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Week21:Cockvore/Unbirth/Rebirth Story Shoutouts:Embryass
11 months ago
Well since I'm getting down to the bottom of my cock vore list I'm going to share some stories that I was bit more hesitant to share. In this case The Author of these Stories, a Ms. Embryass Night has deleted these stories quite a while ago. Normally I wouldn't share stories that I 100% know the author deleted, but in this case Embryass didn't spontaneously delete them instead she wrote a journal saying that she became frustrated with one of her illustrated choose your own adventure games in which she bit off more than she could chew. In her frustration she decided to nuke her account, but she said she would give everyone 2 weeks to download everything. So since she didn't delete everything because she was embarrassed or ashamed of her work and she allowed everyone to download her stuff I believe it's fine if I share some of her work below.
I'm going to share three stories, all of which involve the same choose your own adventure game. This game in particular was a text only game so you're not missing out on any illustrations. When I downloaded these stories I merely copied and pasted their contents to a word document and as such I might have missed some of the words that show what are the possible chooses so the character might be awkwardly be silent before the next paragraph happens. I'm also just gonna copy and paste the whole stories here in the journal/blog.
Path One: Tanuki
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
Ahh, our honored lord of the deep woods, Shinosuke…” The Kobold bites his tongue, debating adding a few more honorifics before shaking his head. “It’s unusual to board people in the dining room, but he demands constant service from the kitchen staff. It was his suggestion, and well, happy guest, happy… everyone?”
He shrugs and wrinkles his nose. “I get dizzy just being around them. It’s not that he’s hard to please, at all, he just never seems to stop… it’s one thing if you’re at your limit, but that man seems to have no limits.”
The kobold lifts the edge of the golden curtain and smiles. “Bring me back something, won’t you?”
Your guide is a little reluctant to show you to the tanuki's room. He keeps glancing back at you, making small talk and offering you bits of refreshments.
Finally, with a sigh and a bow, he noses open the wooden door leading into a dark room.
There are purple curtains hanging over all the walls and the ceiling. Dim blue crystals make it easy to see while also keeping the mood rather subdued and quiet. It smells of old smoke, roasted meats, and a lot of alcohol.
A few smaller tanuki attendants, not even your height, chatter in a corner as they prepare various foods, drinks, and organize trinkets. One of them looks up and waves as you come in.
Your charge, on the other hand, sits against a massive stack of pillows with a pipe in one hand and a red panda in the other. The mountain of a man chuckles, teasing it over and around his fingers before with a slick sucking pop he devours the little friend like a fresh noodle.
Lord Shinosuke is a beast of a Tanuki.
"Oh ho, you are CUTE. Get over here and give me a closer look, would you?"
You oblige, coming close. With an unceremonious sweep, he pulls you up onto his twin balls and grins. Despite your weight, he seems not to mind, and they must be the warmest, softest things you've ever had a chance to rest on.
"There we go... now, where were we? I know you're here to look after me and get me prim and proper for the ceremony, but let's be honest. I just want to have a good time. As nice as it is to be fussed over hand and foot, I need a buddy. So... for a little while, welcome to the party, buddy."
The tanuki grins a bushy grin and lifts the keg. You hear it slosh like waves on a nearby shore as the liquid inside comes about. "So, what do you say to a little toast?"
"Cheers!"
You oblige, coming close. With an unceremonious sweep, he pulls you up onto his twin balls and grins. Despite your weight, he seems not to mind, and they must be the warmest, softest things you've ever had a chance to rest on.
"There we go... now, where were we? I know you're here to look after me and get me prim and proper for the ceremony, but let's be honest. I just want to have a good time. As nice as it is to be fussed over hand and foot, I need a buddy. So... for a little while, welcome to the party, buddy."
The tanuki grins a bushy grin and lifts the keg. You hear it slosh like waves on a nearby shore as the liquid inside comes about. "So, what do you say to a little toast?"
"The Tanuki laughs, patting you and letting you rest against his thigh. “Ahh, I feel like a right proper boss now, haha! You just sit tight. Get that cork for me, will you..?”
You pry the stopper out, and the waft of sake you get when it pops out is enough by itself to make you feel a little light-headed.
You watch in mute horror as the Tanuki makes quick work of it. With freshly cooked vittles pulled from a table and the jug in the other, it only takes him minutes of eager chugging to down the whole thing.
When it’s done, he gives you an almost blank-eyed stare and smile.
"Cheers, Indeed."
You raise a hand in good cheer, and the Tanuki catches it and squeeze it in his own. With the other, he flicks the cork from the jug at his side. The strong smell of rice wine reaches your nose and almost knocks you off your feet. He rumbles, belly shaking as he lifts the clay decanter up to your lips.
“Cheers, friend!” The alcohol starts pouring out faster than you can drink. The mouth of the jug is wider than your own mouth, and it’s impossible not to lose most of it. “Just catch what you can! Don’t mind the mess. We’ll take care of that.”
Sake waterfalls against your lips. You catch as much as you please, gulping it down. For a hedon, you’re not surprised that he has only the finest… even with the strong fumes working up your system, the taste is smooth and immaculate. You lick your lips as some of it dribbles down your side.
Shinosuke hefts you up. A broad, reddish tongue escapes his muzzle and starts licking the spilled sake off of you. You gasp, and squirm, and watch wide-eyed as you see bits of spit and alochol gulped down. A clear view to that lovely maw. You can’t help but wonder of the fate of the tanuki’s prey, getting introduced to the same drink.
When it’s done, he takes a long swig and grins back at you.
“Once more!”
You press on...
This time, the Tanuki tips your head back and pours until he hears you gulping steadily. Your muscles slacken and you feel a sense of warmth and bliss starting to take you over. You suspect this isn’t just drink, but some sort of potent potable that the lord has cooked up. He counts until you’re sputtering for breath and then goes right into his next swig, laughing uproariously.
The other tanuki seem to be watching with amusement, clapping and chattering though their words are incoherent.
The world spins just a little.
The tanuki turns too, holding you tight and laughing. He licks you clean again, and plants a wet, furry, boozey kiss on your lips.
You chance a glance into the jug and see that it’s still half full. Your stomach lurches a little at the thought of putting down any more of the drink. The tanuki’s belly rises and falls, carrying you with it each time.
“Have a little of this, it’ll make it go down easier.”
He offers up one of his glazed skewers. It looks, smells, and goes down like finely cooked chicken. Then a few pieces of fruit, and… it sort of blurs from there. You drape over the tanuki’s belly as he feeds you, and you take some turns dropping snacks precariously close to the edge of his throat.
It might be luck you don’t end up a snack. When it’s done, though, he peers at the jug and chuckles.
“Almost there, bud. Do one more for me?”
You look up and immediately regret it as three tanuki smile back. You know it’s important to finish, but can you even manage? Will you even make the rest of your services, and how will you feel…?
You consider the tanuki’s words, and the words of the dragon and her staff carefully as you stare at the silvery liquid hiding inside the jug.
Throw in the towel.
You put your hands up, and close your eyes. “I yield! I cannot take another drop, I fear.”
The Tanuki grins. “Now, now, don’t beat yourself up. You put up a valiant fight… but this foe must be put down to its last! Ahh, my friend, come here and fill me up…”
He lifts the jug straight up and the raucous sound of sake pouring into his mouth continues for almost a minute. He doesn’t lose a single bit as he chugs the whole remaining thing in one go.
It tumbles down the side as he lets it go, a glazed look in his eyes as he paws at you. “There we go there we GO. C’mere, little buddy.”
The tanuki's breath is so strong with alcohol that it makes you dizzy being near. He sets down his empty jug and pulls you against him like a victorious warlord.
"You're far too fun! Far too kind, and ooh.. very soft..."
His touch is plush, and he is handling you with clumsy fierceness like some kind of toy.
He puts a kiss against your lips, thick tongue exploring yours and feeding more of that drunken haze into you.
"I hope Embryss can forgive me, but I'm feeling like a little party of our own..."
He squeezes you up, pressing you against his fuzzy barrel balls and now towering cock. The tip oozes and fountains with precum as he gives you a lecherous grin.
"Take a good hard look, pup! You're going to get to enjoy being this old fur's pride and joy." He lets out a thunderous chuckle and grabs you in both paws.
"There, there.. oop. Hold still will you?"
You do not hold still. So close to fulfilling your duties, too! But that cock throbs so lusciously. You can't help but feel your feet dance over it, making it swell with further anticipation.
It takes a few pokes, but eventually the tanuki wedges your feet into the little spreading hole at the tip.
"Down, down we go... you're going to make some old raccoon dogs very happy..."
The tanuki grins and leans back with a groan. The upward spurts of precum don't help you escape any faster. No, the yawning urethra makes a little more room for you and the slickness makes you go down faster. By the time your legs are in, they're gone. You slide hip-deep in the tanuki's swollen phallus and barely make the edges bulge.
"Oooh yeah. Keep wiggling like that! Ahh, you're adorable, buddy... lucky lucky me..."
The drunken raccoon dog slaps his hands against his balls like drums. Each shakes the fur, making him twitch and gush with pleasure. The impact makes him guffaw, and each thud marks you pulling a little deeper into him.
Warm, slippery, slimy... you get a rich taste of his building precum as your chin bumps down into the tip of his dick.
Even the tanuki's semen tastes of rich spirits, heedy and earthy and stealing your senses, replacing them with delirium and delight.
A warm splut engulfs you as you go further down into the male's cumhole. A faint bulge of your shape lowering down through his rod and twisting into his waiting balls. He grasps his tool, giving it a few hard pumps and groaning out when you start to push in.
A torrent of seed flows the other way, but does not push you free. No, the sticky mess seems to make room for you as the tanuki bathes himself in seemingly endless washes of white, sticky cream.
When it is done, he is breathless, and panting, and a right mess. It seems he blacks out before you do, leaving you to ponder through a thoughtless haze as you settle in, realizing that you are sinking deep into the raccoon dog's balls.
“Just you sit tight… or keep moving! That feels fantastic.”
Lord Shinosuke slumps back against the cushions and lets out a hiccup. The flow of cum abates and he settles back, almost dozing. You feel nothing but the heat and pure slickness of being inside the tanuki’s balls, and time drags on…
The unconscious Shinosuke is carried to the receiving room by a half dozen smaller of his clan. With an inelegant thud, he is thrown in an alcohol and cum-soaked mess onto the floor in front of the dragon and her guests.
Embryss raises an eyebrow and rumbles. "Oh. Oh my. I'm afraid that our festivities have to be cancelled..."
Moala, the shark, grimaces. "Oh, well, I am NOT surprised in the slightest. Shino has always been our most problematic guest."
"But one of the funnest," The grizzly in the corner laughs quietly. "For ruining our good time, I expect him to make it up to us and then some. Of course, I wouldn't think about trying again without inviting him."
The dragon goddess smiles and gives a little nod. "Indeed. I could feel his cheer from the other room, I swear..."
She tickles a claw against the sleeping tanuki's nuts. "As for this one... well... I'm sure sooner or later your new master will bumble into making some lovely little tanuki of you. Come visit me again when you've grown, hm?"
You know, you probably will.
Path 2: Bear
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
The kobold sighs fondly and nods towards a set of emerald curtains. “Missus Honeyback is always one of our more popular patrons. She has a habit of spoiling the staff here…” He gives you a meaningful look.
“If you fall for her, pray consider waiting until after the ceremony to express it. Oh, Embryss would scold me for saying so, but she’s… too sweet for many to resist.”
He parts the curtain and gestures you inside. “Well, off you go. Tell her Alba said hello, would you?”
A series of turns leads you to the further back, more calm parts of the tower. The room the kobold points you to has a regular door instead of a plain covering. He knocks twice before opening it and gesturing you inside.
Inside is a regal bedroom with all of the expected trappings. There is a wide vanity at one end, stacked with fur grooming supplies and what looks like small dyes. A trunk sits open with several sets of clothes draped over the sides. There is a little of short, purple carpeting leading up to an enormous bed.
Despite its size, it struggles to hold the ursine there. The bear leans up with a groan (or was that the bed frame?) and fixes you with a gentle smile.
Honeyback lives up to her name.
The ursine isn’t wearing any clothing at the moment. Her breasts, heavy and full, rest their full weight against her barrel of a chest. Muscle or fat, it’s hard to tell but there is nothing but raw power beneath that teddy bear exterior. The bear’s belly is round and thick, and you’re uncertain whether she’s with child or just has a very generous figure.
Her fangs remain mostly hidden, and the razor-sharp claws on her fingers seem almost toy-like when she wiggles the padded paws in greeting.
“Right on time as always! Do you want me to get you anything?”
You smile a moment before she remembers that you’re there to serve her, and not the other way around. “The uh, the kobold wanted to say hello.”
“Oh, isn’t he a darling? If he weren’t Embryss’, I’d be sorely tempted to take him home. I suspect I’ll be seeing him after we’re done here today, at least.”
The bear pats a wide mitt against the side of the bed.
“Don’t be shy now. I’d just like a little attention, is all.”
You clamber onto the bedside, though mounting the mattress is a bit like scaling a small hill. She helps you the rest of the way with a pull and sets you on her lap so that she can look you in the eye.
“Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a man or lady in company for years and years at a time. But it’s just the way of things, we come and go… and I can’t horde my family to just one person.” She shrugs and looks down at you. “I have a few itches that are a bit hard to scratch on my own, though. And I don’t want to wreck these bedposts.”
She smiles in a way that suggests she absolutely did not intend to make a sly aside there. “Just help me work out one or two of these and I’ll be fine…”
After a good, close cuddle session the grizzly is offering her bare bear body to you. You could just get to her shoulders and work out all those hard to reach kinks. It’s hard not to notice her breasts, though. It’s been a while since she’s had any children, but maybe there's still milk in there...? Of course, you could just throw caution to the wind and sniff out her honeypot.
You take Honeyback’s invitation for all it’s worth and crawl over her form. She growls in cheerful delight at your exploring hands, though her head raises a bit as you crawl down between her legs.
Her childbearing hips part and you’re greeted with the puffy, teardrop of her labia peeking out from her fur. The bear laughs and strokes your back with the soft side of her hand.
“I don’t mind if you take a good look. It’s been a long time since I had a good stud. Far too long since I’ve had any cubs.”
The bear’s thoughts seem to drift as she pushes you towards her honeypot. Her fingers find yours, and press them into the heat of her sex. The sudden shock of silky skin squeezing at your fingers takes hold.
Maybe you should take it a little easier...
If you can stop thinking about getting in that bear pussy.
You get lost in your thoughts and need for the bear wrapped around your hand already. Your other kneading paw catches upon the bear's thighs and she gives an amused rumble. "Oh, well, I can't deny a needy cub no matter how much I try. Get as close as you'd like, dearie."
As if the bruin gives you much choice. Her legs lift, thick thighs soft as clouds yet pinning your body between them. One fuzzy mitt lowers and she presses your face firmly against her groin. The strong scent of honey--sweet, thick, and potent wafts over your face.
The bear's netherlips kiss against yours. Soft, pudgy, and sweet, a pale pink parting to show a shiny ruby hiding within.
Honeyback lets out a deep, bassy growl and pushes harder at your face.
"It’s about time I had another cub at home. Just relax, and let me take it from here..."
With a thump, the brown bear rolls against the floor and sticks her hinders into the air. Her small teardrop of a pussy widens around your face.
Won't it hurt, you wonder? "Oh, no, you'll be fine. Or do you mean me? Hah! I've given birth to beasties much bigger than you. You're a delightful romp in the park compared to them. Oh, not to say you're too small.. no... mm. This is nice..."
A wet slurp wraps around your ears as darkness engulfs your vision. You didn't know that a woman could be this buttery smooth... or this powerful. Despite the tightness of her inner folds, she shoves you deep with a surge of pressure.
Neck... shoulders... chest. Rapidly being wrapped in the bear sow.
"That's it... come to momma..."
You hear before a wet squeeze, and squelch, and a whisper of a moan as you wiggle deeper into darkness.
But now you can't really hear much except the calm inner world of the bear. She takes you deep into her womb and closes you up there, with only a moment's respite before she is on her feet again.
A big paw pets you through the wall of her belly. "Get cozy, dear... I'll be taking care of you for a while now."
The fact that you cannot see Embryss does nothing to diminish her amused, vaguely disappointed gaze. As Honeyback and Moala gather in the hall, waiting for the third to attend the ceremony, she cannot help but gaze upon the bear's swollen belly.
"Just could not wait, could you?" Her voice rings clearly through your ears. The tip of an enormous talon teases against the bear’s belly bump.
"I suppose I can delay a little longer. Perhaps come again, once you've grown again proper... a bear in attendance would have a few advantages, after all! Maybe."
Honeyback's hand joins the dragon's talon against the curve of her stomach, where you lay beneath fur and mother's womb. The awkwardness passes, and they are all smiles.
Not shame but love. You feel the love of two mother's, and that tangible feeling bristles into a thick hide and fur as your body shifts into that of a bear. The process will take some time, but you have chosen this. She has chosen you.
And perhaps the ceremony will not take place now. But Embryss is patient, and this too is her will.
For now, you can look forward to a life in the loving care of Honeyback, and dream of the deep forests of Embryss....
Path 3: Dragon
In order for the player to get this next path they would have had to make each guest happy without being eaten. When I copied and pasted this I kind of skipped that part so it starts off normally and then the story kind of fast forwards/skips right after you made everyone happy.
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
It's quiet in here
You return to the lobby to find it quieter than before. The furs and other creatures milling about the halls have all gone off somewhere. All except for the kobold, who lets you freshen up and awaits your return.
“Bravo, my friend, and a good job at that. It seems like everyone is ready and happy to begin the reception. Of course, you’re expected to attend as well.” The kobold bows. “Allow me to escort you there.”
Your work is done. It's time for the ceremony.
You are escorted back to the Dragon’s Den. Unlike your first visit, it is lively and bustling now with dozens of creatures paying homage to Embryss. The display of foods and other delights here puts the selection of Shinosuke’s entorage to shame (though he no doubt had a hand in putting it together to begin with).
The kobolds are moving about busily making final preparations. You recognize the guests you serviced, and a few others as well.
It looks like you have time to speak to one before things get underway.
A deep rumble echoes through the chamber. Embryss’ voice shakes down to your spirit, and in the ensuing silence you can hear her speak loud and clear in your mind.
“Everyone, please let me reiterate my gratitude and welcome. Through these days I have come to appreciate your company, the chance to get to know you again and to learn what has developed across your realms and mine.
The dragon slouches forward, her claws slipping from beneath the enormous curtain as she places them on either side of a raised platform. The whole hall seems to be caught in the reflection of her golden eyes. “As it has always been, and always shall be, I am happy to consider your offerings. Those accepted will have an honored place within me, and be known for all of time.”
One by one, each of the guests lines up, prepared to present their gifts. Not lavish treasures or words of praise, but individuals selected from their charge to be considered by the empress.
Mo’ela carries her offering up braced between her arms, for the man has no way to walk on dry land on his own. The seal is an immaculate tan, fur looking more like warm milk chocolate when it ripples in the light. He is adorned with sapphires and pearls, and other jewels of the sea. He inclines his head and gives a whiskery smile when faced with Embryss up close.
Honeyback leads up a woman you’ve never seen before, not even in the thick of the party. A tall swan, whose viscious nails and beak have been shined and dulled to an artistic finish. Her feathers are painstakingly painted in gold patterns that tell her story in pictures and symbols alone. The swell of her breast raises in one long breath as she greets Embryss, and exhales.
Shinosuke gestures for a pair of tanuki to guide a third to the platform. The young maid is draped in green colored fineries, her brush tail bobbing with every step. From where you are standing, you can pick up a sweet scent, like sugared peach, from her shimmering fur. She fans her face and laughs as she comes to sit upon the offering platform.
There is silence and a shadowed contemplation as Embryss counts the offerings. Whatever method she uses for her choosing is an enigma to all present.
“To be offered at all is an honor, and though only one of you will join me today, fret not. You will have many days to come to bask in my love, and at the end of it all you will come to me knowing that you are mine.” With this consolation, her gaze settles upon the swan. After a slight nod, two kobolds approach her from either side and bid her to raise.
The others on the platform look on with a mix of joy and disappointment. The swan bows her long neck and smiles. “Your majesty. I cannot express how much this means to me.”
“You need not. Your heart is known to me.” Embryss smiles. “But it’s still nice to hear it.” Her head turns and she nods to Honeyback. “Your offering is accepted and honored. Thank you for what you have given today, and know that all will be given in return.”
With those words, her maw yawns wide. The savannah heat of her being peaks into the room, the rippling dark of her throat rising and falling with anticipation. Though in size the swan could not sate her, she is all too eager to receive the offering. The narrowed end of her tongue rolls out against the platform with a muted thump.
You stand witness with everyone as the kobolds lift the woman up onto the dragon’s tongue. Then it slowly curls backwards, drawing her into the god-queen’s mouth. Her lips close, her nostrils flare, and she sighs with pleasure. The swan can be seen for a moment, breaking into a jubilant flutter of wings before she’s taken in with a swallow that seems to make the earth move.
And then it is over.
When it is done, and the din has died down, the guests filter back into the palace. While a few do linger in the den, none stand between you and Embryss. The dragon queen looks down with a pleased smile.
“You have my gratitude. My guest’s hospitality means the world to me, and you’ve treated them all well.”
Her praise makes you feel a glow of warmth from within.
“It’s about time I retired to my nest… dreams to dream, futures to write. But there is still a matter of rewarding you. I wouldn’t simply ask your services and then release you into the wild without due compensation.”
The giant dragon smiles and flicks her tongue. “Of all things in my power, what would you ask for?”
Become her next egg.
“… it is a bit too much to ask,” you say.
Embryss’ eyes slit. “There is nothing I have not the power to give. I only ask your heart.”
Looking at the dragon, what fraction of the dragon you can see, you brace your hands and sigh. “If I could, I would be your egg. Your next egg, and… well, I don’t know from there.”
The dragoness seems to consider this for a moment, a moment that seems to go on forever. She leans close to you and her scales ripple down from her snout. “I understand why you’re nervous, but do not be.”
There's no assurance like a dragon's assurance
"Ah. It has been too long since anyone has chosen that reward. Spark of my heart...."
The dragon draws you up onto the palm of her hand. The scales, gold, are surprisingly soft as she draws you close to her face.
"Not for duty or reverence do you love me, hm? You know my love is to be shared amongst all that live in my realm. But no more diminished for that."
When she turns, the earth seems to move and shake. The movement of her hand, though slow, seems to pull you miles and miles in seconds. Wind whips through your air with an elated sigh as her face vanishes. Further, further down a treasure trove of gleaming belly until you catch the sight of her horizontal slit.
"You will have my warmth, and my strength. You will know my belly once more, and inherit my scales..."
She holds you up so that you may plant a kiss upon her monolithic clit. And then the wet heat of her draconic sex unfolds with anticipation.
Embryss is not a creature with whom you, or perhaps any could breed in their current form. When she offers her body open to you, it is a blessing you can barely comprehend.
With delicacy she places you against one of the faint wrinkles of her labia. You realize this is not a mere act, but a journey. Her true self spans miles--maybe even greater distances.
And her body is even deeper. For a moment you behold a yawning chasm of draconian pleasure, silver-dewed folds of her inner sex. What creature could sate this goddess of eld, you wonder, as she inclines you in with a gentle nudge of a talon.
Her heat is unfathomable, the heart of the sun itself but it does not burn nor parch your body. You are left swimming in the idea of warmth, and for a moment left to slide down into her fathomless dark.
And in another moment you are embraced, held from all sides by her body. What could be the force of a quake does not crush, but carress, and though you are held close your freedom is not impinged.
Embryss pulls you deeper. Deeper. Deeper still...
And though you are small to her she still lets out coos and roars of elation that could be heard across the land. Her honey runs like broad streams, some pushed up by the force of her exhultations, one catching you and ushering you more quickly into her womb.
Down, down, until it is narrow, and dark, and her inner gates squeeze against your fingertips. The dragon's cervix parts, taking you by the wrists like an eager lass giddy to run off to a private place for the first time. She pulls you in and you can't help but laugh with the shared excitement.
Her womb is cozy, meant for a clutch of dragon eggs though its immensity seems to diminish the longer you spend in her hold. The space of her smaller, but maybe you larger.
It gets calmer...
Embryss settles down into the endless luxuries of her nest. Your senses become lost in the rhythm of her body, your vision filled with welcoming dark but also the glow of stars. From within her, it feels as if every mile and every soul in the world is close by.
Another stillness takes hold over you as readily as a mother's love. The egg forms around you, as you are, and writing who you will be into your very spirit. It is true that all the world are her children, both within and without her belly for she is the embodiment of this world.
But there are children of the spirit and children of blood, and though you are a mote to her you feel her strength and her love slipping into your bones. Her breath and movement becomes tangible within your egg, taking what you are and making it dragon.
It will take long to grow. Weeks, months, maybe years, while the Mother exhalts in the feeling of an egg growing strong in her womb.
You are not alone here, and until the day you are laid, and hatched, and whole, your heart shall remain with hers, among the stars.
And you couldn't ask for anything more.
Lastly I know embryass had one more cockvore/rebirth story in her game called festival of the hunt, in which you hang out with a naga guy during a tournament but some other guy gets envious and in order to protect you the naga offers to vore you and if you choose cock vore its implied that he will use you later to impregnant a female. To get this route I think you needed to pick the first option whenever you make a choose.
This link leads to a forum in which Cameron653 has a link that leads to a mega download that has a RAR of her illustrated games.
https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic......bryss#p2882653
I really enjoyed all of Embryass stories she really knew how to do wholesome vore well and I hope that she is in a more mentally healthy place since she doesn't feel like she needs to create those games anymore.
Thank you so much Embryass for all your stories.
I just started a forum post, on Eka's Portal, in which I'm slowly going to write story ideas that involve vore that leads to rebirth. If you want to share some of your story ideas or want to share your opinion/ give a criticism of my story ideas or anyone else who posts there ideas please check it out here. Link Below
https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic......mp;amp;t=68339
I'm going to share three stories, all of which involve the same choose your own adventure game. This game in particular was a text only game so you're not missing out on any illustrations. When I downloaded these stories I merely copied and pasted their contents to a word document and as such I might have missed some of the words that show what are the possible chooses so the character might be awkwardly be silent before the next paragraph happens. I'm also just gonna copy and paste the whole stories here in the journal/blog.
Path One: Tanuki
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
Ahh, our honored lord of the deep woods, Shinosuke…” The Kobold bites his tongue, debating adding a few more honorifics before shaking his head. “It’s unusual to board people in the dining room, but he demands constant service from the kitchen staff. It was his suggestion, and well, happy guest, happy… everyone?”
He shrugs and wrinkles his nose. “I get dizzy just being around them. It’s not that he’s hard to please, at all, he just never seems to stop… it’s one thing if you’re at your limit, but that man seems to have no limits.”
The kobold lifts the edge of the golden curtain and smiles. “Bring me back something, won’t you?”
Your guide is a little reluctant to show you to the tanuki's room. He keeps glancing back at you, making small talk and offering you bits of refreshments.
Finally, with a sigh and a bow, he noses open the wooden door leading into a dark room.
There are purple curtains hanging over all the walls and the ceiling. Dim blue crystals make it easy to see while also keeping the mood rather subdued and quiet. It smells of old smoke, roasted meats, and a lot of alcohol.
A few smaller tanuki attendants, not even your height, chatter in a corner as they prepare various foods, drinks, and organize trinkets. One of them looks up and waves as you come in.
Your charge, on the other hand, sits against a massive stack of pillows with a pipe in one hand and a red panda in the other. The mountain of a man chuckles, teasing it over and around his fingers before with a slick sucking pop he devours the little friend like a fresh noodle.
Lord Shinosuke is a beast of a Tanuki.
"Oh ho, you are CUTE. Get over here and give me a closer look, would you?"
You oblige, coming close. With an unceremonious sweep, he pulls you up onto his twin balls and grins. Despite your weight, he seems not to mind, and they must be the warmest, softest things you've ever had a chance to rest on.
"There we go... now, where were we? I know you're here to look after me and get me prim and proper for the ceremony, but let's be honest. I just want to have a good time. As nice as it is to be fussed over hand and foot, I need a buddy. So... for a little while, welcome to the party, buddy."
The tanuki grins a bushy grin and lifts the keg. You hear it slosh like waves on a nearby shore as the liquid inside comes about. "So, what do you say to a little toast?"
"Cheers!"
You oblige, coming close. With an unceremonious sweep, he pulls you up onto his twin balls and grins. Despite your weight, he seems not to mind, and they must be the warmest, softest things you've ever had a chance to rest on.
"There we go... now, where were we? I know you're here to look after me and get me prim and proper for the ceremony, but let's be honest. I just want to have a good time. As nice as it is to be fussed over hand and foot, I need a buddy. So... for a little while, welcome to the party, buddy."
The tanuki grins a bushy grin and lifts the keg. You hear it slosh like waves on a nearby shore as the liquid inside comes about. "So, what do you say to a little toast?"
"The Tanuki laughs, patting you and letting you rest against his thigh. “Ahh, I feel like a right proper boss now, haha! You just sit tight. Get that cork for me, will you..?”
You pry the stopper out, and the waft of sake you get when it pops out is enough by itself to make you feel a little light-headed.
You watch in mute horror as the Tanuki makes quick work of it. With freshly cooked vittles pulled from a table and the jug in the other, it only takes him minutes of eager chugging to down the whole thing.
When it’s done, he gives you an almost blank-eyed stare and smile.
"Cheers, Indeed."
You raise a hand in good cheer, and the Tanuki catches it and squeeze it in his own. With the other, he flicks the cork from the jug at his side. The strong smell of rice wine reaches your nose and almost knocks you off your feet. He rumbles, belly shaking as he lifts the clay decanter up to your lips.
“Cheers, friend!” The alcohol starts pouring out faster than you can drink. The mouth of the jug is wider than your own mouth, and it’s impossible not to lose most of it. “Just catch what you can! Don’t mind the mess. We’ll take care of that.”
Sake waterfalls against your lips. You catch as much as you please, gulping it down. For a hedon, you’re not surprised that he has only the finest… even with the strong fumes working up your system, the taste is smooth and immaculate. You lick your lips as some of it dribbles down your side.
Shinosuke hefts you up. A broad, reddish tongue escapes his muzzle and starts licking the spilled sake off of you. You gasp, and squirm, and watch wide-eyed as you see bits of spit and alochol gulped down. A clear view to that lovely maw. You can’t help but wonder of the fate of the tanuki’s prey, getting introduced to the same drink.
When it’s done, he takes a long swig and grins back at you.
“Once more!”
You press on...
This time, the Tanuki tips your head back and pours until he hears you gulping steadily. Your muscles slacken and you feel a sense of warmth and bliss starting to take you over. You suspect this isn’t just drink, but some sort of potent potable that the lord has cooked up. He counts until you’re sputtering for breath and then goes right into his next swig, laughing uproariously.
The other tanuki seem to be watching with amusement, clapping and chattering though their words are incoherent.
The world spins just a little.
The tanuki turns too, holding you tight and laughing. He licks you clean again, and plants a wet, furry, boozey kiss on your lips.
You chance a glance into the jug and see that it’s still half full. Your stomach lurches a little at the thought of putting down any more of the drink. The tanuki’s belly rises and falls, carrying you with it each time.
“Have a little of this, it’ll make it go down easier.”
He offers up one of his glazed skewers. It looks, smells, and goes down like finely cooked chicken. Then a few pieces of fruit, and… it sort of blurs from there. You drape over the tanuki’s belly as he feeds you, and you take some turns dropping snacks precariously close to the edge of his throat.
It might be luck you don’t end up a snack. When it’s done, though, he peers at the jug and chuckles.
“Almost there, bud. Do one more for me?”
You look up and immediately regret it as three tanuki smile back. You know it’s important to finish, but can you even manage? Will you even make the rest of your services, and how will you feel…?
You consider the tanuki’s words, and the words of the dragon and her staff carefully as you stare at the silvery liquid hiding inside the jug.
Throw in the towel.
You put your hands up, and close your eyes. “I yield! I cannot take another drop, I fear.”
The Tanuki grins. “Now, now, don’t beat yourself up. You put up a valiant fight… but this foe must be put down to its last! Ahh, my friend, come here and fill me up…”
He lifts the jug straight up and the raucous sound of sake pouring into his mouth continues for almost a minute. He doesn’t lose a single bit as he chugs the whole remaining thing in one go.
It tumbles down the side as he lets it go, a glazed look in his eyes as he paws at you. “There we go there we GO. C’mere, little buddy.”
The tanuki's breath is so strong with alcohol that it makes you dizzy being near. He sets down his empty jug and pulls you against him like a victorious warlord.
"You're far too fun! Far too kind, and ooh.. very soft..."
His touch is plush, and he is handling you with clumsy fierceness like some kind of toy.
He puts a kiss against your lips, thick tongue exploring yours and feeding more of that drunken haze into you.
"I hope Embryss can forgive me, but I'm feeling like a little party of our own..."
He squeezes you up, pressing you against his fuzzy barrel balls and now towering cock. The tip oozes and fountains with precum as he gives you a lecherous grin.
"Take a good hard look, pup! You're going to get to enjoy being this old fur's pride and joy." He lets out a thunderous chuckle and grabs you in both paws.
"There, there.. oop. Hold still will you?"
You do not hold still. So close to fulfilling your duties, too! But that cock throbs so lusciously. You can't help but feel your feet dance over it, making it swell with further anticipation.
It takes a few pokes, but eventually the tanuki wedges your feet into the little spreading hole at the tip.
"Down, down we go... you're going to make some old raccoon dogs very happy..."
The tanuki grins and leans back with a groan. The upward spurts of precum don't help you escape any faster. No, the yawning urethra makes a little more room for you and the slickness makes you go down faster. By the time your legs are in, they're gone. You slide hip-deep in the tanuki's swollen phallus and barely make the edges bulge.
"Oooh yeah. Keep wiggling like that! Ahh, you're adorable, buddy... lucky lucky me..."
The drunken raccoon dog slaps his hands against his balls like drums. Each shakes the fur, making him twitch and gush with pleasure. The impact makes him guffaw, and each thud marks you pulling a little deeper into him.
Warm, slippery, slimy... you get a rich taste of his building precum as your chin bumps down into the tip of his dick.
Even the tanuki's semen tastes of rich spirits, heedy and earthy and stealing your senses, replacing them with delirium and delight.
A warm splut engulfs you as you go further down into the male's cumhole. A faint bulge of your shape lowering down through his rod and twisting into his waiting balls. He grasps his tool, giving it a few hard pumps and groaning out when you start to push in.
A torrent of seed flows the other way, but does not push you free. No, the sticky mess seems to make room for you as the tanuki bathes himself in seemingly endless washes of white, sticky cream.
When it is done, he is breathless, and panting, and a right mess. It seems he blacks out before you do, leaving you to ponder through a thoughtless haze as you settle in, realizing that you are sinking deep into the raccoon dog's balls.
“Just you sit tight… or keep moving! That feels fantastic.”
Lord Shinosuke slumps back against the cushions and lets out a hiccup. The flow of cum abates and he settles back, almost dozing. You feel nothing but the heat and pure slickness of being inside the tanuki’s balls, and time drags on…
The unconscious Shinosuke is carried to the receiving room by a half dozen smaller of his clan. With an inelegant thud, he is thrown in an alcohol and cum-soaked mess onto the floor in front of the dragon and her guests.
Embryss raises an eyebrow and rumbles. "Oh. Oh my. I'm afraid that our festivities have to be cancelled..."
Moala, the shark, grimaces. "Oh, well, I am NOT surprised in the slightest. Shino has always been our most problematic guest."
"But one of the funnest," The grizzly in the corner laughs quietly. "For ruining our good time, I expect him to make it up to us and then some. Of course, I wouldn't think about trying again without inviting him."
The dragon goddess smiles and gives a little nod. "Indeed. I could feel his cheer from the other room, I swear..."
She tickles a claw against the sleeping tanuki's nuts. "As for this one... well... I'm sure sooner or later your new master will bumble into making some lovely little tanuki of you. Come visit me again when you've grown, hm?"
You know, you probably will.
Path 2: Bear
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
The kobold sighs fondly and nods towards a set of emerald curtains. “Missus Honeyback is always one of our more popular patrons. She has a habit of spoiling the staff here…” He gives you a meaningful look.
“If you fall for her, pray consider waiting until after the ceremony to express it. Oh, Embryss would scold me for saying so, but she’s… too sweet for many to resist.”
He parts the curtain and gestures you inside. “Well, off you go. Tell her Alba said hello, would you?”
A series of turns leads you to the further back, more calm parts of the tower. The room the kobold points you to has a regular door instead of a plain covering. He knocks twice before opening it and gesturing you inside.
Inside is a regal bedroom with all of the expected trappings. There is a wide vanity at one end, stacked with fur grooming supplies and what looks like small dyes. A trunk sits open with several sets of clothes draped over the sides. There is a little of short, purple carpeting leading up to an enormous bed.
Despite its size, it struggles to hold the ursine there. The bear leans up with a groan (or was that the bed frame?) and fixes you with a gentle smile.
Honeyback lives up to her name.
The ursine isn’t wearing any clothing at the moment. Her breasts, heavy and full, rest their full weight against her barrel of a chest. Muscle or fat, it’s hard to tell but there is nothing but raw power beneath that teddy bear exterior. The bear’s belly is round and thick, and you’re uncertain whether she’s with child or just has a very generous figure.
Her fangs remain mostly hidden, and the razor-sharp claws on her fingers seem almost toy-like when she wiggles the padded paws in greeting.
“Right on time as always! Do you want me to get you anything?”
You smile a moment before she remembers that you’re there to serve her, and not the other way around. “The uh, the kobold wanted to say hello.”
“Oh, isn’t he a darling? If he weren’t Embryss’, I’d be sorely tempted to take him home. I suspect I’ll be seeing him after we’re done here today, at least.”
The bear pats a wide mitt against the side of the bed.
“Don’t be shy now. I’d just like a little attention, is all.”
You clamber onto the bedside, though mounting the mattress is a bit like scaling a small hill. She helps you the rest of the way with a pull and sets you on her lap so that she can look you in the eye.
“Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a man or lady in company for years and years at a time. But it’s just the way of things, we come and go… and I can’t horde my family to just one person.” She shrugs and looks down at you. “I have a few itches that are a bit hard to scratch on my own, though. And I don’t want to wreck these bedposts.”
She smiles in a way that suggests she absolutely did not intend to make a sly aside there. “Just help me work out one or two of these and I’ll be fine…”
After a good, close cuddle session the grizzly is offering her bare bear body to you. You could just get to her shoulders and work out all those hard to reach kinks. It’s hard not to notice her breasts, though. It’s been a while since she’s had any children, but maybe there's still milk in there...? Of course, you could just throw caution to the wind and sniff out her honeypot.
You take Honeyback’s invitation for all it’s worth and crawl over her form. She growls in cheerful delight at your exploring hands, though her head raises a bit as you crawl down between her legs.
Her childbearing hips part and you’re greeted with the puffy, teardrop of her labia peeking out from her fur. The bear laughs and strokes your back with the soft side of her hand.
“I don’t mind if you take a good look. It’s been a long time since I had a good stud. Far too long since I’ve had any cubs.”
The bear’s thoughts seem to drift as she pushes you towards her honeypot. Her fingers find yours, and press them into the heat of her sex. The sudden shock of silky skin squeezing at your fingers takes hold.
Maybe you should take it a little easier...
If you can stop thinking about getting in that bear pussy.
You get lost in your thoughts and need for the bear wrapped around your hand already. Your other kneading paw catches upon the bear's thighs and she gives an amused rumble. "Oh, well, I can't deny a needy cub no matter how much I try. Get as close as you'd like, dearie."
As if the bruin gives you much choice. Her legs lift, thick thighs soft as clouds yet pinning your body between them. One fuzzy mitt lowers and she presses your face firmly against her groin. The strong scent of honey--sweet, thick, and potent wafts over your face.
The bear's netherlips kiss against yours. Soft, pudgy, and sweet, a pale pink parting to show a shiny ruby hiding within.
Honeyback lets out a deep, bassy growl and pushes harder at your face.
"It’s about time I had another cub at home. Just relax, and let me take it from here..."
With a thump, the brown bear rolls against the floor and sticks her hinders into the air. Her small teardrop of a pussy widens around your face.
Won't it hurt, you wonder? "Oh, no, you'll be fine. Or do you mean me? Hah! I've given birth to beasties much bigger than you. You're a delightful romp in the park compared to them. Oh, not to say you're too small.. no... mm. This is nice..."
A wet slurp wraps around your ears as darkness engulfs your vision. You didn't know that a woman could be this buttery smooth... or this powerful. Despite the tightness of her inner folds, she shoves you deep with a surge of pressure.
Neck... shoulders... chest. Rapidly being wrapped in the bear sow.
"That's it... come to momma..."
You hear before a wet squeeze, and squelch, and a whisper of a moan as you wiggle deeper into darkness.
But now you can't really hear much except the calm inner world of the bear. She takes you deep into her womb and closes you up there, with only a moment's respite before she is on her feet again.
A big paw pets you through the wall of her belly. "Get cozy, dear... I'll be taking care of you for a while now."
The fact that you cannot see Embryss does nothing to diminish her amused, vaguely disappointed gaze. As Honeyback and Moala gather in the hall, waiting for the third to attend the ceremony, she cannot help but gaze upon the bear's swollen belly.
"Just could not wait, could you?" Her voice rings clearly through your ears. The tip of an enormous talon teases against the bear’s belly bump.
"I suppose I can delay a little longer. Perhaps come again, once you've grown again proper... a bear in attendance would have a few advantages, after all! Maybe."
Honeyback's hand joins the dragon's talon against the curve of her stomach, where you lay beneath fur and mother's womb. The awkwardness passes, and they are all smiles.
Not shame but love. You feel the love of two mother's, and that tangible feeling bristles into a thick hide and fur as your body shifts into that of a bear. The process will take some time, but you have chosen this. She has chosen you.
And perhaps the ceremony will not take place now. But Embryss is patient, and this too is her will.
For now, you can look forward to a life in the loving care of Honeyback, and dream of the deep forests of Embryss....
Path 3: Dragon
In order for the player to get this next path they would have had to make each guest happy without being eaten. When I copied and pasted this I kind of skipped that part so it starts off normally and then the story kind of fast forwards/skips right after you made everyone happy.
You have come at the request of none other than Empress and ruler of this land. The source of the sun and life itself, at the belly of whom exists the world. Embryss, Dragon Queen. The Dragon's Den, her attendants call it with amusement.
When she comes, it is the heat that strikes you first. Then the rumble as if the whole world shifts and quakes.
Red curtains part around her nose, and she leans her head out of her domicile and into your view. You are captured in the pupil of one brilliant vertical slit, copper and amber swirling with brilliance and light.
The dragoness lowers her head just in front of where you stand. It's like being in a sauna.
When she speaks, it takes the form of a soft, almost melodic voice. A whisper unbefitting the gales of breath from her flaring nostrils.
"Thank you so much for coming here," she says. "It's hard to find good help. And you come well reccomended. I trust you'll be able to behave yourself long enough to take care of things for me."
"I'm having an audience with several very important members of the territory. They will offer gifts, and I will receive them and grant them favor. Before that, though, they must be treated with the utmost hospitality."
Her lips curl up in a draconic smile. "Do this well, and you will be well rewarded. If, like your predecessors, you happen to give into temptation... well, I won't hold it against you."
Embryss winks a large dragon eye. "Mine is a place where you can persue your pleasure without fear or remorse. Still, when I find one who can do this for me, it'll be quite welcome."
"Are you up to the task?"
You nod.
"Good! Good. Now then. Let me tell you a little bit about who you're going to be servicing today. First of all is the our lady Mo'ela
"Honeyback is one of the older residents of Embryss
Shinosuke is... far more capable than meets the eye.
"Are you ready to carry on?"
I am.
"Good... now, remember that your task isn't to make them to behave or to serve their every whim. You're to offer them hospitality and make them feel at home."
The dragoness smiles, showing a brief shine of teeth before she shrugs her massive wings and fades back into the expanse behind her curtain. "Excellent. I have the utmost faith in you."
Report in
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
Greet the kobold
“Greetings, honored servant of our lady. It is a pleasure to be among the company of those chosen.” The kobold glances up at you, hiding his envy behind a smile and a tap of his pole. “You can call me Alba. All of our guests are currently awaiting service. You can visit them in any order you’d like, as long as you see to them all.”
Ask for Honeyback.
Ask for Mo'ela.
Ask for Shinosuke.
You find yourself in a nexus of one of Embryss’ towers. This, like many locations, seems to be a realm of quiet and comfort. More drapes line the walls in colors reminiscent of the mistress, red and gold. It is pleasantly warm here. Despite the fire roaring in a fire pit, it is not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
There’s a fountain of fresh spring water on the far side of the room and several couches for sprawling. All of the passages are clearly marked by color and the amount of coverings in rich fabrics.
A short, red-scaled kobold sits by one of the doorways, standing proud with a ceremonial spear held tight in his right hand. The creature’s gaze sweeps across the room and its occupants, but he remains otherwise silent.
It's quiet in here
You return to the lobby to find it quieter than before. The furs and other creatures milling about the halls have all gone off somewhere. All except for the kobold, who lets you freshen up and awaits your return.
“Bravo, my friend, and a good job at that. It seems like everyone is ready and happy to begin the reception. Of course, you’re expected to attend as well.” The kobold bows. “Allow me to escort you there.”
Your work is done. It's time for the ceremony.
You are escorted back to the Dragon’s Den. Unlike your first visit, it is lively and bustling now with dozens of creatures paying homage to Embryss. The display of foods and other delights here puts the selection of Shinosuke’s entorage to shame (though he no doubt had a hand in putting it together to begin with).
The kobolds are moving about busily making final preparations. You recognize the guests you serviced, and a few others as well.
It looks like you have time to speak to one before things get underway.
A deep rumble echoes through the chamber. Embryss’ voice shakes down to your spirit, and in the ensuing silence you can hear her speak loud and clear in your mind.
“Everyone, please let me reiterate my gratitude and welcome. Through these days I have come to appreciate your company, the chance to get to know you again and to learn what has developed across your realms and mine.
The dragon slouches forward, her claws slipping from beneath the enormous curtain as she places them on either side of a raised platform. The whole hall seems to be caught in the reflection of her golden eyes. “As it has always been, and always shall be, I am happy to consider your offerings. Those accepted will have an honored place within me, and be known for all of time.”
One by one, each of the guests lines up, prepared to present their gifts. Not lavish treasures or words of praise, but individuals selected from their charge to be considered by the empress.
Mo’ela carries her offering up braced between her arms, for the man has no way to walk on dry land on his own. The seal is an immaculate tan, fur looking more like warm milk chocolate when it ripples in the light. He is adorned with sapphires and pearls, and other jewels of the sea. He inclines his head and gives a whiskery smile when faced with Embryss up close.
Honeyback leads up a woman you’ve never seen before, not even in the thick of the party. A tall swan, whose viscious nails and beak have been shined and dulled to an artistic finish. Her feathers are painstakingly painted in gold patterns that tell her story in pictures and symbols alone. The swell of her breast raises in one long breath as she greets Embryss, and exhales.
Shinosuke gestures for a pair of tanuki to guide a third to the platform. The young maid is draped in green colored fineries, her brush tail bobbing with every step. From where you are standing, you can pick up a sweet scent, like sugared peach, from her shimmering fur. She fans her face and laughs as she comes to sit upon the offering platform.
There is silence and a shadowed contemplation as Embryss counts the offerings. Whatever method she uses for her choosing is an enigma to all present.
“To be offered at all is an honor, and though only one of you will join me today, fret not. You will have many days to come to bask in my love, and at the end of it all you will come to me knowing that you are mine.” With this consolation, her gaze settles upon the swan. After a slight nod, two kobolds approach her from either side and bid her to raise.
The others on the platform look on with a mix of joy and disappointment. The swan bows her long neck and smiles. “Your majesty. I cannot express how much this means to me.”
“You need not. Your heart is known to me.” Embryss smiles. “But it’s still nice to hear it.” Her head turns and she nods to Honeyback. “Your offering is accepted and honored. Thank you for what you have given today, and know that all will be given in return.”
With those words, her maw yawns wide. The savannah heat of her being peaks into the room, the rippling dark of her throat rising and falling with anticipation. Though in size the swan could not sate her, she is all too eager to receive the offering. The narrowed end of her tongue rolls out against the platform with a muted thump.
You stand witness with everyone as the kobolds lift the woman up onto the dragon’s tongue. Then it slowly curls backwards, drawing her into the god-queen’s mouth. Her lips close, her nostrils flare, and she sighs with pleasure. The swan can be seen for a moment, breaking into a jubilant flutter of wings before she’s taken in with a swallow that seems to make the earth move.
And then it is over.
When it is done, and the din has died down, the guests filter back into the palace. While a few do linger in the den, none stand between you and Embryss. The dragon queen looks down with a pleased smile.
“You have my gratitude. My guest’s hospitality means the world to me, and you’ve treated them all well.”
Her praise makes you feel a glow of warmth from within.
“It’s about time I retired to my nest… dreams to dream, futures to write. But there is still a matter of rewarding you. I wouldn’t simply ask your services and then release you into the wild without due compensation.”
The giant dragon smiles and flicks her tongue. “Of all things in my power, what would you ask for?”
Become her next egg.
“… it is a bit too much to ask,” you say.
Embryss’ eyes slit. “There is nothing I have not the power to give. I only ask your heart.”
Looking at the dragon, what fraction of the dragon you can see, you brace your hands and sigh. “If I could, I would be your egg. Your next egg, and… well, I don’t know from there.”
The dragoness seems to consider this for a moment, a moment that seems to go on forever. She leans close to you and her scales ripple down from her snout. “I understand why you’re nervous, but do not be.”
There's no assurance like a dragon's assurance
"Ah. It has been too long since anyone has chosen that reward. Spark of my heart...."
The dragon draws you up onto the palm of her hand. The scales, gold, are surprisingly soft as she draws you close to her face.
"Not for duty or reverence do you love me, hm? You know my love is to be shared amongst all that live in my realm. But no more diminished for that."
When she turns, the earth seems to move and shake. The movement of her hand, though slow, seems to pull you miles and miles in seconds. Wind whips through your air with an elated sigh as her face vanishes. Further, further down a treasure trove of gleaming belly until you catch the sight of her horizontal slit.
"You will have my warmth, and my strength. You will know my belly once more, and inherit my scales..."
She holds you up so that you may plant a kiss upon her monolithic clit. And then the wet heat of her draconic sex unfolds with anticipation.
Embryss is not a creature with whom you, or perhaps any could breed in their current form. When she offers her body open to you, it is a blessing you can barely comprehend.
With delicacy she places you against one of the faint wrinkles of her labia. You realize this is not a mere act, but a journey. Her true self spans miles--maybe even greater distances.
And her body is even deeper. For a moment you behold a yawning chasm of draconian pleasure, silver-dewed folds of her inner sex. What creature could sate this goddess of eld, you wonder, as she inclines you in with a gentle nudge of a talon.
Her heat is unfathomable, the heart of the sun itself but it does not burn nor parch your body. You are left swimming in the idea of warmth, and for a moment left to slide down into her fathomless dark.
And in another moment you are embraced, held from all sides by her body. What could be the force of a quake does not crush, but carress, and though you are held close your freedom is not impinged.
Embryss pulls you deeper. Deeper. Deeper still...
And though you are small to her she still lets out coos and roars of elation that could be heard across the land. Her honey runs like broad streams, some pushed up by the force of her exhultations, one catching you and ushering you more quickly into her womb.
Down, down, until it is narrow, and dark, and her inner gates squeeze against your fingertips. The dragon's cervix parts, taking you by the wrists like an eager lass giddy to run off to a private place for the first time. She pulls you in and you can't help but laugh with the shared excitement.
Her womb is cozy, meant for a clutch of dragon eggs though its immensity seems to diminish the longer you spend in her hold. The space of her smaller, but maybe you larger.
It gets calmer...
Embryss settles down into the endless luxuries of her nest. Your senses become lost in the rhythm of her body, your vision filled with welcoming dark but also the glow of stars. From within her, it feels as if every mile and every soul in the world is close by.
Another stillness takes hold over you as readily as a mother's love. The egg forms around you, as you are, and writing who you will be into your very spirit. It is true that all the world are her children, both within and without her belly for she is the embodiment of this world.
But there are children of the spirit and children of blood, and though you are a mote to her you feel her strength and her love slipping into your bones. Her breath and movement becomes tangible within your egg, taking what you are and making it dragon.
It will take long to grow. Weeks, months, maybe years, while the Mother exhalts in the feeling of an egg growing strong in her womb.
You are not alone here, and until the day you are laid, and hatched, and whole, your heart shall remain with hers, among the stars.
And you couldn't ask for anything more.
Lastly I know embryass had one more cockvore/rebirth story in her game called festival of the hunt, in which you hang out with a naga guy during a tournament but some other guy gets envious and in order to protect you the naga offers to vore you and if you choose cock vore its implied that he will use you later to impregnant a female. To get this route I think you needed to pick the first option whenever you make a choose.
This link leads to a forum in which Cameron653 has a link that leads to a mega download that has a RAR of her illustrated games.
https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic......bryss#p2882653
I really enjoyed all of Embryass stories she really knew how to do wholesome vore well and I hope that she is in a more mentally healthy place since she doesn't feel like she needs to create those games anymore.
Thank you so much Embryass for all your stories.
I just started a forum post, on Eka's Portal, in which I'm slowly going to write story ideas that involve vore that leads to rebirth. If you want to share some of your story ideas or want to share your opinion/ give a criticism of my story ideas or anyone else who posts there ideas please check it out here. Link Below
https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic......mp;amp;t=68339
