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A Twist in the Coils

The Ceylonian Watering Hole was a famous, well known lake at the base of a mountain known for its beauty. Dragons, gryphons, and all other manner of creatures would travel far and wide just to get a taste of its crystal clear water that was so clean and pristine that you could see over 100 feet down to the bits of freshwater coral that lined its floor.

Going to the Ceylonian Watering Hole was as much a social activity as it was a show. A massive and tall waterfall burst out of the side of the mountain cliffs at one end of the lake, supplying it with fresh water at all times, and there were thousands of fish swimming through the lake, so aquatic species would have absolutely no problem finding and catching a meal.

However, over the past years the hole had become deserted. It was still as beautiful as it ever had been - the water as pristine and the surrounding tropical jungle just as lush - but there had been reports of people going missing when they visited. See, the rumor was that something had been attacking and eating the visitors, but nobody could figure out what it was. Most of the lake's floor could be seen due to the clear water, but there was one area where the banks took a sharp turn down for what looked like hundreds of feet. A perfectly round puncture in the ground where nobody could see the bottom, and not even the bravest or most intrepid explorers would dare to enter.

They say a grand beast lives in there, occasionally coming out to gobble on unsuspecting visitors, and because of it the Ceylonian Watering Hole was now a place of fear and desolation.

But that didn't stop Montiga from going to visit.

Montiga was a rather large naga, over 10 meters long and big enough to swallow all but the largest of dragons. He had no worries about his chances at the watering hole; he just wanted something to drink, perhaps a meal to coerce into his belly.

As he slithered through the underbrush, pushing aside leaves with his hands, he flicked his tongue to try and sense if anyone or anything was near. He picked up the slightest of scents on the air, that of a dragon perhaps. His purple scales glistened in the emerging morning sun. Thick clouds dotted the sky and the forest canopy above him obscured the sunbeams even more, meaning he didn't get much in the way of light or heat, which could make a snake beast weak and groggy if not properly nourished.

No matter, he'd be out basking in the sunlight on the rocks, soon. Could very well be a great day for him, especially if he found an unfortunate soul to enjoy for dinner.

The naga continued to slither through the underbrush, flicking his tongue out with increased frequency. The scent of dragon was getting thicker and thicker, so he knew there was either a person at the watering hole, or at least a carcass nearby. Either way, this might be a meal and a peaceful afternoon snack if he played his cards right.

He leaned down onto his belly so that his entire body was slithering on the ground, his arms folded on his back to not impede his progress. Not long after, he emerged into the massive clearing with the Ceylonian Watering Hole. Montiga had never been here before, but he heard the stories, and as he got his first look at the lake, he was in awe. It was much larger than he thought it would be, and the waterfall was even more majestic than he could have imagined! The lake was so big he could barely see the trees on the other side of it, and the half of the lake he had emerged into had dozens of massive boulders piled up for basking, some covered with vines.

He flicked his tongue again, and the scent of dragon was even stronger than before. Scanning the edge of the water, he saw a purple and orange, bipedal dragon bent over to slurp at the crystal clear water.

The naga slithered in closer, pushing rocks and bits of sand aside to slide closer to the dragon, who stopped slurping at the water to turn and look, shrug, then go back to drinking. Clearly this dragon was sentient, or he'd have turned tail and ran as soon as he saw the snake slithering his way. He must have had some thought to know that if Montiga wanted to sneak up on him he wouldn't have been detected.

Montiga casually slid up beside the dragon, crossing his arms over his chest and laying on the rocks beside him. He could see this dragon had four limbs, but simply stayed on his much bigger hind legs, like a dinosaur. There were two wispy strands of what looked like the gossamer of a dragonfly wing trailing out his back, floating gently in the gusts of wind.

"Come here often?" The dragon asked.

Montiga kept quiet, not really wanting to get into a chat with his meal. He flicked his tongue and leaned down into the water, sucking up a bit of it himself. It really was as crystal clear as people said it was; he looked down the sandy bank and could see rocks and colorful bits of freshwater coral down in the lake's depths, as well as a dozen different schools of fish flitting back and forth, going in every direction.

"The name's Graar." The dragon continued, bending down to take another drink. "Don't talk much? Can you talk?"

Montiga erected his torso to look Graar in the eyes. "I'm Montiga, and yes I can talk for your information, I just don't tend to chat with your type." He was very gruff, almost rude to Graar so that he wouldn't feel too bad about what he planned on doing to the unsuspecting dragon.

"Well, I suppose if you don't want to talk, I guess you should leave. What good is a watering hole if you're not social?" He stared down at Montiga, growling gently. "No need to be rude, and what exactly do you mean by 'your type'?"

The purple naga brushed his lighter purple hair back as he grinned, flicking his tongue out rapidly. "Oh, I can think of a few different ways to explain that." he opened up his maw and yawned, showing his rows of teeth and moist, royal purple flesh that lined the inside of his jaws.

There was an awkward bit of silence as both of the reptiles calculated what was going to happen next. Grarr was getting apprehensive, worried about an impending attack while Montiga was calmly deciding where and how he was going to strike. He could have just gone for the tail and swallowed this poor reptile butt end first, or he could do the more traditional method: headfirst.

At the same time, both parties leaped into action. Graar hopped away sideways while Montiga coiled up and lunged at him. The naga wrapped his mouth around the dragon's neck, but not with enough force to knock him over, he only hit him with the force needed to sink each and every one of his hundreds of needlepoint teeth into the dragon's thick hide.

"Raaargh!" Graar howled as he hopped backwards, trying to get away from the bear-trap like jaws of the naga. He was just big enough to drag the snake with him, making his body slide along the rocks that they were standing on; but in his haste to bolt he tripped on one of the slippery rocks, falling to his side with the purple scaled snake still latched onto his body.

Montiga, like the cunning hunter he was, quickly pulled the rest of his body up to coil around Graar, letting his body wrap around the dragon's chest, in between his legs, and under his tail. There was nothing the dragon could do to escape, especially not with the powerful coils tensing up.

There was a gentle wheeze as Graar tried to choke out a plea. "Pleeeeease....don't!" His wispy, gossamer wings floated helplessly in the air, sticking out between two of the naga's coils.

Content he had his prey captured, Montiga released his grip on the dragon's throat and peeled his head and torso away to smile devilishly at Graar. "Don't do what?" He hissed. "A Naga hassss to eat too, you know!"

Graar tensed up his entire body to kick and writhe out from his attacker's body, but no matter how much he tried to struggle, the coils only got tighter and restricted him more. Desperate, he arched his neck down and bit hard on his assailant, but found it to be futile as the naga's scales were much tougher than his teeth could defend against.

In reaction, Montiga hissed and bared his own set of fangs, biting down hard on his meal's neck, injecting his concoction of venom.

Graar tensed up and growled as the hot pain spread through his body, then quickly dissipated into an oddly pleasant warmth. His eyes grew cloudy and his vision began to fade. He wasn't dying, this was more like the sensation of being awake for two days too long, and every bit of his body was starting to tingle. From the very tip of his tail to his snout; it felt like there were a series of fingers poking and gently massaging him, as well as a series of needles puncturing in between each scale. The longer the snake held on, pumping more of the venom into him, the more sensitive he got and the deeper the sensations permeated. It felt like he was being massaged and warmed to the core with a series of hot needles.

"Uuuuurgh." Graar mumbled as his muscles went limp.

With his prey convincingly subdued, Montiga released his tight grip and slid his body out from underneath the dragon and looked around to make sure there were no prospective predators around to also take his meal. Convinced he was alone, he yawned again to realign his jaw and wrapped his tail and lower body around Graar, going backwards to entangle his limp form like a vine. Up he was hoisted, held at eye level for Montiga to stare at, both sets of yellow eyes gazing into one another. Montiga's look was much sharper than his meal, however, due to the fact that his prey had been poisoned and Montiga was still of sound body and mind.

The dragon's eyes scanned the horizon sluggishly, not really focusing on anything as the naga's tail lifted him about a meter off the ground. His limbs were dangling between the coils, but he was able to keep his head up just enough to get lost in Montiga's hypnotizing golden eyes. He licked his chops, completely confused over who was in control here.

Montiga leaned forward, resting on his arms as he stared intently at Graar's muzzle. He flicked out his tongue to get another good smell; he was so close his forked tongue actually slapped at the dragon's muzzle and chin a few times before being sucked back up into his mouth. He took one last glance around to make sure nobody was around before leaning into his prey, gaping open his mouth to smother his face.

The last thing Graar saw was Montiga's glistening, violet flesh opening wide, streams of saliva connecting top jaw to bottom. He felt the spiky teeth clamp down on his muzzle, the wet sloppiness of the inside of the snake's mouth soaking his face. He squirmed gently as he tried to pull away, but the movement caught the teeth and made them poke in more as the snake clamped down. Much as he may have wanted to get away, the sensation of flesh on his own hypersensitive scales felt good and he found it oddly inviting. Instead of tugging away, he extended his neck to push in deeper, forcing Montiga's throat open, making it spread wide around his rounded muzzle.

The predator was a bit shocked. His venom was known to make his prey complacent and accepting of their fate, but never make them genuinely eager to slide down his gullet. No matter, he had no issues taking advantage of this eagerness, any help with the process was welcome. With the dragon still tied up in his coils, he leaned forward and peeled back the top half of his jaw to push forward, leaving the bottom anchored to ensure he didn't slip away. He felt the crooks of his maw slide over Graar's lips, smearing them with saliva as the snake relaxed his muscles. The sensation of feeling his lower jaw dislocate itself and stretch wide to accommodate the dragon's wide head was a pleasant reminder of the soon-to-be-full belly he was working towards.

Anchoring his top jaw over the purple dragon's forehead, he wiggled a bit to one side to force his lower jaw forward, again anchoring it so he could gape his top jaw wide and force himself over the meal even farther. He scrunched up his spine in a zig-zag, so when he extended out with maw gaping, he'd slowly envelop more of Graar. The curved horns proved to be a difficult problem to overcome, but by wiggling his head to the side so that his fleshy jaw muscles were barely able to hit the tip, slowly enveloping the rest. Getting over those horns proved to be a hell of a problem, but once they were resting slowly just past his gaping maw and making circular bulges in his throat just past his skull.

There was a noticeable writhing just underneath the scales of Montiga's throat between his head and chest as Graar tried to open his jaw, squirming around as he did so. The purple naga still had the hind end of the dragon wrapped up in his tail coils, but he was finding less and less of a use for them as the dragon's body was mostly limp, save the occasional neck arching.

Graar was able to hold his breath for very long periods of time, and despite the snake's form smothering his face and neck, he still felt comfortable and cozy, doubly so given the tingling sensations that were vastly amplified by the soft flesh gently caressing him in waves. No matter how much his reptile brain screamed for freedom, his sentient mind knew that this was a great way to go if that's what it took. He wiggled his neck and back like a fish, waving his body back and forth to help his tiny little forearms slide past the snake's jaw and into the slippery confines of his throat. He could feel a somewhat tighter opening as his body slid just a bit deeper.

The bulge that was Graar's head and neck hit a temporary roadblock as it hit the naga's torso shoulders. Montiga released the dragon from his coils and used his hands to push his body vertical, relaxing and gaping open his maw even further, letting gravity slide more of the purple scaled meal into his belly. He had to stop once he got past the dragon's torso, feeling the little forearms wiggling around in his throat; it was getting to thick to just let him slide in, so in feral fashion, he walked each of his front jaws forward, one after another, each row of teeth jabbing into Graar's back, anchoring themselves there and tugging the rest of his body and especially his lower jaw farther.

With the hips resting on the crook of his maw and his mouth gaped open more than three times its normal thickness, he used his arms to flatten the legs against the tail and streamline the body so that it would slide in with relative ease. He felt the muscular mass of the beast's hips compress just enough to slide down, distending his jaw bones out even more for just a moment as the thickest part of Graar's body slipped past the relatively tight confines of the maw opening.

As the hips slid into Montiga with a wet squelching, bits of saliva oozing out the side of his mouth, the naga tried to close his maw around the dragon's form, the muscle pressure forcing him in deeper. With the hardest part past, the rest of the dragon's body, legs, and tail slipped in with ease. He curled his body to the side to make a tight coil, forcing the bulge in deeper, pulling the last of the dragon's limbs past the jaw with ease.

After a tight coiling meant to push the body in deeper, Montiga stretched out again, manually forcing his entire body to envelop the rest of the dragon's tail.

Content, he flicked his tongue out, jaw still a twisted mangled mess from the stretch. He had a nice satisfying yawn to gape his purple-fleshed maw out once again to have his skin stretch over his meal, which was writhing about inside. Once his jaws had returned to normal he curled up on himself, looking down at his belly bulge to enjoy the lines of scales stretched out wide and thin. He could feel his tummy rumbling and gurgling as his muscle contractions forced Graar through his final lurch into Montiga's eager belly.

"Good sssstuff." he hissed to himself as he patted at his belly bulge. He didn't really know what to do or where to go from there. He could have slithered back home, but given the huge weight that was resting in his gut, it would certainly be a task to move.

Instead, he felt his best and safest path was to go climb his way up onto the rocks, catch the midday sun as he enjoyed his meal. The Ceylonian Watering Hole was all but deserted, there was practically no chance of anyone else coming to disturb his slumber, and he certainly didn't believe the silly superstitious nonsense about some lake monster living here.

Slowly, with laborious and painstaking dedication, Montiga slithered between the big rocks that were all laying around the end of the lake until he was able to slowly make his way up to the massive boulder that was so tall and massive that he was almost 10 meters off the water.

Once finally up and comfortable, he coiled up in a ball around the bulge in his belly, leaning over the side of the rock to look down into the incredibly crystal clear water. The rock cliff face went straight down into the lake like the side of a mountain, almost straight down for a solid 20 meters before banking out to the lake bottom, which was covered with glorious yellow, blue, orange, and black corals. He could see dozens of fish swimming by, but paid them little to no mind. His day was a very good one, as he'd enjoyed a rather substantial meal, he was basking in the sun, and nothing could take that away. In fact, he felt it was time to go for a calm and relaxing midday nap. The clouds were still hanging low overhead, but there was plenty of sun to bathe him in the energizing light that he needed to finish off his meal.

Montiga enjoyed the peacefulness of his solitude for an hour as he stared into the abyss that was the crystal clear lake. He almost fell asleep, but with his eyes always open and the sun being out and reflecting off the rippling surface of the lake, he really couldn't fall into the slumber he so needed; alas, he was happy to enjoy the rest and relaxation. After about the one hour mark, he thought he saw some of the coral move deep down in the lake's depths, but he quickly dismissed it as a trick of the gently splashing waves of the water.

Regardless of his own dismissal of the weird coral, he couldn't help but keep staring directly at that spot. This one spot on the lake's bed seemed to jump out at him, as it was moving in a different way from the rest of the coral, in that it wasn't going along with the distorted view afforded by the waves and water currents. He cocked his head to the side, curious as can be as he noticed the coral seemed to be rising through the water.

"Odd, I didn't know coral floated." He said to himself as he stared at it.

But the closer to the surface the mass got, the less it looked like coral. Sure, there were still yellow spots with black linings, and what looked like blue coral and bits of blue spines all over the place, with a yellow and orange fin running down its length. Wait, this was no coral, this was a creature, and it was massive compared to him!

Part of his heart was panicking as he realized that maybe the silly nonsense myths about Ceylonian may have been more true than he ever imagined, but his belly didn't want to let him spew up his well-earned meal even though he knew his body needed to ditch the weight if he was going to slither to safety.

As he was arguing with himself, the blue-scaled form breached the surface of the water. It was a quite large dragon with an orange and yellow sail running down its spine, held up by a series of black spikes. Its wings were spread wide over the surface of the water and were adorned by a slightly transparent membrane that faded from a clearish blue to orange the closer to the tips it went. Its body was sleek, but adorned with a series of yellow spots, each lined with deep black and with a green hue to them. The beast's head was massive but resembled that of a snake with two huge horns on the sides of the fin.

This dragon's head completely emerged from the water, its long neck keeping it a few meters from the surface. The rest of its body floated effortlessly atop the water's surface as it folded its wings tight over its back. Bits of water dripped off each wingtip as it shook itself relatively dry.

Montiga was frozen, still not sure what to do. He flicked his tongue out nervously, not sure if he should try to dart away into the forest or not. This massive dragon was looking directly at him with its own pair of piercing yellow eyes. Its lip line was pure black, with a little red to purple fade. This dragon looked beautiful yet menacing at the same time.

"'Ello dear." The massive dragon cooed in an oddly feminine voice.

Montiga clutched his tail tight before responding. "Y-yes?" He stammered.

"Tell me, snake, what is your purpose here?" She demanded.

He looked around nervously, catching a glance of his distended belly. "Uhm, you know, just enjoying a midday meal. How about you?"

The dragoness widened her wings and pushed down, barely emerging from the water before flapping a few more times. In a few seconds she was hovering over Montiga, staring down at him with her piercing yellow eyes. She flicked her tongue again before speaking. "You're scared, why might that be?" Her voice was calming, even if her tone was accusatory.

Montiga didn't answer, he just coiled close to himself and stared up at the magnificent dragoness. He had no idea what to say, he was just hungry.

"Well, sly beast, are you mute, suddenly?" She demanded, her voice booming louder and deeper than before. It was no longer kind or gentle.

"I just was hungry, my lady." He whispered to himself as she hovered above him.

"I see, I see." She replied, tapping her lower jaw with her claw, still flapping gently over him. She was about to speak again when Montiga bolted off as fast as his weighted body would let him.

Off the boulder he hopped as best his snake body could, landing with an oompf on the soft grass between the pile of boulders and the treeline that was his haven; there was no way this blue, green, and yellow dragon could catch him there, not with her wingspan as wide as it was.

Before he could even regain his composure, the massive dragon was on top of him, pinning his body down with one of her massive front claws. "Excuse me, snake, but where do you think you are going?" She boomed.

He kept trying to slither out from under her grasp, with no luck.

"Why do you cower, little one. I'm not here to eat you or kill you. You can settle down." Her voice was growing soft and gentle again.

"W-what do you mean, why are you pinning me down like an animal, a meal?" Montiga squeaked, muscles tensing up around his meal.

She blinked, cocking her head to the side and flicking her dark black fleshed tongue out. Her one horn twitched as though it were an ear; it was clear she was thinking of an appropriate response. "You were going to leave on me." She said simply. "I can't have that."

"What do you want from me?" He asked, less nervous and more curious now.

The massive dragoness hung her head a bit. "I just want some affection, any chance I can get that from an eager snakey?" she accented the -s- sound as though she were imitating Montiga's hissing. "It's not often I get many randy or easy to please visitors here anymore, thanks to the lack of attendance."

He had absolutely no idea what to say or how to respond. This massive dragon that looked like she could swallow him in just a couple gulps wanted his affection? He was scared, he didn't think he had the arousal in him to satisfy himself, let alone her. It wasn't until he flicked his tongue out to sample the mood that he realized this dragoness wasn't kidding. It was subtle, but there was absolutely no doubt that this girl was rearing to go, he could smell-taste her pheromones that she was emanating into the grassy clearing.

The scent of arousal bolstered his confidence, so he regained his composure and made his first real move. "Tell me, lady dragoness, what is your name?" He moved his hands in a colloquial manner to show his relaxed yet dignified nature.

A smile flashed across her face as she beamed, bringing one claw up to her chest, head held high. "My name is Domina Luero Venosa, I am know as a Viper Dragoness. And you?" She leaned in close, tongue flicking just out of range of Montiga's snout.

"Uh, my name is Montiga. Pleasure to meet you, I guess." He reached out one hand to offer a shake, but she just looked at him funny. Clearly where she came from, shaking claws was not a common custom.

Instead, she coiled her tail around her body to twist around his. "Pleasure to meet you, Montiga. So tell me, how do you like to please your females?"

Montiga was absolutely dumbfounded. He had next to no idea how to react to this situation. He had certainly enjoyed his meal, which he was reminded of thanks to the sensation of his dragon entree wiggling its way down deeper into his cylindrical depths, but he wasn't ready for a massive feral dragoness rearing down on him like this, especially not if he was expected to pleasure her cavernous canal.

"Well?" She pursued. "If you don't please me, I'm sure I can find other uses for you. I've been laying at the bottom of that lake for a long time, I too am hungry." The words reeked of threat, yet her tone was still kind and inviting, almost alluring.

Montiga had to think fast. "Well, I could....you know, massage you from the inside, if that's what you wanted." He had no idea what that meant, he was just trying to sound sexy in the heat of the moment.

Venosa's eyes widened with excitement. "That's a perfect idea! Come come!" She chimed, grabbing his tail and dragging him backwards to the open clearing, far away from either the treeline or water. She grabbed him and placed her body over his, making sure he was belly up. "So tell me, snakey stud, where are your cocks?" She looked up and down his body, not sure if it was at the base of the torso or closer to the end of his body at the base of his tail; she had seen both types of naga.

Willing himself to expose his twin members, Montiga looked down and rubbed his lower torso to coax both his hemipenes out. "Right there." He squeaked.

"Oh yummy! Purple cocks!" She stepped forward to press her hind side on his lower torso, right between his hips and belly bulge, grinding her moist slit against his own opening, practically sucking them out of their confines.

Montiga was apprehensive at first, but when he felt her velvety if somewhat cold flesh jump on top of him, massaging both members at once, he fell into an odd daze. He undulated his body from torso to tail, pushing his V-shaped appendages up into her, letting his nubs and ridges catch on her flesh before tugging back out. He coiled his body up underneath her, a difficult feat considering the large bulge that restricted his movement, but he did it. All he could see of her was her pale green-scaled chest pressing down against him as she squatted down, her open vent massaging his crotch.

She let out a gentle growl as she gaped open her own maw, leaning her head back, tongue flicking out and staying exposed; it was lolling out like a mammal and bits of drool were dripping over her black lined lips.

"Venossssa!" Montiga hissed as he reached around her massive chest to continue thrusting into her. He could feel himself getting close as his body writhed in pleasure, even though he did all he could to ensure his crotch stayed where it was. He certainly didn't want his cocks to burst free of the flesh that had been warming thanks to the friction.

The viper dragoness laid her tail down flat on the ground for Montiga to wrap his around, like any two snakes should. As he did so, she leaned her head down to look between her front legs at Montiga, who saw her upside down. "Idea!" She chirped. "How about you use that writhing, pulsating tail of yours to fill me up! I'm sure that would be far more fulfilling than those cocks of yours."

Montiga grunted, but kept thrusting in waves into her. "Ungh, okay...okay. Just let me finish first." He requested.

She was kind enough to let him. She stayed still, clenching her pussy down as well as she could to enhance the sensations on his twin cocks. There was a gentle squelching and squishing as the two rods thrust into her, pushing out bits of air and fluids in the crevices between the two. She could feel him tense up inside as a bit of warm seed splashed against her walls, leaking out and soaking her partner's belly.

"Uuuuuhhhh!" Montiga growled as he relaxed, letting his tail go limp and fall off hers with a dull thud on the grass and vegetation of the clearing. "That....let's go again." He panted, chest heaving in unison with the gurgles that emanated from his distended belly.

"I'm glad to hear that, but my little snakey, it's your turn to please me." She reached back with one of her hind legs and grabbed at the end of Montiga's tail, rubbing it against her moist and tender opening. The tip barely made it in before slipping back out again. She tried jamming it into her a half dozen times before she growled at the Naga. "Well? Help me out here!"

Montiga jerked awake from his partially complacent state as the dragoness's bellow rocked him. "Raah!" he cried, somewhat shocked. "Fine, fine!" he straightened out his tail and helped push it up into her, careful to not let it bend inside her as he was squirming about, trying to decide what canal to push into.

"Yessss, that's a good little snake, go in, go all the way in." she cooed, mostly to her self as she closed her eyes, mouth partially agape.

Montiga could see something in her maw that he hadn't seen before. In addition to the rows of snakelike teeth, she had a set of ivory white, glistening fangs. It was then that the title 'The Viper Dragoness' really clicked for him, and he was once again fearful. He tried to pull out his tail from her nethers, but she used her hind talon to grip him tighter and hold his appendage in place.

"No, I let you please yourself, now you please me, Understand?" she glared at him, and her tone was getting darker and angrier again.

"I, uh, I am not sure if I can, dear. I think I have to -"

"NO!" She interrupted him with a powerful bellow as she lashed her head down, maw open to bury all four of her fangs into his chest and neck.

A powerful, hot pain shot through his body from his neck and chest all the way down his length, over his meal and right into the tail that was partially inserted in Venosa's cunny. Every muscle in his body tensed up, stiffening as every scale was on fire. Needles of molten steel pierced his body from top to bottom before fading into a gentle tingle.

As his vision went from a high contrast bolt to a more subdued blur, he realized this was almost identical to the sensations he put his own victims through when he envenomed them. The hot stabbing followed by a gentle tingle. There was one major difference, however. As his vision returned, he realized this venom had an additive to it. A psychoactive drug that was making his scales crawl. The trees around him vibrated independent of each other, the rocks were making a deep grumbling of their own, and Venosa's face, still latched onto his chest, was twisting and distorted.

Confident in her dosage, Venosa pulled back, leaving four little dots of blood on her victim. She looked down with a vicious glare as she flicked her tongue. "I'd ask if you were scared, as you'd made poor Graar, but I know what my venom does to people like you. No, all you can see and hear are your own twisted thoughts."

Montiga could barely make out a word Venosa said to him. Her speech was like a trumpet mixed with a low horn on a fuzzy background. Her face twisted repeatedly as he looked at it, and the wetness of her slit felt cold as ice, then hot like a pot of stew, then cold again. The intense changes in sensations kept every inch and every nerve ending alive, and the overwhelming inputs caused him to tense up his body in tight coils, giggling as he balled up over himself, smothering his own bulge with folds of his body despite Venosa holding the last few feet of his tail inside her, using his writhing as her own personal pleasure device.

"That's more like it." Venosa sneered, her hind leg still holding the snake's tail wedged firmly inside her. She let Montiga coil on himself and writhe about in a hyper sensitive, euphoric state as she bundled up her wings and rolled to her side then back, legs in the air as she used her hind leg to thrust the snake's tail in and out of her, doubling her pleasure as her scaled toy tensed up, doubled over on itself, and spun in a helix inside her. The sensations of his scales dragging along her tender, engorged flesh was a wondrous feeling, but she needed more. She needed his girth, not just the measly tip, not to mention she had much more intimately devious plans for the ravenous naga that she had trapped and tricked..

With her free hind leg she reached just a bit down his body and tugged on him, three more feet of his tail disappearing between her ventral scales and into her canal. His girth got thicker, but it still wasn't enough. She knew and planned to get every inch of that violet snake into her.

The naga was still giggling and writhing over himself, rubbing his face on his belly bulge and sticking his purple, forked tongue out to taste at his own body. Venosa, looking over her body, could see he was in no position to think for himself or fight back.

Perfect.

Reaching down with her other hind leg, she wrapped her claws around his body, tugging him in deeper, feeling his tail tip bunch up in a ball inside her as it hit her deepest wall. She could see the knot of it making a gentle bulge in her belly, but she knew this was what she wanted. Another tug, one right after another, pushing more of the snake's purple scaled body into her. Her ventral scale was stretching out ever so gently to accommodate him. As more of his tail end disappeared into her, his writhing form started pressing out against her tender spots, tickling her G-spot and her internal clit. She could feel his tailtip tickling at the opening to her egg chamber, so she gave another tug to force it in.

The sensations of the dragoness's warming pussy slowly enveloping more of Montiga's end was quickly growing to be more than he could handle. The warmth and slicnkess of her cavernous walls pulsating on his flesh made it feel like he was getting a full bodied massage from his midsection to the tip of his tail. He tried to flex his muscles inside, stretching and extending his appendage, but he couldn't due to the confines not being deep enough. He giggled as he rested his head back against the grass.

She looked down over her body to see the snake's belly bulge almost resting against her opening. She knew that if she tried to pull it into her, it'd just force it back up and out his mouth, so she leaned over herself and grabbed Montiga's torso just above the top end of the bulge; she could feel the dragon's tail inside, the firmer spine and scales felt like a stick in a balloon. She bared her fangs to reassure her victim that he was not to struggle, and he didn't. In fact, he barely even reacted to her, he was too busy writhing on the ground, his entire body pulsating in waves from his head to tail. There was a fleeting moment where Venosa thought that maybe she had injected him with too much of her venom, but she quickly dismissed that concern and got back to stuffing him into her.

The head of the bulge finally hit the lips of her cunny, pressing the walls of Montiga's scaled form against her own ventral scales. She was stretchy, but that was a hell of a bulge. Part of her just wanted to give up and grab the snake by the head, gobbling him up, but she needed this satisfaction. "Alright then." She hissed. "In ya go!" She wrapped her hind feet around the bulge closest to her cunny and leaned over, grabbing the other end of the bulge with her front paws, using her leverage to squeeze the mass tight and force it into herself.

There was a loud, wet squish followed by an audible groan as she felt the dragon's muzzle push into her within the confines of the snake's body, spreading her ventral scales wide apart and stretching them to their limit. Her toes curled up in pleasure, poking into Montiga's side as they did so, which elicited a giggle from the snake.

"Hehe, quit tickling meeee." He laughed, still noticeably aloof.

She ignored his demands, and instead focused on the thick mass of dragon and naga that were stuffing her up. She could feel the bodies pressing out against her hip bones, and the sensations made her pant, forked black tongue hanging out and fangs bared with her windpipe engorged to let massive volumes of air in and out of her lungs. She needed to finish what she started. With another heave, she gripped the snake tight and shoved more of the bulge into her; it took all of her self control to not clench down in pleasure as the bumps and ripples and texture of the snake's skin passed through her, rubbing every bit of her insides with an intense sensation that was magnitudes more powerful than had it just been a cock or even a fist. This massive bulge sliding through her was the most intense pleasure shed ever felt, and she had to retain all the control in her body to not grab the hip bulges and thrust the dragon's body in and out of her like a massive, living toy.

The purple scaled naga was enjoying himself so much that he eagerly pushed into her, his cocks bobbing and slapping against her claws. He reached down to rub at himself as the cavernous cunny slowly swallowed more of him, stretching wide one last time as she pushed Graar's body into her, the hip bulges sliding into her with a lurch. He felt her cunny, still taut, clamp down on the dragon's tail inside him, slurping him up to his torso. He could feel his tail being massaged and caressed inside as it wiggled like a worm, tickling Venosa's deepest depths. There was a clear pinch of a hole between her stretchy canal and her cavernous womb, which is where he was heading.

The viper dragoness, still panting with maw agape, clamped her walls down tight to lock the bulge inside her. She could see the massive girth writhing and pulsating inside her womb, and she loved it! Eagerly, she swallowed up more of the naga's form, watching intently as his cocks slipped between her folds and her ventral scales kissed at his torso hips.

Montiga, feeling her tight flesh pressing his cocks up against his torso belly, wiggled his body in waves, thrusting both of his members into her, the pulsing of his hips occasionally poking his tips out from the tight ring of flesh, the underside of his twin shafts getting an intense amount of sensation as the taut flesh held them against his belly. He flicked his tongue out quickly as his pleasure rose, gaping open his maw as he was dragged backwards into the ravenous cavern. His hands were curled up over his chest, tickling at his own neck, testing his own sensitivity as he realized what was actually happening. This was when he noticed for sure that the psychoactive drug of Venosa was starting to wear off.

The massive dragoness leaned backwards, spreading her wings out for balance as she rolled back and forth, letting her muscle contractions clench down on the tail end of the bulge, forcing it deeper into her and tugging the rest of Montiga into her. She wasn't paying attention, so it took her by surprise when she felt a sharp bite on her inner thigh. She let out a menacing roar as the fiery venom exploded into her leg, travelling down her tail and up her spine, tingling all the way out to the end of her wings.

"Why you little..." she growled as she leaned back down to look at the snake that was latched onto her. She reached down and pried his jaw open, tugging him from her flesh as drops of his venom fell from his fangs onto the ground. His bite wasn't deadly - in fact the effects lasted for less than thirty seconds before dissipating - since she was partially immune to most venoms. She quickly deduced that since his bite was similar to hers, he must have been at least partially immune as well, making her psychoactive stimulating effects were greatly reduced and shortlived. "I'll teach you to bite me!"

With snake jaw still in her hands, she clamped montiga's maw shut, forcing his fangs into his lower jaw. She used her other hand to grab onto his shoulder and force him in deeper; there was a satisfying squelch as his entire torso up to his arm pits disappeared into her. She could feel his coils trying to extend inside, trying to push out of her, but the massive bulge that was Graar was acting like a plug, keeping him stuck inside. The only threat to aid his escape was that his struggling inside was sweeping flesh over her sensitive walls, forcing explosions of pleasure to rock through her body, and her flesh to secrete a thick viscous lube meant to accommodate his movement.

The revived naga kept trying to open his mouth, as well as use his hands to pry the dragoness's claws form his face, but to no avail. She used all of her might on his shoulder and maw yo force more of him into her, a sensation he felt all through his body as his spine compressed and expanded back to normal length, once again making his body expand in her confining depths. She gave another powerful push, her hand disappearing into herself as his shoulders slid through her ventral scales to slide through her elastic canal. All that remained outside of her was his hands and the very ends of his muzzle, which soon disappeared thanks to a powerful clenching that sucked the rest of him up.

There was a series of attempted bites and grabs on his confines as Montiga slid through her, but the powerful muscles held his jaw shut and her slick walls were devoid of anything to hold onto and were too slick to get a grip on even if he could. He watched as the pussy smothered him, the last sliver of light disappearing as the muscles pushed him back through a tight opening, forcing him to rest on his own belly bulge, tail poking him in the back while in the same fleshy chamber. He could hear the heartbeats of the beast he was inside as well as the gurgling of her belly just inches away from his ear. While inside, he tried to wriggle and struggle, but in the pitch black, fleshy confines he quickly lost which way was up and completely forgot where the opening was, so even if he could stretch out and force his way out, he had no idea what direction to face. He had to hold his breath, but as a cold blooded reptile he was able to hold his breath for extended periods of time provided he was laying still, not struggling too much. Regardless of his intuitive knowledge to relax and plan his escape from the moist, fleshy confines, his reptile brain was going wild, forcing him to thrash about, spreading his arms and extremities out, pressing his scaled body against Venosa's inner walls.

Venosa felt the futile attempts to leave her, but her womb had already closed shut and her malleable flesh had already begun to retain its more natural, tight state. Lubricating fluids dribbled out the posterior crook of her cloacal slit to moisten the underside of her tail as her pleasure hit and stayed at a natural plateau. She could see little hand prints and bulges pushing out against the pale green scales on her belly, and could feel every action of the snake inside her knotting himself up in an attempt to escape but at this point she knew there was no way he'd escape her. She'd done this before, she knew how to entrap, engulf, and entomb her prey as need be; her cunny was an alluring trap and her womb an impenetrable cage used to hold rambunctious snakes, dragons, and gryphons who violated the sanctity of her lake.

It was a glorious victory for the viper dragoness. She enjoyed her time alone in the clearing, wings splayed out and ventral slit oozing with pleasure as the snake's motions slowly calmed to a gentle stir rather than the vigorous thrashing that her insides were experiencing just moments before. Once he'd completely given up inside her and relented to her dominance, she rolled to her side to get to her feet. This was a particularly daunting feat due to the snake inside her, and the substantial bulge in the snake. Her belly was hugely distended, so she certainly couldn't fly but she could still walk and swim.

Slowly, she trotted back over to the edge of the lake that she came from. She stuck her snout just below the surface and slurped up a few mouthfuls of the crystal clear water before hopping in, diving beneath the surface with surprisingly little in the way of disruptive waves. She wagged her tail as a rudder and paddle, forcing herself into the massive, circular abyss that was the entrance to her home. She felt little pangs of movement inside her that she disregarded as she swam deeper. The farther down she got, the darker and more confined the cave got. Before long she could barely see anything but the faintest twinkle of refracted light through the gentle waves of the surface, and that's when she knew she was half way there.

Inside, Montiga could feel and hear the sloshing of water around him. While he felt like he was kinda floating inside her while she was laying or walking, he felt like he was in constant freefall once the cold water smothered her body, and the chilly spikes penetrated her flesh to deaden his mind and body, disorienting him to the point where he lost consciousness.

Farther and deeper she swam until she felt her outstretched front talons hit the ground. She spun around under water and into the attached cave that brought her up at an angle into the underside of the mountain at the other end of the lake. It took her a solid 10 minutes of swimming to get where she wanted to be, but in time she felt her head emerge into an open cavern, where she easily trotted out of the water and into her home. Most people didn't actually know about this cave since the only ways in and out were through the lake, and the only way she recycled air was to mine tiny little holes in all directions that couldn't be seen from the outside due to the mosses she had grown there. It was her own perfect location for teaching aggressive snakes and dragons and gryphons about compassion.

She flipped over her own body to land on her back, tongue lolled out as she rolled in the mossy ground, enjoying the sensations. She pressed her claws on her belly to push on her gravid belly, forcing the snake out of her, tail first. She felt his scales poke through her inner valve to emerge into her vaginal canal, followed by the rest of him. She clamped down her muscles and pushed manually to force him out. She felt his massive bulge get stuck on her inner tightness, but with another powerful push, she forced the snake out, leaving the bulge inside her.

With a wet slurp, the naga fell out of her with ease, landing in a tangled pile on himself, no bulge in his belly. As he was inside, he had the dragon meal forced out of him, which he spat up inside her. He was limp at first, with bits of her birthing fluid in her muzzle, but he was still alive.

Next out came graar, but he was much more difficult to pass through her canal without the confining, sleek nature of what was his body bag on the way in. His horns got caught on her insides a few times before sliding out with one massive heave. He landed just beside Montiga, who was still regaining consciousness.

Once the two creatures inside her were reborn and in a fully waking state, Venosa rolled onto her feet and stared at the two of them.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" She asked, demanding an answer in her commanding voice.

Neither Montiga nor Graar were coherent enough to answer.

"I brought you here to teach you about...something, it doesn't matter. Montiga, you are not permitted to eat other creatures who chose to come here, understand me? And Graar, you know better than to lure hungry snakes to my den without asking."

"But...what? Why am....?" Montiga trailed off, still groggy and with a limp body covered in birthing agents.

"You're alive because I allowed you to live. I rejuvenated you inside me so I could bring you back here and tell you that, if you wish to return to my lake, then you will be under my command."

"Um...okay? Whatever." He sighed, collapsing in a heap on the moss covered ground.

"Good." Venosa said as she nodded. Then, before either graar or Montiga could respond, she leapt away, diving back into her water cave, disappearing back into the lake.

This left the two reptiles dumbfounded as they stared at each other, unsure of what to do or where to go from here.

Montiga, naturally, just got hungry and wanted to swallow Graar for a second time that day, but he figured if he was going to do that, he might as well do so once they'd escaped the cave.

Some naga never learn.