Telur Naga Menetas Novels & Stories

“Now she serves as a seer and a cum oracle. With every climax, she speaks prophecy.” “Are you serious?” Emma stepped closer, intrigued. “You’ll see.” Terra turned to the Naga and snapped her fingers. From the shadows emerged a Minotaur—taller than ten feet, with broad shoulders and chains dangling from his wrists. His cock was already hard, thick as Emma’s forearm. “Speak, priestess,” Terra purred. “Make her scream, beast.” The Minotaur growled and moved behind the bound Naga, who gasped and hissed, her tail thrashing as he began to rut her brutally. The room pulsed with power as the Naga’s glowing eyes rolled back.

The serpent responded in a sibilant hiss and leaped towards them in the deadliest move that would freeze anyone in the air. “Runnnnn! Teressa! RUNNN!”, Murphy screamed. Teressa stood there petrified, looking at him to arrive. They were hopeless against the power and uncooperative creature. Naag the serpent started to reveal wholly through the big circular door as if it were designed for it, it turned out to be a long, huge and disgusting. It couldn’t wait any longer for the task to be finished. With a swift movement of its heavy, hairy tapered tail, it took hold of the Teressa so tightly that she couldn’t move but scream atop her voice.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, praying it didn’t see me. There coiled up on the dark stone floor, was a huge Naga. His body was larger than any I had seen. Scales of pure black covered his full body, and his torso skin was dark with hints of green. He was curled up and looked to be sleeping, but I couldn’t be sure. I wasn’t about to risk it but I needed to get down there. I was about to close my eyes, to feel for the pearl, when I froze. My heart thudded as my eyes flew open, and I stared at the Naga.

I told her. “All the hounds of Hell are coming. I will leave before then.” I looked at her curiously. “Little vitteraï,” said the naga. “You have the sight?” “I do,” she replied. “You can’t have it with this collar,” the naga said. “I don’t need the sight to know that my husband is coming.” The naga scoffed and laid her back against the wall. “You won’t be this hopeful once they get to you.”

But it surely did took such great time for me to be able to get the very image I once had ‘ Realizing what was happening, it took Emric no time to charge at the Naga the moment he show a sign of opening. But to his surprise, that naga is nothing but a mere illusion. And so does the numbers of eggs that was surrounding him. ‘ Oh, what a fool. Do you believe I build up a nest under your home? I am not a fool to gamble in that thing at all, little Emric ‘ “ Where the hell are you? “ ‘ You guess. Come… find me. Just like what I did to you before ‘

What was certain though was that in the time that Tamerlane and his group disappeared, sightings of peculiar, anthropomorphic reptiles began. The Nagas, whose name translated to “snake people”, were a race of monstrified Slayers. They had immense strength, a certain degree of longevity, and various mystical abilities. People claimed they were tengu that had taken over the identities of dead Slayers because they wore ō-yorois, which were a type of heavy armor reserved especially for times of open war, but they carried them with careless disregard for the color and design of the lacing and marched under a disarray of banners, not unlike how hermit crabs would occupy empty scavenged shells.

And now it was being shoved before her on a platter she couldn’t refuse. With a start, she looked down at the squirming swaddle hanging from her neck. Netra was awake, and judging by the sounds she made, distinctly unhappy. Anzi undid the blanket with deft fingers, detaching it from herself and releasing the hatchling from its confines. And just as she had guessed she would, Netra began screeching anew as loud as she had the first time when she had crawled out of her egg. “Patience,” she muttered under her breath even though it was futile. How nice it would be if dragons could understand human speech. “Hope you like fish.”

Because Nerites is breeding me again. His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse. Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.

The nagas. Some lay coiled together in the shade, their bodies half-submerged in the shallow pools. Females rested peacefully, their glowing eyes half-lidded as their mates curled protectively around them, tails intertwined. Their scales shimmered in the sunlight, rich in color—deep greens, vibrant blues, and striking purples. Then there were the children. Young nagas darted through the streams, chasing each other with delighted hisses, their laughter echoing through the open air. Others slithered through the grass, their tiny hands reaching for insects or splashing playfully in the ponds.

The Naga’s, snake people, the ones with the human upper body and snake bottom. Chan could not believe it when he saw them, he smiled and said, “May the gods be with you.” They smiled back at him and waved before they dived deep into the water and swam away. Nazima could not believe how she looked in her true form. Her tail was longer and stronger. She felt stronger now that she was in the water, it was like the water was giving her more power. It was the sea creatures can recognize her, and they swam around her. She laughed happily, but her laugh soon turned into a frown as she remembered the slaughter of her people.