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"Welcome to The Vore House, where safety is paramount and satisfaction is guaranteed!" Zean read aloud to himself from the plaque next to the massive front doors to the Vore House Manor. Farther down there was a bit more information. "All interactions between predators, prey, and anything in between are safe and fully consensual; we pride ourselves on fostering an environment that is fun, sensual, and inclusive while also being adventurous and exciting. See inside for more details!"

Seemed simple enough. Zean had been hearing about this place for a while but never really felt the need to pay it a visit until he was convinced by a couple friends of his, princess Talba Ebonoldty and her mate Prince Vaulix Arraidama of Arrenthen. They were the next in line to be the leaders of Zean's homeland, and despite their royal lineage they were both very sociable people who interacted with their people like friends as opposed to lesser citizens. It made them approachable and Zean was by no means shy about that sort of thing.

Their budding friendship started casually enough, with the princess enjoying a meal with Zean one day at a restaurant and him not sure of her status. He knew what she looked like, but didn't expect her to just sit down at a table with him and start talking. She flirted, he flirted back like it wasn't a big deal, and then Vaulix came to join them and he put the pieces together. Zean assumed he was in trouble and tried to apologize for getting too casual with the princess, but the pair of them said it was fine and not to worry. They spent the afternoon together, and exchanged numbers before they headed home.

Over the next year or so, Talba and Vaulix would hit up Zean any time they were in town, be it for business and pleasure. They made sure to bring some coin for his troubles since they said they'd rather rest in privacy than at an inn or motel. Zean was happy to oblige, and as a reward they not only paid him for his hospitality but continued to flirt with him! Both of them! Talba and Vaulix both flirted with him for months with him casually rebuffing their advances; he thought it was a test or something silly like that. It wasn't until they sat him down one day and asked if he wanted to join them in the guest room, since Talba was in heat and had been fantasizing about him every time they came to visit.

This shocked the gryphon at first. He was apparently oblivious to this attraction because he didn't even consider the idea that they'd be open to that sort of thing. As a matter of respect, he didn't want to give himself the wrong idea so he tried his best to be realistic about his friendship and potential relationship with the pair of them, choosing to be courteous and hospitable without being flirty.

As it turned out, they'd both been waiting for him to make a move for months but didn't want to give the impression that they, as heirs to the throne, were making demands of him and thus wanted Zean to initiate any form of intimacy. He was too polite to do that, so they had to lay out their lewd intentions and it paid off. The second half of that year was filled with a dozen or more encounters between the three of them that got kinkier and kinkier with each visit.

This escalation of fetish material culminated one day when she arrived looking pregnant. He assumed she was egg-laden - as many female avians can be - but she insisted it was fine and that they were still in the clear to have some fun. So they did, and it turned out she was not egg-laden but pregnant with a fully grown owl curled up in her womb! She had apparently been fisted by this bloke, only to have Vaulix come up behind him and use his cock to stuff the owl in as deep as he could go, resulting in him curling up in her womb and remaining there for the duration of their trip to Zean's.

What they didn't know was that Zean was just as into that as they were, and when he was knot-deep in Talba he used his own cock to suck the owl out, resulting in a back-and-forth fight between them to see who got to keep the little owl drake. Talba won in the end, but it did lead to a few discussions about the sort of things Zean was into, resulting in them recommending him The Vore House of Klyneth.

Zean liked a lot of different forms of endosomatophilia - the kink revolving around either being completely inside someone else or having them completely inside him - but cock vore was the best. He preferred to be the one holding friends in his balls for lengthy periods of time, having them slosh about in his orbs, the warmth and comfort of it urging them to add to the creamy mess that they bathed in.

So, after they left, Zean chose to pursue what they'd suggested and flew west to arrive in Klyneth, where one of his first stops was at the massive front gates of The Vore House of Klyneth. He was actually shocked at how busy the place was for what he assumed to be a pretty nice desire. Despite it being north of town and partially hidden in a thickly forested valley away from the major highways and trade routes, there were dozens of others coming and going, passing him through the doors while he read from the plaque.

He expected it to be some tiny little establishment without much in terms of activity or public-facing exposure but he was wrong. Klyneth was a hotbed of exploration and progressive self discovery, which meant that pretty much any kink he could think of could be enjoyed safely and reliably. This was a pretty significant situation for Zean, who had a very creative and devious mind.

Zean couldn't help but think that maybe he needed to move to Klyneth, if it meant he got to indulge himself more readily and without having to keep most of his kinks to himself. In Arrenthen, he didn't even confide in Talba and Vaulix that he was into cock vore until his member found itself wrapped around someone that had already been unbirthed by her and was ready to come back out.

Things just worked out in his favour! And he certainly wasn't complaining. Now confident in his kinks - not to say he wasn't before, he was just respectful enough to not show them off in public or with random strangers - he arrived at The Vore House and read the welcome plaque before opening up the twin doors and being met by his people. Dozens of them of all species and forms and sizes.

Inside was a massive front hall, a castle ballroom with two layers, a ground level and balconies lining the second floor so high even he couldn't reach them despite being about four and a half meters tall. Off to the left was a welcoming concierge desk with a cute little finned amphibian playing on a computer while the rest of the front hall was filled with dozens of people in groups of three or four, chatting excitedly and staring at him as he entered.

He was massive compared to most of them, with most people only coming up to his waist and some barely cresting his knee height. In an effort to be polite and welcoming, he offered a friendly salute matched by a ruffling of his lavender neck feathers. He greeted each person who was staring at him, right up until one fellow, a skinny orange and yellow dragon, peeked up his loincloth to see what he had for equipment. They could tell what he was here for, especially with a bulge like his.

Zean politely brushed the little guy away and knelt down in front of the concierge desk, where the frilled lizard looked up with a grin. His scales flourished from green to blue to red and settled on an aqua and teal combo with black for each of his fin spines.

"Oh, welcome to The Vore House! I'd ask pred or prey but I really do think that's obvious. Actually, it's not that obvious, big fellas such as yourself can be prey, too!" The attendant chirped, their voice decidedly androgynous; Zean couldn't tell if they were male or female and didn't want to ask.

With a beak-gaping grin, Zean huffed and nodded. "Well, yeah I'm definitely more on the pred side of things, I think. Some friends of mine referred me to this place, and I'm curious to know more! How do I get to be a predator here?"

"Oh, that's simple! You just toss us a few coins, we give you a potion, and make you wait here for an hour or so for its effects to take hold. That is, assuming you are here to visit The Wilds."

He had lightly skimmed a brochure and had vague understanding of what was offered but insisted on hearing it from them. "The wilds? Do tell me more. I admit I didn't investigate much further after reading 'vore brothel'. What's the alternative, too?" Zean inquired, now genuinely curious. He was still on his knee and others were still staring at him. It wasn't until he noticed that people were staring at him and that his position mixed with his angle made a clear silhouette of his balls dangling between his legs. Part of him wanted to cover up, the rest of him was happy to show off. If that's what he was here for and since this was a sex-positive, adults-only establishment, it made sense to tease a bit.

The attendant reached under his desk to grab a brochure, sliding it across the top towards Zean. It was the same brochure he read before. "All the details are in here. However, the simple version is that The Vore House Wilds is a huge safari zone with theme park attractions; it encapsulates fields, forests, mountains, wetlands, and everything in between, giving our guests the ability to either make their own vore-themed adventure or get caught up in events we plan every week. Last week, one of our events was the Temple of the Serpent. Our naga was in the temple-" He opened up the brochure to the map to point towards the southern mountains, more specifically the image of a first-era temple in the middle of the jungle. "And we do 'sacrifices' to him every hour. Guests may be chosen and get a full tour of his belly from maw to tail."

"Sounds like fun for prey, what can predators do?" Zean asked, ears up and eyes wide.

"Anything they want, really! Prey can explore until they're apprehended by a predator - be that one of our people or other guests - or they can seek out events like the Temple of the Serpent!"

He was intrigued, but had questions. "And how do you ensure guest predators aren't nasty to the guest prey? I mean, couldn't someone with bad intentions step foot in here and be mean? Can you guarantee safety and happiness to all those who visit?" Zean wasn't trying to be rude, it was a hypothetical that cropped up in the back of his mind that he felt compelled to ask about.

"Interesting you should ask! The solution is twofold, actually. First, we-"

The attendant was interrupted before he could start his explanation by a voice coming from the second floor balcony. It was a bright green snake with yellow belly scales and a mix of blue and red markings along their back. A naga with powerful looking arms that had to be at least twenty meters long. Instinctively, Zean sized them up and assumed he'd fit in their belly if they tried hard enough.

"We don't let anyone through these gates that has ill intent." The naga spoke. Their voice was also androgynous and Zean couldn't quite determine gender based on that. He could have assumed male due to the lack of breasts on the naga and the frilled amphibian at the concierge desk, but that didn't mean anything on saurossins. Reptilian kind. Dragon types.

Zean stood up to get closer to this snake, who was now slithering over the railing of the balcony and was slowly drooping down so they were at his eye level. "I'm glad to hear it! I wasn't being rude or anything, just curious!"

The snake's face went from stoic and intense without any softness to a broad grin that exposed the glisten of their maw flesh. "Oh, we know! Come on Zean, we've been waiting for you!" The snake then reached a hand out for a shake, confusing him.

"How do you know my name? I've not given it!" He answered, but still slowly took the naga's hand and gave it a shake.

"Talba told us she'd recommended you to us. The name's Leera. I co-own the place." She said as she shook Zean's talon. The name rang a bell, as Talba had in fact discussed Leera with Zean in their trysts, only Leera was described as an earthy, chocolate brown naga with patterns of gold and cream. That was not at all what this bright green and red and blue and yellow snake looked like. Perhaps there was a colour and pattern shifting element like there was with the amphibian attendant.

Zean shook her hand, and she extended more of her body out to land on the ground next to him, deliberately keeping four meters or so of her front erect so that she could remain at eye height with him. It was a little unnerving, as Zean was not used to others being at eye level, but he accepted it and followed her past the entrance to to down the hallway.

Leera seemed so chipper and happy to see him. "People like you are pretty rare." She started. "Believe it or not we get a whole lot more prey guests than predator. Most people want a nice, comfy belly or womb to curl up in. Relax, let someone else take control for a bit. Sometimes it's sexual, sometimes it's just comfortable. But when it comes to a predator and prey dichotomy, being prey is far more relaxing while being a predator takes all the work. The work is fun, but it's still work. Obviously when it comes to the intimate or more lewd side of what we do here, there will always be people interested in every role that needs to be filled, but big drakes like you, cocks of the flock, we like to call gryphons, are pretty rare. Huge, hungry, and equipped to the limit!"

In an attempt to be polite, Zean kept pave next to her slithering body and listened. A small part of him was a little apprehensive that she seemed to know him so well, but the rest of him just swelled in pride and dignity. His plumage stood on end and he held his beak high, half-cocking a grin as he listened to Leera, only interrupting when he saw a break in her speech. "Well, I suppose if you were expecting me I can't help but ask what you heard about me."

"Oh, you adorable beastie. Only the good stuff, don't worry about that. I was told that you were a lavender and violet dream, a generous partner, and a hungry beast of a drake. You know, the full three-course feast here at the Vore House. She called us up after she sent you on your way and simply said to look out for you. That you'd make for a truly astounding special guest attraction."

His ears perked up, his eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his lower beak. "Special guest attraction? I was not informed of this possibility. Go on."

Well as Theodit told you, we host events in The Wilds, thematically every week based on the season and the region. Sometimes we have nice warm-bellied dragons patrolling the snowy plateau, letting wayward, cold prey find a nice warm place rather than get frostbitten. Sometimes spelunkers will just find themselves in a squishy dragon cave. Sometimes-"

"Wait, frostbite?"

"All part of the roleplay. Helping people live out fantasies is a huge part of what we do here, hence why we have the disclaimer that all activities are consensual and safe. If you're out looking to slay a dragon and get eaten, then so be it! It's all part of the organically developed adventure. You more or less have to experience it for yourself but that's the basic concept of it all. Go out into the Wilds, and see what sort of adventure happens! As for the safety measures, we do have the two tiered safety measures. The first is a surface level psychic. Basically, we hired a couple of powerful mind readers to hang out in the front hall and make sure they don't feel any sinister vibes." She waggled her fingers like she was casting a spell on him, air-slithering her neck at the same time for emphasis.

Zean nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. Anyone uncomfortable with having their minds read?"

"It's more about empathetic sensing than mind reading. No direct thoughts or goals or memories when a simple scan for sinister intent is needed. We don't let anyone past the gates if we feel there's even a small chance that they don't intend to play along. Fortunately only ever had to escort a handful of people away and we've so far had no incidents within The Wilds."

"And what about the second safety precaution?"

"It's enchanted right into the potions themselves. We have a safe word we use, and if it's spoken anyone with the potion in their bodies is forced to regurgitate and back off. We'll be sure to tell you the safe word when you drink the potion. Until then, we'll keep it for now. Just in case. Or actually, no point in holding back. The word is Boomwakkadoo. Really hard to fake, full of emphasis syllables, easy to spit out if you're being constricted. Honestly, due to the way things work you basically just need to think the word and the psychic energy will trigger the effect. Still working on that part of it."

Zean nodded, internally complimenting their forethough. "Good to hear, but I don't think I need any potions to be a predator." Zean said as he held his chest out and stood tall, a grin across his beak. "I can do that without help."

Leera shook her head. "Not here you don't. I'm sure you're fine on your own turf, but here we gotta go by some pretty strict rules. We specialize in a very unique fetish here. Without our safety measures it's a potentially dangerous thing to indulge. We concocted our potions, we enacted our rules, and we so far have a perfect record. We'd like to keep it that way. My psychics tell me you're sincere and legitimate - they scanned you moments before we met - but rules are rules. I hope you understand." She kept guiding him through the halls, eventually stopping out front of a rather large castle-like door that had a plaque reading 'the jungle room'.

He simply nodded in agreement. "I understand. I would be fine, but if that's what you gotta do, that's what you gotta do. So why'd we stop here? I thought The Wilds were a huge safari zone theme park combo." He then paused and thought it over. "Then again this fits the Vore Brothel theme better."

She hoisted up the latch on the door and pulled it open, showing the densely packed jungle scene inside. There was a rock cliff on one side, a hot spring pool in the middle, and a combination of thick ferns and tropical trees. All in all, the room seemed far larger on the inside than it could possibly have been based on what he saw on the outside. There was no way that was actually there, as the room appeared to be bigger inside than the Manor in its entirety; in fact, the way the back wall seemed to extend outward and the ceiling revealed a sort of skylight, it felt like he was outdoors! "This is the jungle room! We have to have you audition to be a special guest attraction if you want to do that!"

Zean blinked as he stepped into the room. As he made it through the doorway, the air turned humid and hot, like he'd stepped into another world. The moisture soaked into his feathers and wings, making him instinctively shake them off and self preen before glancing back to Leera. "Is this a portal or something? Where am I?"

"Oh, skies above no. We've not figured out portal technology yet. That's ademane-infused paint to make an illusory wall. The ceiling, back, and side walls are all given an enchantment to make it look and feel far bigger than it is. The room is no larger than a mid-sized auditorium, it just looks like it's the size of a stadium. If you get too close to the edge you'll get a sudden perspective switch and you'll be able to see how close you really are. Generally speaking, it's to allow you to live your fantasy without having to expose yourself to the uncertainty of The Wilds. Not everyone wants to wing it and just let vorey adventures happen. Some people have very specific things in mind and don't want to risk outside interference. For you, I've prepared a partner for you, to see how you deal with it."

"I didn't know I was auditioning for a position." He confessed, then squinted at the back walls. Even his keen eagle eyes couldn't discern the illusion. "But it sounds like fun."

Leera laughed and slid to the side revealing a smaller, bipedal snake gal with cream and orange coloured scales and pale, tangerine eyes. She was a bit smaller than the average biped, her head only coming up to somewhere around his mid-thighs even with an elongated neck. "It's less an audition and more like us seeing how you are with your partners so we can create an event around you. This here is Cynabelle. She will be your partner for the evening. Don't worry, she's...well, you'll see." She then handed the tiny snake girl two vials that she'd been holding tight in her hand, then slipped out of the room while shutting the door behind her. This made the door look like it merged into the wall and then morphed into a wall of rock with a single glowing teal dot where the handle was. Clever.

But now Zean was left alone with someone he'd never met before, someone he was told was prey and was going to be working with the gryphon drake to test him. His mind ran wild with devious intent but he held back and let her do her introductions before he made a move. Although the fact that she was completely nude definitely made him think twice about being reserved. A hint, perhaps?

Cynabelle then started walking towards him, her hips swaying with every step and her long tail swishing back and forth in the dirt and underbrush. She had a look of steely determination on her face as she rolled the two vials of potion between her fingers. She had a peculiar body, with a long neck that was easily a quarter of her total height, a slim body without breasts, wide hips, and a tail that was as thick as her torso and probably twice as long as the rest of her body, combined. Her underside from chin to tail was an eggshell cream colour, while the back was a peachy mix of oranges that got highlighted under the light that shone through the ferns of the jungle room. She then tossed one of the two vials over to Zean. "Here, drink this and we'll talk."

He snatched it out of midair and popped the top with his thumb claw before eagerly downing it and then tossing the empty vial back to Cynabelle since he didn't know where else to put it. "Okay, what's next?" He remained standing tall, towering over the petite and lithe snake gal.

She downed her own potion, then comically jogged back to the door where she seemed to put them in a slot. Once that was done she hustled back to where she was and continued her conversation like she didn't just comically break character. "That's up to you, hot stuff. Big boy. Cock of the flock, as they like to say about big birds like you."

"Entirely up to me?" Zean grinned devilishly and got down onto all fours, kneeling down while crawling on his hands like a quadruped beast. "Because if that's the case I might get a little rough."

With him down on all fours like that, he was exactly at Cynabelle's face height or perhaps just a bit taller. She stepped up to him, cradled his lower beak with a finger and a thumb, and hissed seductively at him. "Well, that's what we want to see, isn't it? Don't worry, I can handle anything you dish out. Inside and out. Any angle. I wanna see what makes you, you. What satisfies your hunger? If you hit a limit I'll say the magic word. In the mean time, show me what you've got."

The default instinct was for Zean to just lunge forward and wrap his beak around her, slurping her up like a noodle right then and there. However, he was being tested to see how he acted and what he enjoyed doing so he instead decided to be a bit more coy and sensual with his predatory behaviour. They had made it clear that their goal was sensuality and he needed to show he was fun as well as ravenous. Couldn't just get to the climax without any culinary foreplay.

He leaned in, wrapping his neck around her body so that she got lost in his mane plumage, growling deeply so his pinions tickled her every scale. A deep clicking growl emanated from his throat, teasing her further and displaying just how dominant he could be.

She shivered against him, nuzzling back and flicking her tongue to tickle him behind the ear. "Perfect. I can already tell you're going to be fun. But I'm not going to make it easy for you." Without further warning, she ducked under his chest, scurried around, and leapt up over his flank to grab the base of his wing and slither up between his shoulders, coiling around him with surprising strength to keep him from flapping. She even bit down on his wing base, drooling all over his feathers.

Zean was taken by surprise, not expecting this at all. Not only was he not anticipating her to run, but he certainly wouldn't have assumed that level of strength from her. At her thickest part she was no bigger around than his wrist and yet she coiled his wings like metal bars! To combat her, he pumped his wings down and got to a squatting position while he twisted his neck around and grabbed her by the midsection. While she clung to his wings with her tail and arms, he was able to yank her away and toss her down to the ground, pinning her on her back with one talon over her chest. He snarled at her, beak somewhat agape as drool seeped out the end to soak her chest and neck.

"There we are. That's more like what I expected!" She cheered him on, then reached out with her long neck to boop him on the beak using her own snout, flicking her tongue at him before worming and wiggling out from under his grip. She was so small and wiry that the much larger drake had a difficult time keeping her under control. She even went so far as to do some parkour moves off nearby rocks and tree trunks before he was able to snatch her out of midair and wrap his hand around her.

Zean was firm, but not cruel. He needed to keep her under control without hurting her. He kept her at eye height, his pupils dilating to focus on her every move. She kept wiggling in his hand, nearly slipping out a few times before he squeezed tighter. It was impressive how hard she was to keep under control, considering she wasn't even slick with lubricant or anything. Some saliva, sure, but nothing more explicitly lewd or lascivious.

After writhing about, lashing, and even biting his hand, she stopped for a moment to lean in and whisper in his ear. "You know, this sort of thing can be sexy, too. If you need to hear it, you can use me for your pleasure before you satisfy your hunger."

Zean paused and blinked a bit. "Wait, that's okay, too? I didn't want to impose." He was out of character for a second but had to make sure he heard that right. He was dominant; that didn't mean he was impolite or mean.

"Oh yeah, I told you anything goes. No limits. If I have a problem I'll let you know. Sorry to halt the mood, just wanted to let you know what I meant when I said that." Her long tail uncoiled under the base of his fist and teased his loincloth, tugging the ends of it to tickle the fur of his sheath. "This is a scene, darling. Play it up a bit. Be your most feral self if you need to be. Just have fun with it! Trust me, preds are a lot more fun when they really get into what they're doing; safety first but there's no reason you can't also have a lot of fun with it."

This pleased Zean, who had been mostly holding back out of respect. With a snarl and a click of his beak, he allowed himself to descend into a more primal state of mind. Most of the time he was cordial and polite, only allowing his bestial lust to get the better of him with partners he knew and trusted. People who likewise trusted him. A good person, but one with a lot of untapped potential when it came to aggressive courtship. Talba knew that better than most but he didn't expect that same duribility to carry over to a place like the Vore House with a tiny partner like Cynabelle.

Knowing anything was fair game as long as it was all part of a roleplay helped him let loose and get more intense with her. She may have been small, but she assured him she was durable. If he knew one thing about snakes it was that they were very durable both inside and out. Especially inside.

The shift in his gaze told her that she was in for an intensely passionate time. There was no pause in him before he spun around and pinned her to the ground, chest first while he put most of his weight on her shoulders. Her tiny shoulders; so small she nearly disappeared beneath his massive golden-yellow talons. She twisted around to stick her tongue out at him, while her long sinewy tail wrapped around his wrist and forearm, resisting him playfully.

It was then that he noticed a unique bit of anatomy on her that drew him from his primal role for a second as he twisted his wrist and got a look at her slits.

Plural. Two slits. One between her legs where her tail met her torso, vertical like most bipeds, and a second near the end of her tail that was horizontal like most feral snakes. Part of him just wanted to play with her while the other was curious and wanted to know more. His expression shifted as he asked, "Hey, what's up with that? DO you have two pussies?"

She uncoiled her tail from his wrist and hugged the segment of it with her opening. "Kinda! Two entrances to the same womb. Pussy between the legs, cloaca at the base of the actual tail. Most of my 'tail' is actually the lower half of my torso. Cero, Anax and I have some strange snake anatomy." She went from being helpful and informative to sultry and flirty between sentences. "And my body stretches as far as it needs to, if you know what I mean. Nearly limitless potential."

Just like her shift back to flirty prey, Zean's pupils dilated again as he reverted back to his predatory behaviour. He didn't speak further, he didn't feel the need to do so as it betrayed the dominance this part of him could display and he got the information he needed from her. Instead, he kept her pinned down and peeled off his loin cloth, tossing it to the side to reveal his meaty sheath with his purple cock tip poking out and low-hanging balls that swung beneath him with every motion.

Cynabelle got one look at him and shuddered in a single wave, eagerly anticipating what came next. She not only relaxed her tail's constriction around her wrist but also angled herself just right so that he had no questions about what to do next.

He was wasting no time at all. Not only was she enticing him in all the right ways but he could see that her slits were both oozing a thick lubricating slime down her belly scales. His cock slowly grew, emerging from his sheath before the heft of his shaft flesh made his length swing down and slap against his nuts. He grinned and snarled, still pinning her down as he slid forward on his knees so that his cock tip was hovering just above her feet and the end of her tail.

She was watching the whole time, her tail flicking in anticipation and her body writhing halfheartedly against his palms. She was waiting for this, and the moment he got close enough she reverse-slithered her tail back so that its tip was teasing the edge of his urethral ridge. Not only did she manage to slip her tail tip into his cock tip, but she swiftly slithered herself in deep, worming her tendril-like tail halfway down his member's length while the dip anchored itself in deep to tug more.

While he was no stranger to using that part of his anatomy to gulp down friends, this still took him by surprise. His sudden hesitation was enough to give her freedom to wriggle out from under his palms. Only, rather than bolt away like before, she slithered around his wrist and bounded up onto his shaft, tail never leaving his urethral passage the whole while. She ended up wrapping her arms around the base of his knot and wrapping her legs around his girth, tail anchored in his cock for leverage.

The pressure around the base of his knot, where his cock met sheath, made his knot lobes begin to swell, the pressure of them forcing her arms to part and each of the stiffening pillows press to her neck and cradle her chest. He actually had to pry her off to ensure her firm hug didn't get him too aroused too intensely for fear of getting hard and not swelling inside. Zean had no intention of getting this done and over with too quickly. No fun in that. Plus, he still needed to test her claims of having a limitless slit. Given their size difference he would have no problems whatsoever testing that theory.

Once again he pinned her to the ground, this time on her back so she could stare up at him. He kept her there as she came to rest her chin on his wrist, smiling up at him while her tail tip continued to slither in place in his cock hole, the wavelike motions teasing out a steady flow of precum from his depths that drooled out and soaked her ventral scales.

Zean quickly took advantage of this, even though it proved to be a bit of a challenge. First, he pulled her tail out of his cock, showing that it was soaked in precum and other natural lubricants. Once she was entirely out of him, he kept Cynabelle pinned down with one hand while using his other hand to grab her tail near her cloaca and force his thumb into her, all while flexing his loins so that his cock angled itself just right. The difficulty of this was that she kept squirming and coiling her tail, tugging and pushing to make it has hard for him to get control of as possible.

The lubricant all over her body, completely coating her tail and splashed all over her lower half, made it very difficult to keep her under any sort of control. She kept writing and resisting, her lithe body nearly escaping his grasp with each wormy contortion. However, it also meant that she was fully lubed up, ensuring her ventral opening at the end of her tail gave little to no resistance as he rammed his thumb into her, parting her scales and sliding deep into her silken depths.

Now, Zean had been with many partners in his time. Almost all of them avian, equine, or dragon with a bit of mammals on the side. He'd never been with a snake before and he was immediately shocked at just how incredibly tight she as able to squeeze around his thumb. What they said was true, she was all muscle and when she clenched her loins it nearly forced him out and for a second even made him lose bloodflow to his talon. Her depths were sleek as opposed to rippled like many mammals and her walls were made of pure, fibrous muscle. That meant that every twitch, every angle, and every pulsation under her control was like an orgasmic eruption of constrictions and contractions.

It was almost too much for him. Even with him being so much bigger than her and clearly stronger overall, relative to her size she was a titan of strength and muscle control.

Which meant that there was no way Zean wasn't gonna force himself into her. She did directly ask for it, after all. He'd never force himself on someone that didn't want it, so this was an opportunity to test the limits of his own will and desires against someone so much smaller than him.

With his thumb still buried as deep as it would go, he bent the digit to form a clear bulge in her tail's length and used that as an anchor while prying her open as far as her ventral scales would allow. He could see the bright red of her insides, a vibrant cherry colour that had hints of mauve and violet accentuating the throbbing walls of her depths. The image made his loins throb and another blast of his essence leak all over her and his hands, soaking the snake's body from chest to toe.

A tiny bit of hesitation followed as he wondered if she was going to scramble to get away if he gave her a bit of leeway. He wasn't immediately sure how far she'd take the 'prey' roleplay going and when she'd settle into a state of mind that was more intimate. With some apprehension, he let go of her torso with his one hand to bring it down, trailing claws over her belly and between her legs so that his second palm could cradle her ventral opening and his other thumb could wiggle its way into her.

Fortunately she didn't try to escape. He had a pretty firm grip on her tail either way, with both thumbs in her to pry open her ventral scales from side to side, gaping her open and revealing just how easily she could stretch. The more pressure he put on her opening the more dilated it grew, the scales on her entire tail spreading apart to reveal the malleable pink flesh between them. Her skin expanded enough that he could see the violet of his thumbs through her, ever so subtly.

Since he wasn't sure if she was simply luring him into escaping again, he wasted no time with what came next. He leaned into her, his massive frame completely overshadowing hers, and used both thumbs to guide his tapered cock tip directly into her gaping pussy, dilating her even more as his head entered her with relative ease. He did have to pull both thumbs out to make room, and once he did he had to grab her tail tip with one hand and tug down while his other hand wrapped around her tail base to ensure she was descending at the right angle.

Then, the moment he felt his cock tip popping just beyond her ventral scales to burst inside her, he yanked on her tail tip and forced her entire length down upon him like he was applying a condom. Her tail, starting at her cloaca, slid over his entire shaft, taking on its form with all its ripples and ridges along the way. Her entire tail womb bulged out to five times its normal girth as her scales parted, her flesh extended, her hole dilated, and her entire pussy wrapped around him up to the top of his swelling knot. As he pulled her down, some of the air inside her escaped out her other pussy, a juicy noise that broke up the tension a bit before he continued.

Her muscled depths, despite being stretched so thin he could see the purple of his cock flesh in between her scales and through the pink of her walls, still squeezed so tight it nearly pushed him out. He had no choice but to wrap a hand around her tail's midsection and the bulge of his shaft, holding her in place while his other hand cradled his cock where her cloaca met his knot. He gripped her tail tip beyond her opening, used his finger and thumb to guide the side crooks of her cloaca, and wiggled her down until her flesh popped over one knot lobe and then the other, eventually coming to rest with her ventral opening squeezed tight between his knot and sheath.

This sudden lurch mixed with the distention in her tail that made her almost completely the same shape as his cock and knot quickly triggered something inside him. Her sleek insides were constricting him with more force than he thought possible, grinding against his flesh while also dilating to adjust with every slither-like movement. Every bit of this was immensely stimulating, but that didn't stop him from wrapping both hands around her tail and using her body to stroke his shaft like he was using her as a cock sleeve.

Zean started slow, tugging her down onto his member as his knot swelled and locked her in place even more completely, but then he sped up a bit as he noticed he could see each and every ridge passing underneath each of her scales, right up until his tapered tip reached the base of her tail and threatened to come out her other pussy. She was like a condom, almost, including the fact that the colour from his cock could faintly be seen through her extremely distended flesh. Only, the one thing that was even better was that her cute little tail tip was tickling his sheath and ballsack as he used her.

He grew increasingly vigorous, stroking his cock with intensity while she flexed her muscles to constrict around him. He knew how to stretch things out but he also knew when it was time to move on so he reared back, clenched his loins, and let out a war-howl of pleasure as he let his massive balls squeeze and force gallons of cum through his passage and into her.

Normally this would fill a partner up, bloat them, and even inflate their womb or bowels, but not Cynabelle. Her unique anatomy with one womb connected to two openings both between her legs and near the end of her tail meant that when he erupted into her, it made her tail swell for a second before gushing out her vaginal opening between her legs and absolutely cream-coating her from head to toe. Blast after blast of gryphon essence spewed out from her slit to get both of them messy beyond belief; so much thick gryphon cum clung to her scales that she nearly disappeared in it.

His knot throbbed, his balls pulsated, and she used every bit of her anatomy to caress every bit of his. Before long, his knot subsided just enough that she was able to clench and force it out with a pop, lurching her across the rocky jungle floor of the Vore House room.

By opening her mouth and gulping down she was able to swallow just enough of the seed to allow her to talk. But just as she opened her mouth to say something, Zean had already adjusted himself by pulling the rest of his cock out of her sloppy, saggy tail cunt and crawling over top of her on all fours. His cock tip draped between his hind legs and with one hip thrust and urethral dilation he was able to wrap his member around her entire face all the way down to her eyes! She tried to wipe the mess away but it was too late.

Zean wasted no time bucking down onto her, his length constricting in waves to create suction. It was the exact opposite of what she was doing when she clenched tight around his member and forced him out by relaxing her opening and constricting the rest. On the contrary, he clenched his tip shut around her jaws and expanded the rest of his length to create a suction she couldn't resist!

With each thrust and urethral wave of constrictions and dilations, Zean's cock literally sucked her in like a noodle. First her head, then all the way down her neck in two fluid motions. Getting over her shoulders was a bit harder but he was able to pop one in after the other following a handful of particularly strained cock-sucks.

Cynabelle flailed a bit, all of her limbs grasping and clawing at his cock in a display of resistance while also conveniently pausing every few motions to knead his balls or kick at the opening of his sheath to caress the base of his knot. She was playing hard to get while still actively encouraging him to continue. This was exactly what both of them wanted.

He leaned in a bit harder, lowering his groin and spreading his knees while his cock made for a leech-like grab and extension, where halfway down his shaft his member constricted to hold her in place while he relaxed his cock tip to dilate the opening. With a little help from her hands pretending to resist the rim of his urethra, his member was able to wrap itself around her shoulders and clamp down.

This time, when he did a wavelike cock-suction motion, some air got in between her arms and torso but it didn't matter and didn't give her any extra wiggle room. He'd swallowed past her shoulders and that was easily going to be the hardest part to overcome. Fortunately, his cock was as malleable as hers and had no problems keeping her snug and in place while it continued to siphon her up bit by bit, his urethral opening extending out and constricting a few scales down her body with each motion.

Zean was much larger than her, so while her head and neck formed a clear bulge in his shaft, she didn't leave as much of an impression between his cock ridges than he'd left in her tail womb. It was not the same situation, even though he was enjoying it just as much. The physical sensation of her thrashing about inside, pretending to struggle and worming her way gave him exactly the sort of inner pleasure he so desired. He couldn't help but grunt and growl, his throat resonating as his cock's gullet clenched tight around her.

Once he felt his head pinning her elbows down around her midsection he knew there would be no escape so he rolled over onto his side and then back, leaving her to flop around on his belly and smear all his cum all over his feathers and fur. Of course, this cum was quite viscous and only made it easier for his powerful member to suck her up even better with less friction.

But Zean didn't want to be passive and let his length do all the work. Even as it was clenching and sucking her down bit by bit, he felt the need to give it a bit of help by grabbing her by the legs and hips and stuffing her down just a little bit harder. Of course, with that part of her aimed right at him, covered in his essence, no less, he couldn't help but lean in and use his tongue to clean up as much as he could.

He was a gentleman drake, after all.

The gryphon held her in place, resisting the kicking of her legs as he used his tongue to lick her feet clean, make his way up each of her thighs to bury himself in her pussy to swallow as much of his own seed as he could, then slowly worked his way down her tail and give her cloaca the same treatment all while internally noting how strange it was that her appendage was back to its normal taut self even after being dilated to five times its girth by his knot.

Licking and stuffing in equal measure, it was only a matter of time before his cock tip gulped down past her hips, leaving only her thighs, tail, and hands sticking out of his member. Each of her limbs were flailing about, still pretending to struggle while her shoulders, neck, and upper body were twisting and grinding against his insides.

Her vigorous nature only proved to lubricate him further, as her every motion and every elbow-jab to his inner passage secreted more precum and natural fluids to coat the pair of them and fill in all the gaps, bits of it seeping out his opening to coat his head and moisten her right where her flesh met his. All in all, it didn't take much at all to continue stuffing her inside, especially once his bulging cock head lurched past her hips and swallowed up her hands.

The moment she felt her fingers pass through his flesh, she pulled her arms up and extended them out in all directions, creating hand prints along the underside of his shaft and kneading his knots from the inside. This of course only aroused him further and threatened to make his lobes swell and seal off his urethral passage from swallowing her further, but Zean was very good at self control and was able to keep that from happening.

At the same time, his massive twin orbs hung low onto the base of his tail, resting heavily between his thighs. They were swelling in preparation for their new guest, churning in anticipation of what was to come. Of course, they were quite hungry after having emptied themselves all over.

But at a certain point there wasn't much left to do on Zean's part. He had used his beak, tongue, and hands to stuff Cynabelle down his shaft, her body pressing out against his flesh and her many features creating distinct bulges along his length. Once her knees finally passed through his opening there wasn't much left to do but use her own slithering motions to actively help guide herself deeper.

Cynabelle extended her head forward into his urethral depths, pressed her arms and legs in tight against her body and tail, and slithered through his flesh like she was swimming through water. Her feet and tail tip disappeared into his violet abyss with a glorious squelch as his urethral opening sealed up in her wake, and the bulge of her body quickly disappeared into his abdomen and did a quick roundabout before finding her way into his balls.

The journey was not as straightforward as expected, as there was a loop through his lower gut and around his bowels before splitting into one of two spherical chambers. In addition, the pressure of her body pressing against the many glands along the way seemed to be hitting buttons that triggered a series of tasty eruptions from tiny little openings in his deep walls and right into her face. Some were rich in protein that kept her high on energy while others were slick, sweet, and salty to keep her lithe, scaled body well lubricated.

All the while Zean kept a hand wrapped around the base of his knot to manage the pressure deep in his loins, the grinding a constant tease that kept him near orgasm for the duration of her journey and in some cases on a pleasure plateau similar to an extended climax. But when she finally found her way deep enough and into the passage that led to his left orb, that pressure dissipated and he couldn't help but arch his hips, raise his groin, and spew all the accumulated mess she'd caressed out of him all over his chest while his passage squeezed and forced her to land heavily in his ballsack.

Her form danced and flipped inside before coming to rest in the fetal position, tail curled up to best accommodate his egg-shaped chamber best. She still pressed out, her feet and hands and the arch of her spine making defined bulges in his sack flesh all while engorging the girth of his left ball.

It was always the left that got satisfied first. This was no different.

Still, the moment her body made that final lurch into his orbs and her form splayed out, the pressure applied to his loins from within dissipated and he felt that sweet, sweet release that came with a proper rutting. His cock belched another mixture of fluids on his chest that all cascaded over his sides to soak into the dirt while all of his limbs collapsed. The last guttural cry of delight reverberated through his gullet, only to be cut off by the sound of a nearby door opening.

"Very good, very good!" Leera cheered him on as she slithered into the room, the illusion of the jungle cave wall broken as he could see into the hallway behind her. "That is exactly what I want to see, that is exactly what I want in my predators! And Cynnie, you okay?"

From inside Zean's ballsack, the bulge of a thumbs-up formed as she pressed out.

"Good, good. Come with, I'd be delighted to give you a little bit of an orientation for how we do things in the wilds. Now that I know you can be trusted and that you're just as into it as we are, I have no doubts. Not that I did before, but it's nice to see for myself just what sort of predators we have. Come, come. Follow me, don't worry about her, she'll be fine for a few hours." She snapped her fingers with a delighted giggle and slithered back out of the room, where she waited in the hall for Zean.

He blinked a few times, kneaded his nuts a bit to adjust Cynabelle inside, and happily did as requested, contentedly following Leera outside the jungle room and back into the Vore House Manor.

As it turned out, his time there was going to be far more eventful than he initially anticipated. He even got the impression that Leera was flirting with him, something he'd not be able to confirm yet.

Still, his subsequent orientation was quite fun in its own right as he took a tour through The Wilds, snake curled up in his balls. In all honesty he wanted to take Leera in there as well, even if she was big enough to swallow him. He wanted to test the limits of his body, but not today. Not yet. He did, however, love feeling Cynabelle comfortably squirming inside him for the whole duration of his orientation in The Wilds, only letting the snake out when helped by Leera serving as a womb deposit.

Leera was even stronger than Zean with a similar size to strength ratio of Cynabelle. It was no surprise her vent could practically suck the snake out of Zean's balls. A sad end to his day, to be sure, but a wonderful reminder of the company he kept while visiting and what sort of folks he'd be working with while he was a featured predator.

That weekend, after a bit of guidance and training in regards to the layout of the grounds and the details of the map - as well as a series of cheeky mishaps where Vore House employees kept finding themselves in the gryphon's nuts - Zean was ready to fulfil his role as the special guest attraction for The Vore House. He knew what region he was going to go in and what his personal story or quest would be. It was going to be fun and the prey visitors had no idea what they were getting into.

When the time came for Zean to show off his prowess, The Vore House was packed with potential prey. Or clients. Depending on how one viewed the situation. He had planned out a bit of a storyline much like a roleplaying dungeon master and went to hide in his designated spot where he got to wait for someone to trigger the first event.

Early that morning, the Vore House Manor was stuffed to the brim with hundreds of people who had gotten there early, had already taken the appropriate potions, and were just waiting for the effects to take hold. Many of them were in groups of friends or just mingling with others and making new friends. After all, at least part of this event revolved around the idea of forming parties and working together to find out what it was they needed to do in order to 'win'.

In this case, winning just involved a 'fateful' encounter with Zean, who would be hiding somewhere on the grounds and would happily prey upon anyone who found him. All who got a trip through the gryphon got entered into a draw for a one-of-a-kind vore-themed gemstone. An enchanted marble of ademane that was charged with the same effects of the vore potion but would last months. Basically it meant that anyone who licked it or swallowed it would be granted vore-powers of the highest order even outside of The Vore House. A very worthy option for those who wanted to try it without having to commute.

Such a weekend event brought forth plenty of different types that all not only wanted the prize but also just wanted to experience what The Vore House had to offer.

Ashgar was one of the latter. A mostly reserved bear-saurossin hybrid who had never actually visited The Vore House before but was curious about the kink and the community. He'd heard about it plenty but lived far away and couldn't justify a trip to Klyneth just to try this out. However, he managed some vacation time and decided to take a chance given the nature of the event; and as a bonus, if he won the prize he could take a little bit of the experience back home with him.

VelGahrus was another saurossin who was coming back for the first time in many seasons. At one point he actually owned The Nectar Squeeze, an orchard across the way that specialized in ademane fruits and flowers that could be used to give the vore potions better flavour without compromising potency. In time, though, life took him in another direction and he sold the orchard to Leera and Yetzer, giving him a lifetime pass and special VIP access. In all honesty, he didn't really need the prize but still liked to participate.

Zentha the oairan was a bird that had been commissioned by Leera and Yetzer some time before to help design and model clothing specifically designed for vore lovers that loved all the intensity and intimacy of the act but didn't want to be nude. Anyone could wear their clothes, while taking a trip down a gullet or up a tail hole, but most fabrics were abrasive and unpleasant to the predator. Zentha's contribution was to find fabric blends, infuse them with magic, and make it so that folks could enjoy vore without any of the exposure and all of the pleasure. While she had a working relationship with Leera and Yetzer, she was in it for the gemstone same as anyone else.

Fourth of the persons of interest was Fal, a fox who had been studying potions at the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic for quite a while and was mostly just curious about how the vore potions worked. He was mildly familiar with the naga duo of Cero and Anax, two of the potion workers who helped to create the potions that allowed vore for all, but he wanted to know more. As such, he was just as curious about the scientific properties of the gemstone as he was experiencing the potion effects first hand. And of course he was very interested in seeing what shenanigans would ensue.

All four of these blokes ended up forming a group near the concierge desk, where Theodit was preparing the sound system so that announcements could be made.

Once everything was ready, a tiny pygmy hippogryph gal named Kentanni who was sitting uponn the shoulders of a sleek ocelittle named Katsumi leapt up onto the desk and made an announcement while Katsumi leaned against the concierge desk. Both of them were occasional handlers and workers at The Vore House who had actually helped Zean set up and plan his event but were still going to participate because they really enjoyed the adventure elements that were involved.

Kentanni had a voice that carried well, while Katsumi wasn't the most verbal most of the time. As a result, the pygmy hippogryph was the one who took the mike and made herself known. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between and beyond! Predators and prey alike! The weekend event is about to begin! All of you have drank your vore potions and the effects should be taking any minute now. So, anyone ready to seek out the Cock of the Flock, Zean Lain, make your way to the courtyard! There, you can splinter off in parties and see who finds him first. There will be clues and hints and riddled scattered around to help you in your adventure. Beyond that, just have fun! Oh, and the usual Vore House Rules of anything goes applies. So prey, be on the lookout for your fellow predators!"

Once she was done, everyone did as commanded and made their way to the back doors, a huge pair that was tall enough for Zean to walk through, made of ebonwood and blood metal, a regal looking door if ever there was one. Outside, the manor itself wrapped around a traditional medieval-style castle courtyard with a huge drawbridge at the opposite end, one that was currently closed but would eventually form a bridge over a moat and let everyone into The Wilds.

There, the adventure would begin and the Special Guest Attraction would have his day in the sun. It was going to be a very interesting weekend for the party of four. It was going to be an even better weekend for Zean and the Vore House staff.