His Royal Pet

Human's were such fragile things. They reminded King Arik of fruit. Soft and tender. Easily bruised or cut; with a scent so alluring the King momentarily forgot why he was here. Why you were standing beside him.
His gaze, two pools of liquid emerald, locked on your small frame. You were breath-taking... for a human. You wore ceremonial garbs and your hair had been tampered with enough to shimmer with gold and gem-encrusted clips.
Your very presence tickled his curiosity. You stood by his throne with a straight posture. The material of your dress barely brushing against the coils of his tail that he had wrapped around his royal chair.
Deep green, almost black, scales were a dark contrast to your colourful outfit. And Arik very much approved of how you looked beside him.

Even as the festival got more and more lively, the King's attention was sorely on you. And he knew you could feel his gaze. Goosebumps rippled across your skin and your heartbeat fluttered inside your breasts. Those lovely, curved breasts of yours.
You were so very distracting.

That night, after the festival came to a close; the King demanded to have you brought to him. His first human interaction had not been enough. He had many questions. Many, many questions.

When you stepped into the King's chamber's, it was very dark. Only a few candles lit the room, enough so that you could see the reflective gleam off the King's scales. He was loosely coiled up on the bed. His human torso leaning against the rings of thick muscles. Watching you with a predatory smirk.

"Come here, pet." The King hissed. A voice as smooth as velvet, catching you within it's tone before you had a chance to fight it. You bowed your head and approached the royal Naga. Your heart pounding painfully against your chest.
You felt no fear, only nervousness. So many thoughts rattled through your brain as the King leaned forward. His hands wrapped around your waist, and like a child, he lifted you up and laid you in the centre of his coiled tail.
He was cool against your warmed skin. The scales smooth and firm under your thighs as you rested them against him.
His hands lingered against your hips for some time. Your ceremonial garbs had been replaced with a thin lacy night-gown. One that the King adored the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Hmm, forgive me, pet. I was never given your name." The King purred. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, sending shivers through your body as you stuttered out a reply.

"(Y-Y/N)" Your voice pitched in tone as his fingers curled against the material of your gown. Sliding the material up your thighs, exposing more skin to the cool air of the room.

"Such a beautiful name." Arik said. His left hand abandoned your waist to scrape his talons against the soft skin of your inner thigh. He noticed the way your body tensed at his touch. Thinking he was hurting you, Arik instead massaged the area with his fingertips. Smoothing down the light welts he left. "Tell me, what pleasures you, (y/n). My family and my people are love-makers. We celebrate the Gods of Fertility and Pleasure. You are the first human to come to my castle and I am curious about your body."

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your body twitching as his hands ventured further south. His right hand brushed upwards, and froze upon your sharp intake.
"Ahh, so your chest is sensitive too. Like us." The King massages your breast with the palm of his hand. Rolling the flesh and kneading it with his fingers. You let yourself enjoy it.
Why the hell not? You were told about this place; and there was apart of you that got excited when you given as the King's "pet".
Your spine arched into his hand, your head rolling to the side and the King smirked. Pleased to have gotten a reaction like this so early in this session.

"And what about here?" Arik asked. His fingers glided down between your thighs. Down to where you had been forbidden to wear panties. And instantly your body jerked against the King's fingers. A low moan ripping from your throat as the King circled your sensitive nub.
"Hmm, very interesting. Your body is beautiful, (y/n). Look at it react to me so deliciously." The King was fixated on the roll of your hips. The way your legs opened for his hand and twitched when he searched deeper between your folds.
The King turned his head. His lips against your ear, letting you hear his excited breathing. Panting your name as he continued to pleasure you. His tail tightening around you as he pressed you further against his chest. He wanted to feel every coil and roll of your body. Feel you rub yourself against his fingers. His tail wrapped around your legs. Intertwining and lacing in-between them to keep them separated. Your noises came more sporadically now. Panting and whimpering, mewling the King's name as his fingers quickened on your clit. He hasn't even entered you yet and you were going to cum.

"Y-Your Majesty..." Your hands clung to his arms. Nails digging into his skin as he licked your neck. The forked tongue tasting the sweet flavor of your sweat.

"What is it, pet? Tell me. You want more?" Arik asked. His eyes glittering eagerly. Drinking in your face as it twisted in a breathless cry.

"I'm going to cum. Please, Your Majesty." You wanted so desperately to cum on his fingers. You took hold of his wrist, guiding him lower under his claws scrapped against your entrance.
The King hummed curiously. Letting you lead him to wherever you needed him most. He hissed a sharp breath as you pushed two of his fingers inside you. You mewled happily and nuzzled your lips against his neck.
The King wiggled his fingers with the utmost care. But the sensation of your warmth surrounding his fingers was unlike anything he felt before.
Rumbling, the King watched as you guided his fingers in and out of you. Your slick covering his digits as he thrust them into you.
You pressed his thumb against your clit and The King immediately knew what to do. Your needy cry confirming that this little nub was in fact your most sensitive part.

He quickened his thrusts. Rolling and pinching your clit in time with his fingers. Your noises filled the room and the King didn't care who heard you. He would claim you tonight.
Your body was his!! He wanted you all for his own. He wanted you as his pet.
"Cum for me, little one. Cum on my fingers." Arik rasped. His voice a growled hiss as your body pushed down on his hand. He squeezed your breast painfully tight as your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Your juices flowed down his palm and the King pulled them from you. Lifting them to his mouth to lick clean.
His senses exploded with your nectar and he immediately wanted more of that sweetness between your legs.

"Little pet, my sweet little (y/n). You and I are going to continue this lesson late into the night." King Arik hummed against your ear. Pawing at your breasts as you laid limp against him. "You and I have much to discuss."