I never believed in the old Irish legends until the night the naga took my wife.
Niamh had always been fascinated by the old stories — the sidhe, the selkies, and especially the nāgas that supposedly came from distant eastern bloodlines mixed with our own ancient serpent myths. She was a folklore researcher, beautiful, curvy, with long dark hair and a laugh that could light up our little cottage on the west coast of Ireland.
It started with the dreams.
She’d wake up flushed and wet, whispering about a voice in her head — deep, sibilant, hypnotic. “He calls himself Ronan,” she told me one morning, cheeks pink. “He says I’m meant for more than this quiet life. He says I can become… something greater.”
I laughed it off. Until the night she brought home the artifact — an ancient carved stone serpent she’d found in a bog. That night she played the recording she’d made while meditating with it. The voice was low, ancient, and commanding.
“Let go, Niamh. Let the serpent inside you awaken. Your body craves transformation. Your husband will watch and obey.”
Niamh’s eyes glazed over as she listened. When the recording ended she turned to me, pupils slit like a snake’s.
“Take me to the old ruins tonight, Liam,” she hissed softly. “Ronan wants to meet me properly… and he wants you to watch.”
I should have said no. Instead I drove her there under a full moon.
The ruins were deep in the forest — old stones covered in moss. Niamh walked ahead of me in nothing but a thin white dress, her body glowing in the moonlight. She knelt in the center of the circle and began chanting.
The air grew thick. Then he appeared.
Ronan wasn’t fully human. From the waist up he was a strikingly handsome man with long black hair and glowing green eyes. From the waist down he had a massive, muscular serpent tail, shimmering emerald and gold scales that coiled endlessly.
A true naga.
Niamh gasped in awe. Ronan’s voice filled the clearing — the same one from the recording.
“Beautiful Niamh. You are ready. Let me awaken you.”
His tail moved like lightning. It coiled around my wife’s body, lifting her effortlessly. The tip of his tail slid under her dress and tore it away, leaving her naked in his coils. She moaned loudly as the cool scales pressed against her bare skin.
“Liam… look,” she breathed, eyes already changing — pupils becoming vertical slits. “He’s going to make me like him. Watch your wife become a naga slut.”
Ronan’s human torso leaned down. His long forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air, then licking along Niamh’s neck and breasts. She shuddered in pleasure.
“Your body is mine now,” Ronan hissed. “Your mind is mine. Your cunt is mine. And your husband will watch every second.”
Niamh’s transformation began.
Her legs fused together, skin rippling into shimmering emerald scales as her lower body lengthened into a powerful serpent tail. Her breasts grew fuller, heavier. Her tongue lengthened, becoming forked. Her eyes were now fully serpentine — beautiful and terrifying.
When it was complete she was magnificent — half woman, half serpent goddess, easily fifteen feet of powerful coils.
She slithered toward me, her new tail wrapping around my body, pinning my arms.
“Do you still love me, Liam?” she asked, voice husky and sibilant. Her forked tongue flicked against my ear. “Your wife is a naga now. A mind-controlled serpent slut. And Ronan says I need to feed.”
She turned back to Ronan. Her coils moved with liquid grace as she positioned herself. Ronan’s cock — thick, ridged, and inhuman — emerged from a slit in his scales. Niamh’s eyes lit up with pure lust.
“Look, husband,” she purred. “Watch me worship a naga cock.”
She wrapped her new tail around Ronan’s lower body for leverage and took his massive shaft between her heavy breasts. Her transformed tits were even bigger than before — perfect for titfucking. She pressed them together and began sliding up and down his ridged length while her long forked tongue licked the head.
“Fuck… it tastes so good,” she moaned. “So much better than human cock. Do you see this, Liam? Your wife is giving a naga a boob job with her new serpent body.”
Ronan groaned in pleasure, his tail coiling around her. Niamh’s dirty talk became constant and filthy as she worked him.
“That’s it… fuck my big naga tits… use your new serpent slut… my husband is watching me become a glory hole for monster cock… I love it…”
She took him into her mouth next — her throat stretching unnaturally thanks to her transformation. The wet, slurping sounds echoed through the ruins. Her tail tip even slid between her own coils to rub her new slit.
Ronan suddenly pulled her up. “Time to breed you properly.”
Niamh turned to me, eyes glowing with hypnotic power. “Watch closely, Liam. Watch Ronan claim your wife’s cunt.”
She positioned herself over his massive cock and sank down. Her coils wrapped around him as she rode, taking every inch. The sight was obscene — my beautiful Irish wife now a powerful naga goddess, impaled on an ancient serpent cock.
“Fuck yes!” she cried. “He’s so deep… stretching my naga cunt… Liam, tell me how much you love watching your wife get mind-controlled and fucked by a monster!”
I was rock hard despite everything. “I… I love it,” I admitted.
Niamh laughed triumphantly and rode harder, her tail thrashing.
“Ronan owns me now. I’m his slutwife. His naga whore. And you’re going to watch me take load after load. You’re going to clean my used cunt with your tongue when he’s done.”
Ronan roared and came, pumping what felt like gallons of thick, glowing seed into her. It overflowed, running down her scales.
Niamh didn’t stop. She slithered over to me, still leaking, and pressed her slick pussy against my face.
“Clean your naga wife, Liam. Taste what a real monster does to a mind-controlled slut.”
I obeyed. Her taste was sweet and musky, mixed with Ronan’s cum. She coiled around me gently while I licked her clean, whispering filthy encouragement the whole time.
“Good husband… good forced cuck… this is only the beginning. Tomorrow we’re going to the old lighthouse ruins. There are more nagas there. And you’re going to watch me service all of them.”
She kissed me deeply with her forked tongue, then smiled.
“Ronan says good husbands help their naga wives become proper glory hole sluts.”
I knew then there was no going back.
My wife was gone.
In her place was a beautiful, powerful, mind-controlled naga goddess… and I was completely hers.
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