My heart raced, and my breath stopped as I stumbled out of the undergrowth and locked eyes with a towering naga just a few feet in front of me. My serpentine opponent was a fearsome sight, eight feet of glistening emerald scales and raw muscle, standing eight feet tall on his massive, muscled tail and armed to the teeth. He had strapped a longbow and a quiver of poison-tipped arrows on his back, carried a sickle and a short blade on a belt around his waist, and bared his two pointy fangs in a terrifyingly confident smile as he spotted me. The rest of his musclebound body was veiled in little armor and ample jewelry that glittered and gleamed as brilliantly as his slitted golden eyes. Only a skimpy loincloth veiled his plump slit, two shining gold studs adorned his nipples, one his navel, and a few more bracelets enclosed his arms and tip of his tail.

The naga's outfit was obviously unsuitable for combat, but against a lost, unarmed mouse like me, he didn't need to wear any armor. He knew that he didn't have to fight me. He didn't even have to move a single finger as his piercing glare was enough to pin me down. His cruel, unblinking eyes triggered a primal fear in my brain that froze me in place and made it literally impossible to flee. Where was I supposed to run anyway? We were in the heart of the forest, surrounded by vines and bushes, and unlike me, he knew the area well. This was his home and I was an unwitting intruder, a forlorn rodent who was about to pay for his trespassing.

Having no other sensible option, I dropped onto my knees before the hulking serpent and begged, "I-I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't want to..." My voice faltered as the male suddenly began to move and slowly slithered toward me. The muscles in his thick tail tensed and flexed with every undulation, and he hissed something in an unfamiliar language as he bent over to inspect me.

"P-please, c-can't w-we..." I tried to apologize, but the serpent quickly shut me up, pressing one of his broad hands onto my muzzle as he continued to stare deep into my soul. Meanwhile, his other hand slid onto my body, roaming my shoulders, my chest, and my belly, stroking my silky gray fur and squeezing my flesh with almost painful force. Each touch sent another terrible shiver through me and robbed me of my confidence, bit by bit, as he treated me like a piece of meat for sale.

Once the male was satisfied with what he found, he grabbed my flimsy vest with both hands and simply ripped it apart. The act of violence finally snapped me out of my terrified daze and sparked a desperate desire to get up and run while he was busy with my tattered clothing. It didn't matter where, just away! My whiskers twitched, and my muscles tensed as I prepared to whirl around, but of course, the experienced predator beat me to it, and my torso had just begun to rise when he grabbed my shoulder and slammed me back down on the forest floor. He drove the point home when he coiled the end of his tail around my legs and pinned me down with his whole weight, hissing at me dismissively before he continued to rip and tear the rest of my attire from my shivering body.

I was so absorbed by the serpent's relentless gaze that I didn't notice what was happening with the rest of him. However, as soon as the naga finished stripping my clothing and discarding the tatters, he made sure to show me. He grabbed my head and guided it to his crotch, where I was greeted by his two huge pink cocks. Each tapered cone was easily as long as my forearm and just as thick at the base. Their slick, sweaty skin glistened in the sunlight and was seamed by countless nubs and nasty barbs, and with every throb, they grew a little larger and fatter.

The serpent granted me another second to digest the sight of his throbbing arousal before he shoved my face right into the cleft between his cocks. I gagged as a cocktail of sharp, pungent odors and musk invaded my nostrils, his swollen meat pulsing and grinding against my cheeks and soaking my fur and whiskers with sweat and pre. I reflexively pressed my paws against his hips, trying to push myself away from him, but he forced me even closer with an iron grip and continued to rub his barbed pricks against my face. I tried to hold my breath and inhale as little of his overbearing stench as possible, but he just coiled his tail around my chest and squeezed all the air from my lungs, and when he eventually loosened the crushing embrace, I willingly sucked in his musk and gratefully filled my body with his pheromones.

My body's reaction to the naga's wanton actions and intoxicating musk wasn't long in coming. The sheer strength of his aroma broke my already beaten mind and seized me with regrettable arousal. My heart hammered in my chest, my body heated up with confused desire, my muzzle began to water, and a narrow pink tip emerged from my fuzzy sheath. Reality and fantasy blurred before my eyes, and the idea to lick and worship the towering male grew with every huff of his potent scent, and perhaps if I did a good job, he'd let me go? It was a delusional notion at best but seemingly my only option as I slowly succumbed to my strange lust.

The hunter snickered with triumphant glee as I finally gave in and licked his pulsing lengths, filling my muzzle with a heady, tangy taste of his arousal. He even rewarded me with a glimpse of freedom, letting go of my head and allowing me to indulge his cocks at my own pace. Maybe this could have been an opportunity to strike back? Unfortunately, I was still trapped in his coil, and my mind was too clouded with lust to muster any meaningful resistance anyway. By now, his barbed, menacing cocks had become a heavenly gift that I desperately craved to taste and savor. Without wasting another thought, I grabbed his throbbing shafts and fervently licked and kissed them in turns, lapping up and drinking his salty pre as if it was the nectar of the gods.

However, while my worship elicited a serenade of lusty huffs and hisses from the serpent, it still wasn't enough to satisfy his growing arousal. Ultimately, he decided to take matters into his own hands, and he pulled me away, aligning one of his pointy tips with my lips. I blankly stared at the throbbing, spiky flesh before wrapping my muzzle around it and sucking on it with mindless thirst. The idea that he was preparing to fuck my throat with his massive meat didn't even cross my horny mind for a single second. It was clearly too big to fit, at least that's what I thought. 

The naga's muzzle twisted into a diabolical grin as he steadied my head and suddenly slammed his bloated wang into my muzzle, making me feel every inch and instantly snapping me out of my lusty trance. I gagged and choked as his tip punched into the back of my throat, I burst into tears when every spine and barb on his girth raked against my palate, and sharp jolts of pain flashed through my brain as he plunged it down my neck, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. My arms were weak, my screams were muffled by his fat cock, and the rest of my body was still trapped by his heavy tail while he simply took what he wanted.

After what felt like an eternity, the hunter finally accomplished what should have been impossible: burying his entire cock in my throat. The throbbing meat stretched my jaw to the limit, bulged my neck, and reached so far down that its tip dribbled its sticky pre right into my stomach while the other one lay draped over my face, smearing his sweat all over my nose and my forehead. I felt excessively full, couldn't breathe, and my throat burned with pain from the violent insertion, but when I looked up, I was greeted by a blazing fire in his slitted eyes. This was only just the beginning.

The hulking male pulled his dick out as forcefully as he had slammed it in, granting me just enough time to suck in a single breath of air before he started pounding my muzzle with merciless thrusts, in and out, faster and faster. His barbed cock violently loosened my throat, stretched my little jaw to the limits, and smeared sweat and pre all over my tongue, my taste buds flooding with his pungent, reptilian aroma while my vision blurred with tears. And while his massive cock suppressed every sound I made except the most miserable choking, he made up for my silence with resounding snarls and hisses, his noises of pleasure sending terrible shivers down my spine, triggering a primal fear in my poor rodent brain.

For just a moment, I had believed that I could sway him with licks and kisses, but it had never been enough. For just a regrettable minute, I had been stupid and gullible enough to yield to his pheromones. I had let down my defense, and now I received much more than I ever asked for, much more than I ever wanted and almost too much to bear. My neck burned from the relentless pounding and my forehead reddened as his other spiked prick bashed down and slammed into my face with every thrust.

I quickly lost track of time as the hunter abused me like a worthless fuck toy, and yet, he had the courtesy to let me breathe. Every time my mind began to fade, black dots and bright flashes filling my vision, he pulled out and allowed me to catch my breath, his dripping tips dangling in front of my muzzle. With every desperate gasp, my nose was invaded by more of his overpowering, mind-bending aroma and his tail squeezed and rubbed against my pecker, flushing my body with corrupting arousal and making me rock-hard while my mind burst into shambles. And as soon as my lungs were full and my brain had cleared enough to comprehend my dire situation, the moment I whimpered and rose my voice to beg for mercy once more, he shoved one of his spiked cocks back into my gaping muzzle and continued to hammer my aching muzzle.

Round after round, the naga continued to violate my throat and ruin my face. Eventually, my tears dried up, and the pain numbed as my body surrendered to the unstoppable assault. My thoughts dissipated in an incoherent mist, and my mind went blank with apathy until he finally approached the point of no return. He threw his head back and howled skyward as he came, the echo of his bestial cry ringing in my ears. For the first time, the rutting ceased, and he held my head perfectly still once he had shoved his massive cock down my gullet, but the moment of peace was treacherous. As his meat got ready to deposit his vile load, it swelled and fattened even more, and his spines dug deep into my sore flesh, deep enough to trigger a fresh, blinding wave of pain. I still couldn't scream, my limbs were still weak and useless, so I could only witness as he unleashed his cum inside me, squirting half of the thick, gooey liquid directly into my stomach and the other half all across my face and ears, coating me with his pungent scent.

Spurt after spurt, second after second, the serpent poured semen down my throat and showered my torso, and the flood never faded, seemingly lasting forever. I wasn't prepared for the ridiculous amounts he kept pumping out. It was more than enough to fill and bloat my stomach and drench my messy gray fur, and it lasted for well over a minute, long enough that his throbbing prick slowly suffocated me, my lungs starting to burn and my vision growing dark and blurry. Nonetheless, one solacing albeit naive thought comforted my rattled mind: if the naga was sexually satisfied, he might let me go. After all, what other benefit could he possibly get from a small, weak mouse like me?

The moment the serpent pulled his cock out of my ruined maw, I quickly learned that I was wrong on all accounts. I still clung onto that ridiculous hope of freedom until the very end, hoping he would simply discard me as he lifted me up and out of the clutch of his tail, closing my eyes when he hovered my butt over his swollen peckers. Despite his previous orgasm, they were just as swollen and intimidating as ever. The serpentine beast still wasn't satisfied.

"Please, no! Let me go!" I cried, my words horribly twisted as they tumbled out of my broken mouth, crossing my legs and covering my ass with my rosy tail the best I could.

The scaled serpent only responded with growling laughter, staring me down with his gleaming golden eyes and yanking my tail out of the way before he unceremoniously shoved one of his barbed shafts up my virginal asshole. My desperate plea twisted into an ear-splitting howl as the massive appendage battered through my insides. My scream ended just as quickly because the naga immediately pressed his muzzle onto mine and thrust his slender tongue deep into my neck, suffocating my voice and eliciting a sharp gag from my sore throat.

One last time, my resistance reared up, and I tried to close my muzzle, to bite his invading muscle clean off, but the hunter anticipated my plans long before I could put them into action. Without missing a beat, he began to fuck me with all his strength, slamming his barbed cock in and out of my tight hole in an act of raw violence rather than lust. This wasn't about pleasure. This was about utter and total dominance, about crushing me completely, punishing my mere thought of opposition, and thwarting my plans by making me howl without pause. Only that his invasive kiss still choked any attempt at a real scream into a wretched rattle.

Within a few thrusts, my guts already hurt as much as my throat, and after a minute of merciless reaming, I was loose enough for his next trick. The naga suddenly pulled out, and for a blissful instant, my aching hole was empty. Unfortunately, I was mentally too shattered to realize the horrible implications. Obviously, he hadn't stopped thrusting because he had been struck by a moment of mercy, but because he was gearing up for even nastier fun.

Only when the serpent aligned both of his massive cocks with my sphincter, the two tips kissing my gaping, reddened hole, I caught on, and dread spread through me, but I was still too small to stop him and even weaker than before. I couldn't even clench down anymore, as his rutting had already thoroughly ruined my asshole. I could only choke and whimper when he inevitably rammed his barbed monsters into my tight butt, sending a glaring flash of pain through my body and my brain.

Initially, my insides managed to resist the naga's assault through sheer desperation, his reckless thrusts making little progress. But as always, the hunter ultimately got what he wanted through raw, relentless force alone and his pricks spread my poor asshole far enough to delve deeper, inch by inch, thrust by thrust. My whole body shook and trembled in his massive hands like a feeble ragdoll, my limbs jerking and flailing aimlessly, my eyes flowed over with more tears while my cock remained rock-hard from the ravaging alone.

Before too long, the fat, obscene outline of the hunter's two cocks appeared on my belly. The bulges raced up and down my midriff in a never-ending cycle, from my tiny, dangling erection all the way to my diaphragm, raking and scraping my sore insides. To make matters worse, the naga broke the kiss just to show me how much he was defiling me, how much he was raping and ruining my insides. His eyes glowed with malevolent pride as he saw my shocked gaze and heard my agonized cries, my voice hitching every time his tips punched into my lungs.

Fortunately, there was one upside to the ridiculously tight fit: the naga quickly succumbed to pleasure and his second orgasm. To my tormented mind, the two minutes up to the final eruption still felt like a small eternity. The thrusts seemingly never slowed and never stopped, their rhythm dominating all my senses, and when he finally came, his climax struck me with all its might. From one moment to the next, all movement ceased as he rammed his bloated dicks inside me with one last time, hissing at the skies in uncontested triumph.

I groaned and gasped as the naga's throbbing rods grew inside me and swelled to even greater proportions, his sharp barbs digging into my inflamed flesh before the first shot of wet, hot cum gushed inside me. His load was even bigger the second time. Each and every spurt was powerful enough to knock the air out of my lungs and voluminous enough to fill and inflate my belly in no time. Within seconds, he had already pumped enough of his fertile seed into me that it concealed the outline of his vile shafts, and this was only just the beginning. As his orgasm ran its course, it fattened and reshaped my taut midriff into a swollen, sloshing ball of cum. In fact, the ballooning bulge was getting so heavy that it sagged under the sheer weight and made every last nerve ending inside me fire non-stop. The pressure became so high that I even feared to pop at a moment's notice, but thankfully, my battered, broken flesh held on until the serpent's orgasm finally abated.

As the pulsing and pumping ended, a tiny shimmer of hope broke through the mist of pain and overstimulation that shrouded my brain. I had weathered the abuse and the filling, and judging by the satisfied grin on the naga's lipless muzzle, his lust was sated for the moment. There was a minuscule chance that this was the end of this brief but terrible chapter in my life, but he made sure to squash that desperate notion as soon as it emerged. Faster than the blink of an eye, his muzzle darted forward and slammed his teeth into my shoulder. A sharp, hot pain flashed through my brain as the pair of daggers pierced my skin, dug into my flesh, and delivered their potent payload. Whatever hope and relief I had instantly turned to pure, unadulterated horror. This was it! He had never even considered releasing me, at least not alive. This was how I would die!

However, before his despicable venom could unfold its effects, he exacerbated my mortal fear by presenting me with an even more gruesome end. As he removed his fangs from my shoulder, he unhinged his jaw with a bloodcurdling crack and looked at me with a huge, gaping maw, the crimson red of his gums spanning most of my vision as his hot, putrid breath washed over my cum-soaked face. My heart skipped a beat, and my brain froze as I stared down his bottomless gullet, and when he slowly lifted me over his head, his intentions finally dawned on me. The hunter was about to devour me right here and now! Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything to stop him as his venom, and my fear had paralyzed me from my toes to my ears, my limbs dangled motionlessly, and breathing was becoming harder with every passing second.

Time slowed to a crawl as the serpent retracted his venomous fangs and lowered me into his vast, hungry maw, bringing me closer and closer to my final resting place inside his belly. Soon, I lost sight of his greedy golden eyes and the rest of the surrounding woods as his glistening crimson tunnel enveloped all of my vision. A mighty shiver raced through my body as the tip of my round ears bumped against the top of his palate. His forked tongue didn't remain idle either. It nimbly flicked around my muzzle and over my face, sampling my scent and my taste while further lubricating my descent.

My vision was glowing with the bright red of his gums before my shoulders passed his lips, and my torso blocked out the sunlight, dimming the light and muffling all exterior sounds. With my ears pressed against his warm gums, the only things I could still hear were the incessant wet slurping of flesh, the distant thumping of his heart, and the rumbling of his hungry belly, my final destination.

For just a moment, my movement stopped as his gullet became too tight for my body to sink any deeper, but then he began to swallow with a loud gag. His muscles constricted around me in a rolling contraction, undulating from my belly to my head and slowly wrenching me into his esophagus, inch by inch in an agonizing struggle. My arms got pressed against my torso and my tail against my butt while the rising pressure forced some of his excessive load back out of my belly, sticky cum gushing from my ruined asshole and running over my legs.

At that point, he pushed a fist against my gaping pucker and simply slammed it in to keep me from leaking any more of his semen. Despite the violent act, it felt surprisingly tame compared to the brutality of his spiked hemidicks. In fact, the moment his tongue began to rub and stroke my erection, a twisted euphoria washed through my fading, air-deprived body, triggering a wave of most regrettable arousal that even overshadowed my fear.

The deeper I slid, the more intense the rippling of his esophagus became, kneading and massaging every last bit of my body, rubbing and grinding against my cock, and pushing me ever closer to an orgasm I never asked for. Finally, as he removed his fist from my guts, the stimulation sufficed to make me burst, but with his paralyzing venom coursing through my veins, the climax was wholly underwhelming. Nothing happened, and I only felt even more tingly and sensitive than before, perceiving the last moment of my descent in even more disturbing detail as my erection transmitted every bump and ripple to my brain.

Finally, my legs had disappeared inside his maw, and I felt another crack as he reset his jaw and shut the only way out for good, trapping me inside this humid, fleshy channel. Now, it was only a matter of time until I reached his stomach. It didn't even matter how long that would actually take, as time had no meaning in this place, and my muddied mind barely registered any stimulation at all anymore. I hardly felt the moment my muzzle slipped into his stomach, but I still noticed when my journey reached its end. Suddenly, the directed movement stopped. I had settled inside his belly, and as the venom claimed the last bits of my sanity, the rippling and churning of his insides started to feel strangely comfortable. There was no more space for fear and worry as the digestive contractions of his stomach lulled me in what would be my last sleep before his body digested me and turned me into more fat and muscle to fuel his hunts. It was my last thought as one final breath slipped out of my lungs and sealed my fate, the fate of a young mouse who had ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time.