Dining with the Sky
It wasn't every day this sort of opportunity dropped into his coils, the naga mused. In fact, this would probably be the first. The deep blue coils rolled around his capture, and gave it a soft squeeze, eliciting a heavy groan from the black and blue avian's beak. Not only was it rare that he had something with feathers for a dinner date, but that said dinner had been asked for by the smaller male, through contact with a mutual friend. Well, a friend of the hawk's. More one of his returning meals.
Sesostris smiled lazily, looking over the small meal spread on the table before them. It had had only one place setting, for the bird of prey, and though he'd looked confused, the avian had accepted the answer of "I have meal plans after you've had desSsert..." That had been foolish. Giving a tighter squeeze now, he rolled the constricted hawk around in his body, and enjoyed the soft gasps.
The heavy-set, strong naga brought Hawk up to his face, and smiled softly, his strong fingers stroking possessively through the smaller male's crest, black claws drifting through the feathers to glide over the skin beneath. A black forked tongue licks and curls over the open, yellow beak, and slips inside, stealing a kiss as the coils relaxed a little, allowing the hawk to breathe easily. "Thiss is what you assked for, little birdy. You wanted a dinner date with a naga, you musst have known you'd be the dinner. Especially when I can sswallow you without even a challenge..." It was no understatement, given the naga's head was the size of the avian's chest.
'S-So, w-what're you going to do to me? I-I... I did know you'd do this, a-and you can recover me, y-you're a cleric... I-it's why I...' The avian looks away from the deep gold eyes of his captor, struggling, and squirming in those tight scaled bonds wrapping him from neck to talontips, with more than enough of the cobra to spare for more. 'I asked...' His beak stopped moving as those moving coils dragged him down the naga's muscled chest, and pushed his head against the two musky, pulsing lengths of the naga's hemipenes, forcing the avian to smell and breathe in the thick, potent arousal. "Firsst, you get desSsert and then... You're food~" Sesostris grins down, and as the small hawk makes eye contact, then looks down again, getting it, grabs his head, rubbing that beak over one of the twin tips, and smearing silvery pre-come over his nares. "And I trussst you know how... Terminal an idea biting would be... Prey." He grins, as he sees the avian swallow in fear, and open his beak a little, starting, hesitantly to lick over one cool, pulsing tip. "There. You found your place, like a good little morssel, worsshipping me." Relishing in the feeling of power, and control, the cobra makes his meal work, and work he would.
Hawk slipped a hand around each of those cool, fat snakehoods, and groans softly in trepidation, licking over one of them. Eck, tastes bitter... He pulled a face, and was rewarded by that strong, scaled hand forcing his head down onto a shaft, choking as his throat was taken, and his tongue pressed to the underside of that cock, sliding from side to side, pressing into it, trying to pull his head back. His throat was spasming, wanting to swallow the obstruction, and after ten long seconds he was let up, spluttering and gasping for air, as well as coughing up some of that silver.
"No, no. Prey learnss to like the tasste..." Claws softly caressed his throat and chin, making him look up, into those... Deep... Golden orbs. "Repeat. Masster tasstess good."
The retort of "Hey, g-get off!" caught in the bird's throat, a sort of muffled ''toff'.
"Masster tastes good."
'W-Wha...' That gaze was deep, staring into his soul, and smoothing over the objections in the bird's brain.
"Masster tasstes good."
'M-Master... Tastes good.'
Sesostris smiled, and Hawk was filled with a feeling of contentment, the cobra's hypnotic command washing over him. "Master tastess good."
'Master tastes good.'
"There, that wassn't hard." Indeed it wasn't. When the desires were there, all Sesostris had to do was quell the dissenting thoughts. "Now, prey tell, what doess Masster deserve?"
'T-To be worshipped...'
"Good boy." The coils around the avian unravelled a little more, letting him crawl out, on hands and knees, onto the cobra's thick tail. "Now, good preybirdss were tending to Masster to be allowed to sswallow..."
It was a soft statement, said with a smug grin that conveyed utter confidence that the veiled order would be followed. And it was, the hawk starting to lick and suck over those presented lengths like it was his sole purpose. Each lick caused a soft dripping of pre-come over the bird worshipping those cocks, and the tail-tip now rubbing over the avian's exposed shaft ensured that he was rewarded. His hands too slid over those cool spires, and when he started to suckle on the naga's tip, Sesostris let out a deep, contented hiss, body swaying a little. That hot beak and throat was a wonder to the cold-blooded male, exciting him, and providing the prey with plenty of pre to savour and swallow as it rolled over the slim tongue tending to his pent-up need. "Therrre~ Good prey, keep going..."
Strong hands and thick coils gently rolled the tiercel onto his back, and the naga started to thrust into the beak around him, fingers smoothing out the sleek black feathers, and stroking the little avian taper between his legs. The slurping and groans from his crotch had Sesostris very close now, and with a grunt, and a hiss like a steam kettle, he came. Thick ropes of silver semen, plentiful and virile surged down the avian's throat, making Hawk blush and gulp heavily to keep up with the flow. This was twinned with Sesostris' other hemipene spurting heavy, sticky loads over his prey, spread out and exposed before him as the snake basted him in his predator's juices. By the time he'd finished, the hawk's front was silver from neck to knees and his belly visibly swollen with the cobra's come.
Slowly, almost with regret, Hawk pulled himself off the naga's throat-filling meat, coughing and breathing deeply, a hand on his belly in surprise. 'G-Good grief, t-that-' The rest of his words were lost as he blinked, and found himself locked in that hypnotic gaze again, and not hearing the words the cobra spoke. Only his own echo, and realising, in his heart, he wanted this. Nothing in the world would convince him otherwise. 'I-I'm a good bird, and it's time for Master to eat...' He felt coils around his legs, and was lifted into the air, the cobra's hands on his shoulders. He looked up, and into a slick, blue and cavernous mouth, black forked tongue snaking out to lick a drop of silver from his beak. With a swallow, the bird, the cobra's prey nodded slowly, and watched that maw get closer and closer, until the jaws closed around his head, tongue slurping over his feathers.
Hawk struggled and squawked as his head and neck were made slick with saliva, and then, with a powerful gripping feeling around him, he was pulled deeper, the soft prick of the snake's teeth around his chest now. There was a deep, powerful booming, and as he felt another strong tug at his shoulders, and those jaws walk a little further, realised it wasn't his own heart in his chest, but the cobra's. A soft rushing of air past him must be Sesostris' breath, too, an- Ow! Two sharp pricks had sunk deep into his chest, though the pain stopped the moment they withdrew. Hawk's now helpless, struggling body continued the inexorable descent into that wet, muscular throat, jaws sliding around his belly and a-and, oh dear that must be the naga's tongue flickering over his taper.
Sesostris grinned as the struggling in his oesophagus redoubled, the feathers feeling good in there. It was always a pleasure to tease and torment prey like this... The hawk tasted no less aroused then he had been. Oh well. He hadn't said he'd get the bird off! Lifting his huge head up, the naga opened wide, and let gravity slowly slide the rest of the hawk's body to it's resting place, jaws closing behind, and tongue licking all over the male's taloned feet as they too vanished, nothing except a few drifting feathers left of his meal now. Sesostris settled down before the fire.
The muscular, constant pull was ending now. It'd only been a handful of seconds since his feet had felt the last of free air. And now his head was nosing into something tight. Squirming, the hawk pushed his beak through, then his head, feeling the muscle relax, then the tugging of the throat behind him as it deposited the hawk into the cobra's belly. He felt around in the black, tight space, and panicked for a few seconds before he realised he hadn't... needed to breathe for a little while. The soft roar of the naga's breath, and the steady, deep beat of his heart was calming, and nestled in the warmth of Sesostris' stomach. Well... There were worse ways, he guessed... He closed his eyes, and drifted off to the feeling of something pressing, rubbing over his form.
The bulge in his belly felt good, and he couldn't help but stroke it, feel the outlines of the hawk he'd eaten. This one was too much fun to not have back again, and as such, between the fanged bite that'd left his prey not needing breath and dozing, Sesostris was going to enjoy the living heat source inside him for quite some time. He could be got out later... Much later, once he'd gone to visit their mutual friend. Wasn't there some talk of a barbecue today? The cobra slithered out with a grin. Yet another person to convince into worshipping him...