Amazonian Search (BlisteredBlood x Guardian)

[BlisteredBlood]

(Recapping from last time.)

Characters In Question
BlisteredBlood as Dante McPhadden
Guardian as the naga

Even with the tail of the naga's spreading out on him, the inconceivable agony that was coursing through his body like so much electricity was something that no other human being should suffer, no matter what they have done with their lives. But even with that pain, Dante began to feel an increasing amount of pleasure throughout all of this, something that was bringing him so much more rapidly towards a release that he had only begun to dream of. The feeling of her finger sliding down his thigh induced a moderate shiver to run up his spine, causing his body to quiver out violently for a sudden moment before feeling that same icy finger of hers resting right on the nerve where the very base of his length just about disappeared inside of her tightening slit, threatening to squeeze every last drop of his seed out of him like an udder.

A long series of groans began to escape him, causing Dante to thrash his head about from side to side as if he was trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying this, but was failing miserably. The pleasure was seriously beginning to get to him, and there was only so much more that he could take from this.

She rubbed a hand along his thigh again, pressing her fingers against his sac as she forced herself down on him again. She was trying to get him deeper into her still, needing him to fill her up, satisfy the hunger.. the heat...for now. She gave a soft whimper, leaning over him finally to press her human form against his. Her breasts pushed into his chest gently, giving him the only warmth she had stored in her whole form.

He was enjoying this.

She frowned a bit at that, the fact that a human would enjoy something so carnal as this-- but he was, and so was she. Her pussy clenched him again, trying to milk his seed from his hard shaft.

Again, Dante felt her hand on his thigh, provoking another loud groan escpaing his lungs as he forced his eyes open to look up at her as she rode him hard, trying to sink him deeper and deeper inside of her slit before baring his teeth in the form of what could look to be a snarl. He was indeed frustrated that he was enjoying this, but dammit, who was there to argue what Dante was feeling? Even when she began to close the distance by shoving her breasts into his chest after brushing her finger against his sac again, he dug his fingers into the ground he was laying down on before slowly bringing his arms, one around the snake woman's upper back and the other one curled around her neck before pushing her face closer to him, daring to steal a deep enthralling kiss with the naga. If he had to put up with this for however long he had left until he finally released inside of her, then he might as well make her pay for it however he could.

When her slit began to clench him yet again, his length pulsed outward in a vain attempt to compensate for her insides' tightly clenching walls, emitting yet another groan into her lips as his eyes tightened shut before he suddenly released inside of her violently.

Her eyes widened at the kiss and she let out a sort of muffled hiss against his lips, bringing her hand to the ground instead to push back and away from him. It was about that time that he released inside of her, and finally her heavy heat was satisfied for the moment, for the breeding that had just happened. She wanted to sleep, but knew that to be a deathwish around him, so she simply looked down at him, watching his face. "No kisss." She reprimanded, as if he would actually take heed of her words, she wiped off her lips with the back of her hand, starting to draw her slit up and off of his member.

When the naga pulled back from the kiss, all he did was aim a bit of an irate glare at her when she began to pull her slit off of his length, causing him to groan one last time after she pulled off. Once she was freed from him, he then slowly crawled back from her with a hand on his sore length and glaring at her still. "You..." Dante began, breathing hard. "You deserved it... for that." He finished despite he was hurting like hell after all of that. However, he also knew that staying around with the naga still was considered extremely dangerous.

As he attempted to get back up, Dante found that his thighs were clearly in no shape for him to be moving around for long due to that snake woman having curled her coils around them and squeezed them excessively. No sooner when he got up onto his feet, Dante soon found himself staggering severely before falling back down onto his back, emitting a grunt on impact. "Dammit!" He emitted.

Frustrated due to the inability to get back onto a vertical base, Dante looked up at the naga and frowned at her. "If you're looking to finish me off, you have every right to now. I'm not gonna be able to move around for a bit." He grumbled out.

She glared at him, taking care to look herself over, less he had stabbed her with something while she was...riding him. She looked over her form, wiping off her lips again as if it mattered before turning her attention to him. "I am... wasss... no.. am in heat." Another glare, she knew the desire would come back eventually. The best thing to do would be to kill him now, leave his body or eat it... but she couldn't. The possibility for breeding was there: so two instincts were fighting; that to breed and that to survive.

She turned from him, moving away finally. She couldn't bring herself to kill him, to kill the possibility, the option.

Dante was silently waiting for that damn naga to come back and finish the job. But in an odd twist of fate - once again, ironically - she let him live. Why was it that way, Dante often wondered. Had he been born lucky or maybe there was some sort of astral being up in the sky that said that he wasn't ready to go yet? No matter how many times he place his life on the line, there was no one that was - as he put it - ballsy enough to step up and take his life. Just how many times did this happen, one would ask? Simple. At least a couple thousand times. His record as it stood in his mind was at least 2000 wins, zero losses and at least a couple dozen no contests due to either someone sparing him, coming back from the brink of death or only ending up with minor injuries.

When he heard the naga slither off, Dante slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position as he watched with a frown. Pansy. Just like the rest of them. Not even one of nature's beasts have got the balls to do what they feel is right. Great. Might as well chalk up another no contest. He thought as he reached down for his pants then began to pull them up slowly, considering the aggravating pains in his thighs. But, he hand to hand it to the naga. Despite it was the best sex he had in a while, she at least did a number on him before that happened.

She glanced back at him once before disappearing into the foliage. She looped back slowly to the river, trying to shake her thoughts from him or the feel of him inside of her. She didn't need this right now, he was trying to hunt her down and all she wanted was sex? That wouldn't work out right. She glanced back into the jungle, though she was sure he wouldn't be following her for a bit. She slipped carefully into the water, not going too deep but at the same time letting the water wash over her tail.

She didn't worry for the amazon's animals... though she did keep her gaze on the water less some crocodile sneak up on her while she was trying to wash away most of his stench.

For the most part, Dante sat there as he tried to rub some feeling back into his numbed thighs from moments earlier. That damned snake bitch! She really put a good squeeze to him! Well, at least he got her back in some way or another. But now came another problem. The acrid smell of snake was on him aside from the smell of her sex on him. In honesty, it smelt pleasant on one hand, but on the other, it just didn't sit well with him. He needed to get this smell off of him and pronto if he was going to get back on the hunt after that naga and bring her back alive. But by having reproduced with her, this might change things a bit. Just to what extent wasn't really know to him.

All he knew at the present moment was that he needed to get himself cleaned off from the whole affair before he felt that he would be found out. Slowly, Dante began to stand up, his thighs giving off slight muscle pains from them being squeezed so hard. "Damn. This is gonna be a bit of a chore." He muttered to himself as he began to walk in the opposite direction from which the naga slithered away to. He needed to find a source of water or something to get this off with.

She could still smell him, his taste on her lips and his scent... She sighed and ducked under the water briefly before slipping on out of it and curling up in the sun again. It was a small grassy area, though she did have to chase a few other lizards from the spot so she could coil up. She wrapped her drying coils around her, slipping her body into the middle of them so she was almost hidden before she started to doze off. Reproduction was always a tiring act.

(Last post)

The pain of her coils was still ever present on his thighs, and even with the added feeling of having her slit pounding down on his length as well, it just made Dante hurt even worse mostly from a psychological standpoint. But in some small way, Dante was actually glad to have "helped" the female naga get that out of her system. However, just because the two reproduced sure as hell didn't mean that she was going to get a free pass on the account of it. There was, however, doubts that began to swim through Dante 's mind as he eventually found a river nearby. Doubts that he could possibly complete this job successfully now that he had implanted his seed inside of the naga - despite it was without his prior knowledge or consent - and in due time, she would eventually lay her eggs, most of which will carry his DNA.

As he began to remove his clothes, those same doubts began to circulate through his mind as he began to slowly take his clothes off, minding the previous injuries he had suffered at the hands of the snake woman before. The bruises on his body - mostly in the torso region as well as his thighs - that had formed were beginning to yellow, but they were both numerous and quite large. His forehead also had a decent knot in it from getting knocked out as well, but there wasn't much that he can say for his psyche after getting ravaged sexually. Normally, it would be the other way around in most parts of the world, but to have it done to him here in the middle of nowhere? Man. Talk about weird. On one hand, he found himself liking it when she was rough with him, but on the other hand, it was... Well... Rather unpleasant to say the least.

Once he had stripped down to nothing, Dante carefully sank his body into the river, trying his best to wash out the combined smells of snakeskin, sex as well as the taste of iron. However, the psychological effects from the event were more than likely going to stay with him for a while.

 

[Guardian]

It would be his pain to know, that the heat she was in wouldn't end just with one breeding. She would need him again, inside of her, his seed and DNA planted again. Breeding was usually the only times nagas searched out others of their kind. But for the moment she slept, annoyed by her animal instinct to breed. She moved slowly and carefully as she slept as if unsure if the eggs that had been developing within her for a while were actually fertilized. Perhaps he would leave now, now that he had been raped...used... hurt. Now more than ever she didn't want him near her, she didn't want that to happen again, even if her instincts said it should.

 

[BlisteredBlood]

About several minutes passed as Dante bathed in the river, thinking over to what had happened to him. It was no doubt difficult to handle within the recesses of his mind, but even with this setback - if one were to call it that, anyway - Dante still had a job to do.he had to shake it off as best as he could and refocus his energies into capturing the naga and taking her in. But after this, this made it personal. And when things got personal, that made Dante angry. And when things made Dante angry, someone was going down. Hard.

Several more minutes elapsed before he eventually stepped out of the river then sat on the shoreline in thought, the look on Dante's face having now changed into a look of pure anger and rage. He didn't care about the reward money now. He just wanted to put a lethal round in that naga's head, bring her corpse back and just get the proof needed that the species was in existence somewhere within this area.

It would have to come at a later date, though. Right now, he had to put that anger aside and think of a way to capture her.

 

[Guardian]

It took a while for her to wake up again and when she did, she slipped right back into the water for another mild bath. Though her gaze was on the crocodile that had taken up roost near where she slept. The creature seemed to know very well enough to leave her alone, so she left it alone. She scented the air with her tongue as she lounged in the chilled water, searching the air for any sign of the human male that she had raped. She couldn't smell him, and there didn't seem to be a two-legged man careening clumsily through the Amazon foliage, and so she relaxed for the most part.

 

[BlisteredBlood]

During the time that Dante sat there on the ground, his mind went over the various ways he could use to rip the naga apart. He thought about tearing into her with his bare hands, but at the same time, he could just keep plugging her with tranquilizer rounds until she was in a coma before skinning her lower serpentine body alive and fashion a belt out of it. Oh, there was such a litany of things he could do to her in an act of revenge for what she had done to him, that he just couldn't sit around thinking about it. With that sense of frustration burning freely in his mind, Dante would then begin to put his clothes back onto his body piece at a time until he was now fully clothed.

Once dressed, Dante then began to head for the naga. This isn't over, you snake-bitch. This time, you got me mad. He thought as he walked.