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Little one shot story playing with the idea.

Cover by GK", "writing": "Far to the east, near where the grasslands roll into the ocean, there sits a small and peaceful kingdom. It only has a few towns and villages, as well as a single castle to which the Lamba King rules with a hand-me-down crown made of wood. Studded not in jewels but steel rivets. They are peaceful people, humble and quiet. The farms produce enough for everybody to be well fed but not enough to trade. The ocean provides fish and sand and occasionally pearls but there is only enough for a few to enjoy such pleasantries. Even the mines produce little but iron and coal. It is a kingdom without gold or diamonds, without fancy magics or centuries of deep mystical lores. \n\nWhile the kingdom did not have much in the way of monsters and demons, it did have one particularly odd exception. An old Serpent, with scales of gold and rich blues. While the monster normally stayed within the mountains bordering this kingdom and the others, it had started to grow restless. When it finally started to leave its home, it did not slither down to the golden halls of the Deera. Nor did it did not creep along the silver towers of the Mousen. It did not even bother to turn its eyes to the lush and bountiful wilds of the Wolfa. No, this smart and sly Serpent used all of its cunning and all of its magic to creep between the old wooden floorboards of the Lamba people. In search, and in desire, of anything… Soft. \n\nIt stole pillows, snatched up sweet fabrics and slunk back home with bags full of cotton. For years nobody bothered this powerful but strange Serpent as they found its obsession to be harmless and in some ways even cute. That was until so many moons ago when it crept beneath the walls of the lone Lamba castle and stole away with the most valuable, soft and fluffy thing in the kingdom. The Princess herself. \n\nSinful monsters always find themselves obsessed with princesses. Usually it was for the blessed magic that flowed through royal veins. The wrathful for example will tear down walls and burn entire villages to claim a princess as a trophy, and use her body as a shield so that no mortal weapon could be raised against them. The greedy meanwhile would steal them away, and use their life to bargain for vast riches from the deepest reaches of the underworld. Arraka, the great magical Serpent of the mountains, was in fact the Serpent of Envy. His cold body and colder mountain home caused him to want not for riches and power but rather, he desired the warmth and caring softness that the Lamba was prized for. None realized this until it was too late to stop him. \n\nPrincess Mary Rosemeadow the 3rd was sure of a rescue from the minute that a dozen cold, magical hands appeared out of thin air, grabbed her from her bed and spirited her away from her home. The Serpent showered her in flattery and gifts but she would turn her nose up to it all. You see, she was certain above all else that his promises of being married to him would never come to pass. For several moons she continued to ignore him and stay strong against his impolite wandering hands and lecherous gaze. \n\nBut nobody ever came. \n\nHer kingdom was too small to have great knights, or wise mages. It lacked the money needed to buy such help from outsiders, and everytime they asked the other kingdoms for advice they always got the same answer. The Serpent of Envy was a powerful beast, that even a great kingdom with a small army of loyal adventurers would struggle dearly to tear what it loves from its many, many, hands.\n\nBy the end of the first week they were married. A powerful act that allowed him to lay claim to everything she owned, from her titles and rank, to her magic and soul. She refused to give him her mind, but he did not want that to begin with. \n\nIt had been two months since then. \n\nMary sat on a large velvet pillow. Her cold and distant eyes looking over a huge book that was filled with exotic fairy tales from far off lands. While she attempted to let her mind wander, in hopes of escaping the mountain in some form, it was proving difficult as several of Arraka’s floating hands were rubbing her body shamelessly. They pet her hair, rubbed her arms and stroked her stomach under her dress. She tried to pay them no mind but they proved just distracting enough to pull her focus back to reality. \n\nArraka meanwhile was deep below her. The great library that Arraka called home having been flooded with an ocean of pillows and blankets over the years. While Mary could quite easily walk on the surface of this plush ocean, Arraka meanwhile slithered below it like a nerdy sea Serpent. He lay coiled up in a small pillowy den, his many hands holding several books for references while several more worked to put together a magical device. He focused deeply on the task in front of him but paused every so often to take a sip of his tea. \n\nSuddenly, the final pieces of copper and gold were pulled together and clicked into place. Arraka let out a satisfied hiss at finally finishing, and quickly finished the rest of his tea as well. He extended his hands, sending his empty tea cup and the old books on a journey back to where he had gotten them from. \n\nHe slithered through the pillows and rose out of the surface a short distance from Mary. He flicked his fork tongue towards her, tasting the heat and magic flowing through her young body. Dipping back down, he quietly approached before poking his head out just behind her. Arrka took the device he had just put together and placed it against her thick, fluffy head wool. Arraka rubbed the smooth metal against her, over her head and arms and back. Eventually the strange alloys it was made from started to draw the royal energy out of her body like a magnet. Static cracked against her wool and the device soon lit up with life and power. \n\nArrakka left an extra hand to help brush the now frizzy wool he had caused while he sank below the pillows to continue his plans. He went down deep into the plush ocean and snuck into a duct that ran inside of the walls. He followed the maze of tunnels around, knowing each and every corner like his own scales, before coming to a larger opening. A gap between stones where a large amount of mechanical objects had been fitted. Arraka placed the newly finished piece in the very center and like some clockwork heart, it began to bring to life all the other gold gears, copper springs, and magically glowing runes. He hissed in pride and slipped back down into the duct before he could be caught between the now moving gears. \n\nAs he left the duct he used his hands to close it up with thick metal and seal it tightly so that only he could enter it from now on. From there he moved back to Mary and rose up behind her. He coiled around where she sat, forming a shiny scaly wall between her and the library. His hands slipped from her dress and hair and moved to hold her shoulders and head. He turned her to look at him, to make sure she was paying attention, before coming close and running his thick tongue across her face. \n\nHe hissed sweet words at her and mentioned a present. A gift for the two months they had been together. Mary would have turned her nose up at him but as his hands held her head in place, she instead rolled her eyes. He was not insulted by her attitude, and in fact found it quite pleasing. He licked her face again as if to reward her for being sassy towards him, covering her fine fur in slimy snake spit. \n\nHis hands turned her wet face upwards to the dark, cold, stone ceiling above. Arraka spoke with long hissing words, drawing forth ancient tones that none had heard in an eon, while many hands appeared around him and grasped at each other to form symbols and runes. All of a sudden the ceiling lit up like the sun. Mary clenched her dry eyes and this time he did let her turn her face away. After getting used to the brilliant light she squinted up to find the ceiling now looked like a huge skylight. With sunlight pouring in, and clouds flowing over a blue sky. She could even smell the grass of her meadow filled kingdom but she was not sure if that was just her mind playing tricks on her. \n\nArraka explained that for the past month he had been experimenting with the odd energy that flows through her royal blood. While it was not something he had planned on doing originally, as time went on he thought it a waste to not use such ancient magics. The result of this experimentation was the “Viewing portal” above them. It was not some simple illusion but rather a projected portal of the sky itself, the sunlight, wind and smell of flowers as real as the clouds that floated past. He then remarked that while he disliked the cold wind and rough ground of the outside world, the warm sun and sweet smells were always so very pleasant. As such this portal was a gift for the both of them to enjoy. \n\nMary sarcastically thanked him and showed no appreciation to the wonder he had crafted for her. She hoped to dismiss his attempts at flattery and charm but Arraka once more enjoyed her dismissive attitude. He admitted in fact that this amazing construct was still nothing more than an early attempt at using the magical power that lay inside of her, and in time he had no doubts it would pale in comparison to what came next. Mary let out a huff.\n\nHe then reminded her that this was their two month anniversary and as such, she should also give him a pleasant gift in return. His hands started to pull at her dress and Mary simply lifted her arms up so that it would not tear. Her crown fell from her head but a hand grabbed it before it could touch the pillows. She did not want him to remove her dress of course but she knew very clearly by now that if she resisted in any way he would just grab her with more and more hands until she could not do anything of her own volition. It was a small victory in her mind to at least keep the freedom of movement instead of being paraded around like a puppet on a hundred strings. \n\nArraka used his dozens of hands to hold her in the air as he pulled off her bloomers and slippers. After putting her back down on the pillows, she stayed naked for only a second as he brought over a thin nightgown. It was short but also so blatantly see-through that it could never provide any form of modesty anyway. After putting the nightgown on her, he used his many hands to rustle her hair back and forth until it looked like she had just gotten out of bed after a long rest. As one final touch, he placed her crown back onto her ruffled hair. Arraka flicked his tongue towards her happily and let out a satisfied hiss at the alluring display he had created of her. \n\nNow that she was dressed in a way that pleased him, Arraka took hold of her and pushed her into a position fitting her attire. A whorish pose that had her kneeling with spread legs and her back arched so much that her eyes were turned high above her. Her arms as well were put behind her head, the result of which caused her chest to be pushed forward.\n\nWith his many hands helping to cradle and give comfort to the pose, he brought over a small canvas and many paints from across the library. Mary sighed and simply let him work. He could dictate her clothing and the pose to which she would be stuck in for the next few hours but her face was always a cold mask of dismissiveness. Arraka though did not seem to care. He painted honestly, with his many hands in view, and her expression being exact to the smallest detail. \n\nWhile it did take several hours for him to finish, this was in practice far faster than any other painter could achieve. His dozens of hands after all can work in perfect unison, moving several small brushes across the canvas like so many dancers across a ballroom. In these few hours he had managed to put together a piece that would normally take a master more than a week to craft. \n\nArraka was clearly proud as he finally let Mary go and let her drop down onto a large pillow underneath. He turned the canvas towards her, to let her see what he had depicted and her stomach turned. She looked like some cheap harlot that you would be able to buy for a handful of copper behind a tavern. Even the royal crown she wore looked like a cheap prop due to its humble, wooden, construction. Even worse was the smug smile Arraka wore and the deep sense of satisfaction in his glowing purple eyes. Mary rolled her stiff neck and then turned her eyes away from the painting, her nose in the air. \n\nA single hand stayed on her body, holding her arm tightly, while the rest moved under the large pillow she laid on. They easily lifted her into the air and began to follow Arraka as he quickly slithered across the library. Together they made their way to the far end where a huge, mostly blank, wall sat. In one corner of this wall was a series of paintings, each of Mary.\nThe one at the far left was her in a wedding dress, a defeated and concerned expression adoring her beautiful face. The next dozen were painted on different days of the honeymoon. Each more progressively lurid and pornographic than the last, with the final one being so disgustingly crass that she still refused to look at it. Several others were taken during various moments between the end of the honeymoon and now. Most had a lewd tone to them, with Mary posing suggestively, wearing very little or anything, or even being in the middle of intercourse. Arraka hung the newest painting in a gold frame, next to the ‘one month anniversary’ painting. \n\nMary could tell he was reminiscing as he looked over his paintings of her. These mundane moments or simple acts of debauchery being something he held close to his heart, for some unknown reason that Mary could not and did not want to understand. \n\nWith that sorted, Arraka then carried her across the library once more to a large, round, tea table. A few of his hands were already here, laying out cups and a teapot on a large white tablecloth while something else lay under a small, light blue, cloth. He placed her down, pillow and all, at the edge of the table before ducking down under the pillows and emerging right next to Mary. He looked at her eagerly as he pulled over the covered object. She glanced at him for a moment and felt unnerved with how much he was staring at her. \n\nPulling off the cover, he revealed the object to be a sizable cake. It smelled rich and sweet, with thick cream and dark chocolate under blue frosting. Mary was enthralled right away and leaned in to get a closer look. Arraka liked her interest and cut a slice for her. Mary could tell right away how quality this piece of confection was. Even her royal family only ever got something this good on special occasions. \n\nArraka held the cut of cake in his cold, magical, hands and brought it close for Mary. In an instant Mary understood what he wanted from her and while it was undignified, she could not resist. Leaning forward, she brushed her hair away from her face and took a small bite of the cake. It tasted even better than she had imagined and she went straight for a second bite quickly. As she enjoyed herself, Arraka took to the tea and used his magic to quickly heat the water within the tea pot before taking a pinch of several herbs and adding them. He mixed in a slight amount of sugar and some roots before putting the lid on and heating it further to the perfect stewing temperature. \n\nHe poured out two cups of this tea and slid one over to Mary who had just nearly finished her slice of cake. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and carefully gifted the large cup up to her stained mouth before blowing softly across the steaming water. She breathed in the spicy vapors and gave it a sip to find it even more flavorful. A sweet and earth mix, with noticeable amounts of ginger and licorice. Mary took the last bit of the slice with her own fingers and threw it into her mouth before washing it down with more tea. \n\nNo sooner had she finished sipping her tea that Arraka had another piece in hand. Her gaze hardened and she refused to eat anymore. Arraka flicked his tongue at her and summoned several hands to take hold of her arms, her body, stomach, back and head. He held her tightly in place and shoved her forward towards the hand holding the second slice of cake. He prodded her mouth with it but she remained tight lipped and stubborn. \n\nArraka smiled. His hands loosened their hold but did not let go. Slithering closer to her he used his many hands to pet her wooly body gently. He then told her that he had noticed her eating less in the past few weeks and that the last thing he would want is for her to grow thin and weak. Mary snapped her eyes away from his gaze but her reaction told him everything he wanted to know. He threw the cake into his mouth and easily swallowed it whole. A length of his body rose up from under the pillows, parting her legs and lifting her butt off her ankles. He licked his scaly lips and spoke, that he knew much more fun ways of working up an appetite if boredom was her problem. \n\nHis body flowed between her legs, rubbing the golden underside against her fluffy privates. The ridges and thick textures of the scales had Mary blushing in seconds but still she refused to give him any sort of reaction. The hands forced her arms behind her, and pushed her hips against his body in a way that gave the impression of a passionate lover riding her partner. As if to aid her arousal, more cold hands appeared around her stomach and tail.\n\nAs Mary’s brow furrowed and her body began to grow warm, she felt something poke her lips again. She cracked an eye open to find Arrka had plucked her another large slice of cake for her. He stood there, his head and neck at least, peacefully sipping tea while watching her intently. It was clear to her that he was waiting to see what her next move would be. She took a moment to think, to consider options and what he would be expecting her to do… Before simply opening her mouth. Arraka narrowed his eyes in suspicion of her compliance but pushed a chunk of cake into her mouth all the same. \n\nAs she sat chewing on the cake, the length of body under her came to a stop. She could feel the scales pressed against her nethers to be warmer than the ones that came before, and noticeably a little softer. With the help of a few of his hands a pair of considerable and strange looking dicks emerged. Slick and rank, one pressed against her stomach while he other lay on the underside of her tail. The hands holding her in place wasted no time in smoothly lifting her up before holding her exactly where they wanted her to be, and forcing her down in one long motion. Her chewing stopped as she braced herself and tried to adjust. Arraka gave her little time however as the hands and his strong body alike began to bounce her up and down like a slow canter of a horse.\n\nShe swallowed the mashed up remains of the rich chocolate and thick creams in her mouth and went straight in for another bite. Her face burned red as Arraka lazily sipped his tea and began to compliment the sexual features of her body. Sparing no detail in how wonderfully soft and warm her body was. Or how much he loved the feeling of her sweat soaked fluffy nethers cushioning the blow as they met in the middle of every motion. His words were long and lurid, as romantic as they were pornographic. Mary let out a long breath from her nose and swallowed the mouthful of cake before sighing further. His ways of mating were rough and demanding but worse than that, they were delightfully pleasurable. She hated how much her body liked this treatment, and refused to even think about why the second one even felt good at all. \n\nMary took yet another bite and leaned her head back. The heat of the sun above was intense and it had her sweating far faster than usual. Despite the heat and the quick bouncy pace of Arraka’s love making, she remained quite calm, save for her heavier breathing and occasional twitch of the tail. \n\nAs she forced the piece of cake down her throat, she dropped her head forward and looked down at the table as her stomach turned. The bouncing and richness not mixing nicely in the slightest but just as she was about to reject the cake within her, two hands suddenly appeared and began to tightly hold her muzzle closed. They pulled her head back, forcing her eyes to close due to the brightness of the sun. Arraka then hissed right into her ear, his head having moved faster than she had seen. He told her to not play that type of game with him, and to remember that any courtesy or politeness he had given her was not permanent. He continued to hold her muzzle until she swallowed the mess she was about to make, and then asked if she understood. She nodded and his head withdrew back to the side of the table. He smiled sweetly at her, and stopped her from bouncing for just a moment. His hands patted her back and rubbed her stomach while others brought her lukewarm tea over for her to drink from. \n\nNow that she was hydrated and less nauseous he flicked his tongue at her and forced her head down onto the table. His body wrapped around her own, trapping her arms to her side while his hands helped her to ram into her hand enough to knock spit from her mouth. She grit her teeth, catching herself at the last minute from letting out some crude noise. Arraka gave her a few more harder thrusts, just to remind her of how difficult he could be, before slowing down and taking an easier pace. \n\nA hand brought a pillow over for her to lay her head on. And he made sure she was comfortable before continuing to use her body for pleasure. She lay there for a while in the sun baked library, his cold body refreshing against her hot fur. Her breathing was hot and heavy, slow and shaky but still she tried to pace herself. She knew it was a futile gesture as he could easily control when he would orgasm but at least it made it easier on herself to not have to endure the embarrassment of letting out a bleat more than needed. \n\nTurning her head around on the pillow, she found that Arraka had another canvas with him and was quite happily painting the scene in front of him. His dearest wife, the princess of the Lamba kingdom, bent over, tied down, sweating heavily with chocolate splattered across her muzzle. The thin nightgown she wore hid nothing of her curves, while her calm expression only added to the fact she could handle two well sized male parts at the same time. Oh what a scene it was. \n\nHe let her know that they would be mating for several hours, until his painting was done. And then, they would go enjoy the hot springs together before turning to the bedroom for yet more delicious fun together. He promised her in fact, that he would continue to do this until she ate properly. She glared at him and then turned her head back away from him. \n\nShe spoke. That she would eat as much as he wished, if he would stop keeping her up so late every night with his desires. Arraka laughed. He admitted that he had been overzealous in his passions and would indeed let her sleep more at night. As he spoke however his hands pulled her head back around to look at him. He just had one stipulation to the agreement. He wanted her to look him in the eyes when she started bleating. So that he could paint a new, rare, sight. \n\nMary frowned, the corners of her mouth dropping low as she continued to glare at him.\nAfter a minute she closed her eyes, and gave him a single meek nod.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Far to the east, near where the grasslands roll into the ocean, there sits a small and peaceful kingdom. It only has a few towns and villages, as well as a single castle to which the Lamba King rules with a hand-me-down crown made of wood. Studded not in jewels but steel rivets. They are peaceful people, humble and quiet. The farms produce enough for everybody to be well fed but not enough to trade. The ocean provides fish and sand and occasionally pearls but there is only enough for a few to enjoy such pleasantries. Even the mines produce little but iron and coal. It is a kingdom without gold or diamonds, without fancy magics or centuries of deep mystical lores.

While the kingdom did not have much in the way of monsters and demons, it did have one particularly odd exception. An old Serpent, with scales of gold and rich blues. While the monster normally stayed within the mountains bordering this kingdom and the others, it had started to grow restless. When it finally started to leave its home, it did not slither down to the golden halls of the Deera. Nor did it did not creep along the silver towers of the Mousen. It did not even bother to turn its eyes to the lush and bountiful wilds of the Wolfa. No, this smart and sly Serpent used all of its cunning and all of its magic to creep between the old wooden floorboards of the Lamba people. In search, and in desire, of anything… Soft.

It stole pillows, snatched up sweet fabrics and slunk back home with bags full of cotton. For years nobody bothered this powerful but strange Serpent as they found its obsession to be harmless and in some ways even cute. That was until so many moons ago when it crept beneath the walls of the lone Lamba castle and stole away with the most valuable, soft and fluffy thing in the kingdom. The Princess herself.

Sinful monsters always find themselves obsessed with princesses. Usually it was for the blessed magic that flowed through royal veins. The wrathful for example will tear down walls and burn entire villages to claim a princess as a trophy, and use her body as a shield so that no mortal weapon could be raised against them. The greedy meanwhile would steal them away, and use their life to bargain for vast riches from the deepest reaches of the underworld. Arraka, the great magical Serpent of the mountains, was in fact the Serpent of Envy. His cold body and colder mountain home caused him to want not for riches and power but rather, he desired the warmth and caring softness that the Lamba was prized for. None realized this until it was too late to stop him.

Princess Mary Rosemeadow the 3rd was sure of a rescue from the minute that a dozen cold, magical hands appeared out of thin air, grabbed her from her bed and spirited her away from her home. The Serpent showered her in flattery and gifts but she would turn her nose up to it all. You see, she was certain above all else that his promises of being married to him would never come to pass. For several moons she continued to ignore him and stay strong against his impolite wandering hands and lecherous gaze.

But nobody ever came.

Her kingdom was too small to have great knights, or wise mages. It lacked the money needed to buy such help from outsiders, and everytime they asked the other kingdoms for advice they always got the same answer. The Serpent of Envy was a powerful beast, that even a great kingdom with a small army of loyal adventurers would struggle dearly to tear what it loves from its many, many, hands.

By the end of the first week they were married. A powerful act that allowed him to lay claim to everything she owned, from her titles and rank, to her magic and soul. She refused to give him her mind, but he did not want that to begin with.

It had been two months since then.

Mary sat on a large velvet pillow. Her cold and distant eyes looking over a huge book that was filled with exotic fairy tales from far off lands. While she attempted to let her mind wander, in hopes of escaping the mountain in some form, it was proving difficult as several of Arraka’s floating hands were rubbing her body shamelessly. They pet her hair, rubbed her arms and stroked her stomach under her dress. She tried to pay them no mind but they proved just distracting enough to pull her focus back to reality.

Arraka meanwhile was deep below her. The great library that Arraka called home having been flooded with an ocean of pillows and blankets over the years. While Mary could quite easily walk on the surface of this plush ocean, Arraka meanwhile slithered below it like a nerdy sea Serpent. He lay coiled up in a small pillowy den, his many hands holding several books for references while several more worked to put together a magical device. He focused deeply on the task in front of him but paused every so often to take a sip of his tea.

Suddenly, the final pieces of copper and gold were pulled together and clicked into place. Arraka let out a satisfied hiss at finally finishing, and quickly finished the rest of his tea as well. He extended his hands, sending his empty tea cup and the old books on a journey back to where he had gotten them from.

He slithered through the pillows and rose out of the surface a short distance from Mary. He flicked his fork tongue towards her, tasting the heat and magic flowing through her young body. Dipping back down, he quietly approached before poking his head out just behind her. Arrka took the device he had just put together and placed it against her thick, fluffy head wool. Arraka rubbed the smooth metal against her, over her head and arms and back. Eventually the strange alloys it was made from started to draw the royal energy out of her body like a magnet. Static cracked against her wool and the device soon lit up with life and power.

Arrakka left an extra hand to help brush the now frizzy wool he had caused while he sank below the pillows to continue his plans. He went down deep into the plush ocean and snuck into a duct that ran inside of the walls. He followed the maze of tunnels around, knowing each and every corner like his own scales, before coming to a larger opening. A gap between stones where a large amount of mechanical objects had been fitted. Arraka placed the newly finished piece in the very center and like some clockwork heart, it began to bring to life all the other gold gears, copper springs, and magically glowing runes. He hissed in pride and slipped back down into the duct before he could be caught between the now moving gears.

As he left the duct he used his hands to close it up with thick metal and seal it tightly so that only he could enter it from now on. From there he moved back to Mary and rose up behind her. He coiled around where she sat, forming a shiny scaly wall between her and the library. His hands slipped from her dress and hair and moved to hold her shoulders and head. He turned her to look at him, to make sure she was paying attention, before coming close and running his thick tongue across her face.

He hissed sweet words at her and mentioned a present. A gift for the two months they had been together. Mary would have turned her nose up at him but as his hands held her head in place, she instead rolled her eyes. He was not insulted by her attitude, and in fact found it quite pleasing. He licked her face again as if to reward her for being sassy towards him, covering her fine fur in slimy snake spit.

His hands turned her wet face upwards to the dark, cold, stone ceiling above. Arraka spoke with long hissing words, drawing forth ancient tones that none had heard in an eon, while many hands appeared around him and grasped at each other to form symbols and runes. All of a sudden the ceiling lit up like the sun. Mary clenched her dry eyes and this time he did let her turn her face away. After getting used to the brilliant light she squinted up to find the ceiling now looked like a huge skylight. With sunlight pouring in, and clouds flowing over a blue sky. She could even smell the grass of her meadow filled kingdom but she was not sure if that was just her mind playing tricks on her.

Arraka explained that for the past month he had been experimenting with the odd energy that flows through her royal blood. While it was not something he had planned on doing originally, as time went on he thought it a waste to not use such ancient magics. The result of this experimentation was the “Viewing portal” above them. It was not some simple illusion but rather a projected portal of the sky itself, the sunlight, wind and smell of flowers as real as the clouds that floated past. He then remarked that while he disliked the cold wind and rough ground of the outside world, the warm sun and sweet smells were always so very pleasant. As such this portal was a gift for the both of them to enjoy.

Mary sarcastically thanked him and showed no appreciation to the wonder he had crafted for her. She hoped to dismiss his attempts at flattery and charm but Arraka once more enjoyed her dismissive attitude. He admitted in fact that this amazing construct was still nothing more than an early attempt at using the magical power that lay inside of her, and in time he had no doubts it would pale in comparison to what came next. Mary let out a huff.

He then reminded her that this was their two month anniversary and as such, she should also give him a pleasant gift in return. His hands started to pull at her dress and Mary simply lifted her arms up so that it would not tear. Her crown fell from her head but a hand grabbed it before it could touch the pillows. She did not want him to remove her dress of course but she knew very clearly by now that if she resisted in any way he would just grab her with more and more hands until she could not do anything of her own volition. It was a small victory in her mind to at least keep the freedom of movement instead of being paraded around like a puppet on a hundred strings.

Arraka used his dozens of hands to hold her in the air as he pulled off her bloomers and slippers. After putting her back down on the pillows, she stayed naked for only a second as he brought over a thin nightgown. It was short but also so blatantly see-through that it could never provide any form of modesty anyway. After putting the nightgown on her, he used his many hands to rustle her hair back and forth until it looked like she had just gotten out of bed after a long rest. As one final touch, he placed her crown back onto her ruffled hair. Arraka flicked his tongue towards her happily and let out a satisfied hiss at the alluring display he had created of her.

Now that she was dressed in a way that pleased him, Arraka took hold of her and pushed her into a position fitting her attire. A whorish pose that had her kneeling with spread legs and her back arched so much that her eyes were turned high above her. Her arms as well were put behind her head, the result of which caused her chest to be pushed forward.

With his many hands helping to cradle and give comfort to the pose, he brought over a small canvas and many paints from across the library. Mary sighed and simply let him work. He could dictate her clothing and the pose to which she would be stuck in for the next few hours but her face was always a cold mask of dismissiveness. Arraka though did not seem to care. He painted honestly, with his many hands in view, and her expression being exact to the smallest detail.

While it did take several hours for him to finish, this was in practice far faster than any other painter could achieve. His dozens of hands after all can work in perfect unison, moving several small brushes across the canvas like so many dancers across a ballroom. In these few hours he had managed to put together a piece that would normally take a master more than a week to craft.

Arraka was clearly proud as he finally let Mary go and let her drop down onto a large pillow underneath. He turned the canvas towards her, to let her see what he had depicted and her stomach turned. She looked like some cheap harlot that you would be able to buy for a handful of copper behind a tavern. Even the royal crown she wore looked like a cheap prop due to its humble, wooden, construction. Even worse was the smug smile Arraka wore and the deep sense of satisfaction in his glowing purple eyes. Mary rolled her stiff neck and then turned her eyes away from the painting, her nose in the air.

A single hand stayed on her body, holding her arm tightly, while the rest moved under the large pillow she laid on. They easily lifted her into the air and began to follow Arraka as he quickly slithered across the library. Together they made their way to the far end where a huge, mostly blank, wall sat. In one corner of this wall was a series of paintings, each of Mary.
The one at the far left was her in a wedding dress, a defeated and concerned expression adoring her beautiful face. The next dozen were painted on different days of the honeymoon. Each more progressively lurid and pornographic than the last, with the final one being so disgustingly crass that she still refused to look at it. Several others were taken during various moments between the end of the honeymoon and now. Most had a lewd tone to them, with Mary posing suggestively, wearing very little or anything, or even being in the middle of intercourse. Arraka hung the newest painting in a gold frame, next to the ‘one month anniversary’ painting.

Mary could tell he was reminiscing as he looked over his paintings of her. These mundane moments or simple acts of debauchery being something he held close to his heart, for some unknown reason that Mary could not and did not want to understand.

With that sorted, Arraka then carried her across the library once more to a large, round, tea table. A few of his hands were already here, laying out cups and a teapot on a large white tablecloth while something else lay under a small, light blue, cloth. He placed her down, pillow and all, at the edge of the table before ducking down under the pillows and emerging right next to Mary. He looked at her eagerly as he pulled over the covered object. She glanced at him for a moment and felt unnerved with how much he was staring at her.

Pulling off the cover, he revealed the object to be a sizable cake. It smelled rich and sweet, with thick cream and dark chocolate under blue frosting. Mary was enthralled right away and leaned in to get a closer look. Arraka liked her interest and cut a slice for her. Mary could tell right away how quality this piece of confection was. Even her royal family only ever got something this good on special occasions.

Arraka held the cut of cake in his cold, magical, hands and brought it close for Mary. In an instant Mary understood what he wanted from her and while it was undignified, she could not resist. Leaning forward, she brushed her hair away from her face and took a small bite of the cake. It tasted even better than she had imagined and she went straight for a second bite quickly. As she enjoyed herself, Arraka took to the tea and used his magic to quickly heat the water within the tea pot before taking a pinch of several herbs and adding them. He mixed in a slight amount of sugar and some roots before putting the lid on and heating it further to the perfect stewing temperature.

He poured out two cups of this tea and slid one over to Mary who had just nearly finished her slice of cake. She wrapped her fingers around the handle and carefully gifted the large cup up to her stained mouth before blowing softly across the steaming water. She breathed in the spicy vapors and gave it a sip to find it even more flavorful. A sweet and earth mix, with noticeable amounts of ginger and licorice. Mary took the last bit of the slice with her own fingers and threw it into her mouth before washing it down with more tea.

No sooner had she finished sipping her tea that Arraka had another piece in hand. Her gaze hardened and she refused to eat anymore. Arraka flicked his tongue at her and summoned several hands to take hold of her arms, her body, stomach, back and head. He held her tightly in place and shoved her forward towards the hand holding the second slice of cake. He prodded her mouth with it but she remained tight lipped and stubborn.

Arraka smiled. His hands loosened their hold but did not let go. Slithering closer to her he used his many hands to pet her wooly body gently. He then told her that he had noticed her eating less in the past few weeks and that the last thing he would want is for her to grow thin and weak. Mary snapped her eyes away from his gaze but her reaction told him everything he wanted to know. He threw the cake into his mouth and easily swallowed it whole. A length of his body rose up from under the pillows, parting her legs and lifting her butt off her ankles. He licked his scaly lips and spoke, that he knew much more fun ways of working up an appetite if boredom was her problem.

His body flowed between her legs, rubbing the golden underside against her fluffy privates. The ridges and thick textures of the scales had Mary blushing in seconds but still she refused to give him any sort of reaction. The hands forced her arms behind her, and pushed her hips against his body in a way that gave the impression of a passionate lover riding her partner. As if to aid her arousal, more cold hands appeared around her stomach and tail.

As Mary’s brow furrowed and her body began to grow warm, she felt something poke her lips again. She cracked an eye open to find Arrka had plucked her another large slice of cake for her. He stood there, his head and neck at least, peacefully sipping tea while watching her intently. It was clear to her that he was waiting to see what her next move would be. She took a moment to think, to consider options and what he would be expecting her to do… Before simply opening her mouth. Arraka narrowed his eyes in suspicion of her compliance but pushed a chunk of cake into her mouth all the same.

As she sat chewing on the cake, the length of body under her came to a stop. She could feel the scales pressed against her nethers to be warmer than the ones that came before, and noticeably a little softer. With the help of a few of his hands a pair of considerable and strange looking dicks emerged. Slick and rank, one pressed against her stomach while he other lay on the underside of her tail. The hands holding her in place wasted no time in smoothly lifting her up before holding her exactly where they wanted her to be, and forcing her down in one long motion. Her chewing stopped as she braced herself and tried to adjust. Arraka gave her little time however as the hands and his strong body alike began to bounce her up and down like a slow canter of a horse.

She swallowed the mashed up remains of the rich chocolate and thick creams in her mouth and went straight in for another bite. Her face burned red as Arraka lazily sipped his tea and began to compliment the sexual features of her body. Sparing no detail in how wonderfully soft and warm her body was. Or how much he loved the feeling of her sweat soaked fluffy nethers cushioning the blow as they met in the middle of every motion. His words were long and lurid, as romantic as they were pornographic. Mary let out a long breath from her nose and swallowed the mouthful of cake before sighing further. His ways of mating were rough and demanding but worse than that, they were delightfully pleasurable. She hated how much her body liked this treatment, and refused to even think about why the second one even felt good at all.

Mary took yet another bite and leaned her head back. The heat of the sun above was intense and it had her sweating far faster than usual. Despite the heat and the quick bouncy pace of Arraka’s love making, she remained quite calm, save for her heavier breathing and occasional twitch of the tail.

As she forced the piece of cake down her throat, she dropped her head forward and looked down at the table as her stomach turned. The bouncing and richness not mixing nicely in the slightest but just as she was about to reject the cake within her, two hands suddenly appeared and began to tightly hold her muzzle closed. They pulled her head back, forcing her eyes to close due to the brightness of the sun. Arraka then hissed right into her ear, his head having moved faster than she had seen. He told her to not play that type of game with him, and to remember that any courtesy or politeness he had given her was not permanent. He continued to hold her muzzle until she swallowed the mess she was about to make, and then asked if she understood. She nodded and his head withdrew back to the side of the table. He smiled sweetly at her, and stopped her from bouncing for just a moment. His hands patted her back and rubbed her stomach while others brought her lukewarm tea over for her to drink from.

Now that she was hydrated and less nauseous he flicked his tongue at her and forced her head down onto the table. His body wrapped around her own, trapping her arms to her side while his hands helped her to ram into her hand enough to knock spit from her mouth. She grit her teeth, catching herself at the last minute from letting out some crude noise. Arraka gave her a few more harder thrusts, just to remind her of how difficult he could be, before slowing down and taking an easier pace.

A hand brought a pillow over for her to lay her head on. And he made sure she was comfortable before continuing to use her body for pleasure. She lay there for a while in the sun baked library, his cold body refreshing against her hot fur. Her breathing was hot and heavy, slow and shaky but still she tried to pace herself. She knew it was a futile gesture as he could easily control when he would orgasm but at least it made it easier on herself to not have to endure the embarrassment of letting out a bleat more than needed.

Turning her head around on the pillow, she found that Arraka had another canvas with him and was quite happily painting the scene in front of him. His dearest wife, the princess of the Lamba kingdom, bent over, tied down, sweating heavily with chocolate splattered across her muzzle. The thin nightgown she wore hid nothing of her curves, while her calm expression only added to the fact she could handle two well sized male parts at the same time. Oh what a scene it was.

He let her know that they would be mating for several hours, until his painting was done. And then, they would go enjoy the hot springs together before turning to the bedroom for yet more delicious fun together. He promised her in fact, that he would continue to do this until she ate properly. She glared at him and then turned her head back away from him.

She spoke. That she would eat as much as he wished, if he would stop keeping her up so late every night with his desires. Arraka laughed. He admitted that he had been overzealous in his passions and would indeed let her sleep more at night. As he spoke however his hands pulled her head back around to look at him. He just had one stipulation to the agreement. He wanted her to look him in the eyes when she started bleating. So that he could paint a new, rare, sight.

Mary frowned, the corners of her mouth dropping low as she continued to glare at him.
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