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In Need of Warmth

Despite the wilderness yet to be tamed and the frontier far too vast for Ithilwen to conquer it, she was finding great comfort in her newly acquired friends. Safety in numbers. Strength in solidarity. She, alongside Therris and Dustafyer and a handful of others, had formed a group of outlaws operating just southwest of Rhybute pass - the busiest frontier town in all of Sosemma and Itanobel.

Soon after forming their posse (they resented the term 'gang' due to its negative connotations), they were introduced to a lovely donkey mage by the name of NibRoc, a hermit exiled from the royal kingdoms of Epicelia and making a life alone on his hidden homestead near the river that flowed from the mountains. He had a small little cottage surrounded on all sides by plots of crops and pastures, all hidden in the thickest part of the foothill wood. Given the donkey mage's loneliness and a favour to a mutual friend, NibRoc agreed to let Ithilwen and Therris's posse live on his property in exchange for whatever unenchanted ademane crystals they could find or steal from the Hardstone Mining Company.

It was a mutually beneficial agreement. NibRoc got help on his hidden ranch as well as research materials for his magical studies, while Ithilwen's posse got a place to stay and storage for all their stuff while they were out treasure hunting or stealing from the rich.

On this day, most of the posse was in town meeting up with Sheriff Storm to negotiate a deal of some sort that would keep the local law enforcement off the posse's tails as long as nobody got hurt. Sheriff Storm was the corrupt head of the Rhybute Pass officer's brigade, but he was willing to look the other way as long as none of his people or officers got hurt and as long as he got a cut of the profits. However, with Var'Rex - the deputy Marshall - breathing down his neck, he had to appear tough.

Such bribes were a difficult balance to maintain, so Therris and Dustafyer were negotiating a new deal that would keep the posse safe while Ithilwen manned the homestead, feeding the stove an endless supply of wood to ensure the place remained warm.

In time, the stove was down to embers and the sun had set. She needed to get the night's final stack of logs to keep the heat up until morning. Her skill revolved around using geomancy, so she was able to conjure perfectly shaped logs and sticks for the purposes of burning, she just needed to expend some energy to utilize the magics she possessed in order to do so.

As a canine in this region, she had no real need to get fully dressed just to head out back and harvest some wood. She wore only a simple satchel slung over her back, specifically for carrying the lumber back into the cabin once she was finished.

Her every step through the fallen leaves crunched, the sound echoing through the dead of early winter. Snow was incredibly rare in this part of the world, but given the chill in the air she wouldn't have been surprised if they got a light dusting overnight. All the more reason to be diligent with the collection of wood on this evening. The other posse mates would need the warmth, especially if they came home in the middle of the night.

She found a nice spot to summon the hardwood logs from the ground, but stopped to focus on something she heard nearby. Her feet were making sounds in the leaves, but she had heard something that wasn't her and wasn't just the wind rustling them, either. Her keen, canine ears picked up the sound of distinct rustling, like something was hiding underneath a nearby pile.

Curious, she grabbed a stick and started poking through the mounds of collected leaves. She felt more than a little silly, as she wasn't carrying her pistol or any other weapons to defend herself if it turned out their hideout had been discovered by the authorities. Sheriff Storm knew that they existed nearby, but they had deliberately chosen to not indulge their location, just in case dealings went sour.

With only a stick to defend herself, Ithilwen kept poking until she got near a particularly tall pile of leaves. She froze solid in place when she saw the pile shift and move, bits of leaves cascading down upon themselves to reveal what looked like sleek, black and red scales underneath. Still curious and convinced she was in no danger, she used her stick to push some of the leaves aside, revealing what looked like a coil of snake, shivering and clenched tight against itself.

Ithilwen was presented with a multitude of possible alternatives to how to deal with the situation. She could have backed off and got her gun, she could have used her magic to summon vines that would pin this creature to the ground, or she could have even just killed it and eaten its meat. There were options, but she didn't want to do anything too rash. Instead of showing aggression, she simply spoke up. "Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked, poking one of the shiny scales with the stick.

The snake shifted and unfurled itself from its tight ball, expanding its berth and shaking every leaf off its form. This revealed that the snake had a rather large hooded cowl, and had to be at least five meters long, with a thickest segment about twice as wide as Ithilwen's shoulders. The naga rose up, one third of its body standing straight, arms folded over its chest as it shivered. He spoke, his voice deeper than that of a female naga. "S-sorry, it's just so cold this time of year. Not a lot of places I can go that people won't find and harass me. Was sort of hoping being this far away from the path would help. I'll go if I'm too close to your homestead, if you'd like." He pointed towards the mountains behind him.

"No need for that." Ithilwen countered. "I was just chopping wood to keep the place warm. I get it, but I have to let you know that I've got guns. Guns and magic. I can let you in, enjoy some warm fire and maybe a drink, but if you try anything I'll shoot ya."

The snake bowed. "So kind of you to warn me. I won't try anything, though. I just need to find some place to keep warm for a few weeks. I could pay you, if you wanted. I've got a small stash of gold and silver nearby, buried in the roots of a tree. All I ask is a small corner of the room, or even just a stall in the stables near the horses, if you have a spare space. I curl up pretty tight, so I take up almost no room." He pulled his tail up close to emphasize, then extended his hand to shake. "I'm Caledis!"

"Ithilwen." She answered as she took his hand. "I'm not the only one who has a say in this so I can't promise anything, but if you're willing to pay and don't cause no trouble, I figure we can work something out. Let me chop up some wood, then we can both go back to the homestead and stoke the flames. What do you say?" She stepped back and crouched down, hovering her hand over a tiny, hibernating sapling as a teal glow emanated from her fingertips. Within seconds, the sapling had expanded to be nearly a foot in diameter and a full meter or more tall. Then, with a series of palm swipes and a set of chops, she divided the wood into twenty pieces, with each log falling into a pile.

Caledis seemed impressed with this. He had heard of geomancy magic but hadn't ever seen it firsthand. It was even more impressive to him that she was performing at such a high level yet doing so in such a casual demeanour. "All that just for a fire? Does that drain you?"

She shrugged and started picking up each individual piece of chopped log. "A bit. I'll be fine once I get something to eat." She paused and looked Caledis up and down while putting the last few magically-chopped logs into her bag. "You seem strong, wanna carry this back to the cottage?"

"Sure. Don't see why not if I'm getting a place to stay out of the deal." He grabbed the satchel and slung it over his shoulder before following Ithilwen back through the woods to the clearing where her homestead was erected. There were four buildings there. NibRoc's home, the shared long house for the posse, a barn, and a small shed for tools and seeds and storage. Caledis shockingly had never seen the actual homestead before. He had been attempting hibernation nearby, but the woods were so thick he hadn't seen or heard anything from them before. He just sort of assumed he was too far away from anyone to be seen or heard. Furthermore, he was so cold from the weather that he barely even noticed that Ithilwen was casually nude in front of him. He was also nude, but he was not bipedal so it made a whole world of difference to him.

After returning in silence, Ithilwen invited him in without delay. She had a thick coat of fur that kept her relatively warm even in the chilly, early-winter air, but the use of her magic to summon the wood had stolen much of her energy, leaving her weak and cold. She was as eager to get back inside as Caledis. The warmth and comfort of a stove-heated home was as welcoming as a close hug.

The instant they stepped and slithered through the front door, the heat from the stove enveloped them, like they'd stepped into a whole new world or taken a portal to a deep cave. The heat didn't dissipate or billlow out of the door, it was a perfectly formed wall, cold outside and warm inside. One step was all it took to go from chilly to cozy.

Caledis practically melted, his long body relaxing the moment he felt the warmth of the floor boards under his belly scales. "Wow! Is that magic or something?" He hissed happily.

"Yeah, we've got a mild enchantment keeping the warm air inside so it doesn't go past the door way." She pointed to the four gemstones on the four corners of the front door. "Our host, Nib, was practicing with his enchantment skill and came up with that spell. It's not perfect, but it makes our heat and fire last a whole lot longer if the cold can't seep in and our heat can't leak out. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough spare gemstones to do every window, just the doors. It's not a perfect system."

"Perfect or not, it's pretty brilliant. No wonder you're comfortable here." Cal looked around, noticing that the front room of this cottage was open and huge, with a dozen chairs and couches lying around the outer rim and a massive, cast-iron oven in the one corner. "How many people live here?"

"More than a dozen." Ithilwen answered as she crouched down next to the wood stove. She tossed two of the logs in from the bag - which was still draped over Cal's back - before standing and waiting for the wood to catch fire. The soft crackling and popping of the oven soon intensified, wrapping the new logs in flame before Ithilwen finally stepped back and let the new fuel take hold. "It fluctuates. Some folks just can't cut it in a posse, others are a little too violent for us. The core group of us have been around for almost a year, now. Still don't have a name for the group, yet."

Curious, Caledis flicked his tongue a bit. "Group? Posse? You mean gang?"

Ithilwen shook her head. "Gang would imply we rob people and beat people up. We only do half of that, and only to those who deserve it. Don't like the term, 'gang'. Makes us sound like criminals or something. Naw, we aren't violent. Don't go that route, you know? We like to say we try to distribute wealth between the rich and the poor. And we're the poor. Not really, but compared to-" She stopped herself mid-sentence, having realized she'd started rambling like she'd been practising the speech. She hadn't, but that's what it looked like so she simply turned to Caledis and leaned back against the wall. "I'm rambling. Tell me a bit more about yourself. What brings you to this region of SoSemma?"

Caledis's body curled and slithered in place beneath him, forming a sort of ball for him to rest atop. "Just exploring. This was the densest wood I could find with the most trees. I thought it'd be the safest and most remote place to be. Didn't even realize you had such a lovely property carved out nearby. Had I know, I'd have found a different place to go."

"It's not our place, we just rest here and hold our stuff here. It's Nib's, as I said. That donkey stallion is quite generous with us. Very kind. We pay for it by lifting gemstones for his enchantment experimentation, but it's more than worth it. There's a mine nearby owned by the Hardstone Mining Company that we can raid every now and again. Lots of pure, unenchanted gemstones and crystals there. That's exactly what he wants and what has the most value." Ithilwen explained, still leaning against the wall next to the oven. Once she was done talking, she grabbed two pieces of wood and tossed them into the oven, bending over and revealing the underside of her tail as she did so.

Unable to resist, Caledis flicked his tongue as he got a good look at her fluffy undercarriage. He wasn't trying to stare or be rude, but she wasn't being modest in the least bit and that made it very easy for him to see everything from her dark-fleshed pucker to the bright pink of her slit standing out against the puffiness of her vulva.

Ithilwen glanced back and saw him staring, so she grinned at him. "Like what you see?" She asked while wiggling her hips, deliberately curling her tail over her lower back. "No need to be shy if you can be lewd, you know. I've not got any other plans this afternoon."

Caledis couldn't help but hiss gently as he nodded his head. "I mean, I wasn't going to say anything but if you're down for some fun, I wouldn't dare say no. Not after you let me into your home to get warm." He slowly uncurled his body so that his groin was hovering over the ground, slit growing moist as his member swelled within him. He wasn't sure how this was going to go, but he liked it.

"Think of it as another way to get warm. Come on, don't be shy." While still on all fours in front of the wood oven, she closed the slatted gate and pressed her chest to the ground, breasts squishing against the hardwood floor. "Or of you're not into ladies, you can always just curl up by the fire."

"I think I much prefer body heat." He said, still flicking his tongue. His entire back half was slithering in place, sliding over the wood and smearing bits of his natural fluids all over the place. He had been in brumation mode for weeks at this point and was in desperate need of some companionship.

Ithilwen was not exactly shy about her wants, either. She had been without her companions all day and she was particularly frisky and was displaying that to her companion. She was just getting over her estrus, so she still had some residual desires lingering, desires that were further triggered by the scent that hovered around Caledis like a cloud. The canine's keen sense of smell ensured she knew exactly what it was that her serpentine guest wanted to accompany his warmth. This was why she was happily bending over, tail up and legs parted as she tossed yet another log into the oven to watch it burn. She could have left it at that, but she chose to stay in position, sure to give him the opportunity he needed to make a move, if he wished to do so.

Caledis, on the other hand, wasn't immediately taking to Ithilwen's invitation. His tongue was as sensitive as her nose, but as a reptilian he lacked any sort of attunement to her seasonal needs. He smelled her, but just as a canine lass, not one horny for him. Still, his own desires were enough to slowly urge his member from his slit. The view she offered him, though not as clear-cut as he would have preferred, was enough to entice him to at least try to make a move. He slithered up to her and laid one of his massive, powerful hands on her rump, giving it a squeeze. "Yes, body heat is much more comforting than that of fire, I'm sure you know." He commented, trying his best to raise the segment of his body that housed his slit off the ground - he didn't need to get slivers in his emerging member.

"Well, then what are you waiting for? I'm not exactly being shy, here."

Her blunt invitation was slightly surprising for Caledis, but the naga didn't allow that to hold him back. Content with his consent, he grabbed her other rump cheek with the other hand and spread them wide, exposing her pink slit and dark-fleshed pucker all at once. He still lacked the attunement to her arousal in terms of scent, but his tongue was useful for many more things than that. He buried his snout between her rump cheeks and flicked that forked tongue of his right into her, parting her lips and stuffing her full of serpent flesh. She growled playfully and pressed her chin to her wrists as she pushed back into him, widening her stance even farther to entice him.

Caledis couldn't help but flex his loins, forcing his member to unfold to its full size within seconds. The warmth of the cabin ensured he had nothing holding him back, and Ithilwen's eagerness coaxed him forth to not stop.

While he may have lacked the ability to truly take in her estrus scent, he could still taste her flesh and found out quickly that he loved the sweetness of her nectar, so he continued. He continued with a vigour he didn't realize that he had given how cold he was just an hour prior. His tongue flicked in and out of her repeatedly, its entire length probing deep and pulling out in its entirety, stroking along her walls and curling up at the end of her passage before curling in a knot and popping out and unfurling, his every motion well-calculated and precise.

As expected, Ithilwen was loving this. She knew when she invited this naga into her home she was taking a risk - for all she knew he was hungry and would just take her as a meal - but she was happily grinding on his snout as his tongue invaded her depths, loosening her up and tenderizing her flesh beyond her expectations. She whimpered to herself, body shuddering in delight as she converted those whimpers into a low-key growl to let him know he was doing a good job and that he should not stop. To her, the sensation of having his tongue slip into her and curl up inside only to uncurl and pull back out felt like a knot inflating and deflating repeatedly, giving her that lovely filled sensation without any of the commitment that came with it.

This gave her an idea. "H-hey, while you're there, why don't you try knotting up and pulling out? I love that. The pop, the struggle, you know?" She wasn't even sure she knew what she was saying at that time, but Caledis's subtle nod told her that he got the idea.

And he did exactly what she'd silently hoped for. He parted her lips even wider with his thick fingers, then pressed his snout as tight against her opening as he could, forcing his tongue as long and as deep as it would go as its forked tips curled up on itself the moment they met her cervix. He gave a gentle tug, pushed in a bit deeper, and wrapped his tongue around itself as deep as it would go before pulling out in that exact same position, popping out with an audible squelch, slap, and guttural whorl as her depths adjusted and closed back up in his tongue's absense.

"That's the spot." She said, reaching back to grab the base of her tail and pull it forward. This was to better expose her loins to him. "How many cocks have you got? I know some naga have two."

Caledis unfurled his tongue and slurped it back up into his maw, smell-tasting her fluids as he did so before speaking. "Just one. Why?"

"I was kind of hoping you could stuff me twice at once. That's okay, though. If you want that body heat, I've got plenty to offer." Most might be shocked at how forward Ithilwen was, but she was never shy about what she wanted and her time as an outlaw further inspired her to not hold back. Not only was she really close with her companions, but she could have lost everything at any time, so she felt the need to indulge herself to the best of her abilities. This mentality was what drove her to be so forthright when the opportunity to be with a naga came along. She had never actually been with a serpent partner, before. Not a naga, anyway.

There was a brief pause where Caledis simply stood up straight and stared down at her, cockeyed. The portion of his body that housed his member was raised off the ground to ensure he didn't rub his junk on the wooden floor, but other than that he was prone. He loved her offer, but was taken by surprise by it. Companion snakes were usually alright to do this, but other races weren't so keen on being with snakes like him. His cowl widened a bit and he grinned, lips peeling back to reveal his gums and teeth before he made his move.

In one fluid motion, Caledis slithered forward, pressing his chest and belly to her back while forcing her down with all of his weight. As he did this, he was sure to go slow, flexing his muscles in waves to caress her form all the while. Since much of his body was belly and torso, he had a lot of curling and coiling to do to ensure none of his scales touched the cast iron of the oven with the crackling fire. The only option he could think of was to wrap around Ithilwen, constricting her gently as he hoisted her up and tossed her onto her back within his folds.

His cock emerged from between her legs, so big it looked like it would barely fit. She was wrapped up with her tail, feet, arms, and head all poking out from his slithering mass of body, but she didn't feel like she was being restricted aside from the part of his tail tip that wrapped around and squeezed her ankle.

Ithilwen grinned and bit down on the scales of the coil nearest her as she deliberately widened her legs and wrapped her other ankle around another fold of his body. She glanced down over his coil with a curious gaze as she got a better look at what he was packing and where it would end up. He was massive, ridged on the underside, well-tapered, and thick near the base, so there was a good chance she was going to feel every bit of texture slipping into and popping out of her. He was also long enough that he might have poked her belly from within, something that could have been hot if done right.

She grabbed his member and wrapped her fingers around his tip, testing him to see how he reacted. While he was pleasantly shifting his body and he lightly bucked into her hand, the thing she noticed most was how cold his flesh was. He wasn't frozen or anything, but it felt exactly like one would expect of a creature that holds temperature deep within them and had been spending the past few weeks out in the cold as the region prepared for snow. The fluids that coated his length were viscous and clammy instead of slick and slimy, which was really all she needed to urge him on. His scales were chilled, but had started to absorb heat from the stove so they were well balanced, while his member came from deep within him, a place the head had yet to permeate.

The canine shifted her weight in his coils to lower her body - most importantly, her pussy - closer to his tip while tugging on him and trying her best to guide his length into her, all while struggling with the bulges of his coils wrapped around her various limbs and torso.

"You're not gonna change your mind at the last minute?" He asked, his tone one of both desire and caution. "Most furry folks don't want snake cock in them."

"I'm not most folks. And it really, really does feel like you need it. Come on. In ya go." She finished her command by chomping down on his scales again, ready to feel his girth spreading her. She tugged his tip, relaxed her loins, and widened her stance as best she could against the folds of scales and snake body that cradled and squeezed her.

Caledis was still a bit hesitant, but he didn't hold off too long. He shifted his body and pulled that part of his back end close to her; the moment he felt the warmth of her slit parting to envelop his tip, he wasted no time using every muscle in his body to plunge it as deep as it would go.

Her depths were slick with arousal, her walls loosened up with desire, and her opening well-prepared thanks to his tongue lashing. Even though his girth was far more than most her size would have been able to take, her lips parted with ease and swallowed him up in a series of lurches, one ridge at a time until she felt her loins pressed down against his belly scales. She felt like there was more hiding inside and beyond his ventral opening, more she wanted to feel inside of her. She was deep, he was long, but not long enough to press against her womb.

Many women didn't like that - to have their cervix probed and prodded at - but Ithilwen had lived a rather adventurous life and had developed a taste for it, so she wanted more. Once she had the leverage, she wrapped both her legs around the segment of his body that housed his loins and squeezed, eager to coax out every last ridge he had to offer.

As she did this, she felt a bulge for him her belly in the shape of his cock tip as his length throbbed, pulsated, and expanded with every slow, serpentine heart beat. She could feel his member grinding against her most sensitive spots, and the bulge of his girth pressing out against her abdominal wall, so she wanted to get a better look at it. She curled her body over the coil of his that laid across her chest, but found quickly that he was too thick for her and she could no longer glance over his scales. She could at first, but the moment he felt his flesh enter hers, his every muscle tensed up and was squeezing just a little bit harder every moment that passed.

She meant to speak out, to request a bit of leeway from him so she could watch her lips distend and dilate around his girth, but just as she was about to do that he squeezed her again, constricting her and clenching against her entire body all at once. The coil over her chest tightened, the coil that housed his member forced itself as tight against her loins as it would go, more of his ridges emerged from his cloaca to slip into her, and all of this worked together to accentuate every sensation in her entire body as the blood pressure in her non-constricted parts ensured she grew hypersensitive all over.

Most importantly his coil over her lower belly mixed with the pressure coming from inside as his member swelled to full size inside her, amplifying how big he felt and how tight she seemed in the process. Not only did he almost immediately curl his tail and tug her ankle in delight, but she started to whimper and shudder against the immense pressure.

Ithilwen found herself overwhelmed with pleasure, her depths twitching and sensitive thanks to his constriction. The throbbing and subtle shifting of his ribs made it feel - at least to her - like he was getting full thrusts every two seconds despite him barely moving and his length remaining mostly immobile throughout. The added pressure, the squeezing against her abdominal wall, and the pulsation of his ridges quickly brought her to climax within his coils. She arched her back - resisting his constriction as best she could - as her legs shut on either side of his body, holding him in place as her entire lower half shuddered and quivered against his member.

The added clenching of her orgasmic contractions were the final straw for Caledis, as well. The snake was already lost in the passion of the moment and enamoured by the heat - because her flesh actually felt hot to him, not just warm or cozy - but that extra pressure did him in. Part of him thought that might have happened when he constricted her, but as it turned out it was a bit simpler than that. The fluid arousal, the heat, the clenching, and the passion she showed for him all worked together to steal some seed from him.

Pleasure rocked the naga with enough passion to make him gape his maw and hiss at her, fangs out and teeth bared. He had just barely enough self-control to not bite down on her in an act of carnal lust, opting instead to thrust in waves throughout his body to grind his loins against hers, his cock tip throbbing and ridges pulsating against her walls.

He shot blast after blast of serpentine seed into Ithilwen's depths, flooding her pussy and bursting into her womb as his tip teased her cervix. Some of his essence - now heated from her body - seeped out and soaked the underside of her tail, eventually cascading onto his coils and getting lost between his scales. He gave a handful of thrusts before finally relaxing, releasing his constriction on Ithilwen's torso and flopping back all at once.

Ithilwen gasped as she once again was able to breathe. Sure, the danger of being constricted was real and the lack of breathing concerned her, but this was when she accidentally learned that asphyxia during orgasm made the pleasure far more intense. So, intense, in fact, that she had nothing to say when his coils relaxed and slipped off her body. She barely even noticed when his cock slipped out of her, popping one ridge at a time, each with another pocket of serpent seed escaping her taut lips.

She huffed, puffed, and whimpered as her limbs went weak. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes fluttered while she struggled to roll onto her side or off his mass of coils. Before long, she gave up and flopped back with her limbs spread out in all directions. "Never realized how much passion a snake could have, especially not one so weak from the cold. I figured you'd be-" She trailed off, her weak whispers dissipating into nothing even as her lips and tongue kept moving.

Caledis didn't hear it all, but like her he was pretty exhausted. "That was really all I had till I get some more warmth in me. Give me an hour in front of the oven and I could go for round two, if you want?" He remained in a ball underneath Ithilwen, his cock slowly retreating into his slit one ridge at a time, arms spread and tail tip still wrapped around her one ankle. "Or we can just go again now and I can take more of your warmth, if you have some spare."

She brought her hand up to pat him on the head, but only ended up slapping him by accident; her dexterity was all but gone and she lacked any ability to control herself as her arm flailed about. "That could be fun, but I think I need some time, and I'm hungry. How about we relax for a bit. You need warmth, I need time. Let's just...rest a bit." She curled up on her side, using one of his coils as a pillow, legs still wrapped around that one part of his body just north of his member.

Together, the two found themselves contentedly resting in front of the wood stove, basking in the glow of the fire and the crackling of the embers. They needed the warmth, they had plenty to offer one another, and much like their daily lives they needed more companionship.

She was already piecing together her excuses for why she felt Caledis would make an excellent addition to their posse. Assuming he didn't eat her while she slept. Only time would tell on that.