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When the crowd parted and all eyes turned towards the most unusual guest among the many, everyone knew the party was almost over. Those in the know, at least. The music was still playing, those chill, bassy tunes that set the tone of the gathering, but all conversation had dried up. Samael had set his sights upon a particularly enticing guest, one who was new not only to the city, but to the planet itself. How was Kavus to know the true purpose of those elaborate gatherings when he was still getting himself familiar with the customs of the area in general?

The anaconda slithered along the floor towards the seated turian, who didn't even immediately notice his approach. Kavus gave a little twitch of his mandibles. He'd seen Samael from afar, and knew him to be the host of the party, but that was as far as their introductions went. To have the snake so pointedly fixated on him made Kavus wonder if in fact he had done something terribly wrong. Some sort of interplanetary faux pas he wasn't aware of, perhaps? But by the snake's expression, Samael wasn't upset with him at all.

There were certain things that transcended species and origin alike. No matter how different they might have been, no matter how far away Kavus might have been born, when he had the seductive gaze of a serpent upon him, he all but melted on the spot. His jaw dropped a little while he met that stare as best he could. He felt the temptation to look away, perhaps to check and make sure there wasn't just someone directly behind him that the snake meant instead, but he managed to resist. It was abundantly clear. Of all the choices, of all the guests Samael had invited over for one of his monthly celebrations, he wanted Kavus. The alien was all sorts of flattered, even if he wasn't fully sure what that meant yet.

"Good evening," came the snake's soft voice. He was quiet, and yet Kavus heard him perfectly.

"Hello!" was the turian's abrupt reply. He wanted to make sure to get everything right, even the simple greetings.

"I was watching you," Samael bluntly said. "Of all the people here, of all the choices, you are the one who intrigues me the most."

Kavus gave a nervous glance to the side, just to see if anyone was watching him. A few people couldn't help but glance over at the scene, but most of them were trying not to stare. They knew to give the snake his moment. It was all leading to that. Those parties were pleasant experiences for all who dared show up, and the calming atmosphere made it easy to forget their true purpose. By the time the night was over, someone among the many guests was going to end up inside Samael's coils - someone specially selected by the serpent himself, someone who awakened his appetite more than anyone else. And there was Kavus, sitting there, not even fully realizing the significance of the moment.

"Choices?"

"Of course, handsome one. Perhaps this is your first time as my guest. I certainly would remember seeing you before."

A slow slither, and Samael climbed up onto the couch right alongside the turian, depositing as much of his bulky anaconda body as would fit. Those scales looked ever so shiny, their pattern textures looked so inviting to the touch. Kavus didn't even know what he was doing. He just felt a natural attraction, and so he ran his fingers up and down along the snake's body. Samael gave a pleasant-sounding hiss. That was probably approval of some sort. He accumulated himself for a time, moving and intertwining his lengthy body in such a way that Kavus could barely even comprehend, no matter how intently he stared. His eyes never left the serpent, one way or another. The noise and activity around him dropped out a little more the longer he lingered in Samael's presence - and his scent.

For as far as he'd come, those pheromones were just as effective on the turian than they were on anyone else from the planet. The snake simply carried them with him wherever he went, but they grew thicker the longer he spent close to Kavus. The alien didn't need an interplanetary sociology degree to understand what was happening. He was being courted, right there in front of everyone, and it was working. The longer he spent close to the anaconda, the more attracted he felt, as if by magnetism. He couldn't take his hands off that thick body. The scales felt so pleasing beneath his fingers. Part of him just wanted to lean down and rub his face against them. Instead, he remained perked and attentive while the serpent rose up and pressed ever so close, dropping his voice to a seductively hissy whisper.

"Don't be afraid. We will take it ever so slowly. I want to be sure to enjoy you."

That was when Kavus went from enticed to shockingly, uncontrollably turned on. He couldn't help but squirm in his scent as he started to firm up beneath his formal outfit. Maybe he should have picked something more casual for the occasion. Something with a little wiggle room to hide his bulge. But it was far too late for that. He was there, trying not to lose himself to arousal all at once. He knew people were watching. While he might have been a stranger to that place, he was fairly certain that he wasn't supposed to just tear himself from his clothes in the middle of a crowd. As much as he wanted to. To feel his bare hide rubbing against the snake's skin was suddenly the thing he desired most in the world.

Nothing felt unnatural about that attraction. He wasn't being hypnotized, or anything of the sort. He just found that snake sexy. He wanted to be close to him. Samael knew that urge well, it seemed. As Kavus slowly slumped over in his seat, the snake was there to catch him in a massive set of anaconda coils. The turian all but vanished in that scaly embrace. Samael encircled him from the shoulders and worked down, wrapping around and around until he was utterly immersed. He found his arms were lightly pinned to his sides, not in such a way that he couldn't move them, but there simply was no need anymore. Samael would take ever so good care of him.

He was still very much clothed, but even so, he found himself happily squirming as those coils rubbed against him. Their texture was evident right through his outfit, stimulating him as they slid back and forth, alternating between stroking and kneading him. Of course, a giant snake like Samael could squeeze, but he restrained himself, keeping it to an occasionally firm but ever so careful clutch, working his prey softly in his grasp to ensure Kavus felt safe. Even as he found himself increasingly cluing in to what was coming, the turian didn't feel any sort of apprehension about the fate that had been chosen for him. More than anything, he felt flattered, charmed even. Of all the others, all the creatures of that planet Samael could have chosen, it was the turian he wanted most. Perhaps there was some sort of appeal in someone exotic, Kavus thought, or maybe it was more specific than that. Maybe it was him and him only.

The partygoers slowly filtered out as the conversations died down and the downtempo playlist came to a close. They didn't bother to thank their host. Not because they didn't have a good time, but because they didn't want to interrupt his process. It was a private, intimate moment between him and his meal. He probably wouldn't even have heard them anyway. Kavus spent minute after minute just nestled there, blanketed in the slightly cool touch of the serpent. It was just the sort of temperature that made him want to go to sleep, to sink down and submit to whatever might happen to him while he drifted off. But that certainly wouldn't have served Samael's purposes. They remained together without a word until the very last guest had left, basking in hisses and the occasional outright moan from Kavus' mouth. It was only when the snake finally began to loosen his grip that he actually spoke again.

"You are ever so pleasing to squeeze. Our bodies speak in ways our voices never could. I feel your desire. I sense you understand precisely what I want from you. Are you prepared to take that plunge?"

Despite how easily he could have simply consumed him right then and there, squirming or not, Samael was patient. He'd been waiting this long. It had been nearly a month since his last full meal, and his stomach was entirely empty. His coils were thick, but there was hunger beneath the bulk that flashed in his eyes as Kavus looked into them. He didn't know what to say at first, so the snake leaned closer, flicking his tongue against the side of the turian's head. Somehow, he dropped his voice even lower, imparting words more as sensations, as primal urges than actual language. Yet Kavus caught every sultry syllable.

"Should you accept my offer, I shall hold you deep down in my coils for the better part of a week. You will be my passenger, breathing, whole, finally content to find your place. There shall be no pain. And when I am done, I will take such pride in wearing you upon my body, to make my scales gleam brighter, and my mind work clearly once more. Instinct can be such a burden, but I hardly mind when it turns my attention towards such scrumptious morsels as yourself."

From there, the anaconda loosened his grip, and Kavus was free to leave if he wished. He felt such an absence when he wasn't being squeezed anymore. It was enough to make him suppress a disappointed little whimper, even if he knew it was temporary. There was no thinking about it. No need to consider his options. His fate had already been decided for him, by virtue of presenting him such an impossibly enticing option. It was time to get out of his clothes. He worked quickly, if clumsily. That was a natural consequence of never taking his eyes off the snake himself. Samael worked his forked tongue slowly around the curves of his dark lips, painting them with a layer of glistening saliva that Kavus was helping produce, just by the sight of him. Then he opened up wide, and further entranced the turian with the spectacularly sexy flash of all that wet pink mawflesh. A well-stretched gape made a show of just how flexible his jaw was.

Those particularly indescribable pheromones were present on the snake's breath as well. They emanated from that maw, further enticing the turian forward. It was all Kavus could do not to reach right inside before Samael closed his mouth again and offered a seductive look. He was patient. The very tip of his tail slowly darted back and forth to betray his excitement, but he remained otherwise tranquil, even dormant. Once the turian was fully naked, showing off the uniquely scaled and plated form of his avian alien body, he scooted a little closer to the snake, absolutely throbbing with lust. Yet for as much as he wanted to simply dive right into the anaconda who wanted him, he couldn't help but fuss over a little lesson in biology first. His voice came out in more of a stammer than he'd ever heard it.

"A-a-ah, wait. Are you sure that we'll be, well, compatible?" he began, and when that didn't seem to change the snake's demeanour any, he explained further. "It's just. If you really want to eat me, I might end up upsetting your stomach, maybe even causing some sort of reaction ..."

It wasn't a matter of making excuses. Rather, it was more that he had fully accepted what was about to happen, and was already imagining his future inside the snake. He didn't want to be a bad meal. Samael simply smiled and gave a soft hiss of a shush.

"Shhh. Do not worry about me. I have feasted upon creatures large and small, from this world and beyond, with all matter of potential complications - and I have always been just fine. My body is built and trained for digesting others. It is the only thing that truly sustains me. If you are ready ... reach forth."

Hesitation was a thing of the past for Kavus. He needed to be inside the snake. The anticipation of feeling all that flesh wrapped around his form, to find himself snugly held deep down in the stomach of a creature from another world, it was everything he wanted. How did Samael know? Did the craving to be prey transcend species and cultures alike? Was it just a look? It didn't matter. The alien stretched one hand out, then the other, and laid them within the mouth of the gaping anaconda.

Samael allowed him to feel around and touch all those lovely details for a time, but soon enough, he closed his lips. Then he opened them again, and walked forth a little, moving up along Kavus' arms. There he paused, waiting, opening wide once more. He was waiting. He wanted the alien to feed himself to him. Kavus got the message without needing to be told, like the prey he was. Pushing forth a little more, he slowly reached for the back of the snake's throat, being careful not to go too fast. It was as if he was afraid of gagging the serpent, despite how silly that worry might have been. All he wanted was to be the best meal he could be.

From there, it was a process of inching in, sliding smoothly, along those slobbery details, knowing he was making the snake drooly. It wasn't until he got his arms all the way down the anaconda's throat that the two of them paused. Kavus was right there, his head directly in front of the snake's open maw, staring into the gullet that was slowly consuming him. Samael gave him time to take a good, deep look at the oblivion ahead of him. Only then did he stretch forth, and envelop the turian's face entirely in slick, warm mawflesh.

It was warm but never hot deep down in there. The sounds echoed around Kavus as the great big snake curled him up from all sides once more. It was time to feed. To feast. The alien could feel a certain tension running through the snake's bulk, a stirring of those many muscles. Samael was holding back. He knew that if he squeezed too harshly, he would have crushed even the tough body of a turian. Instead, he kept up the massage from all sides, kneading over his prey, leaving Kavus feeling ever so soothed and content despite sliding down the gullet of a hungry serpent. Everything about it felt just right.

He breathed slowly and steadily as he slipped deeper into that dark tunnel, feeling himself increasingly slimed up by the slickness of the snake's insides. The walls undulated around him, enduring he was getting a good kneading over his entire body at once. The pleasure made him gasp when that flicking tongue tickled at his cock. That solid blue shaft trembled under the slightest attention, and grew more and more twitchy the closer it got to the snake's dripping maw. Saliva ran over Samael's lower lip by the time he enveloped Kavus' dick in the wet embrace of his hungry mouth. A little more fluid hardly made a difference.

Unloading the thick alien cream all pent up inside him, Kavus sharply moaned deep down there within the anaconda, writhing with pleasure as he soaked himself in spunk. It didn't even slow Samael's hungry process in the slightest. The snake had an appetite to satisfy. The result was that he got smeared up in his own cum on the way down, gulped thoroughly until there was nothing more than a pair of outstretched legs sticking out of the snake's maw. Samael unwound himself from around his meal in preparation for the final swallows while Kavus steamed in his afterglow, sighing and content, ready for the gurgles to cum. Even in the aftermath of an orgasm, his excitement wasn't any less. It was more than just an impulse, it was destiny.

The only part of the process in which Samael showed any haste was finishing him off. With just those legs sticking out of his mouth, he allowed himself a little less restraint, embracing that hunger, that feral instinct to consume alive and whole. Kavus got to listen to the resonant sound of those hisses from the inside of the snake's body while the anaconda expressed his satisfaction all the way through the process of gulping the alien down at last. From thighs, to calves, to feet and toes, the turian was consumed by the giant snake, finished off in a smooth, extended motion. Tapping at Kavus' soles with the very tip of his tail, Samael urged him along into the group of those constricting muscles, to delight in the process of watching that fresh new bulge travel along his bulky coils.

Curled up as the snake was, the path was a winding one. Kavus found himself turning around and around as the extended gullet pushed him deeper, dipping down to the floor where Samael's coils dropped on the floor, then getting pulled back up. Gravity was irrelevant against those tightly working inner muscles. Kavus simply sighed all the way down, finding himself increasingly subdued the deeper he got. Not for lack of air, not for giving up or giving in, but simply because he felt right at home. Though he was sure to squirm a little. Something told him the snake appreciated a little wriggle in his meals.

The alien grew a little more wiggly once he slipped into the snake's digestive chamber at last. Samael's stomach hugged him tightly from all sides as he got deposited in the lengthy space, locked tight but still comfortable. Kavus didn't have to curl up in the slightest. He could stretch himself right out and appreciate just how clean and tidy it was in there. Maybe that was the sign of a snake who hadn't eaten in a long time. There were no offputting scents, just a general cool dampness, like a flooded basement. Even when he found his tongue swiping against the edges during his various gasps, he didn't taste much more than saliva. Truly it was an accommodating place for prey large and small alike.

The elongated bulge faintly stirred as he squirmed around in there, though it was far from a tight outline. Really, it was more just a shape, a vague semblance of a person that wobbled about as the gurgles slowly rose. It could have been anyone in there. Only Samael knew who was truly tucked away within his coils. Well, him and anyone who saw him approaching the turian as the party wound to a close.

"Ahhh. My sweet prey. Each one of you is a luxury, a true indulgence like no other. I will keep your memory in mind, to recall fondly on quiet nights. Your taste, your squirms, the sensation of you softening and finally giving in - all of it is mine."

He punctuated that with a firmer hiss, a dominant sound that reminded Kavus of his place. Not that it was necessary. He was in bliss, still glowing with the remnants of his orgasm, mind swirling and mostly blank. It was all about sensation from then on. He didn't bother to think too much when there was so much to feel, so much to experience and appreciate. Samael's belly was gentle, just as promised. As an alien, Kavus wasn't fully aware of the slow digestive process that snakes tended to have. He would have been glad to know, really. It just meant more time spent down inside that slippery new bed, getting hugged and massaged, soaked in faintly bubbling fluids, churned by the slow but noisy compressions of the serpent's stomach.

Samael curled up around himself and rested his head directly atop the outline of his meal. Kavus could feel the extra weight there. He was happy to be cuddled, nuzzled even. Sometimes he gave a bit more of a squirm when he found himself particularly excited, twitching out with little spasms, but he never panicked, never felt the slightest fear or uncertainty. He was sure of it. Even as the fluids rose a little, and soaked him more thoroughly, getting into the cracks in his natural armour. Blanker and blanker by the moment, he fell into a state that wasn't quite unconsciousness, but wasn't fully aware either. It just seemed brought on by the walls around him, and ensured he didn't burn too much energy. He was going to stay down there for days without any sort of discomfort.

As for the anaconda himself, he did not stay awake. His eyes might have been open, but he slipped slowly into a slumber once his prey was fully secured within him. Kavus heard his heartbeat slow, as well as his breathing. That state was going to last for as long as it needed to. Samael always grew somewhat dormant directly after a meal while his body utilized all its resources to digest all that fresh meat. No one would disturb him. They all knew to give him time to himself immediately following one of his gatherings - and for several days afterwards. No calls, no messages, no knocks at the door. Digesting Kavus went on completely uninterrupted.

Time stopped meaning anything. It was like he'd always been there. He couldn't quite tell how much progress Samael was actually making. There was no rush. He was happy just to be there, as close to the snake as possible. When he wondered if he was actually being digested, he shifted slightly, pushing on the walls, or just wiggling from side to side to test if he was still solid. He could feel himself growing softer, could feel himself falling apart, bit by bit, but only when he tried to actually move. A slightly sharp, acidic scent accompanied that progress, but it was still entirely inoffensive. None of it was painful. Maybe numbing at times, but only because so much of him had been stripped down and digested that it wasn't even capable of feeling anymore. Being turned into nutrients by the snake's gentle stomach was like an extended spa treatment, a relaxing soak and steam in the serpent's body heat, listening to the slow sloshes and rumbles of the juices around him.

Samael eventually woke back up. It had been at least a full day. Perhaps more. He gave Kavus a nudge, and found the alien rather squishy under any pressure. Despite the softening, the turian was still alive, still conscious even. He wanted to return the affectionate little gesture, but he found himself unable to move at all. So much of him had softened after those many hours spent churning in the steadily glorping snake stomach wrapped all around his weakening frame that he was a little less recognizable as an actual person-shaped bulge. He was more just a lump, an indistinct mass of meat that somehow still knew where and what he was. Samael licked him a few times, then gave a lusty hiss.

"I can feel you in there. Still with me, Kavus? You feel wonderful digesting into snake food, I will have you know. Every moment you spend in there is one that brings me pleasure. It's enough to turn me on, I will admit."

A slow, careful shift of his coils allowed him to wind his way around himself and press his tail end up against the squishy bulge of turian. That slit was already wet, and it grew wetter as two slick snake cocks began to push from within. The anaconda started grinding on him, the pressure sinking down into that vague silhouette of prey. It pushed Kavus a little closer to passing out, made him have a little more trouble concentrating on all those sensations. Yet despite that, he was happily wiggling those mandibles, knowing the snake was humping him in those final moments, enjoying him so much it made him hard. He really was good prey.

Though soft at first with those motions, Samael's excitement eventually won out. He couldn't help but more dominantly thrust against the prey melting inside him, even if it meant accelerating the process a little. Those twin cocks pushed against the softened turian, grinding in the mush Kavus had become, squishing him down into something a little more unrecognizable with each stroke. The pleasured hisses grew distant, distorted as Kavus found himself giving in, weakening, sinking down into the sludge he'd become while Samael got off on the messy impending demise of his prey.

Thumping, grinding, and just thrusting against the turian-bulge, something finally gave in within Kavus, leaving the life draining from him at last, his final, twitching fade-out one in which he felt the snake's relentless rut through every moment. It was a final compliment, a dominant sort of praise for the meal he'd become, and before he was completely numb and lost to digestion, Kavus swore he felt the slight rise of warmth that came with the snake erupting with a fat cumshot all over the outline of his dying meal.

Splattering that rounded, featureless shape with seed that trickled down his scales and pooled upon the floor, Samael sighed and gave one more internal squeeze, one more clench of his gut around his meal to ensure there was nothing left of Kavus but for the easily absorbed chyme he'd churned him into. No more squirming, nothing but sloshing and absorbing was left for Kavus as the turian perished there deep down within the coils of the ravenous anaconda. His existence sustained the snake's, and there was nothing left to do but rest.

He didn't sleep through the entire process. Sometimes he got up for some water, or to bathe himself in an expansive, anaconda-friendly tub, or to tend to some minor tasks around the house. Mostly Samael kept himself in a state of very low activity, resting and relaxing as much as he possibly could while he absorbed the turian into his body. There were no cramps or other complications through the process. Though he did find himself a little more lethargic than usual. Maybe that was his body dealing with the exotic meat inside him. It wasn't much to worry about. He was built for digesting whoever he wished, and he happily daydreamed, dozed, or drifted the days away while he made Kavus into part of his thick, predatory body.

Samael awoke from one of those drifts with a jaw-stretching yawn to the sensation of a warm sunbeam streaming in through the window. Just how long had it been, exactly? Samael wasn't exactly counting the days. Longer than usual, perhaps. He only knew the slow, luxurious digestive process was over when he found himself more alert, more awake one more morning. The dormant state had passed. It was time to move on and become a regular person once more, rather than a hungry snake operating on only slightly more than instinct. His voraciousness was satisfied. And though the exotic meat had proven slightly more difficult to digest than most of his living meals, Samael had still succeeded with relatively little trouble.

Though he did feel perhaps a touch on the heavy side. He always put on some visible weight after a meal - something that most anthros claimed not to notice, but it was much more difficult to ignore when one was slithering around on it all day. This wasn't the same as fattening up, though. His body had found use for some of the turian, but there was plenty he simply couldn't use. Such were the consequences when he indulged in alien prey. The pleasures of consumption were always worth it. And the finale was no less satisfying. Perhaps even admittedly more so.

A great yawn came over the serpent as he stretched his thickened coils out. His mouth gaped to the point he looked like he was about to envelop another juicy morsel in that great, wet maw of his. Instead, he just sealed up his jaw again and took a sniff of the air. Ah, a rainy Spring night into a freshly-scented morning. He was happy to slither out the door and crawl through the dew, taking in the pleasing aromas with a constant flick of his tongue. A content hiss to himself fell into a soft grunt as he crawled along with that heavy burden growing all the more urgent as he went.

Once he'd achieved privacy, well away from the prying eyes of the nearby homes, shaded beneath the canopy of the dense forest, he stopped. Each tree was as good as any, and so he chose one that looked like it could use the fertilizer. Its branches surely would droop no more once he was done. He curled himself into the proper position, with his middle flat, his tail end lifted, his head held high as he finally began to relieve the pressure that had accumulated with all that digested turian pushing against his cloaca. At last, after spending weeks churning down within the anaconda's stomach, Samael was finally shitting Kavus out. Just like all the others before him.

Though those hardened outer plates on the avian-alien had seemed daunting when first ingested, but Samael was satisfied to find they proved no trouble on the way out. Perhaps a few tiny chunks remained embedded in the logs of snake scat he pushed out into the forest floor at the roots of an old tree, but nothing that bothered him. The whole mess was relatively soft, squeezing out of him fairly quickly for the sheer excess of it all, but that too hardly bothered him. For all the exotic flavours, all the interspecies incompatibilities of their two species, the alien proved to be a thick, satisfying dump like all the other people Samael had devoured whole and digested. There was always a part of him that enjoyed the messy process of returning them to the forest floor. Kavus was going to feed the soil of a planet he wasn't even from.

Samael gave a soft hiss when he felt a slight catch in the process. That unusually shaped skull wasn't entirely intact, but part of it still remained recognizable as he pushed firmly to dislodge it. First, a log of snakeshit got squeezed through one of those hollowed eye sockets in a rather inelegant display of Kavus' total destruction and defilement by the hungry snake. Then it finally slipped free to plop atop the growing mound of fresh waste. It would have made the perfect topper to the filth, a fitting monument to the former alien, but Samael wasn't done. There was still plenty of waste all packed up inside him, some of which required a bit more effort to get out once it turned a bit chalky and heavy with digested bone.

It truly was a mountain by the time Samael was finally done. He was admittedly a touch fatigued after that effort. Slithering forth to ensure his scales didn't touch the mess he left behind, he gave it a cursory glance as if just to confirm it really was as much as it had felt like. Well. Perhaps aliens weren't exactly meant for his digestive system, but he had no regrets. Kavus was still his, even if it meant he had to shit out a little more of him than usual. The most important part was that the turian breathed his last deep inside the ravenous anaconda's belly. Such an introduction to the foreign planet it was. But for how much the alien moaned and squirmed going down, Samael was certain Kavus would have done it all over again, given the chance.

All that remained was to drag his slit through the dewy grass and slide off towards domestic life once more. The call of his instincts would come again in time. Perhaps more swiftly, given the slight inefficiency that came with trying to digest and absorb Kavus. There was still plenty of nutrition to be taken from the alien, no matter how exotic he might have been. There were very few people out there, in that world or the next, who Samael couldn't eat. The turian would be a fond memory for the serpent just like all the others, shat out but never fully forgotten, but far from the last living, writhing meal to willingly dive down the anaconda's gullet for a slow, soothing churn.