The evening was pleasantly balmy, just the right balance of heat and humidity that would make it easier for Jennifer to just crawl into bed. The Sent ignored the odd dirty looks she got as she made her way down the street. Half the time she couldn’t tell whether the looks were due to her pink tank top and her cut-offs – her work-out attire – or if it was due to her race. There had been a few glances at her horns, possibly wondering what her parents could have done to blight her like that. She could have sworn she even heard one old badger spit on the ground and mutter “Shame.”

​ She tried to pay it no heed, keeping her brown hair tied behind her head to make sure she looked ‘respectable. Who were they to judge? She did nothing wrong. She was in the home stretch anyway; just a quick jog through some woods – an acre or so that was the only part of land in town that still hadn’t had anything built on -and she’d be able to get home without running into more of those judging eyes.

​Jennifer always felt most at peace when she jogged on her own, alone with her thoughts. Just feeling the grass and leaves under her claws… in fact, around this time, she usually let them breathe a bit, taking off her sneakers and continuing along with them. Keeping a level pace, she’d worked up a bit of a sweat, her mouth hanging open just a bit, the insides giving off that otherworldly golden glow.

​It was this particular beacon that attracted her secret follower the most. His scales barely made a rustle along the forest floor, even at his fast, winding pace. Gradually he gained on her, the girl none the wiser. A forked tongue tasted the air, tasted his lips as he got closer and closer, breathing in the scent of her exertion, of her perfume… oh, she would do just wonderfully.

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“’Scuse me.” a silkily smooth voice entreated Jennifer, and she gasped, jostled from her reverie. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to face her follower. Twenty feet of golden and emerald scales awaited her, attached to a muscular, toned torso covered in similar scales. One of those two arms gave a little wave, fingers seeming to curl and beckon as he gazed at her. A mop of unwashed, dark green hair rested on his head, and he had the distinct musk of someone who was ‘one with nature’. But that was not the first thing Jennifer noticed.

​It was his eyes. Electrifying bright green, drew her yellow eyes in almost instantaneously. The serpentine pupils expanded, contracted, thinned and thickened as strange little ripples of deep, luxurious orange floated through those eyes. His eyes were so vast, so bright… those thick, colourful rings of orange made his eyes seem like thick pools of wonderful syrup. She felt a strange urge to dive into them, to get in closer, closer for another look and…

​She resisted. Something wasn’t right. She pulled away as one of the hands reached her head, tugging the scrunchie free and letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. She got one eye closed and turned her head away, stepping back to try and stumble away, fight that strange, wonderful warmth that made her body feel so limp, so wonderful. Her open eye pulled away from those eyes, wandering down that glistening smooth body… she felt that warmth stir inside her, his entire body seeming to shiver with that seductive, natural power.

​Her right foot stepped back unsteadily, only to meet with the underside of the Naga’s snake half. And… oooh. She was taken by surprise, those scales were so soft, so warm, sending a ripple along that sensitive sole. That, coupled with the way his body effortlessly swayed before her, the way his soft voice hissed to her, reassuring her… that brought her gaze back to his.

​Those rings of orange lazily floated through her eyes as she lifted up her left hand, slowly… the small part of her that was still trying to fight trying to ball it into a fist, but it just hung limply in midair, held by the invisible strings of the hypnotic serpent.

​Noticing this, he offered his own left hand to hers, taking it. That soft sensation that massaged her foot now massaged her palm as well, that hand’s fingers tracing little circles in her palm as it brought her closer to those ripples of color.

​Her mouth hung agape, eyes wide with the rings. She felt so strange, her body at once paralyzed and completely relaxed. The smooth tail slipped behind her, sliding up her shirt. Now a third spot of her felt those scales trace along her, the tail working in a gently figure 8 along her back.

​“What’s your name?” the Naga asked, head tilting from side to side.

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“Jennifer…” she replied, doing the same, every inch of her swaying with the eyes. The slightest traces of a smile began to work up her body.

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“Nice to meet you, Jennifer. Just relax… I know this might seem so strange to you, but you’re enjoying yourself now, aren’t you? I wouldn’t dare hurt you. I just want to give you this wonderful pleasure, I want you to enjoy yourself and relax. You look so tired, so horribly tired. It’s been a long, busy day for you, hasn’t it? And my body is so smooth and warm… you can sleep here with me a while. Just take in my eyes, drink in their warmth. And relax. Sleep. Sssleep. Sssleep…”

​“Sleep..” Listening to that gradual, intoning chant, Jennifer couldn’t help but repeat. Eyelids drooping, jaw hanging slack just a little. The lazily floating swirls continued their pace through her eyes, and as her head rested against the scales, she slid slowly down. Feeling that warm, muscular body shadow over her, shading her from the evening sun.

Jennifer meets a naga! <: And hypnosis ensues.

Anyway, this was drawn for me by Volvo. ^^

Jennifer's a sent... a kinda demon!