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It was entirely reasonable for Vuin to assume that a pretty pantheress setting him up on a blind date with her "hot mom" meant he would be meeting an older cat, right? Not that the surprise had been anything but a pleasant one. He wasn't expecting her to be a snake, much less a massive, gorgeous cobra, all golden and elegant, filling half the room with the bulk of her body. He'd been fussing with himself before meeting, wondering if his date would be okay with a komodo dragon like him, only to find himself snuggled in her coils as the fire crackled nearby. The snow was gone and spring had returned, banishing the snowy chill of previous months could be so unpleasant for reptiles like them, but they nonetheless enjoyed a good warm blaze, pressed close to each other's bodies in silent, intimate relaxation. Needless to say, they'd been getting along just fine so far.

Thastillith seemed content to simply hold him for a while, keeping him snug there in her grasp, acting almost entirely dormant. He was happy to let her hold him. She might not have had the same death-grip as one of the more powerful constrictors, but her size alone was enough to keep him exactly where he was, gently kneading around his body from every angle. He couldn't have squirmed free if he wanted, but he really wanted nothing more than to be close to her, for as long as she would let him. Maybe even closer than they already were. She seemed as if to almost read his mind, moving in close, letting them lock unblinking gazes. A slight wriggle allowed him just enough space to move his arms, and he soon reached up to touch her cheek, stroking along her scales, carefully touching the inside of her hood. He loved the feeling of her scales on his own, of her body pulsing, kneading, flexing all around him even at rest. Such a dangerous creature, and yet treating him so softly, so gently. They flicked their forked tongues at each other, almost in sync.

"Thast, what a night. Thank you for having me in your home. And in your coils. I already feel so close to you. Maybe we can be ..."

Even a lizard like him could blush hotly when he got flustered enough. He couldn't finish his sentence, so she just leaned in close and finished for him.

"Clossssssser?"

She hadn't given him a hiss like that through their entire date. Her accent was soft, pleasing, musical, but it had never been snakish. The only possible conclusion was that she was doing that on purpose, made more apparent when she continued on without doing it again.

"Kiss me."

Such a commanding tone, all of a sudden. He saw her part her lips, caught a glimpse of those curved fangs gleaming right before his eyes. That wasn't the first time that evening he'd seen them. They were such an imposing pair all on their own, like two sabres settled there in her maw, but of course even more frightening was the venom they could deliver with just a single nibble. A modest-sized snake like her was deadly enough. He had to imagine even a little drop ingested while they smooched would have been swiftly fatal. And that thought didn't dissuade him in the slightest. Making out with the lovely, motherly snake was worth every risk.

They met lips as best they could, for such a size difference. What they lacked for kissing ability they made up for with an exchange of tongues. Intertwined, linked together, bound and dripping with their drenching desire for each other, they drooled together as they pressed mouth to mouth. His gasped moans echoed down her open throat, while her hisses resonated through his body. It was all too much. This was only the first date, but he was already stricken, already blazing with lust for that seductive serpentess. He couldn't hide it, not when his naked form was pressed so close to hers, radiating the heat of that rising need. He might have been modest in the nude normally, his twin cocks, or hemipenes technically, carefully concealed, but when arousal took hold, everything was on display, wetly glossing along her scaly underside while he sucked her tongue. She wore a subtle smile when she slipped from their slobbery smooch.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. I have been needy of late. It is difficult to find someone who wishes to please a big snake like me. Some expect something ... different."

As confident and enticing as she'd been, she displayed slight uncertainty there. He was quick to chase it away, speaking maybe a bit too bluntly, but that was just enthusiasm getting the better of him.

"You mean, other than your cloaca? You don't have to worry about that. I wanna taste it ..."

She was far from scandalized. Instead, she lightly chuckled.

"Mm. You are sweet. I might have to keep you."

He was pretty sure he knew what she meant by that, but he didn't get a chance to point it out. A smooth, coordinated shift of those coils had her bringing her tail up close to his mouth, so that he could make good on his offer. It was a surprisingly nonchalant gesture, just swaying her tail close to his mouth, letting him get a slightly blurred glimpse of that enticing slit. She was wet for him, the exposed pink folds glistening as they slightly flexed before his eyes. He could see her contracting, see her tensing up with the need to be pleasured. Clearly it had been far too long since anyone had done this for her. He grasped her in both hands and dove in, face-first, shoving his snout right inside her snakesex so that he could taste her, stroke her, eat her out with an excess of messy noise. Her scent drove him into something like a frenzy, inspiring him to shove his tongue deep and fuck her with it without any sort of warning.

At first she seemed to almost recoil, every muscle in her lengthy body going tense, jerking about with a spasm of pleasure. A sharp hiss came with that flex, a light mist of saliva escaping her open mouth. After that, she settled, sighing out, giving some womanly moans as he indulged her, and himself at the same time. Feasting on her scent and taste was reward enough for his service, guzzling her juices, pushing deeper. His enthusiasm had him nearly shoving his whole face inside of her, though she was far too tight for that. He knew he was licking the right spot when she gave a sudden, quivering clamp down on his tongue, and so he focused on relentlessly grinding those two forked tips right there on the spot. She could get so tight, squeezing with such potent inner muscles. He could only imagine how that lovely cloaca was going to feel all wrapped up snug around his cocks.

She wasn't about to release him from her grip, even for sex, though she did loosen a few of those encircling coils. It wasn't enough to let him squirm free of her grasp, rather just allowing her full access to his twin shafts, pulling her snakeslit from his face and leaving him with a slathered mess across his muzzle. Her flavour lingered on his tongue, permeated through his senses, leaving him just a little drunk on her. Intoxicated, but not yet envenomed, he wobbled in her grip as she pressed her cloaca down against that pair of tips. The first little rub alone was enough to make him gasp, make him groan out as he bucked his hips, doing his best to grind. He was every so ready to pleasure and be pleasured, to plunge deep inside the older snake's body and feel those muscles going to work over his dicks. Such a gorgeous woman she was. He looked up to her with a shaky little smile, admiring her pretty face, her fangs, her elegant hood that served to outline her features. Watching her expression contort to one of serpentine bliss was just as much a pleasure as penetrating her.

All he could do was arch his back and cry her name in a breathy hiss of his own while she pushed down on his dicks, stuffing him inside all at once. There was no easing into it, no allowing him to accommodate to the feeling of having that snug snakeslit wrapped around his shafts. She plunged him inside, leaving him to bottom out against her lust-slick coils, juices running down his thighs as he rubbed up against her pulsing body. Every little flex of her muscles meant clamping down around him in the most wonderful of ways. He hardly even needed to fuck her, to move at all when she was providing so much stimulation for them both just by squeezing on him, over and over, working with inner muscles that applied pressure from every angle, never the same way twice. He was as paralyzed as if she'd sunk her fangs into his veins, frozen up in awe at the ecstasy that came with mating with such a fine mother snake. Only through sheer willpower did he manage to move once more, pressing up to thump and thrust and fuck that cobra in that fine, clenching snake-pussy. To hear the music of her moans ensured his evening was perfect.

"Ahh ... Vuin. We fit so well together."

Her voice was surprisingly calm for the hissy gasps she let escape otherwise, working that wriggling tail back and forth, keeping the pleasure flowing, driving him towards climax despite his resistance. He just wanted to stay inside her forever, to feel her squeezing him, milking him, but she was insistent. She was going to make him cum whether he was ready or not, and so he had no more choice but to ride it out, to be swept away on that mesmerizing wave of pleasure that had enraptured him from the very first thrust. She pressed her tongue near his, flicking it in his face, breathing deep of his scent while she bathed him in her fine breath. It smelled of tea and honey. Even in the intense throes of passion that with fucking her wet cloaca hard, he still felt soothed in her presence, like he could just close his eyes and go to sleep despite orgasm building, for how calm she made him. That meant he didn't even react with shock to hear what she said next.

"Let me bite you."

He slowly nodded his head, though it was hard to tell what he was doing from the natural rocking of his body as they pleasured one another, so he did his best to speak.

"Will it hurt?"

"Not much. Just a nibble, to help you feel this."

"Mmmm."

It wasn't exactly a yes, but he meant it that way. She leaned in closer and close, letting those fangs flash, the firelight flickering over their shiny curves. He flinched just a little. Nobody could blame him for that. Yet as he waited for her to finally do it, to finally bite him, he felt nothing at all. There was no prick, no pinch. She simply withdrew, a clear fluid dripping from each of those sharp teeth, possibly venom or possibly just her own saliva. Reaching up to tap his neck, he felt a little mark where she'd effortlessly pierced his veins, working with such precision even in the middle of a writhing, sloppy fuck. Then there came the tingle, the sudden something spreading all through his veins, helping to enhance every single feeling. Each touch grew more intense, her scent more fragrant, even the sounds of his shafts sliding in and out of her slick slit became more apparent, more richly enticing with every schlick he made within her constricting insides. It all came with an increased dose of helplessness as her venom worked to nearly paralyze him. The best he could do was twitch.

That meant he couldn't hold back any longer. She was moving faster, thumping him into her harder, wetter, louder, squeezing him relentlessly. It felt like all the power in her whole muscular body was being put to work just to milk him of a cumshot. He couldn't resist, couldn't hold back the floor anymore. It surged throughout his body until he thought he might expire. His heart pounded so hard he felt it in his fingertips. His lungs worked overtime, hyperventilating up to one big gasp, then exhaling as he shot his spunk inside her slit. That cloaca clamped on him just right, ensuring he didn't stop at a single shot. He just kept cumming, over and over, empting those internal balls until he was firing blanks, dryly throbbing in her slit, unable to give her any more, no matter how hard she squeezed. Soon she focused instead on just constricting his entire body, exercising her power over him, showing off his strength as those coils kneaded hard. Even if she wasn't a python, she probably could have easily crushed him, if she wanted. She wanted something else from him instead.

With a hiss and a smooch on his cheek, she spoke the phase into his skull. Five small words, a single syllable each, and yet they couldn't have been sweeter.

"I want to eat you."

Of course she did. He knew it was coming, expected it even, and yet finally hearing those words from her mouth was enough to make him moan all over again. He had no more orgasms to give, but he could still provide something else. He could give her everything. There was no fear in his heart, even to hear such a dangerous statement. It was only natural that a snake like her, a massive, potent predator, would want to devour him. Speaking his consensus wouldn't have been adequate to express himself. Instead, he reached up as if to push his hands right down her throat, stroking along the inner details of her jaws, leaning his head in close to gaze into the abyss that awaited him. He squirmed and humped, grinding out the lust that came with such a tantalizing offer. Anything he could do to show her how much he wanted to end up in her stomach, how much he loved that she would even consider him a meal, he did. By the twitching of his cocks, almost ready to cum again just to know she'd made her decision, that she hungered for him, he made it abundantly clear what he thought of it all. He wanted nothing more in the world than to be her prey.

Something predatory gleamed in her eyes then. Her fangs were on display not as a gentle offer, but as a show of power, of danger. He hoped to impress her with how calm he remained while she loomed over him, parting her jaws wide. His vision was slightly blurred, the venom seemingly doing its work already. If she didn't swallow him, he probably would have ended up expiring in time anyway. Ending up anywhere but inside her would have simply been a waste. Yet even through the haze he could still admire the details of her maw, from the obvious fangs, still bared, to her flicking tongue, or her open glottis, her dark gullet. All of it was coated in shining drool, flowing thickly over every feature. She drooled for him, hungered for him, and she didn't have to wait any longer, but first she gave him a slow, sensuous speech.

"I knew you would be the perfect meal from the moment I first saw you. I've been thinking about it, considering how I might do it. Should I try to seduce you first, or should I simply strike? Yet it's all the sweeter to know how much you want to feed me, that I can simply ask, and you'll be mine, for good." She sighed out, blowing a puff of cool breath across his face, sounding truly happy. "It's going to feel incredible. It always does, but with you, it's going to be even better. I'm going to enjoy you, Vuin. Every, last, gulp. From the first taste, to the final rumble of my stomach, I will be in utter bliss. You can digest knowing you've made a snake very happy."

He squirmed all throughout her words, each thought bringing him to a deeper state of heaving, throbbing need to be hers. Huffing as he wriggled in her grasp, he found his tongue to paralyzed to do anything but moan for her, but that was enough to tell her how he felt. Any moment, and she was going to start feasting on him. When she struck, it was hardly cobra-like. She didn't lunge, instead easing into her meal with her mouth agape, slipping her tongue beneath his chin as she enveloped him to the shoulders. He found his head snug inside her jaws, slipping towards her throat, feeling those deep constrictions calling for him. The first squeeze caught him on the very tip of his nose before slipping off. He heard that ULLP of her swallowing down all that excess spit, but she wasn't gulping him yet. That required more kneading, more pushing, her wrapped coils shoving him inside bit by bit. He inched along her tongue, feeling it flicker over his chest, then down to his belly while her fangs faintly stroked along his back. They folded slightly back to the touch, not piercing him again, or at least not that he felt. Those inner muscles were just as powerful as her slit, working to surround him in slick, soft flesh, squeezing down to his chin. She swallowed hard, but didn't take him any deeper, this time just letting him feel those muscular contractions working all around him even as her coils kept him in place. He liked to think she was showing off. There was plenty to be proud of with that huge, elegant body of hers. He couldn't wait to be part of her.

A slight relaxation of her coils let him slip more deeply into her open throat. It flexed fiercely all about his shoulders, enough to lightly pop his joints. It didn't hurt. Nothing did, including the spreading venom working through his body, ensuring he couldn't do much more than squirm and maybe twitch a little as she swallowed him whole. Her smooth inner flesh massaged his scales, and he probably massaged her right back, rubbing that reptilian texture along her more sensitive places. His cocks popped free of her cloaca, the excess cum splurching down her scales. She didn't let it distract her from her task. Sometimes she hissed, sometimes she moaned, but she was supremely focused on devouring him, consuming him whole and alive, letting him faintly wriggle into her golden body. The outline of his form bulged down her coils as she sucked him deeper, using the strength of her gullet alone to drag him deeper.

He was already well past the point of no return, but that reality sank in when his chest slipped over the crest of her maw and into her throat. She welcomed him with an immense clench of her muscles, holding him still for a time, draining the air from his lungs. He managed to gasp when she relaxed once more, rolling her head back and forth, wriggling with pleasure to be eating such a tender, delicious komodo like him. It was so warm inside her, surprisingly so. She might have been cool on the outside, but within, she was all comfort, wrapping him up cozy while she polished off his form. Her wet lips went gliding across his belly, then his half-softened cocks, making him flinch briefly. He couldn't squirm much anymore, even when she licked across his smeared shafts, cleaning the cum from them, along with her own essence. Then there came a sudden burst of something almost like violence with a sharp toss of her hooded head, tilting his legs skyward, releasing him from her coils all at once. His feet and tail alike flailed through the air, whipped along with the force of the motion. For just that moment, Thast allowed her hunger to overtake her. It was flattering to see how famished he made her.

The extended schliiick of fleshy noise surrounded him as he descended into darkness, the scent of her breath lingering in his overwhelmed senses. Even when he wasn't entirely sure where he was anymore, he knew he was comfortable, blissful, even lustful once more. He was far too exhausted to be properly horny, but the feeling of being swallowed by the giant snake was enough to make his cocks quiver on the way down. It all came to a finish with a long, satisfied sigh from them both. Thast's muscles worked up to a powerful conclusion, working with the same strength as she might have constricted him in her coils, embracing him with her gullet to suck him into her body. He vanished into the tunnel that was her throat, his thighs becoming a bulge beneath her scales, followed by his feet and tail. For all the gentle easing she'd given him in the process of eating him, she couldn't resist polishing him off with one last great big gulp. Suddenly the slow stroking of her innards around his naked body was moving a whole lot faster.

The exhilarating feeling of being swallowed left him completely transfixed all the way down. He ended up swallowing plenty of her saliva as he slipped towards her stomach, listening to her satisfied hisses resonating all through her body, all the way down. The air grew thinner, putting some pressure on his chest just to draw enough to fill his lungs. Then it was sharper, acidic as he pushed past a fleshy ring of resistance and entered her belly proper. The rest of him soon followed, allowing him to fill out the middle part of her coils, bulging outwards with the mostly indistinct shape of his presence. He was a rounded weight there in her body, pressing outwards on the squeezing walls. Her belly might have been relatively calm, even dormant, but he knew it wouldn't last that way for long. Not when it sensed food like him. That was all he was, a meal for a snake, a whole, living contribution to her stomach that she might finally sate her appetite. Nothing could ever be more satisfying than feasting upon a person who wanted to be her meal.

She moved slowly once he was tucked away, wrapping herself up so that she could rest her head atop his bulge. The first gurgles came a few minutes later. She rested by the fire, staying warm while she started to digest him. There was no need for him to say anything. He probably couldn't have anyway, that paralyzing venom ensuring he was closer and closer to fading out entirely, his heart slowing, his lungs only half inflating. It might have been a painful process, especially with stomach acid working over his naked body, pouring in from the walls around him, but he felt nothing unpleasant. He had no regrets. In a few hours, he'd be nothing more than fuel for a gorgeous snake, part of her body, digested up and absorbed, but for what she couldn't use. Even in his half-blank state, he could still blush at the thought of his eventual dirty fate, that his whole existence was bound to come to nothing more than a simple, humiliating end. And though she was ready for a nice digestive nap, she still had enough energy to tease him one more time.

"All done. You've been eaten, Vuin. Swallowed whole by a snake. And you were wonderful. You make an old serpent feel marvellous, you know that? I want you to have that in mind before you faint inside me. That - "

She paused, and even inside of her, he could hear the little smile in her voice.

"- and what comes next. You are food, after all. You know what becomes of that when I'm done. I wonder where I will leave you. The garden could use you, but perhaps I will simply leave you out beneath a tree in a quiet place, your skull a little monument of our night together."

Those devious words evoked clear images in his head that lasted right to the very last moment of his consciousness. He felt her nuzzling against him, nudging him with her nose, licking across his captive body. The bulge of komodo wriggled a few minutes longer, but eventually he faded to silence. Venom and suffocation were a potent combo, but he felt nothing but linger bliss, listening to her pleased hissing until he could hear no longer. There was nothing left to do but to digest him all throughout the evening, sleeping atop his motionless bulge, seeming to stare off into the distance when she was in fact in a deep snooze. There wasn't much that could have disturbed her by then. She slept dreamlessly through the process of digesting him, staying completely still throughout the night, and the morning to follow. It wasn't until the afternoon showed a glimpse of the sun that she awoke, rejuvenated once more. The bulge that had been had smoothed over and flattened in the hours of digestion, the added girth on her coils the only sign he'd been there. Not many would notice, but he'd made her just a little fat.

A great jaw-hinging yawn was her first statement of the day. She stretched her coils out as she unwound herself, reaching clear across the room. A few wriggles got her comfortable once more, and then she flicked her tongue, taking in the lingering scent of sex that clung to her living room. Then it was time to slither out to a private spot in the woods. She might have been chilly normally, but digesting the komodo gave her such a sense of warmth, even long after he was gone. She left a broad trail through the wet grass, painting that blank canvass with an imprint of her bulk as she made her way to a more remote spot, well away from her home. Privacy was necessary for the act to come. It was just like she said. Once she found a good, tall tree in the middle of the forest near her humble house, she lifted her tail end above the base and let her cloaca start to expand with the remains of his digested body, the last trickling remnants of their mating mixing in with the final evidence of her dinner.

It was a crude end to their date, but one that still remained satisfying for the snake while she pushed him out of her slit. She couldn't help a little hiss, tilting her head back to catch the cool raindrops in her hood while she worked to shit him out on the damp grass. The process was twofold - first there was the uric acid, the liquid remains of his digested body pouring over the soil as she messily let it out, followed by the more solid waste. A long, smooth log of snake waste curled up on the ground, and then soon another, coiling up with the first. The mess steamed in the air as it thudded to the forest floor, made solid and weighty by all the pulverized bone packed into it. A few chunks were still distinct, broken down and smoothed over by the trip through her intestines but still vaguely recognizable. They became more distinct the longer she disposed of him, from little shards to partial bones, and finally there came that crowning piece. She halted in the process of relieving herself, left to push and force the least piece out. It came smoothly after that slight strain, topping off that mound of snakeshit with a few filthy bone fragments. So much for that monument - his skull had splintered into nothing recognizable on the journey through her body, leaving behind only a few fragments. They would have to do for a crown on the whole mess. That was all that was left of Vuin after a gurgly trip through her digestive system, and right there in the forest was where he was going to stay. As far as first dates went, she couldn't have asked for more. And he certainly couldn't complain, ever again.