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Fantasy Game Theory 3: The Slurpening

Saethwr had endured two of the most grueling adventures in his life, barely escaping with all his gear in tact and a full bar of health. He had potions and elixirs, but they were in limited supply and he had to stretch them out for all five of the sequential quests which he had subjected himself to. He was only on the third and felt like his life was at its end. If he failed, he'd have to start the whole quest over from the first objective. That was the nature of the game, after all. The more he played, the better he got and the further he progressed towards the goal.

And if nothing else, he'd gain a tonne of experience even if he lost a life. That was one good thing about the realm; you got to keep your experience upon respawn unlike the crueler soul-based games. Those ones made you respawn and find your loot wherever you dropped it in order to spend it.

He had gotten nearly to the end of the third objective but needed to rest for the night in order to level up and get a boost in energy for the morning. His potions and elixirs wouldn't restore themselves, but that was fine; the rest was enough to revitalize his health and ademana so that he could begin anew with full health and reserves.

After trudging through the Abyssal Marsh and nearly getting grabbed and sucked into a twenty tentacled beast from the depths, he barely escaped and emerged into the Crystal Wood. There he was attacked by a horde of magically infused insects and small animals - all of which he had to fend off in order to proceed. The boss at the end of that realm was a crystal golem that he had to exhaust of all his magic to shatter the gem on its forehead and knock it out long enough for him to escape.

Next, he quested across the winding woods of Amerone en route to Castle Ebonstone. There, he expected to slay the gryphon that lived there, thus gaining access to the eternal gem of flux, a magical crystal said to allow its user to transform into any species for two hours. This was needed to fly to the clifftop manor and gain access to the gryphon aerie where the next leg of the quest took him. Only gryphons could gain access there, he needed the crystal to be granted admission.

The quest was pretty strict in terms of how the objectives were laid out in sequence. That was good, because it meant that anyone could accomplish the task if they learned the intricacies well enough. Saethwr had attempted the quest a dozen times or so and this was as far as he'd ever gotten; he knew what he had been told from the sage at the base of the mountain, but had no idea what was in store for him, aside from a boss fight with a formidable gryphon, then a naga on the next mission followed by a gargantuan fox-moth kaiju of some sort. He wasn't worried about the final two bosses.

According to his friends, once he bested the gryphon, the rest of the quest was relatively easy. That, and he just wanted to face off against a snake of any sort while the kaiju was said to be more of a symbolic end boss than an actual challenge; too soft and cuddly, really. Plus, the eternal gem of flux was pretty overpowered if you knew how to use it, and while Saethwr wasn't particularly well-versed in transformation spells, he had more than a few fantasies in mind that he could use to progress.

But for now, he needed sleep and a bit of rest and relaxation. Knowing this - and thinking only in game logic instead of real logic - he set up a camp punctuated by a bonfire next to the cliffs near the peninsula that housed Castle Ebonstone. As far as he was concerned, his top priority was getting rest so he could disperse his experience. He also wanted to enjoy a fap to ensure he was without stress when storming the castle. Game or not, there was no reason to not enjoy himself.

He peeled his pack off his back and tossed it against the rock wall and ignited a pile of sticks to start the bonfire. He then rolled onto his rump, unsheathed his sword, and relaxed in a comfortable position with his legs spread and toe claws digging at the dirt. His green and brown leather vest covered most of his chest while he wore only a protective kilt to maintain his dignity; this made it very easy for him to peel it back and grab himself, parting the folds of leather to the side and exposing his rapidly growing member. Before long, he was fully erect with his shaft in his palm and precum dribbling over his knuckles to glisten in the reflection of the bonfire.

His worries and cares melted away soon after he felt the softness of his palm cradling his length. The stress of the quest that lie before him was little more than an idle concern when compared to the supple sensuality he could offer himself. In his mind, he had fantasies of coiling nagas and gaping maws and cuddly dragon friends all giving him the love he deserved. He had earned that sort of physicality; game or not, this sort of pleasure was sincerely divine.

In fact, it was so nice that he found himself lost in the moment, bucking his hips into his hand as he stroked, growling with heat breath to coax plumes of flame from the fire to his maw that he waved away in order to keep them from singing his armour. He was so distracted by the pleasure he gave himself and was so lost in his fantasies that he failed to see the silhouette of a gryphon passing by in front of the moon, circling the night sky and getting closer to him.

Saethwr knew that a brightly dancing bonfire would be easily visible from a distance, but he was still stuck in game-logic mode and didn't realize that a gryphon - especially one with keen eyes - would be able to pinpoint his location with relative ease. A rookie mistake, one he wouldn't make a second time once he learned his lesson.

Lost in his own desires, he brushed off all the warning signs that he was about to be prey to a powerful gryphon. He barely noticed the shift in the flame as a shadowy figure whizzed by above, he was completely oblivious to the shadow that darted around the camp ground, he couldn't hear the light flapping of feathers echoing off the chasm around him even with his keen ears. The whole world was cut off from his senses thanks to his sensual self-distraction.

In fact, he was already on the verge of climax with his thighs tensed up and wings shuddering outward when he finally heard something nearby that was loud enough to jerk him from his trance! It was a disturbance in a nearby bush, a sound so loud he was sure that sticks were broken and at least one rock had been cracked. The sudden shock of the sound made him reconsider finishing himself off, his member wilting in his hand and slowly retracting back to its slit while the folds of his kilt covered him.

"Who goes there!" He called out, internally choosing between that and 'show yourself!' as well as a more humorous option of 'Welcome to the party!'

No response came from the bushes. At least not at first. While Saethwr slowly got to his feet, eyes trained on the location of the noise and hand reaching for his sword, another disturbance kept his attention aimed directly at the crevasse from whence the noises came. A moment later, a gryphon with patterns of black and white stepped out from the protection of the bushes, steely blue eyes trained on the dragon. Sticks and dander stuck out from its chest feathers, its wings partially mangled and ragged.

To Saethwr's surprise, the gryphon spoke, their voice deep and commanding yet still soft and feminine. "First time?" She asked while plucking a twig from her chest plumage.

"First time getting this far, yeah." Saethwr answered truthfully while reaching for his sword. Once he had it pointed towards the gryphon, he found himself naturally in a fighting stance. "Why?"

"Oh, you know, I've not seen you get this far before; the crystal golem stops most gamers from getting to me. And yet, here you are, apparently too foolish to cover your bonfire while-" She sniffed the air, neck extended towards him "-while you pleasure yourself. A bonfire is a beacon to the eyes in the dead of night; not only could I see the reflection of the moonlight on the pillar of smoke it caused, but the fire itself is literally glowing. I could see it from the castle." She stepped forward, just beyond the reach of Saethwr's sword, deliberately acting menacing, showing her boss-nature.

Saethwr grabbed his sword and posed, ready to take on whatever she dished out to him. "So what now?" He asked, genuinely scared to hear her answer.

She clicked her beak and stepped to the side, lowering her ears and widening her stance a bit; she was clearly about to attack. "Well, I usually give people a bit of a heads-up the first time I see them get this far, and based on your decision to set up a bonfire within eyeshot of the castle, you definitely needed it. That said, this is a game and now it's time for us to fight!" Without further warning, she leapt at him with her front talons outstretched and beak agape, hissing as she soared through the air.

He grabbed his sword and swung it through the air. The tip of the blade snagged the side of the gryphon's beak and chipped off a chunk of it, but that didn't stop her from tackling him to the ground next to the bonfire. All he could do to keep her from chomping down on his face was wedge the blade of the sword in the crook of her beak with one hand on the hilt and the other palming the blade! He growled and snarled back at her, kicking and flailing to no effect. From this vantage below her, he got a long look at her gaping maw and the saliva that dribbled down her gums and landed on his face.

Her gullet quivered and gaped open with every attempt at a bite, each failed chomp stopped only by the blade that threatened her jaws like a horse's bit. She tried biting through it but the added pressure only forced the edge to slice open her flesh and add some blood to the saliva that soaked him.

Saethwr tried his best to find a solution, to counter the attack of the gryphon, but saw nothing. No counters to her ambush! He thought about reaching out to grab a burning stick from the fire to stab her eye but he was too far away, even his tail couldn't reach it!

That was when things took a sudden turn! The gryphon bit down on the blade, tossed it to the side after wrenching it from Saethwr's hands! Once she had him completely pinned and disarmed, she paused to heal the cuts in the crook of her beak with a teal mist, then gaped her gullet open and slammed her head down, wrapping her beak around the dragon's face and biting! However, she didn't end him, nor did he respawn after such an obvious loss.

No, instead he was left in place, frozen in fear as her undulating throat shifted in waves just beyond the tip of his snout. The light from the bonfire, though weak and not at the right angle, did just enough to illuminate the folds of her gullet, each accented by a layer of saliva coating its every feature!

She didn't bite down, she didn't do anything at all to finish the game, but instead held herself frozen in place while her long, prehensile tail snaked its way up the dragon's inner thigh to peel back and unfold his kilt, revealing the slit that contained his loins. He was, of course, quite confused but had no time to respond or react or question what was happening before the gryphon sat down on him, her groin pressed tightly to his. There, she began to gyrate and grind against him.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Saethwr asked, his voice reverberating down her gullet.

Without letting him go, her throat shifted as she spoke, giving him a clear view into the abyss. "You've lost, sir Dragon. No reason I can't play with my food, first." that was all she said before clamping down with her beak and extending her tongue down his throat, its tapered length finding its way half way to his belly while dancing with his on the way.

The sensation of having his own gullet caressed mixed with the view of her throat filling up all but his most extreme peripherals did its job, coaxing his member from his sheath as he internally accepted defeat. He was right, she had gotten the better for him, it was game over, now he just needed to enjoy the trip before he used a continue and tried again.

Of course, the gryphoness was able to make quick work of him. She occasionally clamped down with her beak and used her tongue to caress him inside and out while matching those same movements with her hindquarters. She gyrated, rubbed, and winked her vulva against his slit to coax him out before reaching out to grab him and manually stimulate his length to full erection. Once she was content with his level of arousal, she sat back down on him, using her talon to guide his length into her only to have her walls constrict around him and actively tug.

Saethwr was almost immediately overwhelmed, inundated by the pleasure that consumed him from either end. The ridges along his shaft were all accented and firm thanks to how her pussy seemed to be gripping and tugging him, but it was the gullet that hovered over his snout and the wetness that came with it that gave him the deepest tingle of delight. He knew he'd end up in her belly, one way or another, and that pussy of hers was just a lovely appetizer to the main course.

He was the main course, in fact. He knew this the moment she started bucking her hips to thrust upon him like a stallion would a mare, the arch of her back and the flare of her wings serving as balance and power as her lips slapped against his slit; she had so much weight and strength that he jokingly imagined that this game over would be death by humping!

And wow, was she aggressive. Not only did she pin him to the ground with her hips, the slap of her lips against him could be heard over the crackling of the bonfire and the throaty growling echoed from her gullet and inundated Saeth's sense of hearing entirely, breaking periodically long enough to let him hear the gooey squelches of his ridged member being tugged and swallowed by her depths!

He couldn't last long, not at all. Fortunately for him, she knew this and pulled her beak away from his face, tongue tugging on his belly from within one last time before slurping beyond his lips and returning to her maw. She licked her beak, then while still pressing down against his cock, spun in place so that her rump was facing him, reverse cowgirl style. Her tail raised up like a snake about to strike, then the end of it split into three petals each lined with snakelike teeth and it lunged at his face!

Saethwr was completely taken by surprise and failed to raise his hands in time to protect himself from the snakelike strike! The petals all latched onto his face, one on either cheek and the other under his chin as the teeth all clamped down and held him in place like velcro! He tried to struggle, to pull away, but that just made the three jaws get an even better grip, so he reluctantly admitted defeat and relaxed, allowing himself to focus on the pleasure that she brought to his loins. In truth, the slimy, tender flesh of her tail's maw was just as fun to him, if not more. It was also nice that he could still see her looking back at him, for the petals of her tail maw had simply muzzled him instead of smothering the entirety of his face.

This didn't last long, however. The more she continued to grind on his cock and have her lips grip and tug his ridges, the less self-control he maintained and the more he lost of his lucidity. He barely even noticed as the petals of the tail maw expanded and forced themselves over the rest of his face, the flesh of the tail dilating and widening to easily engulf him as her flesh encroached upon his vision. Within less than a minute, the tail had completely swallowed his head and neck, with the petals gripping his leathers and between his wing. It felt, to him, like her tail's throat had no limits in terms of how wide it would expand, something he tested be arching his back and nuzzling into it.

To him, it felt less like he was being swallowed by a snake that was lined by layers of muscle and more like he was being passed through a sac with an elastic membrane and gripped by rows of snakelike teeth, which was all that kept him from escaping. In fact, the flesh had stretched so far to encapsulate him that he could almost make out the flickering light of the bonfire dancing a few metres away through the layers of fur and feathers!

But of course, that was just how it went. The gryphoness tugged and ground against him while her tail slowly swallowed him up and her pussy milked him of any and all fluid he had to offer. The double-ended sensuality that enveloped him mixed with the heat of her depths and the tenderness of her flesh ensured he had little to no resistance to her wiles. The second he tensed every muscle in his lower half to erupt his dragon seed into her womb, she constricted and tugged his member between her lips and raised herself off him, yanking him out from under her with her tail and enthusiastically gulping him down until only his tail poked out the tip of her maw.

The flesh of her tail had expanded and captured every part of him from wing to rump, entombing him while forcing him to slide through her tail and into her torso. With one final lurch through a tight passage of her internal flesh, he ended up curled in the fetal position inside her womb. This was not her belly, and he knew that.

All that was left was for her to do her victory pose before returning to the castle. The following morning, she would give rebirth to the dragon and he'd have another go at the quest, this time with the knowledge that it was a poor idea to set up a bonfire near the third objective.

He'd be fine. It was all a game, after all.