Hey, Everyone! Here it is! The final Chapter! The conclusion of this tale of exile! Now in Van Hellscream's approach to his Fate, I will show how very much like an iconic hero he could have been had he not been so consumed and twisted by Hate.

If the obstacles he has to overcome in the Temple seem familiar, they should! I looked to everything in my DVD/BluRay library from the 'Indiana Jones' movies, 'The Mummy, Tomb of the Dragon Emperor', 'Goonies', to the 'Dungeons & Dragons' live-action movies for inspiration!

Chapter 18: Fate's Ultimate Irony

Van Hellscream face was painted in grim determination. On his belt he carried his whip, hunting knife, short-sword, and as many pouches of gold and jewels as he could carry without too much difficulty. On his back was his crossbow and a quiver of arrows and bolts; including two grapplers. In his left hand he carried a 'glow-stone' torch. Glow-stone was apparently unique to this realm, and gave off a glow not unlike fire, but without the flicker or heat.

Confident in his preparations, he climbed up the outside stairs to reach the entrance to the Temple about half-way up. His sub-conscious still nagged slightly at the vaguely familiar appearance of the Temple, but he ignored it as un-important. He looked warily into the entrance. He saw the remains of others from the past who had entered, but gotten no further. Tattered and mangled rags and equipment, and multiple broken bones littered the floor. He stepped in cautiously, all his senses on high-alert. Then he heard a sharp *click!*. He dove forward immediately, rolling forward on the floor even further as two heavy slabs of stone swung down to crash together where he'd been standing! After a few moments, he watched as the stones slowly re-set.

'Well that's a fine "how-do-you-do"! I've gotten friendlier greetings from vampires', he thought to himself with a grim smile. Looking about, he saw no way to go except the way he came in and some stairs leading down and turning toward the exterior. Keeping a sharp eye out for more traps, he made his way down.

He reached the first long corridor. It was relatively well-lit by multiple, equa-distant small openings in the ceiling. There were many alcoves on either side of the corridor. He could hear sounds of carnal pleasure. Not the fever-pitched, passionate, over-enthusiastic squeals of first-timers, but the contented moans of happy long-time lovers. He gripped the hilt of his sword as he moved forward, just in case.

As he drew up to two of the alcoves – one on each side of the corridor – he saw each contained a plant-like monster girl with tentacle-like vines engaged in passionate sex with a human male who appeared to return her lewd affections in kind! The sight disgusted him. They spared him only a brief glance as he passed, being rather….occupied with each other.

As he continued down the corridor, all of the alcoves contained similar…couples. It would seem that this had been another trap; the tentacle-plant monsters capturing intruders as breeding fodder! However, once they had all captured a man, the trap was effectively of no further use.

Just past them was a chasm that spanned the width of the corridor, the far side of which was beyond the ability for all but the most accomplished long-jumpers to cross un-aided. Clever. Even if an intruder could run past all the Tentacles without getting caught, this would stop them within reach of the plant monsters! Fortunately, he was prepared. He uncoiled his whip, and lashed out at what appeared to be the thick branch or root of a tree that spanned the gap about half-way across and about ten feet above it. It snapped around it firmly, and Van Hellscream swung across with ease. It took a few moments to disengage the whip and return it to his belt. He moved down further and turned the corner.

The next corridor was littered with bones. Dangerous, even with no other visible sign. There were random shafts of light down the first half of the corridor, the second half seemed to be broken up by evenly spaced bars of light spanning the full width. He proceeded carefully, ready for anything. He heard a faint, tell-tale sound as he stepped through a shaft of light, and twisted aside just in time to dodge a spear that thrust out of the wall! But in doing so, he broke another shaft of light, forcing him to dodge another, this one thrust up from the floor!

Now in a 'safe' spot, he observed the path ahead. He determined the best way to go to avoid further light-triggers. It would be awkward and difficult at points, but he could do it. As he proceeded carefully, he was reminded of high-tech laser trip-wires often used in high-end security systems back home.

After more than twenty minutes of careful maneuvering, and dodging two more spears, Van Hellscream now stood at the half-way point of the corridor. The way the light was cast from here onward, and the presence of more fractures among the bones littering the floor, seemed to indicate a change in hazard or trap here. The nature of the light made it impossible to avoid or work around.

Drawing his sword, he extended it toward the first bar of light, ready to pull back quickly. When the tip broke the light, four enormous axe-blades swung down from the ceiling to swing forward and back in unison. Casting his eyes about, he saw a large femur. Sheathing his sword he picked up the bone, figuring the original owner wouldn't mind, and hurled it down the corridor; triggering multiple rows of axes, one for each bar of light the bone crossed. Each alternating row of axes overlapped the next as they swung. He grinned when he figured out how to get past them.

With a well-timed jump to the wall, he bounced up on top of the blade of one of the first axes. He then stepped onto an axe in the next row during the overlapping swing. Then he moved to the next, and the next, and so on. It was faster going than avoiding the spears had been. He finally jumped safely off the last row of swinging blades at the end of the corridor, allowing him to turn the corner.

He stopped instantly. This corridor was completely different. The walls were covered with ornate, grotesque face carvings. And the floor-stone pattern was different, almost resembling a decorative tile pattern. Kneeling down, he took a closer look at the stones of the floor. There! The seams around the elongated hexagonal stone seemed both deeper and slightly wider than those of the stones around it. Grabbing the femur he'd thrown from where it fell, he held it vertically and gently pressed down on the suspicious stone. It shifted downward, and arrows suddenly shot out of the eye and mouth holes of one of the carvings, one of which struck the bone hard enough to pierce it!

Standing, Van Hellscream tapped the glow-stone of his torch twice, causing it to double in brightness. Looking at the floor before him he noticed that nearly all of the stones of that shape had the same features. They must all be triggers. He carefully picked his way along, avoiding those stones with every step. They seemed to grow more numerous and closer together the closer to the end he got. He heaved a sigh of relief when he reached the end and turned the corner.

Behind him was a large carving of the face of a dragon. In front of him, the walls and floor were completely covered by carvings and tiles, most of them 'eyes' of different colors. He carefully stepped forward…

He leaped back quickly to avoid the explosive jets of flame that shot out of random 'eyes' on the walls for a few seconds! Taking the bone – it had been quite handy so far! – he pressed on a floor tile that was different from the one he'd stepped on. Again, flames shot randomly from the eyes on the walls. Another, same thing. Next…..nothing. He saw that it was a red eye with sun-rays. He stepped on it. Still safe. He stepped diagonally to another about four feet away. Ok. Next.

When he was half-way down the corridor, he was about to step on another 'safe' tile, when it flipped over to reveal something else. He nearly lost his balance! He stepped to another safely, then the next one flipped as well, forcing him to find another. Then he heard the sound of stone grating against stone behind him, so he carefully looked back. The dragon-faced wall was moving toward him! And a four-foot jet of flames was spouting from its mouth! He looked at the floor ahead, to see the random 'safe' tiles rotating every few seconds! The dragon-wall was closing on him quickly! No choice! He broke into a sprint, barely keeping ahead of all the flames! He was nearly there, when a stone door began to descend! He dove through the doorway at the last moment.

As Van Hellscream caught his breath, he looked around the chamber he was now in. Skeletons and old weapons littered the floor, which was also riddled with tea-cup sized holes. Looking up, he saw similar holes in the ceiling. On the far side, he saw a closed stone doorway framed by a small hour-glass mounted on the wall on one side, and a recess with what appeared to be a handle of some kind.

Looking along the edges of the ceiling, he deduced this was a 'crush-room' that possibly also deployed spikes from the holes. However, he could not see anything that could be a trigger. He began to carefully make his way across the room, making sure not to step on any of the holes nor disturb the skeletons of those who failed in the past.

However, as he reached the mid-point, the entire floor seemed to shift slightly. The hour-glass flipped and the ceiling began to descend, followed by long wicked looking spikes to emerge from all the holes; a few up through the remains on the floor. He cursed and rushed across, realizing he was short on time. He reached the opening with the handle, only to find various spinning blades and spikes swept up and down and across the space in front of the handle in a set rotation pattern. Any attempt to reach the only means of opening the door would either shred his hand or remove it altogether! He could see the clockwork gears controlling the mechanism below it.

Looking quickly around, he saw a large mace on the floor near the door. Apparently one of these poor souls had attempted to simply break through the door out of desperation, judging by the chips and scratches on the door. He picked up the mace. The head was far too large to jam the blades and allow one to reach the handle, but he had a different idea. He jammed the wooden grip of the mace into the clockwork gears at just the right moment. The blades and spikes stilled, he pulled the door handle as the upper spikes started getting uncomfortably close. The door opened and he rushed through just in time.

After shooting a grappler to cross a long chasm of rushing water, Van Hellscream reached the end of the corridor and another corner. He looked into the next chamber and saw the floor made up of moderately brightly glowing tiles. Taking out the bone again, he tossed it into the room. As it hit the floor, electricity surged from the floor, reducing it to blackened ash! He loaded his crossbow with a grappler, and fired it across the room. He intended to use the rope to reach the other side without touching the floor, but it was not to be. The electricity surged up from the floor to destroy the rope.

Cursing his luck, he turned from the room to face the wall behind him. Huh? A mirror? Odd. Wait a minute. He looked back to the room, then at the mirror. Stepping back and slightly to one side from the mirror, he saw the some of the glowing floor-tiles were not glowing in the reflection! He pulled a bolt from his quiver and tossed it onto the nearest tile that was not glowing in the mirror. Nothing happened. He grinned at the ingenuity of this obstacle. The mirror reflected a safe path to the far side. Using the mirror as a guide, he made his way backwards across the glowing tiles and out of the room.

The next corridor appeared oddly safe and clear of any danger. But it seemed to dead-end at a sloping wall; a very shallow slope, easily climbed. At least until you were stopped at the ceiling. That didn't make sense. Not only was this the only path into the temple, but why block the way with a slanted wall? No. There must be something here, a way to move onward. Yes! This is a test! An obstacle to be overcome by intelligence and persistence. The builders of this Temple wanted only the most worthy to proceed.

He began to methodically tap on the walls around him. The sound changed when he tapped on the slanted wall. The vertical walls all sounded completely solid, this one, a little less so. Intrigued, he felt around the edges, and felt a faint airflow. Bingo! The corridor continues on the other side, but how to…? Of course!

He carefully climbed up the center of the slope. A moment after he passed the mid-point, it seemed to shift slightly. His guess confirmed, he kept going until he reached the ceiling. The sloping 'wall' beneath him shifted and tilted forward. When it stopped, he was facing down toward the floor on the other side. He stood and easily stepped to the floor. Holding up his glow-stone torch, he saw that it was only about fifty yards to the next corner.

Odd. The tilt-slab didn't return to its' original position after he stepped off. And why was the floor of this side of the corridor rounded like a half-pipe? Then he heard stone-on-stone grating together behind him. He hazarded a glance behind him to see a stone sphere fifteen feet across rolling down the slab toward him!

Van Hellscream turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him to keep ahead of the stone! But it was gaining on him. He dove around the corner just before it slammed thunderously into the end of the half-pipe corridor.

Coughing a bit as the dust settled, he rested and caught his breath. This place was certainly pushing him to his limits! Even if he still had his full company of hunters and agents, it's likely that he would have suffered some losses to these traps and obstacles. And who knows how much further it was to his goal.

Even as he contemplated this, he noticed an enscription on the wall. Runes carved into the very stone. Fortunately, he was well-versed in many forms of runes and ancient writings. Roughly translated:

"Welcome, Traveler. Only a true Hero could make it this far. The treasure and the Gateway are just ahead. But only on the path of knowledge can you proceed."

He made his way down the corridor. He stopped when he reached a point where the floor stones all had a single rune carved into it. He tentatively stepped on one…. And pulled back quickly when it crumbled away into empty space! He thought back to the message on the wall. '… only on the path of knowledge can you proceed.' Knowledge, knowledge…..Wait! It's so deceptively simple an answer that it's brilliant! Scanning the floor before him, he stepped on the first rune in spelling the word 'knowledge'. It held. Smiling he continued onto the next rune in the word, and the next. He had to jump from the final rune of the word to reach blank floor, but he managed. He turned the corner and climbed a small set of stairs and passed through a doorway…..and paused in awe of what he saw before him.

The central chamber was cavernously huge! It was clear that with the exception of the route he took, the entire pyramid was hollow, and contained its own little world. Sunlight streamed down in several places to nourish the lush vegetation all around. He could see many fruit trees, berry bushes, and even vegetables growing all over among the other plants. There was even a fresh-water stream flowing in from under a wall, entering a pool near one corner, then flowing out under the opposite wall. Fish slashed in the water, and he could see and hear birds and small animals.

But what really drew his attention was the central structure directly under the opening at the very top of the pyramid; obviously the Altar of All Realities, where the Nexus itself could be found. The sight of it gave him a sense of deja-vu, but he dismissed it. All around the altar, shiny treasure was stacked and piled haphazardly. Offerings to the Gods in times past, no doubt.

"At last", he grinned, as he ascended the stairs. Soon he would be home again and…. "What?! Where is the portal?! It was supposed to be here!"

"You're here at last!", a feminine voice cried with delight. From the opposite side of the structure a familiar, extremely attractive red-head appeared as she reached the top and walked toward him. "I knew the moment we met that you would be the one to finally reach me~."

"Quetza?!", Van Hellscream gasped in surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you get here before me? And where is the portal you promised? Was it all just a trick?!"

"Oh no, my love", she grinned coyly. "This is The Temple of All Realities. My family has guarded this place for centuries. And there was a Nexus portal. But I never said it was still open."

"WHAT?!", he roared in anger.

"As for how I got here first~", she grinned….and a pair of bright red, blue and gold feathered wings appeared and spread from her back!

"YOU'RE A MONSTER!", he shouted as he tried to back away and draw his sword, but… "Gah! I can't move!"

Quetza, with a coy, lustful, fanged smile began to change; as if an elaborate illusion was dissolving. Her peasant corset-dress became a skimpy red halter-top and belted on front and back loincloths that barely concealed her ass-crack and womanhood. Her long red hair turned an indigo with copper highlights and her eyes a hypnotic magenta with reptilian-slit pupils. Her tanned complexion became a flawless pale teal on her upper body, with blue tribal rune-like markings from her left hip upward, culminating with a heart-shaped mark on her cheek. Her fingernails became sharp claws and a row of red feathers grew along the bottom of her forearms from wrist to elbow. But most shocking of all, she had no legs! Instead, below her curvaceous hips and ass; she had a long, scaly, serpentine tail that was wrapped firmly around him! It was an iridescent green with a teal diamond-pattern down the back, with red-gold belly scales, and tipped with a plume of red feathers.

"So you're a quetzaquatl, hence your name", he huffed, still struggling.

"Me? Oh no, my love~", Quetza cooed, a pair of mini-snakes emerging from under her hair. "I'm an echidna, like my mother before me."

"Impossible! Echidnas don't have wings!"

"True, I am the first of my kind to have wings", she conceded. "I got them from my father, who was a quetzaquatl. My mother had all but given up hope of any of those she'd lured here of getting past all the tests, when my father arrived through the Nexus badly hurt. In fact, it was his arrival that used the very last of its power, sealing it forever."

"Wait! How long ago was this?", he demanded, a vague memory filling him with a sense of dread.

"About twenty-five years, give or take", she replied off-hand, as if it didn't really matter. "But despite my mother's healing skills, he succumbed to his wounds shortly after my birth."

It couldn't be! Her father couldn't have been the quetzaquatl that escaped him through a portal in his youth, could he?! Then Van Hellscream finally realized why this whole place seemed so familiar: it was almost exactly the same as that jungle pyramid in every way except scale!

"Nyugh! But why the deception?", he grunted as he queried. "My followers and I weren't actively hunting monsters here! We just wanted to go home! What was the point of luring us here with a chance to do just that, only for it to be a just a trick? What could you have to gain?"

"You really can't fathom it, can you?", she giggled. "All echidna's guard great treasure, and venture out in disguise to tempt the greatest of heroes to come claim it. Thanks to my wings, I could venture far and wide beyond any others to do so. When I found you, I knew you were the one. That's why I marked you as mine; to protect you from any others on your journey. Talia and I could see each other for what we truly were, but we made a silent pact; she would help ensure that you made it here for me while seeing to her own happiness as well as that of all your followers."

"But why did you want me here so desperately?", he asked, remembering how she'd kissed his forehead back in Hopkinton, and how at times along the way other monster girls seemed to pout as they avoided him. She'd claimed him! But why?

"Is it not obvious, Beloved~?", she grinned lewdly, her face mere inches from his as she caressed his cheek lovingly with her hand. Feeling his skin, and smelling his intoxicating scent was enough to make her fertile womb throb, eager for his seed. She seductively removed her scant clothing. "For the same reason all my kind seek the greatest of heroes: to claim the man destined to be my husband and mate …and have many, many children~."

Van Hellscream gasped in revulsion, trying desperately again to break free; and again failing to even move. When he learned the true nature of the monsters of this realm, it had thoroughly sickened him. But this? This was far worse! There was a reason echidnas were known as the 'Mother of all Monsters'! She intended to use him, his seed, to breed monstrous children of all kinds, perhaps even new breeds never seen before!

"NO! I AM VAN HELLSCREAM! THE LAST AND GREATEST IN A CENTURIES-LONG LINE OF MONSTER HUNTERS! I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN BECOME A 'FATHER' OF MONSTERS!"

"Shhhhhhhhhh~", she cooed lovingly, touching her finger gently to his lips, silencing him with magick. "Fear not, my love~. Once you sample the carnal delights of my body, your heart and body will happily surrender to my love. You will yearn for nothing more than our love and many, many future children. Your hate and desire to return home will fade as if they never existed. I'll teach you about monsters… I hope you're ready for it. So now, the first…. kiss~."

She knew that her devilish body would bind Van Hellscream to her with feminine charm and pleasure… And that it would bind her to him with a woman's happiness. The love and lust welling up from her instincts would never betray him. No, they could never betray him. That was how strongly she loved him. How strongly she needed him. Her long forked tongue licked her full lips.

Van Hellscream struggled futilely. The air was thick with her pheromones, and her huge breasts were pressing into his chest. He was appalled as his body began to respond with arousal.

"First… a kiss… Mmm~…", she moaned as she leaned forward.

"Mph…!?"

She brought one hand to his cheek and the other to his chin. Then she tilted his head back and stole a kiss. It tasted faintly sweet. For both of them.

Van Hellscream tensed up. His eyes widened in surprise. It was his first kiss from a monster. It was a first for both of them. Her heart danced with joy at kissing her human husband-to-be. But Quetza had no intention of stopping there.

Without releasing his lips, she snaked her long, forked tongue inside his mouth. His saliva was thick and gooey — probably due to a combination of nerves and involuntary arousal. The sweetness filled her with bliss, which was only enhanced by the knowledge that this was his flavor.

'Aah… Beloved… You're delicious…', she thought to herself.

Her tongue caught his — which seemed to be trying to escape — coiled around it, and drew it into her mouth. Then, she transferred the saliva – laced with her lewd venom – that had built up in her mouth to his along our intertwined tongues. Quetza felt the muscles in Van's throat move and saw the corners of his eyes droop a little. He seemed to be enjoying it.

Van Hellscream's mind screamed in protest at his body's betrayal and response to his attacker. Partway through the kiss, his moans began to leak out of what little of his mouth wasn't blocked by hers. She could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. His body was accepting her, starting to ache for more. He was burning with arousal and passion, even as he mentally screamed in anguish and denial.

Her erotic, monstrous body flushed. Every inch of it began to ache for him.

Reluctantly, Quetza uncoiled her tongue and released Van's, although it was still inside her mouth. Instead, she began to suck passionately on it. She slowly moved their lips apart, stroking his tongue with her lips as well as the walls of her mouth. The echidna's lips contracted, pressing tight around his tongue as it passed through them. Finally, she lustily sucked hard on the tip of his tongue as it left her lips with a wet, slurping sound.

Van Hellscream's tongue hung limply out of his mouth. He was panting. It sounded like he'd enjoyed it too. On top of that, his eyes were looking more and more intoxicated. He looked so adorable Quetza could barely stand it.

All the stiffness had gone out of his limbs. The snake part of her supported his weight with ease. Their kiss was done, but his tongue was still hanging out of his mouth… It looked almost like he was begging her to kiss him again.

The saliva she'd poured into his open mouth was drooling out the corners of it, mixed with his own. That went to show how much Van had physically enjoyed that first kiss, despite his mental protests and denial.

Training him in pleasure gave her feelings of conquest and fulfillment. Quetza stared at Van Hellscream, basking in the afterglow of the kiss and digesting the feminine joy of making the man she loved feel sublime pleasure because of her.

"Aah… Hehe… Now… let me help you out of these bulky things… I need to feel you skin to skin~."

She loosened the coils of her snake half, moved her upper body away from his, and grasped the clothes and weapons he was wearing. A few buttons and belts was all it took to remove them. She got it all off him in no time at all. Then she set to work on what he was wearing underneath it.

"Ah… Stop… This is wrong…" He panted, weakly twisting and clutching the hems of his clothes. His grip was as weak as his voice, so it was really resistance in name only thanks to her lewd venom.

Quetza ignored it and pulled up his shirt, exposing his sweaty abs, which she ogled with delight. She celebrated by stripping his upper body the rest of the way in one yank.

"Why is it wrong? I'm a woman, you're a man… and I love you~. I've loved you — wanted you — since the moment we met in Hopkinton… Mmph… Mmm… *ssnniiiiifff* Ah, you smell nice…~", she moaned.

Quetza dropped the clothes she'd pulled off Van and pressed her lips to his firm chest and sucked passionately. When she was done, a kiss mark stood out boldly on his left pec, over his heart. Once she'd seen that, she buried her face in his neck as she re-tightened her coils on his legs and torso. That pressed their bodies together, grinding her chest against his. She took deep breaths, filling her lungs with the smell of his sweaty body.

The manly smell of sweat accented the sweet scent of essence. Van's own indescribably pleasant scent added to the mix and increased her arousal.

'I can feel his body heat directly through my chest. I'm afraid I'm going to melt! My nipples are fully erect. Rubbing on his hot, flushed chest every time either of us makes the slightest movement, spreading a tingle of pleasure through my whole breasts!', she thought to herself dreamily.

All she was doing was pressing her chest against his, but it felt better — sweeter — than anything she'd experienced before. Her monster body extracted the maximum pleasure from even the least stimulation, and the fact that it was her beloved Van's body she was feeling magnified her bliss and satisfaction many times over.

Quetza lightly kissed his neck, then stretched her long, forked tongue around to lick his nape. Van shivered and reflexively let out a cute little moan. The sound of it was so tantalizing that she couldn't help wanting to hear more.

His shivers made his chest rub her nipples more, giving her even greater pleasure. It felt so good she could barely stand it, but it still wasn't enough, not nearly. Her monstrous body soaked it up and still wanted more. If just rubbing her nipples on him felt this good, other things must feel much, much better.

Van's taste on her tongue, set off by the salty tang of sweat and the faint savor of essence, was delicious. It tasted so good it made Quetza want to lick him all over.

"Here, let me help you…~"

"What…? Ah… Ooh… Stop…"

She reached her free hand down to his crotch and stroked his painfully erect penis. It was so hard and stiff she could feel it straining against the fabric of his trousers, and she was the one who had made it that way, over his protests and resistance. That made her happy.

Quetza whispered in his ear as she undid his belt buckle with a metallic clink. Then her right hand slithered inside his trousers and quickly seized his cock. It was big, and hard, and hot, and sticky fluid was leaking from its tip. The lewd touch of it excited her lust more than she could bear.

Just her hand on his dick was enough to make Van shiver and let out high-pitched moans. At the same time, his cock was twitching in her hand.

Then, she lowered her other hand and the tip of her tail to his trousers and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

"Aah… I just can't get enough of your scent…~"

Now that his trousers were off, the smell of his musky cock came wafting up to her. The odors of sweat and essence were so concentrated they made her head spin. It smelled so masculine, so delicious, that she could barely stand it. His scent triggered her most primal instincts. Her womb throbbed and love juice dribbled from her vulva to run down her snake half.

'If smelling it does this to me now, I can't even imagine what it would be like when it's right in my face~!', she thought to herself, licking her lips.

Quetza pulled her upper body away from his. Then, she passed the uncoiled length of her snake half between his legs and laid it out behind him.

"Here's my special bed, my love. Come on, we're all ready…"

"Ooh…N-nnooo…..d-d-don't….wroooonnng…",

Quetza wrapped Van up with the tip of her tail and pulled him down with a lusty grin, gently laying him on her tail. She sighed contentedly, as it allowed her to feel his warmth even more clearly. It felt good.

Van Hellscream tried desperately to summon his strength, to struggle, to escape the grasp of this shameless monster slut. But between the diluted venom from her deep kisses and the strength of her coils, it was hopeless. His will was crumbling. He was only barely maintaining his psychological resistance.

"I'm going to teach you the pleasure of my love and body, Husband~", Quetza cooed. She wanted the sight to be burned into his memory, so she lifted his upper body a little, supporting him so that he would have a better view of their hips. Then, she looped another coil around him again to make sure he couldn't run.

"Hehe… I'll start with my hands…"

Van Hellscream was lying on top of her tail, his cock thrusting into the air above his crotch. It was magnificent to her eyes — flushed red with blue veins running through it. He was so aroused that it was throbbing rhythmically even though she wasn't touching it. Its tip was wet and glistening with slippery goo. It was her first time seeing a man's organ like that, but it didn't frighten her at all. In fact, it looked lovely…..delicious.

Quetza lowered her upper body and, without hesitation, gripped his base with her left hand and his tip with my right. She could now feel Van's pulse. Arousal was making his heart beat so hard it seemed in danger of bursting, despite his feeble verbal protests.

"See…? Doesn't that feel good…~? Look how slippery my hands are getting…"

"Aah…", he moaned involuntarily.

Quetza was far more womanly than any human woman. Her hands were soft and silky smooth all over. Her clawed fingers were supple, slender, and able to move far more delicately than a human's. They were truly hands for pleasuring a man with.

Her right hand was gentle on his sensitive tip. The left was rough on his base. They each moved separately, but they were both stroking his cock. Van's dick twitched every time her fingers brushed his glans or frenulum, and he let out stifled moans.

It seemed he was trying to grit his teeth and endure the pleasure. Still, he was staring awfully hard at Quetza's fingers on his cock… Deep down, he was sickened that his rebellious body really wanted her to make him feel even better.

Then Van noticed she saw him watching her, he hesitantly looked away in shame. Even then, he kept stealing glances at her massive chest, her hands, and all sorts of other parts of her hot body. His stifled resistance only fanned the flames of her desire.

"Just be honest with yourself… It'll feel better if you don't try to hold back, my love~."

It looked like he was still trying to hold out. Thick, sticky pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock, making its whole length wet and slippery, but he still hadn't cum.

"In that case… how about this? I bet you can't hold back… if I jerk you off with my tail… and massage your balls…"

"N-no, not that… Ah… Aah… Aaah…!", Van moaned through grit teeth.

If he was going to deny himself, she'd just have to make him feel even better. She took her hands off his cock and coiled the tip of her tail around it instead. Quetza's scaly snake half was soft and smooth in a different way from her skin, and she could move it as skillfully as her hands. Needless to say, it was just as capable of pleasuring Van and making him hers.

While her tail was busy with Van's cock, her hands were lower down, cupping his ball sack and gently, carefully massaging it. She instinctively knew how to use just the right amount of pressure to make him feel good.

"Aah… You look like you're about to cum~… Am I right?", Quetza smirked, licking her lips hungrily.

"S-stop…! I'm—"

Every stroke of her tail tip drew a shrill cry from the hunter and made his cock twitch in her coils. He had tensed his lower body in an effort to hold it back, but the ball massage was sapping his strength.

Once that happened, the rest was easy. His ball sack drew back toward the base of his cock. She could tell he was rapidly preparing to ejaculate. She had no idea how long he'd been saving it up, but the firm springiness of his balls and the scent of essence seeping from his ball sack made her sure he was about to let out a lotof semen.

"That's it, Darling! Don't hold back. Let it all out…!"

"Ooh… Aah…!"

She finished him off with one last hard stroke, and his cock finally started to pulse. Quetza coiled her squirming tail tightly around every inch of it to make sure she didn't waste any of his cum. She felt something hot on the part of her touching his tip. It wasn't ordinary heat; it was the flush of ecstasy that receiving his essence spread through her body. It felt good.

When Quetza looked at Van's face; he was wearing a pained, cornered, adorable expression. Drool was trailing from the corner of his mouth. He was raising his voice in ecstasy.

Of course, she kept up her assault throughout his ejaculation; keeping her hands and tail moving, giving him even more pleasure in hopes of wringing every drop of cum she could out of him.

Every time his dick pulsed, it shot out semen. His cloudy, white cum was seeping out between the tights coils of her tail. Actually, it had a slight yellow tint to it, and it was so thick she could almost scoop it up like jelly. He must have been holding it in for quite a while.

"Hehehe… So much… I'm flattered…"

"Aaah… Aah…", he panted, the devilish pleasure and his futile resistance starting to take a toll. The powerful pulsations of his cock finally stopped. The former master hunter exhaled. He sounded exhausted.

Quetza uncoiled the tip of her tail, which was stained white with the proof of his joy, his submission, and his desire. Sticky, liquid strands still linked my tail to his cock. The white of his semen stood out in contrast to the bright colors of her underbelly and scales. It looked tasty.

"Aah… Your cum… looks delicious…", she cooed.

The sexy echidna brought her tail up to her face so that she could give Van a good look at the white stuff smeared all over it and so she could smell his essence up close. His scent was delicious, sweet, and chokingly thick. She filled her nose and lungs with it. It made her head spin.

A sweet, tingling ache ran through her top and bottom mouths. She couldn't stop either of them drooling.

Van watched as she decided to follow her desire — she pressed her tongue to her cum-covered tail and started to lick it clean. The scent became overwhelming for her. His succulent flavor threatened to bewitch Quetza's tongue. No, not just her tongue — the taste of his essence was spreading through every nook and cranny of her mouth, even to parts where humans had no sense of taste. It was absolutely delicious.

She stared lovingly into Van's eyes as she stuffed her cheeks with his cum, turned it over on her tongue, savoring its flavor, and loudly gulped it down. It caught in her throat, accompanied by searing ecstasy as it slowly fell toward her stomach.

Van Hellscream's mind and body were in tumultuous conflict with each other. The carnal pleasure he was experiencing at the hands of this monster was swiftly eroding his mental resistance, despite his intense, life-long hate and disgust with all things monstrous. The vision of Quetza slurping down his semen with lusty relish was so very….erotic.

Quetza felt satisfied, fulfilled, bliss even. It was no momentary pleasure — this pleasure would stay with her until she had finished absorbing his essence. It was like a full stomach. She was full, but still wanted more and more. Her body, spurred by pleasure, was heating up from the inside. She would never get sick of this feeling. She was getting addicted to it. Now that she'd gotten a taste of him, she couldn't live without him. Her instincts, and body, told her so.

"Aah, my Love… Your scent is… seeping into me…"

She licked her tail tip clean of semen. When she held it under her nose, though, she could still detect the lingering scent of essence.

'It probably won't come off even if I washed it', she thought dreamily to herself. 'Even when we weren't making love, I could still feel his presence. I sensed him when he entered the Temple. This is proof that I am his woman and that he is my man.'

He moaned involuntarily, making Quetza let out an ecstatic sigh as she savored his irresistible semen. For a monster, there was no better feast than the semen of the man she loved. She savored the semen that was left in her mouth and gulped it down. Then, she brought her face close to his. She wanted to show him how blissfully happy she was.

"Why the long face…?", Quetza asked him, staring into his eyes. "It felt good, didn't it…? It was good for me too; your cum tastes delicious."

"This…..so…..wrong", he panted softly. "I-I'm a…..h-h-hunter."

He was already losing his resistance to her being a monster. He was starting see her as a woman, much to his dismay.

"If it feels good, say so. Mmm… Mmph…", she moaned, lewdly licking her lips.

"Ooh… Aah…"

She pulled her face back and gave his cock a kiss. It was still covered in cum, so she sucked it into her mouth and licked it clean.

He must still be sensitive so soon after cumming, so she was sure to be slow and gentle. Quetza didn't want to bully him. Even so, Van was moaning in pleasure. That was equally impossible to resist.

"Ah… Mph… Are you going to cum again…~?"

Moments later she released his now clean cock from her mouth. It was still hard, despite his ejaculation. Did Van have incredible stamina, or was it thanks to the pleasure Quetza's monster body and lewd venom gave him? Or was it both? Either way, it looked like she had more fun to look forward to.

"Next, my tits…~", she hefted her massive mams seductively with a wink. "You can't get enough of them, can you?"

His hard cock was right in front of her, glistening with her spit — a symbol of manhood. She slid it into her cleavage, squeezing and wrapping it with her massive breasts — symbols of motherhood.

Van didn't quiver this time; his whole body relaxed. He looked like he was in ecstasy, as his inner turmoil was pushed deeper within. The look on his face was cute in a different way from the pained one he'd worn when she'd used her talented hands and tail.

"Come on. Tell me how good this feels~", Quetza purred.

She rubbed my breasts together with her hands, hitting his dick with unpredictable waves of pleasure.

"They're springy… but they're so soft, too… And slippery… Ah… Aah…", he panted softly, his mouth was lolling half open. His eyes were glued to her breasts, which changed shape as they were pressed between her hands and his cock. His gaze was enough to send a sweet tingle through her chest.

"I see… Well then, I'm going to… squeeze~", she cooed as she pressed her tits together hard, like she was trying to crush his cock. She wouldn't, of course, but almost every inch of his pole ended up buried in voluptuous tit flesh.

Van Hellscream could not deny the erotic pleasure flooding his body, no matter how much his mind wanted to reject it. A husky moan escaped his throat. Quetza grinned. Even if he wouldn't put his pleasure into words, being able to make him feel this good gave her a sense of accomplishment. It also did a lot to fulfill the desire to dominate him swirling in her heart.

'Besides, He's the only one who could know how and why he felt good. Knowing that would help me to train him in further pleasure', she smirked to herself.

"Hehe… I'm going to start moving now, Darling… Go ahead and cum all over me whenever you want~"

She moved her breasts up and down, stroking his cock without lessening the pressure on it. She was so turned on. It was like she was turning her breasts into a sex organ for milking his essence.

The spit she'd used for lubricant was making lewd, squelchy, wet sounds. She could feel his big, strong cock pushing and rubbing its way through her tits. It felt good, but not like the tingling she'd felt from her nipples. It was a hot, sloppy pleasure, like her breasts were melting from the inside. Even though she was on top, she was the one milking him. Still, it almost felt like he was ravishing her tits. And it made her so happy.

"Ooh… Aah!… I'm going to cum… again…!", he grunted, trying desperately to hold it back.

Van was staring at Quetza. His eyes were half closed and his face was slack. On the surface, he looked like he'd been completely carried away by pleasure. Any idea of holding back his ejaculation was hopeless. Some of his shame and his reason were left, but his body was joyfully accepting the pleasure she gave him.

His cock occasionally peeked its head out from between her big tits. Precum was leaking from his urethra again and creating more lubrication, and the scent was driving her crazy.

The former master hunter moaned as his cock started twitching. His eyes said that he was at the end of his rope.

"Hehe… I'll finish you off, so… you'd better shoot out lots of cum in between my tits", she giggled, causing her tits to quiver erotically around his already highly stimulated rod.

Sensing that he was close to a second ejaculation, Quetza used her whole arms to hug her own breasts and press them down on his cock from all sides. With a lusty grin, she began to rock her body, giving him even more stimulation. She was eagerly driving him toward orgasm.

"Aaauuuuughh…!"

Van climaxed with a slack-jawed look on his face. The thought that she was the one who'd drawn that expression out of him sent thrills down her spine to her wet womanhood. He looked so lovely that she could almost cum just watching him. His cock throbbed and she could feel something hot flooding my cleavage. Of course, she kept his penis trapped between her tits and kept up her erotic assault on it until it had completely stopped.

"Aaah…. You came so much~", she purred. It seemed he didn't realize that her venom was not only keeping him fully erect, but was also stimulating his semen production. She loosened her hold and let his thick semen spill out of her cleavage to form a little pool with his cock head sticking out of it. She made sure to give Van a good view, with a grinning lick to her lips.

He breathed heavily as he stared at his cum filling her cleavage. His eyes were glued to her tits, the symbols of her womanhood, which he'd dirtied with his semen. The sense of immorality and domination he got from that must have been exhilarating. After all, Quetza really couldn't live without him now. She was his woman now, and his alone. Just as he was her man.

The reason and self-control that had been in Van's eyes were steadily wearing away. They were starting to gleam with lust. A look she accepted gladly. In fact, she wanted him to vent more of his lust on her, never wanted him to stop.

"This time, I'll use my tongue. Mph… Mmm… Mph…"

"Aah…!"

With his cock still between her tits, she stuck out her long tongue and let it droop down. She could move all of it — even the forked tip — freely and dexterously. Its length allowed her to coil it around his cock and tease it more delicately than any human tongue could. It was also sensitive and capable of enjoying every last drop of essence to the fullest.

Lowering her face, she plunged that tongue into the semen cupped between her mams, and gave Van's sunken glans a sticky lick. It was the most sensitive part of his cock, which was already sensitive from ejaculating. He let out a cute, almost girlish, cry and stared at her, blinking in surprise.

"What'sh wrong…? Doesh it feel 'oo 'ood…?"

"Ooh… Aah…! Please… be gentle…!"

Quetza kept lapping up his delicious cum as she ran her tongue over his head. Of course, she realized how sensitive he was after cumming twice. She wasn't going to let her teasing turn painful; she was just going to keep him feeling good. An advantage to being a monster.

As a matter of fact, there was no trace of pain in Van's moans. He was just surprised by how good it felt. His face told her the same thing, despite the 'wrongness' nagging at the back of his mind. The remnants of his lifelong bigotry.

"No… You'fe 'ot to feel eben 'etter…"

Quetza squeezed her breasts back together and raised them a little, so that his tip was buried between them. Then, she stretched my tongue down around his cock as it nestled in her cleavage. She slipped it in between her skin and his penis and ran the tip over his glans. She licked the cum off and carried it back to her mouth, relishing the rich flavor. The pressure of her tits squeezed her tongue against his cock, forcing him to feel every tiny bump on its surface. Relentlessly, mercilessly, she thrust her forked tongue down again and again.

She paid special attention to the underside of his head to make sure that none of his cum escaped. She ran her tongue along his frenulum in one smooth motion. When she looked up at Van's face, and saw that pleasure had completely blotted out his surprise.

"Mph… Mmm… What felt better: me being gentle, or what I'm doing now…?"

"Haa… haa… Both…", he wheezed, not sure why he answered at all.

She loved the way his eyes were slightly out of focus as he answered.

One last lick to his shaft left both his cock and her tits totally clean. She gave his urethra a parting lap, which drew a wordless cry from Van, and left him breathing raggedly.

"He-he… Is that so…? Well then, why not try this next? Hmmm…~?"

Releasing his penis from her chest, she brought her face close to his, and made a show of licking her lips. She made sure he knew how full and moist her lips were compared to a human. She opened her mouth wide and gave him a good look at the forked tongue writhing inside it. She really wanted him to understand what part of her was going to pleasure him next.

Once Van's eyes crawled over her lips, mouth, and tongue, Quetza pulled her face back and kissed the tip of his exposed cock. Then, she slowly opened her mouth, sucking on his tip all the while, until she'd drawn his whole head into her hot mouth. She pursed her lips around his corona. That made his dick twitch, as her venom seeped into his skin and urethra.

She sucked the air out of her mouth, making her cheeks cave in and hug his length. She kept them that way as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, orally stroking his cock.

His face was twisted into a disgracefully wanton expression. Quetza turned her eyes upward to look at Van and was pleased to find him staring back with arousal.

"Mmph… Nn… Mmm…"

"Aah…! Q-Quetza…!"

'If it makes him want me — if it gives him pleasure — I didn't care what I look like', Quetza thought to herself as she slurped on his hard-on.

Her head rose and fell with wet, sucking sounds, going faster and farther with every stroke. At last, her full lips were pressed around the base of his cock. She held it there, wrapping her tongue around it and using her whole mouth to suck as its coils tightened.

She could feel his tip pushing the back of her throat open. She thought she might make a habit of tasting him with the back of her throat like this. It was a little hard to breathe, obviously, but it wasn't really painful and the pleasure she felt more than made up for it.

She didn't relax her slurping suction as she slid his cock out. She shook her head regretfully as she half dragged it out of her mouth. Then, she sucked it in up to the base again. Repeat.

Quetza felt tremendous satisfaction. She was giving him a thorough lesson in how good it felt to be pleasured by her whole mouth and throat. The mouth and throat of a monster.

Before too long, the taste of pre-cum was spreading through her mouth. His cock had started a countdown to ejaculation.

She didn't waste a moment shoving his penis back into her mouth, as deep as she could. She began to hum hungrily, the vibrations increasing the stimulation. She made her throat open and close like she was trying to draw him deeper inside, inciting him to orgasm.

His cock throbbed and swelled up even bigger than it had been already. She felt it spreading her throat. At the same time, waves of essence splashing into the back of her throat. She gulped it down eagerly, using the wet lining at the back of her mouth to taste semen that had not touched air or been diluted by spit. Van was virtually cross-eyed as he unloaded into her throat; marking her as his. Quetza had literally 'blown' his mind!

It was his third ejaculation, but it was even thicker than the previous two. So thick that it might have stuck there in her throat forever if she hadn't so eagerly gulped it down. Swallowing it was no mean feat, either. He ended up pouring cum into her faster than she could drink it, and the excess expanded her throat even more.

It was more bliss than she could take. The taste and smell of his essence were making her mind go blank. And she still didn't spill a drop. She caught all of Van's creamy, white cum with the back of her throat until his cock stopped throbbing.

Once his ejaculation was over, Quetza reluctantly pulled his penis free of her mouth. All the while, she was trying to choke down the dense cum that had built up in her throat, one swallow at a time. It felt like she was chewing the sticky globs of cum. Each swallow made her mind melt with the thick taste and smell of his essence.

Quetza finally got it all past down her throat and felt it flowing toward her stomach. When it got there, a torrent of hot, sweet ecstasy exploded from inside her. She was in no state to resist. She thought she might dissolve into a puddle of joy.

She looked at Van through a haze of bliss that was almost orgasmic and found him basking in the afterglow of his ejaculation, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Mmm… Now… You know what comes next, don't you…? Babymaking~."

Van Hellscream's eyes widened as her words sank in past the haze of pleasure she'd been drowning him in. He wanted to resist! He must not allow himself to be defiled any further, and especially not like that! He mustered what strength he could, but his protest came out as a garbled, grunting moan.

Quetza looked at Van, and felt boundless love and a throbbing ache in her womb. The ache had started when she first met him in Hopkinton all those weeks ago. As a woman, as a monster, she wanted to have her darling Van's children more than she could bear.

"Darling~. You're going to make me a woman….and a mother~."

The winged echidna raised her upper body, snake belly glistening in the light, slick with the love juices overflowing from her womanhood.

She focused her mana, and a black and silver pointer appeared in her right hand.

"Here, take a good look at my insides… I'm about to use them to show you pleasure beyond our wildest dreams", she cooed in a lustful purr.

She spread her slit with her fingers, exposing the soft, pink flesh inside. The pointer indicated her unused, virgin hole. It was making naughty, wet sounds as love juice trickled out of it. She wanted him to see.

"Hehe… I bet you can see my hymen. You're going to make me a woman, my love~."

Van didn't say anything. He just panted, his mouth half open. His eyes followed the pointer. He looked greedy…and horrified. He must have been looking forward to the pleasure of sex with her, or to taking her virginity, or both; while part of his mind raced with a horror not unlike that of a man about to be eaten alive. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down.

"You'd better watch me put it in~."

"Ooh… n-noooo…"

Quetza slowly brought Van's cock closer to her open slit. Cowgirl position.

Even after three ejaculations, his member was still hard and erect. That was rare for a human, under normal circumstances. But the venom he'd absorbed directly into his genitals was not only keeping him hard, but had kicked the sperm production of his testicles into over-drive! Van might already be starting to turn into an incubus, but she was still the one doing it to him. Either way, as a woman and monster, it made her proud that he was still hard and wanting her.

Another shower of nectar dripped from her slit onto his cock, making it twitch with anticipation. She grinned as she saw it react. Then, she brought down her lower lips, and they touched with a wet squish. Just that little touch was too hot, too sweet, and too tasty for her to bear.

She slowly lowered her hips, still pointing to where her slit met his cock. Her eyes were eagerly devouring the sight of them physically linked as she gave him her virginity. Van's gaze, following the pointer, was fixed on the same spot. Quetza wanted to burn the image into both their memories.

She felt no hesitation or fear about pulling him into her body; only anticipation and joy.

His glans was spreading her dripping vagina. Then, with a burst of pleasure, his dick tore through her hymen. The pleasure was so intense for her that there was no pain.

His tip was sliding all the way to the hilt inside her. It didn't feel like an intruder; it felt like it belonged. A need was being filled. Heat and pleasure came to her through her spread-open hymen. It felt like the line that divided her from her lover was dissolving. She could hardly tell where her pussy stopped and his cock began. At the same time, the taste of his essence was spreading through her. It was sheer pleasure with a flavor.

The lower her hips sank, the deeper inside that pleasure spread. Quetza instinctively knew that she and Van — woman and man — were meant to be united like this.

"Ah… Aahmm~… You're inside me, Beloved…~", she breathed huskily. "Isn't it wonderful~?"

"Haa… Aah…"

His head bumped against her innermost depths and stopped, pressing into them. As it did, a mad, syrupy, scorching heat swirled inside her nether-region, coiling like a snake. She was driven by the urge to get his seed inside her womb as soon as she possibly could. Either Van was a perfect fit for her, or she was a perfect fit for him. Either way, Quetza couldn't contain her joy. Before she knew it, her vagina was unconsciously twisting and tightening around his hard rod. When she concentrated, she could feel him with every fold. The pointer allowed them both to see the swollen head of his cock pressed up against her cervix as jolts of pleasure shot through them both.

"Mmm… Ah… We're… a perfect match… How do you like… my first time…?"

His verbal response was garbled by the overwhelming lust and pleasure, even as a small part of him deep down was screaming in denial and protest.

She pointed to where they were joined, savoring his cock all the while. A trickle of red was mixed with the love juices spilling out over Van's crotch.

The sight wasn't painful to her. In fact, it gave her great joy. It was proof that she'd given her virginity to the man she loved. Seeing it made the fact hit home.

His gaze was focused on the same spot, just like she wanted it. For a moment, he looked worried about deflowering her, a monster, but then his expression relaxed. He must have been able to tell that it didn't hurt. A look of pleasure and arousal started to cover his face as passion filled his gaze.

"Hehe. Is that so…? You feel great too… You're hot… and you taste wonderful… But I'm going to make you feel even better, Darling~… Here I go…~! Aah... Mmm…! Aah…!"

"Ah… Ooh… Aah…! Q-Quetza…!"

Quetza released Van's arms from her coils and let the pointer dissolve back into mana. Then, she linked her hands with his, twining their fingers tightly together so that they wouldn't come apart. He seemed to reciprocate by putting more force into his grip.

She slowly lifted her hips, pulling her tight, wet pussy up the length of his cock. She regretted putting distance between Van's heat and her deepest parts. The folds that lined her love-tunnel squeezed and tugged at his shaft as if to say that they wouldn't let her drag it free. The pleasure of it shivered up her spine to numb her brain.

Van's eyes were bleary as he moaned with pleasure. His hands clung tighter to hers His physical resistance a distant memory. Through her snake half, Quetza could feel that his lower body was trembling.

Once she'd raised her hips as high as she could stand to, she let gravity slam them back down. His cock stabbed back into her. It pushed — gouged — its way through her tight, well-lubricated pussy and smacked into her cervix so hard she thought it might break through into her womb.

A shock of pleasure shook her to the core. It felt so good she couldn't see straight.

"Nnh…! Aah…! Van! My Darling…!"

"Aah… Ooh…! Quetza, I'm… Ah… Aah…! N-no, I'm going to…!"

She shook her hips over and over again, making dirty wet sounds as she called his name. The heat in her womb grew with every thrust. Pleasure piled on pleasure, rising higher and higher. It was at the bursting point. Massive orgasm was closing in.

Van was grunting and panting heavily, too. His voice was high and hoarse with pleasure. His adorable answering cries told her that he was as close as she was.

"Me too…! Aah, aahn! Aaaaah!"

"Ooh, aah, Oooh…Uuungh!", Van grunted with effort to hold back the inevitable.

'I-I-I m-m-mustn't!', his deep-seated hate unsuccessfully tried to remind his mind and body. 'N-n-not with a m-m-m-MONSTER!'

Quetza slammed her hips down with all her might, driving his cock deeper inside her pussy than ever before, and kept them pressed down. Her cervix ground against his tip, bringing her even closer to climax.

His cock was twitching inside her. But those tremors were only a prelude to the violent, rhythmical throbbing that burst the dam holding back her pent-up pleasure. The ecstatic heat coiled in her womb burst, rushing through every fiber of her being. It was her first orgasm with a man — a torrent of pleasure that was nearly driving her insane.

Her body spasmed out of control. Her back arched like a bow, and her soul let out a primal scream of pleasure.

Her body was so sensitive it felt like one big erogenous zone. Even the feel of Van's warmth and size through her snake half added to her orgasm.

Then, triggered by her climax, "NnyyyaaaaAAAUUUGH! AAAUUGH! Aaaaugh!", semen gushed out of his urethra — which was pressed right against her cervix — and poured right into her hungry, very fertile womb. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of their mutual orgasm, his will finally completely broke as his 'white flag of surrender' was carried gleefully into his enemy's camp. The very last of his resistance fell away so deep into his subconscious as to never be heard again.

Quetza had been longing for this moment since she first met him weeks ago. Her womb, which had been aching for his seed, became suddenly more sensitive to pleasure in the middle of her climax. His boiling hot cum was filling it up. It was the ultimate bliss — searing, melting, incomparable. The sweet, intoxicating flavor of her darling's essence. Bliss and fulfillment were coursing through her body and soul. The ecstasy her womb felt was spreading to every fiber of her being, propelling her orgasm to new heights.

Her womanhood squirmed and her womb eagerly sucked. They wanted more. Over and over again, they milked his cock as it pulsed and spewed out gush after gush of his hot cream.

"Ah… Ah… Ahn… Van…you've marked me as yours now, Darling…just as I've made you mine… I'm so happy…~"

"Ah… Aah… Uuungh…"

As the wave of her orgasm rolled out, Van's throbbing also came to an end. Their climax was over, but the afterglow wrapped them in a pleasant, floating sensation. Her womb could still taste his semen. It hadn't missed a drop. The sweet pleasure of its flavor wasn't as intense as when he'd first poured it inside, but it was still radiating through her body and showed no sign of stopping.

Quetza digested the happiness of feeling him from inside her own body. Van breathily murmured her name back, basking in the afterglow of his own orgasm. His response made her even more blissful.

Still wrapped in the afterglow, she lowered her upper body, pressing her skin against his, and twined her arms around his neck. She wanted to feel every inch of his body. True to that desire, she recoiled her snake half around Van, catching her own torso, but leaving her arms free. Then, she consticted gently, but powerfully, with her serpentine coils, hugging his whole body.

The constriction pushed their chests, and the rest of their bodies, even closer together. Quetza could feel Van's heart beating rapidly, proving his arousal.

Her lover's darling face was so close to that she could steal a kiss whenever she wanted. She asked a question with an obvious answer and got the tickle of his breath on her face, along with an honest response in a sweet, almost pleading tone.

"Next time will be slow and sticky. You want to feel gooood, don't you, Van…~?"

"Y-yes…", he breathed weakly.

Van Hellscream was damp with post-coital sweat. Quetza squeezed their bodies closer together so that his smell would seep into her, and hers would seep into him. Every inch of her took in the feel of his skin on hers. He was flushed so hot she briefly worried she might melt. She could feel it with her chest, belly, snake tail... and with her hips as she pressed them down.

Van's cock farther inside her than ever before. She was joined to him more deeply than ever before. She sensed — and savored — it with every frill and fold of her passage. Ecstasy was grinding against her cervix.

"I love... that look on your face, Darling... Aah..."

Her hands were on either side of his head and held it in place so that she could enjoy every adorable change in his expression.

She began by slowly wriggling her pussy, using it to lap at his cock. It was a move designed to caress Van's cock and give him pleasure, but also to feel him more intensely and help her gorge herself on bliss. The raw pleasure of it was less than thrusting, but she was entranced by his warmth on her skin.

Van's eyelids drooped and he started moaning again. His hips quivered with every wiggle of her tight, wet pussy. His cock twitched, letting her know he was feeling it.

Pressed against each other like this, Quetza could feel Van's every little response to the pleasure she was giving him. Even the smallest of them filled her with joy.

All the while, she was staring at him, and he was staring back at her. They both enjoyed watching pleasure change the looks on each other's faces.

"Nnh... Aahn... Feels good... doesn't it...my Darling~?"

"Ooh... Aah... Ah..."

"We're just...Ooh!... getting started..."

"Aah... Ooh... Aah..."

As a monster, Quetza could consciously control ever one of the frills and folds that lined her vagina. She coiled them around his corona while focusing her tightness on his tip. Then, she used her wiggling to thoroughly, carefully stroke him over and over again.

Van's responses were getting more and more pronounced. She could hear more pleasure in his moans, increasing her own pleasure and joy.

"Aaah...!"

"Ooh... Van...!"

An especially powerful stroke sent a jolt through his whole body. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her like he was clinging for dear life. It was the first deliberate move Van had made toward her, proving his submission. It was only a hug, but it made her heart shiver with joy.

"I love you...! I love you...! Ah... Mph... Mmm..."

"Ah...! Aaah... Quetza... Mph...? Mmm...!"

Van's embrace made her heart and soul swell with love. And with her love came her increased lust. Quetza's womb had just gotten a load of his essence, but it still throbbed for more. Overcome with emotion, she lost herself in throwing her love and lust into Van.

Quetza wriggled and tightened her love-tunnel like she was using it to chew on his cock, rubbing every fold of her womanhood against him and giving both of them even more pleasure.

Van's lips were wet with drool and flushed a pleasant, healthy red. She hugged his head close to steal a passionate kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth without relaxing her pussy. His mouth was overflowing with a feast of sweet saliva. Partway through, he stuck his own tongue out to rub against hers, his mustache tickling her upper lip. He was clumsy, but he was showing that he wanted her. They wanted each other. An indescribable pleasure welled up in her heart. She couldn't believe that anything could ever feel better.

Quetza responded to his outstretched tongue by coiling her own around it. He did his best to respond in kind while pressing his lips against hers. Van's now active participation didn't make much difference physically, but every rub and brush of his tongue now sent sweet thrills through hers.

She redoubled her efforts to make sure that Van enjoyed the kiss as much as she was. That made him want her even more. His arms tightened around her. She responded by tightening her snake half around him. It was a little hard to breath, but that only enhanced the pleasure of pressing their bodies together.

He was staring at her, his eyes blaze with lust even as they drooped with ecstasy.

We were seeking each other, lifting each other to new heights of pleasure. Her euphoria was bringing her to climax with startling speed. Van's cock was twitching energetically inside her as well. He'd already cum four times, but he seemed ready to do it again any moment. His actively seeking pleasure might have had something to do with that.

Just as the hot ecstasy stored up in her womb burst, he quivered and hugged her even tighter. His cock, still buried in Quetza's innermost depths, began to throb powerfully. It was about to treat her womb to a feast of hot, creamy cum.

Her whole, cum-hungry sex moved instinctively, even in the midst of orgasm. She supported it with conscious control of her vaginal muscles, folds and cervix. She tightened rhythmically, squeezing his cock from base to his tip, adding and subtracting pressure to match its pulsations. She wriggled her fleshy folds, licking every inch of his ejaculating cock to add even more pleasure to his orgasm. She passionately kissed his tip with her cervix, grinding down on it and sucking the semen out of his rod and into her eager womb.

A strong flow of cum was being pumped inside her in the midst of her mind-blowing orgasm. The deeper into her womb it got, the more vivid the intoxicating taste and searing pleasure coursing through her became.

Quetza was spasming with pleasure, but her coils never loosened their grip on Van. Climax had made her whole body more sensitive, and she was using every inch of it to take in the warmth and feel of his. He was shaking, but he was still embracing her right back. She could feel his tiniest movement, from his chest to the tips of his toes. It felt like she'd become one with him, like the heat of their bodies had melted the border between them. Feeling all of her darling's body with all of hers filled her with a sense of fulfillment and mind-numbing bliss.

She cradled his head, coiled her tongue tighter around his, and pressed her lips against his, sucking on them. She wanted them to dissolve into each other. The pleasure — the feeling of oneness — she got from touching his skin was nothing compared to what she got from his soft, hot lips and the gushing throbs of his cock inside her. The ecstasy of it was blotting out her thoughts.

Orgasming together while she was coiled around Van, hugging him, greedily devouring his lips, his tongue, and his cock — feeling every fiber of his being, being filled with his potent seed — filled her with an unbelievable pleasure. It was like she was climaxing with her entire body. The pleasure filling her turned right into sublime joy. Her blissful orgasm didn't end until he'd emptied his balls, and her womanhood sucked out even the semen left in his urethra and stored it securely in her fertile womb. Then came a feeling of comfort. All her sensations seemed fainter.

Quetza slowly disengaged her lips from Van's, uncoiled their tongues, and pulled back to give him breathing room. The tide of ecstasy was receding, but she could still taste the seed he'd poured into her womb. She could still feel the heat and pleasure of it seeping through her from the inside.

"Darling... I'll make you feel even better, so... fill up my womb... Let me have your baby... Mmm...The first of many…."

He still hadn't cum enough to fill her womb completely. She still wanted him to pour more into her. Much more. The more of his essence she had inside her womb, the more intense the flavor — and the pleasure — would be. Plus, she wanted her darling Van's baby so much she could hardly stand it. That was another reason she'd need to get him to cum in her over and over again until her womb was full — to increase her chances to get with child. Fortunately, her lewd venom still had his balls producing copious amounts of sperm!

Van Hellscream was still catching his breath. He heard what she said, but all he could do in response was pant. Just thinking about getting pregnant with his child made her womb ache so much that she couldn't wait even the short time it would take him to be able to answer. Before he had a chance to say anything, she stole another kiss, sucking on his tongue and thrusting hers back into his mouth.

His cock was still hard and helpfully acting as a stopper to keep any semen from leaking out of her womb. She delighted in the flavor of it as she started wriggling again to make sure he enjoyed it too.

Van couldn't speak, but he still answered by twining his tongue around hers and hugging her harder.

Quetza drilled all the pleasure her body could give into the marrow of Van's darling bones. All the while, her heart was dancing in anticipation of the greatest joy a monster could have — bearing the child of the man she loved. They both screamed in pleasure from another mutual orgasm, as he again flooded her eager, fertile womb with his hot, potent seed.

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"Ah... My womb's full of you, my Darling Van... I'm so happy...~"

"Aah..."

Flushed skin. Beads of sweat. Tangled hair. Heavy breathing. They'd kept at it, climaxing too many times to count. He'd poured his semen into her womb over and over again, filling every nook and cranny of it. Her belly was even slightly swollen from how full it was. Any more and it would overflow.

For the moment, she was blissfully satisfied. She relaxed her vagina and released his lips. Even so, she didn't pull his cock out of herself. She needed it to stop up her womb and keep his cum from spilling. Besides, it felt better having him inside her.

Quetza's womb — full of her beloved Van's semen — radiated scorching bliss. She was inundated with pleasure, but it felt warm and gentle. The delicious flavor of his cum was seeping into the marrow of her bones. Every inch of her body had it memorized.

They'd switched positions partway through their love making. She was on the bottom, laying on a bed of her tail. Van was lying on top, dazed and exhausted, but still holding her tight. He was so adorable it stirred her maternal instincts.

"Was it good for you, my Darling...~?", she whispered sweetly in his ear.

"It... was great...", he slowly, lovingly whispered back.

"It was great for me, too... It felt so good that I can't live without you anymore."

"And I... can't live... without you..."

She was turning over the countless orgasms they'd just had in her mind, drunk on the sensation of his cum. Every one of them had been addictively, unforgettably delicious. So was just lying here feeling his presence. She decided to put her feelings into words.

"I'm yours, Van... and you're mine. I'll never let you go. We'll be together forever. I love you."

"I won't... let you go... either... But please... let me have... a rest..."

He sounded exhausted, but his arms tightened around her. The strength of his embrace communicated his love and happiness.

'He'd said he'd never let me go. I've made my darling Van Hellscream mine!', she thought ecstatically to herself. 'And now I'm his. We will never leave or betray each other. And the children! We will have many, many beautiful children together!'

"Hehe... I guess I've got no choice. Go to sleep, Darling; I'll hold you."

His whole body relaxed in her arms. His head came to rest on her tail, which acted as a pillow. The adorable, contented smile on his face gave her joy.

"Good... night..."

"Goodnight, Darling."

Quetza gently hugged Van's limp body and stroked his head. Before long, his breathing slipped into the slow rhythm of sleep. She could barely contain her happiness — and love — at the thought of how hard he'd pushed himself for her.

What kind of pleasure should she teach him when he awoke? Of course, she'd get him to pump her womb full of his seed again. Oh, she couldn't wait to be pregnant with his baby!

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(A century later, give or take a decade…..or two)

Not long after claiming her man, Quetza was beside herself to find she was pregnant. Van Hellscream was a doting, caring, and passionate husband and lover. It didn't take long for him to become an incubus, sharing lustful passions with so powerful a monster wife. Ten months later, Qinda was born; the spitting image of her mother, only the second winged echidna ever.

Over the years since, Van Hellscream had many, many children with Quetza; all different monsters. They even spawned a few new, never before seen breeds; such as a new species of griffon: half Owl-Mage/half panther. Van named this magical daughter 'Hermione' after a character in a book series back home.

Thanks to Quetza's own longevity, mana shared through sex, and magick; Van's aging had been slowed to a crawl, so he remained young, healthy, and virile. It was never long after a child was born that Quetza would be pregnant again. And Van was a loving and doting father for all their daughters. Due to the nature of echidnas, the 'Mothers of all Monsters', Quetza would never bear a human son as most monsters had begun to recently.

Their daughters all left the pyramid as they came of age, but visited often; some with their husbands and children. Quetza had deactivated the gauntlet of traps, as they were no longer needed.

This evening, Quetza was snuggled deep in Van's loving embrace. He was snoring softly after several rounds of passionate sex. She cupped his cheek lovingly, then gently stroked her swollen belly.

"My sweet child, wrought from the luscious seed of my Darling Husband, my greatest love in this world; just how lewd and lustful will you be? In what ways will you turn your chosen husband from chastity, and how deep will your pleasure be as you debauch him?", she sighed lovingly.

Van Hellscream smiled contentedly in his sleep, and tightened his embrace of his wife. But down in the deepest, darkest pit of his soul, a tiny grain of the 'man' he once was, was still screaming in tormented self-loathing anguish. He hated what he'd become; the lover and father of monsters, and no longer even truly human himself. But this was completely subsumed beneath his new life and emotions, drowned out by love and carnal pleasure, never surface or even be heard again.

It seemed the Curse of the Last Quetzaquatl had come to pass. Van Hellscream, brutal hunter, anti-monster bigot; had truly become what he hated most.

The End

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Author's notes: I'm really sorry this chapter took so very long, but with it being the climactic conclusion and the final fate of Van Hellscream, I just had to be sure I did it right! It not only had to be poetically ironic, but perfectly carnal as well! To that end, I did research…..

In my research I happened across the most wonderful, graphically descriptive example of 'Echidna Seduction' ever, and it inspired me! I highly recommend searching and reading it:

Mercè-A Woman's Happiness

By REID

Translated from the Japanese by OtherSideofSky

I adapted the seduction scene fairly closely and gave it my own spin. I do hope you all approve of Van Hellscream's fate!

Now that this tale is finished, I will soon be starting several other works, rated both 'T' and 'M' in my various fandoms/genres! So keep an eye out!

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