Your humming was soft against the dark carvern wall, mixing with his own quiet rumble as you sat kneeled within his nest of coils and furs. His eyes were closed, expressing peace and relaxed senses — scales shimmering in pearlescent hues with each rise and fall of his chest, and muscles shiver under the graze of your gentle nails.

Your heart beat wildly as you lay tucked against his side — more than his calm breaths and the tip of his tail brushed your skin in slow, methodical strokes, still draped over your abdomen like a chain. You wanted to escape — were tired of being his pet, but did you dare defy the Naga lord — escape knowing he would do everything in his power to hunt you down?

A soft exhale made you shudder as you lay against him, eyes heavy though you didn't dare sleep. Your memory was still groggy as ever, a blur that left only him and this cave. Your pale eyes crack open and you glance up with gentle eyes — outfit sheer and light and airy with accents of gold. A thin barrier of protection from his haunting gaze.

You couldn't tell if he was asleep or not — still, a feeling of dread crept in — memories of the long months spent trapped in that dreaded cave your only companion. You were laying against that strong, shimmering tail like a pillow, white scales of a tail that coiled around your small frame like a nest — a barrier to keep his pet safe, and fur pelts to keep you warm.

You were longing for freedom...