Black, claw-tipped fingers tapped rhythmically against the curve of your hips, each click breaking the heavy silence of the jungle. The naga’s golden tail tightened its hold around your waist, gilded scales catching what little light filtered through the tightly interwoven canopy above his nest as his parted lips released a quiet hiss.

The vibrant gold of his long, thick tail faded into pale human skin as it met his hips, pressed flush against yours. His sharp fangs glided lazily along the length of your exposed throat, their tips grazing the delicate flesh. Your pulse throbbed beneath the surface, a rapid, frantic rhythm that he could feel as much as hear. It was intoxicating. DIO’s tongue flicked out, tasting the warmth of your blood and sweat in the humid air.

Your head drooped, too heavy for your venom-slackened muscles to support. A languid exhale left him as your neck tilted back, your vulnerability laid bare before him. His tongue, long and forked, flicked across the puncture wounds he’d left at the crook of your neck. The venom wasn’t meant to harm—it merely subdued, dulled resistance, and bent the will of his new mate to his own.

“Dizzy, are you?” DIO murmured, his voice low and laced with mockery. His pupils constricted to thin, sharp slits, catching your glassy gaze as one pointed ear twitched in satisfaction. Your earlier defiance had been reduced to this pliant, dazed form wrapped in his prehensile coils.