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The walk up the mountain had taken the majority of the day, and now Daphi stands outside a cave that she can not see into, and holds her breath.
Daphi can’t believe she’s really doing this. She’d always been warned of the dangers of doing business with dragons. Gnomes and dragons don’t historically get along. And while there are certainly dragons she’s afraid of, she’s desperate enough to listen to the advice that had been whispered to her in town. A nurse had noticed her predicament and actually had a solution to offer.
She’s been suffering for six months. This has to work. She has to try.
“Caszurtraz the Curious!” Daphi calls at the entrance of the cave, putting all her breath behind the yell to get the attention of something much, much larger than her. “I call to you!”
To be fair, dragons are significantly larger than every humanoid species, but as a gnome she feels particularly ill-suited to be alone with one, even though she’d been assured that he wouldn’t eat her.
She knows that some dragons have put aside violence and become traders instead. They tend to live in remote areas, and trade parts of their hoards for essentials so they don’t have to steal or kill for them anymore. They’ll also trade for new items of whatever their hoard contains. Caszurtraz the Curious has a very specific hoard, and that’s what Daphi is here for, all of her gold burning a hole in her pocket. She’d gathered every last piece.
A few moments after she calls, there’s a heavy rumbling from within the cave, the shaking of the footsteps of a very heavy creature, and a moment later there’s a breath and a face pokes out from the large entrance of the cave. It’s high up, and it looks around, before looking down and settling on her. She tries not to tremble, her heart racing in fear.
It’s hard to read the face, as inhumanoid as it is, but Caszurtraz’s head drops down until it’s in front of her, prone on the ground. This makes it a little less intimidating, even though she knows he can breathe lightning.
“My apologies, I just woke up from an impromptu nap,” Caszurtraz says, and while his voice is low and loud, it’s a lot… gentler, than she’d been expecting. It even sets her at ease a little bit. She doesn’t feel like it sounds threatening at all. Almost a little meek. “How can I help you, little gnome?”
She usually doesn’t like being called little, but in this case she’ll allow it.
“My name is Daphiniana Luckycraft,” she introduces herself, looking up at the eyes of the dragon and trying not to let her anxiety show in her voice. “Everyone calls me Daphi.” She realises she does not really have a plan for how to go about saying this. She licks her lips. “I have a, um, predicament. One I was told your hoard may be able to help me with. I come seeking assistance, if you’ll give it. I have gold to offer.”
She holds her breath and waits for the dragon to send her away or eviscerate her. But instead, he gives a soft chuckle, and nods, lifting his head up again.
“I understand, Daphi. You do not need to mince words with me, there is nobody else present, but I understand your kind feel shame around these topics. Come inside and we can talk. I promise nothing here will hurt you.”
Daphi lets out her breath, feeling relieved. Caszurtraz turns and his head disappears into the cave, and Daphi follows inside, making sure to keep some distance from him.
The cave is lit with many jarred lamps and a skylight once she’s inside of it, and she sees just how big Caszurtraz’s full body is. He’s immense. He’s coloured a shimmery light blue, his face long with two horns beside his nostrils. His neck is slender and long, and his body typical of a dragon, with giant wings tucked at his sides. He moves carefully on all four limbs, before laying and sprawling down on a massive cushioned area. He lowers his head close to the floor and nods in front of him, and she notices there’s a few chairs and a table set up about twenty feet from his head. She climbs up into one of the chairs, setting her bag down beside her.
“So, Daphi,” Caszurtraz says, and his voice is actually rather quiet, not booming out across the cave or shattering her eardrums. “I understand you’re here seeking help from my hoard. I’m happy to provide it. You can call me Casz, by the way.” His lips pull back, and it’s a sort-of smile, and Daphi tries to smile back, despite her nerves. “And you can relax, I truly will not hurt you. Do you want to explain what’s going on?”
Daphi sighs softly, and looks to the side. Humanoids are rather quiet about these topics because of shame, it’s true. But she knows she has to explain to Casz, so he can help.
“It happened about 6 months ago. I got separated from my party during a fight and ended up in a different part of the dungeon. I tried to find them, but I couldn’t. I hid from another creature inside a room and sat on a chest, and then, suddenly, I was inside the chest.”
“A mimic chest,” Casz says with understanding, and nods his giant head.
Daphi nods back. Mimic chests are a very specific type of monster. Contrary to some laymen’s beliefs, they don’t actually kill or eat the humanoids that fall into their traps. Mimics eat bugs and other small monsters, and capture humanoids for another purpose: their eggs.
Every mimic chest is packed full of tentacles. After pulling a humanoid inside, the tentacles restrain them, and then fuck them, making it impossible to resist. They secrete an aphrodisiac that also makes it harder to fight. Then they lay their eggs inside the humanoid, and keep fucking them, and after a few hours their eggs are laid back out.
If the prey isn’t found, they aren’t killed, but they do die from dehydration eventually, caused in part by an excess of sweat and from coming over, and over, and over. But as long as someone is found and rescued before that happens, they’ll be fine. Well, mostly fine.
“Yes. I was inside for 12 hours before my party found me and killed the creature.” She swallows. “I had laid four clutches in that period.”
Being inside the mimic chest had taken a toll on her, physically, and she left her party in order to have some time to recover. But she hadn’t just been tired. She’d been horny.
It turns out that sometimes, when someone is in a mimic chest for too long, the aphrodisiac just sort of doesn’t wear off, or takes a really long time to. Daphi has been horny ever since then, without a moment of reprieve. She’s fucked every type of humanoid she could, and none had even come close to scratching the itch left by the mimic chest. It’s been 6 months and her pussy is still wet all the time, her holes throbbing constantly, distracting her. She’s burned through most of her savings, and sold what she can, but she knows she can’t return to a dungeon like this. Not when the temptation is so high.
Although some have sympathy for it, most people look upon those who have lasting effects from mimic chests as weak, as perverts, even if it’s none of their fault. She’s scared that if she goes into a dungeon again, all she’ll want to do is find another mimic chest and dive in headfirst. But she can’t. She’ll never regain her reputation.
She can’t go looking by herself, either. She’s scared that if she does, she won’t be saved in time, and it’s not like she can ask someone to come save her after a specific time. It had taken her this long, but she’d finally found a doctor that had whispered a solution in her ear, and told her to come to this mountain and who to ask for.
“I understand,” Casz says, empathy in his voice. She looks up at him. “I have had my hoard of mimic chests for hundreds of years. I have seen many adventurers such as yourself, sick from an encounter that lasted too long. Your situation is not as uncommon as you think. I only wish it were easier to offer help.” He sounds wistful, truly so. Daphi believes it.
“You’ll really help?” she asks, biting her lip. “How much do I pay you?”
The dragon shakes his massive head. “I offer my hoard to you freely. You should tell me how long you wish to spend inside, and I will rescue you after that long. I promise to you, you will not perish inside,” Casz says. “You may return here as many times as you wish, and the hoard will be open to you. All I ask is that you spread the word to anyone else you come across, and counter any lies you may hear of me in town.”
Daphi nods quickly. He really is so kind. It was hard to believe when she’d heard people warning of the dragon, speaking in hushed tones filled with fear, but she does now. She’s just so lucky she heard the truth about him, and didn’t listen to the rumours.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Daphi says, standing and looking up at him. Once again, he smiles in that interesting way.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’ll let you in on a secret,” he says, his voice lowering. “Mimic eggs are not only highly nutritious, but delicious little treats. Whatever you produce, I get to keep. So I do get something out of this.”
Daphi isn’t sure how to feel about that at first, but she can’t see a reason to be upset about it. It’s not like she wants the eggs, other than to feel them stretching her as they go in, and stretching even further as they come back out, hours of fucking later. Her pussy throbs again and she rubs her legs together, suddenly uncaring if Casz notices. He doesn’t seem to be bothered, even if he does.
“I’m glad you do.” She suddenly feels like she can’t wait another moment. “Can I go, now?”
Casz nods, and slowly lifts his head and neck, and then rises to his feet. “Yes. Have you decided how long you want to stay in?”
Daphi considers for a moment. It’s probably smart to do less, but she’s waited for this for so long. She nods. “You can rescue me after 12 hours.”
“As long as you’re sure,” Casz says. “Understand that I am unable to communicate with you, once you are inside. If you say 12 hours, it will be 12 hours, and you won’t be able to call for help. You can always go back in for more.”
Daphi thinks about it again, but she shakes her head. She’d done 12 hours before, and she knows she can handle it, and she needs it so bad, so desperately bad. “12 hours,” she says again, more firmly. “I understand the risks.”
Casz regards her, but nods again. “Have you had enough to drink today? You’ll lose a lot of fluids in the egg production.”
“Good point. Thank you.” Daphi finds her water skein and drinks from it, several chugging gulps, and then a few breaths, and then more.
“Once you are done, I will provide a meal for you and a place to rest before you return to the village,” Casz says. Once she’s finished, he takes a few steps deeper into the cave, and Daphi follows, a bit less worried she’ll be squashed but still keeping a bit of distance from his feet, which are several times bigger than her, not even counting the legs. “You should undress before going in, so your clothes aren’t dissolved by the chest.”
Daphi nods, trying to think about anything other than how much she needs a mimic’s tentacles pushing into her, its eggs filling her up. She walks a little faster.
They round a corner, and suddenly they’re in a giant room filled almost exclusively with mimic chests. Hundreds of them, laid out in a pattern. Each looks just like a regular chest, but she knows that there’s no way any of them is empty. She wonders how Casz keeps them all fed, but finds she doesn’t care.
“Is there any difference? Which one should I pick?” she asks, taking a tentative step forward.
“The ones at the front were fed most recently, so they’ll be the most active,” the dragon answers. “Other than that, they’re essentially the same. Some have tiny differences, but there’s no way to tell from the outside.”
She nods, and starts undressing. She doesn’t feel embarrassed now – for one, Caz is a dragon, but he’s also going to see her naked after rescuing her anyway. And she’s lost the will to care about anything that’s between her and the mimic chests.
“The best way is to sit on one,” Casz advises, and once she’s naked, she nods. “Try to enjoy yourself. I’ll see you in 12 hours.”
She picks one chest at random, trying to remember which it is, and sits on top of it, spreading her bare legs.
For a few long moments, nothing happens. Her anticipation grows, waiting to feel a movement under her, for the tentacles to grab hold. But nothing happens, and the thought enters her mind that maybe this was all a prank, or she’s found a rogue regular chest, or perhaps the mimic inside has died.
The thought is wiped from her mind as the lid opens, just a touch, and immediately two tentacles wrap around her ankles and yank her into the dark confines of the chest.
Her first time inside of a mimic chest, 6 months ago, had been a constant war between pleasure and immense fear. Fear over being sucked into the mimic chest at all, and then about not being discovered before she dried out, her body completely spent with the effort it had taken to pass so many clutches of eggs in such a short period of time. Fearing for her life had made it an experience she couldn’t exactly describe as fun.
This time, it feels like coming home. The tentacles start roving her body immediately. Of course, it has no idea she’s here willingly, so they immediately restrain her, tightening and coiling up around each of her short limbs. She fits snugly inside with her legs and arms extended, and she relaxes into a bed of tentacles, which start to surround her on every side.
The tentacles probe and prod between her legs, and one discovers her pussy after only a few moments. It slides inside, filling her without hesitation, and she moans. As she opens her mouth, another tentacle curls around and slides into her mouth. Both are only about as thick as a human’s cock, and not even a particularly impressive one, but they have no limit to their depths, and she starts gagging immediately as it finds the back of her throat and prods at it over and over, slightly out of time with the tentacle doing the same to her cervix.
Two thinner tentacles find her asshole and push their way inside with tapered tips, stretching it together. She moans again around the tentacle filling her mouth, and starts up a rhythm of moaning, and gagging, and moaning, and gagging.
She feels each tentacle secreting its liquid, and the effects are immediate. The aphrodisiac enters her system and she orgasms immediately. This is what she’s been waiting for. This is what her life has been missing. She’s never stopped feeling the effects, the heightened sensations and bone-deep need, but now they feel right. All of her holes are plugged up, tentacles thrusting away, and she’s never felt more fulfilled in her life.
She’s got twelve hours of this to look forward to.
Time loses meaning, but for a little while all the tentacles do is thrust inside of her, not in any sort of united rhythm, not even in sync with themselves. She can’t settle into it, always kept on her toes by changes in the speed and depth of the thrusts, each retreating until it nearly leaves her holes, and then back inside to the back of her throat, or her cervix, or the bend in her colon they don’t extend past.
As they fuck her, more tentacles rub over her, making her entire body slimy and tingly and occasionally tickling her, which only adds to the pleasure. Occasionally, they find and rub at her clit for a moment, but they never linger.
She’s completely engulfed, and everything is warm, and wonderful. She orgasms once, and then a second time, and doesn’t feel any sort of overstimulation.
And then she feels the first egg at the entrance to her pussy.
The eggs are bigger around than the tentacles are. They vary, some as big as plums, but some as big as oranges. The first few are all in the smaller region, but she still feels them stretch her as they enter her. They push through her cervix, which stretches easily from the effects of the aphrodisiac, a sensation that’s complete pleasure with no pain. Nothing hurts at all. Every sensation is incredible.
After a few, there’s a thicker egg, interspersed with some smaller ones, and then another even thicker than that. These move slower, and she feels every inch as they work up through her pussy and into her womb, joining the others. The small ones rush in, and then another big one makes its way up.
The tentacle in her pussy has stopped thrusting in order to release the eggs, instead staying pressed up against her cervix, but the ones in her ass and mouth keep moving all the while. It’s overwhelming in the best way, driving every thought from her mind besides that of the eggs and the tentacles. Without any fear in the way, without worrying about how she’ll get out of this, it’s pure bliss.
She comes again, and again, and then loses count, her belly swelling with eggs until it aches, but the ache is somehow pleasurable. The tentacle in her pussy resumes its thrusting, spurting out more of its fluid, probably to fertilize them, or something. She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t even think to ask why, only knowing that the wetness inside her feels good, as well.
Daphi feels more relaxed than she’s ever been in her life, completely overcome by the pleasure the mimic provides her. It slowly dawns to her that maybe she ought to be worried about becoming addicted to this. That even if this cures her immediate problem, though that isn’t exactly assured either, that this pleasure will still be something she spends her life constantly chasing. She doesn’t know how she’ll ever do without it. She wonders if it’s possible to live in here, only emerging for food and drink. Maybe she can find some sort of witch to put a spell on her such that she doesn’t need it so often, even. She wants to become one with the mimic, to give it clutch after clutch of eggs while it gives her this constant, overwhelming, brain-emptying pleasure. But an orgasm takes her and pushes the thoughts from her mind.
She has no idea how long the tentacles fuck her, unwavering and unchanging. The only difference is that at some point, another one of those thinner tentacles finds her asshole and presses into it, joining the other two in their uneven thrusting inside of her, somehow adding to a level of sensation that had already seemed at its maximum. The tightness in her stomach slowly increases, stretching it taut to a degree she might find startling if she were able to see it. The eggs grow, only a little bit each, until the pressure at her cervix becomes so immense that it almost starts to border into pain, despite the aphrodisiacs that have been transferring any pain into pleasure signals.
Finally, one of the eggs presses against her cervix just right, and starts to descend. Her brain is overriden by pleasure, her body trembling as it fully pops into her channel and the tentacle fucking her slowly backs up. It takes a few moments to thrust directly over her g-spot in a way that feels like it has to be intentional, and then retreats fully out of her, leaving her pussy stretched and open.
The first few eggs are smaller, but then one of the larger ones, by now grown to the size of a fist, or even bigger, starts to make its way down. She can’t cry out, though tears are surely running down her cheeks by now, impossible to distinguish from the rest of the wetness of the inside of the mimic. It stretches her impossibly, and before it’s out of her pussy there’s already another one descending, and then they don’t seem to end, and all she can do is come, and come, and come, unable to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. The tentacles hold her tightly in place, keeping her secure even as her limbs tense and shake.
Eventually, after what feels like forever, the last has come out of her. It gets stuck in her pussy for a moment, and she has to clench down, trying her best to get it out. Eventually, she’s able to bear down until it works, but she feels utterly spent afterwards.
Daphi doesn’t really know where the eggs go when they’re out of her, but the tentacle that had laid them – or perhaps another, it’s impossible to tell – pushes back into her pussy without giving her more than a moment of reprieve. She’s sore in a way that somehow isn’t painful at all. It feels like accomplishment.
Another period of time she has no reference for passes by, another dozen orgasms wrung out of her. She feels eggs pushing into her pussy again. These go in easily, though she feels like there might be more of the bigger ones. It’s hard to say, with her mind as scrambled with unending pleasure as it is.
She’s fucked again, for another period of time, as the eggs incubate. Like this, with her womb full of the mimic’s eggs while it milks pleasure from her with its tentacles, Daphi truly feels at one with it, like she wants to devote herself to it. She only wishes there was a way to communicate with it, that mimics had a language she could understand or speak. She wants to tell it that she’ll be back, again, that she won’t abandon it. That she’ll ask to be here longer next time, and that she’s sorry for when she has to go. She wants it to understand that she knows this is where she belongs, that she’d devote her life to it if she was able to. She’ll still have to take jobs, to make enough money for the sustenance she needs to continue doing this.
With the small amount of brain power she occasionally has, she’s already thinking about whether she can take another job, though, one that doesn’t require the risk of a dungeon. Maybe a brothel. There’s no reason to maintain her dignity in polite society when she’s ready to dedicate her life to being a mimic incubator.
At some point, while the eggs are still growing in her womb, another tentacle prods at her asshole. It’s one of the bigger ones, like the one in her pussy, and the smaller three tentacles stop thrusting and instead tug her rim apart, giving the larger one room to push its way inside. All four stay in her ass, and it starts to thrust its way deeper, and deeper, and she comes again. This is interesting – the previous mimic hadn’t done this. She wonders why, though the thought takes minutes to come, and then she’s distracted from it by laying the clutch from her womb, and coming an incomprehensible number of times during that. It’s a little harder this time, the eggs feeling bigger and her pussy tighter from the further stretch in her behind.
The tentacles keep fucking her after her womb is empty once again, and while she still has no way to measure the time that passes, it feels like a shorter period before she feels the eggs start up again. This time, though, she doesn’t feel them stretching her cunt, but instead pressing at the entrance to her ass. Her eyes actually open for the first time in hours, an almost-feeling of apprehension sparking for just a moment. The former mimic had only laid its clutch in her pussy, in her womb. She has no idea if this is typical, or even possible at all. Has it made a mistake?
The thoughts are pushed from her brain as the first egg finally breaches her rim and makes its way up the tentacle in her ass, which lays it deep, just on the right side of the crook in her rectum. More come, and she feels herself stretching deep inside, and while the big tentacle has stilled, the small ones are still thrusting inside of her ass, around the eggs. It feels weirder, being stretched so wide here, the eggs being laid without a womb to settle inside. She wonders if they’ll be able to develop, to grow.
She already feels like her ass is stretched to its absolute limit, but several more push inside. The big tentacle feels like it’s retreating, laying the eggs lower down in her rectum, until finally it just sits at the entrance, stretching her rim wide with its girth, one final egg pushing inside. The tentacle stays where it is, probably to keep the eggs from coming out prematurely without a cervix to hold them inside.
Daphi is still a wreck of pleasure, the small tentacles in her ass and the big ones in her pussy and mouth continuously thrusting. She has a moment to fear they’ll try and lay eggs down her throat, as well, which she’s sure can’t be possible. But they don’t, just thrusting as the eggs in her ass slowly grow to their full size.
The whole time, tentacles have been rubbing her body – cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples, massaging soothingly over her stomach, squeezing her ass cheeks, and occasionally rubbing at her clit. They haven’t lingered in one spot for too long, but something changes partway through this cycle, and one of the big tentacles finds her clit. It must be one of the kinds that lays eggs, or a different kind altogether, because instead of rubbing at her clit, it latches onto it. It completely engulfs her clit, which has always been on the bigger side, even for a gnome, and then it starts sucking.
Daphi’s eyes had closed again, at some point, but now they roll back in her head. She hadn’t thought it would be possible for the pleasure to increase, at this point, but it only ramps up as the tentacle sucks at her clit, slow and methodical, completely out of time with the other tentacles fucking her. She thinks her brain is going to break as she’s made to come again, and again, her body too wrecked from pleasure to do more than twitch with each orgasm.
The tentacle keeping all the eggs in her ass eventually wriggles its way free, and the three small ones keep her held open, and encourage the eggs out of her. She can’t even clench or push to encourage them out, completely at the mercy of the mimic, her body nothing more than a warm set of holes to lay its clutch in. She feels completely cored out, unable to think at all, to comprehend anything happening, except for the orgasms. She sucks desperately at the tentacle in her mouth, and is rewarded with more of the sweet aphrodisiac secreted directly onto her tongue. She doesn’t even moan, her vocal chords as relaxed as the rest of her.
Eventually, all the eggs are pushed out of her ass, and the big tentacle plunges deep again, and she knows she’s going to get another clutch. If the timing is the same as her last mimic experience, this is the last one she’ll get the privilege of laying, but she doesn’t have enough ability to think to even start to be disappointed about it.
As she’s fucked, two small tentacles push their way into her pussy along with the big one, and they both jet up to her cervix. It’s loose, still, but it’s still a stretch as they both push their way inside and start exploring her womb. That somehow adds another layer of pleasure on top of the already overwhelming sensations in her ass, pussy, and the incessant sucking of her clit that has never stopped, and it’s so much she either stops being able to come, or stops being able to stop coming, because it’s impossible to distinguish an orgasm from everything already happening.
Eggs push at her cunt, and the small tentacles hold her cervix apart for them to be laid. And then eggs push at her ass, and both of her holes are filled to their maximums with small tentacles thrusting and big tentacles laying eggs that seem even bigger than before, filling her up until she’s sure her organs will be permanently swollen with them. Tentacles caress her body, and cup her cheeks, and she knows she’ll never feel complete outside of a mimic chest again.
It’s just a symphony of orgasmic bliss as the eggs are laid inside her, and then she’s fucked and sucked on, and eventually she starts laying the eggs again. Every single egg she lays is a spark of pleasure, coming out alternating from each of her holes. She wishes she could keep some of them, that she could never stop feeling full from the mimic, hosting its eggs in her holes like she was born to do.
The eggs are all gone, and the tentacles fuck her again, but before the next round she feels the chest shake, and then open. She almost feels like the tentacles are gripping her tighter, trying to keep her in, but they’re no match against a dragon. She’s plucked out with a clawed hand, gentler than she could ever imagine such a big creature being, and pulled away from the tentacles, which leave her feeling so, so empty. She shivers, but is moved and laid upon some sort of scaled skin that has been warmed, and near a fire.
For a while, she just lays there, unable to think enough to speak or even properly move. It takes a long time before she finally groans softly and opens her eyes.
Casz is nearby, tending to a fire and cooking something over it that smells delicious. He’s able to stand on three legs and use one of his forelegs for quite delicate, precise movements, it seems. Fascinating.
Daphi assesses how she feels for a few moments. She’s more than a little sore, her cunt and ass certainly feeling the workout they’ve gotten. Both feel a little loose, though she can’t tell if they actively gape. Her clit also feels swollen, still twitching occasionally even now, and she looks down and realises it’s quite a bit bigger than normal, expanded from all the sucking. She wonders if it’s temporary or not, and finds she won’t be incredibly bothered if it’s not. It’s sure to be sensitive, but even now, she feels aroused, the aphrodisiacs still working. She doesn’t know if they’ll fade this time, like they’re meant to, or if she’s to be in this hyperaroused state forever. She also doesn’t feel she’ll be very upset if that’s indeed the case, not now she’s found a solution.
Mostly, she feels slimy, and that’s the only thing she’s really bothered by now. She needs to bathe, somehow, to get the sticky residue off of her. She slowly sits up, and then wavers, and collapses again. She’s just too tired for that right now.
Noticing her movements, Casz sets down the tool he’d been using to stir things in a large pot, and comes to her side, his large head getting closer than it had before.
“Good morning,” he says, and his breath is as warm as a sauna, covering her completely. It’s kind of nice. “How do you feel, little gnome?”
Daphi sighs softly, splaying out. She doesn’t care one bit about her nudity. The skin she’s laying on is comfortable, still warm, like laying on a sun-warmed rock on the shore of a lake. “Bit sore, sticky. But good. Really good. Thank you.” She can’t forget her manners.
Casz smiles a little. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” It sounds genuine, and Daphi can’t help but feel warm towards this dragon. She hopes they become proper friends, and has a feeling they will be, since she’s sure to be back to use his hoard again. “There’s a waterfall for bathing, not far from here, if you wish for me to take you there. Although there is another option.” He sounds almost nervous about saying it, and Daphi tilts her head, wondering what it is. He continues. “Only if you wish, but if you do, I could always tongue-bathe you.”
It’s a bit of a shocking offer, and Daphi stares up at the giant dragon’s eyes for a few moments, thoughts still moving slow. She’s never thought about anything like that before. It definitely would have struck fear into her, the idea of being so close to being eaten by a dragon, to offer herself freely to one’s mouth. But she trusts Casz, who could have easily eaten her many times by now, especially when she was lying prone, recovering, for who knows how long. She finds herself nodding before he can say more. “Yes. Go ahead.”
He seems surprised that she has accepted, licking around his maw with his tongue, the tip of which is nearly as big as her. “Only if you’re sure. It would likely stimulate you further, so if you feel spent, I can take you to the falls–”
She interrupts him, sitting up. “I understand,” she says quickly. “I want you to.”
His eyes glitter, and he seems eager, nodding slowly with his massive head. “Okay,” he says. “Tell me to stop if you need to. Hands and knees may be best to begin.”
She should be scared, but instead she feels excited as she shuffles her way onto her hands and knees. The tongue descends upon her only a moment later. It’s surprisingly gentle, and starts off by diligently cleaning her back, licking the slime from it. It avoids her ass, for now, and lathes over the back of her head, cleaning her there. It takes very little time at all before she’s completely soaked in his hot saliva, and this feels good, too, just like the warmth of the mimic chest had been. Daphi sighs happily, and spreads her legs as his tongue dips lower.
The tip barely fits between her legs at all, but it curls under her, completely over both her holes and rubbing at her clit. She gasps, finding herself unable to stop from grinding down onto it. The texture is hard to describe, but something like being licked by a very large canine, completely smooth and dripping with drool. She moans, rutting down against him without thinking. Despite having an unimaginable number of orgasms in the mimic chest, she doesn’t feel spent at all. Her holes even feel soothed from grinding into the softness of his tongue.
Casz hums, and the entire tongue vibrates, and she comes so hard she collapses onto her stomach. She definitely squirts, as well, but her mind is once again so overridden by pleasure that she doesn’t have it in her to be very embarrassed about it.
His tongue gently scoops her onto her back, and then laves over her stomach, covering her in more spit as he cleans her. His tongue retreats into his mouth so he can briefly speak.
“Tell me how it was,” he says, sounding almost breathless. “In the chest. What did it do?”
She hums, and moans as his tongue finds its way between her legs again, the tip rubbing back and forth, up and down over both her holes and her clit, which is swollen still and so, so sensitive.
“It was so good,” she says, unashamed because of how clearly into it Casz is. “It fucked all my holes, and gave me its aphrodisiac, which makes everything feel like heaven.”
His tongue roams over her clit and holes, and she grinds against it as she recounts how the tentacles had fucked her, first with a big one in her cunt and two, then three small ones in her ass, and another in her mouth. She recounts the first laying of the eggs, and then the second, and how a big tentacle had delved into her ass as well, then, and then laid eggs there as well.
“That was different,” she says, breathless as well but continuing to talk because of how horny it’s making her. She lifts one leg further up and reaches down, between her legs, pressing three fingers against her asshole. They go in easily, because it’s still stretched and loose. “The first one didn’t put any eggs in there. It felt fantastic, though, especially on the fourth clutch, when it laid eggs in both my holes at once!”
The tongue retreats again, and she can’t help but whine, still fingering her asshole and moving a little faster. She’s just so horny, it’s impossible to stop herself.
“You’re lucky,” the dragon says, and she feels a burst of joy, of pleasure, fitting four fingers inside her ass and thrusting them. “It must have sensed you were strong enough to take them. They don’t always do that.” He licks his lips, and watches her. “You may ride my tongue for as long as you please. Your orgasms taste wonderful.”
She grins, and when he thrusts his tongue out again, she moves to sit astride it, riding her fingers and rubbing her clit and pussy into his tongue, and she comes again like that, squirting out over his taste buds. He moans again, and the vibrations make her squeal and rut her hips faster, working towards more orgasms. She doesn’t tire for a long while, coming at least a dozen times before she feels anywhere near spent. Gnomes have longevity in all senses, but she’s never been quite so insatiable before.
Finally, she collapses onto the dragon’s tongue, completely coated in his spit and feeling satisfied. She moans softly, and leans up and finds his maw, nuzzling against it and giving it a kiss. She likes this dragon.
He slowly deposits her back onto the skin she’d been lying on, and breathes hot and heavy onto it, warming it for her. He gives her one more long lick from feet to face, and she giggles softly. She relaxes back, feeling content.
“Rest, little gnome,” Casz says, voice a low and soothing rumble. “I’ll keep you safe, and you may eat when you wake.”
Daphi hums, and nods, and turns onto her side, and promptly falls into a deep slumber, more satisfied than she’s ever been in her life.