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The Back End of the Snake

Graar trudged his way though the dense underbrush of the tropical rainforest of the great Epicelian Basin, keeping his eyes peeled for the telltale rock formation that indicated he was near his friend Montiga's home. The saurian was known to travel the lands, going from shore to shore and finding all manner of partners and prey to satisfy both ends.

While he had enjoyed the pleasures and luxuries of the jungles, the great plains, the mountains, and the lakes, the best place to visit remained Montiga's spring, a single pool under a unique serpentine rock formation that Montiga called his home. It was in the northeast edge of the Epicelian Basin, far away from most other peoples and populations. The nearest City was the Port of Aralyptian, and that was a week's trek to the east along the coast. Therefore, Graar was able to enjoy his solitude.

Once he found the serpentine looking rock formation jutting out from above the treeline, he immediately pushed toward it, knowing that Montiga couldn't be far away. This was his goal, his hope, and his desire for companionship amidst a land devoid of others. Montiga was the one friend who Graar knew he could trust and could rely on for fun and new forms of exciting experimentation.

This was going to be fun, for Graar was always welcome a Montiga's Spring, and Montiga was always happy to have Graar one way or another. He was one of the only fellows who indulged Graar's hunger, both traditionally and sensually. A vore buddy, was how they liked to call each other.

As he pushed through the ferns and fronds of the underbrush, Graar caught a whiff of Montiga's distinct musk, the same aromatic scent of a snake in rutting season. It seemed, at least to Graar, that Montiga was always rutting when he was around. Maybe Montiga was just eternally horny, or maybe he was turned on by Graar? Either way, it seemed peculiar yet helpful that he was always in the mood.

In the end, as he barreled himself through the final trees to make it to the Spring, he was shocked to see that there was no Montiga to be seen. The Spring itself was empty, lined by rocks with bits of white creamy mess all over, but no snake or naga inside. This was disappointing for Graar, at least at first, until he sniffed the air and got a proper bearing on what direction his occasional companion may have went. With this in mind, he lowered himself to the ground and went where the scent was strongest, which took him closer to the tall standing rock that marked their location.

Through the brush he went again, following his nose past boulders, up streams, around the thick trunks of trees, and into the cave that led to Montiga's personal home. This may have made one think that Montiga was relaxing inside after enjoying a proper wank, but the smell immediately turned Graar back around to head back out to the forest. Clearly Montiga was on the move, so Graar called out to him. "Monty! Are you around?" His voice echoed against the trees and nearby cliffs underneath the rock formation, but no voice could be heard answering back.

Without any alternative option to seek out his friend, he kept his snout to the ground as he kept sniffing and following the musky scent trail left by his naga companion. He knew that Montiga was not far, for his musk was so perfectly and utterly distinct that there was no chance it wasn't him. That was why he never gave up hope that he'd catch up to his serpentine friend, and he kept following the scent trail through the jungle until he once again returned to the hot spring where he first arrived. All the while, he found that the sweet scent of his serpentine friend's musk was getting him aroused, coaxing his cock from his own slit, dragging the tip over ferns and leaving his silken cum over each leaf.

This time, however, he was greeted by quite the pleasant site. Splayed out in front of him, uncoiled with bits of his body draping over the rocky rim of the hot spring was Montiga, a three-toned purple naga with bright royal violet hair and two plump, pink cocks poking out of his slit. He was gently stroking himself as he flicked his tongue, casually glancing over with a smirk to look at Graar as the saurian poked his head out through the bushes. "Well hello there, my friend. Come for a meal?"

Graar raised an eyebrow and smiled, his cock tensing up and spurting a bit of precum all over the dirt below him. He stepped out of hiding to properly greet Montiga. "You could say that. What sort of meal have you got in mind? My trip has been long, and it's been a long time since I enjoyed the fun of a partner such as yourself." He lowered his body in a courtship pose with his spine and tail all curved into a crescent moon shape, his legs each offset from one another so that Monty could see his cock in all its tapered, partially prehensile glory. "I hope you don't mind if I join you."

Montiga leaned back and draped himself over the side of the hot spring, pressing his hands down between his twin cocks to splay them out, stroking up and down either shaft with both hands back to the tip. He cupped and squeezed both of his cock heads, each finger going in between the tendrils that lined the tip, gumming up his palms in the process. He didn't speak a word, his actions were plenty good enough to convey his willingness to invite Graar to him in the hot spring.

Many options passed through Graar's mind as he contemplated just what he wanted to do and what direction he wanted to go with this. He knew Montiga was willing to do virtually anything, but it was of course that cock slit that was enticing Graar the most thoroughly. The two needed not share words as the saurian bounded his way over the edge of the Spring to land next to Montiga, shivering in delight as the hot water encompassed his exposed cock. He felt a tension that spurted some precum out into a milky cloud in the mostly clear water.

The moment his body slipped under the water's surface, Montiga's tail curled up and around to wrap around his leg, the very tip prodding at the slit that the saurian's cock had emerged from. It acted like a tentacle, writhing and pressing up against the opening before plunging in deep and hard, the scales acting like proper ribbing.

Graar growled deeply as his back arched, tail up and spine tensing while his loins squeezed at the scaled tip. He had a goal in mind but instead eased back to feel the tendril-like appendage of Montiga's back end plunge deeper into him, then writhe around deep inside. The sloshing sensations of a flicking tail tip deep in his slit made him groan and roll his eyes back, mouth partially agape and tongue lolling out over his teeth. His grin was accentuated by the slight and subtle gyrations of his hips as he did his best to ride that tail as if it were a cock.

In fact, Graar was so distracted by this delightful turn of events that he completely forgot his goal. His eyes trailed away from that plump, purple-fleshed slit of Montiga's as well as the twin cocks - hemipenes - that he was rubbing and preparing for him. All of that was swept aside in Graar's mind, as the tentacley motions of Montiga's tail were more than enough to keep him satisfied, his cock hard, and his precum seeping into the warm blue water of the hot spring of Montiga's.

"Now what are you doing, not feeding me." Montiga mused with a grin. He gave Graar a light pat between the horns before gently yanking on him, aiming the saurian's snout back over to his slit. "You know what you came here for. Now get in me, one way or another." He yawned once, gaping his maw open to show his deep auburn gullet flesh and the pulsing, throbbing throat muscles lining it.

Graar shook himself free of his day dream as Montiga's tail slowly pulled out of him. He was once again able to return his mind to where it needed to be: Directly faced between the two cocks where the rippled cloaca flesh led to Monty's bowels hidden in the rest of his snakelike body. The very moment he felt himself being released from the daydream, he got another powerful whiff of the strong musk - a scent that should never have left his nares - that once again drove his member to swell to full girth. Once erect and excited, he swam forth and pulled himself up completely atop Montiga, driving his snout directly up against the underside of both of the naga's shafts.

Montiga hissed and flicked his tongue, gently stroking Graar's neck and shoulders to encourage him. "There we go. Now don't be so reluctant, and get in my belly!" His entire snakelike form dipped below the surface of the water to keep itself there, ensuring that Graar's weight didn't make them both sink into the Spring. Though it wouldn't matter once Graar's snout disappeared into him, Montiga knew and understood that it was much more interesting and fun if his prey was a different temperature.

In this case, Graar's cold-blooded body adapted to the relatively cool air of the basin, while Montiga's scales were absorbing the heat of the spring. The difference between the tones of their flesh made Graar shudder in delight as the hotter bodied reptile of the two's cocks were both resting heavily on his snout, spurting little beads of precum and creamy seed all over his lips. He hungrily licked up the viscous mess from his cheeks as he reached forth, grabbing one cock in each hand while maneuvering them both back and forth, using them as leverage to keep him balancing on Montiga's upturned belly and nuzzling into the naga's warm-fleshed slit.

The saurian's tongue delved deep into the snake's slit, parting the flesh and prying the scales wide in order to access the cloaca within. He had no care for his own breathing or pleasure, at least not while the musk was so thick against him, the very liquid essence of it coating him from nares to the crest of his skull thanks to how vigorous and fervent his motions were becoming as time went on.

All the while, Montiga remained cool and collected, reserved and laid back while his companion did much of the work. Sure, he tensed up his coils to ensure the upper portion of his body remained above the surface of the water so as not to rinse or douse his natural lubricants to the point Graar could no longer nuzzle, but most of the work was up to Graar. This was Montiga's land, his hot spring, and his plot of the jungle basin. It was the visitor's job to pleasure him for the honor of his presence. It was Graar's job to take care of the dominant predator or be constricted and swallowed.

Graar of course knew this, as the two of them had spent many years in the past together and apart, reconvening as often as Graar's erratic travel plans allowed. Their compassion, consumption, and collaborations were all very well established, so neither of them needed to speak or offer proper invitation for the other to do what they pleased. In the end, Graar was almost always prey, Montiga was almost always dominant, and they both were sure to get off before their visit would conclude. One way or another there would be quite the mess left in their wake before Graar headed west to the mountains.

With that in mind, the saurian kept a hold of the twin cocks in both hands, squeezing them tight at the base as he pulled himself up even closer, thus allowing him to arch his neck and use that leverage to push in as hard as he could. He felt the flesh subtly part, with the cloacal folds beyond the belly scales rippling and wrinkling against his touch while not quite widening enough to allow his snout to delve in any deeper. As such, he felt it best to part his lips and extend his tongue forward, tasting his partner's swollen walls while also depositing a healthy layer of his own saliva to the mix.

While using his tongue like a tentacle, he gently rotated his head to the side to eye up the shaft of the snake's cock, the view a wonderful image for a moment until a spurt of precum dribbled down and landed on his cheek bone just below his eye socket, nearly catching him in the eyeball. This sudden and unappreciated deposit of natural fluids made him yank his head back from between the naga's cocks - plucking his snout from the depths of Montiga's slit - to leave the snake's cloaca agape and throbbing in his absence. His tongue gnashed and licked at his cheek, but couldn't quite reach the spot of precum and he knew he couldn't wipe it down with his hands, as they were also covered in the same natural lubricants that were now smeared under his eye.

As a last resort, he simply pushed down with his cheek, rubbing his eye socket against the soft scales of Montiga's upper belly, using him to rub it off while still gripping at the base of his twin cocks. Then, rather than bother with trying to force his snout back down the cloaca, he pulled back just enough and aimed both cocks in together, jamming the tips into his open maw while his tongue undulated and waved underneath, slithering against the soft, throbbing flesh so he could better taste the natural lubricants and seed that the serpent's musky cloaca offered.

However, as he was focusing on that, he felt Montiga's tail slither up and reverse-coil around his hindquarters, squeezing his legs together and forcing his throbbing cock out, pressing the tapered shaft out between the belly scales of both of them. Graar took this not as a threat or a constriction, but as an act of passion telling him that Monty was loving the attention to his cocks. As such, he felt the best way to go forward was to wrap both hands around the twin cocks, treating them as one shaft with two heads as his tongue extended and prodded down the urethral opening to give a bulge to one before pulling out and doing the same to the other. He knew that, if not anally or orally, Montiga would consume him through his cock. This was not a negative concern for the saurian, as he was happy either way.

Montiga lightly bucked his hips upwards, the petal-like flare of his cock tips both widening as his urethral passage gaped, practically sucking on Graar's hungry tongue every step of the way. His tail continued to reverse-coil around the saurian's hindquarters, eventually clenching around his lower belly to lift him up a bit, thus yanking him off Monty's soft belly scales with his head aiming downward. This meant that, had he been let go, Graar would have dived headfirst into his hungry anal cavity.

Graar was quite aware of this. The only thing he was not aware of was what hole he'd end up being fed to. Was it going to be the genital hole, the anal passage, or one of the cocks themselves? Either way, he was happy to be fed to Montiga on this fine jungle day. He may have been hungry as well, but no matter what happened he knew that he always got his turn before they parted ways, so he wasn't in a rush to be first, or even second, for that matter. Given his eagerness to be snake slit food, he extended his neck forward and straightened his skull out good and proper to better make his body a more ergonomic fit; if nothing else, he would be a satisfying meal, both easy to swallow and fulfilling.

Curious and eager to perhaps see what happened, he slipped a pair of fingers into one of the cock holes - the one not filled by his tongue - in order to test and see just how malleable his cocks were on this day. He had been stuffed inside them a few times, but he knew from experience that Montiga's members weren't always malleable enough to expand and consume him. It was then that he realized just what Montiga had in store for him. Even as he fingered and thrust into the urethral openings, he felt the cock squeeze and force him out while gravity tugged his snout towards the ventral slit between the bases of both shafts.

This was it. He was being sent into Montiga's belly from the back entrance, and he couldn't be happier. Any way into this sensual serpentine acquaintance would be good, but that moist and tender cloaca slit was just too supple and pleasant to resist. The moment he felt his snout touch the wrinkled, violet-fleshed folds, he started wiggling back and forth to nuzzle at the opening, quickly finding out in the process that something had clearly changed in Montiga's body, as the snake's vent was looser, stretchier, and hungrier. The scaled lips parted with relative ease, sliding down either size of his muzzle in the process while the softer inner folds throbbed and pulsated around him.

Now there was no going back. The tiny little droplet of natural bodily fluids that had speckled his cheek bone felt like nothing now, as the naga's cloacal folds were smothering him right up to his eyes now. While this may have triggered a sort of panic mode attack in most creatures, Graar's many years of experience with Montiga had trained him well. His nostrils - now soaked with the scent of the naga musk - sealed off as he held his breath, knowing he'd not take another for many hours. Luckily for him, he was more than capable of putting himself in a low-key brumation while cuddling up against a snake's roomy bowels. It was the best way to nap, and his body could survive overnight in such conditions.

Montiga smiled as his tail gave another powerful constriction of Graar's lower body, holding him tight in place while also angling him ust right into his own slit. Between gravity and the serpent's hold, Graar was powerless to resist being forced in deeper and deeper, his snout forming a distinct and sizeable bulge below Monty's slit in the soft, wide belly scales that made up most of his underside.

The sensations now smothering Graar were gently coaxing him into his own personal heaven as Monty's slit walls squeezed and pulsated around him, constricting in waves to suck him deeper. He felt the ventral scales slide over his thick hide, the juices oozing over his body to coat him past his neck and shoulders with the thick slime that Montiga secreted. This was the best sensation to Graar, who happily rubbed and squirmed against the constricting walls all around him with every subtle, pleasant motion.

His member remained stiff and curled at the tip, much as any prehensile member would be, spurting little jets of his precum out onto Montiga's belly scales before reflecting and bounding into the water of the hot spring. He grunted a bit as the only sound he made before he felt the last of his skull and neck pop into Montiga's slit with a powerful lurch. He was now fully upside down, at least in as much as he felt with his head curled and pressed so that his horns were pressed down against the naga's long, powerful spine. This revelation made him change his pace quite aggressively.

Graar's curled horns were angled in such a way that the spiked tips were bent inward towards the back of his skull, ensuring that the wide edged, bulbous outer curl of their length could be used to rub and caress any flesh he desired, Knowing this, he grinned and nuzzled downwards, purposefully using his horns to massage the slick, lube soaked cavern around him. He kneaded at the walls around him, squirming and twisting his spine just right so that his shoulders passed in with the rest of him.

While it may have taken him a while to really sit down and realize how pleasant it was, the warmth of Montiga's flesh was making Graar feel even more comfortable and homely, as the typically cold-blooded naga absorbed the heat from the spring to make his body a pleasant portable home for Graar. This was a gift from the skies above, as cold flesh - regardless of how cozy the source - always made for an unpleasant time for prey. No amount of roomy belly space made up for cold skin and scales wrapped tight around one's body. That wasn't what was fun about vore, not to him.

However, no matter how much his body squirmed and his spine twisted and contorted, he couldn't slow down his descent. The more he rubbed and adjusted his body, the deeper he found himself slipping into the cavernous serpentine passage. The naga's ventral scales slid over his shoulders to pin his arms to his side, then continued to slide over his body until the opening - as well as both cocks - was clenched tight around his hips. With only his legs and tail protruding out, his cock had nowhere to go but in. His member throbbed and spurted to blend his own mess with Montiga's around the cock slit and anal passage, further lubricating his way deeper.

Between gravity and his own eager crawling, Graar found himself pawing at the air in an attempt to get some more leverage. His whole body had been flipped and twisted so that his feet were up by Montiga's upper torso, with his length resting gently between both of Monty's cocks to be eased in next to his body. Once Montiga grabbed his thighs and pushed him in deeper, Graar found himself able to pull his arms up so that they were folded on his chest instead of flattened by his belly, thanks to just how stretchy and malleable Montiga's inner passage had adapted to be. As a naga, he could stretch to many times his natural girth to accommodate meals much thicker than himself, such as Graar.

This freedom allowed Graar to extend his front legs forward, properly massaging and kneading at the flesh like a nursing kitten. In a way, he was nursing, coaxing the fluids and juices off the walls to better soak him in natural lubricants and belly fluids. The more he caressed, the wetter the walls became and the thicker the film of lubricant between his hide and Montiga's bowels. His member, now fully encapsulated within Monty's passage along with the rest of him, was squeezed tight between the anal walls and his own soft belly, the lubricant serving to make the grinding and sliding he was forcing upon his length easy and pleasurable.

So pleasurable, in fact, that the tightness felt between their flesh - the cold of his belly and the warmth of Montiga's bowels from within - coaxed a brisk spike in pleasure followed by a sudden burst of seed filling the passage alongside the rest of his body. The orgasmic delight slowly washed over him and completely took over his mind with such veracity that he barely even noticed when Montiga grabbed him by the hind paws and stuffed the last of him into his own slit, leaving just the tip of Graar's tail poking out, bell and all.

Now completely complacent and relaxed due to having allowed himself his orgasmic bliss, Graar's muscles all relaxed at the same time, letting the wavelike constrictions of Montiga's body around him slowly pull him in deeper and deeper towards his belly, the warm flesh gulping him down in his entirety. He didn't know what awaited him when he would emerge again, but he was sure Montiga would make his stay comfortable and pleasant.