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I just keep on getting surprise gifts, it seems.

A new depiction of Naylee the Hypnodjinn, yet with a returning figure not seen very often these days in the form of the Cobra God himself. An old shape of his, but still very fun even though his story is mostly done. A nice kind of illustration that did earn a little tale as I thank Rubylemonlimeade for this nice present.

Just what is happening here though? Read on and find out!

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COBRA COMPANIONSHIP

The Cobra God had been dreaming wildly of late.

His life had been somewhat much more hectic now that he had not only adopted Nefer as his surrogate son, but also due to the fact that he had recovered his own memories. A being as old as he was powerful, everything had returned into perspective as his existence was connected to another universe altogether, the black matter of space, the void at the start of creation and the night which covered all not under the light and warmth of suns were his domains. They were him and he was them, though observation of culture on his own equivalent of planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy, in the Sol system had made him change to a more palatable and understandable form...that of a cobra.

Under the guise of selective and somewhat self-afflicted amnesia did he wander often, though also did he indulge in things that he enjoyed. However, an entity of such size and with many senses could still dream, for consciousness meant that desires and the subconscious could indeed manifest themselves. Yet gods, eldritch beings and awareness of such high level did not slumber nor visit the land of fantasies and nightmares in quite the same way as we did. Prophecies, hard truths, messages from alternate dimensions and even visits to counterparts and otherwordly timelines were possible as he slept soundly while wrapped around his son, protecting and cherishing him.

In the dream did he witness someone he knew, someone he loved and cherished even as family: Naylee. The Hypnodjinn was dressed differently, clad in her bolero and her own metal disks and yet her jewelry was different. Snake-themed, from bracelets to a diadem on her brow, she was wearing attire that could be seen as either that worthy of a worshiper...or a sacrifice. He had never been fond of the latter, though he couldn't quite see the powerful and empathetic djinn be a mere follower. Yet as he did see her loveliness, for he was not blind to her charm, he realized that he was back in his old form: that of a regular cobra.

Regular was being a bit facetious there, for he knew very little such serpents with his own black and blue scales, nor with that irregular tail length. Yet as he familiarized himself with the sensations of this form, riding that body along for the fantasy he was experiencing. He was not entirely in control, though he was there in spirit and senses as his scales and underbelly rubbed against her flesh and he did enjoy that, much to his ashamed admission. It had been a point of contention among a few, though never between Naylee and him, who was the most powerful hypnotist. He was after all a force that pre-dated creation, a fundamental part of his universe and capable of impossible feats...while she was the Hypnodjinn. They never did settle this and had never seen a reason to...yet he could feel the familiar pulsations in his eyes that could be felt whenever hypnosis was employed and she was seemingly falling for it.

The shades of blue that he projected in circles could be envisioned in her own gaze alongside an expression of stupor. It told a whole story in itself, but an incomplete one as he went on to coil around his friend, finding a trace amount of arousal within himself that he couldn't quite deny nor push away. He could feel her silver hair brushing upon the long appendage which moved around her waist and hips. Her bare belly was a point of lust, his own penchants certainly impossible to erase as he did enjoy a good midriff and she had a top-tier one. He kept on wrapping himself up around her, swaying and bobbing his hooded head as the smallest of hiss escaped from between his lips. Faint, echo-like, it nevertheless reverberated as the serpent-clad Naylee was at his mercy right now.

“Or so you think~”

Her voice was mighty, audible, all-encompassing as her own eyes began to return to their natural shades and swirls. A smirk on her lips, the astonished and vulnerable expression but a lure as he himself began to get submerged in the lovely lethargy that being entranced could feel like. Her hands went below his snout, gently picking him up and letting his gaze sink into hers. Her touch was soft, her guidance as incredible as ever and thus did his momentary dominance lasted but a short window of time. He sank into the embrace of her own promise of blissful oblivion as her own attire returned to normal, all the snake effigies and representations gone. The pulsations were there in his eyes still...but in reverse.

He drank of this, though also did he feel that something was wrong as he attempted to resist. A past version of himself would have merely gone on to embrace this, especially with someone he trusted like Naylee at the helm. Yet he had things to remember, to fight for, something he lacked prior. He merely wandered and indulged, yet now he had gained much in terms of friends, family and understanding. To discard them would be a disservice to them and to himself, especially since last time he got completely out of control things got especially wrong and dangerous for an entire universe. He needed to resist, to fight.

“Excellent~”

And the moment he just thought it was when Naylee stopped her sweet oppression as the Cobra God saw that this had been but a test. Who and what he would be, what he wanted, what was important...crucial matters. Naylee dissipated and he woke up as he began to wonder just if that was something ingrained in him and left by the Hypnodjinn...or a mere message from unknown forces. It mattered not for him as he went on to scratch and pat Nefer on his head, scruffing his hair a little.

And smiled in relief as to how things got so much better for him.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

I just keep on getting surprise gifts, it seems.

A new depiction of Naylee the Hypnodjinn, yet with a returning figure not seen very often these days in the form of the Cobra God himself. An old shape of his, but still very fun even though his story is mostly done. A nice kind of illustration that did earn a little tale as I thank Rubylemonlimeade for this nice present.

Just what is happening here though? Read on and find out!

* * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** *

COBRA COMPANIONSHIP

The Cobra God had been dreaming wildly of late.

His life had been somewhat much more hectic now that he had not only adopted Nefer as his surrogate son, but also due to the fact that he had recovered his own memories. A being as old as he was powerful, everything had returned into perspective as his existence was connected to another universe altogether, the black matter of space, the void at the start of creation and the night which covered all not under the light and warmth of suns were his domains. They were him and he was them, though observation of culture on his own equivalent of planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy, in the Sol system had made him change to a more palatable and understandable form...that of a cobra.

Under the guise of selective and somewhat self-afflicted amnesia did he wander often, though also did he indulge in things that he enjoyed. However, an entity of such size and with many senses could still dream, for consciousness meant that desires and the subconscious could indeed manifest themselves. Yet gods, eldritch beings and awareness of such high level did not slumber nor visit the land of fantasies and nightmares in quite the same way as we did. Prophecies, hard truths, messages from alternate dimensions and even visits to counterparts and otherwordly timelines were possible as he slept soundly while wrapped around his son, protecting and cherishing him.

In the dream did he witness someone he knew, someone he loved and cherished even as family: Naylee. The Hypnodjinn was dressed differently, clad in her bolero and her own metal disks and yet her jewelry was different. Snake-themed, from bracelets to a diadem on her brow, she was wearing attire that could be seen as either that worthy of a worshiper...or a sacrifice. He had never been fond of the latter, though he couldn't quite see the powerful and empathetic djinn be a mere follower. Yet as he did see her loveliness, for he was not blind to her charm, he realized that he was back in his old form: that of a regular cobra.

Regular was being a bit facetious there, for he knew very little such serpents with his own black and blue scales, nor with that irregular tail length. Yet as he familiarized himself with the sensations of this form, riding that body along for the fantasy he was experiencing. He was not entirely in control, though he was there in spirit and senses as his scales and underbelly rubbed against her flesh and he did enjoy that, much to his ashamed admission. It had been a point of contention among a few, though never between Naylee and him, who was the most powerful hypnotist. He was after all a force that pre-dated creation, a fundamental part of his universe and capable of impossible feats...while she was the Hypnodjinn. They never did settle this and had never seen a reason to...yet he could feel the familiar pulsations in his eyes that could be felt whenever hypnosis was employed and she was seemingly falling for it.

The shades of blue that he projected in circles could be envisioned in her own gaze alongside an expression of stupor. It told a whole story in itself, but an incomplete one as he went on to coil around his friend, finding a trace amount of arousal within himself that he couldn't quite deny nor push away. He could feel her silver hair brushing upon the long appendage which moved around her waist and hips. Her bare belly was a point of lust, his own penchants certainly impossible to erase as he did enjoy a good midriff and she had a top-tier one. He kept on wrapping himself up around her, swaying and bobbing his hooded head as the smallest of hiss escaped from between his lips. Faint, echo-like, it nevertheless reverberated as the serpent-clad Naylee was at his mercy right now.

“Or so you think~”

Her voice was mighty, audible, all-encompassing as her own eyes began to return to their natural shades and swirls. A smirk on her lips, the astonished and vulnerable expression but a lure as he himself began to get submerged in the lovely lethargy that being entranced could feel like. Her hands went below his snout, gently picking him up and letting his gaze sink into hers. Her touch was soft, her guidance as incredible as ever and thus did his momentary dominance lasted but a short window of time. He sank into the embrace of her own promise of blissful oblivion as her own attire returned to normal, all the snake effigies and representations gone. The pulsations were there in his eyes still...but in reverse.

He drank of this, though also did he feel that something was wrong as he attempted to resist. A past version of himself would have merely gone on to embrace this, especially with someone he trusted like Naylee at the helm. Yet he had things to remember, to fight for, something he lacked prior. He merely wandered and indulged, yet now he had gained much in terms of friends, family and understanding. To discard them would be a disservice to them and to himself, especially since last time he got completely out of control things got especially wrong and dangerous for an entire universe. He needed to resist, to fight.

“Excellent~”

And the moment he just thought it was when Naylee stopped her sweet oppression as the Cobra God saw that this had been but a test. Who and what he would be, what he wanted, what was important...crucial matters. Naylee dissipated and he woke up as he began to wonder just if that was something ingrained in him and left by the Hypnodjinn...or a mere message from unknown forces. It mattered not for him as he went on to scratch and pat Nefer on his head, scruffing his hair a little.

And smiled in relief as to how things got so much better for him.