She hugs happily, her tail going right for Yog's anus.

Hey! I let you in on one fantasy of mine and now you think you have an open ticket to my tail hole!

She laughed huskily, tickling him with just the tip.

S: Are you implying that I don't...?

*smiles* Well... to be honest? You pretty much have an open ticket to all of my body... *laughed a little nervously*

"I thought so."

Her tail does nothing more than tickle, but it remains in a dangerous place.

He shivers slightly in the naga's grasp.

"Like I could fight? Like I... would want to fight..."

Her coils surrounded him, swaddling him in warmth that was complete and directionless.

"Like you would need to fight... I'll always see to your needs, even if you disagree with me about what they are."

He happily sinks into the coils. Gentle purrs rise in his throat and bubble out of his snout as he nuzzled the naga.

"That's why there will always be a small part of me that's scared of you.", he smiled.

Warm scales squeezed gently, pushing warmth down into his bones.

"Silly boy... you only need to be scared if you've been naughty. Have you been naughty?"

His eyes widen and his reply is sudden. "No! No, I've been good!", he ended the sentence with a nervous laugh. "I don't think my arse could handle it if I'd been naughty again..."

She laughed at that, licking his cheek affectionately.

"Oh no... you won't get that punishment again for a long time... I like to think up new and interesting punishments. I do hope you're naughty again sometime soon... I'm eager to try some of them."

A gentle shiver runs through Yogoloth's body.

"Ugh... okay..."

Another soft laugh, and her hand brushed gracefully along Yog's jaw as she started to dissipate.

"You might be my favorite mortal, Yogoloth... but next time, I expect you to see to my needs first..."

There was a hint of mocking sarcasm on her tongue before that too disappeared.

Favourite? I'm sure I'll enjoy seeing what you enjoy the most...

S: Awww, flatterer you!

I may become more than just flatterer, m'lady. *slowly bends down to one knee before her*

She chuffs, placing a hand over her mouth. The only parallel in her culture was a Naga dropping to his chin, and such a gesture implied extreme respect. She was a Deity, true, but she was a craftsman! They didn't stand on ceremony much, but obtaining the respect unsolicited was... nice. She wasn't sure how to respond.

S: Stop... I... I don't demand such gestures.

Then what do you wish of me, My sweet goddess? *Sam asked in a silken voice, his body slowly standing before her.* I am but a simple bartender graced by your mere presence. By not doing so shows I do not respect you when you deserve much more! You should be showered by jewels and gold for your beauty, companionship for your love instead of being left to be forgotten by any that are not naga.

His demeanor reminded her of exactly why she stopped acting high and mighty.

S: Stop, just stop. I have no use for gems and precious metals, and I may have whatever companion I wish. I enjoy friendship, and courtship is pleasing, but I seek neither love nor worship. I'm a craftswoman, a blacksmith! Though I will not tolerate disrespect, formality does not suit me.

She said this despite her regal appearance and lofty tone. She then remembered that such an appearance might be partially the cause; her bronze scales were rather striking, and she was noticeably larger than most viper Naga grow. She shrank her form to a mortal size, and removed the metallic glint from her scales. She subtly altered her face, adding small imperfections, and exchanged her regal tone for a slightly more unsure and wavering voice.

S: Please, I really only want for friends.

Sam immediately felt terrible. "Oh...OH!" Suddenly eh tok a step back in surprise and he realized that he was in fact making her uncomfortable. "AH! I'm sorry! I Didn't..."He sighed and held a hand out to her with a blush. "Okay...I over did it. I'm sorry. Do you...want to start over? I'm Samuel Triago. Call me...call me Sam." He felt worse then terrible. he felt like crawling into a hole and die because of how he treated her.

She smiled, slithering forwards to take his hand.

"Call me Shell. Don't worry about it... I'm just not suited to such lofty regards, yes? I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty, especially if I have someone to dirty them with."

Sam narrowed his eyes suddenly. But within a moment he was back to his smiling self. "I really hope your talking about working Shell, cause if that was a flirt I might just wind up freaking out. And no, not because your a god."

A small smile slowly turned wicked as she slithered forwards.

"Me? Flirting? Dear Samuel, I do far more than flirt."

At that the drake blushed. "Gods...why did it have to be goddess flirting with me?" he asked plaintively. "I mean, it's one thing with a pretty girl but for her to be a freaking god makes it worse!" At that he trembled before smiling. "You make it hard, trying to pretend that your not a god when you are."

She smiled prettily, as she approached and wrapped her arms around him. Her essence radiated the fire that was her element, surrounding her in an aura of warmth and comfort.

"I'm not trying to pretend anything... Really. I just don't like being worshipped and praised... It just feels wrong, especially since-"

She bit her tongue off here, and it vanished into nothing promptly. A new one grew back in it's place, and the entire action took no more than half a second.

"It just doesn't feel right."

Sam blinked when he saw her tongue actually get cut off. Watching it vanish before his eyes he sudden burst into laughter.

"Oh...oh gods please tell me that was an accident." He grinned as he wiped a tear away. After a moment he hugged her back. "Regardless of accident or not, you ma'am, are fricking adorable!"

She held him tight, whispering softly into his ear.

"not an accident... My mouth gets ahead of my mind sometimes, and it's easier to bite my tongue off than to say something I shouldn't. I'm glad you're pleased though."

Her hands wandered down his back, one sliding around his torso and into his pants.

"But I am a creature of passion; it sustains me, and I find myself exhausted from todays work. Give a poor girl some fun?"

Sam swallowed loudly at her offere and slowly he bumped his nose to hers. 'I only have one question Shell..." He breathed softly. Then he slowly grinned as he himself began to rub her back and sides. "...What kind of fun exactly?"

She gently ran her fingers along his sheath, tickling it before letting her hand drop lower to his balls.

"That's exactly it. I don't know yet... you get to help me find out. What are -you- in the mood for..."

She wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and lifted him gently, carrying him out of sight...

Copperheads are sweet snakes. Deadly, but pretty.

Yizz, I can imagine. I don't know what kind of snake Flaem would be though... He kinda looks like that only with a hood. He can also create and control fire, unlike his brother, Zac. Zac's blue, similarly with a hood, and he can create and control ice and cold.

King Cobra's are the only species with the hood, so it would have to be a cross breed. A Copper Cobra? A pretty huge species gap, but hey, why not :3

*shrug* I have no idea. All I know is that I created two hooded naga who can control fire and ice. :p

Not especially... the only hunt she likes is the Manhunt. For men. To fuck.

It's late, and my subtlety is broken.

For a 'Goddess of Passion' she seems to be kind of narrow on what qualifies. Lust isn't the only kind of passion available.

Shhhh... :3