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There were no better hunters than the snakes. Montiga and Basil always worked better together, moving silently, concealing their scents, making sure to leave as few traces as possible. They were well away from any sort of civilization by that point. Even the most isolated campgrounds were several dozen miles back. Out there, in the deepest woods, there were no roads, no trails, and no indication of which way it was to get back to society. Lesser trackers would have been lost, but they remained oriented and laser-focused on their quarry. One slip, one break in their concentration was sure to be dangerous, even deadly.

Thankfully, the raptor wasn’t quite as stealthy as he thought. His tracks may have been subtle, but the snakes were on his trail, following the footsteps he left, or the branches he smacked with his big, scaly body. From the reported sightings, he was far too huge to consider taking on directly. They were going to have to find him, and then set up some sort of trap or ambush. The first step was actually catching up to him, but doing so in the dark was a treacherous game. The beast had the advantage when the sun began to fall, and so the pair of serpents took the time to set up their camp for the night. They could continue the hunt as soon as the morning came.

Sharing a tent, way out there away from everyone else, of course they were happy to have a little fun to help get them to sleep. The day’s hiking had them sweaty, and pressing close to each other’s bulges meant there was plenty of musk to sniff and flick their tongues against. The purple and black-blue snakes intertwined their tails as they 69’d their way through the dark night, blowing off some steam with their slurping and huffing indulgence. Of course it didn’t take them long to get stiff for each other.

Two snakes meant four cocks to rub against each other’s faces. Monty gave Basil a grin as he reached down to start stripping the jockstrap off the other snake. That made Basil’s shafts spring up towards Monty’s face, already wet at the time, leaking for the purple serpent to lap up. Monty slurped generously, but of course he expected Basil to return the favour. The seductive, inverted look he gave from between the other snake’s thighs said as much. One more deep nuzzle of that fine bulge, and Basil finally started stripping the last of Monty’s sweaty clothing down, breathing a hefty dose of pure pheromones until his mouth was absolutely watering.

There was really no need to be subtle about it. Basil wanted what he wanted, and his jaw was flexible enough to wrap around one nice fat snake cock all at once. He went down fast, without so much as flinching, and held it deep in his throat, breathing easily. If he was going to escalate like that, Monty was just going to have to return the favour. The night was so quiet that the [i]glrrrrk[/i] and [i]mmmms[/i] of two snakes deepthroating each other in the farthest reaches of uninhabited woods felt almost obtrusively loud. Hopefully the raptor wasn’t going to be attracted to such wet sucking sounds.

Not that such concerns could have dissuaded either of them in the slightest. They were hungry for each other, jerking each other’s cocks, trading off sucking one then the other. It became a competition of sorts, without so much as a word spoken. Each time one of them sucked especially hard, especially deeply, the other tried to one up him. They got faster and faster, making an absolute mess of each other’s scales, loudly gulping down each other’s prey, working up their combined hisses until it sounded like it was pouring rain in their tent and nowhere else, announcing to all the forest creatures how horny those two snakes were for each other.

When Basil felt Monty getting close between his lips, he started thrusting into the other snake’s mouth, fucking Monty’s throat until neither of them had a choice but to go off in each other’s mouths. The sloppy gulping of two fat cumshots went along with the sound of even more cum splashing over each other’s scales or pouring down on the floor of the tent. They painted their sleeping bags in the scent of snake sense, but they didn’t care. The two of them were locked in each other’s embrace, gripping each other’s hips, squeezing each other's tails, and swallowing down as much cum as their bellies could hold.

Neither of them stopped until the taps were dry, until their plump balls were completely drained. Only then did Basil [i]schlurk[/i] back and sprawled out, panting, drooling a little. He stared at the ceiling of the tent for a few seconds, feeling as if he could drift off right then. His shafts faintly twitched, leaking the very last of his orgasm, glistening with Monty’s saliva. The other snake smirked, slithering up beside him, nuzzling up close, flicking his tongue against Basil’s cheek.

“We’ll celebrate even more when the job is done,” Monty said.

Basil knew they could have had so much more fun despite how hard they just came, but it was safer to just be good. They didn’t want to make [i]too[/i] much noise. More than they already had, anyway. Plus, they had an early morning awaiting them. Not to mention getting too distracted could have proven deadly. Basil did his best to ignore the temptation of the other snake pressed so close, ignoring his cocks when they gave a little twitch, and set his head down. The only thing that could distract him from sleep was a rumble of his belly.

They’d been hiking all day with only their modest packed food to keep them satiated, if not exactly satisfied. Basil was looking forward to getting back after the hunt and celebrating with a big meal, the sort that was going to leave him laid out for a day or two, in typical snake fashion. Apparently his hunting partner was feeling the same. Or maybe even hungrier. That would have explained why he was down by Basil’s feet, stretching his jaws wider and wider, showing off the full depths of his wet, glistening maw inching closer.

“Monty? What are you doing?”

The words came out of him all wrong. That violent serpent ignored him, grabbing him by the ankles, tugging him closer to that open mouth. A flick of his tongue, a long, deep hiss, and he started eating. It was a slow process, even a teasing one, but Basil couldn’t do a single thing about it. His every single muscle seemed to ignore him, tense all over yet useless. He managed a bit of shuddering, but it was like he was somewhere deep underwater, crushed by the pressure on his chest. Lifting his hands was like trying to bench press a thousand pounds, and he could barely even tip his head down to look at the shadowy outline of his partner slowly swallowing him whole without any sort of warning.

Monty knew he had his prey right where he wanted him. Maybe there had been no raptor to begin with, despite the signs. Maybe it had all been just to lure Basil out there and devour him. He inched along, gulping ever so slowly more of the blueblack snake, letting Basil feel his throat hugging around his feet, hissing with hunger. His unblinking gaze flashed with hunger, and with something else, something unnatural, something Basil had never seen before. It left his heart pounding, but most confusing of all, it left his twin cocks fully engorged and absolutely pounding by the time Monty’s jaws were working on his thighs, enveloping him in the wet tunnel that awaited the rest of his body. Basil had to fight down the urge to arch his back, hump the air, and moan about getting swallowed.

That fight was what sent him jolting awake with a rough gasp. He quickly looked down to see if Monty was still there, but his feet were perfectly unswallowed. Monty was quietly asleep beside him and most definitely not eating him. Basil’s jerking awake hadn’t disturbed him. With a shake of his head and a sigh, Basil slowly sat up, trying to make as little noise as possible, and crawled out of the tent so he could get some air. There was nowhere else it was fresher, and one long, deep breath was already enough to clear his head.

Nightmares, on such a regular hunt? He wasn’t sure what was getting him so psyched out. He and Monty always made for the perfect team, taking down dangerous predators and bringing them in for the reward. The raptor may have been clever enough to break free of captivity, but he was still just a beast like all the rest, and that meant he could be outsmarted. Walking over to the cooler to pop it open and down some water, Basil shook off the memories of the dream, if not the residual effects. He was still rock hard, both cocks pulsing and putting out an ample stream of precum. Maybe he was going to have to do something about that.

Just when he started wrapping the fingers of a free hand around one of his shafts, he heard a rustling. It was subtle, more felt than heart, but he had a good sense for those things by that point. Something was lurking nearby, and it wasn’t small. Looking off in the direction of the noise, he thought about calling to Monty, but that would have meant spooking whatever it was. Instead, he began to slowly creep towards it, grabbing one of the tranq guns in the process. He went as quietly as possible, giving absolutely no sign of his approach, until he sensed another sound - this time from much closer behind him.

When he turned around, the raptor was there. The sight froze him cold. How was that even [i]possible?[/i] He didn’t sense the big beast’s approach until it was far too late. It all started to make sense the more he watched the huge dinosaur. That wasn’t a blank, feral look in the raptor’s eye. He was far smarter than that, perhaps masquerading as something less than he really was. He still didn’t bother to say anything, if he even could. Instead, he made his point in a much more visual fashion, striding slightly closer before stopping and lowering himself down, rolling over on his back to proudly show off everything he was sporting for Basil to see in the moonlight. That was worth dropping the gun for.

His eyes were still adjusting, but a flick of his tongue told him everything he needed to know. That musk in the air was even more potent than Basil and Monty’s put together. It made the sight coming into focus all the more enticing. That raptor had a thick, ample pair of haunches to go with a set of enormous nuts, and a cock that was growing bigger and bigger the longer he showed off, as if just having Basil looking at him was arousing enough. He wore what looked like a bit of a grin. It seemed more friendly than a snarl, at least. A lick of the dino’s lips and a nod came with Basil simply couldn’t help but get closer.

Maybe he lacked the vocal cords to speak with Basil, but the two of them were communicating just fine. The snake found himself mesmerized by the sheer prowess of that raptor. He knew there was still danger. Maybe the raptor’s supposed victims had been seduced the same way. Basil was a lot more capable than the average person, though. Besides, Monty was just a shout away. After all that hard work tracking the raptor down, and with his cocks so hard, his whole body in utter need, Basil had earned himself a treat.

When he reached out to touch, silently asking permission, the raptor gave a grinning nod. Definitely more intelligent than he looked, even if he wasn’t going to give Basil a name. Maybe he didn’t even have one. It didn’t matter. Basil got his hands over that huge, stiff spire and started gently stroking, just pulling the skin back and forth. The raptor gave a pleased trill, thumping his tail on the grass a few times from just that small bit of stimulation. He was so rigid, almost trembling in Basil’s grasp, it must have been a long time since he got off. Those huge, swollen nuts said as much, along with that thick, head-clouding musk.

With a scent like that, Basil simply had to taste. He was practically drooling on himself. Flicking his tongue a few more times, he pressed in, nuzzled against the tip, smearing a nice layer of precum all over his face, clinging to his scales, drenching him down to add an extra mark with Monty’s own. After that, he started licking, lapping up all that smooth, silky pre he could, drinking it right off the cock of his supposed quarry. It tasted so good he simply had to swallow it, and it just kept flowing thicker and thicker the longer he licked. That cock wasn’t even fully hard yet, Basil soon found.

Once that juicy raptor dick was standing at its full size, pulsing, spitting, leaking, Basil could feel a twitch under his own tail. Oh he wanted it [i]bad[/i]. All that odd, leftover lust from his dream was influencing him to make what might not have been the smartest decision - given both the size and the supposed appetite of that raptor - but he couldn’t help himself. Moving around that cock, settling down on the raptor’s belly, he lifted his thick tail high to curl it around the raptor’s shaft, stroking, grinding his rear against the base of it, watching the dinosaur for a reaction.

The lusty look he got in return told him to just go for it. The dino was surprisingly unaggressive for what he was. He laid patiently, watching, when he probably could have pounced at any moment if he wanted to. Basil probably wouldn’t have even minded much. The snake slipped up smoothly to sit snugly atop that huge cock, feeling like a king on his new throne, then he got it snug between his cheeks to start slipping ever so smoothly down. It took plenty of stretching, plenty of easing onto that nice, wet raptor dick, but Basil was so damn horny he didn’t care how much it ended up bulging inside him.

Even the first surge, sinking down, taking it inside made for a great big shape in his belly. He was flexible. Down he went, filling up, moving towards the seat of those huge nuts. Bottoming out made him hiss in pleasure and lose his focus for a moment, sitting there snug atop that hefty sack, but that worked fine for the raptor. He could take over a little, reaching out with those claws to take Basil’s hips with surprising care, to start fucking him slowly, deeply, warmly spurting what felt like a constant stream of precum directly inside the snake. Only after he had some time to get used to how good that felt did he actually start riding, rolling his hips, bouncing atop that raptor to hear those pleased little rumbles and chirps again and again.

There was no keeping that quiet for long. It wasn’t like Basil needed to worry about the raptor himself anymore, but it was going to be hard to explain to Monty what exactly he was doing if he woke the other snake up. Then he quickly decided he didn’t care, letting out a big, hissy moan that rang through the dark night. He followed that up by driving down, thumping on those nuts, stuffing himself until he was slightly numb with all the pleasure he was ramming into himself. The raptor got louder too, letting out the occasional growl, the occasional soft screech of pleasure, thrusting right back up into that tight snake rump, eyes watching those twin cocks bouncing and spurting all over his belly.

Of course it woke Monty up. The other snake jolted up when he caught that distinctly saurian sound from so close. A quick glance to the side to find Basil gone and the tent open left him rushing to assist, despite the state of his waking wood. His dicks bobbed along with his frantic rushing out into the open air, but he got a lot less urgent when he saw what was going on. Halting where he stood, tipping his head at the sight, he eventually chuckled, watching those boys going at it. He couldn’t help but squeeze his cocks together and stroke them to the sight while he spoke.

“Ah, I see. Wanted the glory of the hunt all to yourself, did you Basil?” He grinned when he startled the other snake with his voice. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt. Looks like you two are having fun.”

Basil had to try to find his voice amid all the huffing and groaning. “He’s ... he’s not quite the animal we thought we were hunting. Right?”

The raptor just chirped, but it sounded affirmative enough. Monty nodded, satisfied with that. Watching the two of them fuck was all the evidence he needed, really. There was something distinctly intelligent about the way the raptor moved those hips. He wasn’t just going to stand there, though. Striding over, still naked, still dripping after some lusty dreams of his own, he stood beside the pair as they humped and jiggled their fat nuts in the midst of their wet sex, considering where exactly he was going to start. It was pretty obvious at a glance. Those twin snake cocks were just bouncing there, getting totally ignored.

Basil was already making enough noise just getting fucked by the raptor. Getting a second round with Monty’s talented mouth and throat meant he was shouting his moans, arching his back, sending the sound to the sky when the snake started really sucking. Monty felt like showing off a little, squeezing those cocks together to get them both in his mouth at once. The raptor just grinned at the sight, reaching around Monty to keep his grip on Basil, fucking that snake a little deeper, a little faster, really grinding his nuts against that taut butt every time he bottomed out.

It was the kind of thing that could have driven anyone wild. Basil was getting absolutely everything he needed after waking up so pent up, leaking so much down Monty’s throat, clenching hard on the raptor. Still, he kept bouncing, putting as much pressure on his tender button as he could. Yet despite everything that kept building and building, every sensation, every ounce of rising bliss, it was those tight, flexing squeezes that made the raptor cum first.

Basil felt those heavy nuts clenching tight, heard those sharp sounds growing more desperate, wetter, more snarly. The raptor bucked his hips beneath the snake, bouncing Basil up and down, driving the snake’s cocks deep down Monty’s milky, kneading throat. Monty kept sucking, and the raptor bottomed out with a bellowing roar. The sound would have shattered windows if there were any within miles. Instead, it just shook the branches and sent the sleeping birds scattering all around them when he started shooting his thick load deep inside Basil.

The snake felt himself expanding in a moment, getting humped full of spunk until his belly swelled and sloshed, bouncing with every thrust. Basil was so close, riding the edge, the heat, the feeling of fullness to the very brink of cumming. But what gave him pause was briefly glancing down to look for the raptor’s blissful expression, and finding himself instead confronted by a flash of bright fangs and an open, pulsing gullet glistening with all the drool pouring from the dino’s jaws.

Rather than horror, Basil instead found himself recalling the strangely arousing details of that dream. Monty was still sucking, still pleasuring him while he took in that sight. The raptor let him consider it a little longer before he struck. From passive, even gentle, he showed he truly was a dinosaur worth hunting when he lunged suddenly forth, snapping his jaws down over the stunned snake’s face just before Basil came. Whether it was the embrace of that wet maw all over his face, those teeth on his shoulders, or just Monty’s relentless double blowjob, that was the moment Basil finally came.

Monty got even more to swallow than ever, taking that twin blast of snake cum from both cocks at once, guzzling it all down while the raptor started working on his meal. The dino took Basil deeper and deeper with a loud, obvious gulp. He wasn’t hiding what was happening from the other snake. He was loudly [i]feasting[/i], slurping and slobbering, making as much noise as he liked. Monty eventually slipped off those shafts to let the rest of that cum splatter all over the raptor’s scaly belly, painting the spot Basil was going to fill after a few more good swallows. He turned to watch those jaws going to work, and rather than snatch Basil’s legs to pull him out, or run for one of the tranq guns, he simply slipped down to play with the raptor’s nuts while the big dino had his meal. He’d been wanting to touch those ever since he saw them plapping on Basil’s butt.

The snake in the raptor’s jaws didn’t even struggle. He certainly squirmed though, mostly just to feel as much of that throat rubbing over his naked body as he could. It pulsed around him, squeezing tighter, kneading him in a way that made him stiff again despite the last of his orgasm still leaking from his cocks. The raptor was plenty stiff too, using the leverage of his shaft inside his prey to hump a little more snake down his gullet. The closer he got to the middle, the tighter he clutched Basil’s hips, eventually pulling him smoothly off that huge spire with a great big splatter of all the cum his creamed and stuffed prey couldn’t quite hold inside, raining it down all over Monty while the purple snake tended to the raptor’s balls.

For how full his own belly was, Monty couldn’t help but climb up to kneel before that raptor cock and push it slowly past his lips for a shallow sucking throughout the feeding process. He made sure not to suck so deeply as to miss the show. With front row seats, he watched that dripping ass vanishing between the raptor’s teeth, watched Basil’s cocks glide along the dino’s outstretched tongue, and heard the muffled moan inside that scaled throat when the delicious snake got far too excited about getting swallowed whole and went off yet again.

It wasn’t the fattest cumshot he’d ever given, but it was just as satisfying. He spurted right down the raptor’s throat and gave his predator something more to gulp. The dinosaur tossed his head, whipping Basil’s legs and tail through the air, and started gulping more aggressively. The snap of his jaws looked dangerous, but he never actually sank his teeth into his prey. He was surprisingly considerate for a predator, leaving Basil to dwell in the soaking afterglow all the way down into that dark, humid stomach, going from snake into tight, round raptor bulge.

That left the dinosaur happily licking his lips, getting his dick sucked, and already starting to [i]glorp[/i] and churn on a delicious meal who seemed unusually happy to be there. Maybe it was just the musk still playing to Basil’s mind, or maybe he truly did belong there. He wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to enjoy it either way. Rubbing his cocks made the belly bulge jostle about a little. Monty smirked when he saw that. He laid his hands upon it once he popped off the raptor’s dick with a misty of juices, stroking, kneading, helping Basil settle in right where he belonged.

“I always knew you’d find the right predator eventually, Basil. Couldn’t think of a better place for you, really.”

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He further teased by sprawling right across the dinosaur’s belly, his weight making things even tighter in there for him. Humping a little and feeling Basil stroking madly all throughout the heavy churns, he chuckled and took to licking the raptor’s dick, cleaning every single drop of cum from its hefty length that he could. Despite draining his balls, the dino wasn’t any softer. That he still wanted more was obvious from a mere glance. The raptor nudged Monty’s rear with his snout after a while, urging him to get a little closer, throbbing right in his face. The way that oozing cockslit was opening and closing, flexing around nothing at all, Monty was starting to get the idea.

“Ohhh, I see. Still not satisfied yet, hm? Such a greedy dino.”

The raptor gave a little chirp. He might have been agreeing, or he might just have been excited. Monty just continued.

“Let’s see how it feels ...”

Putting some weight down on the raptor’s belly to play with his cock meant squishing Basil a little more. The other snake didn’t seem to mind. He was still stroking, still getting off on his situation no matter how cramped it was getting. Monty was free to indulge himself, and the raptor indulged him right back. Leaning his big snout under the snake’s tail, the dinosaur started licking just to encourage his next prey to keep going, to lean in and start touching, even if it was dangerous to get anywhere close to that hungry cock.

Yet he simply couldn't resist. The scent kept him going, but it was the wet touch of pushing his fingers into that tightly squeezing slit that enticed him further. He felt it clamp up tight around his digits so firmly it held them in place for a moment. Then the raptor loosened his grip, licking that snake generously the whole time, really whipping that tongue up and down from balls to taint to butt to really keep Monty going. The snake considered, slowly inching forth until he could get his whole hand inside and stop to consider the feeling of getting clamped on, getting kneaded and massaged by that ravenous grip. Maybe he was already as good as caught. The thought made him hiss a little.

“Mmm. So tight. So slick. Maybe being your next orgasm wouldn’t be bad at all.”\

Once again the raptor demonstrated how well he understood everything he heard. An excited trill and a nudge of his snout against Monty’s butt urged the snake closer, licking him the whole time, keeping the serpent far too aroused to think straight. Pushing a little more of his arm inside felt good, rewarded with generous, sloppy squeezes of that cock. Getting his face close meant lapping up the thoroughly intoxicating pheromones absolutely wafting from that cock. He couldn’t help but reach his other hand up and see if the dino could accommodate, and the raptor swallowed it up with wet, slurping ease.

With how much pre was flowing from the dino’s dick, things were getting a whole lot noisier. Every hard [i]pump[/i] made for a blissful squelch of juices. Monty found himself getting dragged closer and closer, until he was all but kissing that cocktip. His arms were completely buried, trapped in that embrace and only getting pulled deeper. A faint gasp escaped his lips when he felt the sudden surge of movement that brought his snout right up against that cockslit, smothering him in warmth, soaking his scales and tongue in raptor prejizz. Or maybe that was his reaction to getting a thick dino tongue firmly, deftly worked inside of him, wetly fucking him the whole time he got swallowed.

Once Monty got his head inside, it was all but inevitable. The fleshy squish and [i]schlurck[/i] of juices surrounded him, briefly overwhelming his senses entirely. He blanked out for a few decisive seconds that allowed the raptor to get a whole lot more of him at once. Bringing the snake in past the shoulders, squeezing those arms tight and straight, reaching down towards his balls, the raptor couldn’t help but give another trill of delight. It came muffled when he had the snake all but sitting on his face, but that grew less intense the more of Monty he gulped down. He dragged the snake right off of him, turning him into a nice cock bulge, squeezing harder and harder every second he fed his cock with fresh, horny snake.

The way Monty wriggled all the way down probably felt amazing, rubbing his scales all over that inner flesh like that. The way the raptor’s cock twitched so madly the whole time definitely seemed to indicate such. Even so, the dinosaur remained generous, keeping the pleasure going, plunging his tongue in and out. Monty didn’t even have to stroke his cocks. He was already squirting all over the spire that was consuming him, painting down those scales while he got lifted off that taut belly full of prey.

With a little more room to move around, Basil simply used it to pleasure himself all the harder. The snake writhed so much the raptor’s belly jumped and bounced around, wobbling with the inner motion. No matter how well he’d already drained his balls, Basil had a little more to give. A great big splatter of snake cum soon painted the walls of the snake’s gut, raining down on the dinosaur’s prey, soaking Basil in his own juices along with all the rest around him. The activity got things churning a little more aggressively, a little more loudly to go along with the steady rumble of the raptor’s hungry nuts.

Eventually, the dinosaur simply had to pull his tongue out of Monty in order to open his jaws wide and project a belch into the night air. There was plenty of snake musk on his breath, the scent of Basil’s most recent orgasm carried out by that wet bellow. After that, he laid his head back, huffing, growling out his pleasure while he overtook Monty’s middle with his cock. That shaft was pounding, throbbing so hard that it devoured Monty all on its own. Every single contraction stole another inch of the snake away, bringing his lust-drunk face closer and closer to those hefty, churning balls.

That sack was already working hard before Monty even arrived. They jumped and flexed, going taut and smooth every single time they tightened up between the raptor’s legs. The dinosaur didn’t go anywhere, remaining right where he was on his back, sprawled out, gut activity slowing but still making plenty of noise. Belching out his air meant Basil wasn’t getting much, slowly passing out in complete contentment deep inside, even if it meant getting turned into raptor chub. All that excitement, all that pleasure, and he could rest, right where he was meant to be all along.

It didn’t take too much longer to fully tuck Monty away. The raptor stole one last lick of the snake’s feet before tucking him down into a newly massive pair of nuts that swelled around the shape of his prey. He let Monty sag for a moment, before forcing him into place with a series of rough, commanding clenches. After that it was more of a kneading, a slow, steady massage all around his prey while he sighed and chittered his delight. There was no need to be aggressive. He already had the snakes exactly where he wanted them, and getting away wasn’t even on their minds.

Basil slowly succumbed, sinking down weaker and weaker, too exhausted to think anymore. Meanwhile, Monty found his vigour renewed a dozen times over. Getting shoved down in there, tucked away in the raptor’s cumtanks, soaked on all sides with the freshest spunk possible, that was the perfect place to start double-fisting his cocks. Squeezing them together, pumping them up and down with both hands, panting, grunting, swallowing great big gasps of that saturated, humid, drenching, musky air the whole time. He was lost in a frenzy, and that suited the raptor just fine.

The raptor first took the time to stroke over the outline of the snake in his belly. He simply rubbed at first, running his claws around the outline of Basil’s form to admire how good he looked in there. After that, he started poking and prodding to see if he could still provoke any activity. There were still some twitches and reactions from Basil, despite him being near or completely unconscious. He was still very much alive, but the steady churns, the constant [i]glurrrrn[/i] of hunger ready to melt him down and convert him into some haunch weight and maybe a bit of extra scale shine.

Monty wasn’t near giving up in there, even with the cum slowly rising up around his body, soaking even deeper into his scales. It felt like that thick jizz was getting right into him, going right through his skin with how potent it was. Maybe that was just the sensation of getting utterly saturated with the heavy musk it carried. Even if the raptor shot him out right that moment, it was going to be difficult to ever wash that scent away. And he wasn’t going anywhere. Delighting in his captivity, pleasuring himself, letting the danger fuel him, Monty brought himself to the edge of the best orgasm of the night.

Maybe that cum really was getting inside of him. His own balls felt so full, even bloated. He didn’t worry too much about the situation when everything felt so good. His hands were shaking once his twin cocks really started trembling. He was leaking, hissing, but what really set him off was feeling the raptor himself reach down and give him a fond squeeze. It was a subtle thing, but the fondling and groping from the outside made Monty completely lose his focus. He couldn’t hold anything back. The sound of his orgasmic cry seemed to echo in that sloppy chamber for a second before getting drowned out by the steady [i]glorps[/i] of cum sloshing and splatting all around him.

What really kept Monty going was the feeling of slowly sinking into the cum all around him. He was adding to the mess in two ways at once. Things were slowing down, but what was already done was irreversible. All he could do was pour his cumshot all over his belly, his chest, his face, his mouth. It was hard to tell whose spunk he was actually swallowing as he slowly sank into the puddle all around him, but it didn’t really matter. He was caught up in the sauna, in the hot tub experience of getting gently digested by the sleepy raptor, and that was exactly where he was going to stay until day broke once more and he vanished right along with Basil.

A big, slightly chirping yawn and the raptor eventually rolled over onto his side with a heavy slosh of his softening prey. His belly flopped to the ground and his nuts ended up draped over one of his thick thighs. Now and then there was a surge of activity when his gut suddenly compacted around the softening snake inside it, mashing Basil down tighter and rounder, smoothing over his edges, adding him to the casually predatory dino's body. Monty too found himself subjected to the occasional heavy [i]PUMP[/i] of pressure, but for the most part he was safe to relax and slowly settle down to sleep in there. The raptor had already beaten him to that.

Listening to the distant, very muffled breathing of the dinosaur snoozing with his prey in place, head swimming, musk soaked into the spaces between every single scale, Monty found himself finally succumbing. Not in any sort of unpleasant way. All it took was letting go, relaxing, and settling down into the thick, rising nutslop overtaking every single inch of his body. Nothing could have been more comfortable, and knowing he was going to make that sexy raptor feel so damn good all throughout the night only made it better.

Hours passed with the sound of gurgling blending with the raptor’s gentle snores, and the crickets and frogs performing their usual night symphony. The dinosaur snoozed right in the middle of that camp, surrounded by all the traps that were meant to take him down and bring him in. Instead, his body processed the two snakes slowly, yet steadily, minute by minute. Siphoning them away, shrinking that gut, tightening those nuts, smoothing the bugles and shapes that pushed up under his scales meant that by the time morning came, there was little to no definitive sign at all of the serpents he’d devoured. Though the effects were plenty visible.

He rolled over again, kicking his feet up in the air, letting his belly wobble with the movement. That raptor was carrying plenty of extra fat all around his middle, and plenty more went to his ass. His haunches were jiggling about as he happily kicked his feet up in the air, stretching and yawning. It didn’t take long before the sleepiness gave way to the horny tension that came with churning Monty down to nothing more than his next cumshot. That stiff urgency throbbed through the dino’s entire body until he simply had no choice but to take care of it.

To really milk that prey-fuelled cock, he was going to need his claws and tail alike. Wrapping the latter around the base of his engorged, dripping shaft, he was free to stroke the rest and keep it steady, pointed at his thickened middle. His balls weren’t just fuller after churning up Monty, his dick itself was fatter, thickened out by all that potency he’d absorbed. Monty was making a hell of a contribution to the raptor’s body, but even more of one to that surging, impending climax that left the raptor loudly snarling, screeching, and splashing his scales until they shone in the rising sun as if kissed by morning dew.

Not only did the isolation of the forest make for a good hunting ground, it also meant the raptor could make all the noise he liked when he came without fear of alerting any other prospective hunters. A proper [i]roar[/i] was exactly what that cumshot deserved. Monty had been melted down and completely converted over the course of the night, turned to little more than all that thick cum shooting up the raptor’s cock and then splashing all over his fattened belly and open jaws. The dino ended up drinking some of his own spunk for how much of a mess he was making, gushing, spraying, hosing himself down, painting nearly every single scale while he curled his toes and twitched his gripping tail.

Only when he’d milked his balls completely dry did the raptor settle down. It was like waking up for a second time, blanketed in his own cum, panting, shuddering his pleasure until it finally began to fade. Then he rose, rivers of cream rolling over his hide, and shook off a little. A quick glance around the camp confirmed there was no more thread. Someone would find that spot eventually, when another foolish hunter or group of hunters set out in search of the raptor. Maybe they’d take it as a warning, maybe not. The raptor didn’t concern himself with it further, slowly stirring off with his extra pudge bouncing up and down with every step. Those snakes made for such good padding, whether on his swaying belly, his thick haunches, his extra heavy nuts, or his slowly softening cock, and the raptor was sure the next group would be just as weak to the temptation of his sexy, predatory body.

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Monty would have remained right where he was, all sprawled across the dino’s belly and admiring every inch of it, but the raptor had other ideas. He’d been so passive until then that it was almost startling to see him suddenly roll over and leave the snake sliding off of him so he could get to his feet. Monty hadn’t actually seen him at full height yet. He was a big damn reptile, and looked even more impressive from the ground. There was nothing aggressive about the raptor’s movement though. He simply had an urge, an itch that simply had to be scratched, and he wasted no time showing Monty exactly what he wanted.

Lifting that thick tail high, the raptor gave Monty a good look at those haunches, along with his fat balls from the back. He was too tall to properly mount, even once Monty was up on his feet and reaching up to hold the dino by the hips. That wasn’t what he wanted. Instead, the snake took the hint with a soft chuckle and pushed his snout to the base of that tail, nuzzling that taut ring before kissing and slowly licking around the raptor’s rim. A slow, steady bit of attention, swimming in dino musk the whole time only got Monty more and more caught up in serving him.

“Mmm, naughty boy, aren’t you? I bet you don’t get to feel this often.”

The raptor was enjoying it so much he had to lower his haunches down and put some extra weight on Monty’s face, and then a little more. At first it was just a cushy smother, but eventually it was something more than that. The raptor sat on him firmly enough to take more than his tongue inside. For how tight that hole seemed at first, it was more flexible than Monty expected. The snake soon found himself getting caught up in the musky confines of the dino’s rear, eased into the flexing tunnel that awaited him, stuck in a grip so tight, so demanding, that he wasn’t sure he could pull his snout out if he wanted to. He didn’t bother to try.

Instead, he huffed, both amused and aroused by the change in plans. The dinosaur simply couldn't help himself. That big creature tossed his head, growling, chirping, glancing back now and then to check on Monty’s progress of sinking inside of him. He wasn’t letting up. Nor did he give Monty much of a chance to adjust. He simply kept on sitting down, slowly bringing the snake to his knees for how much weight he was trying to support. Sinking into a low squat over his prey, easily squishing that stretchy hole down on Monty’s thighs, he left the snake doing the only thing he could.

Rather than grip the raptor’s rear and try to push or pry himself out of there, Monty reached down to put both hands on his cocks and start stroking himself. The raptor had made his decision. He could only enjoy the situation as much as he could. And he got plenty of pleasure out of it, getting steadily kneaded by those scrunchy, smooth insides hugging all around his face, then his shoulders. The raptor’s contractions of pleasure occasionally hastened the process, dragging a little more of Monty inside with a sudden clench, and the snake’s response was to keep pumping his shafts as hard as he could while he still had free use of his arms.

That lasted for a while as the raptor overtook his chest, but eventually Monty found himself with his arms pinned to his sides by that taut anal grip, leaving his shafts dripping and needy. He didn’t quite manage to finish before he was getting pulled right up off the grass by those powerful contractions. The closer his shafts got to that ring, the more of a mess he made, left hissing, shuddering, humping the air in increasingly dire need of release. At least Basil was waiting for him in there, once his long journey ended. And in the meantime, he was just going to have to enjoy that flexing passage as much as he can.

His rigid twin cocks inched closer and closer to the rim that was devouring the rest of him. Monty sucked a breath in anticipation, almost too tender and engorged to take it. He didn’t have a choice. A briefly startled gasp escaped him when he felt that first squeeze around the very tip of his leaking dicks. Spreading out the pressure over the rest of his shafts made it more bearable. Even so, he ended up twitching, kicking his legs, lashing his long tail as he got eaten by the raptor’s ass, jerked off by the natural muscle movements bringing him inside. He ended up slicking things up all around him for how much mess he was making, turning the sounds wetter to go along with the general crackle of insides working all around his confined body.

There was no room to move, nor to speak. Monty just had to stay there and let the squirming raptor consume him. When he was over halfway done with his prey, the dinosaur squatted down deep to press the snake’s feet to the floor, serving as a base for his new living dildo. Rather than continue to swallow him away all at once, the raptor took the time to make his cock extra stiff by riding that snake prey, bouncing up and down over his trapped body, stroking his shafts in the process. The raptor’s own shaft squished up to his full, sagging gut, putting some pressure on Basil, misting his underside with all the juices he was milking out with Monty pressed right up against his prostate.

The dragging flesh against his cocks was far too much for Monty to endure before long. He gave a muffled hiss and a moan as well, legs going stiff inside the raptor when he came again. The heat of his own cumshot only added to everything around him, leaving him sweltering, panting, shaking as he emptied his continued balls inside the raptor’s ass. Every squeeze of pleasure from the dinosaur himself only squished that jizz into Monty’s scales, lubing him up nicely for going a little deeper. The raptor never stopped going up and down on his toy, even as Monty found himself getting weaker and weaker from the sheer overstimulation.

For all the pleasure of riding Monty, it wasn’t until the raptor fully claimed his prey that he hit an orgasm of his own. He tilted his body forward, lifting his haunches all the way up and taking Monty with him. Soon the snake was nothing but a pair of feet and the tip of a tail framed inside a slowly tightening raptor rim. The last of those purple scales vanished into the dinosaur’s rear, leaving that belly sagging lower and lower as the serpent accumulated in the twisted passages that led to the dino’s belly from the back. Basil awaited, still stroking, idly pleasuring himself, only partly aware of everything that was happening. His mind was far too fuzzy to really anticipate Monty’s arrival.

When the snake was fully tucked away under the raptor’s lifted tail, the dinosaur finally came. He emptied his nuts like he’d been pent up for weeks, even after all the spunk he’d already shot in or on his prey. Splashing his belly with those ropes, he eventually turned himself over and flopped down on his back again, toes curled, balls clenching. Great, hot splashes of seed painted him from gut to face, or just misted the grass all around him. Basil got jostled around by all the movement, but he eventually had a scaly cushion to press against when all the extra pressure and contractions rushed Monty in to join him.

The two snakes ended up in a tangle at first, shoved together suddenly, leaving that gut shaking from side to side and bouncing up and down until they settled. It didn’t take them long to figure out where they needed to be. Their end to the night looked much like how they began, with each of them between each other’s legs, faces pushed against two pairs of stiff cocks. The new confines were much more cramped than their tent, but the two of them were hornier than ever. A little licking soon gave way to slurping and suckling, deepthroating each other as if they were locked in a competition to milk the cum out of the other’s balls first.

Of course they were getting digested the entire time. That wasn’t lost on them. If anything it just motivated them to go faster before the air got too thin. A belch from the raptor only made things more urgent. Blowing out some of their air meant the walls were closing in tighter on them, squeezing, squishing, soaking them in digestive fluids that didn’t do anything more than faintly tingle yet. It was going to take some time to get through those scales of theirs. They could suck all they liked until then, [i]mmmfing[/i] and [i]schlurping[/i] their sloppy mutual suck session. Every time the walls gave a little knead in on them, or there was an especially prominent [i]GLORP[/i] of activity from that raptor belly, their cocks throbbed all the harder. The countdown to being raptor pudge had both snakes in a horny frenzy that only had one way to break from it. Assuming they didn’t get churned down or simply pass out before they could finish.

It was hard to say who actually ended up winning, so to speak. Maybe it was mutual. Each of them had their nose pressed tightly to the balls of the other, smothered in each other’s musk even as the air grew a little more acidic with each passing minute. It wasn’t going to distract them. They made each other’s nuts clench up tight, made each other twitch and grip tighter, squeezing thighs, hips, and rumps, and then unloaded in each other’s mouths within moments from each other. Maybe it was more a question of who came the hardest, but even then it would have been a close competition too.

They pumped and gushed way past their usual output. The two of them ended up absolutely guzzling cum, and it didn’t stop until they were twitching and dry-firing between each other’s lips. That mutual orgasm was like magic, syncing their bodies so perfectly. Maybe it was a preview of what it was going to be like, all melted down together, part of the raptor together. They held on a little longer, pulling off slowly, dreamily. Drooling, coughing, and most of all happily hissing. The sound echoed around with the rest of the sloppy, churning noises as the walls closed in, tightening over their every detail. In the warmth, surrounded by the wet cacophony, and with that potent afterglow still flowing through their veins, sleep had never been more tempting.

Passing out together, noses still in each other’s crotches, it wasn’t clear if the snakes had simply drifted off or if they had passed out from the lack of air and sheer exhaustion. Those orgasms had milked every single last remaining drop from them, leaving their bellies swollen even as the raptor’s own gut worked on them. The dinosaur himself yawned and stretched his legs out, wiggling into the nook in the grass beneath him to get comfortable. It was going to be a long night digesting all that snake meat, but his body was up to the task.

In the hours that followed, the subdued serpents slowly softened, sinking down even deeper into their mutual embrace. Those acids were potent, but it was still a gradual process of becoming one, indistinguishable mass as that scaly gut smoothed over and eliminated all their distinct features and bulges. There was just a round shape sticking up in his belly, and that too shrank down after enough sustained [i]glrrrrrn[/i]ing and hissing of acids. Those juices doing their work almost sounded like the snakes themselves, but neither Basil nor Monty was stirring after a few hours spent in cauldron, getting melted and assimilated, ever so slowly thickening out over the course of the night.

The raptor must have been having pleasant dreams. Even before the dawn broke, digesting the snakes made him rock hard all over again, throbbing and projecting his musk while he painted his shrinking middle in pre. When the light returned and he awoke, he outright flinched at the sensation of how stiff he was. There was no rush to get up right away with that camp dormant and surely no other foolish hunters on the way anytime soon. He was free to have some fun.

That raptor gut had shrunk down and gurgled through every last trace of the snakes over the course of the night, but it was still plenty big. The pair made for plenty of pudge, and it was perfect for humping and grinding on from his prone position. He kept going for a while, smearing himself even more, giving himself a fresh coat of scent, but eventually he relented. Rolling over, dripping, still throbbing, he felt his fattened gut drop down to press against his shaft, jiggling with every single movement. His haunches were plenty heavy too, carrying some extra weight to make him look all the more enticing to anyone who wanted to slip under his tail just like Monty.

Jerking off would have been nice enough, but the raptor could do better than that. Leaving the hunters’ camp how he found it, to be a monument or perhaps a warning, he took off in the direction of civilization once more. He knew exactly where to find fresh prey, both to feed his growing desire for squirming meals, and to help drain his engorged balls. Digesting someone always made him so productive, even when he melted them in his belly and turned them into raptor pudge. He was just going to have to keep up his rampage and satisfy himself in every way he liked until he met a hunter or hunters with more willpower than the snakes he was wearing on his gut and backside.