The next person that Sackcloth sends in for secret interrogation is none other than the Naga, Mr. Slither. His somewhat dull markings and thick body hint that he's probably a constrictor - so probably isn't a biter at least. He is slow, however. It might seem that his meandering path through the room is meant to be intimidating.. but really it's just that he has to follow as long a route as possible in order to get all of his tail through the door. He does loom a bit at the foot of the cot, however, with that blank, unblinking expression common to Nagas. Only his tongue (and still coiling tail) move.
"You're not scary, you know," Willow remarks from where she still lies tied to the bed. "Big, yes, and you don't blink ... but that just means I should not challenge you to a staring contest." She looks at him from head to tailtip, then adds, "But, you are handsome." Then she grows quiet and tries to feel him in the room, and how he reacts to those comments.
The Naga's aura is subtle, almost as if he wasn't fully awake. But then again, even a big reptile needs an external heat source, and Mr. Slither is stuck underground. "Sssscary," he says slowly. "Yesss.. I am not.. that thing." Then he finally moves forward, lying across Willow until he's snout-to-snout.
"Oof, you are heavy," Willow claims as she stares, cross-eyed, at his nose. "Am I to be a heating stone, then?" she asks of him as she arches one brow.
"Ifff you don't... mind," Mr. Slither hisses. He's rather cool to the touch, of course, but not cold. Just cooler than Willow's own skin temperature. He flicks his long tongue out to lick at Willow's horn, which feels nice. It isn't clear how her horn feels things though.. being a horn. Unicorns must have nerves in them.
"I am not exactly in the position to refuse," Willow concedes. "So, ah, since you will be here a while ... why are you here? How did you get here?"
"Airssship," the Naga replies, and tries to lick one of Willow's ears next. "Then climb. Carry things."
Willow's ears flick a lot. "Airship? Airship how? Crash? Attacked? Sold into slavery? Candy delivery?" the horned mule has to ask.
"Crane," the Naga says. "Me. Crane for ship. But left.. here."
"Left? You were on a ship that came here regularly, then?" Willow inquires next as she peers at him.
"Mmmm," the Naga replies. "Firssst time. Contract.. purchassssed."
"Purchased by who? Did you get a name?" Willow asks as she squirms a little this time.
It's hard to move with Mr. Slither's mass pressing down, but side-to-side is doable. "Hood-person," the man drawls. "Doc-tor. I live in tunnel. Sssseen you. Wondered if you were warm, or hot."
"I am very hot," Willow claims a bit haughtily. She continues to try and squirm to, well, see if she can inspire anything from the serpent.
He does seem to be warming up some, at least the part pressing against her. Perhaps it's the squirming, or the promise of being 'hot', that gets the Naga to respond. In this case, he seems to inflate into her, from the sensation. Just one hemi-peen, though.. probably. It certainly seems enough to fill up all available space, and then start pushing against the walls as it continues to expand. "Hot," Mr. Slither agrees.
This makes Willow actually squeak! "Well, er, hello there," she remarks, sounding rather distracted for the moment. Of course, now that he's in her, she can use the shadow without being seen to ... examine him, by invading him through the part that invaded her!
Unlike with the others, Mr. Slither has a lot more volume to deal with, and the coolness of his body actually make things harder - as if the shadow isn't sure if the Naga is alive or not. He's certainly the lowest temperature Naga Willow has encountered. There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about him, though.. except that he doesn't have any teeth. This isn't revealed by the shadow, but by Mr. Slither himself with he mouths Willow's muzzle. The horn prevents him from being able to swallow her head, but it's clear that he's got ridged gums instead the usual small teeth.
Willow mmmmpghs! Now she starts to worry that his, er, second bit will fill her too, lower down, and really leave her feeling uncomfortably full; moreso than she is right now. "What happened to your teeth?!" she exclaims rather muffledly from within his jaws!
It takes a moment before her snout is released. "Lossst them," Mr. Slither claims. "Wasss sssick. Doctor sssaid ssso."
Willow tries to squirm again, to get things to move within her, and see what else happens. "You don't remember?" Willow has to ask. "When did this happen? Does it cause you .... problems?"
"I remember," Slither claims. "Carried thingsss into cave. Doctor sssaid I wasss sssick, and would treat me. Bought my contract. Gave me medicine ballsss. Teeth fall out, but doctor sssays I am cured."
"Did you feel sick?" Willow has to ask. She then concentrates and tries to feel for remnants of those balls, or worse, things like a black heart given how cool he is.
His speech is becoming a little less slow, so maybe being plugged directly into to Willow's 'heat' is helping. She can certainly feel his pulse through the contact. He grabs onto her shoulders, and pulls out slightly - which is still quite a bit - and then pushes back in again.
"You ... can use both if you want," Willow gasps in a moment of shock. He is huge, and boy, can she feel it when he moves within her; things are very, ah, stretched. She also has to wonder, what would cause his teeth to fall out? And why only him?
"Only one woke up," Slither notes. That's how it usually works in non-mutant Naga (but then, she could just the shadow to add the extra stimulation directly to the organ in question). "I do fine without teeth," he claims. "Would be much harder for viper to lose fangssss."
And Willow does use shadow to try and stimulate the other within the naga ... because as much as she might try to deny it; she likes Naga, a lot. "Has anyone else lost their teeth?" she asks next, curious. She then leans her head up a little and kisses him.
It isn't clear if the kiss or sudden awakening of his second branch surprises him more. He does seem to know how to respond to the latter at least, even if it does takes some fumbling. But when he suddenly pushes hard to get both into their respective orifices it probably feels a bit of a shock for Willow. "Tight," Slither notes. "I only one with sicknesss. Naga sicknesss. Only Naga."
Willow grunts and winces, as things stretch and hurt for a bit before things settle out a bit and it starts to fill nice, just very, very, full. "You feel very nice," she claims, "Inside me. Very nice. So ... large." She takes several deep breaths, then asks, "What is Naga sickness?"
"No sssymptoms," Slither claims. "Only Doctor can detect it. But very bad, he sssaid. Had to be treated quickly. I work off debt for sssaving my life." Once things aren't constricting him as much, he starts moving in and out again.. but usually it's more a 'drag' outward, then 'slam' inward. His movements are not exactly delicate.
This causes the unicorn to grunt and hiss with each movement. It's rough, uncomfortable, and it's turning her on and causing a slow buildup of delightful sensations in both orifices. "How can you be sure he didn't just lie to you?" she gasps out at one point, "and make your teeth fall out for safety?"
"Why would making my teeth fall out be useful?" Slither asks, and is getting warmed by his own muscle action now - the rest of him is moving around on the floor as he keeps up the deep thrusts. He also keeps hold of Willow's shoulders, so that he doesn't drive her head into the wall each time.
"Stay inside me," the Unicorn actually pleads through gritted teeth. She rolls a little too, as much as she can manage under the weight, as those feelings continue to grow within her. "It would make you less dangerous; no ability to bite for damage," she claims. "Or he needed them for something. Did he take them?"
"Take them.. no," Slither claims. "I dangerousss with or without teeth though. Can crush.. anything."
"Do you crush things regularly ... here?" Willow has to ask.
"No," Slither replies, and doesn't pull out quite as far before plunging back now. It increases his rate of motion, however.
This just makes Willow groan and squirm even more. Maybe this makes her seem more like serpent prey? Not that she cares right now ... right now she's just lost in the sensations of it all.
Her behavior does further excite Mr. Slither, who keeps up the same pace, but is back to pulling out and plunging back in further and harder again. It causes Willow's angles to pull against the restraints more as well.
And oh great, the pain from that only serves to stimulate her more. Those grunts turns into moans and soft cries as the Naga stakes her rather roughly. She pleads for him to not stop. Then at one point she even lifts her head and pushes her nose up against his; offering her head up to swallow again if he wants. Sure, he can only go up to the horn, but it's still something.
And the serpent obliges, but with a twist.. he actually pushes his tongue past her lips and licks her tonsils. In order to prevent the cot from being smashed to kindling, his own coils are pushing between it and Willow's back. She has a lot more play regarding her wrists, since they're attached higher up, so her arms aren't getting pulled too hard yet.
Willow mmmphs and writhes now at this point, prey in the coils of a great beast. It's both terrifying, and arousing beyond words. To the point she starts trembling, shivering, and she disappears into waves of sudden pleasure. She can't clench down super hard, not with his girth stretching things, but clench she does!
The clenching probably isn't noticed by Slither. Eventually he withdraws his tongue and seems to remember what he was supposed to do when he was sent in here. So he moves his head and squeezes on of Willow's breasts with is gums. This clearly isn't instinctive for a reptile, but he does figure out that he has to lick the nipple at least. The other one is free to wobble about from the increasingly rapid thrusts as the Naga continues to warm up.
Thss only means the unicorn can groan louder as she floats in bliss. "Inala, you turned me into a whore!" the poor unicorn thinks in embarrassed frustration at really enjoying this. Even the painful gum-nursing is stimulating, dagh take it.
Mr. Slither doesn't seem to be showing any signs of finishing soon - with both branches engorged, it's possible that his system doesn't know which one to use. Or that things are still just sluggish in that department. It's hard to tell what he's feeling - other than feeling Willow. A toothless mouth is probably welcome though when it comes to nursing, given how big his mouth is.
Willow uses this to try and explore him more, ah, in depth with her shadow ... once she can think more clearly. She's looking for any odd daamage, signs of illness, or other ... tampering, such as signs of no magic resistance.
It takes a bit of time to reach the Naga's head. There aren't any signs of gum disease.. or other diseases.. that might justify the need to 'medicate' Slither. The blood vessels that would have fed the roots of his teeth are definitely damaged though, along with the nerve endings. Whatever caused it wasn't natural, but there aren't any obvious signs of magic being used. Slither's natural magic resistance appears to be intact. But similar damage is found inside his nostrils. On a viper, that might translate to a dulling of their heat-sensing pits.
"Naga specific attacks, that is worrisome. Possibly repairable, but not without magic," Willow thinks. So, they want to take a place guarded by serpents; cruous, I will have to check where those could possibly be...
Mr. Slither pauses in his gyrations and nursing for a moment, and actually uses his hands to unshackle Willow's wrists and ankles. Maybe nobody told him why she was shackled, but apparently he just finds them to be annoying. It allows him to lift her off of the cot and lay her more directly down onto his coils.. only to pull out of her, roll her onto her stomach, and press back in again.
That leaves Willow with a moment of unusual sensation; she feels both very empty and open for the time the serpent isn't inside her. The mare is begging for him to fill her again, right before he does! She groans out and stretches forward a little. "You feel exquisite," she groans out. She isn't sure she can really learn more with her shadow, so she just closes her eyes and enjoys being dual-plugged! It's triggering all her 'I like pain!' kinks quite nicely.
The coils that Willow is laid upon are in constant motion, dragging across her belly and breasts as Slither hikes up her rear so that she's 'kneeling' over somewhat. He's then able to lean across her back, gum the back of her head and grab onto her shoulders again. With the unicorn's haunches providing a bit more of a cushion now, and no pesky furniture or walls to worry about, he's actually able to indulge in a bit of passion. He even thoughtfully offers up the thinner tip of his tail in case Willow feels the need to bite down on something.
Willow ends up sucking on that tail some. The pressure and waves of pleasure-pain are ... ooof, but the way her body shivers is clear communication she does like it at least some. "I could get used to this," Willow claims around the tail in her mouth. Each bury and strong gumming makes her shudder-moan, too.
Each thrust has the effect of dragging her a bit across the Naga's coils.. in whichever direction things are moving. When Slither shifts his grip to her breasts, they don't help with the drag so much as also get dragged. Finally a coil is wrapped (rather oddly, since it's turning back on itself at some point) around her hips and that seems to restrict her movement better, so that the majority of it is internal. They also squeeze slightly on the forward thrusts for extra support.
The unicorn is pawing and clutching at the serpent's coils, and her moaning continues on. she has rarely seen a naga with such enthusiasm! Only one that is more is Nikky's boyfriend, Malagast. It hurts so good, which leaves her pleading and moaning that he not stop, that he take her like the powerful beast he is (or along those lines! Really, she can't quite remember what she says from moment to moment.).
The Naga doesn't seem to question the requests (although who knows who might be listening at the door). So Mr. Slither just keeps increasing the pace and force as things 'loosen up'.. or in time with them. Possibly in anticipation of them.. or completely indifferent to any such loosening. The trick is that both entries are not equally accommodating, which might have been why he chose to change places.
The unicorn doesn't mind the change, at all, she's just sort of riding it out, enjoying every sensation, every feel, until the inevitable comes. And were she thinking clearly that people might be listening ... she would die of the shame of it all. She cannot believe how much she has given into, and enjoying this depravity. Things do loosen a bit over time, too, as the serpent can move easier, and things slide more and she drags ... less.
The reduced drag is probably a bit more pleasurable for Mr. Slither, as he finally starts making excited noises (well, hisses), and turns his head sideways to bite Willow's horn. His pace finally levels out to where he's moving smoothly, and his pulse is picking up as well. He's finally matched Willow's body temperature, so may be close to finishing.
Willow's sounds are now mostly moans as she undulates in those coils and does nothing to extract her horn from his maw. HEr free hands are stroking over those scales too, and she tries to rhythmically clench those loosened passages a bit at each thrust. Though at this point her muscles might not be wanting to respond.
Soon a series of exceptionally deep thrusts is followed by a feeling of warmth.. in both places, so the flow was evenly distributed. This is followed by relative motionlessness on the part of the serpent, who slowly shifts his coils away from where they were holding Willow's midsection in place.
Willow cries out too, then goes still and well, basks. "Don't pull out," she requests, "I want you ... in me for a while." Her voice is breathy, and a bit tired perhaps. Also, things don't feel as tight as earlier, but it does feel rather nice ... and terribly full. This naga seems, well, mainly just tricked, but possibly no risk in terms of being an agent of the Doctor, at least. Who would willingly give up their teeth and take nerve damage?
"I am ssssertain that I am no longer contagiousss," Mr. Slither promises. Does he not understand that Aeonians aren't susceptible to imaginary Naga diseases (or very many diseases in general, for that matter).
"Even if you were, you are worth the risk to experience this," Willow claims as she stroke-pats at his scales. "I hope you come to see me often."
"You are warm," Mr. Slither says. "The milk feelsss warm and creamy too." He obviously can't taste it in any traditional sense.
"And now you are warm too," Willow points out, then sighs in contentment and lets her eyes drop so she can bask and relax.
The coils aren't exactly soft, but they are pliable in the way of snakes. And she can't feel anything moving through them, either. Given that Nagas aren't exactly vegetarians, it's a bit of a puzzle as to what Mr. Slither eats to sustain himself - but having a very slow metabolism in a cool environment probably helps somewhat in that regard.
"What do you eat down here?" Willow asks, "Without teeth, I would think you would have a hard time."
"I swallow animalsss whole," Mr. Slither points out. "But here I am given cooked and dried meat ssstrips. Mr. Sssackcloth worriesss about nutrition, sssince it isss not all that I would normally have."
"He is right to worry. Have you been here long?" Willow asks. "Have you had any ... memory issues?"
Mr. Slither takes his time responding. "I do not know how long I have been here," he admits. "I am not usually warmed thisss far above torpor, ssso have no proper way of noting time passssing."
"That cannot be good for you, either. No one else tries to warm you up? The rhian is big enough he should be able to, yes?" Willow asks.
"Perhapsss it hasss been two dozens of raidsss," he guesses. "Everyone else here isss very fassst, hurrying about. I have not sssought their heat before. Living ssslow makesss time passs quickly."
"Then are you sorry I have warmed you?" Willow asks. That many raids, means ... a long time. But it would also explain his low food needs.
"No," Mr. Slither says. "It isss for my health, Mr. Sssackcloth sssays. I will cool down and wait after thisss. I watch the door to the prisonerss, and make certain that only Mr. Sssackcloth or the Doctor go inside. They go together though."
"The Doctor won't be visiting me, will he?" Willow asks. That man actually makes Willow a bit nervous, given her own supernatural nature.
"Ssssss," the Naga ponders. "You are not one of the sssmall onesss. Do you not work here now?"
"I don't know," Willow admits. "I want my freedom."
"I sssuppose you will have to ssspeak to the Doctor," Slither suggests. "He isss the Doctor, after all. Even Mr. Bright mussst ssspeak to him."
"I would rather not," Willow admits. "He might claim I am ill."
"That isss what Doctorss do, is it not?" Slither asks. "I have only met the one."
"I am not sure he is trustworthy, though," Willow points out and sighs softly. "We shall see, I suppose."
"Eeee are very fragile," Mr. Slither points out. "Easssily crushed." He doesn't seem to be making a suggestion, just a statement.
"Not all Eeee. Sylvanian Eeee are tough," Willow claims. "I work for one."
"Hollow bonesss," Mr. Slither notes. "You are ssstrong. Not fragile. Spear on head. He could not make you do sssomething you did not wish to do, could he?"
"I don't know," Willow admits. "He was able to get you to do things."
"I wasss a patient, and he purchassed my contract," Slither notes. "Guarding door isss easier than being crane. But isss cold."
"Mm," Willow muses, and doesn't argue with the Naga. He doesn't seem particularly, well, bright.
"Maybe he will bring me a pig thisss time," Slither says. "He hasss not before. I alwaysss forget to assk."
"Mmm, best not to ask for too many favors," Willow suggests and looks over her shoulder. "You want to be out of debt, yes?"
The long tongue flicks slowly. "I ssshould asssk how long that will be, shouldn't I?" he asks Willow.
"Yes, you should," Willow says and bobs her head. She also reaches down and rubs over her full gut, marveling at, well, how things aren't hurting now. She just feels very full.
The door opens a crack and Mr. Sackcloth peers inside. "The begging has stopped for awhile now, is everything good here?" He asks. He doesn't comment on Willow being out of her shackles.
"I am warmed," Slither replies.
Willow just gives Mr. Sackcloth a thumbs up, and is grateful for being dark all over, because man, she feels embarrassed now! "Everything is fine, I am just very full and a bit stretched."
"I'll.. fetch an extra bucket for the clean up," the Rhian promises, and eases the door closed again.
Willow just covers her face. "I will never live this down," she mutters into her hands, and groans softly. But at least so far ... no one seems an actual direct agent, just mostly duped ones.