Chu’si grunted, dragging the dead weight of the deer down the slope and across the stream. He hated having to carry so much but Pachu’a, grown fat with eggs, was eating like a horse and it was up to him to supply the meat the younger naga needed.

With a snort he tossed the carcass down, brushing his hands together to get rid of the fur as he peered around.

Pachu’a was not up on his favorite rock as he’d expected the youngster to be but with his distending stomach he knew his lover had been having trouble getting comfortable on it of late. Figuring the golden tailed naga had gone to find a warm patch of sand down by the water’s edge to sun on, he went down there to alert him to the arrival of lunch.

Immediately his sharp eyes focused on a path of newly flattened grass leading down to the stream’s edge. But it wasn’t leading to the cleared area. Wondering why his lover would head into the cat tails he followed it, occasionally lifting up beyond the brown stems to keep an eye out for intruders.

Pachu’a’s scent was strong as he neared the streams edge but there was something else too. It was a bodily scent he wasn’t able to place but it worried him. Fearing his younger lover had been harmed somehow he slipped around to the sharp drop down to the streams edge and paused in surprise.

His lover was braced upon his hands, the lovely face pinched in pain as he panted. Beneath his bent body was a hole dug in the sand. His upper tail was down in the hole and swished violently back and forth, sending sprays of sand into the nearby stream.

With a soft cry Pachu’a fell to his elbows, panting breathlessly for a moment, his tail limp and still but before long he was raising up again, face pinched as he grunted and strained, his golden skin stained with sweat.

Knowing his lover would prefer to lay his eggs in peace Chu’si slipped back into the cat tail field, quietly making his way back to their living area to wait his lover’s return.

**

Most of the day had past before Chu’si heard the splashing of water and raised up to watch the weary rattler make his way back upstream. His scales were covered in sand and Chu’si slithered down into the water to him. Brown eyes stared up at him, barely open from fatigue and he chuckled, urging his lover down into the water where he began scrubbing the sand from the scales.

Pachu’a yawned hugely, white fangs snapped in the air. Laughing softly Chu’si urged him over onto his back, cleaning his stomach. When his fingers ventured near his swollen opening his lover slithered away, scowling at him and covering the area with his hands.

Shrugging the black scaled naga heaved himself out of the stream and back up onto the land.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, gesturing towards the carcass he’d been picking at all day.

Pachu’a made a face, looking a little bit green around the edges at the thought of eating. Turning his nose up at the fare he slithered into their den, disappearing with a flick of his golden tail.

Chu’si remained outside, watching the first sun set before he peeked into their den. Pachu’a was fast asleep, curled in the corner on the fur of the great bear they’d killed together. Nodding to himself he slipped away and down the stream, eyes narrowed as he searched for the nesting site.

Pachu’a had covered it well and he almost went past it. Indeed he would have missed it all together if he hadn’t noticed the cat tails swaying on the rise above.

Glancing back to make sure his lover hadn’t followed him he moved over to the nest, brushing the leaves away from the area and sinking claws into the soft sand.

It was only a few handfuls before his fingers brushed against something hard and smooth. Oh so gently he brushed the sand away reveal the first of the eggs. They were bigger than his fist and he winced at the thought of his smaller lover forcing them from his body. Shaking his head he continued to dig until he had revealed all of them.

There were five in all and he was secretly pleased with it. Five was more than the average, a sign his lover was quite fertile. How many hatched would be a sign of his own personal fertility.

Nodding to himself he recovered the eggs, gently packing them away from predators and the elements. Scattering leaves back over the nest to disguise his actions he slipped away back up the stream. Every now and then he knew Pachu’a would come check upon the nest to see if it remained undisturbed but otherwise they would not go to it again. When the young hatched they would either claw their way free of the nest or they wouldn’t. It was cruel thing but it was an important right of passage. Young that were too weak to free themselves from the nest would be too weak to survive long in the real world.

It was just that simple.

Returning to their den he slipped inside and curled up around his sleeping lover. Pachu’a stirred long enough to give him some room upon the fur and then went right back to sleep.

Laughing nuzzled the sable hair and allowed himself to sleep.

**

Pachu’a woke up to a delicious feeling.

He arched and groaned, his hand coming to rest upon the large one, feeling it move as fingers dipped into his swollen slit and stroked him inside. Tilting his head back he stared up at his lover, crying out softly as a third finger glided inside.

Chu’si bent and kissed his lover, feeding off the soft gasps he got as he scratched lightly at the smaller naga’s insides. The entrance was soft and deliciously wet, still swollen from the laying. His fingers glided in and out with ease and, with an evil grin, he thrust in a fourth finger, making his lover arch and gasp beneath him.

“Yes,” he hissed, “writhe for me.”

Brown eyes stared up at the ceiling deliriously as the fingers danced within him, touching the pleasure nodes deep inside of him and making him tremble. “Please.” He whispered, licking his lips.

Chu’si’s eyes narrowed as the red tongue flicked out, overcome with the urge to chase it back with his own tongue. “Please what?” He asked, pushing his hand farther inside, loving how his lover pushed against it, crying out.

Pachu’a’s answer was to moan, brown eyes closing as he was stretched open. He felt a warm slickness as his organ slipped free of its sheath, leaving a trail of wetness across his stomach as it grew.

The hand left his body and he watched through slitted eyes as the black tailed naga licked his fingers, watching him with smoldering eyes as he raised up, bringing his tail forward.

“Prepare me.” Chu’si hissed, pressing his hips down.

Pachu’a obeyed, his tongue flickering down into his lover’s sheath, teasing the organ hidden within. His hands held his lover’s powerful hips as he licked and then sucked at the opening. With a growl from his lover the organ slipped free and into his mouth. He suckled it, tongue running over the bumps where he knew his lover’s spines lay hidden, waiting for the moment to spring free and tie them together.

Chu’si suddenly pulled away, sliding back down his body and he watched with hungry desire as the larger naga placed the V of his hand above his red swollen slit, using his thumb and index finger to pull the area open. Sharp pleasure flooded through him as the cool air blew over sensitive internal skin and he undulated, moaning wantonly.

The tip of his lover’s organ kissed his slit and then, with painful slowness, slipped inside. He watched it, panting as the burgundy flesh disappeared into the soft, silken folds of his slit. With a groan their tails came together and he sighed in delight, twisting his hips slightly to feel his lover’s rock hard arousal buried deep within him.

With narrowed eyes, Chu’si lifted up and Pachu’a cried out as he began a ruthless claiming of his body. He clawed at the black scaled hips as he was plundered, the impossible size of his lover forcing him open again and again until he thought he would lose his mind.

And then Chu’si snarled and thrust sharply into him, growing to over double his width.

Pachu’a screamed as he felt his lover’s spines slid and then catch on his flesh, trapping them together as cool liquid began pouring into him.

He thrashed and clawed at his lover, unable to pull away or escape from the organ that claimed him, filling him with his lover’s essence. Chu’si was as still and firm as a statue above him, green hair flowing down his back as he gasped, releasing more semen then he had ever done before. It had been building within him for weeks, unable to be release for fear of smashing the eggs forming within his lover’s body.

Ah but now . . .

Chu’si dropped his head, watching his little lover squirm and thrash against him, caught in his own throws of passion, drinking in more and more of his sperm with each tug upon the member trapped inside of him.

Sensing an end to his flow Chu’si reached out and gripped the smaller rattler’s organ, pumping it with practiced ease. He hissed as it split in the tunnel of his fingers, the golden rattler’s spines trying to catch on his hands. Immediately he released the thing, watching it spurt and splutter against Pachu’a’s chest, shooting as far up as his chin.

Grinning he lowered himself to lick it away, enjoying the feel of the panting body beneath him.

Wetness oozed from between them and flowed down their tails and he glanced back, smirking as he watched the white substance run down the side of the golden tail to puddle upon the floor.

Sensing they would be trapped together for awhile he gathered his lover to him, pressing a kiss to the pale lips and nuzzling his partner’s neck. He felt Pachu’a’s arms wrap about his neck and allowed himself to doze off, still buried deep within his lover’s body.