I Don't Mind
Leem can only get up when Samek says they can.
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I Don’t Mind By Limewah Gift story for FallBeneathTheEarth, featuring her character 18+
He’s not that pushy. It’s fine. I don’t mind.
I like it when he comes into my room from the forest and makes himself at home. It’s nice when he comes by, especially when he looks at me with those pretty blue eyes, and they swirl, and my mind swirls, and I fall into him, and just when I start to drown…
He looks away from me and pushes his sandstone coloured, copper-speckled flesh into my stomach.
A lot of sensations hit me at once. Some of them are a little unpleasant.
All my body heat is being contained by Samek’s coils - the same colour as his face, with strands and flecks of butter-yellow. I feel like I’m wrapped in a space-heater, even though I know the heat’s coming from me, not from the naga.
I shake my head - as much as I can, anyway. Samek’s wedged my head in a divot he made from a length of coils, a bit like a huge neck pillow.
How did I get here? Why was I thinking like that for a moment?
I know the answer for that.
“You smell sssso nice…”
He sniffs me, inhaling long and deep like he’s preparing to dig into a big hearty meal. But he doesn’t bite me. He just pushes his face as deep as he can into my russet stomach and rubs himself right into it, getting a proper faceful of red panda gut.
His squishy nose, his smooth skin, and his nibbling teeth… how could I not squirm? Although I can’t squirm all that much in those thick piles of coil, still pinning me to my bed. He matches all of my tugs and pushes with more weight; I’m not moving till he allows me to.
Might as well try and enjoy it, I guess.
His left hand has grabbed a fistful of my stomach. His nails aren’t quite sharp enough to do more than tickle a little, and I can’t really pretend it doesn’t feel nice.
The other hand is fondling and stroking up and down my white and red ringed tail. That part of me is a lot more sensitive; my tail tip flicks and wiggles, and the only thing keeping it from pulling free from his possessive grip is the tight loop of scales wrapped around the middle.
He’s way stronger than me - of course he is. He’s a naga. His lower ‘half’ (more like his lower four-fifths) is almost pure bone and muscle, dense and dextrous. And I don’t even get to enjoy their cold-blooded coolness, since he’s currently stealing my heat.
I groan, letting him know of my discomfort, and he looks at me again.
Actually, the coils feel really good. And he’s smiling at me, with his big pretty sharp teeth, and I like smiling back at him when he looks at me and smiles at me. It’s nice when he does it. I feel really nice. I like to look at him. I don’t mind that he’s groping me…
…within reason.
A coil brushes against my inner thigh, very close to my crotch and that wakes me right up. I scrunch my eyes shut and turn my head away - as much as I can, anyway. I’m held pretty fast, and I’m only able to move when his massive lengths of coils are relaxed - which is when he’s distracted with my body.
”Oop, sssorry!” Samek giggles, clearly not sorry in the least bit. “Did I ssstart hypnotizing you by missstake?”
”You never do it by mistake, and you know it.”
My tone of voice comes off a little harsh, more annoyed than I mean it to sound. Resting bitch-voice strikes again.
“Tch.” Samek scoffs good-naturedly; I can picture him rolling his eyes. “Guilty as charged…”
While my eyes are closed, I can feel his face move up. He plants kisses on my chest and nibbles near my collarbone. He rubs his face against my neck, and the slightly coarse strands of that mop of brown hair make me giggle and squirm.
”Hhhhow are you sssso sssoft…?” He huffs. It is kinda fun being desired this much, knowing I’m driving him wild with lust.
The coil wrapped around my thigh gives another squeeze, rolls up between my legs.
“Hey hey hey, stoppit!” I say, trying to cinch my thighs together to stop him in his tracks. But another dark-brown dollop of coils drapes over me and pushes down hard.
“I can tell you’re into all this, Leem~” Samek murmurs with his lips against my jawbone. As his mouth moves up to my ear, his thin tailtip twists around the scrunchie holding my hair up, and pulls it free to let it all tumble into a mess over the thick neck-pillow he’s made for me.
“I can feel it in your racsssing heart-beat. I can sssmell it in your ssscent too.” His tongue flick-flits against my ear, and he blows a little puff of air into the canal.
Fuck. That always works. My body twists as much as it can, and I moan embarrassingly loudly.
”You ch-cheated, Samek,” I whine, “You were hypnotizing me! You know that turns me on!”
”You’d do the exact sssame thing if you were in my placssse. In fact, you have done! You told me what you did to that cute wolf girl lasst week - when’s she coming over, by the way?”
”I dunno. But I take your point.”
”Plusss… thisss fractionation thing you taught me about…”
A squeeze around my tummy makes me yelp and wheeze and forces my eyes open. He looks into them, and this time I see the sapphire rings coming…
Clear skies, clear undisturbed water, clear mind again, everything’s so clear, I should just keep looking into his eyes and doing what he says…because it’ nice and I feel nice and I should do things that make me feel nice…
The eyes return to normal, his serpent-pupils like a splash of cold water as I feel my thoughts weakly return.
“it’s ssso….”
Another pulse, before I can think, and I think about how nice he is and how nice his coils are and how horny he makes me, and his eyes are…
Back to normal, and I’m even more frustratedly unsatisfied and dazed.
”Much…” They’re back again, and I feel even more blue and clear and happy, and the coils get heavier and pushier and I’m happy to feel his bellyscutes against my bulging undies, and I’ll be happy when he…
…Stops the hypnosis again.
“Fun~!”
I look into his eyes, back to normal like before, his schoolyard bully grin, his forked tonguetip peeking out from between his teeth.
I’m still swimming. Everything is blue and clear and comfortable, even though I know I can pull myself out of it at any time. But it’s taking a while.
“It feels good being on the recsssieving end, huh?” Samek’s eyes narrow.
”Mmn-hnn,” I grunt, instead of saying “Really good” the way I would have if my head wasn’t still a clear blue puddle.
”Need help waking up?”
“Mmmnlittlebit,” I groan.
”Mmh, I figured.” Samek tuts. “I mean, I’ve been bringing you up and down, what…”
He takes up a length of his coils - the one that was pinning my arms to my sides - and counts some of the little speckles of gold streaked along it to keep track.
”Maybe, two dozen timesss?”
”Hah, damn…” I laugh begrudgingly. “No wonder m’ so out’f’it…”
”That’sss okay!” Samek grins down at me. “I’ll do a proper ‘awakener’ for you… though I’m not ssso good at them.”
”Mmm, sure…”
”And…” he flutters his eyes at me, and I swear I can see a tiny pulse of blue in them. “Maybe after that we can fuck?”
That request’s almost enough to wake me up right away. Fuck’s sake, he’s insatiable -
But his eyes are pretty and nice and I feel so good, and his coils push and squish me and I feel like wet warm dough, proofing and rising and making bubbles of air in my head…
When did I close my eyes…?
“Yeah, I think you need a proper awakener.”
Huh?
“Huh?” I ask.
”We were jussst talking about bringing you back up out of trancssse,” Samek said. “I think you dropped again for a moment…”
”Must’v,” I grunt.
“Ssso. Let me sssee if I can do this jussst right, bring you back out of trancssse. If I do it right, you sssaid we could have sssexsss after, right?”
”must’v,” I repeat. It sounds right. It feels right, I can’t remember it but I might just be too out of it. My short term memory does get a little screwy when I’m trance-drunk.
“Oh, you poor creature~” Samek giggles and looms up over me, still tugging on my tail and stroking it with both hands. “Alright, then… let’sss get you back up. Are you comfy?”
“Not… sure…” I grumble. My left leg feels like it’s falling asleep, so I try to move it. It’s smothered under a big chunk of coil, though, like I’ve been tucked too tightly into a bed. I shift my footpaw, and it moves - only a little.
That weight and pressure transfers up to my stomach, as another length folds over on top of it - just one more weighted blanket for the pile.
”Better?” He asks, his tail tickling behind my ears and playing with my headfur.
“Sure…”
”Okay. I’m not gonna sssay much… you know the way back up to the waking world. But there is a path you can follow, and I’ll help you follow it…”
I feel the weight of the coils slacken. A little more movement.
Especially where his coils are dragging between my legs.
I notice just how covered in pre-cum my underwear is, and can picture the snail trail of fluid I’m leaving all the way along as it goes.
His tail unwinds from my hair and strokes my face as it slides down and traces along my neck.
”As my weight unwindsss….” Samek says, very softly, almost kindly. “You feel your own agencsssy starting to return.”
He’s pushing his coils against my crotch as it moves.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I love it…
That thought isn’t quite my own, but… it’s fine. It’s fine that he’s doing that. That his hooks are so deep in me and his coils are squishing me…
The weight lifts from my feet, but I can barely move anyway. The smooth slick squish makes my toeclaws curl, but that’s all I can manage. I don’t know where to look - I can’t see my crotch thanks to the thick coils still around my torso, but I can picture it, feel it, tented and throbbing.
”nn…nn…. Nn….!” I moan and shudder, a particular sound he knows well.
”Ohhh, don’t cum, panda!” Samek giggles as he zooms in close to me, biting hard on my ear and making me flinch. “You don’t get to cum until we fuck, and we don’t get to fuck till you wake, so hold off, focusss on waking, focusss on returning to your full conscioussness…”
His circumference gets slimmer, and my thighs squish closer together as I buck and writhe, and bite down hard on my lap. He tugs on my tail like a bell’s rope, and my hips tug, and my cock jumps…
“I think you’ll be awake jussst when my tail getsss past your cock. You can make it till then, riiight?”
He’s right. He’s so right. I’ve gotta make it till then….
My feet lift into the air, and my arms grip and clench. Samek yelps, and his body quivers for a second.
”Gh, c-careful~!” He growls. “I’m randy enough as is…”
”Sorry,” I croak.
“Don’t apologise, sssilly, jussst focus on my tail, on the weight lifting, on your mind ssslowly waking. On your dessstination, and what’sss waiting for you on the other ssside of trancssse…”
His tail swirls along the small of my back, tracing little spirals as it goes.
I notice the room is a lot darker than when Samek slipped in, and wonder how long he’s been here.
The tail moves back up diagonally along my stomach, where a sash of muscular coil once was.
My inner monologue begins to spool up, reminding me of some weekend plans with a feline friend of mine, before I return to the immediate present.
The tail moves down from behind my neck, and I feel Samek’s arm take its place.
I look up at him, and into his nice eyes, even though they aren’t swirling, I can’t even begin to imagine looking away.
”Almossst there,” he says, his eyes thin slits. “Good, creature…”
The tail continues down my spine again, on the home stretch before it goes up my shaft…
My body feels a little cold, now that my heat isn’t being contained. The only part of me that’s warm - so fucking warm - is my crotch, still wrapped in my pre-soaked briefs.
“And as the lasssst part of my tail ssslides off… you’ll be back, won’t you?”
”Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah…” I croak. I’m basically awake. But I’m so fucking horny, I might as well still be in trance…
I look down at my shaft, throbbing, painfully hard. I can practically see the outline of the head, and the veins, through the tight fabric. And his glistening scales slowly sliding upwards, curving into a seductive arch that dips down towards my knees and slides off the bed.
How does he manage to do this without breaking the frame…?
Fuuuck, who fucking cares, I need his tail to just...!
His tail doesn’t slip into my briefs. He tickles my tightening balls, pushing inwards and rolling them back and forth. It takes ALL of my effort not to cum right then and there.
I’m definitely awake, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back if I was under… yes, I must be awake, he’s been doing such a nice job at waking me up…
His tail traces little spirals up the base of my cock. My hips jump with my shaft.
“I think you’ll be awake in three…”
he curls his tail upwards and wraps around it in a spiral-spring.
”Two…”
He squeezes it tight, and my entire being becomes focused on the task - don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, just wake…!
His tail uncurls. The tip remains on the tip of my cock. It remains there, still smearing pre.
The fuck…? Why is he not…?
I look up at him...
Oh, he’s so pretty, his eyes are so pretty, so swirly, and dizzy and happy and throbby and big smile bright blue clear blue sky sea me…
“Sssink right back down for me,” he coos, and his coils drape over me, and I sink deep into the bed, deep into the blue, so nice, so good…
”I changed my mind. I think I’d like to fuck you while you’re ssstill in trance. You don’t mind.”
I just lift my legs and open my mouth. I don’t mind.