Kabol hummed, letting the situation of the lamia sink into her.
He sucked more of the naga in, hearing her scream and plea. He did it once more, this time engulfing her entirely. She hung on tightly to kabols small fangs; small to him, not to her. After feeling this, he tilted his head back and opened his mouth. She was almost free hanging, her human belly just grazing his tongue and her snake tail is almost down his throat. All it will take from him is a gulp or two and she'll be history.
Kabol threw his head forward, and spat her out on his hand. "Now this si going to happen," Kabol smirked, "You're my newest friend. And by friend I'm using lamia terms. In other words: I'll tolerate you until I'm hungry.Sound good?"
"Please turn me back to normal!" She pleaded, "This isn't right!"
"There's just no pleasing you, is there?" Kabol said, "You ask that I don't kill you, then that I don't swallow you, now you want to be normal, next you'll be wanting a pony. No. No, no, no, I think you are staying like this. So what's your name kiddo?"
The naga attempted to pry herself from his grasp, but to no avail. She gave it, sniping back, "Kiddo? I'm eighteen!"
"Hello Eighteen." Kabol smirked.
The snakewoman grolwed, "Smart-ass. My name is Sherheshk,"
"Hello, Cherish." Kabol tossed her in the air and grabbed her with his left hand, "Well, make yourself at home." Kabol placed her in his pocket next to his heart and continued on his way, "Did I mention nagas are my favorite prey?"
He walked until sundown. Cherish kept quiet, perhaps fearful of making Kabol upset. Kabol was at the edge of a forest. Just several dozens of meters away was a town full of anthropomorphic animals. Or people with animal features. He never understood the differences. His parents were similar to them, but he knows he isn't welcomed in that town. Beast and men do not get along. And when they do, it's an abomination. His mother was crushed to death by his own grandmother, who in turn placed a curse on Kabol. That was over two hundred-and-something years ago, Kabol still hasn't let it go.
Kabol made a fire. Didn't take him too long. He's still brooding over being different from the anthropomorphs. The humans accept him as one of their own. Not entirely, but at least he can sleep in their towns. He rolled a mat from his bag and let out a blanket as well. He pulled out Cherish. She was sleeping, but not anymore. She started to panic, as if her time was up.
To her surprise, she wasn't going directly to his mouth. He gave her several sniffs and whiffs and set her next to him on the ground, "I don't want to go to be hungry, and you aren't keen on getting eaten. So how about you go hunting for me?"
"At this size?" She complained.
"I don't see a problem with it. But if you don't want to hunt, I'll be sure to give you a warm place to sleep." He licked his lips. Cherish frowned and nodded before heading off in the woods. Kabol called to her, "And I have your scent, so don't go running off or I'm having slug-girl for breakfast."
Kabol fell asleep in less than half an hour. A book laid itself on his face and the fire sizzled itself out.
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