King Cobra (Naga Brides Book 2)

by Naomi Lucas

  I jerk up with a gasp, flinging my head back, catching my breath. Diving back down, I go for more.

  He bellows raw, animalistic noises, bowing his chest over me, clawing my back with his nails, and toward my butt, hoisting it up.

  It’s not enough.

  His seed slides down my throat like oil and into my belly. Fire erupts there, and I grip his shaft, massaging it for more. His spurts have me swallowing constantly. Precious seed leaks from my mouth, and I roll my hips. Tickling sensations pet my nerves, knotting up my insides. He grabs my butt and digs his claws into my cheeks, pushing my brow to his abs.

  Zaku spreads my cheeks wide, and I clench hard, emptier than ever.

  Almost faint, I pop off his cock and rub it hard up and down. Like a fountain, his cum releases. It splashes my face. I lick my lips.

  “You taste how you smell,” I moan.

  Zaku strains upward, slamming his shaft back into my open mouth. “Daisssy,” he hisses between the rabid sounds he’s making. I squeeze his knot as my eye waters.

  His fingers paw my sex and thrust into me. I lift off him again and inhale, wiping the cum off around my eyes. “We need to empty you,” I say.

  He groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. “I have tried.”

  “I haven’t.” Locked between his tail and his torso, I swirl my tongue over his tip.

  He trembles, and I smile. His fingers strain, scissor, and I lift my butt higher for more.

  “You… are… killing me,” he grates thickly. “I am dying.”

  I run my tongue over his knot. “Have you cummed, Zaku?” I ask between licks.

  He doesn’t answer at first, his tail going tense, then quivering. “C-Cummed?”

  “Orgasmed.”

  “I am—” he rumbles “—always spilling, always since you. I am… tormented! Tortured!” He roars as I find the groove around his cock where it hides inside his tail. My fingers explore the warm skin inside, searching for where his spill is stored. All I feel is smooth, warm skin.

  Zaku falls back, tearing his fingers out of me, and the bed bounces. He grabs my hand and rips it from his tail slit. “Don’t,” he grits, squeezing my fingers.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask.

  His eyes are crazed, diabolical. Blood is smeared across his lips. I lean up and press my sex to his tail excitedly, rubbing it over him.

  “It’s too much. Too muuuch. The knife. Use the knife.”

  I swipe the cum off my lips, taking my hand back. His body convulses when I do. “Trust me?”

  His cowl extends out. He exhales slowly. “Yesss,” he hisses. “No. I do not trust myself.”

  Keeping his eyes, I slip my fingers back to the groove around his cock. His pupils expand, and his chest swells. My poor king is lost.

  Poor, poor king. I slowly lower my face, keeping his gaze trapped. I push my mouth to his root and slide my tongue to the groove. I lick him within. Zaku falls back, pushing his pelvis up. With my free hands, I wrap them around his cock and work his length.

  I need to get his seed out of him before there can be more…

  Beyond tense, he goes completely still as I lash my tongue, moving it around the base of his cock. The noises he made before are gone. He’s silent, shaking, and I almost feel bad for putting him in this position. I’m sending him to the edge. I’m trying to at least.

  Just in case, I slide my hand up to the pillows and grasp the knife, bringing it toward me. Déjà vu hits, and I lick him faster.

  Slicing my hand over his length, his knot is growing, rather than getting smaller. His tremors are joined by a deep, vibrating hiss that thrums my nerves. Clenching and desperate, I lave him with everything I have. I need him inside me, I need this to work, taking so much more from him than I’m giving.

  His hisses deepen.

  My skin prickles, my spine arches, and I cry out. Grasping his base, I rise over him.

  He doesn’t stop me, watching me through slitted, serpentine eyes. Eyes I don’t recognize.

  “My gift,” I gasp, reaching down and pushing my fingers to tickle his cock’s base as I lower my body onto him. His tip sinks into me and I rub the sensitive flesh in his slit hard. He grabs my hips, shunting up.

  And spills and spills and spills. It invades me deeply, overflowing, leaking out around his shaft despite how stretched I am. Zaku’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and his tail slithers around my body, caging me in a trap of swarming limbs. I lose sight of him as it gently coils around my head. He holds me still, emptying inside me.

  Tensing, I realize the knife is out of my reach. Is he… His muscled tail and velvety scales is all I see. A thick wall of scales and tendons. Pleasure blooms despite being caged in his limbs and I moan from the onslaught.

  He won’t hurt me.

  When I can’t take anymore, I cry out and shoot off him, letting it empty out of me as well. His tail shifts and allows just enough room for me to relax. He continues to come, and I palm his knot, helping him. The moment my hand cups it, he thrusts me back down and forces me to take it inside me instead.

  I cry out.

  Minutes go by, maybe hours, and slowly the tension leaves his hands. We work the seed out of him together. Twitching, he lets me rise so his spill can trickle out of me again. My sex constricts. I feel what he’s been feeling. Except it’s me who’s full now.

  Gasping, his hisses remain deep and soothing and he tugs me off of him to lie me on his chest. I snuggle in, tracing the scales on his chest. I’m needy and hot, and I moan weakly. So tired and yet nowhere near as sated as he is.

  Seed dries on my skin as he caresses my back.

  “My queen. What a gift you have given me.”

  We drift.

  Thirty-Two

  Glass

  Daisy

  The ground shakes, and I open my eye. Zaku’s over me, licking my neck, rubbing his cock against my leg. He’s hissing again. It’s that deep hiss I can’t handle and I reach for the knife. But my eyes slice to the window where the glass is vibrating.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  Zaku’s forked tongue dives into my ear, and I squeak. “My desperation.”

  Shunting my hips up, I tell him with my body that I need more than ear licks. The reverberating of the glass worsens, and my eye cuts to the window again, but then Zaku moves, blocking the view. Can his hissing do that? The tremors stop, though the nerve endings sparking throughout my body continue.

  Vaguely aware that a robot is lasering the bedding, I try not to giggle from the absurdity.

  Zaku sees my smile and gives me one back. I cup his face and drag it down to mine. Warm, thick lips cover mine—even his mouth is big—and he pushes his tongue into me. I moan, sucking on his tongue.

  He’s between my legs, held open wide by the girth of his upper tail. Something pushes between us and tickles me. Zaku rises slightly and that something flicks my nub. His tailtip. He pushes it inside me and flicks some more.

  I moan, having been waiting for this for too long. Needing him to claim me. Even if it does hurt…

  My mouth parts to tell him this, and Zaku slides his tongue down my throat, stopping me. Sputtering, I thrash, and he slips it out. I inhale quickly as my throat contracts. Tight and quivering, the muscles in my throat riot. His eyes glint wickedly. He knows what he’s doing to me. My eyes water.

  “You have broken me with your mouth, little female.”

  I swallow and he dives forward, thrusting his tongue back down my throat.

  Gagging, I grip his cowl. Invaded from both ends and swollen with his seed. He groans and I feel it through my entire body as he pushes against me. I press up into him, lost in sensation, not sure if I want to get away or stay. My throat tightens around his tongue as I try swallowing my hitches, trying not to gag. He pulls out of me all at once, from both ends.

  Bereft, I collapse into the bedding, coughing.

  Zaku peers down at me, pleased with himself. “Beautiful,” he says.

 
Because of him, I’m beginning to think I might be. I wipe the wetness gathering on my lashes off from his attack.

  Gently, he caresses where my brow used to be above my blinded eye. “I will make sure you see again, so you can see what you are with clarity.”

  I hitch again for a different reason.

  He rears and grabs my hips, rolling me onto my front, pushing against the back of my thighs. His prick nudges my sex. Curling my hands under my face, I brace for it. His tailtip returns and pets me, wrapping around my front. Needing something to hold onto, I grab it and bring it to my face and nuzzle it. The end flicks my lips and I lick it.

  Zaku pushes his girth into me.

  My sheath opens slowly for him, stretched tight, still half-fighting his invasion. I clamp my hands around his tailtip when he stops, when his bulge hits my opening, where it can go no further. I whimper.

  “Let me mount you,” he groans. “Let me in.” His hands caress my buttocks, my backside, coaxing me. “Relax.”

  I take a deep breath.

  Slowly, so slowly it’s almost unbearable, he works his knot into me. I fight it unwillingly, moaning from the stretch, even though it’s not nearly as big as it has been, it still stings. Liquid heat hits me deep within. He’s already seeding me.

  It helps—oh, how it helps. His spill is hot when fresh, and it ignites my insides. I bite down on the bedding.

  His hips move to either side, stretching me further, working me open. Clenching hard around his shaft, part of me wants to fight him out of me, fearing it’ll be too much. But then his hissing fills my ears and I relax again. I am not of his species. I don’t know why his hissing, his scent is affecting me so much, but I’m grateful. His claws rub my opening.

  “Relax,” he rasps.

  I take another breath, and when I do, he grips my hips and slams into me.

  Rising, I scream. His knot pushes me from every side, his tip bottoms out, and I blanch. He stops once he’s seated, petting me all over, whispering compliments all around me. Compliments and scales and heat and musk entrap me. A wall of masculine fervor and I’m nothing but a lost creature caged within, forced to worship it, having entered the trap of my own volition. It’s too much. Panting, I hold my body prone, waiting for the pressure to end. It doesn’t.

  “Zaku,” I cry.

  He pushes me back down to the bed and lowers his body to mine. He nuzzles the back of my head. “We fit, my queen, we fit.”

  Tears brim my eyes again as time stands still.

  Zaku doesn’t rut. He doesn’t do anything but lick my ear, my cheek, slipping his forked tongue all over my face and giving me the time I need to accept him. After a while, I can’t take it anymore, shifting my hips to get him to release me, ready to give up. Then I feel it again…

  Pleasure. Deep, strange pleasure.

  My body eases.

  He seems to sense it because he rises and takes me with him. Seated on his prick, he wraps his arms around me, pushes his tailtip between my lips, and moves me on him just a little. His bulge rubs my sensitive spot unlike anything ever has. It’s not like his tongue, or his fingers, or his tip. It rubs it like a puzzle piece, one that’s been missing my whole life.

  Is this how Gemma is with Vruksha? Is this why she claimed him? Did she feel this too?

  My thoughts swirl, and I constrict.

  “Zaku,” I whisper his name again, easier this time. “What’s happening to me?” I’m not like him. This doesn’t happen to human female bodies.

  “You are ovulating. I am heated. I can scent it. I did not know it at first, though I am sure of it now.”

  Air wooshes out. He pushes his tail hard against me, undulating ever so slightly.

  Ovulating…

  Pleasure explodes through my body. Falling forward into his banded arms, my sex quakes as an orgasm rends me. Brutal and devastating, I scramble, squirming, so full I might burst. Before it ends, before there’s an ease, another one hits. Screams tear out of me. Zaku lifts me off him and then seats me back on his length mid-quiver. His bulge expands and then loosens as my sheath milks it. He empties into me. He does it again, ripping me off him only to put my body back upon his length. It hurts. It stings. And then it’s rapture.

  I’m helpless as another orgasm pummels me each time he connects us. Hips dancing, sexes swollen and raw, I unravel.

  “My little flower has finally found her stem,” Zaku growls, his knot thickening again. “You have shown me how to water you, and water you, I will.”

  I trust him. The knife clatters to the floor.

  He pushes me forward, wraps his tail under me, and mounts me. I grasp his wrists now on either side of my head and cry out for more. Lost in the shunts, the violent thrusts, I forget the war, my past, the dark things that haunt me.

  We fit.

  Please don’t crush me.

  Thirty-Three

  The Playroom

  Daisy

  “What’s the deal with the… playroom?” I ask, peering at the door between the cage and the window. “Why is it just a room of mirrors? Do you know?”

  Zaku’s fingers whisper across my back, his tail piled in around me from every side. He’s leaned up against it like some cocky prince. The appendage slithers closer, indicating he doesn’t want me to move away from him. I move to my knees anyway and rest my elbows on it, looking at the door across the way.

  We’ve been in his nest for days, unbothered by the outside world, choosing each other instead. The frenzy of our first mating continued, only paused for nourishment and medical scans to make sure I am still on the mend and that Zaku’s and my’s eagerness isn’t doing something it shouldn’t. I’m getting better every day. I have strength. My mind is my own again. I can stop the stimulants and boosters today.

  Though I ache unlike ever before. Zaku is merciless and needy. His body won’t stop producing seed at an alarming rate, and mating regularly is the only thing keeping his knot from growing too big. It’s easier to take him when he's purged.

  We do fit… with work.

  He’s certain the heat will come to an end… if only he can rut me one more time…

  Still waiting for Zaku to answer me, I face him and tilt my head.

  He hisses, captures me in his arms, and dives his tail into my sheath. I gasp, jerking upward from the invasion.

  “It’sss not just mirrors,” he growls as he stretches me wide, stroking my inner spot, making me tremble. I plant my hands on his chest to hold my body upright from the attack. With focused hunger in his dark eyes, he pulls out his tail and guides me down on his girth.

  I squeeze him, not wholly prepared. He pushes through my slit’s weak refusal and forces my acceptance. “Zaku,” I moan, annoyed and… pleased.

  He rocks my body upon him, having more than enough strength to sate his need despite my laziness. I feel his knot expand, his tailtip teasing my behind, and with another annoyed groan, I rub my clit. I want my answers.

  Zaku grabs my hand, taking over.

  I don’t know which one of us releases first, only that for the next hour I ride his undulating tail a lot more vigorously after the first release he gives me. We continue until we’re depleted, until all I want to do is curl up against his side and go back to sleep. He leaves me on the bed—sprawled out, drenched, and thirsty—to get me water. I gulp down the pitcher he returns with and rush to the bathroom afterward to clean up.

  He follows me, bathes me, dives his tongue between my legs, and soothes my aches away.

  When we leave and I’m dressed, I head straight for the playroom and cross my arms, waiting for him to join me. My gaze goes to the nest, which is being cleaned by the house robots.

  I’ve found Zaku is a reader when he relaxes. Books from the upper part of the house are stacked up around our nest, hoarded from the house robots who want to gather them and put them back in their place. I asked them to politely stop.

  But all they say is that they have been given an order from the master—the original one—t
o keep the place perfect for when he returns.

  The robots gather the books and carry them out. I sigh.

  I had argued that the old master is not going to return because he’s dead. Of course, they ignored me. Not all of the lost technology is perfect, I realized then, though the jury is still out on the Lurker tech. I haven’t seen any of it.

  I almost feel for Peter and the others. Hopefully, they’ll decide it’s a lost cause and leave.

  A woman can wish.

  Zaku scowls at the house robots as he comes my way.

  I turn and open the door, walking into the mirrored room. He joins me, leaving the majority of his tail outside. The room is small.

  “All I see are mirrors,” I say, walking around the space. “How does someone play in a space like this? Were ancient humans narcissistic?”

  “I do not know. What I know about your kind and Earth’s history is all from books and the house robots. My father searched for information, which, I believe, led him here. We did not often see each other near the end of his life.” He moves to the mirror directly across from the door.

  I pause. “Your father died here?”

  Zaku’s cowl flares. “He jumped off the top of this mountain, and I found his body out on the lawn. That is how I discovered this place.”

  “Oh…” My brow wrinkles. “I’m sorry, Zaku,” I say, joining him at his side in front of the mirror. “I did not know it was here your father died.”

  “It was long ago. Many seasons have passed since then, and I have lost count. I no longer think of him unless he’s brought to my thoughts.”

  Still, I can’t imagine living in a place where I’d be reminded of my father’s body. The lawn… with all of the bones…

  Is his father among them? I don’t ask. I’m not sure I want to know. That will be a question for another day.