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Chanda pulls away from the dark elf, his bright scales coated in the semen of a magical mistress. Zozafina stumbles forward, looking over her shoulder and smirking at the snake. "Oh, I'm sorry," she begins, turning to face him once more, "Did you expect me to cave into you from one orgasm?" She brushes her fingers over her lips.. "Now, do you think I'm serious?"

Chanda claps his hands together and closes his eyes. "What I think is that you are a pervert of the highest order if you wish for me to expose my more deviant side." He takes a moment to hum, slithering in a slow and purposeful dance. Meanwhile, Zozafina pulls off the cloak she wears, exposing perky, perfect breasts and her toned rear.

"I want to make sure things are good for you too, snakey boy," she coos, and she sits upon the floor. Her eyes grow wide when she lifts one leg up, pulling down the stocking and the boot that cover it. Once freed, she wiggles her toes in a happy gasp, then she moves on to the other one.

Chanda opens one eye and inhales through his nose, seeing her sitting there in a reclined, pin-up pose, one hand upon her knee, and another behind her head.

"Come on... you can't possibly tell me I'm too much for you to handle."

Tik Tik turns to Hanioc, a whimper in her voice. "Is... is this ending badly for one?"

Hanioc shakes his head. "No, the magic of the tournament prevents any undue harm between the two. But she's basically offering herself up to be defeated."

"Can this be trick?"

"Maybe..."

Chanda slithers up towards the presenting Zozafina, who lifts a leg up towards him, wiggling her toes to tease the snake, white polish on her nails contrasting with the black of her skin. He lowers his upper body and cradles the appendage, hands massaging from her sole to her calf to her thigh. He smirks when he glances up to her, his tongue slithering out and teasing at her digits.

Her toes curl, and he places a kiss at their knuckles. She sighs, and even giggles in response. He takes this as a moment to proceed. His mouth opens wider, wider, wider, and his hands grab at her other leg, pulling her from her perched position, yanking her to his mouth.

She falls back, hitting her head on the floor and groans, rubbing her fingers through her curly hair. "Oh yes, you big strong snake, handle me roughly. Use me like a piece of trash, I fuckin' love it!" The growl in her voice emphasizes it, but he seems to take no mind and continues his slow sliding up along her. Soon, his maw has taken her into the heels, and he continues, his tail waving along the floor behind him, fully laying down as he slides more and more elf inside of him.

Zozafina meanwhile feels the warmth surrounding her from her toes to her knees. Her desires are inflamed by this wholly new experience. This is evident in the already hardened shaft his nose arrives close to. He gets up to her thighs. His eyes stare up at her, past the dick. Without unfocusing his gaze, always keeping it upon her, he opens his mouth wider, taking in her balls and pushing her cock up against her stomach. Her length slides between the roof of his mouth and her tummy. She writhes around at the tight feeling of the pulsing body enveloping her, taking her in, consuming her physical being.

Chanda's tail presses against the ground, pushing him up and consequently lifting Zozafina. The dark elf squeals when his hands grab onto her back. He pushes her up and, lifting her high into the air, presents her nude upper body for the spectators to witness and to be amazed. His bones spread and distort, allowing for her to fit inside, turning him into a strange, grotesque, yet supremely watchable show.

And soon, Zozafina's breasts even disappear, and then her shoulders, her hands going up high. She kisses against his lip once his mouth reaches to hers. Zozafina giggles at the absurdity of the situation, and soon, only her hands are left.

She is in darkness, the snake's body pushing her and molding her position until she curls up safely in his stomach for the time being. So, this is what it feels like. This is the wonders of vore that she heard so much about, but was never able to experience before. She sighs, closes her eyes, and lets herself drift off, carried in the warmth of Chanda's body.

Chanda collapses onto the ground, hands holding onto his stomach, and letting out a sigh. He groans, sweating, his look going towards his Lord Ghishinu.

The elephantine noble strokes his trunk and nods. "I believe this is sufficient?" he asks Hanioc.

A chorus of angelic hymns play, and suddenly, Zozafina appears curled up next to Chanda, blinking and glancing around. "W... what?"

"The winner," Hanioc declares, "is Chanda."

"I hope your curiosity was worth it," the naga says, picking himself up and rubbing his arm over his lips. "You tasted horrible."

"How rude!" Zozafina says, stumbling up to her feet, her spit-stained body slick in the light. "I'll see you when you lose and defeat you soundly in a rematch."

"I do not intend to lose, elf," the snake says, gripping his fists. "Now, go off and masturbate to the thoughts of me consuming you."

Zozafina places a finger upon her cheeks and titters. "Oh, Chandy, I didn't need your permission to go do that. You've given me ammunition for a few days." She then steals a quick kiss on the naga's cheek before turning and walking away in a dainty stride.