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She was hungry, so very hungry.

So was he, maybe even more so.

The two of them were both hunting in the same densely packed jungle, and both of them were converging at the same location, where a bipedal purple and orange dragon was passively drinking from a surprisingly clean stream.

She was a Burmese Naga, clad in earthy green scales with deep blood red spots that were lined by equally dark blue rims. She was certainly no small creature, at over thirty meters in length and a girth that could open up to wrap around a small elephant with some effort. Her name was Leera, and her passivity has left her with months without a fully belly, and it was time she satisfied her hungers.

He was also a naga, but he was a deep purple with splotches of lighter purple on his back and a darker violet, almost blue set of belly scales running down his front. He had a head of royal purple hair and dark purple stripes wrapping around his body from head to toe. This naga was also hungry, and he was having trouble adapting to his new environment, since the vegetation was green and he was purple - two opposite ends of the spectrum. When he hunted, his prey could see him, so ambush was not an appropriate method of hunting.

This point in his journey was always hard for Montiga. He travelled a lot, meeting many creatures and friends, not to mention the gloriously exotic meals he could enjoy. It was a wonderful thing to be a naga who travelled, since his experiences were so vast and his desires so varied. However, he was starting to regret travelling through the Koluman jungle; there were dragons, cats, and other fine meals flitting around the underbrush, but unlike his homeland the vegetation was rather exclusively green and brown.

Leera, on the other hand, was in her natural habitat. She spent most of her time in jungles and nearby villages interacting with the locals. She didn't like hunting if she didn't have to, but her instincts sometimes took over and forced her to hunt, and the hungrier she got the less control her conscious mind had over her reptilian brain. Her will was strong, but today her hunger was far stronger.

Like any good hunter of a snake, Leera was laying in wait near a running river that had meandered its way through the dense jungles. Something would come to the water eventually, she was counting on it and never wrong; this was no exception. This particular bend of river was poking into a small clearing where the lights filtered through the dense canopy and many ground ferns had grown.

The female snake pushed her body forward as her tail flicked, staring straight at the side of the dragon's hips. As he adjusted himself to not fall over, she could see his muscles tense and flick. She could smell him but knew he wasn't aware of her presence; if he was, he'd be exuding fear pheromones and almost certainly be running away. He'd be foolish not to.

Montiga was a bit less methodical, instead being more aggressive in his quest for a full belly. He could see the orange speckled dragon, but he was far less careful or slow about descending on the creature; he was coiling up just beyond the treeline, compressing his muscles and preparing to strike. With a rapid rush and his upper body raised, mouth open and arms wide to tackle, he struck at the dragon, launching his form over the vegetation-lined ground.

The hulking biped of a dragon had no time to avoid the lightning fast attack, so he screeched and stumbled to the side as the gaping purple naga maw flesh shot at him!

But Montiga's attack wasn't as focused as it needed to be and the lip of his jaw grazed the dragon's shoulder, bouncing harmlessly off the purple scales to splat his face and upper body in the running water as his prospective meal hopped away into the underbrush. He managed to turn and get a better look at the tail end of the reptile, but he barely had the energy to pull himself out of the water, even with the rest of his body still firmly planted in a coil on the land, smothering the small ferns and vegetation.

Depressed and with his tummy rumbling, he got back up to a proper erect naga position and gave his tongue another flick, to see if maybe there were any other meals in the area. A jaguar or even a bird would be enough to sate his hunger for a day or two! As his forked tongue swished through the humid jungle air, he picked up on something peculiar, something he wasn't preparing for. It was the scent of another reptile, a serpent like him.

Cautious, he scanned around the clearing to see if he could catch a glimpse of this voyeur. His eyes were honed to detect movement, so if any leaves or vines moved in the least, he would pick up on it, but he saw nothing. Not even the slightest breeze tickled a leaf in the dense jungle grove.

Leera was cleverly hidden between ferns laying as still and close to the ground as she could get. Careful to not be seen by the foolish snake that had scared away her meal, she was sure to hold her breath so her body wouldn't heave every time she inhaled. She kept her eyes trained at the naga's torso and head as he looked around, even though the vegetation almost completely obscured her view. She couldn't afford to be seen, as this hunter was clearly either foolish or just as desperate for food as she was. She'd never missed a strike before, few naga ever did.

It was looking like the purple scaled naga was ready to leave, as he was extending his coils and turning back to the densely packed jungle, when Leera's reptile brain really took over her body. As that tail slid past her maw, almost rubbing her snout as it did so, she tensed up all the muscles in her body to leap at the tail, hands outstretched to grab at it and maw open to bite!

But the male serpent had seen her. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slightest hint of motion as the female's tongue flickered before she pounced, giving him a slight advantage and a warning as to her intentions. He wanted to bait her and his ruse had worked!

As she leaped at him, body acting like a spring and arms like a maw, Montiga spun around, grabbed her torso with one hand and her neck with the other to slam her to the ground, letting the rest of her body crumple around her, parts of her form splashing in the water of the river.

Preparing for a counterattack, Montiga pulled every foot of his body close to and beneath his torso, bundling it up in a ball around his hips. His maw was open and fangs were bared, arms raised to wrestle this intruder, perhaps even subdue her and make her a meal. Yes, a meal! She was marginally larger than he was, but he was thicker and definitely stronger!

Indeed, Montiga was ravenous and cared not for the whimsy of local fauna; if he couldn't gobble up that dragon he'd caught scent of and tracked to this clearing, he would stuff this fellow snake in him! She would curl up inside his belly to become part of him! The edges of his maw curled up in a devious grin as he planned his attack, watching intently as the green, red, and blue scaled naga stumbled over her own form, repositioning herself.

Disoriented, Leera stumbled over her knotted body and extended her form to push out of the water, keeping one eye trained on the prepared naga as she did so. Like her clumsy purple-scaled adversary, she coiled up her body below her and opened her maw, trying to imitate a hiss as her tongue flickered excitedly.

"What are you doing here?!" She demanded. Her voice was telepathic, as she'd not yet learned to move her lips and control her windpipe to vocalize.

Montiga looked around, nervous as to where the words were coming from. He'd never encountered a snake that spoke telepathically before. "It matters not, foolish snake!"

Apprehensive, Leera closed her mouth and brought her torso up higher, forcing more of her body beneath her so she could tower over the other naga. He was thicker than she was, but not as long; that would give her an advantage in a fight. She glared out over the ridge of her snout to look down on the snake that had ruined her ambush. "It matters more than you can imagine. This is my land, you are intruding on it, and as long as you're on my land you're prey to me, and nothing more!" She leaned down and opened her maw wide, dislocating her jaws and expanding her oesophagus, gaping her entire pink-fleshed throat to show how easily her flesh could smother him. She practically inflated in her dominance display!

He wasn't even remotely worried about her threat, he'd eaten bigger and fought with more deadly, plus he had his venom to aid him in forcing her complacency. He could see her lines of needlepoint teeth jutting out of the ridges of her gums, each individual point glistening in the grove's blotted sunlight. Deep down inside it was clear to Montiga that had this female wanted to make a meal of him, she wouldn't have focused so much of her energy on the threat display, filling his vision with the gaped tube of flesh that was her gullet, lined with rows of teeth. He, unlike her, was serious about making a meal of a fellow snake.

Montiga's muscles condensed as the burmese naga's form slowly descended on him, letting him strike upwards, using one hand to close her gaping maw, the other to wrap around her neck and tackle her to the ground, flipping most of her body over his shoulder. He opened his maw to strike at the back of her head, but as he got close, one of the female's coils curled up and pushed him off her.

She rolled over herself, letting her thick body push the attacker off her. She was only going to scare him away; in that brief moment as she had struck, her sentient brain snagged an ounce of control and kept her from leaning forward to envelop him. She wouldn't make that mistake again! "You fool!" She grumbled at him, mostly talking to herself. "You could have escaped with your life, but now you will be mine!" She re-adjusted her body in a striking position as she expanded her body to look menacing, ready for another attack.

Both naga were staring at one another from across the clearing, bodies coiled underneath their selves ready for an attack. She knew deep down inside that she didn't want to gobble up a sentient creature - especially not a fellow naga - but the challenge had to be met and she had to win. It didn't help that this purple naga clearly was bent on making her a meal, so it was eat or be eaten, the law of the jungle.

He was just too hungry to care if his meal was a person or not, a snake had to eat and she was the perfect meal for him. If he played his cards right, she could nourish him for months, maybe even the better part of the year if he limited his travels and let the sun energize him as often as he could.

Neither naga were willing to give in or slither away. Even if both were willing, they both felt that it was a matter or survival, and in many ways it truly was.

They extended their bodies to rotate around one another, sure to keep their gaze focused clearly on the others' eyes. Their bodies made a circle in the clearing, occasionally brushing up against the banks of the river and the treeline. As they got close to each others' tails, they leaned their bodies down to attack, both pulling in their body and attacking the tail in front of them nearly at the same time, both narrowly missing the tail.

"You can't stand a chance, you know. I'm longer than you, and bigger than you." Leera bragged.

"Don't be a fool, woman. I'm sure you know as well or better than anyone that size doesn't matter with sssserpentssss." he retorted, hissing at the end and baring his fangs.

Leera took note of the glistening, venom-dripping fangs and smiled. Her body coiled up beneath her and she lunged across the clearing at the male, tackling him with her own teeth bared. He was surprised by the attack but managed to compose himself mid-tackle to arch his neck forward and bury his fangs in her shoulders, pumping her full of her venom.

The instant sensation of having the venom shoot through her forced Leera's body to spasm and go limp, landing with a thud on top of Montiga. Little did he know that this was part of her plan. Leera had endured the sensation of being bitten by other venomous creatures, and though the initial penetration and injection were as painful as ever, her body had adjusted and the long-lasting complacency and necrosis had no effect on her. Her body was able to process the toxins and metabolize it so it had no more effect to her than a saline injection, or if she'd bitten herself; there was pain and a touch of blood, but little more.

With the female's naga limp body laying down on top of Montiga, the male slowly slithered his way out from underneath her, positioning his body far away from her maw. He made sure he got a good look at her, and was careful to not get into a position she'd be able to wrap around and attack him.

Carefully, he hovered over her prone torso, grabbing her arms and holding her down while he slowly opened his mouth to smother her shoulder, injecting another shot of his venom into her chest. He could feel her muscles tense under the pressure, but he was soon sure that she wasn't going anywhere and his maw was dripping saliva, eager for his meal. He could literally feel the fluids secreting from his throat and maw flesh to soak the female's earthy green and brownish patterns. For a fleeting moment he even took particular note of the peculiar symbol painted on her scales with the red and blue splotches on her back. He knew the symbol meant something, but his hunger spoke louder than his conscious mind.

She was waiting for the perfect time to strike, and her opponent hadn't yet dug his rows of teeth into her, which would basically be a death trap. Once a snake's teeth were buried in the flesh of its victim, there was no way to escape unless the snake released you or you clawed your way out. Only his fangs were in her, so she struck!

Spinning around, she felt her flesh get torn in little slits as the naga's fangs slipped out of her. She struck the naga across the face with a backhand to disorient him before lunging at his face, maw open and ready to clamp down on his muzzle.

But part of him knew that this was a ploy. The twitch of muscles and lack of a drug-addled high let him know that she was either faking it or not sure what to do. His mouth was open wide in anticipation of the strike, and his jaws were just as able to stretch and expand as hers were.

The both of them locked jaws at opposite angles to one another, like a fleshy snake-kiss, with tongues flicking out to taste the throat of the other. They both tried to widen their jaw and extend their rows of teeth to catch on the lip flesh of the opponent, but both just caught meekly on the inside of the others' mouth, and that would spell doom for whoever was inside.

They struggled against one another, vying for the top position as their arms locked. They were wrestling one another, doing all they could to force the other to the ground as they squirmed and massaged each other's mouths. It wasn't long at all before Leera realized this endeavour was fruitless, so she detached from Montiga and pulled back to get another strike, but he didn't let go of her arms, and instead pulled her back into him as she was realigning her jaw.

Leera's heart dropped into her belly as she felt the male naga's inner maw smother her snout, teeth digging in lines down her face scales. His drool trickled over her lips and even crept into her mouth as the slathering beast clamped down on her.

This was it. She knew she had no chance of escape now. Those teeth were like a trap, tugging on them only made them get a better grip, and pushing in to escape their backwards facing points only put you precisely where the predator wants you: down his or her gullet.

Desperate and unsure of what to do, Leera tried to open her mouth to maybe fight and wiggle, but her lower jaw was displaced, and flexing the muscles needed to open it only twisted and contorted it, letting his teeth dig in deeper to the crevices between each of the scales on her chin.

Montiga knew he'd won, so he backed his body up and wrapped his tail around a tree to ground him. He wasn't going to have the bigger naga crawl away and try to drown him or something; he wasn't going anywhere he didn't want to go!

But Leera wasn't done struggling. She coiled her body and wrapped it tightly around Montiga's form, smothering most of his body from the underside of his arms right to the tail that was anchored around a tree. Her massive, muscled coils held firm, constricting him all through his body. Even if he managed to swallow her, she wasn't going more than a few feet down into him, her body ensured that. At this point it was simply a matter of who had more endurance and was able to hold their breath longer. Her body constricting him kept him from breathing in and his smothering flesh blocked her nostrils and her oral windpipe.

In retort, Montiga tried to resist, but she had such a strong grip on his body he couldn't match her and simply force her body to be entwined with his as opposed to constricting him. It was a futile attempt to beat the larger if thinner naga. He was thicker and presumably stronger, but she had the advantage, so he did the only thing he could think of to best her: he gaped open his maw and forced his upper rows of teeth to slide over the crest of her head, digging into her scales and tugging her deeper into his maw. He could feel her snout pressing out against his throat, giving him a clearly defined bulge as she constricted him.

She didn't pull back, her plan wouldn't work if she struggled too much; if she tried to pull her head out of his gullet before the time was right, it would jab his teeth into her and even the best laid plans would be nothing to counteract the snag she'd be in. Instead, she pulsated her coils in a tightening pattern from his upper body down to his tail, further squeezing his blood and air from his lungs.

There was almost a solid minute of nothing happening between the two. Leera stayed still with her head sliding inch by inch into Montiga's gullet as her coils got tighter with each passing moment. She could feel his teeth slowly pushing her in deeper until they were wrapped around her upper torso, with her shoulders resting in the crook of his jaw.

This was when the weakest link broke.

Montiga, as the stronger but less enduring of the two naga, finally felt his consciousness dwindle as he got dizzy. He had no more energy to fight Leera's powerful constriction, and his vision went black.

She saw her opportunity to take advantage, as her predator's muscles finally relaxed and went limp. The teeth in her neck and torso loosened and slid backwards off her neck as her head slurped outward. Careful to not let him regain his composure, she reached up with her two arms and pried his upper and lower jaw off her scales, keeping his maw almost perfectly straight at a 180 degree angle. She could feel his neck getting thinner as her snout backed out of his throat with a wet squelch, ending with her still-dislocated jaw breaking loose of the fleshy confines with an audible pop. There was a stream of saliva arcing from his throat and her snout as she opened her mouth wide, windpipe gaping open to suck in as much precious oxygen as she could!

She was free and still in complete control! Her coils stayed tight around Montiga, but loosened a bit to let him breathe again. There was no doubt in her mind that there was nothing the snake could do to best her at this point, so she gave him one solid inhalation before constricting again, gaping open her maw to smother his head. He may have been a thicker snake than she was, but she was far stretchier.

The last thing Montiga saw was the round, soft mounds of flesh that comprised Leera's jaw muscles and pulsating throat, with her windpipe trailing down the floor of her cavernous oesophagus as it enveloped his head. He watched as the lines of teeth hovered over his eyes before clamping down, bringing his vision to complete darkness. He could no longer see anything but black, but had no problem feeling everything that was happening to him; the sensation of her muscles undulating in waves over his head starting at her open maw and sucking deeper into her gullet being the strongest, most memorable feeling.

However, the female had no interest in fooling around or wasting time. She felt Montiga's jaw resting on her lower lip, teeth clinging to his scales like velcro. With a yawn, she gaped open her upper maw to release all the teeth from the top of the meal's head and push forward. There were thick strands of foamy saliva running from each of her rows of teeth to the spots in Montiga's hair that they were jabbed into. She gaped open her maw and extended the spine on her neck as she arched around, feeling more of his body disappear into her gullet. Once her sharp teeth were past his head and wrapped around his neck, she clamped down and released her bottom jaw, leaning her neck backwards to force that over his own neck. She could feel his head forming a clear bulge just below her lower jaw, squirming around inside her as he tried to pull out.

The surprisingly warm flesh of the female naga was absolutely smothering Montiga's face. He couldn't see, and despite still being almost entirely free of her moist confines, he was losing sense of which direction was which. He could hear - no - FEEL her heartbeat deeper in her body, each throb forcing blood through her veins and arteries that seemed to make her flesh throb and tighten around him in a rhythmic patter. Deep down inside, he knew that it was rather pleasant despite the implications, and that he was somewhat grateful to know what it felt like to be prey. As a snake he was always on top of the food chain, but now, he was just a common snack for a fellow serpent.

As this realization dawned on him, Montiga's consciousness jerked back awake and he began to thrash within Leera's coils. His tail wrapped around the tree again to drag her backwards and he reached up with his hands that were not held down and tried to pry away Leera's ravenous maw, hoping to peel it off his face and neck long enough to get out.

Regardless of his thrashing and resistance, Leera had no problem keeping him subdued. Her coils were still tightly wound around his torso and most of his body, holding him still, and it didn't take much for her arms to reach up and force his arms away from the crooks of her maw. He was thicker and stronger than she was, but she was in charge and he was somewhat dazed and confused by the lack of oxygen.

Leera didn't care about her meal, at this point she just wanted to force him into her belly. She wanted to feel him squirm and struggle as more of his form disappeared between her jaws, relinquished to little more than a writhing bulge pressing out against her taut scales. Normally Leera would ensure she was on her cycle, so she could get the primal need to feel prey squirming around inside her without all the violence or aggression, but this naga had frustrated her and she wanted to feel every bit of pleasure of her kind's ritual.

Back home, where the serpent saurossins would gather, it was a public ritual to gather up humans and any other of the sentient beasts that roamed the plains, and they'd basically abuse them and enjoy the feelings of dominance. They'd pretend to let them go only to hunt them and swallow them up one by one, ensuring they felt the most fear. It was an odd evolutionary adaptation to be able to basically feed of prey's fear, but Leera had transcended that foul quirk and only acted out her desires, satisfying her need to dominate without actually being dominant or aggressive.

This was not one of those rituals.

Leera was hungry, and above all else she needed to be fed, not just with a belly full of snake, but with a psyche that has syphoned off every bit of fear and disdain from her prey. To her, this wasn't a desire, it was a need. She released her teeth a bit, retracting them to allow Montiga to pull himself out with a wet slurp. Just as his face was slipping through her jaws, she clamped back down and used one hand to force him back down her throat. Her powerful jaw muscles and tender flesh had no problem wiggling around in circles, snagging on more of the naga's scales in order to pull him in deeper. She could feel his neck twisting around inside as he tried to bite her, but his lips couldn't grab skin and her flesh was holding him too tight to let him open wide enough.

She watched with glee as his tail coiled around the tree, then released before coiling up again. He was struggling and disoriented, and she loved it. Without remorse, she released a few of her coils from his lower body to give him more freedom to flail about, looking for various items to latch onto and pull himself backwards. She was laughing to herself as she watched over his body as her maw enveloped more of the purple scaled naga. Or perhaps that was just his hair tickling the back of her throat.

A few more lurches forward, and her neck flesh was completely smothering Montiga's head and neck. The sides of her mouth were resting comfortably on his shoulders as he once again tried to break free of her grasp to pry her mouth off of him. She just clamped down harder and let go of his hands so he could try. Snake mouths, somewhat like that of an alligator, were able to clamp down with immense strength. The thick, but soft looking cylinders of muscle on either side of her mouth connecting top jaw to bottom at the connecting point was so strong that if her skull and jaw weren't malleable and flexible, she could crush rock. Almost.

It was made very clear within seconds that any attempt to leave would be squashed, so he stopped struggling, at least in theory. He was waiting for an opportunity, perhaps to turn around inside, or maybe she'd just let him out. It didn't take long for his conscious mind to once again kick him in the hindquarters and remind him his body was being forced down the throat of a ravenous snake! Mustering all the strength he had, he thrashed about, swiping his head back and forth inside her throat, muzzle pressing against the inside of her shoulders before being forced downwards into her ribcage, halting his neck's broad sweeps.

Leera loved the sensations of his body writhing inside her. Even without him wiggling around and thrashing inside her, his head and neck made a noticeable bulge in her throat. Much as she loved feeling him struggle, she felt it was time to get on with her meal and move on before someone else found and attacked her. The fight between the two of them had caused a lot of commotion in the clearing, the vegetation was squashed flat, and there were no creatures of any type within smelling range.

Her tongue flickered out, slapping against Montiga's lighter purple bellyscales; she could smell the fear emanating from him and it only drove her a little more wild. Using this new scent, she wrapped her hands tight around his arms to hold them streamlined down his torso and shoved him in deep, gaping her maw open as wide as it could to force her elastic flesh over him like a bag. Her lower jaw slid effortlessly over the underside of his form while her upper jaw pulled away from his back to leave a gape between her flesh and his scales. As she widened her maw, she lifted his torso up above her to let gravity help; this allowed his form to slide through her gullet with ease. One quick expansion of her neck allowed Montiga's entire torso to disappear into her before she closed her maw tight, clamping down on the beginnings of her prey's body. Once her teeth were dug in completely, she released the remaining coils from his form, letting him slide in with ease.

Poor Montiga. He just wanted lunch, and now he was being smothered by snake flesh, playing the role of the dragon he intended to gobble up. Her muscles were contracting around him as her warn flesh throbbed to constrict him. He could feel her passage open up and slide over his form as more of his body was forced in deeper. Leera's sharp teeth were clamping down on his midsection just below his torso, grabbing on and tugging backwards only to release, push forward, and do it again. He felt a soreness going down the back of his entire body as her fluids were smeared by her flesh into the tiny puncture holes made by her teeth.

His consciousness was fading for the third time, and he was growing complacent. He wanted to wiggle and struggle and thrash inside of her, but he just couldn't muster the energy to do so. Meekly, he tried to bring his hands up from his sides to press out against her insides, but the tube of flesh was surprisingly tight and snug against his scales. He could wiggle his hands from side to side, but couldn't bend his elbows to point them forward or claw at her insides.

As more of him slid down the tight passage, her body acting like a body-length sleeping bag, his oxygen deprived brain got a silly idea that told him to slither away from her mouth. As he felt her coils releasing him, rather than back out or use his muscles to cling onto something, he tensed up his body and pressed his form out against the inside of her upper torso, effectively forcing the rest of his body to slide deeper into her. His motions were guiding him deeper until he felt a tight opening pass over his body. A few seconds later he noticed an odd tingling sensation through his hair, in his nostrils, and around the rim of his eyes. It actually tickled, and eventually grew to be a bit of an itch.

It took him another few moments to realize what was going on, and once he did his body seemed to jerk back to life! His entire form spasmed violently, forcing his coils out against Leera's belly and sides, arcs of snake flesh inside her pushing out to distend her belly, showing the space between each scale! He was bigger or at least thicker than she was, so even without his last ditch effort to escape, his form was bulging her belly out.

A few meters of Montiga's backside and tail were still sticking out of Leera's mouth as she looked back over her form. Her meal's struggling was powerful, so strong in fact that his coiling and bending were actually bending her spine and contorting her gently. She could have flexed her muscles to straighten out and teach the morsel a lesson, but she liked the sensations of a feisty form resisting her. As she looked close, she could see the naga's elbows and hands pressing out right in her middle section; he'd finally pushed into her belly. Not long now at all.

She coiled up over herself, looking down at her belly and patting it gently. Her muscles contracted again, pressing against the last taper of his body before his tail, sucking almost all of him inside of her. His torso and most of his body was already in her belly and not willing to go any deeper, so his body scrunched up inside her.

She gaped open her maw and yawned, Montiga tail still sticking out like a thick scaled tongue. She was realigning her jaw even though her meal was still hanging out her maw, but that wasn't uncommon when slurping back cylindrical prey, or anything with a tail really. She stretched out her arms as she yawned, extending her body some more to envelop the last of Montiga's tail, scrunching her neck and torso in a zigzag pattern to compress the snake inside her.

His struggles were getting weaker by the minute, and the more she coiled up to herself, waving her head back and forth in tight frequency, the more of his form bundled up in her body. She took in a deep breath, windpipe gaping open to inhale as much as she could as the last of the snake disappeared. This was the worst part about eating snakes, even when you completely dominated them, part of them was always resting in the back of your throat, tickling at your gullet, threatening to come out at any time. No matter, she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Montiga's mind was finally shutting down as the snake's form rippled gently over him, one wave after another trailed from his tail to his torso. His thoughts were drifting easily, and he found himself happily succumbing to her surprisingly warm and comfy depths. Inside, he brought both of his hands up to beside his head to lay down on them, nuzzling into the tender mounds of belly wall flesh that served as a perfect pillow. He gave in, letting his body's natural desire to breath inhale her fluids, sucking them back into his lungs and airways. The unpleasant sensation of having his lungs inflated with juices caused his entire body to tense up, his muscles jerking as his form gave one last hurrah against the careless, warm tube of flesh that had swallowed him.

Leera's body was visibly distended from eating a snake thicker than she was, but it didn't look unnatural at all. She had a bulge for over 2/3rds of her length, but none of it was extraneous or obscene. Content and feeling full, she extended her entire body out and pressed her muscles up against a nearby tree to gain some leverage so she could slither her way out of the clearing and back home.

Her mate would be proud of her.

Two Days Later

"So you really kept him in there for two whole days?" Ceylon asked, somewhat distraught at his mate's ploy.

"He wanted to see what it was like to get the prey treatment." She responded simply. She was in her own home, a hollowed out cave in a mountain underneath a waterfall, where she and her gryphon mate kept all of their possessions and slept. It was also where they enjoyed their own vore-related rituals. "Besides, you know I'd never hurt anyone."

The quadruped gryphon trotted around her, keeping his intense blue eyes trained on the naga. "Still, dear, you know we have rules for these things. No more than 24 hours, to be safe. You don't want your cycle refreshing and actually doing what you imitate." He had a point. After she'd accidentally forgot about one of her meals, there was a bit of a scare a week later when she went to actually eat. They'd long since agreed no more than a day at a time.

"Fine, I'll let him out. I was going to give him the full tour and expel him when my cycle reset, but alas, I'll let him go. Just give me a moment. He's kinda compressed in there good."

Ceylon nodded and backed away, leaving his naga partner with all the room to let her meal out.

She took in a deep breath and leaned over, using her arms to hold her torso up as her muscles contracted in waves, starting with her tail and making their way up her body, pressing against each foot of Montiga's form. The initial peristalsis didn't push him out of her belly, but did straighten his body inside her and force his tail out her gaping maw. She held her jaws open as wide as she could as a second wave travelled up her body, forcing more of his body through her mouth. She had to keep her teeth far from the flesh to ensure he had a safe ride out. Foot by foot, wave of muscle contraction after wave. As her form distended up her torso and through her neck, she felt the last bulges of his torso slipping between her gaping maws as he flopped in a ball in Leera's home.

He was absolutely soaking with the predator's faux digestive fluids; it was so thick and viscous that huge webs of it and what looked like thin bubble layers connected one coil to another. Finally free of his fleshy confines, he opened his eyes and coughed up the excess fluid from his lungs to enjoy his first breath of free air.

The purple scaled naga groggily blinked, looking around the dimly lit cave to get a look at the remnants of Leera's gaping, unhinged jaw as she yawned, realigning it. As his senses returned to him, he glanced over his body to see the little puncture wounds lining his body that her teeth had formed, and each one had a sore spot around it.

"Next time, dear, try to be gentle with the teeth. Your fluids really agitated my scales." He rubbed his body gently, wincing at the touch.

Leera flicked her tongue and coiled up around him, nuzzling into him with a smile. Ceylon laughed and went to go make a tea.

"Anything you want, dear. Maybe even one time you can swallow me if you get Ceylon to teach you how to secrete the air-fluid like me."

Montiga's jaw gaped open in amazement. "That...sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea!"