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If there was one thing snakes didn't enjoy, it was winter. The long, frigid months had reptiles everywhere longing for the happy glow of the summertime sun bearing down on their scales, while they sat perpetually wrapped in the thickest of scarves. Thankfully, Montiga had saved up for a perfectly timed vacation right during the coldest part of the year back home, and could spend the next two weeks vegetating in the warmest of climates, forgetting all about the dreariness he left behind. At least for a while.

The beach resort was a haven for reptiles like him, basking in the sand together or mingling at the bar. There was hardly a furred creature in sight. The heat was constant, the days were long, and plenty of snacks available delivered right to the door in the evening. He really couldn't have think of a better place to spend his time, even if he had been spending the majority of his days doing absolutely nothing at all.

The blue and violet-scaled snake was laying back in his bed, feeling toasty and comfortable. He didn't even need a blanket. The large skylight let him watch the stars twinkle above, unblemished by the usual glow of city lights. Maybe he ought to have been sleeping at such an hour, but the best part of the vacation was there was no need. He could sleep when he wanted, eat when he wanted, and if he wanted to spend the day staring at the ceiling, that was perfectly acceptable.

So he stretched his legs out, laid his arms behind his back, and simply sighed. Maybe he'd just stay like that until he drifted off naturally. And he wasn't even going to set an alarm - the morning sunlight shining in was plenty enough to wake him up on time. Though as he settled down, in that perfect blissful state, he was kept from drifting off by the sudden gurgle and sting of hunger pains coming from in his stomach. He thought to ignore it at first, but it was persistent, and interrupted his state of utter peace.

Thankfully, the resort ensured there was still plenty to eat, and plenty of cooks on hand even at these hours, if he wanted to make the trek out for a fresh meal. He could have just rolled over and ordered room service, but once he was feeling wide awake again, he figured he might as well get up and explore. The moonlight over the beach was always gorgeous anyway. So, he stood, stretched again with a pop of his shoulder, and wrapped a towel around his waist. A slight slip and he would have been indecent, but most people didn't mind as long as he wasn't streaking through the lobby.

When he opened the door, he heard something on the other side that gave him pause. Something shifted in the night, as if someone had been about to knock. But when he peered out into the hall, there was no one to the left or right. Still, he felt a weird sense of being watched that had him pacing much more slowly out of his room, checking up and down the hall, expecting something to pounce on him at any moment. Especially when he heard the hiss.

As fast as his reactions were, he wasn't able to get out of the way in time. Despite the size of his assailant, she had somehow wedged herself up in the ceiling, bracing herself between the walls. He recognized the scent of a fellow snake, but she had coils rather than legs like him. A scaly, muscular length of scales which was soon wrapped around him tightly, dragging him to the floor, quickly proving impossible to loosen once they were constricting around his legs and waist.

Not that she was outright attacking him. No harm came to him as she held him there and squeezed around him, looming above. She was coloured like gold and cream, gazing down at him with tangerine eyes and flicking her tongue in his direction. There was a smirk on her face. Playful, but mischievous. She wordlessly hissed at him a moment, before just planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, hello there," he chuckled. "Who might you be, my lovely assailant?"

"Hi," the naga said, and left it at that for a moment, letting the question linger in the air. "I'm Tifen."

After introducing herself, she began to move those coils, dragging him along with her as if he weighed nothing at all. He really had no choice but to slide right along in her grasp, pulled back into the the same room he just left. She smacked the door shut with her tailtip, and made steady progress towards the bed, eventually pulling herself right up onto it and taking him with her in the process. He just gave her a curious, amused gaze the whole time, watching her do her thing.

"Good to meet you, Tifen. I'm Montiga." As tightly as he was trapped, he couldn't bring himself to be displeased by the situation.

"I know." She flicked her tongue right against his cheek, and then moved down, licking his throat.

"You know? And how's that?" He tensed up at first, but her slurps proved gentle, if a bit tickly.

"Watching you."

He gave her a quizzical look, and then just laughed a little. "You're a snake of few words. Not that I mind. Just what are you getting up to with that tongue of yours?"

"This."

Montiga had to admit, just getting ambushed and coiled up like that, was getting him more than a little excited. He was already sporting a considerable double-bulge beneath his towel, one that only swelled and pulsed more noticeably as she slicked her way down his bare scales. She worked over his chest, his belly. A few kisses got mixed in with her casual slurps. Before long, she was nosing at his bulges, rubbing her snout into them, and bringing a slightly surprised but still pleasured grunt out of him.

"That is... quite alright with me, miss."

He laid back, resting his head on the pillow, looking up to the stars once more. Except this time, he was wrapped up tight and getting his twin cocks rubbed at. She used her hands as much as her mouth, massaging, grasping, working him up until both shafts were standing tell, turning that towel into more of a tent as it remained barely clinging to his hips.

Such an angle had him close to where her upper body met her coils, able to taste the air near her slit. There was something muskier about it than he expected, and the answer to that unspoken question was soon provided when her slit began to slickly spread open to make way for the girth of a pink shaft of her own. Just a single one, but she made up for that by just how thick it grew as she imbibed his scent. He got plenty of her own in the process, and they remained like that a while, simply tasting the warming, arousing aromas each of them gave off. One made the other heavier, and vice versa, locked in a mutual cycle of turning each other on.

Tifen's patience only went so far, and after teasing him for a while, she simply took hold of that towel and tossed it to the floor in one sudden motion. In an instant, she struck, not even taking the time to savour the sight of his cocks. She was upon them, licking, rubbing, and tasting. First, she was between them, drawing her tongue up and down where they met, sampling the accumulated musk for a while. Despite the haste of her previous movements, she took her time with that, slowly slurping, savouring every mouthful of his masculine snake musk she could get.

Montiga was plenty happy to just let her pleasure him a while, though he wasn't going to neglect her own enjoyment. After taking the time to get used to just how good it felt having her sampling him like that, practically worshipping him with her flicking, forked tongue, he took his hands to her own thick shaft. It was about as wide as both of his put together, and considerably longer, wetly extending from her slit to obscene size the longer she tasted him. He took hold of its base, and simply squeezed, tugging up and down as if helping it slide from her wet snake slit.

Without even really needing to exchange words between them, it quickly became a race, of sorts. A contest, going back and forth to one-up each other's efforts. As he massaged her cock, she began to lick up and down each of his in turn. She was still taking it slow, but there was force in those deliberate motions, stroking from bottom to top and flicking against the tip until she was causing his pre to fling out onto his scales and bed alike. A little musky mark on the fresh sheets wasn't going to bother him any. Not if it meant his bedroom was left smelling sweetly of snake sex.

That left him needing to match her, and really he couldn't possibly keep up with such concentrated eagerness. But he could certainly try. He matched her slurps with some of his own, up and down, taking in that mixed musk. Warm and masculine on the one hand, but also containing a certain sweet something that drew from her more feminine side. It was a delicious delight to his tongue, leaving him soon slurping in rapturous silence, adoring the way her flavour worked so warmly through his jaws, making his mouth water just to suck down so much of her enchanting taste.

It was giving him some surprising ideas, soon running through his mind. They just seemed to formulated out of nowhere, as if she were silently suggesting them. As tightly as she had him in her coils, he was starting to picture how he might get into a more advantageous position with her. Find an opening and pounce, pinning her to the bed, tie her in knots, turn her own constricting strength against her. Or maybe he could just convince her to let relax and let him take over. Either would have worked.

His saliva really was flowing richly as he licked from her cock down to her scales below, getting his snout marked by the smeared fluids of her arousal. He sucked them all down, but not before rolling them around in his maw first, letting her musk and her flavour imbue itself in every corner of his mouth, coating every fleshy detail. As much as he wanted to find the right words to express how good she tasted, there really was no properly describing it. He could only hiss deeply, and that probably said enough.

All the tasting was making him hungry, and he felt it, even heard it. A deep gurgle ran through his gut, reminding him of his original purpose for venturing out in the first place. She surely heard it as well, and probably felt it, with how closely she was wrapped around him. It seemed to give her brief pause, halting in her attention to his shafts to just perk up a moment, looking back over her shoulder at him. She was wearing a smirk as before, and playfully flicked her tongue at him, but said nothing before returning to her messy pleasuring.

Though he wasn't exactly mobile at the moment, he found himself considering her wiggling tailtip. It was swaying back and forth near his feet, so it was probably still out of reach, but it seemed a good starting point as any. He did his best to sit up, but that just had her clenching on him a little tighter, until it proved paralyzing, but not uncomfortable. He wriggled his way around, still intent on going for that tail, licking his lips as he considered his predatory plans, but she erased all those thoughts along with everything else on his mind as she suddenly transitioned from licks to sucks, plunging both his cocks at once right into her wetly welcoming maw.

That had him gasping out as he felt back to the bed, head thumping into the pillow. She had simply engulfed his twin lengths, stuffing them into her throat where they didn't fit into her mouth alone. Being a snake, such an abrupt deepthroating didn't give her any trouble. She soon was filling the room with the hungry, drooly sounds of sucking on him, bobbing up and down smoothly until he could barely stand just how good it felt. His cocks were squeezed together by her hard suckles, grinding on each other as much as the mawflesh around them, and he balled his hands up into fists as he began to outright spurt pre out for her. Which she wasted no time in swallowing down in long, wet glurks, flexing her throat with the unnecessary exertion. At that point she was just showing off.

Every effort to speak just had him cut off by his own pleasured gasping. Which soon evolved to hisses and moans, while she steadfastly sucked him off, bouncing up and down and making the bed creak just a little from the efforts. It was noisy, messy, and only proving wetter by the moment as she rapidly brought him to a spurting, pulsing peak. Not quite cumming, but feeling the sensation heating up in his balls, making them draw tighter and tighter the longer her talented mouth and throat worked on him.

Not that he was going to let himself cum so quickly. Such a perfect mouth was one worth enjoying for a while, and so he just laid back and observed the stars, trying to got a hold of his own pleasure. It took some adjusting just to be able to breathe steadily through such a good sucking, but he eventually managed to calm himself, at least somewhat. His breath was still shaky, and his muscles were largely out of his own control, clenching and unclenching here and there, twitching even. Some of that was kept restrained by her tight constriction, leaving him simply flexing there in her grasp, muscles bulging.

Eventually he found he needed to do something with his hands, or he wasn't going to be able to hold still. Luckily, there was the perfect pink spire for him to play with, lavishly leaking her liquid lust over his chin and chest. He was well-coated by then, but such a heavenly scent was one he didn't mind wearing, even if it meant leaving a lasting mark upon his scales. To at least begin to return the pleasure she was giving him, he took her shaft in both hands, and began to rub it up and down in a tight grip, letting his violet-scaled palms glide over that smooth skin, bringing as much stimulation as he could.

There was so much snake dick to attend to, but he nonetheless devoted himself to attending to every single detail he could. Mostly it was smooth, unlike the rest of her. But there were a few little bumps, veins to pay special attention to. Small details, but worth pressing his fingers and thumbs deeply against, ever so slowly working his way towards the tip, until he was squeezing it in all his fingers at once. His palms went gliding up and down her cockslit, the sound getting ever more slick the longer she did, until it was smearing up his palms and squishing noisily between his fingers. A delicious mess.

Even more pre flowing over him with every single tender rub, running down until he could feel it seeping through the sheets after running rivers through the indents of his scales and muscles alike. He kept working, equalling and then outpacing the speed of her diving sucks, as if challenging her to keep up with him. She didn't blow him any faster - she just got a little more firm about it, pursing her cheeks and really putting effort into every indulgent squeeze of lips and throat around his pair of cocks. Until he was unable to help but moan the name he'd only just learned.

"Nnnnf ... Tifen ..." came his voice, so much more shaky, even broken, than he intended it to be.

She continued that a while, as he just stroked her off in kind. He'd have been happy to outright blow her right back, but she stayed out of reach, ensuring his arms were stretched out just to get his hands on her dick, teasingly swaying her hips and coils as if tempting him with the thought. But when he tried to lean his head any closer, she just tugged him downwards once more, using the muscle of her coils around his legs to powerful effect. This was her show, and he was just part of it, at least for as long as she remained holding him like that.

So he was happy to just massaging her, pleasure the pre out of her length while it spat back at him. Such a mess they were making together, but it sounded even messier than it was. That was thanks to the juicy sound of snake saliva and pre alike combining as she slid up and down his shafts, delighting in his flavour and going down to the very base of his balls to be sure she didn't miss any of it. Nor his sexy scent, ensuring she spent a little time with her nose buried right in his nuts, flicking her tongue against those heavy orbs and beneath, to swipe up every last bit of his sultry serpent musk and fill her senses with it.

He was lost as if hypnotized, the motions of his hands up and down her dick repeating as if automated. It wasn't her eyes, her hisses, her swaying head that did the mesmerizing, like in the stories. Much more simply than that, it was just how good it felt to have her sucking his cocks, harder and harder, never seeming to lose her initial enthusiasm, only adding to it. His state of thoughtless bliss was so deep it came as something of a shock when she slid her way back up and popped off those twin shafts of his with a spit-spattering pop, licking over her lips while he gasped back to awareness suddenly remembering where he was.

She spoke before he could ask her why she stopped. "I have something I want you to do," she simply said.

Even just nodding was an effort when he felt as good as he did. "And what's that, you sultry serpent?"

"This is my tail," she said, the simplicity of her words coming with a clear undertone of teasing.

She swished the very tip of her long coils in front of his face, like a carrot on a stick, swaying back and forth but just out of reach for the moment. Then, down it came, pressing up against his lips, slipping past them at first. He gave it a small lick, and ran his hands up and down her scales before even questioning her intentions.

"And what a lovely tail it is. But what would you like me to do with it?"

She pushed it forth a little more firmly, urging it farther into his mouth, letting him taste her scales better. Perhaps not quite as potent as her cock and her precum, but every part of her held that certain sweetness. He loved it so much he was sucking on her tail before long, giving it much the same reverential treatment she had just been giving his shafts. That brought a smirk from her, as she observed him over her shoulder.

Keeping up the teases, she batted that tail back and forth from one of his fangs to the other, keeping him from getting a proper grip or suck on it. Making him work for it. Just having that taste of her working into his tongue like that had a whole new meaning with the hinting she was doing. He felt an irresistible urge to get more of it, to snatch it from her and take it all for himself. Whatever she was doing, it was entirely intentional to bring out that side of him. He could tell by the amused look in her eyes, gleaming back at him.

"I think you already have the right idea. Just keep sucking it in. Let the taste get to your mind. Instinct will know what to do."

Her smirk grew wider as she spoke with such a slow, honey-sweet tone, hinting at something that was becoming clear in his mind with every word. She was finally speaking more words at a time, and the change was even a little jarring. He did as told, for the moment. Just continuous to suck, grabbing for her tail and feeding it into his mouth, clamping it, seizing a firm and commanding hold.

She might have been in control ever since she pounced down from the ceiling onto him and introduced him to those extra-powerful coils, but the balance of power was shifting. Partly because she wanted it to, but the longer she let him taste her like that, the more she was awakening a side of him that even a strong snake like her couldn't control.

Just to be sure he was getting the right idea, he tipped his head, pushing her tailtip over into his cheek so that he could speak more clearly. "Maybe you don't want me to ask and ruin the moment but I will anyway. Are you hinting at what I think you're hinting at?"

She simply responded with a more forceful shove of her tail into his mouth, one that soon resulted with the tip sliding right into his throat. Not that she needed to be careful about choking him, snake that he was. She stuck her tongue out at him, which was different than the usual flicker of smelling.

"Oh, it's more than hinting, I think. I did say I've been watching you, didn't I?" She arched around, getting closer to his face as she flexible wrapped herself up. "So what part of you thinks I wouldn't know exactly what I want by now?"

"As long as you're certain." Montiga's words were a lot less clear at that point, sucking so much snake as he was.

"Oh, I am completely certain." She moved right up close to his face, letting him feel her breath upon his cheek. "At least, I'm certain that one of us is getting eaten tonight. So, if you think you can't handle all of me..."

He just shook his head. "I know I can."

She gave a slow nod, looking pleased, and slithered down to stroke up and down at his belly scales. "You're hungry, aren't you? I can feel your stomach rumbling. It's so demanding."

"Ravenous." He was already drooling at the thought of having her entirely, which only reinforced his response.

"And you don't doubt your own ability to take all of me?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Good. Then, I want it. Feast on me while I feast on your dicks."

That was about all that they needed to say to each other. His mouth was going to be busy for a while soon, but he didn't feel the need to add anything to the conversation. He was a hungry snake, she was delicious, and for all her curves and the weight of her coils, she was still meat like anyone else. A huge meal, no doubt. But one he could not possibly resist.

So Montiga was soon gulping, moving his attention from her shaft to her tail, helping guide it into his gullet. She finally relaxed her grip on him, though she still held onto his legs, keeping them where they were as he sat up against the back of the bedframe. A little midnight snack, or maybe she was just a very early breakfast in bed at that point. Either way, his attention was fully on devouring her, no matter how heavy it was going to make him.

The mere act of starting to swallow her seemed to almost get her off on the spot. She hissed sharply at the first real gulp, once he'd worked past her tailtip and onto her proper thicker coils. His tongue briefly danced over a subtle slit a few feet up, and she moaned out, nearly whimpering for a moment. Her cock wasn't being attended to anymore, but she didn't need the extra attention. Just feeling his throat working on her, steady, efficient, never slowed even as he worked his way up her tapered tail, was enough to keep her dripping. Spurting really, layering coating after coating of her musky pre-seed over everything in range. Some of it was even spurting past the bed to patter upon the floor at that point.

Montiga's focus remained locked on her long stretch of coils, starting with her tail, steadily swallowing down as much of her as his throat would allow at once. He didn't feel like he needed to savour her. Otherwise he was never going to finish her off before sunrise. She was a lot of food. But that constant gulping was briefly interrupted by a crack in his concentration as she made a swallow of her own. He'd almost forgotten about just how hard he was until she shoved him in from tip to balls in one firm snake strike. She was like a cobra, lashing out to embrace both his shafts instantly, swallowing them down and starting to work them once more.

Simply eating her was a modest challenge, but one he was more than ready for. Getting her down his throat while she also sucked so expertly on him was much more difficult. Not that was stopping, only pausing to adjust to the additional pleasure. As if swallowing her didn't already feel good enough. Her tail was just starting to wiggle into his belly, greeted by a voracious gurgle, all ready to churn at her. His gut seemed ready to melt her down on the spot, but he knew digestion was going to take a good, long time. Both for her size, and for just how gradual snakes liked to work over prey and casual meals alike.

The sound of swallowing combined into a single slurking symphony, coming from the both of them. It was almost laughably lewd. Everything was so wet, all that saliva gliding over serpent scales, and their rising arousal meant the scent was potent too. Anyone passing by in the hall would likely have known exactly what they were up to. Well, perhaps not exactly, but there was definitely something obscene going on to the rhythmic sound of all that slick, juicy sucking and gulping.

Tifen's tailtip touched the bottom of Montiga's belly, and the rest of her followed, inch by inch, coiling up and filling him with that satisfying feeling of food inside him. It didn't take long before he was technically 'full', with her accumulated bulk wrapped up tight and pushing on the walls around them. There was still plenty of her to go, and he'd already reached the level of a satisfying meal. Anything further was just stuffing himself, but he didn't even slow down when he started to feel his belly stretching and expanding, rounding out with snake as he worked his way up her body, unwinding her coils only to force them to wrap back up again as he fit them into his loudly sloshing innards.

Her enticing aroma only grew stronger the closer he got to the middle of her body, where her cock was absolutely pulsing. He could see it swelling and flexing as it steadily leaked that aromatic juice. She was getting off on being eaten alone, not even needing his stroking fingers. His mouth watered with the thought of feeling it sliding down his throat with the rest of her. Enough that he gave a hard tug to the fee feet of her coils that remained, wanting to rush them down his gullet so he could get to the tastiest parts of her.

That proved to be a losing effort. It wasn't that he was tiring out, or reaching his limit, but with how much he was expanding, with all that meat inside him, he needed to take it slow. There was no sense straining or hurting himself when she was going to be his meal either way. His swallows remained as firm as ever, but with just how thick those coils were as they stretched up to meet her body, it was a considerable effort. One not helped any by the unrelenting attention coming to his twin members, as she nearly pounded him with her bobbing head, loudly tapping her snout against his loins again and again, never seeming to tire. She was channelling all her excitement into sucking him off, testing his concentration as his peak came closer and closer.

She was curled up to get a good angle for blowing him, but she was forced to stretch herself out to keep them deeply shoved down her throat as he slipped up to her waist. Which was well over the halfway point, with so many feet of her coils all wrapped up tight in his squeezing gut, getting thoroughly slimy, but still entirely intact despite how noisy his belly was getting. His flicked his tongue right up to the base of her shaft, where it pushed from that wet slit, and then dug it right inside in one smooth, decisive motion.

That brought a cry from her, a soft, feminine gasp to contrast all her deep moans and hissing on his cocks. He was moaning himself, though it was mostly muffled by all the snake in his throat. He slipped back and forth, plunging, curling, slurping, tasting her as intimately as possible and getting an absolute inundation of the very same flavour that already had such a firm hold of his senses. It was enough to bring a steady stream from his twin tips, thicker with each slurp she gave, while he sucked the fresh juices right out of her slit.

Tifen could hardly bear it, and she dove forth to try and finish him off in a single mighty suck that he simply couldn't come close to resisting. A few bucks of his hips, a few thumps of balls to her chin, and he went off in her mouth. All at once, he was firing heavy gobs of his seed from each shaft, one and then another, producing an overwhelming throatful for her to gobble down in swift, sloppy slurps. All of it went straight to her belly, keeping her warm, while he wriggled his way up her body, pushing her own cock down his throat one inch at a time. Not quite sucking it. Merely devouring it along with the rest of her.

Even in his state, all stretched out and full as he was at that point, his orgasm awoke something so predatory in him the next few feet of her body slid down with ease. He pushed her cock between his lips, and began slurping up towards her firm breasts when the pleasure of having her whole shaft swallowed at like that sent her over the edge. She slithered, writhed, and bucked a little, before jerking back and forth with the force of her sudden, powerful cumshot.

That meant splattering herself from tits to face, soaking her own scales and splattering plenty down below. It rolled down Montiga's chest, right down to his own balls as she finally popped free of his shafts. Instead, she just gave the tip a few licks as she hissed her way through that splashing orgasm, simmering down and calming as her pleasure hit such a devastating peak. She was almost limp for a few moments, just savouring that peak as the afterglow came crashing down, breathing a bit heavily. But after she went at him for so long, so relentlessly, Montiga wasn't going to just let her rest like that.

Even a legged snake like him was plenty flexible, able to curl himself up around his massively engorged belly, and line his cum-dripping cocks right up with her mouth once more. He rammed forth, plunging in to swap her gullet once more, smearing all the cum she'd missed out on swallowing over her tongue. She gave a startled 'mmf!' but didn't stop, and simply held him in her throat as he fucked her face, pounding her right down his throat until his fangs were framing her features.

He was still tingling from the orgasm she only just finished giving him, but that wasn't stopping him from being perfectly firm for that final, dominant sendoff. He fucked her face as best he could, impeded somewhat by the swell of his belly, but still able to tap his sack to her chin a few more times before the end. Just feeling her wiggling around inside him might even have been more pleasurable than her throat, and together they took him from afterglow to dripping peak all over again.

One more slam forth, and he hosed down her throat with more of his cum just like before. Pouring it all into her own belly, spurt after spurt, nearly as thick as the first climax. Refilled already by the rush of eating her whole. He pumped all he could right between her lips, before the strain of the position forced him to pull back and cum on her face a few times. Sprawling out, his hands immediately went to his belly, massaging it, soothing it as she settled into it, but for a little longer he still held her there, licking and cleaning up those features they'd both made such a mess out of.

Only once she was spotless, aside from snake drool, did he gulp her head down. It was just one more bulge among many that had already descended into his belly, but feeling her huffing and gasping in pleasure and tentative excitement all the way down was so much sweeter than any other part of her. Her cock included. He was absolutely soaked by that point, and bloated to a point he couldn't even really roll over. A good lick of fangs and lips, another deep rub at her belly as the very last of her settled inside, and it was time for him to rest.

Not before he gave Tifen a frank explanation of her situation though. Not to be cruel. More just to ensure she remained excited, even horny as she stewed down in his slowly working digestives.

"There you are, Tifen. There's a whole lot of you, but you fit. I knew you would." He waved a hand in front of his mouth, still giving a few small belches after the first. "It's going to take a long, long time to actually digest you. But I will. Every last inch of your beautiful coils. Every last scale. To the best of my stomach's abilities. So, rest up, and try to enjoy yourself. I know I will."

Cleanup was going to have to wait. He was asleep in mere seconds after finishing his little speech, not so much drifting into slumber so much as nosediving directly into unconsciousness, letting his snores compete for volume with the constant churns of squirming snake. His stomach went with with him in snoozing, reducing to a gentle, simmering state. Bubbling, squeezing, kneading in like a extra-warm massage. Tifen at least didn't have to worry about the night's chill, and she had room to breathe and even wiggle a little.

As the gentle rocking of a mostly passive snake gut rubbed at her from all sides, she found herself soon desiring to follow Montiga's example. Every part of her, despite the cramped circumstances and ominous grumbles of belly from all around, felt entirely at ease. Like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. It was her choice to end up there, after all. There was no going back now. And as long as it continued to be as comfortable in there as it was, she had no regrets. A long, contented sigh, and she relented to the sleepiness she felt creeping over her, slumping down and slipping into dreams, spurred on by the constant wet sounds around her.

***

It might have been settled down while Montiga slumbered, but his stomach definitely wasn't dormant. Tifen never woke throughout the process, but the dull tingle became more intense over her long body, her many pounds of wrapped up coils. Working, slowly, but making progress towards breaking her down one rigid scale at a time. The noise wasn't intense, but it was constant, and still plenty noisy as that entire naga got gurgle-glorped over the entire duration of the night. And then the morning, and the afternoon too. Montiga just slept on through it all, as did Tifen herself.

She wasn't going to wake up again, at that rate. As the first rays of sunset began to glow through the window, they reflected off of Montiga's shrinking belly as it began to flatten over. Intricate details of the naga's body were becoming less detailed. Smoothed over, flattened, softened. Inside, it was more graphic than that, but neither of them were aware of that. From the outside, it just looked like his belly was getting tighter and tighter, wrapped around the shape of a serpent that become less distinct with every minute that went by.

Maybe the progress wasn't so visible, second by second, but as full hours passed the results were eventually drastic. Clearly visible shapes of serpent in the other snake's belly became just flattened bulges, losing their definition and becoming less recognizable as the naga she used to be. Then not recognizable at all, as all those bulges smoothed to become just one rounded shape stretching out Montiga's noisy belly. He slept through it all, from sunrise to sunset, and then all through the very next night. Which meant missing some vacation time, but really, there was nothing else more satisfying than taking a long, digestive nap like that. Siphoning the entirety of another person into nutrients, into strength and energy, as well as just padding on his belly.

By the time he was finished digesting that entire serpent, he was a whole lot thicker than before. Much of it just went to his gut itself, while the rest padded out his thighs and his butt. Some of it fed muscle, but the rest was stored as snake fat. She was far more than even his most indulgent of appetites could ever possibly have needed, after all. An excess of gluttony and lust that was going to leave a mark on his body for a while. But that was exactly the kind of thing vacations were for.

Thirst eventually woke him. When he came to awareness, there were a whole lot of sensations to deal with at once. First was that extra padding layered all over him. His huge belly was gone, distributing the weight more evenly, so he was able to sit up. That left him jiggling here and there, and he was soon rubbing at all the fat Tifen made as he propped himself up against a pillow, giving an extensive yawn. He could still taste that tantalizing flavour of hers on his tongue, even so much later.

He wasn't actually sure what time it was. The light left him feeling a little disoriented, and so did reaching over to check the alarm clock and finding it was early morning. If that was the case, then it was only a moderately long sleep, but then he had a closer look at his phone beside the clock, and spotted the date it gave. That didn't seem right, but if it was ... Montiga started counting in his head. Two, four, six... thirty. It had been thirty whole hours he was asleep, just digesting that naga.

It occurred to him to regret that fact, but he couldn't bring himself to feel that way. Not when he was so rejuvenated, so well-fed, feeling tingles of ecstasy all through his body. Like a lingering orgasm, even over a full day later. His cocks were still extended from his sheath, and they stirred to life, just remembering the way she felt, the way she tasted, the talented touch of her mouth and throat. He reached down to stroke at them a few times, just picturing her face, her breasts, her entire body, and how it must have looked all tucked away in his belly. That brought tightness to his balls, a good throb to his tip, and before long he was leaking pre once more.

To be honest he was already a bit of a mess, the smell of sex still clinging to him, amplified by how long he spent asleep. So one more go wasn't going to hurt. He got both hands working, wrapped around both his shafts each, squeezing them together as he rubbed them up and down. Slick and messy before long, he hissed out in the dark, faintly murmuring Tifen's name while he brought himself to a hasty, sloppy climax.

A jerk of his hips, and he was cumming all over that fattened belly. Spraying those two streams over the rounded pudge, all of it thanks to the naga he'd digested into more of himself, the memory of feasting on her bringing forth such a potent mess. The splatter of seed to scales echoed out in the darkness, and it was soon everywhere as it rained down his body and onto the sheets below. The room filled once again with the scent of serpent sex, though it was just the singular musk this time.

His chest was heaving as he rose. Montiga felt all his own cum running down his body, but he really didn't have a towel or anything else to clean up with anywhere nearby. So he just went dripping across the room to slip into the bathroom, bumping one of his newly-enhanced hips on the doorframe as he went. First step was to just crudely towel off all that cum that was dripping from him. The scent was still clinging to him, but he was going to have to deal with that later. More pressing needs were on his mind.

A quick glass of water to lessen the dryness in his throat, and he found a pair of beach shorts to slip into. He was going for a walk. His room's bathroom was well-equipped, but not that well-equipped. He wasn't going to risk it. Not when he'd digested an entire naga, and was starting to feel the mounting need to get rid of what he didn't need. Plenty of her had contributed to his body, but not all of her was useful, after all.

He stuck the "please clean room" tag on the door as he left, feeling just a little guilty for what he was subjecting the cleaners to. Well, it was supposed to be a vacation. And in all his laziness so far, he hadn't had the chance to stroll on the empty beach and watch the sunrise. It came glimmering over the gentle waves, as everything remained silent and peaceful during his stroll out away from unwanted attention

The pressure was growing more urgent, but it was far from an emergency. Tifen had digested for him nice and smoothly. There was no discomfort to be had whatsoever. That meant he had plenty of time to wander off somewhere private, well away from any early-rising beachgoers. Montiga basked in the sound of lapping waves for a while, breathing the ocean air deeply, letting that perfectly contented feeling just wash over him a while. With those lingering afterglow tingles, the feeling of a filling meal, and the fresh air. It was about as good as he ever felt.

But he couldn't linger in that moment forever. His body still had needs, and it was finally reaching the point of refusing to wait. So he picked a spot in the sand, near the rising tide, and just lowered his shorts. Thankfully there was no one out there for a long ways, and a high sand dune concealed the sight of what he was about to do from any eagle-eyed watchers in the distance. As private as he could hope for. Which was good, because he needed to take an absolutely massive dump.

Even after all their elaborate courtship, they both knew how that erotic consumption ended. Tifen wasn't there to see it, so Montiga was left to the final crude act all by himself. It didn't take long to get started as he crouched there, feeling the waves reach his ankles. A few squeezes, and he was soon depositing all that tightly-packed snakeshit into the sand below, huffing and grunting some as the enormous load strained him just a tiny bit. A minor stretch, but nothing painful.

One massive pile, and then another, as he moved to the side to prevent it all from stacking up too high. Such a mess. There was very little sign that it used to be the gorgeous naga. Aside from the occasional scale that didn't quite get digested, making its way all the way through Montiga's body. They were felt more than seen, caked deeply in the rest of the filth, but giving him a little tickle and tingle on the way out of his flexing hole.

He had to admit. It felt good. It was a terribly naughty thing to take pleasure out of, but she just seemed to work through his system perfectly, ensuring her disposal was smooth, comfortable, and even a bit stimulating. Maybe it was the pure sensation, or maybe just the thought that this great big pile was all that remained of the once-lovely snake, but the process was turning him on just a little. Not enough to go for another stroke, but enough to make those tips twitch within their slit, at least.

A few last squeezes, a few pieces that were particularly solid, probably consisting largely of former bone, and he was finally done. His legs were a little numb from crouching in that position for so long, and he wobbled a bit as he stepped away from the mound he produced. The waves were already reaching it, so he moved well away. To rinse off some, he pushed himself out into the water, wading through the warm waves as the sun rose to proper daylight, just in time.

He let himself swim a while, still feeling those many tingles that came with just being so very well-fed. The sun and water were the perfect temperature. And he floated better, what with that extra fat and all. It all made for a leisurely swim once he got to deep enough water, swaying his way through the soft waves with his tail and legs alike, slowly making his way back to the hotel. There was no rush. Though he was going to need a shower after all this.

Calling it a high might have been fair. Every part of his mind was just surging with pleasure, even after he'd rid himself of what was left of her. She was still part of him, worn upon his body, and she was still making him feel good. Even though this vacation was bound to end soon enough, he didn't mind. His worries were gone, replace by the exhilaration sensation of freedom. He could go anywhere. Do anything. And after a meal like that, packing away an entire naga, coils and all, he was pretty well convinced that he could eat anyone in the entire world. The only question was who to devour and add to his pudge next.