Meeting Vixen pt. 04

Pt. 01

Pt. 02

Pt. 03

I assumed that the ritual was ready when the cobra was removed from her uncomfortable-looking resting place. I had asked her to explain what was going on when they started to paint her; she’d been painted with summoning runes and blessed by the priestess. We’d both been forced to drink more of the wine she had offered me before, which she calmly explained was an aphrodisiac for her people, and would simply make my scent more potent. I sputtered and hissed – wasn’t this the same stuff we’d drunk before? What did that say of her intent? She simply shrugged.

I was painted as well. The marks matted my fur and soaked into my skin, and felt hot in a way that made me want to bathe. The snakes among the black-painted throng were starting to get restless, and I saw the cobra’s cock emerge from its scaled sheath. I could feel my hackles rising and my skin starting to crawl as I got the gist of what her part in this was.

The priestess began a chant that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. Her followers took it up as well, until it filled my ears and my mind and put me into a half-dream state. I watched as the cobra was untied from her altar, watched her sway to me, saw the hunger in her eyes. She seemed indistinct, confusing. I felt her break into my comfort zone, felt smooth scales against my painted fur, felt the matching drumbeat in her chest against mine. Her arms braced against the pole behind my head, her hips pressed against my thighs and rose, pushing herself between my legs, against me, into me.

There was an instant of clarity when I felt her enter. A moment of pain while my body adjusted to the size of the invader. I saw the swaying snakes in the group, the focused look on the priestess’ face. The flash of blue and red as my beloved demons thrashed just outside the circle. I felt Dashel scream, more than heard him. I felt Abadon’s annoyance. Then the moment of pain and clarity passed, and the cobra thrust further into me while I gasped.

Pull, thrust, pull, thrust. Some part of my mind wondered how long I’d been here, pinned by this snake, with this drumbeat in my ear. Pull, thrust. I felt fluid running down my thigh, and wondered who it had come from, and closed my eyes.

I saw the cobra before me, glowing in some bright magenta. She writhed and stroked her member. Behind her, Abadon swam in the Elsewhere, becoming infuriated as it was pulled toward the mortal snake. It seemed that the cobra was a gateway. Or perhaps a funnel. I saw and felt the demon pulled into her, felt her shudder against me, tensing, and then felt her throb inside me. The demon flooded my mind.

It refused to touch my personality. I could feel its disgust at this tiny vessel, heard its otherworldly hiss in my mind: “Give yourself to me,” and I did as it asked.

I watched, as though from another place, as the ropes binding me fell off of my wrists in green flames, watched the usual light glow of my eyes take on a flame as well, and saw the pole I had been attached to shatter. The throng screamed and scattered, the  priestess fell into a prostrate bow. My body shoved the cobra aside, and she fell as though dead. The barrier that had protected this place from Abadon’s kind cracked, and I felt Haver crushing it from the Elsewhere, beating himself against it in order to get through. A ring of green fire closed around the clearing, holding the mortals inside and igniting those who would get too close.

“You insult me,” the demon said through my mouth, directed at the priestess. The snake looked up, horrified. “You are mad, and I become annoyed at your constant pestering. Leave me be. Leave those blessed by me alone.” The voice was too big for me, foreign and terrifying in my ears. The ring around the clearing faded, and the cult fled, leaving only the two snakes, myself and my swarming demons.

“My children,” Abadon greeted my four. It sounded pleased. I held out my hand to Dashel, stroked lovingly along the side of his head. “How I have missed you!” I felt that the demon’s words were true.

“Abadon, Master,” she priestess whimpered, and pulled at my legs. The demon’s disgust shocked me in its intensity. I kicked the snake away with more force than I could muster on my own, and she went sprawling.

“I am no master of yours, insulting, stupid little mortal. Your life offends me. Begone before I remove it,” the demon sneered, and sent the mad priestess to a long-forgotten island with a swirl of green flames. Clearly she would not trouble me again.

“I will leave you now, Birthright,” it told me. “Do not abuse my children.” I felt affection there and agreed. The demon left my mind and body and I sagged. Tiel moved behind me and caught me in a loop of his coils before I hit the ground. I thanked the winged Demon Lord as the world went dark.

~

I woke because Tiel was screaming in his ear-shattering demonic voice. I blinked and held my pounding forehead. I was curled in Tiel’s blue coils. I peered over the top of one portion of tail and saw him, fangs bared, fending off the cobra. Caena hissed from behind me and Tiel turned his head to me.

“The cobra wishes to abuse you further,” Dashel explained from my left, and I turned to him. “She claims to want to help you.” Ah, my dear Dashel, reader of intent, past and present. “When I pointed out her lies, she said that it was owed to her. Tiel took offense on your behalf.”

I ran my hand over Tiel’s blue scales. “I think I owe her nothing. I want to go home.”

“As you wish,” Dashel replied, and a swirling cloud of jade green swept me away. I felt the cobra’s frustration as I vanished, and smirked.

The trip was not a complete loss, however. I was greatly inspired by the whole thing, and painted most of it, memories captured for display, even if no one would believe me. I have a gallery showing in a month or two to display this collection. It should be an interesting experience.

Proffer

My husband's fursona is perhaps a bit more flirty than his human counterpart in my mind. Which is saying something, cause he can be quite the flirt.

Midnight Summoning

Dang. Her thing is like... dang.

Meeting Vixen pt. 03

Pt. 01
Pt. 02


I looked for the cobra. I am, generally, a fairly kind person, but this time my desire to help someone was out of fear. An ally would be better now than being alone here.

When my eyes found her, I found odd restraints on her arms went from her wrists nearly to her elbows. They were richly decorated, and looked to be made both to restrain and adorn. I also found out that the purple object I had seen out of the corner of my eye had been a phallus. I stared for a moment, as I’d never seen a snake member before and it seemed… angry. She suggested that I help her out of her restraints.

The shackles released from a hook on the outer edges, far out of the reach of the captive’s hands. They were lined with soft leather, but she rubbed her wrists anyway and motioned me to be quiet.

“Listen,” she said softly, dulling her hiss as much as possible. “You crawl out. They will expect that. Distract them. They will not harm you.” She was making odd swaying motions that seemed like fidgeting.

“What will you do?” I replied.

“I will surprise them,” she said simply, edging her swaying body backwards and looking like she was about to go for my neck. I nodded quickly and crawled forward as my legs tingled horribly beneath me. The snakeskin was easy enough to move out of the way. On either side, I saw black-painted animals. A boar stood guard by the door, but he was distracted by something just outside the clearing. I couldn’t help but follow his eyes.

I saw a flash of blue, and heard a scream. Nearby there was a long, silver body moving through the trees. Ah, so my snakes hadn’t forgotten me. Caena was on the other side of me, watching with those eerie eyes and baring fangs at anyone stupid enough to assume that being blind made her weak. Haver was, no doubt, in the Elsewhere looking for a way past the barriers that kept them from me. I only needed to get out of the clearing.

The guard was to my right, so I crawled left. In my mind I debated trying to save the cobra, but desperation won out. I just wanted to be protected. I didn’t make it very far, however; I heard the boar scream and was almost instantly surrounded by black figures. The important ones had a red stripe on their foreheads, and they were the ones that debated what to do with me. I assume that’s what they were saying, anyway. The red and black snake settled the matter. Her very presence cleared an opening in the ring of figures so that she could see me. She smirked, grabbed my leg and pulled me to the fire pit. The fire had been doused and a weirdly decorated pole was erected in the ashes. There was a ring on the other side, above head height, and another about a foot above the ground, a few inches above two smaller poles that protruded from the larger one. The snake hissed orders, and I was hefted up, my wrists bound and tied to the top ring, and my ankles tied to the lower ring. My feet rested on the smaller poles, and the position spread my legs if I tried to be comfortable. It was incredibly awkward and I didn’t like the way my entire front was exposed. The red and black snake, however, seemed pleased.

I was facing the hut, and saw the cobra leave it. The black-painted throng was otherwise distracted. She gave me a glance like pity, and vanished behind the hut. I assumed that she’d fled. She did manage to hide herself fast enough; when two guards went into the hut to retrieve her, they came back empty handed and reported to the red and black snake, who shook her rattle in irritation and ordered a search of the clearing.

While the black throng searched, she slid around behind me. I could see her if I squirmed. Her touch was on my thigh, now only vaguely tingling. My crotch had all of its nerves intact, and I did my best not to react when I felt her fingers there. It was almost impossible not to squirm as her digits probed me, and I bit my lip.

There was a shout, and the cobra was tugged into view. She had fangs bared, and the big cat pulling her had two bleeding puncture wounds in his chest. He was breathing hard, and I doubt that he lived. It didn’t occur to me to check. Two others took over for him when he collapsed, and the captive was brought forward, lashing furiously and hissing, before the red and black madwoman.

The black and red snake smiled. It was not pleasant. Her eyes were madly hungry for something. She hissed, and the cobra was tied to a pile of rocks—a makeshift altar, I think. The cobra became still after she’d been restrained.

I must have looked terrified, because she started talking to me: “Do not fear, feline. Your demons come. The madwoman’s plan will not work.”

“What plan?” I asked. I’m always curious. It was a bad time to ask questions, but it was hard for me to take solace in the idea that something wouldn’t work if I didn’t know what wasn’t working.

“She would bind you with Abadon, and so have her Deity in flesh. She thinks that your body will be a good vessel, for you already house some of the demon’s power. She is wrong.” She looked so calm. I wished, almost, that I knew whatever she knew. Almost.

“H-how?” I squeaked. I would have had more composure, but a black-painted underling had inserted his finger where it should not have been while his mistress was distracted. The cobra hissed, and he scampered. I think he feared that she would make a racket. I swallowed and shifted, trying to find a more modest position.

“It is an ancient ceremony,” the cobra said, eyeing me in a way that made me bristle. This was my ally and she couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering either. “It is entirely carnal. A way to entice the demon to flesh. It has not worked in centuries. The cult lacks certain magics.”

A rattling behind me caused the cobra to stop talking. I felt a hand on my hip, sliding upward, and turned to see the perpetrator. The madwoman, of course. I focused on my surroundings while her hands roamed; I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. I saw Tiel weaving between trees like a blue ribbon, and Caena swaying just behind the shadows. I felt Dashel puzzling over something. The fact that I could actually feel him at all escaped my notice, as the sensation had settled over me slowly and it was comfortable. Normal.

I hissed and snapped my teeth at the snake when she let her hand get close enough. Never let it be said that I intended to take this lying down.

Pt. 04

What a place to leave off! So graceless! Ah well.

...Does anybody even read this thing? o_O

T&A

I don't know if this actually counts as porn. It was pretty much just me doing some sketches of the part of a lady I like best: the torso. And the boobs, of course, but I do like the whole torso.