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Swinging Snakes Part 1

Ceylon didn't have a job in the traditional sense, but he still felt the need to go on vacation. He didn't work for anyone, and he didn't ask for payment for the favors, but he still had work to do. As a worldwide ambassador, it was his 'job' to keep the peace between nations on the brink of war. This involved a lot of travel and a lot of time, which in turn would lead to a lot of time away from his love Leera.

The 'worldwide ambassador' thing wasn't his job, but he still felt a duty to adhere to it, and that can and often did lead to burnout, so it was time for he and Leera to leave home together and go on a vacation. No diplomatic goal in mind, just freedom and tranquility.

While they absolutely adored each other's company, they didn't necessarily have all the exact same interests. Sure, they both loved to play with magic, to help others, and to explore one another in the most intimate of ways, but Ceylon retained a passion for the sky, mountains, and cliffs, while Leera preferred solitude of caves and swamps. She liked to get muddy and dirty, Ceylon liked to preen and remain as clean as could be.

Despite their fundamental differences in taste and behavior, they got along amazingly well, like two halves of a puzzle. Different elements, same unified goal.

So naturally, after enjoying weeks of being together, basking in the sun, enjoying the local cuisine, and meeting with royalty (Friends, not for diplomatic reasons), they decided to spend a weekend away from one another. Ceylon had been eyeing the clifftop resort atop a lower peak of the southern mountain range, and Leera wanted to enjoy a mud bath at the world famous Julion Swamps, known for their restorative properties and the biological muck that made up the majority of the swamp.

It was going to rejuvenate both of their times away, and it wasn't like they wouldn't see each other once the weekend was over.

Ceylon could have easily flown to the cliffside resort atop the nearest peak, but one thing he believed in was that the more work you put into something, the more you get out of it; if he walked up the winding mountain path instead of taking the easy route out and just flying there, the resort would be far more beautiful once he'd arrived.

After a dozen hours of hiking through the steep path winding across the foothills and finally getting to what he felt was solid ground, he peeked through some well-arranged fronds to see the resort laid out in front of him.

It was as beautiful up close as it was from afar. He could see faint details from many kilometers away at the very base of the hills, but up close it was even prettier. The entire resort was almost like a pyramid, with one large square story at the bottom, with progressively smaller floors until the tenth floor at the very top appeared to be a single room for looking out over the mountain. Each corner and eave was draped in a string of lanterns for when it inevitably got dark, and there was a massive, enforced deck looking out over the cliff that stabbed straight down into the lush forest.

He was in heaven.

It wasn't quite as nice as his nesting territory atop Mt. Saff'Rald, but it was its own kind of beauty, and it wasn't his responsibility to maintain and protect. That helped the overall feel of the engagement.

With a smile slowly spreading across his beak, he practically hopped on all fours over to the last set of wooden stairs that would lead him up to the deck that surrounded the resort. He could sense a light mountain mist in the air indicating there must be a waterfall nearby (probably part of some hot spring or other attraction the resort took advantage of). But today, he wasn't really in the mood to go play in a hot spring. If he wanted his feathers wet, he would have followed his serpentine lover to the swamps down below.

Oddly enough, there weren't a lot of people hanging around. One couple of Ciennic lovers leaning over the edge of the barrier next to each other, canine tails wagging happily as they nuzzled at one another. Cute canine couple. Reminded me of Yelena and Sanfrit.

There were also a few random reptiles. One was a bright green lizard with a blue neck with white spots and a tall frill, as well as another dragon that was orange with black and yellow spots. Both were sipping out of cups, lounging in the corner. There were also a couple of stallions - one black with white feathering and a pink snout, mane balled up down his spine - and the other a soft chocolate color with goggles atop his head. Both were clopping their way around the corner of the building, likely to go enjoy the shower of the waterfall.

The gryphon didn't actually know what he wanted to do. Did he want to get into the building and see the sights from there? Climb up higher to the sister resort a few kilos above here? All he knew for sure was that he didn't really want to go to the waterfall, not yet. Not without Leera. He'd enjoy that a lot more if she was here to share it with him. Her wet scales brushing by his paws in the water was a physical sensation that made his feathers stand on end even after all these years.

Maybe he didn't need to decide just yet. No reason he couldn't just go over to the railing at the edge of the deck overlooking the cliff and the foothills of the mountain and just enjoy the view. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea, and didn't take much to enjoy.

He padded his way over - claws gently clicking at the wood planks of the deck - before hopping up to rest his front talons on the deck. He laid his rump down flat for support - even though he could fly, he didn't want to risk falling - and swished the tip of his tail gently along the deck.

There was almost an hour that passed by with him there, gazing over the land that expanded out beneath him, before anything happened. In that time, he tried to find any landmarks he'd visited recently. He saw the ruins of Venosa to the west, and the Standing Naga statues far to the north on the other side of the settlement at the foot of the mountain, eventually seeing the massive wetland that bled into a swamp surrounded by the Rainforest that Leera was visiting.

Leera. She was down there, probably coiled up tight on herself, smearing thick goopy mud all over her entire body. It was all he could think about, especially the rippling of her muscles as she writhed in the pleasure of knowing she could get as sloppy as she wanted without fear of retribution or tracking it into their den or nest.

"Beautiful sight, isn't it?" A voice trilled from beside him.

He immediately looked over to see a massive naga, almost the same size as leera, bundled up in a ball a few meters down the deck. She was white with purple and yellow markings, as well as aqua belly scales and horns. Most notable were her wings. Large, azure wings folded up on her back. Ceylon had never seen a naga with wings before. Horns, sure, but never wings. "Yes you are." He responded, then smacked his own beak when he realized he'd complimented the naga instead of the view.

Instead of laughing or acting coy, she smiled and rolled the ball of her knotted body over closer to the gryphon, staring him deep in his eyes as she forked her tongue out at him. "I meant the view of the mountain, but thanksss for the compliment. Ssso what's a drake like you doing up here? Why alone?"

"I thought it would be nice to visit. I heard good things about this resort, and my mate and I wanted to enjoy different things on our vacation. I wanted something high, something up in the sky; she wanted to get dirty, do a mud bath or something." He clicked his beak and stared back into her eyes for only a moment before realizing she was trying to pry into his mind. He'd recognized that unwavering glare, he'd used it many times when trying to figure out what people wanted, so he could give it to them without asking first. She must have been an empath of sorts, maybe even a telepath.

Luckily for Ceylon, he was just as strong a telepath, perhaps strong. He and Leera both were well practiced in the arts of mental offense and defense. Instead of letting her pry at his fantasies, he closed himself off and smirked as he continued to stare back at her, piercing her mind with his own.

Immediately she backed off and flicked her tongue again, seemingly shocked that he'd put up such resistance. As Ceylon continued to dig, he found himself only unearthing images of a stone wall covered in moss and vines. She was mentally stonewalling him! How clever, to put up a visual block on her mind.

While their first few exchanges were simple and innocent, this quickly turned into something of a game for Ceylon. Could he maneuver around her protection, or would she do a few telepathic attacks and get into him? He'd played this game before, and he never lost.

He never lost.

As soon as he remembered that, he closed his eyes and looked away from her, returning his gaze to the panoramic view of the entire northern plains and the many locations his acute eyes could see. He didn't want to fight with this naga. He didn't want to grow competitive with someone he never had any reason to break. For that reason, he immediately stood down, and even let her in a bit in order to make her feel like she won.

"What a wonderful mate you must have. Tell me more about her?" The naga asked, leaning over and extending her neck far out over the ledge in order to get a better look into Ceylon's eyes.

He smiled and looked back at her, only giving her half of his gaze. "She's a lot like you, actually. Naga. Bit bigger though. Dark scaled, powerful coils, but no wings." As he looked at her, he saw her white, opalescent scales were gaining a deep jungle green shimmer. Her scale patterns of yellow and purple stripes were temporarily melting into blue and red spots. He was having hallucinations of her, imagining her as Leera.

Despite being totally aware of the illusion, it still allowed him to open up a bit more to this stranger.

"Well, my name's Nikku. What's your name?" She extended a hand, fluttering a wing as Ceylon shook it, feral-style.

"Ceylon. Pleasure to meet you, m'lady." HE bowed gently, and when he looked back up at her, he could see what appeared to be a complete body illusion of his mate in front of him. However, this image flickered a bit and returned to the pearl-white scaled naga named Nikku. It was impressive how she was doing this to him, but he allowed it. Ever since he got on the mountain, all he could do was think of things he'd want to do with Leera, such as returning to the pools where the waterfalls crashed, only to have her rub her scales between his legs and wrap around his ankles. The very thought of it gave him a tingle that travelled down his spine and gave his sheathe the tiniest of bulges.

"Well, I'm sure there are many things your mate would love to do, Sir Ceylon. Perhaps there's a way you could please your lady without dragging her out of her comfort zone?" Just as she said that, her tail swept around out from under the ball of her knotted form to wrap itself around the base of Ceylon's tail.

There was a sharp sensation of guilt stabbing in the drake's mind for a moment as he quickly realized that she was exposing his desires by speaking his mind and playing to his errant thoughts. She was good, but that powerful tail and the returning flicker of Leera-patterns all over her body made him want to submit to her trickery. If she weren't a naga, there's no way this would have worked on him, but she knew precisely what buttons to push, and precisely what images to convey. There's no way she would have been able to erect such a perfect illusion of Leera - even if only for a few seconds at a time - without having probed a bit deeper into his mind than he'd realized.

Ceylon knew he wasn't fond of others digging into his mind, but it was okay this time, since he had a desire that couldn't be satisfied without his mate, and his mate was not interested in being this high on any mountain other than their own.

As his mind wandered and his gaze went blank, he felt more of her coils sliding over themselves, wrapping around him and squeezing him just tight enough to remind him of Leera without constricting him. He looked up at her as she adjusted so she was behind him, her chest pressing against his wings as her hands wrapped around his shoulders. All of it was happening all at once, and with each glance at her, all he could see was Leera's massive form snuggling him.

In his mind's eye, he was with his mate. Even fully knowing she was not here, it felt like she was. And that was enough to let his guard down and let this Nikku play the same mind games on him that he'd done to so many others. It was a truly liberating experience knowing that there were others who could do for him what he did for others.

"Mmmmm, so Leera, what brings you up to the mountain, I thought you hated heights?" Was this roleplay? Was this simple trickery? It didn't matter.

"I couldn't ssstand the thought of being away from you, my drake darling." She hissed back at him, her tongue flicking out to tickle at the light feathers of his ears.

This sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and she could feel it. With each shudder of delight, he felt another coil wrapping around him from another angle. Part of her body slid between his legs, careful to not put too much pressure on his jewels, but just enough pressure on the side of his sheathe to rub against his pulsating cock. Almost instantly he put up the barriers in his mind, nervous about being seen with an erect shaft poking out for all the world looking up at the cliffside resort to see. This only lasted a few moments, as he quickly realized that her coils were too thick, and would certainly obstrust the view.

She didn't seem to deterred by his sudden mental defenses, so she continued massaging his whole body with her coils, squeezing and releasing in waves up and down her length to play at his muscles through the feathers that were standing on end again. "Sssee? Nothing wrong with a little release. You don't alwaysss need to be in the company of that naga. I can be your naga tonight."

Ceylon grinned and leaned back into one of her bent coils that acted almost like a chair to him, the motion and her massaging tail prying his sheathe back to expose his member, which was quickly closed in between two segments of her body. He felt a little dirty, and that just made him think of Leera's muscled form dripping mud that would slide off her with ease as though her whole body was lubricated.

Again, he found the white coils hugging him to acquire a deep green shade, but this time the image stayed with him for a few minutes, rather than flickering out and returning the naga to her true form. HE barely even noticed the wings, to him that was almost like a ghostly apparition fluttering about behind her. It was nothing. As he looked up at her, he felt the very tip of her tail slipping its way backwards between the coils that were smothering his cock. It was getting a little tight for him, but a few seconds later the warm moist flesh of her cloaca slid over his tip, and he pieced together precisely what she was doing.

There was a grunt that tried to escape his beak, but her coils tightened to silence him before he could make a noise. Rather than protest, he just let her slick opening force its way backwards down his length until his knot popped into her with a wet squish that he could hear quite audibly, but he doubted any onlookers could hear. If it was any other hole he was penetrating, that already-formed knot would have had a hard time doing anything other than ramming at the opening, but snake flesh was amazingly stretchy and malleable, and such an opening often passed eggs that he could fit in. That's one of the things he loved about Leera.

But Nikku continued to work her fleshy ways around him, pressing the ventral scales against his sheathe, the bit of it practically kissing and tugging at him with each pulsating, peristaltic massage wave up and around his body.

A large part of him was ashamed, but the naughty fantasy that had been triggered mixed with the naga's mind tricks seemed to stab right at his pleasure centers, resulting in him convulsing in her coils, releasing a stream of sticky seed into the naga imposter. His knot bulged out and tried its best to remain tied, but her motions had her vent slipping off it for a moment only to slide back down onto it so he would be balls-deep under her tail.

His eyes went vacant and his tongue lolled out as his post climax bliss allowed him just enough lucidity to realize that, in their position, others almost certainly couldn't see the lewd act that had just conspired in front of them. No, all they would see is an overly affectionate naga constricting her prey.

Prey.

Ceylon wasn't prey. Not usually. Not to anyone other than Leera. Why had he got that thought in his mind? Still in a climactic stupor, he felt a few drops land on his beak and nares, only to dribble over onto his fur. Confused, he looked up to see the pink flesh of a snake's maw gaped open above him and descending upon his visage. He caught a whiff of saliva that reminded him stunningly of Leera's cyclical digestive fluids as another drop of eager drool splattered on his beak between his eyes.

"Leera, dear?" were the last things out of his beak before the maw closed down on him, smothering his entire head in one swift gulp. He could feel her flesh releasing him from one end as his cock burst from her vent with a dribble of cum as her flesh also smothered him from the other end, maw making a muscular swallowing motion from within. There was a bit of a coiled tail tip around his member as her jaws clamped down, teeth digging into his flesh through his feathers.

She adjusted her skull and jaw muscles to slip over his wing-elbows, which he held tight to his back to make the swallow easier. The worst thing was trying to swallow wings without hurting the prey, so he was sure to help it along. She was amazingly gentle, but she was also quick. Indeed, she was on a deck where people could watch her swallow a random gryphon she'd lured, she would have to be fast in order to not be attacked by onlookers.

Her flesh slid well over his beak and body as her jaw muscles twitched and relaxed, rows of teeth extending and gripping his form to push him downwards. He could feel her hands pressed against his rump as she lifted him up high, gaping her maw open and letting her fluids and gravity do most of the work.

There was a brief moment as his hips passed through her open jaws, and his member slid in between one of her gums and windwpipe, followed by the gentle flicking of her tongue up between his legs and tail. That was the last lurch before her jaws closed on his limbs and a powerful gulp constricted around his hips and down his body until he felt her belly clamp down on his beak again. The motion slid him through her with ease, leaving only his paws and tail sticking out her maw.

There was something tranquil about being smothered in a pouch of soft naga flesh, which was in turn constricted tightly by another, thicker layer of muscle. The pressure on his body meant he felt each and every beat of his heart throbbing flesh on flesh within, and he loved it. There was a gentle gurgle of her belly rumbling through her body - which was a pleasant reminder he was about to enter a slightly less constricted area of her internals - as well as the steady throbbing of her heart beating nearby. His body was smothered in thick, sweet tasting fluid that seemed to secrete itself from the walls around him that he was conscious to keep his beak from snagging on as her muscles pushed on him to slide deeper.

He could easily figure out what was going on around him. Now that Nikku had dropped her illusion of Leera's visage from her act, Ceylon could focus on figuring out what would happen next. Another powerful gulp lurched him forward as the last of him was slurped through her maw and into her throat. He was but a bulge that was slowly making its way down her form until he reached her belly. And he was okay with that.

But what was next? Over the next hour, he felt her slither about, over the stairs, and over the same trail he'd used to get up to the restort. She wasn't planning on consuming him fully, she had the same oxygen rich biofluids that Leera had, so he was safe at least for a while inside - and he was quite comfortable, regardless.

Getting down the mountain took considerably less time and effort than getting up it, and the whole time he remained stretched out in her elongated belly, talons folded on his belly as the muscles around him bent and tensed around him in a slithering motion. IT was immensely powerful, and he felt like it would be best to not resist its force upon him.

Time seemed to blend into itself as he felt himself drifting into something of a nap - the same semi-lucid state that Leera's internals inflicted upon him - before he was jerked awake by the presence of a powerful, familiar mind nearby.

He twitched inside, trying to focus on the mind nearby, only to realize too late it was Leera!

Still trapped in the tightness of Nikku's belly, he writhed and pressed his talon out against the malleable flesh, hoping to get her attention!

A moment later, he felt a hand press against his, and his mind had linked with his mate's. Everything was alright, and with only a few moments of proximity contact, he was able to feel yet another mind nearby, and his previous adventures in Nikku's mind told him that this soul was a familiar. He was close, occupying the same space as Leera's back end.

Leera's back end. Was this other creature, a potential associate of the naga Ceylon was happily curled up inside, sharing the very same Womb that had given rebirth to Ceylon all those years ago?

Maybe he wouldn't need to guess...a moment later he felt Leera's body smother Nikku's.

She was so much more powerful than Nikku, at least physically.

This was about to get interesting.