In the Coils of a Snake

5 September 2018

15:42 Gyro Feather flutters on in and finds a spot to perch in a tree nearby.

15:43 Kusa Kasai stiffens, then narrrows her eyes up at the fluttering gryphon, tongue lashing through the air

15:49 Gyro Feather lets his eyes wander across the field...until they manage to lock onto those of the snake who seems to have taken interest in him.

15:54 Kusa Kasai tongue would dart out once more, as she coiled in on herself, recovering from her previous log-like stance, slowly starting to slither forward across the field. Every movement was so broad and exaggerated, it seemed like she were moving slowly, only her body was so large, she were moving faster than any of her smaller brethren, even when striking, those eyes fixed on the quadruped bird, expression bland, but possessing a certain hunger that was impossible to deny.

15:54 < Toni-Kadachi> nah...

15:55 < Toni-Kadachi> just a bit lazy today

15:57 Gyro Feather follows the snake's motion along the ground with his steady gaze, though the gryphon is largely unphased from his spot high up in the tree. He can tell the way she's looking at him, and yet, he doesnt feel much worry. Grabbing one of the nuts that grow upon the tree, he hefts it down at the snake with a smirk. "Aww does the little snake feel like he needs a snack? You cant get up here too me."

16:01 Kusa Kasai without breaking pace, she threw her body forward, wrapping around the rough bark of the tree. Coil after coil would curl around, powerful muscles crunching into the wood, shattering some of the young twigs and branches that started to grow from the lower levels. She wriggled her body, loosening her coils one at a time to slide them up, while the rest would dig in to the bark to keep her body stable! It was much slower than her slithers, but she steadily climbed the tree, going nearly a foot per second. If he tried to take flight, her vines would lash outwards, extending with blinding speed, aiming for his foot

16:05 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at the snake as she begins to climb, and tosses a couple more nuts at her When it ends up that she's not slowed by his efforts, he instead spreads his wings and leaps forward, taking to the air. He gets only a couple feet away beofe suddenly he's grasped by a hind paw. The bird is well hooked and left hanging, with the vine draping over the branch. His wings flap around, causing him to swing on the vine, but no amount of fighting seems to free himself from the powerful enbrace of the vine.

16:11 Kusa Kasai expression changed from that muted stare to one that hinted at a smile, as he was caught. She quickly sent up the second vine, wrapping it firmly over his midsection instead, the thick, grassy cord biting into his belly, gripping so tight, it would put strain on his breath. Her torso extends, and she let them both fall to the ground, her massive body landing with a dull thud harmlessly onto the earth below. His fall was much less controlled, her vines throwing him off-center, making his wings useless, letting him smack into several branches on the way before falling onto her chest. The moment his feathery form struck her supple skin, she wrapped him over, that broad body covering him in just two quick coils, bringing their noses together with a flick of the tongue

16:21 Gyro Feather is flapping up a storm, unwilling to let himself just be captured by the snake, while at the same time crying out loud piaows and squawks. When the next one grabs his torso and one of his wings, he's left rather helpless in the air. Another tug and he's pulled off from around the branch and sent careening through the air, crashing painfully into several branches and leaving his body bruised and aching by the time he hits the snake's body, leaving him rather dazed from the landing. WHen Kusa wraps him up, he's not quite lucid enough to struggle, allowing her to get a firm grip upon his form. He's breathing deeply and his head feels quite woozy.

16:27 Kusa Kasai wasted little time at all! Letting those vines drop away, so he'd feel only the pure, powerful compression of her body over his, crumpling into those wings with such ferocity he could feel his feathers snap and break, wherever they weren't laying perfectly flat with the wing, yet so measured there was hardly any pain. Tightening with every breath, so his chest was shallower, more compressed, without ever being responsible for doing the compressing, just forming a barrier of muscle to keep from expansion.

Her muzzle would slip up against his beak, forked tongue curling over, before parting for a little kiss! That kiss would expand over the rest of his beak, as those slender lips slipped forward, narrow nose tickling into his ear. The heat was intense, a slick warmth that spread over as her saliva coated him down, the muscles that line her throat flexing, kneading into his face as she took him down to the ear, his feathery fur gliding effortlessly across, nearly devoid of resistance

16:36 Gyro Feather takes a while to recover from his impact into the grass snake, and the way that she's got his chest tightened to the point of slow shallow breaths isnt helping to decloud his mind. Wings and limbs arent squarely against his body even with her manipulations, leaving an arm slipping between one of her coils, and several long primaries splayed out through the sides. The wind bird groans softly, making weazing breaths as she forces the air from him.

Its about once she opens her mouth before him that he finds some lucidity finally starting to return, leaving him making soft noises of protest into the spreading cavern before him. That maw creeps up his beak, and then over his eyes, casting everything into a pitch black, while the smell of her dangerous belly ahead wafts up to his nose. A slight whimper leaves his lungs, about the only sound he has the breath to make, as the warm drool plasteres his feathers against his head.

16:46 Kusa Kasai breath held a certain fresh quality to it, like grass that had just been cut! Of course, with that direct access path to her stomach, he could take in those more sinister scents. Rotten leaves and carrion, a bitter odor that made it hard to even breath, even if it weren't for the massive muscles shutting down his chest.

She was careful not to damage him, just compress him down. Using the same method she used to climb the tree to push him forward, inch by inch would vanish into that eager maw. Her throat stretched, as his head pushed throat, shoulders touching her lips, his forelimbs given just a second of freedom, before trapped firmly inside the line of her jaw. Her muscles would constantly pulse, seeming to contract with every heartbeat, pushing him downwards, opening up again with every slow breath, giving him room to struggle and jerk.

16:53 Gyro Feather 's beak squelches into the tunnel in front of it as the peristaltic motions of her gullet slide along his form, working her slime down into his feathers and creeping him inwards. The first time the bird opened hims outht o make a cry, long globules of drool flow into his beak, leaving his chest spasming in her grip as he coughs. ALl around him, he can hear the thumping of her heart sending the snake's blood through her body, while the squelching growl of her stomach ahead adds to the noises. Nothing he does seems to halt the progress of the snake as his bulge extends further into her jaws, with her skin clinging tightly to his form, almost like a gilli suit.

When his claws are released, he instantly raises them up to push on his bulge, only to find them quickly arrested by her jaws as the rubbery flesh moves over him. His body itself had a warm fruity flavor to it, imparted from teh oils he washed himselfs with on a regular bases.

17:00 Kusa Kasai passing the shoulders, the rest was easy going. Her tail curled up, to cup his flank from behind, kneading gently into those plush cheeks while urging him forward, to keep his back straight with the rest of his body! As his head slipped deeper inside, he could feel those walls even out, growing thick and powerful, so crushingly tight he couldn't even open his beak, the bulge he had caused in her neck turning to a mere dull lump. The heat of her lips would engulf over his flank, crumbling down his wings, until he felt it touch at his legs. Pausing, that forked tongue curled out, stroking against his sheath, coating it over with that slick saliva

17:06 Gyro Feather mmmphs in the dark tunnel as the pressure grows increasingly uncomfortable around him, forcing his ears to pop, and as it creeps over his shoulders and wing shoulders, he can feel the wings straining painfully as the bones flex and creek wtihin them. The hot humid atmosphere within already starts to cause him to sweat, adding a new salty taste across his form. His hindlegs squirm and slide within the coils, but it only serves to help push him in just a tad faster as his hips slide between her jaws. The sheath twitches slightly underneath the tender embrace of his tongue, swelling out in an unwanted display of eagerness.

17:12 Kusa Kasai slathered him just enough to feel that swell, for him tp peak full and free, before tossing back her head, the momentum and his own weight dragging the gryphon downwards. He could feel the slippery embrace against his shaft, far tighter and far more slick than anything he could have experience, crushingly tight, but not crushing, kneading along his member as it dragged across her throat. Already, he could feel his peak strike little patches of bitter liquid, flooding through his nostrils and burning at his tongue. With a delighted hiss, her jaws snapped just over his tail, chewing and slurping it back like a noodle

17:18 Gyro Feather 's head had arrived in the snakes stomach now, as evidenced by the liquid that dragged beneath his form, with some of it invading his nonwatertight beak to fill it with a bitter sour bitterness that makes his stomach churn where he's forced to swallow it. He can feel the burn all the way down to his crop, and the oily flavor seems to stick to his soft maw lining. His nares burn where some fo the fluid leaked in, followed by coughing when a little bit of moisture makes its way into his lungs. The bird groans at the carressing of her body around his senssitive organ, where the lsightly bumpy texture of the throat helps to swell him to his full size, while caushing his knot to begin to press out, while little bits of pre leads from the tip. Eventually he's surrounded in her heat wtih that final snap of her jaws, leaving the rest of him to slide deep into her greedy belly.

17:21 < Kusa Kasai> (Hiss! This is embarrassing, but I am getting pulled away by RL. Sorry I couldn't finish this up, tasty thing! I hope you liked what we could do!)

17:22 < Rick Telemain> (A shame)

17:22 < Gyro Feather> (awww...any chance of just making one wrap up post?

17:23 < Kusa Kasai> (No time! I'll be sure to make it up to ya, though ;3)

17:23 < Luvian> (sadness, no gryphon meals....)