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Foreign Comforts

Only a few places left to go, and his trip was over.

Young Kujura was travelling north through the western continent, and had finally hit Saff'Rald. Considered by many the capitol of Dalon and the birthplace of the Gods, Saff'Rald was the hotspot of culture, races, and some of the largest cities in the world, making it a prime destination for the Cheetah's grand finale on his worldwide travels. He was backpacking, alone, trying to absorb as much culture as he could along the way and he was enjoying every day.

He was just south of Klyneth - the capitol - with a caravan of feline jysarian traders who were talking about the immense profit to be had in the largest, richest city in the world. Merchants could sell anything in Klyneth, and a traveller like Kujura could find anything there.

"Won't be long now, kid." One of the jysar piped up, speaking to Kujura. They and three more were all in a horse-drawn carriage rocking and bouncing down a rocky road, a dozen other carriages each full of other traders as well, including Canines and equine nomads who made a living doing so. Kujura had grown to know his travel companions in the week they'd been together, but he still didn't know the land as well as he would have liked.

"How far until we get to Klyneth?" Kujura asked as he rifled through his rucksack, looking for something to eat.

The black furred feline reached into his own bag and tossed Kujura some smoked meat. "Well, once we get through this forest, we exit into a plain with farmland on either side. After that, maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Not much of a trek from here. Why? You got something there you're waiting on? Female mate there?"

Kujura shook his head and bit off a chunk of his smoked meat. "No particular reason. I'm just hungry and want to try out some of the local cuisine. I hear they use every kind of meat you can imagine, and I've always wanted to try some horse meat."

Another one of the fellow travelers laughed aloud. It was a female longhaired gray and brown feline. "Hah, you can get that anywhere! Just go to a brothel! I'm sure any equine the world over would love to let you taste his meat."

"Shut up Alyfia, I'm pretty sure he isn't into men, is he?" The black feline nudged at Kujura and offered a hearty laugh. "At least I hope not!"

"Naw, not my thing, but thanks for your concern." Kujura joked back. He rolled his eyes and continued to chew on his smoked meat, glancing out the side of the carriage to watch as the trees scrolled past. It was a beautiful forest, unlike any he'd seen in his travels. Most of the trees were normal colors - brown back and green leaves - but some had a blue tinge to them, making an aquamarine leaf color and a deep navy bark, with bright summer colored flowers and ferns in between. The blue forest came in patches and occasional ferns, but it was still gorgeous to see the contrast o the cool blues and greens juxtaposed on the yellows and oranges.

It took them a bit longer to leave the winding trail within the forest, about half an hour longer, in fact. By then, Kujura's stomach was beginning to shift and growl at him, so he sneakily grabbed some more meat from his own pack and started ripping strips of it off, chewing on it for extended periods to trick his body into thinking he was eating more than it actually was.

"Careful there, kid." Alyfia cautioned him. "You don't want to get to caught up on the cuisine in Klyneth, or you might end up the meal of someone else."

"E-excuse me?" Kujura was understandably confused. "Are there natural predators there? I thought the city was safe."

Alyfia shot her eyebrows up for a brief moment before grinning a toothy grin at her travelling partner. "Oh, the city is safe, but they say there's a group of snakes and dragons there that seek out travelers and tourists; they take the unsuspecting morsels back to their castle in the woods, and they're never to be heard from again!"

Kujura's eyes went blank as he began imagining vicious predators snagging him out of his bed at the inn, dragging him away through the woods. The glowing slitted eyes of a cold blooded serpent glaring at him the whole time, petrifying him.

"Oh come on, it's just an urban legend, kid. I do hear there's some sort of group that actually does that, though. Not as bad as it sounds, I'm sure. Keep hearing about some Whore house that specializes in niche stuff that-" She stopped mid sentence as a thick, golden stream of light shot in through the window of the carriage. They had finally left the ominous shade of the forest and were now out in the open, with the plains stretching wide in front of them, and the entire area in what looked like a valley that they were on the ridge of.

Kujura stuck his head out the window to look at the landscape. They were right, it was a huge, open plain with dozens of farms and homes like dots on the horizon. Golden wheat, green corn stalks, brown Hiyeanne roots, and a small orchard, not to mention the fields full of cows and Erovian Primals for harvest. He had to strain to look forward, but once he got his neck twisted in just the right way, he saw Klyneth.

It was as massive as he hoped. The city was as wide as the visible horizon, with - from his perspective - tendrils extending out into the farmland that was all around it. There was a huge round area in the middle, two large spires to the east and west along the forest walls, and two three urban peninsulae towards the south end where the farmland was, and another two peninsulae extending north into the forest. That must have been where the snatchers took unwary tourists from.

Behind the city was a massive mountain range - the largest and tallest in the world, said to be the birthplace of the gods. It was a majestic sight, and he couldn't help but stare as the caravan carried on down the path towards it at a steady rate, the solid wood tires bumping and creaking as they hit each and every rock.

Alyfia was right, it was only about fifteen minutes from the edge of the forest that they hit what could best be described as a jutting arm of urban sprawl laying in between the properties of two local farmers. That's where the merchants decided to quit and set up shop, just outside the city at the border of the city.

The architecture was sprawling and beautiful, at least in most places. Seemed some areas of the city were modern, while others were still old fashioned rock and straw single story homes. The nicer, newer looking buildings were made of smoothe ebony bricks, dark oakwood planks, and slate-gray mortar holding it all together, with various styles of architecture that ranged from angular and hard to curvy and soft. There were even a few buildings that were multiple stories high, like pyramids with pillars and concave roofs akin to eastern architecture.

Kujura felt at home. This was a wonderful place. Foreign, yet familiar. The blend of old and new, urban and agricultural, soft and hard, or even the different racial influences that could be found blended made it feel like the city was one anyone could live in, feline, canine, equine, or avian alike.

Another long, drawn out growl bubbled up form Kujura's belly that erupted into a burp; luckily, he was hopping out of the carriage at that exact time, so nobody noticed. He laid his ears flat against his skull and lowered his tail as he walked away, giving Alyfia and the others a gentle wave as he disappeared into the sprawling, labyrinthine streets of Klyneth.

"You may have gotten yourself in over your head." Kujura mumbled to himself as he came to realized he had absolutely no idea where he was or where he was heading. He didn't know the city, and he hadn't given a second thought to asking for directions until he found himself in a circular, ivory-bricked roundabout with a fountain in the middle and six different major roads leading in every direction, with dozens of citizens walking by, or biking, or riding in carriages.

He sucked up his pride and reached out to another passerby - a green and peach furred hybrid of canine and equine - to ask for some direction. "Hey, can I bother you for some help, sir?"

The green hybrid nodded and smiled. "Sure. What do you need?"

Kujura blushed under his cream colored cheek fur. "I am kind of lost, actually. I don't know where I am or where to go. I admit I'm just....visiting the city...but I want to ask, is there a map or somewhere I can go to give some direction on where to go and what the town offers?" Kujura avoided calling himself a tourist, just in case someone really was a tourist snatcher.

"Hah, sure!" The hybrid wrapped a single arm around Kujura's shoulders and pointed towards a cafe nestled in the corner of two of the six major roads out of the roundabout. "Just go there. Lots of people go to that cafe, tourists and locals alike. They sell maps and I'm sure any random person would be happy to take you on a tour. Go on, have fun!" He slapped Kujura on the rump and waved as he walked away.

The cheetah was confused and a little upset at the physicality, but he let it go, assuming it was just a local culture thing. Still, he had no reason not to believe the hybrid, so he headed into the cafe and got a look around.

It was wonderful inside. Dozens of people hanging around, equines, canines, avians, even a few saurossins were scattered around, though mostly small ones. Full fledged dragons couldn't even begin to fit in this cafe. He was just about to sit down when he saw a pair coming in by stepping over the white rail that surrounded the outer patio. It was a massive hippogryph with golden red chest plumage and a vanner stallion's lower half, but with massive ebony talons for feet. On his back was a fiery red haired bat clinging to him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Curious, he walked up to them and was about to ask about the local snatcher rumours he'd heard from Alyfia when his bashfulness got the better of him. It was a completely out-of-character question, anyway, but they seemed to be well known, as they had gotten a lot of attention the moment they stepped over the rail and onto the patio, and so he thought they'd be as good as any to answer his question.

As though they could tell he was curious, they caught a glimpse of his gaze and walked over to him, sitting down next to him at one of the cafe tables, the bat hopping off to sit on her own spot.

"So what are you in town for?" The massive hippogryph asked.

Kujura had to crane his neck just to look up at the massive avian's face, which was a full meter above his even when sitting. "I didn't really have any plans, really. Just wanted to come visit and see the sights, you know? I was actually kind of hoping I'd find some locals who wanted to party with me, show me the place, push for some local attractions. The usual. Nothing out of the ordinary." He grinned nervously, showing his teeth. It was odd to him to have a pair of locals just come up to him and start offering help, even if that's exactly what he wanted.

The bat leaned forward - she was a bit smaller than Kujura, but her twin canine fangs that poked out either side of her muzzle made her look like she was about to bite him and drain his blood. "Well, you don't have to be shy with us, kid. I can tell just by looking at you that you're here for some foreign and exotic pleasures. And we think we can help. There's a place north of here, on the Urto Trade route; we think you'll want to go there. I think it'll cap off your travels with a truly unique and fun experience."

The smile faded from Kujura's lips. "Uh, how did you know I-"

"Don't worry about it." The hippogryph piped in as he shifted in his seat to dig into his kilt, grabbing a few coins. He tossed three jade coins on the table and winked. "It's called the Vore House of Klyneth. I trust it'll interest you."

Kujura gaped his maw open and stared at the coins on the table. That was worth 300 gold, right there on the table, and this mysterious stranger just gave it to him. He took a good look and saw there was a face on the side of the jade coins that looked stunningly like the swept back head feathers and horned ears on the hippogryph that gave it to him. "Who...are you?" Kujura gasped, mostly to himself under his breath.

"Like we said, don't worry about it. Just take this jade here, and use it to enjoy yourself at the Vore House." the hippogryph insisted.

"What is a vore house? What does that mean? Is it...what I think it is?"

The bat sighed and rolled her eyes. "It's exactly like you think it is. Look, just go, it's not like the rumours would suggest. There are no snatchers, just a bunch of hungry snakes and dragons who offer a service, and we're both confident you've got the kind of urges they cater to. I know you're all shy and stuff, but that's why you're here in Klyneth, right? Just take it, go, enjoy yourself, and stop being all shy and confused."

Kujura blinked and darted his eyes back and forth from the hippogryph to the bat, only to have the hippogryph offer a slight nod. He wanted to ask who these people were, and what they were doing, and how they knew about his desires and reason for being in town, but he figured at this point their motif was that they were mysterious and generous, so he didn't bother asking further. Sure, random strangers offering 3 jade coins with no expectations of reciprocation was odd, and being told to go to a 'vore house' sounded odd, but his curiosity was piqued, and he wasn't the kind to decline the kindness of others.

The two mysterious strangers got up and left, leaving Kujura alone in the cafe wondering what had just happened, but with his curiosity levels rising.

What was the worst that could happen?

Kujura ordered a delicious kebab meal made of five different meats glazed in liquefied sugars and paired with veggies and rice on the side before leaving and heading north. He enjoyed the signts along the way, taking note of the large cathedral like buildings, the architecture, and a few places that smelled absolutely delicious and exotic to him.

The map he had bought before leaving the cafe showed him the path to the Urto Trade route that extended out beyond one of the urban peninsulae that jutted out into the forest east of the mountain range and apparently coming stunningly close to lake Klyneth - which was nestled in the crescent-moon-shaped mountain range that supposedly held the Cradle of Dalon.

Even in the middle of the day, the Klynethian wood was dark and ominous, the canopy so thick that it felt almost like night with only a few rays of sunshine piercing the few openings that kept shifting and disappearing as the wind hit the leaves. He wasn't in a carriage, nor was he on horseback. He had decided to walk it, and take in the sights along the way.

The trip took him many hours, and by the time he made it to the bend north of the bridge that the Vore House was supposedly on, the sun was almost gone and the bright beams of light were no longer piercing the forest. He saw a massive castle piercing the tallest trees of the forest, and a huge, grassy field in front of it with a golden pathway leading from the road to the massive twin doors.

Leaving the ebony-cobblestone pathway onto the softer sand and dirt of the pathway up to the castle was an interesting change to Kujura's paws. The sand got in between his toes and made a bit of a mess of his fur, but that was okay. It still felt nice.

As he walked up the pathway, he felt his heart gradually rising in his throat, throbbing harder with each step. Vore house. Sounded like Whore house. Vore. Kujura had spent many years in the past fantasizing about such an interesting and unique fetish, but he'd never really felt comfortable with it as a real thing. Seeing it in art and creating stories about it was fun, but to actually be swallowed? Was it possible? Was it safe? Was this just some ploy from the hippogryph and his bat companion to feed their hungry friends.

There was a sudden surge of immense dread washing through him as all the omens and warnings came together at once. The situation was just too odd, the stories too convenient. Why would a stranger offer him three jade coins? Nothing felt right here, not to him. Just as he was on the front steps of the castle, paw about to grab the door latch and open the grand gate, he froze in place and couldn't go any further. He also couldn't turn and walk away. He'd spent the entire trip from the cafe psyching himself up, he couldn't leave now.

Just then, the latch to the other door clicked and the door swooshed inward. Kujura leaned and peeked into the castle, seeing a tiny little mouse with huge ears and goggles atop his head sauntering out. The mouse, which was about as high as Kujura's knee, looked up at the cheetah with a wide grin and a sort of positive energy emanating from his very being. "Why hello there, stranger!" he chirped as he waved.

Kujura nervously waved back. He noticed that this little mouse had the shiniest coat of fur he'd ever seen on one of his kind, and whoever he was, he was definitely content and he was leaving. Just for confirmation, the cheetah had to ask. "Is this the Vore House?"

"Yep! Love coming here on the weekends. Sometimes it's nice to just get away from it all. You, uh, ever done anything like this?" the little guy squeaked, his voice a high pitch.

"N-no. I didn't even think it was possible, to be honest. Not outside of fantasies, anyway. Is it safe?" He couldn't help but blush again. He could feel a curious stirring in his loins, but his bashfulness kept that from emerging into anything sensual.

"Well, trust me on this one. Been coming here for months now, and I'm still here. I swear, the naga and dragons in there figure something new out to surprise me with every time!" With that, the mouse smiled, waved, and walked down the path, a certain bounce in his step as his thin tail swayed back and forth behind him.

It wasn't much in the way of confidence, but the mouse's endorsement certainly urged Kujura to go forth and see what was inside.

He latched the handle and swung both doors open wide to see a grand, flat hall with a royal purple carpet and golden yellow ornaments and candle sticks on either side of it. To the left was a little reception area with a blue and red amphibious lizard. The light from the many candles was dancing off his glistening flesh, and he was busily playing some sort of board puzzle. Behind him, a wall full of cubby holes, many of which had little key tags hanging out the end of them. Reminded him of a large-scale inn or hotel.

Nervous, he walked up to the reception counter and rang the little bell.

"Welcome!" The little lizard said as he looked up from his game. As he looked up, one of the black pieces moved on its own. "Welcome to the Vore House. Is this your first time? You don't look familiar!" The little guy's tongue lolled out as his wide mouth gaped open in a harmless smile. His tongue - at least what was seen - was longer than his head!

"Yes, first time." Kujura said, his voice on the verge of cracking.

"Oh, don't be nervous, everyone is scared their first time. Here." He hopped up from his chair and leapt over the counter to land beside the cheetah. He was tiny, his head only coming up to Kujura's belly. He took the cheetah's hand in his and smiled. "Don't freak out." He said simply before sliding his tongue up and around Kujura's forearm; the prehensile appendage squeezed and soaked the furred arm with saliva before sucking it back up into the little guy's gullet, swallowing to the elbow in one fluid motion.

Kujura tried to jerk away in surprise, but as soon as he felt the lizard's throat squeezing around his limb, he relaxed a little. It did feel good, and clearly it wasn't hurting, not even the rows of teeth that were clamping down on his forearm. He wiggled his fingers around inside and actually saw the soft flesh of the receptionist's belly bulging out and shifting from within. Intrigued, he kept swishing around in the gooey mess, rubbing the saliva and juices between his fingers before the reptile's tongue loosened from his arm, letting him slowly pull out.

His entire arm was now smothered in a thin, pink goo that was dribbling off his finger tips. The Receptionist smiled and reached over the counter to get a towel that he used to vigorously clean the mess before any of it landed on the carpet on the floor.

"So, uh...I guess I'll take a...whatever you call it?" Kujura reached into his pocket with his free hand and tossed one of the jade coins on the table.

The receptionist looked up and his eyes went wide.

"What?" Kujura asked. Clearly this wasn't just a regular coin.

"So I see you've been doted upon. You get the VIP treatment! Come, follow!" The receptionist hopped around the side of the front desk, motioning for Kujura to follow. He hopped up on his stool and pulled out a little snake-scale embroidered book with a latch and lock on it. He grabbed a key from the desk and opened it.

Kujura looked over the little lizard's slick shoulder to see what was inside the book. There was a 'Vore House of Klyneth' embroidery on the first page, followed by a table of contents.

"In this book, we have all our dedicated predators on hand, as well as our services and group deals. It's kind of a catalog. Here, let's start with the first option." He flipped the page to a deeply colored naga with green scales, as well as red and blue highlights. She had a soft look on her face and kind looking eyes. Kujura could tell it was female from the length and taper of the tail. "This here is Lady Leera Ssevarine. She, alongside our next entry, is the founder of the Vore House. She's known for her compassion and kindness, but underneath all that lies a dark and aggressive passion for her work. Good for anyone, really. Kind to beginners, but with the capacity for the more aggressive tendencies in those who like that sort of thing."

"Oh, I like her. Very pretty. Sounds nice. Would she be gentle?"

"The gentlest." The receptionist turned the page, showing a golden brown naga, somewhat smaller than the first one, but with a devious glint in his eye. "This one here's Yetzer, co founder of the Vore House; he owned the property before Lady Leera bought it from him. He's smaller, 'tighter', and a bit more aggressive than the other predators here. He is a bit more likely to squeeze and bite harder, unless you use a safe word. Very good, but also adept at infusing a sense of danger. I don't recommend him for a first timer unless you're certain you like that kind of stuff."

Kujura gulped back, cringing at the thought of having someone being a bit too violent. He liked the coziness of being coiled, but he had limits. Plus, he really didn't want to jump headfirst into a situation like this. He wanted to go with someone who would be compassionate, and preferably female. "Well, keep going. Any other ladies working here?"

The receptionist clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and twisted his lips a bit. "No, sadly I don't think we have any other workers here that are female. We have a couple dragons, as well as myself, as well as some guests that come around that do some of the kinkier stuff, but that's it for full time female workers. Is she your choice?"

He didn't need to stop to think up an answer to that. "Yes. She is my choice. Is that coin enough or do I need to give you the other two as well?"

The receptionist's maw slowly started to widen into a broad smile. "Just one. Each one is good for one full VIP treatment. Keep the other two, come back later, give them to friends."

"Wait, why can't I just go see the naga instead of looking at her in a book?"

"She just finished with another client. That mouse you passed on the way in? He was with her. But she didn't do any vore, at least not in the traditional sense."

Kujura was confused. "You do other things? Non conventional vore?" Saying the word out loud made him think the whole situation was growing silly, but he tried his best to suppress his apprehension of it and just discuss it on blunt and simple terms.

"Yeah, the mouth isn't the only hole that can swallow, you know."

"Blech, wait, no. Nevermind about that. Not as keen on the backside." Kujura gagged a little at the though of going into someone from the other end.

"Who said anything about the backside? Leera has a third hole, you know. It's called unbirthing. You can slip into her womb and relax while in there. Bit more sensual. More teeth, but less in the way of muscle. I'm sure you know."

Unbirthing. Unbirth. Vaginal vore? Now this was a concept that the cheetah had conceptualized in his mind, but hadn't heard a name assigned to it. This intrigued him, and he had to consciously close his muzzle to keep himself from drooling. He also had to take special care to not allow his male-parts to slip from their sheathe.

"I see you're interested in that. Well, you will have to discuss what you want with her. She will let you know what you can and cannot do. The only thing she won't do is digest, though. Also, she has an uncanny ability to know what you want before you know it. Don't be ashamed to ask, or just do it. I don't care." Just then a bell sounded on the desk without the receptionist hitting the ringer, like it was triggered remotely. With the echoes of the ring still in the hall, the receptionist hopped up and started pushing Kujura out of the desk area. "Well, that's your cue. Come on, let's go."

"Wait, what? What do you mean? What's going on?" Kujura was resisting the push, but not out of rebellion, more out of confusion.

"Leera is ready for you. She makes the bell ring when she's in the mood and is ready. Don't leave her waiting." He continued to push.

Reluctant, the cheetah complied. He walked next to the dwarfed reptile as he was taken down to the opposite end of the grand hall, down through some winding hallways, and up a spiral staircase. The entire time, he felt his heart racing again. After a half hour of walking and buildup, he had finally relaxed. Right as they got to the twin red doors of the gate, a sudden and serious inquiry popped up in his mind. "Wait, how does this work? You say it's safe, but I don't know how!"

"You are fine. Promise. We wouldn't be in business if our clients didn't get safely out when we were done with them. Go on." He pointed towards the door, insinuating that the cheetah should just go in without any more questions.

Sadly, that wasn't enough. "I'm sorry, I need more than that. Something, anything. How does this work without us suffocating?"

"Special biological adaptations. Leera's inner fluids are a strange and sweet concoction that can be inhaled safely. Oxygen rich. Kind of jarring at first, but it's like breathing air, but your world slows down and you feel like everything is moving in slow motion. Your skin and fur gets hyper sensitive to touch, and your cock will be in a state of constant orgasm, if you're into that. I dunno exactly how it works, I just know it works." He knocked on the door and turned the handle, opening the latch. This was a devious ploy to keep Kujura from asking any more questions.

The cheetah was frozen solid in a combination of fear and anticipation as the door slowly opened itself from there. He got a good look inside and his visage of apprehension quickly morphed into one of wonder.

The inside of the naga's chambers were not what he expected at all. Not only was the ceiling twice as high as most of the rooms, but it was filled with vegetation! There were no beds, no dressers, no elaborate machines for bondage, no toys, and no carpet on the floor. Instead, there appeared to be a series of thick trunked, short trees growing right into the rock of the floor with the leaves pressing against every surface, vines and roots sticking out of the walls and even ceiling, moss covering every surface. Two trees, growing into the floor on the second story of a castle.

To the left, next to the smaller of the two trees, was a pond with what appeared to be a running waterfall leading into it, the source of it being the wall next to the outside. To the right, a window with vines and mosses around the sill. Right in the middle of the massive room was Leera, a colossal naga with a body nearly as thick as Kujura was tall. She was bundled up in a ball, her head resting on one of her coils and her eyes staring right at Kujura's heterochromic eyes. She flicked her tongue out slow and long, presumably to get a sample of his scent from afar.

Her eyes were even softer in person than they were in the illustration in the book. Her form was easily twice the size he was expecting. She looked soft, but so strong. He could see her muscles shifting underneath her scales as she breathed and shifted.

"So you must be my latest client." She cooed at him. She didn't hiss, which was somewhat surprising to Kujura, but it was pleasant. A hissing snake was often an angry snake.

As he was about to respond, he heard the click of the door behind him. He glanced back, for a moment before returning to Leera in front of him. She had already shifted her body slightly so that her head and neck were draped over the thickest coil, and her entire length was sliding forward in place. Her tongue was pushed out to full length and was flapping up and down. She was smiling at him, with her steely amber eyes glistening in the reflections of the evening light straming in through the window. The sounds of her scales dragging on her coils and the moss was overlaid and amplified with the trickling of the waterfall.

Kujura was awestruck. His orange and blue eyes were both wide and his tail was curled up tight under his pack, unsure of what to do or where to go. Without breaking his gaze from the massive snake, he dropped to a knee and allowed the pack to slide off his shoulders and fall behind him. Once he got to his feet, he managed to stammer out a simple question. "P-pants. Do I keep them on or do you prefer them off?"

Leera's massive head slid up to him with her tail out, looking up at him. "If you could be so kind, fabric and one's insides to not make for a good combination." Her lips and the heat sensitive pits above them moved like silk as she spoke, her tongue darting out and flicking as though it had absolutely no impact on her speech. The twin fork tips were almost touching Kujura's belly, and her breath tickled his fur.

Following with her advice, the cheetah reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He kicked them behind with his backpack as he leaned into Leera a bit. Her head was nearly the full size of his torso, and the rest of her body was absolutely massive. He padded around her, careful to not bump her in the snout before laying a hand on her thick coils. He could feel her muscles shifting and tensing under the scales as she moved. His voice was stricken from him, and he didn't know what to say or ask next.

Leera was his chosen predator, so it almost seemed like fate that she knew to take the next action without pressuring him. She slowly brought her head around so that her neck and upper body were coiled loosely around Kujura, holding him against the bundle of coils that was the rest of her body. She leaned into him and rubbed the side of her snout against his hips as though she was a dog begging for attention from her owner. She darted her tongue out a bit and smiled.

Kujura was nervous, but the gentle and graceful strength of the predator's form had him mesmerized and aroused. He could feel his member stirring in his loins, so he covered himself with one hand while still pressing his free hand down along Leera's spine.

"What's the matter, kitty?" Leera asked, pressing her lips against Kujura's thighs, leaving a strip of moist fur where her saliva dampened his legs.

Kujura blushed as the snake continued to tease and tickle at him with her tongue tip. He had to use his other hand to cover up the rest of the bulge that was forming in his sheathe. "Do you...is this just for the one thing? Or do you also please your clients in other ways?" His voice was meek, shy. Somewhat more bashful than he'd seemed up to this point.

Leera chuckled and shifted her entire body forward, the shape and arrangement of her coils remaining in place, but the scales shifting forward so she would give her head and neck more room to position itself near Kujura's belly. She pressed her snout against the feline's hands and brushed them to the side, one by one, before flicking her tongue against the tip of his sheathe, tasting the faint cloud of his aroma that was emanating from it. "Now why would we have a service for such a sensual act and not allow clients to enjoy themselves. Please, do what you wish to me. I promise I won't bite until you want me to."

His heart fluttered up into his throat, forcing him to gulp it down. He remained nervous, but his confidence was growing stronger as time went on. She seemed sweet, the mouse seemed happy, and the receptionist had made the solid point that they wouldn't be in business if they weren't pleasing their customers. This allowed him to loosen up enough to climb up onto her body, struggling to make it over her coils due to her being so thick compared to him. The little cheetah had a bit of a fantasy, imagining himself making a tiny little bulge in her, his form twisting and squirming as he muscles kept him in place.

"There we go, my little morsel." She cooed at him, flicking her tongue at his tail as he walked around her face to relax in her coils. She continued to shift her body and flex her muscles in waves to massage him under his knees and paws until he found a spot nestled in a particularly tight bend in her body.

Without bothing to ask of look further, Kujura laid back into her coils like a chair, resting his head on the spine that was still sliding out from beneath him as he forced his paw down between two folds of her body. By his calculations, and the fact that he saw her tail curled up around herself about a meter away, he was sure he would find what he was looking for.

Sure enough, a moment later he felt his fingertips slide over a wide, moist belly scale followed by a few smaller overlapping scales. He had found her cloaca. As soon as he put pressure on that very spot, Leera's coils stopped shifting beneath him and she brought her head around do press it down on his chest.

"I see you found what you're looking for, kitty. But I'm not so sure you want to be prey to that end of me; not today." She leaned into him and wrapped her lips around his neck, like a cheetah would a gazelle.

He could feel her teeth poking and prodding gently at his flesh after puncturing his neck fur, but it didn't seem to stab into him, which comforted him. Her jaw muscles were flexing and relaxing - she was chewing - as she sucked and kissed at his neck like a lover. Still, he wanted to play with her female parts a bit first. Maybe see what it was like inside without the teeth and jaw bones first.

With her lips still wrapped around his neck, he continued to prod at her wide ventral scale. Much to his surprise - and despite her apparent protest - he felt the segment of her body push up into him, twisting and exposing the cherry pink slit. Eager to please as well as be pleased, he massaged either side of it, peeling the scale back and slipping a few fingers into it. Naturally, due to the massive size difference, he found himself easily slipping his whole hand in.

She released her grip from his neck and chin to nuzzle at him, rubbing against is cheek and guiding him toward her vent. She whispered into his ear a sweet encouragement. "Well? If that's what you want, then I won't stop you." Her tongue flicked again, the tiny hints of breeze emanating from it tickling at his ear.

Rather than leave her hanging, or his own member neglected, he pulled his hand from her flesh and held it up to his nose, giving a bit of a sniff at the fluids that were now gumming up his fur. It smelled sweet, and had the faintest pink tinge to it. Curious, he gave it a lick and found that it tasted like berry; he wasn't sure what kind of berry, but it definitely had the scent of a fruit. Like a drug, it incited his member to force itself free of its sheathe before standing erect.

He had the desire, and was there, so he rolled over on her coils and pressed his hips against her form, moving and gyrating until his barbed tip caught on soft flesh.

The very second his barbs stabbed at her, Leera's whole body shifted around underneath him until her head was faced directly at him. She stared at him intently as her lips curled up in a devious grin, her tongue slowly pushing out and repeatedly pressing against his muzzle.

Was this a kiss? Was she being affectionate? Was she tasting him? It didn't matter to Kujura, who happily leaned into it and gaped his muzzle just a bit and was met with a forked tongue darting its way through his fangs and into his maw, getting caught on his tongue like her flesh was jabbed on his phallic barbs.

There was a gentle hiss coming from her form as she closed her eyes, leaning into him to press her lips against his. She shifted her body and pressed her vent against him, muscles contracting to squeeze around his member, sharp barbs be damned.

As she hissed, Kujura felt a deep purr rumbling up from his chest. His claws were curling in delight and catching on her scales, but he got the impression she didn't mind. The twin spurs on either side of her vent were massaging his hips, urging him deeper, so he complied. He leaned down, lips still pressed against the snake's, as he wrapped his arms around her lower body.

However, just as he was about to give a deep and passionate thrust, he felt the serpent's lips spread apart and the rows of teeth clamp down on either side of his muzzle. His eyes blasted open and he tried to tug away a little, only to find she had him in a grip that he couldn't escape. He could see her eyes staring right at him, eyes that bled compassion and filled him with the reassurance that this was how it was supposed to be. He let himself get lost in the moment as he leaned into her, both in vent and maw.

She smiled and twisted her head to the side, shifting her malleable jaw muscles and bones around so that her rows of teeth would resituate themselves around his cheeks. Her tail wrapped around his one leg to hold him in place, the powerful muscles pressing him strong against her fleshy opening.

He gasped as his lower jaw quivered. He could smell the same fruity sweetness of the fluid that was in her nethers; the same fluid was dribbling and drooling over his face as he leaned into the fleshy, toothy trap that was her maw. A sort of trance-like need swept over him and he leaned into her, feeling her teeth push over him, snagging his flesh just enough to keep him in place as her throat and neck gyrated. He nuzzled into the crook in the top of her maw like a kitten nuzzling for milk, careful to not move in such a way her teeth would snag on him.

Leera was impeccably gentle with him. She clearly had the muscle power to clamp down tight on him, her rows of needlpoint teeth sharp enough to puncture and even cut him open; but she was a predator, and he chose her for her compassion, so it felt more like a gentle massage, velcro or feline tongue dragging along him, keeping him in place.

It felt like he was being licked with the force to actually move him, only his face was being pressed into the flesh at the back of her throat. He moaned and purred, pressing his hips against her nethers as she lurched forward, jaws gaped open wide to smother him, snout to chest. Her maw was massive compared to him, with the length from snout to the first vertebrae of her neck about the same length as it was from Kujura's head to midway down his torso. Even at her thinnest point, she was almost as wide as the cheetah was at his shoulders.

At this point, Kujura was still holding his breath. He trusted the claims of the breathable fruity fluid, but he wasn't ready to succumb to it, and as such his panic levels were rising. His member started to deflate and retract as his body tensed up. He could feel a panic attack coming on, but he held off for another few seconds before Leera made her next move.

She raised her head high, teeth clamping down on Kujura's torso from the front and back, holding him in place with a surprising level of delicacy and poise. She gaped her maw open wide, the face of the little cheetah in her throat and safe of the layers of teeth that lined her maw.

He slipped in deeper, no part of him in contact with the teeth that had held him in place. Now, only gravity was taking control. He flailed his legs, and as he did so finally allowed his lungs to take in a deep inhalation of the gooey fluid that was secreting and filling in all the crevices of her soft throat. No air, just fluid, and it hurt.

With a sudden, violent spasm, Kujura tried to pull himself out of her gullet by wrapping his arms around the thick muscles on either side of her jaw, the ones that clamped down on prey. AS soon as he did this - her snout now pressing down on his thighs - she clamped down and held on tight. The panic was real, he was kicking and flailing, but with each passing second he was growing increasingly complacent. Kujura found himself drifting off into a semi-lucid state, no longer truly awake, but not asleep either. He could feel the throbbing and waving muscle contractions of her muscles clenching down on his torso, as well as the teeth that were gently prodding at his upper legs.

That very moment, with her jaw once more clenched down on him, maw extended to the sky and his face aiming directly down and gravity aiding her meal, Kujura's member slipped once again from its sheathe to press against the little crook in between her wind pipe and the gums from which her row of teeth was protruding. The muscles and control she had helped massage the underside of his length, and the enhanced sensitivity that the fluids in his lungs offered had his sheathe tingling.

She kept him in place there, gulping at him with her throat muscles and squeezing with her jaws, holding him in place as he gyrated his hips into her maw. It didn't take long for his excitement to build to a point where he grunted from within her, releasing a thin stream of seed right into her maw to swallow along with him.

As soon as she felt the warm fluid dribbling out her distended maw, she folded her body up a bit and wiggled in such a way that his face was down her throat, touching the flesh a few meters down from her maw, but the rest of his body was still sticking out. As soon as she felt him in deep enough, she clenched down her muscles around his neck and extended her length, maw gaped and her throat pulling him in deeper. The entire rest of his body disappeared into her, legs and tail sliding between her jaws and fading to black.

He felt her muscles constricting tight around him, pressing against his hips in waves to force him deeper. He tried shifting around inside, only to find that her muscles were too strong, and her throat was too tight. Part of him wanted to panic again, but when he relaxed and allowed his arms to remain at his side, he found he was cozy, like as though he was bundled up in a blanket. It was comfortable, it was homely, it was pleasant.

It was relaxing. Above all else, it was relaxing to him, and it took only a few moments for him to let his mind dissipate into a dream-like state. He could feel his chest heaving slow and powerful, taking the fluid into his lungs for what felt like a minute at a time before exhaling it back out to have it recycled with more of the fluid.

The muscles around him continued to press around him, and he could feel her spine bending atop him as she curled up into a tight ball. Her powerful muscles made him bend at the hips, flesh around him on all sides. After a moment, he felt her stop moving, leaving only the gurgling of her belly and the slow, powerful thud of her heart beat around him.

Comfortable and as relaxed as he'd ever felt, Kujura felt himself drift off into a sleep deep within the serpentine predator's belly.

What felt like hours later, maybe even a full day of remarkably rejuvenating sleep, Kujura woke to find the muscles of Leera's body clenching around him again and shifting in waves, but this time they were starting from his head and working their way back towards her maw. This was a far more powerful wave of contractions, and it seemed to shoot him out of her in one powerful motion.

Only a few seconds later, he felt his legs slip from the fleshy confines of her gullet into the cool air of the castle. He flicked his tail and kicked, trying to catch on her lip and remain inside, but she was exceptionally well lubricated, and his paws slipped, forcing him to fall out in a splat of fluids all over the mossy castle floor.

His eyes were closed so he couldn't make out the scene around him, and his lungs were still full of the breathable fluid, so he held onto the sensation of flesh around him for a moment longer before hacking it up. He wanted to fantasize about it, only to find the relatively cool air tickling him in all the wrong ways, yanking him from his dream with an unpleasant jerking sensation. His whole body spasms as he exhaled one last time, evicting the fluid from his lungs as he opened his eyes, catching only blurry shapes.

"W-what's going on? Are we done?" He wiped his eyes of the lubricant and blinked a few times, revealing Leera in a bundle in front of him, maw drooling thick strands of the fluid next to him.

She smiled and rubbed the drool from her lips on the mossy floor before yawning wide to re-adjust her jaw and flick her tongue at him. "That's all for now, good sir Cheetah. Time for you to clean up and be on your way, at least for now."

Kujura sighed and wiped the fluid from his fur, disappointed it was over. He did feel fully rejuvenated, so he didn't feel like he didn't get his money's worth, but he would have liked to stay in longer. With a reluctant grumble, he walked around Leera and over to the waterfall behind her in the corner. He started wiping the gooey mess from his fur, rubbing until he was fully cleaned of it all.

Leera sidled up next to him, allowing part of her neck for him to rest against as she nuzzled at him. "You know, you can come back any time." She reminded him.

And she was right. Kujura glanced around her to see his pack as he remembered that he still had two of the jade coins, both of which would entitle him to a future stay. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to leave this time, or when he'd be back in Klyneth. Might as well make the most of the situation.