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Aelis looks to her master from the corner of her eye, unsure about his observation. It's her venom, so certainly she knows how it works. There's no way that Kret's attitude to being eaten could have come from lingering effects from her last dosage. This has to be Kret's own doing. Her own mind has decided to turn this experience on it's head. Desperately, Aelis wishes to correct him, but when her eyes catch Vijaya's, she sees his happiness and his expectation, and the subservient serpent creature feels herself renewed and reinvigorated.

She uses the kobold's position on the ground to help herself to consuming her, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the reptilian snout. But as she slides the upper portion inside, Kret's tongue snakes its own way out, licking at her lips in a strange kiss.

Inside, Kret lets go of her fears and her worries and instead transcends into a brand new state of mind. In this state, she takes the impending demise in stride, letting all the sensations be pleasurable to her. The caress of the tongue, the embrace of the mouth, and even the pain of the rough handling and her tail, throbbing through her with signals telling the unhinged kobold that she is, in fact, alive!

With the kobold's snout halfway through, Aelis has no trouble taking the rest of the kobold's head into herself. It's there that Kret's tongue lashes out, tasting the lamia's own.

Aelis's black eyes roll back at this sensation. Oh, she knows that fear makes her prey taste all the better, and she knows that lulling them into a sense of comfort and love makes them go down easier, but this is by far something different. Her treat is reciprocating feelings of desire and passion, even as she slides down deeper into her throat. Already the horns and forehead bulges the snake's neck, and as she opens her unhinged jaw wider and kisses Kret's shoulders, the writhing within her brings her male serpent shaft to its full size. The grunts of unusual delight travel up her throat and into Kret's ears, who give them back by tilting her head back and letting her own tongue ride out in front of her, flicking at the lamia's uvula.

Aelis collapses onto the ground, breaking into a sweat as she feels herself being fondled from inside, but she will not stop her consumption, as her master is watching and she will do anything to please him. She even rolls over on the sandy ground, flipping the poor kobold over and giving Vijaya a look at her arousal. She swallows Kret down to about her shoulders as her hands travel down along her body. The lamia groans with that creature a quarter of the way into her mouth, fingers playing at her own breasts, rolling them for the additional stimulation as she wraps her fingers around her pointed shaft.

Kret pushes so deep that the dangling cord no longer is in her reach, and instead she finds her arms stuck in the gateway to her oblivion. However, the inside, now past the mouth, isn't so bad. The snake's body wraps around her, muscles contracting and pushing to slide her down along her way. But Kret feels the embrace around her is not as strong as when the lamia tried to crush her tail. If only her tail worked, she would have more to give back to Aelis in this final journey, but she cannot. Deep in her mind, the scared Kret whimpers, trying to claw her way back, but a more confident Kret grabs her by the tail, yanking her back into her arms.

"And just where do you think you're going, hmmm?"

"We're... I'm going to die!" Kret gasps, looking back towards Kret.

"No... we aren't," Kret purs, rolling her metaphorical tongue out and lapping at her metaphysical neck. "You gave me permission to finish this for you, remember? Just enjoy the ride. I have it all figured out." Kret closes her eyes, feeling those hands, those muscles, squeezing and petting her, urging her further down inside Aelis, further down inside her psyche.

Outside, Aelis raises her hips, lustfully pumping at her shaft as she takes Kret down to the stomach, pinching her nipple and just putting on a display for her master.

Vijaya adjusts his head-dress and licks his lips. "Aelis..." he speaks up, scooting forward and watching with rapt attention. "I've never seen you like this before. What is so different here that you're loving your meal so much? I must know!"

But Aelis cannot respond to him, instead fucking her hand as her tail splashes sand here and there, her upper body bulging, ribs spreading to make room for the whole figure inside of her.

The juices that cover Kret allow her to slide down much quicker,

and she even tries to find purchase on the ground or on anything to push her inside even faster. The increased wriggling of the kobold causes the lamia to cough and gulp, the muscles of her esophagus contracting to push down past her rump, Kret's broken tail burning as it is bent back down to accommodate her entrance into the lamia.

Aelis's lewd gurgles continue as the kobold practically shoves herself down the snake woman's throat. Around her hermaphroditic shaft, Aelis continues to pump, her hips bucking and her tail twitching as her dinner happily pushes her way inside of her body. She tastes the sweet bitterness of exertion upon the scales of Kret's underbelly and, with a little bit of good old elbow grease, the lamia pokes her tongue out from her wide-open mouth to lap up at the still-exposed portion of the kobold.

Kret, for her part, feels the warmth and juicy insides as saliva and mucus coats her body. The inside of a snake lady, warm-blooded from the human half, keeps her reptilian form incubated while awaiting her final destination. Even though she cannot move her arms too far, the kobold hugs herself, the hands rubbing over her spit-drenched body seem alien. She would never find delight from such a terrible experience, but really, wouldn't she? Even as she jumps deeper into her predator's body, her mind reflects back to her dungeon crawl, when her so-called adventuring partner tossed her headfirst into the gelatinous cube. She remembers how her clothes burned away and how her body became cocooned in the cool gel of the creature's form. She recalls the tingling sensation all over her, cleaning her body of all debris, yet not hurting her in the slightest. Would this be a similar situation? Those hands that run over her seem to think so, and they move down along her body, trying to join the tongue as it plays with her.