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This was SUPPOSED To be a Vore Day (August 8th) Story because I was feeling good and Nib finished the art that quickly but you know...if you read my journals you know things have been stressful. Still, I love it. This story takes place immediately following Release the Snekken 2.
Part 1: https://inkbunny.net/s/3491697
Part 2: https://inkbunny.net/s/3491705
Part 3:
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Cozy Fantasies
\tCynabelle crossed her arms behind her head as she flopped back onto her bed. Each of her four tentacles curled up on her belly and writhed comfortably in place. She smiled, reflecting on the past few days at the homestead after Ceylon called Cynabelle part of the family.
\tAt the time it seemed like little more than performative kindness on the gryphon's part, even with the grand display of symbolically rebirthing her. Cynabelle had explored enough and met enough people in her travels to accept that most of the time the act of kindness was just that, an act. Sure, most wanted to be nice but time had eroded that sincerity to the point that many were too guarded with their emotions to be pleasant without hesitation.
\tThat was fine, of course. As long as the words weren't used for deception she was fine with people being somewhat insincere with their supposed intents. She knew and understood that it was natural to want to protect oneself from external harm, and while that usually meant from physical harm it could just as easily be emotional or mental. That was why Cynabelle cared so much to be unabashedly pleasant. She had no desire to be part of that problem.
\tBut Ceylon was clearly different. Not just Ceylon, but the whole 'family' that lived there and had made a home for themselves at the ranch. They were so intent on making Cynabelle feel safe and comfortable that they set her up with her own small bedroom on the third floor of one of the houses on the orchard side of the ravine, one where she could look out the window at the stars. Sure, Cynabelle resisted at first, insisting that she wasn't going to stay for long – and she meant it – but Ceylon insisted that they have it prepared and ready for her return at any time. She was family now, apparently.
\tIt was the most welcomed that Cynabelle had ever felt. The only other companion she had that made her feel this comfortable was Woestijn, and he hadn't been seen since that night at the campfire.
\tThis was not cause for concern. It wasn't uncommon for him to come and go at random.
\tShe had only been visiting for a week or so and she'd already seen a dozen different people come and go, making it clear that the homestead was a well-travelled hub for a handful of agens. She didn't recognize most of them but did take a particular interest in a short, stubby otter with stripes and a round belly that seemed to be familiar with Ceylon in particular. She seemed familiar to Cynabelle, like they'd known each other in one of those past lives she couldn't remember. Tachle, she was called, and she had the mouth on her of a sailor who hadn't been tempered by the cultural erosion in years.
\tOn this night, when she laid back with her gaze fixated on the teal aurora in the skies above the surrounding forest, she felt both alone and surrounded by love. Ceylon and Leera had gone north to the lake to meet with a local otter rancher, while Fidget had gone with Habu and Evan back to Port Sanri to the north to seek out a missing hipposhyfter named Ocerre. The two bipedal snakes Cero and Anax left but didn't share where they were going. Cynabelle's instincts said they were doing something naughty so she didn't bother probing further.
\tThat left only her, the donkey mage Nibroc, and the two pygmy hippogryphs at the homestead. That meant it was as serene as it could be with the wildlife howling and hooting in the surrounding Rockwood; no different than any of the many nights she spent alone in the wilderness.
\tExcept it was different. Slightly. While she stared at the gently pulsating teal aurora that formed a halo around the StoneMetal Mountains to the east, she noticed the distant sound that she didn't recognize. It sounded like the howl of a wolf that droned on for most of its duration only to end with the bleating hoots of an owl, loud as the wolf. Another drawn out howl followed by another throaty warbling hoot. Interesting. Was this a single creature or two horny mates of different races doing a stunningly synchronized mating call?
\tShe had no way of knowing so she tried to not focus on it even as she heard another howl-hoot.
\tThe image of the wavelike wisps of teal made her smile. She wasn't even sure why. It was beautiful, of course, but it wasn't something she'd never seen before. In fact, the farther from any cities or settlements she slept, the easier it was to see the many stars in the sky as well as the creamy white nebulae of the cosmos beyond.
\tIn town you couldn't see that if there were gemstones lining the streets. That was one thing she didn't like about her new life in Itanobel. Ever since that ademane plague hit and the settlers had immigrated some of the natural beauty of the land had been compromised.
\tMaybe that was what made this feel so profound. She wasn't just enjoying the beauty of the wilderness, she was doing it while still near others that seemed to care about her. A family. One she'd found, or been discovered by. It felt so strange to have the stability of solitude with the comfort of being part of a found family.
\tFound family? Cynabelle scoffed. “Oh don't get all sentimental.” She said to herself as each of her four tentacles unfurled and re-merged with her four limbs. “You only just arrived a few weeks ago and you've only even been travelling Itanobel for a few months.” It was not uncommon for her to speak to herself, though she rarely did it when near others. She spent so much time alone in the wilderness that it seemed like the only way to fill the void of silence, but she also knew it made her sound unfurled if others heard her so she made a conscious effort to not talk to herself in public.
\tBut this was different. She felt like she could be herself, so she was. Without reservation. Even though she was usually passively reserved – hence her natural inclination to chastise herself for enjoying the concept of found family – she felt safe here. Safe enough to relax. Fully.
\tNight had fallen and two of the three moons were in the sky, so it was a fairly bright night alongside the teal aurora and the creamy swirls of the cosmos enveloping both moons. This was perfect for her, as she did tend to ride the line between being diurnal and nocturnal.
\tShe rolled to her feet and let her tail drag behind her. Usually she kept it raised to ensure it didn't make tracks or scrape along the ground but she was a little tired so she didn't bother. It was quite exhausting to erect her tail all the time. Plus her sensual bits were in that tail and it felt nice to let the ground caress her scales there.
\tThe aurora could be seen to the east of the homestead, mostly around the summit of the StoneMetal mountains. For some reason this particular colour of borealis only seemed to occur around the tallest mountains, which indicated a link between them. She was no alchemical geologist or geographer so she focused more on the beauty of the dancing wisps of teal in the sky than the logic behind it, but she was still adept at noticing patterns.
\tAnd what a beauty it was. On this night, the borealis was a neutral teal colour, though that was not the only option; she'd seen a full rainbow of aurora in her travels. Ademane's natural, default colour was teal, so was there a chance that was what comprised the wisps? If so, it could be any colour of the rainbow depending on what type of magic it held. Teal indicated it was not enchanted, or not radiating any sort of energy. It was usually safest.
\tThat was an interesting theory, as she had heard the term 'ademane borealis' before but had not read about it beyond that. It was worth looking into. And she knew who might know more, though she didn't feel like bothering him too much. Not on such a beautiful night.
\tAs time passed and the howl-hooting continued in the distance, she found her curiosity getting the better of her. As soon as the concept of ademane borealis entered her mind she had so many questions that needed answers and she had so many theories worth confirming. Mostly she just needed to know if that was a real thing or if that's what was happening around the StoneMetal Mountains.
\tShe was on the verge of shrugging and moving onto her next curiosity when she reminded herself that Nib was just across the gorge! He was a scholar and an apprentice mage! He might know! And if he didn't, he might at the very least be good conversation for her now chaotically busy mind.
\tWhile she could have done the reasonable thing and simply went down the stairs from her third story bedroom, she instead opened up the window and crawled out, using her tentacles to suction herself to the wooden logs that made up the walls while also anchoring her tail in slots for stability. Once far enough down, she hopped away and landed on her feet, tail slapping at the lush dirt of the orchard before raising up off the ground.
\tShe kept her eyes to the sky, grinning at the borealis the entire way to Nib's work space. The same space that their prior fun had resulted in resonant magic bouncing from one ademane relic to the next. The same place that had nearly erupted with magical energy and would have had Ceylon not arrived to nullify the amplified magic.
\tFortunately for all parties involved, the danger had been averted and the relics were no longer in danger of resonating against one another.
\tAs she approached the door of Nib's lab, she paused with her hand up. She wasn't sure if she wanted to knock or just grab the door handle and walk in. She was family now but this wasn't her space. Part of her wanted to express her comfort by slipping in without shame and the other still felt like it wasn't her place. The latter option also made her wonder if that would seem awkward for Nib, who might be unnerved that someone was knocking at the door so late at night. Because why would anyone knock? Only Cynabelle, Kentanni, and Wrasir were currently present. If someone was knocking, could it be bandits seeking to steal their harvest or their ademane stores?
\tActually, no. That was a silly thing to assume. Why would a bandit knock first? And while it wasn't exactly common knowledge, Cynabelle did know that Nib and Ceylon possessed an immense amount of raw ademane. Valuable crystals and gemstones that could be sold for a fortune.
\tOn the other side of the argument, Ceylon had used those ademane crystals to create a magical field around the perimeter of the homestead compound that made people naturally avoid the area. It was strange, but Cynabelle's natural resistance to charms allowed her to persist and arrive regardless. That ability of hers was not one she'd ever heard of someone else possessing, so it wasn't likely to be in some random rogue that wandered too close.
\tMinutes passed as she mulled this over when she realized she was being awkward again. She didn't need to overthink this, she just needed to take action. Like she would if she was on her own.
\tIronically, being comfortable and feeling welcomed made her more hesitant to act brazenly because she was more conscious of other people's feelings. Sure, she was not the kind to offend or upset others but she wasn't going to hold herself to the standards of others when she knew she couldn't please everyone. That just wasn't reasonable.
\tOnce she was sure that she wasn't going to be making anything awkward, she grabbed the door paddle and cranked it open slowly, trying to avoid any creaks or groans. It was at her face height, since she was only a meter tall; this made it difficult to wrench with proper leverage.
\tLuckily the hinges were relatively new so they were silent. She slithered her head into the opening and glanced around, tongue flicking to taste the air and make sure the coast was clear. She saw and heard nothing so she let her tentacled limbs part from her normal ones and pull her into the lab.
\tThe room felt so tall to her, given her height and the fact it was built with Nib's taller frame in mind. It was a relatively narrow building stacked two stories tall, long but not wide, so it went back deep with shelves lining the walls all the way back to the stairs that led to the donkey's quarters. There were bins and boxes and crates full of mundane, crystalline chunks of ademane. There were staves and potion vials all on appropriately sized racks, and other relics strewn about. A true lab.
\t“Hey, Nib? You up?” She called out, tentacle flattened and cupped around her maw to amplify the sound instead of a palm. Slowly, she closed the door behind her while she awaited an answer.
\tOn the roof between the two floors she heard a scraping followed by the shuffling of hooves. A moment later, she heard him call down. “Cyn? Is that you?”
\t“Yeah, it's me! Just thought I'd slither over!” She slowly padded her way across the lab, feet sensitive to the gnarled wood of the floor boards. “May I come up? And did I wake you?”
\t“Yes and no.” He answered in between more sounds of hoof shuffling on the second story floor. Though it was not easy to see, Cynabelle noticed the shifting in shadows through the slats of the wood. “Sure, come up. I'm not decent but-”
\t“Even better!” She said with the cutest chirp. “Coming!” She picked up the pace and climbed up the stairwell using her tentacles to crawl instead of walking. It made more sense, each step would have been a vault and leap for her, given her size.
\tOnce she got to the second floor she poked her head up over the boards and placed her chin there, tongue out in a grin as she looked up at Nib. He was in a thick, soft-looking chair half way down the room, which had as many shelves and crates in it as the lab below. Clearly he took some of his work 'home' with him. More specifically it looked like he had some relics on a small end table next to him under a glowing lantern. Some of them looked juicy.
\tHe was fully nude and erect, with a bead of fluid dribbling out his tip to threaten to trace the underside of his shaft. His balls practically melted over the side of the chair, each one accented by a series of distinct bulges. He smiled down at her, not at all shy about his state of arousal.
\tCynabelle simply hopped up and padded towards him. “You could have told me you were busy.” She said before hopping up onto the table next to him. She used her tentacles and tail to push some of the gold and silver relics to the side as she sat cross-legged, each one of them glowing when she touched them. Rather than focus on the kink, she simply wiggled in place. “But I have a few questions about that.” She pointed out the window to the billowing wisps of teal in the sky.
\tHe wrenched around in place, arms on the rests to get leverage as he glanced out the window. “Oh, that?” He grunted as the rod in his cock shifted and was nearly forced out.
\tOne of her tentacles reached out to wrap around the bead of the rod, suction cups gripping so she could idly slide it in and out of him. “Yeah! I was curious about it. Have you ever heard the term 'ademane borealis'? I'm not entirely sure what that is but I heard the term and seeing this got me thinkin' about it. I was curious if that's what that was and if you know why it seems to focus on mountaintops.”
\tNib's nostrils flared as he felt the textured shaft of the relic caressing the insides of his urethral passage. “This would be easier if you didn't do that.” He accused but made no attempt to stop her.
\t“But it's more fun this way.” She said with a wink and a flick of her forked tongue. She was about to continue when she heard another howl-hoot echoing in the distance through the open window. “And that. What's that? I've never heard it before.”
\tHe cupped a hand over his shaft, gently pushing her tentacle away from his member and forcing the entirety of the relic into him with only the bulbous tip poking out. “That I'm not sure about.” He got to his hooves and paused to regain his composure as his cock drooled precum out its tip onto the floor before turning back to the window. He motioned for her to follow. “I am not familiar with that sound. That howl. That hooting?” He leaned over his bed to wait and listen for another call but none came.
\t“You've never heard it before?” She asked as she hopped up onto the bed next to him.
\t“Maybe but it doesn't sound familiar. I'd need to talk to Fidget, see if she knows anything.”
\t“Why would she know?” Cynabelle asked, then flicked her tongue to taste the musk emanating from his loins and the gooey mess seeping out past the relic in his cock.
\tNib used a single finger to make the relic disappear into him, showing only the bulge just below the rim of his semi-flared cock head; this plugged his passage so no further mess escaped. “She is the most well-travelled of all of us. If there's a new development or some new creature roaming these wilds she'd be the first to know. Or the best equipped to find out. As for that-” He pointed out the window at the shimmering waves of teal dancing in circles around the mountaintops. “That could be a problem.”
\tShe gulped. “Wait, a problem? I was just expressing healthy curiosity, I don't need an apocalypse today. I just got here.”
\t“Hah, not quite.” He grabbed the chair and dragged it across the room until it was nestled in between the foot of his bed and the wall, that way he could sit in it while still glancing out the window at the clear night sky. “It won't be an apocalypse or anything but it could cause problems. How much do you know about ademane borealis?”
\t“Admittedly nothing beyond the name. I wasn't even sure if it was a real thing an hour ago. I'd just heard the term and my mind cross-referenced it with the aurora tonight.” Her tail swished behind her, deliberately brushing over where his cock had drooled on the side of the bed. The feeling of its silken mess on her cloaca opening was nice even if her mind was focused on something else.
\tHe sat back down and clenched his groin to force the relic to pop out his tip. He caught it before it fully escaped him and forced it mostly back in, ensuring he remained partially plugged. “Well, my time at Hardstone had me working to find and document known ademane ore veins, and a lot of them were very close to the surface. That's why they're fixated on and around Rhybute Pass.”
\tCynabelle recognized those terms. Hardstone was the mining company that was setting up a rather large operation in the mountains and were working on a rail system to connect the far reaches of the continent, while Rhybute Pass was a small valley town in the center of the StoneMetal Mountains that acted as the best way to connect the two halves of the region without having to avoid the impassible mountain range in the middle.
\tShe nodded for him to continue.
\t“With the ore veins so close to the surface, we were noticing that they were creating cracks in the rock, with their active vapors and plasma escaping into the atmosphere. That's just part of the cycle for the most part, the ademane needs to cycle from one form to another, coursing through all life and magic, so we didn't think much of it. However, since escaping that place, I've done a bit more research on the topic and it's a lot more impactful than it seems.”
\t“How so?” She hopped up onto the arm rest of the chair, her tail and one of her leg-tentacles reaching out to caress and cradle his shaft and balls. “And how will it affect me? Us?”
\tNib shifted in place as her muscled tail squeezed him. “Us personally? It won't. Ceylon and Leera have erected impressive wards around the homestead to keep it out but the borealis will affect the ecosystem around us. A lot.” He grabbed himself and her tail, using it and his hand to idly stroke his length while he spoke, half distracted. “That charged ademane escaped into the atmosphere, centralized around particularly tall mountains with lots of ademane in them. And if it descends, it'll blanket the land in an ademane mist that will make everything behave weirdly.”
\t“Weirdly...how? Kinky or violent?”
\t“Yes.” He said with a grin. “It will basically super-charge everything in its presence. Animals will be stronger and faster, people will be more vibrant, plants will grow intensely. It depends on how long it lasts, though. Usually this sort of thing only lasts a week or two. A month at most. You'd best stay here until it's passed.”
\tIn the distance, another howl echoed over the landscape only to end in another warbling hoot. It was clearly closer this time.
\t“Do you think that the borealis has anything to do with whatever creature that is?” Cynabbele asked, now forcing her one tentacle's tip down his shaft beside the golden rod. The writhing pulsations of her tentacle suckers walked their way along its sleek surface, both tugging her flesh into him and pulling the relic out. “And do the wards keep out wild animals?”
\tHis loins tensed up, balls constricting and shaft throbbing with veins beating and flare swelling. He bit his lower lip while his nostrils flared. “No and yes.” He managed to get out between grunts. “No idea what's making that noise but it's not likely anything to worry about since the wards work flawlessly on feral-minded creatures and surprisingly effectively on sentient folks like us. Not you, apparently, but others will get an impending sense of dread while approaching-” It sounded like he was about to say more when Cynabelle's tentacle plunged more of itself into him.
\tIt was impressive to see his restraint considering his compromised state.
\tShe kept her focus on the topic at hand while her tentacle continued to idly caress him from the inside. “If it's up that high, why would it affect the wildlife?”
\tEven with her distracting appendage half buried down his shaft he was able to focus and look out the window next to her. “That's the thing, in its current form it's high in the atmosphere, forming the borealis. Well, around here it's technically called Ijimulius. In the north it's the borealis, which is probably where you heard the term. The ademane borealis around the Cradle of Dalon is called that. South of the equator it's Ademane Ijimulius.”
\t“That doesn't actually help but good to know.” She joked, then let herself flop onto his lap while using her tentacle and tail to brace herself against his shaft. Once she was resting on his chest looking over his shoulder out the window, she adjusted so that she was standing on his thighs with her slit threatening to swallow his shaft. She'd taken him before when she was tiny, this would be easy if she decided to sit on his lap.
\tHe gently laid a single hand on her hip, easing her down. “It depends on its density. It it's light and charged it will rise high, in the upper atmosphere. Up there it will only have mild effects on the world around it. However, if it gets dense it'll descend in cloud form and be more concentrated and intense. And if it gets extremely bad or if the conditions are right it'll blanket this entire forest with fog that will super-charge every living thing in the realm not protected by our wards.”
\tCynabelle gulped before bending her knees. “Oh, that actually does sound serious.”
\t“It's potentially dangerous but like I said it only lasts at most a month and anywhere it happens has an ecosystem that has at least partially adapted to it. Nothing to be worried about, really. Not unless you're out on your own at night when it happens.” He winked down at her then glanced back out the window. “And it happens almost exclusively around tall mountains and active volcanoes.”
\t“That makes sense, actually.” She wiggled her hips and let her other leg-tentacle part from her thigh to grip his shaft underneath her before slowly descending. She first felt the sleek metal and gemstone of the relic parting her lips, proof she was aiming right, before she sat down with all her weight. Despite his cock being almost as big around as her torso, her flesh stretched with ease around him to swallow his head with a pop and lurch.
\tShe lacked rigid bones – all of her skeleton was made of cartilage – so even her hips gave little resistance to his firm shaft plunging into her.
\tThe distinct bulge of his unflared head with the relic's bead pressed out against her belly scales, grinding against her inner walls as her tentacle suckers grasped at the air. “There we go! Hey, you think I could pull the relic out of you like this?” She looked him dead in the eyes with the most serious of gazes. She was being silly but sincerely wanted to know.
\t“You're welcome to try.” He offered as he wrapped both hands around her hips and thighs. He was so much bigger than her that his fingers wrapped fully around her legs. He could have gripped tight and forced her down but she knew he wasn't that sort of forceful. Not without explicit permission.
\tCynabelle only just now realized how weird it was for her to have initiated this. She was sex-positive but borderline ace and mostly only indulged others so it struck her as uncharacteristic for her to so casually put herself into this position. Sure, she had sincerely wanted to know more about the Ademane Ijimulius but the image of him with the relic in his cock was exciting to her.
\tMaybe the magic effects of it was having an effect on her through the wards? She considered pausing to ask Nib if that was possible but she internally shrugged it off and rationalized that even if it was it was an issue that could wait. For now she just needed to ride that shaft with the rigid metal rod in it. Needed it. Non-Negotiable. She could barely think about anything else. The last vestiges of her self control were dissipating the more she stared out the window at the waving teal wisps of atmospheric light, like she was descending into a lucid, dreamlike state.
\tShe was still fully conscious but her focus was growing all fuzzy. She could mentally rationalize what she was doing and why she was doing it – she was needy – but her body seemed to mostly be acting of its own volition rather than under her control. It was a strange state of mind where she was acting before she thought, but her inclination was to justify her behaviour after the fact rather than motivate it beforehand. Sure, some people were like that all the time but it wasn't her default state.
\tThrough the haze of instinctive arousal she could see that Nib was mildly hesitant to make any bold choices with her; it was clear he was reluctant to take advantage of someone in an altered state of mind even if she knew that there was no way for him to know if this was her normal behaviour or not. From what she could tell with the others on the ranch, casual fun was the norm and not the exception. Given the fact she had only been there about a week he couldn't know this was uncharacteristic of her.
\tSo, knowing he'd object if she showed hesitation her body took control and grabbed his hands, placing them firmly on her hips and easing herself down as she did so. With a flick of her tongue on his snout and a subtle nod of her head she gave him permission to continue.
\tHis nostrils flared and he bucked up into her, the bulge of his girth pressing out against her belly from within. He actually leaned down to press his muzzle right against the bulge formed by the relic inside her, lipping it like he was trying to pull it out of himself through her scales.
\tIn her compromised state, her mind was wandering to a mixture of everything near and far. The occasional howls and hoots, the buzzing of the bugs, the drone of the frogs, and the chirping of the birds all made a symphony of sounds that permeated her ears. Not just in the form that she heard them, but reconfigured to sound like a throbbing, multi-layered song. The the howl would carry for a second while a few drones from the frogs matched it thrice over, all accented by a chirp and a backing of various bug buzzes in parallel.
\tA literal song made of the sounds of nature formulating in her mind and overtaking her focus as she slowly raised and lowered herself on him. The louder and clearer the song grew in her mind, the more she matched her motions to the beat, bouncing and grinding and gyrating and twitching from side to side to keep things interesting. She wasn't just forcing herself onto him but had her fists up and elbows out to dance on his lap, twisting shoulders and slithering her neck and tail from side to side, swaying with the groove only she heard, a melody transposed in her head based on real sounds.
\tNib had no idea what was going on in her mind but he seemed to join her, matching the motions of her upper body swaying from side to side, every rolling shoulder motion and neck twist mirrored.
\tShe even went so far as to open her mouth like she was going to sing, tongue flopped out and rows of sharp but short needlepoint teeth exposed along each gum ridge. Then, without warning, she leaned in for a kiss, attempting to wrap her lips around his snout, each tooth catching on the soft velvet of his muzzle.
\t“Ow!” Nib complained as he pulled back, pulling Cynabelle out of her trance.
\tShe closed her maw and adjusted her jaw while shaking off the haze. “S-sorry! I don't know what came over me there!” She glanced down to see the clear and distinct shape of his member pressing out against her belly, so she wrapped her arms around herself like she was stroking him.
\tHe rubbed his snout gingerly, lipping at the air. “Were you trying to eat me or something?”
\t“No! I mean, I don't think so? I am pretty sure I was trying to kiss you. I mean, you're like a thousand times my size, how would I-” She was reminded of how stretched she was and felt a little foolish thinking maybe she was trying to swallow him. Even though his head alone was almost as hefty as her entire body. She was only a meter tall and thin, while he was nearly twice that height and considerably thicker. There was no way that'd work without some sort of assistance. “Okay, maybe there's some realm where that's possible but I don't think that's what I was trying to do. Just a kiss?”
\t“I didn't take you for the kissing type.” He suggested while gently pulling her off his member.
\tThe bulge retreated down her belly until his cock head popped out of her with a squelching splat that left her temporarily gaping all the way through. Her tail flicked behind her, cloaca dripping arousal on his lap. When she looked down, she saw that the golden relic had been completely forced into his cock shaft, the bulge of the gemstone at the top about halfway down.
\tHow it was pushed that deep considering she'd seen the bead of its tip in her belly eluded her.
\tNib blinked and looked down with her, sharing a glib glance. “Well, it looks like I've lost my toy. I don't suppose you'd mind help me get it back, would you?”
\tShe was entirely in control of herself again, so she huffed a fake sigh of exasperation. The music in her mind had silenced and the feral need to be bred had seemingly been satisfied. “Yeah I think I can help you with that.” All four of her tentacles parted from their respective limbs once more to cradle his shaft and cock head, suckers plucking the flesh while the tips of her arm-tentacles wedged themselves into his opening, prying him open.
\t“No further questions?” He joked, hands on his sheath at the base of his member for stability.
\tCynabelle glanced down directly into his gaped urethral opening to see the gold and red relic snug inside his passage, squeezed on all sides by his throbbing flesh. “Should I be asking questions? What sort of questions do I need to consider?”
\t“What about 'are there any other objects in there?'” He suggested with an innocent shrug and toothy grin. “And what about 'what sort of relic is this?'”
\t“Okay, tell me then. What else is in there and is there anything this relic is gonna do that's gonna turn me into a slug or something?” Her tentacles wormed their way in deeper, one sucker ridge at a time, gradually stretching him more and more, leaving no empty gaped space between the limbs.
\tHe didn't consciously do it but the deeper her tentacles slithered, the less control he seemed to have over the motions his hands took, stroking up and down his shaft with one hand and squeezing his head with the other. This nearly forced her tentacles out. Still, he was able to answer her questions. “Well, there's a bunch of beads in there, and Ceylon helped me out a bit by making them vibrate against each other. So once activated, they'd resonate with each other up to a point. It was meant to be for body massage but, well, I got a little adventurous.”
\tCynabelle raised an eye ridge and flicked her tongue once. She even blinked, something that looked strange on her serpent face. “And let me guess, the golden rod was supposed to activate them?”
\tNib nodded. “Exactly. But when I was forcing them in, they went too deep and slid around a few bends so the rod didn't make it deep enough.”
\t“Why not squeeze them out and leave them closer?” She suggested, glaring at him with a scolding look while her arm tentacles wormed their way deeper down his cock and her leg tentacles sucker gripped his velvety ball sack, tugging on the loose skin around the balls. “You know, leave them in the shaft and try again?”
\t“This was more fun.” He answered like it was a silly question. “I wasn't compromised, I knew what I was doing when you showed up. You just sort of surprised me, is all.”
\tShe huffed and grinned. “So you don't need my help, you just like my company?” It was an intensely pleasant, validating thought. She was always welcome and never unwanted but this was nice.
\t“Yeah, of course! Ceylon doesn't let people here who aren't trustworthy. You're fun, too.”
\t“More like fun-sized!” She chirped at him, then rested her chin on the pillow of his spongly, fully engorged flare, neck between her tentacles. She was so busy, with two tentacles forcing their way into him, two caressing and tugging his balls, and her two hands gently stroking up and down his shaft under his own much larger hands. “So what are you going to do with me?”
\tHe half-cocked a grin and shook his head. “I'm not gonna do anything to you. I'm going to let you do whatever you want with me.”
\tShe noted his careful selection of words. As an aspiring, apprentice mage it made sense he'd be specific with what he said, giving her a distinct impression of what he wanted or expected. “Okay.” She said up at him, flicking her tongue again. Her chin was still on his pillowy, spongy flare, so she pulled back a bit while her tentacles pried him open, gaping him as wide as she could, making room for her snout to pass through his opening.
\tNib brayed to himself, clearly trying to hide the sound as he watched her eyes pass into him. The look of shock and arousal was the last thing she saw as his flesh passed over he face and swallowed her entire head and neck.
\tWith her tentacles suction cupped to the walls, she had all the leverage she needed to literally pull herself in headfirst. It was tight and snug, but it was clear Nib had been working with potions or spells to make his flesh more malleable so his shaft distended with relative ease as her head, neck, and shoulders all slithered into him.
\tIt did get pretty tight and she needed all the grip she could afford, so she let go of his balls with her leg-tentacles and wrapped them around his shaft just below the swollen flare, coiling around him like the snake she was, constricting him with suckers so that she had complete control without squeezing herself out.
\tManoeuvring was difficult with his throbbing, pulsating flesh wrapped around her. He'd been producing an exceptionally large volume of precum and other fluids that coated his flesh, and the shaft itself had impressive muscle control that clenched and released with every movement she made. Of course she was stimulating him, it must have been wonderful and everyone on this ranch seemed to love a bit of endo. She'd already been inside Ceylon and at one of the nightly bonfires both Kentanni and Wrasir told tales of when they spent a night inside Cero, enjoying a bit of intimacy inside the monochrome serpent's tail womb. Very common here, hence why there was such readily available relics for malleable flesh.
\tKnowing this helped her be bold. She understood that if Nib's meat had been affected by magic it would be nearly impossible to hurt him and she could use as much force as she needed to reach the goal. In fact, she assumed the rougher she was, the better. Given her size at nearly a meter tall – about half his height and about thrice the length of his cock – she knew that she'd need to be very aggressive.
\tAll of this actually turned her on. She wasn't just eager to help but ever since the Ademane Ijimulius had shone its teal light into her quarters she'd been needier than usual and had even lost herself into a trance when she was riding his shaft. The knowledge that she'd have to be rough and could be as intense as she needed awakened something in her, urging her to reach her arm out through the snug tunnel of urethral flesh, wiggling its way through both her tentacles and past the gold and red relic's shaft that was nestled at an odd angle between his length and his abdominal cavity.
\tHis flesh warped and distended around her like it was a meaty membrane, stretching where it needed to while never giving way and returning to its shape the moment she relaxed. Very elastic and stretchy. A perfectly snug embrace of flesh. Almost as pleasant as Ceylon's velvety womb. However, unlike Ceylon's womb, she didn't know if she could breath in there or not; fortunately she could hold her breath for up to an hour so she wasn't worried about it. Snakes and cephalopods had a slow respiratory metabolism so she could half hibernate if need be. If she needed longer she's go into a temporary brumation state – like hibernation for reptiles and invertebrates.
\tIt wasn't going to come to that. She was already buried to the hips in his shaft, with both arms and arm tentacles extended forward to suction onto his walls for grip, tugging her deeper while her legs and their associated tentacles remained outside, wrapped around his shaft or resting on his thighs. She was practically bent in half with ass and tail up, swaying above her.
\tThat was when she felt a lurching shift around her as Nib grabbed both of her legs and hoisted them up high, squeezing them together with her tail, leaving only her tentacles wrapped around his shaft to stop her from literally sliding into him. He was clearly sloppy and stretchy enough that gravity might have been enough to swallow her in his cock's depths.
\tSo she let it happen! She un-flexed her tentacles to release her grip, each sucker popping off one by one so that she could hear and feel it through his flesh. Once she was confident, she let the tentacles re-merge with her legs, unfurling and forcing themselves between her limbs and Nib's hands.
\tAll at once, she practically dived into him. Her weight and the force from his grip let her lurch deeper, and her arm tentacles had anchored ahead of her somewhere deep within his abdomen, pulling her at the same time. The golden rod booped her snout before she passed by it, sharing the narrow passage with it for a moment as her hips lurched past his flare and into his shaft with the rest of her. That was the thickest, hardest part to get through his opening so she started cycling her legs like she was trying to climb down into him, the bending at the knees forming little bulges along the underside of his shaft.
\tInside, she grabbed the relic's golden metal rod and forced it over her shoulder and out behind her. She slithered in tight, controlled waves to work her way in deeper as her tentacles pressed their suckers against his walls and spread him open while tugging her in through the temporary gape. Her entire body wormed and nuzzled deeper, legs crawling, arms diving, and tentacles pressing against flesh to sucker grip the walls for that extra leverage.
\tShe slid with ease into him, passing the relic fully as her feet got sucked up into his shaft, the swell of his flare clenching around her tail, the only limb of hers that remained not encased in cock flesh. There, she let it wrap around the relic as it passed beyond her hips, constricting its entire length with her tail tip cradling the bulbous tip.
\tHer entire body was burrowing deep into him, two of her limbs curling around into what felt like the two testicles in his ball sack while her head seemed to be lost in a different passage. She flicked her tongue to see what she could taste and found it to be incredibly silky sweetness, making her assume she'd somehow gotten half-lost in his prostate. She was worried it might have been bladder but that wasn't the case and she was happy for that. She was kinky but that wasn't her thing. She didn't even know if that was possible, but with the flesh-altering effects of the spell it might have been.
\tMost importantly, she could feel a set of three tiny orbs in each of the balls. Six gemstones divided equally between each of his balls. The moment she touched them, she could feel the resonating begin between them, like the power of the rod had coursed through her from tail to tentacle and had activated them.
\tIt was pleasant. She almost wanted to pluck them out of their depths and swallow them to see what it felt like to have them reverberating in her chest, belly, and neck, but she could feel his flesh clench around her, constricting her with a snug embrace that squeezed out what little air was in her.
\tStill not a problem but she knew it meant that she'd want to propel herself out as soon as she could. Even if it was very comfortable in there.
\tShe reached out with her twin tentacles, concentrating on the sensation of the vibrating orbs rapidly clacking against each other to aim a pair of suckers on each one. Two grip points per sphere, each one in tight sequence next to each other as she retracted her appendages from deep within his orbs to join her in his lower abdomen.
\tTo her surprise, once she'd managed to tug them out of his balls, she found the tiny cavern her head had found refuge within had plenty more room than it seemed at first. She tried to pull the gems in with her there so she could turn around, but every time she tried that she lost her grip and they floated in the flesh and fluid of his loins and she had to grab them again.
\tTrying a different approach, she tried to extend her tentacles down and out his cock tip to anchor themselves on his flare and pull herself out but she was ever so slightly too deep and his twitching of orgasmic delight was keeping her from escaping. It seemed every shift of one of her limbs, every writhing full-bodied motion, and every twist and slither inside him was stimulating him, which was bringing him closer and closer to climax.
\tThis was a good thing, but it did make escaping him difficult.
\tIn a random flash of genius, she pulled a single sphere up in next to her head in his prostate, where his flesh ground it against her lips and cheek. She opened her maw to see if she could bite down on it but the orgasmic constrictions resisted her and made it difficult. Still, with great strength, she was able to wrap her jaws around the orb and swallow it. Each one was about the size of her fist, so they were easy to gulp down.
\tManipulating them was easy as long as she did it one at a time, pulling them up via arm tentacle to where her neck and head were curled tight in his prostate, shoving it between her lips and wrapping her jaws around them in sequence. She was sure to wiggle and squirm as much as she could as she did it. Such motions weren't needed but she knew it'd make him happy so she was eager to help him out.
\tPlus it was partially involuntary. As she gulped down the spheres and they vibrated in her throat and resonated against each other through her gullet, she couldn't help but squirm in her own delight.
\tWith all six wedged in perfectly spaced bulges between her throat and torso, now all she had to do was find a way to either back out or turn around and escape with her treasure. She used her tail to tug and push the golden rod out fully, letting it splat somewhere on the chair between Nib's legs.
\tShe wiggled one way and then the other, alternating between keeping all her limbs in tight or spread out to make more room for her to move. Her hope was to find some way to turn around or crawl her way back out but the more she moved the tighter the flesh around her squeezed.
\tPart of her thought about just squirming until he pulled her out but just as she resigned herself to being at his mercy she felt the chamber that housed her head and neck expand around her, inflating and sucking in what seemed like copious fluids out of nowhere to slosh around her, literally sucking every bit of her through his shaft and into it within a matter of seconds.
\tThe fluidwas sweet and silky smooth, and the chamber expanded to fit all of her in a tightly tucked ball of scales and tentacles, her entire form slipping through his passage with a guttural whorl as what little air was inside churned around her.
\tA moment later, the expanding chamber collapsed and spun her around inside with such fervour she lost what way was up and what way was down. Every wall clenched around her with pulsing, throbbing constrictions, the chamber squeezing her out abruptly and violently.
\tThis forced her to shoot face first through him, accompanied by a voluminous mass of creamy, globby mess that churned around her, a pearly mix of the thick seed from his balls and the fluid from the chamber that had contained her. She exploded from his fully formed flare and went to shoot across the room but was stopped when her hips snagged beneath the flare around her waist, a cascade of donkey seed erupting around her in a fanning splash of milky mess.
\tShe stopped mid-ejaculation and fell flat to his thigh, mess oozing out from between her belly scales and his throbbing equine flesh, making a mess of the chair and churning between her legs and tail. She even felt the pressure of it force a bit into her sloppy, tenderized pussy. A glorious sensation that made her squeeze her thighs together with delight.
\tWhile still wearing his flare as a belt, she rolled onto her side and laid on her back, looking up on him while his entire shaft kept her legs, tail, and tentacles enveloped in donkey flesh. “Well?” She tried to say, only to hack when the vibrating in her neck from the six gemstones agitated her saliva and made it foam out from her mouth.
\tHaving that inside her, vibrating her entire body while it was inside him was nice for her but it must have been excellent for him. She closed her maw and gulped again to make sure they remained in her throat between head and shoulders and was unable to say anything more.
\tNib's chest heaved and he huffed, his hot breath forming a gentle mist down onto her. “May I have them back?” He asked, referring to the gems.
\tShe opened her fleshy maw and clenched her gullet just enough to force them all to clack together and have a single one's smooth surface emerge at the back of her throat.
\tHe grinned and grabbed her bottom jaw with a thumb and forefinger, keeping her mouth open while he used his other hand to massage and caress her throat, coaxing them out and onto the chair one at a time. His cock was slowly softening, his flare deflating, and the entire length of it sliding off her lower body while it folded back up into its sheath. This left her in a glorious, pearly mess that glistend on her cream and orange scales.
\tOnce all six had escaped her gullet and he let go of her lower jaw, she adjusted herself and slithered to a sitting position between his legs, looking up at him. His member had almost entirely retreated into its sheath with only the head poking out and resting on the twin spheres within his sack. All six of the gently buzzing gemstones had rolled up against him due to the pressure on the chair.
\tShe was about to make a joke when the sound of a powerful howl cut them both off. One that went long and hard but ended with a warbling hoot. It sounded like it was just outside the cabin.
\tTheir expressions hardened as they glanced out the window. “That can't be good.” Cynabelle suggested.
\t“No, there shouldn't be any creatures within a hundred meters of the wards.” Nib confirmed. He then scooped up Cynabelle and gently tossed her onto the bed before grabbing a simple kilt and clopping his way towards the steps, leaving the golden rod and vibrating gemstones on the chair.
\tCynabelle followed but didn't feel the need to get dressed. “What are you going to do?”
\tHe practically jumped down the entire flight of stairs to the main floor, pausing only for a moment to answer. “Not sure yet. Need more information.”
\tThe pair of them bolted out the front door of his cabin and were immediately met by a panicking pair of Kentanni and Wrasir, the tiny hippogryphs that shared the homestead. They must have heard the howl and came out to investigate, too.
\tAnother powerful howl-hoot washed over the homestead and all four of them looked in the direction of the source of the noise. Atop a nearby cliff overlooking the homestead, silhouetted by the twin moons and the glowing teal ribbons of the Ademane Ijimulius, was what appeared to be a quadrupedal lupogryph larger than Ceylon. Half wolf and half owl with orange and navy eyes like the dusk piercing the silhouette to stare down at them.
\t“What is that? I've never seen that before.” Cynabelle exclaimed in a hush whisper. She'd been exploring the region's wilds and this was the first night she'd seen or heard anything like it.
\t“I don't know.” Kentanni said while perching on Nib's shoulder, Wrasir opposite her. But whatever it is, it's powerful. Magic as strong as ours.”
\tBefore any of them could form a plan, the lupogryph spread its wings and leapt into the sky, gliding over the homestead to land in the orchard on the other side of the gorge before glancing back at them one last time and disappearing into the surrounding woods.
\t“We need to talk to Ceylon and Leera.” Wrasir said, tone dire. “Our wards are to keep folks out. It should not have been able to enter and leave so easily.”
\tNib cradled both Kentanni and Wrasir from his shoulders and let them down on the ground next to Cynabelle. “Maybe not. The wards are specifically meant to keep out those with ill intent. Pure creatures and those who are kind and gentle can be let through. It didn't attack us, so it must be either pure or so powerful that even Ceylon's magic couldn't keep it out.”
\t“I hope it's the former.” Cynabelle said. “And it's nice to know that the wards think I'm good people.” Maybe that was why she was able to pass through, not because of any innate magic inside her.
\t“Well that much was obvious.” Nib said with a braying sigh. “Everyone inside for the night. Not much we can do right now. All we can hope is that its howl-hooting was a warning or a call for companionship or something. If it was hunting us, it wouldn't have warned us.”
\tThat seemed like reasonable logic, so Kentanni and Wrasir returned to their abode while Cynabelle opted to join Nib for the night rather than be on her own. She felt safer that way.
\tAnd with her luck he'd have another round in her. That Ademane Ijimulious was bringing out her carnal side and she kinda loved it.