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Post by begad on Jul 12, 2016 2:50:16 GMT
"Well then..." he murmured, moving around in front of her again. "You've left me rather famished. And you've certainly made me interested in keeping you around. Well, at least for another go at that nice ass of yours. Or two," he chuckled. "But lets get you out of this dull place, shall we? You have a preference for feet or hands first?"
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 14, 2016 1:00:53 GMT
Shura's heart gave a loud 'thump' at his next insinuation. She wasn't expecting it to come this soon, and was partly disappointed that he was already done with her - for now, at least.
There was really no way to prepare herself, especially since this was something she had never expected she'd have to experience. Then again, what creatures are actually given the luxury of being able to choose how they're eaten? Though the choice itself was a hell of a sadistic one.
"Uh, well... feet, I guess?"
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Post by begad on Jul 14, 2016 1:26:43 GMT
He gave another small laugh. "Felt like I should let you choose. Some girls get all panicky going in head first, thinking they're going to suffocate. They don't, mind you - with a full stomach enough air gets in there to let someone live. Or a few someones..." He paused. "Well, admittedly, just enough. Depends if I'm sleeping too."
He went around behind her again and playfully began to massage her feet and calves. "Ah, what a fine piece of food a lovely thing like you is." Though it was hard to see him, it was clear he was ogling her legs and ass. "I can see why so many of the females of my species are such spiteful creatures. Base jealousy at being stuck with a scaly tail..." he said. Soon she could feel his mouth on her toes, and then around them... and then around her whole feet. It was, perversely, a little like getting a very nice sponge bath of ones feet - although soon she could feel her calves sucked into the dampness, and then her thighs - her feet now bound tight by warm, pulsing flesh. He slowed to get her hips into his mouth, his jaw kneading slowly, almost sensuously - his hands gripping her as his tongue playfully teased her still slick crotch.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 15, 2016 0:45:54 GMT
Though adrenaline had started course through her, she actually wasn't all that scared. The warm, wet sensation of his tongue and mouth working their way over her was pleasant in a way. And his hands, too, were more or less massaging her. Shura remained quiet throughout most of the ordeal, occasionally gasping when a specific area was caressed.
It became notably warmer (and stickier) once her legs slid into what was obviously his throat. Powerful muscles pushed in on the sides of her bare skin, rippling as she was gradually sucked further in. Then, it was just plain hot, and she found herself starting to bend at the knees. She moaned openly when his long tongue slipped along her sex, the effects of the venom leaving her now in a feverish sweat.
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Post by begad on Jul 15, 2016 2:18:17 GMT
While he teased her there, building her up, he did not attempt to move her towards another finish, leaving her hanging on the edge as he pulled her hands down to her waist, pinning her arms to her side, and sliding them inside along with her stomach. Soon she was up to her breasts, which he lapped his tongue over as well. The venom was starting to wear off slightly, as she could began to feel the ability to move her extremities a bit - her hands and feet at least. But the pleasure did not diminish so quickly - indeed, she was able to better feel the sensation of being entrapped in flesh. It was something like the thrill of bondage, but infinitely more intimate, more complete - and more dangerous. He seemed to be in a bit of a rush now, perhaps wanting to get his new toy home... or get to digesting her before the venom wore off, perhaps? He pushed down gently on her head, his throat muscles and gravity doing the rest. His jaws snapped shut - she moved a bit more, and then then there was darkness - wet, warm, gurgling darkness - the bondage was now complete, total. It was strangely comfy, being so soft and so tight. A light trickle of air brushed against her face from where she had entered. She slid about a bit more as he started to move, but then settled. The venom was wearing off, but not enough yet to really scream - only enough to wiggling her toes a bit against the softness, and brush her fingers against his inner skin - or against her own.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 16, 2016 0:41:38 GMT
The experience was, to put it simply, dreamlike. She had never gone through anything like this before. The entire way down inside him was soft, humid, sticky, wet. He had finished swallowing her up in what seemed like seconds; or perhaps it really was seconds. She couldn't have known.
Having been forced into the fetal position, Shura blinked against the blackness that encased her, wiping her sopping bangs away from her face. Hot air filled her lungs as she inhaled, and she had to make a mental note to take shallower breaths. She was not expecting the muscles she attempted to move to actually obey, and was able to make out her toes and fingers twitching. It was like being in an oven; and in a way, she was. Except this "oven" made squishing noises and was coated with gastric fluids that clung to every inch of her.
"Ugh," Shura cringed at the incessant groaning of his stomach that bore into her eardrums, willing for the venom to completely vanish soon. Overall it wouldn't have been that bad were it not for how obnoxiously loud it was in there.
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Post by begad on Jul 16, 2016 1:00:45 GMT
The stomach did eventual quiet slightly - most likely because it was now sated. He had his fill, and his fill was her. Shura could feel a slight pressure on the naga's tail, Ormen pressing his hand on her curves through his scales. "Phew... well, I can say at least you're quiet satisfying as meat," he said, his voice muffled. "Might have found your true calling. Now to get you out of here and see if everyone buys the "naga costume, complete with fake struggling prey" bit. Normally I'd be nervous, but did you see some of the other things they fell for here?"
He began to move - it was a strange sensation, him slithering across the floor, while she was still snug in the softness of his belly. At least it was a comfortable way to ride.... And the venom was wearing off, letting her move slightly more, although the arousing effect seemed to last longer than the paralysis. Or maybe that wasn't the venom, now...
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 17, 2016 23:26:10 GMT
"Thanks," Shura replied dryly. She could only hope that he'd come to feel the same about her usefulness as a slave. Hell, maybe she'd be blessed with a miracle and a con-goer with a bladed prop would take it to this guy and cut her free a la Little Red Riding Hood.
There was a slight compression of the walls as, she could only assume, he started to move. Aside from how soaked and filthy she felt, comfort-wise she was doing alright. Being an organ made of smooth muscle, it was indeed smooth to the touch, almost like a meaty cocoon. Not a bad place to take a nap, so long as she wasn't digested in the process.
Stretching her legs out a little, Shura acknowledged that she was still pretty horny. Though he himself was no longer manipulating her body, his stomach was... How? She had no idea. But the now-somewhat more-tolerable gurgling, the gentle swaying as he shifted in movement, the slime that even reached to her crotch... Something about it all made her want to start touching herself.
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Post by begad on Jul 18, 2016 1:43:49 GMT
While the stomach was simply tight, the sensation of erotic bondage was certainly undeniable - and as he moved, she could feel the sensation in her hands returning more, allowing her to touch herself... if she really would, in this situation - but it was a powerful urge, regardless.
It was hard to tell just what was going on. He was moving, and there were a lot of voices around... then less. There was the faint sound that might be cars moving and honking their horns for some time... then that vanished as well. All the time she was slowly regaining her senses, and control of her body.
There was a low rumbling sound, and a small ring of a bell - then soon after the sound of a door opening and closing. With the confusion of the venom, it was hard to tell how long all of this had taken.
"Well, well," he said, his voice close again. "Enjoy the ride? Want to stay in there awhile longer, mmm? I can arrange a permanent residency for you if you like."
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 18, 2016 19:45:31 GMT
Shura grimaced as she felt a few digits begin to rub at her sex, ashamed that she was actually doing this inside a snake man's stomach. But the arousal she was feeling was undeniable, and simply leaving it be would drive her insane.
She took slow, controlled breaths as her free hand absently groped at a breast. Trying to stay as quiet as possible was proving to be difficult. Moans kept falling from her lips and echoing back at her.
The miscellaneous noises from the outside world were mostly lost to her as her concentration deepened. Eventually they came to a halt, the only sounds reaching her being the monotonous churning of his stomach and her own shallow breathing.
"Ah?.." She was pulled from her trance as he addressed her again. The guilt returned, reality having been brought back like a slap. Did he know?
"That's a gracious offer, but," She cleared her throat and pressed her palm against the wall in front of her. "I'd like some fresh air."
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Post by begad on Jul 18, 2016 21:51:50 GMT
"Ah... I see...." he said, a shift in weight indicating he was resting atop her. "It's rather exciting, isn't it? Life and death, in the palm of my hand. Or rather in my stomach, heh. Sex, hunger, death... all the deep dark basic instincts..."
It was uncertain, for a few moments, if he was even going to bother releasing her - that maybe the moment would simply last, until she didn't. But there was a sudden tight squeezing around her, and she felt her face and head smothered in a dizzying tightness...
And then there was bright light, and then she was falling onto what felt like a towel - a comfortingly familiar sensation.
Shura had been deposited in a fairly large room, in what looked to be a fairly expensive apartment. There was a set of couches, and a large screen, and plenty of clutter - what seemed to be mostly photography equipment, but also books in shelves that were nearly everywhere, and many simply laying around. There was a very shiny looking kitchen area as well, with a table low to the ground (no chairs anywhere she noticed) that didn't seem as used much as the what was apparently the living room area. Despite the size of the place, it seemed very... well, perhaps not quite cozy, but busy. It was like a snakes den - warm and close, although fairly light - there was a large window and balcony, showing that wherever this was, it was rather high up.
She suddenly felt something around her neck, as she started to regain her senses.
"There we go... said the snake man, as there was a small click. "Sorry for the lack of trust, but this collar will keep me updated on where you are if I'm ever out - and if you take it off," he said. "This might surprise you, but sometimes girls I bring here try to run off. Can't imagine why. The collar thankfully does give a nice little shock if anyone asides from me tries to remove it, but it should be comfortable. One poor girl caught a cold being out on the balcony all night after she tried throwing hers over the edge. Had to let her go..." he murmured. "Ah, where are my manners? You are my pet, but I should be a better owner. You need a shower or a bath? Easy, probably still a little woozy there..." he said, taking her in a firm grip, her damp body pressing against his shirt.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 19, 2016 16:23:55 GMT
Out of the frying pan and into... well, not a freezer, but it felt so pleasantly cool. Shura lay there for a few minutes, coughing and relishing the refreshing oxygen that greeted her nose and lungs.
Finally feeling back at ease, she sat up and let her gaze wander about. It was a nice place; nicer than where she usually called home. Certainly not where you'd expect something inhuman to be residing. Her fingers traced the collar as he explained; guy thought of everything, didn't he? Not that she actually thought escaping at this point would be smart.
A soak was definitely what she needed most right now. Her legs automatically went to stand at the mention of bathing but quickly buckled; fortunately, he was quick enough to hold her steady. Leaning into his chest like this, a sense of comfort and security rose in her. It shouldn't have, but it was there.
"Thanks," she murmured with a tinge of pink in her cheeks, hoping against hope this wasn't the early stage of Stockholm syndrome. "Lead the way."
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Post by begad on Jul 20, 2016 1:05:41 GMT
Stockholm or not, it was pleasant to be picked up - once again, his feminine features seemed to belie an impressive strength. Of course, looking at his tail, that was pretty obvious. He scooped her up in his arms and slithered around the apartment. "Might as well make a tour of it..." he murmured, going off to the right first. "Since you'll be staying permanently. This is the guest bedroom and bathroom," he said, showing her two very clean but sparsely decorated rooms, the bedroom simply with mattresses on the floor. "Sometimes I attract more than I can eat..." he said, as if trying to be modest. He then took her to the left side of the apartment, where there were another two rooms.
"This is my lair, I suppose," he said, indicated a darkened room with a large collection of cushions and mattresses, and even more of the ubiquitous shelves - though there were also cabinets of old wood in here. "And my own bathroom..." he said.
As far as bathrooms went, it was pretty impressive. The tub (with shower head) was massive, and round, though without the seating of a hot tub - for all his tail, it seemed. A lot of this place seemed to have those little touches indicating an inhuman owner - the lack of chairs, preference for futons over beds, the tub - even the toilet, in the small adjoining room was one of those sunken kinds. Individually these were all just little details, but together gave the place an air of the alien.
He placed her down on a mat and removed his shirt, which was a little damp from carrying her, as well as a kind of sash he wore about his waist. He filled the tub and slithered in himself, carrying her, his tail coiling around its circumference. He held her in front of him, on his tail, to prevent her slipping to either side, and proceeded to wash her - almost like a child, which was a little embarrassing - but that might be the point.
There was a low gurgle beneath the water, indicating his stomach's annoyance at being deprived the chance of digestion - at the same time, he gently kissed her neck around where he had bit her before. The gravity of her situation returned a little. Unless his hungers for the flesh, in all senses of the word, were regularly sated, she might end up on the menu. She was able to feel him grow a little excited behind her, however - which was maybe a little bit of hope. His lust and hunger seemed intertwined, and it seemed sating one could at least stave off the other, for a little while - that might be a literal lifesaver at some point.
"Ah, excuse me..." he murmured, running hands filled with soap over her breasts, and then again to rinse. "Might need to look into some... delivery. Speaking of, and I hope this isn't too rude, but you seemed to allude to your... profession, yes? Did you have a particular madame or contractor? It's quite possible I know them..."
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 20, 2016 23:22:16 GMT
Shura remained quiet as he cradled her to him and let her see into the other rooms. The fatigue of what she'd been through was setting in, making her act much more passive and introverted.
Straddling his tail felt, to put it simply, weird. It was large and slick, but not unpleasant. Probably wouldve been easy to fall off were it not for his grip on her.
A sigh left her and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of the water about her ankles and the gingerly way he moved his hands along her skin. Even the way in which he swept her hair aside to place a light kiss on her neck was soothing. It almost would have seemed like an activity between lovers were it not for the fact that she'd been in his stomach moments before and had quite literally given herself to him.
Of course, Shura knew better than to place all trust him, and felt a bit of tension return as the unmistakable rumble reached her ears. There was no such thing as true safety now. The pressure against her lower back, on the other hand, didn't bother her nearly as much. In fact, it made her smirk.
"Oh, um..." She stifled a moan as he lathered her breasts. "Malcolm, I think he called himself. Don't really remember much about the guy."
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Post by begad on Jul 21, 2016 1:19:32 GMT
"Hmm. Sounds vaguely familiar..." he murmured. "I'll look into having your loose ends tied up... and see if they're one of the groups that does delivery," he chuckled. "You might have been in danger from me all along. Oh, speaking of food..." he said, turning her around to face him and leaning her into him to wash her back, sliding her along his tail which moved smoothly between her legs. "What do you like to eat? I obviously don't keep much human food around the house but I can let you make a list. Money is no concern. And you can consider rent paid," he laughed. "Hmm, anything else you'll need? Its been ages since I've kept pets."
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