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With one swift swing of that great red tail, it was over. The dragon took the whole party off their feet, and from there he didn't hesitate to indulge himself with them in the most humiliating of possible fashion. Where an ordinary dragon might have simply snapped them up in his jaws and devoured them in a single gulp, this one had better ideas. He nestled his great, scaled rump down atop the party's wizard and slowly slurped them inside to use their squirming form as a living dildo. Vostros meanwhile found no mercy bestowed upon him for being a fellow scaled creature. All his might couldn't stop him from taking a slow, sloppy dive down into the musky confines of the dragon's stiff cock, while the rest of his party was helpless to save him.

The rest of the party got swiftly gobbled up to be teased with his tongue and sucked on for a while before the swallow, but Vostros couldn't tell anymore. He was alone in the darkness, diving down into the heat of a dragon's fat nuts. There was no protecting his party anymore. He was due to get churned up and spurted out all over the dungeon floor, to soak the discarded weapons that the team lost in the process of their defeat. A stain upon the stone, not even getting a proper grave, and all just to grant a huge, greedy beast some fleeting pleasure. He took what he wanted, simply because he could. It was time to turn in the character sheets.

Well, digitally anyway. Playing over the internet maybe wasn't quite the same as doing it in person, but getting all five of them at the same tabletop was almost impossible with their busy schedules, not to mention the distance between some of them. Montiga's DMing talents were worth a little trouble. The dragon was powerful, but it was a series of truly terrible rolls and maybe a few questionable decisions that led to the kinky party wipe.

Vostros certainly didn't mind. He sat listening to the juicy details while he ran his fingers up and down his cock, making sure his mic was on mute the whole time. He wasn't the only one with that little red symbol by his name. They all knew what it meant. The lizard simply couldn't ignore the urges that came over him when he thought about that final fate, the ultimate domination.

It wasn't long before he hissed his way to a thick cumshot, splattering his scaly pecs in hot lizard jizz just as Monty finished his extensive description of their final game over. He tried to catch his breath before unmuting himself, but there was still that distinct tone of post-orgasm in his voice when he spoke.

"Phew ... guess that's it for this week's session. Next time, we'll have to try a little harder!"

Everyone said their goodbyes and the blips and bloops of his friends logging off left him alone in the call with just Monty.

"You enjoyed that," he teased the snake.

"Maybe. So did you, from the sound of it."

Vostros just gave a shrug that Monty couldn't see and chuckled. "But seriously though, great job this week. I loved all the dungeon encounters, and that was a hell of a boss. You said you wanted to run something by me for next time?"

They discussed some potential scenarios, as well as a few fun character builds for a while, but even covered in cum, Vostros couldn't quite ignore how turned on he got thinking back over the conclusion of his precious character. That barbarian had survived all kinds of battles and other dangers, only to get shot out of a dragon's dick, fully digested down into cum. With his creamy demise, he'd left the rest of the party vulnerable to getting churned away as well. Such a humiliating end for such a warrior. It made his mind wander, until the snake had to snap him back to reality.

"Uh, Vostros? Did you hear that? The call's not cutting out again I hope, thought I fixed that."

"What? Oh, sorry. I was just, well, I was thinking ..."

Monty gave a playful hiss in response. Vostros could just picture the wiggle of that forked tongue on the other end of the call.

"Thinking about what, dear lizard?"

"Oh, you know. The end ... Nindroth's end that is."

"Mmhm? Sounds like someone enjoyed it a lot. You were muted for quite a while there."

"Yeaaaah, well ... you're a good talker," Vostros muttered.

"Thank you. You know, if you liked it so much - why don't we conduct the next session from my place? Not like we live that far away. And besides, there are a few things I'd like to show you."

The lizard perked up. "Like what?"

"Oh, you know me. A good DM doesn't reveal his secrets. It's like being a magician."

Vostros got himself cleaned up and got into the shower for good measure, but he couldn't help but feel a lingering need. The next week couldn't come soon enough. He was left squirmy and lusting for whatever it was he expected to happen when he saw the snake in person. It wasn't like they'd never met before, but this time felt different. Something new was going to happen. Or maybe it would be nothing more than scrolling through monster manuals together, but that was its own kind of pleasure.

When the day finally came, he found himself a little fluttery. Knocking on the door and waiting was almost too much to even bear. The snake was looking as handsome as ever, his long tail dragging, almost slithering along behind him as he led the lizard into his home. Monty had all his books and notes alike set up and ready for the session already, and it was an impressive display of organization. Everything from official rules to handwritten notes and plans were scattered all about, though when Vostros tried to take too close of a look, the snake gave a wave of his hand and a shake of his head.

"Hey now! No peeking! I'll give you some hints, but you don't want to spoil the next session too much now do you?" Monty gave him a grin as he shuffled a few conspicuous pieces of paper out of sight, beneath other things. "Here, have a look. Few things for you to check out."

Vostros flipped through the pages. Some of them were printed off and scrawled with Monty's handwritten notes, pointing out various abilities and possible encounters with at least a dozen different unique monsters and other such enemies. The lizard gave some approving nods as he browsed through just to make it clear how much he liked what he saw. One of the pages gave him pause.

He stopped to look over the printed illustration of a rather handsome werewolf, and then realized there was a short novel's worth of backstory and special addendums to the rules planned out for that specific character. There were rolls for grapples, for special finishing moves, notes on the capacity of his stomach and his balls - oh yes. It seemed Monty was definitely up to some of his big lewd plans again, and Vostros had no complaints.

"Hey, I like the look of this guy. Where do you get all these ideas anyway?" The lizard approached, waving that page about just to make it clear what he was talking about.

The snake looked like he might have blushed a bit. He quickly shrugged it off and acted all nonchalant.

"Oh, just online, here and there. And some of it from my own twisted little mind of course. I think I have a pretty good idea of what you guys like at this point."

Vostros certainly couldn't argue with that. He gave a few eager nods and an equally enthusiastic grin.

"We sure do. Everyone's been talking about the dragon all week. The way you described the, uh ... digestion parts, all those juicy details, we were all, well ..."

For some reason, actually confessing to furiously jerking off to his character's demise was just a little too embarrassing to say out loud. What kind of player was he if he admitted how much he enjoyed losing? Vostros was pretty sure Monty knew what he meant though. The snake gave him a pleased hiss, even a wink as he beamed with pride that he could have such an effect on his players.

"Oh, I know. I see you going on mute while I talk. Or there's Paul, who doesn't even mute and thinks we can't hear him." The snake chuckled lightly. "I'm just glad you've all been enjoying it so much. I just do whatever seems the most fun."

Vostros stepped a little closer. They weren't even touching but the scents alone told them they were both experiencing at least some degree of mutual arousal, just talking about it. Thinking back to the images in his head of his poor barbarian being digested, Vostros couldn't help but tent those shorts with an impressive bulge as he got harder and harder. He swore he could picture it perfectly, as if it had happened to him directly, such were the descriptive skills of their talented DM. It was too much. He couldn't help but let his deepest fantasies spill out all at once.

"I was thinking about ... what if it was me, sliding down that dragons' dick?"

Monty nodded. "You'd look good sagging his sack."

"Maybe you could ... if it's not too much ..." Vostros began, all but pressing his chest to Monty's. "Maybe you could give me a good description of it happening to me. Maybe like, as practice for today's session, try your werewolf out on me ..."

"Hmmm." It didn't take Monty by as much surprise as Vostros worried. The snake visibly considered it for a time, then just gave a slow nod. "I can do that. Let me get some of my notes just to get ready. Right back."

He swished off to gather up his things, and the lizard took that as a prime opportunity to get out of his far-too-tight shorts. He freed his hardened cock with a sigh of relief and slumped down to wiggled the garment right off his feet. From there he figured he might as well go all the way. Stripping right down to his bare scales, he moved over to take a seat on Monty's bed to wait for him. When that tried his patience too much, when the throbbing ache proved impossible to ignore any longer.

He didn't mean to be so immodest, but he had very few regrets when Monty walked back in with a handful of pages and found the lizard fully naked, stretched out on his bed, puffing and hissing with pleasure while he blatantly stroked his hard cock. The snake's initial focus grew to simple amusement when he took the whole scene in.

"Ah, I see. And here I thought it was just a practice. Pent up, hmm? Been thinking about getting churned all week?"

He added some extra sultry hiss to his words. They were exactly what Vostros needed to hear. He gave a little grunt and his stroking grew frantic while the snake loomed over him, teasing him with all those forbidden pleasures. Finally, he just beckoned to Monty. A tip of his head down helped him cast the most seductive, submissive stare he possibly could.

"I want you ... " he started, and lost himself in a huffing, hissy whimper. "I want you to fuck me while you tell me how I'm gonna be nothing but werewolf cum. I wanna show you how much I enjoy thinking about it."

"Is that so?" Monty was never phased. He rolled right along with the whole thing as if it was exactly what he expected. "I can do that too. But you'll have to get me warmed up first."

That seemed like a fair trade. Vostros bit his lip with need but he couldn't do much more but wait and drip while he watched the snake stripping down to his bare scales. Monty's slit was already a little wet, a little puffed, but he needed more persuasion if he was going to get fully hard for the lizard. Once his purple form was naked, he slipped smoothly onto the bed and slowly pushed Vostros down flat on his back. While he knelt there above his player, he slowly extended his fist and then opened it. There was a single d20 resting on his palm.

"A new encounter has started. Go on. Roll your initiative."

"Hnnf ..." Vostros huffed at first, only to realize Monty wasn't teasing. "Oh. You're serious. Well let's see ..."

It was difficult to get a good read on the dice given the sagging mattress below their collective weight, but they both rolled to get started. Just a seven for Vostros. He didn't see what Monty rolled. He never did during those online sessions, but everyone always trusted Monty not to cheat. Or at least not too much. A little was okay when it made them all cum.

"Ooh. Not off to a good start," Monty teased with a flick of his tongue. "Don't worry about your character sheet. I've got it all up here."

He tapped the side of his head even while he slowly pushed his crotch right up in Vostros' face. The lizard got nice and smothered in the musky snake slit, immersed in a rising scent that overpowered all his good sense and drove his inner fantasies all the more uncontrollable and urgent. A snake didn't exactly smell like a big horny werewolf, but the scent of lust in his lungs was enough to get Vostros even more into the moment.

He didn't waste any more time and got to licking with a subservient eagerness. One good taste was enough to drive him to steady, hungry slurping, mopping up as much of that serpentine flavour as he possibly could, swallowing it down with a groan of need. It just got more potent the more he aroused that seductive dungeon master, and they hadn't even got to the good part yet.

The sound of dice landing on the soft mattress was barely audible over the wet licks, but Monty nonetheless continued on the ongoing tease while his cocks slowly pushed forth from their slit. Vostros danced his tongue along the emerging tips while he listened to his looming fate.

"Looks like he gets the advantage," Monty softly said. His voice remained steady even while he firmed up more and more under the attention of that slathering lizard tongue. "And you're knocked down flat. Better hope you get a good dex roll."

That wasn't exactly his best stat as a big beefy barbarian. Presuming Monty was still rolling against that character sheet, at least. Nindroth had met his final fate in their last session after all. Maybe it was a new character he'd planned for Vorstors - or maybe he was rolling against the lizard's own stats. Whatever he'd decided they were.

Vostros didn't break his attention from those cocks, and even let them push into his mouth for some firm suckles while he flicked his forked tongue tip along them both to keep them leaking and even spurting that tasty precum down his throat. He blindly fumbled around beside him and took another roll of the die without even looking at the result. Whether it was good or not, he trusted Monty to do what was best for him.

"Oh dear. Not quite a crit fail, but it might as well be. He's got you grappled now, and immediately moves to pin and mount," came Monty's description.

Vostros was in no position to comment when he had two thick snake dicks shoving straight towards the back of his throat. He drooled on them and bobbed back and forth while he gave his muffled reply.

"Mhmmf."

Once he'd double-sucked the snake fully hard, Vostros slowly pulled back. He dragged his lips and tongue the whole way just to make sure he had as much of that musky serpent flavour embedded in his senses as possible while he went, and popped free with a smack and a slight spray of spit in all directions. A thorough lick of his chops did little to keep him from drooling all over himself.

didn't matter when he was that desperate, that worked up. His cock outright thumped against his gut as he leaned forward. Monty waited patiently while the horny lizard turned himself over and lifted his thick tail to give a good view of that taut, ample ass. Vostros posed and slowly swayed his hips, outright wincing with how horny he was.

"Take me ... just like he would..." he whispered. It was as loud as he could speak when he was caught up in that moment, in the swirling heat all around him, and the fantasy already forming in his mind.

Monty didn't hesitate to mount up on that fine rump. Vostros felt a taut chest and middle pressed against his back as the snake leaned right up beside his head so he could softly speak directly to him without the lizard missing a word of the juicy process.

"You know what happens next. He gets you down on your face, rips through the straps of your armour, and you feel a warm, engorged shaft pressing against your rump ..." came Monty's warm words.

He emulated the beastly fuck with some intentionally inelegant thrusts and grinds of both shafts. They were way off target, but that was the point. It was a good excuse to slather and smear up those green scales a little more while he humped and marked the subby player in his scent. Vostros couldn't help but notice he wasn't even rolling dice anymore. Seemed like the snake had the encounter all decided already, right to the end.

"Then he gives a dominant snarl," Monty continued.

The snake couldn't exactly emulate the vicious sounds of a horny werewolf, but he could certainly hiss. It was just as effective on Vostros. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the thoughts of being taken not just by his friend, but by a terrifying beast who happened to be controlled by his friend. Somehow that made it even better.

It went along with the moment Monty finally found his spot, grinding his twin tips up along the lizard's taint until he got to that taut, dark rim. A few good humps and grinds and he was all lined up, slowly pushing forth to spread Vostros out, then jamming inside with a harsh, sudden thrust. Just like the werewolf would do it.

The yelping hiss of drooling pleasure that spilled from the lizard's lips soon wasn't exactly the call of a warrior. He got flattened down to the bed by the force of the humping lunges from the snake. Monty laid atop him, pinning him down while he fucked that tight lizard ass deep. It didn't take him long to get his plump balls all nestled up firmly against Vostros' own. The lizard knew Monty had two big dicks, but he'd never noticed just how fat his nuts were. That little realization filled his head with all sorts of good feelings. Maybe it wasn't just a fantasy. Maybe he didn't have to think about a big, muscular werewolf if he wanted a predator to serve.

Such consideration was interrupted by his own moaning. He never imagined Monty to be one to get rough. The snake was always so smooth and calm, friendly on the outside even if he was a little devious beneath it all. Yet there he was, utterly rutting that lizard stupid while he descriptively spoke of all the things the drooling beast was doing to his character.

He was drooling on Vostros himself all the while. His voice remained stable, rarely breaking with the pleasure, even when the lizard clenched down on his twin dicks in near-orgasmic pleasure. A steady thrusting thump of hips to lizard rump was the percussion to his rhythmic tale of a noble warrior's violation and defeat in the middle of a cursed forest. Then he got to the eating part.

For as good as it felt to have two slick snake cocks sheathed deep in his ass, that was the moment Vostros was waiting for. He perked up and listened intently to every word, every syllable speaking forth from the lusty's snake's lips.

" ... one good tug of his knot and he leaves you a soaked, ruined mess. You're too weak to move or cry out. You're at his mercy while he strokes that still-hard shaft and presses it right into your face ..."

For as many times as he'd heard Monty describe it, it was different when they were in the middle of some musky sex. He got his pleasure button pressed over and over by the piston force of those two cocks inside him while the snake whispered his way through the juicy description of a mighty adventurer slowly getting turned into a werewolf cock-stuffer. A long slide into those heavy, sagging nuts was followed by some extensive hit point damage being done by the greedy clenches of the predator.

He was clenching up plenty himself, going extra tight around Monty's shafts while he flexed his way to a peak that didn't come until the snake luxuriantly detailed the werewolf's triumphant cumshot that came after fully digesting his prey. Monty certainly couldn't howl in triumph, but he could make some especially wet snake noises. They resonated through Vostros' form just as well.

"Not much longer now - unnf." Monty finally broke in the middle of his confident storytelling to give a grunt of pleasure. He quickly shook it off and continued, licking at Vortros' cheek between words. "Soon you'll be nothing but a load of cum to rub out and shoot all over ..."

One hard thrust buried both his cocks fully inside the lizard. Vostros was left pumping and quivering as he went off to the final words out of the snake's mouth.

"You'll soak into the soil as a thick, musky load. Another warrior defeated by the beast, for nothing more than those fleeting moments of ecstasy ..."

From there it was all hisses. He made that horny liz cum his brains out from a description alone. Well, that and two pounding, throbbing cocks sheath snugly in his tight ass, pressing down on that button just to ensure every single word hit him harder. So much for those nice clean sheets. Vostros quickly made a mess of them as he gushed his load all over the blankets beneath them both while Monty filled him up to sloshing with cum.

He closed his eyes tight and tried to imagine that hot cream as himself, or all that was left after a lusty encounter with a ravenous werewolf. It made him cum, made him climax harder than he could even remember, but even as he slumped in window-misting, steaming satisfaction he still had more on his mind.

Montiga barely got a chance to get his dicks out of Vostros before the lizard had turned over to regard him with a flirty expression. He swayed his tail a few times and got a few last spurts of jizz on his belly for the effort. Monty gave a pleased sight and started to soften once his plump nuts were nicely drained. Vostros was still hard as ever. Even the puddle of spunk splashed over the sheets wasn't enough to settle him down. He pulsed as much as ever, and reached down to slowly run his fingers up and down his shaft while he regarded the snake.

"So good ... " he murmured.

Monty dipped his head with a bit of pride. "Why thank you. You're right, that was good practice. I wonder who he'll get in tonight's session?"

Vostros didn't consider that. He was far too caught up in the moment. With a scoot along the bed, he sat up so he could get a better angle to admire Monty's twin shafts, those spires slowly softening before him to slump down atop that fine pair of absolutely massive nuts. They were slightly less swollen after a good cumshot, but still plenty oversized. Vostros couldn't take his eyes off them.

"I have to know ... can you do it too?" he asked.

Monty just tipped his head to the side. "Hm? Do what?"

"You know." Vostros left it at that for several minutes as if he expected the snake to piece it together from just that. When he didn't get a further response from Monty he finally elaborated. "Can you eat people with your cock too? Just like the creatures in your adventures?"

"Oh." A smile came over the serpent. It was a little more devious than before. "Yes, I can."

Vostros needed a minute to process that. He pursed his lips while his dick gave a visible throb that jolted his hips with recoil, as if he couldn't have made it more obvious he was into the idea. His cocks were already firming back up with the rising anticipation. It was just the two of them in there. When the lizard took too long to comment, Monty just leaned a little closer and teased him further.

"Why do you ask? Sounds like you have another question you're waiting to spit out. Hmm?"

Vostros gave another huff and wriggled some as he got his urges toyed with. He gripped his dick and idly stroked it as if to remind himself how horny he was before he spilled forth with the confession of his innermost urges.

"Roleplaying it all out is fun, and you're really good at that, but ..." Vostros sucked in a shaky, lustful breath. "I wanna do it for real. And you'd be perfect at it. I've been thinking about it for so long, I just can't go without knowing how it really feels."

Monty made a show of considering it, all stroking his chin and making the sound of thought. The truth was he didn't have to contemplate it much at all. Prey that outright asked for it was always irresistible. He'd never turn them down. He never had.. Eventually that slightly devious smile widened into something truly menacing. That certainly didn't put Vostros off the idea. That was exactly what he wanted to see.

"Hmmmm. Yes, I believe I can do that. But only if you really want it. Do you?" Before Vostros could reply, Monty held up a hand. "Because, I'm sure you know how this works. No takebacks. No magical revives. The only way you're coming back is as a fat load of snake cum."

"Yesss ..." Vostros sounded like he was trying to imitate the snake himself with his hissiness.

"Good. Then let's begin."

"Right now?" Vostros grinned.

"Right now."

With a nod, Monty didn't waste any more time for ceremony. He reached down to clutch the lizard by the ankles and brush his scaled soles against the tips of both cocks. Each of them would have been plenty capable of consuming his prey, but in time Monty choose the lower of the two just to make it slightly easier. None of it was a struggle.

A few smooth grinds and rubs against those slick and slathered tips to lube up his prey's feet was all it took before he started consuming the squirming lizard. Vostros couldn't contain his excitement. Even the first smooth squelch of his heels and toes entering that flexible shaft was enough to drive him nearly to orgasm on the spot. It clenched just the way he always imagined.

"Ohhh ... I can tell you've done this before."

"Plenty of times," Monty casually confessed, as if it was an everyday sort of thing. "Does make it difficult to retain players at times. I just can't help myself around an especially tempting nut-stuffer like you ..."

Vostros thought back over the previous online sessions, and players who had drifted away or simply stopped coming to games. Maybe some of them really did just get too busy, but he liked to think Monty had churned up every single one of them. Some probably asked for it too, and the others - well, he wouldn't put it past that tricky, predatory serpent to pounce on a few of them and just shove them down whenever he liked. The image in his head pleased him at least.

A humping, squeezing clench of that cock kept the process going. It was all Monty needed to keep consuming the lizard. Vostros slowly slid along the bed as he felt that tight grip work up over his ankles, the knead along his calves. It oddly tingled here and there as he got drenched in ample amounts of precum. He wondered if that was some sort of digestive property, or if it was just his own excitement pouring through him, making every single sensation that much more intense.

It was enough to make him lay his head back on the pillow and bellow out an extended moan with his eye fluttering shut, only to open again so he wouldn't miss a detail of his own body bulging out Monty's dick all the way down to his nuts. Going feet-first meant he would see every single part of his own annihilation, at least until his head dunked into that gaping cockslit with the rest of him at least.

"Looks like your luck has run out," Monty teased, in that distinct tone he used when he was DMing. "No more rolls. The deadly snake has you, the real you, cornered in his lair. And your party is nowhere nearby to hear your cries."

"Nnnh ..." was Vostros' approving groan.

"He laughs wickedly as he slowly devours you whole. One luscious inch at a time ..."

Monty gave a suitably evil chuckle as he bucked his hips forth, slurping his way up along the lizard's legs. He wasn't kidding - he really was taking it one inch at a time. Vostros was a captive audience in more ways than one, and he made no effort to pull himself out, no matter how slowly Monty worked his way along his body. He kept his eyes open, kept his cock hard, and savoured in the sweet sensations of getting gradually consumed. Even if it was slow, every slurping squeeze around his body was another little part of him he wasn't getting back from the ravenous serpent. The teasing just left him in a whole other world of arousal the whole while.

"Maybe he'll send a nice message to your party members about your fate when he's done. Or maybe he'll act like he has no idea where you went while you trickle down the walls of his domain."

"Ahhh, Monty ..."

The way Vostros moaned was as if to say he couldn't take anymore. Yet that was exactly how Monty continued, taunting and making up a fantasy scenario about an evil snake who pretended to be his friend just to consume him. Vostros knew it wasn't true. Montiga really was his friend, and that was exactly what made the whole situation so sexy. It didn't matter. He was still going to churn him up for his own pleasure. And Vostros' too of course. Though by the time those balls stopped pumping, the enjoyment wasn't exactly going to be mutual anymore.

The first dip down into Monty's balls came before long. The snake had a big dick, but there was no way the whole lizard would fit in it at once. Vostros was already accumulating in the bottom of that cum-soaked sack by the time the snake worked his way up to his hips. He was left squirming as that gripping touch massaged his own balls, then his dick too and his feet sloshed about in the fresh spunk already churning up and ready to soak his every single scale once he got fully down there. It was all too much for him to

"Mmm. I love a prey who can't help blow their load while I deliver their fate. Even the squirmy ones usually do," Monty said as he kept stroking his cock to help keep the impressive show going.

He still wasn't even remotely rushing it, even as Vostros lay slumped and mesmerized by the experience. It took something near a full hour just to get all the way up to his neck. Monty still wasn't done teasing. He leaned in extra close so that Vostros could feel his breath against his slathered cheek. Precum glistened on the lizard's scaly features, and then so did the snake's saliva as he gave a few last slurps to his prey before he was fully gone. All the while, he was clenching hard, pulling up taut around all of the lizard's body he'd already taken. His balls pumped hard and even sloshed with a warning of the digestive conversion process that had already begun.

"One more suck away from your dream. I could end it any moment I like, you know," Monty teased in a soft voice, just above a whisper. "No regrets now, I assume."

Vostros just shook his head. He didn't bother trying to respond to those last words of sendoff. Monty was done with speeches himself. A slow nod, and he went ahead and placed both hands gently atop Vostros' head and started to push, just to urge him along. A dip down into the humid, musky confines of the snake's hungry shaft came with a satisfying schlurp and with that, the lizard was sealed away entirely within Monty's body. It didn't take him long to get hard again.

There was still more gulping to do to fully claim him, of course. Montiga finally stopped savouring the whole experience and instead just leaned back onto the bed to firmly stroke his shaft. His fingers went sliding along the outline of Vostros' face in the process, kneading at him to help slurp him down and tuck him away in those expanding nuts. The weighty sack between his purple thighs ensured he had to keep his legs spread wide to be comfortable on the bed.

Vostros sloshed about, stretching and bloating that fat sack with his curled up form. It wobbled back and forth with the force of his frantic stroking. He wasn't even trying to cum exactly so much as he just needed to rub out the pleasure of the whole experience. It was dark, sweltering, and absolutely drenched in snake musk down there.

That was where he was going to stay, sealed away in the predator, hugged from all sides by the slick, slippery walls while he huffed his way towards one final orgasm that he held off for as long as he could. Though he had to be careful. He could already feel himself getting a little dizzy and faint for how thick the air was - not to mention the heavy churning grip of the first stages of turning him into a nut-stuffing load of snake spunk.

Monty gave a hissy sigh as he savoured the feeling of tucking another tempting friend down into his nuts. He might have stayed right there on his bed, idly playing with himself and sometimes giving a teasing stroke over the shape of the lizard bulging out his balls if he hadn't glanced over to see what time it was. An ornate analog clock up on his bedroom wall was the only thing that snapped him back to reality in that predator afterglow. A few more minutes and it was time to start the session. Just because they were down a party member didn't mean he wanted to cancel. His players were waiting for him. Most of them, anyway.

It took some hauling, sloshing and jiggling all the while, but he got himself and his heavy nuts over to his chair to boot his PC. There was plenty of room under his desk. He teased Vostros with his feet even as he logged in and got himself set up with his headset and notes alike. Everything was a little scattered, but it was always a slow session after a party wipe like that anyway. He stretched his arms above his head, gave a pleased hiss, and then kneaded Vostros with his toes while his sack warmly glorped away around the still wriggling lizard. The whole group was online except for one. Monty started the call anyway.

"Hey everyone. Vostros just told me he can't make it this week unfortunately, but we can do some work on some preliminary stuff in the meantime at least."

"Ah man, way to cancel last minute!" one of them jokingly complained.

"Exiled!" another teased.

Vostros couldn't hear any of it through Monty's headset, and he couldn't get a word in either. The heavy churning grumbles clenching and splashing in around his naked form, covering him in hot jizz did all the talking for him. The snake just went on as if the lizard wasn't right there.

"He does say he might be getting too busy for future sessions. We'll see. If we have to add another player to replace him, I've got a few people in mind."

"Whatever you say boss!" someone said. "I just wanna know what you've got in store for us."

Vostros tried to show his appreciation by moving around, rubbing himself against the walls, even grinding on them when he wasn't just jerking his dick. When he tried to tell Monty how good it felt, he found his voice coming out as little more than a faint, enduring moan. Sometimes he gurgled. That fresh cum tasted good whenever he got a mouthful of it, and that was often for how much it was splurching around in there, splashing from wall to wall, soaking absolutely every part of his body while he bathed in musky cream. Finally, he managed to murmur loud enough that he got some words out, but they were probably only audible to him.

"It feels amazing, Monty ... your dick swallowed me down like I was nothing. And now I can feel the power in your nuts. I hope I make a fat load. I wanna make such a mess when you shoot me out ... "

Whether Montiga actually heard him or was purposefully ignoring him just to tease him further didn't matter. Vostros just grew more turned on knowing the snake wasn't even going to acknowledge him anymore, aside from the occasional stroke or knead with his feet to check just how soft he was getting. Monty went on hosting his game, talking to everyone like there wasn't anything remotely unusual about that particular session.

He never flinched or moaned out to hint at Vostros' fate. Steady and focused as ever, he rolled his dice, he typed his results, and he shuffled through his handwritten notes while he dictated the start of a new adventure where everyone's characters would probably end up erotically churned up yet again. His players never faulted him for repeating himself.

Vostros was definitely diminishing. He could feel it in the way he slowly softened and smoothed over under the pressurized clenches of that hungry sack. When he tried to reach his hands out and press against the walls, he found his arms too weak. Every squeeze was squishing inwards a little more, a little tighter, flexing firmly around that melting silhouette. What started as the obvious outline of a whole lizard was soon just a bulge, a lump in Monty's tightening nuts.

They pulled up higher and higher until Vostros wasn't even resting on the floor beneath that computer desk anymore. He was getting squeezed towards Monty's body, losing shape, losing firmness, and feeling nothing but the absolute pleasure of being utterly demolished in the most humiliating, intimate of ways. He just hoped it felt as good for Monty as it did for him, even as his mind started to cloud in the musk bath that was the snake's nuts.

They rounded out and smoothed over glurn by glurn all throughout the casual session. Vostros couldn't squirm anymore by the end. He wasn't even sure if he was still a lizard. All the melting made him feel so much smaller, all compacted into a tight sack while Monty's nuts returned to something resembling their original size. Not quite. They had about doubled in heft thanks to the sloshing load sagging and bloating them out as he digested Vostros down to nothing.

In the end, the lizard did manage to make him moan mid-sentence, but only for a moment. It was that final moment, that triumphant clench that led to the splurching squish of all the solid form that remained of Vostros that got the groan from the snake's lips. From there it was just the heavy grumble of his hungry sack finishing off the last of his motionless prey while he hissed to himself and waved off any concern his players had for him after that sudden sound.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just a little issue I'm dealing with," he explained, as if it was a back spasm or something of the sort.

He worked slowly. There was plenty of digestion to be done. Monty made sure to keep from leaning down too close to his nuts to keep his headset from picking up the various glorps and grumbles from within. The pleasure was constant, but only broke through his laid back nature now and then. A sharp little exhalation or a brief, hushed hiss was easy enough to pass off as nothing. None of them knew he was currently melting their fifth player down to thick, musky snake spunk while he walked them through the start of their next lewd adventure. Though some of them probably had a bit of an idea. There was no hiding such a prolific predatory nature forever.

A long, relaxing soak deep in Monty's nutsludge was enough to render down every last recognizable trace of Vostros, but for a few clattering remnants. Every pound, every scale got converted into a rich, satisfying load to pump and bloat the snake's balls. He ran his palms over the surface of his sack with the pleasing sound of scales on scales. A sudden deep, inner clench made him sharply grunt into his headset while he started to wind down the session. He wasn't going to be able to keep the pressure down for much longer. Perhaps his players noticed the slight haste with which he dismissed them for the week.

"I'll message you about the rest actually - something just came up. Sorry to cut it short. See you all next week."

They barely got their goodbyes in before he ended the call. His cock was spurting up in his face from the sheer volume of precum jetting from the well-stretched slit. It had mostly sealed back up, tight as ever, but still slightly gaped and oozed. The musk poured through his room, more potent than ever, mixing with the traces of their messy sex. He huffed his way out of his chair and slowly dragged himself towards his bed. There was no time to find a condom, or even get to the bathroom. He was just going to have to blast Vostros all over his room. Maybe he was just telling himself he couldn't wait to justify the indulgent mess he was about to make.

A slick stroke along that spire kept him pulsing desperately. He rocked back and forth from the tips of his toes to his heels, using his tail for balance so he didn't topple over. His bed was already thoroughly slathered in the scent of sex. It was about to get muskier. His tail served as a spring to absorb the recoil of his bulging, flexing cumshot once it went gushing up his tip. A blast of hot snake spunk turned into a constant, spraying hose of fresh cream.

The torrent of former lizard splurched against the wall and splashed off in all directions. It ran down the steamy windows. It flooded his bed until there were multiple waterfuls of rich, sludgey jizz pouring over the edges. A puddle accumulated around his feet, working between his toes while he emptied out his tightly flexing balls. Hissing, drooling, wobbling back and forth while he remained locked in that mind-rocking orgasm, Monty revelled in the pride of having such a handsome lizard devote himself entirely to his own cravings.

Even after the initial pressure lessened, Monty was still squirting. He started to slump forward when it seemed like he was almost done, and then jerked back with the force of another rope of jizz shooting viciously from his engorged shaft. He painted his bedroom down in cum and nostril-searing musk until his dick was left pulsing without a single drop left to give. With a long sigh, he slowly sank down atop his tail, using it like a chair as he surveyed the steaming chaos he'd inflicted upon his very own bedroom. Cleanup was going to be a bitch, and the whole place was going to smell like snake sex for a while no matter what he did. He hardly cared about that kind of thing when he was

"Looks like we need a new barbarian. What a mess. I'm sure I'll find someone eager to take your place."

Whether he meant in the game or in his balls, only he knew for sure. There was no one there to hear him, of course. He permitted himself the indulgence of speaking to himself for how good he felt, glowing in the aftermath of completely, utterly ending that fine lizard for his own pleasure. At least it had been mutual down to the moment Vostros couldn't feel anything at all.