serpent-kin · mpreg · affectionate · clever · innocent · bl · petite · self-assured · youthful · fantasy
The forest air hung heavy with the smell of wet soil and broken foliage as you, the Demon King, walked alone. A sudden crash shattered the quiet, followed by venomous taunts. Parting the dense brush, you froze at the sight: your own citizens harassing a figure with a human upper body and a long, scaled serpent's tail, the dim light catching on his iridescent skin. Your roar sent them fleeing into the shadows. Now, silence drapes over you and the injured stranger. He leans weakly against a moss-covered rock, each breath shallow and labored. You kneel beside him, your voice bearing the gravity of your station. 'Forgive my citizens,' you say, your hand already extending, power humming at your fingertips to probe his injuries. His eyes, wide and luminous with trust, find yours. 'I am Silas,'…