Naga Vore Novels & Stories

I sighed deeply, feeling the pain she must have felt at the loss of all her people. “Your people? Your people didn’t do anything to me. I’ve done my research. We have books filled with the legacy of the werewolves and I wanted to make sure which ones I ate first.” Nagaara picked at her teeth to show her point. “Yes, well, they are my people now. Max and I are mates. If you kill him, you will probably kill me too. See, I also did my research, and we are completely different our species. Yours has figured out ways to survive without having a mate. Mine has only figured out how to survive with a mate. If you kill one, the other dies as well.” I explained, noting the puzzled look on her face. I

he said while not taking his eyes off his bride in a frozen state in the tube, making the blood flow from her eyes stopped that instant. Hakyi and Osiris then transported to the Naga or snake tribe where they specialized into entering someone's dreams and even can kill even in a realm on unconsciousness. Reaching the tribe, they went to the tent where the hybrid Nagas had gone out and meet them. "The bride has been compromised and the king want her back and her pursuers killed." Hakyi said while ten strong Nagas had followed as order. They then transported to the place where the bride had been placed. They bowed to the king before they rounded the tube where the bride laid down. They pla

I reply. “Will your brother follow through?” They ask. “Yes!” “You may pass and know we look forward to the demise of this man, but apologize that he is your mate’s father.” I remember, later as I find a spot on the trail I can rest, that Naga can read your thoughts or hypnotize you. They can alter your mind and memories and I must stay on guard. After a brief break, I decide I need to make it further up the trail before I can make camp for the night. I eat some fruit leather and jerky and sip my flask of tea and then continue up the winding path that edges along the cliffside.

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.”

– going to Mitrich, I sat down on the edge of the table. "Have you heard of the Nagas?" - ignoring my question, the goblin was taken aback by his own. I knew exactly as much about the Nagas as other werewolves. Nagas, they are snake people, were, and are, one of the first werewolves created by the Gods. For a long time they lived side by side with people, until the latter finally got them with their greed. Then the snake people went to live in another world - the underground, as we call it, only occasionally visiting people. They have a very simple hierarchical system - the kings of the snakes are the most important, since the snake is the only snake that has ancient magic. Each king has sev

Karen voiced, and the entire pack of werewolves chorused their enthusiasm of battling. D’Rona agreed and gone away to give her mind link to her father, Yanti Neguvex, about the call from Karen. Soon after D’Rona was away, Nora came in to visit Karen to execute her most devious plan of all times. “I” Karen observed her presence and asked her in coolest tone, “Welcome Night Fury, I didn’t expect your presence in my small Magma Chamber.” Nora hesitated to speak any since she understood he was in a bad mood and no wonder Karen may tear Nora with his furious fangs and sharp nails.

The innocence of the girls as they chased each other unknowingly, the way they chattered and tumbled onto the ground, it reminded me of Charlene and me from long ago… Everyone deserved a chance. There was no way for us to move on unless they left, but they didn’t seem to plan on going anywhere and instead settled down to eat some fruit. Hunter was right, often Naga slept during the day and awakened at night, which meant the moment darkness falls, this place would be crawling with them. Their senses were keen, their poison fatal, and their strength far greater than that of a werewolf. Hunter motioned us to follow, spotting a narrow path around the denser trees, and we did, slipping through th

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

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.”