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Kobolds in Snug Places

This was it. Today was finally the day. Evan, the sky blue kobold, had been trying to psych himself up to finally visit The Vore House of Klyneth for months. Years, even. Ever since the place opened, he'd decided he wanted to take a trip there but lacked the bravado to actually make that move. He'd always wanted to do something with vore, it had always been a fantasy of his, but he was too shy to inquire about it. For most of his life, such a thing was a fantasy and nothing more. He'd learned of the naga bloodline that could do it safely, but he wasn't going to just approach some random snake person and ask for them to eat him. That was a fun fantasy, but rude in reality.

But then The Vore House opened, having learned how to adapt that very specific biological adaptation to others, they opened up a brothel for endosomatophilia, allowing any who wanted to enjoy the very specific fantasy. At first it was just The Vore House itself, a large manor with a couple dozen rooms and predators that were willing to enjoy role played scenes with clients. That worked for the time, but the demand for such services far outweighed the availability of safe predators.

So, after a year or so of time off, they came back with new investors and help that vastly expanded the scope of The Vore House to include something called 'The Wilds', a massive, town-sized safari zone and theme park. The Manor still remained, where clients could hire predators or prey to engage in specific fantasies that they'd play out, but most of their business came from The Wilds.

The concept behind The Wilds was that everyone who set foot on them had to drink a special potion that would both make them safe predators and give them the ability to be immune to the pesky reality of a predator eating them up. This was to ensure that anyone who visited could engage in all manner of endo fun safely and freely. While roaming The Wilds, anything could happen. You could get picked up by a hungry dragon, lose yourself to a plant monster, or gobble up other patrons assuming that was the role you wanted to take. The potions also instilled an unwilling safe word, so if it was uttered, the predator would be forced to spit up any unwilling prey.

It was a very well-managed system that ensured safety against any and all factors. This was paramount to the business and to the clients within. Hard to maintain a user base if they were all, well, not coming back. This ensured both sides of the equation were happy.

The Wilds were divided into different regions, each with their own makeshift settlements and information booths and landmarks where different scenes or events could happen. On this day, the event taking place was a tribal or medieval-styled quest for a gem lost deep in the heart of the jungle region. A region protected by a monstrous snake god that would fight and eat anyone who tried to get the gemstone. What did the gemstone did? That wasn't the point, it was an adventure first and foremost.

Interestingly enough, the quests and events often had special incentives and conditions. Many of the fetch quests like this one were met with cash prizes and other Vore House themed rewards such as a case of potions for use outside of The Wilds or just literal bags of coin and gemstones and season passes. This made the games actually have incentive to win, but also gave prey players incentive to lose. It was up to the clients to decide if they wanted the prize or a trip through some pred's belly. Evan wanted both, so he was just happy to be playing.

And that's why he finally mustered up the gusto to finally make a move. This weekend's event sounded like a lot of fun and fit right into his personal fantasies regarding vore. He liked the idea of LARPing and going on a quest while also having the risk of losing. There were no entry fees beyond the gate pass, once on site anyone could either participate in the quest or just go somewhere else and enjoy The Wilds as they would on any day, exploring and meeting up with others in the various biomes.

Evan stepped up to the front desk of the manor, where she slid some coin across the desk towards a frilled salamander that was a bit smaller than him. Evan was only about a meter tall, but the frilled salamander wasn't much taller so the desk was an appropriate height. In exchange, Evan was given a small vial of potion to drink, which he gulped down excitedly.

"Now you have to wait about half an hour before that potion to take effect." The salamander told him. He then looked Evan up and down with a smile, noting that the kobold was decked out in adventure gear. "Please fill the time in our waiting room, and I hope you have a wonderful day! Good luck bringing back a gemstone! Today's prize is pretty awesome."

"What is it? I didn't actually look into it before coming." Evan admitted.

"A season pass! That and a dozen vials of vore potion to take home!" His frills stood on end.

That did sound really good, and that would result in a whole season of being able to return at his own discretion. He already paid today's entry fee, he had no idea how much effort it would take to get him to come back so he didn't know if he wanted to go for the win or enjoy a trip through a snake pred. It was quite the complicated problem for him; on one hand, his past history told him he may not have the mojo to come back and make use of a season pass, but on the other hand he also assumed that once he broke through that mental barrier he'd be able to return without hesitation. Both possible outcomes were fine, so he simply decided he'd try his best and see what happened; if he won, he'd do what he could to return, while if he lost he still got quite the memory.

"Thank you for letting me know! I'll keep it in mind!" He thanked the salamander then turned to the waiting room, head down to avoid eye contact. He didn't feel entirely comfortable around others yet, so he wasn't actively seeking out their gaze.

The waiting room was less a room and more like a courtyard surrounded on all four sides by the tall walls of The Manor, a huge drawbridge out back leading to The Wilds. There were dozens of people all milling about, each one of them in traditional adventure garb, perfect for LARP. Evan chose to stick to himself by heading over to one of the stairwells in the corner, where he perched up on the railing's post at the end. This ensured nobody was behind him and he could keep an eye on others.

It wasn't long at all before a small group of others all started milling around him. A party of five, all discussing strategies and plans, led by a gorgeous-looking white and blue wolf with green markings all up her back and shoulder, armour that looked like it was made of leaves. She had a bow of leaves on her back. It was Ithilwen, a face Evan recognized as one of the employees here. He'd seen videos. By idly sitting by and overhearing their conversation, he was able to discern everyone's role and name.

The team she was leading included a human rogue with black hair and a pair of daggers. He wore tight leather armour that was all black and dark brown. His name was Weyland. Next was Spike, an orange biped dragon with black and yellow spots. He was the team's DPS or tank, wearing heavy armor with a massive sword on his hip. Damian, the winged gray wolf, was an archer. He wore light armour but had a huge, body-height bow on his back with a quiver packed to the brim with arrows. Finally, Serenna the mage a tall and thin dragoness with flowing brown fur down her neck, spotted yellow and brown scales, a bone helmet upon her head, and flowing ademane wisps coming out the back of her ears. She wore traditional mage robes but no pointy hat.

Ithilwen was laying out the plan as best she could to the others. "The gemstone is at the altar at the foot of his shrine. The temple will be trapped, so we'll send our strongest in first. Spike, you are clearly the biggest of us. Serenna, you may be our mage but you are second largest and have the second highest defense. Plus, you've got that gemstone, right?"

Serenna pulled out a small, glowing marble from her robes. "Yep, high defense boost here. Will give me stonescales, protect me against constriction just in case." She slipped the marble away.

Spike grabbed his sword and held it up, swinging it wildly and almost hitting the others. It was a massive sword, impressive to be swinging around like that. "And if the serpent gets close, wham!"

Everyone stepped back to not get slashed by the blade. It was dulled, like all of the swords permitted in The Wilds. It wouldn't slice anyone open, but it could still hurt to get thwacked by it. Then again, the vore potion was pretty comprehensive and protected against abrasions as well. Some preds had sharp teeth and liked to chew. The potion ensured that all participants were impervious to that sort of event. No blood, no damage. The Wilds quests were roleplay, not actual peril.

Damian and Weyland remained silent. It was clear they were the least chatty of the group. Ithilwen was assertive and commanding, Spike was brash and jovial, Serenna was confident and liked to have her actions speak for her, while Damian and Weyland kept to themselves. This was a group Evan could handle. His silence was due to shyness, though, not cool confidence or assuredness.

Which was why he nearly fell off the pillar when Ithilwen turned to him. "So what's your role in all this?" She asked, hands on her hips. "We got mages and rogues and warriors and all that."

He dug his claws into the stone of the post to keep from slipping. "Uh, I hadn't put much thought into it. I assume I'd be sneaky or swift, since I'm small, but I didn't know we were going in as groups." He felt uncomfortable asserting himself in that role, but he was just calm enough around Ithilwen to say what was on his mind. She was assertive but had a kind tone in her voice.

"Perfect, we're going to need someone to slip in while the action is happening. I'll use my magic while Serenna does the same, we'll all keep the serpent busy, and while we draw him away from his altar we'll have you slip in the side and make off with it! Sound good?"

He blinked and gulped to himself. "I didn't know this was so serious, I just thought we headed out and went for it."

Spike held up his blade, pointing the tip at Evan. "It's more fun this way, and a whole season pass is one heck of a reward. I don't even care about the home potions."

Weyland laid his hand on Evan's leather-clad shoulder. "And if we lose...well, it's hardly a loss."

"Exactly!" Ithilwen beamed. "Some of you are absolutely going to fall to Yetzer; his strike is quick and his maw is wide. I'd be willing to bet every one of us ends up as snake food today." She stroked her hair and grinned, satisfied. She was having one heck of a time. This was a lot of fun not only to her but to the others as well. Each one of them were psyching themselves up for an actual quest.

Evan was a little confused about this, but their energy was infectious. He didn't realize just how much effort went into these quests and felt a little under-prepared. He had a lute on his back, a small short sword on one thigh, a tiny buckler hanging off the other, and a satchel of gemstones that he had no interest in using. He was originally just planning on running headlong into the fight or sneaking in on his own. This was far more effort than he had anticipated. In a manner of speaking, it just made him even more excited for what was to come.

Ithilwen checked the time. "Alright guys, looks like the potion is ready, time to go! And remember what we said, Serenna and Spike, you two are front row, followed by Damian, Weyland, and myself. And you, kobold, what's your name?"

"Evan." He answered, hopping down off the pillar.

"Evan, you will scout ahead, wait for us to attack, and observe the battle. Once the serpent is far enough away from the relic, you sneak in and disappear into the jungle. The rendezvous point is at the Silap Hot Spring. It's just to the...nevermind, I'll show you on a map en route. Anyone who 'survives' the encounter will meet you there. Yetzer cannot travel far from the temple, no more than kilometer from his altar in any direction, otherwise his scales will turn to gold once more and he'll be trapped. He wants to protect the relic and won't risk that. Got it?"

Everyone nodded except Evan, who felt he was missing some crucial details. However, they all seemed confident enough and Serenna assured him she'd explain what she could en route. The chanted twice for posterity, and headed out across the draw bridge, taking their first steps into The Wilds.

Evan's heart was aflutter as he felt his talon dig into the soft soil of the highlands for the first time. Not only was this a huge step for him, but he had a crew to back him up and help him along the way! Part of him actually thought he might be comfortable enough to actually try and to get the relic!

His initial thoughts were that he just wanted to feed himself to someone, to see what happened and enjoy his fantasy after so long. But now, having met and partied up with such a lovely group of like-minded folks, he was already internally planning his next visit. If he won the quest and was able to bring the gemstone relic back to The Manor by nightfall, then he and his entire party got a season's pass to visit any time. That was a big deal.

The Wilds had a nicely compressed layout. To the far northwest of the property was The Manor, with the Urto Highway along the western edge. From there, the highlands went from there to the southeast, leading into the valley between the north and south peaks. The north peak was a mixed boreal forest, with conifers and different trees, often blanketed in snow at the higher altitudes. The south peak was where they were headed, as that region was the jungle or rainforest, with a golden temple and tribal village surrounding it.

Yetzer the serpent god was in that temple, so the party had from the Manor to the rainforest to discuss further tactics. The walk took a solid hour and a half, though, far longer than Evan expected. The Wilds were far larger than the map made it look.

Serenna did as promised by showing Evan on said map where the post-battle meet-up point was to be. It was as explained, a series of hot springs at the foot of the mountain directly southeast of the plateau. In fact, that entire quadrant of the mountain was a series of hot springs and waterfalls, with the hot steamy water from each spring falling into another. Beautiful, but also humid as can be. Ithilwen explained that the moisture helped with the vore potions, making prey more slimy and easier to gulp.

Part of that went a long way towards making Evan squirm, but he tried to hide it. He was not successful, but nobody teased him for it. While it was not spoken aloud, it was clear everyone else was just as aroused at the thought as he. This was a safe place for him to be himself. So much so that he nearly considered sparking up conversation about his preferences in preds. He didn't, but almost.

While on the way to the temple area, Ithilwen and Serenna shared a bit of the internal lore that was supposed to be part of the adventure. As the legend went, Yetzer was an insatiable serpent god, one that would seek out villagers and swallow them whole, holding them all inside to see how many he could take at a time. Each season, he would attempt a new record and did this until there were no more villagers to ingest. Learning this, the villagers put a curse on him, encapsulating him in gold for his greed and insatiable hunger.

Now, his body remains coiled around the altar to him, held in place by the gemstone, a relic that had the ability to keep him enshrined. Problem was, any agitation into his realm would disrupt the magic and release him from his binds. So, entering the temple to get the gem that was the goal of the quest was what activated him, triggering his aggression.

This was all in the weekly pamphlet that encouraged Evan to accept the call of adventure, but it rarely came up in the actual quest. A shame, because had he gone in blind that might have heavily altered his perception of the whole game.

Weyland was sure to let Evan know that, while it was a game and that there was no danger - things Evan already knew - true skill was still required to succeed. Few made it out of the quest 'alive', in that they got swallowed and held until nightfall. So far, only three adventurers had managed to even snatch the gemstone before being caught and swallowed, with only one of them actually making it out and redeeming the relic for a prize.

Hundreds had tried. Yetzer was ravenous and swift, which was why it was so important for them to strategize and fulfill roles. Damian took a moment to make it clear to Evan that had the kobold rode into battle, it would be over within seconds. Not only was that not what anyone wanted, but that wasn't as fun as putting up a fight.

Evan wasn't sure about that. Upon reflection he came to realize that he actually wasn't all that sure what kind of prey he'd be, willing or not. Honestly, he just expected whoever found him would just toss him up and have him land in their gullet, gulped down and snuggled by throat flesh. But, as time went on and he got to know the other party members a bit more, it became increasingly clear that the struggle was half the fun, that everyone in The Vore House's Wilds was friendly and wanted the same thing. Nobody was cruel, everyone was just having fun with roles to fulfill.

This assurance gave him the confidence to do as planned, scouting ahead through the thick foliage of the jungles, parting ways with the rest of the party once they got near the temple.

As elaborated on the trek towards the region, everyone else was going to storm the front entrance of the temple while Evan was going to sneak around the side, slipping in one of the second-level entrances that required a bit of climbing on his part. This was both smart and dangerous, as the archways he was to slip in through were big enough to let Yetzer through even with a belly full of prey.

Climbing the temple was easy. Many of the golden bricks had little nubs on them or slats in between them, almost like this was planned. Of course, this did in fact make Evan worried that this was a trap, but he still did as commanded. Worst case scenario, he got captured and was snake food. Considering that was his plan prior to partying up, he didn't see that as a loss.

Just as he got to the second level of the temple, right where the arches that let in the light were, he stopped. If he set a single foot past those arches, it could disrupt the serpent's slumber and wake him, triggering the attack before the rest of the party was ready. Instead, he crouched down and surveyed the situation, taking in the layout of the temple. The map showed what it looked like on the outside, not what it looked like inside.

The temple itself was one big open room, a ballroom with balconies on the second floor. The bottom floor was sealed off except one double gate at one end and what appeared to be a hidden passage behind the altar on the other side. The altar itself was against the back wall, right near where Evan was peeking in from the second floor's openings.

The shrine of the serpent god looked like a sarcophagus with two snake-like vines arching over it, in the middle where the snake vines met, a gemstone was balancing precariously in between the cobra's fangs. Everything was made of gold and bronze and copper, lots of shimmering browns and yellows. The gemstone looked to be about the size of both of Evan's fists, wrist to wrist.

The main attraction was Yetzer himself, a gigantic serpent coiled in an infinity pose, an eight on its side with his mouth and tail meeting in the middle. His entire body was massive, at least twenty meters long and a meter thick, draped over the stepped internal ridges of the back wall. Perfect for Evan to leap down one step at a time once Yetzer was awake and protecting his gemstone stash.

But then, everything went wrong. Just as Evan was leaning in to better get a plan for where and how he was going to leap down off the balcony and reach the main floor and then hop back up the other side with the gem, each and every scale on Yetzer's massive body cracked and crumbled, his serpentine body jerking out of the golden confines that held him.

Had Evan triggered this? At first he thought he'd failed the party, but then he saw that it was actually spike who had done so. Evan hadn't crossed the threshold yet. He was not the problem. No, spike was in the middle of the temple's main hall, slowly taking off his armor as he walked up towards the altar. The others came up behind him, shouting about how he was messing everything up.

That was when Yetzer came to life, bursting out of the golden prison and slamming out in every direction, the shell that was once around him turning to dust and smoke before hitting the ground. His tail and head lashed from side to side, his massive form coiling menacingly around the sarcophagus while his tail poked out one of the arches nearest Evan.

The kobold rolled to the side, avoiding the sweeping tail before hopping up, kicking off the wall of the temple, and landing at the archway nearest the back of the room. He was very careful to not touch the serpent's scales for fear of alerting Yetzer to his presence. Once there, he wedged himself between a pillar and the wall, eye barely peeking into the temple to see what was happening and best time his entrance.

Evan couldn't quite make out what was happening, but it appeared as though Spike had deliberately gone in early to trigger the attack, knowing full well he wasn't going to succeed. He was half nude and exposed to Yetzer when the snake struck, biting down on him with one chomp to pull him right out of his armour leggings upon tossing him up.

Yetzer threw his head back and gaped open his snake maw, the soft flesh of his gullet offering no resistance as the nude dragon literally dove into him. With one gulp, spike was but a tiny bulge in Yetzer's hungry throat, passing down past every ventral scale. Mere seconds later, Yetzer then turned his attention to the remaining four adventurers.

Ithilwen immediately triggered magic while Serenna did the same. Ithilwen's brand had a series of vines burst in through the archways, plugging all of them up but two, the one that Evan was at and the one opposite him that would be his exit. She then took a staff, nocked it like it was an arrow, and shot it directly at Yetzer's face. It exploded in a flash of light, stunning everyone including Evan.

He covered his eyes with his forearm, shielding himself from the blast of light. Problem was, snakes don't rely on their vision; instead, they use heat detection and their tongues. So, while Serenna and Ithilwen were recovering from the light blast and both Weyland and Damian were shooting aimlessly from beyond Evan's sight, Yetzer made quick work of both of them.

His tail pulled out of the archway to wrap around Serenna, winding her up so that she was smothered in his constricting form. A glow from her ear tufts enveloped her in a thin layer of magical mist, presumably activating the anti-constriction spell. That worked well enough to keep her from being squeezed too tight, but it didn't also magically stop her from being swallowed; Yetzer did the same to her, snatching her up between his massive jaws while turning to Ithilwen.

With Serenna's legs still hanging out the serpent's maw, Yetzer struck at Ithilwen and snatched her up, too, stacking up the two meals and gulping them down in quick succession. Thick gooey strands of snake drool trickled out the end of his maw only to be sucked back in when he flicked his wrist. Damian and Weyland were still shooting arrows and magic lances while running side to side, providing as much of a distraction as they could.

This was Evan's opportunity. The moment Yetzer's form pushed off the back wall and slithered away from the altar to give chase to Weyland and Damian, he leapt in the archway, hopped over the side of the balcony, and did a few well-controlled leaps down each of the ornate steps towards the sarcophagus, where the gemstone began to glow and hum in his presence.

The humming drew Yetzer's attention. The giant serpent whipped his head around to stare directly at Evan, the bulge in his throat comprised of the struggling pair of Ithilwen and Serenna shifting against the glow of the sun that streamed in through the arches. He flicked his tongue, then slowly slithered up to Evan, getting closer by the second.

Evan froze, not sure what to do. His hands were outstretched, cradling the gemstone and about to pull it out from between the ornate cobra fangs. It wasn't until he saw Weyland make a move and burst from behind a pillar to attack the snake that Yetzer got distracted.

When Yetzer turned and slammed his back end down on Weyland, the human just disappeared as the serpent's cloaca gaped open and consumed him in one gulp. This left only his feet sticking out while Damian watched on in horror. This offered only the faintest of distractions, but it was enough for the swift kobold to snatch the gemstone and leap up the platforms to roll onto the second floor balcony.

There was only one archway still open on that side, the others had all been sealed with a webbed net of vines as summoned by Ithilwen. Just as he dove out the opening, Yetzer's fluid-soaked tail whipped out with him, tripping him in midair and tossing him over the side of the temple wall.

Time slowed for Evan, who reached out for the gemstone with both hands, body tumbling through the air and twisting to avoid the grip of snake tail around his ankles. He saw Weyland's feet sticking out of Yetzer's cloaca, the snake's tail acting like a vine or tentacle in its attempt to grab and coil Evan before he and the gemstone rebounded off the side of the temple. He managed to grab it, pulling it in close to his chest to protect it with his body.

But then, just as Evan grabbed the gemstone, a shadow was cast over him and a winged figure swooped down, snatching him and the gemstone out of the sky and flying them both up far away from the canopy of trees that lined the jungle region of The Wilds. As the thick black talons of this creature wrapped around him, they flew higher and higher, Yetzer bursting from the temple and hissing loudly at them in defiance.

Evan lacked the wherewithal to comprehend what had happened; he was just curled in a ball, his body and tail wrapped around the gemstone while some avian had their claws around him. He couldn't make out any of the features of this creature, as they were blotted out by the sun, leaving them little more than a winged silhouette.

Higher and higher they went until the avian did a single swoop around the highest peak of the jungle region, dropping Evan to let him roll to his feet and end up flat on his belly, the gemstone bouncing in the grass next to him.

As he reached out for it, a big black talon stepped between him and the gemstone, digging into the dirt. Groggy, he angled himself to get a better look at what had captured him. It was a gryphon, one of black and white, accented by brown around their neck plumage. He recognized this gryphon but couldn't put a name to it.

"You have something I want." The gryphon spoke to him, voice deep yet feminine. As she stood tall over the kobold, their tail curled around their side like a snake about to strike, the plumed tip parting into three fleshy maws, each one a gooey petal of hunger. "I hope you don't mind it if I take it."

Evan just rolled over and scuttled away, his tail attempting to curl around the gemstone and roll it backwards with him. It was a bit more sneaky than he was used to being in such a position. Normally he was the type to take the path of least resistance, not the one who would slyly try to trick someone. Perhaps it was the roleplay that was taking over; part of him was being defiant and confident because he'd managed to do so much with sneaking the gemstone away from Yetzer while the others got caught and eaten one by one.

But the gryphon was not having it. She grabbed the gemstone by wrapping her powerful talon over its rounded edges, claw tips clicking on its surface. She then raised it up, where her tail wrapped its three jaws around her talon to suck it up, a distinct bulge passing through her tail's length while leaving her talon soaked in a lightly-tinged pink saliva. "Oh, I don't think you'll be taking this gem, not while I'm here. You only got it so far, but it will be me that takes it in for the prize." She leaned in closer, stepping over top of him with her tail still hovering over her shoulder, its gullet leaking saliva onto his chest. "Unless you can think of some way to beg me for it."

His heart was racing, his entire body frozen in place while his heart beat in his throat. He couldn't think of much, at least not in the context of the adventure he was on. He just gulped and averted his eyes from her intense sky-blue gaze.

"Okay then, well maybe not. But I did rescue you from that serpent. No reason we can't share the riches, what do you say?" Still no answer, so she dug her claw into the ground next to his head, her face blotting out the sun so that all he could see was the colourful glint of her eyes piercing the black of the silhouette. "Perhaps we could come to an accord, but I'll have to demand something from you."

Evan mustered the courage to speak, his voice somewhat tense and wavering. "W-what sort of thing could I offer you? You already have the gemstone."

She grinned at him, beak agape. As she did so, the bulge in her tail shifted towards the open maw, resulting in the gemstone coming to rest between the three jaws, catching the light and illuminating the tail-maw's gullet. She was sure to lower her tail tip so it was within his grasp. When he reached out to try to grab it, all three jaws closed on his forearm like a trap, sucking him in as he wrapped his fingers around the gemstone. The suction and muscular contractions of her tail's throat managed to tug him all the way to the shoulder, soaking him right through his armour and onto his neck while its clenching stole the gem from his grasp.

He whimpered a bit as he felt it leave his palm, then whimpered more as the tail's gullet slid off his arm like a sleeve. This left him soaked on his entire side, a bridge of pinkish saliva connecting his finger tips to the rows of sharp snake-like teeth buried in the gums that divided the supple maw flesh.

The gryphoness suggested something sultry. "A kiss. Just a small little kiss, of thanks to your saviour, Ceylon. That's me, I'm Ceylon." For a brisk moment, the illusion was broken as the gryphon confirmed who she was. A little break in character, but one she mended immediately by pinning Evan to the ground. "What do you say?"

"I confess, I don't think I have much of a say in the matter." Evan admitted, blushing a bit and pressing his hands together over her ankle, this smeared the tail maw's saliva all over both of them, something that made him blush even more as it soaked through his chest piece and onto his scales.

She grinned. "Oh, you do, if you say no, I simply fly away take the reward for the gemstone, and you are left with nothing." She leaned in real close to whisper in his ear, something out of character in a manner of speaking, "And you'll both miss out on getting slurped up and miss out on getting the prize. You'll go home with nothing, at least not from Yetzer or me." She then leaned back, standing tall over him. "But I rescued you from that snake, so I believe you owe me."

This was peculiar to Evan, who wasn't sure if he liked her blurring the lines between reality and the adventure they were roleplaying. Yet, somehow, she knew exactly how to tap into his desires. In his mind, leading up to this little band of warriors, he was happy on either end of the spectrum. A season pass of potential fun or one guaranteed act of fun in the event he lost. Missing out on both was the sort of thing he dreaded and it was a little disheartening that she wanted to take that from him.

It seemed Ceylon could tell she hit a nerve, so she broke character again to chirp at him. "Oh, dear, don't worry. Just go with it, it's fine. I'd not leave you without someone to enjoy you as a meal." She then shook her head to get back into character. "The choice is yours, my little kobold appetizer."

Still somewhat confused about how seriously Ceylon was taking her role, he decided to simply play along. He reached out, palms outstretched to cradle her beak. "Then allow me to give you the kiss you so desire! I shall make you feel loved and-" He was caught off guard as she stepped off him, her tail taking her beak's place. With him cradling both its lower jaws, his eyes grew wide and he gulped, a tingle of excitement flowing through him.

The tail maw pushed past his hands to wrap around his face, the two lower jaws cradling his chin from either side while the top slapped down between his eyes and fleshy ear-like horns. He could still see out from between the three petals as the fleshy and toothy jaws clenched down and began to suck on his face, drawing him in a bit deeper with each wave of muscular contractions.

He was so distracted by this that he barely even noticed the tugging and plucking around his body. Ceylon was methodically undoing the buckles and straps of his leathers and the various arms that he had hanging off his hips, tossing each one of the side to leave him naked. The tail jaws remained locked around his face, holding him there while sucking until the cheeks passed his eyes and his vision went dark, allowing him to focus and fixate on the physical sensations of the gullet that enveloped him.

Just as he was about to start pushing in, to help Ceylon take him in his entirety, he felt the rounded end of the gemstone against his snout, pushing against his lips only to be swallowed back up again. Ceylon was toying with Evan, gulping the gem back down and spitting it up again, teasing him by putting it within reach only to take it away. This left him wanting more, but was taken by surprise and out of the fantasy when he felt himself get flipped over, Ceylon's body stepping around over top of him as her tail pinned him to the ground.

Then, as he was convinced it was all over for this adventure, her tail peeled its sharp teeth away from his facial scales to pry away, leaving him to gasp at the open air, the light of the midday sun blinding him for a moment before his eyes adjusted. When he came to see once again, his vision was mostly obstructed by the rounded bulges of fur and flesh that were Ceylon's shapely rump, tail end and flank and meaty black-fleshed pussy hovering over him.

Evan was only just barely lucid enough to hear her tease him.

"You can't kiss a beak, darling, you gotta kiss lips." Then, before he could protest or - more likely - agree with her, she sat right down on his face with all her weight, rump cheeks passing by either of his cheeks while her silken and soaking wet vulva parted to swallow him up. The earthy yet tangy flavour of her depths forced its way between his lips and down his gullet as she wiggled her rump and pushed down upon him, gently rocking back and forth to stroke his snout.

He couldn't help but flail a bit, pinned under her weight as she used him for her pleasure. Her walls contracted and her clit winked, spewing her fluids down his chin and onto his chest while she continued to bounce up and down. One bounce had her pulling off a little too far, resulting in her lips making a smacking sound as they parted from his, touch between them ending before she angled her back and pressed her plump pucker against his face, her flesh once again parting to smother him.

Once more, she rocked back and forth, her jet-black donut filling his vision and even going so far as to dilate and envelop him beyond his eyes. For a brisk moment before her rim took his sight, he could see the bright red of her rippled insides as they pulsated and seemed to reach out to take him.

He did his best to open his maw, to probe her depths with his tongue. If he was going to be giving her a kiss, he'd be doing so in the most passionate way possible. Not only that, he found the wherewithal to wrap his hands around her haunches, cradling her hips and leaning into her as best he could in order to offer a deep smooch that he'd give a lover. His tongue, his lips, and his entire face got into it, leaning into Ceylon's flesh and shifting to better connect his lips with hers. Most importantly, his tongue probed her depths, curling past the first bend within her and tugging on her rippled walls.

She seemed to like this a lot, for the more he pushed back and the deeper he probed, the looser her bowels got and the farther down his snout her pucker extended. Before long, he could feel the softness of her rump flesh on the verge of bypassing the edge of his skull, he knew the moment that happened she'd be enveloping him to the neck and from there he wasn't sure if there was an escape.

Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on one's perspective - she pulled away just before her booty lurched downward on him, leaving her gaping in the absence of his snout. This lasted only a moment, as her walls collapsed and squeezed out more of that thick pink fluid that drooled out her rump and onto his face and chest. It was thick and viscous and tasted ever so faintly of strawberries. For a brisk moment, Evan internally joked that her plump flesh reminded him of a chocolate covered strawberry, due to its bright red color, glistening sheen, and the darkness that enveloped it.

"Not good enough." Ceylon said as she got up off him, stepping away so that the bridge of fluids and saliva that connected them broke and ended up leaving a web in the grass between them. "You're going to have to do a whole lot better than that if you want to get your gemstone back." She then flopped down on her side, glancing down over her shoulder at him while her wings fluttered and her tail maw propped itself up like a snake about to strike.

Evan knew what needed to be done, and he was more than happy to appease. "I'll do what I can, I hope it's enough." He crawled over to her and leaned into her haunches, tail up and member slowly emerging from its depths to smear his own fluid all over the grass. He gripped her hindquarters with both hands and leaned into her lips, eyes closed and muzzle eagerly rocking back and forth to better satisfy her with the deepest, most passionate kiss he could muster from that angle.

He reached around her rump cheek and parted her lips from there, exposing the depth of her cherry-pink insides which gaped open to reveal just how large she was inside. Her walls released a thick, almost slimy steam that coated his face and left him blushing, her equine clit winking while collapsing her walls and squeezing out bits of fluid all over the side of her lower haunch. Fluid which he licked up and smeared all over his face to better smother her with his lips.

Eager, he leaned in again, this time pressing his muzzle against her soft, pillowy walls and parting her flesh with all his might. He dug his feet into the ground for extra leverage while he prodded and rotated and even took a few moments to open his muzzle and suckle her big, meaty clit.

She seemed to like it because before long a deep rumbling reverberated through her body, a big-cat purr emanating from deep within her chest and vibrating her pussy flesh against his muzzle. She threw her head down, rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and folded up her talons on her chest to lose herself in Evan's attempt to please her. The gryphoness got so into it that she started bucking into his face, her tender and malleable lips sucking him up with ease.

Evan, ever the one to want to please, brought his hands up to her inner thighs and began kneading right where her legs met her torso, parting her lips even when he pulled away from them to leave her gaping and winking shut. Each and every wink came with her depths collapsing with an audible squelch and a series of light spurts of her accumulated mess, all of which he happily smeared all over himself and her with his muzzle.

Not sure he was fully satisfying her, he slipped both hands into her, one between her velvety pussy lips and the other right into her plump pucker. Both hands disappeared into her depths with little to no resistance aside from the subtle friction that accompanied his digits passing by her silky, rippled walls and the tiny bit of tugging that came as his un-lubed forearms dilated her openings. But, just like the rest of her so far, her body adjusted quickly and relaxed, happily taking him with ease. So much so that he could feel his hands through the thick wall of flesh that separated her rump and pussy. He even paused to try to clap his palms together inside her, a motion that made her depths spurt and sputter.

During all this, he was utterly focused on pleasing her. If he wanted that gemstone - or to just spend more time with her - he had to earn it. He pumped his fists into her, alternating between holes, each one all the way to the elbow and sometimes a bit deeper. He wanted to satisfy her like a gryphon drake would, he knew his cock - while fine for a kobold - was nowhere near the size needed to please Ceylon on its own. On the other side of the coin, this was The Vore House and she had other ways of getting what she wanted or taking what she needed to satisfy herself.

In spite of Evan knowing this in the back of his head, he still wasn't quite ready when she decided to take from him what he wasn't quite able to offer on his own. While he was elbow deep in both holes, much of his weight leaning into her, the gryphon's tail maw wrapped around his tail and started to swallow him from the back end first.

He did pause to glance back, but the sensation of its gullet sucking and tugging on his scales was quite pleasant, sensual enough to remind him of good oral. Sex or vore, both were similar in terms of mouth feel, and her tail maw sucking his tail felt the same. He barely even noticed that, as the petals were pulsating and extending in a distinct rhythm, she was swallowing him in the same manner of a snake's consumption. Each maw extended forward, latched on with the four rows of subtle, needlepoint teeth, then relax as the next jaw did the same, muscles extending and serpentine length of tail pushing down. Evan didn't catch onto this until he felt the lips of two of the jaw-petals sidling up on either side of his cock slit.

The kobold was nuzzling and licking and sucking Ceylon's flesh, pumping his fists into her and tickling her inner folds when the tail maw made its strongest and most surprising move, latching on around his lower end with one petal lining his spine and the other two nestled up between his inner thighs and slit. The entirety of his tail was lost in the tail-maw's stretchy gullet. At the very tip he could feel the gemstone rolling around, teasing him all the while. As this happened, he was just at the apex of sucking her clit and passing his muzzle down her slit, the arm in her pussy almost shoulder deep.

He barely had enough time to look back and see what was happening, his muzzle was already half buried in the same hole he was half lost in, barely enough time before her tail suddenly tensed up and pushed! With one powerful motion, he felt his snout press tightly against her pussy lips, forcing him in as her flesh distended to swallow him up. The shape of his skull, his ears, and the fact that his hand was pushing forward against her insides ensured that there was little to no resistance ramming him in beyond the shoulders.

In one powerful lurch assisted by Ceylon's lustful pushing from both ends, Evan found himself swallowed up by gryphon pussy all the way to his midsection, where the lips of her tail tip met the lips of her vulva. His cock was hard as could be, and the angling of her thrust left him with his member's shaft resting heavily between her meaty clit and the folds of her velvety lips. He couldn't help but grind into her, blushing heavily as her walls squeezed tightly around him, smothering and smearing her fluids against his every scale and feature.

Inside her, he had little room to move and even felt his fingertips curled around the end of her vaginal canal, thumb prodding her lightly gaped cervix. He couldn't see anything but it was hard to not imagine the bright red cavern of flesh that entombed him. As he pushed down on her posterior wall, he felt her booty push his other hand out of her bowels, allowing him to forcefully tug it in past her opening alongside his lower half.

With his legs still outside of her and his tail lost within hers, Evan was now almost completely inside the gryphon from two ends. His entire upper body from snout tip to hips was inside her swollen, pulsating pussy while he did all he could to continue to kiss her. Sure, she'd swallowed most of him, but he promised her a kiss and kept nuzzling into her walls, caressing her inner folds with his tongue as he did so. Every time he shifted his head or angled his shoulders to get comfortable, every muscle that was wrapped tightly around him constricted and every fold of her flesh squeezed tight.

Kobolds could hold their breath for long periods of time, but after a few minutes of impassioned nuzzling and kissing and sucking from both ends - her tail and pussy both tugging on him from their respective directions - he noticed he couldn't hold it much longer. Normally he could, but his heart was pounding and every scale on his body was throbbing with desire, overwhelmed with sensation. The adrenaline and pleasure that coursed through him quickly drained his stores of air.

Just as he was about to panic gasp inside her, her tail bit down on his loins and pulled him out with an easy tug followed by a guttural squelch as her gaping pussy sealed itself up, leaving his entire upper body soaked in pussy juice and his chest heaving the moment he was able to take in some air.

In reality, he knew that he wasn't in danger. That pink fluid her body was secreting was breathable and was a huge part of why the Vore Potions were so fun and effective, it ensured all forms of vore (endo, to be more specific) were safe. He knew he'd be fine sucking it in and letting the fluid fill him, but he'd still never actually done it and thus was a little nervous to do so for the first time.

He was about to thank her with a heavy gasp, but she used her tail and its grip on his midsection to force him into a sitting position while she stood over him, pouty pussy lips and lightly gaping passage hungrily drooling for him.

His eyes went wide as he watched her sit right down on top of his head, her flesh relaxing and dilating to slide over his form all the way to his waist, every bit of her weigh pressed down on him. Between his tail being lost within hers and his entire upper body being used as a dildo to her as she sat down upon him, the only part of him that remained exposed was his legs, which were in a kneeling position underneath her, his cock still just outside of her flesh and grinding against her winking clit.

She wiggled, she clenched, she gently pulled up off him, and she began to slowly bounce atop the kobold's form, using him like a toy. Ceylon was eager to get all she could out of him, which was why she didn't let up or relax the more she stroked his entire body with her pussy walls.

Evan quickly lost himself to the sensations of her rippled flesh passing over him, each full-bodied stroke tugging on his scales and tickling his flesh from snout to groin. He knew better than to move, to adjust his angle or body position; she was being quite intense, slamming her hips down repeatedly with little to no room for pause or carefulness. Had he moved, he could have ended up throwing her off and having her heft pushed down on him from an angle he couldn't stop.

So, knowing just how lost she was coming with each and every bounce, he stiffened up and did his best to stay still. Fortunately for him, Ceylon was quite good at keeping a rhythm and a pace, one that ensured he was never left waiting for another stroke from her flesh. Only once her walls began to quiver and shudder and pulsate around him did she slow down a bit, deliberately pausing at the bottom of every bounce. She'd push down hard on him, hold position while wiggling gently and applying a bit more pressure, then pull back off while alternating clenching and relaxing of her pelvic muscles. She would bounce a handful of times, then pause to grind on him and clench as tight as she could before returning to a few more bounces.

As time went on, Evan found himself completely lost within her. He didn't even notice that, after the first few rounds of pauses, that he'd instinctively inhaled her fluids and was now comfortably breathing it in. In addition to that, he even started to feel a weird hypersensitive tingly sensation throughout his body. The same subtle, sleek pleasure that teased his cock when enjoying himself seemed to permeate his body from the tip of his tail to the end of his snout and everywhere in between. Well, at least everywhere that was getting caressed by Ceylon's flesh.

She kept bouncing, she kept clenching, she kept pausing to grind and to gyrate on him. The fluid and the friction between them continued to intensify right up until Evan got the confidence to lean into her and raise himself off the ground a bit, stretching out his legs from a kneeling position. At first he just got slammed back down into a sitting position, but once Ceylon caught onto what he was doing, she adjusted her angle and shuffled in place, better handling his new, raised stance.

The next batch of bouncing ended with her scooting forward and grinding down even harder, this time her plump pussy lips slid over his hips with a lurch that swallowed him right down to the knees. Her clit winked and her depths constricted in a way that brought his thighs in together and nearly made him lose his balance if not for her grip on his entire torso, that same grip pinning his cock to his belly and grinding her flesh against it to almost instantly bring him to climax. He could feel his snout touch her cervix, that slightly firmer ring of flesh that led to her womb. With her now completely entombing him from snout to knees, she offered only a few shallow thrusts that ensured his cock never left her flesh or got exposed to the relatively cool air of the mountaintop where they were playing.

Had his entire body not felt the same way, he'd have burst right there on his chest, filling what little space was between his scales and her internal ripples. However, that was when everything around him tumbled in place. Ceylon rolled over with him still inside her, legs up and spread while her tail gripped his loins and tail even harder, preparing to grip him fully.

Evan barely moved, he remained in the same position on his knees, only Ceylon rolled around him, her pussy walls clenching hard as they twisted around him and got into a whole new position. Once it was all said and done, he was leaning forward, his body laying belly down along her posterior wall as his snout was wrenched backwards and up into her womb.

Fortunately, she could tell this must have been slightly uncomfortable and twisted him around, doubling up on the sensation of her walls warping around him. Once he was left belly up, inside her who was also belly up, he was comfortable with her cervix wrapped around his muzzle even though his legs - the only thing of him not enveloped in gryphon flesh - could only flail in the air. There, she started to tug and push, both talons grabbing his thighs while her tail bit down and helped out.

She thrust him into her, again like a toy of some sort to be used for her pleasure first and foremost. He was thankful that she wasn't pulling him out entirely, only offering shallow thrusts that ensured his muzzle never left the comforting pillow that was the entrance to her womb. But then, as he was revelling in the full-bodied pleasure that her walls bestowed upon him with every thrust and clench, he felt the smooth edge of the gemstone in her womb, teasing his lips. This woke him from his partially lucid state, encouraging him to shift inside her, struggling to find the strength and room to bring his arms up ahead of him to dilate her cervix.

Shifting his weight and bringing his palms up between his torso and her walls was stunningly challenging, as she kept clenching and shaking around him, her pleasure forcing her walls to constrict and relax in an erratic pattern. Every time she relaxed he could jerk his hands up a little bit farther, but every time she squeezed he found no leeway to move. Eventually he was able to fold his arms up against his chest with his palms wrapped around her cervix right up against his chin. This gave him three points to dilate her, so he did all he could to spread her open and fist her womb.

This deep in her vaginal canal, she didn't have quite as much muscle control as near her opening. This meant he could freely widen his stance, grind his elbows against her walls with less resistance, and could bob his head in and out of her womb to loosen it up. Of course, her hands kept offering shallow thrusts while gripped to his thighs and her tail did the same, but those thrusts were growing intensely erratic. It was clear she was on the verge of orgasm, maybe her hundredth by now. It was hard to tell when inside and the walls kept clenching around him with twitchy, erratic consistency.

Of course, right as he manage to slip both of his arms ahead of him in a diving position, his hands wrapped around the gemstone in her womb, her muscles clenched and pushed him in with the help of her talons and tail maw. All at once, his body lurched forward, face passing through cervix and legs disappearing into her pussy. His tail got spat out by Ceylon's tail maw and slurped up by her canal as Evan curled up inside her, every bit of him passing through the cervix and tingling with that full-bodied pleasure that had overcome him ever since he started inhaling her fluids.

All around him, the walls collapsed, filling in every hole between limbs and secreting a tonne of fluid that filled in the gaps and the wrinkles that the flesh couldn't envelop. Evan was curled up in a ball, tail between his legs and cradling his head inside her, his entire body wrapped around the gemstone he'd spent so much time and effort trying to seize.

He'd somehow managed to win in both aspects. He got to fill someone up, got to cuddle in some soft flesh, and got the gemstone. Now he just needed to figure out what it was he was going to do to escape Ceylon with the gemstone. He should have been wondering how the gem got in her womb when it was the gryphon's tail that swallowed it, but he was falling into a semi-lucid state again, on the cusp of dreaming but still alert enough to be aware of the gushing sounds of blood flowing and belly churning nearby. He was kept awake by the subtle throbbing of her heart and the pulsating of her orgasmic delight by his feet.

Evan was so out of it that he hardly noticed that everything around him was shifting and he found himself dreaming of Ceylon. Like he was feeling the world from her perspective. In his dream, he was Ceylon as she rolled to her feet and shook herself off, clit winking and bowels quivering in the post-vore delight that only a majestic creature such as herself could.

Little did he know, this was actually what Ceylon was doing. He wasn't just dreaming, but the connection of his scales with her flesh mixed with the glowing of the gemstone he held actually linked them, allowing him to feel what she felt and see what she saw while she was able to do the same to him. A psychic link that, at least for the duration of his stay within her womb, made them one and the same. The first thing he noticed was the tingling in his loins that came with having unbirthed himself.

He had no idea that's what it felt like, and the mutual pleasure between them made Ceylon collapse onto her belly, wings spread and gaping tail maw drooling all over the ground. The added pressure around him woke him from his slumber but didn't break the link.

Evan couldn't speak, but within mere minutes of having descended to a mental place of lucid dream-linking, he was able to better identify and empathize with her. Little did he know that Ceylon was nowhere near done with him and there was still a lot of the day left for him inside her.

Everything got very strange for Evan, very quickly. As Ceylon's walls smothered him and her fluids soaked his scales, he felt his body dissipating into nothing. For a brisk moment he feared she was absorbing him, but the moment he moved to protest he could feel that, no, he was still completely solid. He could wiggle his fingers against her flesh and between her folds that made up her womb's walls, he could wriggle in place and flick his tail tip without any sense of restriction. Yet, as soon as he stopped moving again he felt like he was expanding into the creature that entombed him.

He felt ethereal, like he lacked a physical form. He stopped breathing, he stopped moving, and he opted to simply float within Ceylon's depths. At least that's how it felt. In reality, he was still breathing, only he was inhaling the thin, silken fluids of her womb. Fluids that were just thick enough to permeate his form from the inside out. His inhalations were slow and deliberate, so slow that he barely noticed them, hence why he felt like he and everything around him had dissolved into the aether.

It took a few moments for him to relax. He would calm down and feel weird only to move and twitch in place, kneading the soft pillowy mounds of flesh that held him in place. This reaffirmed he was still solid, but that sensation would only last until he relaxed for more than a few seconds. He knew he lost the fight, and that he'd not be returning back to the manor with the gemstone. He accepted defeat, which meant he could also accept whatever it was that Ceylon was doing to him.

The Vore House was a safe experience to all, be they predator or prey. So his concerns about being turned to gryphon flesh were unfounded. Knowing that, and with the last lucid thought that crossed his mind before he relinquished himself to her, Evan was able to give himself to Ceylon.

But then things kept getting strange for him. Despite being squeezed in tightly within a gryphon womb with little to no wiggle room, he felt like he was floating in an ocean of vaginal slime and flesh. He could feel the touch of the womb's walls rubbing his scales but it felt less like a constricting squeeze and more like a light wispy caress. Like a feather coursing over his arms and his tail and his muzzle.

And the more he relaxed, the less restrained he felt. Despite being curled up in a ball in Ceylon's womb, he felt like he was hovering overhead of the clearing, looking down at the Vore House Wilds in all directions. Everything was crystal clear, he could see the temple poking out of the jungle region and the skyscrapers lining the skyline near the entrance. He could see the snowy peak to the north and the vast expanse of the tropical lake to the east.

And it was then that he realized this wasn't just his mind conjuring fantasies before descending into sleep. No, this was far to crisp and far too clear to be a dream. And furthermore, things looked far more intense and bright to be of his own vision. It wasn't until a black talon obscured his view that he came to realize just what had happened. He was seeing the world through Ceylon's eyes.

"Is this supposed to happen?" He thought to himself, his mental words echoing throughout.

Ceylon's voice spoke back to him. "Sometimes. Enjoy the ride."

Evan was shocked, but even more surprised to realize that in spite of how weird everything felt to him he was in fact mentally linked with Ceylon. A psychic bond had formed, one that had linked more than just the sense of sight. The more Evan relaxed his mind, the more he realized he could actually feel and hear and see and smell everything Ceylon was. All of their senses were entwined, effectively merging into one creature.

He could feel the pressure in her abdomen, his own body pressing out against her womb walls. Just like she felt him, he also felt him. So when he squirmed in place he could feel in his own lower belly the same pressure and silken friction she felt. Likewise, she could feel the encapsulating pleasure of her own womb smothering him. She could feel everything he felt and he could feel everything she felt, a cyclical sensation that was overwhelming for both of them.

So much so that when Ceylon tried to get to all fours and take a step, she simply collapsed onto her chest with her rump up and legs spread, tail flopped over her backside to expose her soaked lips. She felt smothered, ensnared like she was swallowed up by a snake. Despite being free with a kobold heavy in her womb, she felt as bound as he, making it difficult to move or fly.

Instead of doing that, she rolled onto her back and brought all four of her legs up onto her chest, folded in place. She looked down at her own belly and pawed at it, noting that in spite of her being pregnant with an unbirthed Evan, she barely had a bulge at all. In fact, she barely even looked gravid. Her belly, once lightly swollen and plump now was firm and round but not much bigger. Her lower abdomen looked like she'd just had a big meal or had gotten a chubby gut.

She kneaded her flesh, pressing her abdominal wall against her womb, applying extra pressure against Evan inside her. As her walls pushed into him, the sensation he felt against his cheek translated to Ceylon feeling the same warm and fleshy tingle against her beak. This made her very curious and excited so she did it again, only with a bit more pressure and with both of her black-fleshed talons.

Evan squirmed inside her, trying to find a better position. However, as he moved and slid his shoulders and tail against her insides, the sensation of that friction translated back to him and his loins tingled in delight from the inside out. His resulting shudder accentuated this even farther until he had no recourse but to completely stop moving in order to not over-stimulate himself.

Ceylon was a bit more used to this sort of thing. She was affected by the cyclical sensations shared by both of them, but this wasn't the first or only time she ever experienced such a thing. This was good, because just as she was about to pick up Evan's stuff and fly it back to the manor, she caught the image of something out the corner of her eye. It was a glint, reflecting off slick golden scales as a serpent slithered between the trees. She narrowed her gaze and widened her stance, belly tight around Evan as she prepared for a fight.

She was expecting Yetzer - those golden scales were by no means unique to him, yet he was the beast that had been pursuing the kobold prior to Ceylon's abduction of him - but realized that wasn't the case as he saw the patterns. He recognized this snake, and it made her relax a bit, ears up and wings loose upon her back. However, it became quickly apparent that this was not the right course of action.

The snake slipped out from between the trees and under a pair of bushes, their thick body displacing the soil and grass as they moved. Their tongue flicked and their slitted pupils dilated, widening to prepare for a strike. The sinew of their muscles underneath the scales flexed in waves, creating a shimmer down their body, hypnotizing Ceylon. With their prey distracted and her guard down, the snake's head hoisted up and their neck bent into a distinct striking shape.

"Leera!" Ceylon called out to her partner, identifying the golden brown scales as her mate. Leera typically had a scale pattern made up of a bright, almost cartoony green with red and blue patterns along her back, a bright yellow on her belly; that was why Ceylon didn't recognize her at first. It was uncommon for her to wear her more natural colours while at The Vore House, as the stylized brightness of the green and red and blue was sort of a branding or marketing tool. This was also what took Ceylon by surprise, as Leera was not here to chat. She was here on business.

Right as Ceylon was about to reach forward, having not identified her mate's strike pose - Leera bolted forth with all her might, lunging at the gryphon and biting down hard on her shoulder as Ceylon leapt in surprise. The massive snake caught Ceylon in midair and pulled her back down to the ground, having anchored herself to one of the trees with the base of her tail. With one powerful motion, she twisted around, coiling Ceylon and pinning the gryphon's wings tight to her flank before rolling over and ending up in a pile of scales and feathers in the middle of the clearing. As Ceylon struggled, Leera clenched just a little bit harder to ensure the gryphon had no room to move.

Through the constriction, Ceylon was able to speak, forcefully twisting her head so she could get a good look into Leera's intense eye. "H-hey! What's all this about?" She grunted, barely able to get out the words. Leera was not being gentle. This constriction was even more intense for Evan, who remained inside with Ceylon's womb squeezing him even tighter. The compounded sensations cycled back to Ceylon, nearly making the gryphon pass out in delight.

Fortunately, Leera knew she had won this bout and relaxed a bit, sure to keep a tight grip without actively constricting. "I think you know, Cey!" She flicked her tongue, slapping Ceylon's beak as she teased a snout-boop kiss only to pull back at the last second, avoiding contact. "You have something I want, and I'm not gonna let go until I squeeze it out of you." She gave a brisk, timely constriction when she said 'squeeze' for emphasis.

The pressure made Evan shift inside, the gemstone grinding against him between his flank and Ceylon's womb walls. Since his mind was linked to Ceylon's, he could hear everything Leera said. He grabbed the orb and curled around it, not willing to let it go.

Ceylon resisted Leera's constriction by tensing up all her muscles, spreading out her wings, and staring directly into Leera's eyes. She used a bit of magic to counter the serpent only to have her squeeze harder and break through the glowing barrier that the gryphon put between them. Defeated, Ceylon pecked Leera, trying to bite her on the neck only to have the far quicker snake pull back and out of range. Even more desperate, Ceylon then chomped down on Leera's nearest coil, biting hard enough it would have drawn blood had the vore potions not made them both impervious to puncture wounds.

"Ow! Hey! You're not playing fair!" Lerra whined, twisting and contorting her length to pry away from Ceylon's bite. "And cut it out with the magic, you're supposed to fly or something."

"How is that cheating? You're supposed to be on my side, not ambushing me on the mountaintop. Had I known you were a double-crossing stooge I'd not have let you strike me!" She pushed against Leera's coils in an attempt to get out of the snake's grasp, but found that Leera was not letting her go. In fact, the more she struggled, the tighter the serpent constricted. "You can cut out the guise, now, I think the adventure has hit its conclusion. It's over, the team lost!"

Leera's sultry form continued to hover and squeeze in waves as she flicked her tongue and gave a sinister grin. "Oh, you think so, do you? No, it's not over yet. Did you not read the details of the pamphlet? It's Yetzer and I vs the team, with no disqualifications. Yetzer's got the others all curled up nice and snug in his belly, but as long as you've got that Kobold in ya, and the gemstone as well, the game's still on. You're not on our side, you're a third party protecting the gemstone." She constricted again, this time with enough force and with just the right wavelike motions to make Evan shift inside the gryphon's womb, his tail rubbing against the inside of the cervix and nearly popping out.

The blood rushed to Ceylon's head and loins, equally paying mind to both ends of her body to keep her alert and aroused. Her insides were flowing with natural lubricant that sloshed Evan about, her walls tensing and relaxing to perfectly counter Leera's full-bodied constriction. She glared at her snake pred and grinned, her blue eyes glinting in the daylight as she once again tensed up, resisting Leera's constriction. "Fine, but don't think I'm going down without a fight if I'm part of this now."

"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way." Leera teased as she leaned in, tongue slapping Ceylon's beak. Only, instead of booping or constricting, she slowly gaped open her maw to fill Ceylon's vision with saliva-soaked gums and rows of sharp snake teeth, which she wrapped around the avian's face, blacking out the sun.

Ceylon paused to enjoy this, nuzzling into the soft mounds of flesh between Leera's gums, resting her bottom beak on the serpent's glottis and windpipe. She knew she was about to be snake food if she didn't think fast, so she squirmed and got one of her front talons free of constriction, then used her sharp claw to find Leera's weak point beneath her ear hole where her jaws met.

With a subtle tickle, Leera was forced to cough and hack, spitting Ceylon out with a cascade of accumulated belly juices and saliva. This brisk, quick moment of clarity offered Ceylon the chance to wriggle out of the coils and leap out of her reach while she was regaining her composure.

Ceylon vs Leera. Gryphon vs snake. The two squared off on either side of the clearing, staring each other down and prepared in battle stances. Then, after a light breeze passed through the clearing, they both lunged at one another, Ceylon pouncing with claws outstretched and Leera striking while anchored to a nearby tree! They clashed in midair, a swirl of scales and feathers and limbs twisting around and between them, resulting in snake and gryphon both rolling around atop the mountain clearing until Ceylon had somehow managed to pin the snake beneath her, parts of snake body pinned beneath each of the gryphon's four limbs. Five, if you include the tail maw that bit down.

"I think I win." Ceylon gloated, only to find that a wooziness was taking her over. The midair tussle between them had tossed Evan around inside her, a dizzying affair that had transferred from him to her due to their psychic link. He was snugly held in place, so every motion was felt just as intensely for him since he had no wiggle room.

Leera could sense this and twisted her entire body, each coil's torque slipping out from under Ceylon's paws and tail maw while also wrapping around each of Ceylon's ankles. It all happened so fast, Ceylon barely even noticed it before realizing she was once again trapped, coiled in a different way with Leera's head hovering at face level. She was so large compared to the gryphon, her body nearly as thick as the avian's even without considering just how much that flesh could stretch to swallow her prey or just low long she was from snout to tail tip.

"Think that all you want, babe, You still have to take the gemstone and the morsel holding it back to the Manor to claim your prize. Kind of hard to do that with the weight of a naga holding you down, and I won't fall for your tickle torture again." As she spoke, her very tail tip reverse-slithered its way up one of Ceylon's hind legs, the tip aiming for the gryphon's sopping wet and plump pussy lips.

Before Ceylon could respond or counter her, Leera jabbed her tail tip right between the plump equine lips, snaking its way through Ceylon's canal seeking out the cervical opening. The intensity of the powerful muscles tentacling their way deeper into her made Ceylon's eyes roll back and Evan shudder within her, the link between them ensuring both felt the pleasure of such satisfaction coursing through their bodies. This distraction was enough to let Leera force her way deeper, tail tip prodding at cervix and teasing it open as she slipped herself in deep enough to meet Evan inside.

Leera was not part of the psychic link between them, so she only felt gryphon flesh squeezing her tail tip as she concentrated on finding a limb to grab inside. Evan and Ceylon, however, were lost in one another, with Ceylon loving the sensation of a tail worming its way deep within her and Evan getting similar sensations while also focusing on trying to squirm around inside and evade the grasp of the snake's tail. In turn, his squirming put pressure on all the right spots within Ceylon's womb and back end of her vaginal canal, which in turn carried the pleasure back to Evan's lower abdomen.

Before long, Evan was just a shuddering, squirming mess of full-bodied pleasure while Ceylon had collapsed onto Leera's coils, lost in her own delight.

Of course, this distraction left both of them open for Leera to wrap her tail around Evan's ankle and pull him out with one guttural motion, leaving Ceylon gaping for only a moment before her walls collapsed in Evan's absence, forcing out the air and fluids in the process.

The moment that Evan and Ceylon lost physical contact with one another, Evan's outstretched hand caressing the walls of Ceylon's pussy lips on the way out, he suddenly felt the chill of the relatively cool air around him. The psychic link had been broken and that left him feeling hypersensitive, like he was feeling the gentle breeze for the first time. With his other senses breaking contact with Ceylon, it wasn't long at all before he regained his ability to hear and to see. What he saw, as he dangled in the air, held up by a snake tail around his ankle, was a gaping open snake maw ready to catch him.

Leera's tail let go, dropping him into the gaping gullet. He could see all the way down to the first bend in her body. He was ready, he had accepted that he'd 'lost' and that Leera had 'won'. But right before his eager snout came in contact with Leera's soft-looking gullet flesh, Ceylon tackled the snake out of the way, leaving Evan to end up landing on a pile of coils as the gryphon and snake head wrestled off to the side.

He still had the orb - now gooey and sopping wet with gryphon fluids - so he considered running away and hiding in the woods with one last attempt to return to the Manor. It was the best chance he had to win, to escape while the other two were fighting over him. It would have been the perfect escape of a dastardly rogue kobold. It would have been.

If he didn't end up landing only a half meter away from Leera's cloaca. A meaty, fleshy slit that was opened up and gasping for kobold flesh. The ventral scaled had peeled back, revealing plump, soft-looking inner flesh without any teeth or bitey contraptions. Just two small nubs on either side of the ventral scale. Twin hemi-clits. Snakes have two penises, so it stood to reason that the females had two clits. One on either side of the cloacal opening. Evan couldn't resist. He knew he should have. The opportunity was laid bare right in front of him.

Evan had no choice. Rather than leap away, he straddled Leera's tail base, head hovering over top of her opening, each palm on either of her clits as he squeezed gently. This seemed to get her attention, as she whipped her upper half around, knocking Ceylon over in the process before ending up hovering over top of him, drool leaking out the end of her mouth, drool she lapped up by flicking her tongue at him. He was excited but shuddering in fake fear, realizing he'd made the 'wrong' choice.

"Now, now. Why wouldn't you run? You could have..." She leaned in close before continuing. "You could have had it all, but you chose to stick around. You chose me."

He blinked as her body heaved and inflated with each breath, both unsure what to say.

That was when Ceylon leapt in and pounced Leera, deliberately missing and landing in a pile next to the pair of them, rolling over so she was on her side. "Alright, I think we can call it for now." She said with a hearty chuckle, her tail maw curling around and coiling Leera's tail in the process. "It's fair to say that this little kobold could have gotten away. But your cloacal pussy was just too enticing." She then reached over and started pulling on Leera's ventral scale, gaping her open while using her thumb to tease that side's clit.

Leera pulled back and nuzzled Ceylon, grinning happily. "Alright, alright. Yeah, I think we'll let this little guy win."

There was a brief moment of uncertainty as Evan didn't know what to do. He was blushing a bit, since from his perspective he was seeing both a gaping and hungry snake pussy as well as a meaty and equally hungry gryphon pussy. Both of which were giving him freedom to do whatever he wanted. So, out of instinct and because he was longing for that psychic link once more, he dove right into Ceylon, burying his snout between her lips, emulating a similar situation from before. Only this time, Leera was there, too. He had more choices, and both were happy to have him.

Right as Evan was half-buried back into Ceylon's rump, the gryphoness squirmed in place to squeeze her haunches and push him away. Not to insist he not be affectionate, but to make eye contact and let him know it was going to be alright. Over Ceylon's shoulder, Leera's head hovered and she kept a steady grin while flicking her tongue. Both were being affectionate, with Evan laying upon her coils.

"So what do we do now?" Even asked, pausing to cough on some fluid that had trickled down his throat and was still being evicted from his lungs. While he wasn't uncomfortable, the unbirth side effects were still lingering. He didn't really know how to proceed and was usually a bit more passive. The last time he took a strong stance and actively made moves, he was caught.

Leera and Ceylon glanced at each other while Leera's tail end spun Evan around by the waist, coiling his midsection and ending when her cloaca was hovering right in front of his face. "That'sss up to you!" She hissed at him, deliberately dragging her 's' sounds. "But I'd recommend pleasssing your predator if you want to get out of this alive." It was clear she was getting back into character. Evan knew his life wasn't in danger even if his persona was within the context of the roleplay.

He considered trying to reach out and wrap his arms around her body to smoosh her flesh up against his muzzle but quickly found that a segment of her length had wrapped around his upper body, pinning his upper arms against his chest with his forearms sticking out between her coils. He tried to angle his fingers upward so he could tease her but was constricted a bit too tightly. This was a bit frustrating, but the sensation of her soft, silken scales grinding against his hide and massaging his every muscle and digit was a turn on he couldn't resist. Deep within her coils, his member slowly emerged, its slimy length squishing in between two of her rounds.

She could clearly feel this, as she flexed some of her muscles from that area of her body to better squeeze his shaft between her scales. "Oh? You're quite easy, aren't you?" As she spoke, she positioned her cloaca right near his face, the meaty flesh of it nearly within licking distance of his tongue, which he attempted to extend in order to get a taste. Right as his tip was about to touch her, she pulled back, her entire body writhing around him, between the coils that held Evan and Ceylon next to the pair of them. "He's quite the snack, isn't he?"

Ceylon nodded, shifting her weight and moving her haunches so that she peeled one of her pussy lips to the side, revealing the glistening, sopping wet insides. "Don't make him wait too long, though. He doesn't deserve too much teasing."

That wasn't true at all. Evan didn't like to admit it, but he didn't mind the teasing. In fact, it made him appreciate the pay-off even more. Still, in the heat of the moment, with coils of intensely powerful snake coils constricting him from thighs to chest and a delicious-looking ventral opening hovering before him, he absolutely needed to get a taste before long. And, with him having been expelled from Ceylon's depths, his hide was hyper sensitive to the air and his muscles extra tender.

Nothing could be done on his part, other than meekly push his head forward in an attempt to get a taste of Leera's loins. He didn't speak - not like he could, with her constricting him and making it difficult for him to make noises other than squeaks and chirps - but he did make it clear what he wanted. So, when she finally squeezed in just the right way and pressed her ventral scales to his snout, he closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of her flesh sliding over his face and smothering him.

She didn't push him in entirely. Instead, she simply started grinding her flesh onto his muzzle, clenching her muscles and relaxing just enough to have his snout bobbing in and out of her. She was even more wet and flooded with fluids than Ceylon! So much so that when Evan's lips delved deep enough into her, she felt like her insides opened right up, as if she was gaping open to swallow him.

Naturally, this just made his loins swell even harder, pumping his cock to full mast between her coils. And when she pulled away, leaving her opening spread wide and throbbing with hunger, Evan only had a moment to take in a breath before a puffy mound of perfectly circular black flesh filled his view. A glistening black donut of gryphon rump flanked by the black and white fur of Ceylon's haunches being shoved right onto Evan's now-lubricated snout.

Ceylon leaned back against Evan, using Leera's coils as leverage as she arched her back and tried her best to sit. With Evan being smothered in slick snake fluids, Ceylon's soft and tender pucker easily glided over the kobold's scales, forcing Evan to look up at the sitting gryphon's backside. With one wiggle followed by a series of expertly timed constrictions and relaxations, Ceylon eased her way down until her plump pucker flesh lurched down and wrapped itself around Evan's neck.

Inside, Evan had no choice but to open his maw as far as the gryphon's passage would allow, tongue extended to taste Ceylon's walls. The texture of his tongue tickled Ceylon well enough that she instinctively darted away, her flesh making an audible popping sound as Evan's head was evacuated, leaving her gaping, bright red bud of inner flesh teasing the donut's inner rim. This sealed up quickly as Ceylon's clit winked and spurted a stream of silken, creamy fluid onto Leera.

Evan gasped and coughed a bit, his heaving chest resisting Leera's constrictions. This just made her squeeze tighter, her coils caressing is cock in the process while also gliding across his chest and shoulders and belly and thighs. Every bit of him, from the lingering tingle in his snout to the hyper-sensitivity in his toes and tail tip was inundated with pleasure. He was lost to the coils and the slick fluids that masked him from the neck and above. Of course, this was only the start.

Right as he was about to open his maw and ask for more, Leera once again returned her face to boop snoots, her muzzle touching his. Then just as she was about to pull away, she instead nuzzled into him and let his muzzle part her lips, her soft gullet enveloping him as rows of teeth caught his hide, ensuring he could barely wiggle without feeling their tips tickle him. It was so strange, too; while snake teeth were known to be needlepoint-sharp, it felt like a claw or talon gently stroking him. It was pleasant but still assertive. Which was perfect.

Of course, he had little to no time to actually enjoy this sensation before Leera flexed all of her muscles and forced herself down onto him, releasing the coils around him one at a time starting with the one nearest his head. As her lips passed over his body, his chin sliding down over her windpipe and between her bottom two gums, he felt her throat open up to accept him. Suddenly, the soft mounds of her gullet flesh were no longer tightly entombing him but relaxing and stretching to accommodate his body, easily allowing her cheeks to wrap around his shoulders.

With his entire head and upper body lost to the snake's hungry maw, Evan shifted his weight and nuzzled into her, pressing his chin down against her distending throat flesh, seeing light refracting through her stretched skin in the process. Her lower coils were still wrapped tightly around his lower body, anchoring him in place as she began to tug on his upper half with her teeth gripping his hid and her throat gulping him, hungrily attempting to suck him up.

It was more than just a swallow, too. Her gullet formed a seal around his head and neck, entombing him on place as her jaws bit down on his back and chest. Her teeth kept him there, but it was the flesh on hide seal around his neck he felt the most. Especially once she started to suck on him, her insides forming a suction that resisted the grip of her coils around his midsection and below. She continued this, bobbing her head and sucking, her muscles clenching in waves starting at her open maw and making their way down her body, each peristaltic contraction tugging on him, caressing his face, and squeezing him all around.

In addition to all that, her long, forked tongue was extended, tickling his belly and licking him by slapping his hide. This wasn't how a snake-tongue was normally used, but it was pleasant all the same. She kept bobbing her head, sucking and gulping his entire upper body, the suction making the blood rush to his head and give him the hyper-sensitivity he felt in his toes when she constricted.

But then, all at once, the coils around his lower half released him and Leera's sucking motions hoisted him up off the ground, his legs kicking comically in the air. She reared back so that he was directly face down in her gullet, maw wide open to let gravity do its work, her throat relaxed so that there was minimal friction. And just as he began to slide down, her cheek muscles compressing his shoulders and upper arms against his flank, almost guiding his hands to his groin where it met his cock.

While he had his palms against his shaft and his body was slipping down into Leera, he got his fingers wrapped around himself, so when his midsection passed by the snake's massive lips, he guided his cock tip into her glottis, the sheath of flesh that housed her tongue, only to have her flick it and slap his groin between his legs. This gliding friction and caress nearly brought him to climax, especially with her gullet clenched tight around him and her throat massaging him from midsection to snout.

But then, just as he was about to wiggle around and maybe leave a bit of a mess in her glottis, he felt the firm ridges of a beak lined by soft flesh bite down on his tail and legs, squeezing all three of them together in Ceylon's maw. Leera responded by tugging away, resulting in the two of them fighting over him once more, Leera biting down on his upper half while Ceylon tugged his legs and tail.

Inside, he was in heaven. He should have been hurting, at least a bit; both Ceylon and Leera had rows of needlepoint teeth digging into his hide, both of them had soft gullets and tender gums clenched tight around him as they used him for tug-of-war, but it just felt like a gentle massage with acupuncture needles. The vore potions ensured that no matter how hard they bit or how tightly they tugged, Evan could focus on the good and ignore the potential bad. Because he was impervious to bites!

Sadly, this tug of war between them didn't last long, as Ceylon's beak had just a bit more grip and as a result Evan was tugged backwards out of Leera's maw, leaving her glottis gaping in his cock's absence and her throat mounds sealing up as his head got yanked away.

But Leera wasn't taking this without resistance. She immediately adjusted her jaw, flicked her tongue, and struck at Ceylon, grabbing the gryphon at her shoulders and coiling them once more, her body wrapped around Ceylon's in a series of loops with Evan's upper body still flailing about outside her beak. Once Leera had a firm grip on Ceylon, she let go with her maw and adjusted herself so that she was hovering just in front of both of them, her snout nearly pressed to Evan's while she stared both in his eyes and Ceylon's. "You know I could just swallow you both at the same time." She warned.

Ceylon whipped her head around to get away from Leera's playful threat. Only, instead of doing so to spit Evan out or wriggle loose of her grasp, she found the snake's cloaca and slammed Evan, face first, right between her ventral scales. With a few squirms and adjustments she was able to force Evan's head directly inside her, popping his skull and ears past her opening in an instant! Ceylon then pressed in farther, her throat retching with extra pressure to force Evan out of Ceylon and deeper into Leera.

Once again, this was bliss for Evan. He felt gryphon gullet caressing his feet and tail and legs, while he was being shoved headfirst into a thick and meaty cloaca. His shoulders hadn't yet breached the serpent's depths, so he was able to wave his arms around to find his grip. Part of him wanted to press his palms to his neck and dive in, but the other half realized he had an opportunity, so he used each hand on either side of himself to get a firm grip on Leera's twin clits. Palming each one, he was able to squeeze and knead her, getting an instant reaction from her.

With his head buried in snake pussy, Evan had no idea what was going on outside or how they were reacting to one another; he hadn't regained his psychic link with Ceylon, so he couldn't see through her eyes. However what he did know is that he was doing something right. As Ceylon pressed down on him and he used both hands to expertly knead her clits, her depths were resisting him, clenching in delight and twitching in orgasmic pleasure, alternating that with relaxing enough to let Ceylon push Evan in deeper.

Whatever was happening seemed to be working, because the more Evan massaged, the more Leera clenched and the more Ceylon pushed. Before long, he felt a tongue slithering between his inner thighs, presumably Ceylon's. This was not welcome, so he squirmed in place only to find that he somehow managed to exactly get the right angles and motions to basically worm himself into Leera, his entire body to the hips passing through her opening as her lips caressed his every bit of hide.

His hands remained outside of her, but he was at such an angle he couldn't do much to find or continue to massage her clits. This was certainly something he wanted but once Ceylon released her beak's grip on his legs, he suddenly was wondering what was going to happen next.

Outside, both Ceylon and Leera shifted positions, the snake's muscles clenching around him to hold him in place without sucking him in or pushing him out, all while Ceylon adjusted and stepped over the snake's lower end. Before long, Evan found himself once more squished between the pair of them as Ceylon sat down on his exposed legs and tail, front talons grabbing the kobold's limbs to better guide them.

Evan recognized the distinctly velvety sensations of Ceylon's pussy flesh swallowing him up, feet and tail first. He wiggled his toes in the squishy mess of fluids and soft rippling walls, accented by the sensation of her winking clit squeezing his knee en-route to having the two large ladies grinding pussy to pussy against one another, Evan half in each of them.

Ceylon and Leera both continued to grind against one another, their walls sliding against Evan inside. Leera would squeeze and tense up, forcing Evan to slide out of her and more into Ceylon, only to have Ceylon wink her pussy lips and clench her loins, pushing Evan back into Leera headfirst. Back and forth they went, gryphon pussy grinding against snake cloaca, with Evan half in each of them. It was like they were trying to push the kobold into the other, a competition between friends, and Evan was absolutely okay with this.

So into it, in fact, that he couldn't help but squirm and find his own groin, hands against his member to help press it out against whichever pussy walls he could find. When he was more in Leera, he felt his shaft slip between her ventral scales and against the hot and super slick flesh; when he was more in Ceylon, he felt the slightly less hot and more lightly textured walls of the gryphon's pussy. No matter, he was always in bliss.

It wasn't until Ceylon had a powerful, body-rocking orgasm that she clenched hard enough to force Evan almost entirely into Leera, his face passing through her canal and into her depths. This thrust and this squeeze was so powerful that when Leera tried to clench down and resist, her walls ended up constricting around his thighs, beyond his hips and this actually forcing him in deeper.

Once he was almost entirely within Leera's cavernous, soft-and-stretchy depths, he felt the hot drips of gryphon squirt on his toes and tail tip, the last thing he felt before Leera's muscles sucked him up and deposited him deep within her womb. He felt her passage sliding over him, something that was extra sultry thanks to the incredibly precise muscle movements she passed up her body from cloaca to womb. The sound of churning fluids ahead and around him was enveloping, hypnotizing him into a state of complacency.

He was gone, lost on the paradise of serpent womb, her flesh and fluids smothering him and entombing him in his own personal bliss. Unlike before with Ceylon, he'd not formed a psychic link with Leera, instead he just drifted off into a type of sleep that left him semi-aware of what was going on while still being in a hazy, dreamlike state.

Since he was completely inside her, and her thick walls were holding him tight, he could barely make out what happened after her cloaca sealed up beyond his toes and locked him in her womb. As best he could tell, she and Ceylon fooled around a bit more, before the pair of them made for a lengthy journey back to the Manor. It was only then that Leera's contractions roused him from his orgasmic slumber, coaxing him from her depths in a gush of fluids.

All at once, he felt her walls twitch and aggressively squeeze, the contents of her womb evacuating with him, leaving him in a gooey puddle in a bowl or tub of some sort. It took him a moment to come to his senses and regain his composure; once he did, he saw that he was curled up in what appeared to be a hot spring lined by slate rock in a castle room, with Leera's tail end dipped in the spring with him. Ceylon was curled up around the other side, both of them were looking down at him.

"Good evening." Ceylon cooed at him, her tail swishing around the edge of the spring.

Leera slithered up next to Ceylon, then used her tail tip to point right onto Evan's lap, showing him that he somehow managed to keep the glowing orb with him this whole time. "Looks like you won! You'll have to get dressed, then present your token to the front desk."

Both Leera and Ceylon leaned in, one on either side, and pecked Evan on each of his cheeks. "Hope you had fun, we look forward to seeing you all season!" They said in unison before slithering and sauntering out of the room, leaving Evan alone with his pile of gear and a nice little thank-you note on top.

Evan grabbed the orb, stood up in the spring, tried his best to regain his composure, and happily grabbed his clothes before heading to the front desk to redeem his token. This meant that not only he, but the rest of his team also managed to win this round! He was sure they'd do plenty to thank him.

Of course, now he just needed to think about what sort of things he could do with his winnings. The Vore House of Klyneth was a vast and versatile establishment, the limit was his own imagination. Then again, it'd be hard to beat being fellated by a massive snake and then used as a double dildo for her and her gryphon companion. He'd sure have to try!