As the shiny-scaled girl collapses against the sand, you scramble forward, panting not so much with the exertion of the fight as with lust and excitement. Surely a creature as large as her has enough room to fit all your eggs? You feel so full, and it’s been so long since you last had release.

The naga raises herself onto her elbows as you bear down on her, making a half-assed attempt at a rebellious glare. When she meets your lust-mad stare, her eyes go wide, and she struggles backwards, frantically trying to get out from under you.

You’re having none of that. With your ovipositor already beginning to swing loose beneath you, your patience for your prey’s shenanigans is nonexistent. Catching her tanned shoulders with your hands, you push her down and pin her upper torso in place, though her massive tail continues to writhe beneath you. Keeping one hand on the snake-woman’s shoulder, you pat her down hastily, your fingers trailing across her stomach and hips in search of her slit.

Just below where her human skin fades into scales, you uncover the naga’s slick hole. Your breath quickens again as you try to line yourself up with it, your dripping egg-tube smearing its viridian lube across her scaly underside. You manage to slip a few inches in, but she hasn’t ceased her squirming, even for a moment.

With nothing around you but sand for miles, there isn’t anything to anchor her to while you tend to the matter of your burgeoning spider half. Instead, you shuffle your chitinous legs into the sand beneath the two of you before curling them in and up, effectively pinning yourself to the naga and driving your ovipositor the rest of the way in.

The tight sensation of the snake-lady’s pussy wrapped around your egg-chute drives you even further into lust, and as your spidery limbs clasp her lower half tighter you throw your arms recklessly around her shoulders, smooshing her breasts into your immense breasts as you lock lips and curl your tongue around hers.

Her squirming slows, and she begins to moan around your invading tongue, but you don’t even notice, jackhammering your pole into her over and over, barely remembering to breathe as you rut against her. You’re all but whimpering into her mouth, clasping her against you in your frenzied attempt to relieve yourself.

Finally, muscles deep in your spider half seize and clench, and you shove her back against the sand as you arch your own, saliva dripping from both your mouths. Your eggs flood through your ovipositor, the naga’s stomach inflating near instantly with the weight of your unborn brood. Her vagina clenches around your shaft in orgasm, dribbling femspunk around your swollen egg-chute.

Above her, you groan in complete satisfaction, eyes rolling back as you find release, jizz and femcum raining down on the prone naga. You crumple into a heap on top of your reptilian lover, unconscious before you hit the sand. Her eyes drift closed as well, as she coils around you, settling in for a well-deserved rest.

A while later, you awaken alone in the desert sand. Getting your shaky legs under you and stifling a yawn, you head back to camp. You should come to the desert more often.