Male Naga Novels & Stories

Alex hesitated for a moment before asking, “If you can’t get pregnant, will the blessing not work then?” Lena said, “Lord Saint, you just need to exert a little more energy, and it will be easy. Then, the body of our Naga tribe members can easily get pregnant.” “Can a human and Naga do it normally?” “Don’t worry. My ancestors were of human and Naga descent!” “That…” “Lord Saint, are you being shy? Then, I’ll turn off the lights…” She had a lot of sex appeal, and she was also very perceptive.

It's safe, Nara thought. "Do not disturb me again." Said Nara firmly. in every word, he prayed that it would be easier to escape the crocodile in front of him. Although he has only met a few times, Nara can confirm that a gnat is a typical land crocodile male. Nasty. As good as it is for yourself to pick up someone's children carelessly. Very far from the expectations of Deenara Shinta's ideal man. Again Nara gulped. Ideal man?

’, This time Sugriva was on fire. Bali jostled Sugriva, ‘Otherwise… you will be killed by me…Idiot’, Bali left the iron rod from the corner of the design department and raised it for attacking. Sugriva was afraid. He ran away. Bali was behind him, ‘Sugriva… Stop. Today is your last day on the Neptune. Soon, you will be with Shiva.’, Bali threw the rod, and it hit the back of Sugriva. He fell. Bali reached, left the rod, and smashed on the Sugriva’s right shoulder. Sugriva screamed. Sugriva gathered some energy and tried to run again. Somehow, he managed and escaped from the industry. Bali was still behind him. They both were on the street road of Kishkindha.

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked, bound tangle — bodies marked by ropes and welts, holes leaking profusely as the distant temple bells continued tolling through the night. Vikram knelt between the two sisters, fingers lazily pushing his cum deeper into both of their used holes, feeling the warm, sticky mix of their shared fall from grace. “Shiva and the Naga gods have accepted this offering,” he whispered darkly into the candlelit darkness. “Desire is not illusion. It is the true lingam. I am the living Naga king. You now carry my divine seed. Your bodies and souls belong to the left-hand path forever.”

He would be someone who would protect her… I guess I should dive in and find out. “Mei is a nagata,” I tell him. His eyebrows practically disappear into his hair, “I thought those were a myth.” “So are we technically.” “Good point. So, you’re saying she’s a snake?” He clarifies. “That’s correct,” I nod. “Though I haven’t seen her snake form. She’s actually never shifted, her form is there though, I’ve seen it in her eyes.” “That explains Chris’s mark,” he muses to himself. “Only thing I remember reading about nagatas is they were powerful and often guardians of royals or other powerful figures like that. How the hell does one end up a slave in a wolf pack?” He asks incredulously.

“It's a 50-50 chance..” Ashwin narrowed his eyes. “Meaning?” Ishaan leaned lazily against the counter, arms crossed. “You may look male but your naga body is female and female naginis can choose between laying eggs or giving birth since their human and naga bodies are both female. But for you?” He smirked. “You don’t have a choice.” Ashwin stiffened. “...What?”

“But forget about me. You have to be careful Nico. This Snake Man or Naga you told me about – you say he is keeping Constantin captive and his venom is slowly killing him?” “Venom? You never told me that.” Darina scowled at me. “What in god’s name is a Naga?” “An ancient snake race.” Mariana said. “There has to be an antidote for the venom I might have some books on it. Darina can help me search for it while you’re away.” “Good.” That ought to keep her occupied, keep her mind off me for a while, I hoped. “I have yet to see him transform if that is at all possible.”

"Why is it that you have the same aura as him?" "Who's Nigga?" Ace suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me on the head. "It's Nagga, you dimwit." "Ow! You don't have to hit me, bastard!" "Nagga was once the king of Gija's animal spirit." The queen said. "He was a golden brown wolf just like this one. Only bigger and powerful. A rightful partner for a king. His massive jaw can cut an enemy in half. It's speed matches a werewolf and a vampire. Some say Nagga is faster."

“Everyone talked about how he called her his Luna. Ridiculous, considering he didn’t have a pack, but he had hope. More hope than anyone I had ever met. He would feed her the best food, he had hunters working for him. Hell, he even traded meat with a human near the border of the forest for a suitcase filled with something. I don’t know what was in it. You ask her. I never saw the inside.” There was uncomfortable silence. There was acid in her stomach, burning everything it touched. Bitterness filled her mouth. She wished she could spit it out as the male had. “What else?” Negan asked in a perfectly calm voice. The male looked away as if deep in thought. His entire body was bound with rope so

Like the man himself. The underground chef might not crave stars, but the bastard still hungers for control. He serves you what he pleases and dares you to choke on it. And you will. You’ll choke, you’ll moan, and you’ll come crawling back for more. Neri is not a restaurant—it’s a reckoning. And if you’re lucky enough to survive it, you’ll still feel the aftertaste for days.’ Drake ran a hand through his hair and stared at the cracked phone screen.