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Ken innocently wrote on his paper. He hated his math class most of all. He did great in every subject except this one, not to mention his teacher always gave him six or seven worksheets a night. He leaned back in his chair, opening his pocket and scrolling through his Ipod music. The ear phones were fed through his sweater and up to his ear, hidden by his medium length raven hair. His Ipod was the one thing that kept him sane in this class, the math not the only problem he had.
Ken was sixteen, a mostly average teen. He had lightly tanned skin, a grey sweater on that was over a green shirt and jeans. This was his basic attire and didn’t deviate from this pattern often. Ken had eyes that mixed sky blue with sea green, placed neatly behind a pair of glasses to correct his diminishing perception. Ken was the most quite, unassuming kid in school. He talked to not a single person, he never found any girl attractive to his tastes and he ate lunch outside in the courtyard, hidden behind a pole so he could be left alone to draw.
As he wrote down a graph using 3x+9y=45 and x+4y-8=23, he thought to his notebook. It was a simple little sketch book, hidden in his backpack Every day at lunch he would open this sketch book and draw in it, just whatever came to his mind. The thing that came to his mind most of all were women. On nearly every page, Ken had a picture of some women. Some had dresses, some wore swimsuits, and some had cat or dog ears. Not even his parents knew about his sketch book of females, his most precious secret. There were times Ken would flip open to a random page and pick a girl, imagining going on a date with her, living his life with the perfect woman.
A clump of paper hit the back of his head, along with the snickers of several people in the back. Ken took advanced classes, and as such he was in sessions with people two grades above him. Spencer had taken a special liking to torturing him. He was the quarter back, a superstar by school standards, and because of this he was never in trouble for doing wrong. He actually punched a kid for bumping into him at lunch, a young freshman who had a few too many books to see where he was going. Rather then suspension, he simply got a warning not to do it again and was wished good luck on the game coming up. It infuriated Ken.
Spencer was a very tall kid, higher then most kids and teachers. He always wore his blue football jacket with the initials RC on the side, standing for “The Red county Cougars”, their school mascot and football team. He was built like a tank, arms that could take down a bull and legs that could support a red wood. His blonde hair was in a buzz cut, doing nothing to cover his bull dog face. His friends, built in a similar way to him, chuckled like minions to Spencer’s cruel teasing.
Ken sighed, finishing his homework early. Thank god it was Friday, meaning Ken could go home and relax. Sunday was the day of a comic convention anyways, a pastime Ken loved to do. He had his costume ready too, a near perfect replica of Heita from the game Big Bang Beat, Ken’s favorite game. It had cost a lot, to be sure, but the end result would defiantly win him the costume contest and the five hundred dollar prize that came along with it. As he thought over the wonderful things he could do with the money, he closed his binders and packed them into his backpack.
The bell called it’s message of school being over, a ringing sound like a morning alarm clock. “Remember to finish your homework and have a good weekend!” The teacher called to the students, all ignoring him and rather focusing on who would fight who, who would have sex with who, and the football game tonight. Ken simply walked out of school. The walk wasn’t far, only about a mile from the school if Ken had an even pace and didn’t stop for a new comic or a soda or whatever he felt like getting to celebrate the week of school being over.
The road, lined with trees, gave him time to think. It was a shame he had nothing to think about. He had put his ear phones back in, meaning he didn’t hear Spencer or his two friends follow him. Ken was thinking of a particularly cute girl to draw when the rock hit the back of his head. He yelped in surprised, touching the spot where the rock had hit. Blood was freely pouring down into his hair. Ken turned to see Spencer and the rest of his group armed with rocks and wicked grins.
There were no cars around…meaning Ken would have to run. They’d surely kill him if he fought them face to face. He charged into the surrounding woods, nimbly jumping and hopping over fallen tree limbs and more. From behind he heard the calls of his tormentors. “GET BACK HERE f*****t!” one called. “******** p***y!” replied the other. Ken was used to name calling, so he didn’t notice. Turning to look behind him for a split second, he saw they were having trouble following due to their heavy builds and the tight trees.
Ken’s happiness faded when he slammed into a tree. Blood now poured from his forehead. He groaned in pain. “s**t…” he got back to his feet and continued to run. He was in immense pain, slowing his once speedy escape to a crawl. He heard the laugh of his foes from behind, thinking his wound was hilarious. Ken shook his head and began to run. A thick forest of trees suddenly blocked the way, Ken shielding his eyes as he ran through the gauntlet.
Following that, there were no tree branches. However, Ken slammed into something else. Not a tree trunk, but something sturdy. “Hm?” a voice said. The impact had caused Ken to be knocked to the ground, dizzy from the pain in his head. When he looked up, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had to be at least twenty one, her eyes golden and in slits. Her hair was odd, a lime green rather then a normal color. Oh, she was also nude.
Ken tried not to stare, but he had never seen a woman nude before. His face turned red. Looking down her body, part of him wanting to stare at her breasts that were quite wonderful, he saw that her body was no longer human from the waist down. She still had a v****a, but beyond that there were light-gold scales that meshed with scales on the sides, there color being an emerald to match her hair. She bent down to him, running a hand along his cheek.
“Oh dear!” she said, looking at his bloody forehead. “Are you ok?” The girl lightly brushed his hair out of his eyes. Ken was busy stuttering in fear and hoping she wouldn’t notice he had a rather pronounced erection. “Yo man he went into this gro-“Jake, one of Spencer’s conies, stared in awe at the snake woman. “WHAT THE ******** MAN?!?” He yelled, pointing to the snake woman. “What’s wrong man, did that f*****t die or sometHOLY s**t!”
Both young men looked horrified at the woman. She glared at them. “Why are you insulting this poor boy?” She hissed at them. The two shook their heads and stared at her terrified. “Which one of you hurt him this way?” Spencer came out of the side now. “Jake, Greg. What the hell is with you two?” he said. The two frightened jocks pointed to the woman. Rather then be scared, he burst out laughing.
“Do you think torturing this boy is funny?” She asked. Ken noticed she had fangs, but he didn’t know if they were filled with poison or just enlarged teeth. Spencer looked at her deadly serious. “b***h, step off. That kid’s a ******** p***y.” Of all the things you do in life, Spencer had made a huge mistake. You never, NEVER, insult a woman like this. Her eyes filled with a fiery hate.
She pointed out two fingers and curled them, a sign that he should come over. “Come here for a moment, you naughty boy.” Spencer took this as sweet talk. “See boys? No babe can resist the charms of the Spence-man.” He walked over, dropping the rock with confidence. She waited for him to get closer, Ken falling behind her for safety. “Spence, man, that girl is part snake!” Greg called out. “Whatever man she.”
Spencer’s sentence was cut off as the woman began to constrict him, causing him to break out of his state of erotic joy. “I don’t like it when people hurt others weaker then them.” She cooed into his ear. The brick of a man squirmed for freedom. “JAKE! GREG! LAY THE b***h OUT!!!!!!” She shot both of the jocks a stare, paralyzing them with fear. “Do you know what I do to naughty, bad boys?” she asked him. Spencer could only muster up a nervous headshake.
“I make them dinner.” There was a snap, the sound of popping joints. Spencer was still enrapt with fear to move. Ever so slowly she slid her mouth over his head, taking the time for him to realize what was happening. Once he did, however, he began to screech like a small child in fear of a booster shot. Smiling at her success, she pulled his head deeper in, her smooth lips up to his neck. Ken stepped back, falling on his rear in horror of what he was witnessing.
As she began to uncoil slightly, her mouth widened to accommodate his broad shoulders. The two other young men watched in horror at what happened to their ring leader. Ken had his back pressed to a tree, eyes wide with fear and confusion to what he was witnessing. The woman was up to his chest, loud screaming from deep in her throat. She ignored this and continued to slowly devour her prey. Not one of the young men went to stop her.
When she was up to his waist she uncoiled his legs, letting her tail hang back. She threw her head into the air, taking the bully’s legs along with her. There was one long bulge down her neck, an imprint of Spencer’s body, as she continued to swallow. His leg kicked furiously, like a swimmer’s, to get free of his prison. Lower down her body, her stomach began to expand to accommodate her prey. Deep inside, Ken felt wonderful. The b*****d was finally getting what he deserved.
Due to gravity’s aid in her eating, his legs slide down far quicker and with minimal resistance. The last the boys saw were his designer shoes being pushed into her maw, one finalizing gulp removing him from existence. The naga exhaled, running her hand down her throat to follow his shoes. When the end of his body disappeared into her belly, she rested on hand on it, giggling at her middle’s furious activity. The other two football players watched part of her skin push out in the outline of a hand, then a foot.
Greg looked down and heaved, the sick thought of his leader’s demotion from quarterback to early dinner too much for the young man’s stomach to take. The naga slithered over to the two, grabbing both of them by the collars of their expensive shirts. She gave both a venomous glare. “Now that you’re little god is squirming in my belly…” she started, smiling. Her fang’s gleamed in the sunlight.
“Neither of you saw anything. He walked too far into the woods and he didn’t come back. Chances are a bear found him and killed him. Got it?” Both boys nodded furiously. “Good. Now you two will leave this boy alone or you’re both going to be ‘lost’ along with your leader.” She said, her stomach screaming along with her speech. Both of them nodded furiously once more. She put both of them down. “Now GET!” Without even a hint of hesitation, the two ran into the woods to go home and tell their parent’s about how Spencer was lost in the woods for some reason.
Ken was still pressed against the tree. The naga turned her attention toward him. Oh god, she’s going to eat me. his mind said to him. As she came closer, his mind commanded his legs to move, but they were too deep in their fear stricken state to actually do so. She towered over his hunched over form, his entire body shaking with fear, Ken nearly urinated himself.
She bent down and brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Sweetie, are you ok?” She questioned. He blinked, quite confused and pretty nervous. “Y-yes. F-f-f-fine.” He stuttered. She touched his bleeding forehead. “Oh my, we should get you a towel or bandages.” She slithered to her normal height, offering him her hand. “Come with me. I promise, I’m not going to eat you too.” Ken nodded, taking her hand. “So what should I call you hun?” There was a small lump in Ken’s throat, this being the first time such a beautiful woman gave him attention.
“K-k-ken.” He said. She smiled. “My name is Naomi.” Ken got to his feet, his fear waning a tad bit. “Can you actually stay or do you need to get back to your parents?” Naomi asked. “I should really get home.” He said anxiously. “But you can come with me.” The naga hummed in meditation. “Alright, but we’ll need to be stealthy about this, alright love?” Ken was blushing, but he nodded. “Yes Ma’am.” “My name’s Naomi, not ma’am.”
Ken nodded, having her follow. Her middle kicked and screamed still, Ken turning around nervously as it did. He watched the distended skin push out and giggle, beginning to feel a strange pity for him. “Ken, do you not like me looking like this?” She asked. No. his mind spoke. “Yes.” His mouth said. “Ok, just give me a second.” Naomi sighed and closed her eyes, Ken stopping his moving so she could perform whatever she would do.
Ever so slowly her middle began to diminish, the bulge shifting downward. Naomi panted, her cheeks flushed as it slid over her v****a, but this passed soon enough. In only two minutes her belly was flat as it was when they had met, the bulge now in her tail. Rather then more screaming and struggling to get out of the fleshy cave, the body remained quiet, only a quick twitch every now and again.
Ken shivered, but continued to walk. “Better?” she asked him. “A little.” He responded. “Good. Why were that boy and his mean friends chasing you anyway?” Naomi asked. “I’m a loser, so they like to pick on me.” Ken said bluntly, stepping over a stream. He should have been only about two minutes from his house. “That’s so cruel!” The naga said. “I’m glad he’s done for now.”
“So why did you move him into your tail anyway?” The teen asked, feeling nervously curious. “It’s how my digestive system works. Hold on, I’ll show you.” Naomi said. Up in the tree, a squirrel was grabbing some acorns for storing. She clicked her tongue, calling the squirrel over. As soon as it was close enough, she grabbed it. Rather then kill it, she put it in her mouth, the small tail flickering between her lips, and swallowed. Naomi grabbed Ken’s hand, making him blush.
“First, my food travels down my throat.” She ran his hand down her throat, Ken’s cheeks flushing when they went over her breasts. “It ends up in my belly. It’s not like you’re stomach though. My belly is only good for storing. It’ll provide you with oxygen, so my prey will be fine until I move them.” Ken’s hand rested on her belly button, the rapid thrashing of the squirrel felt on his palm.
“When I get hungry, I send it down to my tail.” The trashing slowed as Naomi brought his finger down. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, as the animal moved past her female parts. When Ken touched her in said area, he pulled away, blushing. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” He yelled loudly. Naomi giggled. “It’s fine hun. Anyways, when they end up in my tail, prey will run out of oxygen in usually a minute or two. Then my tail digests them in a day or less.”
She pointed to the already smaller form of the animal, it’s mass decreasing by the second. “And that’s it. If I ate something poisonous or dangerous, I can throw it up if I need to. I’ve never had to do that though.” Ken nodded, moving a bush. “There’s my home.” He pointed to the two story building, beige in color. There were two windows and a patio, a small pool in the back. “Let’s hurry, my parent’s are usually home at five.” He checked his cell phone. It was five fifty five.
Ken quickly unlocked the back door, putting him in the kitchen. His cat Mr. Meowski greeted him with a questioning voice for food. Ken ignored the cat and closed the door. He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, past the large living room. They went two rooms to the left when he opened the door to his room. It was a small room, a bed, dresser, television, and computer standing out.
Naomi looked to his posters, one of them a poster for Iron man and another for The Legend of Zelda. “What’s an Iron man?” The naga questioned. He closed his door, locking it. “I’ll rent the movie later. Right now you should hide in my closet.” There was the opening of a door downstairs. “KEN! WE’RE HOOOOOOOOOME!” his mother called. “GOT IT MOM!” he yelled back. His mother and father went to the living room, performing the daily ritual of getting ready for dinner.
“We’re safe Kenny.” Naomi said, running her hand down his arm. He felt so strange having a woman older then him in his room alone with him. It was a good thing he had taken down his very old Power Ranger picture he received when he was a child. “Oh good and…Kenny?” Ken suddenly noticed her pet name for him. The naga shrugged. “Sorry.” She said, lying on his bed. The bed creaked at the added weight, the woman sighing in content.
“Is there anything you need?” he asked. “No, I’m fine.” Naomi replied sleepily. Her hands moved down the bulges in her scale, small twitches from the burst of energy acids touching the nerves gave. Ken sighed. For the first time in his life, he had not only talked with a sexy woman who was only a little older then him (hopefully) but he had touched her PRIVATE AREAS! He had gone from loser to player in the span of an hour!
“This is the best Friday ever…”

Ken smiled at her, heading downstairs for dinner and locking the door behind him. Ken’s parents weren’t poor, or even middle class. In fact, they were VERY rich. His father was a famous actor, portrayed in several action movies as a gun-totting action maniac, the movie “Blood bullets of the raging tiger” now a classic to most everyone. Ken’s mother, while not an actor, was an equally successful lawyer, closing case upon case with a 50-1 win/ lose ratio. Their lives mirrored Ken in not ONE way.
He sat at the dinner table, looking at the pizza. “Hi sweetie!” His mom, a beautiful Dominican woman with solid black hair, like his own, tied into a pony tail. She wore an expensive suit. “Your mother and I have to work late tonight. Have to finish producing that new sci-fi movie.” His father was a muscled hero-like man, a square jaw and flat-top hair cut making him look like the military action hero he was born to play. He wore a white tank top, dog tags, camouflage pants and black boots, obviously he was still in movie mode.
“So why were you guys so late?” Ken questioned, hoping they wouldn’t go upstairs and see the elongated form of a naga resting on his bed. “Wouldn’t you know it, we were driving home when there was an accident. Apparently my client, the mob boss, remember? His car accidentally hit a spike strip of some kind and skidded out of control, causing major delays. Died on impact.” She said, enjoying a salad rather then a slice of pizza, along with his father. “We were in the same car, so I drove to the best buy down the road and bought you this.”
Ken’s father handed his son a copy of Iron man. Even though they tended to spoil him, Ken knew that this was because they were never around to keep him company, or even be kind to him and wait at home. He bit into his pizza. “Thanks Dad, it’s cool.” “Hey, not a problem Kenny. If you want I could have Rob sign it for you.” “Sure, why not.” Ken’s father knew most of the celebrities, from Orlando Bloom to Uma Thurman. However, Ken’s lack of friends made this not really important to him, as if he did they’d be squealing over Morgan Freeman or someone rather then him.
He decided to change topics. “You think it was that superhero guy, Killing Shadow?” Despite living on the outer edges, Ken’s family lived within Sunset city, the hero being a celebrity Ken was surprised his father had not yet met. “Nope, no way he could do it.” His mother said. “I don’t know Fiona, I’m playing him in an upcoming movie and I think he could probably do it.” She nodded. “I suppose you’re right Blake.” His father kissed his mother’s cheek. “Remember to lock the door and stay safe.” She said, getting up. “We’ll be home around one or two, sport.” The two got up, cleaning their plates. “Have fun!”
Ken nodded, watching them leave. He locked the door behind them and ran upstairs, movie and pizza in hand. Naomi was snoozing on his bed, snoring loudly. “Naomi.” He said, shaking her. She absent mindedly stood up, battering her eyes. “Oh, hello Kenny.” She said sweetly. “Want some pizza?” he questioned, opening the box to reveal six remaining slices. Naomi nodded happily. “Thanks hun.” He blushed, still amazed a woman of this caliber would be in his room.
“I have that movie.” He said, showing her the case for the DVD. She nodded, all she could do while devouring the six slices in one go. “You want to see it?” Naomi shook her head in a yes manner once more, swallowing the food. “So what’s a movie anyway?” Ken blinked at her. “Oh, it’s a story put into video forma.” “What’s a video?” he sighed, opening the DVD player’s tray. He slid the DVD into it, changing the channel on his television to the input menu. Ken sat beside her, flipping the menu to play.
Naomi stared, amazed, at the screen with wide eyes. “How’d they get the little people in the box?!?” She asked, tapping the screen. “It’s a video. You record it in a camer…A magic recording device, then put it on a tiny disc. The people aren’t in the television, their just moving pictures.” He said, trying his hardest to explain it. “Ah! I got it.” The naga came back onto the bed, the movie playing quietly.
About an hour in, when Tony Stark first made the suit, there was a knock on the door downstairs. “I’ll get that.” He said, pausing the movie. She nodded, waiting for his return. Ken trotted downstairs, curious as to who could be here. Disabling the alarms and making sure he could yell for Naomi, should this be a robber of some sort, he opened the door and stared, mouth agape, at the man on the door step.
The man on the porch was clad in black, leather straps sliding across his ribs like snakes, a sword peaking out from behind his back. He had on a cowl, a large metal crest atop his clothed forehead. His arms were exposed, pale and thin, but his silver gaze that stared from above his facial mask made him look stronger then he was. “Turn the light out.” He said, the man’s voice stern but smooth. Ken instantly knew that this man was Killing Shadow, the hero or menace of the city.
Ken, hypnotically, did as he was told, shutting out the light on the doorstep. The man vanished, the only things visible being his metallic head crest and the silvery glow of his gauntlets and shin protectors. “If you’re going to care for Naomi, I brought you some things.” The man walked in, taking in two bags hanging from his arms. Despite them being heavy, he still moved with a godlike speed.
“Here are some clothes.” The man opened one bag, revealing crisp dresses prefect to match Naomi’s green hair and scales. “As well as some basic things she’d prefer to have.” In the other bag was an assortment of things. Scale polish, skin lotion, various other beauty products and a picture frame, no picture in it. Ken looked at his arm, a black tattoo just above his wrist. Three simple letters: SBD. “That you Killing Shado…I mean sir!” The man chuckled. “Formalities are not needed. Call me that faux hero name if you want, but SBD is my official pen name.”
Ken nodded, watching the man leave. “I’ll leave a criminal on your doorstep three times a day for her to eat when your parents aren’t around.” He turned to leave. “Two things, however.” “Yes sir…I mean SBD?” He turned around, gaze intent and rock solid. “One, tell your father to act as me with destructive grace, not his normal muscle headed antics.” Ken chuckled at this. Then SBD came closer, nearly glaring at him. “Kid, for your own good, don’t fall in love with her.”
Ken was in a state of disbelief. How did he know he liked here?!? “Y-yes, got it.” he said. “Good kid. Have a wonderful evening.” As quickly as he appeared, the man faded into the shadows of the outside world, Ken watching as his bracer’s gleam disappeared into the night. He was awestruck. Of all the celebrities Ken had ever met, he had never been truly excited until he met this man. It was as if meeting someone from the grave.
“So who was it?” Naomi questioned, breathing down his neck. Ken jumped back, terrified but embarrassed. “Just…a delivery man.” He said. Naomi turned her head to the bags on the floor. “Let me guess…pale guy, wore a mask and hood, decked out in ninja gear?” She questioned. Ken nodded fiercely. “Ah, SBD’s such an awesome guy.” Naomi picked the bags up, still not wearing a single thing. Ken had, surprisingly, gotten used to it.
Ken shut the door, reinstating the alarm, then returned upstairs with Naomi to finish the movie. The two watched the movie for the next hour, finishing it without talking or saying anything. As the credit’s played, Naomi turned to him. “Can I meet Tony Stark?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at this silliness from her. “What’s so funny?” she asked, sounding hurt.
“Naomi, he doesn’t exist, he’s a comic book character played by Robert Downey Junior.” He explained. She stared at him blankly. “Oh…” Ken smiled at her, retrieving his sketchbook from his backpack, moving to a blank page and taking out his pencil. “What’s that?” she asked, curious. “Oh, it’s a sketchbook. I draw in it.” He offered her the book, letting her browse through it.
Naomi reluctantly took the book, browsing through the many pages. “Wow!!! These are amazing!” Ken blushed at her praise. “Can you draw me?” she questioned. Ken blushed a deeper shade of red. “S-s-s-sure.” Naomi smiled at his answer, getting onto her tail and standing in front of him. “Just m-m-make a pose or something.” He said nervously. She nodded, putting on hand on her hip and the other behind her head, smiling at him happily as well as seductively.
Ken, for the first time in his life, drew a woman without clothing. He lowered his notebook to hide his happiness while drawing. His hand shook the whole time, having a hard time making even a single straight line form. Naomi stood still quite long, as if she had experience doing such an act beforehand. Ken figured it was probably due to hunting prey.
About an hour later, Ken laid his pencil down. “Finished.” He said, handing her the sketchbook. Naomi gazed over the drawing, It looked like her, yes, yet she seemed poorly drawn. Not to mention Ken had, in his ecstasy, given her breasts a little more size to them. “This is amazing Ken. Thank you.” Naomi leaned down and kissed his cheek, not one to lie. His face felt hot on her wet lips, giggling as he blankly stared at the wall. “Ken, sweetie?”
“R-r-r-r-r-right.” He said, nervously standing up. Naomi looked him over. “Ken, you like me don’t you?” She questioned. SBD’s warning echoed in his ears. “Kid, for your own good, don’t fall in love with her.” his mind reiterated to him. Ken, unable to contain himself or follow the warning, nodded. “Yes. I do VERY much.” Naomi smiled warmly at him. “You’re a wonderful boy Ken…I love you too.” His heart rate spiked into what he would consider the triple digits.
“I…I…” he tried to respond. Naomi placed two fingers on his lips, smiling. “Don’t talk Ken, only act.” Ken knew immediately what she wanted to do with him. Ken threw off his shirt, revealing his skinny body and thin arms. Naomi smiled, lying on the bed as she waited for him to strip completely. First, however, Ken locked the door and made sure that his parent’s wouldn’t come home to their son having sex with a snake woman.
Afterwards, he removed his jeans and briefs, revealing his manhood from beneath the cloth. Ken climbed onto the bed, lying next to her. “Would you prefer if I was on top?” She asked, running her finger down his chest. He nodded fiercely, watching her tail coil around his legs. Naomi’s tail moved on top of him, ending with her bare breasts pressing against his chest. “Ken, are you ready?” He nodded, bidding a final farewell to his long time friend virginity.
Naomi kissed him, giving Ken a clear path into her womanly flesh. He seized the chance, sliding into her with only small bits of hesitation. She threw her head back, moaning at his warm appendage in her. Ken moved out, then back in, as his father had taught him three years ago, when he hit puberty at thirteen. The realization that he wasn’t using a condom hit then, breaking his concentration.
“Naomi.” He said. “We’re not using a condom.” Ironically, he had stopped his motions while still inside her. She shook her head, her cheeks flushed a strawberry crimson. “I don’t care! Keep going!!” Ken, the kind person he was, obeyed her request and continued to make love with her. There was nothing outside of the two making love, only the rhythmic movement of their hips as the two became one, then two, and so on for what seemed like hours.
Losing count, Ken couldn’t take the pressure anymore. He fired his seed into her, gasping deeply as Naomi screamed passionately. The two were finished, Ken’s virginity now a long gone thing as he stared into her eyes, golden except for a thin black slit like a snake. She rolled over, bringing Ken with her considering her tail was wrapped around most of his lower body.
He laid on her chest, panting deeply along with her, her quick beating heart soothing his own. “How was I?” Ken questioned, nervous about his performance like a student who received their first report card. “You were godly Kenny…” she hugged him close, one hand stroking his hair while the other hand ran across his back, pushing his body into her belly. Ken nuzzled her chest, closing his eyes.
Naomi smiled down at him. “Sleep well, my love.” The naga closed her eyes as well, drifting off to sleep. Deep down, her stomach growled and called for a meal. She heard this with worry, a possible foreshadowing of what she hoped was just nothing. Please Ken… her mind spoke. Don’t be like all the others. Don’t end up in my belly.

After this final thought, she fell asleep as Ken’s parents opened the door. They went straight to bed as well, ignoring their son’s locked door. The house was quiet, only the sound of two couples in love sleeping in each other’s arms.