Fall '08 Snuff Project: A Master's Gift
#2 of Fall '08 Snuff Project
A Master's Gift ((AMG))
The grand, imperial dragon leaned back in his throne, enjoying the simple attention of his pets. His gold scales glitter in the light as he rumbles with content pleasure. Just a loincloth of black silk wrapped upon his lap, hinting at the equally grand virility to his form. While a pair of kitsunes, one male and one female massaged his feet as he lashed his tail, curious what the next offering for him would be. Already he had quite a feast of delights in food and company, as well as enjoyment both sensual and erotic among other things. The bulge in his belly showing that he had fed several different hungers at once with one of the pets that was gifted to him
The lizard that was bowing before him was fairly handsome, his scales glimmering and well groomed, while he was athletic and muscular. He wore nothing but the simple jewelry of an entertainer, albeit one who specializes in more erotic fair. His scales are a dark green along his large back scales, fading to a rich yellow along the finer scales of his chest, hands and feet. His golden eyes peered up to the much larger dragon while he demonstrated his flexibility and grace, showing off his nude body with a graceful twist and arch. A rabbit messenger announced him as Aquilus, presented as a gift for the golden dragon to use as he wishes. While the lizard does earn a small rumble of admiration from the dragon, his look is mostly amused and a touch bored. The dragon's voice loud and commanding "A very, admirable gift... but, I do believe I have had quite my fill in erotic needs. As well as the more primal hungers..." He patted the bulge that was likely once another slender lizard. "However, I do have another pet who may need some attention..."
The lizard looks up curiously, his tail swaying along the floor. "Someone else, my master?" He ponders, as he was not expecting to be gifted from one to another. But he bows, "If it will please my new master, I would be quite proud to attend to any of his or her needs." He stands tall, trying to look his best for the larger dragon before him. His arousal half jutting from his slit, ebon flesh peeking for appraisal.
There's a low chuckle in response as the dragon grins, fangs gleaming, "well, then, if you do so desire... We shall have everyone clear the floor for the moment, so that Aquilus may take center stage for his show."
The others step off of to the sides of the low floor, watching curiously at the lizard presented before them. The dragon calls out for his most favored of pets, Sprente, to be summoned. A few of them shiver, having an idea of the dark shape that slinks towards the lizard. There's a quiet hush when Sprente slithers in, his large serpent head peering before the chamber. A quiet hissing from him as he looks over the room, peering at the stunned lizard before him. Aquilus's golden eyes go wide as he looks over the snake that slithers in, foot after foot of massive, heavy scales that gracefully glide towards him. He dares not take his eyes from the dark orbs that appraise him, a tremble running thorough his tail. "He... is Sprente... and, I'm.. to... attend to his... needs?"
There's a low rumble of laughter from the draconic king, "Mostly, Sprente will attend to his own needs. You just have to, ah, fill them." There's a quiet gasp from the crowd as the snake begins to circle and appraise his new playmate. His tongue flicks along hips, the big scales brushing along Aquilus's sides. The nervous lizard reaches down, brushing the smooth scales of the python, trying to guess the size of the incredible serpent. Aquilus thought there must be nearly two dozen feet of muscular snake, the black rings and brown scales marking Sprente as quite the regal looking python. His cool scales coil slowly around Aquilus's legs, the growing weight forcing him to kneel down before the massive predator, soon on his knees as he groans. His quivering hands stroking Sprente along his neck as the big snake flicks his tongue across him, tasting and exploring his new partner.
There's a sudden shift in the coils of python curling around Aquilus. A surprised yelp soon muffled as he finds his cheek pressed to the smooth wooden floor. An incredible weight pressing upon him as the snake casually coils around his stunned body, cool scales rubbing his own with a sensual slowness. He can feel that strength curl around his chest, his eyes wide with a prey's knowledge of his position in life. He can feel that big head rest on his own as his arms are forced out around his sides by the girth of the serpent around him. His legs bound firmly as he trembles and starts to twist and writhe his body on the floor. Each motion matched with a firm squeeze of scales and muscles, locking him down as Sprente casually rests his head on his prey.
Aquilus groans as the tightening weight starts to compress his chest. His eyes widen further at this sensation, his chest straining for breath as it's pressed out with a quiet hiss between his lips. There's a sliding firmness against his rump, his tail lifted by a coil of the python, before a wet thickness nudges his rump. The male yips out a gasp of breath, starting to struggle in the shock of that slick protrusion searching for his tender slit. That yip turns into a long wheezing breath as the serpent clenches down on his chest, while a firm, lewd thrust sinks Sprente's hemipene deep into the male in his deadly grasp. The other heavy, red hemipene giving the audience a good measure of how full Aquilus is now. The snake's squeezing thrusts pressing the air from his meal even as he mates his new toy. A deadly, erotic massage of clenching muscles and sensual thrusts into Aquilus, as the poor lizard struggles vainly. His muscles rippling useless beneath the iron grasp of the snake's coils, as the audience watches with silent fear and lustful arousal.
The sounds of moaning and grunting grow faint, then silent as the lizard is constricted in the snake's powerful grasp. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as he drools onto the floor. His yellow eyes wide with fear as he feels that sharp pinch of asphyxiation within his crushed chest. His arousal oozes pre onto the floor as the snake continues to pound into his butt, spreading his tender anal slit wide open again and again. His hands futilely slap the massive, taut scales around his chest. Finding no relief as he's twisted subtly in the serpent's lethal embrace, shifted on his side to best show off his dying struggles and jutting arousal as the snake continues to fuck his prey.
Yellow eyes fearfully scan across the staring crowd, the helpless Aquilus mouthing desperately for help from any of them. Drooling onto the floor as no more air enters his burning lungs. He can feel the desperate ache of pain and need in his chest, along with the strange, lustful trembling in his loins of prey realizing their doom. His cock throbs, aching hard as that big, slimy arousal grinds deep into his rump. His brain reeling with the knowledge that he will soon die, and become another anonymous bulge in a snake's stomach, never to be seen again. The steady mating of predator and prey along with the dizzying heat of asphyxiation causes a strange pleasure as well, perhaps the lust of prey knowing he's fulfilling a predator's needs. His struggles weaken, his scales darken, while his tongue dangles from his snout as Aquilus has his life slowly squeezed out of him in the snake's merciless grasp. His heart pounding, racing and weakening as Sprente just holds tight, feeling every desperate beat of his prey's heart in his chest.
Aquilus watches the crowd begin to fade in his vision. Spots of light and darkness fighting against his dazed consciousness, his body relaxing now, trembling fearfully. A sudden pressure, and than a cool, thick wetness pumping into his relaxing rump. Claimed by the snake, that last, lewd sensation makes his dying body arch. His black arousal twitches against the floor, soon gushing his last orgasm across the floor. Sticky white lizard semen paints a few new patterns onto the dark wooden flooring as his tail twitches and slaps the ground. His last vision the sight of a pair of jaws, creaking open, Sprente's dark throat filling his vision.
Aquilus loses consciousness before he feels those slimy jaws wrap around his face. Sprente pushing the limp meal into his gaping maw with a slow, patient rhythm. There's a last spasm in the lizard's body as he settles into his final dying moments. And soon that nose sinks into the airless embrace of a python. His unconscious body never to rise once more even as the snake relaxes that fatal grasp. There's a quiet spasm from the quickly dying lizard, along with an occasional twitch of tail or wriggle from toes. His chest faintly rises and falls with the last, desperate beats of his heart. The snake feeding with that slow patience serpents always seem to possess. Sprente's lips soon wrapping around shoulders and kissing his chest to feel the lizard's heart beat one final, fatal time.
Inch by inch the once proud Aquilus sinks into the steadily bulging girth of Sprente. The crowd panting, wide eyed, while a quiet moan is heard from he dragon, with the two kitsunes attending to his lustful needs. The female grooming at his genital slit as the male finds his jaws wrapped around and sucking at a pulsing, soon gushing dragon cock. The male swallowing the dragon's thick spunk as steadily as the snake devours the limp lizard. The snake's maw slides down hips, bulging around Aquilus's tail. And then there's just a pair of legs, sliding ever so surely into that swallowing, rippling throat.
Those jaws drag the limp toes of Aquilus down with a slow, languid motion. And finally the once handsome pet disappears fully, just a bulge within Sprente's belly as he slithers away. Sated and very pleased for a while. At least, until the dragon king requires someone else to keep his precious pet pampered and well fed...