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Nia had been on guard for shifting walls, trapdoors, and other hidden dangers in that unpredictable dungeon, and yet even her highest vigilance wasn’t enough. The cow found herself cut off from the rest of the remaining group without any sort of dramatic flair. There was no secret door slamming shut behind her, no plummet into a hidden pit. She simply sensed she was alone all of a sudden, and when she turned to look back there was nothing but a featureless wall where the party used to be. She felt along it for hidden switches or other triggers, but found nothing. There was only a single way forward, and she wasn’t going to stay trapped down there forever. Maybe if she could catch the sound of voices, she could find her way back.

Instead, she heard something wet. The dark tunnel ahead of her tested her vision, leaving her squinting and feeling her way forward for a time. All the while, there was that [i]sound[/i]. Nia perked her tall ears up behind her horns to listen. Something slick was rubbing up against something even more so, and along with a persistent noise like rushing water or steady rain. Nia eventually reached a fork in the tunnel, a set of stairs on her right, a door on her left, and she halted there, listening.

The smart thing to do would have been to stay as far away from any sort of noise, any sort of [i]presence[/i] as she could. The door might have led back to where she got separated from the other adventurers. Instead, she started to descend, following her ears, and her nose as well. Something enticed her, something almost beneath her conscious perception. It was soft and flowery at its core, but more prominent than that was the constant, succulent [i]something[/i] that was as slick to smell as it was to hear.

The closer Nia got, the more she started to realize what it was. That wasn’t water. That was the deep, wet [i]hiss[/i] of something truly enormous. She could hear the shifting of scales against stone, the writhing of a hidden creature, monstrous and massive. Her every instinct should have made her turn her tufted tail and go dashing right back up those stairs, instead of creeping through the lair of something surely dangerous. Something compelled her to keep going, to investigate and satiate the curiosity that had led her into plenty of trouble in her past adventures.

When she turned a corner and her eyes adjusted to the torchlight, she found herself confronted with a shifting shape she couldn't immediately comprehend. The coils of a giant twisted and wound around themselves, recoiling in surprise from her arrival, wrapping around themselves in their infinite complexity. Her first response was horror, that she might have stumbled upon the den of something truly unfathomable, something not made for her mortal mind to perceive. Yet the longer she looked, the more she realized she was simply looking at the biggest snake she’d ever seen.

The golden cobra had her hood inflated and her fangs on full display thanks to being startled in the middle of something. Nia froze. Though she had been foolish enough to find the creature, she dared not approach. She knew a threat display when she saw one. Yet there was something more to the oversized creature than a mere wild beast, lost in the depths. She slowly scanned those regal features, finding intelligence behind a pair of surprisingly gentle orange eyes, despite the flash of lethal fangs, outright dripping with their payload of deadly venom. And further still, taking her gaze away from the most obvious threat and admiring that long, flexible body, she found the snake still in the process of penetrating herself with the tip of her tail, stretching a slit soaking with the fragrant juices that had lured Nia into her domain. The slick sounds were the strokes and slides of lubricated scales in and out of those tight, squeezing, needy depths. Nia had never seen a snake so aroused.

When she stood still for long enough, simultaneously terrified and fascinated, Nia saw the serpent slowly relax herself. The cobra never fully flattened her hood, but she put her fangs away when she saw the intruder wasn’t going to be a threat. Nia realized she hadn’t been breathing, and she allowed herself a few short, shallow breaths while the snake considered her from afar. Only in time did that creature seem to notice the lewd display she was giving, and swiftly pulled her tail out of her snakesex with a brief sample of that pleasured hissing that had helped draw Nia there.

When she spoke, it was with a smooth, gentle voice that sounded like it didn’t belong to a creature like her.

“Well, of all the places I didn’t expect to be interrupted, this is one of them. How long have you been lost down here, dear?”

In a moment, in a single question, spoken so politely by the giant snake before her, Nia went from curious to fighting down her own arousal, lest she end up blatantly bulging her outfit right in front of her new acquaintance. There was something so attractive about the dangerous-looking beast speaking to her in a subdued, even motherly tone. The urge to simply throw herself into the serpent’s embrace right that very moment was a powerful one, but Nia knew it was best not to surprise someone so venomous, even if she seemed friendly. Instead, she decided it was best to introduce herself rather than to dumbly stand and stare in the doorway of some forgotten, crumbling tavern, buried beneath the city.

“Not long. I was with a party, but when I turned to look, they were gone ...”

“That doesn’t surprise me. You can’t trust a place like this. It’s a wonder I’ve managed to keep from getting my tail caught between the shifting walls. Though I do find it cozier than slithering about the city streets above.”

“You must turn a lot of heads when you’re up there,” Nia said, only to quickly correct herself. “Not for any bad reasons. Good ones, of course. Not everyone gets to see something like you every day. Some[i]one[/i] like you, I mean.”

She realized she was babbling to make up for what she felt was a slip of the tongue, but the snake didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she looked curiously stunned by such words. If she could have blushed, she might have. Instead, she flicked her forked times a few times,

“What is your name, friend?”

“Nia.” She didn’t hesitate to answer.

“And I am Thastillith, though Thast is fine if you prefer less of a mouthful. It is good to meet you, Nia. I am not ordinarily so blunt, but I have been alone for some time, as you may have noticed.”

A subtle, even timid nod to her lust-streaked snake sex from Thast indicated as much. She went on.

“And even above, among people, it is so difficult to find someone who appreciates me back as I do them.” She shifted slightly, stretching her coils more broadly across the room, opening herself up to her guest. “Would you like to come a little closer?”

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Nia eyed the snake up and down, extra carefully, paying particular attention to just how thick those coils were. Even if she was more of a squeezer than a biter, Nia was sure there was plenty of strength in that great big noodle of a body. Maybe it would have been enough to subdue her if she changed her mind, maybe not. Her cock was already telling her it was time to accept the serpent stranger’s invitation regardless of the danger, and she was pretty confident she could have wrestled her way out if the sweet snake proved less trustworthy than she sounded and acted.

“I suppose that depends how hungry you are. I can’t imagine there’s much food down here.”

Thast seemed momentarily stunned by the bluntness of the response, but she took it in stride. A flick of her tongue and a slight hiss to her chuckle preceded her answer.

“I do not have to eat often. And you would know if I was hungry. I am not always entirely myself.”

“Hmm. Sounds dangerous. And kind of hot.” Nia took that opportunity to get a little closer.

Though she was well within striking distance, the cow found herself untouched as she lingered near the snake, started to work to remove her soft layer of armour and padding that covered up her bulky frame. It was all a little unceremonious. She wasn’t looking to striptease the giant snake. All that mattered was getting naked as quickly as she could, especially when her dick was getting that sore from being all cooped up. There really wasn’t such thing as pants that properly fit her when she was getting excited. By the time Nia was fully bare before Thast, her shaft was standing up tall, already flaring out wide, dripping a generous dose of precum that trickled all the way to the floor once it stretched down far enough.

Thast slowly shifted closer to inspect it more closely. Nia stood tall and proud, showing off, throbbing, not flinching for a moment. She kept her ears perked for the strangely alluring sound of scales rubbing against stone. Hearing that somehow prepared her to know exactly how much she was going to enjoy that texture on her bare skin when Thast slowly started coiling around her ankles, then up her calves. It was a gentle embrace, but a deft one, squeezing and curling every muscled coil just right to leave Nia wrapped up but not off balance.

“Exactly what I’d hoped for by your scent. Even better, perhaps.” Thast gave a low, warm moan, flicking her tongue in the air one more time, this time with a soft hiss. To Nia, it felt as if she was being directly licked. “May I have a taste? I promise to be careful with these fangs, but I should hold you still just to be certain.”

As a demonstration, she inched her coils up along Nia’s body a little farther, reaching the cow’s knees. She stopped there, awaiting approval to continue. Nia nodded, and up she went, coiling and writhing, massaging those strong bovine legs with all the subtle flexes and twists that the complex musculature was capable of doing. Thast skipped over the cow’s cock, and took to wrapping up her belly, tucking some coils beneath her breasts, overtaking her arms and shoulders. A pair of hooves, a stiff and flared shaft, and a horned head wearing a lustful expression were all of Nia that was visible as Thast finally swept her up and brought her down, held safe in that scaly embrace.

That alone was enough to make Nia moan. The sound just came out of her without warning, leaving her huffing and pursing her lips in the aftermath. Simply feeling Thast twisting and massaging all over her naked body got her all kinds of horny. She closed her eyes, and let the snake take charge. All the tentativeness of letting those fangs so close to her most vulnerable places melted away when she felt that tongue. A drag of its forked tip up the entire length of her shaft, hooking underneath the edges of her broad flare was enough to get her leaking, enough to make her spurt a great big mess of juices all over Thast’s scales. It was just precum, but it felt like more, thicker and more potent than a whole climax from a less-productive creature.

Thast took to lapping it up from her own scales and from Nia’s saliva-streaked skin alike. The sounds were every bit as enjoyable as the sensations. Nia kept her eyes closed. There wasn’t much to see, all wrapped up like that. That meant she wasn’t prepared for the slight squirming, for the shifting and squeezing coils to amount to the snake rearranging herself enough to allow the cow to return the favour. The same damp, leaking snake sex, a subtle slit that opened to something so much deeper with a little prodding was soon up against Nia’s mouth and nose. In an instant, the bovine brawler was flooded with the very scent that had drawn her to seek the sexy serpent in the first place.

There was no need for guidance. She knew exactly what she had to do as soon as she felt that slick touch against her snout. The first lick made her shudder, and not for lack of enjoyment. Nia threw herself right into the whole thing. That was a taste that chased away all hesitation. She lapped, she pressed her tongue in deeper, and she got to feel the snake flexing around her in response. That she was getting her cock licked the entire time only made her more inclined to dig in deeper and deeper, to eat out that serpent as if to provide everything she needed with her tongue alone.

Thast paid her compliments in the way her many muscles tensed and constricted, holding Nia just a little tighter for a few moments. Somewhere in the midst of that, there was a sensation like the smallest prick or pinch, somewhere on the cow’s side. It could have just been the brush of an especially rough scale against her skin. She didn’t pay it any mind, eating out that sloppy snake cunt until her face was drenched in the juices that leaked from the serpent with increasing depths and intensity. Nia was drenched in it, revelling in the uniquely arousing taste of a snake’s desire. It was like she was being hypnotized without even needing to see the cobra’s eyes.

Every lick, every deep drag of her tongue just felt better for Nia herself. She was enjoying eating out that massive, venomous beauty as much as Thast was enjoying soaking in all that attention. Every strange twitch and twist from the serpent’s heavy body was all the encouragement Nia needed. The snake even released her arms so she could seize that tail and use her strength to pull it closer to her face, lost in the indulgence, servicing that mysterious, motherly beast in the depths of the dungeon, paying no more mind to her lost party.

Only when the effects of that subtle nibble, that barely perceived painless poke of fang were too overwhelming to ignore did Nia put it together. She had been obsessing over that slit, over that wet, silky cloaca, tonguefucking Thast to the point of breathlessness. When she paused for a few gasps, Nia realized just how tingly her body was getting. She was neither numb nor paralyzed. Her body felt slack and relaxed all over, and every sensation was a little more intense, a little more enjoyable and fascinating to her. It was tempting to simply ignore what her body was telling her and continue on as she was. Yet she simply had to call out the friendly snake’s apparent betrayal.

“Did you ...?” was all she managed to get out before she felt her breath catch in her throat. Not from any sort of suffocation, but from the pleasure of those coils shifting and rubbing against her naked body all over again.

Thastillith turned herself around so Nia could see her face once more. Those fangs were prominent with every word, sharpened to a needle point that looked as if it could have easily pierced her skin undetected. The cobra licked at their tips carefully, cleaning away the venom before it could drip.

“Yes. I apologize as sincerely as I can. One look at you, and my belly rumbled like I have never felt before. Do you believe in destiny, Nia?”

Not really. That was the cow’s first thought, amid the haze of her mind. Yet the more she considered the tingle running through her every nerve, the blissful touch of scales on skin, and most of all, the smooth, shiny pink flesh of the cobra’s mouth, the more she was inclined to change her answer. The best she ended up providing was a noncommittal grunt, barely suppressing a moan in the process. Thast appeared to smile softly, at least with her eyes.

“However you may feel about it, I cannot deny what my body is telling me. Even if I am far from starving, I know I will never truly be satiated again without you.”

She leaned in close, blowing a cool wave of her flowery breath over Nia’s face. This time, the cow couldn’t hold back the moan anymore. She breathed heavily, eyes darting this way and that, heart pounding as the venom worked through her body. Everything felt better when Thast gave a fond squeeze to Nia’s entire form, seeming to knead against every muscle at once, like the most thorough massage the cow had ever received.

“It is a very, very, small dose I have given you. Please don’t be frightened. It is not enough to be fatal. Merely something to keep your baser instincts at bay, and help us both enjoy this as much as we can.”

Thast left Nia’s cock free, gently held between two loops of her coils to leak and spurt all over those golden scales as she began to open up wide. The sight of those jaws stretching to their fullest, easily unhinging to display a gape that would have been nightmarish to anyone else kept Nia making an absolute mess of the gentle predator. For as good as she was at it, the cobra never struck. She displayed her drooling mouth, her open throat, her fleshy glottis, her many tiny teeth, and inched towards her prey, to allow the cow to take in as many details as possible. Every second she spent dwelling in the looming shadow of that intricate, hungry maw was one that Nia grew more aroused, until her cock was pounding right along with her heart, one good squeeze or stroke away from blowing her entire load.

She couldn’t explain such a reaction, nor did she need to. The only thing the trapped, coiled, and envenomed cow had to do was to enjoy the process of being slowly, carefully consumed by such a lovely snake. Thast could have been so much rougher with her, choking her within an inch of her life, crushing her bones, or merely dosing her with another venom to cause a harsh, sudden death. Instead, the cobra took her time, tasting her prey, drooling on her, lapping up some of her own juices with her forked tongue between curling it under Nia’s chin to tip that bovine face upwards, directly facing the looming gullet that pulsed with the desires to wrap around that naked, hefty body.

“Are you ready, Nia? I am going to cherish this, and I hope you will too.”

Thast spoke quite well with her mouth open like that. Nia wanted to reply, but she wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Nothing would have come out aside from a few grunts and gasps anyway. The cobra had her just right, squeezing some but not all of the air out of her, constricting her but never crushing her. Similarly careful was the smooth, overwhelming dive over the cow’s features, engulfing her all at once, pointing her bovine snout straight down that waiting throat. Nia felt her horns touch the inner flesh of the snake, but that didn’t seem to bother Thast in the slightest. The snake went on, unflinchingly working her prey into her gullet, halting only when she reached her meals’ particularly broad shoulders.

Nia thought perhaps the snake had overestimated her abilities, that she was saved from her slobbery fate, but Thastillith simply needed to adjust a little. The hungering serpent pressed up against one shoulder, angling herself to slowly slide over it before she started work on the other. It was a slow, slick process, inching along over her prey, but Nia was far too overcome by the sensations and the venom weakening her to do anything about it. She remained right there, trapped by that soft embrace, enjoying every little squeeze and flex of the coils around her body even as she felt her head plunging deeper into the snake eating her whole.

Something about it was all so elegant. Thast even smelled sweet within, a little like a fragrant cup of tea. Nia knew she should have been so much more alarmed, but giving herself to such a beautiful creature, hearing those hisses of satisfaction all around her head, it was so easy to accept it just felt right. Thast took her time stretching her jaws around the cow’s shoulders, and when she finally crossed the threshold she surged suddenly forward to take Nia in to the bust. There she paused once more, swiping her tongue along her meal, tasting and teasing those fine tits until Nia simply had no choice but to moan again.

The way her voice echoed down into those depths, muffled by the squelching flesh sliding past her only turned her on more somehow. By the time the snake started working over her bust and belly, Nia’s cock was standing up tall, just waiting to get slurped up and slipped across the cobra’s palate, She nearly came from the very first slurp, but settled instead for leaking all over Thast’s mouth, pumping out precum so steadily it was spraying down the snake’s throat. Another squeeze of coils to push her deeper and she was making even more of a mess.

By the time Nia’s dick was almost fully engulfed in Thastillith’s gullet, she couldn’t hold back anymore. The snake needed another pause, another stretch to work and stretch over her prey’s hips and butt. That was the meatiest part of Nia. It took some wiggling, and in the process, she ended up massaging that flared, bulging shaft inside her throat until the cow simply lost all control. With just her legs and hooves sticking out of those jaws, folded fangs pressed against her back, she lost let the most potent orgasm she’d ever experienced overtake her entire being.

A splattering, satisfying release like that had Nia bellowing, voice echoing off the fleshy surroundings hugging her from all sides. She came hard, and just kept going. The cool, pleased hisses from the snake eating her only encouraged her to keep going, to completely drain her balls down that long throat, even if it meant covering herself in her own cum. Thast even stopped eating for a time to allow her prey to completely finish, to let all that pleasure out and gush herself into a state of total bliss. Even once she was done, Nia’s cock was still twitching, still bulging with the pressure running through it. She was even more sensitive for the wet slide deeper into the lengthy serpent that followed.

Thastillith gave a long, pleased sigh when she neared the end of her meal. She breathed slowly and steadily even with that cow in her gullet, bulging out beneath her coils, outlined under the golden scales as Nia travelled deeper and deeper. Eventually, the cow felt herself winding around the loops of the cobra’s body. Minutes of slow, careful swallowing and she was finally cresting over the back of Thast’s maw, hooves disappearing into that same throat before she even reached the snake’s belly. There was still plenty more to go, plenty of distance to travel, and Nia had nothing but smooth, sleek flesh to massage her all the way down to the bottom.

That hefty bulge moved steadily with the inner workings of the giant snake’s body, kneading, squeezing her away, finally pressing her into the empty chamber that awaited her after a considerable journey. It was clean and traceless in there, without a hint of Thast’s former meals. It really had been a while since she’d eaten. Nia was free to remain as she was, all stretched out, arms by her side, legs together, stiff shaft pressed to the bottom of that humid chamber. It was warm in there, but surprisingly comfortable, surrounded by that cold-blooded body gripping her and keeping her in place.

There was enough survival instinct left in her horned head to push out against the walls around her now and then, to test if she was really as trapped as she seemed. Every forceful shove only made that stomach compress on her all the tighter, and every wriggle was one that stirred up a little gurgling activity. Eventually, she felt some pressure from the outside. Thastillith first stroked over the outline of her prey with her tail, and then moved in closer to nuzzle against Nia’s form from the outside. She offered some soft words that were still audible, resonating down through her coils to where the cow slowly simmered inside her.

“Shhhh. Nothing more for you to do but settle in, Nia. I am going to enjoy having you all to myself. You were the perfect meal. This is where you belong.”

She soon demonstrated precisely how much she’d enjoyed eating that meaty brawler. Nia had interrupted her in the middle of a little private time, and Thast soon returned to what she was doing, with more vigour than ever. Curling her tail tip around to dip it into her sex and press deep within, stroking, pumping back and forth, massaging out all that pent up lust that came with devouring someone whole meant Nia had plenty of sounds to enjoy. The cow could feel the trembles and ripples of the snake’s pleasure all around her, and hear those wetter and wetter [i]schlicks[/i] to go with the hisses of pleasure emanating from deep within the well-fed serpent.

The more Thast pleasured herself, the more her belly rumbled. There was a brief pang of fear in Nia’s chest, but the slow trickle of fluids over her bare skin didn’t hurt in the slightest. She hardly would have even known she was being digested if not for all the churning noises. Those grew intense for a moment when the snake began to spit with pleasure, twitching, shuddering, writhing on the floor of the dark dungeon. Nia could only slosh and wobble around as the cobra fell into those orgasmic throes, listening to those harsh noises eventually give way to the Thast’s sweet moans. And it was all because of her.

The cow glowed with pride to know she was the source of that twisting, coiling, writhing release. Thast climaxed hard, her every powerful muscle rippling throughout her body, leaving Nia soaking it all in. The cow felt like she could have simply drifted off, could have closed her eyes and relaxed and it would all be alright, if she just submitted herself to the beautiful golden queen in the depths. Maybe she really did pass out for a time, or maybe her sense of time wasn’t quite what it used to be, but when she opened her eyes again, she found herself surrounded by the slowly undulating flesh of a sleeping snake, and eventually she succumbed to joining her predator in blissful slumber, far too numbed out by venom to think straight or worry.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. She couldn’t tell anymore. When Nia tried to move, she found her body was far number than before, where it wasn’t merely tingling. That sensation was mostly pleasant, if a touch overwhelming. What wasn’t pleasant was realizing the venom had worn off. Her mindless devotion to being eaten was starting to seem a lot more like madness upon reflection. She was surrounded in the dancing, faintly hissing juices slowly eating away at her, but it was far too dark to look around and measure the damage being done. Panic was starting to rise in her chest, heating up her cheeks with the realization of how much danger she was in. Every moment she slowly simmered away in there was one she was getting even closer to being nothing but [i]meat[/i] for Thast.

“Hmmf?” was her first comment on the matter, far too wrapped up in that inner flesh to communicate coherently. She sounded confused, disoriented more than anything. It couldn’t have been what it seemed like.

Thast’s response was as gentle as ever, thought even through the muffling layers that filtered her voice, Nia could sense something different about her tone.

“Shhh. Shush. Don’t fuss. This is exactly where you should be.” She slowly stroked over the shapely bulge of her prey with her tail, slit still leaking snake lust. “The calmer you are, the easier it will be.”

“[i]Hmmmnf![/i]” Nia’s second attempt at speaking was much more of an objection, as if trying to summarize everything she felt about being in a snake’s stomach all at once. Shock, fear, betrayal, it all fuelled her struggles, but she couldn’t say a real word.

Thast kept stroking, slower, softer. She slumped down with a broad yawn and licked her lips a few times, tasting Nia there. Her voice was almost like a lullaby. “There’s nothing you need to do now. You’ll get the same result if you squirm or not. Just settle in for the night. My body will take care of the rest.

“Hmmf ...” Nia’s third attempt was less heated. The reality of the situation was starting to set in, especially when her twisting body and flexing muscles did nothing to change Thast’s mind.

The snake patted her prey with her tail and curled up a little tighter around that captive shape inside her.

“Goodnight, Nia.”

There was so little room to do anything about it. Nia was powerful, but all the strength in the world wasn’t going to help her when she could barely move. She flexed her arms and pushed outwards, testing the limits of her chamber, her fleshy prison cell. Thast barely moved, mostly sleeping, sometimes waking to adjust herself slightly and then return right back to her cozy slumber. All her energy went to digesting Nia down, to smoothing over that bulge until it was less and less distinct with each passing minute. Or was it hours? Had it been days in the darkness or a mere evening? Nia’s head was constantly spinning. The air getting thin and swampy wasn’t helping. She kept trying to fight, only to feel the strength being actively sapped from her body while the snake ever so slowly digested her alive.

Her own consciousness drifted in and out, sustained by adrenaline, by the terror gripping her tense muscles, but that didn’t keep her from drifting off and slumping into the juices around her now and then. In time, however much time, Nia could only conclude that it had indeed been days. She felt Thastillith slithering around, dragging her the entire time. The ground beneath her went from hard to soft to hard again when the snake explored the darkest, emptiest reaches of the dungeon with her bulge in tow.

From an outside perspective, it might have seemed like she’d calmed down. She certainly wasn’t disturbing the snake who was so busy digesting her. Yet her heart still pounded on, diminished yet strong, fully aware of the horror that was occurring to her, helpless to do anything about it when her body wasn’t listening to her anymore. Squeezes and undulations crushed her down, letting her feel her own body being misshapen, defiled, ruined. Gently, slowly, and yet the results of that extended imprisonment and churning was more than clear. She was collapsing, and Thastillith was just going to go on snoozing and lazing about, enjoying the whole process.

Nia’s collapse was inevitable, days after her initial ingestion. She found herself getting flattened down by the slow contractions of the belly walls around her, only realizing how soft her body had become when Thast’s stomach started to truly unmake her. Nia couldn’t feel much of herself anymore. There were only her thoughts, and the sloshing remnants of what she’d been. The final moment was far from dramatic. It was like all the others, gurgling away inside the slow-churning belly of the giant, sleepy snake. She was making those coils gleam all the brighter with every bit of her Thast absorbed. Everything she’d been was going to be stolen away by the snake, simply for a bit of selfish pleasure. That was the final thought before something gave out and the outline of partly digested fistfighter in Thast’s bulging coils sank inwards so deeply that the remaining shape couldn’t have possibly been a cow anymore.

Thastillith woke up after sleeping on and off for the majority of the week, and slowly sliding around in low-energy mode the rest of the time. She took the time to stretch her coils and nose up against what remained of Nia. Feeling the unmoving lump within her brought a small smile to her lips. Such a treat, right to the end. She was so pleased to claim that cow, and she slowly slithered off to enjoy the feeling of all the sustenance Nia provided her. She eventually returned to the surface through a series of difficult tunnels, winding her way around and around, compressing even more of the cow down to featureless mush inside her through the exertion.

When she wasn’t dwelling beneath the city, looking for company or meals alike, she had a humble hut outside the walls. A thriving garden grew there, with flowers and herbs of many colours and scents. Yet there was still a patch that had been less vibrant, barely more than a few sprouts reaching from the dirt. That would do. The journey had ensured Nia’s trip through the snake’s digestive system was complete, and so it was time to drop her off and make good use of her as fertilizer for the soil.

A quick glance around to ensure she was entirely alone, and Thastillith positioned herself, lower coils raised and curled, slit pointed at that patch of dirt that awaited what was left of the former cow. The long, slow, and slightly pleasurable process of smoothly relieving herself made Thast give the occasional twitch or sharp breath. It was mostly nothing more than dense, solid logs of snakeshit piling up in the serpent’s garden, but her digestive system wasn’t perfectly thorough. A few tufts of hair remained, embedded deep, along with some broken up bits of bone. That would be especially good for the soil, which made the slight tickle and strain of pushing out those more solid pieces worth it.

Thastillith slowly hummed to herself throughout the rather undignified process, letting satisfaction flood her body. There was no one there to judge her for enjoying it. She could make whatever sounds she liked, even if those included outright moaning while she got rid of Nia. The process itself was pleasurable, but more than that, there was a grim satisfaction in knowing how thoroughly she’d annihilated such a strong, if undisciplined being. All that meat, all that strength, all that willpower that used to be a person, an adventurer at that, and yet her story ended there, getting pushed out of a giant snake’s tail end. Thast couldn’t help but find herself a little aroused at the thought, giving those lusty hisses, but she remained focused on the crude task.

When she was finally done, she left Nia behind to feed the dirt as a mound of fresh, bone-flecked snakeshit, and the rest was all for Thast to keep. The nutrients, the energy, even the extra fat layered onto those thick coils to give the cobra a little extra cushion while she slithered about, that was all Nia was anymore. Her party was never going to know what happened to her, but then, they had their own problems to worry about. Thast hoped the delicious cow would have forgiven her for such an indulgence, if she was still capable of that or indeed of thinking anything at all ever again.

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[b]Ending 2[/b]

(Breeding, cloaca sex, venom play)

Nia eyed the snake up and down, though a few good looks was all it took to make her quite quickly throw all caution aside. The way those thick coils flexed and undulated with Thast’s slightest movements and her slow, steady breathing, the way those scales glinted like the whole snake was made of precious metal, it all had a way of making the cow drop all her defenses. She wasn’t even thinking about whether or not she could have battled her way out of those coils if it proved necessary, which was unusual for her. Typically, Nia sized up nearly everyone she met, but with Thast, she simply stepped forth to open herself up to that embrace.

“I’d like that a lot. And so much more. But that’s probably what you’re implying already.”

“You catch on quickly.” Thastillith offered what looked like a small smile, unfurling herself so that her coils were open to Nia.

The cow took one more look and simply let herself fall right into that huge, full-body hug. Thast caught her before she could fall all the way, supporting that strong bovine with her gripping body. It was the most comfortable Nia had ever been. She found herself quickly, and yet gently overtaken by that mighty hug, squeezed from top to bottom, but never crushed, never choked. Thast knew all the best places to wrap herself around, only making Nia feel sexier with her bust pushing out like that, with her butt getting a nice coil-lift, and the bulge of her aroused shaft held nicely between two loops of Thast’s body.

For a moment, Nia regretted not stripping her clothing and armour off before approaching. Thast could take care of that. With deft movements of her tail, and then her mouth, the snake cautiously pulled on one piece of Nia’s outfit after another. The cow held quite still throughout the process. For one, feeling those lips on her reminded her how close she was to the cobra’s deadly fangs. Another part of it was just how much she was enjoying being helplessly stripped down, feeling that forked tongue flicking over her increasingly naked form, dancing and teasing, and certainly tasting plenty too.

When Thast managed to loop her tongue into a strap near Nia’s groin, the cow couldn’t help a moan. The sound was an understatement compared to what she felt, but the sight of her cock springing up, stiff, flared, and outright dripping made the message clear. Thast admired that thick dick from nearby for a time, flicking her tongue to take in the cow’s scent but never outright licking it. She was polite enough to ask first.

“May I? I am quite good with my mouth, if you trust me.”

“Yup.”

Nia knew she should have thought a little harder about accepting such an offer. Yet she couldn’t go on living if she missed such an opportunity. Slowly nodding, taking a deep breath that made the coils loosely around her chest rise and fall, she hoped that would be permission enough. Thast started slowly, licking up and down that solid spire, making Nia leak a whole mess of juices that the snake was swift to lap up. She continued on, tasting the captive cow, savouring her from balls to blunt, broad tip, getting every single drop of precum her talented snake tongue could. Only then did she pause with a deep, pleased breath.

“Pent up lust. Exertion. And your unique something. It’s all so very tempting. I want a little more.”

There was a brief pang of something in Nia’s mind. Was the snake getting at something more when she mentioned taste? Maybe she was a fool, offering herself up on a platter, but it felt [i]so good[/i]. And that was only a preview of what Thast could really do. Snakes were very good at breathing with something in their mouth and throat alike. That meant the cobra could part her lips and go down on Nia’s cock all the way to the base in a single lunge, in a slow-motion cobra strike that left the cow balls-deep in that soft, wet mouth, feeling it ripple with the horny serpent’s every suck and gulp, guzzling down the mess of precum that Thast milked out with every eager knead from tip to base.

Nia felt the features of her cock standing out even more, from the bulging flare, to the taut medial ring, and several thick veins standing up especially solid while she got the blowjob of a lifetime. She could have easily broken free of that embrace, and yet she was content to leave her arms right where they were. Her wriggling wasn’t to force her way out of Thast’s coils, but merely to contend with how good it felt to have that giant serpent so expertly, even lovingly sucking her off. The urge to pump her hips and fuck that talented mouth and throat a little was one she couldn’t resist, and the cobra didn’t mind.

Those fangs were safely to each side of the bovine brawler’s plunging shaft while Nia slowly, then more vigorously fucked the hooded face that was pleasuring her. Thast’s constant hisses and perhaps slight excess of saliva pouring down Nia’s hips only told the cow everything she was doing was more than welcome. They sucked and facefucked until Nia was shuddering in that welcome grip, wondering if it was polite to reach her edge so quickly. A few more deep, full-shaft suckles and swallows from the snake, and it wasn’t a question of holding back anymore. It was simply impossible to keep from cumming herself numb when she was buried so very deep in that slick, wonderful mouth and that constantly kneading, pulsing throat milking her a little drier with every hungry gulp around her dick.

The worry for her party and the caution she had around a giant snake all melted away in favour of crying Thast’s name, or something like it, and bellowing, even mooing her way through a thick, enduring orgasm to feed the snake all the cum she had to give. Nia’s cock flared even wider, girth showing up underneath the cobra’s scales, bulging in her gullet, and she drained her every drop all thanks to the snake’s constant sucks. Thast didn’t stop working her lips, her mouth, her tongue, squishing that shaft between glottis and palate, taking the utmost care to apply her smoothest surfaces to that twitching, draining cock. Nia couldn’t stop cumming, even when she swore she should have been done, she just kept going, until the corner of her mouth was twitching and her eyes were rolling back slightly, all dazed and out of focus.

Only when she was completely dry, when she’d pumped two full orgasms worth of hot, heavy bovine cum straight down the cobra’s throat did Thast let up. Nia listened to the snake swallowing down the last few shots, and then endured the slow, [i]schlicking[/i] process of Thast slipping her mouth off that well-drained shaft. The cow twitched a couple times, overstimulated, barely feeling her legs after such a mindblowing suckoff, vision only clearing after she panted for a while. She saw that hooded face in front of her this time, a little spunk still dripping from the snake’s lower lip. When Thast flicked her tongue towards the cow’s mouth, Nia didn’t hesitate to take it inside, returning the sucking in some small way, naturally falling into a deep makeout session with the snake who’d so generously sucked her into another world.

For as drained as Nia was at first, she could her strength returning in time, pulling her arms from out of Thast’s coils to instead hug the big snake right back. She rolled around with the cobra, playfully wrestling as they kissed, exchanging a little of Nia’s own cum in the process. The cow was pleasured to the point she barely felt it when she thrust against the bulge of Thast’s golden body, softened and sometimes groaning when she rubbed a little too hard. For as much as she wanted to immediately return the favour, Thast had been slightly too generous with Nia. The cow was drained, and she was going to need a rest to go again. Unless ...

A slow slide back, and Thast pulled from that kiss at last, regarding Nia from below. She spoke softly, even covertly.

“I know you just gave me so very much ... but I would like more, and I know how to help you recover.”

Nia was enjoying just squeezing the snake right back, and asserting herself a little, rubbing her strong body against that huge cobra, sharing scents. She’d grown so comfortable with Thast that she wasn’t even thinking about danger anymore, at least not until she heard that tone. Then she quirked her head and gave Thast a close look.

“And what’s that? Feel like I can guess already. Am I going to like it?”

“That depends how bold you are. And how much you trust me.” Thast slowly drew her lips back, letting those fangs gleam in the firelight. “All it would take is the smallest nip. No pain, no loss of control. Only the potent aphrodisiac effects ...”

Nia grinned. “Had my share of poison darts and blades directed my way through the years. Might be more resistant than you think. ”

“Not to me.” Thast was insistent about that. “But I will not bite without your permission.”

Nia squirmed a little, at the same time still so very attracted to the cobra wrapped around her strong body, and also completely exhausted, unable to think about sex for at least a while longer. Finally she snorted.

“Might be stupid, but I’ve been enjoying your company so much, I can’t possibly turn you down. Especially with that look on your face.”

For a moment, the snake looked like she was blushing again, or at least she would have been, with that bashful expression on her face. She flicked her tongue and took a deep breath, then slowly closed in on the cow, fangs bared.

“Stay very still.”

That was something that came naturally to the fighter, with such a mastery over her own body as she had. She didn’t breathe for those few seconds of the snake lingering near, waiting for the bite - only to find the cobra pulling back before anything happened. That made her widen her eyes with concern.

“Is something wrong? Why did you stop?”

“That was all.”

Nia reached up to touch her neck and shoulders, feeling for a wound, but she couldn’t find one. Yet she had no choice to believe Thast, especially when the effects were so immediately apparent. She’d already been so horny for that snake she could barely think, but the tiny drop of venom working through her body, lighting up her every nerve with tingly pleasure, made every throb feel like a little orgasm of its own. Even gazing at the cobra squeezing her and holding her in place, massaging her with every little flex and knead, stroking her up and down with those undulating loops of coils. Nia felt like her whole body was going to cum when every sensation was that much better.

“I will admit,” Thast began, and even her voice was more pleasurable than ever to hear. “All this time spent alone, it’s not merely that I feel lonely. I start to feel a more primal need for more than pleasure.”

She leaned extra close, giving the cow in her coils a nuzzle before continuing.

“Will you breed with me, Nia? I know we have only just met, but the cravings are [i]ever[/i] so intense ...”

“[i]Anything[/i] for you,” Nia blurted, stopped to consider, and then simply nodded. She didn’t take it back.

Thast gleamed with delight, reflecting the torchlight just a little better for a few moments. Then she tightened her coils, just a little. Nia definitely felt that. She didn’t have to do much but stay exactly as she was, stiff, leaking, and ready for a second round no matter how much the cobra had already drank from her. Thast arranged herself, slipping, sliding, stroking her guest with those lovely scales until she could lift her tail end and line up her dripping slit with that flat tip once more. Slowly squishing down on that cock, spreading herself out, wetly hissing the entire time, she brought a collective moan from them both when she got Nia past that initial resistance and deep into that tight, squeezing snake pussy, that needy cloaca that hugged so very tight around the broad flare, squishing and massaging, dousing Nia’s shaft in those fragrant juices that had been so effective at luring her into those coils.

It was like they were singing together, matching each other’s sounds of pleasure when Thast wasn’t simply hissing in Nia’s face. The flash of those fangs, the flicks of that tongue all made Nia so much harder. She licked the forked tip of Thast’s tongue and stole them for herself, sucking on them until they met in a deep kiss. An admittedly slobbery one for both of them, sharing in those tastes as Nia delved deeper in that taut cobra cunt, stretching and bulging those lower coils. She broke from their making out just to get a brief glance down, to watch the outline of her cock pushing deeper and deeper into Thast’s body, detailed down to the bulging veins with how tightly the snake's insides were hugging her big fat breeding tool.

When Nia tried to move, Thast constricted a little tighter. It wasn’t her turn. The snake shushed her when she moaned out loud, squeezing just a little of the air out her lungs, pressing down on the cow’s breasts in the process. It wasn’t Nia’s turn for that. She was just going to have to lie there and take it while Thast milked her once again. The snake pressed her sex down all the way to the base of the cow’s cock, flexed extra tight to make that bulge in her coils even more visible, to make the sucking, [i]schlurking[/i] sounds of a tight cloaca diving up and down a stiff shaft even more obscene. The best Nia could offer in exchange for all that pleasure was a mix of her moans and her outright bellows, sounding like she was halfway to flying into a rage for how good that lovely cobra was making her feel.

Thastillith milked her and rode her, squeezing her just right, administering all that pleasure until it wasn’t a question of stamina anymore. Nia was edging, squirming, writhing much like the snake herself as she neared her peak, gritting her teeth, bucking her hips with what little control of her body she still had. She wanted to hold on longer just to enjoy the pleasure Thast was giving her for as long as she possibly could. Yet when she heard that sweet, caring voice again, she knew it was all over.

“Breed me, my mighty, precious cow...”

A soft whisper like that might as well have been another shot of aphrodisiac venom straight through Nia’s veins. She came for that cobra, instantly, on command. The urge to bury her cock as deep as possible in that slit and fill Thast up with seed, to find a way to breed across the borders of species from sheer virility alone was Nia’s only need. She drove and she humped, grinding, thrusting, flare expanding to its fullest, pushing up under the softer scales of Thast’s underside. Then it was all spurting, pumping, gushing out cum to satisfy that primal desire, enraptured in the pleasure of the peak until even the snake herself was losing her grip on her partner.

That rapid flex might have been an orgasm of the snake’s own. Her slit felt wetter all around Nia’s cock, but that might have just been the cum flooding back out. Thast’s first mistake was loosening her grip in the midst of those orgasmic twitches. Overcoming the venom-induced submission, Nia was free to roll over, to wrestle that snake and get on top of her, hammering her cock in and out to help milk out even more cum. The cow might very well have slipped into a second orgasm, grunting and puffing on top of those coils, humping hard, plunging balls-deep to plap those wet scales and send juices off in all directions. Thast didn’t seem put off by the turnabout in the slightest, hissing her way through her bliss.

Nia watched that serpent face twist from surprised to simple awe, locked in mutual orgasm all throughout their grand finish. Her cock pumped and pumped, balls taut and flexing all throughout her climax, breeding that snake extra deep, filling her up until she was overflowing. Only when they were both shuddering and twitching together in an effort to prolong that ecstasy a little longer, utterly drained and satisfied, soaking in each other’s scents did Nia stop thrusting. She stayed buried in the snake’s sex, stretching out on top of her. A big squeeze hug with her mighty arms was a way of getting her back, in a sense. Thast gave a deep sigh, lazily looping some heavy coils over Nia’s back to keep her there.

Maybe Thast herself had underestimated how effective her venom was going to be on the cow. What might have been the opportunity to settle into a soothing afterglow simply made Nia snort at the mere idea of pulling her cock out of that sloshing, overfilled snakeslit. Her balls gave a tight [i]pump[/i] and then so did all of her muscles. She grabbed that thick body, hugging those coils in a bear hug of sorts, and got squeezed right back. The cobra lightly laughed, letting out a low, steady hiss that managed to divert Nia’s sex-drunk attention up to that fangy smile for a moment.

Thast’s voice was different. She spoke more deeply, in a steady, rhythmic pattern as if singing to the cow, softly. Nia clung onto every word.

“That’s it. There is nothing more you need to do but please me. Give yourself over, and you’ll get everything you need. Over and over. In and out. Breathe it all in. Can you do that for me, Nia?”

The more she listened, the more Nia felt those words rather than heard them. Yet she understood on a deeply instinctual level. Her hips were already moving. Her head was empty, and her body was fully devoted to pleasuring that serpent yet again, to breeding with her until her powerful body didn’t have a single ounce of strength left to give. Thast wasn’t even speaking anymore, and yet her words continued ringing through Nia’s mind, repeating, cycling, keeping her mesmerized to such an extent that she felt as if she was going to fuck that sloppy slit forever.

Looping a little more of her body around her new plaything, Thast tucked Nia right in, squeezing on her but allowing her room to move. There was no need to subdue her anymore. The cow had been completely broken, snorting, drooling, staring straight ahead with an almost unblinking gaze. All that mattered was her cock jammed deep inside the snake, fucking her, pleasing her, serving her. Some of Nia’s body felt a little numb, but her dick didn’t. Her reward for such good work was the constant pleasure surging right down to her pumping, overproductive balls. A little venom did a lot, and she got ever so slightly more when Thast leaned in extra close, nipping her on the neck, and whispering into her ear.

“Such a good cow. I am going to keep you.”

The plap of bovine nuts against wet scales and the grunt of Nia’s exertion rang out through the dungeon. Everything was wet and messy, pouring all over the cold floor, unceasing, untiring. The thoughts, the purpose, the memories all felt like they dripped right out of Nia’s mind in favour of relentless rutting. She was going to fuck that snake for as long as she could last, and if she passed out she was going to wake up and do it again. A beast, a husk, a hypnotized slave to be kept and dragged away in those coils, brought back to whatever lair Thast desired, Nia definitely wasn’t going to reuniting with her party anytime soon.