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Chapter VII

(xSini)

Sini had a good view of the outside from where he stood, at least. He wasn't too upset about not quite fitting through the door. There was still plenty to see just roaming the grounds. He kept an eye out for anything that might have been going on within those crumbling walls, ready to swoop in and conduct a rescue if anything particularly shady went on in there. He couldn't hear anything, couldn't see their flashlight beams anymore. Knowing them, they'd probably found a spooky basement and simply couldn't resist exploring. Well, he hoped they didn't come running to him for sympathy when they got scared by a creaky pipe or such.

There was definitely an aura of gloom and doom hovering around the misty mansion, one that he might even have found creepy if he wasn't a thirteen-foot-tall dragon. As such, it wasn't exactly easy to get a scare out of him. He was just enjoying the ambiance, really. It was a warm, dark evening, filled with the crisp scents of autumn. And when he pushed all thoughts of horror out of his mind, the mansion was an interesting piece of history. He felt like they were the first to see it in years, given its withered state way outside of town, where no one dared to visit for fear of being whatever might happen to them.

Most of the old statues and other exterior architecture had crumbled to little more than dust and rubble, but he was surprised to find what looked like a perfectly intact hedge maze just standing tall in the middle of the grounds. Unlike the decaying husks of everything else around him, it was still healthy, the shrubs fresh and green as if just recently tended to by some unseen caretaker. And it was huge, too. Even at his size, he couldn't see over the top. Maybe he could have flown over, but that would have been cheating. He had to amuse himself somehow while everyone else was busy doing their Halloween thing. The corridors of greenery were a tight fit, but expansive enough that all he needed to do was tuck in his wings and he could walk through just fine.

There were fresh tracks in the dirt below. And a lot of them. They belonged to several different species he could recognize, and another three-toed one he couldn't. Maybe another dragon. They all were going in the same direction, which kind of ruined the puzzle for him, but he followed along anyway, twisting and winding around. He hadn't taken an overhead view beforehand, and it was getting hard to believe just how long the maze went on for, lasting minute after minute, until he felt like he could have walked home by then with how long he'd been wandering.

He wasn't too worried. If he got lost, he was pretty sure he could just force his way out through the walls. As much of a shame as it might have been to ruin such an immaculately kept hedge. But that didn't prove necessary, because he was definitely making progress. The nearby trickle of water told him as much. He emerged into a clearing, a central courtyard he presumed was in the middle of the maze. The sound he heard was a fountain, flowing freely with dark water. It ran down from the open beak of a marble raven, the statue standing tall and preserved, looking almost new. Sini stood observing it for a time, until his eyes caught a flickering light nearby.

It looked like a gathering of fireflies, but with a distinct ghostly blue-green tone to it, twinkling there in the moonlight. He couldn't let his imagination run away with things. Though he couldn't help his curiosity. It compelled him to approach, leaning his head down to have a closer look. Those bugs, those little glimmers of light, reflections, whatever they were, they didn't disperse when he came near. They just remained there, hovering above what looked very distinctly like a stack of assorted bones. With how many were accumulated there, they definitely belonged to more than one creature. Or person.

It was when he leaned down to take a close look that he felt the sharp pain. There was no sound, no flash of movement, just a sudden sting in his neck that made him briefly wince. It was gone as soon as it began, replaced instead by numbness. When he reached a foot up to rub at the location of the unexplained feeling, he instead found someone was there. She was attached to him by a pair of snakelike fangs embedded deeply into the side of his throat, injecting some sort of venom into his body. That part he wasn't worried about, given his inherent immunities to such things, but he had to admit he was impressed those teeth actually managed to get through his scales.

Before he could try to pry the attacker off of him, they slipped free and dropped silently to the ground, despite their size. While nowhere near his own heft, she was still an impressive specimen. When he looked, he was gazing at the naked curves of a raptoress. Not four-legged like him, but tall, athletic if not exactly muscular, slender and in possession of a particularly wild expression. All fangs and tongue and drool, she was holding a silent snarl that became a snakelike hiss as she swished her tail slowly, staring at him, flicking her tongue. He just stared right back, freely admiring the earthy scales and curves on display before him as he offered an amused smile. He wondered why she was so wet, sleek all over and coated in some kind of thin, green fluid.

"Well, that's no way to say hello. I'm afraid that's not going to work on me, but impressive effort nonetheless."

He leaned his head down closer to her and just breathed a little deeper, exhaling the first sample of his inner toxins, letting her breathe them. They weren't fatal or anything. More just intoxicating. The kind of thing he might use to subdue someone before feasting on them. And well, she was a big dino, but she wasn't too big for him. After an unprovoked attack like that, he was sure he could find the room for her.

Except, she seemed entirely unshaken by the little puff. He exhaled a little more sharply, until the cloud of intoxication was visible, a violet haze wafting towards the raptoress as she hunched, shivering, her sodden blonde hair hanging over her face. He might have been the one with four legs, but she was looking a whole lot more viscious than he ever got. And she didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest even after that heavy dosage. If anything, she just looked ... bigger, somehow. She wasn't even standing up to her full height, but he found himself at eye level with her, or even looking up at her, without even being certain why.

"What in the - that's not how this is supposed to work."

Whatever it was swirling through his veins wasn't venom. Or at least it didn't act like it was supposed to. It was something special, something that couldn't have come naturally. His body didn't resist it, but instead embraced it, accelerating its transformative process. It wasn't until he was looking up at her gaping, dripping jaws and fangs from a position barely half her towering height that it fully clicked for him.

He was so much smaller, and in so little time. Such a revelation left him stunned, just staring up at her, watching the hunger in her orange eyes flare up volcanically. This kind of thing just didn't happen to him. He had no idea how to handle it, no pre-existing instincts to tell him what to do. But he knew a hungry look when he saw one, and so he did his best impression of his more herbivorous friends and bolted in the opposite direction, as quickly as his shrunken legs could carry him.

He didn't hear her in pursuit, and he didn't bother looking back to check. Instead, he just picked the first path he saw and made his way forward, turning this way and that without thinking. All was silent but for his footfalls, so much softer than he was used to hearing them. The hedge walls around him might as well have stretched to the sky. He was so small, barely higher than a dog. Like a pet. And he couldn't find a way out, no matter what how far he dashed. Eventually his twists and turns led him to a dead end, and he went skidding through the dirt, spinning around as fast as he could.

She was there. Standing in complete silence, she was directly in front of him as soon as he turned around. Somehow she hadn't made a sound following him, but she did as soon as she saw him looking at her. Hissing and chittering, she was a strange mix of noises from various species, hinting at some sort of hybrid nature. That was not the time for analysis, especially when he saw her crouching low, flexing a pair of powerful thighs as she prepared a pounce. No matter how much he tried to weave and dodge out her way, she still caught him with it.

They went tumbling through the dirt together, leaving him flabbergasted, struck dumb by the impact of her body rocketing towards him as much as by the shock of being the powerless one for once. They flopped about until finally coming to a stop with her on top of him, glaring down, jaws open, drool flowing, spattering upon his face as she held him flat. Her forked tongue flicked towards him, and she sucked in a sharp breath, breaking into a frightening grin as she loomed above him. The look she was casting down couldn't have been more obviously predatory.

"Now just hold on, you can't -" he protested, but she interrupted him with a lunge, a snap of her head as swift as a cobra's strike.

He was all at once immersed in her. It was just his head, but the way she overtook his senses in her soaking, steaming hot jaws made him feel like he'd already been fully eaten. She definitely didn't take after other reptiles in her body temperature. It was hot even for a dragon within her as she sucked and slurped along his features, lashing his face with her tongue as she shoved his entire head towards her throat. The strength of her gulping was like that of a constricting snake, clamping down upon his scales as soon as he was near and not letting go. She didn't pause for breath, didn't bother savouring him. Her hunger was as vicious and feral as she was, and she was shoving him inside before he even got a chance to gasp.

Of course he struggled. A dragon like him couldn't simply let himself be eaten like that. Even if the odds were looking stacked against him. He had to do something. And he didn't stop wiggling even when it seemed to just make it more fun for her. She hissed and even moaned around him as she gobbled him down, feeling him struggling all the way. When she didn't need her hands to keep forcing him into her slimy gullet any longer, she just rubbed at the bulge of his body within her scales, then down her form, stroking herself with her claws and palms alike. A squeeze to her own breasts, a rub of her belly, and even a finger slowly gliding around the bare lips of her pussy made it clear how much she was enjoying devouring him.

He didn't see any of that. All was dark inside her, listening to her accelerating pulse, her inner hisses and groans of delight. Down below, her belly was already stirring up an intimidating symphony of digestive noise. It sloshed and sizzled like it was working on some other meal. The scent of acid was present, though surprisingly mild, mixing with the humid scent and something sweet. His legs were sticking out between her lips, catching on those two elongated fangs of hers while her tongue played up between them. She stole a few quick slurps, teasing beneath his tail. But that was enough to satisfy her, leaving her snapping her head back and gulping hard, engulfing him in the pythonic pressure of her gullet, so strong as to nearly crush him.

All the air got squeezed out of his lungs in the process, keeping him from even gasping out when he splashed down into the juicy confines of her gut. She was taller than him, but still plenty lean, which meant that he stretched her out with a round, pregnant-looking bulge as soon as he settled down within her. The scent of acid was stronger, lightly burning in his flaring nostrils, but so was that unexpected sweetness.Like a sugary, bubblegum flavour emanating from those oozing walls, clinging to his body as the chymification began.

The flexing and squeezing around Sini's body was making for a distinct outline of shrunken dragon all wrapped up in the flexible scales of the raptoress' belly. And all that movement was churning up plenty of bubbles, expanding and snapping against the dragon's scales. The air grew hotter as plenty of that fresh oxygen rushed back out the same way he had entered, sending the raptor's whole body reeling, recoiling with the perfect rumbling eruption of a belch, bursting forth in a triumphant BLARRRP that must have went on for a full ten seconds. The dino rocked on her rump, nearly tumbling backwards with the power of it, bracing herself there on the dirt as her spit went flinging off in all directions, raining down like a tiny storm.

She wasn't even done. One big blast wasn't enough to properly announce she'd succeeded in consuming a dragon whole. Another powerful clamp of her insides around his squirming body and she churned up another puff of heated breath, all smelling of dragon and digestion. It was even a bit purple, floating along on the breeze she produced burping out his supposedly irresistible toxins. She laid back against one of the maze's walls and finally relaxed, settling down with a long, happy sigh. A lick of her chops and suckle of her teeth had her wishing she'd spent longer tasting him before tucking him away in her sloshing depths.

"Mmmmmm ... okay that's much better," she said with a little giggle, patting at her food bulge as it shifted and jostled beneath her scales, stretching them so taut as to be partly translucent. It didn't seem to be a strain for her.

Sini tried to push those walls apart, to give himself more room, but no matter how much he fought he just found his limbs shaking, unable to hold up to such power. He wasn't strong enough to overcome her digestion. And she was working on him fast. Already he was feeling softer, feeling his toes going numb, his tail getting liquefied as it dissolved in those thick fluids. None of it hurt. She seemed to be skipping the messier part of digestion and simply turning him into goo right on the spot. No sizzling, no peeling the scales, simply melting him down as surely as if he were an ice cube under the sun.

"Wish I could have spent a little longer with you, but you were still delicious! I don't get to eat many dragons. They're always so stubborn about that kind of thing. But you went down nice and smooth!" She happily whapped at her gut with her palm. "I'm Sara by the way! Kind of late for introductions I guess. Oh well! Hee."

As she turned him to little more than goop and bones, little by little, squishing him up in the powerful contractions of her belly, she couldn't help but get turned on. She clenched her jaws, closed her eyes, and just laid back. Going cross-legged, she took her belly in both hands and began massaging firmly. Her tail was just as nimble as any other limb, and she snaked it around and over one of her thighs to start teasing at herself, pointing the tip right at her labia and smearing through her own juices until she tapped her clit. Then another glide back down the surface of her glossy pussy and she plunged suddenly inside. She made herself moan, she made herself hiss, and she was soon outright gushing over the few inches she'd inserted, coating her own scales in those steamy juices. And that was just a start. It was only going to get messier.

The same could be said about Sini inside her, getting compressed into a smaller and smaller ball as Sara's gut rapidly shrunk down around him. The initial bulge had mostly flattened, and what remained was perfectly round, hardly resembling a dragon's outline anymore. Her digestives didn't care about his scales, didn't care if he was a dragon. He was still made of meat.

His tail and his limbs had long since joined with the glorping sludge all around him, indistinguishable from the rest of the thick, loudly bubbling mess. She was already absorbing him, already converting him into pudge and curves, getting thicker and softer with every second that went by. He was still alive and conscious even as he felt significant amounts of himself being absorbed down into her intestines for further processing. Nobody's belly worked that fast, not even a dragon's, he found himself thinking with what remained of his own coherence. But what was he going to do about it, correct her? He was helpless to do anything more than digest for her, feeling that warm numbness creeping up the rest of his body, reaching his core, his vitals.

All the while, she just masturbated to the feeling of melting prey. She could fit a whole lot of her own tail inside of her, jamming a full foot of the scaly appendage in and out, soaking wet as she schlicked and gushed. Her body was trembling with pleasure, her eyes shut and her tongue hanging from her jaws. A silly smile was on her face as she just panted and whimpered, sounding so very soft, so delicate and feminine despite the fact that she was still digesting the last of the once mighty and impressive dragon. When she felt that remaining solid piece inside her collapse inwards, failing to hold up to the constant churns, she just hissed out so hard she spat on herself, drooling and finally growling as she squirted all over her own tail. She soaked her thighs, she sprayed the ground, she shook and she convulsed like a wild creature, rocking back and forth to ride out the full extent of her juicy orgasm. And then she just settled back down, shoulders slumping before she flopped back, tongue hanging free and dripping thick ropes of dino saliva on her own tits as she felt herself up, admiring her new plumpness.

She was still on the skinny side, but she was wearing some pudge around her gut to show how well-fed she was. Her butt was bigger and softer, her thighs were somehow even juicier. And she'd gone up at least a full cup-size, something she was enjoying as she just bounced those padded breasts in her cupping palms. She started to giggle, only to be interrupted by another sudden belch. That one was particularly wet, churned up from her deepest depths, forcing up a slimy remnant of her prey that bulged its way up her throat.

It didn't bother her at all, all smoothed over by digestion as it was. Just a nice, polished dragon skull, sent soaring out from between her belching lips. She caught it in both hands before it could hit the ground, holding it up in front of her face with a grin. It grinned back, or so it appeared with all those teeth bare and exposed. Just looking into those empty sockets, knowing how quickly she'd turned him into little more than the soaking trophy she held there in her clutches, she couldn't help but giggle some more. Especially as she laid a smooch on his bony forehead.

"You look great! I'm gonna keep ya," she chirped, as bright and cheery as if they'd just had a good date. "Thanks for the pudge! I really needed that. All those weird rat experiments left me hungry."

Dropping that dragon skull down to her lap, she amused herself by briefly grinding over it a few times, rubbing her sloshed sex over his snout. Then she just relaxed. She watched the skies, and the bright moon fading behind the clouds. Her keen eyes could guide her home. She was stronger, faster, more dangerous thanks to the enhancements made in that lab. And her appetite was even more insatiable than before. That was going to be annoying, but she was confident in her ability to turn absolutely anyone she desired into another squishy layer of raptor fat, to be burnt off within a day or two. Even an entire dragon was just another feast among the many, many more to come.

Chapter VIII

(DesertGoddess)

Mahiri sat leaning against the locked door, hiding out in a dusty old master bedroom as he awaited the end of the night. Nothing could get him there. He knew he had a deal - but he wasn't so foolish as to expect the many creatures that claimed such a terrible realm of horror as their home to honour it and leave him unharmed if they caught him. Though much of what was happening was taking place in distant worlds, he could still hear some of it. There were snarls, there were screams. There was laughter. But worst of it all was the silence that eventually fell, like blanket thrown over it all, stifling to the point he couldn't even hear himself breathing. He knew he was alone.

Maybe that meant he was finally free. His service to Her was complete. But the door wouldn't unlock when he tried it. Behind him, it was warmer. A wet sound like rushing water hit his ears, but rather than perk, he flattened them, shrinking down, knowing that someone or something was near, was in the room with him. He just leaned his forehead against the door for a time, not turning around, as if not looking would somehow prevent there from being any danger. The sound grew more insistent, until he realized it wasn't flowing water, but rather a deep, sultry hiss.

He expected to be looking in the face of some kind of monstrosity when he turned. Instead, there was a much more welcoming sight. The bedroom wasn't abandoned anymore. It was warmly inhabited, tidied up when he wasn't looking and bathed in the soft radiance of flickering candlelight. Such a romantic glow reflected pleasantly upon the scales of the other occupant. The leopard was swiftly left to gaze upon the ruby red body of a thickly curvaceous, incredibly busty serpent, all stretched out upon a bed of fresh, golden-toned sheets. Laying on her side put a special emphasis on just how thick she was, with her gorgeously ample thighs and hips calling to the lone cat, a dangerous siren song of soft serpent shapes. He'd never seen a more welcoming sight, especially when she beckoned to him, flicking her forked tongue his direction, unfolding her attractive hood.

Still, he was hesitant. He stood across the room, clasping his fingers together. Nothing in this house was what it seemed. Especially something too good to be true. She was so richly endowed with such a womanly, even motherly figure she hardly even looked real. Her eyes were intense in their unblinking stare, but that was just a snake thing. Certainly her smile looked genuine. But then so did her fangs, glimpsed faintly behind her lips. He was pretty sure that hood meant she was venomous. That going anywhere near her was a bad idea, especially in such a place. But oh, the thought of just giving in and burying his face in that massive set of firm, scaly snake tits....

"Why are you just ... sssstanding there, kitty?" She hissed the word so extensively that it had to be intentional.

And it was plenty effective, too. Just hearing her speak, and he was already fighting against his own urges. He wanted to trust her, to throw caution to the wind and just grind up against her naked body. The room was feeling increasingly warm by the moment, as if those candles were putting off an incredible amount of heat in addition to their smooth, calming scent. Not to mention how difficult it was getting to conceal his arousal, the longer he stared at her. She didn't seem to mind his eyes tracing up and down her form, almost as if she expected him to be admiring her.

He blustered out his answer, unable to form his words clearly. "I don't - it's just, I don't know if this is real. And we're here, in a place that's ... not safe. And I don't even know who you are."

That just made her softly smile. He could see her fangs a little better, the many tiny flames twinkling in their reflection.

"Well, that part if easy. I am Versia. Pleased to meet you, cutie. As long as you're here with me, you'll be safe." She ran a single finger down her side, seductively outlining the roundness of her hip. "And as for how real I am - well, there is only one way for you to find out, isn't there?"

That got him moving. It was getting increasingly unbearably just to wear clothes in her presence. He couldn't even recall the last time he had desired someone more. His purring was impossible to suppress, and he couldn't stop his tail from swishing either. Her eyes lit up with something bright, something irresistible the closer he wandered, until she was finally reaching her hand out for him.

"That's it, kitten. You deserve a reward for all your hard work. Lie with me a while and let me spoil you."

He was out of his clothes before he even hit the bed, and he didn't bother to fold them nicely. Over his shoulder went his coat, his shirt, and he kicked away his pants before leaping into her sultry embrace. He needed her. Just to feel her arms around her, stronger than his own, pulling him close, mashing him up between the gigantic swell of her breasts, and he was relieved. No more resisting, no more doubting. Simply indulging in her, while she pressed him closer and closer. Her scales rubbed against his fur, he felt her bust heaving as her breath grew just a little faster, and she smelled of spice and incense. She was definitely real. Or real enough.

Her hissing sounded almost aggressive, but it was just music to his ears. He rubbed up against her, naked and rumbling. She didn't mind any of his grinding. She encouraged it. When he pressed his firmed cock up against her belly, or her thigh, she just rubbed right back on him, letting him dampen her scales with a light coating of pre, already flowing steady from his shaft. Gliding up against her scales only made him harder, until he was outright whimpering with how much she had turned him on in a few short minutes. It was nearly unbearable.

"It's okay, kitty. Just relax. Touch whatever you like. I love listening to your purr," she whispered in his ear, her tongue flicking along its edge with her every word.

That was much easier said than done, but he did his best to suck in a breath and settle down. Not that he was getting any softer. He rubbed against her belly a while, slowly exploring over her body in firm, professional strokes. Even after a horrifying night like that one, he never forgot his skills, making the most of his trained and talented fingers to knead deeply into her ample padding and softness. He kissed as well, pressing his lips to one of her breasts, directed to her cushy nipple by a gentle touch of her hand on the back of his head, letting him nibble there, and lick. That brought a satisfied-sounding hiss from her, but it was hard to tell what the sounds really meant. Either way, he just kept touching, massaging, stroking up and down her body, forgetting all about the screams, about the trust everyone had placed in him when he led them to this place. He focused only on his lust, on the pleasure of being close to her and basking in her spicy scent.

When he felt her guidance, he followed. She slipped her tail about his thighs, his waist, his belly. All the way up to his chest, stretching and coiling all around. She might not have been a feral serpent, but she still knew well how to squeeze. The very tip of her tail pressed to his lips, and then beyond, filling his mouth with the taste of her scales while she kneaded him. There was strength in her embrace. Power behind the muscular flexes of her coils. He was barely even putting any weight on the bed, suspended there, held in the air by her mighty grip. And she only squeezed tighter and tighter, forcing the air from his lungs, testing the strength of his ribs while he gasped under her attention. Her stare never ceased. Hungry. Dangerous. And so irresistible.

The harder she held him, the closer she came to crushing the very life out of his soft frame, the more turned on he got. She chuckled when she noticed that, flicking her tongue in his direction. Pulling her tailtip from his mouth, she instead just rubbed it over his face, smearing him in his own saliva while she hissed to him.

"Kitty boy likes a good squeeze, doesn't he? I bet he'd let me go all the way. Let me break his bones just for my own pleasure."

When he tried to respond to such a tease, she gave a frightening flex of her tail, freezing him in place, keeping him from breathing whatsoever. She held him like that for a few seconds, making him squirm and struggle at first, feeling panic take over while he suffocated. When he relaxed and submitted to her, she released him. He flopped down to his hands and knees, huffing out. Even after that, he wasn't still as hard as ever.

"Good boy," she said, and pushed him flat on his back with a firm shove.

And then she was on top of him. Looking up at her from that angle, her face partly concealed by the swell of her bust, he could only stare, nearly mimicking her unblinking nature. Leaning down to kiss him on the lips meant mashing those tits right up against his chest and chin, all but immersing him as she smooched. Her tongue pushed to his lips, the forked tip tickling him, and he opened his mouth for her so she could shove it inside. It swished and wriggled around among his teeth, acting much like a serpent of its own, wet with her saliva as it flowed thick to taste him. He wasn't worried about that, not when he was all pinned down beneath that much sexy snake.

She kept working her tongue inside his mouth for a time, only for her to briefly withdraw and lick over one of her own fangs. He heard it dragging along that sharp edge, a slick scraping sound that made him tense for just a second. Then her tongue was in his mouth again, but this time it came with a new taste. More than just her spit and breath, there was something strong, something that shocked him out of his dazed and lusty state and into wide-eyed awareness. There was nothing he could do with her tongue moving around between his lips, spreading that spike of strange flavour around, until he was swallowing it. He felt a strange sort of tingle come over him, along with a tightness in his chest which went along with his heart pumping much faster. And his cock throbbed so hard he thought it might burst for a moment, or at least cum before he was ready.

Seeing his alarmed expression, she slowly pulled back, licking over her lips, letting him get a good look at those fangs once more. They were visibly dripping something that nearly glowed in the limited light, something more than just saliva. Though there was plenty of that too. Her mouth was wet after kissing him. The feeling of his body working itself up, of everything getting more intense faded as soon as it began, dulling his panic, but it left behind a strange sort of afterglow. His sense of touch seemed notably more sensitive, her every scale grinding against his skin like ecstasy all on their own. To say nothing of how good it felt to have his cock pressed up against her belly, dripping thickly as if already cumming on her. He mewled wordlessly, and that made her softly chuckle.

"Not so bad, is it? That was just a little taste of what I can do. Of course, it's much more effective if you let me bite rather than just swallowing it..." She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

That had the cat's eyes wide once more. He looked into hers. There was something simply charming about her gaze. Like he could feel the lust inside her just to stare a while, until his own desire was growing even more intense. It was something beyond horny by then. It was more like rapture. Though he still wasn't totally stupid. It wasn't like she was hypnotizing him or anything. Just turning him on. The mention of a bite, and he had to inquire, his voice soft and meek.

"Bite? But wouldn't that just mean I die?"

She smiled broadly, licking over her lips once more, stroking her hand along his cheek as she spoke. "Oh, silly kitten. Do you really think I would want to stop having fun with you so soon? I will be careful not to give you too much."

He was starting to forget how he'd even arrived there in the first place. All he knew was the urgency of his arousal, and how good her cool breath felt on his face. The longer he looked into her eyes, the more he wanted to do what she wished. He was confident it wasn't her controlling him. He simply loved the thought of making her smile, of returning some of the bliss she was already granting him. So he slowly tilted his head back for her, showing the cream-coloured fur of his bare throat, exposing it to those deadly fangs. And the hiss he got in response was most definitely a pleased one, almost like a moan as her voice slipped into it.

She took it slow for him. Just easing into a nibble, lining up her four fangs with a vein on his throat. He could feel his pulse in his neck as he squirmed a little in anticipation, wondering just how it was going to feel to have a snake's venom flowing through his veins. He'd already had a small taste, and that alone would have been enough to give him a mind-blowing orgasm when the time came. He was almost afraid the experience might have proven too much. But there was no turning back, not when her fangs were already piercing his skin.

He flinched at first, but the pain was only brief. A tiny little prick, nothing to complain about. He didn't feel anything flowing into him, but maybe that was a good thing. When she withdrew, she licked off those little wounds and then her own lips and fangs. She was really starting to drool by then. Her tongue alone wasn't doing the trick when it came to catching it all, necessitating her wiping off her lips with the back of her arm. But after that, she was right back to smiling to him, looking into his eyes while the venom started to do its work.

It didn't hurt in the slightest. It tingled through his body, starting at the entry point and working up to his scalp until he swore he could feel it in the long strands of hair. Then it was on his tongue, leaving it a bit numb, silencing anything he might have said. And down, working over his chest, making his heart pump harder, making his breathing just a little faster, and only making his purrs come louder. When it reached his cock, he gave a weak cry, jutting his hips upwards, reaching what felt like orgasm in an instant. But he didn't cum. That peak persevered, but he remained locked at the height of his own pleasure, trapped in what was supposed to only last a moment, until he was outright whimpering with need.

And it felt even better when she shoved herself down on his cock. He hardly even saw her coming, didn't notice her repositioning as his eyes outright welled up with tears from his pleasured state. He yowled out, almost screaming when she enveloped his whole shaft in her pussy, all in one smooth slide, letting him delve slickly into her soaking depths, squishing and squelching as he found himself immersed. Just like that, he was balls-deep in serpent sex, feeling her starting to grind and gyrate, swinging her hips side to side to rub over his inches, before simply starting to bounce that thick booty up and down on his hips and thighs alike. Her lusty, forceful movements had that her great round ass jiggling and slapping down upon him with a echoing slap that went along with a deep creak of the bed's springs like it was going to collapse beneath them at any moment. She was fucking him hard.

She didn't seem to care if it was too much, if he could even handle the pleasure. Not did she bother to slow down when he was obviously reaching his peak. It didn't take long with her riding him like that. She was a strong snake, pounding down on him, driving his cock into harder and harder while her juices outright gushed out over his balls as she got increasingly soaking wet to use him like that. He felt himself flailing his arms, grabbing at the bed, then her thighs, digging his fingers deep as he alternatively whined and snarled, trying to let that perfect, brain-melting, sack-tightening, spine-tingling sensation of near-orgasm linger for as long as he possibly could. But his body had limits, and her forceful, dominant thrusting, overtaking his cock from tip to base over and over finally finished him off.

He squished his hands deep into the cushioned cheeks of her rear as he came, his cock bulging out as he churned up a fat load of leopard cum for her. She simply remained on top, pushing so firmly on his hips the bed crackled sagged almost to the floor while he emptied every single drop his nuts could produce into her reptilian pussy. His eyes were shut tight the whole time, mewling, shaking, unable to control himself while jet after jet filled her, overflowing, making a mess of her juicy thighs and his own belly in the process. When he was done, he slumped, his arms falling back down to his sides, his chest heaving, his body still tingling. The afterglow threatened to simply knock him right out. When he opened his eyes again, her face was very close to his. And he was swiftly getting wet with how thickly she was drooling on him. Droplets of snake spit dribbled right down upon his features, streaming over his nose, his cheeks, his lips, letting him taste it.

It was flowing much more steadily than before. Something was getting her worked up. He looked into her mouth, open wide. And past it, up to her eyes. They kept drawing his gaze. He knew he ought to be afraid, staring up at her like that, pinned, his sensitive cock still shoved deep inside of her, making him twitch when she flexed on it, even slightly. She had the advantage. But he could feel nothing but trust, nothing but comfort and safety for as long as he was under his care. So much so that even as she descended upon him to begin slipping her mouth around his muzzle, he didn't struggle, didn't resist, didn't even flinch. He simply purred for her as the darkness of her maw overtook him in its slick, slimy embrace, splishing and splashing around his ears as he kept her drooling.

Saliva rolled down his throat as she engulfed him. Her hisses echoed up from within her, mixing with those messy sounds as she began to swallow. There was no teasing, no ambiguity to what she was doing. She was taking him inside, eating him whole, just like a snake ought to. If there was any part of him left to resist such a fate, it had long since fallen dormant. He was nothing but a purring, wriggling meal for her to slurp down, spot by spot, until his dazed expression was outlined in her throat, wrapped up in her shiny scales and slipping downwards. All around him there echoed the slippery symphony of gulping noises, loud enough to hurt his ears. She wasn't wasting any time treating him as anything more than prey, to be forced down her throat as quickly as possible before he could even think of getting away.

It wasn't long of sliding into her humid but surprisingly cool innards that his face had vanished. Trapped behind the rise of her breasts, plenty of him was already simply gone. The rest of his body was framed between her lips, her fangs grazing over his back and belly as she ate him, working her gullet firmly around his feminine body possessed by a great urge to have his whole self trapped inside her gut. It meant her throat squeezed him hard enough to knock the air right out of his lungs, leaving him gasping the limited, damp air inside of her to refill. It wasn't unlike constricting him in a snake's coils.

Flexible and feline though he was, he couldn't bend to impossible angles. Eventually his cock had to come out of her, slipping free with a juicy pop, leaving some leopard cum running down her thighs as she worked to finish him off. He didn't flop out either. His shaft remained fully engorged, pulsing in such a way that his legs twitched with every throb, his toes curling as she flicked her tongue over it. Just a little tease. Her focus was on consuming him, and she continued doing so with a long, noodle-like slurp of his thighs, slicking up those spots until his fur was flat and soaked, his legs vanishing down her gullet join the rest.

Soon there was little more than a pair of kitty paws framed between her deadly fangs, along with a wiggling tail. She laid her head back and let his feet descend, sucking on his tail for a while just to get one last satisfying slurrrrrp before it ended up bunched up in her throat with the rest of him. A final gulp, rocking her body back and forth as if she were still riding him, and the remaining bulge of the leopard was all the way down to her belly. He stretched it out nicely, pushing her breasts upwards, making them jiggle from the impact of him hitting the slimy bottom. From within, her hisses were more muffled, but he still heard them. They just had to compete with the sudden onset of messy, gurgling noise rumbling up from all around him.

Her belly was warm but not hot, and it grew tighter and tighter, wrapping all around him, constricting him in its nearly crushing embrace until he had to curl his knees right up to his shoulders just to fit during some of the particularly firm compressions. It all went along with the fluids rising within, starting to stick to his skin. He was soon left with a thick, sticky coating clinging to his fur, and it wouldn't come off no matter how much he squirmed. Which wasn't much, given just how tightly those belly walls were closing in on his soft, fragile body.

When she spoke, her voice was much harsher than before. That smoothly seductive tone was gone, in favour of something sharper.

"Foolish cat. Like so many felines before you. Quick to trust. Easy to break. I wonder what will snuff out your precious little life first? The crushing pressure?"

She tightened the muscles of her rounded gut, clamping them in even tighter around him. He felt something shift inside of him, a bone cracking if not quite crunching, the air he'd managed to get into his lungs forced back out all over again.

"Or maybe you'll suffocate first?"

She gave a hissing chuckle at him as he struggled to breathe, left rasping and choking at first as he fought to get his head as far away from those juices as he could as they rose higher and higher. They gurgled and sloshed hotly, like a boiling pot, splashing him all over even where he wasn't immersed.

"Or just drown? Poor, poor kitty." She prodded at her gut with a finger, making him jump. "Does he even realize yet how doomed he is? So easily charmed. Just a look and he's letting me do whatever I want with him. Well, it just so happens what I want is to digest your pretty self into nothing more than snake fat for me to wear. Here."

She squeezed at her gut with both hands, hefting him up and then letting him drop and jiggle. Then she was onto her breasts, digging her fingers into them firmly enough to make herself moan.

"And here."

Once satisfied with that self-grope, she brushed her hands down her sides and her hips, then she took a hard grip of her shapely ass, flicking her tongue with satisfaction.

"Mm, and especially here. You're going to melt down into a some nice extra pounds for me, spotty. Softer and softer with every minute I keep you inside there. Until there's nothing left for me to do but find somewhere to lift my tail, and dispose of all the waste you'll become. That's how you're going to end, pretty cat. Just a useless pile of snake shit. How does that make you feel?"

It was all coming through a cloud, a little blurred, some of his words not quite reaching his brain even if he heard them all. They simply didn't register. But it was still enough to paint him a picture of what he had done. The mistake he had made, getting so close to such a gorgeous serpent. He knew it was too good to be true. A sudden burst of energy streaked through him, imbuing him with short-lived strength he used to pressed against the walls around him, beating his fists upon them while he cried out.

"But this isn't fair! I did everything I was told! I don't deserve ..."

He let his sentence trail off. Maybe he did deserve this, after so knowingly leading so many others here, to be subjected to whatever fates might have befallen them. Not everyone was getting it as bad as he was, at least he hoped, but even so. As for Versia, she just gave her belly a slap, bringing a yelp from him.

"Oh, but you're right. You've been a very good boy. And this is your reward. You get to be part of a body you loved so much. What better fate for you is there than a lifetime spent on some fine snake tits?"

That was when things really started getting nasty for him in there. Maybe it was the numbing effect of all that venom in his body wearing off, or maybe it was just him breaking out of her hypnotic allure. Either way, he was feeling it. The digestive churn of her acids, mild and slow but still itching away at him. The burn in his lungs as the air got increasingly acidic and hostile around him. The cramped muscles and partly fractured bones that came with the powerful contractions of her stomach around him. It was all more than he could stand, leaving him doing his very best to resist, to find some way of slipping free from her crushing stomach before his body just gave in.

All he managed to accomplish with that was getting the serpent more excited. She sprawled out, rubbing at her belly with one hand, digging deep to prod and stroke at him while he fought against the digestive processes around him. With the other hand, she just started stroking at her pussy, massaging her clit and slickly fingering herself while she hissed almost violently. She was drooling again. And her voice was at the same time harsh and musical as she moaned in bliss, feeling those desperate struggles beneath her belly scales.

"Yesss! Squirm for me, kitten! Keep on fighting to the end, nnnnn, yes, that's good. You're going to die in there, you know. I'm going to digest every single little piece of you until you're mine. Just a little more weight. Another trophy on my tits. That's all you're ever going to be now, kitty-cat."

Now he was hearing every word. He didn't miss any of her taunting, even as the gurgling grew more intense. It wasn't the digestion itself that was the fear in there though. That was a problem, but what was really getting him was the lack of air. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, making him start to shake, start to twitch, and as much as he tried to keep pounding against the walls around him, kicking and punching, he would do little more than wiggle as his body weakened. The answer to her earlier question was becoming clear. He was going to suffocate down in that tight snake gut, and it wasn't even going to take him long.

Meanwhile, she was just pleasuring herself all the more roughly. Two fingers, three, plunging in and out of her while she made a soaking mess of her whole hand. She rolled her hips, humping into her digits, and just tossed her head back, hissing towards the ceiling as she snuffed the feline out in her digestives. He was cracking, breaking, wheezing and choking. Not melting yet, but that would come with time. First was ensuring the kitty stopped moving, for good. She just kept pumping her fingers inside her sex while she finished him off, feeling the last breaths, the last sparks of energy fading from his body.

"Yes yes yessss good kitty GOOD kitty there you go just a little more yesssss... YES!"

Her rapid moans and huffing went along with her babbled speech as she brought herself to climax, feeling his dying twitches. When he gave one last violent kick inside of her, and then slumped down into her digestives with a lingering sigh, she just cried out. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and just got her whole palm gliding up and down, grinding on her clit until she finally shook with pleasure. Her thighs tensed up, her spine arched, and her jaws hung open as she hissed so hard she spat upon herself, peaking and orgasming to the leopard's demise.

She gushed, she splattered all over herself, soaking her hands first and then her thighs, her feet, and the bed beneath her. It wasn't hers anyway. The scent of snake sex was high in the air as she rocked back and forth, violently cumming, squirting hard, the weight of dead leopard in her gut only fuelling her excitement further. When it finally faded, and she fell into a glowing, moaning slump, she flopped back with a sigh, absolutely soaked but not caring one bit. It was time to rest, time to knead and admire her churning belly, feeling the form of her prey shifting in there, but only because her stomach was squeezing on him. He wasn't squirming any more.

"Mmmmm. Good cat. Poor little Mahiri. I'll remember your name for a little while. But I'm sure it'll fade eventually. Just like all the others. You were a good meal, but you're still just dinner for me. Nothing more."

With that, she gave an extended sigh and settled into the bed. Sleeping in such a place gave her the creeps, knowing just how many strange creatures were running around, but she knew she had a deal. Unlike the stupid cat, she'd made sure the terms were clear before agreeing. All she needed to do to honour her side was to ensure no one ever saw him again. And she was in the process of fulfilling that promise, with every squeeze, every slosh, every messy gurgle grumbling around his broken body. A snake's belly took its time, but she would eventually have the meat melting right off his bones, and all absorbed and used up to sustain her until she could lure in her next tasty victim. It just felt so much better to digest them knowing they didn't choose to struggle until it was far too late.

She slept for a full three days like that. There was nothing else she needed to do. The kitty digested for her, slowly, one little detail at a time until he wasn't so pretty anymore. She snoozed on, faintly hissing in her open-eyed slumber while she absorbed him, passing him through her intestines and turning him into something else. His bones got all broken up in the process, for the most part. What fragments lasted through the trip were smoothed and polished, ensuring he made his way through her body without every giving her any sort of trouble, letting her sleep in peace.

When she woke from her extended prey-nap, the mansion was much less gloomy. It was November, and thus its power had faded for another year. It was just another abandoned building, devoid of ghosts or demons or whatever else. Versia rose slowly, giving a broad yawn. She could still faintly taste him on her lips. Martin, or Merry, or whatever his name had been. It didn't matter anymore. She picked herself up and strolled over to a dusty, partly cracked mirror. It wasn't the best, but it was all she had on hand to admire her newly fattened body, hefting and squeezing at her curves and padding, examining the digested cat's contributions.

He had been so kind as to not make her a whole lot fatter, at least around the belly. She was a little softer there, but mostly he'd gone right to her most prized assets. Her tits were perhaps a full cup size bigger - though they were already so hefty there was no measuring them. She squeezed them, feeling their extra squish, their added shape. Then she was turning to get a better look at her ass, pleased to see it had grown a bit wider, a bit softer, but still never lost that perfectly round and juicy shape. It all made her grin. What a fine trophy he had made. She was going to be full for weeks, or days at least. Of course, some of him was still inside of her, and with a swing of her tail she turned from the mirror to go look for a proper spot to relieve herself.

The old mansion was creaky and dusty, but the morning light shone through the windows and banished the gloomy appearance it acquired at night. She hummed to herself as she went, hearing nothing. No one moving around, no signs of activity, nor any traces of those who had vanished on that fateful October eve. Stepping out the front door, still fully nude, she was greeted by a crisp but agreeable autumn day, and she stopped to breathe it in for a moment before continuing on. The mansion had once had a flourishing garden near the entrance, but it had withered from neglect, little more than weeds and dead husks of once-beautiful flowers. Well, maybe she could help it recover just a little.

She squatted that fattened ass over the dirt, raised her tail, and just gave a huff through her lips. She could tell this was going to take a while just by how much pressure she felt. Her muscles tensed with anticipation, feeling her hole slowly spreading, stretched out by the first immensely thick log as it crackled out into the open air, steaming hot. It was as hard as a rock, thudding down to the ground heavily once she finally pushed it out, but the rest that followed as smooth and pleasant. After that initial grunting and slight straining, she could relax, squatting lower, building a tower out of the coiled chunks of former leopard.

Some part of her wished he was still around, if only just to see this. She'd have told him how good it felt to shit him out. Her body had perfectly destroyed his, converting him into a thick, solidly packed load of snakeshit, plummeting down to the soil below as she fertilized the old garden with what was left of him. It was a long process, but never unpleasant, the cat nothing more than smooth waste, the squeezing only faintly interrupted by the little bits and pieces of his bones. Even those were softened, leaving nothing that could be recognized. His skeleton at most tickled her on the way out, along with the tiny little fragments of his once lovely fur, now stained and ruined. There was a little fractured chunk of his skull embedded in one of those piling logs, but no one could have said it was him. Just another pile of waste, to dry and be absorbed back into the dirt, forgotten like all the other meals she had turned to permanent pudge.

Once she finished, she stood back up with a deep breath. She didn't even bother looking back at the massive mess she'd made, that great big mound of former kitty steaming there in the cool air. He'd tide her over for a little while, but she was going to eat someone else before long. And then another. And another. He wasn't her first, and he wasn't going to ever be anything more than one more victim in her long, long line of successful hunts. All that work, all that effort in serving the mistress of the manor, and this was his reward. Shat out and gone, worn on a snake's ass and tits, never even getting to know how much sexier he'd made her with his gurgling demise.