squirms, unsure of why it’s making him feel things, if it’s Chanhee’s voice or his intensity.
“J-join you? What do you— ah— mean?” Kevin stutters, voice breaking into a moan as Chanhee cups his hand over his pussy through his clothes.
(Sometimes he wonders if it would be easier for everyone if he wore a dress. Easy access for Chanhee to get his fingers in him, and maybe he wouldn’t have half of his clothing in shreds after each of their meetings.)
“Why, he wants to join me with you, of course,” Chanhee hums, pressing a finger over his slit. “I talk about you a lot and apparently I’ve piqued… Interest.”
Kevin moans, head hitting the door with a thunk. There’s something undeniably sexy about Chanhee talking about him to other people, Chanhee telling his friends about Kevin’s sweet little pussy.
“You talk about me?” he whines, back arching at the tell-tale sound of fabric ripping. Chanhee’s fingers dip inside of him, bury deep inside his tight little cunt and curl, urging sweet moans from his lips.
“Of course I do, darling,” Chanhee coos, gripping Kevin’s jaw with his free hand. The bruises from their last endeavor linger still, the ghost of Chanhee’s hand inked into his flesh. “I love to tell them how sweet you are for me, how desperate you always are.”
The words are a dig at how he’s grinding down on Chanhee’s hand already, mouth open around endless streams of moans and gasps as Chanhee’s thumb circles his clit. He knows he’s desperate, knows he looks like a whore— but he is.
“So what do you say, hmm? Would you let me bring my friend next time?” Chanhee whispers, no doubt feeling the way he’s clenching down around his fingers as he nears orgasm.
Shit— he wants it so bad. Wants Chanhee to bring his friends, wants to get fucked so badly.
“Please, please,” Kevin cries, sobbing as Chanhee tucks a third clawed finger inside of him. The stretch and burn are maddening, making him cry out as Chanhee fucks his fingers in faster, harder. “Wanna cum, can I? Please, Master—”
“How sweet of you to ask,” Chanhee laughs, thumbing at Kevin’s clit. “You can cum, darling.”
Kevin sobs as his cunt clenches down on Chanhee’s fingers, legs shaking where he’s held up against the door. He’s making a mess, absolutely dripping wet as Chanhee’s fingers slide out of him with a wet squelch, hands turning him around and pressing him against the wall.
His fingers grasp hopelessly at the door as Chanhee pulls his hips out at a better angle and buries himself deep in Kevin’s still spasming walls in one smooth thrust.
“He would fill you up so nicely, darling,” Chanhee murmurs against his ear, pointed teeth teasing at his skin. “You would look so pretty in his lap.”
“Wan’ it,” Kevin slurs. “Wan’ you to think I’m pretty.”
Kevin’s mumbled words break off in a moan as Chanhee starts thrusting into him, hands pressed against the small of his back. He’s practically being forced against the door, cheek dragging harshly along the wood as his body is jolted with each thrust.
“I’ll think you’re extra pretty when I see you stuffed full,” Chanhee promises, claws tracing up over Kevin’s back. “You always do look prettiest when you’re dripping cum..”
He whines, thighs shaking as Chanhee drills into him relentlessly, lips trailing over his shoulders and back in mocking kisses. This is going to be over soon for the both of them, Chanhee thinking about Kevin spread out for him and his friend pushing him closer to the edge.
Chanhee’s claws dig into the flesh of his ass, spreading his cheeks wide as he fucks into him harshly. A teasing graze of something across his hole has him shuddering, loud moan spilling out as Chanhee’s hands stay where they’re at. His tail flicks over his hole again, threatening to push in where he’s tight and untouched.
“Bet you could take it all,” Chanhee mumbles to himself, hips losing their rhythm.
It doesn’t take long after that for Chanhee to force him flat against the door and fuck him until he cums, filling Kevin up past the brim as his cunt tightens up. It’s their shortest session by far but Kevin still can’t feel his legs as he struggles to support himself after Chanhee pulls out.
“I can’t wait to bring Jacob with me..” Chanhee muses, finger trailing through some of the cum leaking out of Kevin’s pussy and smearing it between his cheeks. “I’ll see you soon, pretty.”
Kevin barely even flinches as Chanhee vanishes with a flash, just pushes himself off the wall and stumbles like a newborn deer into his bathroom.
He has absolutely zero idea what he’s just gotten himself into.
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One minute, Kevin is dropping himself down onto his couch with a soda in hand and the next thing he knows, he’s falling over and staring at something that is obviously not his apartment.
He blinks up at the walls of rock rising above him, takes in the sight of the high ceiling, also rock, and the little lake of water nestled into the ground. He has no fucking idea where he’s at.
Chanhee materializes next to him, staring down at him with a strange expression on his face.
“Where the hell are we?” Kevin gripes, climbing to his feet on shaky legs. There’s nothing else in the cavern and he doesn’t even see a way in, just the dark and damp walls caging him in. It makes him nervous in a weird way.
Chanhee laughs, curling his fingers around Kevin’s jaw and thumbing over his parted lips. “I told you I was going to bring a friend, hmm? Well, I may have lied a bit… I had to bring you to him, sorry about the confusion.”
Kevin looks around, confusion written in his expression. He doesn’t exactly know what Chanhee means, but he figures he’s going to find out soon enough.
“Oh,” he says simply, cheeks flushing. “Where is your friend?”
Chanhee doesn’t respond, just maintains his hold on Kevin’s chin as the reservoir of water in the corner of the cave starts to ripple. Kevin watches with wide, uncertain eyes as something emerges from the water’s surface, however he loses his chance to catch a glimpse because of Chanhee.
Specifically Chanhee thrusting something into his hands, urging Kevin’s eyes downwards.
In his hands, there now sits a dress; fabric rumpled and messy from being balled up. His cheeks flush hotter with the reminder that Chanhee can hear his thoughts and he clearly picked up on Kevin’s brief moment of degeneracy in regards to his clothing.
“Put it on, darling,” Chanhee coos, although his voice leaves little room for interpretation. Not that he would want to ignore it anyways. “You’ll look really pretty in it.”
Kevin flushes even harder, fingers plucking at the fabric of the dress. “O-okay,” he mumbles, moving to shuck his own ratty lounge clothes and let the dress hang softly over his thin frame.
“Gorgeous,” Chanhee praises, a single claw trailing over the skin over his collarbones that has been exposed from the neckline. “Are you going to be good, darling?”
His breathing staggers as he nods, Chanhee finally letting go of the grip on his chin and turning Kevin around fully.
Now, with Chanhee plastered against his back, Kevin watches with wide eyes as a man emerges from the water—
Nope, not a man. The further the man’s torso rises out of the rippling surface, the less human they appear. The scales start somewhere at pelvis level, covering everything below it in the pretty bluish green, but the skin above it is left untouched aside from a few patches.
The man grins at him, devilishly handsome even with the rows of razor sharp teeth shining in the dark lighting, and Kevin feels his knees get weak. And as if that wasn’t enough, the newcomer fully rises out of the water and Kevin’s eyes fall on the long, extremely long, coiled tail propelling him forward.
Oh fuck.
Chanhee’s friend is a naga.
He whimpers in anticipation as the naga inches closer, the scent of the ocean growing with each trembling minute that ticks by.
“Hello,” the naga speaks, voice sharp and biting but not unkind. “I see that Chanhee has brought you to me… How exciting.”
There’s an almost unnatural way the words roll off of the naga’s forked tongue, the ‘s’ sound drawn out and venomous like a hiss. It pushes a sliver of fear through his body as he stands there, exposed and vulnerable like a prey animal with only Chanhee’s hands on his body for relief.
“You’re going to love him, Jacob, he’s so sweet,” Chanhee murmurs, sliding his clawed hands up underneath Kevin’s loose-fitting dress. It leaves his body open and revealed for the naga’s viewing, eyes narrowing in on the sight between his thighs.
Kevin whines as one of Chanhee’s fingers dips between his legs, trailing feather-light over his slit while Jacob watches. He’s never felt like this before, so open and ready for whatever may happen, so excited for the unknown.
It’s as Jacob comes closer, close enough to touch, that Kevin notices the slit on his lower torso is opening, not one but two cocks emerging from beneath.
“Oh fuck,” Kevin whimpers, eyes rolling back in his head as Chanhee gets his fingers wet with Kevin’s slick. He can’t even swallow down the long, drawn out whine that escapes when Chanhee’s slick fingers move back and press between his cheeks, the tip of a clawed finger pressing against the tight muscle. “Chanhee—”
“Hush, darling, gotta get you ready for him. Don’t you wanna see how good it will make you feel?” Chanhee teases, pushing the first finger in knuckle deep. He gasps, hands clutching at Chanhee’s free arm wrapped around his waist and pushes back against the intrusion. It’s foreign but it doesn’t feel bad— in fact, it feels overwhelmingly good.
And truthfully, he does want to know what it would feel like to take Jacob for a ride. It’s obvious that the naga wants it as well, cocks hard and ready for Kevin.
“You’re right, Chanhee,” the naga speaks up, a mysterious smile on his face. “I think he’ll be perfect for me…”
Kevin can’t help but wonder what he’s missing, what they are talking about— he feels like he’s out of the loop. But he never gets time to ask, Chanhee pushing in second finger and spreading them wide, scissoring him open for Jacob’s cocks.
Looking at the imposing size of them, Kevin can’t help but wonder how he’s going to be able to handle it. He’s determined, though, and shortly after Chanhee loosens him up on three fingers, he’s squirming away and stepping just a bit closer to Jacob.
“You’re lovely,” the naga grins, relaxing back with only the tip of his tail remaining in the water. “Perfect little one.”
Hands reach out and grip onto his skin, the naga’s nails razor sharp but not as pointed and claw-like as Chanhee’s. It’s different and it sends a different level of fear rippling through his body as Jacob runs his hands playfully over his skin.
“Think you can take me, little one?” Jacob hums, not mocking— just wondering. As if he’s curious, as if there’s a reason he wouldn’t be able to.
“I want to try,” Kevin assures, allowing himself to be pulled into Jacob’s arms. He’s basically straddling the upper portion of Jacob’s tail, nearly where he would be sitting in a human’s lap, and he’s comfortable.
The naga grins at his answer, eyes flashing in the dim lighting. “I can make it easier for you if you struggle.”
The confusion must read on his face because Jacob rushes to explain himself. “My venom acts as a.. relaxer of sorts. An aphrodisiac, even. If you want it.”
Kevin blinks, running his hands over Jacob’s well defined torso. His cunt is still wet and dripping, slick pooling on the naga’s scales underneath him— he’s not sure he’ll be relying on Jacob for comfort.
He reaches down between them and trails his fingers over the tip of one of Jacob’s cocks, swiping at the precum beading there. With a sweet little grin betraying his faux innocence, he slips his finger between his lips and moans softly at the taste that explodes on his tongue.
Jacob’s hands settle at his waist and urge him forward, cocks rubbing against his clit as he rocks his hips.
“Come on, little one,” the naga coos, Kevin’s wetness covering his cocks as they move together. He startles suddenly as extra hands find their way onto his body until he remembers Chanhee is still there, no longer watching and waiting as a bystander.
Kevin is urged onto his knees, one of the naga’s cocks dragging over his cunt and rubbing against his hole. “Fuck,” Kevin whines, the obvious size of Jacob pressed against him making his head feel floaty.
Chanhee’s hands dip between his legs and spread the wetness there over Jacob’s other cock, getting him ready for what’s soon to come. And soon it is, as Kevin is guided over Jacob’s cocks and the heads rest against his holes.
“Please,” Kevin whimpers, body shaking at the feeling. “Want it—”
Jacob smirks, sharp teeth on display as he fits his hands around Kevin’s waist and forces him down.
Kevin’s mouth falls open in a silent scream, fingers scrambling at Jacob’s chest as he’s split open from both cocks. He’s forced further down, pussy clenching wildly and out of control as his ass burns, a delicious sting that has him blinking back tears in seconds.
“Good, good,” Jacob hisses, nails digging into his skin. It feels like hours before Kevin settles over Jacob’s lower body, stretched beyond belief and letting out low, wheezing gasps from the feeling. “That’s it, little one. Take it.”
His thighs shake as Jacob urges him into a slow grind, cunt squeezing Jacob’s cock relentlessly.
“I’m so full,” Kevin gasps, mind feeling floaty already the longer he sits there unmoving.
“You look stunning, darling,” Chanhee praises from beside them, eyes fixated on where Kevin’s so obviously stretched beyond belief.
Jacob eventually grows tired of waiting and forces the slow roll of Kevin’s hips into determined bounces, forces him up and off his cocks in quick little thrusts. He cries out, scrambling for purchase as he’s forced to take the obscenely large cocks over and over, pussy stretched so sweetly around it.
“Perfect,” the naga grits out, practically slamming Kevin’s tiny body onto his cocks over and over again. It’s too much, way too much as Jacob fills him up full.
He reaches down, gets a thumb on his clit and shakes his way through an orgasm, cunt clamping down on Jacob’s cock. It also causes his rim to clench down on the other cock in his ass, squeezing so tightly around Jacob that he can’t even think.
Chanhee’s hands reach his body again as he comes down from his orgasm, body relaxed and ready for more. Kevin moans weakly as fingers creep over to where his pussy is stuffed full of cock and he nearly screams as Chanhee pushes a finger in beside the naga’s cock.
“Relax, darling, you can take it,” Chanhee whispers, fucking his finger in harshly as Jacob forces his body down on a rough thrust.
He feels like nothing more than a toy, nothing more than a tight little body for Jacob to use as he pleases, and yet he can’t help but love it. Loves it even more when Chanhee squeezes in a second finger in his dripping cunt, forcing him to open up for more.
Kevin sobs, legs shaking as he’s stretched beyond what he thought he could take, walls clamping down on Chanhee’s fingers in a vice grip. He doesn’t even know why he’s being stretched so much, doesn’t know why Chanhee’s fingers are slipping away from him after forcing him open—
And then he’s left empty, Jacob lifting him up and off his cocks without a care in the world for the way Kevin is whimpering, pussy clenching down on nothing the second he’s free.
“No, no, no— why’d you stop?” Kevin slurs, tear tracks on his face.
They both laugh at him, Jacob’s grip on his waist tightening until blood pools under his fingertips as his skin splits.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll be full again soon…” Chanhee coos, helping Jacob line Kevin’s dripping hole over his cocks.
The first graze of Jacob’s cocks against his pussy has him sobbing, desperate to be full again. The second time, it’s met with more persistence, Chanhee’s hands holding him steady. The third time, Kevin’s voice breaks on a scream as he’s forced onto Jacob’s cocks without a care in the world.
Holy fuck, holy shit— he’s going to split in half. He shakes in their grasp, entire body trembling from the force of the naga splitting him open. His cunt spasms, his body trying pathetically to force the intrusion out, but all it does is make Jacob moan and force him down further.
By the time he’s seated once again at the hilt, he’s limp from the deliriously painful pleasure, drool on his chin because he can’t even close his mouth.
“You take it so well… Going to be such a perfect carrier for me, hmm?” Jacob praises, thumbing at Kevin’s lips. He doesn't know what this means, what that means for him, but he doesn’t have it in him to care. Instead, he just takes Jacob’s thumb into his mouth, sucking at the digit lazily as his pussy spasms around the cocks stuffing him full.
He starts to feel weird soon after, a weird pulsing from Jacob’s cocks inside of him and he moans in delirium at the feeling.
It feels like Jacob’s cock is growing, swelling inside of him and forcing him deeper and stretching him impossibly wider.
“Wha- what is that?” Kevin whimpers as something pushes inside of him and lodges itself in deep. “Jacob—Jake, wha—”
“Hush, little one,” Jacob coos, the same sensation happening again. “It’s just my eggs.”
Kevin moans at the words, weakly struggling against the hold Jacob has over him. “It’s not— it’s not g-gonna fit, Jake, please—”
The naga just hushes him again, pressing his fingers into Kevin’s mouth and keeping him quiet. “You’re taking it so well, just a little more, little one,” Jacob promises, groaning softly as another egg pushes through.
It seems like forever before the last one forces its way inside of Kevin’s pulsing walls, a hot rush of cum filling him afterwards. He whines around the naga’s fingers, body trembling nearly endlessly as it seems to continue on for ages.
“All done, little one,” Jacob sighs, squeezing at Kevin’s hip. “Rest now— you’ll need it for later.”
He doesn’t even try and fight it, tucking his head into the crook of Jacob’s neck and letting his eyes fall shut. A nap doesn’t sound so bad.
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He wakes up some indeterminate time later, stomach cramping painfully as the eggs jostle around inside of him.
“Jake,” Kevin moans weakly, panting as another cramp wracks his body. “Hurts…”
The naga frowns, hands gliding over Kevin’s tense body. “I can take the pain away, little one,” he reminds. “I can make it easier for you.”
“Please,” Kevin begs, tears beading up at his lashes.
Jacob needs no further convincing, ducking his head and sinking his knife-like teeth into Kevin’s shoulder with a sickening sound. Searing, white-hot pain blinds him for a moment before his body goes blissfully limp, the naga’s venom pulsing through him quickly.
“You’ll feel better soon,” Jacob promises, thumbing at a trail of blood trying to escape.
He sighs, trying to ignore the way his entire lower body is starting to tense up and relax, muscles spasming. “I feel funny,” he whispers instead, blinking away the fog from his gaze.
“Jacob, do you think he’s ready?” Chanhee’s voice suddenly asks from somewhere beside them.
There’s barely more than a shrug from the naga, mild indifference towards Kevin’s suffering at the forefront. “Maybe— I haven’t checked in awhile.”
Kevin doesn’t know what they have to check for, but Chanhee’s fingers pressing against his slit is not what he expected. He also doesn’t expect the way his skin heats up burning hot at each little touch, a soft moan spilling out as Chanhee’s claws sink into his cunt.
“Ah,” Chanhee hums soon after and it weirdly enough feels like Kevin can feel it when Chanhee’s fingers press against one of the eggs inside of him threatening to push out. “Jake, darling, he’s ready.”
“So soon,” Jacob hisses pleasantly. “You we’re right, he was perfect for me…”
Chanhee laughs softly and Kevin tries to ignore the way it makes him feel hot when they talk about him like he isn’t even there. Like he’s barely worth the attention.
Suddenly there are hands lifting him up and off Jacob’s warmth and he moans in agony at the loss of Jacob’s body, as the movement threatens to dislodge the eggs. He’s scared he’s going to lose everything. Doesn’t want to be empty.
Someone shushes him and he sobs, Chanhee laying him down gently on the cold, rocky floor as his stomach twists with cramps. It feels horrible even as his skin burns hot and he feels like if someone doesn’t fuck him immediately he might die.
One of Jacob’s eggs jostles inside of him and he gasps brokenly, a sharp stab of pleasure rippling through him as he struggles to hold on, wants to be good.
Needs to be good for Jacob, perfect like he said.
“Darling, you have to let them go, now,” Chanhee coos, a clawed hand pushing through his sweaty hair. Kevin whines, fighting the urge to keep them in, fighting the urge to disobey. He doesn’t want to be empty—
With a sob, he pushes out as the next cramp hits instead of desperately clinging on and he can feel it as one by one, the eggs dislodge from their trapped position. He’s crying out in pain and pleasure as they come out, left only with the remaining emptiness behind until only one is left.
And this one isn’t coming out easily.
Chanhee swears as Kevin throws his head back in pain, the egg not budging. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Chanhee whispers before two fingers delve into his gaping hole. His other hand comes up, pressing against Kevin’s abdomen in a way that has him wailing from the pressure, searing pain morphing into a simmering pleasure as they attempt to dislodge the egg.
“Do you think you can cum like this?” Chanhee asks softly, thumb moving to work circles around his clit. He shakes, hands grasping at nothing at the sensations rippling through him— he doesn’t know.
“I-I don’t know,” he cries out, back arching off of the harsh floor as Chanhee’s hands attack his sensitive spots with determination. “Hurts— s’too much—”
“C’mon darling, if you can cum it might help,” Chanhee sighs softly, curling his fingers until his claws drag against his g-spot with each thrust.
Kevin moans lowly, fire building in his gut as Chanhee forces him towards the edge with rapid-fire flicks of his wrist and the steady pressure on his abdomen. He feels close but like he just can’t quite reach it, the burning pain pushing through just a little too much.
“Cant,” he cries, body falling limp on the floor again. He’s so tired and his body hurts.
“Do you think you could reach it from inside?” Jacob asks helpfully, tail curled around the rest of the eggs protectively.
He almost wants to ask what it means but he’s given a clue soon enough when Chanhee spits on his fingers and pushes in two more on the next thrust. He’s not as spread open as he was earlier on Jacob’s cocks, but it doesn’t change the burning sensation he can’t seem to escape as Chanhee’s knuckles drag against his cunt with each thrust.
There’s no time to even think as Chanhee drips spit on his fingers again and forces his thumb in on the next push, Kevin opening wide around his entire fist.
He screams at the intensity, body thrashing around as Chanhee tries to grasp at the egg, buried up to his forearm in Kevin’s abused cunt. And to his own fear, the stinging sensation only seems to be forcing him closer to orgasm as his walls spasm around Chanhee’s arm.
The demon seems to notice this and with a fleeting look, he leans down and wraps his lips around Kevin’s clit and sucks, hard, forked tongue pressing against the sensitive spots.
“Oh fuck,” Kevin chokes, rocketing towards the edge with a fire unheard of lighting the path. He’s going to cum, going to—
He screams as Chanhee drags the points of his teeth across his clit and his pussy spasms, clamping down on his wrist as the egg is finally freed from its trapped position.
He’s left empty and gaping once again as Chanhee pulls his hand out and the egg follows shortly after, Kevin lying on the floor in a pool of sweat and tears.
Chanhee is saying something, he can see his lips moving and realistically he understands that words are coming out— but he can’t hear them. He’s so exhausted that his head just lolls to the side and his eyes fall shut with a whimper, completely ignoring the way Jacob cradles the final egg protectively off to the side.
He doesn’t remember much after that, only the pathetic clenching of his gaping hole and the fire still simmering under his skin as he falls into a blissful state of unconsciousness.
He just hopes he did well for the naga, that he really was as perfect as they said.