Hazardous Ruins (Whitebrand and Vairocana)

[Whitebrand]

"Good girl," Brand said, taking her feet into his hands. He was careful not to scratch her flesh with his talons.

Her feet were surrounded with wet warmth. She could feel her feet being caressed by the dragon's tongue, feel his warm breath blowing over her feet and up her ankles. The dragon inserted her beautiful feet into his mouth...and kept going. His scaled lips slid up her ankles and steadily up her shins. She could feel her feet being pressed to the back of his throat and being pushed together as they were driven into the heated, slick tunnel of his throat.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana begins with a soft giggle as she feels that tongue all over her feet. She squirms playfully. Then she feels herself sliding further. She tilts her head as she is pulled up a hint of concern touching her lips. The warmth, the wetness makes her shiver, the pressure as her feet slide down into his throat.

"Uhm. Wh-what?" A hint of fear races through her. Though she is not strong enough at all to fight herself free. She tries to reason this through. Did he say initiation? Would she fail if she struggles? Instinct tells a different story as she weakly squirms in his hands. He was doing his best to not hurt her, yet swallowing her? Was this a betrayal to other words? Would he do so? She whimpers as she is being swallowed.

[Whitebrand]

The dragon didn't explain anything...he couldn't with a mouthful of shapely calves. Instead his simply continued to pull her legs into his mouth, his saliva coating her bare flesh as he worked his way up to her knees and thighs. Her feet and shins were now pressed together fairly tightly in the fleshy envelope of his throat, but he did not choke. He gripped her hips and pulled her legs entirely into his mouth, his throat bulging as her knees and thighs were engulfed in the narrow tunnel. He seemed to be smiling, though it was hard to tell given his draconian features.

Delicious, exactly as I imagined you'd be, he thought as he steadily inched her hips into his toothed maw, again being careful not to scratch or damage the helpless girl.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana whimpers but her struggles are weak. Struck with indecision and resisting her won instinct to struggle harder. She feels his saliva trickle down her legs, against her rear. Her long hair trails as he pulls her and her hands vainly find no purchase. She trembles as she feels her thighs and legs pressed so tight inside of his throat. She realizes he might not explain, but he seems disinclined to stop to do so. It occurs to her suddenly she perhaps had heard right.

"D-did you... eat one of those elves?" In fact if he had where did the elf go in such a short amount of time? Does the shapeshifting form do something else with his earlier treat? Her fear wavers as she wonders what happens to those inside of him. What will become of her is an insistent question, but it is one that comes with a hint of fear. He did want her. Certainly not for an after sex snack.

[Whitebrand]

Brand nodded his head slightly as he widened his jaws to take in her fine hips and lovely buttocks. She could feel his tongue slide over her crotch and coat her with his warm saliva. His throat seemed to stretch to the breaking point as he took in her fine thighs. Her legs were totally immobile now, while her feet suddenly gained some slight movement...evidently they had reached his belly.

Taking his time, the dragon worked his way up her hips to her slender waist, his tongue caressing her flat belly and thirsting for her magnificent breasts. His breath blew pleasantly up her back as he pulled her implacably in. He could feel the hot flesh of his mouth and throat massage and undulate against her skin as he swallowed her legs down. Soon his lips and tongue were touching her treasured bosom.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana whimpers and moans as she slides deeper into him. She feels his breath against her back, his tongue against her tummy. She is wet with his warm saliva. She feels his throat and mouth massage against her, the undulating flesh causing her to shiver and tremble.

He did eat one of the elves. Considering things, the female voice she heard might be in there. She bites at her lip and then her eyes widen as his mouth and tongue find her breasts. "Oh gods," she shivers as she feels that tongue against her still sensitive and large breasts. Her hips slid in there. Her feet can feel the opening of his stomach. How tight will it be for them? Will it feel good? Her hands have long since stopped trying to find something to hold on to, her hair is getting damp with saliva. Closing her eyes she trembles.

"I-is she still in there?"

[Whitebrand]

Brand managed to shake his head slightly. No.

His mouth widened even more as he sucked her big, round breasts into his mouth. He made a pleasant sighing sound as his tongue slipped and slid over them, toying with her nipples again. Her shins had folded behind her as they had entered the dragon's belly. How her hips and waist were held firmly in the dragon's gullet. Only her neck, shoulders, head, and arms remained outside his maw, and that wasn't going to last much longer. His muscles flexed, squeezing her slightly as he swallowed again. Her body slipped deeper into his throat, her breasts mashed to her chest as her shoulders and arms were pushed over her head. Soon her vision was framed by the red gums and the sharp teeth of the dragon, a frame that shrank second by second as she was pulled into his mouth.

He lifted his head and swallowed again. In seconds she was pushed by the powerful muscles of his throat into the dragon's belly, where she was forced to curl up in the darkness. Now she could see nothing, only feel the warm flesh that encased her and hear the sound of the dragon's heartbeat in her ears.

Brand gulped down her arms and long raven hair at last. Finally he sighed contentedly, running a hand over the large bulge that the girl had formed in his belly.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana accepts the shaking of his head. Ya it wasn't hard to imagine she might not be. After all, between the moments that lead her to this point in time he had no hint of the elf in him. Must be quick working... her thoughts crash as she feels the opening of his stomach and her breasts pressed tightly against his soft fleshy areas. Her hands squirm as she slides into the darkness, her face against his tongue, her hair soaked in his saliva. His wetness coats her, she is soaking in his warm juices. With a soft whimper, she slides even deeper. Will she fade away, like the elf girl? Certainly, he didn't give the angry female the same attention he gave her. Could there be a different way that this goes? Her hands and hair join the rest of her inside the stomach. Curled up in the wetness and darkness she holds herself. She feels his hand run over his tummy and she closes her eyes and sighs not entirely unhappily.

His heart beat though. She feels its powerful assurance. The calm rhythm that soothes her. Despite the frightening sensations of being swallowed whole and alive, she feels a sense of safety. Her legs pressed against her breasts, her wet hair clings to her wet skin, and the wet darkness holds her.

[Whitebrand]

Presently the sensation of flesh around Vairocana faded. At first was the possibility that she was going unconscious...but that was not the case. She could see again, though the light was quite dim. She was in a large oval rock cavern with no sign of how she had come to be there. When she looked around she could see that she was not entirely alone. She was surrounded with more than a dozen crystalline statues of nude women of various races. Some of them were posed as though they were in the middle of some terrible struggle. Others stood or even sat passively. One of the struggling ones was a beautiful elven woman, her expression a detailed mix of terror and outrage. There was no movement anywhere save Vairocana's own.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana blinks and frowns. Looking around she finds herself not where she thought she had been. Confusion lights her face and she brings a hand to her chin. Glancing at herself she is bare as she had been before and she glances to the various crystalline statues. She first wonders if the owner of these priceless looking beauties liked the mix of struggle and peace. Then her eyes finds a particularly angry looking elven woman.

Is this where the swallowed go? This is Brands? At least he has a good eye for the female shape. What could the purpose be? A trophy room? Well, she cannot feel angry that she might be such a thing. Vairocana shakes her head and looks around for an entrance. She wonders where Brand is. How much transpired between being swallowed and here. She brings a hand to her head and moans.

"B-Brand?"

[Whitebrand]

Prepare for assimilation. Brand's voice seemed to echo from everywhere at once. The voice was calm and firm.

No other response came from the statues. They remained silent and still as Valrocana listened intently. The variety was amazing. There were many humans here, but there were also elves, a woman with rabbit ears and a tail, another with cat ears and tail, a particularly serene-looking Asian woman with nine fox tails, and a woman with feathered wings with a mischievous smile on her face.

As she looked around she felt a warmth at her feet, as though she had stepped in a warm puddle.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana perks up as she hears his voice. Though it echoes from everywhere it seems, it is likely he is watching. There are many races, some she has never even dreamed of meeting. Yes. He has found some nice looking ones. She wonders then what her fate is, if not her lot in life is to be a scantily clad member of his harem. Somehow she imagines dancing before him and such. She admits that she is also woefully uninformed about those as well. Daddy never spoke of harems.

She feels the warm wetness at her feet and she looks down. What is assimi...whatever it is anyway?

[Whitebrand]

The warmth was caused by a semi-bluish gel that had somehow gathered at her feet, seeming to seep up from the rock floor. As she stared lines of the gel began climbing their way up her ankles, spreading as they went. In a few seconds her feet were covered by the shiny gel, and more was climbing up her ankles and calves.

[Vairocana]

A thought of fright races through her and she attempts to move her legs. Yet after a moment she glances at the other statues. The peaceful ones, the unhappy ones, the angry ones. She trusts Brand, loves him, she decided to do what he needs. If this makes her like the others, then she will want to be as calm and beautiful as she can. And aggressive is not what she has been for her own beauty. She decides to lounge, legs folded slightly with one bent more than the other, a hand to support her and her head tilts slightly, letting her hair to fall and spill against the supporting arm, while her remaining one lays against her side.

"If this is what you desire of me, milord, I will not resist any further."

[Whitebrand]

As though her submission triggered the gel, the blue stuff began climbing up her body more aggressively, spreading rapidly over her shapely legs. Soon the gel sprawled itself over her hips, climbing rapidly up to her belly. He could feel her feet stiffen in place as the gel solidified around her feet. As it spread she became aware of a pleasant tingling, tickling sensation on her gel-covered skin. Her hand touching the floor also began to become encased in the growing gel, sheathing it like a glove and extending up her arm.

In moments she was covered up to her slender waist, and her legs were securely locked into position. Hand-like extensions of the gel spread up her body, the "fingers" spreading out as they reached higher up her back and cupping her great breasts. The substance was soon engulfing her mammoth mammaries and covering her shoulders and neck. Before half a minute had gone by her hair and scalp were being quickly covered. Her face was last, her skin rapidly covered by the ever expanding gel.

Then she was covered entirely. All sense of the outside world was gone. She was only aware of her own body and the warm tingling of the solidifying gel. As it became more solid she became vaguely aware that her remaining senses were fading, as though she were gradually falling asleep.

Oblivion.

And then she was awake again. She was on her back on a large, soft bed surrounded by semi-sheer curtains. She was wearing a costume of almost entirely sheer, soft cloth that had perhaps ten to twelve square inches of opaque material in total. Around her neck was a soft leather collar with a small metal clip. Her hair felt like it had been recently washed, and her skin felt clean of sweat and dirt.

Next to her, looking very tired, was Brand in his human form. He wore only his kilt around his waist. His eyes were closed and one of his hands was atop hers. There was no telling how much time had passed.

[Vairocana]

Vairocana would shiver as she feels the gel-like stuff envelope her. She even gives a soon frozen soft moan as it claims her entire form. Her thoughts are calm, she has accepted her fate. He will protect her. She is his, now and forever. Then darkness claims her gradually and her thoughts fade.

Waking is sudden and a startled look crosses a formerly serene face. Her thoughts slowly stir, and she notes her position and the clothing she wears. She brings a finger to her neck and finds the collar and ring there. She feels clean, her hair feels so light and silky against her skin. She almost feels like she glows under this revealing cloth. Her cheeks redden slightly then she hears a soft sound and her eyes turns to the one next to her. Her surprise falls away, her heart beat slows to its serene beat. Brand.

She is not sure what has happened. If something had been a dream or not, she cannot tell. But she feels joy at seeing him, even feeling him next to her. She leaves her hand under his as she admires his form. Gently she snuggles against his powerful human form and contents herself with watching.

[Whitebrand]

"She wakes," Brand said tiredly without opening his eyes. "Welcome back."

He turned on his side and squeezed her hand gently. He finally opened his eyes to look at her.

"You'll excuse me if I don't give you a tour of your new home right away." He said. "Extracting someone from the crystallization process is rather draining."

The room was large and luxuriously decorated. There was a thick rug on the floor, a large wardrobe against the wall, the entrance to a walk-in bathroom next to the wardrobe, half-empty bookshelves, a long mirror on the opposite wall, and a large section of wall that was covered by a thick curtain.

He took another deep breath.

"You've only been out a few days. It took time to get our rooms set up and ready."

[Vairocana]

"Good morning milord."

A few days? Felt like only a few moments. Still, to find him tired, she snuggles a little more against him. "It is okay, my lord. Your health is all I need. I shall be silent and allow you your rest." She gives the room a good look, admiring all that exists, the exquisite items. And a mirror, a large one, to allow her to see all of herself in it. She notes the thick curtain and silently wonders what it might hide.

She pats his hand with her free one and smiles warmly and green eyes gleaming with admiration.

[Whitebrand]

"If you have any personal things you want," Brand said. "I'll fetch them for you and bring them back here. After giving your mother a suitably large dowry. One that will take care of her for quite some time."

He stretched a bit and put an arm across her protectively.

"This room belonged to my original First," Brand said. "A dark elf named Viconia. I think she'd have liked to have seen you inherit it."

[Vairocana]

Vairocana smiles and holds herself against him while he lays an arm over her. "Thank my Lord. Your concern for my mother means much to me. As for myself. There is only a book, a journal that my father left me. While I am content to stay at your side instead of traveling, to have the stories will bring me joy. We did not have much. Just our attractive selves."

Vairocana smiles gently, "I'm am honored then to know she might have liked me inheriting her place. I shall try and ensure to maintain that belief. She must have been pretty."