Oasis
Bedazzled by heat, a full-grown male feline pulled his failing body across the ever-unfolding desert. He had run most of yesterday, pressed on through the night, and trudged ever forth this morning, fueled by little more than desperation. The night before last had been his final night as a captive, and that he swore upon. A year and a half of back-breaking labor and deprivation had finally been enough for him to commit to escape, or die trying.
When Eriko first beheld the oasis, he could hardly believe it was real. The brutality of the desert had him thinking that such a luscious place could not exist after all! With a cry, he lunged forward from his plodding walk, stubbing his toe in the process on some heavy object buried in the desert sand. Ignoring the pain and its source, Eriko continued to stagger onwards with renewed vigor, whimpering with excitement as the dry wind shifted and presented the heavenly aroma of blossoms in the sun, promising water at the very least for his parched body. Behind him, the object in the sand reflected the sun in a dull manner. It was a slave collar very much like the one around Eriko's neck.
Carefully, he descended into the small valley that contained the blessed place, and he could hear the sounds of a merrily flowing spring. Precious tears of relief cut down through his filthy face as he stumbled to the source, a beautful, pebbly pond surrounded by many trees, some of them bearing figs.
Eriko plunged his face into the delightfully cool water, sucking down as much of the drink as he could hold, mouth and throat and head aching with the sudden shock of the coldness. He rinsed off his face and paws and the stumbled back to sit down on the pebbly bank for a few moments. It was then he looked down, and noticed a stone that gleamed fiercely in the harsh sun. Eriko scooped it up, his heart suddenly lurching to a stop. It was a tiny charm that came from a necklace, one that was quite familiar to him. It belonged to Anya. Eriko opened up a pocket in his dirt-encrusted pants and pulled out a similar charm that she had given him, the last night they had seen each other.
Anya had been a companion of his in the dungeons. He kept her casual company as they got what sleep they could in the rushes spread upon the floors. Just friends of course, there was little energy available to them to have any more than hand-holding. The vixen's voice was a comfort to Eriko even as she laid out her fears, her beautiful grey eyes wide, pouring forth her thoughts as openly as her words. She had always lived near the desert, but had been captured when her trade caravan had been ambushed by the Master Lizard's patrols. She had been an attractive lady, and was one day selected to be a candidate to go live in the Master Lizard's palace. This was a mixed blessing. The Master Lizard's personal attendants lived a separate, secretive life. They were well fed, and had better accomodations than any other caste of slave, but they were also heavily drugged, mostly with assorted aprodesiacs. Every so often, the Master Lizard would disappear into his private quarters with one of the concubines, and not be seen for nearly a week. There seemed to be no trace of the girl when he emerged, though those who were close to the Master Lizard knew exactly where she was. For everyone else, the proof was there if you looked in the correct place, right in the Lizard's ever-growing midsection.
Many slave girls anticipated this, but by the time they were living the high life in the palace, they would gladly give themselves to the Master in their enthralled states. Despite how brutal and insane he was to his opponents,he was rumored to be a dedicated lover to his harem. However, this was because he reveled in the delicious power of transforming and twisting the girls into fully willing meals through his manipulations. Anya did not seem to desire such a fate for herself, despite all of her suffering. She dreamt of starting a new life with Eriko, and they made a pact to stick together, or at least find each other should they be separated.
The night Anya found out she would be taken away soon, Eriko comforted her as best as he could. She had been frantic. Eriko desperately wanted to escape with her, but he had been battling a fever for days and was barely awake. When the fever broke, Anya was gone and Eriko was left with nothing of her but one of the many charms from her necklace that he had carried so far today. All the other nearby slaves had been asleep at the time of her departure so nobody could say for sure whether the guards had escorted her away or if she had made it out on her own volition. That had been about a year ago.
Eriko's heart lurched into action again, if one of her charms were here, surely she had made it to this place! She must have escaped at some point! But... where was she? It had been a year after all, though, so she could be anywhere by now. Dead, even, but it killed him inside to even think of it. Eriko sighed.
So what now? He trudged over to where the fig trees hung low and picked a few of the fruits, splitting them with his claws and extracting the succulence inside, calming his empty, fretful belly as best as he could. They were delicious, though deep down the half-starved feline wished for a juicy steak.
His excitement sobered, Eriko licked his lips and fingers and began to ponder his fate. There seemed to be nobody at the oasis. The others were supposed to be gathering here too. One by one, slaves and captives had been escaping the clutches of the self-titled Master Lizard. Some faked their deaths, others had stolen enough bribe money or gained enough favor with the guards to be overlooked at a time of their choosing. The Master Lizard had a steady flow of prisoners, there was no loss to let the old ones perish as they fled into the desert, it made room for fresh captures to be housed and fed. He apparently did not count on their knowledge of the oasis, and it was a small beacon of hope that many slaves in the Master Lizard's city held deep within.
For Eriko though, that hope was becoming a guttering flame. His exhaustion had completely caught up with him and he lay there on his back, upon the sunny shore of the oasis pool. Nobody was here. And Eriko had no-where to go. It's not like Anya had anywhere to go either, being a nomad with no immediate family of her own. But she would have been some sort of loyal company, for Eriko was a fugitive from his own land. An ugly barfight which ended with a member of the nobility dead had branded him a murder, despite the fact that nobody seemed to know just who landed the killing blow in that epic brawl. Eriko was not a violent man but the fight had been a matter of honor that escalated and got way out of hand, involving too many people to sort out properly. Either way, Eriko had been singled out as responsible, and he fled his homeland before he was officially arrested. The penalty would probably turn out to be hard labor, or imprisonment, if not an outright execution. Death was almost preferable at this point. Eriko had no desire to be jailed again. Though, if the dungeon was deep and dark and cold, just maybe he could enjoy it. It would be an escape from this ever-bleaching sun!
The feline groaned under the oppresive glare. Fearing a bout of sunstroke after coming this far, the last of his survival instinct kicked in and he mustered enough energy to drag himself into the shade. There he lay for hours, drifting in and out of a restless sleep as the sun blazed across the sky, slowly robbing him of the trees' protection from its harsh rays. Even as the sun blared into his face once more, he attempted to stay asleep but he was overcome by the fierce heat and sat up slowly, bleary-eyed, achy, and quite unsatisfied by his nap. Itching intensely under the thick layer of accumulated dirt and sand embedded in his fur, Eriko arose and made his way back to the water, discarding his clothes along the way. After all, there was nobody here to see him naked. And at this point, he just didn't care.
Completely bared except for the dull metal slave's collar fused around his neck, he waded into the shallow water. He shuffled forward slowly, toward what should be a deeper part of the spring. He had gone a few yards and it was still only up to his knees. The pool seemed to curve around a bushy outcropping. Perhaps it was deeper around the bend. As Eriko got closer, a spicy, exciting scent fell upon him and despite the cold water creeping ever higher, threatening to lap at his most vulnerable of places, he felt himself becoming quite aroused.
Though he was sure he was alone, Eriko still blushed. It had been so long since he felt horny like this, he was too tired from his daily labors to support any sort of sex drive during his incarceration. He didn't want to extinguish the spark of passion miraculously blooming in his belly but the heat and discomfort drove him around the bend, and as his imagination promised, the pool before him was deep, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom, despite the clarity of the pure water.
But before he could lunge forth and plunge into it, his eyes finally registered a giant snake-body coiled atop a pile of rocks, hanging just over that coveted expanse of water. Hesitating, Eriko told himself as best as he could that it was probably sleeping, his discomfort trying to rationalize away his fear. Eriko scratched at his irritated scalp vigorously before that spicy smell got to his head again, and he gleefully abandoned his caution dipping as quietly as he could into the inviting pool before him.
He submerged himself, allowing the water to penetrate the entirety of his matted coat. It was invigorating and chilly, and it felt wonderful to shed those gritty accumulations. He surfaced some yards away, quite a bit closer to the rocky overhang than he would have liked to be. His eyes nervously flicked to the top, where he'd seen the snake, and his body jolted with shock as he realized the thing was looking right at him.
It was definitely female, and definitely no real snake. She had a graceful head that was more draconic than serpentine, and her long arms framed an impressive pair of breasts. Most of her coils were piled atop the rock still, but the end of that immense tail hung off, the tip flicking at the water gently.
What riveted Eriko the most though, were her huge grey eyes. Exotic, but oh-so-familiar. They seemed to see and know Eriko's past, present, and future. Images of Anya skipped across his mind vividly and playfully. His arousal renewed itself as that spicy, intoxicating perfume washed over his face again. It was coming from her, no doubt.
She beckoned to him, not only with a gesture, but with her mind. He could feel her reaching forth, touching his thoughts, as he tread in the sparkling water. He was compelled, quite suddenly, to swim towards that tailtip that was lackadaisically continuing to draw circles on the water's surface.
What am I doing? He thought as he came into contact with the tail. Before he could think again though, it looped around him suddenly, hauling him powerfully out of the water and up onto the rock. His eyes locked with hers again, and she pulled him into a firm embrace, squashing the soggy cheetah against her huge sun-warmed breasts. His arousal roared to the forefront of his mind, precum dribbling from his cocktip as her soft snakey skin teased at his belly.
With a deep chuckle, she slid upwards, aligning her crotch with Eriko's. Quite suddenly, he found his erection pressing against what had to be her feminine folds. Apparently she was pretty horny too, as the oversized pussy threatend to engulf the whole of his genitals with ease. Eriko looked up at his lover, and she smiled at him, her eyes full of fondness. The last of his misgivings flittered away from her deep gaze and he let his cock slip into her greedy nethers. The succulent tunnel dwarfed his average-sized member, but it had become so hypersensitive and excited by her sheer aura that the sloppy, loose embrace of her pussy was more than enough to lead him to the heights of ecstasy.
Eriko felt energized in her presence, and the pleasure came easily. Their lovemaking ensued with such intensity that both parties had orgasmed all too quickly and Eriko was aching for more. His partner graciously obliged. The only thing that penetrated through the joy of their ongoing sex was the incessant beatdown of the sunlight upon Eriko's rapidly drying body. But the snake, the naga, for that's what she was- her cunny was almost as cool and refreshing as the springs he had been plucked from. He was suddenly possessed by the insane desire to burrow into her somehow, to escape the opression of the burning sun and stay so close to his marvelous new companion.
He sagged, exhaustion enveloping him once more as the heat seeped into him. The naga caressed him gently and lovingly as he lay there uselessly. A long, forked tongue lapped out and tugged at one of his ears. Eriko shivered, her tongue and breath were as delightfully chilled as her nethers. She continued, her tongue darting out in strokes, crossing his face, like a cool wet rag used to soothe a raging fever, as the tiny breezes her breaths created rustled his hair.
Eriko reached forward to stroke her elegant face, his soaked member slipping from where it had been buried. He regretted leaving it, but he wanted to show this glorious creature his gratitude somehow. He tried to speak but his throat was dry, his thirst from earlier returned to him with a vengeance. She placed a finger to the cracked lips of his muzzle, and offered herself to him yet again, this time it was one of her well-rounded breasts, the thick nipple dribbling slightly as he obediently pressed his mouth to it. Its liquid squirted onto his probing tongue with ease, more like a fluid nectar than a creamy milk.
It was pulling him even deeper into her thrall, he was hers, physically, mentally, and now chemically. And he was okay with that. She provided a feeling of comfort he had not experienced in decades. Far away, he felt half-dead from his ordeal, but he also felt more relaxed and fulfilled and safe than he could ever believe he'd feel again. So there was very little reaction from Eriko as she opened her maw before him, and closed the tip over his head, gently tilting his face upward in her jaws, giving him a good look into the dark tunnel of her purplish throat. Gusts of chill breath spilled forth, tantalizing the half-delirious Eriko. He heard onminous gurgling, far away, and those slave girls of the Master Lizard played across his mind, unbidden. But as disturbing as the thought seemed to him in the past, it was only turning him on now, as he gazed towards what he realized what was to be his fate.
Her mouth descended upon him completely, every bit as cool and inviting as it promised to be. She was eating him! All of her loving seduction, leading up to this. He was to be nothing but a churning mass in her gut. He couldn't believe what he was doing as he leaned into her, feeding his body into her gaping gullet, allowing the gentle vice of her jaw to steal the last of his mobility. Eriko's arms and legs hung uselessly, his erection dragging against her breasts until she lifted the parts of him that were protruding from her mouth, grasping him as effortly as one would a sandwich, pushing him inwards firmly until her throat finally worked around his drool-soaked shoulders and secured a good grip. She let her innards take over at that point, as peristalsis began to drag Eriko inexorably downwards.
Eriko experienced constant waves of pleasure as more and more of his body slipped into her mouth, wrapping him in a cool sheath of her flesh, pulling him far and away from the harsh, unrelenting sunlight forever. His arms, his thighs, his knees and ankles, all disappeared in succession, completing the sizable bulge he had become in the naga's underbelly. She squeezed his footpaws in her hand affectionately before stretching her mouth over them and pulling them in as well. She let her mouth hang open slightly, allowing his tailtip to follow him down smoothly.
Eriko's tired eyes could rest, no need to see in this dark but complete world of rich, tactile sensation. And so many feelings there were, as the slimy, powerful walls of her guts kneaded and manipulated his surrendered form. He longed to become one with the fleshy recesses of her body, happy to give up his own to exult in such everlasting bliss, to fill and satiate this infintely sexy creature that pleasured him so. Eriko orgasmed quite suddenly as this thought gripped his mind, his helpless, constricted spasms discernable through the naga's soft shining skin.
With a smile, Eriko stopped breathing, he didn't really need to now that he was food. Still, the sensations continued as he was squeezed into her clamoring stomach, a gift from the naga to his somehow lingering conciousness, to experience the unique workings of her simple yet amazing digestive system. He had no need to run anymore, as he was guided and dropped into his destintion. He had a place inside her.
The deep creases of her stomach rose and folded around him, digestive ooze pouring in to coat his already soggy form. He could still move, if a bit feebly. He could feel her squeezing him from outside, exulting in being filled by him.
As disoriented as he was, Eriko still tingled and throbbed with ecstasy as he was cradled in the transformative grip of her stomach, his body becoming less solid, inside and out, with each churn. He seemed to float there for a sweet eternity, as the wonderful coolness of her innards completely penetrated and soothed the core of him that was so tired of the heat.
This isn't so bad, Eriko thought. Guiltily, he thought of Anya, becoming no more than a curvaceous bulge in sensuous reptilian flesh, her legs kicking not with fear, but with pleasure. He fantasized about her being deposited into the stomach that contained him, pulling her beautful, familiar shape into a sticky, gooey embrace that kneaded them both into one mushy mess. Her name drifted to his lips but only escaped as a moaning gurgle, his body no longer truly his own.
His liquefying form quivered one final time with one last, strange climax as he dispersed for good, becoming hardly discernable from the rest of the goo sloshing about in the naga's digestive chambers. As his remains were absorbed, some of them drained even deeper into her lengthy body, his awareness finally detached, and Eriko decended into a deep dreamlike state. His last concious thought was of Anya, that she was closer to him than he dared to dream...
The naga mentally reached out and carefully cupped Eriko's fluttering spirit, as one would cup one's hands around an escaping butterfly. Pulling his precious soul deep within her as she had claimed his physical self, she hoped she was doing this correctly. Though she was guided by her instinct, this was her first sentient meal, and a precious one at that. Eriko was hers now. She smiled as she thought of the muscle and fat that he would provide to her young, slender body. Eriko would be only the first of many to become one with her dreamed-of girth, but there was more to it than that. The naga couldn't exactly remember why this Eriko was so special to her, she just knew what she had to do. Someday, she hoped to create a new serpentine figure for Eriko's hoarded essence to occupy. It was very important. He had been little more than an irresistable morsel to her in his feline form, but she looked forward to having his company as a fellow naga, as an equal. It was something to do with her past life. Some promise she had made to this "Eriko".
Her slow, fuzzy thoughts were interrupted with a jolt in her belly. Something inside needed to be expelled. All orifices led to her digestive system, so it was not difficult or even uncomfortable to trigger an evacuation. Brushing a clawed hand gently and methodically across her sizable clit, she worked up an expulsive orgasm, grunting with pleasure as an excess of Eriko's remains were discharged as thick, frothy cum. She reached down, grabbing at herself as a slimy, hard, round object passed through her glistening vaginal lips. Holding it up for inspection, the dull sheen through its slimy patina was as familiar to her as Eriko.
Her long fingers brushed along her supple, bare neck as she held the slave collar in her other hand, memories bubbling up from that ancient source, the life that she felt like she lived some eons ago. As they clarified, she frowned at the sticky metal thing and flung it far away from the edge of the oasis, her powerful arm enough to send it many yards into the desert, where the shifting sands would hopefully consume it better than she could.
Bedazzled by heat, a full-grown male feline pulled his failing body across the ever-unfolding desert. He had run most of yesterday, pressed on through the night, and trudged ever forth this morning, fueled by little more than desperation. The night before last had been his final night as a captive, and that he swore upon. A year and a half of back-breaking labor and deprivation had finally been enough for him to commit to escape, or die trying.
When Eriko first beheld the oasis, he could hardly believe it was real. The brutality of the desert had him thinking that such a luscious place could not exist after all! With a cry, he lunged forward from his plodding walk, stubbing his toe in the process on some heavy object buried in the desert sand. Ignoring the pain and its source, Eriko continued to stagger onwards with renewed vigor, whimpering with excitement as the dry wind shifted and presented the heavenly aroma of blossoms in the sun, promising water at the very least for his parched body. Behind him, the object in the sand reflected the sun in a dull manner. It was a slave collar very much like the one around Eriko's neck.
Carefully, he descended into the small valley that contained the blessed place, and he could hear the sounds of a merrily flowing spring. Precious tears of relief cut down through his filthy face as he stumbled to the source, a beautful, pebbly pond surrounded by many trees, some of them bearing figs.
Eriko plunged his face into the delightfully cool water, sucking down as much of the drink as he could hold, mouth and throat and head aching with the sudden shock of the coldness. He rinsed off his face and paws and the stumbled back to sit down on the pebbly bank for a few moments. It was then he looked down, and noticed a stone that gleamed fiercely in the harsh sun. Eriko scooped it up, his heart suddenly lurching to a stop. It was a tiny charm that came from a necklace, one that was quite familiar to him. It belonged to Anya. Eriko opened up a pocket in his dirt-encrusted pants and pulled out a similar charm that she had given him, the last night they had seen each other.
Anya had been a companion of his in the dungeons. He kept her casual company as they got what sleep they could in the rushes spread upon the floors. Just friends of course, there was little energy available to them to have any more than hand-holding. The vixen's voice was a comfort to Eriko even as she laid out her fears, her beautiful grey eyes wide, pouring forth her thoughts as openly as her words. She had always lived near the desert, but had been captured when her trade caravan had been ambushed by the Master Lizard's patrols. She had been an attractive lady, and was one day selected to be a candidate to go live in the Master Lizard's palace. This was a mixed blessing. The Master Lizard's personal attendants lived a separate, secretive life. They were well fed, and had better accomodations than any other caste of slave, but they were also heavily drugged, mostly with assorted aprodesiacs. Every so often, the Master Lizard would disappear into his private quarters with one of the concubines, and not be seen for nearly a week. There seemed to be no trace of the girl when he emerged, though those who were close to the Master Lizard knew exactly where she was. For everyone else, the proof was there if you looked in the correct place, right in the Lizard's ever-growing midsection.
Many slave girls anticipated this, but by the time they were living the high life in the palace, they would gladly give themselves to the Master in their enthralled states. Despite how brutal and insane he was to his opponents,he was rumored to be a dedicated lover to his harem. However, this was because he reveled in the delicious power of transforming and twisting the girls into fully willing meals through his manipulations. Anya did not seem to desire such a fate for herself, despite all of her suffering. She dreamt of starting a new life with Eriko, and they made a pact to stick together, or at least find each other should they be separated.
The night Anya found out she would be taken away soon, Eriko comforted her as best as he could. She had been frantic. Eriko desperately wanted to escape with her, but he had been battling a fever for days and was barely awake. When the fever broke, Anya was gone and Eriko was left with nothing of her but one of the many charms from her necklace that he had carried so far today. All the other nearby slaves had been asleep at the time of her departure so nobody could say for sure whether the guards had escorted her away or if she had made it out on her own volition. That had been about a year ago.
Eriko's heart lurched into action again, if one of her charms were here, surely she had made it to this place! She must have escaped at some point! But... where was she? It had been a year after all, though, so she could be anywhere by now. Dead, even, but it killed him inside to even think of it. Eriko sighed.
So what now? He trudged over to where the fig trees hung low and picked a few of the fruits, splitting them with his claws and extracting the succulence inside, calming his empty, fretful belly as best as he could. They were delicious, though deep down the half-starved feline wished for a juicy steak.
His excitement sobered, Eriko licked his lips and fingers and began to ponder his fate. There seemed to be nobody at the oasis. The others were supposed to be gathering here too. One by one, slaves and captives had been escaping the clutches of the self-titled Master Lizard. Some faked their deaths, others had stolen enough bribe money or gained enough favor with the guards to be overlooked at a time of their choosing. The Master Lizard had a steady flow of prisoners, there was no loss to let the old ones perish as they fled into the desert, it made room for fresh captures to be housed and fed. He apparently did not count on their knowledge of the oasis, and it was a small beacon of hope that many slaves in the Master Lizard's city held deep within.
For Eriko though, that hope was becoming a guttering flame. His exhaustion had completely caught up with him and he lay there on his back, upon the sunny shore of the oasis pool. Nobody was here. And Eriko had no-where to go. It's not like Anya had anywhere to go either, being a nomad with no immediate family of her own. But she would have been some sort of loyal company, for Eriko was a fugitive from his own land. An ugly barfight which ended with a member of the nobility dead had branded him a murder, despite the fact that nobody seemed to know just who landed the killing blow in that epic brawl. Eriko was not a violent man but the fight had been a matter of honor that escalated and got way out of hand, involving too many people to sort out properly. Either way, Eriko had been singled out as responsible, and he fled his homeland before he was officially arrested. The penalty would probably turn out to be hard labor, or imprisonment, if not an outright execution. Death was almost preferable at this point. Eriko had no desire to be jailed again. Though, if the dungeon was deep and dark and cold, just maybe he could enjoy it. It would be an escape from this ever-bleaching sun!
The feline groaned under the oppresive glare. Fearing a bout of sunstroke after coming this far, the last of his survival instinct kicked in and he mustered enough energy to drag himself into the shade. There he lay for hours, drifting in and out of a restless sleep as the sun blazed across the sky, slowly robbing him of the trees' protection from its harsh rays. Even as the sun blared into his face once more, he attempted to stay asleep but he was overcome by the fierce heat and sat up slowly, bleary-eyed, achy, and quite unsatisfied by his nap. Itching intensely under the thick layer of accumulated dirt and sand embedded in his fur, Eriko arose and made his way back to the water, discarding his clothes along the way. After all, there was nobody here to see him naked. And at this point, he just didn't care.
Completely bared except for the dull metal slave's collar fused around his neck, he waded into the shallow water. He shuffled forward slowly, toward what should be a deeper part of the spring. He had gone a few yards and it was still only up to his knees. The pool seemed to curve around a bushy outcropping. Perhaps it was deeper around the bend. As Eriko got closer, a spicy, exciting scent fell upon him and despite the cold water creeping ever higher, threatening to lap at his most vulnerable of places, he felt himself becoming quite aroused.
Though he was sure he was alone, Eriko still blushed. It had been so long since he felt horny like this, he was too tired from his daily labors to support any sort of sex drive during his incarceration. He didn't want to extinguish the spark of passion miraculously blooming in his belly but the heat and discomfort drove him around the bend, and as his imagination promised, the pool before him was deep, so deep that you couldn't see the bottom, despite the clarity of the pure water.
But before he could lunge forth and plunge into it, his eyes finally registered a giant snake-body coiled atop a pile of rocks, hanging just over that coveted expanse of water. Hesitating, Eriko told himself as best as he could that it was probably sleeping, his discomfort trying to rationalize away his fear. Eriko scratched at his irritated scalp vigorously before that spicy smell got to his head again, and he gleefully abandoned his caution dipping as quietly as he could into the inviting pool before him.
He submerged himself, allowing the water to penetrate the entirety of his matted coat. It was invigorating and chilly, and it felt wonderful to shed those gritty accumulations. He surfaced some yards away, quite a bit closer to the rocky overhang than he would have liked to be. His eyes nervously flicked to the top, where he'd seen the snake, and his body jolted with shock as he realized the thing was looking right at him.
It was definitely female, and definitely no real snake. She had a graceful head that was more draconic than serpentine, and her long arms framed an impressive pair of breasts. Most of her coils were piled atop the rock still, but the end of that immense tail hung off, the tip flicking at the water gently.
What riveted Eriko the most though, were her huge grey eyes. Exotic, but oh-so-familiar. They seemed to see and know Eriko's past, present, and future. Images of Anya skipped across his mind vividly and playfully. His arousal renewed itself as that spicy, intoxicating perfume washed over his face again. It was coming from her, no doubt.
She beckoned to him, not only with a gesture, but with her mind. He could feel her reaching forth, touching his thoughts, as he tread in the sparkling water. He was compelled, quite suddenly, to swim towards that tailtip that was lackadaisically continuing to draw circles on the water's surface.
What am I doing? He thought as he came into contact with the tail. Before he could think again though, it looped around him suddenly, hauling him powerfully out of the water and up onto the rock. His eyes locked with hers again, and she pulled him into a firm embrace, squashing the soggy cheetah against her huge sun-warmed breasts. His arousal roared to the forefront of his mind, precum dribbling from his cocktip as her soft snakey skin teased at his belly.
With a deep chuckle, she slid upwards, aligning her crotch with Eriko's. Quite suddenly, he found his erection pressing against what had to be her feminine folds. Apparently she was pretty horny too, as the oversized pussy threatend to engulf the whole of his genitals with ease. Eriko looked up at his lover, and she smiled at him, her eyes full of fondness. The last of his misgivings flittered away from her deep gaze and he let his cock slip into her greedy nethers. The succulent tunnel dwarfed his average-sized member, but it had become so hypersensitive and excited by her sheer aura that the sloppy, loose embrace of her pussy was more than enough to lead him to the heights of ecstasy.
Eriko felt energized in her presence, and the pleasure came easily. Their lovemaking ensued with such intensity that both parties had orgasmed all too quickly and Eriko was aching for more. His partner graciously obliged. The only thing that penetrated through the joy of their ongoing sex was the incessant beatdown of the sunlight upon Eriko's rapidly drying body. But the snake, the naga, for that's what she was- her cunny was almost as cool and refreshing as the springs he had been plucked from. He was suddenly possessed by the insane desire to burrow into her somehow, to escape the opression of the burning sun and stay so close to his marvelous new companion.
He sagged, exhaustion enveloping him once more as the heat seeped into him. The naga caressed him gently and lovingly as he lay there uselessly. A long, forked tongue lapped out and tugged at one of his ears. Eriko shivered, her tongue and breath were as delightfully chilled as her nethers. She continued, her tongue darting out in strokes, crossing his face, like a cool wet rag used to soothe a raging fever, as the tiny breezes her breaths created rustled his hair.
Eriko reached forward to stroke her elegant face, his soaked member slipping from where it had been buried. He regretted leaving it, but he wanted to show this glorious creature his gratitude somehow. He tried to speak but his throat was dry, his thirst from earlier returned to him with a vengeance. She placed a finger to the cracked lips of his muzzle, and offered herself to him yet again, this time it was one of her well-rounded breasts, the thick nipple dribbling slightly as he obediently pressed his mouth to it. Its liquid squirted onto his probing tongue with ease, more like a fluid nectar than a creamy milk.
It was pulling him even deeper into her thrall, he was hers, physically, mentally, and now chemically. And he was okay with that. She provided a feeling of comfort he had not experienced in decades. Far away, he felt half-dead from his ordeal, but he also felt more relaxed and fulfilled and safe than he could ever believe he'd feel again. So there was very little reaction from Eriko as she opened her maw before him, and closed the tip over his head, gently tilting his face upward in her jaws, giving him a good look into the dark tunnel of her purplish throat. Gusts of chill breath spilled forth, tantalizing the half-delirious Eriko. He heard onminous gurgling, far away, and those slave girls of the Master Lizard played across his mind, unbidden. But as disturbing as the thought seemed to him in the past, it was only turning him on now, as he gazed towards what he realized what was to be his fate.
Her mouth descended upon him completely, every bit as cool and inviting as it promised to be. She was eating him! All of her loving seduction, leading up to this. He was to be nothing but a churning mass in her gut. He couldn't believe what he was doing as he leaned into her, feeding his body into her gaping gullet, allowing the gentle vice of her jaw to steal the last of his mobility. Eriko's arms and legs hung uselessly, his erection dragging against her breasts until she lifted the parts of him that were protruding from her mouth, grasping him as effortly as one would a sandwich, pushing him inwards firmly until her throat finally worked around his drool-soaked shoulders and secured a good grip. She let her innards take over at that point, as peristalsis began to drag Eriko inexorably downwards.
Eriko experienced constant waves of pleasure as more and more of his body slipped into her mouth, wrapping him in a cool sheath of her flesh, pulling him far and away from the harsh, unrelenting sunlight forever. His arms, his thighs, his knees and ankles, all disappeared in succession, completing the sizable bulge he had become in the naga's underbelly. She squeezed his footpaws in her hand affectionately before stretching her mouth over them and pulling them in as well. She let her mouth hang open slightly, allowing his tailtip to follow him down smoothly.
Eriko's tired eyes could rest, no need to see in this dark but complete world of rich, tactile sensation. And so many feelings there were, as the slimy, powerful walls of her guts kneaded and manipulated his surrendered form. He longed to become one with the fleshy recesses of her body, happy to give up his own to exult in such everlasting bliss, to fill and satiate this infintely sexy creature that pleasured him so. Eriko orgasmed quite suddenly as this thought gripped his mind, his helpless, constricted spasms discernable through the naga's soft shining skin.
With a smile, Eriko stopped breathing, he didn't really need to now that he was food. Still, the sensations continued as he was squeezed into her clamoring stomach, a gift from the naga to his somehow lingering conciousness, to experience the unique workings of her simple yet amazing digestive system. He had no need to run anymore, as he was guided and dropped into his destintion. He had a place inside her.
The deep creases of her stomach rose and folded around him, digestive ooze pouring in to coat his already soggy form. He could still move, if a bit feebly. He could feel her squeezing him from outside, exulting in being filled by him.
As disoriented as he was, Eriko still tingled and throbbed with ecstasy as he was cradled in the transformative grip of her stomach, his body becoming less solid, inside and out, with each churn. He seemed to float there for a sweet eternity, as the wonderful coolness of her innards completely penetrated and soothed the core of him that was so tired of the heat.
This isn't so bad, Eriko thought. Guiltily, he thought of Anya, becoming no more than a curvaceous bulge in sensuous reptilian flesh, her legs kicking not with fear, but with pleasure. He fantasized about her being deposited into the stomach that contained him, pulling her beautful, familiar shape into a sticky, gooey embrace that kneaded them both into one mushy mess. Her name drifted to his lips but only escaped as a moaning gurgle, his body no longer truly his own.
His liquefying form quivered one final time with one last, strange climax as he dispersed for good, becoming hardly discernable from the rest of the goo sloshing about in the naga's digestive chambers. As his remains were absorbed, some of them drained even deeper into her lengthy body, his awareness finally detached, and Eriko decended into a deep dreamlike state. His last concious thought was of Anya, that she was closer to him than he dared to dream...
The naga mentally reached out and carefully cupped Eriko's fluttering spirit, as one would cup one's hands around an escaping butterfly. Pulling his precious soul deep within her as she had claimed his physical self, she hoped she was doing this correctly. Though she was guided by her instinct, this was her first sentient meal, and a precious one at that. Eriko was hers now. She smiled as she thought of the muscle and fat that he would provide to her young, slender body. Eriko would be only the first of many to become one with her dreamed-of girth, but there was more to it than that. The naga couldn't exactly remember why this Eriko was so special to her, she just knew what she had to do. Someday, she hoped to create a new serpentine figure for Eriko's hoarded essence to occupy. It was very important. He had been little more than an irresistable morsel to her in his feline form, but she looked forward to having his company as a fellow naga, as an equal. It was something to do with her past life. Some promise she had made to this "Eriko".
Her slow, fuzzy thoughts were interrupted with a jolt in her belly. Something inside needed to be expelled. All orifices led to her digestive system, so it was not difficult or even uncomfortable to trigger an evacuation. Brushing a clawed hand gently and methodically across her sizable clit, she worked up an expulsive orgasm, grunting with pleasure as an excess of Eriko's remains were discharged as thick, frothy cum. She reached down, grabbing at herself as a slimy, hard, round object passed through her glistening vaginal lips. Holding it up for inspection, the dull sheen through its slimy patina was as familiar to her as Eriko.
Her long fingers brushed along her supple, bare neck as she held the slave collar in her other hand, memories bubbling up from that ancient source, the life that she felt like she lived some eons ago. As they clarified, she frowned at the sticky metal thing and flung it far away from the edge of the oasis, her powerful arm enough to send it many yards into the desert, where the shifting sands would hopefully consume it better than she could.
*Contains some non-gory digestion.*
It's been awfully hot this summer where I live. So I decided to write a little story about escaping the heat! I started it a while ago, and pruned it down into something a bit more coherent and streamlined.
Something of note, I'd like to think that nagas could regulate their temperatures using subtle elemental magics. It's easy to entice prey inside if you offer an environment far superior than their current one!
Another good example would be a naga with toasty warm insides living in the middle of a frozen wasteland, appearing to a lost traveller. Might be fun to write in the winter.
Please login to post a comment.
Posted by Leika 17 years ago Report
What a sweet story. I love your descriptions of how cool she was inside, it's a very unique change from the usual intense warmth within a predator.
Posted by ganon2280 17 years ago Report
great story will there be a sequil.
Posted by Syndrome 17 years ago Report
I really and truly enjoyed that my dear! Bravo! This was a very unique story for me, I usually write/aim for stories in which the prey is in a constant struggle with the predator. I can't think of any thing other to say than I just loved this!
Posted by autarch7 17 years ago Report
You've quickly become my favorite author/artist here. Thanks for the new story!
Posted by AnastasiaFrostbite 16 years ago Report
I loved the story and I find it sweet that Eriko did end up with Anya in the end, albeit not the way he had intended. I would love to see a sequel to this story and I am very curious as to how Anya was turned into a naga in the first place.
Posted by RenicofVore 14 years ago Report
I agree with the large sentiment here, I would love to see s equal of this story, and I love how the two lovers ended up together, and that he was more than just a meal to her.