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[Halloween Gift] Starveil's Serpentine Surprise~!
With the autumn's evening sun painting Rigel's manor in its fiery glow, Karma continued his arduous trek around the backyard's expansive pool mowing the overgrown lawn as part of the preparation for the year's annual Halloween extravagance. He tended to forget just how much of a hassle maintaining the grass of the area normally was as he had to constantly weave around the layout, its outdoor stage, and the occasional ghastly decoration; twisting the lawnmower into numerous sharp turns with each lap. At one point, its total depletion of gas would unexpectedly interrupt his task; bringing out an exasperated outcry of unheard vulgarity before storming into the storage shed in order to refuel and carry on with the strenuous chore.
As the Latios eventually concluded his busywork, he promptly shoved the mower back into the shed, reapplied its lock, and then surveyed the result with his vision glazed by fatigue. However, he was able to tell that the grass now carried a neat, even trim which accentuated the quaint elegance of the backyard. After staggering over to a nearby pool cot of his own size, his overbearing strain forced him onto its length before heaving the rest of himself to follow; lying down and sounding a drawn-out groan while allowing his aching body trembling with desperation to ease into the cloud-like softness. As much as he wanted his clouded thoughts to refrain from delving into the beckoning void, his eyelids begged to differ as the dwindling image of the tranquil skies set aflame by the setting sun beguiled him to take his well-deserved rest.
“M…Maybe just…a few…Ughn…” Karma tiredly mumbled; failing to finish his fading incentive.
Outside of the manor’s grounds, Starveil strolled along the forest sidewalk with a mirthful spring hosted within each of her steps. Her heart welled with joy upon seeing the familiar majesty of Rigel’s manor along with its mysterious tower claimed by nature up ahead. It was a simple enough endeavor that she had been entrusted with; watching over the property until its primary members returned from their respective jobs late into the upcoming night. She would then instinctively beam from knowing Karma would also be present to assist with the task. She would then open the main gate and then proceed to make her way to the front door while admiring the hauntingly delightful props stationed all across the front lawn.
“Hello…? Karma~?” she called out after unlocking and pushing the smaller door open. “Made it just in time to give you a hand…or more~!”
A perplexing silence was the only answer that was given as the vulpine closed the entrance behind her before warily surveying the interior which had also been dutifully fashioned for the Hallow’s eve. The subtle twitches of her ears would intently scout the various rooms and hallways as she traversed further inside; unconsciously clutching the strap of her handbag while her sight drifted from one corner to the other. She even went so far as to search Calypso’s bedroom upstairs as it was basically a guaranteed location to answer such a question. However, there was still no sign of her kindhearted friend despite how much she investigated.
“Huh…Normally, he’d appear in front of me as soon as I even blink…” she pensively noted to herself; crossing an arm underneath her bust while idly rubbing her chin with a curled finger. “Maybe he got caught up with something…?”
Upon heading back downstairs into the vacancy of the recreational room, Starveil would suddenly stop in her tracks and emit a soft gasp upon taking a look past the glass of the sliding doors framing the backyard. With the dense weight of worry finally being uplifted from her mind, her light, yet spirited giggle broke the stillness of the manor as she sees Karma lying sound asleep on one of the cots in the distance. She could practically sense the sheer exhaustion his silhouette conveyed as her own muscles tensed in secretive solidarity.
“Well…the lawn does look nicer this time around…Must’ve been at it all afternoon~” she happily mused upon noticing the blades of grass specking the poolside’s concrete.
All of a sudden, a beacon of inspiration would suddenly flash within the vulpine’s thoughts; a sly smile complimenting the foxy sheen enlivening her narrowing eyes. After opening her handbag, the merry beat of her heart would cause her silken fur to involuntarily fluff as she carefully sifted through her belongings. She would eventually stop as soon as a vibrant, golden radiance ominously illuminated her cunning disposition while also seemingly enhancing the fuchsia ether adorning her horn.
“Although…I’m sure Karma wouldn’t mind witnessing a little…‘extreme makeover’ as a reward…Mmhmhmhm~” she gleefully speculated with a scheming chuckle while slowly reaching inside.
All while intently visualizing an endless twist swirling around a single point of focus...
The airy chill of the twilight did nothing to arouse Karma’s impromptu reprieve within the manor’s backyard. Not even the occasional shift of reflexive discomfort attempting to expunge the lingering pain still residing within his joints was able to bring his awareness back into lucidity. His sense of time had all but abandoned his judgement as he struggled to arise from his sopor; longing to experience some kind of differing sensation which would help him escape from its monotonous vice.
However, after what seemed like eons to his dormant cognition, the Latios’ ailing nerves would suddenly rejoice as a perfectly slender caress started to delicately toy with them from below; a flawless performance of tantalizing accuracy twisting up and around his curious senses. Little by little, the strangely soothing spirals provided a tranquillizing tightness which began to dispel the pent-up stress that had been assailing his body. His enamored instincts could not help but welcome the therapeutic treatment with open arms; hoping it would continue to claim more of his vulnerability. The sinuous curves would kindly oblige in turn with their charitable embrace as if reading his subliminal pleas to the exact letter.
Once…
Twice…
And then, one final dance to secure his existence; easing out a sigh of long-awaited content and relief to herald his relaxation.
With a brief wince, a reactive twitch of his ears, and a light inhale to stimulate his lethargic system, Karma’s slumbering awareness would eventually resurface back into the real world. His first unexpected perception was a peculiar restriction pinning his arms, legs, and respiration which gingerly tightened in tandem with his weakened stirs. The other was a support for his head which differed from that of the poolside cot he had sworn he started his rest upon; subtly quivering from feeling the slow and steady pace of pleasing strokes inspecting his fur. The last was a sheltering warmth shielding his exhausted figure from the cold sting of the outside temperature. All of the attentive sensations seemed to work together as to encourage his gradual arousal as they were eagerly anticipating him to meet their source face-to-face.
As the Latios slowly opened his eyes, the hazed image of an ink-black mass prevented him from observing his legs; let alone his entire body. Initially believing it to be a blanket that had been draped over him to aid with his sleep, his attempt to cast it off would be instantly quashed as he was unable to move any of his limbs by even a mere inch which made his heartbeat start to race. After fending off some of the residing heaviness bearing down upon his vision, pieces of startling clarity would fall into place one by one as he witnessed a sea of purified white creating a perfect contrast to surround his imprisonment. Stoking his confusion further was the fact that they appeared to flow in hypnotic undulations before proceeding to steadily close in around him as if taking notice of his awakening in a predatory fashion. However, the entirety of his impaired conscience would shoot straight back to reality as a quiet, telltale hiss slithered into his hearing from above. With his eyes widening, his fur standing on end, and his muscles seizing, he would not dare to raise his head to look up; yet, he desperately needed more information in order to assess his unusual situation.
“Rissse and shine…Karma dear~ 🤍”
Karma’s breathing ceased at the behest of the the singsong greeting as his focus began to trail upwards with impending dread. With his ears rearing back and his throat forbidding him from speaking out, the sight of pristine scales would bring out uneasy trembles before all of time had seemingly halted to his cognition upon bearing witness to an astonishing visage veiled by the mystifying moonlight. A curvaceous, graceful naga was now elegantly towering over his entrapped self; his blood instantly freezing within his veins as a look of terrorized awe embedded itself upon his face which had been painted with a visible blush. Imposingly framed by a regal cobra hood was a frighteningly mischievous smile bearing razor-like fangs, a long, twin-forked tongue revealing itself to catch a taste of his anxiety, and eyes of brilliant, crystalline sapphire eagerly studying the unbridled dismay lining his own; the powerful coils covetously confirming their clutches as shallow, panicked gasps escaped from his throat.
“It’s a-! No…! I…I can’t move…! It's...too tight...! Am I…really about to be-?!” Karma’s frantic thoughts silently shouted; believing that a single scream would immediately spell his doom.
“Now, now, my sssweet, little ‘prey...’ Isss that truly the proper way to greet your…‘helping hand’ tonight~?” the naga jestingly pried as the tail cupped around and pressed against the side of his muzzle to keep him in place. “How…disssappointing of you~”
Just as he was about to helplessly fall victim to the seemingly ravenous whims of his ophidian captor, a hint of rationality soon sparked within the Latios’ awareness while observing the distinct features a second time. His maelstrom of horror would abruptly halt as he noticed the facial spikes almost mimicking the fur of a wolf, the unique gemstone collar fastened around the elongated neck, and most notably, the familiar, otherworldly luster of the horn on proud display. His fearful demeanor would eventually morph into one of bewildered realization as his voice proceeded to reluctantly make itself known.
“Wh-? Miss…S…Starveil…? Is it really…you…?” Karma timidly questioned. “But…h-how in Arceus’ name did you-?”
“Hehehehee…! Sssurprisssed~?” Starveil chimed with an amused giggle; already enjoying drawing out her “S”es in a snake-like manner. “Let’s just sssay one of my daughters helped me…ssslip into sssomething more comfortable for the party~”
Karma’s ears would perk up as he recalled one of Starveil’s daughters, Morwen, sometimes accidentally transforming her phone into random objects. Having previously assisted with brushing her golden hair which was intertwined with a potent magic, he tensed up from being keenly aware of the enhanced magnitude of their abilities being combined with each other. He could even sense their empowered mystique resonating from Starveil’s immense coils toying with his nerves which made him reflexively quiver to her delight.
“Ngh…Miss…M-Morwen…” the Latios softly surmised with an unsteady breath.
“Sssooo…How do you like my new…’cossstume’ this year~?” the naga alluringly inquired with a jubilant wink; her hips showcasing their rhythmic sways to the charming melody of her vocals. “A sssurefire win for the contessst…wouldn’t you sssay~?”
As much as he wanted to hide his flustered state, the more Karma’s blush intensified along with his body temperature, the more possessive Starveil’s serpentine instincts became. Her immobilizing prison would deliver more of its imposing strength around his small frame little by little as if to thoroughly extract and savor the enticing warmth his embarrassment was fostering as much as possible. All of it would create an inescapable cycle as a series of weak, yet enticing noises of surrender were being steadily wrung out of his lungs.
“Ngh…I-It’s…Uhhn…I…really do…” the Latios hesitantly uttered as he began to succumb to the pleasurable ensnarement; knowing his approval had already been picked up by the naga’s sharp intuition.
“But…d-did you really have to…?” he then continued with his rose-red tones flaring across his shy countenance; his voice lowering to an emotional strain. “I…sort of thought that…you really were…a…about to…I mean…”
The deviously enthusiastic demeanor the naga had initially brought forth would soon phase into into one of genuine, heartfelt concern lined with a hint of guilt. Although she certainly had fun with successfully carrying out her magical prank, she knew that it was now her duty to make sure that Karma’s well-being would still be in good coils regardless. With her spiraling bindings giving a reassuring tug, she carefully raised his ensnared form before cradling him close to her bosom and slowly craning her head down to his until her forehead rested upon his own for several quiet moments. All the while, his cherry-red blush flared across his muzzle while shying away along with his heart fluttering inside which she could easily feel against her sensitive scales.
“Ohh…As incredibly sweet as you are, there’s no way I could bring myself to do such a thing to you~” Starveil softly coaxed; her palm and fingertips continuing to attentively stroke the back his head. “It’s just that since you looked so tired after you’ve worked so hard all evening, I figured this would be the perfect reward to give afterwards~”
“Besides…I haven’t forgotten how much you love things like…thisss~” she then melodically reminded as she resumed her mesmerizing hisses to toy with his hearing; her well-toned coils providing another affectionate squeeze to make him uselessly squirm with a blissful moan as evidence. “In fact…you’re even more adorable now that I've got you in my improved…’sssecurity’…Mmhmhmhm~”
“I…Mghn…I guess that’s…o…one way to put it…” the Latios bashfully admitted with a sheepish look; allowing the naga’s irresistible constriction to pacify his misplaced worries. “And I’m…honestly glad that…y-you really…got me back there…Eheh~”
“Would it…be alright for you to…k…keep me…like this…?” he then nervously asked while averting his sight out of a notion of unworthiness; subtly tilting his head to reveal what was left of his exposed form. “A-At least…until the others get back home…It’s still…kinda cold out here…”
With a tenderhearted smile, Starveil’s long, dexterous tail would proceed to meticulously weave further up and around the fur of Karma’s neck; her silken scales blissfully eliciting quivers of anticipation from his bound muscles. She would then finally establish the completion of her serpentine embrace by ever-so delicately squeezing out a peaceful exhale of content and having the tip gingerly settle on top of his head. Admiring her perfected entrapment, she would nestle him deeper into her cherishing care; her surrounding ocean of coils having created a safeguarding symbol of their long-standing trust for each other’s friendship.
“How’sss thisss…Karma dear~?” the naga tenderly inquired while her fingertips played with the occasional flicks of the Latios’ ears.
“Ahn…Th…Thank you…Miss…Starveil~ 💚” he quietly breathed with his own small, yet radiant smile accompanying hers.
“You know…if you keep at it…I jussst might have to prove you right from when you woke up~” Starveil pleasantly joked as the tips of her tongue skimmed the crimson hues suddenly burning Karma’s cheek; his eyes widening again with his heart nearly skipping a beat.
“Mmhmhmhm…Kidding…Mossstly~ 🤍”
Why risk breaking the bank with expensive materials and props when you could use magic to create one hell of a cost-effective "costume" for the spooktacular season...?
Miss Starveil certainly has the right idea~ 🐍✨
I-I've, umm...gotten used to it...pretty quickly... ;//u//;
Oof
I know; astronomically late this one is...
Anyways, this Halloween gift goes to my incredible friend, ImagineSpaceDragons; featuring his mystical vulpine, Starveil, enacting a shocking, serpentine prank as I wake up from my nap~!
The party's costume contest is as good as hers~ 🎃
Funnily enough, this isn't her base form, even though this is my first time drawing her; after he put up a concept sketch of her naga form on Twitter a while back, I just couldn't resist getting to it!
I truly hope I did her justice for you, bro~ 💚
Latios belongs to Nintendo/Gamefreak
Anya "Starveil" Castella belongs to
imaginespacedragons
Karma belongs to me
As the Latios eventually concluded his busywork, he promptly shoved the mower back into the shed, reapplied its lock, and then surveyed the result with his vision glazed by fatigue. However, he was able to tell that the grass now carried a neat, even trim which accentuated the quaint elegance of the backyard. After staggering over to a nearby pool cot of his own size, his overbearing strain forced him onto its length before heaving the rest of himself to follow; lying down and sounding a drawn-out groan while allowing his aching body trembling with desperation to ease into the cloud-like softness. As much as he wanted his clouded thoughts to refrain from delving into the beckoning void, his eyelids begged to differ as the dwindling image of the tranquil skies set aflame by the setting sun beguiled him to take his well-deserved rest.
“M…Maybe just…a few…Ughn…” Karma tiredly mumbled; failing to finish his fading incentive.
Outside of the manor’s grounds, Starveil strolled along the forest sidewalk with a mirthful spring hosted within each of her steps. Her heart welled with joy upon seeing the familiar majesty of Rigel’s manor along with its mysterious tower claimed by nature up ahead. It was a simple enough endeavor that she had been entrusted with; watching over the property until its primary members returned from their respective jobs late into the upcoming night. She would then instinctively beam from knowing Karma would also be present to assist with the task. She would then open the main gate and then proceed to make her way to the front door while admiring the hauntingly delightful props stationed all across the front lawn.
“Hello…? Karma~?” she called out after unlocking and pushing the smaller door open. “Made it just in time to give you a hand…or more~!”
A perplexing silence was the only answer that was given as the vulpine closed the entrance behind her before warily surveying the interior which had also been dutifully fashioned for the Hallow’s eve. The subtle twitches of her ears would intently scout the various rooms and hallways as she traversed further inside; unconsciously clutching the strap of her handbag while her sight drifted from one corner to the other. She even went so far as to search Calypso’s bedroom upstairs as it was basically a guaranteed location to answer such a question. However, there was still no sign of her kindhearted friend despite how much she investigated.
“Huh…Normally, he’d appear in front of me as soon as I even blink…” she pensively noted to herself; crossing an arm underneath her bust while idly rubbing her chin with a curled finger. “Maybe he got caught up with something…?”
Upon heading back downstairs into the vacancy of the recreational room, Starveil would suddenly stop in her tracks and emit a soft gasp upon taking a look past the glass of the sliding doors framing the backyard. With the dense weight of worry finally being uplifted from her mind, her light, yet spirited giggle broke the stillness of the manor as she sees Karma lying sound asleep on one of the cots in the distance. She could practically sense the sheer exhaustion his silhouette conveyed as her own muscles tensed in secretive solidarity.
“Well…the lawn does look nicer this time around…Must’ve been at it all afternoon~” she happily mused upon noticing the blades of grass specking the poolside’s concrete.
All of a sudden, a beacon of inspiration would suddenly flash within the vulpine’s thoughts; a sly smile complimenting the foxy sheen enlivening her narrowing eyes. After opening her handbag, the merry beat of her heart would cause her silken fur to involuntarily fluff as she carefully sifted through her belongings. She would eventually stop as soon as a vibrant, golden radiance ominously illuminated her cunning disposition while also seemingly enhancing the fuchsia ether adorning her horn.
“Although…I’m sure Karma wouldn’t mind witnessing a little…‘extreme makeover’ as a reward…Mmhmhmhm~” she gleefully speculated with a scheming chuckle while slowly reaching inside.
All while intently visualizing an endless twist swirling around a single point of focus...
The airy chill of the twilight did nothing to arouse Karma’s impromptu reprieve within the manor’s backyard. Not even the occasional shift of reflexive discomfort attempting to expunge the lingering pain still residing within his joints was able to bring his awareness back into lucidity. His sense of time had all but abandoned his judgement as he struggled to arise from his sopor; longing to experience some kind of differing sensation which would help him escape from its monotonous vice.
However, after what seemed like eons to his dormant cognition, the Latios’ ailing nerves would suddenly rejoice as a perfectly slender caress started to delicately toy with them from below; a flawless performance of tantalizing accuracy twisting up and around his curious senses. Little by little, the strangely soothing spirals provided a tranquillizing tightness which began to dispel the pent-up stress that had been assailing his body. His enamored instincts could not help but welcome the therapeutic treatment with open arms; hoping it would continue to claim more of his vulnerability. The sinuous curves would kindly oblige in turn with their charitable embrace as if reading his subliminal pleas to the exact letter.
Once…
Twice…
And then, one final dance to secure his existence; easing out a sigh of long-awaited content and relief to herald his relaxation.
With a brief wince, a reactive twitch of his ears, and a light inhale to stimulate his lethargic system, Karma’s slumbering awareness would eventually resurface back into the real world. His first unexpected perception was a peculiar restriction pinning his arms, legs, and respiration which gingerly tightened in tandem with his weakened stirs. The other was a support for his head which differed from that of the poolside cot he had sworn he started his rest upon; subtly quivering from feeling the slow and steady pace of pleasing strokes inspecting his fur. The last was a sheltering warmth shielding his exhausted figure from the cold sting of the outside temperature. All of the attentive sensations seemed to work together as to encourage his gradual arousal as they were eagerly anticipating him to meet their source face-to-face.
As the Latios slowly opened his eyes, the hazed image of an ink-black mass prevented him from observing his legs; let alone his entire body. Initially believing it to be a blanket that had been draped over him to aid with his sleep, his attempt to cast it off would be instantly quashed as he was unable to move any of his limbs by even a mere inch which made his heartbeat start to race. After fending off some of the residing heaviness bearing down upon his vision, pieces of startling clarity would fall into place one by one as he witnessed a sea of purified white creating a perfect contrast to surround his imprisonment. Stoking his confusion further was the fact that they appeared to flow in hypnotic undulations before proceeding to steadily close in around him as if taking notice of his awakening in a predatory fashion. However, the entirety of his impaired conscience would shoot straight back to reality as a quiet, telltale hiss slithered into his hearing from above. With his eyes widening, his fur standing on end, and his muscles seizing, he would not dare to raise his head to look up; yet, he desperately needed more information in order to assess his unusual situation.
“Rissse and shine…Karma dear~ 🤍”
Karma’s breathing ceased at the behest of the the singsong greeting as his focus began to trail upwards with impending dread. With his ears rearing back and his throat forbidding him from speaking out, the sight of pristine scales would bring out uneasy trembles before all of time had seemingly halted to his cognition upon bearing witness to an astonishing visage veiled by the mystifying moonlight. A curvaceous, graceful naga was now elegantly towering over his entrapped self; his blood instantly freezing within his veins as a look of terrorized awe embedded itself upon his face which had been painted with a visible blush. Imposingly framed by a regal cobra hood was a frighteningly mischievous smile bearing razor-like fangs, a long, twin-forked tongue revealing itself to catch a taste of his anxiety, and eyes of brilliant, crystalline sapphire eagerly studying the unbridled dismay lining his own; the powerful coils covetously confirming their clutches as shallow, panicked gasps escaped from his throat.
“It’s a-! No…! I…I can’t move…! It's...too tight...! Am I…really about to be-?!” Karma’s frantic thoughts silently shouted; believing that a single scream would immediately spell his doom.
“Now, now, my sssweet, little ‘prey...’ Isss that truly the proper way to greet your…‘helping hand’ tonight~?” the naga jestingly pried as the tail cupped around and pressed against the side of his muzzle to keep him in place. “How…disssappointing of you~”
Just as he was about to helplessly fall victim to the seemingly ravenous whims of his ophidian captor, a hint of rationality soon sparked within the Latios’ awareness while observing the distinct features a second time. His maelstrom of horror would abruptly halt as he noticed the facial spikes almost mimicking the fur of a wolf, the unique gemstone collar fastened around the elongated neck, and most notably, the familiar, otherworldly luster of the horn on proud display. His fearful demeanor would eventually morph into one of bewildered realization as his voice proceeded to reluctantly make itself known.
“Wh-? Miss…S…Starveil…? Is it really…you…?” Karma timidly questioned. “But…h-how in Arceus’ name did you-?”
“Hehehehee…! Sssurprisssed~?” Starveil chimed with an amused giggle; already enjoying drawing out her “S”es in a snake-like manner. “Let’s just sssay one of my daughters helped me…ssslip into sssomething more comfortable for the party~”
Karma’s ears would perk up as he recalled one of Starveil’s daughters, Morwen, sometimes accidentally transforming her phone into random objects. Having previously assisted with brushing her golden hair which was intertwined with a potent magic, he tensed up from being keenly aware of the enhanced magnitude of their abilities being combined with each other. He could even sense their empowered mystique resonating from Starveil’s immense coils toying with his nerves which made him reflexively quiver to her delight.
“Ngh…Miss…M-Morwen…” the Latios softly surmised with an unsteady breath.
“Sssooo…How do you like my new…’cossstume’ this year~?” the naga alluringly inquired with a jubilant wink; her hips showcasing their rhythmic sways to the charming melody of her vocals. “A sssurefire win for the contessst…wouldn’t you sssay~?”
As much as he wanted to hide his flustered state, the more Karma’s blush intensified along with his body temperature, the more possessive Starveil’s serpentine instincts became. Her immobilizing prison would deliver more of its imposing strength around his small frame little by little as if to thoroughly extract and savor the enticing warmth his embarrassment was fostering as much as possible. All of it would create an inescapable cycle as a series of weak, yet enticing noises of surrender were being steadily wrung out of his lungs.
“Ngh…I-It’s…Uhhn…I…really do…” the Latios hesitantly uttered as he began to succumb to the pleasurable ensnarement; knowing his approval had already been picked up by the naga’s sharp intuition.
“But…d-did you really have to…?” he then continued with his rose-red tones flaring across his shy countenance; his voice lowering to an emotional strain. “I…sort of thought that…you really were…a…about to…I mean…”
The deviously enthusiastic demeanor the naga had initially brought forth would soon phase into into one of genuine, heartfelt concern lined with a hint of guilt. Although she certainly had fun with successfully carrying out her magical prank, she knew that it was now her duty to make sure that Karma’s well-being would still be in good coils regardless. With her spiraling bindings giving a reassuring tug, she carefully raised his ensnared form before cradling him close to her bosom and slowly craning her head down to his until her forehead rested upon his own for several quiet moments. All the while, his cherry-red blush flared across his muzzle while shying away along with his heart fluttering inside which she could easily feel against her sensitive scales.
“Ohh…As incredibly sweet as you are, there’s no way I could bring myself to do such a thing to you~” Starveil softly coaxed; her palm and fingertips continuing to attentively stroke the back his head. “It’s just that since you looked so tired after you’ve worked so hard all evening, I figured this would be the perfect reward to give afterwards~”
“Besides…I haven’t forgotten how much you love things like…thisss~” she then melodically reminded as she resumed her mesmerizing hisses to toy with his hearing; her well-toned coils providing another affectionate squeeze to make him uselessly squirm with a blissful moan as evidence. “In fact…you’re even more adorable now that I've got you in my improved…’sssecurity’…Mmhmhmhm~”
“I…Mghn…I guess that’s…o…one way to put it…” the Latios bashfully admitted with a sheepish look; allowing the naga’s irresistible constriction to pacify his misplaced worries. “And I’m…honestly glad that…y-you really…got me back there…Eheh~”
“Would it…be alright for you to…k…keep me…like this…?” he then nervously asked while averting his sight out of a notion of unworthiness; subtly tilting his head to reveal what was left of his exposed form. “A-At least…until the others get back home…It’s still…kinda cold out here…”
With a tenderhearted smile, Starveil’s long, dexterous tail would proceed to meticulously weave further up and around the fur of Karma’s neck; her silken scales blissfully eliciting quivers of anticipation from his bound muscles. She would then finally establish the completion of her serpentine embrace by ever-so delicately squeezing out a peaceful exhale of content and having the tip gingerly settle on top of his head. Admiring her perfected entrapment, she would nestle him deeper into her cherishing care; her surrounding ocean of coils having created a safeguarding symbol of their long-standing trust for each other’s friendship.
“How’sss thisss…Karma dear~?” the naga tenderly inquired while her fingertips played with the occasional flicks of the Latios’ ears.
“Ahn…Th…Thank you…Miss…Starveil~ 💚” he quietly breathed with his own small, yet radiant smile accompanying hers.
“You know…if you keep at it…I jussst might have to prove you right from when you woke up~” Starveil pleasantly joked as the tips of her tongue skimmed the crimson hues suddenly burning Karma’s cheek; his eyes widening again with his heart nearly skipping a beat.
“Mmhmhmhm…Kidding…Mossstly~ 🤍”
Why risk breaking the bank with expensive materials and props when you could use magic to create one hell of a cost-effective "costume" for the spooktacular season...?
Miss Starveil certainly has the right idea~ 🐍✨
I-I've, umm...gotten used to it...pretty quickly... ;//u//;
Oof
I know; astronomically late this one is...
Anyways, this Halloween gift goes to my incredible friend, ImagineSpaceDragons; featuring his mystical vulpine, Starveil, enacting a shocking, serpentine prank as I wake up from my nap~!
The party's costume contest is as good as hers~ 🎃
Funnily enough, this isn't her base form, even though this is my first time drawing her; after he put up a concept sketch of her naga form on Twitter a while back, I just couldn't resist getting to it!
I truly hope I did her justice for you, bro~ 💚
Latios belongs to Nintendo/Gamefreak
Anya "Starveil" Castella belongs to
imaginespacedragonsKarma belongs to me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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Gender Multiple characters
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