Pleasing Belly for a Mistress

27 December 2017

17:26 Karrnak Emberstorm slips in through the doors, the kobold looking haggard as she moves to one of the club's couches and climbs into it. She arranges the pillows into a pile, then turns and flumps down onto it, giving a heavy sigh , wings extended lazily to either side of her body

17:28 Charyx snorts and lifts her head from her food-coma induced slumber, her dragon senses tingling at the presence of yet another dragonkin.

17:28 Sandrook head tilts up from a notepad that he was fiddleing with from behind the bar. "Hmmm? Oh sorry, nothing major." He glances at Karrnak and was gonna wave, but the surrendering to the sofa made him double guess himself to even offer it. He just turns back to Breythas "Would you like to order something from the bar Sir?"

17:30 Breythas shakes his head at Sandrook, "Nah, I think I'm going to go bug somebody..." he responds with a grin. He makes his way over towards where Karrnak was laying, noticing that she was looking rather tired, and kneels down next to the smaller being. He reaches over and carefully rubs Karrnak's shoulders, "Hey there, looking tired..."

17:32 Karrnak Emberstorm trills softly, looking to the red dragon with one opened eyes, the kobold smiling as she reaches out and pats Brey's head, " Mnnn thank you dearest. Yeah, been working on a project, and it's been strenuous. Not so much the project itself, but more the fact that my sisters are involved in it. The three of s never see eye-to-eye. I am reminded why it's said never to mix business and family."

17:35 Breythas chuckles a bit, "Don't think I've met your sisters..." he responded, "...but project? Anything you can show me or tell me about?"

17:40 Karrnak Emberstorm gives a yawn, fumbling in her satchel, the kobold pulling out an obsidian glass vial. She unstoppers it, pouring an electirc-blue fluid into her maw, swishing it about, before swallowing it down. A jolt runs through her body, her eyes going wide as she jerks stiff, then relaxes, her attention turning back to Breythas, her energy seemingly renewed, " Oh, Well, Visis, my older sister, She suggested we make some kind of super-drug. Enhanced strength, dexterity and durability for the imbiber. Worked well, really, my youngest sister, Rezzax, she's a little powerhouse, and hearty, so she opted to be the guinea pig for it. It works really well, even kicks regeneration into overdrive, buuut...well..the effects are very temporary, and the after-effects leave you a drooling mess for hours."

17:44 Breythas blinks a bit in surprise, "Wow, sounds impressive," he responded, considering the implications of this, "Would definitely be able to sell it to front line combat types... and can imagine a few niches who might appreciate the regeneration..." he responded, considering where they were and the clientele. He sits up on the couch right next to his mistress, "So how'd the testing go? Hope everybody is still in one piece,"

17:49 Karrnak Emberstorm laughs softly and nods, flicking her wrist, the kobold grinning as she tugs the red male into a gentle kiss, her tail curling down around his waist and hooking itself around him, " Mhmm, all went well. Thus far. Well, within the acceptable margin of error, that is. Zaxxis is a little dumber than usual, temporarily..well a lot dumber. We had to take her sword away to stop her from swinging it around randomly. Visis has locked herself in her study, probably doing more research on the after-effects. Fuck that. I deserve a break after all the work, she can burn the midnight oil if she wants."

17:53 Breythas leans into the kiss for a few moments and nods in agreement, his own tail hooking around Karrnak, "Mhmm... well helping you to relax is part of what I'm here for," he teases, leaning in to give the kobold some gentle nibbles and nips along her neck and shoulder, mouth traveling down along her flank.

17:57 Karrnak Emberstorm smirks a bit, arching her neck, giving her pet access to her sensitive parts, the kobold reaching out and running her claws gently down the red male's neck, then caressing his chest as she admires her form, " It certainly is, my dearest Preythas, and you do it quite well, which is why you're still on this side of my scales." She coos gently, watching as the male trials down her scales, the dull orange scales of her body beginning to glow softly

18:04 Breythas smiles a bit as he travels down, leaving a short trail of kisses and nibbles along the way, not even bothering to deny the little nickname. As the dragon works, he slowly moves off the sofa, mouth shifting to travel along her front then between her legs. Breythas parts his lips slightly, letting his tongue slide out to brush against the kobold female's soft nethers, sliding along the opening. He lets his tongue move in slow, long licks...

18:24 Karrnak Emberstorm groans softly, smiling down at Brey, the ebon-scaled female sighing once more, this time in contentment as her pet's tongue slides along her softly glowing vent. She sinks back into the pillows she was laying down on, wings twitching, her eyes gliding closed as she coos out, " Such a good boy...." Her tail curls down, hooking into the dragon's collar and tugging him upwards, curling back towards herself to pull the male into a deep kiss, her long, prehensile tongue gliding past Brey's lips to coil around is own.

18:34 Breythas leans into Karrnak's deep kiss, slightly pausing a bit at Ghini's remarks before paying it no further mind and returning to the matter at hand. He lets his tongue slide against Karrnacks, the thick pink appendage sliding against and around the long, thin one invading his mouth, the rough surfaces grinding with one another in the passionate embrace. One hand leans down to lightly grip Karrnak by the rump, squeezing one cheek in hand while the other was wrapped around her back and helped hold her in nice and tight.

18:41 Karrnak Emberstorm smirks into the kiss, enjoying it, however at Ghini's remark she arches an eyeridge in question. She clenches her scaled rump, rolling her hips in a lewd, provocative manner as he groped her, her own small paws gliding down to the male's rear and squeezing in kind, before trialing up along his tail. She breaks the kiss slowly, smirking, the little female rumbling, " Pony cream, hmm? Tsk tsk, little morsel. What happened to the strong alpha predator i put on his knees so long ago, hmm?" With that she reached up, grasping part of the "B" on the male's collar, pulling the lower half off, leaving it reading " Preythas". She chuckled and tapped the male's snout with a finger, " One down...how many more before end up struggling down my throat?"

18:49 Breythas chuckles a bit nervously at that, "In my defense... it was a good ambush..." he confessed, "And... four I would say? Though I guess that means I should make sure to keep my own belly full in the future," he finishes, leaning back in to resume the kissing and nibbling. One hand traces along Karrnak's front to lightly squeeze a breast, hoping to divert attention from the recent loss of face and focus on more entertaining affairs.

18:56 Gyro Feather flutters back in to the bar, and finds a table to take a seat at.

18:59 Sandrook gives a polite nod greeting towards Gyro from behind the bar. "Welcome. Please let this one know if you want to order something."

19:03 Karrnak Emberstorm bites her lip as her breast is grasped, the kobold giving a soft groan, the distraction seeming to have paid off. She huffs out a breath, her green eyes raising to meet Brey's as she agrees, " I wouldn't mind seeing you full and with a squirming bulge every so often. It's a good look for you." She smiles once more, tracing a finger down her pet's body, until it rests against his groin, her palm pressing forward and grinding gently, " IT may even arouse certain other hungers within me, which would be to your advantage..."

19:07 Gyro Feather waves a talon over at Sandrook and says, "If you could, get me a passion fruit martini, or which ever the fruity martini of the day is."

19:10 Breythas chuckles a bit and glances around a bit as he slowly rises up, letting his cock slowly slip out from between his legs as he is played with, glancing around for any potential snacks to lure over, and then considers a certain gryphon just sitting around enjoying drinks, then glancing back. He leans down and whispers to Karrnak, "Hrm... well perhaps there is somebody here who would mike a fine squirming addition to my frame," he suggested, "I'm sure he won't mind assisting us..."

19:11 Sandrook nods his head as he ducks under the bar counter in order to gather some supplies. He grabs a bottle of Vodka, Passion Fruit Liqueur, and the fruit in question. He quickly fills one of the large classical shakers with ice. Then adds the Bodka, Liqueur to the bottle. Useing a knife he quickly cuts the Passion Fruit into a few pieces and adds that to the mix. He holds the Shaker at a slight angle and mixes the items inside for a short while. Then grabbing the round cup glass of a cocktail, carefully pours it along the side. Carrying the drink on a small coaster he walks over to Gyro table and places the drink down onto it. "Here you go, Hope that You enjoy it Sir."

19:14 Karrnak Emberstorm chuckles once more, the kobold sliding backwards once more, reclining on the pillows, her tail trialing up between the dragon's legs, coiling around his emerging cock, giving a few soft-scaled squeezes before sliding down to hang over the side of the couch, " Well, don't look at me as if asking for permission, pet. You're a predator, aren't you? Act like one. Go, hunt. I'll be waiting here, watching.." She trials off, lowering a finger to her glowing folds, pressing it firmly between them, then slowly pulling it free, the digit trailing small strands of arousal. She look s up to him, green eyes sparkling as she brings the finger to her lips and slowly licks it clean.

19:18 Breythas grins and steals a kiss from Karrnak just as she was putting her fingers in her mouth, stealing a quick taste before turning around and taking a few moments to direct his thoughts elsewhere before sneaking up behind Gyro and throwing one arm around the little gryph, his gesture clearly meant to seem friendly, "Hey there! Did ya miss me?"

19:21 Sandrook cheeks blush a little as he just gives the two the best smile that he could give. Looking a bit at Breythas, "Ah, would You wish for anything from the bar? Perhaps your ah, friend from the sofa?" Giving Karrnak just a glance. "Also um, [sub]sorry if I am interrupting anyone here.[/sub]."

19:31 Gyro Feather thanks sandrook, after having accidentally dozed at his table to wake up to the glass in question before him. He takes a long sip of teh drink and coos softly. "This is fantastic. I've not had this one. Cheers to the bartender."

19:32 Sandrook snickers a little bit as he nods and then returns to the bar counter.

19:42 Breythas frowns a bit at Gyro and lightly thwaps the back of the bird's head, "You know... I know it's been a while, but I don't remember responding well to the whole 'being ignored' bit," he said as he sat down next to him, "So anyway, surprised somebody hasn't snatched you up yet," he responded, sitting down next to the gryph at the bar and looking at him with that cocky smir.

19:45 Gyro Feather squawks, suddenly realizing there was an arm around his shoulder now, upon feeling the thwack against his head. He furrows his brow and turns to look at the dragon besides him. His face wrinkles at the meaty breath from Brey, before he gives a shake of his head. "Why would they? I'm far too fierce to go down easily. Plus I've had my share of meals around here."

19:45 Sandrook snickers from behind the bar "My my, about time."

19:48 Breythas snickers, "Oh I'm sure you have..." the dragon teases, "...you look like you've shaped up into quite the predator since I've been away. Tell me, do you sweet talk them first, get them nice and distracted, or do you usually just go for it?"

19:52 Gyro Feather turns to grin up that the dragon and shifts, feeling some of his pudgy belly shifting beneath him as he moves. "I mean, never any harm in giving someone what they want before you send them away, right? Besides, it means I can get things bigger than I might otherwise into me."

19:58 Breythas smirks at the bird, who clearly doesn't even realize that his days of predation have come to an end, "Good, sounds like you've been learning..." he stated, before letting out a sigh, "...though... there is one rule you really should have learned much better by now..." he stated, letting the sentence hang as he turned and leaned closer towards Gyro as if he was about to whisper some great secret of The Gullet and being a predator in general, "...trust no-one,"

As the words left his mouth, it opened nice and wide, and engulfed the little gryphon's head in a fast strike. Breythas wrapped his arms around Gyro's haunches, pulling him in, his face being rapidly pulled up to the back of the dragon's throat before he could have a chance to respond. The dragon didn't waste anytime as he leaned forward, a loud gulp beginning the process of dragging his chosen victim down into his belly.

20:03 Gyro Feather puffs up proudly at first unerneath the barrage of praise. He was familiar with Breythas and they shared that otter mate afterall. That pride turns into a furrowed look of doubt up at the red scaled creature, but almost as soon as the words register in his ear holes, he begins to panic. His wings flare out, and talons rise up in time to feel the warm wet sheath of a slippery maw pressing down over his body. The foul breath grows even stronger as he's lifted up further into the air where a squelch accepts the start of his beak into the gullet. His extended wings catch on the teeth, proficing some obstacle to his own descent, while clawed digits scratch across the ruby skin of his predator.

20:10 Breythas growled a bit as sharp talons raked across his hide, and while he was in no danger of having his scales ripped open by these claws, it still hurt. Breythas was forced to accelerate his plans, another loud 'glrk' pulling the entire head of his prey into his throat. Breythas reached down to snag those talons as they struck out at him, trying to grab them and hold them, and finding that he couldn't get the leverage he needed. He just had to endure the marks as his grip shifted, continuing to pull more and more of his avian meal inside. Every scratch just prompted him to swallow more, the dragon's dimly lit red throat stretching out before his prey, pulling him deeper and deeper, an angry growl from below beckoning the meat forth.

20:16 Gyro Feather slashes unrelentingly over the scales, scuffing up the surface, even if he'd failed to penetrate. The loud swalows ring out in his ears as each wave travels down over him, squeezing him deeper inside the interior of that gullet. In between those swallows, the eager gurgling of a belly, and the thumping heart sound around him. His wings are unable to keep up the strain against the swallowing and begin to fold against his sides underneath the pressure upon them. Even his thrashing forelegs are forced to cave, losing mobility as the cheeks squeeze them to his sides. The gryphon begins to notice that his eyes are adjusting, and he can even see to some extent in the dim interior.

20:21 Breythas knows he has his prey as the forelimbs cave and the wings slide in. Breythas lets his tongue flow through the feathers and fur of his victim, savoring the taste of victory. Another gulp pulls Gyro deeper into the dragon's gut, and Breythas tilts his head back, holding onto his meal with a firm grip as he suspends the bird up in the air, letting gravity assist as he pulls the creature down deeper and deeper. The bulge in his neck visibly shifts as the prey within struggles to break free, another gulp pulling him in ever deeper. By now, the dragon's 'chicken dinner' would probably be finding his beak pressed against the tight opening separating esophagous and stomach, and then pressed in to the acrid smelling gut, the walls of the dragon's stomach already alive and rumbling in anticipation of a filling meal.

20:31 Gyro Feather 's preening oils suppliment his natural poultry flavoring with that of a light fruit worked inot his feathers and fur to keep them smelling nice and shiny. That certainly wasnt helping him now though, as that tnouge tickled across his belly, drawing out that lovely mixture, all the while smearing a hot drool into his fur that left it matted against his flesh. THe gryphon gives a muffled squawk as gravity shifts around him, drawing him towards that rumbling noise ahead. Then, he hits that wall, which gives after a moment of pressure and an additional swallow. A blast of foul air fills his nostrils, leaving him coughing, even as his beak comes free from the crushing pressure of the throat. His tail lashes in the air, and his hind legs kick futiley, but he continues to be merely extruded into the chamber, towards the pooling liquids at the bottom of the glowing belly.

20:42 Breythas continued to drink in that flavor, drool soaking in the delicious flavorings that Gyro so thoughtfully applied to himself every day, sliding along his tongue, prompting the dragon to suck and gulp the tiny creature down further. His tongue traces up between Gyro's legs, then up his backside, almost seeming to be very gently pulling him in deeper. Breythas closes his eyes, savoring that flavor as the hind legs and tail slowly dip into the maw. As soon as those feet were past his teeth, the dragon closed his jaws, slurping up the little feline tail past his lips before sending that bulge in his throat fully down to his belly. Breythas's gut expands, the unfortunate creature now squirming within, as the dragon lets out belch, a few feathers flying out of his maw. However, he's not done, he swallows in some extra air, to make sure the bird would remain stewing in his juices for as long as possible, while marching over to where Karrnak was.

"Now... squirm for me... put on a good show and my mistress might think you're better off as a toy than has fat," the dragon joked, not believing for a moment that would happen... but hey, he was still here right?

20:47 Karrnak Emberstorm was still sitting where she had been before, the kobold's legs spread wide, two fingers dipping slowly in and out of her glowing vent. The scales around her sex were glistening and slick with arousal, clearly having enjoyed the show her pet had put on. As Brey approached her emerald eyes remained on that squirming gut, a shiver running up her spine each time the bulge shifted. Finally her gaze slid up to the dragon, a wide grin on her muzzle as she pulled her fingers free, trailing them up her belly, then between her breasts, leaving a slick trail in their wake, " It's always a delight to watch you eat, pet, however, I think it's about time you began to enjoy dessert." She slid her paw back down to her vent, spreading the scaly lips wider, showing off the twitching ebon flesh within.

20:52 Breythas grins in delight at the offer, "Of course," he says as he kneels down, resting his arms on the cushions and deliberately positioning his belly so that the ground and sofa would press into his gut, hopefully convincing the bird trapped within to struggle just that little bit more for him. Breythas leaned in, jaws parting, tongue escaping to once more lap at that delicious sex on offer, the dripping nectar of Karrnak's arousal sweet on his tongue. From between his legs, concealed by the protruding cut, the dragon's cock rapidly emerges to full length, the combination of writhing prey and a tasty after-dinner offering quickly arousing his desires. His smooth, pink tongue glides along the kobold's dark inner depths, and the dragon leans forward, sealing his lips around those lower lips, his tongue teasingly poking and prodding at the entrance.

20:53 Gyro Feather struggles as long as he can, lashing his tail and curling his hind legs out, but nothing he does stops the continued onslaught of the dragon as he was forced ever deeper into that belly. His head squishes down into the fluids below, forcing the stinging liquids up into his nares, before enough of him is pushed inside that he curls up out of it, sputtering hard. He finally manages to regian enough composure to call out to his captor, "Spit me out you brute! Bryce is going to wonder where I am!" He shouts back, hoping to engender some sort of sympathy. And yet, the swallows keep coming, until they're no more with just his form stuck in the glowing chamber. Using the light, the gryphon tries to force himself back up that gullet when brey swallows some air, getting a talon up it, though the shifting surface of the belly makes keeping it there quite difficult. All the while, a tingling fluid batters down against him. He wiggles and fights, causing his form to hsift beneath the dragon's belly scales while he squelches against the flesh.

21:14 Karrnak Emberstorm gives a soft moan as the drake's tongue slides along her moist folds, the kobold's nectar drooling from her cunt, each clench she gave rewarding her loyal servant with a small gush of her arousal. She reached a paw down to caress the male's head, her other paw grasping her breast, rolling her nipple against her palm, all the while her tail snaked downward. The flexible appendage rolled along Brey's bloated gut, feeling the prey within, nothing but meat now, in its rightful place. The tail curled around the dragon's cock once more, coiling, squeezing, working the shaft, rewarding him for the show he put on earlier. As Gyro shouts from within she giggles, smirking down at the stretched scales containing the avian as she rumbles, "Not to worry little thing, your friend will certainly find out where you are, as I'm certain whoever it is, they'll be following in your footsteps fairly soon. If not in his belly, then in mine."

21:21 Breythas let out a light gasp when he felt a sudden squeeze around his cock, translating into him pressing his own lips harder against Karrnak's slit, his tongue probing deep within, writhing about her innermost folds much as his prey wriggled about in his own guts. Though at this point he feels like demonstrating just a bit of initiative, lightly gripping his mistress then suddenly picking her up, resting himself onto his back on the couch, then gently placing the kobold on his writhing belly, letting her feel the form struggling within as his body slowly worked to turn it into pudge. He makes sure to position her so that he can get right back to work eating the female out, drinking down her delicious juices, perhaps sending a few trickles down to join the avian.

Within his gut, there was little hope of the air running out anytime soon, though that didn't stop the stomach from doing its job. A sudden shift and then a pressure from the new 'up' position would definitely be noticable, while the gurgling gut squeezes and presses into Gyro's form, the stomach walls smooth and thick, squishing against the avian. He would feel the slight tingle of acids seeping into his feathers, just a light tingling for right now, a sign of more to come.

21:41 Gyro Feather falls back into the stomach as the shift of gravity happens below him, causing him to tumble down into the juices below, splashing them up over his form as they work their magic at his flesh below the feathers and fur. He pushes back against the other creature's tail as it traces down over his form, drawing out a loud growl. "I'm...I've been at this for so long, I dont deserve to be in here," he growls back. The thick slime works its way into his body, and even gets into his beak, leaving him sputtering.

21:44 < Karrnak Emberstorm> (sorry, family is tugging me away over and over again)

21:46 < Gyro Feather> (Ya sorry about my own little hiccup there >.<

21:46 < Breythas> ((I've got stuff to keep me occupied, I get how life can be :P ))

22:04 Sandrook slips out of the bar, vanishing somewhere into the upstairs room with a heavy yawn. "[sub]Good night, make sure you leave money for drinks.[/sub]"

22:23 Breythas kept his focus on the main events, his tongue continuing to probe and dive deep over the intervening span of time, the pink, writhing appendage probing deep into the female's inner walls. He can taste and lick every inner ridge and every drop of nectar. Deep within, his stomach had plenty of time to work over the gryphon gurgling within, the thick walls squeezing down Gyro, rubbing the acids into his feathers. Every second that went by a torture for the poor creature, as fresh air kept cycling in and out, prolonging his fate, leaving him in a rapidly rising pool of stomach acid and what the dragon's guts could break off. Slowly reducing the bird from a struggling being to mere meat.

It was all, combined, a blissful sensation, and combined with his mistress's expert ministrations, it was enough to bring Breythas to his peak, the dragon eventually letting out deep rumbles of pleasure even as his face was still buried in the kobold's sex. Hot, thick ropes of dragon cum launched from the tip of his spear, gushing out and landing on top of the couple and on parts of the bed, the orgasm filling his form with pleasure until at last, he fell asleep - the combination of his release and a full belly causing him to slip into a bit of a food coma.

22:24 < Breythas> ((Alright guys, tag in yours and we'll call it a night :P ))

22:28 Karrnak Emberstorm groaned softly, the kobold tugging the dragon in close against her, trilling and crooning softly, wrapping arms around Brey's head, resting it against her scaly breasts. She curls her wings around her pet, wrapping him in her embrace, shifting diwn, grinding against the bulge of the former gryphon, giving her servant a place to work off his meal in comfort.

22:28 Gyro Feather soon finds himself exhausted as the constant sapping heat and the resistance of the belly to his movements drained his strength away. Even as that minor tingling turns into a painful burning sensation, he finds that he cant muster up enough of a fight to really call it much of a struggle, though his momvenets are enough to keep the dragon entertained. He can see his feathers falling off in the dim glow, followed by open sores welling up in his flesh. What a pitiful fate for an otherwise mighty predator. Even with the air cycling though, it can only hold back the tide of the thickening chmye for so long. The contractions from the orgasm finally force the bird beneath the liquid. It burns at his beak, and singes his throat, as he takes a gasp of it, and then passes out into the slush.