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Overlooking the Cradle of Dalon

Day 1: Arrival Celebration

I love my job. I know it's a lot of work and it keeps me busy a lot of the time, but I love it either way. My friends and allies tell me that it's stressful and that I need to take breaks every now and then, but I don't feel the same way. My job is my passion, my life. I'd do what I do even if I wasn't getting paid and I'd still love every minute of it. The only reason I even take a salary is because for the longest time I had bills to pay and bellies to feed - one of them particularly large and ravenous - but in time I got to the point where I was able to relax and take time off without worry of starvation or eviction.

And yet still, I couldn't help but keep working. Even once I established NoThEn Labs and its parent company, I kept my focus on my work and never let it go. It doesn't matter what I do or where I go or who I'm with, I'm always thinking up new ways to mix spells and potions to create new effects that will make my clients and customers happy.

As the CEO and chief supplier to NoThEn Labs, my job is to keep my company on the cutting edge of alchemical technology while keeping profits up for the employees and various outlets. After what felt like a dozen lifetimes, the labs have managed to do their jobs and make the world a better place for those looking to be sexually adventurous. My company is the leader in sex education, and we have satellite locations in every continent, spreading the word of positive sexuality.

NoThEn stands for 'Not The Enemy', a phrase adapted from the concept that sex is not the enemy, something I heard someone say in my youth that was trying to encourage healthy sexual relationships. That resonated with me at that time of my life because I was born without a traditional sexual identity and I was ostracized for it. I spent much of my adolescence struggling to find myself and discover what made me happiest, and that resulted in all forms of self mutilation in the form of dangerous spells that left my body scarred and malformed.

Absolutely nobody should have to go through that, regardless of age or upbringing.

The world always needs sex education, because far too many groups are pushing to maintain the taboo or demonize the concept of shameless self-realization. There are religious groups and traditional folks who feel that sort of thing should be kept to oneself and as a result far too many people - be they adolescent or adult - are left unsure of their identity and miserable because of it. NoThEn Labs not only creates potions and pharmaceuticals that allow people to indulge in their kinkier fantasies safely, but also funds sexual education in schools and pushes to make kinkier lifestyles mainstream.

When it all boils down to it, my goal in life is to use my wealth and power to help the general populace. If that means bringing awareness to fringe groups, minorities, or otherwise repressed folks, then so be it. I want for everyone else the same comfort and self-realization that I enjoy every day. I want others to feel the confidence I have, I want others to lack fear in the face of prejudice just like me. It took many years for me to go from an insecure, self-harming adolescent gryphon searching for meaning and stability in life to a powerful, confident CEO of an intercontinental pharmaceutical and alchemical company, and I feel that finding my own confidence played a large role in that. If my influence can rub off on others and more people can find their own confidence with my help, then the world will be a better place.

One of the ways I helped the world grow was to act as a primary investor in The Vore House of Klyneth. My mate - a massive naga by the name of Leera - was looking to rebuild her own business after things fell apart a few years back, and I offered my coin and expertise to her so that she might regain her lost empire and help those interested in that particular kink indulge themselves.

Since her endeavour was so similar to my own, my company allowed me to invest a large portion of the company's allotted free capital to support my partner. Now, we have funded in conjunction with The Vore House a slew of side businesses in order to support them. We fund The Nectar Squeeze - an ademane orchard run by Vel'Gahrus - as well as The Near and Dear - a sex-positive adults-only establishment in Klyneth run by Neera and Rime. We've also funded a sexuality-themed clinic on The Vore House grounds for any and all kink-related needs at no additional cost to the clients of The Vore House and a handful of other small businesses spread throughout the Vore House.

I'm not as into the services The Vore House offers, but I can appreciate what they do there and even occasionally lend my belly to that fine establishment when I'm in town and not working at the office in the NoThEn Labs headquarters in Caiden, Yelfrit. I'm more into the sexuality-based endo indulgences like unbirthing, cock vore, anal vore, and in my case, tail vore.

But I should probably back up a bit. To anyone not familiar with The Vore House and what they do, I should probably explain their unique contributions to my lifelong quest to bring happiness and sexual self-assurance to the greater world. All across Dalon, there are folks who find the act of vore to be sexually engaging. Swallowing up others or being slurped up in the same manner. In more broad strokes, the Vore House is actually a place of endosomatophilia - the fetish for being completely inside someone else or having someone else completely within you - hence my love for non-vore forms of endo. Unbirthing is not vore, it just shares a lot of the more pleasant sensations of the fetish.

Anyway, the key here is that she wants to indulge people's love for vore and its related forms of endosomatophilia, and that fits under the umbrella of what NoThEn Labs aspires to do on a global basis. How does one safely be swallowed without suffocating or digesting? Well, Leera's unique saurossin naga biology mixed with my own alchemical mastery has allowed us to create a potion that has a bevy of various effects that allow endosomatophilia to be a viable kink. This was very important to both of us; given our desire to make fringe forms of sexuality safe and healthy, we agreed on a strict no-death policy at The Vore House.

Some pain is nice in the right context and with the right partner, but generally it's avoided.

Leera's body - that of a giant, twenty-one meter long snake from the Rainforest in the South Saff'Raldian Basin - has a unique adaptation that puts her digestive system in a cycle. For twelve days of her forty-eight day cycle, her insides work like a normal snake, digesting prey and converting the meat into nutrients. At the turn of her cycle and at the beginning of the remaining thirty-six days, her digestive system - including her stomach acid and saliva - is flushed out completely and her fluids are replaced with a perflourocarbon concoction that keeps prey alive and able to breath inside her. The fluids are oxygen rich and very slick, allowing them to be inhaled without harming the prey.

How do I know all this? Well, she submitted herself to a battery of rigorous tests at NoThEn Labs, allowing us to precisely work out the details and find a way to replicate her unique biology.

As a result, we now not only know the exact nature of her bloodline's unique adaptation, but are able to create a potion that allows anyone to share those traits and thus are able to indulge in the safe kind of vore without any negative repercussions. The only problem with this was that we didn't know at first that there was a psychological aspect to Leera's digestive cycle as well.

The reason her tribe's bloodline had evolved such a unique adaptation was because they had a psychological need to feel the fear of their prey, and by keeping said prey alive in their bellies for days, suffocating and struggling, it fuelled the predator's mental state. It was a horrifying evolutionary adaptation for the prey they kept inside, but Leera turned it around and used her ravenous appetite as well as her biology to save people before eventually leaving her tribe.

She needed to feed off the fear of her prey the same as any others of her kind, but found that she got just as much emotional sustenance from having her prey squirm around in sensual bliss, as it triggered the same internal mechanisms as a thrashing meal. She hid this from me for years before a friend named Vinn and a fellow naga named Yetzer convinced her to turn it into a commercial endeavour. The three of them all knew that there was a market for that, they just didn't realize how big that market actually was.

Once The Vore House was Founded, their start was rocky. A handful of attempts to grow and attract outside help to serve as predators and prey started off well but quickly collapsed when a handful of contributors disappeared and a few of the founders bailed. The House went dormant for years before Leera finally got the courage to ask for my help. It took her a long time, but once she had the funding from my company and my global support, she was able to bring the business back from the verge of collapse, bigger and better than ever.

Now, she has a whole team of predators, prey, researchers, and administrative personnel working for her. She has hospitality staff, a potions lab, and dozens of folks running the wildlands out back known as The Vore House Wilds - a combination of a theme park and safari that houses all sorts of user-created potential. There, all visitors had to drink one of the custom patented vore potions concocted to ensure all predators and prey were safe from the negative effects of all sorts of vore; once the potion took effect, all manner of guests could roleplay to their hearts content, mixed in with official Vore House themed events such as the daily sacrifice to Yetzer in the Temple.

I was more than happy to fund her efforts, but now it was time for both of us to take a seasonal break. She had been working nonstop for years, with the closest thing to a break being the twelve days per cycle she needed to act not as predator but as administrator. I was in a similar situation, where even days I took off to travel and visit my mate, I was still working by sharing business advice and scoping out potential new clients.

Even on our days off, we still worked. The handful of days we didn't work, we were worried about not making progress on our owed work or maintaining an agreeable pace. It was hell on the mind and the soul for both of us, so our friends and mutuals convinced us to just disappear for a few months.

Naturally, we both resisted at first, but eventually we realized that our schedules must have had an affect on others if it was so unanimously agreed by so many people that we needed time away.

So we disappeared. We both headed back to our true home on the summit of the Dagger of the Skies - the single tallest mountain in the Saff'Raldian mountain range surrounded by Valley of the Gods, an area collectively known as the Cradle of Dalon. The Saff'Raldian Mountains were the tallest in all of Dalon with the Dagger of the Skies being the record holder for highest peak, so tall in fact that not even commercial airliners were able to fly over them. No terrestrial avians of any sort could fly there, and the cliffs were so steep and perilous that only a handful of people had ever been there.

The only way to reach the valley - which alone was still more than two dozen kilometers above sea level - was to use rare and taxing physical magic to hoist oneself above the barrier and through the air so thin no wings could keep you afloat. Any attempts to do so were thwarted by the limitations of an individual's magical reserves. Only the best mages had the magic skills and volume to soar that high without running out of energy first. Only dragons possessed enough ademane - the bodily fluid responsible for magical ability and manipulation - to fly that high, and their bodies were far too heavy.

Long, long ago legends were erected about the Valley of the Gods, given how impenetrable it was to visit. A superstition grew among the people of Saff'Rald and travellers near and far, saying that the Gods themselves protected the Valley, ensuring that any and all who attempted to arrive would be stricken from the skies and their souls ensnared by the ademane gemstones that were supposedly filling the mountains that served as the cradle for the valley itself.

Only about half of that was true. The part about the Gods protecting the Valley and holding it as sacred was actually true. In reality, they just wanted to be left alone.

Which was why Leera and I chose The Cradle of Dalon to be our home.

The pair of us were two of twelve people we knew who possessed the ability to use physical magic to ascend to the summit, and thus we built a home there where nobody - literally nobody else in the entire world - could bother us. At least, until we met the Kaiju Foxra and her drones collectively known as the Foxifly. That meant that only thirteen entities could visit The Cradle of Dalon without our help. I liked it that way. I've always preferred solitude. As a fledgling and adolescent I was always teased for neither being male nor female - and occasionally being treated as a feral beast due to my quadruped body shape - so I generally don't like people.

Living that far away from the rest of civilization was good for me because it meant that I could focus on the good I wanted to do without any of the distractions or reminders of why I felt the world needed to be helped in the first place.

So now, after literally years of struggling to keep up with demand, it was finally time to head up to the mountain with my mate and not return for months. In order to ascend to the summit, I used some transformation magic - by far the most complicated and demanding of all the magical disciplines - to shrink her down to the size of a house-pet snake and curl up between my wings, then as I soared above Great Sapphire Lake, I used physical magic to launch myself high into the sky with zero regard for the health of myself or my passenger.

Then, as we crested the edge of the cliff after puncturing the layer of thin air that was hard to breathe at the eight kilometer to twelve kilometer high barrier, we were both collectively greeted by the warmth of our home, a self-contained atmosphere trapped in the Valley that kept our region a temperate late-spring temperature with high moisture and plenty of protection from harsher seasons. It was never summer, never winter in The Cradle, which did a lot for the animal population we brought to populate the Valley. As a result, the plains were their own, unique ecosystem, with only a handful of us to ruin it.

Don't worry, we didn't ruin it. The Cradle was sacred to us, just like the legends claimed. We kept that place in pristine condition with only a handful of structures built that interrupted the vast, natural beauty of the place.

Leera and I had a cabin built into the side of the mountain near its summit, with a rustic-looking deck overlooking the Valley itself. Talba and Vaulix built a simplified version of their castle in the foothills of the mountain range opposite us. Ilorek and Valencia erected a tree-based home in the tallest tree in the northern region of the Valley. Keran had his own pier village on the shores of the lake in the southwest quadrant, while aquatic dwellers Olfrin and Luero swam the many waterways and lakes with their home being below the surface. Yelena and Sanfrit both had a small home and farm surrounded by the thickest vegetation in the pass between the northeast and southwest halves of the Valley, and to this day I still have no idea where Satsierra lives within the Cradle of Dalon.

And that was it. The only others who ever came to our home was a handful of our closest friends and companions. The twelve of us, Foxra and her drones, and our closest friends. In my lifetime, I don't believe I've seen more than a few hundred people ever make it to the summit.

So as I spread my wings and flapped, using my muscle power in tandem with my physical magic propelling me upwards, I was able to soar high above the valley plateau, the only sound being the wind whipping at my ears and the faint roar of a waterfall crashing into the lake many kilometers below me. That, and the crystal-clear sound of Leera's telepathic voice in my head.

"I forgot just how nice it is up here." She said to me in a soft tone. My naga mate was more than capable of vocalizations, but given the altitude and speed in which I darted across the sky towards the setting sun, I'd not have been able to hear her. Instead, we spoke telepathically - another difficult and demanding form of magic that few possessed, taught to us by Valencia.

I smiled and nodded, realizing after doing so that she couldn't see my face from her spot coiled in a figure-eight between my wing bases. "Perfect." Was all I could say in response to her.

After our brisk exchange, I tilted my wings and headed southbound towards the foothills of the Dagger of the Skies, knowing that had I used my magic to float all the way to the summit where we built our home, we'd not be able to savour our vacation due to fatigue. Too much magic and energy would be wasted going that high, so I descended and gingerly stepped down in the grassy plains between the first cliffs of the mountain's foothills and the vast woodlands between our side of the valley and Talba's.

She remained curled up on my back, at least at first. Just like most of our visits, it started with a trek by foot up the pathway we carved that best navigated the mazelike cliffs towards the summit. Only then did Leera chose to start talking.

"So what do you wanna do on your vacation?" She started. "I know how much you love to plan and prepare and control the situation."

"Under most circumstances, you'd be right. When it comes to work and social situations, I definitely prefer things to be under control. Ideally my control, since I'm pretty good at management. However, in situations like this where I'm trying to relax, I prefer to just sort of wing it. Play it by ear. Let the land guide me. As of right now, my only solid plan is to reach the summit and nap the evening away in my aerie, ideally with you by my side."

She hissed at me with a grin. "You're such a sap, you know that?" As she spoke, she slithered off my back and began to grow to her normal size, her sleek body bulging out as more scales flipped into place. Her colours remained the same, the deep jungle green and blood red and azure blue she kept while working at The Vore House. In reality, she liked those colours when working because it made her more identifiable than her naturalistic brown and yellows. Still halfway through her transformative growth, she continued her thought. "At least, you're really cheesy when you are trying to act cheesy."

I knew exactly what she meant by that; it was a bit of good-natured teasing. I'm really not the most affectionate person in the world, so stuff like cuddling and affection is usually pretty awkward for me. I do enjoy a bit of physical touch, but it's usually casual with me, not something I do to show my love. That's one of the reasons I fell so hard for Leera; she - as a cold-blooded serpent - wasn't the most cuddly or affectionate but still loved curling around me and between my limbs to steal my warmth which in turn allowed me to have that much-desired physical connection without linking it to love.

So, since we were alone in our home, I didn't have to pretend to be anything I actually wasn't. I just still had my public mask on, acting mushy and sweet despite knowing that Leera found it as silly as I did. Regardless of that, she also knew how much I cared about her even if I was terrible at displaying any form of affection with her.

In reality, we hardly ever even got intimate with one another. She went through intense heat sessions once every cycle of hers - both digestive and reproductive often aligned, with her heat happening directly in the middle of her thirty-six day period of predatory safety - but I rarely found myself in any mood to be physical with anyone. When I had sex it was carnal, animalistic, and purely a matter of physicality. For some reason, my brain never allowed me to subconsciously link the affection that came with physicality with the emotions of love, so sex and romance were distinct elements of my life; this made love and mateship difficult for me, but Leera was a perfect companion for me.

She and I both shared a casual desire for physical intimacy but neither of us felt a romantic need for any affection. When we cuddled, it was casual instead of sexual; when we mated, it was simply because my rare moments of desire overlapped with her estrus. Because of this, we both were permitted to seek outside intimacy if and when we needed it. We spent so much of our lives apart, with me in Caiden and her in Klyneth, that if she felt the need for estrus release she could do so and I could do the same if the mood struck me.

And yet, for some reason, I'm horny all the time. Like, I always want sex, be it from the perspective of a male or as a female - my transformation allows me to live the life of a physically gender-fluid gryphon, regularly flipping between male and female based on mood and desire - and if anyone else is around I'll use them for my pleasure. This means I could fill them with gryphon knot or ride them like a dildo until I accidentally unbirth them and then lay them as an egg later that day.

I had more than enough capacity for the most adventurous of sexual lifestyles, but the mood struck me so infrequently that I rarely got to indulge my most extreme fantasies. Which was what made it so special that Leera's forked, serpentine tongue was a perfect detector of my own sporadic bouts of desire. She was very good at smell-tasting my needs and acting accordingly.

That was why, when we finally made it to the summit a few hours later with Leera fully grown and more than twenty meters long - one meter thick, making her as big around at her thickest point as my chest - she nuzzled into me with her tongue out and flicking to taste the air.

"Can I help you?" I jokingly prodded, pushing her away with my wing.

"That's entirely up to you. I think I can help you, though." As she spoke at me, her voice soft and feminine while still deep and powerful, she pulled her tail up and had it reverse-coil around my tail so that the tip slid between my rump cheeks, rubbing against my vulva. She must have known I was in a female mood, something she could easily smell on the air as my own natural scent filled the thick atmosphere between us. There was a distinct difference between estrus gryphon-mare and musky drake.

Despite admiring the subtle sensations of her tail's scales tickling my nether lips, I kept walking while deliberately lowering my tail to dissuade her. "Not right now, you can't. Let's get to the house first. We're almost there." I was pretending to be cold while stepping ahead of her, but once I knew she was within eyeshot, I raised my tail and clenched my loins, forcing my clit to roll and push out while parting my plump lips, a single strand of silken fluid trickling down over my clit to splash beneath the base of my tail. It was a very mare-like invitation and declaration of intent, despite my words being harsh and distant. She knew exactly what I was meaning by this, and thus kept pace.

Her body moved with silky smoothness up the many rocky steps of the pathway, sliding along the winding trail as we crested the final cliff to see our home majestically displayed in the side of the mountain. It was a traditional lodge setup, long and wide with huge windows overlooking the valley below divided by thick, tree-trunk pillars on one end with a more enclosed, circular aerie on the other.

The living room was two stories tall, with the second level lined by a balcony on the three sides not facing the valley, and the other half of the home was built like a turret but was actually a combination of a kitchen, bathroom, and my personal bedroom, which I called my Aerie. Beneath my bedroom, a tight, geothermal-warmed den for Leera when she wasn't in the mood to steal my heat.

We could have - nay, should have - gone inside to see how things were and if any of the others had come for a visit, but instead we turned around and made out way out to the very edge of our balcony, a deck raised a dozen meters above the ground below by tall, thick stilts. There were few rails protecting us from falling; we weren't worried about that and our deck served as a landing pad for me when I came and went and didn't walk up the mountain with Leera.

The both of us were silent as we trotted and slithered out to the point of our deck furthest from the house, where I collapsed onto my belly and spread my wings. Leera poked her head up under one of my wings and coiled around my midsection, squeezing tight in a hug while sliding her upper body around so that she was looking directly in my eyes.

"So, wanna have some fun before we sleep for the night?" She insisted, smiling and flicking her tongue. Her head and neck formed a silhouette against the setting sun, a visage of beauty I couldn't resist if I wanted to. While smiling at me and staring with her intense, slitted, emerald-green eyes, she parted her lips just a bit so I saw the flesh in her maw, the saliva inside giving her gums and teeth a glistening sheen I couldn't help but lean in to steal a kiss from. In response, she widened her jaws a bit more and clamped down on either side of my beak, forked tongue slipping down my gullet.

When we pulled apart, leaving my beak soaked in serpent saliva, I clicked at her. "I think you got your answer." I assured her, gently parting my hind legs and raising my tail as I did so. She had already slowly wrapped her coils around me to ensure she had absolute control over me should she desire it, parts of her body forming a bed for me to lay upon. I was lost in her body heat, which was odd to feel given the fact that she was cold-blooded; she must have absorbed the sunlight or used a spell to heat herself up just for me.

And, of course, it wasn't long at all before I felt her tail sliding back up between my hind legs, the bumpy scales of it gliding past my vulva and putting pressure on me in an attempt to tease me. I winked my clit and clenched my loins, forcing a small volume of natural lubricant to seep out of me and soak her tail from base to tip. I was already making a mess and she hadn't even gotten to the good part, yet. "I'm all wet." I said in a hushed whisper, beak agape and eyes wide.

This just made her sigh and roll her eyes, her expression blank. "What did I tell you about trying to be cheesy with me? You know you're just being silly, and you know I hate it."

I ignored her protests and rolled onto my side in her coils, struggling against her light constriction as I exposed my plump loins. "Take me! Take me you evil serpent! Take me and make me yours! Do to my body what you will, for I have no ability to stop y-" I was cut off mid-jest by a tight squeeze that forced the breath from my chest, a warning to cut it out. I reluctantly obeyed. "Psh, fine. Don't be fun. But don't stop, either! That felt nice."

"Yes, I know it felt nice, that's why I did it." She countered, slowly returning her slick tail tip to my loins, dragging it up and down between my lips to tease me once more. She kept her slitted eyes trained on me as she grinned and slowly parted her maw once more, a threat of predation if ever I saw one, a promise that if I was good - or bad, depending on her mood - I'd be disappearing into that velvety pink-mauve abyss. As a distraction, she applied just the right amount of force to slip the very tip of her tail into my, dilating my flesh and wriggling about inside to hit all my sensitive spots.

Then, just as she was smiling at me with that devious look upon her face and her tail squriming insie me, a wave of changes coursed through her body starting at her lips. The jungle green, blood red, and royal blue of her Vore House coloration slowly faded and dulled, being replaced with the natural blend of orange, brown, and yellow that made up her real colours. Her scales changed colors amidst a sheen one layer at a time, quickly making their way down her body until even her tail - still penetrating beyond my lips and easing its way deeper into me - was a natural autumn brown.

"Trying to show off, are ya?" I joked, winking my eye at her and clit around her tail at the same time. The winking of my loins actually was a semi-involuntary contraction of the pelvic muscles that squeezed my passage around whatever it was that was inside me; in this case it was her tail. Oftentimes I have enough power to force whoever's in me to be squeezed out, but she resisted and just pushed in harder every time, curling her tip to hit all the right places. I could actually feel it coiling up inside me, its overlapped girth forcing my flesh to stretch and distend against her muscular contractions.

Naturally, I couldn't help but whimper, nicker, click my beak, and stretch every available limb as far as it would go in pure bliss. She wasn't even doing all that much to me and yet it felt so divine! Just the pressure and subtle shifts in her tail's position and depth felt so lovely to me; of course, part of that was the equine in me. Mares were particularly sensitive and prone to arousal.

I had long since learned to adopt many elements of the creatures around me as part of my transformation abilities. Born of avian and feline, I eventually emulated and absorbed elements of equine, canine, and serpent to go along with my gryphon basics. While some of those features were more subtle - the serpent adaptation was almost entirely internal, including excessively stretchy flesh and Leera's digestive system in my tail and womb - others were a bit more blatant. The equine parts, regardless of what gender I felt at the time, were always the first to present themselves. When male, my stallion bits were always quick to drop, and when female my mare bits were always wet and needy.

As it turned out, my female parts were begging for more and my mare pussy was starved for attention. Leera must have known this because she wasn't giving me a break. She knew that not only were my depths insatiable due to their equine nature, but her own serpent adaptations within me ensured that there was no way she could hurt me. Much like a snake, my depths could stretch far beyond what one might consider safe or fun, a fact she was happy to take advantage of.

While twirling and squirming inside me, she gave my midsection another tight squeeze to hold me in place while shoving more and more of herself into my pussy, dilating me farther and wider with the gentle taper of her tail end. I could, for a split second, feel her tender cloaca flesh pass by my clit and tug my lips before sliding in to me past my opening. At the same time, her tail tip began to prod at my cervix, teasing the opening of my womb while trying to tug me open.

My equine parts ensured that my cervix dilated with relative ease, gaping wide for her to slip her tail tip in and curl up inside my womb, forming a makeshift knot to serve as an anchor.

"You wanna go all the way in?" I asked, beak agape. I'd have absolutely loved to feel her entire body - all that weight and girth - curled up inside me, but she just gave me a subtle shake of her head.

"Sorry dear, not today." She said while pushing more of herself into me, tail curling inside to tug more and more until a visible, writhing bulge formed in my belly. "I'll be sure to leave you sore, but I'm really not in the mood for claustrophobia. Not today." With that, she winked and flicked her tongue while forcing even more of herself into me, distending my flesh so wide I might as well have been unbirthing her fully. She had already slid enough of herself into me to get to her thickest point - which ran from about one third down her body to the final quarter of her length - so girth wasn't the issue.

I pulled away from her tight coils to get a look at my shifting belly, which had a rippled bulge moving as though I was filled with a dozen tentacles all fighting to find comfort in my womb. The image was wonderful, but the sensations of her girth spreading me and her scales pressing out against me all emphasized by rhythmic, wavelike contractions of her muscles to better anchor herself and tug more of herself inside me was divine.

Personally, nothing even compares to the bliss of being spread so far that my hips actually dislocate and render me a sloppy mess of pussy juice and tender flesh.

But then, as I was basking in the pressure and friction that came from her entire back third giving me a pregnant bulge, I felt the pressure alleviate itself without her actually pulling any of her length from my depths. I had to actually twist my upper body to look back, where I saw that her tail tip had woven itself through my womb to poke out my other cervix, the one that led to my tail's passage. That was part of my serpentine biology, my tail had a maw at the end and a fleshy, hyper-stretchy passage that led to my womb, which in turn had two cervixes. She had forced herself into my womb through my cunt and had turned around to then come out my tail.

For most this would be unpleasant, as it was technically an esophagus leading to my tail's maw. However, the passage had muscles like a snake's body and nerve endings similar to that of my own vaginal canal. As a result, it could gulp and swallow while also being as sensitive as any pussy. Let's just say that years of transformation experimentation ensured that every patch of flesh inside and out was able to enjoy sexual sensations and pleasurable release. Perhaps that was why I was into vore, unbirth, fisting, and other forms of kinky play that involved whole-bodied stuffing regardless of what role I played in the kinkery.

Leera knew this, which was why she kept at me and pushed even harder while also curling her tail in such a way that I could see the tip forming a bulge inching its way towards the tip of my tail. Before long, she ran out of tail and body length, leaving me without a bulge in my belly but a visible distention in my tail. Or, at least the first half of it. She only had so much of her body length to offer.

She kept at me for what felt like an age but couldn't have been more than a couple minutes. With her tail anchored within me, she tugged and pulled, thrusting it in and out while meticulously coiling in a way that insured my womb felt the full friction her scales had to offer. It was, in the most literal sense, a full-bodied thrust, her entire back third pulling and pushing my entire system from vulva to tail throat. The entire time, I had lost all my constitution, rendering me a sloppy, relaxed mess lost in her coils with paws and talons flopped out in all directions.

Female orgasms were very different from male orgasms, I'd noticed. When male, the pleasure would build up inside me until I hit my peak, resulting in a slimy mess spewing all over. However, when female, it was less like a peak and more like a plateau; Once I reached a certain point and my loins literally shook in delight, the proper application of pressure and friction combined with the proper state of mind could keep me there, twitching and convulsing in unending pleasure. This was even more defined when I was penetrated deeply, resulting in a gushing mess as my walls secreted enough natural fluid - all of it slick and viscous and silky - that it appeared as though I lost control of myself.

My serpentine mate knew this and knew exactly how to manipulate me. The moment she felt the warmth of that bodily fluid forming a barrier between her scales and my flesh, she started flossing herself within me, rocking back and forth with her tail penetrating through my womb and into my tail only to back out and then force itself in again. Her entire back end snaked its way through me, tugging just roughly enough for me to feel it and be yanked across her coils only to be pushed again as she forced all of herself into me once more.

As I glanced back with what little self-control I had, I could literally see how deep she had gotten by the many darkened scales highlighted by a ring of foamy mess that my lips had formed by pressing all my fluids as far down her body as they would go. I could also see my black-fleshed vulva tugging outward as she pulled out and I tried to clench in an attempt to feel every bit of friction she offered me. I loved every second of it, I could feel that liquid pleasure building up inside me.

That's why I relaxed the moment I sensed Leera was done with me. After a few minutes of sustained, unrelenting pleasure, she tensed up one final time to make me really feel each and every scale of hers before she relaxed and started to pull out. Even just a few minutes of that orgasmic bliss felt like an eternity, a never-ending bout of sensual assault that left me sore in all the right ways and sloppy as could be. I was an absolute mess, so when she pulled out I had no energy left to clench down on her tail and keep the flood from escaping me.

I watched as her girth slithered out of me, gradually growing thinner and thinner the closer I got to her tail. My vulva slowly constricted in their absence, wrinkling as the distended flesh folded over itself in an attempt to seal itself shut in her wake. However, since I wasn't using any restorative spells nor was I clenching my muscles, my cunt remained gaped and sloppy as could be. The moment the part of her tail escaped me that was thinner than the dilation of my opening, a bit of air seeped into me and my tail belched, having passed it through my womb and out its gullet. At the same time, the built-up volume of lubricant within me oozed out, soaking the deck and the handful of her coils beneath me.

"Be sure to clean that up." She said while flicking her tongue.

All I could do was twitch and struggle to dig my claws into her scales, kneading her in an attempt to show I was still lucid enough to identify her as the source of my pleasure. Luckily, she could basically read my mind by flicking that tongue of hers so she knew she did a great job. She always does a great job when we're both in the mood. She did such a good job I couldn't even respond.

Instead, I laid there on her with my chin on one of her coils, part of her body wrapped around my torso, and all five of my limbs splayed out in all directions. My tail was drooling with the fluid its gullet secreted - acted like saliva but had properties of natural lubricant and Leera's breathable fluids - and my pussy was leaking a steady stream of bubbling, slimy mess all over the place.

That could have been the beginning to a wonderful night, but Leera knew that I was spent for a while. Sure, I could cast a spell of rejuvenation and go again, but we had the entire season to do that. Instead, I simply took in a deep breath and struggled to pull in my legs so they were underneath me, still gripping her coils and scales with claws and talons. Once I finally had a proper grip on my consciousness - enough to speak and act with intent - I shifted in place and yawned, returning to my usual, nonchalant self; it was like that hadn't even happened.

While I was still basking in the lingering aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through my lower body, I raised my head up to nuzzle into hers while the two of us stared out over the valley.

Honestly, I don't even remember what happened next. The pair of us relaxed on the balcony watching the sun set over the Valley of the Gods, and the next thing I knew I had passed out and was in my aerie still wrapped up in Leera's many coils.

That was how the first day of my vacation went. A lengthy, tiring trip up the cliffs to the Valley of the Gods, where Leera and I enjoyed a bit of mutual fun while overlooking the Cradle of Dalon. There was still so very much to do, and so much time to do it in. We had the rest of the season to plumb the depths of our creative potential; our history together and absolute lack of physical limits ensured our adventures were only going to get juicier.

But for that night, I was spent. I needed sleep, she needed the warmth of her geothermal-heated den, and we both needed to refresh our bodies and minds.