Perhaps it was part of his genetics, but more in likely it was merely the intense sensation of loneliness that had Akris so quickly consent.  He had not seen a female of either side of  his parentage in some time, coming from a naga filled colony that was certainly something difficult to get used to.  Now one of such prestige and beauty was requesting his submission, it was an easy thing to consent.<br/><br/>On feeling his feet swept off the floor, he couldn’t help but let the blood rush to his cheeks.  His body flushing as his body began to react to what it knew was coming.  It was a clear sign of his mixed heritage as the flush spread across his cheeks, only highlighting the scales coating his jaw and brow line.<br/><br/>Despite the strength behind his humanoid legs, he doubted it would help as he felt his limbs slowly being pulled tight against his frame.  He was flexible, but not quite as flexible as his serpentine kin.  A brief gasp of air escapes him on feeling his arms lock into his side.  Despite the restraint, he couldn’t help but rub a thumb against the edge of the Princesses’ tail, wanting to luxuriate in the touch as much as possible.<br/><br/>With a raise of his head Akris managed to make brief eye contact with the Princess, admiring her gorgeous features now she had brought him close.  Though his eyes couldn’t help but trail down her body in open desire as the final edge of colour faded from her suit.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">“You are Metsimo herself, Princess.”</span>He breathed, in quiet reverence.  Usually comfortable in restraint, he had to try and calm himself.  He had no idea how long she intended on keeping him like this and this suit wasn’t really designed for men of his heritage, so it was getting very uncomfortable.  He focused on taking slow steady breaths as she examined him, trying to keep his chest firm and raised for inspection.<br/><br/>When he felt the Princesses’ fingers slide over the crotch of his suit, any attempt at trying to control himself was lost.  He gave an uncomfortable squirm, but knew better than to prompt her whilst she explored the suit.  Though at her admission, his eyes shot to hers once again.  His legs gave a firm flex at that point, squirming them a little to rub his padded limbs against her tail, adding the sensation to her experience.  On feeling her shiver of excitement, he only increased the squirming.  Trying to rub his thighs and feet against her form.  At the next squeeze, he couldn’t help but give another silent gasp.  The gasp drawing his fangs ever so briefly from their pouches in his gums.<br/><br/>Knowing better than to interrupt a princess when she’s speaking, Akris didn’t interrupt her musings.  Though he can’t help but grin as he feels her finger on his lips.  He gives a stiff nod of understanding.  Though can’t help but circle his hips at his restraint, anticipation building in his form.  Resisting the urge to lick his lips at the strange sensation, he was more than eager to meet the Princesses’ kiss, though had only just begun to press his lips to hers before she broke it once again.  His desire for contact meant he couldn’t resist allowing his long tongue to snake from his lips, lapping at hers as they parted.<br/><br/>As the zipper was dragged the final foot, it bared his toned stomach.  Devoid of a belly button, it was however well framed in waves of tensed muscle.  Like most naga, his stomach bore no scales, yet unlike them traces of pubic hair began like a true human.  As the zipper finally unsealed his crotch plate, Akris couldn’t help but give a sigh of relief, finally a member sprung free from its restraint.  Lighter in shade than the rest of him, it had a burning aroused redness to it, standing out from his olive skin.  It was unmistakably a hybrid of both kinds in so many ways, long with a thick head to it like a human, but devoid of any foreskin and lined along the base with bumpy cresting ridges like a proper guardian naga on the other.  His shaft twitched in arousal, sensing the heat radiating from the Princess.<br/><br/>Though Akris wasn’t done yet, with an uncomfortable groan and a squirm he managed to shift his hips enough to allow the second shaft to suddenly spring free.  Presenting both to the woman coiled around him.  Both tapered tips glimmered in the twilight, hinting at the arousal already coating their tips.  The light only emphasising the firm ridges along their base.  Now comfortable, Akris couldn’t help but smile at the Princess, baring his own fangs in reflex.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> “I hope they meet your approval, Princess.” </span>He whispered, his voice taking on a distinctly more serpentine tone when so aroused.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>