FSE

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Upon open dirt roads just outside of a large city, the hustle and bustle of daily life reigned supreme. Wooden carts pulled by animals of labor hurried to and from the outer stone walls, all of them with a clear interest in peddling goods of all varieties. A clear flow of traffic could be seen by even a casual bystander, however those traveling moved quick enough that any normal foot traffic would likely just have been in the way. Instead a very sparse amount of folk hurried their way to a smaller road leading into the empty countryside, hinting that they were either odd adventurers or simple farmers.

It was also past this crossroad that one may have taken a moment to catch their breath from the quickened pace of the busier road behind them and the beating sun above. Perhaps the oddest wagon out of the group of individuals and small traveling families would be the one being pulled by fairly large winged orange dragon, a smaller black winged dragon tagging along behind, all conducted by a white figure near the front of the wagon. A name could be seen imprinted upon the left side and rear of the cart, likely stating the owner's name, as being Drath.

The quadrupedal orange dragon possessed a very feral disposition; powerful legs and a well built body which proved itself as perfection regarding the current task at hand. Impressive spikes and horns along the top of his head and neck, combined with an array of yellow and brown specks along the scaly hide made him easily noticeable. Larger sectioned scales along the entirety of the underside of the body allowed the dragon to not only naturally display the rough and powerful musculature, but also to show himself off as being naturally tough, even without conditioning. He seemed to take his job seriously, being well trained, as he kept hauling himself and the cart forwards without minding any possible distractions.

In the back, however, the four-legged black dragon appeared as a bit more aloof in his gait while looking every which direction, as though unable to figure out what he should be keeping watch. The answer might come quickly upon closer inspection; a distinct black-leather collar and beautifully crafted and shining bell fastened around the neck would likely give off a specific chime if the dragon sensed danger. Everything about the dragon made him seem more fit as a quick guard or scout, from the sleek build to black-as-night scales. Still, he could be observed as ready and willing to swiftly defend his goods, as large plated scales were also seen along the underside of his body.

Atop the wagon, with various bags of different colors holding an assortment of goods, sat a much more curious individual that stood out amongst even the oddest of travelers. The sun glistened off his body beautifully, able to turn the gaze of even the most arrogant of individuals towards his being, especially considering he wore the bare minimum of leather clothing around his waistline. Drath, his name being likened from print on the cart, had scales which might cause one to believe him to be an anthropomorphic dragon. Yet the rounded face seemed similar to that of an aquatic mammal such as an orca. Spiraled brown horns atop his head once more strengthened a draconic lineage. However, just like that of an orca, the other main coloration was black, as was evident through by a gorgeous insignia across the entirety of his back and some of his arms, which formed perfectly around his dorsal fin. Another unique possession of his body happened to be two long and thin tails, both ending in brown fluff, both fluttering to either side of his cart. Ignoring everything of his body, just judging from stature and musculature, he appeared to be of some sort of laborer or farmer.

"Alright Shade, Fyrre, I think it's high time we get home a bit earlier than normal. Kick it up you two."

Looking up into the sky and at a distance, Drath couldn't help but notice that the clear and beautiful day would eventually transition into a less-than-desirable storm. Winds picked up almost as an omen to strengthen those thoughts, causing the draconic creature to tremble a bit. Whipping both his tails in quick succession against his cart to create a soft drumming sound, it communicated to either dragon to indeed travel along into more of a trot, unlike the slow and easy walking from before. Hearing a particular jingle from behind, the bell on Fyrre's collar worked efficiently at communicating thoughts. With a chuckle, the white creature shook his head and smiled at it.

"Fine, fine, I'll be sure that you both eat well tonight. Heck, may as well turn it into a little feast, you both have been working good for me these past few weeks."

After the small exchange the pace of the two dragons picked up significantly. It took only a few minutes later for the wind to increase as well, with a rather chill bite to it, as the front of the storm coincided with the lowering sun. Drath became increasingly more grateful that he purchased farmland property not too far away from the town for his home, even if it did occasionally cause the odd fellow to wander onto his property. Thankfully, he figured, the impending storm should keep them away. Turning off the main road, and onto a barely noticeable path seen as matted down grass with a hedge on either side; he was nearly home.

Just a little while longer of riding along and the group pulled up to the side of a short house, clearly made for only a couple individuals at most. It was the perfect size for Drath. Both of his tails reached to the back of the cart to quickly coil around a rope, and while hopping off the cart, he pulled a leather tarp over the rest of the goods. Initial rainfall began to patter across that tarp ash he tied it down, struggling slightly with it due to sudden gusts of wind while the darkness increased. The two dragons, in the mean time, showed enough intelligence to remove the bindings keeping them to the cart. Idly thinking upon it, the white-scaled individual tore off two brightly colored knapsacks, blood dripping from the bottom, before tossing it to either of the dragons to catch.

"Sorry about your feast, guys, but it's gonna have to come later on. You go on and get some sleep, there's more work to do tomorrow."

A quiet rumble and groan of discontent came from both of them, but they complied easily enough and scurried along to a nearby barn built specifically to house the two. Drath hustled to the house, and just a few moments later a torrential downpour overcame the land, masking all other sounds normally found in the night with the beating of rain in the darkness. Fumbling to find a candle to light, he took a deep sigh. It wasn't quite the way he wished to spend his night after a successful day selling his farmed goods.

Some time passed, and Drath simply went about his evening cooking for himself and otherwise resting. Everything which needed to be done happened to be outside, and the storm impeded outdoor activities, leaving him without much more to accomplish. For the most part the thunder and lightning had passed, with just a few rumbles barely heard over the pounding rain which sustained. If nothing else the rain on its own had a calming effect on his mind, which helped make the woes of how much extra work he'd need to tomorrow escape his active thoughts. The time came for him to finally head to his room for sleep, when a loud thundering once more could be heard. Instead of originating from the clouds, however, it seemed to be coming from his front door.

"Strange. Normally Fyrre simply has Shade fend off trespassers. What could have spooked him so much?"

Mostly Drath thought it confusing that anyone would even be out at a night like this, let alone any possible thieves. He did leave that cart out, and it was possible to have been trailed from a good distance. That thought itself put a damper on his mood, and with that he let out a sigh before opening the door to find out just what had happened to warrant such a ruckus. Grabbing a candlestick and flinging open that door, however, brought much bigger of a surprise.

A hooded figure clogged the doorway, the head of which being directly in front of Drath's. Strong gusts of wind caused a wash of rain to splatter inside and around the leather-clad individual; momentary silence between the two highlighted from the wind, rain, and flapping fabric. The eyes though were what forced him to continue staring. Yellow eyes shined from beneath the hood, and the candlelight illuminated enough of the face to reveal the being to be purple and contain scales.

"I'm... sorry for the bother. I just wanted to ask if I could have some shelter from the storm...," the creature hissed out quietly, revealing a very heavy reptilian lisp. The tone was sincere, if not a bit cautious, as the male-sounding figure felt rightfully awkward with having to break the silence.

"Shelter? Oh, yes, from the storm." shaking his head and clearing his mind, Drath continued on. "I apologize, but I haven't enough room in my house. Perhaps, though, you could go to the barn over that way? May I have your name in any case?"

"Having any sort of shelter from this weather is more than appreciated. Thank you, so much, stranger. My name is Montiga, and I apologize for coming to you in such poor manner. I'll leave you to your evening now."

"You will have some company in there. Um, here, take this candle to them. They'll recognize my scent, and be sure to state my name, Drath. The two who guard the barn, Fyrre and Shade, should let you stay."

Nodding, and holding am arm out to protect the flame from wind and rain, Montiga turned to head for the barn. Drath however quickly closed the door as the other being left, as rain poured into his house unimpeded. He didn't get a very good look at the rest of the other's body, but something pinged in his head that made him question just exactly what the other happened to be. That creature did have an awfully long tail.

"Wait, was that a naga? No..., just a trick of the shadows. Ugh, maybe I'm more tired than I thought," and with that, Drath headed off to his room to very quickly find himself in slumber.

Drath's eyes most certainly did not deceive him however, as Montiga's trail of movement could be seen left behind in the mud via a thick wave-like pattern which could only be caused by a tail. That tail, of course, was a major portion of that body, which propelled him as he slithered towards the sizable barn. Looking at it, he thought it oddly built, as it seemed to be made of much higher quality than normally expected for normal barn animals. The sliding doors in particular were quite a surprise to see, as even the more upscale and large cash crop farms hadn't even begun integrating those as of yet. Before he could even reach out to open the doors, however, one of them flung open due to one of the residents previously warned about.

A draconic and black scaled face immediately greeted Montiga, hanging just barely a foot over his own head. It was a startling introduction to be sure, causing the naga to recoil in surprise. The dragon had a disturbed expression upon his face, and appeared ready to lunge forward. Upon noticing the candlestick though, the dragon's head tilted and quickly shifted to a more curious composure, the bell chiming from his collar with an almost soothing tone. Looking down at the candle, and back at the dragon, Montiga quickly recalled the words from earlier.

"Are you Shade? Fyrre, per chance? Drath told me I could seek shelter in here with both of you. I'm but a wanderer, and I'll be out of your way the moment this storm clears in the morning."

Quick nods and a huff from the dragon when the name Fyrre was spoken helped Montiga figure out who he stood before. At that notion Fyrre as well quickly hopped to the side, yet stayed near to face the naga, whom quickly slithered inside to evade the pounding rain. As if like a personal servant, the black dragon showed a great deal of either training or sentience, for he promptly closed the door and tore away the hood.

That brought all of Montiga's form into light, as ornate and carefully protected candles hanging from wooden support beams helped reveal the naga's body along with his own personal candlestick. Beautiful glimmering and purple scales adorned his entirety. The underside of the neck, chest, belly, and all along the bottom of the tail had a much darker hue, while the rest had a much softer tone. Purple stripes, darker in coloration than anywhere else, trailed along the upper side of the back and tail, along with whiter splotches strewn about in a pattern. Beyond that, two black tattoos in the shape of iron chains intertwined around his upper right arm, and a more grisly pale snake-formed skull just on the opposing arm. Just above his yellow eyes was a head full of grape-colored hair, matted down slightly from moisture and his hood, but retaining a slightly spiked shape.

Fyrre, after hanging the sopping wet leather cloak upon a hook, went to lay down next to a slumbering orange dragon. Montiga could assume that one to be Shade, and when the two layed side by side, it allowed him to see the size of the other dragon. He let out a sigh of relief, happy that Shade hadn't been the one to greet him, considering he seemed at least fifty percent larger in overall size, ignoring the greater bulk and muscle tone.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll be going to sleep then. Thank you, Fyrre, for the help."

Nodding to the dragon, Montiga watched as the black creature flicked his tail in contentment at the thanks. It felt a bit unnerving though, as the dragon didn't stop staring at him, as if committing to memory everything about his athletic form. Blowing out the candlestick and placing it near a rack of tools, he hurried towards a large haystack to lay next to. He knew the dragon continued staring, but he had to ignore it if he wanted any sleep. Closing his eyes and laying on his side, fatigue set in from traveling through the harsh evening. It was time for sleep, and his body happily accepted it.

At least it would have been time for Montiga to slumber, yet a soft nudge to his back, which had been positioned to be facing the dragons, caused his eyes to spring open in surprise. Fyrre appeared right there, looming over the snake. He sat up on his haunches, staring over the serpentine body, while his nostrils flared constantly. Evidently something about the purple creature intrigued him on a much deeper level, as was further evident when he once more nudged against the finely toned back. Rolling over, the groggy individual lay belly-up.

"Alright, alright, what is it? Is this your spot or something? I mean, I can just move or something if you need..."

Montiga slithered up slightly, coiling his tail in surprise while pushing his hands against the ground, as Fyrre made a move on him. It wasn't in aggression, but instead of pure passion, unbridled at that, for the snorting nose pushed against a slit somewhere in the naga's groin region on the upper body. Bending to place his closest hand upon the dragon's face, attempting to push it aside, he nearly bit his lip while speaking.

"Whoa! Hey, we can't be doing this here. We might wake up Shade, and I can't imagine Drath would appreciate something like, oh..."

As if being hushed, the serpent felt a thick tongue slide itself along his groin. Laying back again, closing his eyes, he felt the dragon further his advance by wasting no time with pushing the hefty muscle between the slit. A rich musk quickly permeated the air, shoving aside other scents from within the barn. Even the natural smells emitted by the dragon and the rest of the naga's body would be contained by the much more masculine musk wafting about. Evidently Fyrre, being the lookout dragon, had an exceptionally keen nose, one which picked up an addictive smell, and simply couldn't resist a more thorough inspection.

Eventually Fyrre put himself into a more comfortable position, laying perpendicular to the snake's body, yet he never moved his face away from the purple body. Slurping happily, he curled his tongue to pull out as much of the inner protective liquid as possible. With that, the scents came in heavier doses, for he didn't actually attempt to drink most of the fluids, but instead he let them dribble along his muzzle and down the snake's waistline. He flattened his tongue, splaying it, to ensure the most surface area could be dedicated not only to extracting the liquids, but as well to feel the flaccid shafts within.

At least they were flaccid for perhaps a mere second or two. Montiga certainly couldn't deny the bliss of the warm muscle invading his privacy. It quickly wore away the cloak of sleepiness fogging his mind, as blood in his body rushed with his increasing heart rate. Stretching his upper torso out and pushing up at the waist, two quickly growing shafts shoved themselves out and around the black muzzle which happened to be in the way. Both of them had a distinctly purple top, uniquely shaped like that of a four-pronged star for the glans. The coloration slowly transitioned to a more fleshy pink tone further down.

Those shafts were gently coaxed the very moment they were exposed to the open air. The black tongue slowly draped along the tops, as if it were particularly fascinated with how it was shaped. This did give them a larger appearance; the twin members being thicker at the head than even the substantial girth around the midsection. Not only would a partner need to overcome the thick start, but they would be required to also endure for the entirety of the meat. Considering they stretched up nearly four feet, this would be quite the undertaking.

This task was one which Fyrre appeared ready to tackle. He made it obvious as to his intentions by swinging his body around and keeping his tail raised. Squatting down, and bending the long appendage at the base, his actions caused the pucker beneath to appear slightly parted and quite prominent. Sitting slightly more he made sure that it would take up Montiga's vision, and would even have the purple snout rub against its tip in a teasing gesture. Right after that he hopped over the serpentine body partially, turning completely around and resuming that same position. His rump was poised above either of the shafts.

"If you need some extra attention this badly, then who am I to deny you that right?"

Hissing quietly, Montiga's tone changed entirely. He took on a much more dominant voice; commanding and powerful, yet deep and quiet to have just a slight extra tease for the eager dragon to swoon over. He waited for the dragon to lower himself but a single inch before moving as well. In the blink of an eye, his tail coiled up and pushed down against the dragon's lower back, and shoved up with his groin. Not even Fyrre seemed to expect the sudden swiftness, but the result forced him to take in both of the shafts at once. Despite him being around twenty-five feet long, the same length as Montiga's tail, it was almost too much to take when unexpected.

Yet Fyrre, seemingly sexually starved, took it all in one grand stride. His own pair of shafts, one atop the other, quickly sported their feral and tapered glans. Pre and other internal liquids were flung from the tips as his entire body rocked from the sudden movements. Without looking he tried placing his forepaws down against the snake's upper belly, but instead found purchase against his own; a thrust from Montiga perfectly timed to create a thick bulge of his twin shafts in the dragon's belly.

Montiga proved himself to be equally lustful, if not more, than Fyrre. Just so much as the bare-minimum of stroking from those paws through that distended draconic belly was enough to cause him to twitch in bliss, ignoring everything else taking place. Even though his uniquely shaped shafts seemed formed to create more pleasure for his partner, they helped to focus all sensual movements against his most sensitive bits. The tips on the extended portions of the glans caught against the smallest of notches in the other's lower intestinal tract. They flicked quickly each time, swiveling along with the natural formation of flesh, causing a exponentially wracking bliss to spark ever stronger.

The serpentine body coiled and writhed around the draconic body, ensuring the feral creature could prop up and push back. After that, Montiga found himself able to experience an even greater venture as the intrepid rider upon his shafts went into full motion. Powerful running legs squeezed together, proving that despite Fyrre having a quadrupedal body, the luscious shape and form of his rump was just as perfected as an anthro's. It let the shafts slide in and out with the greatest of ease, even with a lack of extra lubrication with how well the dragon squeezed and gyrated his lower body.

Hay kicked up slightly around the duo, as both ends of their tails flailed about against the barn floor. A great pulsing sensation slowly arose from the pit of Montiga's loin, like a warming fire which couldn't be contained. No matter how much he wanted to continue, due to his lack of more intimate touches during his most recent travels, the ability to do so had diminished. Small flecks of pre from the dragon's drooling shafts occasionally landed against his purple face, edging him all the more in the quick yet intense actions.

Coiling his body swiftly in an intense hug, keeping Fyrre from being able to budge an inch, Montiga buried himself one more time into the willing ass. The silhouettes of his shafts within the dragon's belly expanded by a couple of inches the moment the snake's orgasm exploded forth, contained only by the larger black body. The bubbling bulge diminished quickly only to re-expand, as Fyrre's innards processed and spread the heated seed. Despite the dragon squeezing as hard as possible, and with so much space taken up by the monstrous shafts, copious amounts of the white liquid dribbled out from the rump and along the stalks of flesh.

It took a good minute until Montiga began to loosen his hold as the orgasm slowly died down. A couple of powerful surges, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, helped rocket more of the seed forth when spurred on by the movement of pulling himself away from the dragon. As the tail relinquished its hold, it helped ease the dragon to lay upon his back and use the long purple appendage as a sort of bed. With a wet pop, the two shafts came free of the rump. With that Fyrre stretched out, bringing that freshly coated bottom of his close to Montiga's slumping form with purposeful intent to be that much more of a sassy tease. Cupping one side of the rump with a hand, the serpentine tongue flickered out quickly towards the presented butt. At the same time the black draconic head turned on its side, seeking out the anal slit on the tail, pushing his tongue against it.

"My, my, still going despite it being so late. Drath must have some stringent training regimes for his beasts, huh?"

Sighing out in bliss, he felt Fyrre getting right to work with servicing the anal vent, gently stroking around the edges of it with a broad yet agile tongue. That, along with the rather pleasant view of a spread and used rump right before his eyes, kept Montiga just as hard as though he hadn't even gone through an orgasm. Not only that, the dragon rolled slightly on his back while moving about, having his scales constantly grind along the shafts, as the twins layed flat and facing away from each other, to the left and right, as though attempting to wrap around the dragon above, still begging for extra attention. It sparked a feral aspect in his serpentine mind, making him hungry for more.

Montiga had a thought cross his mind. Noticing that whenever Fyrre wished to communicate something, he did so directly and often rather affectionately. Putting it to the test, he shot his thin and forked black tongue against the equally dark scaled rump. Prodding constantly in one location, he noticed shortly after that the licks upon his own body were shifted to be in the same relative position being given to the dragon. Flicking his tail tip, he gained shivers from the thoughts running through his head.

Advancing with the silent idea, Montiga began prodding incessantly at the still gaping hole of the dragon's rump. He didn't even try to clean away his own seed from the rounded entrance, going straight for the sloppy interior to indulge upon the powerful flavors he had added to the fleshy region. Shortly after he felt a much thicker tongue invade the privacy of his own rump, albeit being quite a bit more resistant than the dragon's. That in itself brought a great deal of enjoyment for the snake, as he slowly flexed his tail to give Fyrre a teasing sight at the dark pink flesh hidden inside. Quickly after he shoved his muzzle between the rounded and strong buttocks, sandwiching his face in the warm embrace of the seed-drenched region.

Fyrre, as a result, started to bury his own snout into the snake's. At that point the tail slowly swayed back and forth, sticking straight up into the air just past the anal entrance, helping create a rather obvious slope for the dragon to be guided along. Wiggling his face, Montiga emulated the sensation of shoving his face further inside the black-scaled posterior. It wasn't without reward, since he got to relish the rich musk of his seed from inside the dragon's body, not to mention the warmth which wafted along with the smells. Soon the sides of his face were smooshed and cushioned by the well rounded feral glutes, being gently pushed back and forth.

Just like that however, Fyrre followed suit. In a way the actions seemed to be something which didn't cross the dragon's mind, for he almost exactly imitated Montiga's actions. Given the gusto he went at it he seemed to enjoy the scents coming from inside the snake's body as well, however it may have been more due to his judgment being clouded by the mask of the addictive sexual musk given off. With just a few gentle pushes and twists of his head, the black snout buried itself deep within the anal vent. So much that the front of his face became obscured to the outside world.

A long and intense sigh out signaled a much greater sense of satisfaction to having his own crack being spread, and at a much more intense rate than Fyrre received. His traits began to shine brightly, proving himself to be rather stretchy, as much of the dragon's head soon delved inside. Montiga knew very well what was happening to the dragon's mind; it was utterly drunk with bliss, to the point that it was equivalent to being actually drugged. He doubted the black creature even knew it was pushing his head into the butt of another creature, and it wasn't something that would soon be interrupted. Finally he was gaining a deeper pleasure not often felt.

"That's it, just a bit further. Mmh, I'm really starting to feel it..."

Montiga was finally gaining a willing and large meal, something almost impossible for him to find, something which he hadn't in years. He was thankful the dragon had such a flexible body, as the neck began to bend over itself while being sucked into the rather eager slit. Once the horns entered within, with their pointed edges prodding at the sensitive flesh, the full process was finally realized. Clamping the sphincter, it only opened with inwards movements, as the rest of the tail slowly coiled around the entirety of the draconic torso, straightening it out for better ease of access. Pulling his face away from the rump, if somewhat regrettably, he rested it back against the hay.

A very silent jingle came from the bell on the collar of the dragon, with it soon becoming masked by that of the serpent's flesh. It was as if Fyrre fought through his intoxicated mind to muster up enough will to attempt a warning call. Even if he could have, it was simply too late, as even that was soon slurped within the fleshy confines. Despite all that, any of the movements coming from within felt simply like that of a curious explorer, at least to Montiga. Certainly they were nothing the likes of which indicated a wish to escape, and in ways, they seemed to indicate wanting to delve all the deeper. It made devouring even larger creatures a fairly simple task, if not a lengthy one. Strong howls of wind perked up from outside as the significantly quieter actions picked up. Truly a perfect night for a feast.

Tired as his mind may be, Montiga's body never reflected such. It went hard to work with engulfing the black dragon, as the anal slit stretched with a wet slurp to encompass the large shoulders. He felt himself lapsing into sleep, at least until Fyrre squirmed and shot a foreleg forward into the ravenous snake's body. If that weren't enough to jolt him awake, the opposing paw pushed its way in, stalling the inward movements for just a moment before the stretchy serpentine body further bulged. Weaker spurts of seed shot from the still fully blossomed shafts as a powerful spike of bliss hit him. Snaking his tail up around the dragon's body, needing some sort of embrace and a bit more control, he plopped a hand over his face lazily.

"Oh Fyrre, without a doubt, you must be one of the finest dragons in all the land. Pleasing in so many ways, no matter the situation!"

Lustful moans lingered with every extra inch of giant winged reptile entering into Montiga, especially once the main bulk of the dragon had been pulled in, nearing the halfway point, distending the lower body of the naga considerably. Something about the added weight of another being, especially living, inside of his body wrought the sweetest of sensations. At the same time it calmed him, allowing him to just lay back and allow his body to go through the natural processes. Despite being halfway devoured, Fyrre still managed to please the outside body by wrapping his tail around either of the shafts. Squeezing, and pulling just beneath the glans, he seemed to try and simulate as though Montiga and him were still going at it.

"That's what you are, not a guard dragon, but a performer! Ah, truly the best dinner theatre one could hope to experience."

At least, that's what Montiga harkened it to be at this point. Food for the body and for the soul, with both being very much to his liking. Folding his arms up and resting them behind his head, he felt like true royalty. He was able to just lay there, sexual needs taken care of while being able to engorge at his leisure. Laying his tail straight out, and pushing Fyrre's body off his own belly so that it didn't have to bend so awkwardly any more, it also gave him a better view of the dragon's occasionally shifting silhouette.

Looking over to one of the candles above, noticing the quickly melting wax, it had been over an hour since he started devouring Fyrre. He wanted to savor the meal, but he did also seek some shut-eye. Though just then, he felt a sort of emptiness overcome him. The scaly tail around his proudly standing shafts, the flesh and tail equally soaked and glistening from a constant stream of pre, finally let go. It wasn't until then that Montiga realized he was coming to the end of pulling the dragon up through the needy sphincter, and coming to rest in the lower gut hidden within his tail.

The home stretch approached, for when the dragon would fully disappear from sight. Montiga tried to hold back the natural undulations taking place, stalling the intake ever so slightly, to truly focus in on the sensations, just to tease himself that little bit extra. He couldn't help it, for he could feel every aspect of Fyrre's body with each ripple of his inner muscular walls. Never once did his body relent in squeezing, so even though his anal sphincter may not have been spread as wide as before, it still felt fulfilling. In but a few more minutes, the slowly twitching black tail was seen being slurped into the expecting slit, being encompassed and compressed within the serpentine body. Fyrre became nothing more than gigantic bulge inside of a snake's body.

"Now then, you be a good boy Fyrre, and let me have some rest."

Just as Montiga let out one more sigh of relief, feeling the gentle squirms of the creature trapped inside, he thought he might finally gain some sleep. At least, he hoped, but even he had to admit that eating way more than average may have been a bad idea. Especially so due to it being a living creature, for all the movements coming from within forced his mind to stay awake. Even his body betrayed his inner wishes, for his shafts remained hard as ever, to the point of being major distractions. Pushing with his palms against the upper portions of the stalks, as if trying to abate them, it only encouraged his body to stay ever more aroused. Even larger of a problem was that, after all that took place, simply beating them off wouldn't even compare to earlier. He needed more, and desperately.

"Montiga? Fyrre, Spike? Is everything alright in there? The rain keeping you all awake too? The candles are still lit!"

Suddenly, jolting Montiga with surprise, a familiar orca-dragon hybrid's voice was heard shouting from the other side of the barn door. Spike simply turned in his sleep, as if desperately trying to ignore everything else. Evidently Drath noticed lights from the candles filtering through the cracks of woodwork and thought something to be wrong. Without much to halt the advance the owner of the property. The doors flung open quickly, the wind likely helping, before the white figure turned quickly to shut it once more. Turning, his eyes went wide, staring at Montiga as if in disbelief.

"Ah, you actually are a naga! You, where is Fyrre? Why are you..." At first the bipedal reptile sounded concerned, if not a bit disturbed. But as he went on, the pitch lowered and softened.

"... Why are you so sexy?" he questioned as his nose pointed up in the air, taking huge breaths in through his nostrils and finding the scents contained therein to be mightily pleasant.

Montiga smiled broadly. The same scents that subdued Fyrre did the exact same to Drath, and given how he hobbled around in place as though intoxicated, it worked swiftly. Coming inside from the fresh air on the outside must have made it feel like a literal wall of musk had hit the unsuspecting fellow. It was exactly as the serpent had hoped for, and he was sure not to squander it.

"I know you've been very generous to me Drath, but can you come over here please? I could really use your help with something."

"Oh, it'll be my pleasure, Montiga."

Drath showed just how much of a pleasure it would be, due to a swiftly raising erection took hold. Pink flesh swelled up from a sheath, casually pushing away the leather cloth which otherwise hid the region. The head of the shaft was thick and rounded, having a clearly defined draconic nature, yet it retained a smooth and long appearance distinct to orcas. Along with it a plump pair of balls hung beneath, rounded perfectly, swaying with the moving legs.

"By the way, I couldn't help but notice Drath, that the carvings in the woodwork are absolutely gorgeous. Not only that, the metalworking for the candlesticks is of the highest quality. I take it you're real good with your hands, eh? As much carpenter as you are farmer?"

With another few steps Drath came up to the tall and long bulge of Montiga's tail, giving it a soft push. The hands squeezed gently, beginning to gently rub and massage along the stretched purple scales. He showcased a surprising strength despite his size, able to rock the bulge inside ever so slightly. Giving it a quick couple of pats, it seemed to set off Fyrre on the inside, who began to squirm about with renewed vigor. Stretching out his upper torso and lifting his waistline, Montiga displayed his shafts. It was as if all was according to a plan that Drath thought up right on the spot, as he hopped over the large belly-mound, using it as a back rest and making sure he stayed nice and close to the twin shafts.

"I'll let you be the judge. I'm not one to boast about my handiwork."

Both of Montiga's shafts were grabbed by the settling and eager white creature, whom slipped his fingers swiftly due to all the pre coating them. He felt the fingers move with lewd slaps up and down along the form of the shafts. Squeezing, each finger exerted pressure at the exact same point just beneath the glans, even as they moved up and down; the skillful hands flowing in wave-like motions. Drath skipped the teasing, choosing instead to go straight for the kill.

Montiga tensed suddenly, not expecting such a sudden and intense handjob to take place, flicking his tail and rolling slightly along his sides. It caused Fyrre, on the inside, to shift as well when in conjunction with feeling his master sitting nearby, albeit on the outside of the body. The large creature sloshed about in the tightened confines rather suddenly. The stomach began to kick into overdrive as the owner's mind once more was torn from the thought of sleep, his metabolism having sped up. The acids present in the stomach, as a result, began filling and seeping between every crack in the dragon's scales, further invading every inch with the slowly undulating muscular walls.

"God, Montiga, you're like a never ending fountain," Drath whispered, bringing his nose down closer to the shafts, taking a deeper whiff with a blissful smile draped across his face.

The pampered naga tried to speak, but any sounds came out as moans of ecstasy. How could he forget; trying to sleep off a living meal, it would be like wasting the best part. Feeling the sharper and more distinct squirms from inside his gut, as the prey within began to be directly affected by the noxious liquids, was a deep pleasure comparable to sex itself, if not even grander. Despite that, he also had obtained a rather skilled handler right near his lap, taking care of the two shafts. His meat was tugged left and right, the wrists of the white creature twisting as they pumped up and down. Each full motion of the hands brought forth a quick, if not weak, spurt of pre-seed.

A quiet rumbling, indiscernible from grumpiness or simply grogginess, made itself present. Looking to his side, Montiga noticed Spike had roused from his sleep, or at least had finally gave up pretending to be. The likely case logically was that he had heard his master's voice, and found it a necessity to serve him. However the naga knew something else to be on the dragon's mind as he was seen stretching. Between his legs hung forth a gloriously shaped shaft, the thickness of it being enough to dwarf both of Montiga's put together.

If Spike were not working as a beast of burden, one could sooner assume him to be a fully dedicated breeder-dragon. The tip of the obsidian shaft may have been tapered, but the head grew in diameter exponentially, and from there transitioned into a bulky stalk. As though the monstrous girth wasn't enough to cause a partner to be unable to walk normally the next day, a single ring of extended flesh swelled around the mid-point of the shaft. Thick strands of pre drooled from the tip of the shaft, creating a pool on the ground beneath him. Evidently the scents in the air had at least been affecting him during his sleep.

"There's no reason to be so bashful there, Spike. Come on over, let's see what you got for me!"

Montiga chuckled between his moans, turning his head back to look up towards the rafters of the barn. Gaping his mouth, sighing often and closing his eyes, he once more went to just staying idle and focusing on the sensations taking place. Fyrre's paws pushed up from the inside of his stomach, creating small distensions in his scales which caused him to twitch every time in deeper bliss, especially as they coincided with some of the tougher squeezes from the white being's hands. The more the dragon inside rolled about, squirming about as the acids likely began to strip the scales from his torso, the faster Drath massaged on the outside.

The long and purple tail tapped on the ground, as Montiga eagerly awaited what Spike might bring to the table. The moving appendage felt something a bit different when lifting high enough, feeling particularly warm and broad. Opening an eye to look, he noticed the orange dragon to be looming over him, and he didn't quite realize just how truly large Spike was until up close and personal like this. Just before he could say a word, the large beast plowed down and into same hole that Fyrre had disappeared within prior.

A loud and exasperated moan escaped Montiga's lips upon feeling that shaft suddenly shove into him. Just like Drath, he skipped all the pleasantries and went for broke right from the get go. It didn't seem to matter that he had devoured an entire dragon through the anal route into the body just a couple of hours ago; his body remained taut and the muscles conformed to a natural size. The sheer girth of Spike's shaft rocked his world, likely because he wasn't at all prepared for it. Heavy grunting and snorts from the orange face above blew over his face, as the dragon showed just how needy he had been while laying idly by as Fyrre had all the fun earlier, with Montiga on the receiving end of all that sexual frustration.

Drath lulled his tongue out, quickly slurping along the urethral opening of either shaft, going back and forth between the two as if trying to determine which one tasted the best. Both seemed very much to his liking as he continued at a speed which made him look as though he tried to capture every ounce of liquid that escaped. He got so far into it that he blatantly shoved his entire face against the broad top of the shaft, smothering it across his muzzle. After a rather powerful thrust was given from Spike, Drath found himself sandwiched between the two larger reptilian creatures, and the front of his face quite literally shoved itself into shaft's head.

"Ah, Drath, yes! That's just what I needed..." Montiga's voice became raspy, hoarsely speaking between his moans.

After speaking, his upper back twisted while the hips thrust up. He used Spike's lowered position to help squeeze Drath ever further within, to the point that his head was forced into the urethral slit with a loud and wet slurp. A hefty spurt of pre shot forth around Drath, as the dragon's movements above helped to smear it against all three of the individual's scaly torsos. Sudden and powerful contractions took place, simulating natural peristalsis found elsewhere in the body. He was being pulled inwards at a frightening pace, likely uncontrollably from Montiga's peaking emotional state, with the thought of stopping nowhere to be found in his conscious.

Feeling the sudden tugging and the push and pulls from the hands around his shafts, a sharper pitched moan of utter bliss escaped the naga's lips. Combining that with the height of Fyrre's struggles from within his gut, and the thick meat violating his rump by Spike, the serpent felt as though he ascended beyond the mortal plane due to all the overloading pleasure.

Every second that passed meant that the white creature found himself trapped further inside of the quickly expanding member. The girth grew to match the one entering it, as Drath's distinct shape was sported quite proudly. Montiga's urethra bulged ever wider with every passing second, seeming to have no limits as to how far it might stretch, even with the broad shoulders entering within.

It came to the point that this alternative method of feeding seemed totally natural for the naga. Yet every inch that he dragged in, the process of which being expedited by the constant pounding of the large dragon above, brought an ever and exponentially increasing pleasure. Each moment felt impossibly more grand than the last, as Montiga could feel each individual scale grinding against his hyper-sensitive insides.

At this point in time Montiga wished for nothing more than to undergo an orgasm once again. The pressure in his groin felt like a steam vent ready to burst, yet it never found such an escape. Drath's body, as it squirmed to be halfway lodged inside the purple body, blocked the otherwise constant flow of liquids causing his body to tighten up harshly everywhere else, which in turn brought him to even higher levels of pleasure. He could more distinctly feel Fyrre kicking about aimlessly against the seemingly endless expanse of stomach that trapped him. Spike's shaft could be felt so intimately that he felt the dragon's racing heartbeat through such. In that very moment he felt the orange dragon let loose a hefty load of his own while giving off a soft growl, working as yet an even greater tease to the naga.

He had to do something, and out of sexual frustration, Montiga grabbed the orange face hovering just above him and brought it in for a very close and intimate kiss. Grabbing the sides, just beneath the horns, he exerted dominance all at once. In that intimate moment that the dragon's load filled his lower bowels, his mouth widened to continue that kiss. It soon became something much more than that, as Spike's eyes widened upon seeing a suddenly gaping pink mouth. The snake's black tongue flickered against the dragon's snout tip, and with that he literally pulled the giant head to stuff within his mouth, swallowing upon it as though he hadn't eaten for several months.

Montiga's hunger knew no bounds, as even though he already had a dragon larger than himself tucked within his gut, he wished to add another, even larger one within. At that same time the bipedal creature, at least as tall as him, kicked his legs that stuck out from the engorged shaft. He was striking two birds with one stone, and it brought ecstasy beyond what he could comprehend. The rate at which he gulped down the large dragon overtook that which he took in the squirming being sliding down his cock, as his upper body began to bulge with the addition of Spike's head and neck. With the shoulders following shortly after, he had to pull the large beast from his mount. A distinct pop echoed in the barn, similar to when he pulled free from Fyrre earlier in the night, giving testament to his own tightness.

While he worked on scarfing down the enormous orange creature, he never once forgot about the motions taking place inside his shaft. He very distinctly felt the way Drath's legs kicked and shifted, distending his urethra in various forms. The toes wiggled against the tip of the member's head, giving one last major teasing sensation before being slurped inside. Shivering, he mouthed over Spike's wingbases, having to hold back from swallowing to focus on what was taking place further below.

From that point on he became a ticking time bomb; the liquids in his internal testes churning furiously as they were displaced by the living body; the very same body that was blocking their exit, soon to remove itself from his internal tubing so that he could feel orgasm once again. Pre once more leaked from both shafts, slowly flowing into a more steady stream, preluding the climax.

At the exact instance in time that Drath's body no longer plugged the snake's masculine plumbing, the purple body spasmed heavily while taking a major and powerful series of swallows around the body lodged within his throat. An orgasm which even Fyrre could likely have heard occurring arose, sounding akin to flood waters being unleashed from a dam, along with the eruption of thick and heated white liquid. It splattered against Spike's belly, instantly coating the underside with a fine white layer, before gravity brought it back down against Montiga's own bulging body, before finally running along towards the ground.

The level of Montiga's fertility could no longer be questioned, as even though he experienced a hefty climax just a couple of hours ago and never once went soft, he released another load that easily dwarfed the first. The constant pushes against his internal flesh, orchestrated by Drath, spurned this. Even after several minutes, when a normal creature would have been run bone dry, the serpent's body still managed to procure thick strands of seed to shoot forth in a rhythmic beat.

Sensations which a god could be jealous of inevitably died down, but with such, a rising and insatiable hunger replaced them within Montiga's mind. He was tired, brought up to and sustained a sexual high for hours, and pushed even further beyond. There was nothing else more that he wanted than a gigantic meal, but thankfully for him it was already in his jaws. Thus, all he had to do from here was continue swallowing, doing what came totally natural, what he had done his entire life, albeit it with something bigger than the norm. It mattered not to him, and only worked to perpetuate his hunger, as the need to stuff himself overtook all other concerns.

It took him but a few mere minutes to engulf the dragon down to the legs. If one were to ask about such in the future, assuming he'd even share such a tale, Montiga himself wouldn't be able to answer just how he managed to do it all so quickly. But there he was, not even comprehending that he was doing just that, as he mouthed around the impressive crotch of the large feral creature. The obsidian shaft had a certain satisfaction of flavor to it, perhaps because it had so recently been inside his body. It was something he couldn't have enough of, and once more, the pace quickened.

The lower stomach, in his tail, began to bulge even further. Fyrre, on the inside, had given only a few soft twitches at the presence of his cohort now entering inside the stomach. He layed there, curled and stewing, with the scales of his skin melting and the flesh being torn straight from the bone in the hostile environment. Spike found himself entering into the peak of activity inside the stomach, and right from that moment was assaulted by the acidic substances. Despite his massive bulk and strength to back it up, not even he would overcome the manipulative and slimy muscular stomach walls, as they subdued him. It was quick to force him to curl around the black dragon, or at least what was left of the slightly smaller creature in the stomach. In just a few more gulps, the orange hindpaws disappeared within the voracious mouth with the tail soon following. The rounded distention in his body slowly slid down his upper torso, reverting to its normal size, to have it all deposited into the expansive gut.

"Never could I have ever asked for a greater feast..."

Montiga yawned shortly after he felt all of Spike settling into his new home. His tail twitched involuntarily from the kicking, as if responding to the convulsions of the dragon taking place. It was fairly evident that the acids tore away at him with great ferocity due to the digestive tract being in full motion. Every now and then he could see the paws pushing up at his body, just like Fyrre before him, along with the horns harmlessly prodding at the stomach walls. Slowly yet surely, the movements inside his testes settled as well. He could actually feel how a living body was digested, with full clarity; the way Drath slapped his hands against the walls, only to leave parts of it behind as it melted into a fresh batch of cum. His eyes slowly closed, wanting to savor the feelings just a little more, but losing consciousness quickly. Going limp, he fell swiftly into a comfortable sleep.

Low angles of sunlight filtered in from between the woodwork of the barn. Letting out a low and quiet sigh, the heavily pampered naga was slowly brought out of his sleep. Begrudgingly, after trying to stay still for a few moments, he realized it was time to finally awaken. Not only that, but looking down at his tail, he couldn't help but notice how it had shrunk in size. It almost looked to the point of being normal with just a faint bulge where the dragons once were.

"I really was hungry through all that. Ah, makes me want more already."

Whispering to himself, a low growl emanated from his gut. It wasn't that of needing food, but instead the churning of other contents near the end of the road in his digestive tract. Slowly pulling himself up, standing in the way that a naga could, he had to quickly slither along and get outside. Pushing the door open, he was greeted by beautifully clear skies. Sunlight glittered along the wet ground with leaves, twigs, and branches scattered about from having been blown about in the strong winds. Picturesque as it might be, particularly with it being the perfect warming summer day, he had other business to take care of.

Moving along to the backside of the barn, he stretched out into a comfortable position. Sighing deeply, and lifting his tail slightly, he felt the post contents of his meal from last night slowly slip out. Not much of it actually made it through; softened bones that couldn't be so easily processed by the body were expelled. Two very distinct skulls made their way into the open air shortly after, slightly deformed and cracked from having been constantly squeezed by his tough muscular walls and worn away by his powerful acids. A very specific jingle was heard shortly after, like what one would expect from a bell, as it rolled along the between the bones and sparse scales having been ejected.

Letting out one final sigh, it felt as though a heavy weight was taken away from him. He still had a fairly bulged tail, but not anything nearly what it was during the night after eating the dragons, and it could be easily passed off as him having eaten a wild animal instead. Moving back around the front of the barn, he couldn't help but lean against it and look at the house. Looking down at his own body, he let out a rather large grin.

A mixture of his and the dragons' seed of the night before was still plastered across his belly and chest, making it obvious he needed a wash, even if he did enjoy the wafting scents. Not only that, but his own groin had a very noticeable bulge that wasn't normally there. It wasn't from gaining an erection, but rather the aftermath of his body breaking down the orca-dragon hybrid who got himself stuffed into that location. It made him swollen, and needy, yet he was simply still too tired.

"Mmmh, perhaps I'll stick around this place. I think it'll do well when renovated into an inn. Just gotta make sure to spread word that it'll have the best feasts in the land."

Chuckling to himself, he sighed quietly and dipped his head. Sluggishly he slithered back on into the barn, finding once more a hay pile to lay upon. Flopping down he nearly instantly passed out once more. The night took a lot more out of him than he had realized. Dragging his knuckles against the ground, the fingers found purchase upon a familiar candlestick, of which Montiga no doubt holds close as a memento to good fortune from that day forward.