Realms of the Predator (Wierdost & Deska)

[Wierdost]

Orelia gladly turned over, onto her hands and knees, thrusting her tender, round behind towards Rinel. She looked over her shoulder, eyeing up Rinel's sizable cock, eager to feel it deep inside her.
"Don't be gentle," she said, giggling a little and gripping the bed. "I want to be numb after this."
She hoped Darya had managed to keep herself occupied. It seemed a little unfair she was going to be enjoying herself whilst Darya played the part on patrol. But Orelia wasn't going to deny herself some small bit of pleasure. Anything to distract from recent affairs.

[Deska]

Rinel grinned, her hands tightly grasping the side of Orelia's hip to slide her ass a little higher in the air, the theif feeling the taut sensation as suddenly the woman wove her free hand into Orelia's ashen hair... pulling taut to arch her back just as the cock wetly disappered into hr pussy with a lewd squish. Orelia feeling the wonderful sensation of the cock vanish inside of her, as well as the satisfying clap of her cheeks meeting Rinel's taut stomach... the captain groaning softly as her hold tightened, yanking back on the womans hair as she began taking her hard on the worn cot.

[Wierdost]

Orelia bucked her hips hard against Rinel, meeting each thrust with as much energy and soon building a steady rhythm. She felt hot, sweaty and completely lost in burst after burst of rising pleasure, boiling away inside her. It felt good to lose herself in it, to take it and quiver in the aftermath of each surge of ecstasy. But Orelia wasn't going to be satisfied just yet.
"Nnngh...yes...now you've got that dick wet..." she muttered between breaths, panting, her ass slick with sweat sliding against Rinel. "...Stick it somewhere a little tighter..."
She made her request, sliding off the cock and bringing her ass cheeks under it, scooping Rinel's hard, wet dick between her cheeks.

[Deska]

"Mmmnn... Well since you asked nicely" Rinel purred, the woman driving her cock a few times through the crack of Orelia's ass, the hand still woven into her hair. Holding Orelia in place as the captain pressed her own body down against the theif's. Orelia felt fingers brushing against her side, feeling a palm slide underneath her belly before wandering up to lewdly grope a handful of her swaying breasts. The pressure of Rinel's hand on her chest as the tit flesh squished pleasurably between her fingers.

*Squelch*

Orelia feeling the sudden pressure of the cock head against her pucker as the lubricated shaft pushes past her cheeks. The captain yanking her hair with a swift inhale, the hand like a vice on her breasts as the stroke drove Orelia's knee's into the cot. Their hips meeting with a swift clap as Orelia felt the breath on the back of her neck. The instantaneous pleasure helping to drown the events of the past day.

[Wierdost]

Orelia gladly embraced the feverish haze that followed, dripping with sweat as she boiled in ecstasy. It felt so good, Rinel's rough manner only heightening it all. For a few moments, Orelia forgot all her troubles. It wasn't long till they returned.

Exhausted, breathless, she lay on the bed beside Rinel after trying to let her body cool down.
"You were pretty good..." she muttered with a smile.
She had little attachment to Rinel but for this reprieve, she was sincerely grateful.

[Deska]

The lovemaking, if one could call it that, was fast and hard. Both woman panting and dripping with sweat despite the session being over so quickly. Orelia had felt the cock pounding into her ass before molten slag sprayed deep into her core, the heat of the cum only heightening the sensations as both woman slumped onto the cot, still somewhat tangled in their nudity despite each simply catching their breath. Rinel was on her elbows, propped up beside Orelia, chuckling to herself between laboured gasps.

"Heh... You're not bad yourself. Been too long since I had good ass... I needed the break from this shit" the captain breathed, her chest rising and falling as it glistened in residual sweat. In that moment the pair felt a brief bit of kinship... true, neither really cared for one another, but laying in the afterglow the pair of professionals could find a moment of shared relaxation. A respite from the trails each woman had been forced to deal with these past few days.

"Eh... but I suppose you want answers... You kept your end of the bargain. Ask away"

[Wierdost]

Orelia lifted herself up a little, clearing her mind.
"This witch, Lia, what's her deal? What is it she's come all the way out here for?" Orelia asked.
She knew of witches but she couldn't say she'd ever met one. Though it was well known how dangerous they could be and that their understanding of the world and all its mysteries, was practically unrivaled. Whatever the ruins below were, they likely belonged to a people without any living relatives. Whatever treasures they possessed hadn't saved them. Or perhaps, it had destroyed them.
"And just how close to find her prize is she exactly?"

[Deska]

"Hell if I know. Me and my girls were drinking in Mur, celebrating a decent payday, when this... witch, approached me at the bar. Said she needed guards, didn't explain why, but the pile of gold and silver she showed me next did wonders to motivate the group" Rinel breathed with a sigh, reclining beside Orelia as both woman lay naked on the cot. "So we set off into the bone wastes, I had guessed as much considering the price, but despite how long we marched she barely said a word... Just kept pointing to dune after dune."

Rinel huffed, cracking her neck slightly as she locked her hands behind her head in a recline. "Desert creatures ate 4 of us.... and that damned naga had another 7 before we made it through the canyon. Then we arrived here. Lia told us to hold the camp, and then she went down into the ruins... haven't seen her in two days" Rinel glancing at Orelia from the corner of her eye. "So what? You come to kill her or something?"

[Wierdost]

"No, nothing as confrontational as that," Orelia said, feeling sleep calling to her now. "We're just here to retrieve something from the ruins."
Orelia didn't want to let on too much and she'd certainly rather avoid confronting this witch. The fact that Rinel knew so little about her made it clear this Lia was not the friendly type at all. Darya and Orelia would have to be doubly careful at this crucial bit of their mission. Hopefully they could avoid further incidents.
"Anyway, I'm going to sleep. I'll awake early and you can show us the way down into the ruins and from there, we'll part ways."
Orelia settled down on the cot, the long day finally catching up with her and encouraging her away into a quick, peaceful slumber.

[Deska]

"Fine, I'll show you the entrance but after that you're on your own. There are few things I'm afraid of, but I'm certainly not foolish enough to cross a witch" Rinel grunted, rocking her body upwards as she swung her legs over the cot, rising to stand as Orelia silently nestled her naked body into the soft fur's of the bedding. Rinel moving away, tugging her clothes back on, the sword around her waist and the tunic over her bare breasts. Now dressed, and satisfied after a well needed fuck, the captain pushed the tent flap aside, striding back out and into the camp. Leaving Orelia spent, if sexually satisfied, snoring softly into the cot.

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"Mmmmmm, your not as feisty as you said little morsel" Mox moaned atop her mound of soft pillows. The serpents coils and body strewn over the decadence of her horde. It had been nearly 2 hours since she had finished her meal... and she had enjoyed every squirm and violent struggle as Ria fought ever wet squelch that pushed her deeper into the beasts stomach. Mox's body was laid beside the bulge, her fingers teasingly running across the bloated scale as she listened to every blorp and squelch of the solid meat slopping about inside her. There was another bulge in her stomach of course, much further down her tail, but that one had been still for some time... Frida having spent far longer in the serpents belly then her rowdy lover.

[Wierdost]

Frida had been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while now. Orientation had lost all meaning in the dark tight stomach, squeezing her, moving her slowly onward and never seeming to end. She hadn't budged an inch for as long either, her energy long gone and the tight fleshy walls gripping her hard. Her skin itched painfully all over, the heat and stench of the stomach stinging her nostrils. Somehow she remained alive but she was certain this was the end for her. In spite of all her adventures, her skills. It ended here, digested and stacked on the tits of some vile lamia.

Ria gave no response to the lamia's taunting. She was not yet resigned but was patient. Ria had stopped struggling not longer after she'd been swallowed. Even as each squeeze and convulsion soaked her in juices, sliding her body deeper into the stifling darkness, Ria remained still. Her resolve would not be broken. She was biding her time, as carefully as she could. When the moment came and Ria's experience had taught her that a moment always comes, she would be ready strike fast and strong. Without mercy. Her only hesitation was that Frida might not have much longer and that biding her time was costing the life of her lover. But this was their only shot. Ria just had to wait. Her plan would work, given the right moment.

[Wierdost]

(Hey I know it's been a while but are you still interested in continuing this? Was a lot of fun.)

[Deska]

... and so Ria waited. The undulating walls around her steadily forcing her nubile body deeper and deeper into the coils of the serpent. Her vitality and energy slowly leeching away despite her stamina and focus. After all, strong as she was, every moment stewing in the lamia's guts was another step closer to her final fate. Food and padding for a wretched, ruby scaled sand worm.

Another hour passed of gastric hell, her hair and body beyond matted in the sticky ichor of the naga's body. Her body had begun to soften, strong muscle and hearty, fit curves eroding slowly as her bulge slowly began to resemble a sack of grain rather then a lumpy effigy of her feminine form. Still, Ria maintained her focus. Her slowly eroding body of little concern... She would heal, this ordeal would simply be another scar on an already scarred body... She had escaped the guts of more ravenous, powerful creatures then this...

Finally the moment came. Mox rolled onto her back, fingers dancing casually across the rounded, oblong bulge that had been Ria as the Lamia wiped the flavor from her lips. For her, Ria was dead. The fiery vixen had given up, and hadn't moved in nearly an hour. Even if she was still living, the fight was surely sapped from her body... the bulge was deep in the lamia's tail by now, far from being a threat. She sighed and smacked her lips, giving up the taunting to instead simply relax... and let digestion finish.

The first one... this... Frida... she was finished. Mox simply squishing the lumpy swell that had been the dancer, now reduced to a nutritious sludge... It seemed Ria's waiting had succeeded... but at a cost...

[Wierdost]

Ria sensed it before she felt it, her hunter's instincts proving true. Mox relaxed. A move that would prove fatal, Ria knew. Her certainty and numerous victories had made her complacent like every other predator Ria had bested. The stomach would continue its work but without the lamia's attention, her muscles would let up their squeezing and she'd be too slow to react. Now was the time to use the energy she'd been conserving. When the lamia leveled out, for a nap Ria assumed, the barbarian huntress made her move. Even relaxed, Mox's body would still fight her and she'd only have a few seconds before reflexes kicked in regardless of the lamia's attention.

One last deep breath of hot, foul air and then Ria moved. She stretched out her arms, opening the fleshy passage above her and kicked, hard below. She propelled herself hard up the stomach and throat, the juices itching her body lubricating her ascent. Another flex, another kick and she launched herself into the lamia's human gut. This was more cramped but the muscles were weaker. One last push was all that was needed.

Ria slipped from the lamia's lips onto the stone floor with a splat. She didn't waste a second to see if she'd managed to wake the lamia so instead spied her crude sword and rolled for it. Without fail she grasped it, bringing it ready for a powerful swing and turned. She paused. Despite her struggle Mox remained napping, yet to stir. Ria didn't let herself relax. She looked to the bulge that had to be Frida, deep in the lamia's body, towards the end of her tail. She felt sick to her stomach, very worried she'd been too late. As the juices dripped from her a fury returned and she moved to her things. Her body was covered in red patches and burns, her eyebrows gone and her eyes bloodshot. The red brilliant hair was now stuck in thick clumps, with a bald patch left in the right side of her scalp. Ria would live but these were the worst scars she'd ever earned. Among the pile of discarded belongings she found some rope and quickly bound Mox. First her arms and then her tail, binding her to one of the pillars in the underground ruin. The hiss of sands continued to pour down the gaps around them. Ria retrieved her hides and bone armour, re-applying her fierce blue war paint, though it stung her injuries, once the lamia's juices had been wiped off. Prepared she readied her blade and kicked Mox in the gut to wake her.
"Wake monster or you'll sleep forever," Ria snapped, growling. "And I'll gladly paint myself in your blood."

[Deska]

Mox was a heavy sleeper. After all this was her den, her domain. No creature dared linger here.

It began slowly at first, the oblong bulge in her upper tail twitching as the lamia slowly drifted off to sleep... A hand print squeezed outward against the scale, the rounded protrusion of a coiled knee. It was the first life her meal had shown in the 3 hours since she'd forced Ria down her throat. Slowly the bulge ascended her coils, Ria expertly reversing her undulating journey as the lax stomach walls provided little resistance to her progress. The bulge crested past the line of scales and into the lamia's human midsection, Mox' breasts swelling as something forced its way beneath and up her throat. Her fanged maw parting with a soft exhale as suddenly a pair up trembling fingers crawled between her lips, gently clasping for leverage before her Jaw's separated with a soft *clack*

Ria emerged from between the teeth, her body covered in slime and bile as she slumped with a wet slap on the gritty sandstone. Her body still connected by thick strands of stomach gel as she stumbled forward at first... her strength utterly sapped despite her best efforts to shrug it off. Her grievous state betrayed her near death experience, even if her fiery temper refused too.

She was soft, nearly like wax as fingers clasped around the cold metal and leather binding of her barbaric blade. The cold of the air did little to relieve her lethargy. In fact it only added to it. The frigid air, in comparison to the humid hell of the lamia's gut, needled across her exposed skin. Her hair was splattered in the caustic ooze, even the smallest touch causing the locks to loosen off in clumps. Her once feminine curves warped... like a clay statue left to cur incorrectly in the sun.

"Mmmph...What... Where..." Mox finally stirring as her eyes blinked away... landing slowly on the woman standing before her... confusion at first, before her slit pupiled gaze narrowed in anger. "Hrm.... I'd thought you'd given up... it seems you waited too long. I think more of you is already on my tits then dirtying my floors...."

[Wierdost]

Ria gritted her teeth. The pain was excruciating now outside, feeling slowly returning to her damaged nerves and burned skin. She could still be recognized as Ria but so much of her had been left damaged, limbs trembling as all the energy she'd used to escape left her with little else. Enough for a killing blow, of that she was certain. She looked into Mox's eyes with seething rage, her bloodshot eyes burning as they stared the creature down. Ria wrapped her slippery, burning fingers round the hilt tighter.
"I'll dirty these floors with your blood monster..." Ria growled, glancing now to the soft bulge near the end of the lamia's tail. "...Now tell me...is she...is she alive?"
Ria welled up thinking of Frida's demise, the tears stinging her softened skin. If she had failed her she would never forgive herself but she would have her revenge, no matter the cost.
"And know, that your survival depends on hers," Ria finished bringing her gaze back to Mox, steadying herself.
She brought the blade back, ready for a swing straight to the lamia's throat. It would land true and even if it only just pierced her hard scales, it would be enough to leave her bleeding out till death. Ria was good at few skills but in the art of killing, she was a master.

[Deska]

Mox glared daggers at her would be executioner. The lamia barring her fangs a little at the beauty that should be digesting in her coils right now. Her arms were bound tightly to her sides, the cords of rope wrapped around her arms and waist, the coils squeezing her bare breasts uncomfortably. Mox knew the girl in her coils was dead... this Frida who had been squeezed into her belly ahead of Ria. She had been reduced to liquid sludge, her attractive body quietly sloshing about in her intestines and lower gut... never to escape the lamia's curves... doomed to pad the snake for the rest of her days.

But... Ria didn't know this. Obviously she still held some hope, or she would have simply drove the blade into Mox's back well she slept.... and that gave the naga an advantage.

"She's still alive... though not for much longer" the lamia lied with a hiss, making a show of flexing the bulge another inch down her tail as the long coils restlessly squirmed across the floor. "But perhaps we can... come to some arrangement.."

Mox watched Ria tensed, quick to continue before the babarian could do anything too rash.

"But if you kill me, I'll crush her body with my last dying breath... so why don't we act like civilized folk... Lower your blade, and perhaps we can bargain
...."

[Wierdost]

Ria, desperate for Frida's safe return didn't even suspect a lie. Yet she was far from receptive to Mox. She kept her blade where it was, ready to swing at the instant of foul play.
"We can bargain with my sword like this or not at all," Ria said, baring her own teeth right back the lamia.
Whilst she worried sick about Frida, she knew letting her guard down for an instant would doom them both. She had to keep a level head and pay attention. Most of all, she had to be ready to strike the lamia at any moment. The pain that burned all over her body at least kept her sharp. As a warrior Ria had always been most deadly at her most vulnerable, at her most wounded. The adrenaline was flowing and with it, some strength was beginning to return.
"So tell me what you want," Ria spat, reluctant to bargain with monsters but determined to rescue Frida. "And be quick. I don't have much to offer but a painful death is still on the table."

[Deska]

Mox grinned, her tongue running sensually across her lips as Ria hesitated slightly. Feeling the power over the situation slowly slide back into her favor... just as the chunky soup that was Frida slorshed partially into her intestines.

"Mmmm, very well. I'm sure we can arrive at a deal..."

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Orelia awoke atop the furs revitalized. Her body tingling in the cool nigh air that wafted through the ajar flaps of Rinel's tent. How long had it been? A few hours? Maybe less? It hardly mattered really. All the attractive theif knew was that fuck and a nap had down wonders for her moral and mood. The exhaustion was gone, replaced with a content resolve as she pulled her naked body up from the furs. As she did the flaps rustled, Rinel stepping inside the tent from the outside as the pairs eyes met.

"Awake eh? Good... was just coming to wake you. Times here. I'll escort you down to the entrance to the buried temple... but from there your on your own."

[Wierdost]

Orelia nodded, reaching for the clothes Rinel had provided last night.
"That was our deal," she said with acceptance. "Darya and I can handle ourselves once we're in."
She said that final sentence with confidence but inside felt a little pang of doubt. Losing Ria and Frida had been a blow, one that had almost cost all of them their lives. Just how capable they were was now in question. The good feeling that had greeted her on waiting now diminished as the events of the yesterday came back to her vividly. Pulling on the loose tunic and then slipping into the tight leather breeches, she strapped her blade to her hips before shoving her new boots on. The low neck of the tunic was flattering to her chest but was hardly the most practical attire. Orelia could hardly protest though.
"Let's go then. While time is on my side," she said, standing walking to the tent's exit.

Darya meanwhile sat alone at the edge of camp, eyes scanning the purple horizon. All night her thoughts had been consumed with grief. For all she'd grumbled about their boasts and blustering, she felt sick to her stomach over what had befallen Ria and Frida. They'd deserved no fate like it. Worse, she felt responsible. If only she;d struck the lamia true with her arrows, all could have been avoided. The light of dawn was breaking, the black desert slowly filling with colour. Whilst the nights in the Bone Wastes could be dangerous, the days had plenty of their own troubles, so Darya remained vigilant. Though what she was to expect in the ruins below she had no idea. She hoped they could recover this artifact without incident but luck hadn't been on there side thus far. Behind her she heard a shuffling distantly and turned to see Orelia emerge from the tent with Rinel. The elf inhaled then took her bow with her, marching back to the camp and Orelia.
"Morning," she greeted, solemnly.
Orelia understood how she was feeling and simply nodded.
"Rinel is going to show us down into the ruins, a temple, then it'll just be us two," Orelia explained, hesitating over those final words for a moment.

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(Not sure if you want me to continue as Ria or you want to cut away from it for a while. If so I'll edit and delete this)

Ria's blood was already boiling and not just from the pain. All too quickly Mox was ready to toy with her and Ria loathed giving her even an inch of power in this negotiation.
"I said quick," the barbarian warrior spat, clenching her knuckles round the blade's hilt. "If you wish to live then give Frida back to me right now. Or I'll cut your head off and carve her out of you myself!"