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Cameos - Greenwing, Nalothisa, Vasmeth, TheallSeeingEye, others.
Part 1 - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21316599/
Part 2 - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21424637/
In part 2, Rachelle enjoys a nice party in her honor, only to find a few ways to keep her busy on the side. Then, at the end, we see the event depicted in the image. Curious how it happened? STAY TUNED!
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Bad Luck to Steal From the Captain
\tIt was time. Time to celebrate her first stash of booty as the new gem-hound upon the spirit of Dalonia. Four trunks of gold, jewels, and enchanted objects were being divvied up between the captains and crew, but it seemed a little unfair to Rachelle. This was her first excursion upon any vessel whose primary goal was searching for treasure, and she felt she deserved a larger stake of the claims.
\tWithout her gem-seeking amulet, they might never have found the stash, and she was getting a tiny fraction of the haul that was divided among eight crew members. Hell, Toumak the gryphon – the particularly forward one who'd taken advantage of her the night before – got an equal share and all he did was stay at the ship and watch the beauty of the open seas. It wasn't fair, and she was going to have a few choice words with Captain Ceylon when they were back at port. Maybe negotiate a better deal by threatening to use her now-proven skills elsewhere.
\tOf course, this was all borne of her lack of understanding of pirate law; the code of treasure hunters and adventurers stated that the captains of the ship would be responsible for what they deemed a fair portion of any wealth that was accumulated, to be used on ship repairs and maintenance plus whatever else was needed. It was fair, but Rachelle had never been in a position where she would need to know that and therefore never committed it to memory; furthermore, her somewhat weakened state brought on by a lack of food for the previous week meant she wasn't thinking straight.
\tOne thing she did know for certain, regardless of the fairness of her portion of the plunder, was that she was ready to get absolutely wrecked, pirate style. As a permanent fixture of the port city Rendost, she'd been witness to the most grandoise parties on a fairly regular basis, and almost all of them were thrown by pirates who had just cashed in their loot or had scored one hell of a haul. There were the most glorious of whores, an endless supply of booze, and the craziest behaviour this side of the Farragouth brothels.
\tAs she hopped up the stairs to the deck, she was surprised to see that they weren't partying on the ship, but loading up a few of the ship's tenders to go ashore.
\t“Wait, what's going on. Why are we going back to the island?” She asked.
\tVasmeth put his hands on his hips. “Trust me, you do not want to be aboard the ship when we're partying. The flames will climb to the skies and if anything is there it will be torn asunder in the resulting inferno.” He looked down at her to see the look of confusion on her face, then lipped at the air a bit before explaining in simpler terms. “Huge bonfire. Don't want to ignite the sails. Literally suicide.”
\t“Got it.” She said as she nodded. Rachelle wanted to help, but she was an average sized dog with no hands among equines, naga, gryphons of four and two legged varieties, as well as a few smaller folks like Vinn, Kagero, and Theodit. All of those could grab, carry, and hold, while all she could do was offer to grab a platter of bread in her mouth. “So what can I do to help?”
\tAs Vinn walked by with a case of rum bottles, he let his tail swipe by her and brush her chest. “Nothing. You've done enough.” He placed the rum bottles on the tender before walking back by her to return below deck to gather more supplies. As he went, he winked at her and bent down to pet her. “With the help of your little gem, we have a lot more time to party that would have been spent playing map-scavenger. We can only party because of you, so trust me, you've done enough.” With that said, he hopped away to carry on with his duties.
\tHis words triggered a happiness that coaxed her tail to start to wag with a vigor that made it spin in circles while swaying her rump back and forth. She couldn't help but pant excitedly with maw open. “Really? Did he mean it?” She asked Vasmeth.
\t“Of course. Vinn's a nice guy, but he wouldn't lie about his penchant for a good party. Trust me, that was a sincere expression of genuine thanks. Now if you don't mind me, I'm gonna go help them pack up for the party. Big muscle hoss like me is just wasting away here without some meat or spices in my arms.” He flexed, then clopped his way back to the storage unit.
\tShe tried her best to get a good look at the various things that were being loaded onto the two tender boats that were scheduled to head to shore. She saw stacks of dried meat jerky, some fruits, lots of booze, and even some potions in there as well. As a new character to the world of piracy, Rachelle couldn't help but be curious about what made a great party, but the rum and food seemed enough to satisfy that need. As she darted about between people, excited as a pup, she found herself alternating between being propped up on the bulwark to look over at the boat and following blokes while open-maw panting in excitement.
\tRachelle was going to get a chance to party! Nothing was going to stop her!
\tAfter a few more minutes of loading – the crew was impressively efficient when a party was on the menu – Yetzer and Leera both instructed everyone aboard the ship tenders. As such, Rachelle hopped up over the bulwark to land in the boat next to Vasmeth, Vinn, Ceylon, and Theodit. Within seconds, Leera had used her tail to hit the switch, allowing the ropes to slip and slide down through the pulleys.
\tThey landed in the water with a splash, the boat rocking with enough force that Vasmeth had to reach out in order to stop a crate of rum from falling into the ocean. When they stabilized, he and Yetzer used their strong bodies to row the boat ashore. Every back stroke was matched by Rachelle offering a gentle bark of encouragement, a tactic to make herself feel important in the trek to land.
\tWhen they hit the shore, Vasmeth hopped out and grabbed the hull of the boat, pulling it up to the sandy beach and tying it to a tree. This was presumably to protect it in the event of a rising tide. At about the same time, the ship's other tender came ashore, also to be tied up to a tree. Within minutes, the crew was hauling crates of supplies up into an ideal place to party; it was a clearing a bit more inland from the beach, where the ground was sand but surrounded by thin foliage and trees. Wood went in a pile, and logs were grabbed and placed like benches around the impending bonfire with crates and bottles strategically laid in between,
\tEvery crew member sat or laid near the benches and logs while Vinn swallowed some potion and tossed the vial to the side. After wiping his lips free of the excess, he blew a massive fireball right at the base of the pile of wood, igniting it instantly. The crowd cheered and the first corks of the rum bottles popped, signifying the start of the party.
\tWithin seconds, every single crew member had popped their corks and were downing their respective bottles. Even Yetzer and Leera had shoved the glass in their maw as though they were gonna swallow the whole thing, only to toss their heads back and gulp the entire thing down. Ceylon was the only one who didn't appear to be drinking, and was instead laying on his belly between the two naga, sand shifting into his fur and plumage. His keen blue eyes were glinting in the twilight against the dancing of the flame. Vinn and Vasmeth had started singing, arms around each other, while Theodit and Kagero remained a bit silent while also sipping at their drinks. Dolus was hopping around like a dog in long grass, waving his head around in between bouts of grabbing a bottle and taking a swig, while Leera and Yetzer were falling backwards into the sand, their whole bodies writhing in the sand.
\tThat left only Rachelle, who was standing opposite Ceylon on the other side of the bonfire, her bushy tail wagging behind her and brushing away a quarter circle of sand out behind her. She was panting heavily while occasionally catching Ceylon's gaze, only to bashfully look away and try her best to concentrate on the other crew members. While she was looking, she saw a thick stick of meat poking out from one of the crates, which made her drool.
\tAs she hopped up between log benches to meet with that delicious looking jerky stick, she heard a long, drawn out screech in the air above her. Upon glancing up, she saw a winged silhouette dart across the twilit sky. It was Toumak, having finally arrived from the ship's mast. He circled the clearing, then dropped to the ground in a three-point landing, wings spread behind him for a brisk moment before using his momentum to kick off the sand and grab some booze. "Time to partayyyy!"
\tRachelle yipped and smiled, happy to see the rest of the crew was so pleased. She had a swell of pride knowing that she was the reason they were able to have such a wonderful time on the beach after a successful haul. She grabbed at the meat stick and dragged the chunk of jerky out from the crate, eager to gnaw on it, but was apprehended by Toumak as he pushed her over with his foot talon. She was upset at first, but was quickly pacified when he leaned down and started vigorously rubbing her belly, burying his beak against the floof of her chest fur.
\t"Aaaand who's a good girl? You are! You are!" He was pet-speaking at her, preening her fur and tickling her belly.
\tShe couldn't decide if she loved the attention or hated the condescension, but eventually settled on enjoying it while it lasted; few things brought her as much pure joy as having her belly rubbed, even if it meant that the entire crew stare at her through gradually fogging booze-eyes. Her feet were pawing at the air, idly flopping around against the tummy tickles, and every second that passed had her spirit melting a bit into amore complacent state of mind.
\tWhen Toumak finally stopped with his belly rubs, he pulled away and took another deep, long swig of booze before flopping down on his rump, sitting on one of the logs.
\tWith a look of sadness and disappointment, she rolled onto her feet and started panting contentedly, meat resting on her front paws. She bit off a chunk of it and chewed, tearing strips while watching the others until Vasmeth came up to her, offering her a swig of his creamy concoction.
\t"Here, this will ensure you get the most out of this party." He said, pushing the lip of the bottle up to her maw.
\tShe tried to sip at it, but found that he wasn't tilting enough. In response, she tried sticking her tongue inside the bottle, folding it up neatly while lapping at the liquid inside, only to find she wasn't getting enough. IT had a creamy, nutty taste, and she wanted more. Instead of begging like a dog, she just leaned her head back and opened her maw. "Go on, I wanna chug!"
\tVasmeth smiled and poured some down over her throat, letting her chug it even though much of it was cascading over the sides of her maw, messing her fur. "Whoa there girl, calm down."
\tShe growled a bit, still having the creamy, nutty booze flowing into her before biting down on the neck of the bottle. She grabbed it by the neck and ran away, giggling as she took every step towards the beach. Vasmeth could have followed and chased her, but instead grabbed another bottle and started drinking from it instead. While on the beach, she tossed her head back and took a few gulps at a time, slowly gulping down every last drop of the nutty liquor. At that point, she was feeling a bit tipsy, topsy, and turvy, and her spirit of the seas was starting to come through. She tossed the bottle into the sand, leaving it there as she went back to the crew.
\tMemory of the following moments was a little blurry for her, but she remembered drunkenly trying to howl at the moon as a way to sing with them, violently shaking her head up and down - head-banging - to their singing, and mosh-hopping on her front legs back and forth into the others around her. Rachelle was having the utmost, best of times with the rest of them while constantly dancing around, making noise, kicking sand everywhere, and playfully nipping at ankles or rumps. There was playful banter, a bit of flirting - even with Toumak despite his aggression with his previous encounter with her - and even some light grinding together and she rubbed the underside of her tail against anyone who would let her. It was the most fun she'd had in months, and she was enamored fully right up until she felt a weird tingle in her chest.
\tThe thought that instantly came to her was one of worry. She'd been drinking a lot, and she'd eaten and was dancing quite vigorously, so there was a good chance this tingle was a prelude to vomit. In the time it took her to return to the surf, she managed to see that the gem on her neck had started to glow and buzz. It wasn't her getting sick, it was her detecting a gem!
\tAt that point in the night she was particularly tipsy, a little off kilter, and very much so drunk. Every step had her criss-crossing her paws in the sand and nearly tripping over herself in between hiccups, yet she had just enough lucidity to remember the affront to justice that was Ceylon's hoarding of the booty. The memory of her prior apprehension made her growl at the sea, looking out over the reflection of the moon to see the silhouette of the ship anchored on the other side of the sand bar. She had some gems of her own to find, and she wasn't going to share.
\tIn her mind, it was the pirate's way. Yarr.
\tAfter casually glancing back over to the crew - all of which were dancing, hollering, drinking, and singing around the bonfire - she skipped her way north bound down the shore, paying close attention to the triggers that she felt in the gem on her neck. Again, she felt and smelled a metallic taste, while her vision seemed to mostly blur around her; this time she wasn't sure if that was her getting close to the stash or a side effect of the liquor. Still, she kept going until she could barely hear her crew off in the distance, and that's when a ringing burst through her ears. She was close, very close. Either that or her body was rejecting the alcohol and jerky she'd been ingesting.
\tThough drunk enough to barely maintain her balance, she was able to muddle her way though locating the gem and coin stash. After a few minutes of stumbling back and forth to find the location where the buzzing and ringing was strongest, she flopped down snout first to a little patch of sand surrounded by ferns, some tufts of grass, and the roots at the base of a tree. The very moment she pressed her snout to the ground, the gem made a popping sound and stopped ringing in her ears, thus urging her to start digging.
\tPaw over paw, she pushed as much sand as she could out from under her between her two hind legs, the spray getting into the underside of her tail fur. Around she went, digging at every angle to keep the hole uniform and circular while also using her claws to scrape at the dirt underneath the layer of sand. The excavation took a bit longer than she hoped, and eventually she found herself dizzy from rotating around the hole. When she was about to take a break, she felt her claw snag on something hard about a half meter down. Her eyes went wide and she started panting, drool dripping off the end of her tongue onto a jutting edge of brown wood and gold clasps that she'd found.
\tEager and excited to have finally found something on her own, she kept digging around the chest she'd unearthed, clawing around the edges to find it was actually pretty small. The entire trunk was maybe thirty centimeters wide, and fifteen tall and deep. In imperial, that was about a foot long and half a foot wide and high. She bit down on the edge of it to unbuckle the clasp, with resulted in the lid flipping open to expose a stash of some of the most radiant, gorgeous gems she'd ever seen. Each were the size of her entire paw or bigger, and they were each glowing and throbbing with light every time the gem on her neck got closer to it.
\tInside was a smooth, egg-shaped jade gem, an angular ameythyst gem, an octagonal ruby gem, a perfectly spherical pearlescent gem, and an erratic looking sapphire gem. Of the lot of them, not one of them looked anything less than divine, so much so that she couldn't take her eyes off them.
\tWhile she was contemplating just how she'd manage to get the gems back aboard the Spirit of Dalonia, she noticed something deep inside the trunk move, shifting the gems against each other. Of course, she thought nothing of it beyond it being a symptom of her liquor-addled mind, but when she heard an audible clinking of gemstone against gemstone, she tried to shake her head clear of uncertainty while getting in closer.
\tSuddenly, a tiny little appendage burst out from under the gems, nearly slapping her in the face while it flopped around. She jumped and hopped back to land on her rump, nearly rolling back into the hole before she got a proper, good grip on the ground and stabilized herself. When she finally got a good foothold on the sand, she squinted her eyes to stare at the little tentacle beast as its three tentacles all writhed and pressed against every surface around it.
\tTo her, it was actually pretty cute. The tentacles seemed to be covered in soft looking, almost slimy scales like a snake, and each of them looked to be quite prehensile, as the rounded tips were grasping and coiling around anything they could grip, and as far as Rachelle could figure, each tentacle was nearly a half meter long and thick as a normal finger. Each of them picked up a single gem and held it close to the cluster where the three tentacles met, a tiny little face like a wide-mouthed frog.
\t“Hey there little guy!” She yipped at him, looking down into the hole with paws on the rim of it. She didn't know what to do with the chest, the gems, or the tentacle creature, so she simply let her instincts guide her, and she dove down to grab the wood of the trunk in her teeth, tugging and yanking until it came out of the hole she'd dug. While she was pulling, the tentacle creature let go of the gems to prod at her lips, an appendage fish-hooking her on either of her cheeks, slithering backwards to go down her throat.
\tImmediately, she gagged and spat the chest out, with the gems scattering around it, which the tentacle creature grabbed and pulled back into the box with it. Rachelle licked at her cheeks, noticing that the slime from the creature's tendrils was particularly slimy, sweet, and really slick against her lips. Of course, her inebriated mind quicky turned this sexual; the combination of natural lubricant and prodding, invasive tentacles that liked to wedge themselves in moist, tight, fleshy environments was too obvious to pass up.
\tAfter glancing up and down the beach to make sure nobody was watching, she nudged the gem-box away from the roots it was lying between and turned so that her hind end was just over top of it. She lifted up her tail, nearly tripped and fell over, then found herself plopped right on top of the opening of the chest. Her heart started to flutter in her chest, anticipation mounting within her as she waited for the touch of the prehensile appendages.
\tShe was quickly gifted the soft caress of one tentacle prodding at her lips, with the other two extending out to wrap around either of her legs as she squatted. Her toes curled and she let her tongue loll out while her eyes fluttered, loving the sensation of it's dexterous motions writhing against her flesh in an attempt to find her vaginal opening. This was quite delightful for her, since she wasn't sure if it would actually work, but the silken slime was making it very easy for the creature to prod at her, sliding coils over her folds before eventually prodding into her.
\tA gentle whimper escaped her lips as she let her lower jaw quiver. She still didn't know what she was going to do with the gems, but her judgment was impaired and she couldn't likely care less at this point. The pup wagged her tail back and forth to brush at the sand, grinding her hips down against the top of the open chest against the gems and tentacle creature. The longer she remained in place, the deeper she felt the tendril force its way into her. Rachelle had no idea if this little creature was planting seeds in her or trying to force its way into her, but the booze ensured that she cared only about the powerful sensations of rippling muscles and gooey scales rubbing against her inner flesh.
\tThe apprehension of not knowing how safe or unsafe this was did crop up in the back of her mind, only to be swatted away when the tentacle hooked itself in her womb, with the length of it bending inside her to push out on either side of her walls in an S-shaped wave. Every motion seemed to tug more of its body towards her, even though the other two appendages were wrapped around her legs.
\tKnowing that it had a perfect grip, Rachelle rolled onto her back with all four legs up and tail out behind her, front paws folded on her chest. She glanced down over her belly to see the tangled mess of coils around her lower legs, with the third – and apparently largest – tentacle throbbing and pulsing in waves into her, filling her with a copious volume of the gooey slime that it was covered in. Rachelle couldn't help but pant excitedly, holding back a whimper against the deep pleasure of being penetrated so thoroughly by such a powerful tentacle that undulated against her most sensitive parts.
\tShe felt so loose, so stretchy at this time. Normally her pussy was super tight at the opening – a perfect way to lock in a knot for a tie – but the tentacle beast's caress seemed to loosen her up from opening to depths, and she got the perverted idea that maybe she'd save the gems by hiding them inside herself, get them out later. As such, it wasn't a well-thought-out plan, but it made perfect sense to her tipsy brain.
\tThe pup reached over to the chest and grabbed the elongated and round, egg-shaped green gem with both paws, rubbing her clit with the blunt end of it alongside the creature's invasive tendril. She was shocked to feel it slip into her flesh between her folds, the triangular patch of velvety inner flesh guiding it into her depths.
\tTo her delight, the extra pressure of her flesh wrapped taut around both the tentacle and the gem didn't do anything to dissuade it from writhing within her, the end of its length still gently prying at her womb. Distracted by the deep, full-bodied pleasure of having the slimy beast caressing her from within, Rachelle didn't notice that it had let go of one of her legs and had grabbed the erratic-shaped blue gem from the trunk.
\tThen, in a brisk movement anchored by the tip of the tentacle hooked inside her cervix, The tentacle creature coiled up inside, pulling its core and other two arms in with it, pearly gem in one tendril and the sapphire rock in the other.
\tShe gasped and grunted, not sure if the sudden girth of the creature spreading her depths and invading her womb was pleasant or not. By the time she realized what was happening, all that could be seen was the two gems just outside her immensely plump pussy lips, with tendril tips poking out of her depths to coil around them. Lacking the forethought to know what to do, she dropped the green gem and curled up around herself to bite at the two that were held outside of her, one leg up as though she were simply cleaning herself free of cum or slime.
\tRight as her teeth clamped down on the gems, the tentacle beast let go of them and lurched in deeper into her, its central pass shifting through her depths to rest within her womb, the two arms yanking themselves into her within seconds.
\tPanic or not, the pleasure of the scales and muscles passing through her made her moan out loud, eyes rolling back in her skull.
\t“I knew you loved gems, but not like that.” A voice came from behind her.
\tAdrenaline shot through her body as she went into self-preservation mode. When she turned, she saw it was Ceylon, with Leera laid flat on her belly to slither along the beach between his front legs. She was flicking her tongue at Rachelle, smiling. The pup had no idea what to do or say, so she grabbed the green gem and licked it of the gooey mess that the creature had left when she tried to shove it into herself next to it. “Y-heah, right? Can you blame me?”
\tCeylon kept tall, a regal dominance emanating from his expression and the majesty of his chest feathers. “Well, let me help you with that. I'm sure it'd be a lot more fun with help.” He offered. Then, against the personality she had come to expect from him, he pounced next to her and rolled onto his side with his beak up under her tail. He used his massive talons to grab the pearl from her and rub it up against her pussy lips. “I see you've been working it, dear.”
\tWhile Ceylon was rubbing at her flesh with his talon and the pearl gem, Leera slid her way through the sand to cradle Rachelle's back, with her head up between the pup's face and Ceylon's rump end, her tail coiled up and gripping the base of Rachelle's. “Tell me, darlin', what were you planning on doing with these gems? Would be a ssshame to leave them here on the island, when we set sail in the morning.”
\tRachelle shifted a bit in the sand, her back rubbing against Leera's scales and the tentacle creature adjusting inside her. She didn't want to admit that she'd let such a thing inside her, but was also worried about what would happen if she didn't. Of course, drunk Rachelle isn't the most logical Rachelle, and as such she decided to go with it, letting Leera and Ceylon have their way with her. She twisted her form to look Leera in her emerald green eyes, then she licked the snake's snout. “Well I was going to keep this haul for myself, but I had no idea how to take it back to the ship without anyone knowing.”
\tLeera flicked her tongue out, the forked tip smacking at Rachelle's nose. “Well I'm sssure we can help you with that, darlin'.” Her tail reverse slithered around Rachelle's, the coils rotating so that the very tip was out prodding at the pup's tailhole. Its dexterous length poked at the bit of flesh there, before tickling its way down her body to pry at the lower end of her vulva, pulling it up to align it with her spine, forcing it into typical mating position.
\tCeylon still held the pearly gem up against her folds, but let go of it when Leera's tail reached there. Instead, he let his naga mate grab it, the tip of her tail coiling around. He kept his steely blue eyes trained on Rachelle, a devious grin curling the corner of his beak. “Oh, I'm sure we can find a way to ensure an intrepid gem-hunter such as yourself will be properly rewarded for your service.” With his point made, he pushed the pearl gem into her pussy, forcing its smooth, spherical shape through her lips and into her depths. While she writhed against him, he kept pushing until his finger could no longer force it in deeper.
\tInstead of leaving it there, Leera's tail forced its way into her, the overlapping snake scales very similar to the tentacle creature that preceded her. The copious slime was still idly dripping out of Rachelle's lips, lubricating every bit of Leera's tail before it slid into her. “I see you're quite enthusiastic, Rachelle. Tell me,do canines usually get this excited about gemssss?” Leera asked, referring to the viscous lubricant that was oozing out of the pup's pussy.
\tAll Rachelle could do was to nod meekly, front paws still folded up over her chest. She winced a bit, lower end twitching and writhing in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. While the muscular motions of Leera's tail was pleasant – as was the smooth orb of the pearly gem being forced into her – She couldn't help but worry about whatever was inside her, comfortably cozy in her womb. She kicked a bit, trying to idly push Leera's tail out of her, but all that did was make Leera wrap a half folded coil around her ankle, forcing her leg away while her tail went even deeper. Unlike the creature, the pearl was solid and unforgiving, so when it hit her cervix, she got a significant shot of discomfort in her gut.
\tCeylon noticed this, but didn't stop Leera from using her tail on the pup. Instead, he caressed his mate's tail right up to where it was wrapped around Rachelle's, encouraging her to go deeper. “Having fun in there, love?” He asked, still grinning at Rachelle.
\tLeera nodded as she pumped her tail in and out of the pup, the girth of it spreading the poor girl out wide well beyond what a canine's opening should be. As it turned out, when the creature forced its way into her, it loosened her up good and proper, leaving her flesh malleable and elastic even where it was supposed to be taut and tight. “I am, my dear. Is she?” While she spoke, she shifted her tail from side to side in a tight s-patterned slithering motion inside Rachelle, using her muscle control to caress and massage in waves.
\tThe sudden and intense experience made Rachelle writhe and arch her back, pushing down against the naga's tail as she panted, whimpered, and whined for more. “C-captain L-Leera, that tail of yours....Just...wow...” She trailed off as she felt the flesh and scales tugging on her depths, pulling them to the side. Then, in a sudden change of pace, she felt the cool air of the surf burst into her as the snake's tail pulled her open, leaving her depths gaping from lips to womb. Surprised, she looked down at herself, glancing at the vibrant pink inside herself, only to have her vision blocked by Ceylon, who shifted in such a way that his wings got in her way.
\tHe grabbed the green gem and started rubbing it against Rachelle's plump, triangular vulva, forcing it into her next to Leera's tail. A whoosh of air escaped as the pup's canal clenched tight, a burst of orgasmic pleasure rocking her body and instinctively making her depths tight. This didn't dissuade Ceylon, who then forced even harder until he felt the thin end of the egg-shaped jade gem slip into Rachelle, coming to comfortably rest inside her lips with a snake tail for company.
\t“What are you doing, Captain?” Rachelle asked, eyes wide with a bit of fear in her expression. She kept trying to kick at the air, only to find that Leera;s tail had her tight. Part of her was worried, but the other half was lewdly excited to see what the gryphon would do next.
\tThen, as if he was reading her mind, he shuffled over Rachelle with both of his hind legs straddling her, Leera's tail up under his balls and sheath while still massaging and caressing the pup's canal. He looked down into her eyes, then over to Leera, and back to Rachelle as he grabbed both the tip of his cock and the end of the gem in the same fist, slowly leaning forward. He was using his cock to force the gem into her!
\tIt was all too much for poor Rachelle; she started howling in pleasure, yipping at the sky while writhing around and curling her toes. Tail, gem, cock, and that tentacle creature were all invading her at once, and she had no idea how any of that was possible, but she didn't care. The slight discomfort from having that pearl resting on her cervix was a tiny inconvenience to overcome it it meant she got tentacles, tail, cock, and another gem stretching her out. When she clenched down in pleasure, she noticed that her walls forced the gem to shift outward, only to have Ceylon force it back in, like he was proving his strength over her.
\tShe had no doubt he would easily overcome her if it came down to that, so she flattened her head on the sand as she relaxed, tongue out and legs spread wide. She felt Leera's tail slowly pull out of her at the same time Ceylon bucked his hips, forcing the gem into her with one fluid motion, followed by the first bit of his cock. She winced in pain, feeling the barbs plucking at her flesh in a rhythmic pulse that accompanied his heartbeat. Pain, sure, but also so, so much pleasure.
\tAgain, she writhed and clenched down, only this time the green gem had disappeared into her, so her orgasmic contractions served only to force it in deeper while snagging on Ceylon's barbs and forcing the pearl gem even harder against her cervix. “C-ceylon, should we...you know...slow down?”
\tHe reached down with his beak, pecking at her cheek and preening the thick fur of her chest. “Never, dear. We're brigands of the sea, no time in life to go slow.” He winked again as he bucked his hips into her, forcing his length to completely disappear into her, while Leera's tail completely exited.
\tRachelle's eyes rolled back in her head as she wagged her tail out behind her, the discomfort of the pearl intensifying before disappearing completely with a sudden lurch. It must have popped into her womb, with the creature. However, her relief was short lived, as she then felt the thin end of the green gem was shoved against her depths alongside Ceylon's thick shaft. As she glanced down between them, she could see the mostly-formed knot lobes resting just above her lips, prepared to go in, but too big to fit.
\tShe longed for that inside her. That knot was massive, nearly as big around as her thigh, and easily firm enough to never, ever come out. The fantasy of being eternally tied to such a powerful gryphon made her legs weak again, and she collapsed in a writhing mass of fur, sand, and viscous tentacle lubrication. The sensation of Ceylon's cock throbbing within her was like a buzz in her nethers, every tickle of his barbs coaxing another electric shot of pleasure up her spine.
\t“I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself.” Ceylon said as he offered a deep, powerful thrust that made Rachelle shift along the sand. He couldn't put his weight on her, and she was lying on her back so it wasn't like he could wrap his talons around her hips. Instead, he just bucked into her, each motion accompanied by another wavelike motion through the barbs on his cock tip and the ridges along his length.
\tHe arched his neck to cry into the sky, but then saw a flash of light above them followed by an explosive thunder cracking through the island. He paused to stare back at Rachelle, a look of disappointment on his face. “Well, we'll have to pick this up later. Looks like a storm is rolling in.” He gave one final slow but powerful thrust into her, shifting the girth of his member in and out of her depths, leaving her gaping with the green gem still deep inside her.
\tShe pouted a bit, ears drooping. “Are you sure?”
\tHer answer was another flash of lightning, followed by a monstrous crack of thunder and the sound of a tree falling somewhere in the jungle nearby.
\t“I guess that's a yes.” She moped, rolling to her feet. When she stood, she found her balance was still remarkably off-kilter, but she knew she had to get back to the camp. Another flash of lightning lanced through the sky, followed by two more in quick succession; the storm was coming quick, and they needed to go.
\tCeylon offered her one passionate lick up her backside to clean the mess he'd made, then he grabbed the gems and tossed them into a satchel he'd left down the beach, and the three of them were off back to the ship, with Rachelle walking funny thanks to the creature and pearl gem still residing in her womb. A few minutes later, they met up with the rest of the crew on the beach, only to have a deluge open up from the skies above, drenching them all. None had time to ask questions or figure out what to do, they just high-tailed it back to the ship, leaving the booze and fruit ashore. They would have gathered it, but another series of rapid-fire lightning bolts illuminated the island showing a deadly twister dancing through the jungle towards them.
\t“It's too late for most of it. Grab what you can in your arms, let's get back to ship and outrun this storm!” Ceylon commanded, his intimate side melting away in lieu of his commanding side.
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\tRachelle had absolutely no clue how Ceylon and the crew would be able to outrun a storm, even with the wind at their back. When they finally arrived at the Spirit of Dalonia, she hopped up onto the bulwark to watch as the storm rolled over the island, a strobe of constant lighting flashes illuminating the skies and lancing down to the trees and beach. The storm was intense and it was coming fast.
\tIn the back of her mind, she fantasized about the resulting gem-like masses that would form in the sand upon the super-heated lighting blasts.
\tShe wanted to wag her tail - she loved storms - but had a hard time enjoying herself due to the discomfort that overwhelmed her. Not just the physical, but the emotional and mental, too. She'd never been in such a storm on the seas before; ashore she could hide under a porch or dance in the rain, but with the wind picking up, the lightning crashing, and the thunder booming constantly, she could only imagine the danger she was in on an un-tethered ship on the open ocean.
\tWhen she turned, she saw that Yetzer and Vasmeth were both hurriedly raising the sails, eager to catch that wind. On the stern, next to Ceylon, Leera was grabbing the anchor from the sand bar to release them from the moor. Toumak was even up in the Crow's nest, despite the risk of being hit by lighting. He was pretty useless, though, since the booming thunder would have drowned out his voice if he was speaking. The other crew members were jumping around, grabbing crates and ropes, adjusting things, and tying everything down as best they could.
\tNo amount of booty collected would make her feel good in this instant. She didn't know what to do, nobody had instructed her on how to help raise the sails, nobody had given her a task, and she was useless and too light to help, so all she could do was stand idly by and watch as the crew scaled the rigging and tied things down. Even worse was her growing sense of dread. The clouds were visibly billowing out over the surf towards them, and one bolt of lightning crashed down to hit one of the rocks near the shore. There was nothing they could do to escape this situation, and she knew it.
\tThis was it. This was how she died, aboard a pirate ship with a tentacle beast invading her womb. Good job, Rachelle.
\tAmidst herself giving some light reprimands, she was graced with the image of Ceylon, standing up tall with his wings spread wide and his eyes belching a teal mist that expanded to disperse behind the ship into the sky. Then, with a powerful lurch, the entire ship shot forward towards the open ocean. A powerful - no, intense - wind filled their sails, like a hurricane propelling them forward. Though she was struggling to keep her footing due to how drunk she was, she was able to easily piece together the chain of events. Ceylon was the captain, taking control of his ship by using what seemed to be immensely powerful magic, manipulating the very skies and wind itself to propel the ship forward.
\tBehind them, a v-shaped furrow spread out in their wake, the ships hull splitting the ocean as the wind propelled them away from the island. To Rachelle's surprise, the storm was nowhere near keeping up with them, and they were quickly gliding over the seas faster than a horse straining at maximum gallop speed. It was intense, but it quickly became clear that they were no threat of danger as the various ship hands held on tight to the ropes, keeping the sails high, Yetzer's body coiled and knotted up at the top just underneath the crow's nest for extra torque.
\tIn time, they ended up far beyond the storm, where the lighting and clouds disappeared over the horizon. The occasional flashes could still be seen over the crest of the world, but they were safe.
\tCeylon didn't let go of the magical wind that propelled them away from the island, but he did relax a bit. As he stayed at the wheel, the teal mist coming from his eyes calmed down, leaving them to sail at a brisk pace northbound from the islands. The Ijimulian archipelago was long in their wake, and it might have been time to sleep or eat or something. Thanks to the storm being left behind, the skies had parted to reveal millions of stars and both moons. The seas were calm, aside from the magically guided wind that was filling their sails, and Rachelle's heart was finally slowing down, the adrenaline dispersing within her.
\t"Well, that was quite an adventure, wasn't it?" She asked, an uncertain, nervous stammer in her voice. She glanced from one team member to the other, and each one gave her a bit of a nod and salute. Of course she felt terrible, having done nothing to help aside from get the gems, but in a round-about way it was actually her fault for helping them unearth such a trove of treasure, for if the haul had been less, they wouldn't have partied and been nearly caught ashore, naked and screaming like drunken fools. Though, really, they were fine.
\tThey were all fine.
\tShe hopped her way towards the stern, where she came to meet Ceylon. Before she could speak, he cautioned her, "We're not free yet, Rachelle. The storm is still heading north, and based on what I saw, it will definitely be catching up with us eventually. We won't be safe at port, but we do have a cove and a grotto we might be able to seek safety in. There, we'll spend the weekend, safe and with bellies full." His tail lashed around to poke at Rachelle's bloated torso. "And you full of something else, right?" He winked, then focused his attention on the helm while his eyes still bled that copious teal mist.
\tCurious, Rachelle couldn't help but inquire. "So, what's with the mist? I saw it when you used magic, but I've never seen that before when others cast spells." Her one ear perked up, curious. The weight in her womb remained heavy and distracting, but now she was too curious to know more about Ceylon's unique casting of the wind spell to worry about it. Drunk or not. Though, she was starting to taper off, the effect of the nutty and creamy alcohol slowly diminishing within her, and she was fortunate enough to not have thrown up during the mad escape from the island.
\tHe blinked his eyes and shook his head, stopping the leaking of the mist. His steely blue eyes glanced sidelong at her while he focused on the helm again; the ship kept moving thanks to the light wind and momentum that had been built up. "It's for very, very strong magic spells and casting. It's pure ademane mist, which converts itself into energy that manifests as, in this case, a powerful wind spell. Normal magic use is simple, short range, and doesn't require application of pure ademane, but a stronger spell like that, triggered as far away as it was, needs a lot more energy and therefore a more direct source of ademane."
\t"But why was it coming out of your eyes? Arent the glands in your hands and feet?" She was still young, but she'd picked up a few things about magic use in her time at port.
\t"Yes and no. Not sure if I have the time or dedication to give you a full biology and science lesson, but I'll tell you what I know about the basics. Yeah, the largest are usually in the wrists, arms, legs, and tails of most bipeds, but there are glands and nodes scattered wherever the ademane system bunches up. In me, there's a lot in my skull, next to my eyes, around my beak, and in my upper neck. I also have some in my hands and feet, but some of my biggest glands are..." He stopped mid sentence to grab the wheel and spin to the side, narrowly avoiding something.
\tWhen Rachelle looked up, she saw Toumak making hand signals down at the captain, indicating there was an underwater rock formation jutting up beneath them. She jumped over the side of the ship, looking down into the water only to see some bubbles rising up from what looked like a dormant volcano. Yeah, that could have been disastrous. "So how long to this grotto?" She asked, watching close as the black rock of the bubbling volcano slid past them under the surface.
\tCeylon released another blast of mist to create another gust of wind from behind them, accelerating the ship once again as they followed the moon northbound. "Should be there by morning at this rate. But if I read that storm right, it could keep us trapped for a week. Only time will tell, but for now, you should probably go sleep. I can still smell the booze on your breath and there's nothing you can do on deck."
\t"Aye Aye, Captain." She tripped a bit as she went to salute, but happily hopped down from the helm's deck, slipping on the moist wood before finding her footing. She glanced back at the captain's quarters, and her gem started to buzz due to her proximity to the booty, but she shook her head and ignored it, opting instead to head to the barracks level, where she could then sleep her drunkenness off.
\tBy the time she found a spot to sleep - on a pile of folded up rigging - she felt one last shift of the creature in her womb tickling at her cervix from within before she let herself fall into a deep sleep. The last thought that passed through her mind was not about the gems or the beast that resided within her, but how terrible of a hangover she'd have upon waking.
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\tThough she'd found a comfortable spot among the rigging, she was easily woken when she felt a weirdly serious lurch in the ship. Though at first she had no idea what was going on, she quickly blinked away the sleep and decided to head up to the deck and find what had happened; as she went, she noticed a trail of slime leading away from her backside, but paid it no mind since she still seemed to be a bit tipsy from the booze. When she emerged, she found the entire ship was in a cave, with the very tip of the mast and crow's nest nearly touching the ceiling.
\tMost of the crew was still working, lowering the sails and putting things away. By default, Rachelle gravitated towards Vasmeth. “So what happened here? Where are we?” She continued to look around, mostly confused by the situation but lucid enough to take in the scenery. She could see the mouth of the cave behind the ship, and the distant tell-tale signs of the storm.
\tVasmeth pulled a thick rope, letting the sails fall down, to which Yetzer and Dolus were tying up. “We're at the spirit's home den. This is where we drop off all our loot; it's also where the NLF calls their home. Inside, there's a whole community of pirates, free merchants, and fishing vessels. We're heading inside to the coven lake, which is surrounded by a whole city in the cave. You'll see.” He kept at his work, concentrating on the sails.
\tShe glanced around, searching for the crew members and saw each of them sans the captains. “Where are Ceylon and Leera?” Rachelle asked, ears up and maw open with an excited pant. She didn't see them, especially odd to see no Ceylon at the helm.
\t“Out. Flown to the west to see more of the storm before joining us for a great meal in the city. I'm sure you'll love it, too!”
\tA grin spread across her maw ass he nodded. “Yeah, sure I will.” Now that she knew where the captains were, a sinister thought bubbled up into her mind. The captains were away, and the rest of the crew was up above deck, each tending to their respective tasks, so she hopped back down the stairs and stood in front of the captain's chamber door. One final glance back, and she bit down on the handle to swing it open.
\tInside, she was shocked to see how clean, neat, and tidy everything was, with a nest and dressers near the aft, and two trunks both lining the walls. Those were the chests they plucked from the island before the storm rolled up that Ceylon and Leera were keeping, and the second one had been dumped over with the coin and jewels all spread out over the floor. That was the only mess in the entire room, unless she counted the moss that was growing near and around the candle holder.
\tRachelle was a curious pup, and she wanted to see just how much the captains had shown their bias. She wasn't mad, not anymore since Vasmeth had explained why the captains took more for themselves, but that didn't mean she wasn't disappointed.
\tAs her eyes glimmered with the reflection of a dozen gems, she panted heavily in excitement looking over the pile of booty. She pawed through the gold, crystal, and precious gems, thinking about what she'd do with it all if she had a bigger cut of the haul. In the back of her mind, a dozen theoretical scenarios and questions popped up, most of which revolving around some sort of barter system. What if she gave Ceylon her coin in exchange for the gems? Would Ceylon allow that? What about Leera, did she care about her share? Did the captains even need any of the gems or enchanted items? Wasn't this all just for the coin needed to repair and maintain the ship?
\tIn a bout of barely-controlled ecstasy, she hopped onto the pile and danced on the gold, rolling onto her back and shaking her spine until the loot pile spread around her, partially burying her. She had her tail wagging back and forth at a rapid rate, tossing coins and smaller gems everywhere as she grabbed a hold of a long, cylindrical gray gem with her maw. Rachelle was in her own personal heaven.
\tAt least until she heard a deep thud in the roof over her followed by a noticeable shift in the ship's constitution. She froze solid, not sure if that was Ceylon returning or what. Either way, there was only one door out of the captain's chambers.
\tShe rolled onto all fours and struggled to bound off the pile of coins, but when she hit wooden floor, she hit it running. Immediately, she darted to the door, only to have it open before her, revealing Ceylon's tall, powerful form standing over her, looking down his beak at the pup and the gray crystal in her maw.
\t“Oh, hello Rachelle. Have you got something to say to me?” He asked as he stepped forward, forcing her back. Behind him, his tail wrapped around the door handle to close it. “What have you got there? Is it one of my crystals?”
\tRachelle back-stepped, slinking down to look as small as she could before spitting the gem out into the pile, returning to look at him with an awkward smile. “N-nope! I was just, uh, sorting them? You know how it is, clean room and all, gotta keep the booty in order.”
\tHe stepped into her again, constantly pushing her back away from the door and her potential exit. “Actually, I think it is, and I think you were planning to steal from me. You know, it's bad luck to steal from the captain.”
\t“Oh no. No. Nope, never steal from you, promise! You gave me a place on your ship, I swear I wasn't planning on-” She was cut off mid sentence as he laid his large front talon on her shoulder, digging his claws into her sides.
\t“Don't lie to me, Rachelle. I was tipped off that you weren't happy with the distribution of the goods, so it makes sense that you'd be a little disgruntled.” He clenched down harder and forcefully turned Rachelle's form, so that her rump end was facing him, followed by gently raking his claws down her back. “And I do think you owe me something for your little transgression. I'm sure we can come to an agreement of some sort to punish your act of insubordination.” He finished by slipping his talons up under her tail, poking and teasing her plump lips, one claw slipping into her and prying apart her vulva to expose her pink inner flesh.
\tShe winced against his touch; not in pain, but in shame. She'd be caught, and now it was time for her to be punished for it, even if she was mostly eager to have a go at the captain. After all, she had enjoyed their brisk encounter on the beach before being interrupted by the storm. And if it would regain her favor with the captain, she'd be happy to lift her tail to him. As she glanced back over her shoulder, she faked a smile and a tail wag to Ceylon, apologizing. “S-sorry captain, I guess you have to punish me now, don't you?” She lowered her chest, while keeping her rump end high and tail curled up over her lower back as his talon kept at her flesh.
\t“Indeed. Don't worry, I won't be too long.” He assured her as he leaned in, hand on her haunches for balance. There was a distinct difference in their sizes, and Rachelle was worried about the gem and creature within her, but she didn't dare protest or fear being thrown into the depths of the ocean next time they were out. If she made it that long.
\tHowever, she was somewhat surprised to feel something weird prodding under her tail. It wasn't a claw, a talon, a beak, or a cock – even a deliciously barbed and knotted one she knew Ceylon possessed – but just nothingness. It felt like she was being spread open by a water balloon, only there was no warmth or coldness accompanying it. When she glanced back, she saw that Ceylon's other talon was hovering behind her rump end, a mist of teal billowing forth into her. She was shocked at first, butt hen realized what was happening only one second before a deep, tugging sensation yanked at her womb.
\tA grunt escaped her lips as she clenched down and whimpered in pain, legs writhing and tail lowered to cover herself in an instinctive defense pose, only to have the tugging intensify further, followed by a sudden lurch and release of pressure as her uterus emptied itself of fluids and whatever was inside. She felt a rounded, egg-shaped gem slide through her birth canal, as she was laying it, only to hover out behind her and into Ceylon's open hand, copious, slimy fluids dripping down to the floor. It was the jade green gem she'd left in there, followed by the pearly white one that just kinda fell out of her and rolled to the pile of loot next to them.
\tShe fell to her side in embarrassment, trying to cover up her loins. “T-those were from the island, I found them, remember?”
\t“Oh yes, I remember. I also remember you were not planning on sharing.” He said with a sinister growl of an undertone as he stood over her. She glanced up and him and he stared down over his beak at her, shuffling hind legs until he felt his sheath tip prod in between her legs, the weight of it resting on her belly.
\tRachelle couldn't help but whimper in fear, worried about what he'd do. She wanted it, but dreaded it at the same time. Her mind was racing with a thousand manufactured explanations or self-justifications, only to have her begrudgingly accept his dominance. “Y-yes, captain.”
\tHe nodded at her, reaching down between them with his front talon, peeling his sheath back to expose his throbbing, multi-textured cock, pressing its length against her inner thighs.
\tSince his room was lit well with candles, she could clearly see every barbed nub, ridge, and knot lobe in stunning, glorious detail. Punishment or not, she found herself drooling a bit, her nethers pulsing in anticipation as the blood flowed there. A single drop of her excitement formed in the soft folds of her vulva, dripping down over her rump to moisten the base of her tail. She was ready, and he knew it.
\tIn one quick motion, he pulled back, pressed his tip to her lips, and leaned into her, other talon on her chest to keep her in place as his girth spread her opening and parted at her depths. Rachelle's entire body tensed in a bit of pain, as she felt her flesh stretch and distort to accommodate the gryphon captain's member, tail stiffened out behind her.
\t“C-captain, I-” She started, only to be silenced by the sharpness of his claws on her belly.
\tCeylon wasn't wasting any time, he wasn't being passionate or gentle or kind, he was being aggressive and violent towards her; his hips bucked wildly, the bulge of his soft knot lobes slapping at the plump folds of her nethers. His member was tapered, modest girth at the tip gradually getting thicker until it the knot lobes bulged out – even worse when inflated for a knot. He wasn't there yet, but his arousal was evident, and it was clear it wouldn't be long before he was.
\tThe girth of it made her grunt against every one of his thrusts, and she knew that he was going to force it in, as every one of his bucks spread her a bit wider, tenderizing her flesh until she felt the first lobes shift and squeeze through her opening. Unlike the night before, her depths were uniform in thickness, so her depths were tight near her lips, opening up further inside.
\tAll she could think about was how she kind of deserved this. She was trespassing, with at least partial intent to steal or manipulate to get what she wanted. She knew better than to cross pirates, especially one with the magic and power that Ceylon possessed. Yet, here she was, accepting her punishment with a grimace and a grin of pain and pleasure. The girth of his knot forced her to stretch, the flesh taut around the bulge for a moment before more slipped into her.
\tOnce that first lobe shifted in deeper, Ceylon leaned down and growled at her, wrapping his beak around her neck to hold her in place as he arched his back and forced more on. The other five lobes squeezed in all at once, a powerful yet painful lurch as they slipped deeper within her, quickly coming to rest as the entire thick knot started to swell in her vaginal tying reservoir.
\tThough she was enjoying the thrusting and stretching, the sudden swell and inflation of Ceylon's knot inside her made her grit her teeth, hind legs pushing off against the gryphon's chest and belly, only to have the extra pressure tug on her lips and stretch them out, the tight ring of flesh and muscle tying them together.
\t“There we go.” Ceylon growled at her as he felt his knot lock them as one. He let go of her neck from his beak at he looked down at her, a disapproving grin across his mouth. “I suppose this is lesson enough to teach you not to enter without permission, isn't it?” He chastised.
\tShe merely whimpered, rolling onto her side to get on all fours. His knot shifted about inside her, the lobes rotating and pressing tight against her flesh as they adjusted in a more dog-styled mating pose with her flat on her belly and Ceylon sitting behind her with his talons on either side of her. The pressure of his knot was entirely too much for her, and she couldn't help but start panting with an exasperated gasp, time and again as she felt his heartbeat telescoped through his member. When she tugged, it seemed to squeeze a spurt of something from him, because a stronger, underside pulsation coursed through her canal to deposit a stringy, hot strand of seed into her womb.
\tThe thought of his barbed tip penetrating her cervix made her think of the tentacle creature that was in her, only to have her question if it was still there. If Ceylon had plucked out the gems with is magic, then clearly he would have been able to do the same with the creature, if it was still there. The train of thought, though distracting, helped to ease her mind of the permeating discomfort wrought by his engorged, tapered member and knot. She rolled onto her side to look up at him, puppy dog eyes meeting his.
\t“C-ceylon, I think I've been punished enough, can I-” She started, only to get distracted by the motion of his tail curling up around her, slithering like a snake between her paws and curling the tip up around like a cobra. She was confused and a little scared, only to be shocked when the bulbous tip of his tail peeled itself away like petals on a rose bud, revealing three snake-like jaws, each with four rows of needle-sharp teeth aimed backwards towards the gullet in the middle.
\tRachelle was more confused by this predicament than anything else and didn't think to react beyond a bewildered cross-eyed glance into the abyss as the lower of the three jaws slid up under her chin, cradling her snout. At first she thought it was a joke, and couldn't help but stick her tongue out. That's when the lower jaw started to rub her, digging its rows of teeth into her chin, snagging her in its trap. She tried to pull away, but her furred neck was attached to the bottom jaw, and the tail came with her as she tugged.
\t“Come on, Ceylon, this is too much!” She protested, yelping loudly while kicking against the wood in an attempt to dislodge herself from the knot that tied her in place. Before she could get out another word, the other two jaws clamped down over her face, the teeth stabbing into her head and cheeks, muscles around her moving in unison to gently slide down her neck. Within seconds, her vision had gone completely dark, and all she had was the sounds and sensations of the gurgling flesh that overtook her one motion at a time and the spewing hot seed that was spurting into her womb in unison with the tail-maw's tugs and gulps.
\tHer mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, but all trains led to the same inevitability. She had fallen victim to a hungry captain, just like the others had warned, only it wasn't Leera that had taken her, but the charismatic gryphon.
\tThe knot in her pussy kept her in place, unable to struggle or resist from that end while the teeth of the trilateral clamped down on her face and neck, swallowing her one bit at a time. She managed to hold her breath for fear of inducing a drowning-state of panic right up until she felt the crook of the tail maw's jaws pass over her shoulders, but that's when she gave up.
\tShe'd seen serpents swallow live prey before, she knew it was hopeless.
\tSo she relaxed and took in a deep breath of the juices that were flowing from deep within the tail's gullet, inhaling them into her lungs with a full-bodied pain that burst from her chest. Her body twitched and her legs kicked at the dirt, only to have her mind drift off into nothingness.