Chapter 3 - Audience with the Goddess [Ero]

The fur hid beneath her scales as she sat on her knees; the plump bottom covered the ground in a great amount and just rested there, just waited for something to happen to it. Verissa swallowed her saliva, keeping a little, anxious smile on her face, all as something sensual hung in the air, like a thick fog of fumes. 

The way she was stared at, the manner in which this thirst-scented atmosphere clung to her scales. Then in all of her endless wisdom she sat in the worst of ways, simply on her knees, with her hands resting on her lap; it was this gentle form of approval to anything about to happen, agreement she gave without thinking about it. Something told her that it wouldn't bring her anything good but she felt as if this still could be turned to her advantage. That she was still in control here. 

Even though it felt no different to being naked; she could have been blindfolded, tied and turned naked to the last scale - it would feel the same. Just waiting, knowing that something would eventually come and being, deep down,  entirely unable to do anything about it. 

And the vulpera just approached; delight woven into his expression and a wide smile adorning his face. He took just a few steps and then halted in front of her, usually barely reaching past her hips but now, equal in height. No longer a lesser race but something that made her heart skip a beat, even though it was already quickened in its work. 

Snake breath shuddered as he extended his hand, as the fox claws touched her chin and brought her to shiver, right before descending towards her cleavage. That's not how she should have felt, that's not how she should have reacted to being touched by him but it mattered little - she still was the one in charge here. He really couldn’t do much unless allowed. 

And yet, she felt as if it just gently made its way, straight down to her breasts. 

Uncontested, allowed to go free and dip between her breasts; permitted to dig between the tightly squeezed pillows and then to follow the long path alongside her cleavage. What she had wasn't just big, it has not been just large or giant but simply monumental - it was a colossal set of udders she could freely drown the fox in. 

The vulpera that simply ran his finger between them and then down, to the end of her robe's cutout. All so he could slip his claw under the fabric and pull down, beginning to unveil them. 

But it was not simple. She was priestess and her robes were ones of dignity - while her innate pillows were tightly packed together and the cleavage was long and wide, it was for nothing else but to let her scales breathe under the heat of Vol'dun. It was not some cut that made it easy to spill out what she had. 

And yet he kept pushing down, pulling the entirety of this bust down and causing her plumpness to bulge out; pressure grew against this mass of snake meat and eventually forced them to slowly escape. More and more of the delicate scale unveiled itself as Verissa merely smiled dumbly, unsure what to do, unsure if she had anything to do. She was being worshipped after all. 

And in some slow but yet gradually pleasing manner, he kept using more and more of his strength; forcing her front to go lower and lower as her priestly robes fought. Fought for as long as they could to keep her snake tits hidden from the world; to protect those dark areolas that began to slip out. 

Till they lost. 

Scaled udder-flesh simply busted out alike a flood of fuck-meat; bounced up and down in all of their monstrous size and glory. Jiggling for a delicious moment, as if to present their tenderness, they covered her chest to a mad degree; allowed to hang down in sheer, oversized glory. 

Verissa swallowed with a dumbfounded expression, seeing as her front jumped up down, shook to the sides, how black areolas shined before the tiny fox. Given to him no differently as if she served them on a silvery plate. Her jaws spread as if to say something but the stirred mind wouldn't find a single fitting word. 

All while he, all while Jiro was more than happy, looking alike a customer who ordered his favourite food and has been given twice as much as he wanted. "Every god has its messengers." He purred out, staring at this spilled out, unjailed wonder of flesh. "And now I've seen two." 

"Just keep worshipping." She declared, mildly unnerved by the ridiculousness of his words. Tangerine eyes blinked  as he just leaned forth and extended his hands, moved them beneath each of her pillows; just to try and lift them. To have open palms of his paws dig into the vastness of her flesh and have her plumpness spread between his fingers, to rise them ever so softly and send a shiver down her spine - all the way to the end of her tail. 

And they were raised softly; alike two godly sacks of beauty, moving up ever so slowly due to their innate heaviness; she could see how his muscles tensed, in need of great strength to do as little as to lift her breasts. They went up and then they were allowed to descend, to simply bounce down and fall with enough force to crack a feeble plate. 

“It’s about time to pray.” He purred and spread his jaws, she could merely watch how he closed his eyes and neared these scale cushions; how his tongue made its way out and then onto her flesh; Verissa’s hand shuddered as she felt the hot breath on herself, followed by nothing else but a single, blissful lick. 

No different to a wild beast tasting a massive, fat slab of meat; simply relishing in it, in the endless size he can delve into. Snake eyes observed as he slowly went from the very bottom of her right breast, moving right next to areola but not touching the darkened parts and then ascending, ascending high across her scales, tasting them thoroughly.

Just so he could stop and look up at her with a devil’s smile. “I wonder how many blessings are in those.”

“And I do intend on checking every one.”  She watched as Jiro just went back down, about to say something about the stupidity of his words and how he should hurry because the goddess is getting bored. A poor bluff was better than no bluff. Verrisa spread her maws and saw how he went back to face off with her front, to hold her stiffened nipples right before his maws and then, just like a mindless animal, to dig into one of them with his teeth.

A spasm ran through the scaled shapes as she felt him bite her breast; to grab the other one with his hand and squeeze its front as much as he could, to barely hide the wide, black areola beneath the palm of his hand and to stuff the nipple of the other into his maws. She tensed and her breath turned into a shuddering one, her belly filled with a strange feeling and her fingers dug into the plump thighs, nearly breaking through the robes. 

This nomad just began to suck on her niipple, while the other was simply groped beneath his hand; he could just feel how his tongue pushed her nipple around, how his teeth dug into the sensitive spots, all while the plumpness of the other snake udder was spilling between foxy paws. 

And he just went on with it. 

Verissa shivered and felt her lungs turn shallow; her breaths fastened as sensations simply ran through her - those black nipples were sensitive, her flesh wasn’t indifferent either and her expression was the finest example of it all; as the sounds of sucking and wet feasting were to be heard, her eyes squinted helplessly, her jaws spread even more and let out these heated puffs of air instead of any prideful words. 

She quivered in the entirety of her shapes as he held her nipple on top of his tongue, staring at it alike a divine hunter for a few seconds; praising these monstrous udders that could swallow his head whole in their godly glory. Then he inhaled keenly, giving her just a moment to realize what's about to happen and then, then he bit down. 

Her hand rose in faint disagreement, as to stop him but a sting of something wildly sensual just ran through her, forcing her thighs to press against each other tightly in some poor attempt to ease up. Had there been anything between, it would have been crushed between those carved out, scaled legs worthy of a goddess. 

Her breath shaken, hands shivered and rose ever so softly in some attempt to stop him but barely made it off her lap. Fox's teeth moved gently, just a little and yet it sent some wave of sheer sensation across her, the intensity rising as the other nipple made it between his paws and was soon turned in a manner both deliciously tormenting and bliss-bringing. 

And then she moaned.

A lovely, pure sound - so willingly helpless, defenseless and most of all, never heard before. It brought her to a sudden freeze, as if she realized what sort of a thing just left her mouth - for what kind of a reason it escaped her jaws. Verisssa's hand covered these pretty, snake maws almost immediately as she was more dumbfoundingly shocked than her mind wanted to admit.

His smile turned even wider, as this tiny fox just achieved the sweetest goal of his life, only then he would let go of her pleasure-tortured nipples. Dark as the night, standing so proudly and covered in his saliva - claimed and handled by a hungry mouth of a hungry, little vulpera. "And so the goddess has spoken." He purred out and raised from her udders, just to meet her eyes on an equal level. 

"I-I…" Verissa just stuttered; a lower race just exposed her breasts, served them for himself alike on a golden platter and then simply feasted upon her. "...that wasn't what I meant."

All because she agreed for some dumb reason.

"Oh I know what my goddess meant." He declared with deepest kind of satisfaction in his voice; this content tone permeating it to no end, seeping onto her. "I pray and she answers." Jiro added and grabbed her hand, gently moving it off her face; all to reveal this dumb, awkwardly happy smile - something she perhaps wasn't even aware of.

He leaned forth and she couldn't move an inch; she could be the goddess but it was him who somehow held every leash in his hand. So the snake maws didn't deny those of a fox - nothing stopped him from just pressing against her lips and kissing them; from shoving his tongue inside her maws. 

In this entire process her eyes would simply widen in disbelief; her tongue would somehow just meet with his and then end up conquered with ease, enslaved. It would follow, share saliva, do as told and dance, turning this connection into almost a feral exchange of fluids. 

It was like this obsessed vulpera gave her no mercy, even when the kiss was about to end, he wouldn't simply back off; he moved his paw onto the back of her head and pulled it back - forcing their tongues to separate, ending it with both maws still spread and with strings of saliva forming between to furtherly display this uncivilized act. 

Between her and some lesser, smaller race. 

And he breathed out; his hot air hitting her, scented with her own fluids. "Now that's a prayer I don't want to miss." Jiro wouldn't stop this divine nonsense, she knew as much and now, as he smiled ever so widely, the priestess knew he was only starting. “But it's about time we turn fanatic."

She didn't do anything as his hands pushed her onto her back, forced her to fall onto the fluffy fur, had her spread across the floor in pure submission. Verissa swallowed as he just stepped forth across her body - he didn't weigh much, she was pure refined muscle. His paws took him forth and then she couldn't believe it as he just stomped over her breast; dug his paw into her softness and caused it to spill to the sides, even though her udders were already spilled all over her chest. 

He walked over her tits as if they were a carpet and then over her head, just to slip his hands beneath the fabric of his pants; smiling to her ever so wildly as she understood what was about to happen. "W-Wait I am not--" For some dumb reason she tried to argue but was silenced soon enough as his pants just fell onto her head and blocked her vision. 

She was in this darkness for just a few seconds, hearing as he dropped down onto his knees - right above her head, trapping this pretty sethrak face between his own thighs. "Apologies, Goddess." Purr of the fox was to be heard as she grabbed the fabric off her face and threw it away. 

"You'll punish me later." 

And then it just fell onto her maws. By no means has she been experienced in the matters of such pleasure and lust but what met her face with a heavy thud was by no means small - strangely large and angrily red, with this broad, cheek-filling knot by its base, it just rested there as her head wasn’t lying flat on the floor.

"We're both big for our race's standards." He declared as it lied there, right between her tangerine gems with those slick, slit pupils; all for her to stare inwards at it and revel in the immaculate scarlet colour. Snake eyes grew a little bigger as she felt the warmth, the tenderness that nicely clung to her scales and the weight of it. It wasn't that heavy but the Vulpera was far from heavy himself, making her wonder how much of his weight was this dick alone. 

And how did it hide so well in there. 

Sticky, it radiated with this heat alike some steamy, freshly cooked slab of juicy game; Verissa could have sworn that she could see thin vapours of this heat but somehow refused to believe it in the end - her mind must have been playing tricks on her. She barely could believe how massive this was and refused to accept it was also this sultry; so well conferred in its shape. 

"So in that regard we do fit each other." His purr reached her as she could do nothing but feel the warmth slowly spread across herself; sense the waves of obscene, lust driven incalescence breaking through her scales and permeating her flesh. 

She swallowed in this unprepared, loud manner, the sheer cock-awe in her eyes exposing her emotions wholly and entirely. Lovely lips in a little uneasy smile, filling her visage with delicious, dumbfounded shyness.. "T-That’s…" She stuttered, somehow not in a rush to get it off her face, even though the top of her head was getting strangely covered with something sticky. "... really big." 

It was simply massive and she had not a single idea of how it fit inside his pants.

"You can always kick me out." He declared as she felt his paw fall onto her cheek, caressing it softly. "Or you can continue and we'll see just how far does the snake hole go, eh?" Jiro smiled as his priestess was about as disoriented as it got, his paw was puffy, delicate to feel and sent just another shiver down her spine. “I’ll give you a minute to decide.”

She shouldn’t have been here, she shouldn’t have been captured, she shouldn’t have been sold and most of all - she shouldn’t have agreed to this entire thing. A single stupid idea had her turn curious and thinking she could just use this to her advantage; now she was lying on the floor with the singlehandedly, in her opinion, fattest dick amongst all of the vulpera. 

This entire situation was a punishment; Sethraliss had stepped forth and punished her - curiosity killed the snake. To leave was an option, he would listen, she just would need to stop pretending and leave before things get any worse. And yet it was mouthwatering, yet her nipples stood as hard as never before and her belly filled with a feeling of sheer excitement. 

Was this really how being praised felt like? Is this what her loa felt every time she prayed to her? Or was she just hungry for this kind of adoration? Verissa blinked twice, done with this storm of thoughts and then spread her maws to say even a single word. 

“Time’s up.” 

Her eyes widened even more in bewilderment as his purr reached her ears; she really ran out of time. So this slab of vulpine cock-meat raised from her - strings of precum formed between her forehead and his tip; all so he could pull her head back, force it to lay position itself better on the floor in accordance with her long, scaled, tight neck. All so he could have a simple thrust angle - after all, this fat thing was right in front of her maws now. 

“Open up, Goddess.” He muttered out as his finger slipped between her lips, softly speeding them. "Or else there will be no communion." His voice turned sweet as she could taste his thumb, one that did taste her skin just a while ago. Just salty. "Don't make me do it myself." 

Jiro's smile turned most satisfied, keen; heralding in a manner that really said everything there was to be said. She had her chance at leaving and didn't say a thing, now it was just about how she would be fed with this slab of vulpine cock." Stop with this… r-religion thing." She muttered out with a voice that had about as much power in it as one would expect from a pinned down, dick-amazed snake that was about to have troubles breathing. 

But something inside her refused to just listen to him, to just open up these lovely maws and let go slide in. Verissa's belly filled with the finest sort of excitement when she thought about the alternative; about the fact he would open her up himself. So she just jumped her gaze, the dick and then his face, his face and his dick again, just waiting. 

"Oh." He purred with mild surprise in his voice. "Very ungodly to ignore your followers, Goddess."

She pulled up her legs softly as he grabbed her jaws with clear intent, when he forced these paws into her mouth; one holding her from the upper jaw and another from the lower one. His eyes squinted as Jiro began to spread her maws open, forcing them apart to unveil the pinkish, delicate wonders inside. 

The vast and wet insides, to expose the gullet that would devour so much of his flavour. Cerise in shade, puffy and so deliciously looking inner walls of this snake trap where strings of saliva, richly pouring saliva, stretched between upper and lower halves. A delectable abyss that nothing escaped. 

"My my." Jiro purred out as Verissa just stared at him with dumbfounded eyes; the snake feeling an unnamable soft of anticipation and the fox knowing he found his heaven of this world. A warm, moist, pink heaven. "That settles it all." 

She slowly moved his hips forth, positioned this madly red thing between snake maws and brought a devilish smile onto his face; these sethrak jaws really wanted to close, he could feel the pressure from Verissa's muscles trying to seal it all shut. His eyes met the tangerine ones of the newly elevated goddess - naturally, by this point he would agree with her will. 

So he let them go. 

"O-Oh dear." He panted out and pulled his head back with a loud, sharp breath; the nomad's expression turned into simple, raw bliss. It changed over the course of next seconds, seeded itself with some deep fulfillment, as if it was all that he needed in this life.

They just ran shut, clenched tightly around his tool to the last inch and buried the broad knot, the many veins, the entire redness; buried it all in the pinkish, puffy flesh. With shallow breath only he could look down at her, as the snake fangs that pressed against his crotch, lovely sticking out on both sides of his shaft - perfectly placed as to not touch him but simply to let this vulpine rod sneak between them.

"What a fine goddess." The honeyed voice reached her as he caressed her cheek, right before pushing forth and getting deeper into his snake abyss of cerise, deliciously slippery and yet tight flesh. 

And she just clenched around it, held it hard inside her maws and tasted the heat that now filled her from inside; tasted this fleshy, salty meat of a vulpine cock. Forked tongue ran alongside it in some of the most primal reactions and rubbed against the precum covered tip, stained itself with love nectar of the fox. Just so it could thoroughly feel the saltiness, relish in the taste that made her eyes widen even more. 

As he began to push back and forth, her mouth simply drowned itself with saliva and his precum. It took just a few thrusts before the delicious sounds of squished out saliva accompanied the heated breathing; before Jiro could see their juices escape from the corners of her mouth with every push. Vulpera watched them be squeezed out and then pour down her scales, just to drip onto the fur below 

There were things that turned you on, things that ran you hungry and then there were things that simply took away your control. In the spirit of the last, he merely leaned forth, forced a different angle on the snake mouth; brought out the delicious sound of her choking, gagging with their mixed juices. All so he could simply softly fall forth and rest his hands on her massive udders. 

Bent forward, his paws digging into the fat, round pillows of the snake, he took a position where this dubious blowjob would simply turn into snake face fucking. Up and down he would merely move his hips, panting in heat and supporting himself on nothing else but the giant, colossal cushions of the priestess; each of them large enough to make it possible without an issue. 

Verissa pulled one of her knees up, dug her claws into the fur as great amounts of warm, rawly sexual things poured down her throat. Her tongue ran alongside this red meat as her cheeks were wondrously spread with every thrust - she simply drank and was made to drink, all while her steel-hard nipples received another round of crushing sensation. 

There were no words to describe the heat that was trapped between her jaws; the warmth that permeated and penetrated deep into her flesh, straight to her brain. Neither had she a way to describe the noises she heard, the moist obscenities which took a much different tone due to most of them happening inside her. 

And Jiro just pushed in every time, feeling how snake flesh clenched around him in form a narrow, slick abyss; a maw that took him in and wouldn't let out. The tension inside that caused every back pull to be a struggle and yet a mad sensation of its own. 

So he would thrust, he would slide in and make his way out. Juices would keep spilling out, slowly turning the base of the fur into a much different, darker shade; all while strings of juices would spread between individual, stained strands. His teeth would clench every time the sensation would be too much, his eyes would close as he would let out the heated breaths, hearing the gagging of his goddess. 

Goddess that would shiver at times, feel the pleasant warmth that outdid even this of the sun. She would relish in the heat that seeded inside her belly and then spread forth. Verissa would simply suck it in, wrap her tongue around the knot whenever there was an occasion. 

All till he took a helpless expression of his own and dug deep into her maws - kissed the snake's throat properly and further than before, pushed his knot far enough to have their juices erupt from her mouth. And he tensed. Repeatedly. 

All as his balls began to empty themselves, heavier and hotter than ever before. Jiro would pump it all inside with the muffled sound of seed hitting inner walls, spraying against them. His breathing would break, turn sharp, one inhale would begin before a proper exhale would be done. All while his spunk would paint the pink insides white. 

And she felt it. In an instinct,  snake maws clenched so hard around this red meat that even if the fox wanted he would never make it away. And it all went straight down to her belly, the liquid heat following all of their juices and now met with them as it should be.

She would wait, feel the releases inside herself; one after another, strong at first but then gradually weakening as vulpera's balls grew lighter. And only when there was absolutely nothing more to come, only when everything was given, only then her maws would ease up a little bit. 

Not truly however. 

With great difficulty he would need to pull out, fighting for every free inch of his meat as the pressure, the suction inside these maws was unwavering. The knot unveiled itself, flawlessly red and seemingly polished clear - much like the rest of his tool. With awe of his own he watched as it was perfectly clear, not a bit of juices remained in excess. Only enough to make it glossy, shining. 

Eventually it jumped out. Then the snake maws spread with a sound he couldn't name. 

And they opened wide. He could swear a mass of hot air escaped from them like a cloud of fog but it seemed beyond possible. Jiro could only pant and watch these cerise insides, flawless as before, perhaps even more pink by this point if that could be a thing. And then there were the eyes of his goddess. 

And he could swear they were satisfied. 





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