The world was slowly fading to grey, all color slipping away as the last light from the setting suns was sucked down beyond the mountains. All life was slowing and would soon still as the daylight creatures settled for the night. Bodies, both heavy and light, crushed grass or fallen leaves as heads lowered in the darkening forest and sleep arose with the darkness.

However the stillness was nothing but an illusion, the quiet unbroken by those whom the night woke.

But not all of the creatures who slipped through the grey-cast world were nocturnal.

Some were up to no good.

The grass parted silently beneath the pitch black tail. In the sun light the inky scales reflected rainbows of colors and, if one looked closely enough crisp perfectly diamond shakes could be made out, black upon bluish-black. Though of late the only ones who had discovered this pattern had only until their breath was crushed out of them to contemplate it.

The creature paused, raising up high as slitted eyes studied the small clearing. The tip of the serpentine tail flicked, causing the rattle on the end to vibrate. Instantly the rattle stopped and the creature hissed out a quiet curse as he curled the end of his tail as a reminder to keep quiet.

Yellow eyes narrowed and a dark smile appeared upon the handsome face as the creature saw the remnants of a the trail he’d been following since the setting suns had turned the sky as gold as the one he sought.

Lowering himself he followed the trail, sharp eyes watchful for any predator foolish enough to think him less then what he was and take him for easy prey.

He crested the small rise and paused in the moonlight shadow of a tree so that he could again rise up to his full height and peer down at the darkened edge of the stream.

His slitted pupils widened, becoming round circles in his golden eyes as he studied the banks of the stream. Cocking his head he sniffed and his lips pulled back over white teeth and sharp fangs as his suspicions were confirmed.

Licking his lips he lowed himself until his human stomach nearly touched the ground and slithered forward, following the delicious scent that made his mouth water and the area just beneath his scaled waist ache.

He moved with painstaking slowness, trying to stay in the thick underbrush to hide his extensive tail, even though the branches caught in his emerald hair and tangled in his curved horns. He paused often, testing the air for both his prey and for predators, following the tantalizing scent to the water’s edge. Pausing at the border between forest and stream he failed to look where he was placing his hands and the weight of his human half caused a branch to snap.

The sound shattered the silence and he froze but it was too late.

Instantly he heard the sound of something splashing into the water and he dove out, hoping to catch his prey. But all he saw was the tip of a golden tail disappearing up the banks of the stream.

Growling to himself he gave chase.

His prey was quick but he was larger and his extra length gave his side-wind greater power, allowing him to catch up to the one he followed.

Sensing impending defeat his prey hit the high ground and whirled upon him, a combination of a snarling hiss and threatening rattle making him rear up and sway as threateningly as the one above him did.

Though it was dark and his sight was more influenced by movement he was able to study his prey, even as the other calmed slightly to study him.

His prey’s human half was quite handsome, not as broad across the shoulders as his but the torso was as long and the stomach as strongly muscled. He was of the race of naga whose snake half dipped very low upon his human half, placing his sheath at the bottom of the V of scales.

He knew from the few quick glimpses he’d managed to catch of the other that his human skin was golden from the sun and it matched beautifully with the gold and rich brown scales of his tail. He had been able make out a brown V pattern in the gold scales down the back of the other’s tail and a delicate row of the rich brown scales framing the tan of his stomach. And off to the side he could see the furiously shaking rattle that warned him off.

That tantalizing scent reached him again as the wind shifted and he rolled back his shoulder, rising up as high as he could to show off his height and the thickness of his tail. He swayed seductively, trying to both calm and arouse the one before him. The other glanced down his body and he took a moment to glance down as well, the muscles of his stomach tightening as he studied the other’s sheath and the very slight bit of pink flesh that peeked out from the top.

His lips peeled back in a grin as he swayed forward, his eyes narrowed, searching for any sign of flight from the other. He was more then happy with the end result of his adventure. He’d been following this one for days, attracted by the cloying scent of one of their kind in heat.

“I am Chu’si.” He said, his deep voice startling the other. He placed a hand upon his chest, his sharp nails running down his stomach to trace over the muscles there.

He bit back his laugh as the other’s eyes followed his hand’s movements . . . all the way down before suddenly tearing themselves away from that part of him.

There was no answer from the other but he could tell from the way the strong back shivered he dared go no closer. So he began to circle his prey, being more then obvious about his interest in the golden tailed beauty.

The rattle slowed and then finally stopped as the other watched him with suspicious eyes. “You’ve been following me.” He accused.

Chu’si laughed and suddenly swayed towards the other, his tail curling about the smaller naga. “Of course.” He breathed, pulling his human half away from the suddenly bared fangs, but not before he had caught a glimpse of the other’s back . . . and how far down the other’s spine scales dipped to V in the back. He tore his eyes away from that area and shook himself slightly to regain his focus. He’d always had a weakness for that particular variation in their kind.

“What is your name?” He asked, pulling back to give the other the illusion of space but still keeping his dark tail ringing the other.

Coral lips pinched as though the other was going to refuse his request but when his gaze slid down again to the other’s obvious arousal a shudder ran through the golden form and he got the name of his prey.

“Pachu’a.”

Chu’si smiled. “Pachu’a,” He glanced down at the golden tail and nudged the smaller rattle with his own, “Funny, you do not look like a water snake.”

Pachu’a shrugged, a hesitant smile come to his face. “I like the water and it was in a tidal pool that I hatched.”

The black naga nodded thoughtfully. “It is a good place to hide. There is no scent.”

The wind shifted, as the fickle night winds were wont to do, and Chu’si emerald hire brushed over Pachu’a’s shoulder. Chu’si watched as the smaller naga’s eyes slid closed and another, stronger, shudder ran through his body. It was even strong enough to make his rattle give out a faint shake.

Sensing his moment Chu’si swayed closer, pressing himself against the smaller naga’s body. Pachu’a’s dark brown hair was as soft as sable against his cheek as he molded to his prey’s back, his hand slipped around the trim waist so that his palm rested against the gentle swell of the golden naga’s sheath. The body against him arched as he massaged the hot flesh, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as more of the burgundy flesh slipped free of the scaled sheath. With it came an even stronger release of the pheromone, making Chu’si growl softly as his own body was affected.

Pachu’a turned his head towards the sound of the growl and gasped as the black naga’s lips crashed down upon his, forcing his head back as the other raised up over him and then pressed him back. He whimpered as poisonous fangs pressed against his lips, forcing him to open his mouth or risk being cut. The moment he did so, however, a tongue forced its way into him, stroking his own in firm, controlled sweeps.

The shudders had become constant now and Pachu’a felt his eyes slip closed as he gave into his body’s urges, knowing he could not fight nature nor his own desires with the commanding creature so near to him, feeding off of his pheromones as being in heat made his body sensitive to even the slightest of touches.


Another growl rumbled through Chu’si’s chest as he felt the golden naga’s surrender. Lips still locked firmly to the other’s he finished his circle, coming chest to chest with his prey. He felt the hot, bared flesh against him and arched forward, swallowing the cry as the soft scales of his underbelly undulated against the other’s swollen organ. His nostrils flared at the scent Pachu’a was releasing and he pulled back, baring his fangs to the night sky as he felt his own organ slip free of its sheath.

Something touched the hot flesh and he arched and growled, staring down as his new lover lowered himself, bringing the hot flesh to his mouth. Chu’si grunted softly as he buried his hands in the brown hair and thrust forward, burying himself in the cool mouth. It felt heavenly against his too hot flesh and he thrust eagerly, enjoying the sensations that ran through him from the tip of his cock to the tip of his tail.

He growled when Pachu’a pulled back but the sight of the lust hazed eyes was enough to quiet him.

Moving forward he dipped down even as his partner raised up. Wrapping his arms around the smaller naga he found himself face to face with the handsome creature and spared a moment to meet him in another fierce kiss. When he gently pushed his lover back, Pachu’a let him, sending them both in a slow decent to the ground.

The spring grass was soft and the scent helped calm Chu’si enough to allow him to slow down and simply enjoy the feel of the warm body coiling with him. Pachu’a must have spent the afternoon hours sunning to retain such warmth and Chu’si reveled in it. Their tails coiled, pressing him firmly against his lover and he pulled back a moment to align himself. The head of his cock pushed against the slit beneath Pachu’a’s sheath and he lowered himself against the golden naga before a ripple of strong muscles pushed him up and into the other’s body.

Pachu’a arched and hissed, his eyes closing in bliss as the dark naga slid home into his body. The muscles of his lover’s body moved sinuously, causing the dark tail wrapped about his to shift and ripple as the thick cock rocked and slid in and out of him. His eyes opened and he stared up into the larger naga’s face, and he felt a rush of lust for the strong creature above him.

Gripping the thickly muscled arms he arched, pushing more of himself against the black tail and the glorious flesh that parted him. Another rush of lust ran through him and he shuddered, arching so much that his head rolled back and he felt the sharp points of his horns digging into the soft dirt beneath him. The smell of fresh earth could not disguise the heady musky scent of the one above him and he hissed fondly at his lover.

Golden eyes opened above him and he moaned as he felt Chu’si’s penis split, sharp spines that did not hurt gripped him, trapping him to the dominate naga as he felt the first gush of seed flow into his body. He writhed against the other, tugging at the cock trapped within his body and relishing in the feeling of being tied to the larger male. Sharp nails ran over his own flesh and he cried out hoarsely, causing his own seed to splash against his heaving stomach.

He continued to twist and twine against his dark lover, milking all of the larger naga’s seed from him until Chu’si grunted softly and lowered himself down upon him.

Chest to chest the two naga’s drifted off into satedness, still tied together as Chu’sei’s seed went to work.