Tearing his eyes away from hers and her beautiful face, he inspected the rest of her body: she had pale, bluish skin that was softly feminine and largely uncovered save for a small leather wrap containing, and visibly struggling to restrain, what appeared to be an impressive bust. Not an ounce of fat spoiled her flat stomach, toned like the rest of her body—except of course for the parts of her that were mere bone, such as her hands and tail.
As if reading his thoughts, she addressed him in that sibilant voice of hers. "Don't fret over the bones; that can be changed... with a moderate amount of anima of course." Her eyes widened for a second as if just remembering something. "Or is it simply my lack of legs that bothers you?"
"I—" Uncharacteristically taken aback, he floundered for a bit before settling on the right words to say. "There is not a single inch of your body that I find anything but beautiful."
Vashj laughed, her serpentine hair dancing around her. "Very good, nightborne. A tad diplomatic but I suppose we can come to a compromise." Without explaining further, Vashj slithered down from her peculiar chair. "While I slip into a more comfortable form why don't you slip into a bath. You've got gore all over you." She spoke to him like a parent to a child, her tone uncompromising while she gestured to an adjacent room. "And don't worry, the water is cleansed daily."
The baroness disappeared upstairs, leaving him to bathe in a rectangular pool of water that was surprisingly, albeit pleasantly, warm. The pool room was large, with a blurry window that allowed sunlight to slip in, diffused and almost hazy. The natural light was little and it covered only the middlemost section of the pool; the rest of it was illuminated by dull fire burning in iron sconces along the walls. The pool itself seemed to curve inwards, and the deepest section, located nearest to the entrance, seemed almost threateningly deep.
With most of the afternoon's worth of blood and gore actually caked on his armor, he finished up rather quickly, scrubbing his body clean while thinking about the odd turn of events that had gotten him into this position. Not that Vreth minded, really, but it was the last thing he would have expected after bumping into the snake woman earlier that day. Rising from the relaxing pool of water, he stopped suddenly half-way, his lower half still submerged as he gazed upon the serpentine figure shadowing the doorway.
Once he noticed her, Vashj straightened and seemed to strike a subtle pose for a moment before slithering forward upon the tiled floor. Her tail, previously just a long rope of bleached bone, had been restored to it's former, living glory. It was longer now and covered in ornate, if not artistic patterns of scales that glittered and oscillated between turquoise and a pale blue-white color similar to her skin. Her hands had likewise changed and were now covered in a fine layer of soft skin. Long, garish nails, golden in color, adorned each of her slender fingers.
Fully naked as she was, Vreth could inspect her tight body without the obstruction of her clothes. His eyes moved from the subtle line of her sex and up to her supple breasts that were topped by little nubs, silvery-blue in color and barely darker than her skin. As he watched and came to yearn for her, Vashj's body curved and began to sway; gently, sensually, like a dancing snake. She was pleased by his hungry gaze and she flaunted herself before him, aiming to tease him and get his blood running hot.
The torches burning along the walls cast a playful glow across Vashj's undulating body. He became enchanted by her display, and when she lowered herself into the pool, her skin lightly brushing against his own as she passed him, his head turned to follow her and he slowly let himself slip back into the water.
"Maw Walker," she purred, sensuously dragging out each word. The voice came from behind him, accompanied by two sets of curious hands roaming along his body and reaching less than appropriate areas. "I see you like the alterations I've made."
"You certainly did a good job of it, Baroness" he replied, voice low.
He turned around to face the naga seductress, coming face to face with a smug Vashj as he did so. She was clearly pleased with his reaction to her. She leaned in and kissed him briefly, pulling at his lip as she backed off and led him by the hand over to the shallowest section of the pool. This shallow section was at the far end of the room with water that wasn't even a foot deep and a single torch, imprisoned by iron, illuminated them in it's soft light. Vashj was on him nearly immediately and he met her desire, their tongues coiling and coming to know each other whilst her tail similarly coiled itself ever so slightly around his leg. Breaking off suddenly, she pushed him back and trailed her serpentine tongue down his body, lingering upon every curve of his abs until she finally reached his nethers.
The entire situation was completely unexpected, but as Vashj's tongue snaked around his shaft and gripped at it tightly, the breath in his throat caught and the absurdity of it all vanished from his thoughts. Her hands grasped him for support, gently and with careful consideration for her claws against his lavender skin. With her tongue already wrapped around his length, she lowered her mouth upon it, enveloping him within the warm confines of her mouth. Vashj utterly devoured his stiff member, entering into a languid rhythm in which she easily deepthroated him, purring like a happy kitten all the while. She was skilled and she savored every inch of him, her tongue paying special attention to his cockhead while the lewd slurping sounds of her fellatio filled the dim chamber.
Vashj was quite clearly enjoying herself just as much as he was; the tip of her tail rose up and down intermittently, splashing at the shallow water while she bobbed up and down along his length. Her full lips, painted a dark purple bordering on black, hugged him tightly and dragged pleasingly across his girth. She was amazing, and he found himself gazing into her eyes; she stared back into his own luminous eyes, her glowing emerald orbs twinkling with an odd mix of lust and amusement. She held him in her penetrating gaze, her many hands caressing his body while she bobbed and sucked until finally she brought him to a euphoric release. A single grunt reverberated against the walls as he came, delivering unto her a mouthful of creamy seed that she swallowed happily, eyes wide and gleeful.
Vashj swallowed every drop, gulping down his salty load while her tongue snaked down to his balls and wrapped itself around them, massaging the orbs and coaxing as much out of them as possible. When it was clear that he was momentarily spent, she released them and then took to cleaning him off; one, two, and then a final sluggish bob of the head before she disengaged from his manhood. She looked for a moment at the cock she had just fellated, a pleased look in her eyes before she turned them up towards him.
"You're quite good at that," he breathed, his heart pounding against his chest.
"I'm over ten thousand years old, dear," she explained in a calm voice that had just a hint of smug self-satisfaction to it. "I'm good at everything." Her tongue flicked out to lick at the head of his manhood and then she was upon him once more, her lissome body sliding up his, her pert breasts pressing against him as she kissed and then bit at his neck. Vreth grunted, feeling the fire in his loins burn with renewed passion. He took her face into his hand, palm against her cheek and fingers buried within her hair; she nudged herself against him and then he brought his lips to hers, her tongue once again overwhelming his. As they kissed, she grinded herself against him and reached with one of her hands between them, grasping at his cock and then guiding it into her.
They moaned in unison, and when he rolled her onto her back she gazed up at him lustfully, her eyes smoldering with desire and her multitude of arms wrapping around his back. He started off at a measured pace, thrusting slowly and deliberately while she angled herself up into him. Vashj grew to want more and he soon gave it to her; as he picked up the pace, their moist bodies slapped against each other and their increasingly frantic moans echoed throughout the chamber as if it was a cave, bouncing lewdly back into their ears.
His length filled her with each thrust and she hissed appreciatively into his shoulder, her opulent tail slapping and waving against the water. Slowly, after an additional half a dozen thrusts or so, her hiss melted into a throaty moan and her body quivered against his in a delightful climax.
"Oh yes," she breathed, "that's good."
Vashj grinned up at him, drunk on pleasure, and he returned it. The beating of his hips against her never stopped; she was wonderful, tighter than he could have imagined and his earlier climax did nothing to diminish his stamina. Relentless and with a seemingly unquenchable thirst, his tool was rock hard, an indomitable pillar of cock that he pumped into the snake-like baroness at a feverish pace. Their coupling was noisy, and not just because of her feminine moans or his masculine grunts, but because of the violent splashing of water and the damp room only amplified these indecent sounds.
His desire flaring by the minute, Vreth buried himself deep within her sweltering pussy, grinding his body against hers with his balls pressed firmly against the soft skin that led down towards her scaly tail. Her body shivered and she hugged him close, mewling in ecstasy as another orgasm rocked her serpentine body. The lonely little torch above them cast a subtle glow on Vashj's beautiful face as she came, flames dancing across her pretty features and highlighting them as he repeatedly slammed his hips into her. He had not a thought in his mind; he concentrated solely on the stunning naga woman writhing beneath him. Her slim body twisted and curved as if in some graceful dance, her supple breasts jiggling and her muscles flexing beneath her taut skin.
