Tribal Studies
Legal Stuff: Karen and all characters are (c) to me, don't read if you're under 18. Blahblah.
Karen sat on a log, legs crossed over each other as she wrote in her journal. It had been over a year since the lioness had come to the village of the Virret tribe. A year immersing herself in their culture, learning their language, and studying them. She'd finished her studies at the university a few years ago and had decided on this trip. The tribe had always been a mystery to her, something spoken of in books, but never detailed. And there was nothing the lioness loved more than unraveling a mystery. So she had set out to find the tribe and see what she could learn about them.
She had just come back from a hike to the nearest town, which was several days away, to get her mail and send a few letters. Her family was doing well, the nieces and nephews were getting bigger. It interested her long enough to get her to stay and write them a nice big letter before sending it off. She'd been eager to get back to the village though, she'd heard whisperings about something big that was coming up.
Looking up from her journal, she looked at the tribe and smiled as some kids ran through the center. One of the women, Le'ani looked up from her weaving to scold them gently. The kids, all the same age, giggled and shouted something back, but they slowed down and stayed away from the areas were their mothers and aunts were working. Le'ani looked over to see Karen and smiled, shaking her head at the children before going back to her work on the weaving.
Like the rest of the tribe, Le'ani looked like a mix between a reptile and a snake. Her body swept around in graceful curves, head vaguely arrow shaped. Her underside was a light tan color with larger, wider scales, and her back was reds, blacks, and yellows in striped patterns. Her legs were stretched out to either side of the mat, fingers quickly plaiting in new strands. Karen looked around the tribe quickly, spotting patterns and colors that ran the full gambit. Stripes here, diamonds there, streaks, spots, and more. Most of the tribesmen stood shorter than her own height, just a few inches shy of six feet. The only tribe member that was different was the chief, Virretoras.
Unlike the other tribe members, Virretoras didn't have legs. Instead, he used his extremely long tail and body to slither along like a snake. He actually looked like a naga, straight out of the fantasy novels she read. His arrow shaped head seemed so wise and dangerous at the same time, those slit-pupil eyes staring right at someone and weighing everything he was told. His forked tongue would flick out between his lips while he thought and considered things. Broad shoulders gave way to strong arms and clawed hands. Every inch of his body was chiseled with muscle, dark scales rippling over them. That was another thing that was different, while most of the tribe seemed to have colors and patterns like tropical snakes, Virretoras's coloration always struck her as much more like a cobra. As far as she knew, he pretty much was a cobra. A few times, rarely, she had seen him flare up a white hood and snarl out a challenge to someone that questioned him. The sight of that had stirred some ancient fear in her and it took some time to get her fur smoothed back down.
Karen hummed softly as she flipped the page of her journal. Instead of continuing the entry she had been doing, she began to sketch Le'ani as she worked on the weaving. She always liked to sketch things around the village, keeping the little pictures in with the rest of her journal entries. It was a lot easier than working with a camera, especially since the film tended to ruin unless she found a way to get it out to be processed. And don't even get her started on digital. Sliding off the log, she pressed her back against it and continued her drawing.
She hadn't been working too long when she heard someone moving behind her. The lioness craned her head and saw Virretoras standing near her. His body was draped over the log in several places, stretching out behind him. Despite having been around him so many times, the sight of the naga still made her fur bristle a little. He wore authority like a cloak, the type of person that people would listen to when he spoke. On more than one occasion she had found herself almost hypnotized by his words. His only clothing was a loincloth wrapped around his waist, and a choker. The choker was made of bone, wood, and stone fetishes hung from a strap of leather.
His eyes went from her face down to the book. Without thinking, Karen tilted it towards him, letting the chief see what she had been sketching. Nodding, he let out a soft little noise of approval. "Karen, I trust you have heard of the coming ceremony?"
She nodded and swallowed, "Yes, I have heard talk of it." Once again, she found herself comparing her speech to his. It only made her aware of how awkward their language sounded when it came from her mouth.
Virretoras nodded and turned his head to look over the village. "I am going to ask that you leave the village during the ceremony. Several of the women will be taking the children to another area we have nearby." He looked back at her, muscles rippling as he shifted. "I hope you understand. This is a very sacred time for us, a time where the adults come together and strengthen the tribe." The lioness chewed on her lip. As much as she wanted to stay and observe the ceremony, she lived in a state of worrying that she might be asked to leave if something went wrong.
With a soft sigh, she nodded, "As much as I would enjoy watching the ceremony, I will join the others."
Of course staying with the others was another matter entirely, she thought to herself as she crouched in the brush, moving slowly. The secondary village was only about an hour or so away, a short walk. There had only been a handful of females that went there to watch the kids. About half of the village's women accompanied by some of the younger males. Those groused quite a bit about being deemed too young to participate. She'd waited until a bit later, after the evening meal, to announced that she was going to examine the surrounding area. They laughed at her and waved her off, telling her to be careful. It wasn't unusual, once she had a grasp of what was around the village, she had done the same there.
She'd stashed her pack inside some roots of a tree, and was not climbing up a hill near the village. The lioness didn't dare get too close to the village, but she had to see what was happening. She couldn't get many details out of the other females there, just that it as a ceremony they did on a yearly basis around a new moon. Which made traveling that much harder. Karen banged her shin on a root and stopped to rub it, biting her tongue to keep from yelping out.
Once she stopped aching, Karen continued to climb the hill crouching lower the closer she got to the top. Butterflies were fluttering around in her belly like mad as she crested the hill. She dropped all the way to her belly and literally crawled through the undergrowth until she could peek over the edge. From this vantage point, she had a good view of the village's center, where everyone was gathered. Karen covered her mouth as if to physically hold back the gasp at what she saw before her.
Every member of the tribe that had stayed behind were scattered around the center. It was hard to make out what was happening because of the bonfire in the center. The leaping flames turned bodies into twisted shapes and made dancing monsters out of shadows. She didn't need her eyes to tell her what was going on though. Even under the fragrant jungle growth, her nose picked up the scent of sex and arousal. Moans and grunts drifted up towards her, mixed with the steady beat of drums.
Try as she might, no matter how she craned her head and stretched her body, she still couldn't make out any real details. "You're crazy, you know that?" she hissed at herself as she began to climb down the hill. "Be the shadows," she hissed to herself as she hurried through the plants. Karen made it to the village's edge fast enough, using the dancing shadows to dart from building to building as she got closer. Sticking as close to one of the walls as she could, she slipped alongside a hut. She leaned over to peer around a basket and this time she couldn't help but gasp.
Le'ani was mere feet from her, back arched as she straddled one of the hunters. Her tail was arched up as high as it could go, one of the fishers on top of her, both taking the female at a rough pace. Her moans were somewhat muffled by the male standing in front of her, holding her head against his lap. The lioness shifted her body, heart pounding in her ears as she watched her friend being taken by three strong males. Sinewy muscles tensed as the female voiced a lusty noise, her thighs trembling as she peaked. Two of the males hissed, but kept going, only encouraged by that.
Glancing around the center, she could see that other knots had formed around other females, and sometimes other males. Everywhere she looked, the Virret were engaged in small orgies. The scent of their lust was invading her nose, mixing with the scents of the jungle. Finally it clicked. This would explain why all the people in the village seemed to be in groups around the same age, and why males called all the children theirs. She'd heard of some species of feral snakes that formed mating balls, but never in anthropomorphic society.
Karen stayed in the shadows, eyes darting from one group to the next. Her back arched up as her hand moved down her belly, petting over the fur there with a soft groan. Other than her fingers, and a quick fling or two in the town, she hadn't really had anything to sate her need. She'd even gone out of her way to warn the tribe when her heat came around. They just chuckled at her and agreed with her request to ignore her scent. Blushing, she folded her ears back, remembering their respect when it came around to her heat. Turning around, she started to rise so she could leave.
Mer'ak, one of the village's top hunters stood in front of her, as bare as the day he was born and sporting a rather sizable erection. Karen jerked as the image of her kneeling in front of him, worshiping that delicious looking cock flashed through her mind. How did he find her, she was sure that she hadn't been noticed. Without a words, he reached down and grabbed her arm, lifting her up and marching her through the village. The firelight glinted off his scaled hide and rippled across his face. It was then she remembered the pit organs, which would have let him see her body heat no matter how carefully she hid. Holding onto her arm, he led her over to an open-sided building.
Virretoras sat in the middle of the hut, resting his elbow on a table and propping his head on his knuckles. Instead of the expected look of anger, he wore one of mild amusement as she was hauled in front of her. The naga hissed out in a soft voice, "I see your curiosity got the better of you, Karen." She looked at him with a soft whimper, feeling her captor's hand trailing along her body and scratching at her through her clothes. Her nipples were standing firm under her top, creating little points for their claws to pluck at. The chief nodded ever so slightly and the hands released her.
She didn't dare take her eyes off the much larger male as he reclined there, flicking his tongue slowly. Virretoras sat up a little and took the pitcher, pouring the amber liquid from it into the bowl. "You were asked to stay away from this ceremony, Karen." The lioness was breathing a little harder, heart pounding in her chest as she listened to the chieftain. "Do you wish to become a member of the tribe?" His eyes met hers and bored right into her very core. She could barely bring herself to bob her head in a nod, but it seemed to be enough. "Then come, drink," he said, nudging the bowl with a finger.
Walking over, Karen felt her nervousness building even faster, heartbeat matching the pounding of the drums. Her hand trembled as she picked up the bowl and brought it to her mouth. A quick look over to the male revealed that he was only watching her, reflections from the fire dancing in his eyes. Before he courage could fail her, the lioness tipped her head back and poured the liquid down her throat. For a moment it burned like smooth alcohol, but then it was gone. So too was her nervous trembles and butterflies. Another sensation replaced the gentle fluttering, the feeling of hard fingers sliding up under her shirt. Looking at Virretoras, she voiced a slight purr.
"So what is this ceremony?" She asked, swaying a little as she handed the bowl back. Virretoras took the bowl and poured himself some of the drink.
He tipped it back and took a deep gulp, swallowing it all in one motion. "It is the time of mating, time to celebrate the creation of new life." Setting the bowl down with a solid click, he pointedly looked right at her clothed body. Karen blinked for a moment before feeling her cheeks and ears flush with embarrassment. Well, as they say. When in Rome and all that.
Moving a half-step closer to the chieftain, she lifted her shirt up and let it fall away. Her modest bust was bared to the naga. Ever patient, he watched as she let her shorts slide down shapely legs, kicking them and her panties aside. Finally, she reached up and pulled at the band that held her brown hair up in a pony tail, freeing it to cascade around her shoulders. The lioness stood in her full glory in front of the chieftain, his eyes taking in everything she offered. He shifted his body some, leaning back against his seatless chair. Karen's eyes followed the curves of his body as he shifted, gasping when she noticed his erection.
The lioness moved and corrected herself, erections. Twin red spires stood up from his body, both looking delicious enough to make her moan. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around one of the crimson spears and stroked it lightly. She knew that all the tribesmen were warm-blooded, but it still surprised her to feel how hot the naga's cock was. As she leaned forward, the rested a hand on his abs, admiring the firm muscles there. Virretoras moved his body, scales rasping through the dirt as he arranged himself differently. His tail arched up and pressed against her back, urging her forward. Coaxed forward by the silent request, Karen straddled his thick body.
Their flanks were exposed to the fire, giving the lioness a good look at what was before her. His cocks were stacked, one above the other, and sticking out of a slit. Both of his members were thick enough to give her a good stretch, something she felt the aching need to experience. The tips had a slight spiral shape to them, as if they were designed to screw into a female. The shafts were rather unremarkable, other than the wonderful veins standing out on his flesh. Near each base, she felt a bulge that she played with for a moment. The noises outside of the hut seemed to grow distant, all the moans, grunts, and the drumming. All that fell away as she leaned in and took a deep whiff of his scent. He smelled just like the jungle, earthy and full of life.
Karen tilted one of his cocks up, stroking it gently as she took the other into her mouth. Careful of both her teeth and her rough tongue, she slipped her mouth over his flesh. His musky flavor made her groan in need, rubbing her hips against the wider scales on his belly. Using the underside of her tongue, she began to caress the length in her maw, bobbing her head quickly. Precum met the fingers playing with his other length, which she quickly smeared over his pole. Virretoras was silent until she lightly scratched her teeth against him, drawing a groan from the naga. She couldn't help but smile around him, a purr rattling up her throat, as she bobbed her head over his length.
Not that he was sitting idle. It was her turn to moan as his muscles shifted under her, making those movement scales rub against her pussy. Shivering at that new feeling, she pushed her head down on him. Karen shut her eyes tight as she felt his tip slip into her throat, fighting against the gag for a moment before pulling back with a gasp. Turning her head, she started to cough for a moment, half expecting to hear a laugh from the larger male. When it didn't come, she looked up at him and saw only a gentle smile as the male stroked her cheek. Purring, she nuzzled into his palm, kissing it.
He turned his hand and cupped her chin, lifting it gently. Karen slipped up his body, following that light touch to her jaw. Lifting her body up, she glanced down to watch as he lifted his upper cock, the one she'd been jacking. Without having to be told, she sank down onto his length, moaning as it spread her open. Her tail arched up high as she took in every inch that he had to offer. His other cock slipped up between her ass cheeks, smearing pre and saliva along her furred cheeks. Leaning against his strong chest, she moaned as she began to ride him. Rolling her hips into each bounce, she started to pant as her pleasure started to build up. This was far more than just a one-niter in a hotel room. What it was, felt beyond words for her to describe.
Virretoras leaned his head in, rubbing his scaled lips against her breasts. Arching her back, Karen presented herself to the chieftain with a moan. Her body bounced against his with firm slapping noises. Forked tongue flicked against her teats before he reached up to play with her furred breasts. Using his fingers he toys with her peaks, finding them pebble hard. Closing his lips around one of them, the naga groaned out as she pushed her body tight against his, clenching her cheeks against the shaft trapped behind her. For the moment, he leaned his body back, letting her take care of everything as he groaned out in pleasure. Precum from his cock smeared against her cheeks, making a trail through the fur on her ass.
Not wanting to leave it alone like that, she lifted her body up. Karen gasped as the cock slipped out of her pussy, feeling suddenly empty. Reaching down, she grabbed the length that had been nestled between her rear cheeks and lifted it up. Without any hesitation, the lioness sat down on it, letting out a pleased yowl as it spread open her nether again. It might just be her imagining things, but this one felt thicker than it's brother. Purring as loud as she could, she reached down to grip the cock she'd just abandoned. Her hands pulled it up against her body, rubbing and petting it as she began to ride him.
Pressing that hot length tight against her vulva, she ground her clit against it. Tossing her head back, the lioness began to pant as her legs drove her up high. His tip stretched her lips before she'd fall back onto him, rear smacking against his firm body. She pressed her palms against his cock, rolling her hips to grind against him more as she voiced a throaty moan. Lifting up on his body, she paused for a moment to toy with his cock. Rubbing it's spiral tip against her slit, she moaned as how it's shape felt against her clit. Pressing it tighter to her, she pushes down firmly, yowling as it rippled past her pearl.
Virretoras leaned in again, grabbing both of her breasts and lavishing attention on them. Karen arched her back more, pressing her breasts towards his maw. He tugged and licked at her nipples as she rode him, strong hands kneading her soft mounds. Breasts were heaving against the naga's scaled maw as she gasped for air. Pressing down hard against his body, she let out an almost feral snarl as she ground hard against his groin. The fur up and down her spine bristled as she hunched forward. Karen let out a yowl as her climax hit her, jerking and grinding against Virretoras. Hands fell to his body to hold herself up as she trembled, tail arching up.
Not that he was going to let her rest. While her pussy was still clenching around his pole, the naga shifted his body around, laying her down on the ground. He continued to thrust against her, rocking her with powerful strokes, as his hands fell to her legs. Karen could only hold on for the ride as he lifted one leg up and started to turn her over. She mewed in pleasure as her body shook. Rolling over onto her side, she uttered a lusty groan. His continued thrusting combined with her turning around produced a very interesting feeling as she twisted on that spiral tip of his. He pushed in several inches and stopped as she turned. Shifting a leg under her body, she rolled all the way onto all fours, tail arched up higher. When she moved, it made that tip rub against her g spot and twist, literally screwing her. A tremor raced through her as she lay her cheek on the cool ground.
The naga male shifted some behind her before thrusting forward, his upper cock slapping against her rear. Karen moaned and pushed her ass towards him, spreading her legs out and scratching the ground. Looking back, she saw a smirk on his face as he reached down and took his cock in hand. She swallowed and watched as he pressed it between her cheeks, right up against her tailhole. With one hand on her thigh, and the other on his length, Virretoras pushed his body forward slightly. She felt her virgin ass spread open for him before he pulled back. Slowly, a little bit at a time, he opened her up until they both felt his tip pop into her. Then, with a single, steady motion, he sank his cock right into her ass.
It didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, but her ass was throbbing with each beat of her heart. The naga rolled his body back and rammed in again, making her arch up and cry out in pure delight. As if a spell broke, the sounds from outside the hut came rushing back to her ears; but now she could feel the drums. They shook through her body with each beat, the naga matching his pace so that his body impacted hers with each sounding. It was like her tunnel was the skin of the drum and he was beating at her with his sticks. It reverberated through her body and resonated deep inside of her, making her tremble in desire.
She had never felt this full before, there was no way she could describe it. The twin spires were rubbing against each other, just a thin membrane of flesh keeping them apart. Karen pressed her cheek to the hard-packed dirty and huffed, ears pinning back in her loosed hair. His strong hands held onto her body, pulling her back into each motion. Not that she needed the encouragement, she was pushing back to meet his body. Lowering her shoulders to the ground, she reached back with a hand and placed it on his. A low hiss came from the naga as he drove all the way into her each time.
Karen felt something slither along her leg and up against her pussy. The lioness let out a shuddering moan as the scaled thing rubbed against her clit, making her thighs tremble and body twitch. Whatever it was moved up higher, between her breasts, then around them slowly. Looking down, she could see the firelight glinting off scales as whatever it was made a slow figure-eight around her tits. It took her a moment to figure out that it was Virretoras's tail, by then it was almost level with her neck. The tail coiled loosely around her neck and just rested there as the male pounded her. Each thrust traveled down his body in a slow wave. His tail rubbed against her in a delicious torture that started against her clit, went up her belly, around her breasts, and stopping at her neck.
Snarling in lust, the feline pushed back into him. Something was starting to pop in and out of her holes, but she was too caught up in how great the fuck felt to notice. The drumming started to come faster, the beats closer together. Virretoras kept pace with them, his body starting to fly against hers as she yowled and screeched, pushing back as much as she could. Her second orgasm hit her hard, body arching up as her fur bristled. Her ass clenched down around his length as her pussy milked him. Two different sensations from the female, one hard and sharp, the other soft and rolling. She was hissing and spitting in pleasure, writhing with a frenzy that surprised her.
He grabbed onto her legs and twisted her body. She wasn't in control enough to move with him as the naga literally wrenched her down to lay on her side. He lifted one of her legs straight up to point at the roof, displaying her front to the tribe as he fucked her holes. Virretoras shortened his thrusts, pumping against her even faster as he voiced a deep his. Ancient terror raced up and down her spine, joining with the waves of orgasmic joy that still raced through her system. Pushing deep against her, the naga stopped thrusting and began to grind.
This was something completely alien to her, how he moved and worked his body. Even though he'd ceased pounding her sore rear, the way he shifted and moved his body made his dicks continually move inside of her. She noticed the swelling in her ass first, but couldn't place what exactly it was. A similar growth was happening in her pussy, slipping and sliding in her body a little as her lover took her serpent style. Karen voiced a quiet mew as her body shook again, a third finish already starting to build up. It seemed like she wasn't going to be finishing alone, she could feel the chief's body growing tense as well.
Virretoras pressed his scaled groin tight against hers as he took a deep breath. The coils around her breasts shifted and tightened briefly as she reached back to rest a hand on his side. For a moment, it felt like time had frozen, their bodies pressed flush. Deep in her belly, she felt a distinct pinch as that tip screwed right into her cervix. She could feel his climax as it started as a tremble in his scales. The tremble build into a tidal wave that pressed against her and blasted into her. He let out a noise that was part hiss and part roar, throwing his head back and displaying his fangs. Karen's head fell back against his chest as she voiced a scream of her own. For a moment, she was blind and deaf to the world. Lights danced in her eyes and a roaring filled her ears. The most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced took hold of her and held tight. Eyes rolled back into her head as she groaned, nearly passing out from the strength of it.
Entirely too soon, it was over. She slumped on the cool dirt, chest heaving as she tried to pull in enough air to clear her head. He was still pressed tight against her, both cocks lodged deep inside of her body, twin knots holding him inside of her. He was still cumming, each spray of his seed making his cocks tense for a second. Dreamily, she lay her head down on his powerful arm and purred, content to enjoy the closeness for the moment.
Karen's breathing slowed as she lay there on the ground, eyes drifting closed until they were just barely open. The drum beats continued to throb through her body, but like the lusty sounds of the tribe, they felt distant to her. She was only dimly aware of Virretoras behind her, most aware where their bodies touched. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep at the moment, not with pleasurable notes still jangling in her body. It wasn't like she wanted to sleep anyway. Each time one of them would move a little, those knots would tug and shift at her. While her pussy wasn't really made to hold onto one of those. She'd been with a canine before and knew that with him, she could usually slip off his knot with just a little wiggling. However, since the naga was tied with her ass, well she was stuck like this for a time.
Looking at the bonfire, the lioness purred softly and lay there. The flames leapt and danced in front of her, casting a pulsing warmth over her. The world took on a fuzzy edge to it, the fire moving and swaying like a living thing. It almost looked like there were shapes inside it, moving and contorting in some primal dance. Her purring died down and her breathing slowed, caught up in the fluid motions of the imagined creatures. Pressing back against the naga's body, she purred deeply. She could feel his heart beating against him, matching the drums that still filled her body.
She was so relaxed that she didn't notice as the naga pulled out of her some time later. Her body arched as he pulled away from her, wanting to stay pressed up against the powerful male. The naga said something, but she couldn't make out the words beyond a pair of names. Karen just lay there in a partial trance as two figures approached her, one was Mer'ak, and the other was his son, Pul'is. The tribesmen scooped her up gently, Pul'is sliding his arms under her armpits and Mer'ak gripping her legs. Together they moved her out of the hut and towards a low table set up near a knot of villagers. As he moved, Mer'ak's cock pressed against her vulva.
This made her blink slowly as she started to come out of the trance. Lifting her head, she smiled at him before tilting her head back to look up at his son. Like his father, the younger male was sporting a sizable erection, which slipped through her hair. Leaning her head back some more, the lioness arched her back and licked along his cock. She made sure to use the smoother underside of her tongue. Not too many guys liked the feel of her rough tongue on their cock. Pul'is shuddered and nearly lost his grip at the feel of her tongue over his length.
Mer'ak chuckled at his son and set the lioness down on the cot, lowering himself to his knees. "Be gentle with him, this is his first ceremony and he hasn't done anything other than watch thus far."
Karen purred as the older male moved between her legs, pressing his cock against her body and rocking his hips. "I should fix that then." Smiling up at the younger male, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and angled it down so she could get at it. He shivered and moaned, leaning forward and planting his hands on either side of her head as she nursed on his cock.
Pulling her head off his cock, she rubbed him with her paw a moment and looked between the males. Their coloration were similar, like that of a water moccasin. Mer'ak's body was covered in bands of dark reds, browns, and blacks, and rippled with the muscle of a hunter. Pul'is was lighter in color, and his body still a little gangly, but he was growing into it, sinewy muscle covering his body. Both males were roughly the same height and packed similar equipment. They looked to be six or seven inches long and had soft barbs near the tip. Their dicks stood proudly from matching slits, a set of testicles hanging free as well.
Mer'ak called for his son's attention as he drew back. With a graceful motion, he drove right into the lioness, cock slipping through the cocktail of naga sperm and her own juices. Karen's purr returned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and let her ankles rest on his tail. The older snake began to push against her, scaled body slapping against her furred groin. Looking down, she could see his cock glisten in the firelight as he took her. Each time he pulled out, those barbs would tickle against her insides, calling her lust back to the surface. She looked up and had to hold back a laugh, seeing how the young male was watching his father intently.
She had just started to move her head again to service Pul'is when another male came over. It was one of the older males, Caa'ol, who looked like a python, tan hide dotted with darker brown shapes. Despite being one of the older males, thick muscle still rippled under his scaled hide as he approached them. His lance was ready for the joust, looking to be about the same length as Pul'is, but with a mushroom-like tip and much thicker looking. He smiled down at her and flicked his tongue, "So the feline came to the ceremony, hmm?" The younger viper shuffled to the side some, watching as the elder lowered himself to his knees. Taking his cock in hand, he pressed it against her lips. Karen opened her mouth and let him slide in, relaxing as best she could. "Mer'ak, could you help me shift this kitty?"
The viper grunted softly and together the males moved her higher onto the table. Now her head could hang off the end, hair falling to the dirt. Caa'ol started to move his hips slowly, groaning as her tongue flicked against his cock. Occasionally, she'd move her head a little so that her teeth just barely grazed over his flesh, or so that the rougher side would just brush against his tender flesh. His hips moved slowly, slowly probing deeper with each push before coming back. Karen breathed easily until he reached the back of her muzzle. The lioness pushed at his hips and he stopped quickly, drawing back a fraction of an inch.
Now that he knew how deep he could go, Caa'ol began to pump against her maw steadily. At the same time, Mer'ak began to pump his hips, rocking her body onto the wooden table. The lioness arched her back up with a delighted purr, tongue swirling around the python's flesh. Her hand reached out, questioning, until it found Pul'is. She let her fingers move along him before finding the male's longing. Wrapping her fingers around him, she began to stroke his flesh, drawing a groan from the male. He shuffled closer to her body, nudging at the python's side.
Caa'ol offered a little hiss to the younger male and rocked his hips against the feline, letting his eyes glide over her body. Each of Mer'ak's brutish thrusts were making her breasts bounce. Those luscious, furred mounds and their pink nipples. Licking his maw, the python pushed his hips forward a little more before pulling out of her mouth entirely. He moved to the side and grabbed Pul'is by the tail, almost hauling the younger male in front of the lioness. Karen uttered a purr and wrapped her maw around his cock as soon as it was within reach, flicking her tongue around his tip and playing with his barbs some. She smiled as the younger male let out a pleased hiss and shuddered, his body almost freezing.
Closing her eyes fully, she simply enjoyed the feeling of the two males taking her body. Mer'ak was like a beast, his body pounding against her quickly. Oh damn... those barbs of his, she hadn't had anything like that digging into her body in far too long. Those alone were enough to make her toes curl. Turning her head a little, she sucked on the younger male and let her tongue roll over his flesh. The viper shuddered and bucked his hips a little, some of his precum starting to slide out of his cock.
She had just started to wonder where Caa'ol had gotten to when she felt him moving to straddle her chest. For a moment, his full weight rested on her body, making it harder for her to breath. He shifted and she pulled off of the other male to look up at him. The python grilled down at her as he knelt, straddling her chest. Clawed hands gripped her breasts and pressed them together around his cock. She moaned at him as his fingers played with her teats, hot pole slipping between them. Leaning her head back again, she closed her eyes and took Pul'is back into her mouth.
The two older males moved against her, claiming her body as theirs, something to sate their lusts. The younger male, however, was just barely rocking his hips as her tongue slid over his flesh. Karen reached out and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth before pushing at his hips. She could hear the smile in Caa'ol's voice as he hissed; "Gotta move those hips, boy. Can't let her do all the work!" He started to move, slowly at first, but started to go faster as her hands urged him on. "There you go, just pay attention to Karen and she'll let you know what to do." She smiled as the male grunted a reply. Her tongue slipped along his cock and flesh, tasting him. His flesh was a little sweet, but had a slightly acidic undertone, just enough to make her tongue tingle slightly.
A purr erupted up her throat as she rocked between father and son, feeling the warmth and weight of the other male kneeling over her. His precum was matting her fur and filling her nose with even more musky scents. Reaching a hand around, she toyed with Pul'is's balls as her tongue flicked against his pumping shaft. The younger male gasped and jerked his hips at the new feeling. Already his cock was starting to drool it's pre onto her tongue, the flavor a bit sweeter than most males she knew. She could feel pleasure start to build up in her body once more as Mer'ak continued to pound against her at an unrelenting pace.
She uttered a moan and arched her back up, pressing against the hunter's body. Sucking on the length in her maw, she felt the pressure build towards her release. Pul'is beat her to it, hips jerking as the younger male groaned. His spined cock twitched in her maw as he trembled. His finish didn't last longer than a few seconds, but the lioness purred softly as she felt him empty his load in her maw. Some of his seed leaked out of her lips, but she swallowed down most, teasing his tip. The male's spunk was nice, but had a strange tingle across her tongue and lips. He pulled back, gasping and jerking his hips lightly as her tight lips worked his sensitive flesh. Pul'is almost tipped over as he sat back on his heels, length already softening. It was only then that she realized that Mer'ak had stopped.
Fingers slid through her hair, making Karen look up as Caa'ol gripped her head. Smiling, the lioness lifted her head and flicked the smooth underside of her tongue against his cock as it slipped between her mounds. The older snake hissed, "How did it feel?" She tilted an ear towards the younger virret as she replaced the hands on her breasts with her own, pressing the mounds around his length.
Pul'is swallowed, "I can't think of words to describe it, it was..." He blinked as the two males, and others nearby, laughed softly.
Caa'ol shifted to plant his hands on the table, pumping his hips faster. "Keep in mind, that usually the other holes are better." The younger male gulped and watched the act. The constrictor turned his attention down to Karen, "I am not gonna hold back too much, sweetling."
She smiled up at him and opened her mouth, turning her tongue upside down. That thick cock slipped between her tits faster as the serpent rolled his body into each thrust. Using her tongue, she guided his tip up into her mouth, where she could seal her lips around him and suck for a moment before he pulled out with a pop. With one hand holding himself up, and the other cradling the back of her head. Turning her tongue a little, she teased him with a quick rub against the rougher texture of her tongue before offering the silky underside again. The older snake shivered and looked down at her with a hiss and a grin. In the firelight, his eyes shone like a pair of smoldering coals when they locked with hers.
She purred at Caa'ol and teased his length more, pushing her hips towards Mer'ak. The viper had started to thrust again, but he was slower this time. Hands stroked over her thighs and belly as he shifted his hips, making his length slip just an inch or so in and out of her. It was downright maddening to the lioness. Cupping her breasts, she played with her nipples, squirming on the table as she growled softly.
The female didn't have too long to complain though, since the python gave her something else to focus on. Pulling back, he rocked his hips faster, tip just barley peeking out from between her tits before ducking back. He worked his body faster, tensing up and hissing lightly. With a twitch and a push, Caa'ol hit his peak. Seed splashed against her waiting maw and across her body. His spunk had a similar flavor to Pul'is, but without that strange numbness. What did surprise her though was the volume that the old timer had. He went easily twice as long as any other male she'd been with, and when he was done, her throat and tits were almost covered in his semen. Caa'ol almost purred as he stood up, his length still hard and glistening in the firelight. "Now if an old coot like me can give her that, and still be ready for the next round. A young stud like you should have kept going." Karen could hear the smile in his voice as he approached the younger virret. "Let me show you how it's done..."
Pul'is and Karen both gasped as the python bent the younger male forward and swung around behind him. Karen looked at Mer'ak then back at the other pair as Pul'is let out a groan, shuddering as he was penetrated. Looking back at the male between her thighs, she saw him smirk and wink. Gripping her thighs, Mer'ak shifted both of them to one shoulder, making her tunnel tighten around him. Since he wasn't saying anything about his son being bent over like that, she guessed it was part of the ceremony. Not that she could really think of a thing to ask, since the hunter began to hammer her once again.
Karen yowled in pleasure and pushed her legs against his chest, arching her body towards the sky. The sounds of scales impacting scales mingled with the sounds of scales on her fur. Huffing, she grabbed onto the wood of the table, claws digging into the wood. Cum-coated breasts bounced freely as she gasped for air. Her climax had died down a little, but it quickly reared it's head again. She could feel it hovering over her, swaying, threatening to strike. Breaths came in short gasps as her head spun, body quivering. She let out a little mew as her body trembled, pleasure crashing through her. Her tunnel clenched down around Mer'ak and milked him as her juices leaked around his cock.
Like Virretoras, he didn't miss a beat. Shifting her legs, he rolled the feline onto her side, leaning over her as his body continued it's assault. The spines on his length continued to pull and rub at her insides, making her hips twitch and push back against him needfully. The way she was laying now gave her a perfect view of Pul'is and Caa'ol in profile. The younger male was on all fours, panting eagerly as the python pumped his thick cock in and out of the virret's ass. Caa'ol looked over at her then Mer'ak with a smirk, "Think you can outlast me?" he teased the other male.
Mer'ak hissed as his tail moved around, wiggling against Karen's tailhole. "I don't think even you'd last long inside of Karen, old man." The lioness let out a short roar as the tail slipped into her ass, it's entrance eased by the mess that Virretoras had left behind. Not to mention the stretching he gave her.
She could only moan and huff, turning her body a little more so her breasts were pressed against the wood. Karen shoved back against his firm body, pushing the others from her mind. Mer'ak drove deep into her, length warm and spines toying with her insides as she grunted and snarled. His hand swung down, giving her ass a firm strike and making her call out joyously. She didn't have any time to cool down after her last finish, already getting pushed into another by the virret. Her heart hammered in her chest as she rocked back, feeling a wild need filling her that she'd never experienced before.
Sucking in air, she arched her back and let out a roar worthy of her wild ancestors. Claws bit deep into the wood as she shoved against the male, body clenching and shaking as she peaked again. Mer'ak wasn't immune this time. He pushed hard against her, digging deep as he pressed his body flush to hers. The virret let out a bone-chilling hiss as he blasted her with his seed. They pushed and ground against each other, savoring the primal finish to their savage mating. But she wanted more.
Karen's body was literally quivering with need as he pulled out of her with a huff. The lioness let out a piteous mew and wiggled her hips, looking at the male. Mer'ak looked from her to the lightening sky and chuckled softly. "You can get more after some rest, it is nearly time to end the ceremony for tonight." Feeling like she was in a daze, the lioness nodded and accepted his hand to stand up. She was purring constantly as he led her into the hut that she slept in. As she moved away from the fire and the drumming, she felt herself start to grow weary. It hit her then that she had been part of the ceremony for hours, how many she lost count.
Mer'ak left her there, the lioness walking to the cot that had been her bed for so long. She felt more and more exhausted with each step until she collapsed on the bed, stretched out on her back. After some sleep, she'd go clean herself up and get some food. Until then, though, all she wanted was to close her eyes and let the dreams come. This had been a truly wonderful day, something that she had longed for without knowing it. Purring, she stretched out and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
But she couldn't sleep. No matter how she lay, those fluttering that started in her body when she drank from the bowl continued. Growling softly, she tossed and turned on the cot, trying to will herself to sleep. Rolling onto her back, the lioness gave a snarl and stared at the ceiling. What an odd situation she was in, exhausted, yet wired.
She was about to get up and go wash off when a low hiss caught her attention. Instinct made her freeze, eyes scanning the hut's interior. Her breath caught in her throat as shape crawled up her cot and began to slither across her leg. It was an albino cobra, a big one. If she moved quick enough, she might be able to grab it and toss it away, then lunge for the door. That was, if she could move. Ancient fright mixed with the weariness, making her limbs feel as if they were cast from stone. She could only watch as the snake crawled across her thigh, tongue flicking as it tasted the air. It moved higher and higher up her body, towards the cleft that had just been used by two of the tribesmen.
Cool muzzle prodded against her lips, making the lioness twitch some. Her eyes went wide as she felt and saw the serpent press against her pussy. With a wiggle, it moved inside of her body, spreading her open around it's thick body. The lioness voiced a nervous whimper as the feral cobra slithered forward, pushing deeper into her. Karen's head fell back against her pillow as she gasped, gripping the metal poles of her cot. The snake began to move it's body around and push it's head against her inner walls. It pulled back and voiced a quite hiss before plunging back in.
It's scaled head rubbed against her inner walls as it pushed deeper until it brushed against her g spot Karen gasped, inner walls clenching around the invading creature lightly. It's body wiggled, tail curling around one of her thighs as it pulled back. She let out a soft sigh before gasping louder when it drove back in. The cobra wiggled and pushed against her like a living dildo. The feeling was incredibly strange, her body filled with arousal, fear, and that burning need. Uncaring of how she was feeling, the cobra slipped it's body around inside of her.
Karen began to pant louder, eyes rolling back in her head as the albino creature continued it's assault on her g spot Before she knew what was happening, the lioness gasped out in a climax, lights flashing before her eyes. The invader didn't seem content with just one. She could feel it's tongue tickling against her body as it pushed and butted and wiggled in ways she never knew were possible. It continued to assail her g spot, going after it like a terrier with a favored toy. Already the pleasure was building, right on the heels of her other finish.
The lioness mewed as she thrashed on the bed, fear forgotten as the snake pushed her from one orgasm to the next. Eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped, tongue hanging out of her maw as she panted. The scaled body pushed against her clit and shoved against her insides. She arched up as she was pushed towards the edge, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. She felt something press against her walls as the cobra pulled back. Its hood popped open fully as the snake pulled back with a hiss. Karen finally screamed as her body quaked, juices squirting from her pussy and splattering on the pale scales. It's pink eyes watched her as she collapsed, panting, with closed eyes.
Her unexpected lover uncoiled from her thigh and draped itself across her legs and belly. Utterly exhausted, the lioness lay there, finally spent enough to pass out. Closing her eyes, she offered a quiet groan as she lay there. Already, her mind was slipping away into the blankness that only complete exhaustion would bring. As she drifted off, she felt the cobra shift a little. Something pinched her inner thigh, followed by a burning there. Karen let out a quiet mew as the darkness consumed her.
How long she slept, Karen wasn't sure. All she knew was that when she woke up, it was all at once and with a jerk. She lay on her cot still, naked and feeling a bit stiff. Stretching her body out, she reached up to scratch her scalp and look around. Virretoras was coiled nearby, the massive naga somehow managing to fit entirely inside of the small hut. He voiced a low hiss at her and smiled, "Ah, you are awake. I had started to worry." His golden eyes seemed to glow as he looked down at her. The albino cobra from earlier was curled around his neck, watching her as well.
"Why were you worried?" She asked, her mouth feeling dry. Karen sat up slowly, her entire body feeling sore. Rubbing her cheek, she stopped when she heard the rasp of scales on scales. Pulling her hand away slowly, she felt a jolt of fear. While she slept scales had grown, covering her hands and part of her forearm with brown and red bands. Very slowly, she turned her head to look at her body, seeing similar patches of scales along her body.
Virretoras flicked his tongue out before speaking; "You wished to become a member of the tribe, and that's what you are now." She looked up at him, ears pinned back against her tangled hair. "I can see it in your eyes, you wonder how." Both cobras looked somehow smug as they looked at the feline. "It is simple, magic. Something your people have long since forgotten about, relegated to stories and fantasy." Extending a hand towards her, he stated; "I am an old creature, called a god by many." The Virret are my people, my... " he paused for a moment to think about it, "I believe the term druid would be familiar to you."
Karen sat up slowly and took stock of everything that had been happening to her. Now the pieces that she simply accepted for so long were falling into place. She thought that Virretoras's difference was simply a genetic oddity. As strange as it might sound, everything fit and sounded right. Not like she could exactly argue with the existence of magic, seeing as how her body had changed while she slept. "How did you change me... um..." she hesitated, trying to come up with a way to address him now that she knew his true nature.
The naga's chuckle was deep and soft, "Just continue to call me what you always have, but you will need a new name." He scratched at his chin lightly; "It was the ceremony. Everything from the drink you partook to the mating worked to change you. And it will continue to change your body with each year."
She looked up at him, oddly calm. "Why do I need a new name?"
His tongue flickered towards her, "Because Karen is now dead, reborn as Ka'ane."