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"Alright," Neo said, "Camera is up and running."

The picture in the viewfinder was full of various plant life and trees. The wild growth of the deep Amazon was very thick. So thick that it partially obscured the others that the camera operator was attempting to film. The camera operator and the others spent several minutes searching for a clearing before finally coming upon the path they had been searching for.

"That's much better," Neo said once he finally had a clear shot. The camera panned and centered onto a green anthro basilisk lizard. His colors were right at home in the jungle, highlighted with a shade of blue on his lower jaw and mixed in with the clusters of white spots along his back and tail. His sets of frills on his head, back and tail were equally adorned with brilliant colors of green, blue and yellow with the occasional black stripe with prominent black and white stripes near the tip of his tail. He wore tan colored shorts and a light orange shirt for the trek into the jungle.

"So far we've been out here for about three days," Vinn said, narrating to the camera, "our ultimate goal is to track down an ancient civilization that's believed to have existed somewhere in the jungle. I'm Vinn, leader of this expedition. I'll let the rest of the crew introduce themselves."

"Uh," Neo said as he turned the camera to himself, revealing a brightly colored Orange dragon with a lighter orange underbelly and a brown mohawk, "I'm Neo, the ancient text expert. My job on this little adventure is to decipher any old writings we might come across."

"My name's Kyvra," the black and gray dragoness said as the camera swung to her, running her claw through her short red hair, "I'm the wildlife specialist. I know pretty much every living thing out here that can kill a person."

"Am I next?" The furred and feathered dragon said as the camera pointed to him, "Well, I'm Wind, I'm the flora and fauna expert of the group. You know, plants and vegetation, that kinda stuff. I also happen to probably be the most ill-equipped one of us for trekking through a hot and humid jungle."

The camera panned to the next member who, unlike the rest of them, didn't use legs to get around, "I'm Belinda," she said, A female naga, or Gorgan more specifically. A light gray body adorned with dark gray spots and stripes with an almost ashy cream color underbelly and living, but docile, snakes squirming and slithering from her head, "I'm a specialist in ancient civilizations."

Last, but not least, Neo pushed forward past the rest of the group to get their guide into frame. He was an orange and gray dragon-snake hybrid wearing his signature green watch cap along with camo shorts and a t-shirt, "Hey," he said as he walked, "I'm Kensjo, and it's my job to get the bunch of you through this jungle in once piece, more or less."

Once the introductions were done, the group continued hacking and pushing through the overgrowth of the jungle. Neo kept the camera rolling, occasionally wiping moister off the lens from the extreme humidity. Wind wasn't doing so well in this environment, his fur and feathers being covered with bits of plant life and soaked from humidity. He probably carried more water than anyone else in the group just to keep himself hydrated and walking.

After about an hour of hiking, the group finally arrived at the path. It was barely visible and partially overgrown, but still apparent the path existed. The group breathed a sigh of relief as they continued, the hike now a bit easier. They spent the next few hours on the path at a steady pace, covering about four or five miles.

"Don't suppose we can take a break soon," Wind said, the climate really starting to take its toll on him, "This weather is just brutal."

"Might not be a bad idea," Kensjo replied, looking at the sky, "We only got a couple more hours of daylight left. Should spend it looking for some water to replenish what we've used and set up camp. There should be a clearing not too far ahead, I think, and there's a clean water stream in the area as well."

"How far do you think we are from where we're going?" Neo asked, finally putting the camera down and packing it back into his bag.

"About half a days hike. Based on the info you gave me, that's the last known location of this civilization."

"Think you can make it it a little further?" Kyvra asked Wind, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"I think so," he replied, sighing deeply, "Just be glad to get off my feet for a little while. Might try to take a quick dip in that stream, if it's big enough."

The team trekked for another half hour or so until they reached the clearing. It was slightly off the path, but provided a nice and large flat area to set up camp. The stream was only a couple minutes walk from it. Belinda took the opportunity to replenish their water supply and Wind made good on his plan to take a quick dip to to clean off and refresh himself. Vinn, Neo and Kensjo worked on setting up the tents, three in all.

Kyvra set up a small camp fire for the group to huddle around as the sun slowly set below the horizon. Wind sat the closest to dry off his fur and feathers while Kyvra sprayed some repellant around the perimeter of the camp to keep insects and dangerous animals away. Eventually, the spraying was done, the tents were pitched, the fire was going strong and the sun was just about set and the group had gathered around the fire to relax and Neo once again took out his camera and started filming.

"So what's with this ancient tribe you're looking for?" Kensjo asked inquisitively.

"Well," Vinn started, "From what we've read and what some locals have recovered, we know it's some kind of ancient race of nagas."

"Kinda like you, Belinda?"

"Sort of," she replied, flipping through her notebook, "from what I can gather, this tribe and myself potentially share a common ancestor. They existed and lived much like any other tribe at the time, with some interesting differences. Some recovered texts say they practiced special rituals that involved eating."

"What's so special about that?" Wind asked as he ringed the last of the water out of his fur.

"They ate each other and other members of sentient creatures, usually from other neighboring tribes. The text isn't clear, but it suggests the ritual was very sexually fueled and was a part of a larger 'rebirth' ritual. They seemed to believe that by consuming each other, they could achieve immortality by being reborn. And consuming members of other races and tribes allowed them to grow in numbers significantly."

"Does any of the texts say exactly 'how' they did this?" Kyvra asked.

"It's not entirely clear, but the popular interpretation suggests that, upon eating another sentient creature, their life force is converted into either seed in a male or eggs in a female. The ritual was followed by intense sex which completed the physical and spiritual transfer, allowing the female to give birth to young formed from the life force of those her and her mate devoured."

"Sounds like a bunch of voodoo crap to me," Neo piped in, "I can understand the cannibal part, but there's no way they could have kept doing that to other tribes without them going to war or something and getting wiped out."

"Maybe not," Belinda continued, "There's evidence that this tribe were quite ahead of their time as far as chemistry. The rumor says they crafted some kind of potions and poisons to assist in this ritual. One is given to the predators to initiate the ritual and assist in the spiritual transference, while another was administered to prey that would cause even the most resistant to become willing sacrifices."

"Doesn't sound too outlandish," Wind said, "There's plenty of plants in this jungle that can be used and mixed for various effects. Hell, I could walk twenty feet and gather enough to make a pretty potent aphrodisiac. With the right plants and mixing ratios, you could probably make something that could nearly eliminate inhibitions."

"Hope we find the recipe on this little incursion," Vinn said with a grin, casting a suggestive glance towards Kensjo, "I might be able to find a good use for something like that."

"We should probably turn in for the night," Kensjo said, slightly blushing at Vinn's comment, "We'll get some rest and get started again early."

Kyvra poured some sand onto the fire, extinguishing the flames. Everyone went to their tents for the night. Kyvra and Belinda shared one, Wind and Neo in another, and Kensjo and Vinn in their own. Approaching their tent, Vinn caught Kensjo bending over to undo the zipper to enter. Taking the opportunity, Vinn gave the dragon-snake a quick grope of his rump, causing him to silently squeak.

"Looks like it's you and me in our own tent, tonight," Vinn said, "I dunno about you, but I still got some energy to burn."

"I might be up for that," he replied with a grin, "But maybe we should take a short nap first. That way we'll have PLENTY of energy to burn, and everyone will be asleep."

"Sounds good to me."

The two scalies gave each other a quick kiss before retreating to the privacy of their tent. Everyone else had turned in and fell asleep within minutes. Kensjo and Vinn set themselves down for a nap, both quite eager to have a go at each other shortly after. Unbeknownst to them, however, their little exchange did not go unobserved. In the darkness beyond the perimeter of the camp, a pair of glowing snake eyes watched the group settle down intently. Hissing silently to itself in anticipation.

***

The night was in full swing. The sounds of the various wildlife and insects chirped, howled and buzzed away into the darkness. Despite the noise, the group slept quite soundly. After all the expeditions into the different wild places they had done, a little bit of noise did little to disturb them. However, not all of the noises were from the normal wildlife.

Vinn was startled awake by the sound of bushes rustling and someone's muffled moaning. He glanced next to him inside the tent and found Kensjo missing and the tent zipper open. Not entirely sure what was going on, he got dressed and exited the tent quietly, following the noise he kept hearing. It was coming from just beyond the perimeter of the camp.

Vinn squinted at the darkness, making out Kensjo near a bush and leaning against a large tree. He moved closer, whispering his name. He found the dragon-snake nude, clothes tossed aside on the ground, and his cock throbbing and standing tall. He was quietly moaning and gyrating his body, almost as if he was putting on a show for Vinn in the darkness, illuminated only slightly by the moonlight. He couldn't make out much detail, but he knew it was him.

Vinn smiled to himself. He found it odd that Kensjo would want to have some fun out here as opposed to the the tent, but at the same time, he kinda found the idea rather kinky. He approached him, rubbing at the growing bulges in his pants. Kensjo's eyes widened a bit, but he said nothing beyond what sounded like wanting moans.

Vinn knelt down and started to softly nuzzle at Kensjo's throbbing cock. The scent of his musk filled his nostrils, adding to his lust. His tongue gently lapped at the hardened flesh, tasting every inch of it along with the precum drooling from the tip. He wrapped his lips around the tip, suckling tenderly, lost in the moment. After a moment of his soft sucking, Vinn pushed forward, swallowing Kensjo's member and pumping his lips up and down the whole length.

Kensjo's moans grew louder, his body gyrating in place and thrusting towards Vinn's snout. Vinn pumped his lips faster and faster, taking his own now rock-hard members into his hands and stroking vigorously. The pressure in both of their loins grew quickly, and it didn't take long before Kensjo erupted, firing thick and hot seed down Vinn's throat, which he slurped up and swallowed eagerly as his own shafts spurted a respectable amount of cum at Kensjo's feet.

Vinn slumped back, licking his lips and quite satisfied. He licked the remnants of his own seed from his claw and chuckled. He was certainly up for more and hoped Kensjo had enough in him for another round. He looked up and suddenly felt perplexed as Kensjo was still moaning and writhing in place. He hadn't moved from his spot. Vinn squinted his eyes for a moment, and swore he saw something else in the darkness behind Kensjo. Just as he noticed and before he could make out what it was, he felt a sharp prick on his neck. Before he could say anything, he felt dizzy and collapsed, falling instantly into unconsciousness.

"That was a pleasant surprise," a male voice said behind Kensjo. The head of a smokey blue anaconda with a dark blue underbelly moved forward over his shoulder, panting slightly in pleasure, "I dunno what's more surprising; the fact that he didn't see me, or the fact that you couldn't talk because your snout is taped shut. Then again, I think the biggest thing he missed was me ravaging that tight rump of yours during the whole thing. But I guess now that we're done, it's time to 'finish' up, in a manner of speaking. All this fun worked up quite an appetite, and I'm gonna need some energy for later."

The naga slowly withdrew his twin shafts from Kensjo's sore butt, snake cum running down his shivering legs. He groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, visibly exhausted and hanging limp in the snake's coils. He struggled to open his eyes, and once he had, he wish he had kept them closed. His vision was filled by the gaping maw of the naga descending on him. Slowly but firmly, Kensjo's head slipped into his maw, the scaled lips working down his form. The naga's jaw dislocated, the scaly flesh stretching over his prey. Slipping past the shoulders and to the midsection, Kensjo tried to struggle, but just couldn't muster the energy to put up a reasonable fight. He found himself hoisted upward, his legs high in the air as the naga tilted his head back. As more of his body slipped into Montiga's slick maw, he felt the snakes tongue tease at his semi-hard cock. He winced inside the tight confines of his throat, his body betraying him by growing aroused once again.

Moans emanated from Montiga's gullet. His hands caressed the large squirming bulge caused by his helpless prey. He could feel Kensjo writhe and squirm harder and harder as he held him in place and worked his cock over with his long tongue. It coiled and squeezed and pumped up and down the entire length. Kensjo tried to resist, but was ultimately defeated as the slick tongue penetrated the tip of his member. A muffled groan came from Montiga's throat as Kensjo climaxed one more time, cum spurting from his shaft and lightly coating Montiga's neck.

Kensjo was beyond exhausted at this point. He tried to squirm and struggle, but just couldn't muster the energy. He could feel the pressure in Montiga's throat and mouth begin to loosen. Gravity worked against him as he felt himself start to slide downward. At that moment, he both mentally and physically surrendered to his ultimate fate. With a series of loud gulps, Montiga worked his delicious prey down his throat and finally slurped up his tail.

With a contented sigh, the naga patted its full midsection just before his meal slipped lower into his body. Leaning down, he effortlessly picked Vinn off of the ground and hoisted him over his shoulder. He slithered towards the camp with a grin on his snout. He had plenty of those sedative loaded darts left, more than enough for the rest of the group.

***

Vinn slowly opened his eyes, his head in a fog of grogginess. It took a moment for his eyes to focus. He slowly glanced around, finding himself inside some type of large shed. He noticed the rest of the team were here as well, and like him, only just starting to wake up. All of them were surprised to find themselves waking up in a very different place and that their arms were bound behind them.

Getting over the initial confusion, Vinn noticed three other things; There was an unknown naga in the corner of the room, himself and his companions were stripped naked and that Kensjo was not among any of them. He sat up and took a deep breath, clearing the fog from his head and taking a closer look around. Everyone seemed okay, but his heart sank slightly when he noticed the telltale bulge in the Naga's body, who was working at a table mixing some unknown substances.

"What happened?" Wind said as he forced himself up, "What the hell is going on?"

"Looks like you all had a nice night's sleep," the naga said, turning to face the group, "Don't worry about the lightheadedness, that will pass in a few minutes."

"Who are you?" Neo asked, trying hard to keep himself composed and not panic, "Why are we all naked and tied up?"

"My name's Montiga, and you're my guests."

"You strip and bound your guests?" Kyvra piped in sarcastically.

"Well, maybe guests isn't the right word. 'Participants' might be more fitting. I've been watching you for a couple days now. You seem pretty interested in the civilization that used to exist here and their rituals. As a descendant of those people, I figured I'd give you a first hand look at those rituals. You should be excited!"

"Where's Kensjo?" Vinn asked, slightly choking as he spoke.

"I assume you mean your orange friend from last night? Let's just say he got a 'head-start' on the ritual."

The group fell eerily silent. None of them wanted to speculate on Kensjo's fate, but they knew in the back of their minds what had probably happened. All of them tried to subtly fight against their bounds in an attempt to get loose, but it was no use. Their bonds were too tight and too well tied. Meanwhile, Montiga kept working at his own project, mixing what appeared to be a pair of fluids in two separate bowls. He dipped a set of four thin-tipped darts into the red liquid and used each on the group with the exception of Belinda.

"What the hell is that stuff?" Kyvra exclaimed, starting to feel slightly dizzy once again. This time, however, it felt different. She felt her body growing warm and her mind began to swim, almost like a drunken feeling washing over her.

"Just something to get everyone in the mood," Montiga said with a smile as he picked up the bowl of blue liquid and presented it to Belinda.

"What is this?" she asked as she leaned away from Montiga's hands.

"Something special," he replied, "just for you. I promise, it won't hurt you or your companions. You will need energy for what's to come, and this will give it to you, among other things."

Belinda hesitated again, unsure if he was telling the truth and still unsure of the effects of the fluids would have on her or the rest of the team. Given their current situation, she was left with no choice but to comply. She leaned forward and took a large sip from the bowl. It had a rather sweet taste to it, and in moments she could feel her body tingling, especially her slit. Her body started to feel warm. After just a minute, she started feeling surprisingly horny.

Montiga waited for a few more moments for the serum to take hold on the rest of the group before untying each of them, including Belinda. They all looked like they were heavily intoxicated, giggling and swaying back and forth. All of the males had raging hardons including Kyvra, bearing her herm nature proudly. Belinda, while equally horny, seemed to have all of her mental faculties. Oddly enough, she also felt rather hungry.

The rest of the group seemed to slowly settle down, still heavily aroused though. They just seemed to sit on the ground, waiting for something. Their eyes were all dilated, the expressions on their faces awash with lust. Montiga slithered to each of them, running his hand along their faces with a smile across his own. Time to kick off the ritual, he thought to himself.

Montiga sat in the corner of the room, tossing away his already light garments. He locked his eyes on Vinn first, who returned the gaze. Motioning his finger, Vinn immediately complied and crawled towards him without hesitation. Vinn knelt before him, his face full of lust and want, almost like he was waiting to be told what to do. Montiga took a deep breath and run a single digit along his genital slit, which was enough for Vinn to get started.

As if in a trance and given a post-hypnotic command, the green basilisk immediately pressed his snout into Montiga's slit, nuzzling and reaching his tongue inside. The flesh around the slit was surprisingly pliable, stretching around Vinn's tongue and snout. Spurred on by some unknown need, Vinn pushed forward, letting the slit envelop his snout. Montiga moaned loudly and squirmed in pleasure, leaning back to let him in. The musky scent would overpower anyone else, but in his tranced state, it only made Vinn more eager and excited. Bracing his feet against the ground, he pushed harder, forcing himself down to his waist inside.

Montiga's tongue hung from his maw, loving every moment of the experience. He took hold of Vinn's tail, lifting it up high and exposing his bare rump. With his other hand, he slowly rubbed and caressed it, making sure to give his tailhole a proper teasing with his digits. Vinn shivered at the feeling, which in turn made Montiga tense up with pleasure. With a lustful grin, he coiled his tail up and flicked the tip against Vinn's exposed hole. He took a deep breath and tensed himself up, followed by impaling a good portion of his tail into Vinn's backside. A howl of pain and pleasure came from deep within the Naga's slit as Vinn's tailhole clenched around the invading tail-tip. After a few minutes of letting Vinn adjust to the sudden intrusion, he worked his tail into a piston motion, effectively tailfucking Vinn vigorously. Each thrust pushed a little deeper than the last, and each one pushing him further into Montiga's slit. Inch by inch, Vinn's form was forced deeper and deeper until only his feet and tailtip were left visible. Montiga withdrew his tail and let his own muscles do the rest, pulling the rest of Vinn's body into his slit, forcing Vinn to curl up into a ball inside the tightly enclosed space.

"Mmmm," Montiga groaned pleasantly, "Prefect fit. Neo and Wind, come to me."

The two of them slowly crawled towards Montiga. The sat on their knees before him, gently nuzzling at the bulge that was Vinn before moving upwards. They started gently lapping at his twin cocks, making Montiga hiss happily. He gently rubbed the tops of their heads as they orally worked on him, coiling his tail and teasing their rumps with the tip. Before long, the two of them wrapped their lips around the hardened flesh and suckled on them excitedly. Montiga couldn't help but lightly thrust his hips, letting the pressure in his loins build up for the grand finale he had planned.

On the other side of the room, Belinda and Kyvra were getting very cozy with one another, both lost in an almost maddening sea of lustful desires. The two of them proceeded to make out heavily, kissing and fondling every inch of their bodies. Kyvra moved down and started to lap at and suck on Belinda's breasts, using her claws to sensually caress her hips.

Belinda was in heaven, awash in massive amount of pleasure. However, she couldn't shake her unknown hunger. As her hands wandered around Kyvra's body, she gripped her throbbing cock, and smiled as the idea hit her. She pushed her back gently and sat her back with her legs spread open. Almost like an obedient pet, the dragoness complied and waited. Belinda coiled herself around the submissive dragon-girl and started to slowly stroke her member, making her moan and squirm in place. After a few moments of stroking, Belinda, licking her lips, lightly kissed the tip of Kyvra's shaft before swallowing the whole length and sucking on it hard.

Kyvra moaned loudly, pushing her hips towards Belinda's suckling lips. Not to be left out, the snakes making up Belinda's hair decided to join the fun. The ones that could reach, nuzzled and flicked their tongues at her tender pussy. The onslaught of immense pleasure drove Kyvra over the edge, her climax hitting like a train. Thick jets of hot dragon cum filled Belinda's hungry maw, swallowing every drop. After the flow had tapered off, Belinda lifted herself from Kyvra's spent member and licked her lips. It was certainly filling, but it felt like it only sated part of her hunger.

She released her from her coils and laied herself back on the bed. Using her finger, she beckoned Kyvra to come to her. Without showing any signs of exhaustion, Kyvra quickly climbed on top of her, licking her scaly skin all over. She started back at her breasts and worked her way downward. She nuzzled her soft belly, slowly lapping at the exposed flesh. Then to her waist, teasing the areas around her slit. After an agonizing few moments, she finally pressed her lips to Belinda's pussy and proceeded to lustfully eat her out.

Belinda threw her head back and moaned loudly as she felt Kyvra's tongue lap at her nether lips. She gripped the sides of her head tightly as she felt the dragon-girl's expert tongue reach deep into her pussy. The feeling was exhilarating, enhanced by whatever it was that Montiga made her drink, but once again, that lingering hunger struck her. It was unexplainable, and it occupied her thoughts almost completely. There was something that was missing. Something pleasurable, something primal, something filling.

Almost as if her thoughts were heard, Kyvra slowly started to push her snout forward, sinking it deep into Belinda. The flesh around her pussy easily stretching to accommodate her. Belinda let out a lustful scream, her lower body coiling around the dragoness and unconsciously pulling her in deeper. Her head was the first to become completely enveloped. Followed by her neck and shoulders. Belinda took in a sharp breath and clenched, quickly pulling in half of Kyvra's body into her depths.

She could feel Kyvra lick her inner walls furiously, which added to the intensity of the already unnaturally kinky act. Taking after Montiga, Belinda curled her tail up behind Kyvra and penetrated her drenched pussy, pumping it hard and fast. Kyvra squirmed hard inside her tight folds, each movement causing a micro-orgasm and making her passage even more slick with her natural juices. The increased slickness made slipping deeper much easier. As more and more of Kyvra's body was consumed, Belinda couldn't help but marvel at just how elastic her body had become. Clearly it was because of what Montiga had given her. Strangely enough, she also started to feel that unexplainable hunger of hers slowly wane. Reduced, but not quite gone just yet. She knew what she needed, and, in her hyper sexual state of mind, she was more than ready to take it.

It almost seemed like Kyvra had a similar idea. Her legs braced against as much of the mattress as she could and started to push, forcing herself deeper. Her body squirmed and twisted, hitting every sensitive spot inside of Belinda's inner passage and making her scream in ecstasy. More and more of her vanished into her slit until only her lower legs and her tail remained in view. Belinda, her tail still thoroughly buried in both herself and Kyvra's slits, clenched once again, pushing her tail even deeper. She forced the remainder of Kyvra's body inside, feeling her curl up within her womb like an oversized egg. She rubbed her enlarged belly furiously as her tail slowly pulled free with a loud wet slurping noise, leaving an impressively sized bulge.

Kyvra squirmed inside Belinda's womb for quite some time. After several minutes, however, the squirming became lighter and lighter. Eventually, they stopped altogether, signs of life no longer visible. Almost immediately afterward, Kyvra's form seem to almost melt away. The bulge in Belinda's belly shrinking away, leaving only a noticeable lump in her midsection. The feeling was almost indescribable as she could feel, not only the dissolved form absorb into her own, but an invigorating feeling that washed over her whole body.

Montiga chuckled and hissed pleasantly, watching the scene from across the room while Neo and Wind continued to suck him off. With a sigh, Montiga decided it was time to move things along. He pulled back, withdrawing his twin cocks from their mouths for only a moment before giving a hard thrust forward. Neo and Wind found their snouts engulfed in the shafts as they stretched open. Without thinking, the pair pushed forward, slipping themselves deeper into the ever growing members. Like a snake devouring its prey, his shafts grew larger and swiftly pulled the two in to their waists. With both hands, he cradled his now massive cocks and hoisted them upward, causing Neo and Wind's legs to dangle upside down. Assisted by gravity, their bodies descended further and further until only their tails were visible outside of the tips. Soon, they were slurped up as well. Montiga rubbed at the large masses in his cocks as they quickly slipped down and into his body, leaving a large pair of squirming bulges with another one between them.

Almost immediately, Vinn found himself being forced out of Montiga's slit as Wind and Neo, in a way, took his place. He breathed heavily as he was forced out into the open air once again. He turned around and looked towards Montiga, more specifically the two masses in his body just below his cocks, which were now slowly returning to normal size. The forms slowly began to lose their definition, converted into a mass of seed.

Vinn, still lost in his lustful trance, moved to Montiga and tried to reenter his slit. Montiga giggled and hissed, holding him back. His tail coiled around Vinn's waist and slowly tugged him, slipping him lower against his long body until Vinn was lined up with his tailhole. He immediately worked his snout into the tight orifice, faced with a new and equally intoxicating musky scent. He dug his feet into the ground and pushed as hard as he could, forcing himself nice and deep. Montiga's tailhole stretched and strained, the pleasure greatly outweighing any pain he might experience. With a sharp breath, he clenched his muscles and pulled the remainder of Vinn into his tailhole. The bulge in his body squirmed happily for a few minutes before being dissolved and absorbed, thus leaving only Montiga and Belinda left in the room.

Belinda rubbed her slightly swollen belly for some time, the full weight of what had just transpired seemingly lost to her. She knew what she and Montiga had done, but there was no remorse or sorrow. She was aware of this, but it just felt so natural. Montiga, meanwhile, had slithered over to her and rubbed his hands along her face, giving her a gentle kiss on the snout.

"They're gone," she said, "but I don't feel sorry or guilty. Why?"

"It's all apart of the ritual, my dear," he replied with a smile, "Their bodies have been dissolved and digested like any food should be, but their essence is still within us, ready for the final stage."

"What is the final stage?"

"The final stage of the ritual, and the first stage of renewed life."

He gently took the sides of her head in his hands and gave her a deep passionate kiss. He slithered around behind her, one hand reaching around and gently running his finger along her still hypersensitive slit while the other fondled at her breasts. Belinda couldn't stop moaning in anticipation. She could feel his twin cocks grow hard and grind against her rear, soaking the skin in a thick layer of precum. She ground herself backwards against his body as he teased her, the pressure of lust building up within them both.

Montiga quickly slithered around again, bringing them face to face. They both locked into another deep kiss. They both moaned loudly as their bodies rubbed against one another. Montiga pushed her backwards, putting her on her back on the bed. She sprawled out as much as she could, her tail coiling around behind Montiga and tugging him closer. He leaned down and gave her pussy a loving kiss and a long and slow lick, making her shiver. He worked his way up her body, licking the whole way. Soon, they were face to face once more. He took his twin shafts in his hand, lined them up and slowly inserted them both into her folds. Despite just taking an entire person into her slit, it still felt like a tight fit. Not that that was a bad thing, however.

Montiga slowly pushed forward, slipping every inch of his throbbing members into her pussy until the slits finally touched. They embraced tightly for a few moments, basking in each others warmth. Eventually, Montiga pulled himself back, withdrawing all of his shafts save for the tips before slamming them back into her. He worked himself into a rhythm of thrusts, every now and then adjusting the angle and depth. The sound of their scaly skin slapping together echoed through the shack and a considerable distance into the jungle, accompanied by loud moans of extreme pleasure.

The two of them had at each other for what seemed like hours. The wrestled with each other over control of the situation several times. Montiga laying on top of her and plowing her slit hard and fast, and Belinda rolling him to his back and riding him at a teasing pace. This went on for a while. Despite the fight for control, the inevitable eventually happened. Locked within each others coils tightly, the pressure in their loins built up quick and finally boiled over.

With a roar of intense pleasure from both of them, their climaxes hit. Montiga let out a substantial eruption of hot cum deep into Belinda's pussy. Her belly started to swell up once again from the sheer amount of seed filling her insides. The two of them locked together tightly, riding out their amazing orgasms until, some time later, the flow began to finally ebb. Both of them panted heavily as they slowly separated. Montiga's shafts finally slipping free of her, causing some leftover cum to spill from her nether lips. It was all so much for Belinda, despite her best effort, she passed out in exhaustion.

"Fear not for your friends," he whispered gently into her ear, "in time, you will be reunited. You as their mother and them as your young. The ritual is complete."

With those final words, he was gone as quickly as he had appeared. Belinda slept very soundly, the large amount of seed in her belly working its magic within her womb. The process of pregnancy was long and wouldn't become immediately apparent for another few days. Montiga's words fueled her dreams, showing her images of her friends as children with her leading them around as their mother.

***

Several hours had passed before Belinda finally had awoken. She leaned up and stretched herself out, a bit sore from the previous night's endeavors. Her mind was awash with numerous thoughts and questions. Mostly, now that the liquid Montiga had given her had finally worn off, she thought about her companions. She couldn't help but feel guilty over what happened. She had essentially witnessed, in in one case caused, their demise. She also thought about what Montiga had said about the ritual being a start of new life. She looked around for several minutes, but couldn't find the naga anywhere.

After her fruitless search, she decided that it was time to get out of the jungle. She did notice a marked path, probably left for her by Montiga that led her back to the original camp site. It was a little painful to look at the empty tents and unused equipment, but she knew she had to press on. She packed up what she could carry including some food, a single tent, water, and her own personal belongings and started the trek back.

It took 3 days before she finally returned to civilization and the airport that her and her friends arrived in. By that time, she had started to feel sick. It wasn't a normal sickness caused by bacteria or a virus or anything like that. It was morning sickness, a telltale sign that she was now pregnant. Her belly hadn't shown anything outside of the impressive amount of seed Montiga had injected her with and the remnants of Kyvra, but she knew within the coming months, she would swell like a balloon with eggs.

The return home felt long and drawn out. She tried as hard as she could to push the thoughts of what happened to her friends to the back of her mind, but failed every time. Several times she had to retreat into the nearest restroom in case she would suddenly break down. Thankfully, she was able to hold herself off long enough to finally arrive home. She spent the night in her bed, sobbing silently to herself. Despite Montiga's words, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming guilt about what happened and what she had done.

As suspected, the following few months were accompanied by a swollen belly full of eggs. When the time came, she laid five sizable eggs in her home nest. She was rather perplexed as the eggs were of a curious color. Each one had a different color scheme, ironically matching the colors of her consumed companions from that fateful expedition. From that moment on, Belinda felt a spark of hope grow within her. Her memories of Montiga's words coming back to her, and just for a moment, a feeling that maybe what he said and what she had read of the ritual just might be true. She wouldn't know for sure for another month when the eggs finally hatched. She remained by her nest for the entire month, waiting with bated breath to see if her hopes would be realized, only leaving the nest to get food from the local store.

The eggs, after an agonizing month long wait, finally hatched seemingly all at once. Belinda watched, holding her breath and fighting between feelings of just being a mother and the hope that her guilt would finally be lifted. Each child, spectacularly, bore an uncanny resemblance to her former companions. Their colors and genders were spot on, with a small amount of snake-like features added unsurprisingly. Everything she had read was true, as was everything Montiga had said regarding the ritual. It was an amazing discovery in the scientific and historical field, but such thoughts were far from her mind. She cried uncontrollably, partially as a new mother and partly because she was so happy that her companions were back, sort to speak.

They were her children, and she would raise them as such. She wondered if they would ever remember what had happened on that trip, or if they would at all be like who they were before being reborn. She also wondered, with a smile on her face, if maybe, when they became old enough, if they could make a return trip.