Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 34
- 35
- 36
Chapter Thirty-Five – Foster Conway, Age 22
The pain was excruciating which in itself was some comfort it meant he wasn't dead. His skin felt like it was on fire; he wanted to tear it off and clawed at his shoulder where it radiated. A strong hand grabbed his arm preventing him and he screamed out in frustration.
"Good," a voice hissed in his ear, "I didn't kill you."
His final moments came back and he was instantly alert. The arm that held him shimmered with cobalt scales, the fins on it flickered. Gasping for breath he shuddered in the alien embrace, his body felt as if he had been laid out in the sun for week.
"Relax," the naga said, "I've given you the antidote to my venom, but it takes time."
"Why?" Foster said as his teeth started to chatter.
The beast shrugged his massive shoulders. "Perhaps I'm just sadistic, that is what my keeper thinks. Yours was quite upset when I refused to relinquish my prize, his loss for playing these repulsive games. Or perhaps I'm just lonely …" the talons moved down Foster's bare chest.
Foster weakly pushed the hand away. "I'm male," he said.
"Are you?" the naga chuckled, "you humans look all the same to me. Or maybe I'm just curious … they said you were their greatest fighter and lasted mere moments with me. I don't hold that against you, though. I am one of Queen Azshara's greatest myrmidons." The naga looked off to the side his tongue slipping out between his teeth. Releasing Foster from his grip he slithered over to a wall of iron bars. Looking around Foster saw they were in some sort of underground cavern, with rock on three sides and thick iron bars on the last. There was hay strew on the floor, where he laid it had been gathered up to look much like an oversized nest.
Forcing himself up on his hands and eventually to his feet, he stood using the cool cavern wall as support. Gilbert and two armed men appeared in front of the iron bars, well as close as he could get but still be arm's distances from the naga. "You alive, boy?"
"Yes, sir," Foster answered.
"I do hate when you toy with your food, lizard," Gilbert sighed. "You got Arthur worked up into a frenzy. Demanding compensation for crops lost or some gibberish … didn't get him anywhere … we all know the risks our fighters take when they go in the cage."
"I require food for my pet," the naga hissed through the bar.
"I ain't feeding some useless …"
The naga slammed his hand against the bar; causing old man Gilbert to jump back. "I require food for my pet," it said again. "And do make it edible or I'll rip your heart out and feed it to him."
"Exactly how do you plan to carry out that threat?" Gilbert said with a smirk. A leer that quickly turned to a look of terror as the naga's tail that had snuck out from between the bars circled around his ankle, jerking him off balance and toward the bars. "Get him idiots!" Gilbert shouted. The guards slashed down at the tail that whipped back into the cell.
"Food," the naga said as he moved away from the bars. As naga passed Foster its tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him along. Slithering back to the nest the snake like creature settled into it, lowering his body, pulling Foster into its coils. The scales rippled as he descended. Once it was content with his position it released Foster so he sat nestled in the curves of his tail and lower body. Its head dipped and to Foster's disgust the forked tongue traced his cheek and neck.
"I swear serpent," Foster growled, "you try to mate with me and you'll be fucking a corpse."
To his surprise the naga let out a hearty chuckle. "Calm yourself, human, you are not my type, just implanting your scent within me." The tongue slipped back into its mouth and just when Foster didn't think it could get any more repulsive a fine mist blew out of the beast's teeth, spraying him with a foul smelling liquid. Swearing he struggled to stand but the coils tightened around his legs. Wiping it off with his hands had no effect, the smell was overpowering and he gagged.
"By the Light, what was that?" Foster yelled, spitting, trying to clear his mouth from the small amount he had inhaled.
"If I go into bloodlust it will be your savior," the naga said. "You now smell and taste like me. Even when I'm lost to the call of blood, I won't strike off my own tail."
"What are you talking about?" Foster demanded.
"It will become clear in time," the naga said. "It is already drying, stop your howling."
Foster glowered at the naga but fell silent. There was the sound at the front of the cell as an orc appeared carrying a tray. "Ah dinner is here," the naga said, unwrapping himself from Foster and gliding over to the door.
"Please mean the tray and not the orc," Foster said.
"I don't mess my den, human," the naga replied. The orc didn't seem to find comfort in those words as it stopped a few feet away from the cell and set down the tray. Then using a stick lying nearby he pushed it closer to the bars. Afterwards he hurried out of sight and Foster heard the sounds of a heavy door closing in the distance.
"Stupid orc," the naga hissed. "Human come get your food, tell me if it is not suitable for eating."
Foster went to stand and stumbled falling onto the hard rock floor. Resting for a moment on all fours, he sighed as the cobalt scales wrapped around him and lifted him up. "Forgot how fragile you humans are … most naga would be recovered from the venom by now." Setting Foster down beside the tray the naga moved back to its nest. "Eat," it said.
The months of servitude had worn him and he reached through the bars to grab the bread and mug sitting on the tray. He took a bite of the bread and found it hard and stale. The liquid in the mug was slightly better, it was cool milk. Breaking off chunks of the bread he soaked it in the milk and ate them. Afterwards he sat where he was, in a state of half-sleep. The movement of the naga startled him awake. It made him realize a more primal need and he glanced around the cell, not finding what he was looking for. "Where is the chamber pot?" he asked. As fearful as they were of the naga there was no way they would take it out to do its business.
"Chamber pot?"
"You know, for when you have to go?" Foster said.
"We have no place to go unless the keeper says so," the naga said, with a trace of confusion in its voice.
"No," Foster said, a slight blush growing on his cheeks. "You know … when you have to go … after you eat and drink it has to go somewhere."
"Ah," the naga pointed over to a pile of hay on the far side of the cave. "I'm allowed to defecate over there; they clean it out every other day."
"I'm not some sort of beast," Foster growled.
"Neither am I," the naga said with a shrug of its broad shoulders.
Left with the choice of soiling himself or using the hay like cattle, he stumbled over to the corner and did his business. Afterwards he scrubbed himself using a bucket of water nearby that smelled clean. Cupping some water in his hands he went to wash his face but it was knocked aside by a lightning fast strike from the naga's tail. "Do not clean my scent from your skin, human," it ordered. "Hold out your arms."
Still too drained to do much more than obey Foster did as he was order. Shuddering as the naga sprayed him again with the foul smelling mist.
"What are you looking for now, human?"
"Just a place to close my eyes and rest," Foster said as he went to sit down.
"You'll sleep with me," the naga said. The tone left no room for arguing. With a sigh Foster approached the naga and was ready when the tail slipped around his bare waist and pulled him into the coils. "The other humans cover both their top and their bottom." The naga commented as he settled into the coils, finding them more comfortable than one would have thought.
"I haven't been permitted to wear a shirt in months," Foster yawned.
"Are you cold?" it asked. "I miss basking in the sun myself, but they seem to know this cursed cavern keeps me lethargic. The heat from your warm blood helps me but I am afraid I cannot return the favor."
Foster shrugged as he closed his eyes. "I've had it worse."
As sleep overcame him he thought he heard the naga whisper, "it will pale in comparison to what is to come."
- 34
- 35
- 36
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Brothers