For something that was mostly muscle, Maia's tail was surprisingly soft. Though her suit prevented contact with the scales lurking beneath than translucent second skin there was still a noticeable amount of yield beneath Akris's fingers, dimpling when he pressed into her. The same yield also meant that the water naga's tight grip was surprisingly comfortable. Her coils merely restrained Akris and help him active. Much of his motion was only limitedly hindered, as the hybrid discovered when he started to struggle playfully in Maia's grasp. The tail rhythmically squeezing back against his struggles and Maia soft moan extolled her delight of his effort. Her enjoyment was obvious.<br/><b><br/>
“You are Metsimo herself, Princess.”</b><br/><br/>Cheeks coloured with a blush not quite as striking as the Hybris, but certainly quite adorable when adorning Maia's face. "<i>No. Not Metsimo, merely one of her myriad of daughters..."</i>The royal naga whispered back, redoubling her efforts. The princess ran her fingers through Akri's pubic hair, fascinated with how it felt. The alien hair wasn't that unattractive or unappealing, really. In an exotic way it was something that made the hybrid even more attractive to the Naga. Perhaps her worries about lacking a pure naga male for this were baseless.<br/><br/>When that double cock popped free the last of Maia's concerns were dispelled. Gleaming eyes watched those trobbing twin peaks. Letting out an approving purr the princess tasted the air. Akris's scent was much like himself, alien and familiar and the same time. And the strong scent wafting of the hybrid's girth was pure sweet delight. There was another taste in the air though. One more bitter and darker and one Maia recognized clinging to Issy and her sweet depths after one of her sessions with Berrac. The bull was here? Well, as long as he respected the ritual and kept to observing all was fine. Any sacrifice of seed he spilled too would be appreciated by the gods watching.<br/><br/>One smooth move and Akris's slick shafts were shielded by strong rubber-like material. Maia had handily applied both condoms with one hand at once. She wasn't done now, as she retrieved the ritual restraints that would once have kept unwilling prey captive as their life and essence was given to the gods. Now, the restrains soon binding Akris's arms and covering his eyes were more ceremonial than effective. The blindfold, for one, didn't actually obstruct his vision at all (Priestresses were vain creatures who loved to be admired, after all). Their main purpose was making Akris look even more enticing.<br/><br/>The result was irresistable, really. As soon as the last knot was tied Maia dived for that double shaft. Her long tongue teased the base of one cock while her mouth wrapped around the other. It's entire length vanished smoothly in the naga's maw, her throat tightening around the tip trapped in an instant deepthroat. Naga priestresses had little patience when it came to milking males of their seed. They could last hours too. A daunting task surely, for Akris who found himself in the position of normally several dozen males (if not more). After a few seconds Maia pulled back, letting the shaft pop from her lips and splatter her face with the overwhelming amount of spit-based lubrication. She knew men, especially human males, loved this fake bukkake.<br/><br/>Maia grinned first at Akris, then briefly in the rough direction that the voyeur's strong musk came from. Then, she brought the twin tips together and without nearly any effort took both shafts into her mouth, her lips kissing the skin at Akris's base. The royal naga kept the double cocks trapped for a few moments before bobbing up and down on that double treat, her tongue teasing the guardian naga hybrid's bumpy ridges. Yes. The alien shafts obviously had Maia's approval.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>