[Summary: Yvette, a kind-hearted forest guardian, finds a concussed human in the woods and requires a specific ingredient for a remedy — the shed skin of a naga. She strikes a deal with a beautiful witch in the mountains and gets more than she bargained for. link to art of the characters in the comments!]

Deep in the woods of [REDACTED], hikers often go missing while passing through the mountain trails. On rare occasions, a body is found. On even rarer occasions, survivors will return with wild tales of fierce beasts, beautiful women, and otherworldly phenomena. It’s all chalked up to delirium from prolonged exposure to the elements. The mind makes up some crazy stuff to protect itself, after all.

Yvette, a fierce beast and also a beautiful woman, is on one of her daily strolls when she encounters what at first seems to be a lifeless human. She kneels down and checks their pulse, relieved to find they’re alive. She shakes them to try and wake them, to no avail.

She glances at the sky. The human would surely die left alone, sooner rather than later with the smell of rain on the wind and gray clouds rolling in. She easily gathers the limp form in her giant arms, carrying them back to her current campsite.

She’s taken up residence in a small mud and moss hut by a spring that feeds into a river whose ecosystem wasn’t fairing too well. The fae brings the human inside and undresses them, thoroughly inspecting them for wounds. They’re unconscious but mostly unharmed. Several bruises along their body and the blood stained hat they had been wearing suggest they may have taken a tumble and hit their head, which explains why they’re alive. If they had run into one of her forest acquaintances, there’d most likely be nothing left to find.

Yvette is neutral in the killing of humans, as it’s just part of the food chain in this forest. She doesn’t like it, but no more than she dislikes a falcon having to eat a rabbit. Besides, if they didn’t want to be eaten, they should stay in their own homes. This human however, was helpless. Like any other wounded animal, Yvette was compelled to help it.

She redresses the human and tucks them into her sleeping quarters; a bed of moss and a blanket of furs. Once she’s satisfied they will be comfortable if they wake up (which she’s confident won’t be happening without her assistance) she begins preparing a remedy for them.

All goes smoothly until she realizes she’s out of a very necessary ingredient: shed skin from a naga. It’s been so long since she had to gather any, she doesn’t even know if there’s a naga living within a day’s travel… too much longer and her human might not make it.

Wasting no time, she checks on the human one last time before she sets out to investigate. It takes longer than she’d like, but eventually she learns from a group of fungi fae that a naga witch has taken up residence in the mountains. That explains the uptick in missing people in the area. It’s only a few hours walk for a hooved creature like herself, so she leaves immediately.

She brings with her a few valuable potion ingredients as potential bartering items in a small satchel. The journey there is pleasant and uneventful, other than the rain that begins pouring down half an hour into her trek. Yvette braids her long silver hair to keep it out of her face. The weather clears up after the brief torrential downpour.

The witch’s cave isn’t hard to find when you know what to look for. It’s a small elevated entrance, one that’s much more difficult to navigate if you don’t have a long muscular body designed for climbing. Yvette’s hooves and large muscular forearms give her an advantage. She reaches the entrance in no time.

The fae unbraids her hair, now mostly dry, trying to make herself as presentable as possible. Being nude, there isn’t really anything to fuss with besides her hair. She drapes it over her chest in an attempt at modesty before taking a deep breath and entering the mouth of the cave.

“Hello?” She calls into the darkness. “I am Yvette, of the forest…I mean no harm, I simply wish to barter.”

She’s met with stillness and silence. She waits a moment before she takes a step farther into the cave— there’s a rush of air that whips her hair around as several torches fixed to the walls ignite in unison.

Yvette follows the path cautiously, but she can’t deny the feeling of excitement and the rush of the anticipation. She could be in danger, or she could be perfectly safe. Only time will tell.

She steels her nerves and proceeds forward.

She comes to a fork in the tunnel. She puzzles for just a moment, then the torches in one tunnel ignite. This happens twice more before she enters a large cavern. A small waterfall cascades gently down the rocks from a hole in the high ceiling, as well as peach colored light from the setting sun. The areas of the cave that light reaches are lush with greenery. In one of the areas barren of plants, is a pile of furs not unlike her own sleeping arrangement…except much, much larger.

The uneven walls of the cave are lined with crude shelves stocked with all manner of ingredients and trinkets. A fire crackles in a pit, over which hangs a small cauldron. Whatever is stewing smells sweet and floral.

“Hello?” Yvette whispers. She clears her throat and tries again. “Hello? I am—“

“Yvette.” A velvety voice interrupts her. She spins around to catch her first glimpse of the witch.

She’s lying on her stomach. Her lengthy body is draped over an outcropping in the cave wall over the entrance that serves as a perfect perch. Her tail dangles lazily, much like her arms over the other edge. Her pale skin is dotted with fine freckles, and her strawberry blonde hair is gathered in a messy bun, held in place with golden hair sticks.

“Yes.” The fae replies, trying to sound sure of herself. She’s taken aback by the woman’s beauty.

The witch slithers down from her perch. Like Yvette, she's mostly nude. She’s draped in roughly forged golden jewelry, no fabric to speak of. Yvette is particularly drawn to a decorative chain that connects her nipple rings.

The witch keeps her distance for a moment. She stops at her cauldron, facing away from her guest and stirring the sweet concoction when she asks, “What is it you seek?”

Yvette readies her bag, knowing her request is a pricey one. “If you’d indulge me, I have wares in my bag that I hope will be worthy of a discarded molt?”

The witch’s interest is piqued, but she doesn’t react right away. She finishes stirring and taps her ladle dry, then turns to face the fae. “A tall order.” She says, crossing her arms under her breasts. They already looked lovely, but propped up like that the fae can’t look away. “What have you to trade?”

Yvette feels her cheeks starting to warm, hoping the other woman doesn’t notice or mind her gaze. She rifles through her bag, listing the items.

“I’ve brought werewolf fur, mandrake root, several varieties of dried mushrooms and herbs—If what I have is not enough, I can return with more. I just need a small amount to—“

The tip of the witch’s tail presses against her lips like a finger to silence her. “I don’t require any of this.”

Yvette’s heart sinks for a second. She gently pushes the witch’s tail away. “So you decline my offer, Miss— what is your name?”

“Daphne.” The naga replies as she slithers closer. “And I didn’t say that, did I, pet? I will grant your request, but not without a price, dear.” Daphne hisses with a smile. She hovers at least a full foot taller than the fae, staring down at her between her massive breasts.

It’s still difficult for Yvette to look anywhere else, but she does her best to look past the erect nipples and into the snake witch’s deep pink eyes instead when she asks: “What is your offer?”

The naga lowers her body and coils it forward, gently wrapping her tail around Yvette’s hooves. She definitely notices Yvette’s flushed cheeks, and even if she hadn’t she can literally taste the smaller woman’s interest in the air.

“You wish to partake of my flesh,” She whispers into the fae’s ear. She punctuates her next sentence by gently sliding her fingers between the smaller woman’s lower thighs, gliding farther up with each word. “So…I’d like…to partake… of yours.”

Yvette’s stomach flutters as the other woman’s fingers ghost through her public hair. Daphne hovers, waiting for an agreement before proceeding.

“That sounds fair,” Yvette breathes shakily.

The witch’s mouth curls into a devilish smile before she pulls the other woman in for a kiss. Her forked tongue dominates the kiss, leaving the smaller woman overwhelmed in a pleasant way. She gently rubs the soft mound between the guardian’s legs as she claims every centimeter of her mouth.

Yvette is slick in no time. She’s always been one to swoon easily, and today is no exception. She’s smitten with the other woman’s fiery hair, her cream colored skin and glittering scales… speaking of scales; The coils around her legs have worked their way up around her thighs, keeping them pressed firmly together as the naga toys with Yvette’s arousal, gently sliding her fingers through her lips and spreading the slickness around messily.

The witch rubs teasing circles around her prey’s engorged clit while she explores the rest of her body with her free hand. To keep wandering hands at bay, she wraps the very tip of her tail around the smaller woman’s wrists and gently holds them behind her back.

She’s met with a gentle sigh when she lowers her head and wraps her long tongue around one nipple, following suit with her mouth. She sucks greedily at the soft flesh while she toys with the other breast in her free hand.

Daphne continues to tease, enjoying the little sounds of longing and impatience from the fae. She threads her fingers through the other woman’s hair and pulls her head back and into another deep kiss, simultaneously slipping one finger inside her eager captive. This elicits the most delicate moan from both parties. She massages with gentle, deliberate strokes of her hand.

The fae tastes of spring water and wildflower honey. Sweet, pure, refreshing. Daphne moans softly into Yvette’s mouth again as the smaller woman starts greedily sucking on her tongue, eager to reciprocate the affections any way she can in her bound state.

Daphne manages to wiggle another finger inside her new toy, but only lingers long enough to wet her digits. She pulls her hand away, then begins massaging the area where human genitals would be if she had them. She rubs her fingers along a slit in her scales, probing and dipping her fingertips below the surface with the aid of Yvette’s slickness.

The fae watches, transfixed and completely nonverbal as she often becomes during sex. Her eyes express everything as she observes hungrily.

Yvette struggles half heartedly against her bondage, itching to get her hands on her captor and help. She watches Daphne open herself up, sliding three fingers completely inside and stroking. She imagines kneeling down and using her mouth would be much more efficient…

Something pokes out of the slit, and Yvette becomes increasingly excited as Daphne strokes herself to full arousal and a thick, pink, curved member is revealed. It’s slick looking from tip to base and dripping precome by the time it’s fully emerged.

“Mmhph…” is all Yvette can manage, eyes darting back and forth pleadingly between Daphne’s eyes and her cock.

“Don’t you have any words, little one?” The witch coos. She strokes herself slowly a couple times, enjoying the envious and lustful stare. She toys with the tip of her cock, flushed and throbbing.

Daphne flicks her tongue out; the air is impossibly heavy with the taste of Yvette’s desperation… She can’t wait to fuck the little imp senseless. She loosens her grip on her prey and allows her hands back, but remains coiled around her so that she isn’t supporting her own weight at all.

Yvette shakes her head ‘no’ in response to the question and presses forward, taking the witch’s face in both her hands and kissing her deeply as she grinds her hips forward. She spreads her legs the small amount she can and slides Daphne’s cock through her thighs, rubbing her clit up and down the shaft. She is trying to wiggle it inside herself when the witch tightens her coils again, forcing her to hold still.

“Alright, alright. My, you’re so lovely…” Daphne mutters after she manages to break the kiss. She contracts the muscles in her lower body just enough to align her cock and slides it effortlessly inside Yvette’s eager hole. Her eyes roll back as she hisses in delight. A tiny shift in her tail and abdomen muscles allows her to enter fully with minimal movement.

The smaller woman absolutely melts the moment she’s penetrated.

“Oh! Oh…g-goodness…” Yvette throws her arms over the larger woman’s shoulders as she starts to thrust, trying to spread her legs more—but she’s firmly trapped by the endless looking length of shimmering peach and buttercream scales. They glitter beautifully, catching the light with each small contraction of muscle that results in a thorough, deep fucking.

For a moment, the only sounds are of heavy breathing, soft moans, and slick skin sliding together.

Daphne gets a bit too excited and needs to take a moment to breathe, so she slows her thrusts and just basks in the warmth around her. Yvette protests, whimpering and trying to wriggle her hips for more stimulation.

“That’s so cute,” Daphne chuckles. She stares directly into the smaller woman’s eyes as she holds her still, relishing the sheer desperation she sees in the pools of powder blue. Her pussy is working as hard as it can to get more friction— squeezing and convulsing around Daphne’s swollen member in the most tantalizing way.

Yvette is so wet, even the tiniest movement feels like Daphne is sliding her cock through warm silk. She could sit like this for hours, but she gets the feeling little Yvette would go mad with need. The mental visual is enticing, but Daphne chooses mercy instead of torture. She allows Yvette to suffer just a moment longer, then changes their dynamic dramatically.

She uncoils her tail and allows Yvette total freedom, curious what the horny little imp will do with the opportunity. She’s not let down when Yvette hops forward, wrapping her arms and legs around the other woman and aligning herself just right before she begins to rock her hips.

Daphne bites her lip and relaxes her body a bit more, lying down on her back so that her new friend can get better leverage. Yvette unwraps her legs and braces her knees and hooves on the ground, then begins riding the naga in earnest. She glides up and down the impossibly thick length of it, tits bouncing as she ruts with abandon. She throws her head back and grinds her hips furiously, unaware of anything around her as she rides Daphne straight to orgasm.

The witch focuses and tenses her body, determined not to come just yet. She needs to watch the way Yvette’s back arches, the way the sweat rolls down the soft curves of her breasts and stomach, the delicate whimpers as she continues to ride out her climax… She hyper focuses on watching her dripping cock slide effortlessly between Yvette’s lips, puffy and flushed with arousal.

Once Yvette’s stopped bouncing, Daphne uses her tail to tip her forward and catches her in her arms. They rest like that for a minute, regaining their composure slightly.

The fae moans quietly, accepting her fate as the naga begins to thrust into her again ever so gently. Her eyelids flutter and she buries her head in the crook of the other woman’s neck— she smells like warm summer rain on cool stones, or fog rolling across a lake in the evening.

Daphne continues to effortlessly fuck her new toy, stroking her hair and horns, telling her how beautiful she is. She’s not sure how long it goes on for, but by the time she’s ready to come, Yvette is a whimpering mess in her arms again— and she learned another word! “Please,” she moans breathlessly as Daphne massages one of her breasts. She manages to make eye contact and repeat herself in her daze, grinding forward weakly but desperately. “Please…Please…”

The naga doesn’t reply, she simply tilts Yvette’s chin upward and begins thrusting more vigorously. The fae goes slack jawed and happily takes her prize, doing her best to thrust in time with Daphne to ensure each stroke drives home. The witch brings her closer for another kiss as she feels the smaller woman start to convulse around her cock— she’s coming again.

Daphne grabs Yvette’s ass firmly, kneading the supple flesh and ruthlessly pounding into her as she feels her own orgasm start to overtake her. Her last thrusts are deep and rough. She continues to thrust until their come dribbles messily down her scales, then gradually slows until she is just resting inside.

They lie together like that until the witch’s arousal has softened and retreats back inside her. She offers to help tidy Yvette up and a place for her to regain her wits, which the dazed guardian accepts without hesitation.

After a short rest, Yvette is lucid enough to crawl out of the bed of furs she’d seen earlier and try to stand. “Thank you for fulfilling my request,” She says sleepily.

“You’re welcome,” Daphne says with a smile. She uses her tail to gently push the smaller woman back down into the furs. “But you’re in no condition to travel back home now. Rest the night, and set out in the morning.”

She runs a hand through Yvette’s silky hair, down her cheek, then touches her opposite thumb to the other woman’s lower lip. It smells sweet, and Yvette realizes she’s dipped it in the concoction she had been brewing earlier. “I’ll be sure to keep you comfortable…” Daphne slips her thumb into the other woman’s mouth. “All night…” She promises.

[End]