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By the time Shawn opened his front door, it was as dark outside as it was inside the apartment. He shut the door behind him before he even thought of taking off his shirt or shoes. Usually, and just like anyone else, the man spent his working day dreaming of relaxing in the evening, in just about any way he wished. Lately however, his shifts had been particularly requiring, and his daydreaming had boiled down to wishful vision of slipping under his bedsheets. While sliding down the wooden surface, he considered whether he even wanted to eat, but concluded he probably did not have the energy to not fall asleep face down in his plate, let alone spend time cooking anything. Maybe he would toss something into the microwave later, but for now, all he wanted was to feel the mellow touch of his bed, even if that meant taking the risk of passing out and not waking up until tomorrow's breakfast time. Going to bed on an empty stomach did not even sound like that bad of an idea right now...

After waddling his way to his room, Shawn almost just let himself fall flat on the mattress, but decided at the last second that he would benefit from getting out of his uncomfortable jeans first, especially with the prospect of falling asleep right away growing on him. He switched on the lights in order to find the nighttime outfit he usually left on his bed, but... he could not find his bed. That was because, more importantly, most of his room was covered in an entwined arrangement of teal and pale cyan, the latter present in both long bands and star shapes all over. His bed was under all of that, probably. Even in his tired daze, he knew well enough to predict the confident, sibilant purr that immediately followed the apparition of the snake :

-- S~s~surpriiiiiise~

What came next was hardly a surprise, although Shawn was far too exhausted to even attempt avoiding the lasso that seized his waist at lightning speed. For a moment, he felt himself floating, before he landed face first among the coils nonchalantly spread across the bed, the impact far softer than he had first expected it to be. The man instinctively tried to push himself back up, but coils converging from all sides onto his back quickly overcame the strength he could put in his arms. Shawn pulled his neck back to look in front, finding the head of the serpent, lounging on a pillow of its own body, smugly observing him with her green, piercing gaze. He noted that she did not seem extraordinarily large then, or, well... His standards had been biased by previous encounters, but her head did not appear any larger than his own, which could not be said for other snakes he had gotten familiar with in the past.

-- Pardon my has~s~ste, she hissed, and from her timbre Shawn knew it was a she. You came home so late... I believe it is only reasonable to make tucking you into bed a priority.

-- H-how did you get in ? stammered the man, futilely struggling against the coils holding him down.

-- Aaw come now, Shawn, your first ques~stion should at least be for my name, hmm ? Plus~s, it was only a matter of snake tricks, nothing you could have prevented... but you know that already, I am s~s~sure~

A thick coil pushed upward in the shape of a U under the pinned man's chin, further pushing his face towards the reptile's, bunching up his cheeks in the process. Although he felt grotesque, this seemed to please the snake, as she cooed sweetly at the display.

-- Uuuuh... Sorry, I... Wait, how do you know my name ?!

-- ... mine is Miraya, the snake simply stated.

Already, Shawn did not feel the effects of fatigue much at all anymore, although the quick succession of events did leave him confused, and the deliberate crawling on his back, paradoxically slightly relaxed. The lack of mannerisms this resulted in did not seem to offend Miraya however, and in fact, the edges of her smile broadened just a little, like with the satisfaction one may enjoy watching a plan come along smoothly.

-- And, if you really wish to know, we both share a few friends of the s~serpentine variety... Friends who told me a few things I wish to check for mys~s~self.

-- Wait, who ? What did they tell you, M-Miraya ?

Miraya did not answer, instead lifting her head away from the sinfully tempting cushion of her loops, taking her delicate expression closer to Shawn. He remained speechless at her approach, a daring intrusion, her tongue soon in range of his face as her eyes leveled with his. The man focused on the slits amidst these pools of emerald, his breath shortening as he realised his capital mistake : staring. He shuddered, already waiting for the eruption of exotic patterns that would inevitably conquer his focus and dominate his reticence... And yet, although pretty in their own right, the snake's eyes remained as they were, to Shawn's disappointment, in a way. Miraya's neck flexed backward oddly, which the man could best interpret as body language for indifference, which seemed to match the flat "hm" she gave. She then pressed the side of her neck over his mouth, which the man responded to with a surprised, muffled gasp, and from there wrapped a coil around his head, climbing to wrap a second over his forehead.

-- You should know better, her voice vibrated against him as she climbed. To s~s~stare into a snake's eyes... I am s~sure you are no stranger to the ris~s~sks of it.

The python's breathing alone was enough to tighten her hold around Shawn's head, submerging him in her presence. Most of his face was wrapped up by these two coils, leaving him with little room to breathe, and only more of her cyan stars to look at. With her body below and atop his, it was like he was swimming in her scales, with the idle flow of her shifting moving him about. In addition to all this, the man felt a cinching pressure grow around his ankles, the reptile's tail moving to, in time, ensnare him whole.

Being suspended and silenced in such a way, it was like time had stopped for Shawn. And now there suddenly was a silence, one heavier than it was before, as if something different was going to happen. The man looked up, at least as much as he was allowed, only able to see the underside of the serpent's head, her mouth slightly agape. Then, in perfect calm, she produced a single, hollow gulp. Shawn felt it travel down her throat at a slow pace, a small wave starting under her chin and descending in circles around his face. It pushed the sounds within against his skin, the sensation unescapable, until it was lost in the maze of her long body ; it even ended in a relieved sigh, the serpent perfectly mimicking the act of tucking a satisfyingly large prey away. From the outside, the helpless man had only been able to hear and feel the gulp, but once it had traveled past where he could track it, he found himself bothered with forbidden questions : just how deep could a single flex of her inner muscles go ? And what if, just what if, in fact, it had not been empty ? What if it did have something to push down that elegant body ? Like a meal, which really was just a prey that was made disappear within this larger being...

A whisper interrupted his train of thoughts :

-- The warmth on your face seems to indicate my assumptions were correct~

Miraya started slowly unwinding the coils she had placed around Shawn's head, looking at him with a satisfied, knowing expression. This very much did not leave him free however, as while he was distracted, her tail had gotten all the way up to his waist, taking advantage of his confusion to trap his arms to his sides. The coils on his back slid away in order to allow him being placed vertically, the snake getting a good look at her flustered catch. More and more of her tail wrapped itself around him yet, coils faintly rustling as they tightened against his shirt, as if they could press into his skin if they squeezed hard enough. Although he was no longer denied of speaking, Shawn did not dare say a word, much less when the tip of the python's tail sweetly tickled under his face.

-- I know what you want, Miraya murmured with her eyes lidded. You want me to take you, to make you my prey... The tightness of my coils is not enough for you, you want the impartial embrace of a predator to seize you, to make you feel so s~s~small... and I want it too. Just a word, Shawn, it is all it will take. Your cons~s~sent... and all of that stress~s~s simply goes~s away~

There was a pull in her tone, a temptation behind every word leaving her lips, a weight in the atmosphere that made breathing harder, and had his heart pounding. He looked at her, suddenly appreciating how maddeningly pretty she was, his mind flashing tantalising images of her maw showing nothing but his bare ankles, before he completely vanished into a large bulge on that gracious neck... A dream, just in his reach. He felt that his chest might as well burst as the tail trailed down his neck, grabbing the hem of his shirt and undoing the topmost button with surprising ease. It truly was disconcerting, watching the seemingly clumsy appendage unbutton his shirt dexterously, exposing his chest to the tingling air.

Shawn looked at Miraya's face once again, feeling his shirt loosening by the second. She was looking over him, her eyes sparking with an intimate longing that, with how daring peeling away his clothing was, sent shivers along his back. She was right, and he could not lie to himself about it : her charm had struck him down. The enamoured man moved his hands below her scales, feeling how little options she left him with just a passive hold. The thought alone that she had ways to make it tighter... almost took his mind off track. But he had to stay focused. Miraya was expecting him to speak an answer, but he could not bring himself to confess this desire so plainly. He thought of something else, a detail the crafty serpent seemed to have overlooked : his shirt was one thing, but his pants were held by his belt, an object much more intricate to detach with only the tip of a tail. But, with just a little fiddling of his fingers at his waist, the buckle came off and the fabric slid down his legs just a little, as much as was allowed by the tightness of the coils. Now easily separable from his clothes, no longer was anything stopping the serpent from taking him within herself ; this might as well have been an invitation to feast, which was exactly what Shawn wanted to give her.

It took a second for Miraya to understand what the man had done exactly, but when she understood his intent, further underlined by the intensifying of his blushing, her smile softened in a coo. Her coils rasped slightly then, leaning their prize forward just a bit, edging him towards the glistening flesh of her smiling maw. Shawn's gasp was mixed into the warm breath spilled onto his face as she marked her decisive words :

-- Such a good boy as yours~self will make for a fantastic mors~s~sel... Thanks again, Shawn.

For how short this sentence was, the young man was held still in front of the promised entrance, itching to enter, but for now only allowed to observe, further teased by the ravenous compliment. He squirmed some in frustration, having little control over his own movements, yet practically trying to reel himself into the tauting maw. But he did not have to take any initiative anymore and the predator's lips parted further, the silvery trap drawing closer as they did, pushing out the room's background to allow itself all over Shawn's vision. For the first time, contact was made, the human's face pressing against the padding concealing her tongue, while his hair received some of the drool covering her palate. He gasped into the supple feeling of the flesh covering his features as he felt her tongue slip out, slickly coiling around his neck, a tether setting him up for the next step : a push on top of him, crowning him with the ring of flesh he so desired would envelop him.

-- Puh... P-please... Shawn moaned into Miraya's maw, squirming the best he could.

But his begging hardly mattered anymore, for he wanted Miraya as his predator just as much as she wanted him as prey. She closed her eyes and, just like she had done before, gave a long and slow gulp, only this time she got to savour the sensation of the human's head entering her throat. In one steady swallow, she felt her gullet pass over the features of his face one after the over, slowly encompassing him in the predatory embrace. Her momentum came to a stop just under his chin, her lips tight around his neck along with her tongue, gently suckling on this sweetly willing treat ; she was in no particular hurry, and had the time to play with her savoury toy.

As the inner walls of the snake tightly wrapped around his head, Shawn moaned into the flesh surrounding him : not only was the touch pleasing, there was also the very concept of being consumed, the ultimate form of domination that the giant reptile blessed him with. Being blindfolded and treated as prey so hungrily brought some of his most primal desires to the surface, and for once, there was absolutely no way to not give in to them. Preparing to further engulf him while she relished his taste, Miraya let some of her coils ebb, dragging Shawn's shirt down his arms as they went. He pulled his arms up to get rid of the pesky sleeves and, given the momentary opportunity, blindly brought his hands under the python's chin, caressing her scales in appreciation, and feeling his own face bulge in her throat, under his fingers. He loved what she did for him and, in all truth, he had very fond feelings for her, and he had to show for it.

This bit of freedom did not last, however, for Miraya prepared to give her next swallow. It took a little more preparation this time, lining herself up with him correctly and licking his naked shoulders, using her saliva as a lubricant of sorts. The wetness on his skin added a shiver to Shawn's collection, this being a particularly stimulating night for him. When Miraya was ready to work herself further down his body is when the man realised that she truly was not as large as he was used to his snakes being, the edges of her jaws putting quite the squeeze on his arms and immediately forcing him to put them back to his sides. As it happened, the resulting slowing of her pace proved... quite enjoyable, in its own right. Miraya took her sweet time to slide her clenching hold down his skin, the heat of her maw creeping down his chest, blowing over his stomach with her breathing. Touch was the only sense he could use to track her progress now, his vision having gone from silver to darkness minutes ago already, and his hearing only solicited by the wet sliding along her inner walls, the presses of the muscles therein, and the distant siren call of the chamber at her core.

To the cadence of the padded flesh squishing into his chest and face, Shawn was taken higher into the reptile's throat, the tightness hardly decreasing the further he was taken. Higher soon became lower, Miraya's gullet having encased his waist, giving her enough of a grip to raise her head, making her prey's own weight push him further down. The help was most welcome, as Shawn was hugged so tightly from all sides that he could barely move at all, most of his squirming summing up to a clumsy flailing of his legs, anything to be taken by the snake. He wanted more of the darkness, he hated feeling the outside world against his skin, all he wanted was for Miraya to be everything he knew. In waves, the python's throat muscles squeezed into him, and each time the presses were so strong that they forced his lips to pucker and his eyes to squint, which he savoured greedily. He could feel how, to his relief, more of him disappeared by the second, or rather, was made a prominent bulge on Miraya's otherwise tapered silhouette.

Only his calves were deprived of having been consumed now, much like he had daydreamed earlier, and he almost regretted not being able to watch his legs be sealed under Miraya's gullet. These exact parts of him burned to be wrapped up in hot flesh, but the predator teased, coiling her deceptively powerful tongue around his ankles and holding him there, suspended in her throat, the snake enjoying the transition of the moment. A pressure added to the natural tightness of Shawn's environment, a touch trailing along his torso, the caressing tease of his captor's tail no doubt. He tried to fight this moment of respite, rubbing his shoulders against the creases that surrounded him, but his blessing was also his curse : Miraya had complete control over him, bending him to her whims as well as the shape of her neck. She had decided she would swallow him whole, but she still held over him the power to decide how and when, regardless of how urgently he wanted to sink whole into her. But the moment of fun passed and she finally put the finishing touch to her endeavour, with a series of serpentine sways of her neck, gentle not to force her morsel into uncomfortable positions, just enough for his lubricated body to lose inch after inch, lips tight around his fleeting skin as if she were slurping him down. That was not so far from the truth after all, for bound by her shape, Shawn was a human noodle, the tip of which finally crossed the larger creature's lips, the snake opening wide as the man's soles sunk down the hole in the back of her maw, sealing him in with one final, resounding gulp. His toes curled at the sound he was now leaving behind him, a delicious tightening in his heart, the overwhelming feeling of completion that accompanied his devouring. And, as was customary for predators who so graciously pushed their prey down so tight a passage, Miraya gave a much needed sigh of satisfaction, the sound somewhere outside of Shawn's new world.

The young man was no stranger to being enclosed in warm snake flesh, but this very embrace was new to him. He felt himself descend slowly to the efforts of the muscles so tightly wrapped around his form, like sirens playfully running their hands over his body, pulling him to the deepest of the abyss they inhabited. Even as the passage widened slightly, Shawn was still incapable of much movement, his hands held snugly at his waist. In fact, the only stir along his body was merely an induced mimick of Miraya's own swaying, the serpent dancing to bury her meal deep within her folds. But was she still pushing him away from her gullet, or was this actually just her usual slithering absent-mindedly bending him as she moved ? Really, just how deep down was he now? And where was up, where was down ? He could not answer any of these questions in the comfort of the obscurity. All he knew anymore was the safety of Miraya, and it was like he always had a longing for this dream to come true, a dream to be Her's.

Eventually, the hypnotic dance he was himself a part of slowed and stopped, leaving him in the rippling crutches of this place, warm and wet, pushing against every bit of his nakedness with precision, pushing him deeper with no fail. Shawn still felt his bound frame take some turns, but rather than actively moving, he only followed the sinuous path laid ahead of him by Miraya's winding body. This stopped, however, when his face pressed against a tighter spot of her hold, so tight in fact that he could not advance any further, despite the python's muscles forcing his face against the obstruction in an attempt to keep him going. This was of course the work of the snake herself, pushing on her own body from the outside to prolong the fun of the process. Shawn could feel her presence out there, a distant hiss floating by like a cool breeze behind a window, and the tip of her tail pressing against the prominence on her body like a curious cat would. Shawn almost did not hear her voice at first, so far away and muffled on the other side of her pillowy belly.

-- If only I could s~s~see your face now, Shawn... I am sure your unceasing blush is priceless~s~s~s. Hmmm~ In any case... How is it, being such a precious morse for me ?

The push of Miraya's tail further pressed her padded walls against his skin, the bumps covering her inner side practically kissing his sensitive back. He stiffened as he was so nicely stirred out of his near-slumber state, arching his whole being best he could and breathing a burning gasp into the barrier he was stuck against. This was as good of an answer as came from him in this moment.

-- I do not think I caught that~

The snake must have guessed that she would not get much more from her prey in these conditions, for the blockage ahead relaxed, and Shawn was allowed to slip deeper once again. Feeling her gut happily rippling over his face once again, he managed to mumble :

-- Pff... Th... Th-thanks...

-- Oh ? S~s~speaking up now, are we ? Do go ahead, honey...

Even under her layers, Shawn could feel her penetrating stare lay itself over where the shape of his head was. He could practically sense her secret breaths, short and heated, moistening her own scales, the experience pushing her buttons too.

-- ...tell me what is on your mind, pleas~s~se~

The way she so sensually whispered to him, the sibilant drift she punctuated her S's with, her serpentine charm elicited in him searing feelings, his heart beating strong within the both of them. Starting to move again, he could feel himself slide further in yet, so far away from the outside now, closer to the edge of the endless abyss. He hardly remembered what it was like, not being kneaded tenderly in her warmth, and knowing the caring creature watched over him. He could not recall clearly what it was like, the last time he could really move. He did not really want it to stop being that way, really.

-- Thank you, he sleepily spoke to her. I... I love mpph... it, here.

The snake gave a satisfied giggle, the melodious sound spiraling around him as he felt her neck hugging the protruding he gave her form, not completely smothering him, but the ropes of her hug still pressing against him in places. Naturally it all wound up and ended against his face, her own on the side of the world that was dry and boring. He could feel Miraya gently pushing her snout against herself to rub her affection onto him, the corkscrew of her neck accompanying him as he so slowly approached her harmless stomach.

-- You know, Shawn... Earlier, you asked what I had been told about you. I rarely do this, but... well. If there is one thing I gathered from S~s~serena and S~s~seria, it is that you like your fun... tight.

The word rang so attractively that, in the perfect black among Miraya's gut, Shawn's eyes opened wide. He was not so sleepy all of a sudden, feeling the foretold tightness build up at his feet and wind itself up his body, the tender outer hug suddenly becoming a terribly enticing vise. It was so tight now that once more he was stopped in his tracks, Miraya holding him firmly in place with her neck.

-- Glrk !

He was going to say... something, or so he remembered. But the sudden squeeze turned any air he had in his lungs into this grotesque sound, with no sign of letting up, either. And yet, he felt, he knew that Miraya was going easy on him, using only a portion of her crushing strength. It was comforting, knowing that she made sure not to harm him... But it was also frustrating, knowing he could have more of this. He wanted it all, he wanted it tight.

-- Puh-please...

-- Hmm ? What is it, Shawn ? asked Miraya with joviality.

-- T... T-tigh... er.

-- Oh ? Very well then~

Of course. Even through her muscles, Shawn could recognise the singing tone of faked surprise ; of course Miraya would bait him to say this, she knew what her prey wanted, after all. When she squeezed some more, he even heard the creaking of her scales compressing one another. She only had a few coils on him, but it was enough to leave him completely paralysed, and yet he wanted more. It was so hard to breath, so hard to talk, his face a prominent point of obsession it seemed, for a collar under her chin kept the pressure particularly potent around it. His lips were forced to remain puckered under its tyranny, Shawn practically kissing Miraya's surfaces.

-- Then, how is this~s ?

-- Glk ! G-gah... M...

It seemed Shawn did not even have to succeed in his begging anymore, for Miraya knew he did not have enough. Or maybe she just wanted this for herself, to feel her prey close in herself, her chuckling indicative of her enjoyment. In any case, his weak mumbling was followed by a rippling squeeze around him, pressing in his legs, his waist, but more insistingly around his chest and head once more. The increased restriction of space now prevented him from forming comprehensible words whatsoever. And yet the python continued squeezing in waves, wringing herself to apply that same strength to the man she had swallowed, reminding him of how small he was, a spot of petty putty drowned out in the volumes of her coils. He could not help but squirm in her clutch, pointlessly gasping for more air, challenging her powerful grip only for the delights of defeat. He felt that warm flesh push into his palms, caressing his hands more than he caressed back. It lathered itself against every inch of his body, against the recess of his face, his eyes held perfectly shut, and his lips tightly sealed to not allow these walls to intrude them.

-- I have you right where I want you, she teased her helpless prey. As long as you are here, contained within the very same coils that have and had you immobilised, you shall be but a plaything to exert my s~s~strength onto...

The point of pressure that was her head dragged itself to the side of Shawn's face, followed by a brief yank on her neck, narrowing the powerful spiral all around for a moment. Her coils groaned under the pressure, Shawn having so little air left to gasp out directly into the skintight seal. He felt as if this part of the serpent would permanently shape into a mold of his silhouette. The human could practically hear the predatory smile outside of his vision, seemingly tinting her voice with mischief when she whispered to him :

-- ... and truthfully, I have no intention to let you go. Your s~s~stay might as well be endless, the tightness forever, if I never decide to let you go... Unless~s~s perhaps, you wish to refuse this fate as my s~s~squeeze toy ? Do s~speak up...

It was deeply disorienting when Miraya let up the pressure, her coils sliding backwards around the bulge, suddenly allowing him to properly breath in once more. On instinct he took deep breaths, as if he could lose this privilege once more any second--which was not an unreasonable concern. He laid there in his prison, in the freedom of the regular tightness, so much more enabling than he had already grown accustomed to. He could have moved, had he chosen to, but he had no use for it. He could even speak, ask Miraya to let him go, now or later, or ask her to not choke him so thoroughly again, but again, he had no use for it. He simply remained, winding in the warm chamber, waiting for the clenching to reclaim him... and that it did.

There was a soft giggle outside, foretelling the following rasp of scales as coils resumed their treatment. Not so much around Shawn's body this time, but his face was not spared as much, once again the target of squeezes from all sides. It was a real struggle, just holding any oxygen in, Shawn feeling like a goldfish in an empty plastic bag and, by the shape his lips took under the clamping, he probably looked like that too.

-- Very well... Since you s~seem so indecisive to reclaim your freedom, I have no choice but to keep you to mys~s~self for... Heh, even I do not know how long.

The next ripples that took hold of Shawn were more delicate, although more complete, more coils bunching up around him into a massaging dance. His head was held tightly in a hook of Miraya's neck, keeping him perfectly exposed for a display of her love : a puckering of her own lips, kissing into her scales to reach the man beyond. He felt it, recognised the distinct sound of the alluring practice, and pushed the best he could against it, returning the kiss through her embrace.

-- Make no mistake : I thank you for this, Shawn. Now let s~s~sleep take you... I have much fun planned for my little mors~s~sel tomorrow~

It was not much of a command, but more of a suggestion, one a lover may give to the one they deem most important. But Shawn was submissive and there was allure in obeying the python's every word, and maybe even more in the promise of more delight the day after. Feeling the serpent's incredible mass gather on top of him as she moved to provide the both of them a comfortable position to rest, he finally allowed his tired eyes to fall shut, sighing blissfully as he was gently swayed, arranged under the heavy blanket of many coils. Even with all that weight nonchalantly resting atop of him, he did not feel as restrained as he had earlier... but he had time to dream of what next time would be like.