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It was never truly silent in the land of the crocodile. There was always someone partaking in some grand, unspeakable indulgence. Worshippers and prisoners lined up to have a chance to see the pharaoh, or any of his extensive family. To be chosen by one of them was among the highest honours any of them could ever hope for, even for those led there in chains. And there had been ever so many prisoners plucked from their cells or dungeons for the grim march towards Queen Shepsit's bedchambers all throughout her recent pregnancy - one with an outsider, no less!

Even after giving birth to a fine array of crocodile-alligator-dragon hybrids thanks to her honoured blue-scaled guest, Shepsit's hunger had not slowed. If anything, she was more ravenous than ever. That didn't mean she was indiscriminate. The great, fat queen reclined on her bed, massive and musky, immensely tufted in all the right places. Yet even with all that weight, all that padding on her matronly form, she still had demands, and all she had to do to have them met was reach one hand out and snap her fingers.

“Fetch me a bowl of your finest noodles."

A less-experienced servant would have thought it a surprisingly mundane request. Shepsit's personal guard knew precisely what she meant. Somewhere down the chain, they'd been preparing for such, recruiting or capturing all the finest offerings for the queen to spoil her with one of her favourite meals. It didn't take long for her request to be satisfied, though it was long enough to leave her rubbing her rumbling belly and impatiently opening and snapping her jaws shut on nothing, as if practising for the chomping to come.

It was the largest bowl in all the kingdom. The burliest of the servant-guards carried it into Shepsit's chambers, bracing it on their shoulders while the contents writhed about above. That was no offering of mere pasta. Contained within were the sleekest, softest, fluffiest examples of noodle-dragons found in the land and beyond. Some remained bound, others were free to squirm all they liked, but nobody truly attempted to escape. Not even the bright white and gold one in the centre of them all, seemingly giving off some sort of light all on her own.

Shepsit locked eyes on that special one first. There was no missing her. Just a short look was enough to get that big crocodile's mouth watering. Yet there were so many other delectable morsels to choose from. Some shied from her gaze, and others wriggled up to the edge of the bowl, silently offering themselves but not daring to speak out of turn. Shepsit took her time deciding, despite her hunger. There were simply so many delightful colour schemes that got her belly rumbling, and she suspected each of them tasted as good as they looked.

Her restraint was admirable, but she couldn't wait for long. There was one of them, a particularly handsome fellow all royal blue with bright yellow fluff, looking at her with a set of soft eyes that simply made her melt. And so she had to make [i]him[/i] melt. He only flinched slightly when she went for a greedy grab, snatching him by his long neck and dragging him up out of the bowl to immediately jam into her jaws. There was no such thing as savouring a meal as far as Shepsit was concerned, especially not one like that.

Saliva flew as she wetly forced that lovely specimen straight towards her throat, closing her teeth around his hips in one big chomp without actually taking a full bite. She needed at least one of them down completely whole and uninjured so she could feel those desperate squirms slow and finally cease. No matter how willing and devoted they might have been going in, they always thrashed about once her merciless gut got to work on them.

She made sure to angle herself so all the other dragons could see that slim body getting jammed into her bulging, sagging throat. An appetizer like him barely made for more than a slight swell beneath that hefty neck fat. It jiggled along with the rest of her when she wrenched her head back to start shaking down her meal in that showy crocodile fashion. What she lacked in gulping muscles she made up for in sheer appetite. Once the dragon was snugly trapped in her throat, she let go of his legs, feeling them writhe and rub back and forth against one another on the way into her body. By the heat she felt on her tongue, she might have even managed to make that handsome noodle cum for her on the way down.

It didn't matter much. Whether lustful or terrified, it was all meat to her. With her meal's tail framed between her teeth, she fought down the brief temptation to bite down and sever that thing, preferred instead the satisfying noodle slurp that left her spit soaring through the air. A brief but punchy belch escaped her once she was done squeezing that meal down her gullet, followed by a sight. She wasn't nearly full. The moment she felt that sweet thing touch down in the bottom of her belly, surrounded by acid and bones, she made a grab for another one.

This one didn't seem nearly as compliant. All striking pink and black, she pulled away once those meaty fingers got a hold of her arm. Shepsit wasn't just fat, she had the strength to move all that weight around, and it meant plucking that noodle from the bunch was easy. The dragoness gave a cry of fright when she saw the jaws gaping before her, stretching and snapping all that spit. Shepsit didn't give a word of introduction or warning. She simply shoved those curves where they needed to be, and started [i]munching[/i].

It was only proper that the reward for resistance was being subjected to those deadly jaws. Shepsit could have made it so much worse, of course. The big [i]SNAP[/i] of her jaws looked murderous, but she in fact slowed herself down just before making contact with that soft flesh. Rather than snap the girl in two, she merely nibbled deeply on her, chewing into her form, drawing some red to blend with the pink of those scales, or soak into that supremely soft fluff. A few more motions up and down, gnawing on that treat and making her whimper was exactly the kind of thing that made Shepsit's pussy wet. The juices soaked into the forest there, bringing out a crocodilian scent for all her meals to huff, to let them know exactly how much she loved destroying dragons just like them.

A few more rough bites, a toss of her head, and she packed that thing away with haste. The many shallow wounds were going to make meeting the acids below all the more unpleasant. That tasty thing had barely touched down in Shepsit's gut before the screaming started. The croc felt it more than she heard it, drowning it out with her satisfied rumbles. That bassy voice and the gurgles of her gut had a way of pleasantly blending together once the churning really started. She was pretty sure she felt that wide-eyed blue dragon start to thrash and cry out for mercy once the sizzling began, dissolving and melting down all that meat for the cruel queen, already processing and turning them into yet more pounds upon her royal body even as she turned to look for another meal.

Twins were always so irresistible to her. She caught sight of a pair bound next to one another, one male one female, green all over with just a little red on their face and fluff. Such flavours they promised, and breaking up a set simply wouldn't do. She had two hands for a reason, and was happy to scoop up that attractive duo and force them towards her mouth, kicking and whining. They clung to each other as if for safety, but there was no saving themselves from those teeth.

Shepsit opened wide, wound up, and went in for the big, indulgent bite she craved. Mashing and gnashing deep into both their bodies all at once, she crammed her jaws with them until her cheeks were bulging. Their collective wails of anguish grew more and more muffled by her throat as she took them in - and by the sloppy, messy [i]crunch[/i] that left the juices of those sweet melon-dragons pour down her chin and breasts, settling over the curve of her prey-filled gut. She had to admit she might have got a little carried away with those two in particular.

What did it matter where they died, precisely? Their souls were forfeit to her appetite either way. Though their scales may have deflected smaller teeth, they couldn't stand up to the unmatched strength of a crocodile's jaws. The crackling, crunching process silenced their screams in record time. Shepsit bit and chewed until she felt some particularly juicy pieces of those twins snap under all the pressure. Mashing and pulverizing them, partly pulping them as she worked them down, she was surprised and perhaps even impressed to feel them still twitching. Maybe those were the dying spasms of their ruined bodies, or maybe even mangled and wrecked like that, they still clung to life long enough for her to snuff it out with the others screaming in her gut.

One last flail of their mostly limp legs with a toss of her head, and they were gone, leaving her with a set of blood-soaked jaws grinning towards the most prized meal of all. She was already working on the souls inside her, prying them from that mortal flesh. Those sustained her in a way mere meat never could, but she still desired more. The divine spark inside that white and gold dragon was calling to her. If she couldn't eat a goddess herself that particular evening, then she was just going to content herself with the next best thing.

Snatching that divine being in both hands, feeling the holy glow radiating outwards, she drooled blood and spit as she brought her morsel in closer. Even in the middle of the palace, that dragoness dared struggle. It was as good a reason as ever to chomp on her - but Shepsit wanted that beautiful creature down whole. She wanted to feel every last squirm, to hear every last scream, right up until the moment all that light died inside of her. For all the fighting from her meal, she eased that dragon in along her tongue and into her throat, totally whole, smearing those pristine white scales with the blood of her previous meals.

A long, slow slide down that wet gullet effectively muffled the celestial dragon's grunts of effort and groans of despair. Not even that divine spark could protect her from the suffering that awaited her below. It was every bit as tormentous for her as the ones wailing around her, if they hadn't already sunk down and succumbed to the hellish juices sizzling through the scales and flesh. It was all the worse thanks to the kneading grip of those meaty croc hands, pressing in on her gut deeply enough her prey could feel her massaging those acids into their bodies.

The pressure helped soften and break them up all the more as she boiled them away, dissolving them scale by scale, scream by scream. Voices quieted or went silent, until that celestial was the last one moving. With all her elegance drenched and ruined, there was nothing left to digest down into prey sludge with all the rest, to siphon through the crocodile's intestines until even her very soul was forfeit to Shepsit's appetite. That glowing energy melted down with all the rest, drained and absorbed, destroyed to make the queen fatter and leave her glowing herself, in another sense.

When all those solid shapes were processed and the eternal souls of her prey were all hers to keep forever, Shepsit gave her proudest belch. It was the kind of thing that shook the very palace, ringing out into other rooms and shaking the walls. It wasn't an unusual sound around the palace. Xerxes had come to expect it, during his extended diplomatic stay with the pharaoh. The big, heavyset crocodile was right at home in that place, and enjoying the royal treatment for as long as he was visiting.

He wasn't there representing a nation, but an empire. Some may have called him a gangster, but all he cared about was doing his best by his boss. The negotiations had gone well, and the time for talking business was long since over. It was time for him to feel like a pharaoh himself, kicking up his feet and being tended to by as many of Dematraxus' servants as he needed. Dema had been a most generous host, and happy to see his guest making the most of the indulgences he offered. He wanted to foster a good relationship with the other crocodile's powerful boss after all.

“Are you ready for the feast, Xerxes? You are not bound to it, but you are welcome to partake in our customs while you are here."

The rock-toned croc gave a shrug, sprawled over some pillows. He patted his gut a few times.

“Been feeding me well already. But I think you mean something else. And I'm [i]always[/i] hungry for that."

All Dema needed to do was clap in just the right way, and the guards led in the offerings. Xerxes lazily turned his head to regard them each one by one. The chains rattled as they were led along, bound by the neck so that a single guard could guide them, while the others stood and watched for any escapees.

“Prisoners? Or just snatched up wherever you found them?" Xerxes asked once he'd regarded the menu. It didn't sound like it made a difference to him.

“Thieves, scoundrels, blasphemers. You might be surprised how many are here because they want to be, however. I will leave it to you to figure out which is which."

A slow scan over the crowd made that a little more obvious. Some shied away from the croc's intensely fiery gaze, others attempted to meet it, only to fail after a few seconds. He could tell how eager some of them were for the attention, though it was hard to tell if the others were fearful or just shy. It was also nearly impossible to pick which one he wanted the most, but he made sure to defer to his host first. He'd already been spoiled enough.

“I imagine the pharaoh gets first dibs around here."

“Not this time. I don't typically partake, myself. I leave that for the queen. Though she has been [i]encouraging[/i] me to have a taste for myself, of late. You know how mothers are."

Xerxes didn't so much as arch a brow at that. He was well aware of the incestuous royal situation by that point. What did make him perk up was the knowledge that the presented feast was all for him. His eyes got a little wider, a little more fiery, burning with that inner dragon in his bloodline. The same blood that gave him that body heat and those adorning spikes also gave him a tongue nimble enough to run along his chops. He opened and closed his jaws a few times, swallowing some excess saliva, eyes darting around until he finally locked on someone he simply couldn't resist.

“That one. Possum boy."

He pointed, and Dema simply nodded. By the nervous scrambling on behalf of that slim, yet curvy twink, he wasn't one of the volunteers. A quick shift of his violet eyes, and he did his best to dart away as soon as he was free of his shackles. The guards were of course all over him, dragging his hissing self over until Xerxes could reach out and grab him by the pink and black tail. Casually reeling in his struggling prey, pulling him into a pair of big, scaly mitts, the croc hefted him up and got a better look at him. Despite the fearful response, he couldn't help notice that poss was a little firm, ever so slightly unsheathed and a little more with every hot breath wafted in his face, smelling of fine wine.

“Hmmm. Thief? I could see it. Got that clever look about you. But maybe you're more the type to be here willingly. What do you think, possum?"

He got no response, so Xerxes just brought him even closer, letting his inner rumbles resonate through his prey-to -be.

“Tell me your name. Don't want it to be totally forgotten, do you?"

It took some effort to muster up the courage to actually respond to someone whose voice he could feel more than hear, but eventually the possum managed a little squeak of a word, followed by some nervous babble.

“Obie. Or, that's short for - no, that's good enough."

“Your initials or something?" Xerxes shrugged. “You're right. Good enough. You ready to die, pretty thing?"

Of course he wasn't going to get an answer to that question, aside from more squeaking. He didn't want one. Another lick of his chops, and he brought that boy in close, pressing him to the heavy swell of his gut. Obie got to feel a different kind of rumbling from there. The hunger gurgled deeply inside of the croc. From mildly peckish to absolutely ravenous, he felt as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. One twink wasn't going to douse an inner fire like that, but he was certainly going to help. Xerxes felt his muscles tensing up, an inner rage fighting for control of his body when he'd only moments ago been peacefully basking. It was time to test how much that possum really wanted to be his, once he got his teeth in that cute body.

There was no restraining himself any longer. The sweet thing looked so precious, staring at him like that. Xerxes absolutely had to destroy that. He snatched Obie hard by the hips, held him exactly where he was, gripping so firmly that the poss could barely squirm. Tilting his head back, parting his jaws, and giving a great roar of ferocious need, he descended upon his prey with a mighty [i]SNAP[/i] and pinned that boy between his teeth. He didn't dig in deep just yet. Instead, he just held that curvy thing in his mouth to see what he would do.

Obie tugged back, huffed, whimpered, but he didn't dare struggle too much. Fighting would have just shredded him on those teeth. He remained there, stretched across the croc's tongue, letting his flavour soak into that palate, dooming himself with every second he demonstrated himself to be so [i]delicious[/i]. A taste like that wasn't the sort of thing Xerxes wanted to just gulp straight down. He had to get [i]more[/i] out of that little treat, and he knew just how to do it.

Grabbing Obie instead by the ankles to make sure he didn't slip away, he opened wide, and chomped down again, this time [i]hard[/i]. The [i]crnnnnnch[/i] ringing out came with a spurt of crimson rolling down those legs. Xerxes bit right into that boy's ass, then worked up, roughly gnawing into his spine. He was holding back. It would have been immensely easy to snip that cute thing into two pieces on the very first bite, but he focused instead on chewing him. Obie's shocked screams grew choked and wet in seconds. His brief attempt at madly kicking for his life went still when Xerxes bit down hard enough to leave those legs dangling limply from his jaws. It was all making him drool so much, and getting his dick hard too.

He didn't take a hand off his prey to stroke himself, leaving his cock to just throb against his belly instead. With that spine crunched and those legs useless, he took to thrashing around his prey, digging his teeth in yet deeper, cracking some ribs in the process as he left Obie flailing about helplessly bleeding between his teeth. After that, he just started munching, harshly smashing that body to pulp with gory chomp after chomp. For all his nervousness, for his slim and girly figure, Obie managed to survive through what could have killed plenty of other prey, or at least rendered them unconscious. He was gravely wounded and bleeding out after such sadistic treatment in Xerxes' mouth, but he still went down that throat alive.

That was surely all the worse for him. The big croc gave a toss of his head and whipped those legs into his jaws, along with that tail. He slurped a little, using his flexible tongue to push the treat of that meat where it needed to go, into a throat-bulging swallow that sent an attractive shape descending into his gut. There was some semblance of those ruined curves outlined beneath the scales, at least until Obie was fully in the crocodile's belly. Xerxes drummed both his hands on his gut to make it jiggle and rumble alike, welcoming him to digestive hell with a fond rumble and a pulsing cock.

“Resilient one, isn't he?" Dema mused, watching with a grin on his face. “He won't last long, though. It seems I shall have to give you your gift sooner than I expected, after such a treatment."

“Mm?" Xerxes acknowledged those words, though he didn't fully follow them in his blissed out state of predatory triumph, kneading his dying prey.

“Wear this around your neck." Dema offered an amulet adorned with the symbol of his kingdom. “Then he can be truly yours. Forever."

Xerxes could hardly see how that possum could get any deader than he was already well on his way to being, but he was intrigued. The medallion felt surprisingly warm against his chest. He examined it briefly.

“What do I have to do?"

“Your body will know, when the time comes. Not much longer now, I think." Dema gave a nod, sitting down nearby to observe.

There were a few last screams, a few last pushes and punches from the possum in the big croc's stomach, but all went silent soon enough. A deep, forceful squeeze and rumbling gurgle resulted in an extended [i]crnnnnnnch[/i] of that cute boy's body, leaving him twitching and fading in the acids dissolving him. That was satisfying enough for the croc, but before he could reach for his cock and cum about it, he felt something [i]more[/i]. He didn't know digesting someone could get even better.

Drawing that energy from the dead form of the twink churning inside him, Xerxes found it came rather naturally. He didn't even have to [i]try[/i] to digest that precious soul. It didn't take him long to figure out what was happening. There was no mistaking such an invigorating, arousing sensation. Not to mention the fading glow coming from his gut. He claimed Obie all for himself, permanently, gurgle by gurgle. That handsome thing passed further into his digestive system, adding some shine to those scales, making those balls even plumper and tighter for all the lust he granted his predator upon his miserable demise.

Xerxes snorted, grasping his dick. He couldn't help it anymore. Hopefully it wasn't against the customs or whatever. Madly stroking, grunting, growling, even roaring with crocodilian power, he jerked until he felt the very last of wisp dissolve away. That poss was [i]his[/i], and he made for a fat load of cum along with everything else he became. A huffing, gnashing, drooling croc lounged on those many pillows in front of all the other offerings, rubbing himself until he drained his enormous nuts with a thick, massive cumshot splattering all over his fattened gut and taut pecs, even into his own open jaws. There was no worrying for dignity when he was that worked up.

He kept on cumming for as long as those nuts clenched and worked out everything he got out of that sacrifice. Even when he was done, shuddering with heavy breaths, he was still stiff. It felt like he was years younger, just like that. He was going to need more souls, if they really were that damn good. Slowly standing, letting cum slide down his scales, and his gut wobble a little more than usual, he had a good look at the other meals on offer. The taste of blood on his tongue was driving him into a tranquil fury, blazing behind his eyes, steaming from his nostrils, but otherwise hidden. He had eyes only for one piece of meat before him.

“Wanna split this one?"

The cat in question was a particularly soft one. The black pantheress was one half of a set of twins, but her pair had already disappeared into Shepsit in days past. And now Mira had two sets of crocodile eyes looking her naked form up and down. Smooth, sleek, and supremely curvy, she was enough meat for both their bellies. The only question was how they were going to divide her if indeed Dema chose to take his guest up on such an offer. The pharaoh gave a brief chuckle.

“Bold to make such a suggestion to a king in his halls, but I won't fault you for it. I'll just consider it a matter of you sharing your own customs with me."

“Yeah, we can go with that." Xerxes flashed a classic crooked crocodile grin.

It was difficult to read Mira's precise expression when she got released from the shackles and pushed into the clutches of the crocodiles, passed back and forth between them, groped all over her plump body. The attention was enough to get at least a small rumble from her, though she remained rigid, perhaps too fearful to move. Xerxes reached under her arms and picked her up with ease to get a little squirm going, holding her out towards the pharaoh like a gift.

“Can't tell me you look at this and don't want to take a [i]bite.[/i]"

“Hmm. You make a very good point." Dema nodded slowly, leaning in to inspect the cat even more closely. “Does such an honour befit this one? To be a part of a king? I [i]do[/i] enjoy feline meat, it's true ..."

The more he spoke, the more squirms he got out of the pantheress. She didn't say a word. Nothing she could have said would have helped her chances. Her fate was sealed. Up she went when Dema placed his hands on her as well, leaving her stretched out between the crocodiles, examined and squeezed, anticipation building. She'd seen what had happened to Obie. Xerxes took a deep breath of her and gave a satisfied rumble, but he differed to his generous host before taking the first bite.

Dema considered a little longer, glancing briefly at his surroundings. If he was going to indulge, he needed to make it a [i]show[/i] worthy of a king like him. He looked for the juiciest part of the pantheress, took a breath of his own, and finally opened his jaws. Moving slow at first, he tensed his muscles until he could put all his strength into a lunging, snapping [i]bite[/i] that latched onto one of those ample legs all at once. The big cat screamed when those teeth dug deep into her body, and she didn't get any quieter once Xerxes joined in.

Neither of them actually ate any of her yet. They simply chewed on her and drew blood from her curves, gnawing their way along her thighs and ass, her belly and tits. She was left dangling and struggling, weaker by the second, fur stained crimson as the frenzy continued. Her voice faltered. She looked as if she might pass out or go limp under their assault, arms hanging down past her head when they turned her upside down. Each of them took one of her thighs in their jaws and held her there for a few seconds, exchanging a glance of hungry eyes. They both had the same idea.

Mira found the strength to struggle again when two powerful crocodiles began to demonstrate their unique way of splitting her between them. Rather than bite her in half at the waist, they turned her into a screeching, flailing wishbone. Such anguish was mercifully short. They worked quickly and efficiently to gruesomely snap her in two, right down the middle, each wrenching their gory half away and stuffing that cat into their jaws. Two big crocs gnashed and chomped, chewing and swallowing all that cat meat until their bellies were full, munching up along those legs, all the way up until they could crush what remained of her skull together. Despite the furious hunger driving them, they worked as if they were having a ceremonial feast, syncing up naturally, down the last bloody, crunching bite.

Two big gulps left their guts full of feline. Sharing her like that was hardly a feast for either of them, but they nonetheless rubbed their bellies and shared a belch with satisfaction. There was only one question that remained. Who was to get that precious soul, before it departed from their clutches? They'd eaten roughly the same amount of her. Dema wasn't averted to sharing that either. He made a gesture, a simple one that was nonetheless effective in manipulating that eternal energy. It followed his command. Holding out his hand to Xerxes, he offered a wisp of light.

“Open your mouth, and take this piece of her. We will both serve as her eternal resting place."

Xerxes was happy to have more soul after how much he'd enjoyed the first one. He did as instructed, and found his body working all on its own to take in that energy, that piece of Mira's existence to keep all for himself. Those final moments were surely all the more horrifying, having her very sense of self dissolved inside of two crocodiles all at once, but it was soon over. They absorbed her and claimed her as surely as they digested what was left of her body, packing some additional bulk onto their massive bodies. It wasn't much. The biggest mark she left was the blood staining their scales, and Dema's royal attire.

The pharaoh took a cloth from the feasting table and wiped at his mouth, inadequately. There was still plenty of red clinging to him, but he was slightly more dignified after that. A few pats to his belly, and he gave another soft laugh.

“She certainly didn't last long. Nor did I, once I got a taste of her. It's important to assert our nature now and then. We are crocodiles, after all. I should thank you for reminding me of that."

Xerxes offered his crimson grin. “Tasty cat. Another fave of mine. Along with all the others."

“Is there anyone here you [i]wouldn't[/i] eat?" Dema asked, his expression calm once more.

“That one." Xerxes pointed to a pretty doe bound with the others, all bright and pigtailed. “Not because she isn't my type. She looks fuckin' delicious. But because she's been looking at you a special way all night."

Dema turned to look. The deer didn't even avert her gaze. She bravely stared right at him, and he took no offence to that. Instead he gave a warm smile and approached, even bending down to get to her level. She was tall, but not nearly as towering as him.

“Ah, Abigail. Abandoned your foolish faith and found your new god at last, have you? Come to offer the greatest form of worship?"

She looked like she was going to say something, but the words were lost to awe. Instead, she stared up, eyes shining. That didn't change when she was unbound. Freely walking with the pharaoh when he offered his hand, she gave no sign of struggle or even of fear. Xerxes snorted at the sight.

“Won't be so happy about it when the reality hits you," he said, somewhat softly.

“You might be surprised, dear Xerxes. Devotion is what got me where I am today, and what keeps me in this position. It is something to be honoured whenever I recognize it." He turned back to Abby, slowly lifting her up into his grasp, gripping her fine rump. His voice was soft, even warm, despite his intent. “I shall grant you the reward of belonging to me and no one else."

He squeezed her a little tighter, a little possessively. There was no need to assert himself. He'd already won her over from afar before they ever truly met. Her eyes were wide with adoration, with a slightly blank yet nonetheless flattering reverence for his kingly visage. Dema demonstrated his patience simply holding her for a time, admiring her right back, in a very different way. She was all his. His worshipper, his meat, and his soul to take. Such devotion deserved a gentle introduction to his jaws.

Opening wide enough to ensure she didn't prick herself on his many deadly teeth, Dema leaned in slowly to ease her into the process of being swallowed alive by her new god. Abby didn't so much as flinch. It seemed perhaps for a moment she was simply frozen by the sight of that maw descending upon her, but the squirm of her hips and the moan that escaped her was far from horror. She let all the other offerings know just how much she loved it as Dema slowly pushed her naked body into his mouth. He lightly kneaded her shoulders with the roof of his mouth and her breasts with his tongue, but he never so much as nibbled on one as precious as her.

She was no small meal to anyone else, but he swallowed her with ease. Working those tits down into the bulge of his throat, letting the scales sag with that enticing outline, he hummed and nodded his approval with every passing taste. She was exactly what he craved. All her fragrance and her warmth felt so very good within his reptilian body. He needed more, and he claimed her with his grip and his swallows, slowly lifting her to follow the tilt of his head. When she slipped along his tongue far enough to let him taste her sex, he paused there to linger on her flavour.

What he lacked for licking, Abby herself made up for with the generous rolls of her hips. Grinding on her pharaoh's tongue left rivers of her juices rolling down his throat. Dema drank them down as greedily as he swallowed the rest of her. Abby only needed a few seconds, a few good strokes and grinds, to make herself cum for him. Of course that was allowed. The muffled bleat and the twitching legs between his teeth were as much of a delight for the crocodile devouring her as the taste of her eruption, squirting on his tongue all the way into the embrace of his wet throat.

She had such nice, long legs. The thought of biting into them certainly crossed Dema's mind, but he fully intended to reward the deer's reverent behaviour. He kept the swallows slow and gentle, no matter how much he might have enjoyed demolishing her tender body. Only when she was a pair of hooves between his teeth did he speed the process up a little. With his head pointed straight up, he made that bulge slide all the way down into his gut, to join the meat already digesting there. He had been benevolent enough to spare her his teeth. His stomach was not going to show her the same mercy.

In an instant, she was squirming, her voice muffled by the hissing and the rumbling. His belly pulled tighter around his prey to drench her in the juices of her unmaking while he patted her with a satisfied smile. Sometimes he heard or felt a muffled gasp that seemed as if it was building to a scream, but she didn't get that far. Not yet.

“Good girl. You shall be at home on my scales, a soul for my collection, to feed your god's body."

That praise did seem to calm her down within him at least for a time. The process of being digested alive was one that even those of the greatest willpower couldn't remain steady forever. There were faint cries within him as he moved to join Xerxes on the pillows, reclining in the aftermath of their small but satisfying indulgence, digesting what was left of their prey. There were still so many to eat, but that could wait. Or it could, until more hungry reptiles entered the picture.

Eve and Shepsit had been spending plenty of time together ever since the big blue dragon-gator knocked up the queen. She was not quite part of the royalty herself, but a frequent visitor. The guards deferred to her as readily as the king and queen themselves, and that meant she was as free as any of the others to stride right up to the offering line and make a selection as if it was her own personal buffet. She tapped a finger to her chin as she considered the meals before her. There were plenty left to make her mouth water, but it didn't take her long to decide precisely who she needed.

“Ah, how kind of you. You have brought me two of my favourite things," she said in her casually sultry voice. She didn't elaborate on what those things might have been, precisely, she simply claimed what she desired.

Taking a soft husky girl from the shackles, along with a trim crow fellow, she ushered them over while they gazed at her. The dog, a somewhat short, more heavy-set one with ample curves all over and a soft belly, had a slight whimper to her as she followed her new guide, her owner. Her icy eyes reflected the kind of wonder that standing in the presence of such an elegant hybrid inspired. The bird was less awestruck and more resistant, so Eve tugged him along a little more firmly. By the extra bindings around his wrists, he was a particularly troublesome one even at such a small size.

He opened his beak as if to say something, or maybe just to squawk, but all that came out was a faint choking sound. Eve tipped her head at him and reached down to stroke through the hair he had atop his feathered head.

“Mm. Silenced this one, I see. I can sense a magical aura about him. A shame I will not get the chance to learn your name before your end, boy."

“That one's called Remy," Dema said from where he reclined. “A meddler before he was caught."

“A meddler he says, well that won't do at all." Eve crouched down to the crow's level, softly breathing in his face. “I merely chose you for the promise of your taste, but now it seems I must punish a naughty birdy. Come, be mine, sweet Remy."

The crow managed a little squawk at that, choked but audible. That was as far as he got. Wiggling his fingers in his bindings didn't seem to get him anywhere. That was more than rope tying his wrists together. Whatever power dwelt within him was suppressed by some charm upon the golden fibres. Eve wasn't going to have any trouble digesting such a thing. She didn't bother to untie him before she swept him off his feet with a single hand, clutching him by the rump in a soft grip, no matter how much he kicked to get away from her.

Her devouring style was not unlike Dema's, though she made more noise to make absolutely certain her prey and everyone else around her knew exactly how much she enjoyed it. Moaning, smacking, rumbling her way through her slow feast, she fed him into her jaws feather by feather. His struggles were easy to suppress when his power had already been taken away. She gripped his butt, squeezed tight, and left him with his legs merely dancing about when they should have been kicking madly. It was partly the strength, and partly just the stimulation. Kneading into those fine, glossy cheeks had a way of subduing that bird, even in a moment of utter panic.

He didn't get a chance to make much more noise. Eve's gullet silenced all. Though she looked largely like a gator, her hybrid nature was apparent in her powerful [i]gulps[/i]. She didn't have to shake her prey down like the others, though once her teeth framed those broad hips of her meal's slender form, she started to do just that anyway. It was always such a good part of the show. Eve remained well aware of her audience, letting that boy flail about and lose a feather or two in the process of getting drawn over her violet tongue and wrapped up in her lightly bulging throat. For a woman like her, Remy was hardly a shape in her gullet.

She got his legs nicely positioned on her tongue, and then made them disappear with one more commanding swallow. That was all it took to turn him into a hidden swell in her great soft middle. Her time spent visiting the queen had left her even softer there than usual, complimenting her great, matronly form all the better. Remy was going to be little more than a small contribution to all that blue, but it wasn't going to make digesting him any less pleasant. A faint gurgle was already starting up as soon as that bound crow wizard touched down at the bottom of Eve's gut, but she was far from sated.

“And what might your name be, sweet dog? I hope you're a little more talkative than the last one."

The husky looked left and right, but the longer Eve loomed, the more her gaze drifted back to lock on that big blue dragator. She didn't quite meet Eve's eyes, but she looked into that gentle smile.

“Layla."

“Mmm. Such a pretty name for a pretty pup. Will you be just as good a doggy for me while I'm swallowing you down?"

That wasn't the kind of question Layla could answer. She didn't panic, though. That much was an accomplishment. If anything, she was mostly blushing deeply when Eve scooped her up. The gator needed both hands to properly grope that cushy butt, and she dug deeply into those curves until she got a satisfactory yip from the soft dog. Layla blushed even harder at that. She couldn't keep her tail from wagging from all the attention, and her pussy was pleasantly wet by the time Eve parted her jaws, ready to add to her meal, with the bird still squirming around inside of her.

With that wide-eyed, adoring look on the dog's face, Eve could have easily gone in for the claiming chomp right there. Instead, she tried a new angle. She raised the husky high, and slowly lowered that fine rump into her jaws, little by little. Layla had plenty of time to realize exactly what was happening to her, but that didn't make her huff and fuss any less. She whimpered and whined her way between those teeth, even if Eve was especially gentle with her, but for a little nibble here and there. Such a good ass simply required a bit of extra attention before the gulp.

Folding Layla into her snack, testing that soft dog's flexibility, Eve simply let gravity take its course until her gullet was bulging with a shapely backside. Only then did she reach up to adjust her prey and stuff the husky in a little more efficiently, but it was mostly for her meal's comfort. That she took such care with her present meal while her gut treated her previous one so nastily wasn't lost on her, but she could be as gentle as she wished until her body refused to cooperate further. Layla's moans were worth the effort.

Dipping down until only her head and paws were framed between Eve's teeth, Layla gave one last small whimper that grew into a moan so sharp it was more like a scream. She came on the gator's tongue before she was fully tucked away, wetly sliding down that broadly bulging throat, forced into that squished shape while the muscles of that tunnel rippled all around her. It was one long sigh of a descent until she touched down in the awaiting chamber. Picking up speed on the way meant breaking her fall atop the one already trapped there.

Remy was already writhing in digestive acids, and soon he found himself pinned down to the very bottom of the hybrid's belly by the hefty husky ass coming right down on top of him. He pushed and struggled, but remained trapped beneath that butt. Layla couldn't do anything to help him out, either. She was far too trapped in that stomach, with the walls hugging around her, ready to digest her. Remy was just going to have to pick between suffocating beneath soft husky or drowning in belly acids. Given how much work those juices had already done to strip him of his feathers, meeting his end a little faster was probably more a blessing than anything.

A pat of her belly, a belch, and a satisfied grin was Eve's declaration of satisfaction. A modest meal compared to others she'd shared with the queen, but she was content to relax with the king and his guest after arranging that pairing in her gut. Her middle wobbled and sloshed with her steps when she moved to arrange herself on those many pillows. By the time she was all stretched out, the activity inside of her was kicking up. She tapped on the outlines of her prey when she heard them scream - mostly on Layla, since Remy's beak was buried beneath her. Getting digested alive wasn't nearly as pleasant as getting slowly, lovingly swallowed by the dragon gator herself, but once those souls were part of her, all would be forgotten.

Shepsit showed no such restraint. She was not the sort of predator who prided herself on an impeccable prey experience. Instead, she was lustfully clutching a pair of supposed predators together as making a sandwich out of them. One without filling, but nonetheless. The lion and the hyena were both big, built guys who might have even claimed some of the shackled prey themselves in other circumstances. Instead, they found themselves mashed closely together by Shepsit's greedy grip, forced to frot and grind on one another in the process of struggling to peel their muscled bodies away from each other. The crocodile's jaws were snapping and clacking closer and closer to their heads, and they didn't have much time.

Maybe if they stopped fighting each other for a moment and actually worked together they might have managed something, but it all would have been in vain anyway. Their fate was sealed the moment Shepsit laid eyes on them and the thought of what a good pair they'd make crossed her mind. She clacked her jaws together a few times before she went in for the bite. Getting her teeth around them both at once took a stretch, even for her, but she got them both all the way down to the chest, digging into their backs all at once. The meaty [i]crnnnnnch[/i] of bones snapping meant much of the struggle was immediately drained from that set, replaced by panic and pain.

If they were going to go in together, she simply had to soften them up a little. It was only reasonable. Gnawing and crushing, smashing through bone with minimal effort, and jamming at their struggling legs with her hands to force them deeper, she all but blended them on the way towards her throat. They still technically entered her gullet whole, moaning and grunting with agony, but they were more than punctured. It was difficult to breathe after that much internal damage, made all the worse by the grip of the gullet all around them as they slipped past the threshold and into the darkness.

The more of them she got inside her, the less Shepsit chomped on them. It wasn't necessary anymore when she successfully got past their broad shoulders and started working down towards their waists. There was some spark of arousal between the two rivals the the time she got past the middle point, but she largely ignored that. Their shafts were trapped against each other's anyway, protected from her teeth but dodging her tongue on the way down to their fate. It was just something to make them writhe a little more before their demise.

Shepsit had done well digesting her way through all the dragons she'd eaten, but she still had a belly full of meat and bone to introduce them to. Such handsome fellows, such proud predators, and soon they were dunked down into digestive gunk, on their way to becoming something like it themselves. At least they finally managed to pry themselves apart when they actually settled into the stomach awaiting them. It didn't do them much good, but it did mean there was plenty more room for them to struggle and thrash all throughout their agonizing deaths inside the queen. If it was supposed to be an honour, they found no pleasure in such a devotion.

Xerxes had been watching the show the entire time, idly stroking his cock. Such a thing might have been obscene in the court of any other king, but the pharaoh had been nothing but encouraging of such indulgences. Nor did Dema seem to mind how much attention his guest was giving to the queen. He watched the other croc's hand going up and down with some consideration, not for playing with it himself, but wondering just what it might take to ensure all his guest's needs were met. Xerxes made that much clear himself, in time.

“So, there's just one thing I don't get," he said, still stroking mid-conversation.

“And what's that, dear guest?"

“That queen of yours. I keep hearing conflicting things around the place. Just forgive me if I'm a little slow to pick up on it all."

“What sort of conflicting things?" Dema asked, though the realization struck him in the middle of saying such. He lightly laughed. “That she is my mother and among my wives alike?"

“Nah, not that." Xerxes gave a shrug. “No judgement here. You've got good taste. Something else."

“Speak freely. You are our guest."

“Just wondering, are you two, uh, [i]exclusive?[/i]"

“Mm?" Dema's eyes lit up. The stone-coloured croc's tone was intriguing to him. Few dared to sound so devious around him. “Certainly not. Why, she even carries the young of particularly honoured guests, like dear Eve."

Xerxes was nothing if not bold. Perhaps reckless. But he showed no hesitation to ask his question. “When do I get a turn?"

That question hung in the air. Others may have taken it as a sign to immediately back up and apologize, perhaps to beg for mercy from the frequently cruel pharaoh. Instead, he doubled down.

“Figure you two might be open to that sort of thing, given what you get up to."

Fortunately, Dema's response was in a positive, even aroused rumble. “Hmmm. Mmhmm. I of course shall not speak for my queen, but you need no permission from me."

Xerxes turned over to the huge, fat, hairy-snatched crocodile. He grinned, and so did she.

“Really boys, I'm right here. I can still hear you over all the belly noise."

And it was a [i]lot[/i] of noise, most certainly. The screaming was going silent inside her, and inside Eve, replaced by the grinding, mulching process of sloppy digestion. She was still working on her meals, but that just meant she was all the more aroused. Already soaking with desire, soaking in the scent of the crocodile guest the whole time, she was ready to spread her legs and offer herself to the big brute. Xerxes was heavier-set than her son. It remained to be seen how his fucking compared. She leaned back, and beckoned to him, her grin utterly lecherous.

“Well, come on. Let's see how good you breed a queen."

That was exactly the sort of phrase to get Xerxes rumbling, and his eyes flaring up with that inner fire. His brute crocodile strength was more than enough. The spark of dragon blood - true, deep, dark dragon, rather than the civilized version - was exactly the sort of thing to help him overachieve. He stood tall for a moment, just so he could sprawl himself between the thighs of the queen. She was bigger and heavier than him, but that was fine. She was already in position. His cock was plenty fat enough for her, and he wasted no time finding his spot between her thighs, dipping through the musk-drenched forest to part her folds with his stiff, aching dick.

Dema didn't look away for an instant. He watched closely, partly to inspect the other croc's work, partly just to admire the scene. Xerxes was not a gentle lover. He didn't know the meaning of foreplay. Yet that was just the sort of thing Shepsit required. She huffed and groaned when she felt that cock get shoved inside her. Xerxes bottomed out in a second, spreading her out and smacking his nuts against her folds. He let her juices soak over his balls for a few seconds before pulling back, swinging his big tail, giving a good roar, and starting to plap that queen.

That kind of forceful pace would have annihilated someone smaller than him. He got it all out, all that pent up lust that came with digesting people, and maybe even a bit of rage about something or other. At least it seemed as much, watching him utterly pound that big croc woman. Shepsit moved swiftly from anticipation, to pleasurably intrigued, to rocking and writhing alone with his every thrust, bellowing out when she wasn't simply rumbling. Their guts wobbled with every motion. Her prey-fattened thighs rippled with the impact of his thrusts, until her whole body was jiggling under that much [i]power[/i].

Dema had heard those noises before. He couldn't say whether Shepsit was exaggerating or not. Nonetheless, she was moaning when she wasn't simply gnashing. Xerxes gnashed right back. Crocodile breeding was always a bitey thing, especially in Dema's kingdom. They didn't much use those teeth on each other from that position, but they came close. It never interrupted the steady [i]thump thump[/i] of Xerxes' driving rhythm, or something like a rhythm anyway. Mostly it was all power, all strength, without any of the piddly finesse smaller guys might have utilized. He was huge and strong, and that was all he needed to be to rut that croc queen into a breeding heat, ready for his seed.

He could already feel her getting wetter and wetter around him. Driving into her, growling, clutching and clawing her, he brought the steam and musk out of her with each squelching thrust, burying himself balls-deep again and again. The plaps were deafening. Even a few of the guards turned their attention from their constant vigilance to observe what was happening, so openly, so boldly, and right in front of the king himself. Xerxes didn't pay any mind to the extra attention. His goal was set on knocking up the wife of his gracious host. It was the perfect way to seal their successful diplomatic meeting.

A little deeper, a little harder still went the fiery croc atop the fat queen. He was fully exerting himself, pouring all his considerable strength into a woman he knew could take it all. For once, he didn't have to hold back, and he revelled in that rare treat. And in a surprisingly tight, plump pussy wrapped around his dick, squeezing on him, all but demanding he cum inside that gorgeously rotund woman. Gripping her by the tits, giving her a roar that he got right back, he threw himself forward and bottomed out with his balls twitching hard, buried in her tuft, pressed up against her oversized lips, ready to fill her royal womb with his seed.

The acoustics of that grand feasting chamber made his last plaps ring out and echo as much as the great big [i]squirrrch[/i] of croc cum gushing into the queen's cunt. Xerxes rutted her full, fucking a few more times to make sure he drove it all it, getting milked by those orgasmic clenches. His nuts pumped hard, working overtime, taking all that extra protein from his meals and turning it into jizz. Those melted souls helped him breed Shepsit nice and full, until her sex was overflowing to her thighs with all that croc cum welled up inside of her, splashing and splattering over her scales and then slowly dribbling down, clinging to her.

When Xerxes pulled his slick cock out of her, not exactly one for aftercare, he left her with the kind of mess that demanded cleaning. There were still shackled offerings ready to be called forth for such a duty. But Shepsit wasn't going to be satisfied with that. She continued her rumbling for a time, stretching out all the more, leaning back to all but crush some of those pillows, belly sloshing, pussy dripping. It all gave Dema a clear view of everything Xerxes had given her. The only thing that could distract the king from such a sight was the sensation of his mother-queen's insistent glare.

Even Xerxes wasn't bold enough to suggest that. Yet the queen kept staring, nodding her head slowly in response to Dema's returned gaze.

“You know what to do, [i]son.[/i]"

So rarely did she address him as such, unless she truly meant it. When Xerxes realized what they were up to, his grin got bigger than ever. He made sure to give them room. It wasn't every day he got to see a king, a pharaoh even, eat his cum from the pussy he just fucked. There was nothing subservient about it on Dema's behalf. He simply did it because it was the right thing to do, admittedly throbbing when he went down on Shepsit and buried his royal head in her drenched hair, sucking and lapping at it as best he possibly could. When his tongue wasn't nimble enough for the task, he simply opened his mouth and scooped up as much of that spunk as he could, eating it right off those scales and that sex alike.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Look at you go. Takes a big man to swallow your pride like that. And my spunk."

Xerxes' tone was at the same time teasing and full of admiration. Dema wasn't bothered by it. Nor did he mind that the other croc was getting so much pleasure out of it all. Eve joined with Xerx, pressing up to his hip, leaning in on the scene. She stroked herself at first, then gave a fond little hum as she chose to insteads reach over and help out the croc beside her. He snorted at first, then soon went along with it, returning the favour himself without hesitating. When the king himself was down on all fours lapping up someone else's cum, it would have been simply cowardly not to stroke such a lovely lady's cock.

“Mmm. Such a sight, isn't it? But a true ruler knows how to indulge in [i]all[/i] kinds of pleasure," the blue hybrid said.

“Uh huh. Mmm. Good with your hands, aren't you?"

“Very good." She gave him a warm smile.

After all that observing, the both of them were plenty stiff, edging so close that they didn't need much to get off. The show alone was nearly enough. Eve gave that crocodile a nice, tender cock massage that was far more effective than it looked. It was so much slower than the constant jerking he gave her in return, but it was making the big guy growl and rumble alike. He even managed a decent bellow when she squeezed him just right and made him squirt. Eve didn't worry about moving out of the way when the croc's cum shot forth. She was happy to let it splash on her tits if she got to cum on him right back.

Xerxes let those ropes pour over his belly and gave Eve a good glaze across those fat tits. They were all the plumper thanks to her stay with the king and queen, and all the pleasures that came with that. The two of them made such a mess of each other that they couldn't help painting their surroundings too. Those pillows got plenty of their combined cum splashed over them, and when they got into the moment enough they ended up firing a few ropes in the direction of the king and queen. Xerxes looked up from a huffing orgasm to see a fresh splatter of spunk on Dema's scales. The first thing he did was grin.

“Heh heh. Whoops. Didn't mean to hit ya, but it really doesn't look like you mind."

Aside from the occasional break to tilt his head back and shake down all the cum welled up on his tongue, Dema tended to his task without interruption. Not even the splash of cum on his back could distract him. He couldn't possibly manage to get every single drop. More and more oozed from that well-fucked cunt as he worked. All that seed was enough to give Shepsit yet more young, and Dema made sure she was tended to and satisfied with his work before he finally pulled back. Wiping at his jaws with the back of his hand was hardly adequate to get at all the cum clinging to him. Xerxes wore a consistently gleaming grin, just looking at the pharaoh and admiring that unexpected sight.

“Ahhh. Such good men to keep me company." Shepsit gave a big, satisfied sigh, interrupted by yet another belch. She patted her belly a few times. “And yet more souls to add to my body. I think it's time we visited the [i]pit[/i]. Might you come along, Dema?"

“That's where I shall draw the line," the pharaoh said, his voice ever so slightly flustered. “Hmmf."

“Well, I'll keep ya company," Xerxes said.

“I as well. Such sweet souls they were, all gone, for my pleasure. And such pleasure it is." Eve all but sang her words as she rose, rubbing her middle with both hands.

As a threesome, they departed, leaving Dema to flop back and do his best to relax once more. Such an indulgence, but if his mother was content, then so was he. There was no need to think about it further. Though perhaps he was going to need some company in his bedchambers to rut out everything it made him feel. Perhaps he could wait for Shepsit herself to return, though it was going to be some time. They had plenty to do, somewhere well away from the feasting chamber,

A retreat from the chamber, somewhere past the baths, left the trio shaking their surroundings with their sheer bulk, made all the heavier by the sacrifices to their fat guts. Xerxes was content to follow those gorgeous women anywhere. He was still grinning to himself, thinking back over everything he'd just seen. His boss was going to be [i]so[/i] pleased with him, and she was going to want every detail too. He just had to do his best to recall it all in as much detail as he could.

Shepsit found their destination quickly, and led them along to the great golden thrones that awaited them. It was not any sort of royal court, but merely a place for beasts of their size to park themselves for some relief. Shepsit didn't need to offer an explanation. Nor did she wait for them to get settled. Instead, she swished forth and climbed up on the sturdiest seat of all, one meant just for her. In truth, she'd lost count of how many people she'd digested, and how many souls she'd absorbed forever. It all came out the same when she was done with them.

A long, heavy shit of all those former dragons, along with that predatory pair who got churned together left her grunting her satisfaction. Xerxes and Eve found their spots and joined in the dirty ritual as well. The finale of their meals, the permanent, soul-drained demises of all those captives and volunteers alike ended the same way. They padded the heft of those scaly predators, and they got squeezed out to plummet below, forgotten and undesired.

When they were done, it was time to turn their attention to the royal baths, where the various servants were sure to admire all their new shapes and added pounds. Xerxes could go for some good hands on his belly after a satisfying dump like that. Though he couldn't rule out the possibility of getting hungry again. That was never a problem in that place. He was going to miss that. He turned his attention to the queen when she cast him a gaze on their way to where the waters flowed. She was wearing such a lecherous grin, more so even than the usual.

“Well, handsome. It seems your stay is almost over. I'll extend the same courtesy to you as to the lovely Eve here. You're welcome back [i]anytime.[/i]"