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Hello everyone, I'm back with my first vore based story. Please tell me if you like it! I may reuse this Naga character in the future or do more stories.

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Cinder brushed aside the foliage that had grown loosely over the path he'd been following through the forest. It was twisty, and windy, but he knew where it went; towards the mountains, where it forked, on continuing on and the other turning towards the village he'd called home just a few years ago. He was glad he'd built his farm near the path, as it provided him safe passage if his normal route became blocked for whatever reason.

Right now, though, he wasn't delivering goods to the village. Having finished all of his farming duties early, he'd decided to go for a leisurely stroll as the sun set. In fact… he tilted his head to try and get a glimpse to check how long he had before he needed to turn back, but his view was blocked by foliage overhead.

"Are you lost?" Came a sudden voice, one that made Cinder nearly jump out of his skin. He turned to look at the source.

It was a Naga, lying in a nearby tree. Stunning blue with speckled black near her spine, four arms, and sparkling amber eyes. It was a wonder he'd missed her.

"No," he answered, "I'm just taking a walk."

"Are you sure?" She asked, lowering herself a little, trying to better meet his gaze.

"Yep, I live on a farm right over-" He turned around and tried to point to his barn, but he realized it was completely out of sight.

"That's what I thought." She said, dropping to the ground with a soft thud. It was now that he got a better look at her. And now that he realized how thin she was. Her gut was pulled into her ribcage, and her scales clung loosely to her tail. She wasn't friendly, she was HUNGRY.

"No, no, I swear, I'm not lost! My farm is back the way I came! Please don't-"

She pinched his lips closed with two of her fingers. "Shhh. How about this? You sleep with me, here, tonight, and tomorrow, we'll go see if your farm is real. If it is, I'll let you go if you give me a chicken or two. If not…" She trailed off as her stomach growled, a clear enough answer for him.

"Can't we just go back now?" He asked nervously.

"Of course not. We'll never make it before sundown. Now be quiet." With that, she wrapped her tail around him tightly, lowering him to the ground so he'd be in a more comfortable position to swallow.

He winced as he felt his shoes touch soft flesh. She wasn't even going to go slowly? He closed his eyes as she made her way up his legs, swallowing greedily. She only paused for a moment as she encountered his hips, just long enough to fit her mouth around them. And then, she just kept gulping him down. Warmth enveloped his lower body as the muscles in her throat flexed, bringing him deeper into her body. Soon enough, she was at his chest. Then his neck. And suddenly, his head was in the back of her throat. He opened his eyes, gazing out miserably at the setting stars before she closed her jaws and forced him down.

He only moved downwards for half a moment. She'd stopped swallowing. He couldn't understand why, at least until he realized. He was hanging on a precipice. One swallow more, and he'd be in her belly. One swallow less, and maybe he'd still have hope. But, he was greeted by the inevitable flex of muscles that pushed him further into the darkness.

He could feel how open her stomach was, even before he'd fully entered. But once he was spat out, he realized how comfortable it was. It was plush, and warm, and incredibly soft, albeit damp and slimy. It was like a living sleeping bag. Her stomach grumbled gently as he shifted into a more comfortable position, muscles slowly pressing on his back and sides.

"Comfortable?" She asked him, barely audible through the layers of flesh between him and the outside world.

"Actually… yeah." He responded, pressing a hand against her side.

He slowly felt her shift into a sleeping position. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She said, resting her chin on her stomach.

He drifted off to sleep easily. In the morning, he'd show her the farm. She'd get her pick of animals, and he would return to his work. For now though, he was safe.

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Description
Hello everyone, I'm back with my first vore based story. Please tell me if you like it! I may reuse this Naga character in the future or do more stories.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cinder brushed aside the foliage that had grown loosely over the path he'd been following through the forest. It was twisty, and windy, but he knew where it went; towards the mountains, where it forked, on continuing on and the other turning towards the village he'd called home just a few years ago. He was glad he'd built his farm near the path, as it provided him safe passage if his normal route became blocked for whatever reason.

Right now, though, he wasn't delivering goods to the village. Having finished all of his farming duties early, he'd decided to go for a leisurely stroll as the sun set. In fact… he tilted his head to try and get a glimpse to check how long he had before he needed to turn back, but his view was blocked by foliage overhead.

"Are you lost?" Came a sudden voice, one that made Cinder nearly jump out of his skin. He turned to look at the source.

It was a Naga, lying in a nearby tree. Stunning blue with speckled black near her spine, four arms, and sparkling amber eyes. It was a wonder he'd missed her.

"No," he answered, "I'm just taking a walk."

"Are you sure?" She asked, lowering herself a little, trying to better meet his gaze.

"Yep, I live on a farm right over-" He turned around and tried to point to his barn, but he realized it was completely out of sight.

"That's what I thought." She said, dropping to the ground with a soft thud. It was now that he got a better look at her. And now that he realized how thin she was. Her gut was pulled into her ribcage, and her scales clung loosely to her tail. She wasn't friendly, she was HUNGRY.

"No, no, I swear, I'm not lost! My farm is back the way I came! Please don't-"

She pinched his lips closed with two of her fingers. "Shhh. How about this? You sleep with me, here, tonight, and tomorrow, we'll go see if your farm is real. If it is, I'll let you go if you give me a chicken or two. If not…" She trailed off as her stomach growled, a clear enough answer for him.

"Can't we just go back now?" He asked nervously.

"Of course not. We'll never make it before sundown. Now be quiet." With that, she wrapped her tail around him tightly, lowering him to the ground so he'd be in a more comfortable position to swallow.

He winced as he felt his shoes touch soft flesh. She wasn't even going to go slowly? He closed his eyes as she made her way up his legs, swallowing greedily. She only paused for a moment as she encountered his hips, just long enough to fit her mouth around them. And then, she just kept gulping him down. Warmth enveloped his lower body as the muscles in her throat flexed, bringing him deeper into her body. Soon enough, she was at his chest. Then his neck. And suddenly, his head was in the back of her throat. He opened his eyes, gazing out miserably at the setting stars before she closed her jaws and forced him down.

He only moved downwards for half a moment. She'd stopped swallowing. He couldn't understand why, at least until he realized. He was hanging on a precipice. One swallow more, and he'd be in her belly. One swallow less, and maybe he'd still have hope. But, he was greeted by the inevitable flex of muscles that pushed him further into the darkness.

He could feel how open her stomach was, even before he'd fully entered. But once he was spat out, he realized how comfortable it was. It was plush, and warm, and incredibly soft, albeit damp and slimy. It was like a living sleeping bag. Her stomach grumbled gently as he shifted into a more comfortable position, muscles slowly pressing on his back and sides.

"Comfortable?" She asked him, barely audible through the layers of flesh between him and the outside world.

"Actually… yeah." He responded, pressing a hand against her side.

He slowly felt her shift into a sleeping position. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She said, resting her chin on her stomach.

He drifted off to sleep easily. In the morning, he'd show her the farm. She'd get her pick of animals, and he would return to his work. For now though, he was safe.

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