We view the most obscene splendors
Author's note: "We view the most obscene splendors" is a continuation of the previous submission "Interrogations: Furry Dominance, Scaly Submission ex. 2," and describes an event from "Interrogations" which was given only brief mention: an expedition to a place called the Yehamoth Fall-off. "Interrogations" contributes no recurring characters to this story, however, so one should be able to read "Splendors" as a stand alone without referring to the other one, since this one is basically just about snakemorphs fucking everything in sight.
Additional note: Panthriav: an upright-standing anthrofeline. Head and neck=panther; bottom of neck to waistline=humanoid covered in soft black fur, with semi-prehensile forepaws; below the waist=panther
"We view the most obscene splendors"
A long, black four-wheeled coach traveled along an ancient, desolate stretch of highway, marking its passage with a rumbling echoes and plumes of tossed-up dust. It was drawn by a pair of giant, armored ceratopsians that lowed and grunted as the coach's Lupaoran driver urged them both ahead with flicks from his long, thin whip. An armor-clad spearwolf was seated next to him, and on both sides, in front of, and behind the coach, thirty Lupaoran warrior-wolves rode on a like number of smaller ceratopsian steeds, as they escorted the vehicle across a blasted, empty region of dust and whirlwinds.
Behind the coach two more of the massive, lowing beasts pulled behind them a large, iron-wrought cage whose crisscrossing matrix of bars kept several imprisoned creatures separated from one another in different corners. A huge, single Waartog occupied one of the cage-wagon's four compartments, and he snuffled and growled and snapped his powerful jaws at the bars, between which his snout would not fit, as he tried to eat the animals in the neighboring compartments. Exhaustion and malnourishment had driven him mad and he had already devoured the other three Waartogs in the cage with him, having done so while blows from the Lupaorans' spears had been raining down on his back. A group of thin, bedraggled Vulpelins kept their legs tucked in close to their bodies to avoid the Waartog's jaws, and poked their sharp, vulpine muzzles through the bars, staring out across the desert. Several mangy, half-starved Lupaorans occupied the compartment next to them, where they lay on the floor panting and clearly exhausted, with no one to care for them; their Lupaoran brothers outside the cage having long ago abandoned them to the judgments of a society that avenged far more rigorously than it acquitted. A lone Panthriav huntress lay motionless on the floor of the fourth and final compartment, and the faint corrugations of her slender ribcage could be seen beneath the velvet black fur covering her torso.
The coach, the cage-wagon, and its escort were traveling less than one mile to the south of the northern extremity of a region known as Yehamoth, whose most singular topographic feature--the Fall-off--was a precipice twelve hundred miles in length at whose either end stood a limitless, northward-reaching range of mountains. When one stood at the edge of the precipice, one looked out across a vast crater denting the earth, whose abysmal hole had never been fathomed in all of Extuorian history, and whose immense void traveled to the north for miles until the endless mountains resumed, it was generally believed. Mountains appeared to surround the monstrous hole on three sides, but there was always the fear that there was no fourth side, that no end lay to the north, for looking out across it one was able to see only the faint suggestion of a transition between the evening sky and the black emptiness where the horizon fell away.
The Lady Aroslouin, an envoy from the Foreign Relations Council of the Lupaoran Empire watched the phenomenon for several moments from the window of the luxurious coach in which she rode. A cold, gentle wind stirred the fur of her shapely, lupine muzzle and trimmed whiskers, and caused her white, tufted ears to twitch. Close to the abyss, the wind was completely without notable smells. Resting her gray-furred forepaws against the window-sill, she leaned out further to catch the nothing-scent of the wind.
At present she returned her attention to the interior of the vehicle, after hearing her name spoken in irritation. All the furnishings were elegant and trimmed in velvet. The fittings were of polished silver. She traveled with five other passengers, one of which, the Lord Ustalian Gaius was seated across from her with his dark gray tail tucked beneath of his right leg on the cushioned seat. The others in the compartment were Rjalta, a priest of the Holy Sect of the Lupaor, and a young, nervous, white-furred male secretary named Lugauru who had come along to take notes, plus two others who were the bodyguards responsible for the safekeeping of the lord and the lady. They wore full battle armor and carried swords and shields inside the coach, since they traveled through a hostile region.
"Now one thing we all must understand," said Lord Ustalian, "is that when we go abroad we represent the Supreme Lord Auraphin--Lady Aroslouin, there's nothing to see out there. Pay attention. We must not forget who sent us here. We have come here for a single reason, and that is to convince the warlord Shemssu-Lo of the northern ophidiavar that we mean him no harm, and we merely wish to combine our strength with that of his people, in order to secure a larger realm for the both of our species."
"They say that the snake-creatures do nothing but mate, kill, and eat," Rjalta murmured in distaste. "How can we keep such allies? We can't, not if we still expect to be welcomed into Lupersylvia after the Final Judgment."
"Now, Rjalta, Lugauru," Ustalian continued, "I know that the two of you are not without your dislikes, and one of them is anything with scales, but have a care. We must not forget that these creatures are barbarians, like most non-Lupaorans. It may be, in fact, that we are in some danger of being... consumed. But as envoys to the region, it is very important that we view the most obscene splendors of their court as local custom dictates at all times. Some of what we see will disgust us, certainly. Some of it may fascinate or tempt us. However, we must remember to remain averse to participation, even when asked to do so, and never, never do anything that even resembles swearing fealty to their lord."
"What will you do, my lord, if one of their females asks you for a kiss?" Lady Aroslouin asked, flashing a quick, playful smile.
He smiled back without humor. "Politely refuse. We came here with a single purpose in mind, as I said before. Anything off-topic should be left for another time. It's simple. We give them the military strength they desire, plus the backing of our banks and industries, and they give us another army of willing warriors."
"Blessed warriors," echoed Rjalta. "Everything's done for one reason."
Lady Aroslouin's glacial blue eyes rolled up in their sockets, and she turned away from the conversation, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. The journey in the coach had seemed interminable to her after only the first few hours. Now they were entering into their fourth week of travel, and her restlessness had passed beyond anything that might have been called unbearable, entering instead into the realm of pure fatigue. How often she had sat in that rumbling coach, observing total silence as she pretended to pay attention, wishing that they would arrive finally in the ophidiavars' kingdom, if only for the change in scenery it promised to bring.
At last the highway crested a saddle between two low, bare hills, and from there the land fell away in a gradual decline, toward what appeared to be a village of about two dozen black cottages on the edge of the fall-off. Upon entering the village streets, they discovered that all of the buildings were falling down and uninhabited, and although the place appeared to have been abandoned for many years, they observed a number of torches burning atop tall stakes, plus something that had the look of a torch-lined path leading away to the north. They followed the path, approaching the edge of the precipice, and the ceratopsians snorted and shied away in fear as they came within a few hundred feet of the gaping hole.
The path traveled almost to the edge of the abyss, halting a few feet short of it, and there at the end of the torches there stood an unarmored ophidiavar warrior. The creature's rangy snakelike torso was surmounted by a pair of broad, humanoid shoulders, and atop these stood a longish, muscular neck and huge, wedge-shaped, viperine head. He possessed long, muscular arms and pectoral muscles that clearly marked him as male, and beneath these a long pale underbelly of narrow horizontal scales, visible wherever his foreparts were lifted off the ground. Nine feet of serpentine tail extended behind the bend in the creature's body, so that he was able to keep fully seven feet of his foreparts upright without discernible difficulty.
The ophidiavar watched them all carefully with his unblinking gaze as their coach halted fifty yards short of the end of the path of torches. He carried a huge bow of hornbeam in one claw and had a large quiver of arrows slung across his back, but he did not threaten them with these. Instead, as Lord Ustalian, Lady Aroslouin, and their four companions exited from the vehicle, he nodded in their direction and motioned for them to come forward.
They approached him with some hesitation, and when they arrived before him, the ophidiavar inclined his foreparts towards them in a bow, and hissed in accented Lupaoran, "Welcome to the Palace of Shemssu-Lo. You're all expected below. Please..."
The warrior then made a gesture of invitation. Acknowledging the gesture, the Lady Aroslouin and the others approached the Fall-off and saw that a flight of descending steps had been hewn into the living stone in the side of the cliff. The steps descended less than fifty feet into the abyss and ended in a stone landing, which was adjacent to a doorway-sized aperture a short distance below. The aperture in the side of the precipice appeared to be lit from within; its yellow glow could be seen clearly against the invariant blackness of the abyss beneath. There was some unidentifiable noise drifting out of the opening, which was quickly lost to the chill winds that blew constantly from across the Fall-off.
As Aroslouin, Ustalian, and their servants made their way carefully down the rail-less staircase, the ophidiavar stopped them and gestured toward the thirty warriors who had remained mounted on their ceratopsians, guarding the coach.
"They should not be left behind. The Lord Shemssu-Lo invites all of you to come below and meet him. None must be left behind, he said."
Ustalian began, "They must remain behind to guard--"
"Security arrangements have been made. Please..." The ophidiavar gestured with one arm. "All of you..."
Eyeing the creature and its longbow warily, the warriors climbed down off their steeds. Several ophidiavars who were colored exactly like the desert dust appeared out of the shadows and led their ceratopsian mounts away into the obscuring dusk. The escort of Lupaoran soldiers followed the path taken by their predecessors, and arrived at the stone landing after the envoys, only to discover another flight of descending steps awaited them at the turn. From the landing, the stairs plunged down into the earth at a steep angle.
They followed the low-roofed, severely slanting mineshaft for nearly half an hour, and then the staircase executed a sharp turn, their path leveled, and they suddenly found themselves confronting an enormous underground vault adorned with colorful painted scale-patterns on polished stone walls. Pools of azure water lay at the foot of each wall, and lights from underneath the water shone upon the patterns from beneath, creating an aqueous shadow-play that gave the scaly textures the semblance of life. When they looked into the pools, the Lupaorans saw schools of large luminous fish crowding the waters, with scales that glowed pale phosphorescent blue.
On either side of a torch-flanked gate lay pairs of ophidiavars coupling. One of the male snake creatures lay beneath a full-breasted female with his snake's tail coiled around her slender, serpentine neck, pulling her wide-open mouth down onto his bright red double-member while slightly constricting her throat. The female in turn did the same to the male, coiling her tail around his neck and forcing his long, forked tongue and scale-plated snout up into the wet vaginal slit beneath her lower belly scales, while her cum ran down the underside of his jaw and drenched his neck and collarbone.
On the opposite side of the door a pair of females executed a similar positioning, pulling one another by the neck towards one another's clits, which glistened from their saliva and secretions. The two females licked and licked one another, moaning as though they were consuming the finest meal of their lives. At the same time, three large male ophidiavars stood nearby and frigged their long, wedge-headed double-members, until their great spurts of white cum spattered the breasts of the two females. Then the males watched the pair smear the slime all over themselves in the throes of their coupling.
"Well," Rjalta admitted, wearing a blank look of shock, "there's something you don't get to see that often." He swallowed and averted his eyes.
While the Lupaorans stood staring, horribly fascinated by the sight, they failed to notice that an ophidiavar had recently come out of the gate and now stood staring at them with cold, unperturbed yellow eyes. The reptilian creature was easily the most enormous example of his species they had seen in that place, being fully ten feet tall from the top of his head to the bend at the base of his body where his upraised foreparts began. He carried no weapon, but it did not appear that he would need one. His chest and arms were massive, and his claws possessed eight scaly digits apiece, each one armed with a huge, curved black talon clearly made for rending flesh apart. The ophidiavar's primary color was black and shining; only his belly-scales were dark gray, and they appeared to the Lupaorans' rather less lustrous than the rest of him. He flicked a long black tongue at them and as he bowed towards them.
"Shemssu-Lo," said the creature.
"Where is he?" asked Ustalian.
"I am Shemssu-Lo," the ophidiavar answered sibilantly.
"Oh, my apologies--ah, Lord Shemssu-Lo, my name is--"
"Ustalian Gaius, I know," Shemssu-Lo replied rather dismissively, and calling the Lupaoran lord by his full name, without appending his title. "It's good to meet all of you. You must be Aroslouin," the creature said, bowing to her. His gaze lingered over her body a few moments longer, and he kept his tongue quiescent and hidden as he stared at her. He went on to declare, "I am not accustomed to all the titles and coquetry, so I would prefer that you all address me as Shemssu-Lo. There is no need for you to be formal here, as you can no doubt see. I know you must be feeling tired after your journey. Something to eat, perhaps..."
"We should discuss priorities, over a meal of your finest local delicacies," said Ustalian. "This is--ah, a fine place, very... spacious...."
"Thank you. Priorities come later. Come inside now, and we'll see what we have that might satisfy your appetites." Shemssu-Lo gazed at Lady Aroslouin again, and seeing him do so she felt nervous, excited warmth spreading through her stomach to her loins. Was the foreign creature making veiled advances at her? She hid a smile, and she saw the corners of Shemssu-Lo's serpentine mouth lift faintly in response.
"Come this way," said their host.
Shemssu-Lo led them through the gate into a stone corridor lined with alcoves, where they observed all manner of coupling acts taking place between black- and olive-scaled ophidiavars, males and females copulating in the champagne-colored half-light of a few tapers scattered throughout the long hall. When they looked closely they observed that a number of the black-scaled snake-creatures were not ophidiavars at all, but lean Panthriavs with sleek skins of black fur, which glistened with saliva and other secretions as the two species coupled in male-female combinations, and triads; where sometimes a female Panthriav sat on the perch created by her male ophidiavar partner, who lay on his back, and thrust out the lower parts of his tail to form a seat beneath her. In this manner the ophidiavar fucked the female Panthriav from behind, coming up directly underneath her vaginal slit with his thrusts, lifting her body with the force of them, as the female moaned and opened her jaws wide, displaying two protruding white top-fangs and panting. Meanwhile, the male snake-creature's scaly arms explored her velvet-furred torso and rubbed the top of her glistening clit, and he extended his serpentine head down over one of her shoulders in order to lick her furry breasts with his long tongue. The Panthriav had two nipples that were aubergine-colored with very little fur, and the skin of them glistened from the amount of times the ophidiavar had put his tongue to them. The ophidiavar kissed her; he put his whole tongue inside her mouth, and then he put her whole head between his jaws and mock-devoured her for a while, as he continued to fuck her from directly underneath, and rubbed her breasts and her clit with his claws.
A male Panthriav fucked a female ophidiavar in the alcove next to them, while the female lay back with her vulval lips fully distended from beneath her lower scales, and arched her middle coils up towards her partner. The remainder of her tail below her sex was coiled around the top of the Panthriav's muscular, black-furred thigh, and twisted down toward his groin, wrapping one slender coil around the base of his genitals and squeezing his cock and balls. The end of the snake-creature's tail trailed back toward his taint, where it also tickled the base of his balls and toyed with ass-hole.
Even as the envoys watched, another female ophidiavar came up behind the male Panthriav and began to lick his ass-hole and the tip of the other female's tail, while she reached around with both her claws and felt his belly and his pelvic region, stroking up and down until white cum spurted out of his thick member into the sex of the female beneath him. A growling, gasping scream burst from his throat as he climaxed, and he reached for his cock to grab it around the shaft, but climaxed harder and longer as the female ophidiavar directly behind him seized his forepaws by the wrists, and grasped them both together behind his back to prevent him from touching himself. He howled and bellowed as cum flowed out of him.
Rjalta and Lugauru winced at the screams the Panthriav male was producing, and they and their two superiors were encouraged to move on by Shemssu-Lo, who led them from that corridor to a new room in which they observed the prisoners from the sacrifice sent by Lord Auraphin: the one surviving Waartog, the Vulpelins, the Lupaorans, and the lone female Panthriav. All of them appeared to have been fed recently, something bloody and raw, for their whiskers and muzzles appeared to have been daubed in blood.
It was only at that moment that Lord Ustalian came to the conclusion that he now had less than the thirty warrior-wolves that had arrived with him. There now appeared to be only twenty-six warriors, and when Ustalian questioned them generally, most confessed ignorance. Only three admitted to having seen their fellows taking an unhealthy interest in the activities in the corridor.
"I watched Saugris staring at one of the snake-things for a long time," said one of the warriors, "and I shouted to him. I said to come on. He was walking toward me when I turned around. Then when I turned back, he wasn't there. He wasn't behind me."
"I'm quite certain your men are somewhere close by," Shemssu-Lo assured them. "They're in good company. You've nothing to fear."
"Of course not," Ustalian began, "it's just that--"
"Follow me," Shemssu-Lo interrupted, and he slithered ahead of them down a path lit by rows of torches.
"Wait, those creatures--those back there--they were meant to be the sacrifices. I mean, they were the food we promised you."
"I see. Please try to understand, sometimes we ophidiavar are interested only in eating, but it is not so tonight, as you've no doubt seen for yourselves already."
"W--what?" stammered Lord Ustalian. He watched, agog, while one of the big ophidiavar males seized the forepaws of a female Vulpelin, tossed her into the air without letting go of her wrists, plunged her legs directly down his gullet, taking her body all the way inside him, all except for her forearms and paws. The snake-creature closed his jaws gently on her torso and breasts, and let her squirm around inside him for a while before pulling her out with her fur all wet and glistening, and her nipples shiny and protruding after a thorough rubbing from his slimy insides. Then he repeated the process, mock-devouring the Vulpelin several more times in order to clean her fur.
"Come on," said their host, beckoning with one arm and using the other to gesture toward the passageway ahead. "This way..."
As the Lady Aroslouin and her companions followed Shemssu-Lo, and when she turned back to view the ongoing cleaning in the chamber behind her, she saw the ophidiavars cleansing the Lupaoran prisoners in this manner, and a rush of excitement overcame her when she saw one of them--a big female with huge fangs--take a Lupaoran female halfway into her gullet and slide her long, black tongue up between her not-to-be victim's gray-furred breasts, pulling her all the way down, down into her throat to let her struggle for a while, before withdrawing the she-wolf and setting the glistening, slimy-furred creature back down. As Lady Aroslouin watched, her breath quickened, and suddenly she heard a voice calling out to her in irritation.
"My Lady, are you listening to me?" Ustalian was speaking to her in low tones of warning. "We're in danger. Another guard's gone missing." He lifted one forepaw and mouthed the numbers as he counted the guards. "I'm almost certain of it."
"This way," said Shemssu-Lo. "You will, I think, enjoy this next room."
They passed through a gate flanked by two huge pylons and entered a vast, cold vault whose high ceiling was lost to shadow, and whose length and breadth could not be surmised, as the only source of illumination in the room seemed to come from directly in front of them. A tremendous glass aquarium, far larger than the coach they had ridden in to arrive there stood on a stone pedestal similar to an altar. Translucent, luminous azure fluid filled the aquarium almost to the top, and inside it floated two completely different shapes, a giant chondrichthian form with the head and jaws of a white shark and the wings of a great manta ray emerging from its back. The creature possessed six similar legs--three to a side--along its body, along with six, gray webbed hand-feet. It had a shark's back-fin and piscine tail, and it possessed a clearly visible set of male genitalia below the bulge of its belly. The male chondrichthian lay inverted on his back with his erect member pointing straight up towards the second creature, which was simply the largest crocodilian the Lupaoran envoys had ever seen. Its jaws were massive, and it had a huge, barrel-shaped body, webbed, prehensile fore- and hind-claws, and an enormous, thick tail. The bright pink lips of a vulva were barely distended from beneath the scales of the crocodile's lower belly, clearly marking it as female.
The female crocodilian did not move, nor did the male chondrichthian. Both lay in the aquarium tank, the female on top of the inverted male, with their eyes glazed and dead and rolled up in their sockets.
"We call this technique inhabitation," explained Shemssu-Lo. "Essentially you are inhabiting the body of another creature. Its senses become yours for a time." Having said so, the ophidiavar bent toward the floor and rose again with two long cords in his grasp. "Now, Ustalian, how do you most frequently envision yourself, as a male or as a female?"
Lord Ustalian sputtered, "I beg your--I'm a male--"
Shemssu-Lo instantly touched one of the cords to Lord Ustalian's skin as he put the other to his scaly torso. Instantly, almost without transition of any kind, Lord Ustalian found himself underwater, but still able to breathe somehow. The body he inhabited was huge, and possessed more limbs than he could ever remember having in his life. He was unable to raise his head enough to see what was directly above him, but he felt something was there, and then all of a sudden something huge and heavy and scaly bore down upon him with its full weight, pounding the tremendous dead weight of its bulging midsection against his pelvic region, squeezing and roughly stroking his sensitive member between two differently textured surfaces: his smooth, soft underbelly and the crocodilian's corrugated, scaly undersides. Soon the head of his penis found the crocodilian's sex and was pressed against her slit, barely pushing his head through. All at once she slammed down on top of him with her full weight, pushing him all the way inside her while at the same time pushing his chondrichthian body to the bottom of the aquarium and riding him with wild thrashing and violent fucking that Ustalian felt was quite beyond his control, trapped as he was at the bottom of the huge tank. The Lupaoran wondered briefly how he had managed to stay underwater for so long without drowning. Then all of a sudden he remembered who he was and what he had been doing before the otherworldly transition had taken place. He began to struggle harder, but the crocodilian only pounded harder and harder against his groin, taking his shaft all the way inside her, and invoking such tremendous pleasure in him that soon he was working his great, fang-lined jaws in silence and wriggling back and forth on the bottom of the tank, writhing in ecstasy as the cum of the heavy creature on top of him spilled out onto him, besliming the pair of them as they coupled. At last, when Ustalian the chondrichthian loosed his own cum, he did so with such force and such copious fluids that he squirted himself all the way out of the crocodilian's slit, and banged his spine against the bottom of the aquarium. The heavy creature above him immediately drifted down on top of him, pressing its huge belly against his, once more squeezing his recently climaxed member between the two of them and causing Ustalian to shoot off again and again, as the enormous, scaly creature rubbed its belly against his sex.
Lord Ustalian emerged from his trance, gasping.
Shemssu-Lo was speaking when he came to.
"... has yet to be perfected. Your friend here felt only the briefest, faintest flash of a sensation. Isn't that right, Ustalian?"
The Lupaoran looked up dazedly. "Ah, of course... hardly felt anything... like the memory of a dream you had a year ago..."
"Well said," replied Shemssu-Lo. "This way...."
They passed through the aquarium room, traversed a corridor, and came upon an immense underground vault, with a vast expanse of floor like a courtyard at the center of a city, and all over the floor writhed a veritable sea of the most grotesque convolutions of sexual activity they had yet witnessed: more ophidiavars were seen using their tails to force other snake-creatures of both sexes to pleasure them orally, only the ones who were being compelled to do so were also being slowly devoured, starting with their tails and moving to consume their long midsections, ending when the victim fellating the female or male devourer had to stretch in order to keep her/his jaws around the genitals of her/his predator. At this point the predator would devour his prey no further, and would then force the victim to pleasure her/him orally, while the hapless victim struggled to reach around the belly-bulge created by her/his body's own ingestion. During this time, the predator typically ran both fore-claws over her/his bulging stomach, growling in full-mouthed appreciation, while at the same time teasing her/his prey by sucking the victim only an inch or two further down her/his gullet then relaxing once more, letting the victim feel safe for a few moments. Then the devouring would begin once more.
In all places throughout the room they also witnessed acts of coupling completely unrelated to devouring. They saw a male ophidiavar tit-fucking a female with one coil of his tail wrapped around her slender torso and then draped over the base of his throbbing red double-member, so that his tail squeezed both her ribcage and his cock between her breasts, pressing it hard against her sternum. Another male seized the tit-fucked female's hindquarters and fucked her facing away from her, while he bent down and devoured her serpentine tail almost down to where he fucked her, forcing his long black tongue all the way into her, past his thrusting member, to lick the firm, fleshy bead inside her sex. She panted and her cum-juices began to flow, splattering the male snake-creature's face and scale-plated snout as he continued to fuck her and lick her out at the same time. In the meantime, the ophidiavar who was tit-fucking her shot his white, sticky load all over her olive-hued breasts, and she moaned as another rush of pleasure flowed out of her, splattering the face of the second male again.
The envoys watched a pair of female ophidiavars coil around a male, restrain him totally, and then lower their scaly heads and flick tongues toward his sex. One of them grasped his balls gently in her serrate-fanged jaws and smeared her saliva all over them, licking them from underneath, while the second female's tongue slithered all over the male's double-member like a small snake, coiling around its head and shafts in a slippery black spiral, only to be withdrawn rapidly, leaving behind a glistening trail. Both females caressed his muscular serpentine torso in their claws as they pleasured him orally, and after a time his huge, red, pulsating double-member loosed an enormous load of cum into the mouth of the female who sucked his cock.
The snake-creatures slithered over one another in various acts of sexual congress, in pairs and trios that changed at a moment's notice, usually after the creatures had loosed their cum onto their partners many times over and were drenched in the slimy, sticky substances. Then they would slide off of one another and dive back into the immense reptilian carpet covering the floor.
The rank, cutting perfume of ophidian sex permeated the cave, so that Shemssu-Lo was soon the only one not choking and covering up his muzzle with his sleeves (which he lacked) as they crossed the teeming orgy of interwoven serpentine creatures, mucking through layers of slime on the ground, and feeling altogether sickened and miserable as their legs were repeatedly assailed by huge, firm, elastic coils oozing and stretching past their furred legs in repetitive, sexual motions.
Suddenly Lady Aroslouin was pulled off her feet, and an enormous pair of scaly, olive-green breasts was rammed directly into her face, knocking her lupine muzzle straight up between the two fleshy mountains. She tasted slime, and spat and coughed, while she was dimly aware of her companions crying out all around her.
Lady Aroslouin saw the underside of an ophidiavar's viperine jaw above her. At the same time she felt something long and slimy wriggle past the base of her furry tail, and slither its way up inside her ass, and she realized at once that the creature was tail-fucking her. The appendage moved around like a worm inside her rectum, tickling her insides. She tried to scream for help, and instantly the world around her was bitten off as a huge pair of serpentine jaws seized her by the head and began to swallow her whole. To her horrorstruck mind it was inconceivable that she was about to be devoured and tail-fucked at the same time. It was truly an incredible and horrifying indignity, but in her helplessness Lady Aroslouin felt as though she could have given in completely both to pleasure and to death; it made no difference now, as she was completely helpless to defend herself against either. She continued to submit to the tail-fucking as she was taken further inside the ophidiavar's gullet. Her breasts were squashed briefly against the roof of the creature's mouth, and then squeezed through the slippery sphincter at the back of the animal's throat, while her slender fur-tufted ears soon felt the lightless, elastic tube of the long alimentary canal pressing them against her skull.
Lady Aroslouin could not take more than the tiniest of breaths in the dark, stinking confines of her devourer's gullet. Inside her predator's body, the ophidiavar's ribs felt to her like firm, slimy corrugations slipping across her body, bumping over her throat, squeezing past her breasts, pressing her nipples, and sliding past her belly as she was sucked further down into the creature, until her groin passed inside the ophidiavar's gaping jaws and she felt the energetic, wormlike touch of its tongue squeezing inside her sex. It began to lick her from the inside. In the meantime, the other snake-creature continued to tail-fuck her gently in the ass. As Lady Aroslouin struggled, she hyperventilated in terror, rapidly losing much of her precious air in a vain attempt to escape. She was unable to move her head, neck, arms, hands, or fingers more than an inch or so in any direction. Her breasts were crushed against her, and as she struggled her belly felt as though a tight sheet of slimy, elastic substance had been stretched across it.
In the meantime the cunnilingus and tail-fucking continued, and the Lady Aroslouin, cramped in that dark space and straining to move even the slightest bit, could not prevent herself from succumbing and welcoming the black, bottomless depths of her devourer's stomach, even as she welcomed the waves of wild pleasure that were rushing into her loins at that moment. She began to twitch wildly and thrash like a fish on dry land, writhing and opening her jaws in a scream of helpless pleasure. Epileptic fits of sexual sensation convulsed her frail form, and then all at once an iron grip seized both her ankles and she was drawn forth from the ophidiavar's gullet, and back out into the open, moments before she would have lost consciousness due to the lack of breathable air.
She was placed on the floor, where she sat in a daze for several moments, looking down at her legs and past them, at her hind-paws, while she remained slack-jawed and gasped for air. Her fur coat glistened and dripped clear fluids. Aftershocks of the orgasm continued to course through her loins, causing her body to shudder uncontrollably with pleasure each time it happened.
At last the Lady Aroslouin recovered her senses enough to be able to focus on her surroundings and observe them clearly. Glancing around, she saw the shapes of people she recognized: Lord Ustalian Gauis; Rjalta, the priest; Lugauru, the secretary. All of them were close to where she lay. All of them lay in the twisting coils of ophidiavar sex partners, who performed countless unspeakable acts of depravity on them as she watched, scarcely comprehending what she was seeing.
Ustalian was receiving nearly the same treatment she had received, only he was lying on his belly on the ground while a huge male ophidiavar swallowed him legs-first, halting when his tongue was close enough to the Lupaoran's erect, hairy member to wrap around it three times, seizing control of his rigid cock in order to rub it back and forth against the inside of his slimy maw. While the predator pulled his lupine victim down his gullet a little bit at a time, a female ophidiavar lay underneath Ustalian with one coil wrapped tightly around his middle, holding his arms tightly against his sides in order to restrain him. Then her tail curved around to the front of him and lifted her sex towards his face, forcing Ustalian to lick out her pussy.
Rjalta the priest, was in such a state as Lady Aroslouin had never seen him: two of the smaller female ophidiavars entwined his narrow waist and licked his chest, while his head rolled back in ecstasy, his toothy, lupine jaws opened wide, and his tongue lolled out. He panted and squirmed and whined while the smallest and youngest-looking male ophidiavar she had yet seen in that place grasped the base of Rjalta's shaft in his claws and caressed its head with flicks of a long, forked black tongue. In the meantime, Rjalta was squeezing the double-shaft of his male partner's small, wedge-headed cock between the first and second digits of his right hind-paw, while he moaned and mrrred in a fit of pleasure. His breathing increased as he squeezed the cock between his toes harder, and the two females licked with increased vigor, and the male ophidiavar's viperine tongue slid over his skin with greater and greater energy, until at last he cried out, baying and bellowing in pure ecstasy as he shot his load into the creature's maw.
A much larger female was already beginning to devour Rjalta legs-first as he was coming out of his daze, still mostly overcome by pleasurable sensation. Before long, half of the priest of Lupaor was inside the huge ophidiavar, and the snake-creature showed no signs of halting the process.
Lady Aroslouin turned just in time to see the white, furry hind-paws and wolf's tail of Lugauru the secretary disappearing into the maw of another one of the ophidiavars, which had also typically coiled its tongue around his cock and balls. Slow, deliberate motions of the snake-creature's unhinged jaws sucked him further inside, and likewise caused ithe creature's serrate lower fangs to scratch gently against the back of Lugauru's balls and his taint, until at last he spurted his load of white, sticky cum all over the inside of the ophidiavar's mouth.
Then the ophidiavar swallowed him, and there was no more Lugauru.
Dimly aware that a shadow had fallen across her, Lady Araslouin looked up to see the massive shape of Shemssu-Lo rising to one side of her.
"Did you enjoy the feeling of being devoured by me, Lady Aroslouin?" he asked, addressing her for the first time by her title.
"I--" she began, but the words would not come.
Once more the corners on either side of Shemssu-Lo's mouth appeared to smile slightly. As Aroslouin stared into the ophidiavar's cold, undreaming serpents' eyes, she felt that she was being mesmerized, but could do nothing to prevent it from happening. She tried to look away, and as she did do she caught a final glimpse of Ustalian's panting, slavering muzzle as he disappeared inside the larger, scaly mouth of the ophidiavar that devoured him. She could still see his body struggling inside the creature, still alive after having been swallowed.
Then she was abruptly taken away, and all at once she found herself being cradled in massive, scaly black arms with enormous, dark gray pectorals as large and as round as shields looming above her. Looking past these, she saw the gray underside of Shemssu-Lo's viperine jaws and muzzle above her, his long, black tongue tasting the air.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked in distant, dreamy accents.
"You'll see," replied Shemssu-Lo. "I assure you, it's something that you will love."
Barely aware of the passage of time, Lady Aroslouin rested in her captor's arms as he slithered liquidly over terrain she could not see and dared not imagine. She became aware of several transitions throughout the journey, from light to dark to light again, from subterranean temperatures to warmer air, and, at the last, a change from the ubiquitous, cloying odors of ophidiavar sex to an entirely different, stronger and more pungent odor, overpowering but at the same time somewhat intoxicating. It was a rank, musky odor that permeated the spaces ahead, and when at last Aroslouin was set down on her own two feet again, she looked up saw before her scores of ophidiavars of both sexes, all of them crowding around a thirty-foot long, emerald-green and pale-yellow serpentine shape, which appeared to be an animal of quadrupedal construction.
It was a dragon, Aroslouin recognized at once--a female, lying on her back. The creature possessed a pair of light brown, upward-reaching horns, with enormous yellow eyes like those of a giant python, rows of snarling fangs, a long, snaky neck, a bloated, corpulent midsection, and a huge, scaly tail, quite fat around its base, which curved around one wall of the cavern in which the dragoness lay and slithered restlessly back and forth across the smooth stone floor.
Clearly, thought Aroslouin, this dragoness was being held there against her will, as soon as she realized that all four of the she-creature's limbs were manacled to the floor: her semi-articulated fore-claws were restrained by a large pair of fetters so that she could do almost nothing except fold both claws over her breasts, while her digitgrade hind-claws displayed a slightly larger pair of fetters with shorter chains, which essentially kept her hind legs pulled apart and her sex permanently exposed. A fifth short chain collared the dragoness around her neck, thus preventing her from sitting up or rolling over. She lay on her right side with her huge, chiropteran wings folded against her upper back, like the huge, leathery, green sails of some tremendous sailing vessel with otherworldly reptilian physiognomy, or so they appeared to Aroslouin in her state of unfocused reasoning. The vast, looming wings rose and fell as the great beast breathed in and out, and the great chest swelled and diminished as the she-dragon gasped and whimpered, and made other small, weak sounds with her mouth.
Lady Aroslouin soon discerned the reason the dragoness behaved the way she did: a pair of female ophidiavars had inserted themselves tail-first into the large, glistening slit beneath the scales of the captive beast's groin, in between her chained, spread-apart legs. There the two females caressed one another, immersed to the chest in the she-dragon's sex. The tightness of the dragoness' pussy lips squeezed their torsos and squashed their tits, as the two nearly identical snake-creatures made circling and thrusting motions inside her with their pelvic regions and rubbed against one another.
Above them, the she-dragon uttered a growl of desperate pleasure.
"Now watch this," Shemssu-Lo declared, pointing. "See the one who's turning over now?" he asked, referring to the female ophidiavar halfway inside the she-dragon who was currently inverting her position in the creature's vagina, coiling her tail around her partner's neck in order to avoid slipping head-first down into the huge slit. "She's going to lick out the pussy of the one whose head you still see. The latter there--with her mouth open, you see--is 'inhabiting' the mind of the dragoness. You remember when I talked about 'inhabiting' and showed you the aquarium with the shark and the crocodile that appeared dead. Well they were dead, functionally, but it is also possible to inhabit a living creature that has been properly restrained, such as this beast. When the ophidiavar inside her sex inhabits her mind, and she is being both licked out in ophidiavar-form and violated in dragon-form at the same moment, well... you'll see the result."
The female ophidiavar whose head was showing began to writhe and hiss and generally have a fit as she came onto her partner's scale-plated snout, and at precisely the moment she came, a huge, viscous burst of fluids erupted from the sex of the dragoness, the warm juices flowing up from underneath the two ophidiavar's tails, around them, and soaked them in a fountain of copious secretions.
The flood of viscous fluids immediately caused the female whose head was still showing to climax on her partner's face a second time. Her screaming, hissing fit was accompanied by yet another slimy eructation from the monstrous organ enclosing both her and her partner's bodies.
It happened over and over, until Aroslouin became rapt and could not take her eyes from what was happening in front of her, the floods of secretions that ran down from the she-dragon's sex and puddled on the floor. She also began touching her own wet slot involuntarily and rubbing it with one forepaw, while her jaws hung open and her tongue lolled out in ecstasy.
A moment later she turned to see huge, viperine head of Shemssu-Lo hovering next to hers.
"You wish to inhabit her, do you?" he hissed into her ear as he licked the side of her muzzle. "The dragoness..."
"Yes, please," she heard herself answer him in a weak voice.
Aroslouin felt her skin grow hot and tight, and her fur itched all over. She started to cry out, but the cry was torn from her throat as she exploded from within. Suddenly her insides were spread out all over the room, but she was not dead; she felt like herself, only she was now spread over a much larger area. It took her a moment to realize that she had not exploded after all. Her skin felt intact, albeit much larger, and she felt as though a huge tube of heavy, blubbery flesh was now encasing much of her body. When she took a breath, she felt her lungs suck down more air than she had ever had the capacity to inhale before. Two hard, rigid sticks that were like arm-bones extending from the center of her scapulae hindered Aroslouin's movements in a curious way, for she seemed to possess now a pair of enormous wings growing from her back. She turned her head and saw the same pair of wings she had seen before, only they loomed much closer in her vision now, and she stood at eye-level with them, rather than standing beneath them.
Suddenly she became aware of a sensation in her groin, and she lifted her long, serpentine neck slightly, mindful of the collar around it, trying to examine the lower parts of her giant anatomy. Past the bulge of her massive, scale-armored underbelly, Aroslouin discerned two huge, emerald-green hind-claws with manacles fastened around them, and a long snakelike tail slithering and thumping against the wall of the cave.
There inside of her sex were two of the ophidiavars, and even as she watched the two creatures a third one joined them, one of whom Aroslouin recognized immediately as Shemssu-Lo. He helped the two females to slither out and then he inserted his long, dark serpentine body into her pussy.
Aroslouin gasped inside the mind of the dragoness. She cried out from pleasure as Shemssu-Lo began to flick his tail upwards inside of the she-dragon, rapidly curving his tail upwards like a fishhook and then relaxing, then repeating the motion. The slippery end of his tail slurped repeatedly over the fleshy, pliant pink bead of flesh hidden deep inside the she-dragon's sex, and as Aroslouin's mind cried out, the dragoness bellowed and writhed on the ground, thrashing her enormous bulk all over the cave as tremendous eruptions of her cum spattered Shemssu-Lo's torso, his arms, and his face.
In spite of the sticky storm raining down upon him, the ophidiavar took his time, repeating his fishhook pose several more times, and making her lose control and orgasm violently over and over, until at last she lay gasping with her heart pounding fit to burst. Her lungs heaved, and she felt almost as though she might die of exhaustion.
At that moment Shemssu-Lo crawled out of her, and suddenly Aroslouin received the strangest impression from somewhere in the depths of her consciousness. It was a lovely, impassioned, undeniably feminine voice, but filled with a weary kind of sorrow when it spoke. In Aroslouin's mind she heard the voice cry out: "Please, someone come to my aid. Someone please, either kill me or rescue me. Every day I think I will die, but every time I think death from exhaustion is coming, it ends up just another climax at the violating hands of these dreadful creatures, these wicked monsters. Please, I would do anything to leave this place now, or die. Why will my release not come this very instant? Oh please, let it come now. Let it come now. Please, let my release come now, freedom or oblivion, I don't care which one--"
The voice sounded as though it might have gone on speaking for some time, but at that moment Aroslouin woke in the arms of Shemssu-Lo. Instantly she was herself again; she no longer inhabited the huge, bloated body of the dragoness.
"Did you find the pleasure you sought?" asked her host, and Aroslouin looked up at him numbly. "I think the results have been most promising. She is my best subject yet. It would seem that no creature is capable of reaching greater heights of sexual arousal than a dragon. We are still testing the limits. I do so love technology, especially when its application is something I can use. I myself have inhabited her a number of times."
"I'm going to send you back home now," proclaimed Shemssu-Lo, fixing her with his most penetrating gaze, while Aroslouin nodded at his words in a state of mesmerized accordance. "You can tell your superiors that you and all of your companions became lost in a sandstorm in the deserts of Yehamoth, and you were the only one who returned alive. Thank you for the sacrifices, and thank you for a lovely time, Lady Aroslouin."
Shemssu-Lo lifted her forepaw in his and kissed it formally, keeping his tongue behind his teeth. He released her paw and then nodded to an ophidiavar, who lifted the inert body of the she-wolf Aroslouin underneath both arms and carried her out of the dragon's cave.
When Aroslouin was gone, Shemssu-Lo slithered over to where the exhausted dragoness rested her head on the floor. He approached the left side of her head and gently stroked the ridge above her left eye. She blinked and gasped, and moved her head away from him slightly.
"My dear, dear Velraith, I will never let you leave," he said. You were the first, and that makes you special. How could I give up anything so special, so unique?"
"I cannot stay here and suffer forever," gasped the dragoness.
"No, you won't stay forever," said Shemssu-Lo, "but if I'm very fortunate, it will seem like it. Oh my Velraith, my precious love..." He stroked her eye-ridge and smiled.
Too weak and exhausted to move out her head from underneath the ophidiavar's touch, Velraith the dragoness had no choice but to submit to his caresses. Heaving a soft, fearful sigh, she shuddered once, and then lay completely still as her master smiled and continued to pet her.
Written by Sluimarath, May 2005