Having one's breasts washed in public by an aroused Vartan is a new experience for Unicora - going by the name Willow Embermane at the moment. She's the tiniest bit chilly, given her short and very wet fur and because she's mostly out of the water while sitting in Captain Janik's lap as he reaches around to lather up her front side. Lilitu sits nearby, getting her hair braided by a Kavi attendant.
Willow misses having toes. Toes mean you can twitch them as an outlet. But no, she has these stupid hooves that don't move at all. "I can bathe myself," she tells the Vartan as she looks over her shoulder.
"Having someone do it for you is nicer though," the Vartan claims. "Besides, I caused the mess that needed to be washed off," he insists, and gives the mare a playful squeeze.
Willow chuckles. "Well, I was a bit at fault there too," she points out. Her tailtip twitches all about as she adds, "And this is not quite how I envisioned discussing possible trade. I don't even know if your outfit is capable of handling dangerous routes."
"Well.. what do you consider dangerous?" the captain asks a bit cautiously, and works on lathering Willow's stomach.
"Storms, pirates, crazy monster attacks, that sort of thing," Willow says and rolls her right hand a bit while talking.
"We don't have monsters in these parts," Janik claims. "Storms and pirates, yes," he admits.
"Have many problems or experience with them?" Willow asks. "And you do not have monsters? I've heard stories about monsters in this very city."
"Well, Babel's monsters tend to stay in Babel," Janik notes as he lathers. "In Saskanar we've driven out the dangerous beasts, and the weather is nicer once you are out of the mountains. Pirates are a nuisance though." The big bird grumbles a bit, and Willow can feel it against her back. "We have orders not to fight the pirates. Ships and crew are more important than some coins."
"Eh? But doesn't not fighting them just encourage them?" Willow asks, "That seems a bit of a silly order. Who gave that?"
"The owners," Janik claims. "Our fleet is the only one that will deal with our current customers right now, and it was part of the contract. We're still trying new tricks though. The treasure gets larger with each trip, and the pirates shouldn't be expecting that."
"Your current customers are that bad?" Willow has to ask as she shifts a bit due to the lumpy lap. The lump, is well, what got her in this mess in the first place. "How big is your fleet?"
"Two ships," Janik says. "Our customer is cursed apparently, but not willing to give up yet. We just need some luck and trickery on our side." He waves to an attendant, and has a cushion brought over. He leans Willow forward to rest against it. "Time to work your back a bit," he says.
Willow leeaaans forward, which gives everyone nearby a good look at unicorn cleavage. "Cursed, eh? That sounds troublesome. Why does your owners keep the contract?" she asks.
"We're small, can't compete with the bigger fleets yet," Janik notes, and starts kneading Willow's rump now. "Same goes for our client. If we can win out against the raiders where the big guys failed, it'll be quite a coup. And we need the money too if we're going to expand."
Willow wiggles her rump a little, and even flicks her tail out of the way to show off what lies beneath. "But if the money keeps getting stolen, how is that going to ever work out?" Willow points out. "Now, if this were happening to my County, the ruler would just turn all the pirates into hogs."
"Can.. can you do that?" Janik asks. "I didn't think Sylvania used airships." He makes a playful grab at Willow's tail. "Our fee is guaranteed, but we get a bonus for making it back with the client's cash. The client was very desperate to maintain their trade contract with Babel."
"Me? No. The County ruler can, though. Many a Chevalier is now rooting in slop," Willow claims and shrugs a little. She bops the vartan with her tail a bit, adding, "Ah, well, how long can that last for them? Losing money constantly has to be an issue."
There's a bit of pressure, and then Janik slides himself into the unicorn from behind. "They keep raising their prices, but there will be a point when they won't be competitive anymore. And sometimes we get through with their money. Eventually though we'll have to fight the pirates. It's just a big risk."
Willow starts, arches her neck, and lets out a terribly undignified whinny! She wasn't expecting that! "Err ... who are these pirates anyway? Would they cause problems for any trade contracts with Sylvania?" she stammers out, trying to recover SOME dignity.
The whinny does get attention, especially now that the show has begun. "No idea, but they're mixed Saskanar and Babelite," Janik notes with a grunt as he leans over Willow's back and starts to rock his hips. "But they only go after our client's loot, same as they did when they were using the big trading group's ships. It seems.. personal."
"That seems ridiculous and short-sighted. Why not just go after everyone? Otherwise you just send an armada with each of your ships and that would end that," Willow remarks as she rests her chin on her forearms. She also manages to somehow roll her backside like this, and enjoys, well, the feel of the large guy snug within. Why does all her forms prefer large guys?
"They are probably working for one of the big trade groups that has their own reason for breaking our client," Janik suggests, and starts really shaking things up now - and there's a lot on the mare to shake. It draws the attention of one of the Kavi attendants, who for whatever reason produces a shammy and tries to use the motion to help polish Willow's horn.
Willow gives that kavi a look. "Well, could be working for your owners too, you know. Guaranteed fare, and if you are raided, you keep the money too after the raiders cuts," she remarks and glances briefly over her shoulder. "Would also explain why you aren't allowed to fight back, yah?"
"I can't believe they'd do that," Janik claims, and reaches around to pull Willow more upright - enough to show off everything. "Pirates would need to be bribed to stay quiet about it.. forever," he grunts. "If we had that kind of money we wouldn't be in this situation at all. And the pirates started before the client switched to us." Talons squeeze breasts, which squirt a bit as a result. At least Willow's horn is out of the Kavi's reach now.
Willow goes mmph! She wasn't expecting be a show, and she feels embarrassed and her ears flush red, well, they feel hot anyway! "Good point," the unicorn grunts and shivers! Her tail coils up into an arch, too! Then it quivers ... and snaps whipping the vartan on the butt!
The whip causes Janik to arch as well, which nearly lifts Willow off of her feet! Lilitu approaches with a giggle, and tries to catch one of the milk-squirts in her mouth or on her tongue. There's plenty of tongue after all.
"How do I always get into these situations? I just wanted to snoop about contracts, not diddle the captain!" Willow thinks as she closes her eyes so she doesn't have to see how many people are staring at her!
At least the captain is passionate. Vartans don't have lips or sensitive fingers, so tend to focus where things are sensitive. When he bursts into more rabid movements, Lilitu also seizes her chance and latches onto one of Willow's nipples for a moment, since Janik is holding them mostly steady. Of course, the Eeee doesn't have hooves, and soon succumbs to the milk's blissful effect.
"Ack!" Willow thinks in shock when she feels the nursing. "Why, why .... oooooh!" she says, trying to complain but ending up groaning instead and feeling all too much like a mare in season. At least she doesn't think the crew is generally in on the whole pirate issue.
Lilitu can't hold on for long. But is soon replaced by other curious mouths and tongues. If this keeps up, there may be a pile of navel-gazing patrons stacked up before Willow.
And Willow will alas have to sneak out in shame for breaking the club. Oh well, at least she's getting a good rut from the vartan.
It may be that Janik finally notices the extra attention, and pulls out in order to turn Willow around to face him. Then he presses her back against the bodies (including Lilitu) and goes back to rutting her. But now Willow's chest is protected by a big feathery chest.
Willow wraps arms and legs about the vartan and starts really helping out with the hip action. Rolling slides of eight inches are more feel really good. It makes her moan and whinny more. Though she is wise enough not to arch her head back as she might stab someone!
Janik is able to keep it up for a few more minutes, but isn't even trying to pace himself at this point. His feathers puff out around his head and he lets out a loud squawk as he erupts into Willow. At least this time the mess ends up mostly in someone else's fur though.
The horned equine is soon after him. Soon she's bucking, rolling, and twitching beneath him as she moans and whinnies like mad! Her hooves scrabble on the floor and her tail flicks beneath her like mad! It's a lovely sort of full feeling with his eruption and the glowing feeling that quickly follows.
Once things calm down, Janik licks Willow's horn.. and her 'cushions' start to moan a bit from the weight, but still seem too blissed out to really notice the situation. "Errr.. So, want to see Saskanar? We don't have guest cabins.. but you can stay in mine," the Vartan offers.
The mare considers this. "Is it nicer than Babel?" she asks.
"Well.. I don't know of any places like this in Saskanar, but it is brighter and greener," Janik says, rolling his hips a few more times. "And the food is better, if you like fruits and grains. There's almost always a festival of some sort going on somewhere. But no big cities."
"Well, it doesn't sound bad and I could discuss trading with others there," Willow relents. "When do you have to leave, though?"
"In a few days," Janik notes. "We're waiting on the payment to be gathered.. and a few other things."
"What sort of other things?" Willow has to ask. "You aren't some sort of unicorn slaver, are you?"
"Unicorns are too rare to be slaves," the Vartan laughs. "Someone is always going to notice one, and especially when one goes missing! The other things are.. things we're going to use to foil the pirates. Or at least use to figure out how they target us."
"Oh. Hm... What about your first mate? Will she be upset? I assume you two are well ... together," Willow suggests in whisper.
"I'm her mentor, not.. something more," Janik claims. "I don't know if she even likes men or not."
Willow leans her head back. "Hey, Lilitu! Do you like guys?" she asks the Eeee.
"Chocolate," the Saskanarian mutters from the bottom of the pile.
"That wasn't an answer," Willow notes.
"Maybe she likes them with chocolate," Janik suggests, and then lifts the unicorn off of the pile and sets her back into the pool.
Willow sinks back into the water, embarrassed. Just her head sticks out ... as well as the remains of someone's underwear hanging off her horn. "Will there be a problem with bringing someone else along, what with the pirate issue?" she asks.
"Well, I'm sure it can be managed," Janik says, sinking down as well. "Who would it be? Do you have a partner?"
"I might want to hire a bodyguard," Willow admits, "But I don't know for sure. How much will this cost me?"
"Oh.. uh.. I hadn't thought of that," Janik admits, and taps a claw against his beak a few times. Tap tap tap. "How much do you eat?" he finally asks.
This is a question Willow doesn't know how to answer! "I could bring my own food?" she offers.
"Well, that would solve that then," Janik notes with a Vartan grin. "We're light on the trip back to Saskanar, so we can make good speed."
"Hmmm, would I be in danger on this trip?" Willow asks next as she pushes down her chest ... which keeps floating back up. "The pirate issues, that is."
"Well.. I don't know, to be honest," Janik notes, frowning. "If we don't have a Yodhrephath with us, they may take a hostage to keep us from following. We have a plan to make a show of numbers this time though, to see if it will keep them at bay, along with our other plans."
"Surely they wouldn't take a non-native, right?" Willow asks, head tilting. "I get mistaken often for someone, well, important, instead of another ambassador."
"We've never had anyone important.." Janik notes. "They've always taken one of our smaller crew. We've seriously thought about not having Skreeks or Kavi at all, but it's difficult to run a ship without them."
"Always the smaller crew? That's weird, isn't it?" Willow asks.
"Not really," Janik says. "They use speed as their main defense, using Rakhtors and Pteras. A small person is easier to handle while still guiding the mount.. and they can be carried in the claws if needed, which is disturbing."
"Well, I'm not small, so I suppose that makes me safe," the mare claims. "I'll consider it. I may not need a bodyguard then."
"They've only gone after the money," Janik notes. "I don't know how much that comes to. We've always gotten the strongboxes locked and sealed. But it must be enough to be worthwhile, including facing off against Yodhrephath. On one of our first runs, she launched what looked like a crossbow bolt that exploded and brought down three Rakhtors!"
"Yike!" Willow exclaims. "And you don't have then with you on every trip? I would think that would stop any pirates."
"They always draw her off or.. sometimes.." Janik says, and looks around. There are a lot of Eeee ears in here after all. "They have good tactics," he says instead.
"Will there be one on this trip?" Willow inquires as she rises up a bit until her chest is not floating just under her chin. "And why not hire some soldiers to defend the ship?"
"We never know if we'll have an escort until we leave," Janik says, and frowns. "Airships are fragile things. Any military force has to be big enough that it isn't worth fighting. If they're too small, it puts the ship at risk. We can't afford Air Mages.. so we use hydrogen gas. The other problem is that the raiders use mounts, which gives them a big advantage over winged defenders. They can leave their mounts, which will keep fighting on their own, effectively multiplying their forces. Big mounts means they can carry a few heavy weapons that can pierce our envelope and sink or explode us."
Willow frowns too. "I ... I do not know what to say to that," she admits. "I'm not a make ... just a bad luck Aeonian," she adds.
"Bad luck?" Janik asks. "I'm no fan of mages, but I'd be happy to get a combat mage to settle this. But they are so few nowadays that their costs are out of our range."
"Yes. Black. Bad luck," Willow explains and shrugs. "Superstition, but such is what it is. Can you offer payments instead of lump sum to a mage?"
"We'd need to find one first," Janik notes, crossing his arms. "The big trade guilds can get them, because they've got contracts that grandfather them in with the mage's guild. But after the last big war, the mages' number just haven't bounced back, and they're a lot more wary of putting themselves in danger. I don't know much about different types of magic, either. There might be something that could help us that isn't for fighting. An Air Mage would be useful for defense, but that's the magic I know about."
"I've heard about this weird ... person. Barsundrop? Bar something, that has been helping with problems, or so they say. Why not hire him?" Willow inquires.
"The supposed Yodh demigod?" the Vartan asks. "I wouldn't know how to hire him. You can't really hire Yodhrephath even. Technically you can hire a Yodhblakat, but they're.. not the same. I think they're mostly for scaring people, and I don't know if the raiders scare easily. But.. you're from Sylvania, so you probably know more about strange gods and spirits than I do."
"Oh sure, plenty. Lots of horror tales too. You should read about Amenlichli if you think the monsters in stories here are scary ... they have nothing on her," Willow says in a low voice. Then she shrugs a little and quickly dunks herself under the water to wash herself off.
"Hmmm.. do you know about undead then?" Janik asks. "Things that would scare off anyone?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I know about the undead," Willow admits. "From zombies, to wraiths, to banshees, vampires, ghouls, revenants, nerocmancers, and so on."
"Are they difficult to fake?" the Vartan asks, leaning in and lowering his voice to a whisper. "Make a ship look haunted or infested? Create.. I don't know.. fear as a defense?"
"Eeeeh, the look isn't that hard to fake. Tattered clothing, starch and coloring to fake blood, and various other things like that are easy. Towns have festivals that do that to counter their own fear of it," Willow notes, "But you can't easily fake the auras they produce, and if the pirates had a mage ... they'd know if it was real or not."
"Hmm, how do you detect a mage then?" Janik ponders. "Without another mage, that is."
"Bluh, hmm. That's a very good question," Willow admits and rubs her chin. "Oh, right, Chronotopia has devices that do that. some sort of measuring tool that vibrates around increased magic I think."
"Quantometers!" Janik says, and smacks his fist into his palm, causing a splash. "They're used for mapping the edges of Forbidden Zones. I should be able to get one here in Babel."
Willow starts! "Right, that's what they're called. You practically need one to fly airships around Sylvania at all," she notes as she settles back down.
"They probably have compasses now," the Vartan muses. "There was that big magic debacle thing in Bable a few years back. So maybe there are tools for hunting down rogue wizards.." This cheers the man up, so he scoops up Willow and hugs her!
Willow sighs and starts to climb out of the bath, right as she's hugged! This causes her to freeze and she says, "You're welcome?" She even pats the large man on the back slowly. "Glad I could help."
"I'll be here tomorrow for a meeting," Janik says. "The locals seem to like this club for privacy, of all things. Part of why I came.. along with Lily's birthday. What happened to her, she looks drunk?"
"No idea," Willow claims quickly and coughs. "Did you want me to return tomorrow?"
"If you want to," the Vartan says, and then takes Willow's hand and 'kisses' the back of it (which is sort of a parting of the beak and a dart of the tongue). "You can also find me at the Cloud Treader at the Babel docks, until we depart."
"I will ... keep that in mind," Willow says, distracted as she idly wonders how it would feel to push that beak between her legs and ... ahem. "I may also inquire about a bodyguard, just in case, but it seems I probably would not really need one if I do come."
"I'll know more about our plans after the meeting tomorrow," the big bird-horse promises.
Willow bows, flashing anyone nearby with marebits. "Well, until tomorrow then," she says ... then goes in questing of her clothing...
The staff has her clothing back at the massage area.. but Willow has something of a following trailing behind her now. Mostly Eeee, but there's also a lone Naga.
Willow pauses and glances back. "Hello?" she says to them. "May I help you?"
The lead Eeee woman steps forward and asks, "Might we have a.. taste?" she asks.
Willow looks both shocked and a bit confused. "I ... guess?" the mare relents a bit awkwardly.
The group surges forward, but still organizes itself into pairs. So two Eeee nurse on Willow as she stands there, both massaging her breasts while doing so.
Willow looks at the ceiling. "Do I exude a weirdness field?" she wonders, feeling really embarrassed. She also glances towards the naga, curious.
The Naga keeps to the rear of the group, but still looms a bit - a constrictor type, with pale yellow scales, ivory scutes and red eyes. He flicks a thick blue forked tongue at the mare.
Willow shivers, feeling a little nervous when the naga flicks his tongue. Something about those unblinking stares. What would he want with her anyway...?
A pair of Kavi arrive to either side of Willow, to catch her admirers when the milk has its affect on them. The bring the Eeee to nearby lounging areas, and the next two approach and eagerly suckle unicorn milk. There's a certain amount of groping as well, of course.
Willow squirms around! "Hey, careful, no biting!" she squeaks as she shifts from hoof to hoof a little. She also feels, well, like some sort of exotic drink she should be charging for!
Telling Eeee not to bite is a lost cause. They bite, tug, lick and suck until they can't stand up anymore. The Kavi cart them off, and the last two bats take their turn. These two are women, so there's not as much groping and biting.. or at least it's a little gentler. The Naga waits patiently behind them, unblinking scarlet eyes staring into Willow's silver ones.
Willow stares back at the snake, trying to decipher its inscrutable face. Since when do naga like milk? Of course the groping causes her to squeal, or moan, or squirm, depending on where she's groped, and she loses focus on the snake then.
The women get wobbly before they can really follow up on the groping, and as they are carried off the serpent slithers forward. It's head is higher then Willow's, so she has to look up to meet its gaze. "Afraid of ssssnakess?" the Naga asks. It's not uncommon among Rhians, which leads to an unfortunate 'stomp on it' reflex, so it's probably wise to assume Aeonians might have a similar reaction.
"No. More curious as to who you are and what you want? Naga don't drink milk that I know of," Willow replies politely and folds her hands together.
The blue tongue flicks against Willow's horn, and then the Naga replies, "Never sssseen Aeonian before. I want to drink you and feel you."
The lick makes Willow blink a few times. "Would you like to withdraw to a more private place, then?" she asks politely. Dagh take it, why do Naga turn her on?
"Yesss," the Naga says, and scoops up Willow as if she were weightless. She finds herself being carried towards a darker corner of the club, away from the massage and bathing area.
Willow is not small ... so that the serpent can easily pick her up is a bit of a shock and she ends up clinging to him. "Who are you?" she inquires as she peers at him. Her leonine tail flicks all about.
"Ssstheinisss," the Naga hisses. "You are?"
"Willow Embermane," The unicorn replies in kind. "You are from Babel?"
"Zannara," Ssstheinisss claims. "Egg trader." He carries her through a dark passage that grows progressively warmer, emerging to a chamber lit my lanterns and glowing coals. There are tiers of stone rising away from a central coal pit, with bowl shaped depressions for Nagas to coil into. Several torpid looking reptiles follow the pair with their heads and flicks of their tongues.
Willow is ... a little worried being back here with a bunch of serpents! But, she tries to hide that, even with her tail-flicking. "Egg trader? You ... trade eggs of your kind?" she asks, sounding confused. "I am from Sylvania, looking to expand trade with one of the counties there."
"Not all eggsss fertile," Ssstheinisss claims. "Good protein." The Naga coils into one of the bowls, and lays the mare down onto them. They're constantly in motion, so that she's being caressed by the scales from every direction, or so it seems. Their coolness is a welcome contrast to the hot, dry air.
Willow rolls a bit on those coils. This is ... quite interesting and not at all unpleasant. "I imagine some of those in Babel use the eggs for things other than food," she notes. "I hear they are quite ... creature in pursuits of pleasure."
"Pleasssure from eggssss?" the Naga asks, then dips his massive head and engulfs one breast in it, kneading it with his jaw and raking the tongue against the teat to collect the milk.
The Aeonian arches and hisses. That feels ... disturbingly good. "Well ... I imagine some like to ... stick them inside themselves," she gasps out, just before cradling the serpent's head.
The Naga doesn't reply, since his mouth is occupied. His coils raise the unicorn up by her shoulders, and slide between her legs. The tip of Ssstheinisss tail even tries to capture Willow's own tail, corkscrewing downward from the tip towards the base.
Willow is too busy enjoying to be freaked out by this. She's moaning softly at that bizarre sort of nursing, and her tail hangs limply enough that the serpent's tail can capture it easily and start to coil up along it. She starts petting as his cheeks, instead, figuring the milk will likely calm him down before he could actually hurt her. If he even intends her harm, that is.
What he intends becomes apparent, as his tail reaches the root of Willow's, and keeps going. It's a bit thicker than an Eeee, certainly, as it explores its way into a warm, dark place. This is followed by a thick blue hemipene pressing into Inala's Gate, thick as a Rhian's.
Willow arches and gasps, shocked at the smooth and cool serpentine tail starting to slide up inside her. It's thin, cool, and thickens slowly, so it's not uncomfortable at all as it feeds slowly into her body. There's another gasp as the serpent's flesh presses and starts to slide into her gate, spreading things to the point of uncomfortable, but not quite. The equine size seems ... pleasing to her body and she ripple-shivers as she tries to help push herself down upon that blue mast. She also starts to wonder just how much tail the serpent will manage to feed into her, and part of her is hoping, well, a fair amount.
The dual penetration is slow and inexorable, like the tide. Ssstheinisss is all cool muscle, wrapping around the unicorn to insulate her from the heat of the room, and making as much contact with her as possible. His hands knead her breasts, freeing up his head to nuzzle against her neck and face.
"I have never been with a naga before," Willow moans, softly, as she kisses at his face and neck. "I didn't know it could feel like this." She rolls some within those confining coils, but the serpent has all the control and power right now. She also wonders if he is more than he lets on ... and if this is some sort of test.
"You are warm inssside," the Naga hisses. "Your milk tinglesss." He keeps slowly pushing deeper into the mare, and then licks her horn, often wrapping his tongue completely around it.
The mare groans and is activelytrying to relax to make it easier for the naga to, well, go deeper. "And you feel amazing .... inside," she hisses out, head arches a little, eyes closed, and shivering. Even with this assault, she tries to read his aura. Is he ... testing? Or is he being honest in the moment?
His aura is cool, of course. He seems excited, but is still warming up.. and has a disturbing mix of 'feeding' and 'mating' colors. But he's a constrictor, and they always seem to blend the too.
"Please, as much of you as can fit ... inside me," the mare gasp-whispers to her 'captor'. She squirms a bit more, remembering how squirming is one of the acts that usually excites a naga.
There's a hiss, and things undulate in response to the squirming. Things seem to inflate and ripple inside the unicorn, and where there's a definite limit to how deep the blue part can go, the tail isn't as limited. It requires a wiggling motion, but as long as the tail can negotiate turns it is far less limited.
Willow arches in the coils, gasping. This is .. different. It feels so oddly good, somehow. The naga is slow and careful, so nothing is stretched too fast to get painful. There's more squirming from the mare as she bears down on the blue mast in waves, and she kisses and licks all along his face and neck.
This seems to confuse the Naga for a moment, since he's clearly not used to how mammals have more sensitive lips. He seems to grasp that Willow isn't tasting him though, and tries to rub her back with his coils. He's got a lot of body to use after all. The more he moves, the warmer he gets - but he still feels cool against the unicorn's skin (and inside of her). He realizes that wiggling his tail makes her twitch too, so does that more. He finally hits the back of her reproductive tract though, and so finally starts to 'pump' her. The outdraw is fast, with the driving stroke being slow.
The mare whinnies when the serpent draws out, leaving her feeling hollow ... and that slow glide back in makes her squirm as she struggles in vain to re-impale herself. This serpent is good, and knows how to drive a mammal crazy! "Feels ... so nice ... " she gasps. The tail wiggles only makes her, well, squeal!
"Happy?" the Naga asks. "You very tight. Consssstricting me." This is followed by a jaw-gape of Naga laughter.
"Y...yes, happy," the mare claims as her fingers stroke over your coils as much as they can move. "Surely this is not your first time," she playfully accuses. "Rhian mares before, yes?"
"Big woman here," the Naga hisses. "Melonny. Not sssmall like you. Musst be careful." This is followed by a surprise fast thrust though.
Willow gasp-hisses at that! "Ah, saw her, yes. She could be with naga fine," she moans, head lowering as she strains inside those coils now to well, actively mate with the naga. Probably futile, but he should like the struggle at least.
When Willow tries to move, Ssstheinisss manages to reduce his girth slightly to allow it, albeit temporarily. He seems to have very good control over his body, considering how much he's doing with his coils and tail along with everything else.
Willow wishes she had as much control of her coils when she has worn the skin of a naga! Still, it's a story of give and take between the pair, when the mare can control. she does and tries to give back to the naga. When the naga wishes t control, she relents and basks in how good it feels. She tries to not think about how 'playing with your food' could be applied to a skreek or lapi in this situation.
The position is also novel, since she's largely upright and supported by the Naga on all sides. Neither is on top or bottom, but it makes sense for practical reasons - Willow would be crushed by the weight otherwise. It also makes her think, slightly, of being swallowed.
The mare's worries are long gone by now; she's just enjoying all the unique sensations. It also doesn't hurt that it is giving her ideas for Nikky to suggest to Malagast, the skreek's naga boyfriend. It's slow building, but she can feel an incredible tension within building within due to the naga's skilled movement.
That tension is long-lived too, since the Naga is still taking his time and being extremely sensual. But he probably does sense the tension in Willow - and begins to use his tail in concert with his phallus now, squeezing things between them, and kinking and twisting the tail a bit more vigorously.
This makes the poor mare whimper and squirm even more, which is probably the sensations the constrictor wanted. She's kissing and licking all over his face now too. "Please, please, please," she starts to repeat over and over, then she even rubs his face with her horn!
Reflexively, the Naga tilts his head and bites down on the horn for a moment, timing it to a particularly deep thrust. He legs go and moves lower, pushing Willow's head back to clamp down on her throat as he tries to 'finish her off' by constricting her breathing as well.
This ... the mare squeals and shivers all over. First from the bite on her horn ... but when her neck is bit and she can't breathe, everything becomes a rush. She writhes in those coils as that tension within her explodes. Her insides start rippling and squeezing like mad over her gentle invader as she rides out that rush ... and starts to see stars.
Ssstheinisss releases the pressure on Willow's throat at the last moment, so that she doesn't pass out. Now that he's warmed up more, he begins pumping her a bit more vigorously to bring himself to a finish.. eventually. It's still going to be a few more minutes, but the biting has gotten him more excited.
The naga movement keeps Willow riding that tension-peak. The curse of a female body, their orgasms can be drawn out, and out, and out. So she's writhing and squirming like mad, moaning and hissing too.
The more she squirms, the more excited Ssstheinisss becomes as well. The mare is being bobbed up and down quite a bit now, and the coils holding her up are quivering more. Even the tail motions are less controlled as the Naga focuses on where he's most sensitive.
And as much as Willow can, she tries to control her inner muscles to work over that naga flesh within her, trying to 'milk' it not unlike others were trying to milk her earlier.
There's not a lot of room to squeeze, so it's a workout - and there could be some soreness afterwards, but there's probably someone in Paradise that knows how to massage those muscles. When Ssstheinisss releases, it's a bit of a shock. She'd gotten used to how cool his flesh is, so the sudden surge of heat is surprising.
The mare arches, jaws slack, and moans loudly in the room. Wow, that feels incredible, even with her tailing off orgasm she feels it all and it makes her feel ... woooo.
Now that Ssstheinisss is warmed up, there's less protection from the heat of the room. The Naga helps by licking some of the perspiration from her exposed hide, and then begins suckling on her again. He hasn't tried extracting himself from her yet, even his his tail has stopped squirming.
Willow doesn't really want him to pull out either. She just rests in his coils and moans softly. "Don't stop, just keep ... suckling," she whimpers as she clenches a little in both passages to hold snug what is within her.
Using his hands to squeeze both breasts together, the Naga gets them both into his mouth at once. The other two Nagas in the heat room watch, but don't seem inclined to join in - they're more standard-sized sorts.
Willow hugs his head and hiss-giggles. That feels funky.
Ssstheinisss's tongue snakes up from between Willow's breasts to lick her throat as well.. or tickle it, at least. His coils begin to relax down into the bowl, lowering Willow along the way.
Willow relaxes too. "I need a nap," she whispers out. "Mind if I nap upon you...?"
The coils arrange themselves into a bowl of sorts for Willow to be cradled in. This eventually means pulling out of her. The tail is withdrawn very slowly, to make sure nothing gets dragged. There's a lot of moisture released from Inala's passage as well. But the hot air should dry it quickly.
The mare arches and hisses out as things are extracted. She feels rather empty afterward, but that's okay as she's also exhausted too. She curls up a bit in the serpent coils, her heavy eyelids droop closed. "Thank you," she murmurs as she drifts off, hopefully to peaceful sleep and not the deranged dreams she often has.