Deep Woods Clearing

Random Mobs wrote:

In the direction of Gailden, Ithteca to be accurate, a small, but blinding glow, and the sky around the area darkened compared to the rest of the bright sunny day. The ground trembled slightly, spilling some of the stalls in the markets contents to the ground, and the sound of a far distant explosion could be heard...

Tesselth wrote:

Fiona Hillcloud wrote:Fiona, eyes like pin pricks, encased in drool and assaulted by the velvety tongue. "It can't end like this! Oh Gods, Emir, help me! I don't want to die!" her mind screamed, kicking her calves and flexed her fingers or banged on the lower jaw of the dragon. Her breasts were pressed into her face, and seemed to keep her from being entirely engulfed by the tight throat. The squishy tongue against her body, with the ribbed roofing dragging across her back, somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was her fate, no matter how much she wished against it, there was no mistake of where she would be headed. Hope seemed quite lost, and she closed her eyes tightly, holding back tears and kicked her calves harder out of a tantrum, for her cruel fate being unjust and unfair....

"Jarrod..." she whispered, feeling her heart sink as she sobbed, her body sticky and trailing with the dragoness's slime, her hands clenched into fists, her skin turning pale and she scrunched her face, tightly closing her eyes. The echoing chasm before her gasped, hot air and the Dragoness' growls and groans of approval vibrated into her ears. Her cleavage and large, bursting breasts were plush between Fiona and the back of Tesselth's tongue, her skin shiny from the slick coat of saliva that glazed them entirely under and outside her blue dress. She felt her heart rate increase, and the walls around her began to ripple...

Tesselth could not contain her hunger any longer. She released her hold on Jarrod slightly, allowing him to see his lover's demise. The Dragoness yawned, pointed tongue forcing Fiona's legs to spread apart, while slowly tipping her head back. The tip curled around the tasty girls ass, her knees buckling upward as she slid further down, the tongue aiding her slide down. She is going down so nicely~ she thought, eyes lidded and rolling back as Fiona's head and shoulders slide into her gullet first-ULP. Kicking and wiggling only aided her further down, and the beast jerked her head gently once more-ULP; Fiona's body bulging slightly from Tesselth's thick neck, the slightly lighter purple scales smooth and rounded with the shape of Fiona's head and breasts which seemed squished tightly inside the slimy undulating throat. Tesselth yawned again, letting out garbled groaning sounds, almost as if she was wounded: "Ah-Ruuuuuu Mawuraaaw...."

The throat widened slightly with another-ULP, allowing Fiona's thighs to drift down, the tongue retreating as gravity took over and it flapped against the ribbed lower jaw. Now Tesselth's neck had an hour glass shaped bulge that was slowly drifting from the base of her jaw, distending slightly and wiggled barely due to the constricting nature of the throat. Lastly, Fiona's kicking legs, jutting out from the back of the Dragoness' throat, remained. The Dragoness lowered her head slightly, relaxing as Fiona's distended body hung and bounced at the pinnacle of Tesselth's neck. Jarrod could now see his lover, her bare feet pedaling, her toes curling and flexing to grab at anything, muffled screams and cries echoing from the chasm Fiona was slipping into-ULP.

Eyes glazed over by a white film, and yawning once more, Fiona's screams of terror and pedaling feet and calves slowly sank down the deep, velvety throat as Tesselth slowly closed her jaws together with a clack; dull coned teeth clenching together. Fiona's shape was clearly hanging from the peak of Tesselth's neck, but it was almost hard to see the bloated, wiggling scales. Her screams were muffled, as if behind thick layers of rubber and leather. Tesselth closed her eyes, savoring the moment and the tasty snack for about as long. Then, eyes still closed, she jerked her head back, her long neck forward, hot air hissing from her nostrils, making a whining groan, while her throat rippled with a "Graoowuuuuuuu", but what followed would probably resonate in Jarrod's ears for the rest of his mortal life:

Gl-Liiiick...shhhliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip......


All at once, Fiona's muffled cries vanished, overpowered by the sound of saliva rushing down a tight, constricting throat, carrying the feminine bulge into the thicker parts of the Dragoness' neck, where she vanished forever, entering the wider sections of Tesselth's throat. A slight indentation of Fiona's path could be barely visible, the scales rounding where her journey was taking her, down the length of a long bendy neck, before finally vanishing where the neck met the chest between Tesselth's shoulders.

After which, Tesselth's eyelids fluttered, the white film blinked away with a squish, and the Dragoness yawned it's jaws wide, saliva trailing from its ivory and yellowed teeth, her tongue flapping with a wet smack, the maw empty as proof that Fiona was eaten alive. Tesselth's lidded eyes showing content following an even more contented, rolling sigh:

"Hahhhhh..."

By the Creator, she was a pleasant surprise. What a feisty and plump treat she was! Now...for the male.... She thought, removing her right claw from Jarrod and scraped it against her neck and upper chest scales, rubbing the under scales with a dull rock against rock grinding sound. Her tongue danced across the dull cone shaped teeth, sticky saliva caught by the sliding tongue. Hot air wafted from the maw as she held Jarrod up. A bulge traveled up her neck from her chest, and from her nostrils and throat she expelled acrid black smoke that smelled of sulfur. The smoked curled and wafted around the young would-be hero, and soon to be second course!

Then she paused, sensing a change in the air. Blinking, the Dragoness turned towards Ithtecca with a mix of curiosity and anxiety. What was that? She wondered, and she could then hear the villagers somewhere behind her. She looked at the woman's mate, and debated scarfing him down... greed was the nature of all dragons to some extent. However, she thought something malicious though, at the same time, merciful, and she only had a limited time to perform it. Her scaly lips peeled back, revealing a twisted, devilish smile, and then spoke:

"Zu'u du hin vahdin!

...and she was delicious!"

Speaking common tongue, and showing her intelligence to the man before her at last, she bid him farewell by expelling a guttural: "Grooo-uffffblck" expelling the hot air containing the scent of death and digestion across Jarrod's body, coating him with specks of bile and saliva. She then, to slam another nail in the coffin, slipped out her silky tongue, while holding back his injured and good arm with her thumb and index claw, and traced the tip of her tongue around his crotch between his thighs, and glided up his stomach, chest, neck, chin and face; licking him with a thick coat of slime that trailed off him and her tongue. Shame I won't be devouring such a fine, heroic lad...perhaps another time, another life... she thought, and lowered her body, dropping him from a height of about 3 meters before she flexed her wings, and flapped them hard enough to yank up more trees from the woods. She generated enough lift to hover for a moment, before finally she shot up like a rocket hundreds of feet into the sky. Her wings expanded and she glides over head.

"Raoouuu

Tesselth roared overhead, leaving Jarrod to the mercy of the forest and his injuries. His lover digesting nicely inside her, Tesselth belched up smoke again, licking her teeth. She would have to hunt elsewhere for a little while, but she was glad to leave a legend behind her.

Tesselth wrote:Tess kept thinking about the land across the ocean. There was something in Ithteca she needed to check out and find out. However, the fight with that human had been taxing, and she needed to rest. Something shiny caught her eye and the massive dragon stopped mid flight, hovering as it looked at it's ankle. She chuckled. "Oh the meal's knife..." she says patting her midsection. The woman within was still alive at the moment. She could feel her kick, hear her faintly scream in an echoing fashion as her acids broke her down rather slowly. She had just woken up after all, but she would probably be dead by the time Tess woke up from her next nap.

Shrugging, she kicked her ankle, till the Scardian Blade fell. It spung and fell, glinting high above the trees before fell into the woods.

With that finished, she continued on to her lair...

Tesselth wrote:Tess was continuing towards her lair when her eyes bulged and she curled over in the air. She could feel sharp pains from her stomach, and at the same time, aggressive screams coming from the woman. "Damned wretch, should have snapped you in half before I ate you..." She snarled and did something rather unorthodox to quell her tiny attacker. She landed, not too far from the fallen blade, and crashed on all fours into the forest. She exhaled and inhaled, her mouth filling with flames that quickly died out, becoming smoke and then sucked it down. The large dragon teared up and wheezed, feeling light headed as she swallowed the dark, choking smoke. Time for you to have an eternal nap, child... she thought, as her stomach filled up with carbon monoxide and acrid smoke, removing Fiona's oxygen by more than 70% before the dragon stooped, too woozy to continue. She grumbled and roared, furling her wings and decided to trudge through the forest to the lair instead; not wanting to fall out of the sky...

Fiona Hillcloud wrote:

Tesselth wrote:Tess was continuing towards her lair when her eyes bulged and she curled over in the air. She could feel sharp pains from her stomach, and at the same time, aggressive screams coming from the woman. "Damned wretch, should have snapped you in half before I ate you..." She snarled and did something rather unorthodox to quell her tiny attacker. She landed, not too far from the fallen blade, and crashed on all fours into the forest. She exhaled and inhaled, her mouth filling with flames that quickly died out, becoming smoke and then sucked it down. The large dragon teared up and wheezed, feeling light headed as she swallowed the dark, choking smoke. Time for you to have an eternal nap, child... she thought, as her stomach filled up with carbon monoxide and acrid smoke, removing Fiona's oxygen by more than 70% before the dragon stooped, too woozy to continue. She grumbled and roared, furling her wings and decided to trudge through the forest to the lair instead; not wanting to fall out of the sky...

Fiona thought she was doing well, feeling warm blood run down her arms when the sphincter opened and she was thrown back by incredibly hot air. The air was thick, and made her choke and wheeze; her eyes tearing up and cracking red. "Gods..." she coughed, getting low, though that meant diving deeper into the acidic pool. Smoke filled up the stomach quickly, and she dropped her weapons, grasping her neck. She felt light headed, wheezing terribly and her vision though hampered already got worse. "N-no...." she coughed, feeling a headache rolling in. She fell back, breasts bobbing above the pool with a splash and twitched. "I'm....going to die after all..." she thought, closing her eyes, her hair drifting around her....

Korwa wrote:Korwa was sitting in one of the high trees limbs, legs hanging over the edge, while her long dress curled under her butt and draped over along the back of her calves, one sexy leg crossed over the other. She hummed an old Galiavan tune, and continued to draw up a new design for a dress when her ears stiffened tall, and turned to the sound of something large crashing and complaining. Blinking her large, beautiful dark blue eyes, she turned to the direction of the noise. A large dragon had landed, quite some distance from where she sat, and seemed to wobble as it walked in a deliberate direction heading southward towards Gods Steppe. "So, this is what that beast looks like...I've heard the stories, but never actually figured I'd see her. Best keep my distance, wouldn't want to become the beasts next meal. I don't like the idea of becoming dragon poo..." she thought, flipping the page of her book, and began to instead sketch Tess's likeness onto the page. She could pass it off to the next trader she saw, though she didn't need money. Her breasts bounced as she twisted her lithe frame, her narrow eyes glancing at it's direction and continued to draw the magnificent creature's form.

Tesselth wrote:

Fiona Hillcloud wrote:

Tesselth wrote:Tess was continuing towards her lair when her eyes bulged and she curled over in the air. She could feel sharp pains from her stomach, and at the same time, aggressive screams coming from the woman. "Damned wretch, should have snapped you in half before I ate you..." She snarled and did something rather unorthodox to quell her tiny attacker. She landed, not too far from the fallen blade, and crashed on all fours into the forest. She exhaled and inhaled, her mouth filling with flames that quickly died out, becoming smoke and then sucked it down. The large dragon teared up and wheezed, feeling light headed as she swallowed the dark, choking smoke. Time for you to have an eternal nap, child... she thought, as her stomach filled up with carbon monoxide and acrid smoke, removing Fiona's oxygen by more than 70% before the dragon stooped, too woozy to continue. She grumbled and roared, furling her wings and decided to trudge through the forest to the lair instead; not wanting to fall out of the sky...

Fiona thought she was doing well, feeling warm blood run down her arms when the sphincter opened and she was thrown back by incredibly hot air. The air was thick, and made her choke and wheeze; her eyes tearing up and cracking red. "Gods..." she coughed, getting low, though that meant diving deeper into the acidic pool. Smoke filled up the stomach quickly, and she dropped her weapons, grasping her neck. She felt light headed, wheezing terribly and her vision though hampered already got worse. "N-no...." she coughed, feeling a headache rolling in. She fell back, breasts bobbing above the pool with a splash and twitched. "I'm....going to die after all..." she thought, closing her eyes, her hair drifting around her....

Rather quickly, the pain in Tess' stomach relaxed, and she could breath a deep sigh of relief. The girl was indeed a worthy meal, and despite her appearance put up a decent struggle. Her nutrients would provide Tesselth with excellent energy, despite her size. She supposed she could eat more, and she could definitely smell something delicious on the wind:

Korwa wrote:Korwa was sitting in one of the high trees limbs, legs hanging over the edge, while her long dress curled under her butt and draped over along the back of her calves, one sexy leg crossed over the other. She hummed an old Galiavan tune, and continued to draw up a new design for a dress when her ears stiffened tall, and turned to the sound of something large crashing and complaining. Blinking her large, beautiful dark blue eyes, she turned to the direction of the noise. A large dragon had landed, quite some distance from where she sat, and seemed to wobble as it walked in a deliberate direction heading southward towards Gods Steppe. "So, this is what that beast looks like...I've heard the stories, but never actually figured I'd see her. Best keep my distance, wouldn't want to become the beasts next meal. I don't like the idea of becoming dragon poo..." she thought, flipping the page of her book, and began to instead sketch Tess's likeness onto the page. She could pass it off to the next trader she saw, though she didn't need money. Her breasts bounced as she twisted her lithe frame, her narrow eyes glancing at it's direction and continued to draw the magnificent creature's form.

Tesselth turned towards the direction of the scent, sniffing. Hmm...perhaps later. She decided after some debate. She'd like to sleep for a little while so she could rest her belly and wings for the travel across the ocean. Tess then continued to walk the slow and lumbering walk back home.

[To Tesselth's lair]

T.O.M. wrote:A crimson streak lit up the stormy sky, like a fireball. As the streak touched down into the Kilwood forest, the ground shook and became alight with flame before everything settled once again.

At the center of a smoldering crater, a space suit covered in soot and ash, lay near motionless. The occupant, however, was still breathing, albeit shallowly, their visor obscuring their face.

Virgil Brightblade wrote:The unkempt man lays his back upon the thick trunk of a tree, eyes closed and arms folded across his broad chest. His 'partner' lays beside him. She's been through the thickest of engagements with him, and thanks to her escaped from an early death on more than one occasion. Her thick blade was inscribed with runic symbols, a blade that could cleave a dragon in half if one had enough power behind her. Though he gave her no name, he always referred to the blade as 'her' for some reason. She shined brightly in the rays of the sun cascading through the underbrush. The other mercenaries hired by the village were gathering in this clearing as well. Dragons, monsters, explosions. It was his first time back in his homeland since his birth, and Virgil Brightblade was here on duty. He didn't even venture to Cretu, where his parents had been raised and their parents before them and so on. Instead, they took the route from Mythgarde to the North, since it was closer to where the company he was currently with had been salvaging ancient Teronian ruins off the Scardian Coast.

He sighed, finding it hard to sleep with the mercs in the camp being rowdy. They had found a bloody knife, likely belonging to the Jarrod Greywatch's mistress. While the young man was in intensive care back in the aforementioned Crown City of Cretu, his lover, one Fiona Hillcloud was digesting in the monster's belly. They were sure she was dead by now, given it had been a couple days since the incident. They weren't sure if Jarrod would make it, with science and magic just barely keeping him stable. As it were, the village feared they would be attacked by the Dragoness of the Steppe.

He decided to remain quiet till someone ordered him to do something. They were a small band of warriors, but the Village Chief said he was hiring a few other sell swords to swell their numbers a little more.  

Daphenia wrote:Daphenia was curled up under the shade of a tree, yawning as she took a moment to bask. She was sent by that smiling bastard to look for scattered members of the 12 Swords of Beijio or Hiiten... she wasn't really sure what made the difference, even if they were former members, she had to find them and make them vanish. The thought made her empty stomach growl, as she had the perfect hiding spot to put them, but... breakfast would have to come first she supposed. She stretched her arms wide and began to slither onto the grassy earth, when her great sense of smell picked up something... appetizing on the wind. "*sniff sniff...*Ooo, Beijionese cuisine~" She licked her lips. "Delightful~"

Daphenia followed the scent swiftly and silently, before coming to the clearing. Out in the open field of high grass stood a woman crouching over something. She was busty, black haired and... lacking an arm. This made Daphenia alert, for one of the 12 was indeed... lacking an arm. The very one she was told would be in Scardia...

She grinned. How fortunate for her, she'd be literally killing two birds with one stone. She began to advance upon her target, unsheathing her dagger as she used the high grass as cover... silently slithering up to the woman from behind. As she began to rise, she bit onto the dagger's blade, allowing her paralytic venom to drift down the notches cut purposely into the blade to hold the Apophi venom...