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Let’s see how many of these I can get through.
It had been a mistake to come out to this part of the forest alone, but you were hot with your family and needed to cool off for a bit. You followed the dirt trail until you reached the old abandoned cabin just over the edge of the property line surrounded by some very old trees. You paced angrily around until you cooled your heels but as you turned to leave, you heard the sound every backwoods southerner dreaded: the rattlesnake's rattle. Looking calmly around you as your heart attempted to leap out of your throat, you saw no snake around your feet.
"Up," a voice above you drawled. You looked up and there he was, draped between two sturdy pine trees, curled like a tightly wound sprint and poised to strike you down. "My my," he hissed as his tail rattled again, "what have we here?" He studied you for a moment.
"A lost little human," a second voice drawled from within the darkness of the cabin as one hand with some very sharp claws landed on your shoulder to hold you in place, "come to see us Diamondback Boys." Weeeell fuck. The last thing you needed was to run into Darryl and Bobby Diamondback, the two naga brothers that were at the top of the county sheriff's wanted list for possible connections to various misdoings around the area.
Darryl kept his eyes on you from the trees as Bobby taunted and teased you with his sharp claws, his hands slipping under your shirt and down your pants making sure you weren't wearing a wire.
"She's clean," Bobby assured his brother, but he didn't remove his hands from your shirt as he squeezed your breasts together. You closed your eyes as your breathing slowly turned ragged as he continued to massage and squeeze your breasts, his tail going down the front of your pants. "Never mind," Bobby laughed lightly as he nuzzled your neck, "she's a dirty girl." Darryl was down the tree in a flash, "helping" your pants and underwear down your waist to give him access to your slick sex.
Both of their tongues flicked excitedly as Darryl quickly put his claws away and worked his fingers against your sensitive bud and slick entrance. Now would be a good time to bargain.
"Work out a deal then fellas?" You suggested as Bobby finally discovered the front clasps on your bra, hissing excitedly as your tits were now free. "Two for the price of one or something?" Your breath hitched as Darryl slipped a finger inside.
"We'll let you leave with your clothes in tact if you keep your mouth shut about this place." Bobby hissed in your ear. "Hell, we'd even welcome you back if you're fun enough." There were certainly worse things in life than getting railed by them. Like Sunday sermons post one of their crime sprees.
"Deal." You said.