I didn’t have any cool ideas for this so I just went with alien naga Jack? Idk

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Rhys should have probably checked that this temple was completely empty before going inside.

Of course, when he’d swept the perimeter with the infrared sensor in his eye and found it clear, he’d assumed he was fine. His OZ kit would protect him from any surprise pockets of gas or poison, and the structure looked sound enough to not collapse on him. But still. Would it have killed him to be a little more thorough?

Now that he was bound up in the coils of some horrible creature, though, it was kind of too late for that.

Rhys gasped for breath, his legs kicking out uselessly as the muscular coil hefted him up off the ground and squeezed the fight out of his chest. He hung in its grasp, useless, unable to even grab for his gun and without enough leverage to dig the elbow of his cybernetic into the  coil. His cheeks puffed out, pink with stress and fear as a long hiss echoed out from the dark depths of the temple.

“Well. What do we have here?”

A shiver ran down Rhys’ spine as eyes suddenly glowed out of the shadows, shining like bulbs of slitted blue and green. A groan of fear spilled from his tense lips as a head followed the eyes out of the darkness, followed by a neck, shoulders, and—

A surprisingly well-toned torso.

Rhys blinked, a little surprised at himself. The last thing he should be thinking about in such a dire situation was how hot his monstrous captive looked, but well—he wasn’t going to lie to himself. For a—snake, alien thing?—it didn’t look so bad. Honestly, from the waist up, aside from a couple patches of scales and slightly elongated features, it looked almost human.

“Are you gonna answer me, or just gape like you’re outta breath? You—oh.” The alien shook his head, tutting. His black tongue flicked out between his fangs, and as Rhys looked down the coils around him started to relax a tad. He took in a deep breath, though his heart rate picked up when the alien slid closer.

When they got nearly nose to nose—so close that tongue nearly fluttered against his cheek—Rhys realized something was squirming beneath his belt. It felt small and tapered to a point, and he only realized it was the alien’s tail when it wormed into his work pants and dragged them down to his knees.

“H-Hey! Woah,” Rhys spoke up, instinctively trying to squeeze his thighs together even when the alien easily pushed them back apart. “I thought you were gonna eat me?”

“Eat you?” The creature snorted, one clawed hand grasping Rhys’ chin. His tongue flicked out against Rhys’ lips, tasting. “You do look delicious, intruder, but…nah. Not gonna eat you.”

“So you’re…you’re just gonna…oh.” Rhys tensed as the end of Jack’s tail wrapped around his cock, skin unusually soft for something that looked covered in scales.

“No one’s stumbled in here in so long…aren’t you lucky?” The alien’s other hand rubbed down its stomach, trailing over that body Rhys had been admiring moments ago before its fingers slipped inside. Rhys couldn’t exactly make out what they were doing, but he sure saw the slick, meaty cocks sliding out.

Yeah. Cocks. Plural.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna start you out slow. Don’t wanna break the first new toy I’ve had in forever.” The alien hissed as he pressed closer to Rhys’ bound body, slipping his coils up to give better access to Rhys’ groin. He moaned when the alien’s cocks pressed around his own, the tail slipping away to allow the twin shafts to sandwich that of the hapless explorer’s. His cheeks colored darker, blushing more from pleasure than lack of air now. Rhys felt a little numb as the pulse and twitch of the cocks around his stoked his arousal, leaving him panting as he stared into the endless eyes of his captor. 

“Yes…you’re much prettier and more responsive than the last one…” The alien’s fangs gleamed as he grinned, tongue winding like a pendulum. “I think I’m gonna savor you.”