This is obviously the place: the loud music and many loud voices pumping from the house make it impossible to be anywhere else. Straightening his leather jacket with a tug on the collar and smoothing the front of his neatly pressed burgundy shirt, a young man standing in the front yard throws his head back and inhales deep through his nose. The typical scents are all here: alcohol, weed, sweat, the grease and salt of snacks, but among it all played the innumerable aromas of the occupants. Sweet,

A gentle rumble is felt in your belly, as the shrunken

naga

that is trapped within squirms fruitlessly. The sensation is quite pleasant, but the knowledge that someone is slowly being digested within your belly does far more to turn you on, and you feel your shaft gradually stiffen. As you sit there, reclined in your plush chair, you think of what lies ahead. You hunger for power, of course, in part seeking to strengthen your ow

You wake up in your b

ed, as you have now done quite a few times. It’s still a quite unusual feeling to not be in your home realm, but you’re not in a hurry to get back there - by your reckoning, it’s at least a century since you were last summoned to the mortal world, and aside from all the fun that’s available here, there’s a lot of things to discover. While little ever changes on

Durgg

You stir from your sleep, quite aware of your heavy pair of balls. The girl inside them has stopped squirming; she must have exhausted herself. Light filters in through the thin curtains; the pale light of an early morning. You stretch your arms, your great black wings, and finally your tail, before getting up from the chair you had slept in. The room is cool, but you’re not bothered despite being naked. Your infernal soul keeps you warm. The room you’re sitting in must be some kind