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Rides in The Wilds

Saethwr sat back in his chair, sipping at his drink while keeping a weather eye at the stage before him. He was at the Near and Dear, where his plate of food was billowing steam as it waited for him to eat it, only to be ignored in lieu of the much more interesting acts that were taking place in the adult's lounge and restaurant.

It was Voresday at the Near and Dear, and their premier dancer by the name of Nantangitan was stripping down to nothing with the aid of a tiny pygmy hippogryph to which Saethwr was not familiar. He was swinging around a pole while she fluttered and darted around him, tickling his inner thighs with her wing tips and lightly pecking at his thick flesh to tease him. He was tall - about two and a half meters tall or more - while she couldn't have been half a meter herself, so there was a significant difference in sizes between them. Moreso considering the hyper-sized proportions on Nantangitan.

His cock was as thick as his thigh and even longer, making it alone twice the size of his female hippogryph companion. The thing was, Saethwr had a pretty good idea of what was going to be happening next based on the day of the week and the inclusion of Nantang. Ever since the bulky drake left the Near and Dear to work for the Vore House of Klyneth, he came back only once every two weeks to participate in a vore-based striptease, wherein his dance partner often ended up inside him one way or another, more often than not in his balls. That monster cock of his was ravenous, and was always hungry for some delectable flesh.

Not long prior - perhaps six months ago - The Vore House of Klyneth had re-opened its doors and jaws to the public, having reinvented themselves with the help of a hybrid known as Foxifly. After many years dormant, they had burst back onto the scene and had been expanding their horizons to ensure the company's services were well known in the region. What was once a niche fetish was now being popularized and normalized in the public eye.

At least, as normalized as fetishized consumption of another could be.

Now, Vore House branded potions could be found in the mall, there were vore themed striptease acts going on in places like the Near and Dear, and the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic had even incorporated vore into their curriculum, by allowing students to explore the digestive tracts of dragons or even manually inseminate livestock though the aid of tiny students.

So at this time, as Saethwr leaned back and watched the performance unfold before him, he was happy to see that the spirit of The Vore House lived on, even if he was too shy to make any moves to relive the glory of his times in the past with Leera.

Back before The House had gone dormant, Saethwr had made friends with one of the founders, a naga by the name of Leera. Together, they had enjoyed more than a few intimate encounters, where he'd passed through her from both ends and even spent a week in her womb while on vacation. He loved the time he spent there, but now he was too bashful to dare revisiting. Things had changed too much and he wasn't sure if Leera even remembered him. The thought of showing up and not being recognized made him too anxious to take any steps towards rekindling that flame, and with them growing so quickly, he figured he would be perceived as one who was just trying to hold onto the past.

The best option, as far as he was concerned, was to vicariously live through the weekly shows put on by Nantangitan and his guest, using that to remember his time with Leera rather than try to cling onto the past or desperately attempt to relive it. He was busy with Saeth's Tea Time, and had recently expanded to include a deli with the help of his buddy Ezio. The two both shared a passion for vore, but both were too shy to actually do anything about it, having only dared ask for such a predator when directly told by the fox-moth that was working as the marketing director.

All of these thoughts skittered through his mind as he took his first bite of his meal, eyes never leaving the stage to ensure that he didn't miss a single second of action. By this point, Nantang was completely naked, and his cock was fully erect with the pygmy hippogryph perched near the head, talons gripping his flesh while she leaned over and pried his urethra open to get a good look inside. Nantang was leaning back, straddling the pole with his cock aiming out towards the audience with its gaping end staring directly at Saethwr, who could see half way down the shaft before the angle was too much for him to see any farther.

The urethral walls were throbbing and leaking cum onto the stage, some of which the pygmy falco collected with her finger and tasted, rubbing it against her beak before shoving her entire head into the opening. She then flared out her wings and feathers, twisting and rubbing to ensure as much of his fluids soaked her from beak to neck and shoulders and beyond. Once she was soaked, she slipped her hands up either side of his glans to peel back his foreskin, rubbing at him while never letting go with her hind talons, claws tugging at his loose flesh.

Nantang took this as the proper signal to go forward, so he got down to his knees and grabbed the pole, grinding his hips up against it while the end of his cock aimed high, allowing the pygmy to stand on his tip with her head in his cock. She then stepped up and pulled her head out so that she could stand on the rim of his cock and stare out to the crowd before leaping up and diving headfirst into him.

Gravity did its job as she scrambled and clawed at him to help force herself into his shaft, the distinct bulge easing its way down towards the base of his member amidst a series of what looked like throbbing gulps from his length. His tip pushed out some of his lubricant and precum all over as his girth constricted in waves, swallowing her body until a distinct bulge could be seen pressing out against the smaller of his two massive testicles.

About half of the onlooking crowd clapped as Nantang bowed for the crowd, his snout bapping at the tip of his still erect monster cock. He assured the crowd it wasn't over, and that he needed a volunteer to help him 'jerk her out'. This was when Saethwr mentally checked out. Watching Cock Vore was interesting and was a wonderful reminder of what it felt like inside Leera, but he wasn't at all interested in participating in it.

To Saethwr's shock, it was Ezio - the canine who ran the Deli at Saeth's Tea Time - who raised his hand and volunteered himself! Nantang happily accepted the help, and Ezio went to work, wrapping both of his arms around the shaft to manually pleasure Nantang until an orgasm ejected the pygmy out onto the stage before them with a wave of cum, some of which nearly trickled out to the nearest tables.

Probably not the most clean of work environments, but that's what happens on Voresday.

By this point, Saethwr had more or less stopped paying attention and was starting to focus more on the food in front of him. The food that had stopped steaming and was starting to go cold. As it turns out, the sheer audacity of the performance had enraptured him enough to forget about the plate, and he had nearly squandered it. Sort of a shame, but that was what it was like at the Near and Dear.

While the performance may not have completely enraptured him, nor had it given him a tingle in his loins, it did reinvigorate his love for consumption. The display of vore was yet another reminder that The House was just north of town, on the urto trade route that cut North Klyneth in half - where he worked and operated Saeth's Tea Time. The memory also instigated the thought of Ceylon, another friend of his whom he did occasionally seek out to play with when he was too shy to go to The Vore House. Saethwr loved vore, he just wasn't as keen on participating in a public setting with strangers.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his lips like a gentleman drake, laid down some coin to pay for his meal, and turned to leave only to see a familiar sight in the image of a black and white gryphon with a golden brown mane. It was Ceylon!

He waved, smiling broadly as he slipped out from his place in the audience. He'd had his fill of Pygmy hippogryphs in hyper-sized cocks for the night. Now, he desired something a bit more sensual in the form of a chimeric gryphon muff.

Ceylon recognized him and bowed his way, lightly flapping her wing at him to show she saw him without causing a scene. She was far larger - almost as big as the beige and light magenta colored dragon that acted as a bouncer for the business - so she would have attracted attention if she started waving her wings around or squawking at Saethwr. Instead, she slipped back out to wait for him after tilting her head towards the entrance which she'd just come in through.

Saethwr happily snaked his way through the crowd of people who were making their way in to see the Voresday event, all of which were clearly more interested in phallic consumption than he was.

Outside, he saw that Ceylon was patiently waiting for him, sitting on her hindquarters on the opposite side of the front entrance to where the lineup trailed by. Saethwr smiled and extended a hand to shake, but got a bump of the fist instead. "Hey there, Ceylon! Long time no see! How are you doing?" He was excited, but trying his best to play it cool. He knew Ceylon as a friend, but they didn't see each other that often, so it always felt a bit like he was meeting a celebrity until they got chatting. She was well known in these parts as an affiliate to The Vore House, but also ran her own laboratory known for pharmaceutical potions meant to encourage positive sexual and explorative endeavours.

She chirped gently at him. "And I see you're just as into the noms as I remember! I'm glad to see that you've not lost your passion for it, but I'm curious why you're here and not north of town." She was, of course, referring to The Vore House. "Come on, let's walk and talk. Too many people here."

The two of them turned to make their way down the sidewalk away from the Near and Dear, careful to speak quietly so other passerby didn't pick up on their conversation together.

"Yeah, I'm still into it. Haven't been able to participate since last time you were in town." Saeth admitted, referring to the time Ceylon had used him as a dildo before getting a little too overzealous and sitting down on him so hard that he disappeared into her, all but his feet and tail. That was quite the pleasant time, and he had been fantasizing using the memory of it ever since. "Best I get is coming to see Nantangitan do his thing with the prey of the week. More often than not it's Cock Vore, and I'm not too fond of that, but it really does remind me of our time together."

Ceylon leaned over and pushed against him, beak agape in a grin. "About that. Why is it that you feel the need to wait until I'm around to indulge yourself? Last time you were in me, I could truly feel just how much you desired to be prey, so why don't you go to The House more often? They've got affordable deals and discounts for repeat customers and friends of Leera. I also know she's been aching to see you again, but has been too busy for work to come out and request a visit."

Unable to resist blushing, Saethwr lowered his gaze and glanced away before retorting. "Aww, she remembers me? Are you trying to sell to me, Cey? I think you know me well enough to know that-"

"I'm not trying to sell you anything, but it would do you good. Think of it as a spa treatment. A full bodied massage. I remember that time your naga friends did that to you; now imagine that, but from the inside." She winked and pecked at his shoulder, playfully jesting with him. "You don't need to be so shy. What's keeping you from a visit? I know it's not money, because I've been to your tea hut when you weren't there and I can tell you're doing well. You even recently added a deli, if my memory serves me correct. It's not a lack of desire, because I can practically feel the mental need emanating off you right now that craves a place under my tail. So what is it?"

Saeth shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I just don't want to be a burden to anyone, and I'm sort of not comfortable offering myself to someone I don't know and trust. I trust you. I trust Leera. That Anax girl is nice too, even if I'm worried about the venom. Cero's a pretty girl, but she reminds me a bit of you and Leera both, so it's weird but not weird at the same time."

"You're shy? You?" Ceylon scoffed in a jovial tone. "You? The same guy who demanded I wrap your wings around you and use your body to pleasure myself? You, the one who nearly had one of your naga friends snake her whole body through you from tailhole to maw? You, the dragon who-"

"Okay, cut it out, I know." He interjected, a little upset. "I'm not shy once I get in the mood, but it takes a lot to get me in that mood and convince me to take action. I'm a reserved guy, at least most of the time. I thought you knew that."

Ceylon nodded and grinned, turning around to face him while walking backwards. "I did know that, but I wanted to hear you say it. If getting in the mood is the issue, then I know how to correct that and how you can overcome your bashfulness to better enjoy the Vore House."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm really not so sure that'll work. It'll still be a random dra-"

"Things have changed, actually." Ceylon cut him off before he could finish his statement. "It's not just some random dragon, it's not like it used to be. Before, you'd go to the house and ask for a predator, fill out some paperwork to best match you up, and then you'd have your fun with the first available predator that fit your description. Could be Vinn, could be Spike, and could be Firon, before he left. But now, there's a bunch of different ways to better cater to your needs!" She seemed far to excitable about a pitch for The Vore House, but Saethwr was still interested.

He stopped in his tracks and rubbed his chin. "So you're telling me that there's a chance I could see Leera and have some fun with her?"

"Most people, no. You, maybe? She's a very busy naga and is usually too busy working with Foxifly to participate, but for special occasions or friends, she's happy to help. As long as she's on cycle and able to help. Unlike most, she doesn't drink the potions to dictate when she can and cannot nom ya. But no, that's not what I mean. Now, the entire property has been renovated to better suit all your needs! Before, it was a matter of finding a pred and going in one of the rooms or meticulously crafting a scenario on the property, but now it's more malleable."

Saethwr paused and narrowed his gaze, unsure of how to respond. He was curious, but so far it didn't seem all that much more interesting. "Go on, tell me more."

It was clear that Ceylon had hooked him, so she smiled and nodded. "Okay, so the grounds are sort of like a combination of a safari and a theme park. The entire property spans pretty much every biome you can imagine, from a rainforest to a tropical island to coral reefs to a swamp to a blazing tundra atop a tall mountain. In these biomes are attractions that you can visit that function like a ride. Go to the temple, participate with others in a fake ritual sacrifice! Can be with other visitors or with friends or Vore House workers."

"Okay, okay. So you can do some cool things. Couldn't you do that before?"

"Yes, but unlike before you can do it with your friends or other vore lovers. Before, every interaction was with a client and a vore house employee, no exceptions. It was to ensure that every meal was safe and that the operators could control every aspect of the experience. While that was good for a bit, it became clear that many of the people interested in vore like a bit more spontaneity in their scenes. Knowing what was coming and how it would happen ruined a lot of the fun."

Saethwr felt a smile coming on as he came to understand where this was going. "So, like the whore houses that inspired it, there's a lot more room for creativity and originality!"

Ceylon nodded, then turned back around. "Precisely! In the time they were away, they perfected the Vore House Potions, so now you just take a vial of the potion before entering The Wilds of the Vore House. Everyone takes a potion, and everyone can be predator or prey. You can still do the scripted scenes with the Vore House blokes in one of the two dozen rooms in The Manor itself, but most of what goes on is in The Wilds. Which, I must remind you, act sort of like a mixture of a theme park and a safari. Go out, explore, witness daily or hourly events in different locations, sort of like rides!"

As Ceylon spoke, Saethwr felt himself getting pumped up more and more. This sounded wonderful to him, and the more he thought about it, the more ideas opened up to him. Did he want to take Ezio to the Wilds and go hunting for a predator? Did he want to offer himself to some dragon god in the temple? What about a scene where he's cold in the tundra and stays in a gryphon belly for warmth? Was there a tentacle beast that could take advantage of him before swallowing him? He had no idea what of these he could actually do, but the way Ceylon was describing it was encouraging.

However excitable, Saethwr tried to be realistic and not get his hopes up. "What are the rules or regulations? There has to be some sort of a catch; otherwise this sounds too good to be true."

With a roll of her eyes, Ceylon huffed, clicking her beak in annoyance. "Yeah, I hear that a lot. That's why it's taking some time to catch on, people assuming something sounds too good to be true must in fact not be true. Thing is, it's as free as it sounds. The only real restriction is that all participants and all guests must consume the potion in view of the regulators at The Manor before heading into The Wilds. That, and given the safari nature of it, there's always a chance you explore every region and biome and don't get any action. The element of Randomness could have you missing every event and every potential meeting with predator or prey, depending on what you're into."

"That seems fair, honestly." Saethwr acknowledged, still rubbing his chin in thought. "You want to head up north to check it out? Show me around? You seem to know what you're talking about, and this all seems so different to what I'm used to, so I'd love for you to be my guide. To have you show me the ways of The Vore House Wilds!"

The gryphon's beak curled up in a smile. "I thought you'd never ask. Come on, get on my back and we'll fly. The day is still relatively young, but the passes only last until midnight." She got down onto her belly, head bowed and wings spread for Saethwr to mount her.

As he gently lifted his leg over her neck, he fantasized about all the things they would do together in The Wilds. Then, when he squatted down on her shoulders with his legs hooked under her wings as Ceylon had insisted, his long tail traced her spine and curled around the base of her tail, the tip lightly prodding at her rump to test and see how receptive she was.

Rather than buck him off or protest, she smiled back at him with a sidelong glance and a wink before kicking off into the sky and flapping her wings, buoying herself above the lower buildings, catching a thermal, and rising into the air to escape the metropolis of Central Klyneth. From there, the two of them soared above the rural area, the trees, and the village of North Klyneth before finally arriving at their destination.

The revised, revitalized, and resuscitated Vore House of Klyneth!

Upon landing at the front gates of the Manor, Saethwr hopped off Ceylon's back and ruffled his wings a bit, straightening them out in order to readjust them. "You know, I could have flown here myself, I have wings, too." He explained to her.

"Yeah, you're right, but I fly faster and can glide more. Took a lot less energy this way." She stepped behind him and pressed her beak to his lower back, pushing him towards the massive twin doors with the snakes for handles. The Vore House was very serpent-oriented. "Now let's go ahead and get our day passes. I'm hungry and have a craving for dragon flesh."

Saethwr gulped as he imagined her swallowing him down. It made him more than a little excited, so he quickly pulled at the door and slipped into the grand front hall of the building. Inside, the Manor looked like it was built two centuries prior, with an ornamental roof, a posh chandalier, thick ridged wood around the floor, marble pillars, and antique looking furniture denoting a lounge across from the concierge desk. Multiple people were waiting there, talking and chatting about the things they wished to do while out in The Wilds, and a blue and red scaled amphibian stood behind the desk playing on a computer. It was an interesting combination of modern and antique, which was classy.

"Oh, hey Ceylon." The red and blue amphibian called out the moment he saw them come in. "I didn't know you were coming for a visit today; shall I ping Leera to come say hi?"

Ceylon shook her head. "I'm sure she already knows we're here and will be coming soon. In the mean time, my buddy and I would like a pair of day passes for The Wilds!" She reached under a flap of skin on her belly to pull out a few coins, as if she'd grown a marsupial pouch.

"No need to pay, my dear." The amphibian said as he halted Ceylon. "You never have to pa-"

"Nonsense, Theodit. I may be mated to the owner, but I still have to pay. Rules are rules, and I can spare the coin. Take it." She tossed three gold onto the counter. "Now get us some potions! Well, one potion. Saeth here needs it."

He turned to look at his gryphon companion, confused. "Wait, if you're the predator, don't you need the potion more than me?" He wasn't worried, but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

She nodded back, gape grinning and smiling. "Under most circumstances, that would be true. What most people don't know is that I was one of the primary researchers and developers of the vore potion. Myself, Ilorek, Leera, Valencia, Keran, and Satsierra worked together to make said potion, and we all mastered the enchantment that allowed the fun to happen. As such, we don't need potions, we just enchant ourselves! Anyone else has to use the potions, but we don't."

"I see. I see." Saethwr said as he rubbed his chin. "So you're sure that it will be alright? No delay on the enchantment? I just want to be safe. Very important that we be safe. I know you've always been good to me, but the last times we did this, it wasn't impromptu like this. Instead, it was always pre-planned, and you had plenty of time to cast the spells or do whatever it is you did."

Theodit reached under the table and got out a small vial of vore potion, placing it on the counter for Saethwr to take. "Whatever the case, here's your potion. Be sure to drink it before you pass through those doors." HE pointed towards twin redwood doors opposite the front doors of the grand hall.

Saethwr grabbed the vial, popped the cork, and downed the contents with a twisted face. He was expecting the potion to be bitter and unpleasant - like flavored mucous - but instead it was more like drinking wine with the thickness of blood. Not as bad as he expected at all, and was in fact quite tasty with a berry flavor. "W-wow, did you guys change the flavor or something? Every other potion I've had has been goopy and kind of gross, but this is pretty good, if a bit thick."

Ceylon answered for Theodit. "Like I said, I aided in perfecting the potion. As I'm sure you know, potions are made from extracted ademane - a bodily fluid that holds magic charge - but that's not pleasant to drink. It's like sucking a snot ball, and tasted just as bad if not for the flavorings we put in. Over time, we found a way to maintain potency without sacrificing flavor. Now it's as you said, like wine but thicker and without the alcohol. Anyway, as for your old question, enchantments and spells take instantly, making them more direct than potions in regards to how quickly they get to work."

"That's comforting." Saethwr admitted. "So what do we do now?"

"Now, you go have your fun!" A voice called out to them from the other side of the room. When they both looked over, they saw Leera slithering her way along the ornate red and black carpet towards them, arms folded up on her back. "The two of you can go ahead, explore The Wilds, see what happens during your stay." She pushed her way forward and raised her head to be at about the same level as Saethwr and Ceylon's head height, smiling and flicker her tongue as she reached out to pat Ceylon on her shoulder, the tip of her tail curling up around to give the gryphon's ankle a nice little squeeze.

Saethwr gulped heavily as he struggled to find the courage to look up at Leera. To the vore community, this green, red, and blue naga was something of a celebrity, and was also known for her ravenous generosity. She was both immensely hungry all the time, and was willing to use this to pleasure random people by swallowing them up. He knew all about her digestive cycles and how she went from being nearly feral and bestial to the most kind and caring of serpents. Not only had he read the articles about her in magazines, but had also witnessed her mood swings first hand.

"What's the matter? Snake got your tongue?" She asked, reaching forth to lightly caress Saethwr's chin. "Never thought you'd choke up seeing me, not after where inside me you've been."

Still, he could barely speak. He only found the strength to raise his hand and open his maw, his voice being caught in his throat as his tail pulled in and coiled around his ankle in shyness.

Leera turned to face Ceylon, nuzzling the gryphon's cheeks and flicking her tongue near he ears. "Go on, I'll take care of Saeth here. I'm sure he'll see you out there."

Ceylon nuzzled back and purred gently as her feathers stood on end, puffing out in pleasure. "Sure thing. And I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Indeed." Leera confirmed, then turned back to Saethwr as Ceylon turned and made her way to the back door. When she leaned in close, she wrapped her arms around Saethwr in a hug while the back third of her body reverse coiled around his legs in a tight constriction of affection. "Long time no see, my dear! What took you so long to come and visit? Please don't tell me you were force her by Ceylon!"

"N-no, nothing like that." Saethwr countered. "I just didn't know how to go about returning to this wonderful place. I just, you know, uh, wasn't sure how I could ensure that I'd end up with someone I trusted. Someone like you." He would have blushed had his scales not been a deeper red than a blush.

Leera nodded and slid around to beside him, where she guided him towards the back door. "I can understand that. Very intimate thing, is consumption. Gotta make sure it's someone you trust, someone who you can bare your soul to without ever sacrificing your body." The closer they got to that back door, the more of her body was pressed up against his, her coils zig-zagging around his body without wrapping fully around him. She squeezed him just tight enough that he could feel the beat of her heart while she eased him away from the concierge desk. "And with that, I feel I must leave you with this." She handed him a little envelope with his name on it, then gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek with a flick of her tongue before darting off down the halls of the Vore House Manor.

Saethwr raised a hand to call out to her, to insist she stay and chat a bit longer, but she was gone too quickly and the words caught in his throat before he could speak them.

Curious, he glanced down at the envelope and tried his best to decipher what it said without opening it. Sometimes, he could squeeze the paper of the envelope down near the light and see the letters pressed out against it, but this was high quality and impermeable, so he had no choice but to open it. Inside, it read:

"Dearest Saethwr. By now I'm sure you've notice that I'm gone, as you were distracted by my lovely mate. Fret not, for I await you in The Wilds. Enclosed in this envelope are hints and riddles that will lead you to your first destination, where you will find a subsequent envelope with further instructions. Be diligent, for we have only the day to play before our time is up. I look forward to having you for a dinner and a date. Sincerely, Ceylon."

Saethwr couldn't help but grin. He'd never been on a scavenger hunt to find a predator before, but he was eager to see how things would go given the circumstances. Ceylon was somewhere out there, waiting for him with a hungry belly and all sorts of ways to put him there.

Eager to please and impatient to see what to do next, he stepped out the back door into the courtyard, tearing the envelope apart to find the second piece of paper with the instructions. This second note read that he was to go where the falls meet, yet the pools are still. He didn't immediately know what this meant, but he was happy to try to figure it out. In order to best solve the riddle, he purchased a map from the concession stand in the courtyard and studied it as well as he could.

The place that stood out was the hot springs between the jungle falls and the temple. Problem was, if he were to walk that far it would take him the better part of an hour just to get to the rainforest biome region, so he opted to speed things up a bit by flying.

As soon as he walked across the drawbridge of the courtyard he felt a rush of clear mountain air blowing over him as The Wilds expanded before him. To the north on his left, a tall mountain range with snow capped plateaus and summits surrounded by dense coniferous and deciduous forests. To the south on the right, a tropical highland with a series of interwoven waterfalls and rivers that led down into the basin that housed a temple. That was where he was going to go, after flying over the steppe, the shield, the plains, the swamp, and the savannah. Past the two mountains was a lake region, a beach region, and even an underwater region, but that was not yet relevant to his quest.

He found this all oddly exciting. Part of him would have preferred that Ceylon just take him out back and have fun with him, but this was really building up his anticipation and sold the idea of the Vore House Wilds being a safari or theme park, so he spread his wings and dove over a cliff to catch an updraft and a thermal that quickly buoyed him high into the sky so he could get a proper look at everything the Vore House Wilds had to offer.

There were dozens of others all walking up and down the trails that divided and connected the various regions, ranging from tiny little saurossins to massive quadruped dragons. Some were walking alone, and others in groups, but they were all having fun by the look of them. Scattered around the grounds adjacent to the trails and borders between biomes were merchant vendors selling swag, papers, brochures, and various other advertisements that seemed to tell of the various events that took place.

Saethwr's eyes were very keen; they had to be, given his prior job as an aerial courrier for the Untherian Military. He had honed his skills there long before immigrating to Saff'Rald and making Klyneth his home. He didn't regret making such a change, as the Epicelian continent was a hotbed for political conflict and strife, whereas Saff'Rald was at peace and had been for centuries.

Before long, he found the hot springs that were in between the temple and the waterfalls. From above, they looked like a stack of bubbles splayed out from the peak of the mountain towards the foothills; he could also tell that each new pool was a bit lower than the one before it, making the whole region more like a staircase than anything else.

Luckily for him and his keen eyes, he saw what looked like an envelope folded up next to the highest of the pools, right on the stack of slate rock that formed the rim around said spring. He did his best to descend, but found it hard due to the hot air that was billowing up under his wings in the form of thermals, forcing him to dive down like an attack before catching the air and landing delicately on the rock three pools down the steps. He wanted to be sure he didn't knock the envelope into the water.

Inside that letter was his following hint that told him the next hint would be in a treasure chest as if it were hidden by pirates, under the trees that formed an X to mark the spot. After checking on the map again to see what and where would be the most likely location for the next item, he saw a series of rocky islands in the island region past the valley made by the tropical and temperate mountains, all of which looked like they were covered in palm trees and lined by beaches around their shores.

He took flight a second time - which was quite simple given the buoying thermals that were billowing up from the hot springs. And, just like the first time, it didn't take him long to find his mark. On the southern half of the archipelago in the great lake, he saw a pair of palm trees crossing each other with a glistening, gold-bound treasure chest with a note folded up on top. As he landed, the draft from his wings blew the letter near the shore, but he was able to save it before it hit the water.

This riddle was a bit more direct, telling him to go where the patients were rejuvenated, a clear guide towards the hospital that was near the entrance that functioned both as a laboratory and a hospital for roleplay purposes as well as actual medical emergencies. Problem was, he didn't know where on the hospital he was supposed to go, at least not at first. When he got there, however, he did see a tiny paper on the middle of the "H" of the helipad, which he was able to catch with ease.

It seemed that, as Ceylon went on with her riddles, she was getting more and more lazy. The fourth of the riddles told him to go to the bayou bog, where the boardwalk meets the depths. Clearly, that was indicating that the next of the clues was at the entrance to the swamp region, where the walkways were on stilts above the slimy waters that housed the many creatures of the bog.

The flight there had him a bit apprehensive at first, for he was concerned that he might be accosted by one of the tentacle beasts he saw on the map. According to said map, the entire swamp was interlaced with the roots of the trees and the tentacles of beasts, all hungry for him. While he was eager to be tangled in their coils, he was here to see his friend Ceylon and would have hated to miss out on exploring her personal depths.

In a stroke of luck, the note was actually given to him by an attendant at the entrance to the swamp, as the bloke had been told to give it to 'a red and purple dragon'. That was somewhat boring, but with every new clue and riddle, he grew more and more anxious about what awaited him when he caught up to Ceylon. This riddle made it clear that it was the final one, and that he should seek out where the caves meet the skies, where the cold air mixes with the brisk breeze of the valley.

This wasn't quite as clear cut as the last one, because the map indicated that there were dozens of caves that fit that description, and there didn't appear to be a single one that stood out as more important or distinct. Given that lack of information, he did the best he could by simply flying overhead while keeping his eyes peeled, keen on finding a little white envelope or some further hint about Ceylon's location.

He wasn't prepared for what awaited him when he got close. As his eyes were scanning the half dozen cave openings all dotting the southbound cliffs of the northern mountain range, the terrifying sound of a raptor called out from behind him, startling him and making him lose his flapping rhythm! He turned to look and see what it was, but was tackled in midair and tossed around as claws grasped at him and a beak nipped at him! He was terrified, until he realized it was Ceylon!

Once the midair tumbling stopped and the two were gliding down together with him held in Ceylon's four limbs up against her chest, he was able to look up and see her smiling as she flew in circles near the cliffs, screeching to declare her dominance as she did an aerial dance.

She was hugging him close, occasionally preening at his neck and frills as she took over flying duties for him. She was snuggling and hugging him close, more like a lovely partner than a predator, which was exactly the sort of compassion he preferred. It was far more sensual and enjoyable for him when the consumption was more an act of intimacy instead of dominance, even if he did like being pinned down and slurped up that way from time to time. The thought was making him hard against her belly fur, something that made him blush and look away in embarrassment.

Eventually, she dove down towards the highest of the caves, landing delicately on her hind legs while using her wings for balance as she gently placed Saethwr down on his back beneath her. Once he was properly released, he covered his groin to hide his exposed member, not yet at the point where he was willing or able to bare it all to this gorgeous gryph that had captured him in midair.

Sensing this, she pawed at his chest while licking her beak. "What's the matter, Saeth? I smell that you are quite aroused already, so why hide it? You know I want you in me one way or another." She walked over him, lowering her tail to drag up his body starting at his inner thigh, teasing him with her soft fur and feathers that lined its length. All the while, she kept her eyes on him and a grin upon her beak, deviously licking it as she got into a position standing over him where her vulva could be seen directly above his head, a darker strip of moist flesh dripping a single droplet onto his snout.

He froze solid in place as he felt the drop of arousal trickle down over his lips, the scent inundating his nostrils on the way past and enticing his cock to emerge at full girth. Naturally, he tried to cover himself using his wings before Ceylon got a better look, but it seemed that was disappointing to her, as she slowly shook her head at him.

"Tsk. And I thought I'd brought you out of your shell." She scolded him as she squatted down over his head, juicy pussy dripping a slimy trail of her fluids down, dangling to just below his snout.

The only thing he could think to do was extend his head and tongue, eager to catch it and have a taste of her arousal. When she winked her lips and squeezed her depths, the strand detached itself and fell into his open maw, the viscous juices coating his tongue, teeth, and cheeks. This could have been gag inducing, had it not been coming from such a majestic gryphon. Instead, it made his whole body shudder from the back of his neck to the base of his tail, a wave of motion that he turned into a roll that got him on all fours with his snout extended upwards to lightly prod at her clitoral bulge.

She, like a mare, had plump lips and a clit that could fold outwards, an action that would part said lips and give a delectable view of a slit of cherry red inner flesh. This was the best part about the gryphon's backside, showing she wasn't a gryphon but actually a chimera. Still, she preferred to be referred to as a gryphon, so that's what Saethwr called her.

Regardless of what blood and flesh was inside her, Ceylon was an insatiable beast of a gryphon mare, and her lips were relaxed and parted, hungry for Saethwr's body. Her clit winked and her vulva pushed out, exposing that telltale ruby slit that shwed just how hungry she truly was, her vaginal canal gaping open as if to reach out and swallow him, at least until it constricted shut and squeezed out a mass of her slimy arousal to trickle down over her clit.

Saethwr leaned in and nuzzled up into the gooey mess, rubbing it all over his snout, chin, head, and neck before capturing some on his hand to rub on his cock. His own fluids were quite viscous enough as they were, but the mixed concoction of his slit juices and Ceylon's arousal felt absolutely heavenly, even if only used to reduce the friction on his scaled hand.

"Excuse my, sire Saethwr, but what are you doing?" She spat with a grin. "Shouldn't you be using that mighty cock of yours on me? I would hate for you to waste your seed on the rock of the cliff or the wind of the mountain." She winked at him, shifting her hind legs as she squatted and winked her flesh once more, another stream of her fluids dribbling out over his muzzle.

He was about to get to his feet and take her, as she'd been blunt and direct as he needed her to be to not harbor any bashfulness, but just as he was about to do that, he felt a warm fleshed maw clamp down on his one foot. When he looked back, he saw that her tail had split at the end into three jaws to bite down on his foot, the lips reaching as far up as his knee. They weren't fully rigid, so he didn't feel any pain like he would have if a dragon had bit him, but he did feel the light poking of hundreds of tiny needle point teeth clenching around his calf muscle, tugging on his scales as each of the jaws inched forward one bit at a time.

"I d-didn't know your tail could do that." He said with a whimper, wiggling his toes in the tail maw's gullet. Past the three jaws, the flesh was soft like a normal throat or pussy, and it was secreting enough saliva to drool all over the ground around his ankle and calf. The sensation of wiggling his toes inside her felt wonderful, and had foreshadowed what it would feel like to be swallowed up by that before the sun had set and the night had fallen upon them.

She clenched her tail maw down on his leg, giving a gentle tug as the throat squeezed in waves, sloshing the saliva around between his toes. "Indeed I can; I can do whatever I want, and right now my tail hungers for dragon flesh. Don't worry, you're as safe there as anywhere else."

He couldn't help but pat her on her haunches, his touch coaxing another wink out of her. "I trust you. Don't worry." He then grabbed at the base of her tail and hopped up to his one leg, his other one still out behind him and half enveloped by her tail maw. Truly, this was something that Saethwr was shocked by, and he hadn't expected that from her, even though all their encounters had told him that she was capable of shifting her body at will, creating new limbs, altering her form, or becoming bipedal.

Of course, this also indicated that, in additional to the avian and feline blood that made her a gryphon, and the equine flesh that made her chimeran, she also possessed the flesh of a snake, further making her an even more exotic chimera. Rather than repulse or repel Saethwr, that served only to arouse him further, for the sensation of that tail maw clamped around his lower leg and the softness of the flesh caressing his toes and kneading his scales with the saliva or fluid within was nearly orgasmic.

Saethwr hadn't even touched her pussy yet, at least not with his cock, and he was already feeling like he was on the verge of an explosive climax.

Sensing he had little time to waste, he hopped forth on his free foot until he was nestled up right behind her, one hand on the base of her tail and another on his member to guide him. Though he was distracted by the sensation of her tail's gullet sucking on his calf and foot, he was more fixated on the image of his deep red cock contrasting against her glistening black flesh as he rubbed the tip up and down her slit. Every motion exposed a bit of her ruby red flesh as her slit was parted, the flesh folded away to make way for him, the image making him weak at the knee.

He was about to push into her when he felt the powerfully muscled tail push up against his leg, bending it as the three jaws gaped open and the gullet slid up past his knee to clench around his thigh. One of the three jaws clamped past his hip with the teeth catching on his scales as the other two nestled up between his legs, lips teasing his own slit and tailhole while the esophagus sucked on every inch of him from hip to toes.

This sudden lurch in sensation made Saethwr lean forward, the motion plunging his cock deep into her pussy until his hips touched hers and the scales of his slit were rubbing against her velvety vulva. Her depths were immensely hot - warmer even than that of the flesh of a dragon - and the shift in temperature made him shudder in delight again. He couldn't put his one foot down, but still felt the instinct to do so, an instinct he had to actively subdue in order to not risk harming the tail's inner flesh.

Saethwr was not sure how durable that part of her was, and he certainly didn't want to risk hurting his loving predator partner. Deep down inside, part of him knew that such accidents were inevitable and that Ceylon was almost certainly prepared for such an inevitability, but he still didn't want to risk it. The last thing he wanted to do was repay her sensual consumption with the petulant resistance of ungrateful prey.

"What's the matter, Saeth?" She asked, wiggling her hips and grinding up against him as her tail pushed him into her backside. "Why'd you stop? I was enjoying that."

He had noticed that, in his daze, he'd been concentrating on the heat of her flesh and the rhythmic, wavelike gulps he felt sucking on his leg, which must have lasted longer than he imagined if Ceylon was complaining. "S-sorry about that, I didn't mean to offend; I was just enjoying your body." He explained, wiggling his toes in her tail's throat, catching a glimpse of the bulge of him pressing out against her skin which served to even better arouse him.

"Don't be sorry, hun, but don't be meek either. Just mate with me, fill me with your seed. Use me, because when you're done you'll be mine. It's only fair, Saeth." She insisted, then sucked and tugged with her tail to emphasize the point.

The thought of that tail closing up around him combined with her blatant insistence he take her as rough as he could gave him the inspiration he needed to once again lean into her, slapping his hips to hers as he pumped his cock into her repeatedly. The vigor in which he thrust made splashes in her fluids that formed droplets on his chest and all down her lower back. Every thrust coaxed a deep rumbling growl from her chest as well as a whimper from him, for her walls squeezed and constricted him far tighter than he expected given how much larger she was than him.

Normally, Saethwr would have held off or pulled out to give himself some air, but her tail was squeezing and pushing up against his leg, forcing him to stay buried deep in her sex unable to withdraw or pause. As such, the combination of pleasure from her tail's gullet and the constriction of her pussy walls holding him tight quickly brought him to climax.

His entire body twitched as he fell over her lower back, huffing and puffing while his loins twitched and pumped more and more seed into her. His ridges flared out, growing firm and wide inside her to better tickle her tender inner walls only to be pushed out as her pelvic muscles all constricted and squeezed until he could no longer keep himself inside her.

Then, at the same time, her tail maw released his hip and slid off his leg, leaving him soaked with the saliva and other fluids as the flesh slid off his scales. He felt cold, thanks to that, but the remaining tingles from the subtle friction remained just below the surface of his skin, a pleasure that didn't seem to go away.

Saethwr remained laying down on her back as his cock drooped out of her pussy, its length softening and the combined fluids from them both being squeezed out of her depths. Time seemed to stop for him, as for a minute or so all he could hear or focus on was the heaving of Ceylon's torso as the gryphon took in her deep breaths, all accentuated by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his ear.

All was well and serene, until he glanced up and saw before him the image of three throbbing tail maw jaws, each lined by four rows of snakelike teeth and a series of soft mounds of flesh and gums to make sure that it looked as appealing as could be despite the teeth. It was drooling on her back as it leaned into him, the jaws slowly closing as it got closer.

In an odd yet bold move from Saethwr, he reached out and grabbed at the cheek of the tail maw, drawing all three jaws in close so he could nuzzle into the gaping gullet where the three converged, his snout easily disappearing into the dark fleshed abyss.

The moment that the tail maw felt him pressing against its throat, all three jaws clamped down and bit down on his head, with one on either cheek and the other between his horns. Next came an almost terrifying scene, as the entire length of the tail spread and gaped wide enough to accommodate Saethwr's form, the three jaws separating from one another in the process as the muscles tensed up to extend forward, hungrily gulping at his body from the head first down his torso.

Ceylon's tail maw spread wide as it pushed down over the dragon's body, gaped wide enough to encapsulate him and slide over every inch of his body while still being just barely tight enough to pin his wings and arms against his sides. The constriction was just right, as the soft gullet flesh relaxed enough to slide over him while still remaining just tense enough to resist him.

As the jaws passed over his shoulders and the upper half of his wings, Saethwr felt his member stiffen once more, the tip pressing up against his belly just in time for one of his hands to begin to stroke himself. However, at that exact same time - as the three jaws had extended and walked their way half way down his torso - the passage through the tail relaxed and widened of its own volition, sucking on his body while also gulping and tugging at the same time.

This negative pressure actually sucked his arms up from around his groin, forcing his hands to extend above his head so he was practically diving through her tail maw's gullet. From there, the tail pushed down over him with absolute ease, the length of the throat loose and weak to allow him to pass through with ease, while the three jaws remained clamped down around his midsection with the teeth extending to walk down his body, pulling more of him into her one row of scales at a time.

She hoisted him up off the ground, angling the maw's gaping gullet towards the sky as every muscle in her tail constricted in waves starting at the jaws and making their way up towards her body. The peristaltic gulps caressed Saethwr's full body, rubbing her flesh against his scales time and again while also pinning his cock up against his belly by caressing its underside. All of this was intensely pleasant to him, as he felt that same sexual pre-release in every inch of his body from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his wings. Only his feet and very end of his tail was poking out, writhing and squirming in place to roll the saliva all over himself, relishing the slick lack of friction.

From there, it didn't take long at all for the rest of him to disappear into Ceylon's tail maw. With the help of gravity, the suction from within, the gulping motions of her many muscles, and his own eagerness to be deep inside her urging him to slither his way in deeper, mere seconds passed before he felt the jaws clamp shut around the very tip of his tail as his body lurched deeper until his arms were forced to fold on his chest and his snout touched a tighter segment of her passage.

He must have reached the base of her tail. At first he thought this was just where he would stay for the duration of the rest of his time in The Wilds, but the more he writhed and nuzzled up against the back end of the passage he rested within, the more clear it became that there was more to this path he'd taken. There was a very tight hole leading in deeper, one so tight that he could barely fit a finger through it as he struggled to pull his hand up past his head.

Though not clear at the time, he would eventually come to realize that this was her cervix, and he was about to be swallowed and deposited into her womb.

Before that revelation could hit, every single muscle in her tail clenched down on him as hard as it could, forcing him to press up tight against the narrow passage before him. For a brief moment, he worried that he would get squished and hurt by the constriction of the passage, but just as he was about to call out in distress, the tightness before him loosened up and let him lurch through her into the gryphon's depths all at once, the ring of flesh passing over him with ease before depositing his entire body in a warm sack of flesh surrounded by the nearby sound of gurgling and the gentle throb of a beating heart.

All he could feel beyond the gentle shifting of uterine walls around him was the occasional rhythmic clenching of her clitoral winking that came every few seconds. He could feel her pelvic walls contract around him, squeezing him even tighter than before.

In that very moment, he felt a sense of utter ease and relaxation, like he had finally fallen asleep after a three day shift in the air. Every muscle in his body relaxed, every scale tingled, and every bit of him inside and out felt like it was on the verge of a full bodied orgasm. He wasn't there, he didn't climax, but that tingle and the gentle buzz of pleasure reminded him of the same sensation he got mere seconds before his orgasm, and it wasn't going away.

He didn't want it to go away, not even as his consciousness drifted off into a semi-lucid state within her. Time folded in and on itself over and over again as his dreams overlapped and grew to be cyclical. Images of letters and notes and chests and hot springs flashed in his mind, followed by a rather vivid image of the mountain cave opening turning into Ceylon's pussy before swallowing him up, in much the same way he felt like he'd fallen into an abyss made of flesh.

Before long, the flesh that smothered him secreted enough fluid to fill in the gaps between his scales and Ceylon's womb, the liquid forcing itself into his lungs and body to make him feel like he was part of her body, somehow connected to her spirit, her aura flowing through him.

There was no true way to know how much time had passed before he was jerked back awake by having the fluid around him forcefully ejected from the womb that he'd grown accustomed to. Within seconds of that happening - and far before he was able to find his bearings - every muscle around him contracted all at once, forcing him to shift in place until his snout found the cervix and burst through it!

Fluids gushed past him as the womb squeezed hard until he lurched out of it, his entire body passing through her birth canal all at once to land in a glorious puddle of birthing liquid. While on the way out, his still-hard member rubbed over her G-spot and got temporarily snagged on the underside of her clit, the subtle and intense sensations coaxing that long-dormant orgasm out of him that made him shudder in delight as the milky mess joined the fluid that had been rebirthed alongside him.

A tongue started lapping at his body, confusing him at first as he continued to struggle to find his place with so little light out; the sun had fallen and night had blanketed the land. It wasn't until he rolled onto his back to see Ceylon hovering over him that he realized what had happened, and to relax knowing that he had truly enjoyed an afternoon with Ceylon.

Saethwr tried to talk, but the fluid was still in his lungs and that made forming words rather challenging. Instead, he coughed and hacked as she leaned into him and started tongue bathing him, purring and chirping in his ear as he struggled to find the right air to breath.

Ceylon didn't seem concerned - and rightly so, Saethwr knew that this was part of the vore process after regurgitation, he knew he was fine - but she did say one small thing to him that made him feel a swell of pride and desire.

"The Wilds are closed, my dear, but we're still in the cave. We'll have to stay here in each other's embrace until morning when they open up again. I hope you don't mind cuddling with me until the sun rises."