Shawn’s car pulled into his driveway. He’d pulled a long shift at work and he really couldn’t wait for the sweet embrace of bed. He could already feel the pillows against his face as he dragged himself up the driveway and to the door.
  However, in his sleepiness, what he did not notice, was a pair of yellow eyes waiting with keen interest within the dark of the evening. Shawn lived in a fairly nice place, as far as the cost to living there went. It wasn’t the best neighborhood, but it was fairly safe and had little to no crime. Because of this, he had gotten into the rather bad habit of leaving various doors unlocked and, in the heat of the summer which washed over him now, of leaving the window open to save money instead of using the air conditioner.
  It was on this night that he did this, and it was on this night that those keen yellow eyes noticed.
  The owner of those eyes waited until the darkness of the evening spread, and the noise of the street quieted. With a sound like silk across silk, something slipped through that open window, the girth of its massive form hardly fitting through the wooden frame as it slithered unnoticed into Shawn’s home.
 
 
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  Shawn slept peacefully. He was a rather heavy sleeper at the best of times, let alone after such a hard day at work. Generally he had to buy the loudest alarm clocks available in order to make sure he didn’t miss appointments, and when friends or family tried to wake him, they often joked that the effort was akin to necromancy.
  Nonetheless, Shawn was woken up by the sudden, scaled weight that plopped itself atop his stomach with enough force to wind him.
  There was confusion for several moments, the sudden jerk from sleep to wakefulness spent trying to flail and defend against whatever might be happening, only to find that both hands and legs were pinned to the mattress with the weight of something thick and tubular.
  For a split second, in his pre-wakeful haze, Shawn thought someone had dumped a firehose onto his bed. Whatever this was though, it was a great deal thicker than a firehose, and as his skin moved against the sudden intrusion and he felt it move in response, he realized it was also very, very much alive.
  Shawn’s eyes opened to find that the lights were already on, apparently not even that had been enough to wake him, but the view that greeted him sent him from groggy response to full alertness in a matter of seconds.
  There was a snake in his bed. Or...perhaps a bit more precisely due to the size of the thing, his bed was under a snake. He gave a yelp of surprise and tried to struggle all the more, but the weighty scaled mass that had settled itself so completely atop him absorbed every movement with barely the slightest nudge in response.
  Shawn felt move movement oozing through those scales that pinned him down, and from the side of the bed, the beast’s head slithered into view. The head did the body it was attached to proud in that the reptilian visage that greeted him was easily bigger than his own head and then some. As it turned to face him, that serpentine smile stretched wider than the whole of his face. It opened, and for a moment he was afraid he would be eaten on the spot.
  Instead the snake spoke.
  Shawn was quite surprised by this, but even more so by the fact that the serpent was female. Her voice sent a deep low rumble along her lengthy belly, that vibrated over him as her forked tongue flicked out to tickle his nose.
  “You should really close your windows.” She said with a chuckle.
  Shawn looked like a fish for a moment as his mouth opened and closed in shock.
  “What? A little confused?” The snake chuckled. It was an odd sound to hear, a bit like a gentle hiss mixed with the laughter of an older woman. “Understandable…Let me attempt to...Elucidate you a bit hmm?”
  From the mass of coils atop his body, the tip of her tail slithered forwards. Shawn attempted to lean away from it, but the sheer weight of her body on top of his prevented any avenue of escape. He stiffened as it delved over his shoulder to wrap snugly around his neck, squeezing lightly. As the motion chased the last of the haze from Shawn’s body, he was suddenly very aware that he’d slept naked to avoid the heat. He could feel her scales shifting across every inch of his body, though for the time being they seemed to be somewhat avoiding touching him with particular intimacy. Though as much as he hated to say it as her tail began to circle around his upper shoulders his body began to...respond...despite his best efforts. He also noticed now, the color of the snake. In his blind panic earlier he had simply registered the barest of facts. Now as his mind cleared a bit more, bits and pieces of information began to fall into place. She had the coloring of an albino boa, a deep yellow with darker patches placed in rings and patterns along her body, and a far lighter underbelly. Her eyes were yellow as well, the iris and pupil being a lighter color than the surrounding ‘Whites’ which were nearly orange in their shade as they regarded him with amusement.
  “E-elucidate?” He asked, finding he had a slightly hard time speaking as the coil around his neck grew steadily thicker, larger and larger sections of scales practically pouring into the growing grip she had on him.
  “Oh yes...perhaps a bit flowery of a word choice?” As she spoke he found his arms bound to his sides by her coils, the section around his neck gently spinning, growing thicker and thicker as he felt the muscles working under those scales to grasp his body with inescapable, yet effortless force. Already his cheeks were being forced up slightly by the girth of the sections of her body winding around him, ticking over his belly button. “Perhaps teach would be better…” At this she slithered upwards, and Shawn felt her weight leaving him. She had utterly rendered him helpless with just the mass of her body alone, but now she had a grip, her range of motion increased dramatically.
  In a show of impressive strength, she slithered straight up, threading her front most portions around a beam of wood that cut across the top of Shawn’s house near the support beam. She hung there, watching with interest as her coils cinched around Shawn’s body, having captured him down to his groin, the tip of that insidious appendage teasing just above his member. Shawn gasped as the breath was pressed from him, the thick coils around his face pushing inwards as he was suddenly hoisted out of bed as though he weighed nothing.
  As Shawn was lifted to her level, he found himself spinning, her coils still claiming more of his body as he rose into the air. Her chuckle tickled against his ears a she placed a coil just under his manhood, letting him feel as the cool, smooth scales stroked along the underside with every flexing motion forwards, his legs soon trapped too within that prison of scales. He couldn’t so much as wiggle as he was brought eye to eye with her.
  “For starters, I am Seria. I’d ask you your name, but you may find speaking a little difficult…” Her coils gave a slow squeeze around his body, forcing what little air remained out in a little wheeze, a bit of sound escaping on the forced exhalation as her scales pressed and shifted along the inside of his member. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re ‘Shawn’. That’s what’s on your underwear at least.” She smirked, casting a little glance to the pile of clothes he’d hastily thrown off onto the floor before bed. “Thanks for sleeping nude by the way. It makes my job so much easier…” He was sent spinning again as the tip of her tail wrapped around his feet. Her coils had snared all of his body, save for a strategic gap around his groin area, where he was embarrassingly standing at full attention.
  As his face came around to her’s again, Shawn saw that she was closer now, that massive serpentine profile smiling at him. “Now, you might be wondering what that ‘Job’ is.” She slithered closer still. “But you’re a smart boy. You have lots of books. Most of them are fiction, but still. You can probably guess what happens when a predator sneaks into your room at night…”
  Shawn’s eyes widened, but he found he couldn’t draw enough breath to respond. He was feeling light headed. He could only draw the slightest of breaths, and only when her coils loosened. The lack of oxygen was making him dizzy.
  His expression told her all she needed to know though. “There we go, now you’re on the right page…” Her coils tightened, almost as a strange ‘Reward’ for his sharpness. The coil around his neck was thicker than his thigh now. With the lack of oxygen it was almost as though he was drowning in her as those yellow eyes filled his vision again. “That’s right….I’m going to eat you...and you are going to be…” Her coils loosened enough to give him a little gasp, a ripple flowing along those beautiful yellow patterns along her scales. “Deliciousssss……” As that last word stretched her tongue slowly spooled out. The forked tines at the end investigating his features for just a moment before the thick pad of her tongue pressed itself wetly, heavily against his cheek. Wide enough to cover one side of his face utterly as it lathered up along his skin to mat his hair against the side of his scalp before retreating back into that cavernous maw.
Shawn tried to squirm and thrash once again, and for a moment she let him, smiling as he wiggled about like a fruit on a vine in the wind before she clamped down. That thick coil around his neck closed like a vice as a wave of pressure oozed across his body like someone trying to squeeze the last bit of toothpaste out of a tube.
“Oooh, now this is why I’m sad, Shawn. This is what I’m going to miss….” She slithered
up, pressing those cool scaled lips to the side of his face. He could hear the slick sounds of her maw as she spoke, the movements of that tongue, his face still wet from its earlier touch. “Your squirming in my coils. I know we’ve only known each other a short time, but I like to think we’re friends.” She chuckled darkly, that tongue tickling his earlobe with twin tines for a moment. “But, when a door closes a window opens, Shawn. I’ll be able to squeeze you in a whole new way. Feel your wiggling more intimately. Though I will miss actually seeing you, I’m sure your outline will be very entertaining…”
  Her coils loosened, and Shawn was able to take a shallow breath, his face red from the continued scarcity of air.
  “But let’s make the best of it while we can, hmm? Give you the full experience.” Shawn felt her lips press more closely against his face, a strange kiss on the cheek. It was almost a suckle really as he felt the wetness of her mouth against the side of his head before she pulled away. “I wouldn't want you to be dissatisfied after all….”
  Seria pulled back to regard him as he felt the muscles within his living bonds flex once again. Her coils shifted and moved across his body, the gap around his groin closing slowly as more coils were added to the ever growing portions surrounding his body.
  “This is the true bliss of a snake, Shawn….” Seria purred. “And something humans can perhaps never truly understand, but I will do the best I can….” Shawn’s chin was forced upwards as the coil around his neck grew thicker still, the girth surrounding his features. He gave a choked moan as two coils closed around either side of his member, the gentle spinning drawing smooth scales over either side of his needy flesh as he spun. “To be able to twine your body fully around a lover’s, the ultimate embrace. To feel every twitch, every crevice, every responssssse….” She gave another little shudder as her grip grew more encompassing still. Shawn had likened her grip to drowning earlier, but now it seemed even more apt. Only his face was free of her coils now, gasping above the surface of an ever rising sea of scales. Soon his eyes were covered and only his nose and mouth could be seen, struggling weakly for what air he could get, before even that was consumed in scales hungry for touch.
  Seria gave a little hum of pleasure as she felt him attempt to squirm inside her coils. Now she hardly had to squeeze to keep him still. The sheer size of her body encircling him made struggling very nearly impossible. That didn’t stop her though, her coils flexed and squeezed in waves across his totally hidden body. To any outside viewer the rippling cocoon would show no trace of the human inside, only continuously, slowly undulating coils, occasionally pinning and shifting around the trapped person inside.
  Shawn wanted to moan despite himself. His body responded without any input from his brain to the overwhelming sensations flooding through his body. Her scales were smooth, firm and solicitous in their motions, and she knew where to touch. Seria’s coils worked around the whole of his body before focusing in on the warmest part of him.
  His member was utterly smothered in thick scale, gently spinning, flexing, squeezing, totally surrounded by Seria’s touch, his body fondled and groped, caressed and tended to by the ever moving, almost fluid movements of the serpent’s body. The constant kneading pressure over every inch of his skin too much to take.
  Seria gave a little coo as she felt his muscles stiffen against her own far stronger ones. She could feel what his body wanted to do. His back wanted to arch, his toes wanted to curl, and his lungs cried out for the oxygen to scream in pleasure, but what his body wanted wasn’t important in the face of her own grander form. He was allowed none of this, and somehow that only made the resulting orgasm all the more intense.
  Seria watched as sticky white ooze bubbled up from between two thick sections of scale, giving a low chuckle of approval..
  “Well, someone was pent up…” Shawn felt his world shift as the cocoon that encompassed his body was pulled up and on top of that beam from which the great snake hung. Inside her coils there was no real sense of up or down, only the changes in pressure from her squeezes. However, as Shawn felt a sudden rush of cool air against his feet, he realized he was now horizontal, and he could feel Seria’s warm breath tickling against his soles. “And now that you’ve been satisfied, I believe it’s my turn…” She chuckled, gently nosing his soles for a moment just to enjoy the squirms that brought. “I hope you’re ready…” Her coils gave another teasing squeeze. Shawn felt the warmth of her breath grow hotter, the snake’s maw yawning open as she pressed forwards. The bottoms of Shawn’s feet glided over that forked tongue as her coils drew him backwards, her saliva soaking his skin as the coils around his lower body began to pull away.
  In his afterglow Shawn’s sense of touch was heightened, he could feel every slick bump and feature of Seria’s tongue as his feet slid over it, before they were greeted by a different sensation entirely. A thick ring of flesh pressed against his soles for a moment, before it shifted, flexing to accept his body. Shawn felt a new kind of embrace then, Seria’s throat closed around his ankles and suddenly it was driven home that he was well and truly being eaten.
  Still, in his afterglow, he couldn't’ deny that it felt...kind of nice...the warm undulations of her throat began to tug at him, and he couldn’t deny the sensation. As much as he wanted to escape at the back of his mind, his member was already stiffening once again as her coils slowly fed him down her throat, pushing back as her head slowly pushed upwards.
  Shawn’s instincts still quailed at the thought. His body responded on instinct, attempting to wriggle free, but it was just as useless as it had been from the moment he’d been roused from bed. Her coils held fast as the slow clenching motions of her throat climbed up along his calves, her tongue swirling and licking across the backs of his knees, and along the intimately tender flesh of his thighs. Another coil fell away, and Shawn’s hands were freed. They clenched and opened in futile resistance at times, and in response to the attentions of her tongue as it began to tease against his balls at other moments. Soon they were claimed by her lips, sinking past her cheeks, occasionally making them bulge only slightly with their wiggling motions.
  At Shawn’s front, the topmost coil fell away as well, he gasped, the light blinding him for a moment, his hair an awful mess from the squeezing attentions of Seria’s coils. Any words he might have spoken were silenced just as effectively however, as Seria’s thick forked tongue twined itself tightly around his member, the thicker portions cupping his balls gently as she tasted him, cleaning him of his seed from his previous orgasm while egging him towards a second. Those unspoken words melted into moans, his member throbbing needily under her attentions as the lower half of his body sank deeper into her ever clenching throat, the wiggles and spasms of his legs visible at the base of her neck.
  Her tongue was just as expertly skilled as her coils, squeezing, but never tight enough to truly hurt, nor for long enough to cut off sensation, at times loosening and slithering freely over his needy flesh, tracing over the surface, tickling just under the head of his manhood to make him squirm.
  Shawn was no match for her skill, and this time, he was allowed to cry out as his body was wracked with pleasure for a second time, his toes allowed to curl, and his back allowed to arch. Shawn’s seed spilled out into Seria’s great maw just as his groin vanished into her throat, his shoulders and neck still bound in a thick coil, being pushed ever deeper.
  Shawn was exhausted, the effort of his struggles and the power of his orgasms had drained him utterly and completely. He hardly wiggled at all as those serpentine lips climbed up across his chest to encompass his shoulders, the wet slickness dripping over his neck as the inside of Seria’s maw began to frame his vision. He could see her smile from the inside now, still curled up in amusement. Most predators would have closed their mouths now, sealed their prey in darkness, but not Seria, she was a tease to the very end. His head came to rest on her tongue as her throat closed around his own, just as snug as her coils had been a moment ago. He could see his room getting farther and farther away, his reddened face placid with exhaustion as the slick embrace of her throat closed over the back of his scalp, slowly climbing forwards, the wet noises of her maw dominating his ears as his body was caressed and kneaded by her throat, every slow gulp a flowing wave of pressure along his body, taking away a bit more of what little of him wasn’t held by her. His chin vanished, then the top of his head. Shawn was a face now, looking out of a yawning snake’s maw, held open till the last possible moment, to get his last glimpse of the world. She swallowed slowly then, taking her time, letting him see. Soon his nose and eyes were the only thing not enveloped, surrounded on all sides by clenching, wet, pink.
  Seria gave a little purr, the sound vibrating over him with the force of an orchestra, before with a low, moist sound, she gulped. Her throat closed around Shawn’s face, and he was sealed totally within her body. He gave a muffled noise, perhaps in pleasure, perhaps something else, but it hardly mattered now.
  Seria began to slither back and forth, the custom of snakes to work their prey deeper into their bodies, the motions of her form kneaded and pressed in on Shawn from all sides, his own body forced to do a clumsy imitation of her undulation as she moved, his occasionally wiggling bulge sinking further and further from that last glimpse.
  Time became meaningless, he wasn’t sure if she continued those gentle motions for minutes or hours, but his body was molded and kneaded like clay within the wet, slightly noisy confines of her body, low gurgles and gentle hums of her voice surrounding him until she was apparently satisfied.
  Seria gave a satisfied sigh, the bulge that was Shawn hanging like a hammock over the edge of that wooden beam. She looked at it for a moment with her usual amused expression. “Just like I thought…” She murmured, before pressing her cheek to the bulge, feeling it wiggle in response as Shawn felt her weight from inside, utterly consumed by her body, that ultimate embrace reached.
  “Delicioussss….”
 
 
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