This choice: Coatzintli: The Naga Queen • Go Back... In the deep jungles of the Motee Marsh there are many great golden palaces that erupt out of the canopy like glittering mountains; the greatest and largest of all these houses the queen of the most populous race within the steamy jungles, the Naga Queen.
Within her titanic golden palace there are many rooms for the queen’s usage. One in particular nobody is allowed within, save for the queen and her chosen bride. Outside armed guards stand tall, their tails not even twitching as they stand motionless, halberds in hand. But inside this room there was plenty of movement going on.
If one was to gaze within this sacred room they would see a gigantic bed, made of many silken cushions and spreads, with giant golden snake statues on each corner. And on the bed was the naga queen herself, laid flat on her back with her arms splayed out, long black hair askew and her eyes clenched as her fangs bite her bottom-lip in pleasure.
“Yes! YES! YES!!!” The queen screamed as her wife and lover lay on top, her snake-like bottom half wrapped around her larger partner’s larger tail.
Their entwined tails lashed around wildly as the pair engaged in the intimate act of naga love-making. As an all female species, the naga needed a way to keep their population up, so females had evolved to fill either role. There were legends that there were once Naga males, but due to low population percentages between the sexes, some isolated all-female cities evolved this trait and the males died out once they re-integrated.
But there was still a small problem. Naga women only laid one egg at a time, and their gestation period was very long…with one exception. A Naga queen could give birth to one hundred eggs at a time, and spent just as long gestating them as any other female would one. This was partially why Naga queens were larger than standard Naga, their bone structure needed to be stronger to hold the extra weight pregnancy would bring.
Naga were not the only all-female race in Yndyre though, but they were the only ones with such low population growth. Which was why it was deemed necessary that the queen find a wife as soon as possible after her coronation; luckily for Coatzintli, her childhood friend and once hand-maiden had become her partner and then wife. The coronation had finished only a few hours ago even, and already the pair were “celebrating” hard.
Coatzintli screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt her wife enter her over and over, their tightened tails made every motion all the more pleasurable. The serpent sovereign lashed her arms around her wife’s back, holding her tight and pushing even more as she felt her pleasure reach its peak.
“C-mon, so close…” Coatzintli grunted as beads of sweat from her wife’s brow dripped onto her face. Then it happened, there was a sudden rush, and a feeling of being suddenly full before both snakes lost all their energy and collapsed together in a heap. All their rolling and thrashing however had led to them rolling towards the edge of the massive bed, and with a heavy thud both rolled over onto the golden floor, bedspread falling across them moments later.
“Li…I think we fell off…” the smaller naga giggled as both started laughing uncontrollably. Thankfully, despite the guard hearing the noise, none rushed to the “rescue”. They had been given explicit instructions to not disturb at all costs. This gave both Naga the chance to fall asleep on each other as they bathed in the afterglow, the tips of their tail sticking out of the sheets and holding on to each other firmly.
***
One week later…
“Ugh, why do I have to entertain this…monkey…” Coatzintli huffed as she stood stock still while her attendants were in the middle of dressing her in all her finery.
“It is to show the humans that we mean business by having them meet with the queen…and please don’t call them a monkey during the trade.” Her wife explained with a slight pleading tone at the end.
“Fine Patli…” The queen huffed as the final robes and ornaments were attached to her form. “How do I look?”
Patli gazed upon her wife in all her finery. A massive and magnificent headdress rested upon her crown, tipped with the longest feathers of the local birds of the Marshes. A thin piece of fabric was dressed across her modest bosom, with small gold rings dangling from it. Her smooth belly was exposed to the elements, to allow her skin to breath in such a hot climate; and right at the point where her brown and black-striped skin met her scales she wore a flowing dress, bedecked with many precious jewels.
“Beautiful as always.” Patli stated with a smile.
“Ha! You never say anything else do you?” Coatzintli replied, slithering over and leaning down to give her wife a small kiss on the cheek.
“Because it is always true.” Patli replied, tapping the queen on the nose as they turned to enter the throne room.
Coatzintli could not help stare back however, Patli was dressed in far less resplendent clothes, but they still made her look even more beautiful than before. Patli had beautiful turquoise, red and black stripes that ran laterally up her scaly body until they met her smooth orangey-brown skin. Her black hair had been braided and tied around her head, unlike Coatzintli’s which was left to flow behind her. Coatzintli was always enthralled by her more colorful partner; Naga queens were not only bigger than normal Naga, but they had duller colors too (most likely a leftover of some trait where they had to camouflage). But Patli's colors were more than just for show, the venom in her incisors was extremely powerful, capable of knocking any of the massive Saurian beasts that roamed the jungles out cold for several hours, and killing anything smaller than that. Thankfully for the Queen, she had nothing to fear, Naga's were notoriously poison-resistant.
As they slithered hands in hands, Coatzintli felt a little gurgling coming from her middle. Placing one of her right hands on it seemed to settle it, so she paid it no heed for now.
Entering the golden throne room, the queen slithered her way up onto her dais. There was no way a Naga could sit on anything remotely like the more humanoid thrones; so instead they had these large bed-like surfaces for the queen to curl her serpentine body onto. Patli had her own smaller one to the right of the main dais.
With her advisors arriving shortly after and lining up beside the duel thrones, the massive golden doors creaked open to reveal a man in silver armour and wearing a strange helmet with a thin crest running up it.
Twirling his curled moustache to announce his presence, the man unrolled a scroll and began to read from it. “May I present to the royalty of the Naga Kingdom, her Excellency, The Duchess Esmeralda De Cortenza, owner of the Great Western Trading Corporation!”
The man instantly took a step away from the doors as flanks of guards, wearing the same armor as the first man, marched into the room. In between the pair of serried ranks was an absolute whale of a woman. She was wearing an immense light-blue dress that flowed to the floor in a large dome shape (Coatzintli wondered if there was some hidden device under it to keep the fat woman upright). She was wielding a fan and waving it as if her life depended on it, it was quite clear she was not here for the weather. A massive powdered wig adorned her head and her face was colored a pallid snow white, save for a single black dot on her lower lip.
“Welcome to my palace Duchess.” Coatzintli began (she remembered her mother’s pleasantries routine off by heart). "I am queen Coatzintli, this is my wife Patli and my advisers, I hope your travel through my jungles was pleasant?”
The woman began to beat the fan even harder until it looked inches off from scraping her immense cheeks. “Well!” she began, “Aside from ze weather being 'ot enough to boil a cat, it vas pleasant enough. But now, let uz talk business…”
As the sow-like woman prattled on, Coatzintli felt the queasiness in her belly return again, only much stronger this time. Then, she could bear it no longer.
“Excuse me!” Coatzintli mumbled, placing one hand over her mouth the queen slithered off her dais and out back through the door she came in through.
“Li!” Patli cried out, before turning towards the stunned Duchess. “The Queen has been feeling unwell recently, I do apologize!” Patli thought up before slithering after her spouse.
She found Coatzintli back in the dressing room, her head leaning out of the window. “Li, are you ok?” Patli asked, placing a hand on her wife’s back.
“Yes…just…don’t look down…bit of a royal mess there now...” Coatzintli mumbled, before turning to face Patli. “I…I think I’m pregnant…”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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