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Stress-relief system
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 15:30:02 +0000 UTCCommission for bunny
Request: Naga hypno-dom bf x chubby fem reader who has a high stress job
Naga x chubby fem!reader || mind control (implied), oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (light), double penetration
“Honey, I’m homeeee!” You hear him calling from the door, but you are still a few hours away from finishing your current task even though your head hurts like a bitch. You curse internally, already predicting what is going to happen once he sees you. You promised you wouldn’t overdo it, but your brain is hurting and you have so much to do still...
“In here,” you call out as you hear him washing his long tail in the special naga fountain at the entrance. You lowkey hate that he has to do that everyday, but you also know is better to keep the house clean that way.
He enters the room and stares at you sitting miserably, looking at your screen. “Why are you still working? Weren’t you supposed to finish like an hour ago?” You know that tone, that tone is the worried husband’s tone, the one that says you are about to get punished for working too much.
“Yes, but then something else came up and I…” You try to explain, every word sounds like a poor excuse.
He cuts you: “You need to relax.” His authoritative tone makes your insides twitch, you want to hear more of that tone, but the list of tasks on your screen is screaming at you to keep working until you finish them.
“I need to finish this project before the deadline,” you retort, a bit annoyed by the whole situation.
You want more than anything to join him in a cuddle session and maybe prepare dinner together, but you need to work. It’s a discussion you have over and over, how you work too much and he doesn’t want you to overdo it. He’s seen the worst part of your stressed self, the one that cries before bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with anxiety so bad you can barely breathe.
“You need to relax,” he repeats, lower and slower this time.
You know what he’s doing, you can feel the tickles in the back of your head and the way your body let’s go of the tension. Your shoulders don’t feel rigid anymore, and your whole head stops hurting, a warm caress from the inside out making you a bit dizzy. It feels like a warm bath on a cold day and you feel every cell in your body reacting to his presence.
“But I…” You try to argue without much intent behind your words, but his hand covers your head and you feel the rest of your stress diluting. He chuckles, caressing the side of your face and lowering his towering body to kiss your forehead.
“Relax,” his voice carries a hint of something you can’t pinpoint, but your body obeys. “Now you are going to push your chair back, and you are going to walk to the sofa in the living room. You are going to take your clothes off and you are going to spread those cute human legs completely, holding your legs back so I can have full access to your pretty pussy. Understood?” You nod, your body languid as you do as told, walking into the living room as you leave your clothes behind.
You can hear him picking everything up with a chuckle, mumbling: “Such a good girl when she’s on it…” You can feel the blush covering your cheeks as you position yourself like an offering.
He appears in your field of vision with his hands full of your clothes and his dicks already leaking in front of him. You fucking love that nagas don’t wear clothes most of the time. It’s fucking fantastic that his dicks are inside his body and you can see exactly how excited it makes him to see you all spread and submissive thanks to his touch.
“Look at that, you know how to obey when you want to, don’t you, honey?” You nod, your face burning like hot lava. “Are you comfortable in that position?” You nod again, your body completely relaxed as you hold your legs back. You know in other circumstances you wouldn’t like to be so exposed, but the tickle in your brain is still there, making you feel cozy and warm.
He doesn’t want for an answer, you aren’t sure you can even speak, he lowers his torso and curls his tail under him, the perfect position to…
“Oh fuck!” You can definitely talk, and you can most than definitely curse when his forked tongue finds your clit and both sides of the double tip play with your pear like his life depends on it.
You can feel his smirk against your labia, and it only makes your blood boil faster. You can feel your juices gushing as he licks up and down your clit. Your head is thrown back as he takes his time worshiping your cunt, his clever tongue driving you into the next dimension. And just when you feel like you are about to come… he stops.
“No! No! Continue, please. Please don’t stop!” Your pleas are met with a soft laugh, his body disappearing from between your legs as he slithers to the cupboard next to the table, a bottle of lube appearing in his hand.
“I need to prep your sweet holes, honey, I can’t have you all empty, can I?” You shake your head, desperate for his touch again.
He approaches you slowly, his big body making you feel like a prey as your body relaxes once again. He lowers his head again, the tip of his fangs gracing your clit and making you scream in ecstasy for a second. Is not enough to drive you over the edge, but is more than enough to bring you very close to it. He chuckles again, the cap of the lube very loud as he opens it, squirting some over your asshole.
You let out a yelp, as he pushes two fingers right in. You are used to his rough treatment, and only makes you want to relax more. You know the tingle in your brain has something to do with it, but you don’t care. You can only care about the way his fingers feel inside of you, how good he’s stretching you and how soon he’ll be fully inside.
“What do you want, honey? Tell me what you need.” You beg a little, only pleas leaving your mouth as your legs tremble around his big shoulders. “Words, honey. I need you to say it.”
“I need… I need your cocks. Please. Please. Your cocks!” You know your tone is more than high, you are pretty sure your neighbors across the street can hear you with their monster hearing, but you don’t fucking care.
You feel so empty and so ready to be fucked you can’t care about a thing that is not him. You let out another plea, and he swoons at you, sounding very condescending but only making your pussy wetter. He pushes his torso up, his free hand finding your pussy and pushing three fingers inside.
The combination of fingers in your holes is what does it, sending your body into a fast and rough orgasm that leaves you breathless. You scream his name as he squirts some lube on his cocks, positioning them over your holes and slowly pushing inside.
You tighten around his lengths when he’s halfway in, making him curse over you, a frown appearing on his face. “What a naughty, naughty human…” He reaches down and slaps your clit softly, but with enough force to make you cry out as your pussy gushes around him, adding to the lubrication. He huffs at your reaction, amused. “What a dirty pussy you have, honey… Always so eager to swallow me in…”
His words make your eyes cross, your toes curling next to his shoulders as he pushes the last centimeters inside your welcoming heat. And then your body collapses, another orgasm rushing over you and sending you into a spiral of pleasure. You feel so full, so very full… It’s the best sensation of the world. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, every time feels as good (or better) than the last.
He grunts over your body, and next thing you know he’s fucking you like a madman, releasing all his frustrations on your poor holes as he drills in and out of you. And it feels fucking phenomenal. He starts chatting then, telling you about how you promised not to overwork, how you promised him that you’d take better care of yourself and you lied… With each statement he pushes further into you, your body folds like a pretzel as he fucks you like a monster, your mouth open in a silent scream as you see white because of the pleasure.
“Are you going to be good now? Are you going to be a good little human and obey when I say so?” You nod eagerly. You’d agree to anything if he keeps fucking you like that.
And then he pinches your clit and you let out a shout so loud you are sure all the birds from the neighborhood just flew away, your whole body seizing under him as he pushes erratically inside of you and fills your holes with enough come to make you feel stuffed like a turkey. You can feel your juices and his come mixing and gushing around his length, the utter mess making it all hotter.
You let out a final sigh as your body shakes one last time, and you melt against the sofa, his big body covering you completely. “Are you relaxed now?” He asks with a little huff against your neck, his tongue caressing your jugular.
“Very…” You respond with a dreamy sigh, your whole body feels languid and spent, and your brain definitely doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just quiet and tranquil, no stress remaining.
Having a naga husband is the perfect way to let your brain shut off… with a little bit of help.
