Disclaimer: I own Ava, that's about it.

A/N: If interspecies sex squicks you, you might wanna hit the back button now.

Sacrilege

"Th-this is blasphemy," Ava gasped, tossing her head back as Dregs' mouth descended upon her neck.

Dregs' didn't care to respond, because he'd learned the hard way that they were all damned anyway, regardless of loyalty or power. Set was in this for himself and when his time came, and it surely would, the world would be suffocated within his coils and the weaker pawns would be disposed of. The God's time was drawing nearer and Dregs had every intention of making the most of what time he had left. So let the great stone eyes watch as he deflowered the shrine maiden who'd shown him the light.

"D-Dregs," whimpered, the sudden pressure of fang-points on her throat a cause for alarm. She groped clumsily at his shoulders and pushed until she'd put him, and his mouth, a good distance from her. "We cannot do this," she breathed heavily, struggling to gain back the breath he'd stolen from her.

"And why not?" he demanded, because he certainly couldn't be bothered to worry about what may or may not have been considered wrong in the eyes of Set.

"This is His temple," she whispered, daring to look over her shoulder to the giant statue of the snake God. "We cannot do this here."

Dregs rolled his eyes. "I know where we are, girl," he said and took hold of her wrist, pulling her closer until their chests were crushed together. He kept her captive hand high above her head and delighted in the way she tried to squirm it free. "And I don't quite care."

"But – "

He silenced her with a finger to her quivering lips, then dragged the clawed digit downward until it rested against the rim of the armored vest she wore, the proper attire for all shrine maidens, human and Serpent Woman alike. "I will show you how little your God cares for you," he hissed, his hand creeping behind her until he found the lacing that kept the vest tight and secure to her body. He tugged the knot undone, then pulled the thin cord from its place, allowing the vest to loosen and fall to the floor. He didn't give her time to cover up, quickly grabbing her other hand with his free one, guiding it to his other where he then held both thin wrists all too easily within his grasp.

"Don't," she pleaded quietly, "please."

"That's it," he chuckled as he started to coil his tail around her, letting his free hand cup one of her naked breasts now. "Beg me to stop, ask Him for help," he crooned wickedly as he squeezed the mound of warm flesh, causing her to flush and whimper again. He bent down to flick his tongue against her nipple, chuckling again when she gasped and started to squirm again. Of course, her squirming only caused him to wrap around her a little faster, squeeze a little tighter, and he was surprised to find her body temperature steadily rising. She was enjoying this.

He withdrew from her breasts , grinning as his coils slid higher up, wrapped tight around her stomach and chest, the rattle sounding off to the right of her.

"You're silent," he said as he released her hands finally and watched with little amusement as she fondled at the part of him that was wrapped around her torso. "Why?"

She said nothing, and his rattle sounded again in aggravation. "We'll change that," he promised as he slipped between her legs, forcing her to wrap them around his waist as he assumed a more appropriate position. He pressed his sheath to her crotch, naked and moist beneath her red, silken skirt. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, dragging her nails across his scales harshly.

He rose an eyeridge and watched her for a moment, supposing he had taken the scare tactic far enough. She had, after all, held her tongue when he told her tobeg for Set to save her; he could only assume she'd come to terms with the fact she was serving a selfish God who cared little to none of his worshippers.

"Relax, pet," he crooned, softly this time, as he shifted all around her, causing pleasant friction against her breasts and center. "I have no intention of hurting you," he explained with a sigh, reaching for her chin and turning it upward, forcing her to face him.

"I know," she whispered. "I am just... overwhelmed."

He grinned. "I can tell," and he glanced meaningfully downward, to the girl's crotch. It was radiating heat like never before, and there was a slickness on his scales that hadn't been there prior. She flushed, then nodded, admitting quietly, shamefully, to her excitement.

They said nothing more as his member pushed its way through the thick, scaled folds of flesh and pressed against her hot womanhood. He pushed it inside slowly, hissing in pleasure as she took him in, until he found that wretched fleshy barrier. If she'd been expecting him to be gentle, to break through slowly, she'd been mistaken. He gave one rough shove and buried himself all the way inside of her, relishing the way her insides clenched around him and the feel of her blood and juices drenching him.

He pretended not to notice the tears in her eyes and the pained expression on her flushed face as he started to move. He found his curiosity piqued, however, when she looked up to his face and met his gaze while one hand reached for the end of his tail. She winced now and then when he shoved himself inside a little too sharply, but that didn't stop her from fondling that sensitive place just inches below his rattle, eliciting a quiet moan from the naga.

"What are you doing?" he inquired breathlessly, watching her hand on his tail intently.

"Do you n-not ha-ah-ave – " She stopped speaking when what she was searching for came forth; slightly smaller, twin penes poking out from another sheath.

Needless to say, he was quite surprised to find she knew about those. He was surprised further when she started to clumsily grope at them, rubbing and squeezing them in turn, sometimes together.

Aroused beyond comprehension at this point, Dregs started to thrust harder and faster into the smaller body, eager to release the immense amounts of pressure building in his groin and the base of his tail. It helped none when Ava shyly tugged on his tail, bringing the penes toward her mouth and running the tip of her tongue over the slick organs.

"Yes ," he hissed, tossing his head back and shamelessly slapping his tail over her mouth, forcing his penes inside with no intent of removing them until he'd come.

Ava's eyes fluttered close as she sucked on the two members, stroking each in turn with her tongue in an awkward fashion, but he seemed to be enjoying himself nonetheless. She stopped only when she felt a pressure building in her lower stomach, moaning out loud against him.

His own orgasm wasn't too far away, and he did everything he possibly could to speed the process up, moving harder and faster still against her until it happened. He groaned as he spilled himself inside of her, then grinned as he looked back to her, watching intently as she struggled to swallow what he'd poured into her mouth. Once he was certain she'd taken it all down, he removed his tail from her mouth and slowly released her from his hold.

She stood for a moment on trembling legs before they gave out and he was forced to cushion her fall with his tail. He arched it, pushing her up toward him again, putting his hands to her hips once she was close enough.

"You should go," she said after a few moments of silence. "It would not do for either of us to be caught like this."

"I doubt it would matter," he said off handedly. "But if that's what you'd prefer."

She nodded, slowly reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "Yes, but I have one question before you go."

"What is it?" he asked, shuddering inwardly at the feel of her warm hands on his cheeks, still not used to the affection she gave.

"Why did you do that?"

He looked at her, then to the statue of Set behind her. He supposed he'd done it for many reasons, most of which he'd decided to keep to himself, but one stood out among the rest.

"You said it before," he said slowly, looking back to Ava's face. "Blasphemy."

"Should Wrath-Amon or Set find out – "

"They likely already know," he interjected.

This made her wrap her arms around herself, the realization that both God and wizard had ways of seeing everything making her horribly shy once more.

"Really, my pet, what is one more defilement?" he asked and expected no answer.

She was silent as she dressed, and he didn't bother to speak before he slithered out of the vast temple. He may not have been a warrior like that damned barbarian or a powerful wizard like Wrath-Amon, but he'd be damned if he was going to continue being trampled underfoot. And if violating and seducing one maiden was the only way he could fight back, then so be it.