Sharp Fangs Soft Thighs M M Ftm

Full Description:

Ranjit finally convinces his naga partner Srikanth to bite and inject him with aphrodisiac venom, with the stipulation of the bites themselves being gentle. However, Srikanth perhaps goes a little overboard with how many there are.

Contains:

Biting, Aphrodisiac Venom, Long Tongue, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dual Cocks (Tdick), Mild Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Excessive Cum, Mild Cumflation, Mild Breeding Kink.

Note For Trans Readers:

Srikanth, the Naga in this story, is explicitly trans. His chest goes undescibed. The words "hole" and "slit" are used for his genitalia as well as "cocks" to describe his dual bottom growth.

There's a mild breeding kink element involving him, so if this would upset you in any way, then consider skipping this one.

I have other stories with trans men that don't have this so feel free to check those out!

Enjoy!

Sharp Fangs, Soft Thighs

It was reasonable to fear the bite of a snake and utterly twisted to be aroused by the thought of one. Ranjit was well aware of that. And yet, as he sat on the floor with his back against Srikanth's large, muscular, scaled body, he couldn't help the shiver of excitement that ran through him.

One merely had to look at a Naga to know their special qualities. Their alluring coils and vibrant scales. But to be their lover afforded you a last, secret pleasure; very intimate knowledge of their secondary venom gland. A sharp, deep injection of potent aphrodisiac instead of their typically lethal toxin.

Srikanth had teased Ranjit with that for a long time, only occasionally grazing those fangs over his skin as they fucked. Sometimes he would press them hard into his flesh, quickening Ranjit's breath and pulse before pulling away with an infuriatingly arousing laugh. Never taking the full plunge. Ranjit had assumed this was a game the Naga wanted to play, to whittle down his sanity until he got what he wanted; wanton begging to be bitten.

Doing so had not gone as expected--at all. As Ranjit straddled Srikanth, grinding his hips so his cock slid against the wet slit as he whined with need about his desire, his partner's demeanor shifted to discomfort. Then those bright reptilian eyes brimmed with the first tears Ranjit had ever seen in them and his heart just about leapt out of his throat. Needless to say, they had stopped and later talked at length about what had happened.

Ranjit was Srikanth's first human lover, following a number of more robust Nagas and creatures. For all his preening over his size, strength and evident deadliness, Srikanth had been left trembling at the thought of hurting him. Breaking bones within an ill-timed coil, losing himself in feral arousal and biting too deeply, drawing from the wrong gland. His shaking abated slightly at Ranjit's touch, held by his arms and gently reassured.

"You're not an

animal

," Ranjit had told him, still shocked by the shattering of his lover's front and pained by how little credit Srikanth afforded himself. "I trust you...but this doesn't have to happen tonight...or ever if that's what you want. We--we'll talk about it properly."

Ranjit readily resigned himself to the possibility that they would never do it; Srikanth's comfort had to come first over his fantasies. But after a period of careful planning and negotiation, it was time. He found himself looking down into Srikanth's eager, beautiful face as the Naga crawled forward, head situating between his spread thighs.

"

Only if it is done as gently as I can manage

", had been the stipulation. "

Nothing rough so long as my fangs are out

".

Somehow, that idea only excited Ranjit more; a slow sink of fangs that would have him feeling their full length as they penetrated him. Intimate and lingering as the heat he craved entered his blood. Spreading. Claiming. Influencing. He trembled as Srikanth's hands touched his legs.

Kisses littered his stomach, otherworldly green eyes finding his as he swallowed, his cock already twitching.

"You're ready?" Srikanth murmured, lips brushing Ranjit's skin like butterfly wings as he spoke. His fangs were thrillingly close. Arousing images of them entering deeply in a sudden frenzy filled Ranjit's mind and his heart began to pound--it wouldn't be like that, but fuck.

Just do it

, he thought.

Now. Bite

.

"Yes. For so...so long."

"Patience," Srikanth said with a gentle smile. "Let's...work you up to it."

His mouth found Ranjit's dick within moments. He kissed the head, chuckling at the instant pulse such a simple action elicited before teasing the slit. The long tongue then slid up the underside of his shaft, cradling and stroking all at once. It wrapped around him in a soft, wet clasp, the coil beginning to move slowly up and down in short passes. He moaned lowly as his cock throbbed itself to half-hardness.

It was incredible, but not enough. Ranjit typically took a while to find that coveted full, deliciously solid erection, but the anticipation for what was to come was making it all the more difficult. Srikanth's tongue twisted and drooled all over him, every futile twitch of his cock filling him further with need.

Ranjit's breath stuttered when Srikanth released him, locking their gazes silently. He watched his lover's mouth open, twin fangs extending further and dripping with a clear but somewhat rosy-coloured fluid. Srikanth lowered them to Ranjit's thigh, dragging them across sweat-beaded skin before pulling away and moving to do the same to the other leg.

Ranjit panted. He felt himself grow minutely harder just from the suggestion; he was mad for this. Srikanth continued to tease. Grazing, pressing in without piercing, nipping with his lips. Deny, deny, and deny again. A high-pitched, pathetic whimper escaped Ranjit for the first time in his adult life.

"Please...please...please, please, please," he begged, half-erection weeping.

The tips of Srikanth's fangs stilled against him. There was a careful, slowly building pressure.

Fuck, yes

. Ranjit sucked in a breath at the sharp sting and released it as a moan as he finally felt the pop of his skin breaking and the gentle but deep bite into his thigh.

The effect was instant; warmth pumping from the site and through Ranjit's body like a rapidly descending fever. A sweet, floral scent that clung to the back of his throat came to him. His head swum, his heart starting to hammer against his ribcage. It was all he could hear for a moment. The heavy thumping in his ears; a pulse that swiftly worked its way into his cock. Heat pooled with greatest intensity there as he felt it swell, untouched, until it strained in the air.

Srikanth's mouth, which had lingered against Ranjit's thigh, retracted. He licked at the punctures, digging in as he lapped up the small amount of blood. Ranjit jolted and cried out--

it felt as good as being fucked

. Precum beaded at his tip and ran down his shaft.

Srikanth looked sidelong at it. Without a word, he caught the fluid with his tongue, tracing its path back to Ranjit's flushed head. He closed his lips around it, holding his lover's gaze intensely as he slowly took him into his throat.

Ranjit couldn't stop the loud, desperate sounds from escaping him and his eyes rolled. It was almost embarrassing; he usually only moaned like that when he was about to cum. But every second of his inches being claimed was euphoric. He felt himself leaking just from that single plunge, bucking his hips to get the last bit of his cock deeply seated inside.

That sudden move made Srikanth grunt in surprise and it spurred him to begin bobbing his head. Ranjit groaned, his feet scrambling as he fought the need to fully writhe. He might have cried if any movement accidentally pulled him free of the wet heat engulfing him.

Srikanth was merciless, taking him fast and deep. He caressed and fondled Ranjit's balls as he sucked. Moans vibrated his yielding throat each time he reached the hilt and buried his nose into coarse,musky hair.

The venom coursed through Ranjit, working to ignite him. He was hyper-aware of every pleasure center in his body whether it was receiving attention or not; even that sweet spot deep in his ass seemed to be lightly pulsating with every heavy throb of his cock. It had never been this hard before. Bulging hot between his trembling legs. He raised weak hands to Srikanth's head.

"S-s-slow d-down," he begged. "It's alrea--dy s-so--ahhhh!"

He went disobeyed, chest heaving as he was ruined far too quickly under the venom's influence. His head fell back as he loudly moaned, hips snapping up against Srikanth's face as he came in rapid pumps. Srikanth swallowed around him and milked out his last drops before pulling away.

Ranjit panted, his face flushing with mortification.

"Fuck...s-sorry."

He received a grin. "No worries...we'll just have to go again."

Ranjit felt Srikanth's breath at his thigh.

He wasn't really about to

--? Fangs dug into him once more, close to the first bite which still arousingly ached. A drawn-out moan sounded from him as a second rush flowed through his body. It mingled with the first--two clashing electrical storms amplifying one another--and went straight to his relentless erection.

"Th--that won't help me la--last much...mmmm!"

He could feel his cock jolting in the air with immense, fervent pulses. It somehow felt like it had swollen thicker. The sensation of that alone had him quivering on the edge of a second orgasm. Looking down, he watched its wild twitching for a moment as Srikanth neared it once more; mouth open, tongue reaching. The ghost of a warm exhale left him gasping.

"

I'm going to lose it

," he thought, his own heartbeat a hypnotic, frantic thump in his ears.

Ranjit felt dizzy, a tingling heat running out to his extremities and briefly numbing them before rushing to his groin. Precum spurted from him as it did, landing on Srikanth's extended tongue as it approached and cradled his head. The fluid flowed in odd excess, dripping over the sides of the teasing muscle. It didn't even move, holding still as half-lidded eyes regarded him. Ranjit whimpered; already feeling his balls tightening from the simple touch.

He grit his teeth.

Don't cum yet. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't--

.

"AHHH--fuck!"

Stars burst in Ranjit's eyes as Srikanth took him into his mouth again. For a moment, his awareness faded solely to the intense pleasure enveloping his cock and the wild pulse that had claimed him from its tip to his hole. Vision blank. Mind empty. Otherwise insensate. He was only his flushed, straining dick and the whole of him was being swallowed up.

Sweltering. Wet.

Ranjit came back to the sound of his own whimpering moans as Srikanth resumed his brutal pace. He couldn't take it. Couldn't hold it in. It only took a few quick plunges before cum was pumping up through his thick shaft and down Srikanth's throat.

The Naga pulled off of him, but Ranjit's release didn't let up. His nails dug into the fevered meat of his thighs as continual shocks of pleasure kept him intermittently spurting, his lower body quivering with each miniature orgasm. He could feel Srikanth watching, entranced by the sight of his lover's swollen cock continuing to burst into the air. It eventually calmed; only on the spilling front. The hardness did not abate even a fraction, every throb broadcasting a mindless greed.

More, more, more, more.

Ranjit barely had a moment to catch his breath before he was feeling another bite.

Then a second.

He came with the third, untouched and wailing. There was so much venom rushing through him. It was like his brain was swimming in it, making him dizzy and blurring any thought that wasn't about cumming again. A pleasure-induced drunkenness that came with all the right cravings.

Srikanth didn't use his mouth again. Instead he slid up beside Ranjit and snaked an arm behind the small of his back. He took his other hand and ran his fingers, feather light, over Ranjit's chest. His caresses paused at Ranjit's navel, inches from his insatiable, pounding cock.

"P-please," Ranjit begged, trembling. "T-touch...touch...tooouch."

A deep chuckle rumbled through him.

"Lost our vocabulary, have we?" Srikanth asked. Ranjit choked on a moan as he felt deft fingers wrap around his shaft. "But not our manners. And that's all that matters."

Srikanth started stroking, sliding his palm over the slick mess of saliva and precum. The sound of it was wet and absolutely filthy. Ranjit's head dropped back onto the muscular, scaly body behind him and Srikanth readily began to kiss and mouth at his exposed neck. He swallowed against the amorous lips and tongue, breath hitching when he felt the graze of a fang; it brought on yet another orgasm. Thick cum audibly hit the floor and Srikanth didn't pause for a second.

Ranjit's cock remained full, hot, and needy. It continued its frenetic pulse in Srikanth's hand, ready to burst again with just a few more strokes. The venom coursing through its every inch had reduced it to such an embarrassing state. So sensitive and easy. But his body's complete loss of control was intoxicating, frivolous in its near-incessant releases. He gave an open-mouthed moan, back arching slightly as he came.

"Th-there's so much," he said, interrupted by a wobbly cry when the next three strokes were enough to set him off again. He shook, panting. "H-how do I keep--keep c-cumming like this? Over and over and--ahhh!"

Ranjit should have been milked dry by then. But his body just kept producing. He swore he could feel it happening as his balls had taken up a deep throb of their own, affixed in a constant risen position against his shaft. The venom's potency had been expected. Not its ability to bend his natural functions to its lewd whims.

"For what other reason would we have this venom?" Srikanth purred in Ranjit's ear. "But for

breeding

."

Ranjit sucked in a breath, releasing it as a needy groan.

"It ensures the job. Gets. Done," Srikanth continued, punctuating his words with swift pumps.

Another copious splatter of seed added itself to the mess on the ground. It almost seemed like a waste. Ranjit was consumed with the desire to bury himself and cum deep in Srikanth's slit. To see it filled to leaking around him as he continuously pumped inside. That vision was the only thing his mind could focus on.

Ranjit lost count of how many times he came with Srikanth murmuring a litany of filthy words and praises between each wild, throbbing release. But then all too suddenly, the stroking stopped and the hand left him.

He whimpered, lips trembling. "Wh--no. Srikanth...please, I--."

Ranjit felt long fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding it. His hand met something wet and hot that twitched as he made contact. In a near-daze, he lolled his head to look, finding his palm resting on Srikanth's dripping slit.

"I've been doing a lot of the work here, jaanu," Srikanth purred. "Why not return the favour for a little while?"

He was right, of course, but Ranjit couldn't help but stare sidelong at the erection still standing eager and pulsing between his legs. There were splatters of cum everywhere, dripping off his thighs, calves, and feet. He ached to add more. There was a shift of Srikanth's heavy lower half and Ranjit felt a scaly coil around his free hand's arm, pinning it at his side.

"And you will leave your cock

alone

while you do," Srikanth added lowly. The teasing smile was audible. "You can hold on for me, can't you?"

Ranjit said nothing, more than a little distracted by the feeling of the gentle but deeply erotic pulses against his dampening hand. A shaking breath exited around the lump in his throat as he gave a jerky nod instead. He started stroking, briefly palming the slight mound before teasing a couple fingers over the slit. Part of him wanted to truly "return the favour" and take things tortuously slow. But he couldn't help himself; he needed to feel his lover--even if it was with just his fingers. Srikanth gasped and moaned in his ear as he dug in deeper.

The slit opened up in response to the stroking, scales giving way to slick inner folds that twitched and parted for him. Ranjit had always loved the almost graceful motion of it. How it eagerly spread itself like that and how clearly he could see the hole. The ring gaped and quivered each time his fingertips neared it. Fluid began to leak out, warm and glistening. Ranjit could practically taste the arousal in the heady scent of it.

Srikanth's breath stuttered as the twin nubs that were his cocks swelled out of their sheaths to their thick two inches, throbbing and dripping. Memories of rubbing his own dick against them surged in Ranjit's mind; how he would wring a few orgasms from his lover doing so before plunging inside him. He swallowed a whimper at the phantom sensation of a clinging hole they spurred, feeling a number of heavy pulses run through his weeping length.

This venom had him nearly cumming just from a thought. If this is what losing his mind would feel like, he welcomed it.

Pausing his caresses of Srikanth's folds, Ranjit turned his attention to his cocks. He ran his fingers over each in turn, running quick circles around the tips. They grew somehow harder, seemingly jolting into his touch. Srikanth was panting in between subdued groans and when his hips began to minutely thrust, Ranjit knew how to undo him. Taking both cocks into his hand, enveloping them in his fist, he began pumping.

"Mmm...just like that, jaanu," Srikanth breathed. "More...faster."

Ranjit obeyed, moving his hand in swift, short bursts. He looked at Srikanth, locking eyes as he pleasured him. It was beautiful; the pure bliss he saw there. Srikanth's mouth was open, moans intermittently riding his quick breaths. The tight, wet heat had to feel incredible.

Again, Ranjit's cock let its envy be known;

throbbing, throbbing, throbbing

. Pressure building. His eyes rolled as his tight, heavy-feeling balls shifted snugly against his shaft. Unconsciously, he tried to move his other hand to touch himself, stopped by the coil around his wrist pressing harder.

Srikanth briefly smirked through his pleasure. "Not yet...don't you dare."

Ranjit groaned, continuing to pump his fist. He felt Srikanth's cocks pulsing harder as the Naga became more vocal, his cries less restrained. He tightened his grip just slightly, eliciting a gasp and a buck of his lover's hips. Claws dug lightly into his hip as Srikanth curled forward, forcing Ranjit's head against his collarbone. There he could faintly but clearly hear his lover's quick heartbeat.

Close...so close

.

Ranjit gasped, feeling warmth travelling up through his length.

No...it couldn't be

. Cum began to ooze from him without the satisfaction of an orgasm, the build-up finally becoming too much. His slit twitched, opened to the constant, slow stream that formed. It felt amazing, but it still wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough

. His cock's pulse kept thundering as true release hovered tantalizingly out of reach.

Srikanth's breath suddenly seized, his torso shaking for a few seconds before release gripped him and a loud moan worked its way from his throat. His cocks gave hard, rhythmic throbs in their still-moving confines, the entirety of his slit visibly going wild with them. The hole rapidly winked and clenched around nothing--nothing yet.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," Srikanth chanted. Ranjit didn't, not even letting up in pace. "Ahhh--don't stop, don't stop, I'm--I'm going to--going to--!"

His head snapped back and his hips jutted forward as several small but impressive spurts of clear fluid exited his intensely pulsating slit and into the air. The fountain drenched Ranjit's thigh; some landing on his dick, mingling with the cum running down and off his aching, twitching balls. He stopped stroking Srikanth, laying there panting and too needy to stop the small, pathetic noises that escaped his parted lips.