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Cherno had been feeling much like he was lugging a stone around with him everywhere he went of late. Tired, worn down, and simply in need of a breather. The days were a blur, and he wasn't quite sleeping right. Some people might have arranged for a vacation, or a night out on the town, but the weary buck had a less elaborate solution in mind.

His path home walked him right along the edge of the untamed woods, a pleasing contrast to the bustle of civilization he'd just left behind, and finally its call became impossible to resist one hazy afternoon. So he was soon off the usual path and wandering among the trees, feeling almost immediate relief when that wonderful silence fell upon him, the cars and clamour gone.

Deer that he was, frolicking in the wild came naturally. He didn't exactly frolic so much as simply stroll, but close enough. His hooves were meant for unmarked paths like these ones, weaving in and out of the trees, the sun partly concealed beneath the leafy coverage. A little farther in, and he even saw actual deer, trotting along, seemingly oblivious to his presence at first, and then inquisitively staring when he got closer. Did they recognize him as their kind, or were they too far removed from their common ancestor?

He didn't exactly look like them. They with their natural colours, brown and speckled white, and him with his bluish-grey tone and hair splayed down his shoulders. He held his position, and they stared a little longer, chewing blankly, before moving on. A little chuckle, and went on his way, splashing his hooves in a little trickling stream, not caring if he got the bottom of his pants wet. The sights were one thing; the fresh scents of nature were invigorating, enough to make him swell his chest with sweet, relaxing warmth. Humid but never unpleasantly so.

There was one particular scent hovering in the air, subtle among all the others, yet strangely delightful. He couldn't place it, couldn't compare it to anything he might have named. But it made him wander in that direction, curious. Some kind of flower he had never quite smelled before? Yet it seemed more carnal to him than that. As if sniffing it deeply into his lungs were some sort of lewd act, one that left him feeling not quite aroused, but unusually relaxed, maybe even touching upon blissful.

Such was the allure of curiosity, Cherno didn't even look back as he wandered deeper and deeper through the trees, far from any sort of recognizable landmark. There were no trails out at that point, simply thick, untouched forest as far as he could see. Making his way back wasn't exactly going to be easy, said a voice in the back of his mind. But what was life without a little adventure? A little impulsive, ill-advised, potentially dangerous adventure?

There was a little patch of forest where the sun simply seemed to shine down brighter, warmer. Like a little oasis in the rainy spring weather, dry and comforting. The sun pierced through the damp leaves, and Cherno was filled with thoughts of simply setting up camp right there for the night. If he didn't have somewhere to be in the morning. And had brought any sort of camping supplies whatsoever.

Deer had been the largest wildlife he'd seen up until then. Other than that, a few birds fluttered off on his approach, and all else was silent. If there was anything so dangerous as wolves and bears around, he saw no sign of them - and the abundance of deer implied they were few. So he almost didn't see it at first. That enormous, motionless presence that blended in startlingly well with the surrounding foliage above, stretched out across a particularly sturdy branch.

Cherno thought if must have just been a model at first, a statue left there as a prank to startle hikers, or maybe as some sort of sciencey nature... thing. That was until it moved. All at once, the buck was frozen to the spot, looking up with gleaming eyes to observe the titanic creature just above him. Stretched across the branch, some atop, some slowly swaying beneath, and then coiled thickly down the trunk of the tree that held it was the biggest snake Cherno had ever seen. And it was looking right back at him.

At first there was fear. He wasn't exactly an expert on snakes, but he knew it was too big to be a python, so that left his best guess at anaconda. A speckled green beast, muscular and intimidating, flicking its tongue smoothly as it observed him. A constrictor, a hunter, as far as he knew. Known to swallow its prey whole. Prey much larger than Cherno. And though it looked relaxed, calm, something told him it was probably faster than him, able to slither after him the moment it dropped to the ground. Which it was surely going to do at any second.

Though once he got over his initial startle, he considered the situation. He lived in a place that was distinctly not the natural habitat of giant anacondas, as far as he knew. Maybe it was a zoo escapee, surely hungry after growing accustomed to a life in captivity, being brought its meals every day. Or maybe it was simply a person.

"Hello?" he asked, phrasing it like a question.

"Greetings," the snake said in a pleasant male voice, and immediately Cherno relaxed, shoulders slumping back down and the almost painful tension leaving his legs. His heart was still going pretty fast though.

"Ah, you're... I thought you were... yes, hello there! Sorry to disturb you."

The snake gave a soft chuckle. His voice was male, and distinctly smooth, well-spoken. Lacking that typical hiss as he enunciated carefully. "Did you think me a wild animal, perhaps?"

"At first glance. Sorry about that," Cherno said, not knowing whether or not that might be considered rude.

"Quite reasonable. I am out here in the wild, after all." He shifted his coils some up there, and for some reason Cherno thought he looked incredibly comfortable up there.

"Mm. Do you live here? I didn't mean to intrude."

"Not at all. Sometimes I simply feel the need to slither off somewhere quiet and bask in the lack of anything for a while. You as well?"

Cherno was feeling relaxed enough to walk a little closer, just to hear a little better. The snake didn't raise his voice at all, speaking in a low, relaxed murmur that sounded a bit sleepy, or maybe just content. As he approached, he caught a little more of that certain scent. Unmistakable as it was impossible to place, it was like a texture he could smell, and made him think of running his hands across the serpent's scales as they gleamed there in the sunbeams shining through the branches.

"Oh, that's pretty much why I'm out here, too, yeah. Though now I'm a bit worried I've wandered too far, I admit."

"Not to worry. I can always show you the way back, when you're ready," the snake said, and gave a polite bow of his emerald head. "Samael, or just Sam, by the way. A pleasure to meet a like-minded someone out here."

Cherno narrowed his gaze, giving Sam a sideways glance. His words caused an odd feeling to run through him, like a set of fingers caressing down his spine. He wasn't carrying much on him, but all of a sudden he felt suspicious that perhaps the snake was going to rob him. It wasn't like he would have been able to overpower those muscular coils once they got a hold of him.

"Yes... maybe," he replied, cautiously.

"I admit, sometimes it's tempting, the thought of leaving it all behind and becoming some feral creature. Free of responsibilities."

"I think I'd miss delivery," Cherno said, with a shrug.

"Likewise. Food that brings itself to you is so much easier than hunting."

"Right... that." There was an increasing feeling of having pressing business elsewhere, shifting uncomfortably on his hooves.

"Ah, apologies. I assure you, I am no hunter. Just a particularly large snake, soaking in the sun, trying to forget about having to be a person."

At that, Cherno gave a small chuckle. "It does weigh heavily sometimes, doesn't it?"

"Mm. We're all still animals after all, aren't we? Perhaps from very different ancestors, but we once all shared in the same goals. And that was concerning ourselves primarily with eating and sleeping, before we went and complicated things."

Cherno gave a smile, and shrugged. "Well, if it's contemplative isolation you were hoping for, maybe I ought to leave you alone."

Sam shook his head. "No need. There's only so long I can stare at leaves, really. I'm grateful you came along and gave me something more interesting to look at."

The buck's cheeks just got a little warmer, though he folded his arms. "You're awfully flirtatious for someone who hasn't even learned my name yet."

Sam gave a seemingly amused flick of his tongue. "It's what comes naturally to snakes. And here I am, out here, embracing nature. May I ask for it, then?"

"Cherno," he relented, having trouble staying standoffish with such a friendly snake.

"Ah, well then, Cherno. I must apologize for my tone growing flirty when a devastatingly handsome buck simply saunters up to where I'm dwelling. In the same sense an astronomer must, for the sake of decency, apologize for the awe he feels, gazing out into the mysteries among the stars."

"Oh you are just shameless, aren't you?"

"Quite."

"Well, for what it's worth, I have never seen a snake like you before. At least not in the flesh. Anaconda, is it?"

"Correct. I see you know your snakes. Would you like to join me up here? The view is breathtaking."

The tail end of the snake's massive body lowered near the base of the tree, curled. It would have made for an ample seat. Cherno stood considering it for a while.

"I don't generally cuddle with strangers. Especially those whose cuddles can kill."

"I assure you, I am far from a squeezing mood. Though I would appreciate the warmth. It is not quite my kind of weather today."

Again, Cherno just stood, observing. The snake's demeanour was so relaxed, so seemingly worry-free and content with the state of things, that it almost made him jealous. He wanted to feel like that. And then, there was that scent. That slightly flowery but otherwise indescribable something that left him desiring little else more than running his fingers over as much of those scaly coils as he could. So, despite his better judgment telling him not to trust even such a friendly snake, he approached. Stereotypes were just that after all, weren't they?

That chairlift, of sorts, remained on offer, and he had a seat there, feeling that thick tail curling beneath his thighs and lifting him right up. It seemed effortless on the snake's part, simply scooping him off his hooves and supporting his weight like it was nothing. Just the ascent alone was oddly invigorating, watching the ground disappear below him so quickly like that. Maybe he could have climbed that tree on his own, but it would have taken him a lot longer than accepting the snake-lift.

Samael placed him right up against his coils, soon answering the question of just how they felt as Cherno braced himself and caught his balance, clutching their scaly bulk. There wasn't much else to hang onto, so he just leaned his weight into the snake, gazing first at the distance to the ground, and then out towards the horizon once he felt steady. Sam was right. The view was enough to take a breath over, at least.

In that particular tree, jutting just above the others, Cherno felt like he could see forever. The forest arched and bent up and down the hills in the distance, the very tips of distant trees beginning to glimmer orange as the first hints of sunset touched them. Pristine, untouched nature stretched vast in one direction, while in another it was abruptly cut off by the first signs of paved roads, of apartments and businesses. Concrete grey in contrast to the green beyond.

Cherno sat in silence a while, simply leaning close to the snake. Chirping birds and Sam's seemingly contented hisses were the only sound. He felt soothed, both by the emptiness around them, and by the company. Like he could just lay down against that hefty snake and take a nap. He caught himself stroking up and down those scales,could be called cuddling, or maybe it was just general closeness as they shared the rising sunset together. Cherno felt him shifting closer as it got darker around them, but it was probably just for the warmth he provided.

The peaceful moment was only interrupted when a noticeably noisy gurgle came from the anaconda's coils, near where they were pressed and slightly curled around the deer's side. That snapped Cherno out of it for the time being, turning his attention to where that sound had come from. A hungry giant snake, with nothing else edible in sight? That probably wasn't the safest choice of company.

"Dinner time?" he asked.

"It's starting to get late, isn't it? Pardon my stomach. Perhaps it's time I started heading back. If you're unsure of the way, I'm happy to show you."

Cherno felt again that cool relief when Sam suggested leaving, rather than any sort of malevolent intent that ended with an entire deer inside his belly. He had curled around to face him once more, presenting the deer with his broad snout, and his deep, expressive yellow eyes, never blinking. Even his breath smelled sweet, carrying that same something that permeated the rest of him, and was starting to make Cherno consider things he normally never would have thought about with someone he just met. Was it some sort of snake hypnosis thing? That probably would have been offensive to suggest - more likely it was just that he happened to be an especially attractive snake, the likes of which the buck had never realized he had a thing for.

"Yeah, I should probably go back to being responsible. But..." He considered, still wondering if he could trust this complete stranger. If they were even still strangers, having shared in that quiet moment together, despite saying little. "Would you like to come here again sometime? I think I can find my way back, and if you have the time..."

"I would like that a lot," Sam said, and flicked his tongue with a smile. "Does Tuesday work for you?"

A voice in the back of his mind wondered if he was arranging a date. Or maybe it was just time spent with a new friend? He wasn't sure, but he nodded in agreement. "Same time?"

"Sounds good to me. Do you mind if I coil you a little? Just to be sure I don't accidentally drop you on the way down."

Cherno knew how powerful those squeezes could have been, but he was fairly certain a snake with intent to crush him wasn't going to ask first. "That's fine."

Shortly after, he felt those muscled coils flexing around his waist, grasping him like a belt. They were tight, holding him firmly as Sam easily plucked him from that spot on the branch, lowering him down towards the ground safely. No harm done, but Cherno could definitely feel the power in those coils, wielded with such delicacy. Sam followed behind, slithering his way down from where he'd wrapped himself around the tree, mostly graceful but a few parts of him thudding to the grass below in the process. The buck stood well back so as not to be squashed by all that weight coming down.

He let the snake lead the way, following along beside those writhing coils as they stretched right out. All bundled up, and Sam was big enough. Stretched out, and Cherno could hardly believe just how long he went on for. As the deer walked a few feet behind his head, his tail was weaving through the grass dozens of feet behind. Cherno was pretty sure it was just natural anaconda size, but it still looked simply impossible in person.

His eyes were on those coils the whole time, nearly causing him to collide with a few trees along the way. There was something unnaturally mesmerizing about the way Sam moved. Sure he'd seen snakes before, but never one so big. And not one that he'd spend a while cuddled up to, savouring in the peace and quiet. It was enough to make him a bit disappointed when they arrived at the edge of civilization once more.

"I think this is where our paths split," Sam said, with a bow of his head. "It has been a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you again, Cherno."

"Likewise," the deer answered, imitating the bow.

His cheeks were feeling hot, and he just stood watching the snake depart for a while, still fascinated by the swishes and sways of those coils. It wasn't until Sam was a good ways away, and paused to glance back at him that he remembered to move, embarrassed to be caught staring, hurrying off towards home.

When he got to his door, he found himself unusually winded. Just not quite able to breath steadily, despite not being at all out of shape. A bit of a hike shouldn't have been enough to tire him out, and he didn't feel tired either. More just... warm. It wasn't the weather, which was chill enough to make him pull his light coat a little tighter to his shoulders. Spring, so they said. It didn't feel like it. Was such a big cold-blooded reptile like Sam going to be okay on the way home?

That snake was still on his mind, clearly. He could still picture him slithering through the grass, winding through his thoughts, and making him wish they were still together. As he stepped inside and began to undress, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Snakes were sexy, that was just a fact, but he had never truly noticed it until he spent a short while with the anaconda. The feeling of his tail wrapped around his waist, briefly as it had been, came back to him and he had to sit down.

There was no denying it. He was feeling turned on, enough that he unzipped his pants and simply gave himself some room to firm up. That scent, that sensation of scales against his fur, those thick, flexing coils... he wanted it all. Pressed against him, closer, closer. Yes, he was a friend, a new friend, a good friend, but Cherno wanted more. More feelings, more touches, more time spent close.

It didn't have to move quickly. But the mere thought of dating such an attractive serpent was enough to get him to full. And several minutes later, he was cumming on his belly, shirt lifted high to keep from hitting it, thinking about those coils wrapped all around him, from shoulders to hooves, squeezing, keeping him safe.

His breath came back to him in a sudden gasp, nearly choking him in surprise as he came down from the pleasured high. A feeling of guilt set in afterwards. He didn't even know Sam that well. Not even his last name, or what he did, where he lived. And whether the feelings were even mutual. But there was no denying it. From just a short exposure, a short time spent in calm and welcoming company, and he'd developed a fondness. Tuesday felt so far away.

***

He spent the weekend lounging, getting work done, and thinking about the upcoming encounter. The idea of telling some friends about their encounter occurred to him, but for some reason he liked it better as their own little secret. Surely a few friends would be delighted to know he was set up for a date - if it even was one, anyway. But for whatever reason he feared others disapproving, even trying to talk him out of going to see Sam again. When he first saw him, he thought about how dangerous he could be, and they probably would too.

If Sam intended to harm him, he already had the perfect chance while they were there, after all. They were alone, far from anyone who might hear him call for help, and he hadn't even told anyone he was wandering into the woods. Every opportunity was there, and nothing had come of it. And to think, a deer like him had simply basked affectionately in the presence of such a deadly predator. Maybe he wasn't the most instinctual anymore, but that still tickled at his old cervine instincts to think about befriending someone who might have seen him as food in generations past.

When the day finally rolled around, he found himself fidgeting throughout the day. He'd lost some sleep, and he wasn't really sure why. Was it anticipation, nervousness, worry of something going wrong? Something he might say to ruin their little... whatever it was? Or maybe some part of him was still a little frightened of meeting a giant snake all by himself. He thought about texting someone, just to let them know where he was going in case something happened, but he decided to pass on that.

Instead, he just ventured off the sidewalk and into the trees as before. The path wasn't exactly easy to find, unmarked as it was, but after a few minutes of tentative wandering, he caught that certain something again. Sam had been that way, and recently. Unless that alluring scent of his lingered for a while. More obvious was the markings in the flattened grass, a clear trail directing him along the snake's path. He followed, eager.

Sam was waiting for him, not in a tree this time, just tightly curled up down near a tree in a spot where the sun shone particularly bright on his scales. All his coils piled up like that made for one impressive stack, glimmering pleasantly as Cherno stepped forth. When he saw the buck, Sam gave a pleasant smile.

"Afternoon, Cherno. It is unfortunate how chilly it is today."

He hadn't really noticed, but it was a few degrees lower than last time perhaps. Waving in return, he stepped close, and in basking in that scent and presence, he already felt soothed, forgetting about his other worries. Maybe it was that particular patch of forest, that warm, sunny clearing where the rest was shady. Or maybe it was the company.

"Did you need me to bring you a blanket?"

"A very, very long sock would also do."

Cherno took a moment to laugh at the image that painted in his head. But he did feel a bit of concern for his cold-blooded friend.

"You're not going to freeze over, are you? Need me to warm you up?"

"Oh, I'm already getting warmer just to have you here with me." Sam flicked his tongue, and then chuckled. "Literally speaking, that is. I can feel how warm you are from here. Mammals are such furnaces."

Cherno came a little closer, then carefully raised a hand, hovering it a while before placing it on Sam's coils. He stroked a few times, enjoying that texture as before, breathing a little deeper, a little slower, holding that snake's scent in his lungs a while. Oh, that was definitely a certain tingle he felt. One that made him want to do all manner of lewd things to that pile of coils. Much more than just stroke at them, for certain.

"You're probably not even cold. You just want an excuse to cuddle a while."

Sam looked back at him, bobbing his head slowly. It looked a bit hypnotic, like he was following the pulse of some inaudible song, but Cherno didn't feel any sort of unnatural control over his mind. "Admittedly, I'm not uncomfortable. But being a snake means I can always be warmer. Terribly greedy of you furred types to keep all the warmth to yourselves, you know."

Cherno tapped his lip. "I don't know what it is, but I've always sort of liked the thought of being wrapped up by a snake. Is that... do people tell you that a lot or was that just incredibly weird to say out loud?"

Sam leaned a little closer, to the point his flicking tongue was almost touching him. "I don't think that's weird. Most people are rather cautious about my 'hugs', so to speak. Which I suppose is quite reasonable."

"I mean, you could probably crush a car if you wanted to, right?"

"If I wanted to. I'm not sure why that might come up, unless I found future success as some sort of demolition derby participant."

"... That would be kinda cool. But you know, I don't mind sharing a bit of my selfishly hoarded heat, if you like."

Sam perked, and promptly shifted where he was wrapped tightly around himself, lifting the upper few stacks of coils to offer a place to climb right in. "That would be pleasing. I assure you I won't be doing any crushing. Of cars or bucks. If I didn't know how to control my own body by now I never would have made it out here in the first place."

"It's alright, Sam. I trust you." Those words got a pleased hiss from the snake, which made Cherno smile. "I know you're not going to hurt me."

"Of course not." Sam flicked his tongue again as the buck clambered into those coils, soon wrapped up on every side as he stacked himself back up, encircling Cherno from hooves to shoulders, leaving just his head and arms poking out up top.

The initial touch was a bit shocking, given just how cool those scales were. He shivered some, and that had him wiggling about in Sam's gentle grasp, kept more or less in place but not quite squeezed. There was plenty room to move and breathe, and he still had his hands free, using them to rub up and down those shining scales. They felt simply impenetrable, and yet so oddly smooth and inviting. Even clothed, having them pressed against him all sides was almost like a massage.

Cherno made a soft 'mmmm' which he didn't really intend to be audible, but Sam picked up on it anyway. "Feeling good in there?"

"Almost strangely so." Cherno chuckled softly. "I like being held like this. It's just... fascinating. Feeling all those muscles flexing at once, from all directions. I could just ... stay here a while. If you don't mind."

"Not at all. I'm enjoying just how warm you are. We don't have to worry about a thing for now, at least."

Cherno laid back, relaxing, even closing his eyes. The coils behind made for a good pillow, and though the grip was comfortable, it was tight enough that he could just relax his muscles, kept right up like he were stretched out in a vertical sleeping bag. He sighed, and just wriggled as best he could, his attempt at cuddling. All the while, he was listening to the snake's hisses, which while sharp and constant, sounded so very contented to him somehow. Like they were the equivalent of a feline's purrs.

Meanwhile Sam had his head resting atop his own coils, gazing down at the lightly constricted deer, flicking his tongue now and then. Cherno opened his eyes again, seeing that tongue fluttering about. It was dark, almost black. A bit wet. Moreover, he knew what that flicking implied.

"Why good snake sir, are you sniffing at me? That's what the tongue means, doesn't it?"

Sam smirked. "It's a lot more subtle with than leaning in and smelling your hair, isn't it? Nonetheless, I am caught. Your scent is... enticing."

There came the heat in Cherno's cheeks, while he licked his lips with a sudden onset of nervousness. "You know, I was wondering if you might feel that way. I know we just met, but I was thinking..."

When he didn't finish, Sam came just a little closer, his breath sweet and alluring. "Thinking what, my friend?"

"Of you. In general. A lot. Honestly, it feels a little obsessive. After so short a meeting."

"Sometimesss..." Sam's hiss crept into his usually clear voice. He was probably doing that on purpose. "There is just a sssspark. Would you agree?"

"So I'm not coming on too strong, then?"

"If you are, thenthis most definitely is."

Sam came closer, closer, until they were all but eye to eye. He let his tongue flick out, brushing it against the deer's cheek, up and down, giving him a thorough, indulgent tasting. Cherno was motionless at first, and then just leaned right in, placing his hands on either side of the serpent's neck, and meeting him in a warm, wet kiss. Before long, he had that forked tongue between his lips, and he didn't hesitate to suck on it as he closed his eyes and savoured the moment.

He felt those muscles tightening just a little around him as he sucked on the snake's tongue, kissing Sam as best he could. There was a distinct mismatch in size and shape between their two mouths, with the snake simply so much bigger than him, but that didn't mean they couldn't kiss. Sam knew how to smooch, how to make out with a smaller muzzle, and as Cherno hugged him, he hugged right back, squeezing and compressing muscles here and there to massage over his entire body, wrapping him up snugly in those coils.

The taste, the scent, the sloppy sounds, the sensation of being so tenderly squeezed by such a strong snake, it was all turning him on. But he didn't feel it as an urgent need, something to take care of, but rather just an extra pleasure as he basked in Sam's caring attention. And the snake surely knew what an effect he was having on him, with coils pressed firm against that increasing bulge under the buck's beltbuckle, letting him lewdly indent those scales without a care.

Cherno wasn't sure how long they were making out, just holding each other, tasting each other, but when he finally broke free with a little gasp, the sun had nearly set. He'd been lost in the pleasure of being close to the snake, seeing orange light glimmer through the trees, reflecting off of Sam's jade scales. His breath shook, and he even caught himself briefly whimpering before he steadied himself.

"Mmm... Samael... I didn't know... I didn't think..."

Before he could finish mumbling, Sam mercifully cut him off. "Well, do you know now?"

"Yes, unngh..." he moaned out.

"Good. I knew as soon as I saw you. Or at least, I'd hoped. And now, it seems, all my dreams are coming true." He loomed close, the look in his eyes intense, but kind. "Yet, here we are, kissing so late into the evening. I hope I will not leave you too deprived if we call it a night, before it's too dark."

"Nnnf..." grunted Cherno at first, as he listened to his heart pound, syncing up with the throbs below. But he relaxed after a time. There was no need to rush it. It was something to be savoured. "You're right. We should be getting back. But..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe we can meet again soon? Even ... tomorrow?"

A broad smile came to the snake, and he licked a few more times before releasing his grip. The rush of air was almost overwhelming, and Cherno simply collapsed at first, falling atop the snake before he recovered. He'd almost forgotten how to stand in his time all wrapped up.

"Mm, that works for me. Was there something on your mind?"

It was hard to tell if he was teasing or genuinely didn't know, so Cherno just briefly nodded down to where he was still bulging. Sam laughed good-naturedly.

"I thought as much." He pushed his mouth right up beside one of the deer's perked ears, and continued in a low, sexy whisper. "Make no mistake. The feeling is mutual. I would absolutely love to make an elegant buck like you moan for me. Squirm for me while you call my name. I want you to cum for me. I want to fill your cute butt with my seed. Again and again."

Cherno was fairly certain he just felt the button on his jeans pop free. Loosen at least. He was feeling terribly confined in those pants, while he just stared up at the snake as he drew back, smiling gently, as if he hadn't said anything particularly naughty. His mouth was hanging open, he realized, so he closed it. Sam stretched himself out to his full, forest-spanning length (or so it seemed) and nodded to the wobbling deer.

"Shall we depart? I would hate for you to miss dinner."

"... Right, yes, that. I'm pretty hungry now that you mention it."

"Myself as well. It has been a few weeks since my last meal."

Forgetting all about what little he knew of snake biology for a moment, Cherno gave him an alarmed expression. "Oh my god, are you dying?"

"Not at all. I can take a good amount of time between meals. My body doesn't need to be fed often. Of course, that means I have to be extraordinarily picky about what I do eat. I am stuck with my decision for a while, after all."

Cherno smiled. "Maybe we can go out to eat sometime? If we're... you know, a thing now, or whatever."

Sam raised his head, looking back as he slithered forth, leading the way. "A thing? A couple, you mean? You are certainly welcome to call us that, if you like."

"But you don't think of us that way?" The buck felt a little disheartened at that.

"All I know is it feels good to press your body close to mine, and I would love to continue doing so, while getting to know you better in the process."

That cheered him up. He gave a chuckle. "So, you're saying you're siiiingle?"

Sam chuckled. "Indeed. In truth, my previous relationship just ended."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No need to be sorry. We parted quite amicably."

"Still. Is that why you were out here all alone?"

"In a sense. It is a good place to think and rest. And to meet attractive new people, it seems."

They reached the forest's edge after a while, and parted ways with a short smooch. It was tempting to turn it into another makeout session, but Cherno had responsibilities to get to. Even seconds after leaving the snake, the weight of life and stress was coming back to him. There was simply something so soothing about being in Sam's presence, to the point that being without him was unpleasant.

Was he obsessed? In love? Or was it just pure animal lust? Maybe some combination of them all. Either way, he was still plenty aroused, squirming uncomfortably by the time he got home. As easy as it would have been to take care of that, filled with images and lingering tastes of the snake, he decided instead to opt for a cool shower. He wanted to save it, let all his pent up excitement carry him through to their next meeting.

When he couldn't sleep that night, he thought about how comfortable it was to be held and hugged in Sam's coils. Feeling him flex, feeling his heart beating. Listening to those sultry hisses, knowing he was making him happy. Tasting him, and basking in the lusty scent that wafted subtly, but potently from his scales. That perfectly contented feeling ensured he drifted off in minutes, and slept better than he could ever remember, waking up the next morning fresh, full of energy, and simply smiling at the sunbeams through the window.

The day's work was nearly agonizing to get through, and in truth he got very little done, mostly staring all day long. He tried to rationalize his excitement down to manageable levels. It was just sex. With someone he barely knew. But it was with a huge anaconda, one who turned him on so very much, and who treated him with such tender care every moment they were together. Their meetings were supposed to be his little escape from reality, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it to be his entire life. Kissing, cuddling, mating in the woods, all alone but for one another.

When the time came to make that walk home, he was so caught up in thought he almost forgot to actually leave the sidewalk. He laughed out loud when he realized he was more than halfway home, walking right by the place he was suppose to be, all the while thinking about what he was going to do when he was there. It simply felt too good to be true that such a handsome, seductive snake would take such interest in him, and only him.

When he remembered where he was supposed to be, he trotted along with a hint of urgency, not wanting to be even the slightest bit late. He found that familiar snake trail soon enough, and followed the scent to their private clearing. Entirely untouched but for them and the birds singing above. Sam's scent was about, but as Cherno arrived, he couldn't actually see him anywhere. His heart sank, thinking that perhaps he had been so late Sam had given up.

Scanning all around, there fell an unnatural stillness to the surroundings. The wind ceased in that moment, halting even the rustling of trees. He could hear his own heart thumping in his throat. His own breathing sounded so very loud. Something was putting him on high alert, standing tall, ears perked, eyes wide. Not that it helped him avoid the ambush any.

It felt at first rather like being struck by a bus, but it didn't actually hurt. He was just stunned, as the coiled serpent struck out from the shadows, almost perfectly camouflaged in the grass and trees. He was taken to the ground and promptly wrapped up, stretched out to full length, even his arms locked at his sides. Entirely helpless, feeling that flexing serpent squeezing on him, holding him still while he hissed above.

"Sam is that you holy crap-"

That fierce hissing settled down as Sam just gave a little chuckle. He moved his head around and loomed right above the buck's face. "Apologies, apologies. I hope that wasn't too much. I've known some herbivorous types to really... get off on being surprised like that."

Cherno's heart was pounding, adrenaline was coursing through him almost to the point of panic, but he was right. He was already getting hard enough that his own throbs passed through his entire body. Was it from the ambush, or was it just from Sam's mere presence? Either way, he grinned.

"I didn't think I was into that. But nnf, I think I need to get out of these pants.."

Sam gave him a little kiss, as best he could. "Mm, and of course, now that I have executed the perfect ambush, I come to realize I did not give consideration to your clothes. One moment."

He loosened his tightly wound coils a moment, giving Cherno room to reach down and start unbuckling himself, but he was halted when Sam simply dipped his head right into his own coils. What he lacked in hands he made for with his oral dexterity, grasping first at the deer's shirt with his mouth, pulling it right up over his antlers. The buck could only lay and be amazed, and then soon pleasured as he felt the snake's forked tongue working down his chest, all the way to his belly, and then his loosened belt. One flick of the tip, and off it came, allowing him to work upon button and zipper alike.

Even those weren't beyond the snake's abilities, opened right up by his nimble tongue, and that left him exposed to the hissing serpent. Sam wasted no time in looping his tongue around the deer's entire shaft, wrapping it right up much like the rest of the deer was caught in his coils. He gave a squeeze, a slurp, and then even a suck as he closed his lip around it. The intricate details of the snake's mouth was at the same time strange and so very arousing to him. So many little ridges, flaps, folds. It was complicated really, but that just made it all the better to feel sucking on his cock, even briefly.

When he withdrew his head, he tightened his coils once more. This time, more firmly, enough that Cherno's breath came just a bit short. It wasn't a crushing or suffocating grip, but he felt those muscles flexing. It reminded him just how small and fragile he was compared the anaconda. He was entirely at his mercy. But thankfully, Sam was merciful.

Any questions he might have had about how exactly things were going to work were soon answered. He felt the tail end of the snake pressing up against his backside, curling around so the very tip tickled at his taint, putting a little pressure right on his prostate. That made him snort out, moaning long and hard, already sounding desperate. He wondered if perhaps the snake was going to plunge that tail into him and just fuck him like that, but the grinding scales grew slicker by the moment, until Cherno could feel his fur getting matted down by the snake's apparent arousal.

His brief concern that perhaps he had guessed the snake's gender completely wrong was put to a rest when from that wet slit emerged a pink tip to poke and prod as his tight deer butt. Cherno didn't know what to do in such a position. He was as helpless as if he were in full-body bondage, and so he simply channelled all the excitement and pleasure into kissing the snake right on his lips and tongue, all but slipping his muzzle right into Sam's mouth. All the while, that tip prodded over taut rumpcheeks, and then between. Soon followed by a second, even slicker than the first, grinding up and down as the snake simply humped him a while with those twin cocks, letting them fully emerge with the slick sounds of a wet snake slit.

The buck had never seen a dual-dicked setup like that, much less been fucked by them. He did his best to arch his back, to keep his short tail raised, to offer Sam nothing but full access to that tight, flexible hole of his. The snake was pressing in, streaking juices, or maybe just pre, all across his rim. Squeezing him just a little tighter, hissing harder. Putting on the pressure, starting to spread him out among the twin tips, readying him for the plunge to come. Cherno ended up whimpering so much that Sam actually paused for a moment, giving him an affectionate lick.

"Let me know if anything proves too much," the giant serpent assured, able to pause and check on him even while pulsing and dripping between his cheeks.

Something about that simple gesture only turned Cherno on more, knowing he was cared for. More than meat. So he nodded eagerly, giving a slow grind against those cock, feeling them just short of penetrating him as he flexed on their very tips. He nearly melted as he heard those hisses ramping up, permeating everything Sam said, making the buck shiver with delight.

"Good. I want you to feel good. I want to hear the cute noises you make when you cum. You're a tight little doe of a deer and I'm going to fuck you just like you need to be fucked. I can feel how much you want this. In your every little breath, your every quivering muscle. You don't have to say anything. Just think about how good it feels to let me take you."

Cherno nodded again. There really was nothing he could have said. He let his animal impulses course through his veins. The desire to submit to someone bigger, stronger. Someone who knew exactly what was best for him. His moaning became an almost constant, lingering note projected out as if he had infinite air in his lungs. Until it was silenced all at once by just the smallest clench of coils around his body, just a little more pressure, but enough to squeeze the air right out of him at least briefly.

That went right along with the snake plunging forth, pumping that tight tunnel full of those twin tips, penetrating and filling the buck all at once with every wet inch he had to offer. Deeper, deeper, touching him in all manner of ways, stimulating him from angles he had never before felt. And all the while holding him in that intimidating yet safe embrace, near his every inch trapped and unable to move, but for his head and hooves, mustering something of a wiggle, a breathy gasp, and little more. Cherno had never been fucked like this. He didn't even know it was possible for a cock, or two, to feel so good.

Sam didn't thrust exactly. It was much more intricate than simply pumping back forth. Instead, he just flexed those lower coils, moving with the buck's backside like rolling waves, flowing into him, drawing out. As smooth as the motion was, there was still a solid thud of scales against his rump, one that shook the deer right up to the tips of his ears, feeling that resonating but painless impact spanking against his bare fur again and again. Faster, louder, wetter, smearing the juices created in the snake's hissing lust all across that fine ass as Sam fucked him hard, sending the sounds of their sloppy mating all through the tranquil forest around them.

The sound of those tingling strokes grew lewder by the moment, wetter. Cherno couldn't help but get tighter as the pleasure ramped up fast, contracting on Sam's cocks while he ascended to an orgasmic high that didn't even end in climax. Just a mountain peak, one that made his chest pull tight, his breath catch in his throat, made him alternatively splay out his fingers to their fullest and ball his hands into tight fists. His eyes were open but he was hardly seeing, only feeling. They rolled back slowly as he felt his balls pulling tight against his body, tight and throbbing as he worked up all his pent-up seed, jolting him with the electric spark of climax.

Cherno hardly even recognized the voice that came out of his mouth when he started to cum. Feminine, shaking, broken. It was partly for his shortness of breath, and partly for the ongoing whimper the serpent's pleasuring strokes brought out of him. He was left wriggling, writhing, resembling a snake himself as he shot fresh deer cum all over those confining coils, soaking them in a splatter of heat, all milked out of him by those buried shafts massaging his insides. He was impossibly tight as he gushed out over and over for those seconds, but it didn't even stop Sam. Slowed him maybe, but he just kept fucking that tight buck butt. Twisting, winding, constricting and squeezing just a little tighter with each passing moment.

It was getting to the point that Cherno was starting to wonder if something was going to give. His body was being tested, and there was such power in those coils. He might as well have been a twig in Sam's grasp. But he could breathe mostly fine, and it didn't hurt. Simply snug, telling him just how much the snake wanted him. To hold and keep. And though he just gushed himself to near numbness, that constant thump within him brought him right back to firm all over again, mingling silky afterglow with yet another rising surge of pleasure. He was almost ready to cum again, even so shortly after spraying all over those gripping scales.

The sun glimmered off of Sam majestic scales, and Cherno simply did his best to meet his eyes. They kissed and they licked one another, tasting scales and fur. Sam's hisses became louder, like a proclamation of their courtship for all the birds and squirrels to hear. No one was going to interrupt their perfect pairing. They could fuck all night, for all Cherno cared. Not that he was going to be able to stay conscious through it all, already feeling himself flickering towards a dreamy state, a starlit slumber that tempted him with thoughts of simply passing out under the constant spank of coils to backside sending shocks of pleasure through his entire body.

Over time he started to show it, too. His tongue was hanging from his jaws limply, giving him the look of an exhausted canine. Hot breath steamed out of his open mouth, while his eyes were glazed and barely seeing. And there was no other word for the way he was moaning - it was slutty, constant, all but begging the tightly-wound serpent for more. Two snake cocks pounded him beneath the tail, stretching but never hurting that dark, tight hole until he almost couldn't feel it anymore. Growing numb from the relentless pleasure, at least until he was forced to climax all over again.

His balls went tight to the point of a little sore this time. He felt every muscle in his body flexing, every part of him preparing to cum as hard as he could. If he wasn't coiled so restrictively, he might have just curled into a ball from all the pleasure, but he had to make do with simply twitching here and there, shaking even. He made the most embarrassing of noises when he felt his peak hitting, felt his cock outright bulging with the cum being pumped through it. Just a girly little whimper-gasp, and then he let loose once more.

He was cumming hard, his hips thrusting wildly, totally out of his own control. His body wasn't his anymore. He was under the serpent's spell. And just as he began splattering down this glittering scales, he felt the heat of snake cum filling his insides. From one cock and then the other, alternating back and forth so it felt like a simply constant stream of thick, potent snake seed. All for him, all milked out because he was the perfect, tight doe for Sam. Fuller and fuller, until he was feeling bloated and heavy with it, slightly stretched, and certainly sloshing. Filled to the antlers, or at least that's how it felt.

After that, he simply fell limp for a while. He might have passed out briefly, it was hard to tell. But as he came down from that blankness, from that climax that had simply wiped all the thoughts from his mind entirely, he was greeted by squeezing coils, pleasant hisses, and a flicking tongue against his cheek. Sam was still snugly buried within him, holding there a while. Neither of them said anything, content to just rest in the glow, both figurative and literal as the sun set over the distant horizon, a golden orange weaving through the branches, bathing their first time together in romantic light.

Sam flicked his tongue against Cherno's cheek enough that the buck finally giggled, turning his head towards the snake's tongue. He didn't stop flicking that tongue either, tickling over the deer's features, outright licking here and there but otherwise just taking in his scent. Cherno put on a contented, but playful smirk.

"I was going to say keep going at me all night... but I can't even feel my butt right now. I've never been with a snake before. It's... something else."

Sam smiled brightly. Despite being a giant anaconda, he had such a kind smile. "You enjoyed yourself, then?"

"Were the noises I made not clear enough? God, I've never whimpered like such a whore before, I swear."

"I just wanted to hear you say it." Sam gave him a generous slurp this time, more than just a flick of his tongue.

"Smell something you like?" Cherno asked, sticking his own tongue out in imitation of the snake's.

"You, of course. You are simply luscious. Attractive in all ways female and male, all at once. The most fuckable of bucks around. It was a delight to breed you beneath that lovely little tail of yours."

"Mmmm, Sam... this has been such a perfect evening. There's just something about you. I want to be close to you, always." He rubbed his cheek against the snake's, and then just chuckled. "It might just be because you smell so nice. And your hisses sound so pretty!"

The serpent laid a kiss on most of his face at once, then moved close to his ear, whispering, which really brought out his hisses. It was a bit wet in his raised ear, but he nonetheless became rigid, at rapt attention as the snake slowly spoke, quietly, covertly.

"Perhapssss we might become even clossser together..."

Cherno wasn't sure what he meant, but he did feel a well-timed gurgle coming from somewhere deep in those many feet of coils all wrapped around his body. That set off a few alarm bells inside his head, but it was difficult to act on them when he was swimming in such a peaceful afterglow. Despite Sam's whispering, Cherno's response was spoken a bit loudly in his growing uncertainty.

"You're not saying you're going to..." He didn't finish, partly for nervousness, partly for worrying it might be terribly rude to accuse a friendly snake of such a thing.

Sam rose up a little higher, face pointed directly down towards Cherno's, meeting his eyes. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I am simply asking if you might take interest in helping me fulfill another primal desire, after so perfectly satisfying my lust. You are warm, soft, and you taste heavenly. It would be my absolute pleasure to have you."

Cherno had never really noticed just how imposing that unblinking stare really was. Yet even as Sam loomed dangerously above, he felt those coils loosening around him, rather than tightening. The snake wasn't going to force him to do anything, as easily as he could have, with no one out there to help. Still, he wanted to be sure he understood correctly.

"What do you mean... have me?"

Sam gave a flick of his tongue, a lingering one this time. Like a long, deep sniff. "To have you and keep you close. To sustain myself with you. To squeeze you and taste you and consume you. All in one long, blissful swallow. I can think of no greater pleasure than devouring an exquisite morsel such as yourself."

Being called a 'morsel' like that brought a shudder to the buck's spine. He stared a while, biting his lower lip, considering.

"You want to eat me," he said, just repeating it out loud to remind himself of the reality of it. "Have you been wanting this all along?"

"Since I first laid eyes on you. My immediate thoughts were of how you would feel tucked away beneath my scales. A bulge to coil around."

That got Cherno shuddering again. It wasn't just the fear of being eaten. There was something else too. Some part of him that tingled to life just hearing about it. Some part that sent pleasure all through his body, that worked him from an exhausted, drained buck to firming, rapidly aroused all over again, pressing up against those scales around him.

"And can I say no?" he tentatively asked.

"Of course you may. I will not be offended. You'll be free from my coils and we may proceed to pretend I never mentioned any of this - if you can forgive such a thing."

As he spoke, Sam reassured the deer by loosening his coils further, enough that he could have crawled out if he felt like moving. Of course, his cocks were still wedged beneath his tail, so it would have taken some squirming to get off of them. But Cherno hardly moved a muscle. He was still biting his lip, tapping his fingers against his sides, shifting his his eyes from side to side.

"And what if I say yes?"

Sam smiled and gave him another soft kiss. "Then I would hold you tight, and savour you, inch by inch, ensuring no part of you is missed by my tongue. I would eat you exactly how you deserve to be eaten, delicacy that you are. And when you are all packed away, I would rest here, as contented as I could ever hope to be, full of the finest meal I ever had."

Cherno was quivering, like he was cold, but he was quite warm indeed. He was full of questions, but some voice in the back of his mind told him he had already made his decision. "Would I be the first person you ever ate?"

"No, but I have no doubt you would be the best. I can think of no other person in the world I want to feel sliding down my throat more than you. The thought of you inside me has helped me drift to sleep these past days. You and only you."

"I think...I-I..." When he caught himself stammering, Cherno stopped to brace himself and settle down. "Some part of me wants this. Why does my body think this is so good?"

Sam rubbed his scaly snout against the deer's face. "Some part of you still knows that this is only natural. The finest, tastiest among you are prey for the largest predators. You don't even have to do anything. Just let go... give in to your desires and let me take control."

"... Can we stop if it's too much?"

"Of course." Sam drew a long lick from one cheek to the other, brushing across the buck's lips as he crossed. "Just tell me. Or, if I can't hear you, just give a sign."

"Like this?" Cherno rapidly tapped Sam's cheek three times, like a fighter giving up.

"That will do." He began to constrict once more, squeezing the deer's legs back together, pinning his arms to his sides. "Is that a yes, then? Are you ready to become my meal?"

"Nnnf... this is crazy, but... yes, Sam. I really want to feel it. And I want to make you happy."

"You shall make me such a happy snake indeed. I will be gentle. You will enjoy this. I am certain."

And with that, he spread his jaws wide, and gave Cherno a good look at the back of his throat. It went along with a breathy haaah in his face, puffing that sweet snake breath over his features while he simply stared. He felt paralyzed, looking past the snake's short fangs and into the folds of his pink maw. His flexing throat beyond. His flicking tongue, curling beneath his chin. Guiding him in, guiding him home.

The sounds were slick as soon as his muzzle met mawflesh, drool flowing steady all over him as he was fed inside. Sam's cocks throbbed within him, and that became a pressure point for him to push upwards, sliding the deer slowly forward. Cherno had almost forgotten about his antlers, as they pushed inwards and slid along the pink maw before him. They didn't seem to bother Sam at all, even once he started swallowing them. And soon after, top of his head was feeling the tight squeeze of the snake's gullet, while his muzzle got smeared in all the saliva pouring out all around him. His flavour was truly awakening the serpent's hunger.

As his muzzle slipped over the crest of the snake's mouth, Cherno heard the first gulp. It was powerful, almost too loud around his ears as his head slipped entirely into Sam's throat, squeezed on from all sides. It was still easy to breathe, and the air was even rather fresh and sweet. As if Sam had been preparing for this moment. Those coils squeezed him even tighter than before, but there was such care taken to prevent from hurting him. For a moment, Cherno's hand twitched, and he raised it, all but ready to tap out and give up on this new experience, but the smooth, soaking sensation of Sam's throat sliding over his face as he inched into the humid darkness stopped him.

He was still tense, but relaxing a little more the longer Sam's swishing tongue massaged the worries out of him. It pressed deeply into his fur, tasting down his chest, closer to his shaft, as he throbbed away below. Even after cumming twice, and hard, he wasn't drained. Just as horny as before, squirming some on those shafts stuffed under his tail. He was getting fucked right down a snake's gullet, and it felt good. Especially knowing how much Sam was enjoying him, hearing those contented hisses even louder from the inside.

Shoulders now, and then his huffing chest. It was seemingly effortless for the anaconda. As much as he was savouring him, swallowing him as slowly as his hunger allowed, Cherno knew that Sam could have finished him off in seconds. Instead, he let him linger there between his lips, slowly turning him from buck to shapely bulge pressing out on those coils. Such self control when Sam surely wanted nothing more than to polish him off with a slurp of his chops.

When that tongue wrapped around his cock once more, all that pent up tension and pleasure just seemed to spike at once. Cherno came within seconds of the first lick, and his position, some halfway swallowed, meant he was cumming right into Sam's open mouth. Much of it got over his own flexing belly, while the rest ran down the snake's throat, right along with him. It trickled all the way to Cherno's face, dripping off his features as he bulged towards the gurgling destination below.

After such an immediate orgasm, Sam laid off Cherno's cock with his tongue, slurping instead beneath. Over balls, over taint, and then replacing his twin shafts as he pulled them from that tight hole, giving that deer butt a few good licks while he fit it into his open jaws. There was a messy pop of his cocks as they came free, a flow of snake cum running down between those cheeks. And then even more of a mess as the pleasure of pulling out proved too much for the snake, and he layered extra seed over that wiggling backside in two thick streams, hissing sharply all the while. He marked down that tight buck booty in cream from tailtip to taint, and then simply swallowed it down all in one big gulp. It was the biggest part of that sexy bulge in his emerald coils.

Yet even so close to his goal of entirely consuming the deer, with just those legs of his remaining to be slurped down, he didn't rush anything. They got savoured just the same, while Cherno dwelt on the knowledge that he was likely closer and closer to the point of no return. The squeeze within Sam's throat was even tighter than being in his embrace, but Cherno could still move his hands enough to tap. He considered, fingers wiggling, legs tense as they were slurped and swallowed little by little. If he didn't stop Sam now, he was going to end up in the snake's stomach. Whole and alive. Eaten by the anaconda.

Still he did nothing, and simply let Sam wetly savour him all the way to the hooves. Even those he took the time to lick and even suck on as he dragged them towards his flexing gullet. Over past his teeth, tickling at his ankles. Down into the embrace of those pulsing folds, allowing the snake to seal his mouth behind them. And with that, there was just one more final gulp, as loud as any Cherno had ever heard, resonating all around him while every single muscle seemed to work on squeezing him down, and down, farther and farther, until he wondered if the snake-scented tunnel went on forever.

The buck's curvy bulge went winding around and around in Sam's coils, distinct enough to be recognizable as a person. But it could have been anyone at that point, no real discerning features left but for the rise of his backside. Still brimming with the snake's own seed, swallowed down with the rest of his meal. A short press of antlers and head alike into a tight ring within, and Cherno was splashing down into the heat of the anaconda's gut.

As for Sam's stomach itself, it was utterly empty. He hadn't been lying - he hadn't eaten in weeks. He needed a meal like Cherno to fill back up on. As the rest of him got fitted into that expansive chamber, Cherno listened to Sam's long sighs and hisses above, feeling him shifting around and stretching out, sounding so very contented. Eventually he came to rest in a position with his bulge of prey all cradled between the rest of his coils, something Cherno could feel even from inside. It felt oddly safe, despite the circumstances.

"Exquisite. Every bit as good as I hoped you might be. Better. Blissful. Delicious. An absolute treat." It was the most energetically Cherno had heard the softspoken serpent speak. "I will be rather slow for a time. Probably mostly napping. But if you need anything, I will hear you. For now - digest, my prey. And thank you for indulging my hunger."

It sounded like the ominous announcement that preceded something bad, but actual digestion was far from doing anything to Cherno. He was simply stretched out, quite comfortable really, trapped but not feeling overly confined. A subtle squeezing massaged at him from all angles, sloshing, gurgling. But nothing stung, nothing got crushed. There was air to breathe, and though it was warm, it wasn't sweltering in there.

Sam wasn't moving, and soon enough, Cherno could hear his breathing slowing, meaning he was probably asleep. And in the heated chamber, surrounded by warm, squeezing walls, stretched out to his full length as the very earliest churns outlined his attractive form in those coils, Cherno felt content enough to follow suit, closing his eyes and letting the gentle rocking motions of a belly fully intent on slowly, but thoroughly digesting him lull him into a deeply satisfied slumber.

There was no sense of time inside that pitch black chamber, and so when Cherno woke up, it could have just as easily been a few hours as entire days he was unconscious. Sam was still asleep, gently hissing as he breathed in and out, his slow heartbeat echoing down to the stomach in which the deer sloshed. Things were a little tingly when he awoke. Not at all painful yet, but it did make him squirm a little. He could feel those gentle fluids penetrating down to his skin, starting to loosen his fur and his hair, making him lose it in small patches. The very beginnings of being digested by the snake.

He thought perhaps it was finally time to tap out, to call for rescue, if it was even possible at that point. There was no doubt in his mind that if he truly wanted out, Sam would do his best to oblige. Being swallowed was one thing, but digested? Alive, even? The chamber was smelling a tiny bit more acidic, though Sam's lusty sweetness oddly lingered even there. There was nothing to complain about. Maybe a little longer.

Though there weren't many signs of digestion just yet, but even that first subtle tingle, that picking away at his hide, was bringing something out of Cherno. He was getting hard, shaft demanding attention. His excitement became urgent enough that throbbing away within Sam's stomach was unbearable. He had to reach down and started stroking, curling his legs some and just pumping wildly at his cock while he got digested. To the very thought of what was happening to him, and how much worse it was going to get. His head filled with the image of himself from the outside, of a bulge once distinct, becoming flatter, rounder, less obviously a living deer and more just... meat.

That was what made him cum. He didn't mean to wake Sam up, but the pleasure had him thrusting hard, even kicking out, thudding his hooves against the walls around him while he painted them down with fresh buck seed. Rope after rope, as he grunted and groaned inside the hissing serpent, filling the chamber with a bit of musk that he couldn't really escape from given the confined space. Sam hissed pleasantly as he lowered his head down beside that squirming, moaning bulge, nosing in on it as if testing how soft Cherno had become, finding him still solid.

His voice was somewhat muffled by the scales in between them, and those rising gurgles, but still audible. "Enjoying yourself in there?"

Cherno's cheeks were hot, realizing how impulsive that had been. "Y-yeah. It feels good. Those first tingles. Knowing you're going to digest me. I want you to. I want to be yours."

"And that's exactly what you're going to be." Sam licked at the bulge. Cherno could feel the indent of his tongue flicking against his back. "But you will have to be patient. You are a lot of meat, after all."

"That's okay. I'm happy to just relax here, with you."

"I am as well. Partly because moving is the last thing on my mind right now. But also because you are a wonderful, comforting belly-filler. And it's going to be a pleasure to process you."

Sam rubbed up and down over Cherno's trapped body with his tailtip, massaging him and keeping him soothed. Even as the gurgles got a little louder, a little more intense, now that Sam was awake. The digestive noise was just music to the buck's ears at that point. Knowing that every single gurgle brought him a little closer to being part of the snake. Fuelling him, joining him, becoming one with his elegant coils. Such a creature was well worth contributing too, even if it meant giving everything.

Cherno ended up falling asleep again, or maybe passing out, under the snake's tender attention. He had no complaints, feeling like he was being treated like a king. People didn't usually eat kings perhaps, but he was a prize, a treasure. Not just another meal, but something Sam truly cherished, through every minute of digesting him, basking there out in the wild where they first met, watching the sun rise, and fall, and rise again. Day by day by day, breaking his meal down, as Cherno slid into a state of intoxicated adoration, less and less able to think straight or form a sentence the more his body weakened.

It was too dark in there to see the details of his own digestion, something which Cherno was thankful for. When he awoke again, he felt Sam nosing in on him, testing him once more. Rather than solid as before, his body gave a little. It was growing softer under the slow but steady onslaught of the snake's hunger, processing him into a form he could better use to feed himself. Much of Cherno's body had gone completely numb, so there wasn't any pain, but there was the alarming feeling of limbs simply not responding. Systems were shutting down, one by one, until his breathing was growing raspy.

Yet still the feeling was intensely arousing to him. He didn't quite manifest such a reaction physically, but he felt it coursing through him. He hoped Sam could feel it too. His final compliment to the chef, in a very loose manner of speaking. Or was he the chef in this situation? He internally chuckled at that question, but he couldn't say anything more to express his contentment, his satisfaction with his choice to become prey. His head dipped down, too heavy to keep up, and he let out a long, final breath, giving in. A few last spasms running through his muscles were the only remaining signs of life from his partly-digested body.

In those finally twitching, gasping moments as the lovely deer finally expired inside the anaconda after near a full week of indulgently slow digestion, Sam felt a little spark of something. Something beyond the usual pleasure he got from such final moments. A little magic, a little sign that perhaps the deer wasn't truly done for, but only temporarily nothing more than nutrients feeding through those coils. Sam had known it from the very start, able to smell it on him. He wouldn't have wished to consume him otherwise - he was a predator, but not an animal.

It meant that Cherno might be back someday soon, or however long it took his lingering soul to realize what he was capable of doing. Sam didn't really know the specifics - it was for the deer to figure out. And in the meantime, he was nothing more than snake food. Disappeared from the world, his body ended down a serpent's gullet, made into the energy which helped the snake thrive and prosper. That was how he was going to stay for a while, and Sam couldn't help but feel aroused to know it. He had half a mind to simply hump his own belly, where a soften bulge remained gurgling away.

He looked greatly forward to their next meeting. And to once again transforming Cherno from sexy, doe-eyed buck into nothing more than snake food, slowly glorping and sizzling below, motionless in the anaconda's coils. Right where all that venison belonged.