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Far out into the wilderness, and deep within the thick of a forest lacking in any permanent settlements or hints of civilization, the sinking sun glittered beautifully upon a small lake next to a clearing. Despite this desolate region laughter could be heard in a mixture of hissing and jubilant growling, the likes of which could only come from those of reptilian heritage. Such a spectacular sight, even though far away from the busy average day found in a city, attracted those who knew the splendor of this particular spot of untouched and protected forest. Such was the case for a close group of friends, all of which possessing quite clearly serpentine or draconic traits.

Five scaled creatures all loafed around a fire pit, freshly lit, in preparation for a long and fun night of camping together. Three nagas, a pure anthropomorphic snake, and a bipedal dragon all laughed it up after short pauses of listening to each other crack jokes about their lives or fond memories together. They stayed near the crackling flames and close together, with some having tails curled around the other's, in a bonding show that would allow anyone to know they may consider each other to be friends with benefits. Not only that, but large drink coolers scattered the area behind where they sat, each of them packed full with enough alcohol to possibly inebriate even the most resistant of dragons.

"Alright! Guys! The sun's finally going down. Time to crack out some of the good stuff," the reddish-orange dragon, Kensjo, proudly proclaimed.

Kensjo wore a camo colored beanie on his head, and equally patterned shorts along with a loose black T-shirt, he seemed almost at home in the forest. Despite that he didn't wear anything on his feet, showing how they had a black coloration. The same black streaked up the inside of his legs, as well as along the hands and interior of the arms. His loose shirt helped show that he had the same black scales upon his chest and belly, not to mention the broad wings he possessed being black on the underside. His green eyes darted quickly to the one furthest from him, a distinctly purple naga, with great expectation.

That same naga, Montiga, shook his head and leaned back slightly. Having a fairly sculpted and muscled body, he was the only reptile there with any hair on his head, and it was obvious he took great care of that trait. The hair flowed with just the slightest movements, almost exaggerated, while he bent backwards. Nagas typically never had much love in the world of fashion, and it showed by the amount of clothing worn by the combined three nagas. Montiga, as a result, wore little as well; a simple black cloth around his waist, fastened around the sides similar to a belt, gave him acceptable decency in the judgmental eyes found elsewhere in the world. It at least allowed one to very easily see how the belly and under-scales of his body had a darker violet color, opposed to the lavender scales elsewhere. A tattoo of black chains could be found on his upper right arm, with eerie skull on the other. Deep hued purple stripes went along the entirety of his body, with whiter flecks found seemingly at random to make for an interesting design. Turning, his yellow eyes briefly locked with the orange orbs of a slightly taller naga resting very close to his left.

The naga he glanced at for just a brief moment appeared to be very closely related to Burmese Pythons, and possessed the milky white and yellow coloration normally found amongst the albino morphs. She also happened to be the only female in a group of males, as could be very easily inferred if one did so little as to give a passing glance to her upper torso. Wrapped almost in what looked to be a purple-dyed silk cloth, thick and perky breasts were supported by the clothing upon her upper body. As was the nature of many serpents through history, she left little to imagination, for the silk around her chest was tight enough to show the pronounced and perfectly formed nipples just beneath. Following the two-piece suit further down, a much longer silken cloth lay draped below he waist to conceal her lower body. Opposed to the male to her right, she made sure her stature was kept sleek and smooth. The silk flowed well with every slight movement of the body, as if made custom fit for her, giving off an exotic feel.

"Tifen, think fast!" In his bent position, Montiga stretched and quickly tossed a thick brown glass bottle towards the female naga.

Swift as he may be, Montiga wasn't fast enough for Tifen. Even when lazing, she displayed lightning fast reflexes, catching and coiling the object with the tip of her tail. "Ah! Finally, some rum. I was beginning to feel as though we'd waste the night with beer!".

"Yeah, and I called for it first, so hand it up," Kensjo proclaimed energetically, eying the brown liquid with shining eyes.

Just as Tifen flicked the glass from her tail crackingand cracked off the cap, rolling her eyes with a soft giggle, another snake-like tail darted over the fire to catch the rum. It belonged to the two-legged snake with lime green scales that transitioned to a whiter hue along the cheekbones, before going down the chest, belly, and along the underside of the tail. Quickly whipping the bottle back and giving a victorious pose, he very happily gulped down the drink, closing and concealing his sky-blue eyes. Stretching and showing off his prize, it also allowed one to clearly see a body built well for swimming. Along with the coloration and musculature, and even though everyone else took good care of their bodies, his scales glistened the most in the open air. Everything about him hinted at being well adapted for life in the swamps, especially his clothing, as he wore nothing more than a tight-fitting black speedo holding back a definitive bulge. Even though he was the shortest of the bunch, just barely a few inches under the six-foot dragon, his tail length more than made up for it. Curling it around his body to show off once more, his tail was very well three times longer than his actual body height.

Gasping desperately, Kensjo just stared with jaw agape and paused for a moment, before offering a quick rebuttal:

"Oh, look at that! The great and swift Snake Wildlife! In his prime, dribbling rum down his face," chuckling, his words proved to be more than just a sarcastic remark as he kicked the log that Snake sat on, causing the gloating reptile to falter to the side.

"Whoa now, don't be wasting that! Don't you know it's a high sin to be wasting good drink like that," the black King Cobra naga known as Nile - barely the tallest and longest over Tifen - spoke up quickly, amber eyes widened from the whole the scene.

Using his tail, Snake made sure to slither it around the edge of the campfire so that it might be at least somewhat concealed, before lurching it up to snatch the bottle away from the green fellow. Unlike everyone else, however, he possessed four arms upon his upper torso. With the lower left arm, he made sure to grab that bottle, holding it close as if cradling it like a beloved child. It might have seemed more adorable if he very shortly after didn't tilt the bottle back along with his head and guzzle the drink as though it were the first thing he had in days. His arms flexed slightly, as though he were lost in the delicious liquid he greedily drank, showing off the well muscled appendages. Plated scales were found along much of the body and scaly natural hood of his head, the majority of them could be found along his underside, dark as pure night. The rest of his scales had a softer gray hue, with black stripes similar to that of Montiga's, sequenced along the back and upper side of his tail. The only things which would help others from possibly losing him in the dark would be his eyes, and a large white patch of scales just behind them. He, like Montiga, opted to go with the flow of society when it comes to clothing for nagas. However, unlike the purple serpent, his clothing was instead found off in the distance away from the campsite as he likely felt the need for any sort of coverings to be fairly pointless in the grand scheme of things.

"Really, Nile? Between you and Snake, I'd think both of you want my buzz to wear off!"

Rolling his eyes, the black naga reached with his two lower arms to shuffle around in a container nearby. Tossing two similarly shaped bottles, one filled with blue colored vodka and the other pink, he sighed out happily. "It's what you get for nearly spilling this! Have something fruity to match your nature, eh? Hah!"

"Well if you want it that way, I ain't gonna share any of my rum later on," Kensjo said with a slight smirk, oblivious to the fact that a green tail was silently rummaging through his cooler, sneaking away with a rather ornate bottle that likely was his point of statement.

"Mmh, yes, it would indeed be a shame if we couldn't have some of that," Tifen chimed in, winking towards Snake who returned the gesture in kind. The tails from the two meeting in silence and secrecy behind Kensjo, where the female gladly took it for her own. Lifting, and taking a swig of this, she happily stated, "ooh, I imagine it throws quite a kick. Perfect spiced flavor, too!"

After speaking, the others simply laughed as Kensjo once more just stared agape. He had the taste of rum stolen not once, but twice from right under his nose. In true draconic nature, the red creature less than gracefully rolled backwards off his log and over his cooler, which he tightly hugged to his chest and lay his head upon. Hoarding the container and patting it with a happy sigh, the others began passing around drinks of all varieties.

Over the next hour the five friends drank heartily, swapping alcohols of all varieties ranging from every ethnicity available. They planned it to be a legendary night, hiking as far as possible for an entire day, and they certainly kicked it off to a hearty start. As the sun fell below the horizon, the number of empty bottles and cans began to pile up near the campsite. They made simple games for when they could drink, told nostalgic stories from when they were younger, or plain made jokes and played pranks on each other. It made the hour quick and fun, and one they wished could be done every night if possible.

After enough time, however, the alcohol began to get the best of them. It took an outrageously large quantity of even the strongest booze to finally and truly affect the group, as all of them seemed to possess a latent ability to metabolize alcohol to some degree. Once they began to wear out, it showed with their postures. Montiga stretched out long, tail tip splashing idly in the nearby lake, with his head laying close by Tifen's coiled body. She constantly faltered while trying to keep her head propped up with her hands while the elbows rest on her own tail. Nile lay on his side, his body forming a shallow crescent, while holding both Snake and Kensjo close to his chest; the black naga slipping in and out of sleep, using the cuddling seemingly as a reward for keeping himself awake. The red dragon was much in the same position as Nile, nearly falling asleep every few seconds, though the near-bone-breaking clenching from two arms holding him was more than enough to keep him awake. Snake proved to be the most resistant, as his tail constantly rummaged around for more liquor.

Sighing out in discontent, the green snake controlled himself well when drunk, speaking with relative clarity, "hey now, don't you all leave me to be the last one awake. Lemme find something to help wake you all up."

Tifen opened her mouth to speak, but the only response Snake received was a short hiccup. The force of it being strong enough to awaken her slightly yet at the same time she lost all balance with her elbows. Slipping forward she fell over Montiga. The purple naga mostly stayed quiet, holding himself perhaps the second best out of the group, just simply laying there in a happy daze. With the sudden pressure of another naga atop him, however, he twitched in surprise. His vision became entirely obscured by the albino Burmese, but he quickly melted and gave off a quiet moan of delight. The female snake fell perfectly so that his purple muzzle wedged between her pillowy chest, giving him a snug and well received hug of the different variety.

It took a few seconds for Tifen to realize what was going on, as in truth she felt rather comfortable in this position. The only thing giving away the fact that her breasts began gently smothering Montiga was when she felt a slight vibrating coming from his mouth; his tongue flicking out at a much quicker pace to taste the scent of such a location. Due to being within arm's reach, she moved a hand down towards male's crotch. All inhibitions broken down, the fingers daintily slipped beneath his coverings to give several quick flicks at the hidden slit. Humming out for all to hear, "Montiga. I think it's time I curled up in the tent. How about you come with me, hmm? See a lady to her nest?"

To help add a sense of urgency, the albino naga gave a quick push with her hand to more wholly invade the genital slit of the purple naga while wiggling her chest across his face. She wanted to make sure he had enough reason to get up, even though he wouldn't ever deny her a moment of time. Lifting herself up, wobbling, Montiga's face followed along with her torso as if entranced by a snake charmer. He let out a low and happy gasp, righting himself, to slither alongside Tifen and into the tent.

"Hey wait, don't be going yet! We're just getting to the good --- grrrk," Snake attempted to keep the two from leaving, either oblivious or instead wishing to see the obvious action about to take place upfront, but the other two black arms quickly squeezed the air out of him in an intense hug.

Barely any time passed that, right after the two nagas excused themselves into the tent, Tifen's lower body stiffened considerably. A bulge began to form underneath the silken covering around the waistline, to which she leaned over and smiled at Montiga. "You know, I gotta wonder after that little hug I gave you. Just how good are you with that mouth of yours?"

A few moments longer and the true meaning behind Tifen's words came into being. While one might expect that her words as a reference to earlier with Montiga's tongue flickering along her concealed cleavage, it instead was a notion to look downwards. The naga may appear wholly feminine with outward appearance, but the inside of her body held a very large secret for anyone who didn't know her more intimately. The purple clothing around her waistline began to fold like a theater's curtain as it was pushed up and out of the way by a quickly growing shaft.

Pink flesh contrasted perfectly with that of the silk, as though Tifen purposely planned the two to be a good match. What went from just a few inches of the cock hanging in the open air soon went to a foot, as it continued to lengthen and widen. Her fingers daintily rolled the shaft upwards slightly to create a slight show for the other naga to watch. The fine digits couldn't actually fully grasp around the newly sported member, helping give perspective for her purple partner. Arching back, and raising the tail, she leaned against herself to help project the massive flesh. Squeezing against it with the left hand, the flesh contorted as a myriad of wrinkles formed around the pressure points. Despite being nearly three feet long in this state, it hadn't even reached full arousal.

"Something tells me that tongue of yours, though, will do just fine for me."

Treating her words as a beckoning, Montiga eagerly bent down. The sight alone had been enough to bring about his own arousal; a twin pair of shafts, pink and fleshy near the base yet a rich and deep purple hue for the heads, of which had a unique star-shaped formation like that of a blossomed flower. Not being a slouch in the endowed department, he was on par with Tifen as both his shafts being comparable to her own. With a slight drunken slur, both in a daze from the alcohol, and from eying the beauty before him, he muttered happily, "more than just fine, actually."

Slithering in a circle to encompass Tifen, beginning to entangle their tails in a mess of coils, Montiga did so to gain the intimacy of scales touching and constantly grinding. She simply relaxed as he did so with an amused expression, watching and waiting while now being able to use the purple body as an improvised cushion to lean against in tandem with her own tail. The bulkier beginnings to his tail inched up along the female's body, inch by inch as he trailed around her, until his scales pressed against her giant shaft base. Not only did he tease, but the male naga aimed to raise that hefty cock with his own body before getting to work at it. As the flesh pointed straight forward, visibly pulsing due to anticipation, he once more faced her from the front.

Content with the outcome, Montiga could finally stop teasing the aroused female. Reaching forth with both hands, he grabbed the mighty pinkish member on both sides with his palms. Keeping his fingers stretched, he sandwiched the meat while hoisting it up to further angle it towards his mouth. Due to the sheer massiveness of it, he barely even needed to bend to reach it, to which he happily nosed along its length and flickered his swift tongue along the broad head. The gaping slit released a slight bit of pre, to mark the beginning of what would be a great endeavor to extract every last drop of liquid from that body.

Nuzzling with the tip of his snout to the end of the glans, to Montiga it looked as though he were staring at an actual person, for the glans happened to be comparatively as large as his own muzzle. He adored the sight, staring for nearly a full minute, just to bask in the glory of having the flesh all to himself to keep the night much more fun. Pressing both of his thumbs along the underside of the shaft, massaging up and down, he coaxed greater quantities of pre to ooze forth. It had a slight spongy softness, knowingly feeling along the urethra hidden beneath a thin layer of skin. Not only was it thick, but it was filled; vast volumes of liquid raising in that shaft, unable to escape without aid. This exact sensation, of not being able to gain release fairly easily while being reminded all the more of such plight, sexually agitated Tifen.

More than ready to release a load, which likely would be the first time in a very long while, the albino naga took matters into her own hands. Or rather, her tail, as she coiled it around Montiga's waistline and clenched. It was nearly enough to knock the wind out of someone, but more importantly for Tifen, the tight coil manipulated the purple body to suddenly bend forward. At the same time that cream colored tail grinded and pushed against the male's cocks, ensuring a lack of complaint.

Likely Montiga didn't even need much more coaxing to finally get going, for just when Tifen had showed a slight bit of playful force, his mouth had already opened. That made it perfect for when his body seized and fell down, for he took in entirety of the female's cock head. He showcased a perfect level of skill; engulfing the tip of the head, which happened to be nearly as large as his actual head, the purple naga did so without resistance despite it being by surprise.

Motions set in place, the purple creature quickly began sucking long and hard on her massive head. Bobbing his head, while tilting the muzzle up and down, he treated the meaty rod as though it were a gigantic popsicle. The added flavor and slick pre only helped to edge him on as though and acted as though it were a great reward. Swallowing frequently, and with a bit of extra control, he endeavored to keep the back of his throat wide and open, ensuring the meat be able to penetrate as far as possible.

Tifen certainly wasn't going to allow Montiga to go without even greater encouragement for his fine actions. Reaching down with her left hand, she wrapped her fingers daintily around near the thick bulging center on one of his uniquely shaped members currently begging for attention while shadowed beneath her own massive flesh. Squeezing, rubbing up and down, she very clearly felt his heartbeat quickening its pace as the tent began to feel hotter. Globs of his own pre-seed dribbled down along his body, coating the scales on her hand, aiding in making the strokes feel more pleasing with every moment. Her other hand began to fiddle with the coverings around her breasts, undoing the ornate metal latches hidden from sight. From right to left, the silken cloth smoothly and slowly fell away, allowing her to more freely play with her upper torso. Squeezing along the areola, accentuating the nipple, she rubbed and pushed against herself.

Gazing upwards, the purple naga watched a small show that quickly grabbed the attention of his mind and jerked it viciously. He began panting around the gigantic shaft within his mouth, doubling the intensity of his actions in the process. From his perspective he could barely see Tifen's muzzle pointing out and over the perked and lofty breasts which she currently played with. Eventually the silk covering once obscuring them fell over the side of his own face. The closer scents of her feminine torso, combined with the rich and nearly overpowering musk brought him to the edge; his members being played upon like a piano with her fingers being the final stroke to send him over.

The feminine naga didn't hold back in pleasing Montiga. She showed great deft with her hands, both being able to please herself and the male's body. Going back and forth between his shafts, she made sure neither of them became lonely or wanting, encouraging them to spew forth pre in thicker spurts with every squeeze. At the same time she smooshed her breasts together, squeezing or rubbing along the rotund edges, circling along the smooth scales until coming at a point to pinch at the nipple. Though she was only excitable due to Montiga's constant and equally skilled actions. He seemed to know when to suck in, or pull out, upon her shaft. Not only that but he managed to hit the right key points upon the massive meat with his hands to compliment her natural motions. Unable to hold back, and with a high pitched gasp of delight, she blew her load.

While he may have been staring with full attention, eyes open and happy, Montiga's face quickly displayed shock as his cheeks puffed out. A gigantic load of frothy liquid filled his mouth, only able to retain every drop due to his wanting and open throat, warming his body from the inside out during the cool evening. Letting loose of his own seed made it all the more satisfying as his body tingled from head to tail tip. Bulky strands of thick liquid spewed upward, with the lower half of Tifen's shaft taking the blunt of the blows; the pink being painted and overtaken slightly by a white froth. Pulling out at the last moments of the female's ejaculation, he allowed a fair bit of the seed to spurt across his face, to self-indulge in the attractive heat and liquid oozing between his scales. Panting, he looked up, waiting for both hers and his climax to slowly fall, as though awaiting orders.

Noticing that cue, and softly flicking a finger on her right hand near the breast, she smirked and pointed down right after. In her mind Montiga had only completed half of his task to pleasure her, with the other part being to clean off the rather massive mess he made. Not only did his own spunk coat her flesh with his warmth, but her ejaculate splashed against his face with enough force to make a right mess across her glans. A very faint blush managed to make its way through the purple scales of Montiga's cheeks and tint them a soft reddish hue. He wasted no time in using his quickly darting tongue to mop up the remnants of their sexual encounter.

Tifen quietly hummed to herself while leaning back. The left hand once used to pet at his shafts now doing the same, but to the top of his haired head to give small mental rewards for being so good to her. Her other hand continued to play around with the orbs of her chest, helping keep both her and his moods at a high. She noticed however that Montiga didn't quite take his time with the task assigned to him. Nuzzling here and there while doing so, he helped ensure she wouldn't go the least bit soft. Finding herself a bit wanting, a small idea hatched inside her head. Grinning deviously, just as Montiga seemed to be finishing, he gave a gentle kiss to the slit. For him they were the final touches, but for her they were the beginning of something much more fun.

Wrapping her hand around the back of Montiga's head, Tifen suddenly pushed it forward while thrusting her hips. In a loud slurp, his head disappeared inside of the all too willing member. It sucked and pulled at the surprised male with great efficiency, while she bent down and began to use both hands to guide him inside. Moaning constantly, her powerful tail clenched at the rest of his body, wrestling his away from her own, ensuring that she could easily feed upon him without asking and without worry.

It barely took a couple seconds for Montiga's neck to be pulled inside the greedy phallus. Even his shoulders poised no problem for the gaping urethral slit as it stretched to form around his bulky torso. His arms lay slack to his sides, still clearly surprised by the situation, and slow to react both from severe intake of alcohol and physically tired from the day's ventures. As a result those, too, were quick to disappear from direct vision along with his midsection. The already gigantic shaft bloated massively as Montiga's body forced it to do so; she, after all, devouring a snake nearly as big as him. At the rate she was able to intake such a creature, it would appear as though this were the natural way to devour something, or that she had frequently done so all through her life.

Despite being devoured alive, and after several seconds of thought, he seemed to be extremely calm with the whole situation. If nothing else his body proved to be pleased, well beyond that of the more conventional sexual acts that had just taken place, as his shafts were pointed and hard as rock. Pre had even begun to leak once more, right as the star-like tips of his shafts met with the broad tip of Tifen's, before those too were brought in with the rest of his body. Just below the base of the member, the albino's body bulged ever so slightly as it prepared to encapsulate the fellow reptile. His body simply remained limp, and easy for the taking, with his long tail being shoved inside without hassle.

Watching as the last couple feet of purple tail was being pulled inside, Tifen sighed with deep content. Each and every tiny movement from Montiga could be felt with the greatest of detail, sending constant shocks of pure bliss up her spine. In particular she adored being able to feel his two cocks, pushing against the fleshy testicular walls on the inside of her body. She even noticed a sudden force of excess liquid being shot out, as the male naga let loose a second orgasm while inside of her own body.

Tifen's body held Montiga's extremely well, but not because it contained it well in a physical form, but rather due to how quickly it could break something down into a liquid state. All it took was a little time, but her load would be completely replenished with even more to spare, and nearly all of it being from Montiga. The testicular sac constantly churned and massaged at the naga within, reshaping him into a much more manageable state. She relished in the soft gushing and sloshing noises that was created when his still-solid form mixed with his melting body. Beyond all else, she praised how it was a pleasurable process for the one being turned into a thick goop, as the sheer bliss always seemed to be more than they could handle, and the purple creature proved to be no exception. Silhouettes of his hands, or his face might have been seen through her scales had she been looking, but the frequency of such lowered drastically with time. Yet, something else caught her attention outside the tent, picking up a large level of huffing and slight commotion.

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Just after Montiga and Tifen had entered inside the tent, Niles' tongue flickered constantly into the air, to which a broad smile creased his scaly lips. Whispering to himself, as though still asleep, he mumbled happily, "oh yes, that's what I'm talking about..., I could really use some of that right now."

In that specific point in time, despite the male and female naga not even having reached the point of full arousal, the black cobra picked up the delicious scent of sex. This resulted in the dragon and snake he held carefully in his arms to be squeezed all the tighter, ensuring they once again wouldn't move too far or fall asleep in peace despite him seemingly doing just that. However he did rouse, in a different manner, as his extremely powerful sense of smell continued to alter his body. A serpentine shaft quickly grew upon his body while his tail began to writhe about. Just as black as his scales, the flesh arose with a twitch and twist, showcasing its prehensile nature and its particularly pointed tip. Snake immediately recognized what was taking place, "Mmh, I think we all could use a little bit of that right now."

The green reptile fidgeted about thanks to Nile squirming ever so slightly in his sleep, as if setting off a small chain reaction. Not only that but it became increasingly difficult to ignore the member, already bulging with visible vascularity, drooling a thin and clear liquid in a trail. Needing no more of an excuse, a prominent tent formed beneath his constrictive clothing. It came on quick and hard, as if his body had been looking for the smallest of excuses to elevate into a heightened state, as his erection defied all constraints. Soon a healthy red colored shaft made itself present, contrasting heavily with the black speedo, and pushing the tight undergarment straight off his groin to also reveal a plump pair of balls. A quick snap, and it flicked down and fell from the supporting hard-on, revealing his full glory, reaching just to the upper section of his belly.

However, at a lower end of the King Cobra's tail, two more thick rods of flesh sprouted with the exact timing of the other further above. Due to Kensjo's positioning, he lay snuggled with the end of the tail. Snorting and blinking his eyes awake, he managed to catch a glimpse of two monstrously shaped pink shafts coming straight towards his face. Immobilized due to a vice grip Nile had on him, the dragon managed to shift his head at the perfect angle to have both spiny and ribbed shafts catch his snout right in between. His emotions melted, going from surprised to intrigued and from there to allured then wanting, thanks to the hemipenes rubbing up along his snout and directly applying an enticing musk to his scales; the protective liquid inside the slit which hid the shafts creating a slight glisten to the red face. Once more he twitched futily, but this time to try and remove his shorts, whining slightly from frustration and wanting a different form of freedom now.

"Damnit, I just gotta move a little bit..., ugh, I can't let this opportunity pass," Kensjo huffed out in discontent, after taking in the situation.

Unable to move and in the same position as Kensjo, Snake still answered to the plight of the dragon by twisting his tail down and along the dragon's waistline. As if fumbling with a tumbler lock, the deft tail managed to unlock a button and undue the zipper, and even aided in removing and pulling all of it away and past his legs. As if sighing in relief, Kensjo's shaft took to the open air. If one questioned the legitimacy of his draconic bloodline, it would all be silenced after gazing upon his regal shaft. It started with a thick and massive base which raised upwards, gradually yet barely losing any girth, before ending with a broad and blunt topper of a glans. Giant ridges, almost appearing similar to large scales, lined the bottom of his shaft, with each ending in a slight downwards point. It was evident that it was built purely for the utmost of pleasure for him and a partner to capitalize on thickness. The member even acted extremely weighty and bloated, as the head rest against his belly, for its bulk was enough to be effected by the force of gravity. More than thrilled, he showed gratitude by instantly going and nuzzling against the two shafts sandwiching and smooshing his cheeks, coating himself in that rich musk.

A slightly tighter squeeze made sure to let Kensjo know that he did well. It was different from the others; this time the arms flexed just different enough to not squeeze the air out of him, but instead feel rather tender while retaining a dominating presence. Thus the red dragon was allowed a wider degree of movement with the rest of his body, to which he very keenly went straight towards mouthing along the upper portions to the glistening rod on his left. Soft puffs of smoke came forth from his mouth, giving the indication he could breathe fire. Pleasing wafts of hot gas mixed with the already prominent musk, swirling it with the natural chill in the forest's nighttime air to heighten the mood. Taking the shaft into his mouth, he gingerly wrapped the twin with his closest hand, and began tugging constantly to massage and have it always in touch with the side of his face.

"You can thank me later, Kens--", once more, Snake had been cut off by a sudden squeeze from the black naga which held him. This time, however, he was able to look up to see a pair of eyes lustily right back.

"How about you give a little thanks to me, hmm?"

The soft hiss from Nile carried with it a certain tiredness, as though one had just awoken from a long slumber, but the great levels of libido flowed like silk in the wind. While he did finally relent and allow Snake some extra breathing space, at the same time his hips thrust up to bring his singular shaft of his crotch up and just beneath Snake's nose. From there the prehensile member began to split from at the tip, alien in nature, with thin strands of slick liquid stretching from each tendril. Three of them took shape, revealing a pink and fleshy interior. Another black object showed itself on the inside, akin to a thin tentacle, which waved about dripping a copious volume of liquids as if trying to tempt Snake.

It worked wonders, to the point that it seemed to be a literal Snake-charmer. Watching it sway back and forth, while the shaft released a constant breath of thick masculine scents, caused Snake to dart right towards and shove his snout between the three tendrils. He slurped the inside object while humming in delight, finding the flavoring to his liking, in addition to having a soft and warm clamp around his face as the tendrils gently wrapped around.

In the same way that Snake mouthed inside of the shaft, so too did the outer tendrils of the shaft suckle and rub over his head. Whenever his tongue rolled about the black object, tugging his head up and down, the shaft around him tugged and pulled at his own head. He worked quickly to rile Nile into a deeper level of arousal, slurping loudly and lewdly to fill the other's mind with dirty images. It seemed to work, for the immense pressure which held Snake in place slowly and steadily relinquished itself.

"Fine, a great big thank you is what you'll get, now," Snake said after quickly pulling his head out from the interior of the smooth shaft.

Nile twisted slightly, for feeling something the size of Snake's head suddenly pull itself free after having shoved itself into the shaft so quickly caused him to reel in ecstasy. Giving no time to recover, the green snake went right back to sucking, but this time stretched his mouth to encompass the entirety of Nile upper portion of the shaft, spread tendrils and all. Even then the advance didn't cease, for he shoved the large rod deep within his throat, swallowing immediately as it entered. Peristaltic motions rubbed along the bare flesh, while his tongue wrapped around the black tentacle-like object, milking that akin to how he would with the rest of the shaft, and all of which brought out a long and low hiss of approval from the King Cobra.

The pleasure certainly didn't stop there, as Kensjo watched with eyes peering up and over to Snake's actions. He felt a sense of jealousy rising, thinking the snake was bringing the large naga more pleasure. Thus it became a contest on who pleasured the large creature better and faster. Redoubling his efforts, the red dragon tried choking down the monstrously girthy shaft. His head bobbed, taking barely an inch further inwards each time, using the lubricating pre-seed along with his saliva to help aid the process. Stretching his jaws, and puffing out another blast of hot breath, he took half the shaft deep into his throat. The spines upon it caught and dragged against his throat, which he felt caused Nile to shuffle in pleasure akin to what Snake did in the very least.

He couldn't stop here though, not by a long shot, especially as Kensjo gazed onwards to see how adeptly Snake took in the long member he played upon. Powerful and loud gulps followed as he devoured the member, bulging his throat out with the immense circumference. Mixtures of saliva, and remnants of pre, leaked from around the red lips as he forced himself onto the shaft with increasing speed. Closing his eyes, breathing slowly yet heavily while downing the flesh, he even felt it began to poke into his gut as it traversed through his entire esophagus. It came to the point that he got so far down on the member, that his snout began to poke into the slit which once housed the shafts he happened to be pleasuring.

With all his might the red dragon then wrapped both his hands, and even part of his arms, around the other free shaft and hugged it tight, bending it down to lay over his head. After which he quickly rolled his head, making sure the tip of both horns prodded and tickled at the free shaft. Pushing up and down, he made sure the one stretching his jawline stayed equally pleased. Each swallow brought with it a massage which spanned the entire member, right down to the tip, which would be constantly teased by the clenching sphincter which lead to his stomach, the tight ring catching upon the spines and other intricacies of the sensitive flesh, bringing forth the absolute greatest of bliss he physically could.

In their sudden fervor, both the dragon and snake indeed caused a staggering level of ecstasy that Nile hadn't expected; all three of his shafts throbbed with a yearn to release, having already been pent up both from a lack of action and the teasing scents which flowed around his face thanks to Montiga and Tifen from earlier. Alcohol aided in his inability of being able to hold back a release, the likes of which came fast and strong.

Groaning in a low and predatory hiss, Nile firmly planted his hands down on the heads of his two oral-giving friends to secure their place and make sure they take every last drop he was about to unleash. For Kensjo, however, he slyly used his claws to help tear and rake away the shirt from his red back and remove the hat from his head, as if in preparation.

Snake's cheeks bloated suddenly as a rush of thick and gloppy liquid invaded his oral cavity. He had just begun to pull out, ready to go down again, as the orgasm hit, ensuring that his tongue tasted the full glory of the heated gunk. It had a much greater viscosity than normal seed, and even feeling much more dense, perhaps indicating that the unique shape of the shaft meant it may be used differently when mating was to occur. He had to gulp it down regardless, as his lips stayed firmly sealed. Thick bulges, sectioned off and timed with every swallow, traveled down his throat to the point of bulging it out much like the thicker shaft Kensjo sucked.

Kensjo had to take the orgasm from two fronts. A great swathe of warmth exploded within his gut, he was barely able to prepare once he felt the sudden quivering the shaft gave in warning. The sheer amount within just a few seconds became enough to bloat out his scaly gut, yet it seemed to just spur the winged reptile on to work even faster, as though unconvinced he had yet won. Though of course the other shaft, in the open air, as well aided in releasing the fertile load aimed directly over the red body. At least, his form staying red for but a short time after, the traditional white seed spewed over his head and down his back, leaving a messy and splattered trail for all to see, as though he had been marked for keepsake.

Even after all this time, the sheer amount of alcohol Nile consumed still bogged down his mind. With a quick gasp, his hold on the anthro reptiles fully abated, as he fell to lay flat on his back, staring into the open sky. This at least allowed Kensjo and Snake to recuperate slightly from their own endeavors. Snake still seemed to have much more to take down, as he continued to swallow slowly along the shaft in his grasp, with wide bulges still traveling and down his throat. Kensjo, on the contrary, managed to pull away from the shafts he got to please. Gasping for breath, after a wet pop echoed in the air from freeing his maw, his eyes still stared intently at the rod he just gave so much bliss upon.

Unfortunately for him, however, his shaft was raging and rock hard. When lifting himself slightly, it posed perfectly straight and ready for attention, and he could even feel it pulsing with intent for release. Gazing over at the other member which had just spewed a load all across his back, he smiled greedily much in the way a dragon normally did when looking over a large mound of gold. Crawling up he took advantage of the fact that the shaft was still raised and seemingly pining for attention, he sought some pleasure of his own.

"Something tells me you still got a lot more to offer, Nile. It's time you stop holding back!"

Presenting it as a challenge, and knowing Nile to be one who certainly wouldn't ever back down from one, Kensjo hurriedly shifted before the black naga could react in his tired state. The red dragon reached back with one of his hands, spreading out his buttocks, while grabbing the shaft he hadn't pleasured using his mouth. He truly meant his words that the naga needed to stop holding back, and quite literally, for in just a couple seconds he repositioned himself to have the shaft poised straight up towards a clearly expecting rump.

Just like that, without a care, Kensjo dropped himself onto a shaft nearly half his size in length. The protective liquids that could have acted as a natural lubricant had dried in the open air, leaving the dragon to take the shaft hard and raw. Nile thrust his hips up in reaction far enough to create a tall arch with his back, gasping out in the sudden and unpredictable pleasure, aiding in penetrating the dragon good and hard. The red reptile didn't quite expect the event to unfold the way it did, as he bit his bottom lip and held himself back from letting loose an overly loud groan.

While Kensjo sat there hilted on a massive shaft, his belly distended, a little bit of jealousy now formed in Snake's mind. Where the dragon once held that emotion due to the oral treatment the green reptile received, Snake wished to have a bulge of his own. It was with that thought that his tail trailed down to find the tip of Nile's own long appendage. Green intertwined with black as Snake coiled it tenderly, and gave a few gentle tugs to help guide it along. Leaning forward, and exposing his buttocks to the air, he wrapped his tail into a loose knot, making sure the black tail couldn't move back too quickly. It became a legitimate concern due to how much Nile twitched thanks to the anal love he was giving to Kensjo. Aiming for just a second, the black tail soon plunged between Snake's buttocks.

Natural biological mechanisms within Snake's body immediately took root upon feeling the wiggling tail tip teasing at the sphincter-flesh of his anal entrance. Powerful muscle contractions took root, and without much extra thought given, began to pull more of the tail into his body. His own tail fed the other appendage in, pulling with surprising strength with no other want but to aid in consumption. The more filled his rump became, the more he also felt compelled to continually please the shaft still latched around his head with its tendrils. That, however, weakened as if persuaded otherwise. Able to pull back, his face now free, Snake shifted in position to lay on his back and away from the other two; watching them to enjoy a show and meal in one.

What a show it turned out to be, as the bulge in Kensjo's belly recessed and puffed out continually as Nile began drilling hard into the dragon. Black claws from the naga dug into the red dragon's scales,harmlessly, but with a grip to make sure he could be used accordingly. All for the better, as Kensjo appeared nearly limp from the amount of bliss he was receiving. Fluids leaked from his rump like a river, as pre-seed flowed freely due to lacking space in the tight intestinal tract of the dragon. He could feel the large naga coming close to a second orgasm, but not before he couldn't resist his own. No matter how much he tried to resist, the undulations of his lower body worked against him. Every tiny aspect of the shaft could be felt inside his body, as it tugged at his flesh and grinded mercilessly against his prostate. His balls became increasingly heavy in its quest for release, and while he pressed his palm against the tip of his glans in a feeble attempt to hold back, it simply worked against him.

The load couldn't be contained, as Kensjo's shaft throbbed and his testicles bobbed up and down. Leaning back, it shot forth particularly hot strands of thick white liquid across the black chest in front of him. His shaft shot forth hefty globs of seed, coating Nile's front with a quickly spreading coat of the liquid. Despite being on a quest to milk the naga for every drop, the one he rode instead did exactly that to him; every time the shaft pulled back, and shoved upwards once more, it enticed his body enough to expel another heavy string of his fertility. It went like this for several minutes, to the point of the dragon feeling literally drained not only of his seed, but of all energy in general as he became physically exhausted, but loving every moment.

Nile once more relented his grip, which allowed the one he held to simply slump down onto his black belly. Strands of liquid stretched from Kensjo's butt to the tip of the barbed shaft, testament to the sheer amount dispensed. What the winged fellow didn't realize, until just now, is that the black naga was being consumed. In fact, had he not actually come off of the shaft, he would have been pulled right into the greedy green rump as well. Just like that, in front of his eyes, the aim of his objective vanished.

Kensjo wasn't one to give up. He was determined to have snake seed, no matter in what form, or even from what type of serpent, "oh you're gonna get it now, Snake!"

Diving forward, Kensjo aimed for Snake's rock-hard erection. He noticed how it jiggled up and down as the rest of the body sucked Nile inwards, and that movement proved irresistible. Before Snake could say a single thing, Kensjo's hands latched around the tip of the red flesh, poking and flicking his fingers to tickle and tease Snake's meat. Moreover, it allowed him to gain quick admittance to the urethral slit, which he took advantage of and shoved the entirety of his hands inside.

At this point forward, Snake became the center of attention. As Nile seemed too pleasure-stricken and still drunken to care about being devoured by Snake's rump, Kensjo began to willingly feed himself to hardened shaft. It seemed the red dragon quite literally meant his words, as his arms squished themselves down to the elbow into the unresisting cock. Snake took it all with pride, digging his own hands into the dirt below.

The anthro snake's tongue rolled out of his mouth from the sudden pleasure of it all, while his toes flexed and wiggled with unbridled joy. His shaft expanded without limit to accommodate the eager winged reptile.

Kensjo dove headfirst into the amazingly elastic phallus with no restraint, and a loud splort echoed out as a result. Even without a willing nature, if but a few inches of his snout had entered the member it seemed likely he'd be taken within, for powerful contractions took place to tug him inwards. It spared no space regardless of how well the girth stretched, only giving the exact room necessary for the living dragon to make his way down the urethral canal.

Snake just laid back, biting his lips, while in utter bliss. Constant slurps from the wet sucking taking place both at his rump and the nethers made for a lewd orchestra, which helped a dirty mind reap even greater pleasure. None of his overall body movements came through as shaky, shown by how he smoothly moved to place a hand over the back of the red body wiggling down into his engorged member. With a soft squeeze and a sudden push, he helped the eager dragon reach the destination that is his balls that much quicker. Even though it might end the trip faster, the ends justified the means, for the sensation of his testicles swelling with the heavy weight of a living creature wrought too much joy to ignore.

Not even Kensjo's unruly wings held back his passage through the tight gateway into Snake's fertile orbs. Liquids squishing from inside could be heard with increasing intensity as he wormed deeper and away from the cold of the open night air. Even the slightest movements caused the shaft to distend and display a draconic silhouette with great detail, yet no matter how much he might move, the pliable flesh always snapped right back into proper shape.

Just like the red member, the milky-green colored balls expanded considerably as the dragon was deposited within. Forced to curl up, it allowed Snake's testes to keep their circular shape, at least to a degree. They bulged in every which direction, showing clear and defined details down to Kensjo's scale patterns, if he did so much as press too much. More and more the balls inflated, becoming even greater of a sight to instill pride, as the dragon was allowed to sate his need for seed by literally bathing in a fresh source of the thick liquid. Just a few seconds longer was all it took to seal him away, as his tail was slurped down.

All the while Nile most certainly had not been forgotten about, of whom watched as Kensjo willingly fed himself to Snake with the utmost of enjoyment. More than half of his entire body had been pulled up and through the winding muscular path; his tail all but lost in the fleshy confines, with just his upper torso still exposed. He laid back, still sporting an air of regality, petting along his own drooling shaft as if showing great amusement and joy with the whole situation. In order to edge Snake on further, as if the naga was hoping this to be a rather convenient and comfortable place to sleep, he began thrusting his tail and twisting it in every which direction to stimulate the body that tugged at him. He did so with enough force that one could visibly see the location of the twin cocks his tail possessed as prominent bulges in the rounding anthro snake belly.

Efforts to consume Nile more than tripled, as the undulations within Snake's lower bowels seemed directly tied to how much pleasure he received. The white-ish belly expanded immensely with the addition of an enormous black serpent entering inside, being forced to curl inside Snake's stomach. That didn't happen, however, before each and every inch of his intestinal tract would be pleasured, due simply to the sheer enormity of the body passing through. Once the prehensile shaft had finally made entrance, Snake's face shifted from at least somewhat composed to being nearly unable to hold back a sudden wash of ecstasy. The way Nile's cock writhed with a life of its own against the tight and sensitive flesh was unparalleled. He stretched to reach for his shaft with his hands, but by this point, the rotund gut had expanded enough to ensure he couldn't actually do such. Instead the naga's bulk pushed the belly downwards, with the shaft itself supporting it with a surprising show of strength, even if it was enveloped slightly by the belly.

A slight stirring from behind caused Snake to look back and up, despite everything taking place at his hindquarters. His vision was blocked almost entirely by that of a giant shaft hanging over his eyes. Around that were two perked breasts, clearly well stimulated, which had been enough to eclipse the face of a very intrigued albino Burmese naga. Thick globules of pre-seed leaked slowly from the tip of the enormous shaft down onto Snake's immense belly. He stared with a mixture of surprise and longing, while Nile simply smiled coyly as if knowing what was about to take place, as if he might do exactly the same thing.

"You boys sure have kept yourself busy out here, haven't you? Montiga and me were thinking...," she paused for a few moments, gently stroking along the side of her shaft while giving a long and drawn out lusty sigh, "that perhaps it's time to round you three up for a good long sleep."

Tifen, however, didn't make a move for quite some time. She couldn't help but watch, as if teasing herself, as Snake devoured what was left of Nile. His chest had been hugged tenderly by Snake's sphincter flesh when the female naga arrived, but by the time she had settled down to be entertained, he was already up to his neck in in the squishy confines. He let out a long sigh as his head leaned back and his eyes closed, as if finally ready to truly sleep for the night. Shifting his shoulders and wiggling just those last few inches, his hood folded inward while his head disappeared into anonymity as a gigantic bulge within the snake.

All that remained now was Tifen and Snake. Both of them had the great experience of sexual activity, and even what may possibly be considered a small meal even in the eyes of the green fellow. Both of them were very similar in that case, and despite the naga being predominantly female, she sported a rock-hard erection all the same as the fully male individual. They stared at each other with pleasure plastered across their faces, albeit Snake perhaps a bit literally as the dried remnants of sexual liquids kept his muzzle shined under the moonlit sky. The only true difference between them was that, while Tifen maintained full locomotion, Snake could barely do more than wiggle his legs and arms, as the weight of both his stomach and balls rooted him to the ground.

"Hey, uh, Tifen? Hate to ask for it, but, you don't think you could lend a hand or tail, do you? Rounding those two up took a bit out of me," he'd chortle, groaning immediately after while grasping around his swollen gut with intense pleasure.

"Of course not sweetie. It's the least I could do for you three rowdy boys," Tifen spoke her words quietly while slowly beginning to slither around the one she spoke with.

The large naga slowly enveloped Snake within her coils, in what became a somewhat tender moment, as he lay his tail over her own. It's not as if he could complain either, given the view he was given; the female moved in such a way that her breasts swayed with her upper body movement, and the shaft bounced up and down as the hips shifted quickly. It was obvious even to him that he wouldn't get through the night without ending up in a fleshy cave, given what he had done to the other two. Being completely immobile as well simply made him all too tantalizing.

Tifen stopped moving and faced Snake once she was over his feet, facing him directly from her front. Bending down, a hefty series of sloshes and glorps could be heard coming from below the gigantic shaft she sported, giving clear and present proof as to what may have happened to Montiga. She eventually leaned far enough to press down against the massively bulging gut that Snake possessed, grinding it slowly up and down. From within she could feel the most miniscule of movements, Nile still well and alive, yet likely near sleep due to a combination of lacking air and humid warmth. Reaching down with a hand, she tenderly squeezed and stroked in circular motions across his swollen sac. It had a perfect level of squish to it, yet a certain firmness, allowing her to feel that the one within was being converted and broken down at a rapid pace.

Nodding, and speaking with a broad smile, "seems the other two have been tucked away. Time to give you my thanks."

Both of the naga's hands reached up to grasp around Snake's shoulders. No time was wasted in lifting him upwards in a tight squeeze. She squished him against her erect member, bending it upwards in the process, ensuring that all parties still holding onto consciousness could revel one last time at her gigantic pride. Despite that, it came across as a tender and loving hug, showing that above all else, she truly did enjoy her friends' company down to every last second. Perhaps the alcohol lingering in her system helped to portray such as well.

After several seconds of squeezing Snake against her shaft, smothering him in her unique mixture of feminine and masculine musk, she lay down on her side while bringing Snake right along. While her large coils functioned sufficiently enough as a bed, she thought her friend deserved quite a bit more than something so simple. He needed something much more exotic, and something only the luckiest got to experience.

Yawning long and wide, Tifen gave the green reptile a lengthy exposure into her mouth. Predatory instincts surging, she lunged forward and wrapped her scaly lips around the entirety of his head. She shoved him down to his chest, drooling slightly around his green scales, as her arms wrapped around the rest of his torso for a better grip. Even though he was of rather manageable size in general, the massive weight he gained and the size of such ensured him to be a sufficient meal.

The female's jaws were required to distend heavily just to get the meal past her lips, mostly because of his sagging belly, yet it gave her a sense of accomplishment that any other food object in modern society simply couldn't offer. Snake, in this instant, was even more of a special case than normal. It was rare that Tifen managed to get live prey and have it be seen as acceptable in the rest of the worlds' eyes, and she loved every second she could get. But never had she been able to devour someone alive who also had recently eaten their own meal. She always loved the sensation of something wiggling down the throat, as she did now, but in this instance she could feel not only Snake but Nile within him. Two squirming meals, one inside of the other, now being consumed for her own sake.

All of the emotions and sensations traveling through Tifen's body drove her absolutely wild. She couldn't hold back throwing her straight up into the air, using the strength from the jaws and esophageal flesh to pull down the deceptively large meal. Her mouth squished around the roundness of Snake's sagging belly, the likes of which soon bulged out her own neck. Gulping furiously and greedily, her eyes closed to focus in on the sensations taking place. More than half of the small anthro had been taken in, yet it already felt like a meal larger than she'd ever experienced.

Snake's tail only aided in the pleasurable sensations as it writhed around for a short time. It eventually shoved itself down into her cleavage, wrapping around her breasts to give long and slow strokes and squeezes that spanned from the base of her chest down to the tip of the nipples. Given that the tail happened to be so long, it as well managed to find purchase around her massive member. Already throbbing and yearning for release of a fresh load, thick globs of pre were eased forth as the green appendage squeezed along the underside of the sensitive flesh.

There was uncertainty as to whether or not Snake coiled his tail so much around Tifen's features in order to slow his descent, but if that happened to be the case, it did the exact opposite. She gulped and swallowed him down faster than any meal she could remember in her life, to where it took but a couple minutes to finally engulf the entirety of his body minus the tail. Even then the impressively long appendage didn't take long for her, as she nibbled on it teasingly before every inch passed down her gullet. She once more moved to lay down, using the coils of her tail as a makeshift cushion just like before, to continue swallowing in comfort.

It came to the point that Tifen's belly had to expand ridiculously in order to contain the already gigantic snake gut. She seemed to possess some form of a second stomach or crop within her upper torso which allowed Snake to stay there for a brief time, but there was something more keeping him there. Her inner workings continued trying to force him down, and even though her body easily stretched to contain his, it couldn't force the snake down any further. The main purpose not being a shortcoming of her gastrointestinal strength, but actually her own shaft being the cause of backup.

The monstrously enormous shaft perked up, hard and unrelenting, as it blocked the snake from going down any further. Her shaft pressed and created a very distinct depression in her expanded belly to the point that the exposed flesh had become slightly obscured. The contents within the stomach rolled to and fro around the rounded external object blocking and holding it back, the likes of which forced her to react. She couldn't hold back any longer.

All of the massaging sensations aided in one final payload to be released, as she brought both her hands down to squeeze harshly just beneath the head of her shaft. Pumping, furiously, she arched back over her tail and moaned into the crisp night air. Not only did she have to work to send her newly acquired meal deeper into her body, but she as well had to massage her nethers with a force greater than ever. Her large tail knotted slightly while the rest of her writhed in place from the sheer pleasure wracking her mind; exhaustion and the lingering alcohol helping both to intensify and prolong the path to climax.

Tifen's stomach began gurgling loudly, as if anxious about the meal it was about to receive. Even that sparked a series of shivers to trail up her spine, as those vibrations transferred directly from her stomach to the shaft itself. It was now that she could actually feel her load, slowly and almost begrudgingly, traveling up her shaft. Montiga had evidently been digested down into the thickest and most virile seed she could ever have imagined. It rose forth, like liquid about to burst from piping due to the immense pressure, as the underside of her shaft bloated similarly to when she had actually devoured the purple naga. One last sharp breath in, and she finally reached a climax.

The naga's vision went white as she closed her eyes, despite it being in the middle of the dark night, from the beyond-heavenly sensations of the release. All but a second later an immense spray of seed rocketed forth, smothered by the belly that rested around the shaft, cumming over herself. Every pulse of her shaft felt more like an earthquake shaking her down to the very core, as she lay back and emptied the equivalent of several loads all in one drawn out orgasm. Seed flowed in a slow and oozing pile, rolling off her scales and around the immediate area, dousing an already smoldering fire. When she thought it might finally end, a series of spastic squirming from within her stomach was felt, fueling the orgasm to continue forth.

Drained not only of every single drop of liquid from within her male plumbing, after several minutes of ongoing spurts Tifen felt entirely sapped of all her strength. Going limp, panting with mouth stretched wide open as if begging voraciously for another meal, she rest there. Her stomach hung over the sides of her body with its massive payload to be churned down for later use, mixing with the surprisingly copious remnants of liquid and alcohol still shifting about in the stomach. Even though the sun had finally begun to raise, her eyelids simply couldn't do the same, and she promptly and drunkenly passed out. Simultaneously filled and emptied, it was a night she wouldn't ever forget.