“They were so kind when they spoke of me, Xavien. They even called me beautiful! I wish you could have been there to hear it.”
Finally more art of my naga, Karthikeyan (Kai). Minus his gold jewelry because I really wanted to focus on his skin pattern. Kai is revered as a god in the forests of India. He protects the forest and the tribes that live within it, so long as they are kind in nature, and is offered human sacrifice in return (which he only partakes in if the person is wicked with no hope of redemption. Otherwise, he releases them from their bindings and leaves). Being incredibly shy and anxious, Kai never engages in social interaction, choosing instead to lead a lonely, reclusive life in a temple hidden within the forest. He yearns for friendship, but is held back by his fear of frightening others and making a fool of himself, thus choosing instead to hold imaginary conversations with the remains of humans from long past.
“They were so kind when they spoke of me, Xavien. They even called me beautiful! I wish you could have been there to hear it.”
Finally more art of my naga, Karthikeyan (Kai). Minus his gold jewelry because I really wanted to focus on his skin pattern. Kai is revered as a god in the forests of India. He protects the forest and the tribes that live within it, so long as they are kind in nature, and is offered human sacrifice in return (which he only partakes in if the person is wicked with no hope of redemption. Otherwise, he releases them from their bindings and leaves). Being incredibly shy and anxious, Kai never engages in social interaction, choosing instead to lead a lonely, reclusive life in a temple hidden within the forest. He yearns for friendship, but is held back by his fear of frightening others and making a fool of himself, thus choosing instead to hold imaginary conversations with the remains of humans from long past.
The village you call your home, is surrounded by harpies. The harpies are revered, feared, adored, and hated in equal measures by those that live there. Their fearsome visage and reputation, keeps the village safe from attacks, none foolish enough to lay siege to a place where so many harpies call their home, and the few that had tried, having been dealt with swiftly. However they are also mischievous creatures, and care little for human laws, often stealing things from people in passing, or stores showing their wares. They have a particular love for stealing anything shiny.
The harpies are strange creatures. There’s no denying that they are terrifyingly alien in appearance, but there’s also no denying that they are still incredibly beautiful in a way that cant quite be verbalised. They don’t tend to interact with the people all that much, other than the few who fall under their favour, or interest them. Mostly, they simply watch people go about their days, tittering at their actions, or occasionally swooping in to cause some mischief.
You’ve only lived a few months in the village, but the harpies seem to have already taken an interest in you. There seems to be at least one watching you at any given time, tittering and making sly comments that leave you blushing or smiling. To the harpies, it seems, you are something of a precious jewel.
Things start to escalate as it nears spring, and the harpies start getting bolder, trying to lure you over to them constantly, or commenting on how you would look so good in some of the trinkets they own. Finding yourself just as interested, you willingly spend time with them, finding them to be strikingly intelligent creatures, with sharp tongues and wit. One of them, sticks out to you the most, the two of you seeming to click instantly, in a way you haven’t been able to with anyone before.
This harpy soon becomes a close friend to you, and at first, due to your lack of knowledge, you think that’s all she wants. Its not until you start to listen to other peoples curious comments or observations, that you realise it may be something more. All the delicate beads and pretty things, so lovingly woven into your hair, the jewels she insists you wear, and the way she primps and preens for you every time you look her way, her sisters tittering and teasing her for her actions. Its not until some bull headed boy keeps insisting on a date, and grasps your hand, that you understand.
“Don’t touch my treasure!” she snaps at the boy, swooping in out of nowhere and spreading her wings wide in a threat display.
She wraps her wings around you, surrounding you in silky feathers as she clutches you close, hissing insults at his hastily retreating back, and you cant help but smile and relax into her. Apparently you’re being courted by a harpy. And honestly, you’re cant say that the concept displeases you in the slightest.
The air was cool and refreshing, the sky dark and stars bright, making it a beautiful night for the little one to play. The child’s giggling was like tinkering bells, as they danced around the garden, chasing the fireflies with a carefree innocence that only children seem to master.
Hearing a rustling in the bushes, the child paused in their play, curiously stepping closer. A man stepped out from the shadows of the trees, clothes dishevelled and slightly dirty, eyes focused intently on the child, gleaming with greed. Terrified, instinctively knowing that this man should not be here, the child tried to take a step back. Quickly, the man lashed out, gripping the child’s arm tightly.
“Hey, hey! Calm down. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I wanna help you. You’re not safe here kid” The man spoke quickly, voice hushed and nervous.
The thief had seen the child, while he was trying to look for something to steal from the imposing castle, something that wouldn’t get him ripped to shreds by the devil within. He could see the fine clothes and jewellery the kid wore, they had to be from a family of high standing. He would get a pretty penny for rescuing a little human child from the clutches of such evil.
The child only struggled more, letting out a loud cry, their vocal cords not seeming to work quite right. The man cursed and quickly tried to yank the child closer, terrified of drawing the attention of the monster he knew lurked here. How the child hadn’t been killed already, he had no idea.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on the mans wrist, bones grinding together painfully, and forcing him to release the child. Now free, the little one quickly scampered into the strangers hold, clinging to them desperately and sniffling.
The would be thief, found himself following the hand gripping him, up to the creature towering over him, the very devil he had been trying to avoid. The Vampire scowled furiously down at the thief, shielding the small child away from view. He squeezed the mans wrist until it let out a satisfying crunch, and sneered down at him.
(Very quick story about the reader’s first time trying out the “Newest Monster Dating App”-OKCryptid)
It’s been a few years since you left
your last relationship. It wasn’t a terrible break-up, just things didn’t work
out for the best given the circumstances. And you were still friends with them
to this day, often sharing articles and funny pictures with each other, with no
interest in getting back with each other.
One day, they message you,
describing their experience with this new dating site they’ve been on,
fascinated with the new craze of dating monsters. You’ve been considering it,
but were never sure how or where to start. They sent ya the link, and off you
set to build up your profile.
It took a few days of looking, but
you matched up with a lovely Desert Ghost naga guy, named Kava, with striking
eyes, gorgeous wavy hair, and scale pattern. He described that he was studying psychology abroad and considering
immigrating to your state to work in Therapy once he graduated, in your
growing, daily messages back and forth.
You agreed to meet up at the next
available concert in your town. You both really enjoyed this band; he had never
been to one but enjoyed listening to their music when he could, and you of
course were a big fan. He had arrived earlier than you did, one part to impress
you, one part not sure the proper “procedure” of attending a concert.
You finally arrived, looking up to
see him periscoping the crowd trying to find you. He looked much more stunning
in the evening light; the white scales glowing in the surrounding tungsten
light. He eagerly waved to you, and you did so back. He dove back into the sea of
patrons, suddenly popping back up close to you.
“Oh wow…you look absolutely amazing
up close…,” you complimented him.
He paused, before covering his blushing
face and averting his gaze.
“Y/N…that’s so nice of you. I was
going to compliment you first but you beat me to it, heh,” he said nervously, “But
I still want to say that…just wow…wow…”
“A little tongue-tied?”
“Absolutely…and incredibly entranced,” he shook his head to snap back to reality. He
extended his arm out to yours, “Shall we? Also because I’ve never been to one
of these before.”
“I’ll give you the grand tour,” you
winked.
****
You two weren’t able to get the best
seats, but were far from the “nose-bleed” sections. Still a good location, on
the main floor. The concert was going amazing, til everyone started pulling out
their posters and signs, waving them JUST in front of you. You tried looking
around but to no avail. Til Kava noticed your distress. He picked you up in his
arms and lifted both of you up to look over the poster.
“IS THIS OKAY FOR YOU??” he asked in
an elevated voice.
“THANK YOU!” you answered back.
“ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?”
“THIS IS FINE! THANKS!”
****
The end of the concert went off
swimmingly. Everyone was tired, hoarse, and strangely covered in glitter from
somewhere. You both dragged yourselves out of the concert venue, sweaty and
exhausted. It was actually you who offered to have him join you back at your
home to relax and decompress from the night’s energy.
You got to your home and put on some
tunes while he got situated on your couch. He coiled in a pile as much as he
could on the cushions, trying to create a coil seat for you to sit in when you
got back.
“Is there anything you’d like me to
help with?”
“Hush, you relax. Do you want
anything to drink?”
“Just water, please?”
The music was low as you two cuddled
on the couch, both on the verge of passing out from excitement of the night.
Instinctively, you draped a thick coil over your shoulder that trailed down to
between your legs, cuddling closer to his upper body.
“You comfortable?” he giggled at the
sight of you nuzzling into him and being practically buried under his large
body.
“Y’know…I like the weight pressing
on me like this. You’re like a weighted blanket, AND you stay nice and cool.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said,
petting your cheek, and pressing his forehead to yours.
You dipped your head up to meet his
lips lazily, as a small moan escaped you. You wrapped yourself around his thick
snake body, pressing his coil against the heat growing between your legs.
“Y/N…you are…an incredibly gorgeous
human…and I would, more than anything, LOVE to see where this goes…but I don’t
know if I have the strength to stay awake long enough to enjoy you.”
“I understand,” you giggled at your
adorably tired date, “Maybe…next time?”
“I promise, next time,” he gently
kissed you back, “In the meantime, I would like to feel you in my coils, just
to embrace you fully, while we relax.”
You looked up at him, shifting in
your coily seat, “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
You cupped his face, pulling him
back down to meet your lips, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, as
you two enjoyed the comfort of each other’s embrace. His tail slowly and carefully wrapping itself around you, pressing against your inner thighs, squeezing your butt, and all the curves of your body. He gave a tender squeeze, ensuring you were still comfortable and safe. The tip of his tail petted your cheek, sometimes tickling you, as he pulled you into his arms and fell back onto the couch cushions.
At some point, that
evening, you both passed out from sheer exhaustion, wrapped in his coils still,
gently rubbing against you. You nuzzled back into his scaly nape, and fell
right back to sleep, dreaming of future interactions with your new snake
friend. To you, this date was a success.
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