Abbadon and Max Part 4 (Finale)
The snake and mouse finally consummate their relationship as predator and prey. This story contains willing permanant oral vore, M/M sexual themes, and BDSM including chastity play. Let me know what you think!
"I have a request." Max said, cuddled up against Abbadon as they watched the sun set from Abbadon's back yard. "A final request, I guess."
"Anything that is within my power, I shall do." Abbadon said.
"I want you to eat me feet first. I want to see myself disappear inside of you, see myself becoming you."
Abbadon thought for a moment. "That will make it a bit harder to swallow you." He said eventually. "But if you promise not to struggle too much, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Thank you." Max said, hugging the snake he loved. Darkness fell as the last of the sun fell over the horizon. "Now take me home." They both knew he didn't mean back inside the house, but Abbadon took him inside anyway, the mouse riding on his back. Into the bedroom where they had slept together for the last several years. Abbadon looked at Max, and Max looked back at him.
"Before I eat, I just want to say thank you." Abbadon said before he could chicken out. Max cocked his head to the side, but didn't say anything. "You know I didn't really do the relationship thing before, and I doubt I will again, but you've made my life so much better." He tried and failed to keep the emotion from his voice. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Max."
"There wont be anything to miss." Max replied, smiling. "I'll always be with you. A part of you. Closer to you than I ever could be out here."
That's easy for you to say. Abbadon thought. You aren't the one being abandoned. But he didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to fight, or to ruin this moment for his lover. His tongue darted out to smell the air, and his stomach growled. Max smelled so good, and he was so hungry. It took enormous willpower to keep from eating the little mouse right now, simply devouring him. Soon he promised his appetite. There's just one more thing to say. "I love you Max."
"I love you, Abbadon." The mouse beamed up at him.
"Lie down on your back." Abbadon commanded him, and the mouse hurriedly obeyed. Abbadon looked over his love for the last time; his soft white fur, brushed and dried just an hour ago, still smelling strongly of that delicious mint shampoo. His round pink ears and twitching pink nose, his soft blue eyes looking excitedly up at him. His cute pink cock trapped inside it's tiny transparent cage, leaking like a faucet as the mouse gave himself to Abbadon completely.
His stomach growled again and he tore his eyes away from the mouse, sliding low to the floor, coming up below the mouse's legs. He opened his mouth and moved forward, but Max's feet pulled back slightly. "What, no final fuck?" Max asked. Abbadon pulled back again.
"I thought you didn't want to ruin this with sex?"
"I meant for me. I still want you to use me!"
"Max, I've fucked you 4 times today. And you've blown me twice more. I'm starving, and fresh out of cum. I can still fuck you, but it would be for your pleasure, not mine." He tapped the cage with his tail. "And you said a long time ago that your pleasure was secondary to mine."
"It is." Max said, blushing slightly.
"So..."
"So do whatever you want with me. I'm yours."
"You always were." Abbadon said, opening his mouth again. Max lifted his feet and pushed them out, gently placing them inside Abbadon's jaws. The snake closed his mouth on them, his thick saliva soon coating the dry white fur. Max always tasted exquisite, but this time was made all the more enjoyable by Abbadon's near-starvation, by the mouse's careful work to make himself taste perfect, and by the knowledge that this time he wasn't just getting to taste. He moved forward slowly, savoring his meal even as his body begged him to go faster. He moaned happily as more and more of the mouse's legs slid inside his mouth, until finally his feet reached the start of his throat. He opened it and took the first swallow. Then another, and another. He tried to go slow, really he did, but Max tasted so delicious, and was urging him on, wiggling his feet and pushing down, just as desperate to be inside him as he was to get that mouse, that delicious meal, into his belly.
He felt Max's thighs enter his mouth, then the hard resin of his cage. He had to lift up a bit to take that in, his tongue slurping at Max's balls, making the mouse moan and squirm slightly before he remembered he had to be still. Abbadon almost regretted telling him that, his fur going the wrong way wasn't being a problem at all when compared to his desperate hunger, but there was no way he was backing away now to tell him that. He swallowed again and felt his snout bump against something. He opened his eyes to see Max sitting up, arms extended, giving him a final hug as he was half-ingested.
"Thank you too Abbadon. For the perfect life I had with you, and the perfect death you're giving me. I love you." The mouse kissed his snout, then lay down again.
Abbadon was glad he lay down before he could see the tears in his eyes. He swallowed again to make sure Max wouldn't be able to sit up, taking the mouse's waist into his mouth as his knees slid into Abbadon's throat. He had almost forgotten he loved this meal, lost in the taste, the sensations, the joy of consuming. Part of him felt guilty for that, part of him desperately wanted to lose himself in that joy again. Before he did, he pulled his long thin tongue back and slurped it along Max's ass, pressing it into him and giving him a final tongue-fucking. He moaned and wriggled in Abbadon's mouth, unable to stay still as the snake attacked his prostate. The serpent pulled out after only a few moments, slurping his tongue along the firm round cheeks of his meal's ass and gulping again. Max's arms were pressed close to his side, another swallow and they were trapped there. Abbadon could feel the mouse filling out his throat, starting to slide into his waiting gut. The mouse's head was the only part not inside Abbadon's jaws now, and with another swallow even that was pulled inside. The serpent kept his mouth open for a few moments, to give his meal a last look at the home they had shared if he wanted it. Then he closed his mouth, plunging his prey into darkness, and swallowed again.
He could feel as Max slid smoothly through his slimy throat and into his gut, the acid filled chamber overjoyed to finally have something to work on again. He could feel Max twitch and writhe within him, and he could hear a few muffled sounds, though whether they were moans or screams he couldn't tell. He felt exhausted, the exertions of the day catching up to him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere warm and sleep until his meal was finished off and providing him with energy. Nothing more, except to spend what little time he had left with the man he loved.
He left the bedroom, slithering into the living room. The house already seemed emptier, even though he could still feel Max squirming inside him. Happily, he hoped. He usually didn't care if his prey was enjoying itself once they were inside him, even enjoying the thought that they might be suffering for his benefit. Max had enjoyed those thoughts too, but now Abbadon couldn't help but worry. Every twitch within him could be Max in pain, trying to escape. Or it could be Max instinctively humping his caged cock against his slick stomach walls, desperately horny and unable to satisfy his need, suffering in a very different way that Abbadon knew he enjoyed. He would be in pain eventually, Abbadon knew. But would he be able to tell the difference?
He turned on the television, Max's favorite movie still in the DVD player. He turned it on, hoping the familiar sounds might reach his mouse somehow and comfort him. A particularly strong squirm during the introductory theme made him hopeful it had worked. Or maybe it was just a particularly strong flinch as the acids ate into his flesh, ripping him apart a molecule at a time.
It was a long time before Max finally went still, and longer after that before Abbadon finally fell asleep.