The soft greens and greys of the swampland rolls by as a long serpentine body slithers through the brush and shallow water. On top of the long pale purple form, was a humanoid torso with a serpentine head. It was being supported upright with impressive body control and the surprisingly strong snake body muscles. His purple scales shone in the rays of daylight that penetrated the old and twisted trees. The deeper green of his underscales spread to his chest but also under the naga's form. The most attractive feature was his striking purple hair, possibly the first hint at his hidden potential and magical prowess. Another hint may have been the vaguely glowing tattoo of a flaming skull on Montiga's left shoulder and the aetherial chain around his other arm much like an armband.
Montiga was looking about, his form was intimidating to the natural fauna of the swamp save some of the stronger spirits and creatures but even they had memories from long before of Naga's. Montiga was trying to find various relics in the swamp, the forgotten naga kingdom here had sunk into the ground but parts were washing up or having re-emerged. His consciousness took form as a great spirit that could astrally project from himself if needed but right now it spread its awareness for any signs of his kin. His predatory senses also worked in tandem, his snake-pit snout drew in smells and heat like a natural radar.
Something else had picked up his interest that morning as he was searching and he was making a direct line to it. The waters were getting deeper and the swamp more lush. The smell of a distant ocean and even the feel of a small tide in the water were all indications that he had reached somewhat the edge of the biome.
He suddenly stopped, his form naturally fitting close to a tree for stealth. He peered past the mossy trunk, further through the hanging vines and through the many contorted trunks of swamp trees and he saw a rustic looking and rather large wooden hut. It was on high stilts with planks heading down to a small jetty with an airboat. The hut was somewhat on an island in a larger lake.
Sitting on a wide rocking chair the porch of the wooden hut was a rather portly, tall anthropomorphic alligator. His ollive hide seemed to bulge and turn a softer muddy green on his chest. The many segmented scales move to much smoother looking and bulging slats of scale. In the sunshine, his muscles showed off even as he sat restfully. One would think he would be complete with overalls and a straw hat to complete "the look" but instead he was stark naked, and quite proud it seems. It was hard not to be as he was packing quite the magnificent and plush looking cantaloupe sized balls between his legs. His thick cock lying lazily on top. He didn't seem to mind as he rocked and swayed as he stared out over the swamp with reddish glowing eyes. His hands lazily held a long fishing pole.
Montiga thought about the big males presence; It was true that these lands were in ruin but, as a point of pride, he felt offended that someone was now squatting on his ancestral lands. Even if he's not evidently a threat and just fishing and hanging out by his shack, Montiga deliberated on if he should cast some magic to just chase him away.
Before Montiga could further deliberate, the gator gets off his chair, and packs up his fishing kit. He was already naked but Montiga couldn't help but feel he was skinny dipping. He was rather shameless about it too. He seemed to grow more and more hot with irritation as he watched him scoop water and wash his big form. Watching him bend over, his massive tail high, and his "family jewels" swinging about. Then he would lay against the bank with his massive package floating nicely in the water and just stroke himself gently. Monty scoffs at the sheer gall of the gator and his lack of awareness. Though, he couldn't help but sink further into enjoying the voyerism.
Montigas tail thrashed about as he hugged the tree, his twin cock heads peeking free, as he ground his pelvis against the tree.
"Stupid sexy gator. I will get revenge for my ancestors on that big ass of yours". The naga scoffs and turns away, slithering almost as fast as he arrived. He would continue his search away from the offensive Alligator.
In the distance behind Montiga, Allister the alligator would grin a toothy grin. It stretches across his muzzle. His red eyes glowed softly, twinkling with impish glee.
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After a week of trekking through the swamps, Montiga's patrols would creep closer and closer to the alligator's territory. Finally, the purple naga would get close enough to see the shack, though the gator was missing. There is a rustle in the thick swampy tree nearest to Montiga.
Montiga's senses flared up a little late as the 9 foot tall form of Allister thumped to the ground in front of him. His fat calves take the weight of his landing, easily leaving an imprint of three large toes in the swampy dirt. He devilishly smirked beneath a messy cover of mud and plants that had stuck to his body and stumpy snout.
"Yon don't be a ghost or spectre of sum sort?" he asks in a guttural and deep bass voice. His aura felt like the depths of a deep dank cave had been given voice and life.
"Naw, you'd been lookin faw some-ting. Be'tcha yous kin of dem ol' bones dat been spill'd all ova me swamp"
He licks lips and looks at Montiga.
"Mayhaps ma ancestors ayte yours, eh boy? Da fall of da Naga's was a nasty ting but now dey are food for da spirits here. Yous best be careful…"
Montiga's eyes glowed gold letting trails of glow spill out the corner of his eyes.
"If you know that Naga's ruled here then you should mind your manners and show me some respect. I am royalty compared to you."
The alligator absent minded begins to flick and wipe off mud and plant matter from his belly as he puffed out his chest in feigned indignation. His belly bounced up and down, his hefty balls and shaft swayed under him.
"Ya might be sum sorta Princeling or evan a King, but my fealty is ta da spirit of da uurth and yous are a stranger in dis lands. Ee-ven a king need-a inv-a-tation if he tresspasses"
Monty's eyes glowed brighter as he reached for the handle of his mystically hidden sword. His mind reaching out for the power and confidence of his sword, his ire rising as the gator continued with his lackadaisical attitude.
"I warn you sir. I am no pushover. I am a powerful sorcerer and on a vital errand. All the creatures of the swamp can feel my power and fear me. I traverse these lands with ease and none of its secrets will be hidden from me. Yet you threaten me and say I am a stranger and trespassing? I hope you think about your words very carefully"
The Gator would reply with a laugh that bubbled up from his belly. At the same moment, hardy vines and roots sprouted out the ground and coiled around the naga's body, holding him down. Their fast movements mirrored the movements that the naga's kind was known for. Montiga would take a deep breath reaching for his magic and willed his body to be incorporeal. He would attempt to pull his sword from the void but the binding would hold fast, the vines draining his magic from him pumping it into the land making it all but impossible to use his magic. The roots sap his power like electricity leaking into the ground.
"Ayy, yous mite hav'a power and mite beat me inna du-el of "magik", but yous stood da -feet-ted by tree roots. Dis was an easy du-el Montiga of the Hidden place, of "magik" ta touch souls, and bee-ing a "magik" warrior. Now, I shall have yous for dinnah."
The Gator would casually walk over to the bound snake and drag him towards his shack, his hands wandering over the naga's bound form. The gator would be surprised to find that his body felt soft under his rough hands with a pleasant bulge of underlying muscle that showed years of training and hard work despite his girth.
Once they reached the shack, he put Montiga down on his oversized bed with a soft quilted sheet and what looked like feathers stuffed into the duvets. There was a small iron stove in the corner and a rudimentary sink and kitchen but the biggest feature of the hut was a large cauldron in the middle. It was large enough that even someone as large as the naga could fit inside comfortably.
"Yous a funne one. Yer spy on me and then yous run away. Even if yous have all yer hocus pocus, you ain'te find any-ting. So yous come back ta me. Pity yous fi-ting against da spirit of the swamp since me and 'er hav sum-what of an agreement fo my protection."
He stomps across the wooden floor and heads to his small kitchen. The gator would smoothly reach over and pick up a large, stained, raggedy old apron and slide it on over his gut. Despite himself, Montiga would notice that the apron barely covered the gator's large belly and did nothing to hide how generous nature had blessed the gator downstairs.
Soon after, he picks up a metal pot and some large cups and saucers. He places them carefully on the table and begins to fill them with water and what smelled like fragrant herbs and roots. Not long after he picked up a cup and stared over it at Monty, analysing him.
Idly the gator would sip at a large cup, with pinky up even, and motions his hand towards the snake. The roots loosen and the bindings on Montiga's body fall off him.
Montiga would feel a rush flow though his body leaving him feeling re-invigorated and refreshed. His powers buzzed at his fingertips for a moment.
Monty got up and looked over curiously at the gator from the soft bed. The gator eyes shone as he smiled from behind his large cup.
"So, howa yous like yer bacon and eggs?" The large gator would say offering him the other cup of tea.
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The alligator would introduce himself as a druid named Allister. He acted as an arch-druid of the swamp and would tend to it. In turn it offers him some protections. He starkly refused to elaborate on his duties as well as the full extent of the swamps' protections but did hint that it was more than Montiga could handle.
After some time had also passed, Allister had prepared a small feast that included ingredients foreign to the swamp. He explained how he was not too far away from the shore and that he would head to town to help with their illnesses and problems and to inform them about the happenings in the swamp. He even gave tours to curious tourists.
The sun begins to sink lower and lower in the sky as they chat. The alligator even pulls up some dusty books and tomes about the collected history of the area. Eventually the subject comes back to their altercation.
Allister noticed that the naga had calmed down somewhat when he realised who and what Allister was. In kind, he got a little more serious and took some time to hear the naga's plea about the territory. The alligator's dark olive form scrunches forward as he puts his hands together. He nods and seems to close his eyes and enter a mild trance. It doesn't last long and he opens his eyes slowly. He declares that he is willing to amend his contract with the spirit of the swamp to include the sorcerer snake if he can pass a trial. If Allister wins, he gets to do whatever he wants with Montiga for a couple of hours.
Montiga watches the apron slowly tent as he says this. He even offers Montiga the same prize as an added bonus.
"When yer out in nature, yous rarely git a gud lay. S'pecially wid a wild and puissant naga like yerself"
Montiga hides a small bit of surprise and genuine appreciation that the older gator seems to show. The big gator gets up, his big form brushing past Montiga and leaking off some of the body heat onto him. The gator smelled faintly of warm stone and wood. He opens a trap door to a gap beneath the floorboards and Monty is treated to a wonderful view of his meaty underside and large orbs as he fetches two large casks of moonshine.
"Nature gives uss an boun-tee and eyy tink dis is a good tyme for sundowning"
He approaches and Montiga flinches for a moment as he thought he might be hugged by the large pectorals but instead gets a large barrel thrust against his own firm chest.
"Finish dat be-fore mey and yer win. No cheatin with any "magik". Yer young and strong. Yer might have a small chance". He pats his big belly, he had clearly had his fair share of drinking.
His muscles still show through all the heft as apparent with his free arm effortlessly carrying the fifteen gallon half-barrel. They both grab oversized wooden mugs and sit on the edge of the raised wooden porch outside. Their bodies were getting warmed by the late day sun as it was nearing its final descent for the day.
The contest began, both parties were large, reboust ,and heavy set in their own ways as was natural to large reptiles. The moonshine sinks in like a warm vapour collecting around them. Their bellies tingle inside as the spicy brew numbs them inside to out. Though both creatures seemed quite in control of their gastric process as their bellies gurgle and process the alcohol efficiently.
The big gator laughs and pats his belly. Watching the sun kiss the horizon and testing the barrel next to him, feeling it was still only half empty.
"Bout half left. Yous?"
Montiga smirks as he had done three quarters of the barrel already.
"Jokes on you. I have sailed the high seas as well, and drinking games are my specialty. This swill ain't scaring me"
The gator nods slowly, giving a loud belch. His breath smelled like plants, cinnamon, and spiced rum.
"Ayy, might be true for regular moonshine but dis be a Druids moonshine. Dis be used fer rituals and communion wid da spirits. Fer a tiny hu-man, dey be flyin wid just a small cup. Yah shuda paced yerself"
The alligator gently reached out an arm and you felt your back lean on the soft pads of his hands. Montiga were not used to being tipsy so quickly. His arms felt like they lagged behind a few seconds and the falling light in the distance was skittering across the mindscape behind his eyes. The trees sagged and stretched. His naturally curious mind began to reach out in all directions and expand. His spirit began to float like the lilies on the water before him. Meanwhile, his tail feels like its become an anchor as it touches the waters below the wooden deck. He feels like he was slowly being dragged in. Allisters grip tightens and he pulls Montiga against his big chest scales and gives him a kiss on the forehead.
"I tink yous hav lost. If I let yous go, you'd take a bigga drink dan ma moonshine"
He gently strokes and massages the snake chest like playing a fine instrument. The world is a bit faint for a while for Montiga as the deep voice calls him a light weight before leaning down to kiss his neck and caress him lower and lower down his torso.
Montiga feels the blood in his veins burn a little as his body responds to the stimulation. His cock begins to push out of his slit with a wet shine. Allisters cock also begins to rise like a monument slowly being hoisted by rope. Its girthy length swaying, throbbing, and strengthening its firmness with each pulse and tug from his kegal muscle.
Up close, the crocks tip had an alluring uncut tip with some mild bumps and ridges around the fat head. Montiga's twin cocks begins to flare up and stand fast and proud in the early evening air. The golden glow around them showing off their petaled tip and the shine of his leaky profusions. He finds himself coiling his tail up onto the gator's lap and turning his chest to meet the gators. They rub and push against each other and moan with burgeoning passion as their cocks begin to rub against each other.
"Yud also maybe a lap dancer or a professional cock charmer. Yousa sucked a lot of cock eyy boy?"
Allister's biceps flex as he picks up the heavy coils under Montiga to pull him higher so that their dicks tips touch. The precum mixes between them and soon it smacks between their bellies as they begin to passionately press and grip each other. Their maws interchange tongue, spit, and heat.
The large alligator can't help but lean further and further back as the snake mounts his belly and grinds away lettin his massive rod poke and prod the coiling snake's body. Smearing precum along his side as the unwashed gator's musk began to permeate the air.
His big balls bounced between his thighs, stinking of prehistoric reek. Like he had crawled out of a different time all together. His scales were surprisingly warm even as the evening damp and cold rolled towards them. Their core temperatures rose and made a slow steam rise over them. Their bodies hazy in the last bit of golden glow before the fireflies would skim over the water.
Montiga watches the big alligator's maw above opening and shutting with intense pleasure. Lusty thoughts evident in the slow flick of his broad tongue. He mumbles and murrs though eventually he seems to come back to reality and he stares down at Montiga with a cocky grin. Though there is a softness to his big chubby jowls and his body too. He leans forward and whispers in a vulnerable and broken voice.
"I want you.."
Montiga is a little stunned. Allister notices the hesitation in Montiga. He uses the opportunity to lift the nagas tail up to pet it and massage his body. He grips his hips and slowly begins to push him off but not away. He uses the opportunity to lower himself off the porch so that they are standing on the shore and shallows near the hut.
Montiga's body coils away around him as his torso leads lower and lower. His snout inches from the big throbbing mast of the gator as he is soon eyeline with the massive and very actively throbbing nuts. Montiga doesn't think twice as he licks away at the soft and shiny balls. His ministrations soon included the dark taint. His snout more nudging and nuzzling the area then any real concentrated licking as the big gator stands still for his pleasuring. His big nuts sway back and forth.
The gator grabs an arm full of long serpentine body and soon grabs the tail tip of the snake. He pulls it up between his chest and begins to lick and suckle on the tip, leaning his head against the wall of his hut. His red glowing eyes look down in some amusement as the nagas body was contorting better then any circus performer, his cocks out for inspection even in his current position. Though he nearly gave an audible whoop of surprise and lust as he saw the twin cocks pushing further out. The deeper reddish purple part of the shafts now fully engorged and their surprisingly long form lazily leaking onto his wooden deck. He realised he clearly had hit on something the naga really liked as he fed more and more tail into his maw and watched them bounce and twitch in time.
"Yer one of dem pur-verts dat like bee-ing eaten ain't ya?"
He strokes the snake's tail, enjoying having the strong muscles of the snake's body tense against him.
"Yer should be swimming inna my nuts instead of da swamp. I tink das a good prize fer winning I tink. Make my nutz extra fat please as punishment fer bee-ing such a greedy snake"
Montiga feels a slow and burning arousal spread through his frame at the thought of getting more intimate with the alligator's big musky cock. His head naturally snakes its way against the balls, making each bounce and show off the big orbs hidden underneath. The snout continues up and along the shaft till they kiss the tip. It gasps and stretches readily against the snout without much pushing. The snake tongue flicks out and tastes the wonderful taste of precum. The big yellow reptile eyes are focusing and narrowing on their prize. The musky cave of a large, sexy alligator. He couldn't wait much longer, and with renewed vigour he dives headfirst in making Allister kiss the floor with his cheeks clenching hard.
Montiga's shoulders not taking much effort to stretch the cock entry wide and slip over the rounded muscle. He loved the dark and dank interior. His face was bathed with squirts of precum and he could feel the insides squeezing against his sensitive snout. The large scaled claws on the dark green reptile crawled over Monty's back and began to grip and massage it.
Monty begins to crawl into the cock slowly as Allister keeps licking and kneading the purple tail. His fingers work along the back and scritch and scratch along it luridly. Monty would find the pull of the stretched out pink cock was extra strong. It was like being sucked into a sinkhole. The unique musk was incredibly errotic. The big alligator moved his hands in circles on the back before eventually he slipped his claws under the snake's belly to tease his cocks as Montiga eagerly wormed his way into the distended cock. The purple reptile's face shows up as a moaning bulge around the middle of the shaft.
"Love da twins yous got der. Wish I had a second cock. Can't win em all"
Allister enjoys feeling the squirm down until you fill his nuts to impressive levels, it touches the water between his calves and soon bobs in the shallow water as he massages the twin cocks between his palms. Alisters cum filled insides are slightly more concentrated in their musky spice and cinnamon scent. Monty's nostrils are ablaze as his body is washed with white thick goop. They wash back and forth against you as the nuts squish and clench between Alisters thighs. The action begins to churn on you.
He growls as he lets his knees knock against his big balls and he grinds his butt on the shore as his cock flexes and flicks, with just the thick and long tail sticking out. Monty still feels pretty drunk and the full dunking had begun to make him feel faint. His vision washes with white. He can't help but feel comfortable and at ease despite becoming increasingly like goop along his extremities and his purple colour beginning to fade.
He pushes his body against the balls more and more, his hands making the balls stretch as he fights against the rapidly shrinking fleshy walls. Soon his body would coil against itself and his loins were pushed right against his chest conveniently.
Monty wastes no time pushing his hips up and letting his twin cocks smush against his maw. He would catch both against his lips at times, both twitching, pumping, and spurting precum. His body would flex and wriggle as he was having waves of ecstasy crash against the growing feeling of numbness and calm. The tension made his eyes roll in his head.
All the while his body sinks almost wholly into the cum and his tail splashes into the churning alligator batter. Back and forth, churning and sloshing the cream and adding his own extra special purple snake flavour. The feeling of letting go and merging with the cum was making his mind blow. He was expanding in consciousness while being squeezed tighter. Something began to push in and kneaded against him. The gator had likely begun to massage and grope his bloated balls. The churning and tensing started to kick into high gear.
The gator grits his teeth and clutches the cold mud as his hips begin to rise and make waves in the shallow water as his balls splash and bounce on the surface, getting bigger and bigger as his cock stiffens.
Monty can't take the stimulation anymore as his mind breaks and his suckles hard on his cocks. His inner balls tense and spurt hot ropes down his own maw. They shudder and fight against his sucking maw before one breaks free and hoses into the cum tank around him. He rocked about violently, shaking about and sinking further in till all at once the tide of cum in the gators balls rose over him and he was lost in the white hot soup.
"FFFUUUCK! MAGIC FUCKING SNAKE PACKS A PUNCH.... my nuts are so fucking swollen"
They keep expanding till he cant even see over them. They churn and churn till he also can't take it anymore and finally there's a massive rush of wake water as his balls contract violently. His cock expands like a hose full of water and he begins to paint himself and the water white with excessive amounts of cum.
He cant handle the pressure and the blowback of the cum makes his cock rock and strike him in the chest nearly winding him as he flops back against the ground and his cock goes vertical, showering his whole body in creamy naga. Soon the fountaining even reaches his house and porch, flooding it and splashing the roof. The most potent and hot spunky shot blowing his door off its hinges even.
"F-Fuuck it wont stop… FFFF"
Allister keeps cumming for an hour or more before the moon rises high in the sky and he can finally wobble to his knees and crawl back inside his hut, with his massive sack sliding wet behind him.
He manages to steady himself in his shack and picks up his several foot long cock, pressing it above the big cauldron.
He gives a sharp moan and sigh as his cock naturally nuts again, seemingly continuously orgasming. His cum splashes into the cauldron and it begins to fizzle and foam.
The alligator gives a sharp intake of breath and begins to shudder as he begins to cum again but the cum seems to bend in the air impossibly and lands splashlessly into the cauldron.
His chest heaves faster and faster as his nuts deflate behind him, achieving walkable volume within several almost agonising minutes.
Then, as if he was allowed to move again, he shudders and falls backwards. The cauldron froths intensify and the fire underneath turns green. Soon there's a creamy white bobbling shape pushing out the cauldron's middle and then, a purple clawed hand comes out.
Within a few minutes, there seems to be a long serpentine tail spilling over the side of the cauldron as Monty is slowly pushed, moulded, and reformed by some mystical process.
After several minutes, the frothing surface reaches its highest intensity and with a wet explosion it spits a rather hot and steaming naga.
Allister gets up and pats his belly, murring and licking his lips as he reaches down and massages his bigger and heftier balls and cock.
"Welcum back. Dat was fun wasn't it? Wanna go faw round two?"