Naga Dewa Novels & Stories

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.

Devina was running through the woods as fast as she can when her mother caught up with her. "Can you tell me exactly why you're in a haste to see Sharon?" Hannah asked. "When you knocked me out i saw something about the night the hunters attacked Sharon's family and my visions are always true?" Devina said panting heavily to catch her breath. " Sharon and Maggie weren't the only Nicholas who escaped that night... Their brother Jackson did?" Devina said. " What do you mean? ." " Jackson Is Primus, The Leader Of The Nagari Coven." Devina said.

Screams—pleasure and pain—slithered through the cracks. Inside the Room of Fates, the walls were covered in silken vines that moved on their own. In the center stood a plinth of black marble, and tied to it was a stunning Naga, her serpentine lower half coiled tight around her own tail. Her breasts were full and glistening, her tongue forked and eager. “She was once a priestess,” Terra whispered, stroking the Naga’s chin. “Now she serves as a seer and a cum oracle. With every climax, she speaks prophecy.”

She shared many stories about the Naga tribe that were passed down orally from generation to generation. “The great Medusa was once the founder of this land. She had tremendous holy powers that blessed and protected the forest. However, many people turned to stone after an atrocious curse had befallen her. The Naga tribe was the only tribe that served the snake goddess, unafraid of the curse.” According to Litha, the Naga tribe had a custom of training children to navigate the forest blindfolded when they were younger to clean and maintain the Medusa Shrine. However, a few centuries ago, the tradition stopped because a shaman said their goddess was no longer with them.

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.”

This was a Naga of the Azrez Naga Tribe, or as most Abnormals called them, Imperial boot lickers. The Naga were well known as being Abnormal traitors, allying themselves with the Ishtar and their gods. The word Naga was thrown as a curse amongst other tribes. They were the most despised of all Abnormals and the only reason they weren’t wiped out was the empire’s backing. Kronos instinctively spat at his feet three times, a Sintar way of telling the Naga before him he was beneath him.