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For a proper dinner date there was a distinct lack of actual dinner, but Silent and Skrik were eating just fine, face-deep in the slick, flexing pussies of their chosen partners for the evening. The two friends probably knew from the start where things were all leading, but everything up until the present moment had been polite and formal. If unusual. They weren't used to being approached by ladies so much older and more experienced than them, but there was something so persuasive about the sultry duo of milfs, if slightly intimidating, that they couldn't possibly have turned them down. With merely a glance, they promised a world of pleasures beyond the boys' youthful imaginations, and so without a further word the date was set.

The home itself was humble, belong to the serpent among the pair of well-aged beauties who had led them there. She had a sparse taste in decoration, though her home smelled as lovely as she did, with the lingering remnants of burning incense as well as a constant, faint aroma of exotic teas. They were all laid out in upon a lovely rug, coiled up and snuggled close before long at all. And all it had taken was a few subtle gestures, a nudge or a squeeze to direct them, and both of those older women had their young dates exactly where they wanted them, filling the room with sloppy noise and the aroma of arousal to mingle with all those other pleasant scents.

Silent was actually larger than the hefty vulturess he was pleasuring, but she carried herself with such heft and presence that she could make him feel small. He was a strong, towering otherworldly creature, a four-eyed alien with a slick and shiny tongue perfect for slurping along the tender, feathery folds of the horny old bird. There was something simply exquisite about her scent and taste. Even to him, an alien from another world entirely. She was sweet upon his tongue, rich in his nostrils as he breathed deeply between every lick, huffing her warmth while her soft thighs squished around his head, keeping him trapped right in place. He certainly didn't want to be anywhere but there, delving deep into her wet cunt, drinking her juices right down between sloppy licks that left his entire face smeared in her arousal.

Vivian was an interesting one. She was thickly-set, even fat, yet she had with her such an unusual dignity for a vulture, wearing her age and weight with utter confidence. Nothing slowed her down, not even the heft of her gorgeous thighs and ass. She spoke little and what words she used to direct Silent were firm and precise, professional even. Sometimes she directed him, and other times she simply kept him clamped down there, muffling the groans he made as he savoured her refined taste, nestled there listening to her faint murmurs of approval as she worked her talons up and down his back, kneading him with her strong toes. He thought of nothing but feasting on her flavour, digging deeper and deeper with his tongue until it was stretched out to the root, soaking up her exquisite juices like a sponge.

The grip of a plump vulture's thighs might have been inescapable, but it couldn't compare to the constriction of the massive cobra's coils. Thastillith might not have been a snake exactly known for squeezing, but her size and musculature made up for that. She had the comparatively diminutive skaven all wrapped up, though she wasn't crushing him or anything. Merely holding him, rubbing over his trapped body with flexes of her ample muscles. She was powerful, enormous, her coils thicker than an ancient tree and every single inch of them moving with such practiced precision to ensure he was exactly where she wanted him. And that was pointed facedown at her lower end, shoved so firmly against her wet cloaca as to leave his nose stuffed inside.

He'd never licked this particular orifice before. The slit flexed as he kissed her there, waggling his tongue over its every detail as it continuously oozed down upon his tongue, telling him he was doing a good job. She didn't say much, that cobra. They had barely spoken since meeting, but she could say so much with a mere glance of those golden eyes. And besides, her tongue was occupied. As he dug deeply into her depths, soaking his cheekfur with her savoury cobra juices, she cupped and toyed with his balls, her breath cool upon his backside as she teased him, kept him firm. Especially when he knew just how close those sabre-like fangs were to his soft flesh, probably dripping deadly venom mere inches from him.

A creature of quiet power, Thast was a mystery Skrik simply had to unravel. He knew that as soon as he saw her, slithering towards him, bigger than any snake he'd ever seen. An anaconda of a cobra, her elegant hood fanned out on greeting, her demeanour cold but hinting at an inner warmness he wished to discover. Moreover, he didn't know until he met her just how sexy a snake could be. She was no lamia, no naga, simply several dozen feet of muscular cobra coils, writhing all around him while he pleasured the hisses out of her, sucking, smooching, and most of all delving deeply into those curious insides to explore their many wet details with his tongue.

She wasn't sucking him nor even really licking him. Merely treating him as her plaything, wordlessly tantalizing him as she tickled as his balls and his cock. Naturally, he was rock hard for her even at the slight pleasure. Her taste alone was more than enough to get him that way, and so the tantalizing flicks of her forked tongue were enough to almost send him over the edge. But she wouldn't let him. Not when she was holding him that tight. He could still breathe, but every puff was rattling a bit, his lungs not quite able to fully inflate. He wasn't worried. All that did to him was leave him further intoxicated, nose-deep in an arousing cocktail of wetness that told him what a good job he was doing working over an unfamiliar snake pussy, deeper and deeper until those hisses grew startlingly sharper.

Thast was far from vicious, but the sound was so sudden, almost the snake's equivalent of a snarl, that even Silent was distracted from his vulture-pleasuring duty, pausing mid-slurp to try to glance over and check on his rat friend. Vivian wasn't having any of that, keeping him clamped right in place, squishing him between those caramel-coloured thighs as she pushed forward and shifted her weight. Maybe she was in that moment stronger than him, or maybe she just took him by surprise. Or more likely, she just knew how to use that weight, how to express such will and desire with something so simply as a roll of her matronly hips. In just a few simple shifts, Silent was flat on his back beneath her, his impressive height all stretched out as he found himself planted between her legs, smothered beneath her pillowy body, all her weight coming down on him softened by just how plush and curvy she was.

He barely even had to lick her anymore. She simply pleasured herself with his tongue like she were riding a dildo, sliding back and forth, riding his face and completely enveloping him in downy softness. Humping, smearing him in juices from chin to forehead, leaving him feeling them running down his cheeks. He was pretty sure he'd been with guys who didn't cum this much, and that thick vulture wasn't even at climax yet. Though that was bound to change as she caught her clit against his upper lip and the very tip of his waiting tongue, again and again, increasing her speed as she gained momentum. The whole room filled with the squish of wet cunt against his lips, the ruffle of her gold-speckled feathers, and a warm voice finally allowing herself to moan, if only slightly, as she rode him as if to collapse the floor of the modest abode.

Thast didn't attempt to match such intensity, instead unwinding herself from around the rat with one final teasing lick to his backside. Skrik was almost disappointed. It was so comfortable in her coils, her cool scales pressing against his skin to keep him cozy, never too warm. He almost collapsed to the floor when she released his muscles, her grip relaxing and leaving him realizing just how numb he was for a few moments. The feeling came back to his fingers and toes just in time for her to lean in close to one of his ears, speaking just above a whisper into one of his perked ears, layering her voice with a sultry hiss beneath each syllable that he felt could have made him cum from sound alone.

"You are doing a good job. I want to make something clear. You do not have to be gentle with me. And so, do not."

Her words were stern, sounding almost as if she were a schoolteacher chastising him, but he couldn't help but find them intensely sexy just by their firm and deliberate delivery.

"Ooh, yes-yes!" he couldn't help but blurt out. "Skrik never fucked a snake before. Skrik will give you my best, yes!"

She moved so much faster than was even fair. No one should have had the ability to move that much weight so suddenly. Skrik had to let out a squeak of surprise when he found himself once again coiled up, snapped close to her by her body wrapping around and around him. She gave him a hard squeeze at first, forcing every last gasp out of his lungs as if she meant to end it right there. And as she held him like that, she leaned in closer, closer, her hood stretching out, her fangs gleaming in the candlelight, a drop of venom clinging to each one. It was hard to hold still when he felt the tiny pinprick in his neck, the small nip of cobra fang injecting a miniscule amount of that toxin directly into his bloodstream. But she made sure to hold him tight enough he couldn't squirm in the slightest, merely writhe and flex his muscles while she squeezed him hard enough he felt his joints popping.

FIrst his heart was pounding. Then his breath went short. His head was spinning like he'd been running in circles for hours. But most of all, every single touch upon his body was so much greater. She released him when she saw the effects working through him, when she saw that distinct blissful look on his face. Her scales were rough, stimulating his skin when he rubbed against them. Her scent was delicious enough to drink. The cool puff of her slow, calm breaths on his face alone felt like ecstasy. It was all he could do not to just grind himself to orgasm right there on her coils. But even in his venom-addled state, every sensation, every pleasure amplified to heavenly heights, he wouldn't even dream of being selfish.

When she allowed him to move again, lining him up with that cool, soaking slit he had been so generously eating, he was more than ready. He rubbed on her, smeared her juices over his cock, humping at her as he tested just where she was sensitive. An urgent hiss briefly made his spine tense, that subtle implication of danger should he not move fast enough. So he didn't bother being gentle. There maybe wasn't quite the same level of detail and delicacy to her slit that he was used to. Just a flexing, dripping, hungering hole that demanded rough treatment. And so he lined up, jabbed forth, and buried himself to the very hilt, all but shoving his balls inside of her with that careless stroke. The hiss he got from her that time was much more approving. She didn't have to say anything.

Silent meanwhile was aware of none of it. Nor had he even noticed how urgent his lack of air was growing. Not until the great vulturess lifted herself from his face did his body suddenly surge with the demand for oxygen. He gasped out, almost choking on all the juices running down his throat, coughing some of them up while he refilled his lungs and recovered from the feathery smothering. Her scent was smashed up into his senses, dancing through his mind, ensuring he kept that blue cock pumping for her even in his shaken state. She ran her fingers slowly down his chest, dragging those claws along his skin with an enticing scratching sound until she got sit her thick rear right down on on his thighs. While she might have remained quiet as she got into position, he certainly couldn't help but give a throaty grunt as she let his shaft slide sweetly over her slick folds, getting his inches glistening for the ride to come.

Without so much as a word of warning or direction, she pushed him inside of her, shifting her weight and using it well to pin his hips to the floor as she buried inch after inch into her velvety folds partly concealed by feathers. Only when he bottomed out, thumping that slit up against her sex, did she permit herself a noise. And even then, it was little more than an extended sigh, as she closed her eyes and settled into position with an exotic alien cock stuffed right up towards her womb. Its girth didn't make her flinch, though he could tell by the steady clenching and flexing she made around his length that she was enjoying just having him inside of her. And she was tight, especially for an older lady. Sitting on his cock like that, holding him within, massaging his every inch with her pleasured contractions, she was the hefty, pillowy, cozy milf he never even knew he wanted so much.

She never lost her calm, almost coldly formal tone even as she slowly began to work her hips in firm, almost harsh strokes that thumped her round ass atop his hips.

"Shall I expect you to display otherworldly virility to go along with your features? I hope so. I feel such a need for a tremendous amount of cum."

Silent just gave a chuckle, one that came out slightly shaken by the juicy thumps of vulture rump as she came down upon him again and again. "Ah, heh. Hopefully. If ever a woman could inspire some extra mess, it's you..."

Vivian arched her beak slightly. "Flattery will not make me go any easier on you."

"This one hopes not!" He grinned broadly.

She favoured force over speed, taking her time rolling her hips back, grinding from side to side as she raised herself up, only to thunderously thump back down again hard enough to lift his legs from the floor on impact. That big fat butt of hers was plenty soft, but it still slapped down on his hips hard enough to batter him. He didn't mind one bit when it meant being enveloped in that perfectly wet, velvety embrace of vulture pussy, feeling her claws on his chest as she leaned herself over top of him and fucked his cock, tailfeathers lifted high, hands pressed firm and holding him down, clawing at him, taking utter control as she rode him as hard as she liked. He was sturdy enough to handle her weight, and she soft and horny enough to take his entire dick, slamming it inside with those steady, determined bounces of her cushy body, jiggling her curves with every feather-ruffling thump.

The wet sound of a vulture cunt stroking over an exotic cock wasn't the only lewd noise among the chorus. Skrik was balls-deep in snake pussy, or the equivalent of one anyway, making that frightening cobra show her fangs as she laid back and enjoyed herself. Listening to those hissy moans was the greatest motivation he could have ever asked for, encouraging him to keep fucking her while she squeezed her coils around him. He could feel her flexing all around him, feeling those wonderful undulations and contractions of her sex massaging at his cock while he pounded it. She just kept hissing out, flicking her tongue, nearly drooling as he rutted her with all the strength he had in his body, panting wildly as he slammed his dick into her slit as fast as he could, loudly slapping his balls against those wet coils as her juices streamed down them, squeezed out of her by every drilling fuck.

"Good, yes?" he asked her as he did his very best to wreck her, slamming with such force it was hard to believe he wasn't hurting her. He was throwing his whole body into the motions, as much as he could while wrapped in her coils anyway, lunging, plunging, pulverizing her lush sex as if he were simply trying to destroy her. But her response was only approval.

"Yes. More. Harder." She spoke softly, almost tonelessly, though he could hear the ecstasy in her voice. He was going to make that snake cum, no matter how exhausting an ordeal it was.

Vivian was speeding up too. Certainly not to the manic extent that the rat had reached. Her motions were much more controlled, not simply rutting, but massaging her insides with Silent's cock. Every detail, every ridge, every angle got rubbed and squeezed on as she rode him, rocking herself back and forth with a sway of her tits as she grew tighter and tighter around him. Such a squeeze she could manage - one that had him growling (or another noise you make!) out as he showed her his teeth and tusks. That didn't bother her, only having her leaning closer to his face, getting a better angle to sharply buck upon his hips as she teased her beak over his chin and cheeks, letting him catch the decadent scents of dessert on her breath.

"There is no sense being hasty with the conclusion, but I must say - it is difficult to wait to taste you."

He knew exactly where she was going with that. There really hadn't been much doubt from the start just what those two older ladies meant when they invited Skrik and him for a dinner date. Though it still made his heart beat somehow even faster when she mentioned it. Especially since he was wondering how exactly he was going to fit inside her when she was smaller than him. He didn't ask questions. Simply focused on savouring her softness, reaching up to run his fingers through her feathers, squeezing her from chest to hips to rear as she rode him hard, getting less savoury and more intense as percussive moans rose up in her throat with every stroke.

As seductive and experienced as those two ladies were, the crescendo of the foursome was one of wet slapping and thumping, shaking the room with savage, almost brutal smacks of hips to hips, balls to slit, skin to feathers and fur to scales. Vivian was going wild on Silent, at last. Shedding her dignified nature and simply pounding him into the floor, laying her soft body entirely overtop of his while he clung to her, squeezing his hands into the curves of her ass while it jiggled with every blow to his hips, driving his dick into her as if nailing it in to her. Skrik meanwhile was giving it his absolute all, settling into squeaking, almost mouselike as he drained himself, tapping into his deepest reserves of energy even when it meant his muscles were starting to burn. It was worth it just to feel her hiss, and to feel those inner muscles working on him in such exquisite ways, rewarding him for his brutal pounding, sending tremours through her heavy coils as he fucked her harder than he'd ever fucked anyone.

Whether through unspoken agreement, a certain expert synchronicity, or simply good timing, both of those elegant women reached their climaxes at almost the same moment. Vivian finally let herself raise her voice, opening her beak wide to let out a suitable screech directly in his face as she wrapped so snug around his cock as to be nearly airtight. Her last few bucks were harsh, sudden, finally losing her control as she cummed atop him, squirting her way up over his inches, gushing up onto his belly, down his thighs. A delicious, hot mess that smelled of vulture sex seeped into his skin the longer she milked at him, kneading him with those tender contractions of ecstasy she made upon his member.

Yet for all Vivian's squeezing, the cobra was even tighter. She clamped so hard on that rat cock that Skrik yelped in surprise, his thrusts forced to cease suddenly as she held him in that vise grip, pumping precipitately around him as she hissed so hard she spat. He watched those fangs gleaming as she gaped her jaws in pleasure, watched her tongue fluttering, watched those muscled coils flexing and writhing, overtaken by blissful spasms, and then he felt her gushing. Such a squirt she gave him, soaking his fur as she worked him, her coiling grip tightening around his waist and his chest as she seemed to lose control for a few dangerous seconds. She wasn't crushing him, but it was close, keeping him completely stuck in place all throughout her salacious climax.

There was not a male alive who could have resisted such entrancing displays of orgasm. Especially with just how tightly they were being worked by those contractions of delight. Silent came inside Vivian so hard it shocked him, his hips bucking back, thumping his rear into the floor as he filled her. Oozing, spraying, pumping her pussy and her womb right full of his exotic cum, while he laid his head right back and groaned an extended sound that was near a bellow. He gushed her so full that she was overflowing, mixing those juices with her own to simmer up a sleek cocktail, one that steamed between them as their scents mingled and floated through the air. His cock bulged right out with the load he was pumping from it, and he dug his fingers so deeply into the plump cheeks of her rear he could feel the flexing muscle beneath, taut as she drained him, claimed his seed, clenched it out of him with that devilishly silky vulture pussy.

Skrik had already given Thast his all, and so it followed that he naturally would cum every single drop he had all pent up from fucking her. He yelled, he squeaked, he moaned like crazy, knowing he was sounding silly but not minding when it meant he could properly express just how much he loved the feeling of her clasping slit. Such curious muscle workings, flexing on him from unexpected angles, powerful, almost crushing, but so squishy and wet as to make even the harshest squeezes feel lovely. He came inside her, rope after rope blending into one long stream of creamy skaven jizz, making that already-sloppy snake cunt a splattered mess as strings of overfilling cum ran up and down her golden coils, leaving him trapped up against his own seed as she continued coiling him to the point of asphyxiation. Which only served to make his climax even more mind-wrecking as the spikes of euphoria soared more sweetly through his oxygen-deprived brain.

When the moment faded, three bodies slumped down, letting a gold-tinged afterglow help them ascend to a realm of relaxation and contentment. Skrik and Thast laid together, cuddling, while he playfully tried to imitate her pleased hisses, making an 's' sound with his tongue. Silent flopped back, letting his mouth hang open, maybe even drooling a little. The only person who didn't settle down after that sweet release was Vivian. Instead, she was sitting back up keeping Silent inside of her, wedged into her pussy, tantalized into remaining firm no matter how oversensitive he was at the moment. He tried not to whimper as she teased him with a few subtle bobs and weaves of her motherly hips, making him twitched from his head all the way down to his toes and tail.

Thast drew close to the rat's face, giving him her best equivalent of a lick, flicking that forked tip against his cheek while he wriggled in her grasp. She wasn't letting go of him, though she had found a comfortable medium where he was helpless but not actively being crushed. Just passively so, still not quite getting enough air, but hardly worrying much when he was caught up in her kind embrace. She was a lovely, gentle serpent, but she was still massive. And she had needs. He didn't fault her for her squeezing, nor for the gift of her venom in his veins. It was still working, still enhancing everything, to the point that he almost screamed when she slowly pulled her lower away from him, slickly pulling him from her pussy with a squelch and a pop, thick rivers of rat cum cascading towards the tip of her tail.

She leaned close to whisper to him, her voice wet with need despite her orgasm. "I hope you won't find it cliche to know that I find you utterly appetizing. And I hope that my saying that doesn't intimidate too much."

He just grinned. "Intimidate? Maybe! But no scare-screams. It just makes you sexier to know you're hungry for me!"

The cobra's expression brightened. "Then you won't be too upset if I act upon those desires?"

He shook his head. "Upset? No no! Skrik wanted this from the very start, yes! You do the thing that sexy slither-snakes do and Skrik will be the very best prey for you Skrik can, yes!"

She brought him a little closer to her face, raising him up in her coils, easily suspended as if he didn't even weight anything. Her breath smelled of lilies and fresh cherries. He got a thorough whiff of that as she parted her jaws before his face, giving him a good glimpse into the depths of her throat, as saliva ran thick over all the silken features of her maw. She wanted him. That much he could tell by the focus in her eyes, but that subtle shift that made her suddenly less recognizable as a person. Higher thought was turning off in favour of instinct. No longer kind-hearted Thastillith, but rather just a giant, hungry cobra.

He didn't speak anymore, knowing she probably wouldn't hear him. Instead, he let himself just enjoy the feeling of her fangs framing over his shoulders, briefly catching at his skin but not piercing him as they folded back to allow him entry. It was hardly a stretch for her. A snake like her could have probably eaten two of him at once without much trouble. But that didn't mean she took it quickly. Despite her famished state, she made sure to work him with her tongue, starting with his face, replacing all those smeared serpent juices with a hefty dose of drool. She kneaded him across the flesh of her mouth, doing her best to suck on him just to extract the flavour of his fur. He liked to think that he was among her favourite foods.

Vivian was watching them both, while gently bobbing her hips atop Silent. He gave a few sharp exhalations as she teased him, looking up at her through clenched teeth as she brought her beaked face close again to speak to him.

"I might say the same about you. I have always had a taste for the exotic. Though I will be so kind as to warn - I am not the snake who swallows whole."

"Ah, that's ... " He thought about it a moment. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Certainly not. I have taken care of that."

He thought about that a moment. There did seem to be sort of an odd aftertaste to that tea, though he thought it was just the natural bitterness.

"Painless, but not without sensation," she assured, and then smirked. "I wouldn't want you to miss it. Though I must admit, however, there has been a part of you that has tempted me from the start ..."

"And what would that be?"

She placed her hand on his cheek, cupping it softly. "You have an abundance of such lovely eyes."

He tipped his head, bit his lip, rolling that thought around in his head like marbles. Was he okay with that? Was it strange, or over the line? Or was it something that turned him on enough that he gave a hard throb inside her pussy just to hear it, suddenly feeling like he was ready to fuck and cum in her all over again? Probably some of all of that. Definitely.

"This one has never been told that before. In ... that tone, anyway. But thank you. This one is strangely okay with this."

"Excellent. Then we shall begin shortly," she said, sounding like an instructor. "But first, let's let them finish. Dear Thastillith has always been the squeamish sort. I would not want to spoil her appetite with blood."

He couldn't focus on what she said too closely, given the sound nearby. A hissing, dragging, spitting slurp was almost comical to hear for them. Not so much for Skrik, who was just caught up, enraptured by the fleshy noise, by the sound of his own consumption beginning as the snake began to suck him down. She pushed him in with her coils, treating him like he was weightless, letting him sag into her gullet as it hugged up tight around him. Even with their size difference, he still made a bulge with how hard her throat was squeezing on him, tugging him down so forcefully he was already as good as eaten. A little outline of his wrecked expression stuck out of those golden scales, descended with every flex, every push, every heavy glurk that shoved him down into her coils all the deeper. She smelled nice inside. Much like the tea she was so fond of.

The venom in his veins had never quite worn off, and when he felt her gullet kneading smoothly along his body, it felt like the most intense massaged he'd ever received. Not simply soothing, but outright lewd, pleasuring his muscles enough to make him moan. To say nothing of the noise he made when her tongue so casually looped up beneath his cock, cradling his nuts, pressing the forked tips right against his taint to titillate him as she ate him, unwinding her coils from around his body only to constrict on him just as firmly once her throat got a hold of him. He was still in a haze, still not quite fully breathing, but the more of him she swallowed the more he seemed to relax. As if it was just his purpose to be consumed by the giant snake.

Until she started gulping down his cock anyway. That woke him from his stupor. Her pussy had been one thing, but left hard yet oversensitive, sliding along her inner flesh as it convulsed inwards, compressing so firm around his shaft the others could see a slight bulge traveling down, that got him kicking. His feet flailed about between her lips as she slurped him in, releasing his ankles from the grip of her dripping tailtip, letting him linger there for a time. She licked his feet a few times, getting a few last wild squirms out of him. But he was finding himself subdued once more. Comforted by her scent, and by the tingle running through his veins. Slumping, settling, but not daring to pass out lest he miss a moment of the sensual delight of being eaten by a snake. Whole. Alive. Moaning for her all the way down. But she could hardly hear that anymore, merely feel it.

Once she was done with his feet, she pushed at one of them with the tip of her tail, easing him inwards until there remained only his tail hanging over her lower lip. She wasn't exactly built for it, but she did her best to suckled on that bare appendage, making it wriggle back and forth with a noodle-like slurp to finish him off. And then down he went. Massaged all the way, vanishing into her gullet. It was so much longer than any other throat. Foot after foot, slowly but firmly pushed through her body, winding down her coils, then around, and around, caught up in a saliva-lubricated slide that swept over his soaked body, stimulating him near to climax. He was left spurting pre into her body, especially once his minutes-long descent finally ceased and he was left pushing through a moment of resistance, popping past to settle into somewhere much slimier than her throat.

It still smelled fairly nice. Her stomach was almost completely dormant when he arrived, faintly flexing, much more relaxed than her throat had been. It hugged him loosely, though was still tight enough he couldn't curl up into a ball. Instead, he was all stretched out, naked and exposed, throbbing there in her belly as she rolled herself up and laid her head near his where it bulged beneath her scales. A few flicks of her tongue he barely felt, but he noticed them enough to appreciate the affection. He was hers. She'd claimed him. And she was going to keep him there for a while. The gentle state of her stomach, even in her hunger, told him that was going to have to get used to his surroundings and his position, because he could tell he was going to be down there, cuddled in the humid darkness for a good, long while.

"That is good. Very good." She was all but whispering, but somehow he could still understand you. "I needed you in there. Thank you."

Much like her stomach, Thast was soon dormant as well, coiling up tighter, bending Skrik but not breaking him as she got comfortable. Her hisses were much lighter, settling down into something almost like a purr. He could hear them all around him, rattling the fleshy chamber that kept him trapped. There was air in there, and he wasn't being crushed. Merely held. And so he felt content to finally relax, sinking down, cuddling her innards as she rested against the bulge of him. There wasn't even a hint of digestion yet, but he knew he wasn't getting out. Not the way he came in anyway. But with venom and orgasm alike still tingling in his brain, he couldn't have been happier to be a serpent's dinner.

With that done, and the cobra seemingly napping or at least just settled, Vivian finally stopped teasing Silent's cock. She didn't pull off of him yet though, just sitting on his lap, keeping him hard with her tight sex, leaning down close to him. She didn't bother to say anything. Simply let him watch her tongue running along the curves of her beak. Some birds he'd met filed theirs down, got it down at the spa to make it softer, taking away the deadly points and edges to avoid injuring others. Not her. She was every bit as deadly as a more feral bird of prey, and he could see deep in her eyes a look of hunger and lust all rolled up into one dangerous mix.

He had to flinch when he heard it, expecting pain to set in after that horrendous squelch that came with her digging into one of his eyes. No warning, simply a lunge, jamming that beak right into the oozing middle, impaling it with her beak until it popped. He felt the scraping, the juices running down his cheek along with the black blood, but none of it ever actually hurt. She squished that eye to mush as she dug in deep to that socket, tugging out her treat, pulling it into her beak with a curled tongue, only to swallow it right down with a heavy, resounding gulp. He could hear that just fine, though the vision in his remaining eyes was blurred by all the mess. Not so much that he didn't see her coming as she came swooping back down for seconds, certainly not satisfied with just one.

This one she didn`t pierce, instead just catching it in her beak and tugging it right out of the socket until the optic nerve was stretched to its limit. A firm tug, and it snapped right off with a light misting of juices, leaving her to gulp down her treat whole. With what remained of his vision, he could tell how much she enjoyed eating his eyes. A squishy delicacy for her, one that left her closing her eyes as she slowly swallowed before coming back for more. The third, the fourth. She crushed one in her beak, squishing it flat, chewing on it a while. She pecked at the other until it was little more than jelly running from the socket for her to slurp up. By the time she was finished with her feast he was utterly blinded, but that just meant all the other sensations were more intense. No pain, simply the curious feeling of her digging through her skull with her tongue, making sure she got every trace of flavour from those oozing sockets.

"Ravishing, truly. You are a treat. A flavour like no other. And such a tongue you have ..." She spoke with pleasure in her voice, slowly moving her hips atop him, teasing his cock just a little longer. Simply keeping him inside, toying with his pleasure but never grinding so firmly as to make him cum. Just enough to ensure he was hard even as she ate him, one tasty piece at a time.

He remained silent, just basking in it all. The endorphins in his brain, firing off to shut out pain that he couldn't even properly feel left him spinning. The whole thing was a dull high, a floaty sensation as if the floor had vanished beneath them. Perhaps she had snatched him in her talons and taken flight. That seemed rather unlikely given the size of them both, but with his vision gone he couldn't tell what she might have been doing. He didn't complain, neither giving direct permission nor denying her what she wanted. Instead, he made it obvious by just extending his long tongue right out of his mouth, letting it stretch as far as it could go, an offering to her hunger.

She pinched it in her beak, pulling it taught. He could feel the muscles as the back of his throat tightening, but he didn't gag nor choke. Maybe he drooled a bit. That was natural. She gave his tongue a suckle as if drawing him into an unusual kiss, but the pressure came soon after. She was biting right through it, snapping it off at the root, slowly. Blood began to burst from its surface as those harsh edges cut right through, a smooth slice that left nothing but a little nub of his tongue behind. His mouth filled with dark blood, and he let it run down his chin while she noisily mashed her meal up, chewing deeply into the fresh meat until it was nothing more than paste for her to swallow.

A satisfied 'mmm!' was about the most outwardly satisfied sound he had heard her make. She didn't ask him for approval before he continued. His answered would have been little more than gurgles anyway. It seemed like so much more blood than he was expecting. He was all but gargling it, letting it flow out between his teeth. There was too much to swallow. She finally pulled off of his cock, squelching and squeezing, visibly wet, a steady stream of his cum and her juices dripping down her thighs. And he came ever so close to just blowing his load right there when he felt her talons running up and down his chest and his belly, scratching firmly enough to make him bleed, drawing a Y on his skin with her pointed claws.

She retraced her steps, deeper, deeper. Treating her talons like a surgical scalpel. He didn't move, letting her work, admiring the precision he could feel as she began to cut into him. First she opened up his belly, stretching the skin apart, and extended that slice right up his gut and towards his breastbone. Spreading open two flaps of his skin with expert care, she exposed his insides with as little mess as possible, looming above him for a time, admiring the pulses and the writhing of his healthy, working organs. Then she tucked right in to the freshest meal a vulture could ever ask for.

He already knew just how powerful her beak was, though even then he had underestimated her. Feeling her crunching into his ribs with such ease was impressive. It made his cock throb just to feel that much predatory power being used on him. She didn't just break the bones of his chest, she ate them, making plenty of noise as she shattered them to bits, sucking the marrow right out before she swallowed them right down. Her appetite was seemingly insatiable, only inspiring her to move faster the more of him she got inside of her fat, feathery belly. Some part of him wished he could watch her do it, could properly moan for her as she picked out her favourite bits, but the sense of being helpless in the dark simply made the scrapings of her beak and talons all the more enjoyable.

He listened to the fleshy noises as she plucked out the organs that wouldn't prove immediately fatal with their removal. Even then, he could feel his body seizing up, convulsing some as she chewed her way into his liver, or ripped out his pancreas to chew upon. His kidneys were easily pierced by her razor beak, punctured and briefly skewered on her beak while she licked the blood and juices from them. Then she plucked them off, crushing, chewing, swallowing down those well-masticated organs as blood ran down her beak and into her feathers, straining her breasts as she ate.

One heart was no doubt a juicy prize among the many treats within, and seeing that he had two of them proudly beating in his open chest only made them more tantalizing. But of course digging into them would have meant the swift end of his reactions. She couldn't help but touch one of them though, leaving him with the distinctly intimidating of those talons harmlessly but dangerously stroking along his pumping heart and lungs, admiring them, even clutching at them briefly, preventing them from swelling for just half a moment. Letting him feel his own mortality in her hands, only to release them to let him last a little longer. The blood loss was making his head swim, as was everything else, but he was still alive, and even somehow still hard for her throughout that whole gory meal. She couldn't help but notice that.

It felt first like a rough, beaky blowjob. That was pretty much the case, really. She wrapped his cock right up and gave it a few nibbles, squeezing it down and letting it spring back up with his lust. Her tongue working along its tip, lapping at his precum and her own juices alike nearly made him blow his load right then. She teased, slurping, pleasuring, everything amplified by whatever drug was running through his system. His exposed hearts thumped wildly in tandem as she sucked and rubbed him, massaging the last few inches of his shaft with his her fingers, scritching them pleasantly. He was shaking, bleeding, drooling blood, but somehow he was still able to cry out a garbled, tongueless moan as he bucked his hips and felt his cum flowing through his cock. That was when she bit down.

She didn't deny him his orgasm. If anything, it just felt somehow better, gushing out along with a torrent of blood as she snipped his cock in half with a single chomp, letting his cum run into her beak to add extra flavour as she chewed on his shaft. He couldn't feel it much, focused too much on the pleasure, but every single messy crunch of her beak crushing that precious organ made him flinch just slightly. Even with all she'd done so far, he somehow still expected that to hurt. But no, he emptied his inner nuts into her beak while she castrated him, chewing the last few inches down to his slit, leaving it as a nub as that whole mashed up alien cock slid down her throat along with plenty of his seed in a single, heavy gulp.

Then he was really bleeding. His hearts pumped madly, bulging right out of his open chest as she licked her beak. She left him like that for a time, oozing from his wounds, body shutting down, face soaked, throat full of blood. All she would have needed to do was sit and watch him for a while and he would stop moving from all manner of complications. But she wasn't going to be so passive as that. Instead, she decided it was finally time for her final treat, raising up high as if ascending into the sky, before diving down and plunging her beak directly into one of his hearts, producing a spray of cum so sharp it hit the nearby wall.

He immediately felt numbness taking over his body, the sensations and arousal fading into a cool, but oddly soothing dullness. He let his head flop back, his mouth hang open. It was hard to tell if he was breathing anymore. But he could still hear. The squishing and the squelching as she ate his beating heart right out of his chest, chewing it mouthful by mouthful, swallowing down great gullet-bulging gulps of his black blood, until she was soaked and he was twitching his very last. Just before all sensation faded, he felt her hand upon his cheek, stroking at him, comforting him in those last moments. Even as she loudly chewed upon his juicy vital organ, a muffled, slightly quivering moan escaping her between swallows.

But before he could die on her, she gave herself over to one more temptation. His position left him so exposed to her, and so she became something much more vicious in those moments, finishing him off with a bite to his throat. Like a wolf or a lion rather than a vulture. She pierced his gullet, though he was too weakened to even choke, making him spurt blood from the open wound as she ripped his throat right out. Bitten right through. He was already mortally wounded, but that simply hastened the process, as she ate her way through his neckflesh to nearly decapitate him as he finally faded and stopped breathing beneath her. Then all that was left was to finish her feast in peace.

It took a few hours for her to consume all of him. She didn't waste a single thing but his teeth, spitting those out like seeds as she crunched into his jawbone and the rest of his skull. Every single organ, from his brain to his lungs and even every last foot of his intestines ended up inside of her. She broke through his bones one at a time, gorging herself until her gut was swollen and sloshing, rounded out to a slightly obscene size with the gurgling remains of the chewed up and swallowed alien. She left nothing more than a massive smear of black blood and a few assorted crumbles of his pulverized bone, along with those tusks left as the only remnant of who he used to be before being torn apart and devoured by the politely ravenous vulturess.

Thastillith was in no rush, herself. She dozed, or perhaps outright slept as the rat within her squirmed and dreamed in her leisurely stomach acid, rising around him so slowly he hardly noticed it until he was half-immersed. It faintly tingled at him, but he wasn't experiencing any notable symptoms of digestion. He savoured the feeling, of being kept and held close, knowing he was bringing pleasure to the great serpent with every moment he spent inside of her, listening to her heart slowly beat, her occasional hiss of pleasure or sleepy murmur as she slipped in and out of consciousness in that perfectly contented digestive slumber.

That was precisely where she would stay for several days, more or less. She briefly roused from her low-energy state to fetch some water, dragging herself sluggishly along, taking minutes just to cross the room. Everything her body had went to digesting that kind rat, whose awareness faded slowly, leaving him forgetting where he was, knowing only that he felt good and it was probably where he was supposed to be. The air was grew slowly thinner as hour after hour passed by, until he happily sighed out and slumped down completely in her gut, his squirms ceasing into stillness where he bulged within her shining coils. He truly belonged to her then.

Vivian made sure to tidy up before leaving, fetching a mop to soak up the darkened blood that had pooled all around her as she ate. Her feathers were another story. It was dark by the time she left, which was fortunate as it allowed her to gather her things and head home without anyone stumbling across her stuffed, blood-soaked self. Her body worked swiftly, gut squeezing up tight around all that meat and bone as she made the trip home in silence, calm tunes playing over her stereo as she travelled and digested an entire alien. She didn't know how much nutrition was in such a beast, but she knew that her body was feeling richly energized as she packed on a generous amount of fat to her luscious curves, minute by minute.

When she returned home, she found herself plumper, feathers shining with a lustrous glimmer where they weren't simply matted by Silent's blood. A shower was on her list of things to do, but before that she needed to answer a certain call. She was thankful for the custom-installed toilet, one meant for someone of her size and heft, especially with all the extra weight clinging to her form thanks to her heavy meal. She settled her thickened ass onto the seat, lifted her tailfeathers, and gave an extended sigh as she began to dispose of him.

As exotic as he'd been, her digestive system dealt with him just the same as any other. She flexed and began to push him out as a thin, off-white stream of vulture shit, filling that broad bowl below with his unrecognizable remains. Her body was highly efficient. There were no details, no signs, no bits of him that survived the journey. Everything was part of her but for the heavy load of waste, requiring a flush mid-dump and then another after another few minutes of relieving herself. She was fatter, softer, and just overall more padded. Her tits were up a full cup size, her ass was plump, her belly jiggling even after shrinking back down again. And as for Silent, he was a mess swirling down the drain as Vivian flushed for a third time, stepping into the shower right after to look her proper dignified self again.

The cobra on the other hand took several days to fully digest Skrik. She didn't full awake until her body was completely done with him, remaining near to vegetative state until he was little more than mush. Unlike the vulture, she wasn't notably fatter, at least to an anthro eye. Herself, she could feel some extra padding on her coils thanks to his modest but delicious contribution. She rose, stretched out to her full length to sooth her muscles, extending across the room and right out the front door as she yawned. Rather than slither off to the bathroom, she instead continued on outside, to bask in the morning sunlight and admire her flourishing garden. One that always needed fertilizer.

After a slow glance around to ensure no one was watching, something entirely unnecessary on her isolated property, she found a spot where the first sprouts of spring had yet to show themselves and positioned herself with her tail end raised above the dirt. The same cloaca that Skrik had so firmly fucked spread open to release his digested remains in the form of several thick logs of bone-packed snakeshit coiled up atop the fertile soil of her garden. It steamed in the morning sun as she faintly hissed and slightly strained, squeezing him out one chunk at a time. His fur tickled a little on the way out. So did some of his bones. She hadn`t done much to digest those, so she ended up shitting out nearly his entire skeleton. Softened, separated and smoothed, but nonetheless embedded in that great mountain of waste until a hollowed rat skull fell facefirst into the pile with a plop.

The cobra took a glance back at the mess, dragging herself along the grass briefly before slowly bringing herself to the nearby river to bathe, enjoying the warmth that rose over the horizon. She was still a bit sleepy, but the energy was returning to her. He would keep her fed for days at least, if not weeks. Swimming in the clear water, she let the current cleanse her as she sighed and stared off into the distance, collecting her thoughts. Including contemplating who she was going to eat next, once her slow-working appetite reawakened and cute, squirmy boys were back on her mind. She was going to enjoy hunting with Vivian again when the time came.