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Divine Springs of the Valley

The morning sun stabbed in through the bay window of Ceylon's den, illuminating the room and waking him from the pleasant dreams of his slumber. It was a cool, autumn morning, but the den was warm and well insulated to protect them from the thin mountain air. Ceylon's fur and feathers kept him warm year 'round, but this insulation was key for Leera - the cold-blooded naga that was in her own personal den underneath Ceylon's.

The gryphon rolled onto his back and gaped his beak open in a silent yawn, squirming in his nest as the warm morning sun tickled his belly fur through his massive den window. It was already a wonderful day, and he had plans for the evening so it was going to get better.

His room was designed to look like the inside of a massive tree, mostly round with stained wooden walls, aside from the door to the rec-room on the opposite wall of the tall windows that were letting the light in. Underneath the window was his personal shelf, covered in trinkets and collectibles from his many lives and experiences, each with an accompanying piece of memorabilia of Leera's. On the opposite wall, an armoire filled with travel amenities and regional clothing for his many trips to nations worldwide. The armoire was in the middle of the wall opposite the window, the door to the rec room on one side, and a slope to Leera's den on the other. His bed was a round bean bag-like cushion with a lip around the outer rim - a nest made of soft silky fabric.

The naga's den was the polar opposite of Ceylon's. While the gryphon's sleeping quarters were tall, open, and had plenty of room for him to spread his wings and even fly if he felt the desire, Leera's sleeping quarters were tight, confined, flat, and devoid of features aside from the soft bark chunks she used as bedding. It was just barely big enough to hold her coiled body, with the bulges of her form pressing out on three sides, leaving only a bit of room from the opening to Ceylon's den with enough room for her mate to visit but not sleep with her. If Leera felt in the mood to cuddle, she had to sleep in Ceylon's den, making her mate cover the window with a blanket to keep it dark. She would coil up tight, replacing Ceylon's nest.

Ready to start his day, Ceylon decided to wake his mate up, rolling off the nest in the middle of the den to pad his way over the gnarled wood floors to reach the inclined pathway that led to Leera's den. There were no lights under there - just the way Leera liked it - so Ceylon's eyes weren't well trained to see, but once he was at the bottom of the incline, paws resting in the soft bark bedding, it wasn't hard to see Leera's powerful, scaled body. Still, it looked different; darker. Ceylon didn't let this bother him, and simply reached out with a talon to tap Leera on the scales. "Time to wake up, dear." He cooed at his mate.

There was a massive shifting of the naga's powerful coils as her head emerged over the bulge of her body nearest Ceylon. "I'm not so sure about that." She grumbled. Her voice was calm but also tired and a little reluctant.

"Well, it is morning. Can't sleep in forever." Ceylon urged.

"Of course I can. I have no plans. Sleep is nice. Ressst is nice. Join me?" She flicked her tongue at him, entire body shifting ever so slightly so that she could further slip her head over her body and nuzzle Ceylon on the beak.

The gryphon raised a talon to lightly tap at Leera's snout. "You may not have plans, but I do. So much to do today, and I need you with me, or else I would have wasted my time preparing it."

"Hm? Preparing what?" She cocked her head to the side and flicked her tongue out again, this time leaving the long, slick appendage out at maximum length before sucking it back up into her mouth. "What kind of plans?"

"Well, you won't know if you stay here, all grumpy and coiled up." With that, Ceylon turned tail and darted back up the incline to his own den, happily leaving Leera to follow.

The naga playfully struck at Ceylon's tail to bite it as he darted away but missed because she didn't have the leverage, so she grumbled to herself before slowly forcing herself up the incline after her mate, body twisting and shifting as it uncoiled, forcing her head out of her den.

"Glad to see you came to your senses." Celyon mused as he used his beak to adjust some of his trinkets and collectibles. He turned around to see her mate emerging from the den below in a slow, consistent pace, chin sliding against the gnarled wood floors of Ceylon's den. Much to his surprise, Leera's colors were quite different from what they usually were. Rather than the vibrant jungle green with blue lined red spots, she was now more of a brownish yellow with tan patterns and a peach underside. Suddenly, it made sense that she was darker in her den. "Though I'm kind of shocked to see the change in color. What's the occasion?"

Leera kept her head low to the ground as her body rippled and undulated in time with her motions, arms folded over her back as she slithered around the den. "No special occasion, just thought it was time to go back to my natural colors." She was born of browns and yellows - much like her entire tribe - but once Ceylon had taught her the art of transformation, she changed to a more vibrant color blend in order to be more well-recognized. She also altered her patterns to include the Crest of the Divine that each of the residents of the valley had imprinted on their body somewhere. Even Ceylon had a stark black and white tribal-styled rendition of it on his rump, normally covered by wing.

"Well keep it. I like it. Been a long time since I saw you in your natural form. As they say, natural beauty is naturally beautiful." Ceylon lowered his head down next to Leera's and nuzzled at the snake's cheek, cradling chin in talon as he purred.

Leera couldn't help but smile and flick her tongue out, rising up to Ceylon's height and wrapping her powerful neck around her mate's in the closest thing a snake could do to a hug without coiling. After a few moments, Leera reluctantly parted from Ceylon as the gryphon turned and made his way down the incline opposite the one to Leera's den. He opened the door to the rec room and hopped his way out into what could most easily be described as a common area or living room. Not really needed, since they rarely hosted guests this high up on the mountain, but nice to have when Ilorek or Keran decided to visit. Only the other ten Divines were regularly welcome in the protected valley, and few of them cared enough to climb high enough to visit, since Leera and Ceylon were highest in the mountain and closest tot he peak.

Still, it was a wonderful place of solitude for both of them. Leera preferred utter seclusion, even from the other Divines, though they were the only ones other than Ceylon who's company she truly enjoyed. It's why her den was a tight, claustrophobic disc of a room that barely held her form; open areas made her anxious. It was natural for a serpent to prefer coziness, as she had a form of instinct-driven agoraphobia that never evolved out of her race.

Their home was in the side of a mountain, built right into the rock, with the north-bound wall of the common room high and made of windows with thick wooden frames holding the glass panes in place, aside from the single spire of ebony stone that served as a chimney right in the middle of the wall. It was so they could look down over the valley below them, and standing out on the balcony that wrapped around their home made them both feel like the Gods they were revered as. The position on the mountain, with Ceylon's den window aiming eastward over the cliffs and the sparkling vista that was the Great Lake of Saff'Rald and the northern wall looking out over the valley was a perfect combo for them, because it allowed them to see so, so much of the world around them.

Their entire home was constructed of thick, stained wood framing, dark chestnut shingles, and clear glass that they had to clean regularly. A natural looking Cabin on the hill, with a long, ten-thousand-step stairwell snaking its way around the rocks and features of the mountainside, leading down to the valley below.

"Beautiful morning." Ceylon cooed at Leera as he stepped out onto the balcony, hopping up to rest on the railing and look down over the valley. There was a flock of birrds flying over the lake that was shimmering in the reflection of the morning sun. No clouds in the sky, and the only sound was the howling of the wind blowing over the side of the mountain that rarely ever died down, due to how far up the summit they were. He smiled and closed his eyes, reveling in what little warmth the cool morning sun offered, the feathers on his face whipping gently in the breeze.

Leera slid her body forward, resting her head on the bannister next to him, coiling up tight around herself. She was shivering a bit, since she was cold blooded and the wind was draining her of what heat her den had given her. Though she was cold blooded, the ademane in her system kept her warm for longer once heat had been absorbed; when coiled around Ceylon or basked in the sun, her body would absorb the heat and deposit in the fluid that helped her manipulate magic, and it would keep her body warm or even hot for hours or even days afterwards. It was a system she developed herself, but it wasn't helping this morning. "So what have you got planned today?"

"Nothing planned in particular. I do have a surprise for you, but I can't ruin the surprise, not yet." Ceylon extended a wing to cover a portion of her body, but she was so much bigger than he was and he could only cover a small part of her.

She didn't mind. Leera knew his heart was in the right place.

"So have you eaten lately? Been a while since you had a bulge of any kind, you've got to be hungry." Ceylon offered. Usually this would lead to a hunt, or he'd catch a deer or other prey item for her to eat. "It's been more than a month."

Leera flicked her tongue out and smiled. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm really not hungry for some reason. I'll be fine, you know that." She nuzzled up to Ceylon's cheek and gave him a kiss before turning and returning to the rec room, where she used some magic to ignite a fire in the massive stone fireplace.

Due to the construction design of their home and the location they chose to build it, the wind that roared through the valley rarely impacted them inside their dwelling, so the fireplace was very good at keeping the rec room nice and warm for Leera without the winds stealing the warmth from her. Often, she'd coil herself up tight in the middle of the room in the divot they carved in the floor that was perfectly sized to fit her, head facing towards the fireplace as she absorbed every last bit of heat. The other chairs and homely comforts all were arranged around her, so all of the guests could converse with one another, using Leera's powerful body as a foot rest or, in some cases, a round table.

When it was just Ceylon and Leera, the gryphon would lay down on top of her, and she'd shift her coils so that she acted as a nest to him, absorbing his heat and tensing her muscles in a rhythm that massaged his body. Mutually beneficial, and the purring she coaxed from him further warmed her body.

But Ceylon didn't really want to cuddle. He had something for his mate, and it wasn't in their home, it was in the Cellitoke woods near Ilorek and Valencia's home. He stepped next to her and looked down at her with a stern visage. "Leera, I know you want all the warmth in the world, but it's time to go to the valley, I have something for you, and I promise that it's better than fire.

She was still coiled up in front of the fire, eyes closed and a smile on her mouth as she flicked her tongue. She wasn't defiant, but she wasn't budging either.

"Ssevarine, it's time to go." Ceylon said with a demanding growl.

The naga immediately swung her head up and hissed at Ceylon, intense amber eyes dancing with the reflections of the fireplace. She hated being referred to by her last name. However, after a moment of staring at Ceylon, her expression softened and she took in a deep breath, tongue flicking out in a long and drawn out lap at the air. She was regretting her defiance. "I'm sssorry." She apologized, her hissing sounds slipping out with her emotion. She was usually quite good at speaking normally, but when she was angry or overly excited, she tended to forget the subtleties of basic speech.

Ceylon smiled and used the underside of his beak to pat her on the snout with a reassuring coo. "It's okay, you don't need to apologize. I know you hate it when I keep secrets from you, but I promise you'll like this one. It just won't have the same effect if I tell you about it before we get there. And no mind reading, that will ruin the surprise, too."

Leera feigned a soft, slow strike at him in the spirit of playfulness before curling back up, facing towards the fire. "Ssso what is the plan, sir?"

The gryphon twitched a bit in apprehension. As Leera hated being referred to as Ssevarine, he felt a hint of resentment when Leera called him sir. It made him feel awkward and a little uncomfortable, since he knew that his mate submitted to absolutely nobody but him. In public, she was dominant, aggressive, and bordering on sociopathic (a trait she tries so valiantly to suppress), but with Ceylon, she's like a puppy. She's affectionate, she submits to him and does as she's told, and with the exception of a few instinct-driven hunger-related attacks, never did a thing to hurt him and felt resentment with each and every act of defiance.

She acted like she was his pet. She didn't do it to patronize him or make him feel bad, but she genuinely admired him as her master. She submitted to his will, since he was the only one who proved her worth when nobody else would. He was the only one to help her and save her when others wanted her dead. He saved her life, and in her mind, she owed that life to him and nobody else.

Ceylon didn't like Leera acting as a subordinate, but sometimes he used this to his advantage, commanding her when she wasn't cooperating, or doing what he could to keep her more aggressive tendencies in line. It made him feel bad, but it also made him feel special, knowing he was the only one in all of Dalon who could command Leera, and right now he needed her to cooperate. "Snekkie, I need you to shrink down so we can fly to the valley, or follow me down the steps. Up to you, but I need you to join me in the valley. Come, come." With that, he turned tail and trotted out the door and waited on the balcony for her to follow.

She felt defiant, but still obeyed, slowly sliding her form across the floor after him, using the tiny grains in the wood as leverage as her muscles undulated in waves, her coils rotating in spot as she extended her form out after Ceylon. She raised a single hand up to the fire to magically douse it before darting out to the balcony next to her mate and master.

"So what do you prefer? Flight and transformation, or the steps?" Neither were a particularly fun adventure. Transformation to a smaller version of herself took time and a lot of energy, plus she'd remain as heavy as she is since she'd be shedding size, not weight, and that would put exceptional strain in Ceylon's wings. On the other paw, traversing the steps by foot and belly scales would take hours to get to the valley and waste a pretty significant portion of the day. A portion that could be dedicated to the warmth and comfort Ceylon offered her.

She didn't respond, but was already shrinking, the scales on her body tensing up and her arms melting into the powerful muscles of her back. She flicked her tongue as her body grew thin and short, one meter at a time. It took about ten minutes, but eventually she was the size she needed to be in order to fit, curled up on Ceylon's back and wrapped around the base of his wings. She was about three meters long, and about 20cm thick at her thickest point. A more appropriate pet size.

The gryphon nodded and smiled, crouching down to lay on his belly so Leera could slither her way up onto his back, coiling her form around his wings in a figure eight with her head on his, resting between his ears and her tail coiled around the base of his for grip. He grunted as he stood up, the massive weight of the relatively small snake pressing down on him. Between his natural physical strength and the aid of magic, he wasn't that put out by her mass, and he happily strode over to the landing pad on the corner of the deck. The only area of the deck to not have a railing.

He spread his wings wide, catching a bit of the ongoing breeze that swept over the mountainside before hopping off the ledge. The slope of the mountain stretched out wide beneath him as he skimmed over it, trees and rocks and all manner of vegetation streaking below him in a blur. The weight of Leera was keeping him low, barely above the tips of the tallest trees, but he didn't flap. Instead, he kept his wings wide and gently glided down over the forest until he reached the large strip of meadow in the middle of the blue-tinged Cellitoke wood that served as his landing strip.

He carved this strip in the forest many years before, at the same time he built his home in the mountainside. It was a perfect landing strip, aimed directly at the launch pad on his deck.

The trip from home to the Cellitoke Wood only took a few minutes, but the condensed weight of his mate had his wings tired - as it always did. As soon as they landed, Leera slid off Ceylon's back and into the grass, uncoiling her body from his wings and tail so she could almost immediately begin her regrowth to natural size.

Ceylon flopped onto his side, curling up his wing so he could roll onto his back, stretching out every muscle in his body as nuzzled at the soft grass and flowers of the meadow strip. He always loved to relax a bit after carrying Leera, and she usually joined him, rolling around in the grass next to him.

Today, she was just a little grumpy, so she focused entirely on regrowth as she coiled up into a disc, only her head and arms poking up out of it to wait for Ceylon to finish his flopping around. She crossed her arms over her chest and flicked her tongue at him, a gentle hiss escaping her lips. "Ssso what was it you wanted to sssshow me?"

He stopped rolling about and looked up at her from his back. He smiled and gaped his beak open before rolling to his feet and shaking off the stray grass and dirt. "Follow me! It's not far from here!" He turned and hopped away, bounding through the tall grass to get to the edge of the meadow, where there seemed to be a pathway cleared away with a familiar looking road of ebony stones.

She followed him, her body still bulging and expanding to return to her normal form. She was still a little hesitant to trust him, but his eternal bubbliness kept her eager and curious. She flexed her belly muscles in waves as she slid down the pathway behind him, her concentration pulled from Ceylon's rump to the peculiarly angled trees that seemed to form an arch way over the path. Must have been Ceylon doing that, too. Still odd, but it was kind of romantic. They were already mated, so she heavily doubted that there was any sort of proposal planned. Still, the whole scenario reeked of ceremony.

"Ceylon, what have you got planned, here?" She asked, voice trembling a bit as she flicked her tongue, hoping to taste the pheromones her mate was giving off. Usually, that helped her to understand Ceylon's intentions and thoughts without using her telepathy to prod into his mind. Ceylon did not like it when anyone invaded his thoughts.

"Shush, dear. You will see soon enough, I assure you." Ceylon continued trotting his way up the pathway with Leera in tow, tail swaying back and forth with every step. They were going up a hill, heading towards the area of the wood that met with the rocky steppe at the base of the mountain.

The steppe wasn't particularly interesting, but Leera kept in tow, her long, powerful body rippling to move her forward, the broad scales of her belly catching on the lips of each ebony colored stone. As she flicked her tongue, she caught the scent of a strong perfume. Well, it might have been subtle to most, but to a snake that smelled and tasted the world in unison, it struck her pretty hard. "What's that smell?" She asked, a little nervous.

"You'll see." Ceylon assured her, still bounding forward fast enough that Leera had to struggle to keep up; no many things to push off to keep pace. "We're almost there." A few more powerful strides, and he crested a hill to a clearing with a dozen separate pools of water, each with an ebony-colored slate rock lip and steam billowing up from them. They looked like they were arranged much like a honeycomb, except some were larger than others. The entire clearing was surrounded by thick vegetation and flowers of all sorts. That must have been where the perfume was coming from.

Leera quickly sidled up next to him as soon as he stopped moving, staring at the patchwork of pools that lie before her. She was confused. "I don't get it. Is this the surprise? What is this?"

Ceylon nodded with excitement before hopping out onto one of the slate-rocks between two pools. "Yeah, this is the surprise, and it's a hot spring! I made it myself! For you!"

She blinked and flicked her tail, unsure of what to say. She wasn't the water type, really. She didn't enjoy being submerged, and while she loved mud and dirt, she didn't like swimming. It really wasn't her thing, and she wasn't so sure Ceylon was doing this for her.

Before she could voice her forced appreciation, Ceylon chirped up, sitting down and letting his tail sway back and forth in the nearest pool. "Oh, don't worry. I know you're not into swimming, it's not about the water, it's about the heat, the relaxation, and the environment. These flowers, I transplanted them from around the world, each one evoking a different sense and scent. This one here is a velbury flower, it smells like a fruit and feels like silk. Evokes two senses. The combination is supposed to be particularly pleasant to scaled persons, such as yourself."

It was like he was reading her mind, explaining exactly what she wanted and needed to hear, but she felt nothing in her thoughts, so he wasn't using his telepathy on her. No, he didn't need to use any mind tricks to know what she was thinking. When two lovers were together as long as Ceylon and Leera were, it wasn't hard to read each other without the help of fancy magic or telepathy.

"No, this is a hot spring. Like I said, I made it myself over the past few months. I've been using magic to re-form the trees, shape the rocks, place everything where it needs to be, and give it the spa-look. I then carved out passageways - veins - under the rock, wrapping around and underneath each pool, and drained my own Ademane from my neck and wrists to fill these capillaries. Once I ignited the ademane, it heated up the pools, and will continue to keep them heated for months, and potentially years as long as I refill the channels of ademane on a regular basis." He stopped and smiled, eyes wide to wait for Leera's response.

She blinked and cocked her head to the side, still somewhat confused. She looked down and imagined the channels of ademane ignited to glow orange under the pools, and she could feel the steam billowing up around her, moistening her scales. She flicked her tongue again before smiling, gaping her maw open and lunging at Ceylon, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug as her body zig-zagged up in a tight bunch behind her. Edges of each coil dipped into the hot water of the pools on either side, but as soon as she felt the warmth, she flexed her muscles to pull her body up out of the water, not wanting to disturb the serene pools. "Oh Cey! Thanks so much for this!" She continued to squeeze even tighter, nuzzling up under Ceylon's neck feathers.

He knew she was exaggerating her enthusiasm a bit, so he pushed her off and smiled, raising a single talon, as if to say she needed to wait a minute. "Now, I know you're still not into the water, but trust me on this, come with me." He hopped over and around a few of the smaller pools in the middle to eventually reach the largest of all of the hot springs on the opposite end of the clearing. He laid on his side next to it and dipped his tail into it, disturbing the perfectly pristine and flat water surface.

She slithered up behind him, careful to keep her body from dipping into any of the pools. The warmth was heaven, and the humidity that was smothering her was wonderful. As she slid over the soft ebony slate-rocks that made the rims of each of the pools, she was gaining an appreciation for this gesture. She was a cold blooded creature, these hot springs could warm her and likely trigger the ademane system in her body to keep her warmer, longer. It was brilliant.

"Now, Go on in, leave your body at the bottom of the pool, feel the warmth, let it fill you with energy. Go on." He laid a talon on her shoulder and gently urged her to slip into the pool that he was next to. She resisted a bit in jest, but quickly obeyed when Ceylon flashed his commanding look.

She leaned forward and rested her neck and torso on the top of the water, her muscles keeping her from sinking or falling in any deeper. The water was indeed hot - perhaps a little too hot - so she went in slowly, feeling the tickle of the water's surface swallowing her up. More and more of her slipped in, and as her body disappeared beneath the water's sandy-blue surface, she got more bold and quickly pulled the rest of her form in after her, tail the last thing to clumsily fall in.

With a gentle splash, every bit of her coils disappeared into the water, leaving only her torso leaning against the slate rock and her neck resting against Ceylon's wing as she nuzzled at his neck. She couldn't quite place what was special about this feeling, but with the hot water covering her, she felt like her muscles were loosening, she was regaining energy, and she felt a pleasant but unfamiliar tingle throughout her body. The figured it was likely her ademane system being triggered due to the ignited veins of it that Ceylon had activated to keept he water warm.

She leaned back and stuck her tongue out, taking a deep, long breath as she felt her muscles relax. Her form went from a tight coil to a more laid back, loose coil. Her body was floating and bobbing in the hot water, segments of her body pushing up out through the water's surface.

Neither of them said much over the next hour. Ceylon laid his head down on his talons as he rested next to the pool, his tail tip dipping into the water next to Leera, who was almost entirely submerged aside from her shoulders, arms, and her head (which was still resting on Ceylon's wing, using him as a pillow). She kept a slow, deliberate flicking of her tongue in and out, sampling the perfumes of the flowers that Ceylon had cultivated for her, and she had a wide grin across her maw the entire time.

Ceylon was incredibly happy to see that his gamble had paid off. Despite Leera's usual aversion to water and swimming, he knew the warmth and coziness of the hot spring spa would be perfect for her. Beyond this, he had no plans, he just wanted to spend the rest of the day relaxing with his mate, enjoying the warmth of the hot springs as she slept, absorbing the heat. With any luck that heat would give her the energy needed to go do other things, since in her current form she mostly just kept to herself, rarely ever wanting to leave the valley or their mountain home.

Sometimes it was nice to get out, to do different things, and to play with each other. Sadly, Leera's cold blooded body ensured she lacked the energy for most activities unless she specifically wanted to do it and produced the energy herself or prepared. She didn't leave the valley without days of basking or gorging herself on a few meals. She didn't care much for sex unless she was in season, and she hated scaling the mountain, so once she was in Klyneth or travelling the world, they wouldn't meet up for months.

Still, their mutual admiration and understanding mixed with Ceylon's uniquely held dominance over her did trigger more pleasant activities together from time to time, and Ceylon liked to take advantage of that. Thing is, he didn't expect the hot springs to have one certain effect on Leera.

The two of them didn't have a very active sex life, at least not with each other. Ceylon was a bit of a horn dog, but also was born without gender, so though he presented himself as male most of the time, his genitals were there under his tail, hidden inside what most appeared to be a set of meaty vulva. That said, his transformation ability allowed him to shift to present as male or female at will, depending on mood, and despite presenting as male the majority of the time, he retained a female form under the tail.

Leera, on the other hand, was female all the time, and as a serpentine saurossin - a naga - she was cold blooded and didn't derive much pleasure from sex of any kind unless she was in heat. She was so much larger than all but the largest of the quadruped winged saurossins, and her form stretched and distended with ease, so unless her nethers were engorged with heat, she barely felt anything. As such, neither of them really did sex all that often unless she demanded it. It's why they were both so prone to go their own ways to satisfy their needs.

The hot spring spa seemed to activate something in Leera. She wasn't in season, but the activation of the ignited ademane below the surface was targetting her ademane, which in turn was altering her body chemistry just enough to trigger a craving. The feeling started out gentle and muted at first, but as the hours silently passed, the desire continued to grow and grow until she couldn't haold back any longer. Her breath was growing ragged and her bottom jaw trembled a bit as her entire body shifted under the water. She felt her flesh tighten at the base of her tail, and a tingling sensation shoot up her spine, urging her to pounce him.

"Hmmmm, I'm loving the mood you set, dear." Leera cooed at him, nuzzing up under Ceylon's beak with one hand hand as she played with the end of his tail with the other. Her attention made him slip a bit, dropping one of his hind paws into the water next to her as he started to purr.

"I'm glad you like it, dear." Ceylon cooed at her, his tail curling up, the tip slipping out of the water. He could feel that same needy tingle up his spine from his tail tip to his neck, and that's when he felt his own trigger in the form of his tail maw waking up.

In addition to having a fluid gender - thanks to his transformation abilities - he also had an odd adaptation in his tail. His anatomy granted him a womb, but only when he chose to be female did he have anything connected to it. When male, it was just a pocket of an organ without ovaries or any sort of canal leading to his exterior. He remedied that with years of research and experimentation, and ended up altering his tail to be a weird combination of birth canal and maw. The tip was three jaws - each like the upper jaw of a snake - with rows of teeth to grab and hold things, but also to force things into him for later consumption. This was later also adapted for more sexual purposes, as the tail later gained the sort of sensitivity a vagina would.

The things gryphons do when they invent transformation magic. The gender swapping and the tail adaptation were the first things to change on Ceylon's body after he forced himself to learn to walk on two legs.

Leera continued to massage at the end of his tail, rubbing it and squeezing it gently until it seemed to awaken, slithering about in the water and acting like a snake itself. She cupped its underside until it opened all three jaws like a flower, exposing the fleshy canal that trailed its way down Ceylon's tail and into his womb. The sensations triggered a shudder in her mate, who tensed up the muscles on his neck and closed his eyes, lower beak quivering. To him, this felt like he was being fingered, massaged, and even fisted in his lady parts.

Her tail coiled up as her form shifted, poking out of the water and wrapping around Ceylon's front, the wide, moist slit under the base of the tail leaking her fluids all over his forearms.

Ceylon could feel the warmth and the moisture of the wet snake's back side, and he opened his eyes in surprise, not yet realizing what the ademane channels had done to her chemistry. He looked down and saw that she was presenting herself to him, even though most of her body was still in the hot spring, and she was still leaning on him, nuzzling at his neck and flicking her tongue at him, using one hand to cradle his chin and the other to massage within his tail's maw, careful not to let the sharp teeth catch her fingers.

But Ceylon's tail almost seemed to have a mind of its own. While it had pleasure receptors similar to a pussy, it was still lined with teeth and had a certain hunger. Each of the three jaw-petals closed around Leera's forearm, swallowing it up and latching the teeth into her scales. Not enough to stab or rip or draw blood, but enough to keep a grip as each jaw moved in sequence, wiggling forth to slowly crawl up her arm, swallowing her like a snake would prey.

She was entirely familiar with such jaw motions, though she was usually the one doing the swallowing. The sensation of flesh massaging and squeezing her entire arm up to the shoulder made her shiver in delight, so she waved her fingers around inside, playing with the fluids and massaging the soft flesh of the canal half way up Ceylon's tail. She could see her form bulging out with each movement of her wrist and digits.

Ceylon was still a little distracted by the sensation of having his tail played with from the inside, but the scent of the flowers blended with the heady pheromones of his mate reminded him that Leera's vent was exposed to him, resting on his lap. He didn't have the proper genitals to mount her, not immediately, so he instead lowered his head and gave a gentle lick, surprised at her sweetness. She was only this sweet and tasty when at the height of her season.

Of course, this made Ceylon even more excited, knowing that he had a reliable trigger to activate her sexuality, and that gave him a hunger he had to satisfy by burying his beak in his mate's silken vent. He had to be careful to get the right passage once he parted her belly scales and slipped his beak into her, as he wanted her birth canal, not the hind end of her digestive tract. Though with her having not eaten for months would ensure both would be equally clean.

She writhed in pleasure as the tail continued to slowly swallow at her arm, wiggling and squeezing at her flesh and clamping teeth down around her scales, holding it in place as it sucked and tried to swallow more of her. She giggled as the teeth stuck like velcro on her chest and back, constantly rotating and bending her arm, elbow, and wrist to keep the tail in a persistent sensation of pleasure. The knowledge of having her mate pleasured further made her excited. She had to consciously maintain a relaxation to ensure she didn't clench and squeeze his beak from her vent.

"Mmmph!" Ceylon let out a muffled grunt as he leaned his way in deeper, rocking his head from side to side to smear her fluids all over his beak and face. Her flesh distended and stretched with ease, slowly sliding past his nares, and smothering his eyes as his vision went dark. He used his talons to hold her tail in place as he used his head to further dive into her canal. He was literally using his entire head to pleasure his mate.

Not like he'd never done that before. She was massive, and sometimes she was in need for the biggest of things to keep her satisfied. Sometimes that meant his head, torso, body, fists, it didn't matter. Of course, he wasn't initially planning on doing this with her, but the pleasure he was feeling from his tail maw being fisted and massaged from within paired with the sensual delirium of having her vent sliding over his head, squeezing his ears against his skull, was just too much.

Leera's entire body shuddered as her cloaca was stretched wide; she could feel Ceylon's beak opening inside her, spreading her flesh apart to give his tongue room to massage the flesh of her birth canal. She shifted her entire body to get more leverage, using the muscles of her spine to push against him, forcing his head in deeper, the slitted opening of her vent wrapped tight around his neck as her tail swayed back and forth between his wings.

Still more than a little shocked but just barely lucid enough to participate, Ceylon brought both of his talons up against his neck, prying at the distended scales of Leera's slit, bending and twisting his form as the tail end of his mate pushed against him, lifting him up so that he was in a sitting position with front talons folded up by his neck, hands inside next to his head.

With the extra leverage, Leera turned her long, lithe neck to nip at Ceylon's shoulders, flicking her tongue rapidly at him as she continued to push, careful to not squeeze. She wanted her canal loose and stretchy enough to slide over his whole form. She did pause a moment to really think about what was happening, and how suddenly it came on, but then she remembered that Ceylon absolutely loved this kind of thing, and her peculiarly triggered mood was certainly allowing her to enjoy it just as much - if not more - than he was, so she went with it.

But she also wanted to make sure it felt fair, so she swung her head around and nuzzled in between Ceylon's hind legs, flicking her tail at what she expected to be a sheathe, but was instead just a belly. She continued to curl her neck around until her snout found Ceylon's moist, dripping female lips. Apparently he was not in his male form, not today. Then again, she quickly deducted that he wasn't expecting this, so he didn't prepare for such a lustful attack.

With her one hand still buried deep in Ceylon's tail maw, she grabbed at one of the petals and peeled it off with a bit of a sudden jerk as all of the teeth retracted and let go all at once, the tail tensing up and forcing her arm from its gullet, like a snake regurgitating prey. Once her gummy, slimy hamd was completely free of it, the three jaw-petals closed up and it started flicking back and forth in the water, releasing more of the lubrication into the hot spring.

Leera continued to push down on Ceylon with her hind end wiggling her spine and relaxing her vaginal canal to have her malleable belly scales stretch and widen, slowly swallowing him up, bits at a time. She had to use her tail to press his wings tight against his back as she arched her spine and forced him in deeper, careful to not miss the wing elbows.

Seemingly all at once, her form slid over his, gaping wide to swallow the shoulders of his wings, and his talon's elbows. With the hardest part done, Ceylin nuzzled ant wrighed inside, using his hind paws to kick off the ebony stones and press his way in further with ease. Her copious fluids facilitated his movement, allowing him to dive right in, leaving only his hind legs and tail sticking out from her vent. She shuddered and curled her tail up tight, the tip of it slipping in between Ceylon's lips, forcing him in deeper.

She could see his form, bulging out against her belly scales, his talons folded up on his chest and massaging her from within as his form sank deeper and deeper. She quickly lifted her tail up high to the sky, letting gravity and her own muscle control do the rest. She relaxed her vent, while squeezing at his chest and upper body, tugging him in deeper as his legs kicked at the air.

In one fluid motion, her opening seemed to gape wide like a maw, and the lubrication mixed with gravity, muscle control, and Ceylon's eager desire to disappear into her womb, his legs and tail slowly descended, her bulging back end closing up around his haunches to squeeze at his legs. Only his long tail remained visible, wrapping itself around hers as she pulled the last of her form back into the water, a stream of bubbles cascading out from the corner of her vent.

She patted at her Ceylon-shaped bulge as she squeezed again, forcing him in deeper so that his tail disappeared completely. She'd let him out in a few hours, once her batteries were fully charged. She could tell he was enjoying himself, as the Ceylon shaped bulge was curled up in her womb, like an egg waiting to be laid.

With her desire satisfied, she rested her chin against the slate rocks of the hot springs and allowed herself to relax, falling into a deep, deep sleep.

Luckily for Ceylon, being inside Leera's womb was really the only claustrophobic environment he liked to be in. He knew she'd let him out when her desires were satiated. In the mean time, he'd have himself a nice long rest, allowing her fluids to fill his lungs and sustain him until further notice.

He let go a long, deep growling purr as her flesh squeezed him tight, the muscles of her body twitching in waves over his back, tickling him in all the right ways. He was happy, happy he pleasured his mate, and happier still knowing he had a way to trigger her desire at will.