A second excellent story from  adouro

Arches of light flew across the sky, ripping open the rolling grey that blanketed the once calm lands just below. Tall, golden grass whipped and flailed, bending in utter obedience to the winds that had been buffeting the open plains with such sudden and unbound aggression. The few trees that dotted the endless stretch had already lost a great many of their branches and most had been stripped bare of their leaves entirely. Sodden earth squelched and splattered, the dry and cool surface shifted by flood like rains into great pools of mud and drowned plant life. The melodious, soothing warbles and chatter of the birds had been here just moments ago, filling the otherwise silent, calm air and welcoming any travelers who had been blessed enough to bear witness to such massive expanses of gold, green, and amber. Now, drowned out completely by the unrelenting roar of the winds and the furious rumbles that bellowed through the tumultuous black and grey, not a creature dared stir from the shelters they had managed to find in the wake of the powerful, merciless beast that raged above.

A silhouette darted through the flailing grasses, parting the sea of green and gold as it braved the torrential rains and battering, monstrous winds. Lightning flashed once more across the sky, illuminating the plains for a mere instant to reveal a long grey tail tipped with violet fur swishing about behind the cloaked, oddly small figure. The roll of thunder seemed to break the creature's focus for but a moment, its movements ceased and a hooded head tilted upwards to stare into the violent spectacle that had interrupted it's pleasant evening. Rain had easily overwhelmed the creature, completely soaking through its modest garb and matting grey fur to black flesh. Every snap of a weary branch or violent gust of the wind forced two perky ears atop its skull to twitch and flick about in a vain attempt to absorb all the sounds that the storm tried to deafen it with.

Despite the biting cold, despite the battering winds, despite the rains that soaked this poor creature to the bonen a wide, innocent smile decorated its canine face.
"You're an odd one." An obviously masculine voice rose from his gently shivering form but not a hint of discomfort laced his words. Instead it seemed he reveled in the storm, pulling his hood back off his drenched head and shaking it about with a wide grin. He had to get some shelter eventually though. He may have been enjoying himself but even he could fall ill, especially given the intensity of these winds.

After another moment of standing stagnant and watching the beast above, Adouro quietly chuckled and lifted his hood, covering his head as best he could with the sopping cloth. A quick scan of the horizon showed him little else beyond flowing grasses and infinite grey skies. Though another look helped him make out a small enclave of trees, albeit gnarled trees, and dense undergrowth. Good enough. Better than out here, he mused. Falling close to the earth as he had before, Adouro began his journey again, taking the slightest of detours to wait out this awful, gorgeous tempest.

Always quick on his feet, it took little effort or time to reach the treeline of the grove. Though, by the time he had reached it he was shivering terribly, teeth clattering so badly that not even a firm clench of his jaw could cease the obnoxious quaking. A low groan rose from him as he held himself, rubbing his arms as another gust of wind battered at his form. "You're a dangerous one too." He hadn't prepared for something such as this. He hadn't any need. Not ten minutes ago this plain was empty and calm. He dressed modestly at least. A black, albeit tattered cloak with a hood and grey, ragged pants hid his lithe frame. A satchel was slung off to the side, attached by a strap across his shoulder and another laced through his belt loops. A quick flick of his thumb opened the flap of said satchel but after a moment of rummaging through he could only groan. He hadn't any extra clothes. Again, he hadn't thought there'd be any need for them. A small blanket was there at least. That'd help.

Unbuckling the strap of his satchel and lifting the weight from his shoulder, Adouro slung the bag onto a branch just above him. He began with his cloak, quickly unclasping the metal hook just below his collarbone and peeling the cloth from his fur with a quivering sigh. Blasted rain. Any other day and he'd be enjoying himself. Thoroughly, in fact. But this beast in particular seemed to be focused entirely on making him miserable. Cold and wet, tired, dirty and with little shelter to aid him, Adouro soon found himself hating this journey. It was supposed to be a short trip through the plains to a town a mere five miles from his own village. But no. Things just had to be difficult for him.

An exhausted grunt rose from him as he slung the tattered garb over a branch, his idle paw fumbling with the knot of his pants. He always tied them just a little too tight. Moving across the grove towards his satchel and growling down at his quivering fingers, Adouro finally lost his already waning patience and ripped the knot out. Yet still they refused to cooperate as the cloth peeled slowly from his flesh, sending another wave of shivers up his spine. Caring little for the now damaged pants, he tossed them aside with a huff and reached up towards his bag. Which wasn't there.

"Where..." It was here but a moment ago.... wasn't it? He was sure. His cloak was still there. And, last he checked, his satchel was on the same branch. But no, there was a considerable lack of a warm, dry blanket filled bag right about here. Quickly turning and scanning the glade revealed nothing. How'd he lose it? Another turn. Nothing. An almost hysteric smile started on his face when he looked back to the branch and was once more greeted by an empty space.

"Perfect. Just... wonderful. A beautiful day turned into a shivering hell in the middle of nowhere in the heart of this..." He didn't bother to finish. A waste of his breath and energy. He merely growled now and grit his teeth, more to stop the shaking than to express his annoyance. Adouro kicked at the grass, rather, he tried to. His foot caught and the momentum sent his open, cursing maw into the mud below.
The breaking point definitely wasn’t pretty. The fox, despite how exhausted he felt, shot up to his feet in an instant, growling down at the soaked earth beneath him as his paws dug in, kicking up massive chunks of mud that splattered loudly against the trees. “Gods damned pain in my ass!” Several more obscenities came spewing from his snarling maw, most of it coming out as gibberish rather than an insult due to the lingering bits of mud and grass in his teeth. His tantrum went on for quite a while, though he seemed content enough with digging up the earth and punting globs of mud around the grove for the time being.

He gave a final kick into the earth and spit into the impressive hole he had made, grumbling as he flicked his foot out to cast off the mud that had cached his freezing fur. An especially violent wave of shivers made their way up his back, his teeth clattering and eyes shutting hard to try and ignore the bite of the cold. To no avail, of course. The winds only seemed to have gotten worse since he’d found the shelter of this little grove. Not to mention the rain coming down even harder than before, one sheet after another of fat droplets soaked into his fur all the more and ailed him with another violent wave of shivers.

Damn. Anything would do at this point, really. Anything would be better than standing out in the open, soaked by the rain while one layer of mud after another weighed down his paws and cached his legs. A quick scan of the area showed him a little pond, clouded in brown and growing larger by the second from the rains. Shrugging and giving a little growl, the silver fox hopped over to the pool and started washing the mud out of his fur. It’d probably make him colder because he was getting wet again but it was better than being painfully uncomfortable.

It didn’t take long to scrub the mud from his fur but given that it was a rushed job, he didn’t do a very thorough job of it.. He wanted to get out of the open as quickly as he could He picked a rather large clump from his thigh and flicked it away, sighing as the fatigue from such a long day finally started catching up with him. His limbs fell heavy at his sides and a short yawn escaped him as he started to get up.

More accurately, he tried to get up. On his first attempt he was caught and fell forward, splashing into the little pond and sending up a shower of muddy water. Great. His little wash was suddenly all for nothing. Digging his claws into the ground and rising again, he managed to hop up to his feet and stare down at whatever had snagged on him. A strained grunt came as Adouro tried to hop up and break the hold of whatever had snagged him. Whatever said thing was must have been strong, refusing to budge even with all his resistance, pulling him down to crash into the pond again.

His tolerance at it's end, the fox rose and tried to yank his foot from it's confines. To no avail. Another series of growls and curses escaped him as he wildly flailed and thrashed. After several painfully long minutes of pulling and clawing at what he could only assume was a vine, Adouro calmed just long enough to catch his breath, staring down at the... tail? No, it couldn't be. It was far too thick to be a tail. As his paw approached the seemingly scaly surface, it shifted, tugging at his ankle and inching its way up his calf.

Utter dread surged through his aching body, bringing about a new wave of energy and a panicked yip from his quivering lips. Digging his paws into the tail and frantically tugging at the advancing mass of scales, Adouro refused the powerful appendage with all his might. As if responding in kind to his apprehension, the coil doubled its approach and quickly, almost effortlessly encased the entirety of his left leg. His own efforts never ceased, instinct urging him all the more to escape as the tail squeezed his thigh and began to lift him from the muddy earth.

His claws shot out into the earth around him, grabbing massive chunks of the mud and drowned plants alike, rooting him in place as best his exhausted arms could. And yet still the tail advanced, enveloping his thin thighs and slim hips, giving him a squeeze and pulling him from the pond and away from his hand holds. Grass snapped and tore, his grip on the ground never yielding and instead the ground itself gave way, rain water displacing whatever leverage he would have originally had.

Another crazed yip burst from the fox as his hips were lifted clean off the ground. Claws dug and tore frantically, exhausted muscles sparking to life in a near hopeless attempt to free himself from the grasp of such a bizarre creature. Impatient now, the tail heaved and lifted him completely from the ground. It dragged him into the trees, drawing another yelp from Adouro as it advanced again, wrapping itself around his chest in several, heavy loops that weighed down on the little fox, refusing to give him the air he so desperately needed to fuel his resistance.

When the pull finally stopped, a terrifying eternity for the fox, he twisted and flailed about in some crazed, desperate attempt to throw off his predator. Again, to no avail. Once more the tail advanced, flowing up his body and pinning his arms to his sides. Gritting his teeth, Adouro fought all the more, defiance boiling in his belly and welling up into his chest. Although bound, the adventurer poured every ounce of his strength into throwing his weight, most definitely making it difficult for the predator to focus and eventually feast on him. He hoped it would make it difficult.

Again impatient, the length of muscle crushed inwards on its prey, choking what little resistance he could muster. The fire in his belly was easily quelled, buried beneath a seemingly endless ocean of emerald scales that wished for little more than absolute submission. Several times the length slacked, allowing him but a moment of respite before it constricted once more, refusing him the only means to rebel.

For the fox it seemed an eternity before the all encompassing fury of those coils finally relented, giving him the much deserved, much desired wave of fresh air he needed. After several agonizing moments of huffing and panting, he finally realized just what he had come face to face with. Golden, slit eyes greeted him, bearing down into his mind and immediately ridding him of what little control he still retained in his tired, cold limbs.

“That’ssss better.” Came a loud, graceful voice, undoubtedly feminine. At first he thought it a hallucination but the almost painful volume of the echoes in his head were impossible to ignore or brush off as mere fantasy. The gold surged down into him, flowing straight through his own vibrant violet eyes and drowning his mind in an ocean of unbearable heat and the thickest of fog. It filled every crevice, every corner of his mind, bathing him in the oppressive golden glow of his captor’s might. Layering it so thick that he could barely form words let alone resist her anymore, the serpentess lifted her head far above his own, holding his gaze all the while.

“Quite a fighter here, hmm? Let’ssss ssssee how long you can fight me now.” Her voice seemed distant for but a moment before the painful echoes sounded in his head again, bouncing about long after her true voice had faded from his ears. The sounds, at one point, were so deafening that he failed to realize a length of her body that had slowly begun to make its descent towards his face. Only when the warm scales weighed on his features did he half realize that she was moving, most of his focus still robbed by that thick golden haze she had poured into his head. The fog within him parted, if only enough to give his limbs back to him and grant him the minute amount of energy he still retained before she began.

It was difficult enough to breath with her coils wrapped so tightly about his middle. But now, with an especially thick length of her body smothering him so completely, air was a dream that had left him long ago. Within the fog came a voice, her voice, booming and resounding in his mind just as loudly as if she were speaking directly into his ear. “You are mine now, creature. You are the prey of Inkanyamba.” That name. Once it echoed in his head it refused to leave him in peace, flowing through the fog far clearer than any other befuddled thought or thunderous taunt she had to offer him.

The length of her that draped his face shifted, the muscles beneath pushing down and flexing as if to knead his muzzle and make it painfully apparent just how powerful she really was. “Feel me, morssssel. Know how powerlesssss you are.” Inkanyamba accented her taunts with an incredible heave that forced the struggling canine down into the pit of her coils, accepting him effortlessly into the writhing mass of shifting muscle and scale that, from outside, barely seemed to move at all.

The nest of emerald that now oppressed him went on to torment the poor little fox for hours, never ceasing in its assault on his already worn form. Unfathomable weight crushed down around him, binding him, wringing him like a play thing as he was drawn deeper into her embrace, deeper into the boundless limit of her power. She seemed to delight in the sensation of encompassing such a frail, adorable little thing, grinding her snout into his chest and hissing whenever he managed to find the strength to wriggle against her. “Oh yesss, sssuch a feisty little treat.” A melodious, hissing chuckle followed after that, her tone mocking his miniscule strength. Said hiss sent a new wave of shivers up the fox’s spine, his fur standing on end as the vibrations, the power of her voice pulsed through him.

It would have taken very little effort to truly subdue him, really. A single coil could have wrapped about his neck, throttling him until every last ounce of energy was choked from his frail little body. But this was far more entertaining. And, despite the power mounting against him, Adouro seemed to have quite the resolve, refusing her still even as the entirety of his body was engulfed. His muscles ached, his bones felt on the brink of snapping in two, his chest crushed in and every breath was a battle that he could only barely win. But those quick pants, every desperate gasp was plenty enough to fuel his resistance, to stay her control over him.

Inkanyamba enjoyed it all the more when his little muzzle managed to poke through a single break between her coils, gulping down air as best he could and snarling whenever her tail squeezed and wrung his arms, pulling and twisting them in every which way that she could only imagine was incredibly uncomfortable for him. And uncomfortable it was, impossibly so, the ministrations of her massive length bearing down on him with increasing strength every passing moment.

Adouro’s thrashings were dying down, his energy very nearly sapped as it were by the storm still raging above, and adding the drain of this monster had pushed him to the brink of exhaustion. And yet, even as his very being burned and ached and groaned beneath her, he fought with all he had to offer, throwing a snarl at her or a buck of his hips, inadvertently pleasing his oppressor with his losing battle. Still those quickened gulps of air fueled him and still he only just managed to rebel, instinct driving his every desperate ounce of struggle. But a painful realization began to creep into his mind and he quickly realized that there was a certainty, an inevitability to his defeat.

Again, despite knowing this, and now despite the wavering strength of his instinct, of his desperation, he still refused her. But, at this point, he had been so spent that his struggles had diminished into the slightest of shivers or a gentle shift of his bound arms. And, in that moment, Inkanyamba relented. If only slightly. The majority of her weight still rested on his chest and limbs but the thickest coil, that which wrapped and bound his head and face, withdrew slowly. “Well, you tried at leassst. Mossst of my little play thingssss would have given up already. You’re quite a trooper, ssssstout and sssstrong.” Once more her voice boomed in his head, flowing through his conscience and melting his every thought, drowning him in the heat of her presence and the power she wielded against him. Her tone was as sarcastic as could be, taunting him as his ever futile effort only tired him and amused her and little else.

“And now, ssssweet mammal, I think I’ll have a tassste…” Her voiced carried into him but he could only just managed to register the noise itself, the words were far too distant, far too warped by the exhaustion that gripped and weighed on every fiber of his being. His mind drowned in her overpowering presence, enveloped just as tightly and completely as his spent little body. Shifting around him, Inkanyamba guided him through the maze of her length, kneading him into a smothered stupor that only added to the weight on his body and his mind, driving him deeper into her embrace in every possible way.

It was warm. Impossibly so. Though his thoughts were scattered, clouded, barely forming in the golden fog within him, he could still hear the thunder crashing above them, he could still feel the tug on his gut every time lightning struck not far from their entwined bodies. He no longer shivered from the cold, instead his aching little form quaked because of the lingering boom of her voice. The rumble that flowed through her and down into him was far more powerful than anything he’d ever been unfortunate enough to experience before.

Breaching the nest of emerald scales with his shivering snout, a defeated whimper betrayed his waning resistance and air once again graced him. And, almost immediately, that same air was ripped from him as an immense, salmon vice engulfed the entirety of his snout. Unbearable heat bore down, soaking through his already flustered flesh to sting at his weary muscles. A hiss rolled down his body, the sound deafening the poor little fox and forcing yet another wave of quivers down his back. Inkanyamba smiled around the intrusion in her maw, hissing in delight as she suckled on his face, drowning him in the heat. The outside world had already been robbed of his visage, the entirety of his twitching little form hidden away in either the confines of her coils or the wet, steamy embrace of her snout.

Flicking her tongue against his features and slathering him with her saliva, Inkanyamba easily soaked the new, thick fluid into his fur, matting the already sopping silver fur to his black, hot flesh. His taste was absolutely divine, tingly at the palate of her maw with a tang akin to grapes mixed with cinnamon, the faintest presence of salt from his sweat adding yet another lovely layer of flavor to her meal. Inkanyamba didn’t fret over any clothes, having watched him remove his cloak, that single article of cloth from his shivering body before his bathed in that little pond.

She lingered with him there, savoring his flavor as it surged through her immense maw, pleasing her to no end despite the lack of resistance. She did not fault him though. He made up for it in taste. Once more her tongue flowed over his face, slathering yet another layer of her hot, slimy saliva across his weary features. Her head pushed down, her maw moving on to envelope the entirety of his head with very little effort at all. He was beneath her now, utterly overwhelmed by the force of her coils.

Firm, emerald lips clutched at his cheeks, that same suckling mounting to a hungry gulp that tugged the remaining flesh of his neck and collarbone into her. Adouro’s ears, although drawn flat against his skull, tickled at her throat as his head neared the plummet into her gullet, the sensation of such a hot morsel filling her drew a little moan from the immense serpent. Once more her lips clenched around him, drawing him farther still into her expansive maw and bringing the very tip of his nose to the back of her mouth where a powerful roll of her throat clasped around his head.

What little strength still lingered within him would do very little good now. All around him the flex and roll of her serpentine muscles had tore his fighting spirit from the silver vulpine. But the fear remained, if only just, tugging at the back of his mind even as the warmth of her golden fog drowned every sensation, lacing it with her influence and warping his reality. The fear was not as intense as before, of course. She had quelled his terror with as little effort as it took to envelope his feeble little mind. But, despite this, despite the drunken haze that lay heavy on his conscious, he still experienced the faintest twinge of fear within the bowels of his befuddled thoughts.

Again her firm lips suckled at his form, drawing him in at an agonizingly slow pace that tormented him as the inevitability of his demise began to dawn, that fear piercing through the powerful golden veil if only just enough for it to register and double that tugged in his gut. Her tongue, restless and pleased by every delicious inch of his flesh, ceased its efforts on his face, moving down towards his heaving chest and soaking him in another thick coat of her saliva.

Delighting in him all the more, Inkanyamba loosened the coils that so completely enveloped his middle, her snout quickly burrowing into the emerald nest as her throat gaped. Easily he slipped within, what little air lay stale and stagnant in his lungs wrung from him as the tight ring of her throat sealed around his neck, drawing out a gasp and the last of his oxygen. His body thrashed weakly against her advancing jaws, the pain of being so completely rid of air gripped at his belly and chest, though that pain was made distant by the golden haze that blinded his mind.

His thrashing amused her all the more, her jaws surging forward once again and that tight ring of her throat gaping to hungrily accept his chest and a bit of his belly. Her eyes fluttered closed as he fought inside of her, even the small twitches back and forth within her gullet brought a new wave of pleased hisses and moans from the immense constrictor. The faintest bulge began to rise in her long neck, inching its way down towards the massive belly that longed to seal him and encase him completely.

Deep in the smothering darkness of her throat was more oppressive than even her coils, the warm alone making him sweat and pant, gasping and gulping down what little air was left inside of her neck. She smiled around her meal, reveling in the sensation of yet another mammal making the smallest of squirming bulges in her giant body. A single, powerful gulp drew his hips past the ring of her throat and only his feet remained outside of her maw, twitching against the hot embrace of her firm, emerald lips. Again she allowed him to linger there, just on the edge of tumbling down into her gullet, down where not a soul would ever see him again.

Her tongue juts out, wrapping about his ankles and tugging at him ever so gently, pulling his hips free of her throat just as she swallows and forces that tight ring open again. Tilting her head back and drawing his belly free of her maw with the bind of her tongue around his feet, she poises him over the prison like depths of her neck. With only his head and chest within her throat, the cold of the storm once again bites at his saliva soaked belly fur and his legs. It sends the weakest of shivers down his body, the movement alone bringing another pleased hiss from his predator.

Lips drawn apart and her maw wide open to the freezing atmosphere outside, she smiled as she swallowed, hungrily tugging his belly and hips back down into the tight, rolling muscles of her gullet. Her tongue loosens its grip on his ankles, dropping him completely into her and allowing the welcoming, fleshy walls below. One swallow after another quickly brings his knees against her throat, his feet drawn completely into her open maw which slowly closes around the free flesh with a pleasured hum.

The fleshy, smothering walls of her throat undulated and flexed around him, pulling him down into the seemingly infinite length of her massive neck. Again the squirming bulge of his tiny form could be seen, if only just. And despite the size his body had to offer her in ways of a meal, she still revelled as yet another snack was tucked away into her every hungry belly, her gullet giving an especially powerful quiver as his fur tickled at her. Her maw now shut and his bulge vanishing into the emerald nest of her coiled body, Inkanyamba lay her snout over her length and a smile graced her face as the treat came to rest just below her immense head. Every now and then, deep in the slick embrace of her belly, a faint twitch or squirm would send a shiver up her long spine.

“Yesssss… keep fighting, little Adouro. Pleassssse me…” Her voice was lost to him, even as her presence within his mind remained, carrying her words through thick, powerful flesh that kneaded and massaged around him. The beat of her massive heart was deafening, drowning out all else and not even the squelch and grip of her belly could reach his ears through the thrum of her heart. Fatigue began to take him, and the lull of her massive, powerful coils helped send the little fox into the deepest, most peaceful of sleeps.