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Loud squawks and singing avians echoed through dense trees within a jungle, their songs nearly as thick in the air as the humidity in the sweltering heat. Hacking through the underbrush, a single bipedal and scaly individual carved his own path from one end to the other, having originated from a campsite in a clearing not too far away. His height, for a normal anthropomorphic creature, seemed somewhat short at five foot and five inches, but the rest of his stature would make even taller foes question crossing his path. He was a primarily blue dragon with ice-hued stripes and thicker yellow scale plates trailing down his chest all the way to the underside of his tail. Small golden spines poked themselves out from between the scales and ran along the top of the face, up to the head, then right down the back to the tip of the swinging appendage behind him, swaying and clearing a path while moving along. Bright green eyes, with yellow scleras to match with the belly scales, stared ahead with focus and only darted to a different direction if he sensed another body too close. Two horns adorned the top of his head, with impressive length for an anthropomorphic creature, and appeared heavy yet royal with their plated and segmented appearance. Red markings over both of his eyes, claw marks over his left and thick stripes over the right, indicated him to be at least of higher intelligence.

Clothing helped ensure that, if any other party witnessed him, the wingless dragon most certainly possessed a greater mind. Despite the arguably tribal appearance and and menacing nature that many might view a larger reptile to be, he seemed to be clearly interested in that of knowledge and learning. A tripod with fixtures for a large recording camera rested on his back, with the black straps over his muscular chest. The only true article of clothing would be an ornate stitching of leather, fur, and other cloth materials strapped around the waistline meant solely for protection, of which hanged down to his kneecaps. Even still it gave credence to his taste, for it looked to be made of great quality and meant for potentially showing off, but as well for protection and proof of heritage that he had come from lands far away, of which contained climates drastically different to what he traversed through at this moment. Indeed, he seemed to originate from that of higher altitudes, or at least a locale which possessed vast regions of snow and ice.

Every time the dragon's arms swung there came with it a quick puffing as the muscles flexed, allowing one to notice that the tones of muscle across the entirety of his body were not just for show, but that he was indeed an incredibly well built individual. Adding in testament to his chilly upbringing, a fine layer of spiky ice covered his body from head to toe as moisture in the air clung and immediately froze upon his scales. Not only was he from colder regions, but it happened to be part of his very blood to carry the fresh cool of snow. It gave him a soft sparkle whenever light directly filtered through the canopy and thick leaves above, which helped to accentuate a musculature which may cause even the most resistant of heterosexual men to give a swooning eye; a heavy and shapely figure which he possessed being entirely natural, and gifted at that. Each time his body came too close to the foliage of the jungle, the green matter donned upon it a quickly crackling and growing frozen exoskeleton. He left behind a clear marker in this fashion, inadvertently, which gave the path he carved beautiful jeweled appearance. It became evident then that because of such a cold lineage, he exuded a cool aura for himself to keep comfortable.

Giving a sigh of relief, the blue creature relished the sight of bright lights filtering into the jungle right in front of him. To him it looked like the exit of a cave, just due to the contrasting shade to open sun, of which he gleefully burst through. With another sigh, he raised both hands in the air to give a long stretch, happy to hear sounds of water lapping against a shoreline just a little further forward. A grand river, winding through the jungle, had finally been uncovered, as knowledge gained previously had allowed him to find. Taking a few casual steps forward, he looked within the clear waters, noting the thick and brown mud, but more importantly, searching for fresh tracks along the river bank. Upon finding footprints, flat with five splayed toes, he began setting up his camera. Affixing it carefully and scanning across the river's wide expanse, a button was pressed on the top to begin recording.

"Duke here, in the deep expanse of the untamed wilderness, thousands of miles from civilization, I have come across a pristine river. Life, all around us, comes here to beat the heat. For some, it is a way to grab a quick drink, and for others, a hearty meal. If we are lucky, we may actually..., oh, speak of the devil!"

Slowly turning to his side, Duke allowed the lens of the camera to catch what took place behind him. At the moment that he ended the explanation of his surroundings, the sound of a shallow splash having taken place behind him just a few feet away. A crocodile, anthropomorphic and entirely naked, popped up from beneath the surface, intently staring at the dragon. Rolling onto his back, the green reptile folded his arms and placed his hands beneath his head in a lazing position to gain extra comfort. If nothing else, it seemed as though he simply tried to ignore the fact that Duke stood on the banks of the river, as the long tail casually propelled himself into the deeper midsection of the river. If one didn't know better, the crocodile had likely been waiting for the dragon to step foot into the water.

"You can see here that, even though the crocodiles of this jungle are like wild tribal folk, they are shrewd as ever. Likely, all he wanted from me was an easy meal, but unfortunately for that fellow, this dragon has other things planned. Indeed, the crocodile is an apex predator in this region, willing to even take on something as large as himself!" Chuckling, Duke pointed his hand out as though to pinpoint the lazy crocodile's actions.

Eventually the crocodile would have found himself upon the other side of the river, about a half mile away, Duke helped to zoom in the camera to get a better view. By no means did the other reptile actually look like a slouch in terms of possible bodily performance; muscles rippled along the creature's torso with every minuscule movement. Almost as a sort of tease, knowing he was being watched so intently, he went so far as to spread his legs wide once his back went upon the opposite shore to better reveal the hefty plumbing between those two appendages. A thick and fleshy colored shaft nestled itself atop the testicles. Grinning with sly intent, the other scaly creature began to massage himself with a hand, while the other stayed in the same relaxed position.

"Further, you can see proof of intelligence that these crocodiles are most certainly not, well, stupid beasts. However, this is a wild jungle. I know some of you at home may wish to visit here to get a little lucky, but be warned! If they are large and have big mouths, they will eat you, no matter how much sex you may be able to provide!" Stopping for just a brief second, Duke noticed a distinct rustling from the brush behind the crocodile.

"Hold that thought, perhaps we may be able to see the motions of the jungle in action! A stunning display for sure, and extremely lucky for us to find. Now, I wonder what kind of creature may come up to a seven foot crocodile..., wait, is that?"

Duke focused the camera as quickly as possible, yet his own reflexes were outdone by that of the third individual launching forth from the jungle behind the crocodile. Taking a deep breath, the dragon barely believed his eyes at what he thought he may be witnessing. Gasping immediately after, a purple hued object suddenly coiled itself about the haughty crocodile. It most certainly appeared to be more than twice the size of the green scaly figure. The purple one possessed a very tubular body, like that of a snake at first glance, but it was near the head that brought the blue dragon the most intrigue. Two arms, very much unlike an actual snake, appeared there along with an otherwise anthropomorphic torso.

"I..., I cannot believe what we are witnessing. Ladies and gentlemen, there appears to be a naga right before our very eyes! A creature, even among the society of dragons, considered to be a mythical creature! And it, he...," Duke stumbled a slight bit, unable to ascertain the gender right from the get-go, but having to assume maleness due to the beautifully sculpted pectorals not having a pair of breasts upon them. "He... showing himself for the whole world. Does he not know we are here?"

Whatever the case may be, Duke realized the naga acted on his own agenda and cared not for the blue dragon and his camera. Coils tightened around the crocodile's body, giving him absolutely no venue for escape. Due to the swiftness of the assault, the smaller reptile had not even been given time to prepare himself, but one could argue it was his own fault for instead giving so much attention to the camera. His tail slapped about in the water, and his two legs could be seen wildly squirming between separate sections of the naga's own tail which now bound him. Without hesitation or extra care in thought, the naga revealed his face while staring at the crocodile's own. Flicking a purple finger beneath the crocodile's chin, a very distinct smile spread across the naga's face, giving the impression that he may be exuding dominance and victory in the small struggle.

"H-here we can..., see that those, ah, stunning yellow eyes of the naga have possibly encapsulated the crocodile," Calming himself, Duke focused and returned to speaking as if actually recording a documentary. "Now that they have settled down, I would like to point out the beautiful purple stripes which are darker than the rest of his body, across the entirety of it. And those white specks, seemingly random, but most assuredly something meaningful for the species. Ah, he even possesses brilliant violet and spiked hair upon his head! A rare trait amongst reptiles to have hair at all!"

All the while Duke had been speaking, the naga had begun to act once more; it was evident that the dragon had been so excited to talk about a previously mythological creature that he had neglected to narrate what began to take place. During that time the crocodile's head had disappeared within the naga, for just as dragon had talked about before, if they are large they most likely will be the ones to consume the other.

"Ah, silly me, look! Nature at work in its prime; the naga indeed finding a nice treat for himself on this hot jungle afternoon!"

It was at this point that Duke began to hush himself so that the camera could do all the work. He thanked himself for sparing no expense in getting the top of the line equipment, zooming in and allowing the sound sensitivity to go through the roof; he wanted to make sure that every sound, beyond that of the water and birds around which could be dulled later, was heard taking place between the crocodile and naga. His heart began to race at the sight, and being honest with himself, he didn't even wish to speak at this moment. Just as he felt a soft stirring between his legs, which took much willpower to ignore, he noticed a curious development across the river.

The crocodile, even though he was chest-deep into the naga's mouth, began to sport a quickly raising erection. It slid up between the purple scales and coils, and in a way he seemed to be being teased by those moving scales. That great tail slowly shifted in place, slithering along the smaller body which remained captive within its grasp, to help push the body into the eagerly awaiting mouth. The naga's neck bulged considerably once the shoulders had fallen into the greedy region of the throat; this giving testament to how well adapted the naga was with swallowing larger prey whole, for that aspect of any meal often became the deterrent for others which swallowed all of its meal at once. Even then the prey in this scenario very clearly enjoyed what was taking place, for every couple of inches forward that the swallowing took him, a very clear and very light spurt of pre-seed escaped from his blazing hot cock-head. Thinking it a good idea to at least say something, Duke silently cleared his throat.

"And here we can see that, with powerful esophageal muscles, the naga finds himself unimpeded by the large and heavy body of a crocodile. Slowly and methodically, the strength inside the naga's body brings its meal ever so closer to an eagerly awaiting stomach."

Words from the dragon were most certainly the truth at this point, as the naga bent his head back and up towards the air once the arms of the crocodile were pinned and unable to move. The long and purple tail began to uncurl itself around its prey, allowing the green body to lay slumped down, either expressing utter defeat or an otherwise unwillingness to fight. A distinct bulge could then be seen via the naga's body, for his meal distended the incredibly flexible body, and soon created a beautifully shaped bulge down the frontal section. Ever so, further the smaller body slid down, and disappeared from Duke and his camera's view, to leave that of a silhouette.

Ever so gently, the naga finally proved himself conscious of his prey's throbbing erection. Mouthing upon it ever so slightly, it could be seen that he very clearly wished to give him at least a very slight bit of teasing to help ensure that it remained at full glory even as it would pass deeper into the jaws. It stunned Duke, causing him to shake a little as a weariness grew in his heart. In a way, he longed for something like that from the naga. Something so rare and appealing in body, being able to give pleasure to and receive it, made his mind race with absolutely wild thoughts. It made him scan up and down the naga's body, unconsciously forcing the camera to do the same. His mouth opened, yet no words escaped, as he became totally and one-hundred percent encapsulated by the sights.

Moments later the legs of the crocodile, and the feet themselves, were very clearly swallowed down. Evidently the naga had enough of pleasuring his meal, and judging by the way his hands moved to rub and push at the bulging abdominal region of the gut, he likely very much enjoyed being filled. It was through this manner however that the naga's full height had been revealed; standing as it might be considered, he could be ascertained as being a good seven feet tall, mimicking that of the crocodile's height. Throwing his head up, snout pointing towards the sky, the naga straightened out his upper body to have gravity help with the swallowing process. To Duke, this not only meant that the crocodile enjoyed the sensations of being swallowed on a deeper level, but so too did the naga. The only thing missing from the predator in this case would be an erection of his own, yet perhaps the level of stimulation had been just below that threshold. Indeed, all of the other actions perceived ensured that the purple creature enjoyed eating the live being on all accounts, even as the bulge within began to move to the lower section and tail.

Standing there, simply basking in the sunlight, the naga waited in place for several minutes. The bulge within him slowed to a snail's pace in terms of movement, as perhaps the gulping action had indeed been the major driving source, and the rest of the body simply took its sweet time to transport any prey that it received. Duke shivered at that thought. Generally it was world renowned how difficult it was to make a dragon of the icy wastes to actually shake in such a fashion for any reason. Eventually the naga began to accept the fact of having a meal within him to be a foregone conclusion, as he began to slither along back from whence he had come.

Again, the dragon's imagination began to race. He noticed quite clearly how the crocodile's lower half of his body was still in the upper portion of the naga, while the upper torso of the reptile's outline pushed the tail of the naga outwards; the thought of feeling those muscles working around him, at that bending point of the body while it moved, driving him up the wall. Just like that, however, the serpent slid back into the jungle without even a passing glance to the camera. Stunned, the blue individual just stood there to digest the situation in his head. Several minutes went by before he snapped back to attention, realizing he was still recording.

"And then, as we can see, the naga shall go back to where he may consider his home, to likely sleep off a hearty meal. Next session, we shall see if we can't get a bit closer next time, to observe this beautiful creature in better detail."

Turning off the recording device, Duke let out a deep and sad sigh. Something felt empty after witnessing that display, and at allowing the naga to simply escape back into the jungle. It had been thousands of years, but he had been the first person to truly document a living example of a naga. Yet despite that, it was gone just as quickly as it came. Folding the tripod back into a more easily transportable version, he set off back from where he came as well, to rest at his campsite. Looking back, after taking the first step, he hoped to see the naga standing and staring back. With no such luck, he pushed apart the underbrush and went on back through the trail from before.

Duke never felt so longing towards any of the creatures he filmed in the past. There had been passing thoughts of course, for the bounty of nature seemed vast and endless in terms of what it may produce. After all, him being a dragon of such good stature, generally he had to deal with those in more civilized societies pining for his lust. But something about the naga just would not leave his mind, no matter how much he attempted to drown the thoughts with assuring himself that he just needed to focus on his job. Every time he blinked, in that passing segment of time lasting no longer than half of one-third of a second, he caught glimpses of the naga still seemingly burned into the back of his eyelids. With a deep breath he closed his eyes, resting to clear his mind with concerted effort. In that mind he saw the naga, but instead of when he turned to leave into the jungle, those glowing yellow eyes indeed stared right back at him. Jolting to attention, the dragon looked around, feeling a chill down his spine.

Never before did the dragon recall a time which he truly felt any semblance of cold, or at least when he hadn't been the one to purposefully cause it due to his natural resistances. He recalled the sensation as being one in the same when people describe being tapped on the shoulder by a ghost. On the entire trek back home, he thought of nothing else but that of those eyes which he saw as a daydream. Constantly looking back, a wave of paranoia hit him. It felt as though he was being watched, perhaps even stalked by that naga; like it still stared, waiting for him to come back to the river bank. None of the noises in the jungle ceased or quieted to give suspect that something large and predatory showed itself at any time. Despite all of these thoughts, never once did the sensation of fear actually creep up on him. On the contrary, he felt a sort of sadness every time he turned to peer behind him, and a purple figure wasn't there to greet his gaze.

Before he knew it, Duke had come to his campsite in a small clearing surrounded by jungle on all sides. In a way The journey back had been a drastically shortened time of walk, or it at least felt as such due to having his mind filled to the brim with thoughts. Upon seeing the meager and dome shaped tent, fashioned like that of nomadic homes on the icy wastes, a wave of tiredness finally hit him. He had been moving and exercising through the entire day, and expending a great deal of energy at the same time just to keep himself comfortable. Unzipping the tent and quickly resealing it once within, he callously tossed his camera to a corner. Flopping down upon his chest in the dead center, nothing more than a long yet soft sigh escaped his mouth before falling asleep almost immediately, his fatigue seeming dramatic as he lost consciousness without any form of cushion or softer object.

It hadn't even been a few minutes until the dragon felt himself waking once more. He knew that he just fell asleep, yet something roused him to wake up. Something didn't feel quite right in his environment. At that moment, with his brain slowly chugging, he realized the ground below him in fact wasn't ground at all, but a calmly flowing body of water. Remembering having fallen asleep on his belly, he found himself even more surprised to be flipped on his back. Opening his eyes, he looked up above to see a beautiful sight. Thick clouds of stars dotted the moonless dark up above. a strange tranquility from that vision keeping him from freaking out. In all rights he knew he should start flailing about in confusion and terror, yet when looking down, or to either side, he noticed that he couldn't see more than perhaps ten yards in any direction due to a dense fog. The ground hugging clouds formed a circular barrier. Not a single thing felt the way it should, not even the water. When turning his head, the liquid didn't warp his sense of hearing in the slightest, nor did it make much of a splashing sound on its own.

"Wait, I know this feeling. It's not right at all... I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

Closing his eyes again and letting out a deep sigh of contentment, it dawned on Duke that he might actually be dreaming. It hit him like a train, threatening to wake him up, yet he kept calm and collected to gain a sense of lucidity in his slumber. A small smile creased his muzzle upon that realization. Gently paddling himself, staring upwards, he just stared up into the night sky. While he knew about his sleeping self, even then something didn't feel quite right. He felt almost immobile, like he couldn't control his own movements despite how he began to paddle or turn his head. At that moment, he felt a soft pressure from below, with a presence just behind his head. A presence could be felt coming upon him, yet he didn't feel to be in much danger.

"We've been waiting for you. He'll be particularly glad you came," a soft toned voice, yet deep, whispered from behind.

Duke immediately recognized the face after looking back to see the source of the voice; the crocodile, whom had been devoured from earlier, slowly began surfacing from below. He did so in such a way that just a second later the dragon found himself resting on the green scaly belly of the other reptile, his head resting just below the toned chest. It was a shockingly calm feeling to the dragon, despite the fact this creature was waiting to eat him earlier in the day, but another aspect to the meeting took him by surprise.

The crocodile's shaft, large and throbbing, made itself present due to how it slid itself up from beneath the waves while its owner surfaced fully. His bare flesh quickly grinded up between the center crease of Duke's testicles, pushing them upwards ever so slightly to rest against the exposed yellow sheath of the dragon, to present itself tall and proud. Just then, Duke realized he had been naked the entire time. He swore that starting out in the dream, his genitals had remained obstructed from view. A slight sense of embarrassment came over him as the crocodile ever so gently pushed his hips up and down in the water, giving the sense that the creature would soon begin to dominate him.

"Ah, I guess Montiga has become impatient. He'll be visiting you, instead."

Soon after speaking, the crocodile began to warp out of existence. The entire body became blurred, as though becoming one with the fog around him, and stretching apart as if being made of nothing but air to begin with. Turning onto his own belly, Duke tried to grab onto the fleeting creature, for he wanted to ask questions to ascertain just what those words meant. Just as quickly as that crocodile came into view, he disappeared once more, just like the naga from earlier in the day. However, Duke's hands quickly found purchase around a reptilian figure, as if a replacement had been forming. This body, however, appeared to be a soft purple. Widening his eyes, he gazed upwards, stunned to see the glowing yellow eyes of the naga and his muzzle within touching distance. Instead of allowing the dragon to move he became utterly stunned, for the naga spoke to keep the other in place.

"Yes, he is correct. I'm happy to finally meet you; to see your eyes on a more personal level. Just come to me, I'll give you what you desire," the large serpent spoke with a lisp comparable to other snakes, yet much more refined and cultured despite seeming like a wild creature; a chilling mix of deadly and charming.

A black tongue quickly flickered out of the naga's mouth after the speech, likely smelling the air as all serpents tend to do. At that moment, Duke had to question whether or not this happened to be his own dream, but that of someone else's. He didn't feel in control, not in the slightest, and he knew that wasn't how a lucid dream worked out of experience. Even then there had been an illusion of control, him making conscious actions and realizing that he currently resided in a dream. His thoughts began racing a mile a minute, trying to formulate and explain to himself just to find the meaning of it all. But, just then, his thoughts became clouded. He couldn't figure out whether to babble out incoherent words to express his concern, or instead sing out in praise due to being so close to a creature he previously heavily adored from a distance.

"Do not think too much on it. You won't need to, not with me, Duke."

After muttering those words with a low and calming hiss, the naga slowly yawned his mouth wide with a soft crack being heard. The dragon's mouth gaped wide in response, and he began to shiver once more. Not out of fear, but instead of pure and utter bewilderment, and quite simply any other action just didn't feel right. He peered between the scaly lips of the purple creature with growing adoration as time passed on. Four imposing fangs, two for the top and two on the bottom, curved backwards to reveal himself as being some form of a python. Saliva arced from those pointed positions, snapping slightly to give a satisfying sight. The rest of the mouth shimmered gloriously from two sources of light; the yellow horns on Duke's head showed their ability to light themselves up with a soft glow, to match that of the naga's eyes.

For just a few seconds, the two of them just stayed frozen in position. The naga, with his pinkish flesh visible and mouth poised to strike forwards and consume, waited there while the dragon simply stared as if being caught red-handed at the scene of a crime. Ever so faintly, Duke felt the sensation of something moving beneath him. Getting on his hands and knees allowed him to sense it, and pushing down with his legs, he noticed the moving form of the crocodile being pushed further down into the purple body. He began to breathe heavily and quickly, unable to comprehend what was taking place. Suddenly it all felt so real, and as if this were some sort of test. Every action he made spelled out the finality of some event to take place, and at that moment the words of the naga rung once more in his head.

"You're right, Montiga. I don't need to think about it, because I..., I do know what I want. To be with you."

Lurching forward after speaking, Duke pushed his head into the mouth of the naga. To him it appeared like a giant cave, wide and inviting, with him able to just barely see down into the throat before the angling cut off his view of peering any deeper; nestling inside, rubbing his head against the smooth flesh above the tongue sheath and glottis. He hadn't gone to sleep with any sort of cushion to rest his head upon, yet he knew well that no artificially made material could compare to the comfort of the squishy flesh he was soon to be a part of. Pushing himself ever further, he'd try to gain view inside that gullet which became his aim in life, throwing away all other aspirations. A dizzying sight showed itself to him, as he caught a glimpse just as the naga began to flex his body at just the right time to allow for esophageal flesh to part and create a giant slimy tube. There seemed to be no end, the light of his horns unable to permeate too deep.

Yet, once more, something didn't quite feel right to the dragon. The saliva of the naga felt to be dry, and the body he pushed against insubstantial. His dream, or perhaps even the serpent's dream which Duke invaded, began to lose focus. His head began to shake, and hands reaching forth to try and wrap around the purple shoulders in a tight hug, not wanting it to leave him. He felt a powerful suction from below, tugging downwards, as if a spiritual extension of himself was being reigned in by his physical body. Everything fell apart until, the next moment, he found himself awake and gasping for air.

Duke's chest inflated dramatically, and lowered, every second which ticked by. He felt warm, something he had been unaccustomed to, and raised a hand up to his forehead in order to check if he actually had a temperature or not. At this point it felt more as if he had an out-of-body experience instead of a lucid dream. Never had he experienced anything more real than that without actually being conscious, so much so that it scared him. He remembered every aspect of the supposed dream with crystal clear perfection as though it actually had taken place. Almost through natural instinct he paced a hand down near his crotch, thinking back with a smile at what took place, and coddling the thick wad of meat which protruded from his sheath.

It took the dragon a while to notice he sported a throbbing erection, pre-seed dribbling down the sides of it, and his clothing looked as though it had been torn off, for the strap which fastened it had broke. The member was nothing short of pure pride for the dragon; it gave off a soft yellow glow, being similarly colored to that of his horns. A pronounced and tapered glans ensured that he'd be able to fit into any partner despite the burly thickness it possessed down the stalk. Large ridges protruded from the bottom of the member to once again mimic the structure of his horns. They continued around two-thirds of the length down until the ridges would be halted by that of an enormous knot which formed. Between both segments of the bulging bottom section would be dull spines, trailing down and into the sheath itself, ensuring that even if a partner couldn't ride the entirety of the shaft, every miniscule movement with someone else ensured he at least felt the epiphany of utter ecstasy. Shaking his head, it dawned on him that he had a dream for a purpose, and that was not to be sitting around in a tent stroking all alone.

Tearing down the zipper of his tent, the eager creature quickly looked outside. Nothing but the dark of night surrounded his tent, with the occasional glimmer of fireflies showing themselves. Turning to grab his camera and tripod, he dashed out and into the jungle. He started to run out, at least until some extra weight felt between the legs bogged him down. Looking down he honestly forgot, even though it had been but a mere couple seconds since first noticing the erection. He had been in such a hurry to run along, yet that one simple fact remained. For a second he was thankful that no one had been around, and doubly so that scales hid a blushing face rather effectively.

Duke attempted to calm himself while standing stark naked in the field with nothing but the natural sounds of the jungle to accommodate him. Every time he took a deep breath out, recollecting his thoughts to be less wild, a persistent throb powerful enough for him to twitch in bliss brought his mind back to the sensual side. He absolutely refused to get himself off, as there were much more important matters which required attending. He closed his eyes and focused a considerable amount of energy to put himself at ease, at which a quick flash of the naga's own yellow eyes appeared, jolting him out from any sort of trance.

"Perhaps this is how I'm meant to present myself," he muttered, finally giving in to this somewhat awkward fate.

In a way Duke became somewhat happy for the erection. No one would be around after all, and the way it lit the area along with the horns made it surprisingly useful, if not fairly illogical given his previous thoughts. The more he jogged through the jungle, tail swaying up in the air as kept his legs spread in an strange gait to keep the member from becoming too cumbersome, it felt to him he had never actually awoken from the dream. In any direction he turned his head, there came with it the sights of a nighttime jungle being illuminated by the soft yellow lights; everything gave off a ghastly glow as a result, similar to the fog within his dream. It dawned on him that there had not been an actual path laid out to follow. Simply running aimlessly, he didn't know if he was going in circles, or on a straight path. One thing for certain, which escaped his perception, was how the jungle underbrush folded away just before his paw came down upon the slightly muddy ground. A presence, escaping his thoughts, followed right along with him, guiding through coaxing hands. He wasn't able to say just when it happened, or how long he had been running, but eventually he came upon a cave near the top of a slight incline, it being easily forgettable and hidden in the heart of a jungle.

Fearing no reprimands for stepping into what could possibly be someone's home, the blue scaled reptile went right on in without knowing what actually lay inside. His shaft and horns did little to permeate the darkness, as it turned out the walls and ceiling of the naturally built cave were larger than one may previously have thought. Little more time had been needed, as he soon realized that he came at just the perfect time; the very crack of dawn, before the sun itself became visible in the sky, allowed scant amounts of light to angle in perfectly as though by design to give vision. Just a few feet in front of him lay the very reason he wandered into the dangerous jungle at night. A naga, purple and proud, lay resting with a partially curled tail on the back wall of the cave. Its eyes remained closed despite the trampling of dragon feet in its supposed lair, but seeing the creature right there had been a stunning sight.

For a few moments Duke just stood there, holding a hand over his chest, fearing that it may burst out of his body with how heavily it began to beat, due to seeing that which he so desired. Expecting to be attacked at any moment, and knowing full well that he just walked uninvited into a wild creature's home, he stayed perfectly still. He couldn't even imagine what it might be like to be caught within the coils of an angry creature, with him just standing there erect, like some sort of stalker rummaging through an otherwise friendly neighborhood. But, as seconds turned into minutes, he came to realize an attack might never come. In fact the naga simply appeared to be sleeping, while having a smile of his own, tail tip flicking every so often, giving reason to believe that the serpent lay locked in a fantastic dream of his own.

Silently and cautiously the dragon took off his back the camera originally used for recording the crocodile, and set the tripod upon the rocky yet flat ground. Muscle memory took control of all his actions while he stayed staring straight forward at the naga, not needing to look at the camera or its stand to actually set it up. Tapping to turn it on and changing the settings and focal point to make sure nothing but the naga would be in the shot, he ensured the naga's visibility even in the low light situation. For a few moments, he pondered just standing there, filming like a hidden mouse, before the dream came back to him. Filming had not been the reason for his presence. Upon those thoughts, he noticed something about the naga. The bulge of the crocodile, it seemed, had barely moved down the body, the lower belly region still having quite a thick lump, as if indicating a body mass resided in that region. Thinking that perhaps the world didn't need to see this part of the jungle documentary, he walked forwards, the deeper desires revealed by the bare flesh between his legs easily recorded by the lens. Amused at that fact, he'd even lift his tail slightly to give a teasing capture of the finely curved rump, his testes just barely seen between the legs from that particular angle.

Duke never quite realized how large the naga actually appeared in comparison to himself until now. Truly the creature was the epitome of beauty that nature might procure, and he simply couldn't resist getting all the closer. It had been as though the sight of the body beckoned him like an omnipresent lord, and the call being impossible to ignore. Only the most shallow of breaths escaped between his nostrils, staying as silent as possible, while he came within arms length of the other creature. Compelling him like a moth to a flame, inhibitions began breaking down inside the dragon. Reaching forward, despite his thoughts screaming at him not to rouse the creature in such a poor manner, he touched upon the forward bulge seen just below the abdominal section of the upper torso. The scales felt smooth and soft, and the shine which all snakes possess being all the more alluring when reflecting the closer ambient light of the shaft and horns. Then, it dawned on the dragon, as though being hit upon his head by a rock. After pressing onto the area with a greater force, and feeling skin beneath the scales sliding slightly as if petting over rocks hidden beneath a wet cloth, he took a gasp. That wasn't the crocodile inside the belly of the naga, but instead hidden genitals beneath a reptilian slit.

"As it has been said before, Duke, I'm pleased to have you in my presence," a familiar hiss came forth from above the dragon, whom jumped in surprise at the other's words.

Coiling around his smaller body, Duke felt a shiver travel down his spine once more due to the words from the naga. This time, unlike before, they were much more real instead of being nothing more than that of a dream. The tail slowly inched its way around the unmoving dragon, as he stayed completely stunned. His reason for coming, the naga, was awake this entire time and had been silently observing every action, no doubt. Wrapping his fingers along the smooth and long appendage which grabbed him, he soon came to feel that body which he assumed he saw previously; the portion of tail which the crocodile resided inside grabbing him, causing Duke to become all the more flustered. A gentle squeeze came around his shaft, the naga being very much aware about that aspect being so present, which elicited a needy squirm from by the blue creature. Very faint noises of liquid being squeezed together, by that of a soft churning glorp, indicated the serpentine body to be at work processing the body inside. Despite that, the dragon felt the grip around his body being relinquished, and words following shortly after.

"You came upon your own will, and you may of course leave on your own will. You are not of this jungle, and as such may go if you so desire."

Duke heard the words, but at the same time they filtered into one ear and right out the other. He came this far, he thought, and there was certainly no way that he would be leaving. In a way he felt connected with the naga, so to have that feeling and to even hazard the thought of high-tailing it out without any more than a simple squeeze of the tail simply wouldn't do. Hoisting himself up onto the naga's upper torso, he gave a quick push of his legs against the ground and gave a mighty hug to the thicker purple chest.

"My place is here with you, Montiga. I could never be more happy than to be here at this very moment."

Thinking upon it, Duke didn't actually recall ever asking the naga's name. He only heard it by the crocodile in his dream, yet it felt completely natural to utter. Regardless of that thought, he stated his mind just a moment ago and he intended to prove the rather bold statement. Turning himself around, his chest now pressing against the abdominal region of the naga and his shaft grinding upon the chest, he reached forth. Both his hands came to rest upon the pronounced bulge of the naga's waistline, or what could be considered such, and began vigorously rubbing. He clearly felt two specific shafts hidden inside the scaly body, poised and ready to raise at any moment. All that needed was a little coaxing, just as the naga did for him to come forth in the beginning. Clearly not opposing with no apparent resistance given, two pointed and deep violet shaft tips rose forth.

His green eyes began to twinkle with delight, for the dragon was soon to be living out part of his fantasies with a mythological creature. All of the duo's actions were being recorded right in front of him, as he lifted his head up to give a quick wink to the camera, grappling the heads of either shaft with both hands. Stretching his neck ever closer, the nostrils on his nose flaring, he wallowed in the increasing intensity of the larger reptile's musk. Curling his fingers, he helped to guide the shafts into an upright position, placing just the tips of his claws along the underside to give an intensely pleasing sensation. At least, he assumed it to be, due to how the naga's long tail writhed about. Inching back ever so slightly, he stayed near to the twin shafts just enough to keep his nose between them, allowing for the natural liquids found within the slit to make their mark upon either side of his face.

Turning his head to the right, Duke managed to look up with a single eye at the fleshy members in all their glory. They possessed a much more fleshy and pink hue, like he remembered the mouth of the naga to be from the dream, up until near the tip. Intriguingly enough the purple and tapered tips to those shafts had slowly begun to spread apart like four petaled sections of a flower, as if displaying in to the open air and helping release a fragrant musk. Either of their sizes drove the smaller reptile beyond the point of being merely needy, as nature in his mind took over and his body gently began grinding at a more frequent pace upon the other's scales. Wrapping his hands, his grasp had been barely enough to contain the thick of them at the upper half. Below that, for the bottom half section, he knew better than to attempt such a feat. He knew just by comparing them next to his own body that they had to be somewhere between four and five feet. No matter how one might think of Montiga's personality, his appearance was absolutely astonishing in every manner.

Hoisting himself up, the dragon utilized the shafts on either side of his head like that of poles; neither rod of flesh budging more than an inch in their aroused states, even with a relatively strong dragon tugging at them to support his own weight. All that resulted from such would be a greater level of pleasure, intended or not, as the skin upon the flesh wrinkled along the clenching fingers. Lowing his hands down to the base of shafts, he kept squeezing every so often and made sure a certain level of enjoyment would be had. In this way he both showed off his strength, and that of the naga's, albeit both representing very different aspects of the body. Even then the blue creature wished to show his commitment to the other's pleasure, even if it hadn't been asked for, and so extended his forked tongue out to grace upon the flesh.

Bouncing from one to the other, the draconic tongue slurped along the heads of either shaft. Back and forth it curled, slapping with purposeful and lewd smacks proceeding every slurp, and all the while adoring the liquids already present. With the sunlight raising ever more to increase his vision, he made sure to get between the smallest of intricacies on the head the shafts. Pushing against it with his nose, he gave a hearty breath inwards to sample the divine nature of its masculinity, before smearing any pre-seed which escaped along his muzzle. In particular he found a great amount of joy in spreading his tongue along the top of the meaty glans, mopping up any pre which his muzzle may not have initially caught.

To give credence that the dragon's actions were most certainly being enjoyed, Montiga reached down with his own hands to give a soft massage around the thighs. It gave a sense of possessiveness to the dragon, and when in the presence of such a beautiful beast, made him feel lovingly wanted. Duke in turn responded by giving a very soft shake of the hips with his tail being lifted up into the air. He hoped, if nothing else, that the naga also approved of the sights he may be giving. With a quick flicker of the tongue felt between the buttocks, he needn't require any more information to know that his job was being done well.

Duke couldn't resist upping the ante just a bit more by giving a soft kiss upon the right member's head, sucking up the pre to swish in his mouth, to gain a finer appreciation for the thin and musky liquid. Giving a gentle kiss, he moved back to give the same action on the opposing side, albeit with a much deeper slurp of the tongue to get down along the urethral slit. Roaming to the right again, he repeated the process and wrapped his lips around the entirety of the splayed head and gave a deep and longing swallow upon it. Yet, that was all it received, before he switched once more to the other side, and this time taking more within the mouth to reach a larger region to please.

The blue head continued back and forth, swapping between members annd giving one more pleasure than the previous to ensure that neither would be left without attention for too long. Preparing himself, breathing out heavily, one next plunge upon it ensured that a member penetrated within his throat. Each passing only caused a mere centimeter in advance along the shaft, he making sure to take his time to draw out the sensations. Coughing slightly, he spared no time and caused the shaft's twin to go all the further. A clear bulge appeared upon the bottom of his neck, yet he showed no signs of struggling, other than simply accommodating such girth into his mouth. Displaying what seemed akin to religious devotion for the serpent's pleasure, he gulped either shaft down the halfway point, and pulled right back out. He wished nothing more than to get as much of that thick flesh to be coaxed by his throat as possible.

After a time the dragon simply had to slow down his efforts. Breathing heavily between bobbing up and down across both shafts, he noticed the sunlight from outside the cave growing ever brighter. He had to have been pleasing the naga for longer than an hour, perhaps two, yet no signs were shown that any release had been imminent. Duke remained erect, if not just due to proximity to the naga, but also by that of the tender massages being applied to his buttocks. Montiga's hands roaming and wrapping along the hanging yellow ballsac with gentle grace. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, but feared his own actions just weren't enough; he just needed something a little bit more to give to the naga, and having come such a long way, he couldn't find it in his heart to take even the shortest of breaks for fear of ruining the moment.

Redoubling his efforts, the icy dragon collected his thoughts and gave a chilled breath upon a shaft the next time he went to take it within his mouth. A soft twitch from the naga relayed more than enough recognition for approval. Each time he took a shaft within his mouth, he kept it there for a longer period of time, allowing the muscles within his throat to aid in administering an extra massage, timing it with the hands still at the base of either shaft. He even pulled out much slower, making it feel as if he gave a major kiss to every little bit of the member he took in, while even snaking his tongue out of the mouth to coil along the flesh, like that of a tiny hug. Continuing on, twisting his head and doing everything in his power to give greater levels of satisfaction, the actions feeling much more heartfelt and loving.

A much deeper and more noticeable throbbing began to take make itself present, indicating that after more than two hours he finally made headway to reaching the naga's climax. While he could have continued with these actions, Duke thought perhaps something much grander could be attained instead of such simple actions. It came to him suddenly, but he turned his attention down to where the shafts had previously resided. To contain such monstrosities the area within the naga's body must be relatively spacious. Letting his chest fall down upon the belly of the naga, he pulled himself forward while grinding the horns along his jawlines against the other's flesh; at this point every action taken by the dragon may as well have been for the glory and pleasure of his larger partner. Taking a soft breath in, and with no second thoughts, he plunged his muzzle down and between the two members.

Almost immediately the slit-flesh clenched around the dragon's head, to which he perceived being delicate enough to pass for that of velvet. A thin and slimy liquid quickly covered the entirety of his face as he wiggled inwards ever further. Each tiny action brought an apparent great level of pleasure to the naga, considering how much he was felt squirming about. Still, he kept moving, simply roaming around with his muzzle while poking his tongue out to push heartily at the flesh in any given direction. In particular he searched for the duo-shafts, below the base, and nudged upon them with a deep nuzzle. The tongue worked well in helping accent any motions taking place, curling along either member as best it could in the tighter environment.

All the while Duke's hands up above began pounding with sudden ferocity, climbing their way up higher until reaching along the head. Giving strong squeezes just beneath the uniquely shaped glans, he'd give a light nibble upon either portion of the shaft that his muzzle lay along. Evidently it had finally been enough to set him over the top. Hearing a sudden and thick rush of liquid near his ears, the hands reached up with surprising speed. Clenching his fingers he held fast as the sudden rush and bursts of heated liquid against the palm of his hands. He twisted his wrists in such a way that the dual-eruption of thick gunk steered away from from anywhere else but his own body, or at least mostly, as much of the orgasm created a fine coat of white along his shoulders and back. Duke could hear every single throb by those shafts shooting out the pent up load, and he took most of it upon his body with pride.

Barely any time had been given for the naga to recuperate from the great explosion of seed, Duke feeling it ooze along the musculature of his backside, before Montiga made it present that he wished to give back some of those feelings. After all, the dragon's own shaft remained hard as ever. At that, he felt a tickling slurp along the bottoms of his feet. Surprised, he melted at what his eyes next caught glimpse of.

Right before his very eyes, after pulling his head out from the slit of the naga, he saw a yawning mouth accommodating two blue feet. Wiggling the toes, he shivered at feeling the spongy flesh squishing between his digits. Using one of his arms to wipe his soaked face, trying to rid any of the liquid from near his eyes, he thought that perhaps he had just been imagining things. But, when looking once more, he once again saw the inner workings of the mouth and how the toes prodded against the back flesh of the throat. Pushing to explore the entrance to the esophagus with his feet, he couldn't help but giggle at the sensation of the flesh wrapping his toes in reaction. In that way he helped begin a process which couldn't be undone.

Something about how the naga's flesh wrapped around Duke's feet drove him wild. Every action sent a chill of bliss up his spine, to which he simply couldn't contain. Perhaps the saliva was the cause, he couldn't quite put a claw on it. Teasingly kicking his feet helped give a soothing wave of undulations, and at the same time increased the rate at which he was being swallowed, nearly half of his legs already being engulfed. With Montiga's hands squeezing constantly around the dragon's thighs, the dragon simply felt like melting into the other's embrace. Everywhere the fingers traveled seemed to leave behind a sensation which sapped his energy, yet it felt soothing and liberating to feel such. While the hands roamed up to the midsection of the blue and yellow body, it became evident how the serpent used this grip as an easy excuse to help reign in his ever-so-eager meal.

All the while Duke wrapped his arms around the left shaft, giving it hearty hug within his embrace, before nuzzling and giving it slow and gentle slurps. Even though his brain focused so heavily upon being swallowed, feeling the slick confines of the esophagus crawling up the legs, he simply couldn't ignore that which he so fervently pleasured. A great deal of adoration had to be given to the twin members, for while they presented themselves as being rock hard objects of pure lust, they too could be taken as soft yet substantial cushions. The dragon figured this out fairly quickly, as the shafts gained a slight bit of flaccidity, allowing him to give them a fairly good squeeze as if holding upon a pillow. Humming softly and contently, he petted along it to give one final sense of longing for the great naga. In this way he also helped to clean any of the seed which splashed upon them, swishing the remnants of a salty load within his mouth, to never forget the sensational flavors.

The cleaning process quickened in place the moment Duke the black tongue of the naga flickered down beneath the yellow balls and along his shaft's knot. His tail had been lifted and pushed to the side, allowing for his exposed rump to receive a soft blast of heated breath followed by suggestive and long strokes of the forked black tongue. Mere seconds later and he felt the soft confines of the naga's throat tugging against his sensitive bits, causing him to give a much tighter squeeze to the shaft he fastened upon. Reaching over with his other arm, he tugged them together to give both a furious final set of slurps. Helping to clean up any of the dribble which may have remained, he felt a certain sense of pride to have both the seed within him and along the his back to coat his scales. Giving one final kiss to the urethral slits, he looked back and prepared himself for the trek downwards.

Inch by inch, scale by scale, the dragon felt more of his body being welcomed into a new home. Pushing against the chest of the naga, he aimed to aid in the process. Every wave of soft flesh inside the naga's body made him yearn to feel more of it covering greater expanses of his torso. Yet, what really became the kicker, was how it glided tenderly across his dragonhood. He groaned out in utter ecstasy as his shaft became lodged deep in the throat of the serpent. Nature's design for the member, to bring the maximum amount of pleasure to his partner, worked in reverse when in such an environment. Every gentle undulation caused him to perceive it as a deep and hard massage, unlike that which any other body could ever attain in all his years of play with other individuals. It was as if the naga knew how to connect to him on a deeper and more spiritual sense, even learning in their short time together which way to swallow to give the maximum effect of pleasure. He didn't care if it happened to be just his imagination, as in his mind, this should be anyone's reason for living due to the pleasure wracking up his body.

Clenching his eyes, Duke pushed his hands down into Montiga's mouth, and through the passage of the throat just so that he could grab at his own shaft to give it a quick massage from his palm. He didn't even notice how only his upper torso extended out from the gaping mouth, and in fact seemed entirely to forget the process of him being eaten. In his mind the downward movements ceased, despite feeling the peristalsis constantly coaxing his ridged and thick shaft. Squirming about within the jaws of the larger creature, he began to pant rather heavily. Each of his breaths became timed to the other's gulping. Hanging his head, he simply couldn't hold back any longer; the joys of the day previous, and everything that happened since then, struck him in full force like that of a truck. His body spasmed slightly from the intensity of his own bliss, and immediately after he felt the rush of his own orgasm finally spewing out along his belly and arms. The walls of flesh helped coat it along the yellow portion of his torso, the naga's spooge had been slowly worked upon the blue backside. His toes uncurling and body going limp, he finally opened his eyes once more. Flesh could be seen in any direction, shining brilliantly with the combined sunlight from outside and the yellow glow of his horns just barely present.

"Montiga... thank you," with his final words, the outside world had been cut off from his vision, and his head slipped beyond the point of no return.

A cacophony took place around Duke's head from this point forward, yet it rang to him like music in his ears. Sounds of flesh melding and mixing together came from every direction. Liquid slathered him from head to foot, and at this point he couldn't tell whether it was saliva or the thicker gunk from before keeping him lubed up for easier passage through the naga's body. Despite having attained climax, the shifting flesh ensured his erection never softened, and forced him to remain in an ever increasing amount of bliss, to the point of feeling light headed. Despite that, he pulled his hands away from the crotch region, worming about when the flesh relinquished its hold ever so slightly, while keeping it to his sides. He found it astonishing how he could push back at the tubular insides without much fuss, yet in the next instance it forced his appendages to conform with the larger creature's, as to always let him know who remained in charge.

Light came by in scant amounts within the humid and dark environment. Faint pink flesh constantly covered over his eyes as the light from his horns seemed snuffed due to the bulbous walls forming over them. Feeling his feet, and soon his legs, bending a bit more drastically, he assumed to be passing along the section of the naga which joined the upper torso and bottom tail. Craning his neck, timing once again with the natural movements around, he turned to peer downwards. Every so often he caught a glimpse of light, from the shine which his yellow glowing shaft produced, to give a better sense of his surroundings. Everything around him had very distinct patterns in segments around him; the muscle guiding the flesh being very much made to contain the largest and most unruly of predators. Even the naga's veins couldn't be seen from his position, unlike so many documentaries which did show such a feature to a creature's esophagus and belly, giving reason to believe that the creature he traveled within had few to no weaknesses from the inside out. In a way he felt oddly comforted by this fact, as it let him know that there truly wasn't a more deserving creature to be within.

An oddly tough object tickled along Duke's feet, to which he instinctively pushed back at. Being in such a slick environment threw off his projected movements, and the pushy flesh certainly didn't aid with keeping the other object away. Instead the dragon found himself being wedged atop it and that of the flesh. A very slight amount of movement from the tougher portion immediately sent a signal to his head that he had come across the other creature having been swallowed from the day prior. He came upon the crocodile, which had been nothing more than a misshapen bulge in the naga's tail from the outside world, and he joined the green creature.

Just a few more pushes of the flesh around him, Duke being unable to recognize the transition from esophagus to stomach, ensured that he lay upon what felt to be the belly region of the other reptile; his back upon the other's front. Thinking he couldn't have been teased in any greater fashion, he recognized and felt the fellow reptile's shaft, having been coaxed and kept erect this entire time. It allowed the dragon to realize his fate of being encapsulated by that of pleasure would likely remain until some outside force decreed it to cease. The hefty crocodilian member pushed against the yellow ballsac before sliding up and over it. Montiga's body, essentially, forced the draconic prey's body to straddle over the food from the day prior, and had them lay together deep within the gut. Quiet grumbles from the fellow reptile let Duke recognize him to be alive and well, if just in a comfortable sleep. A similar sensation had slowly crept up into his consciousness, threatening to strip it away, it coming to the point that he simply couldn't resist.

Just before closing his eyes, Duke felt movement from the outside world. His body bent and contorted with that of the stomach around him; the naga was shifting positions, slithering along the cold cave floor. Muffled and barely noticeable, a high-pitched beep signaled the camera being turned off. After that was more movement, allowing him to realize the serpentine creature to be on the prowl once again in a brand new day. Letting out a quiet sigh, focusing in on all the shifting flesh moving about him, a smile creased his lips as he let himself become one with the larger body. Only a few slight shivers of anticipation were felt that someone, out of pure luck, finding the camera and sending it back to civilization for all to witness, might possibly send more meals to the deserving creature. With that thought floating in his mind, he finally fell into a slumber while inside the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes upon, from outside and within.