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", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Continuation of a commissioned vore series, in which we see exactly how both victims and assailant fare. ", "writing": "For all the world this would have appeared to be a baffling scene had any witness come late to see the results of a witch’s wrath. The lithe woman in black clothes kneeling down atop a religious podium, staring at two snakes in the midst of making love. The male ravenous and aggressive, holding the female still as it speared into her again and again. \n\nBurning hot flesh, the sharp pain as it enters followed by the dull stretch when he retracts.\n\nThe female snake was plump, twitchy, and still showing a small bulge from the one mouse it’s eaten. Hissing angrily while remaining utterly helpless against even the other snake. Let alone the comparatively massive spellcaster.\n\nBugs and rodents scampered around wildly, everything from beatles to spiders to jumpy little squirrels, scrambling for the stained glass window or hiding behind pews in the church. There was only one way out unless you could smash apart glass or tunnel through stone. And that was the main door.\n\nA doorway that just so happened to be guarded by black, magical flames …\n\nMost of the recently transformed victims decided it was best to wait, and hide, hope the witch has her fun and leaves. Then hope further still that none of their transformations were permanent, after all the one man who might hold the power to break such a curse was now a worm. And melting. Inside the stomach of a female snake. \n\n“Such a cute little fucktoy for my darling familiar. Are you ready for more, Marry?” the witch titters, addressing her newest toy directly.\n\n“HHsssssss!” the thing demanded. Refusing to let his real name die, and not about to simply accept the fact his human body and manhood were both stripped away on what was supposed to be his wedding night.\n\nThe bride still twitching inside him, what was now a mouse feeling the sharp clenches as another snake ravages her devourer, getting rocked amongst the slick juices and caustic snot all while listening to the sounds of her groom being raped. \n\n“But your tummy can hold a bit more than that, now can’t it?” Elezareth grins. Her eyes glinting at the same moment the snake’s hissing stops. Emotion was hard to discern beyond anger and aggressiveness. Snakes were good at making warnings and lashing out at people but had a very limited range of motion in their faces. \n\nFor a time Elezareth figured she could try to guess at what he was feeling, and act to maximize his suffering. It was also so fun to taunt a victim who’s entirely at your mercy and whim, someone so degraded they can’t even apply voice to their own defense. Or more importantly, they wouldn’t have any last minute words to change her mind, no annoying insult to take her fun away and no curse invoking some obscure god she’d have to worry about.\n\nAt the same time it was probably better for the both of them if she just stopped treating him like he had once been human at all. This spell wasn’t ever going to wear off, and she had no plans on breaking it for any reason. Marry’s only real purpose now was as a mate for Sathos, and a test subject from which to apply her latest batch of spells to. It would be smart to start treating him like it …\n\nYeah, that would have been smart.\n\nInstead she motions toward a scampering little spider with two fingers, a taunting ‘come hither’ motion issues out that leaves the spider floating. \n\nTiny legs scrambling for some semblance of a purchase, the panicked little victim lashing out into the air while grabbing at nothing. Elezareth levitates it toward the center of her palm. Making sure it was just out of reach lest her fingers suffer a bite.\n\n“Open wide.” The witch coos, finding that as can be expected her new snake toy wasn’t cooperating. \n\nSqueeze. A harsh squeeze. The male wrapped around her throat, her midsection, binding her tail with his own, applied constricting pressure on her ribs. Painful, biting pressure that pushed scales out of alignment and threatened to damage her bones. \n\nThe poor Groom opened her jaws in an attempt to yowl at the pain, and just as readily the male snake and that blasted witch worked in unison. Her floating the spider down into the back of ‘Marry’s’ throat, while the familiar thrusts a little bit deeper. Something sticky and hot splurts into her inner folds, and above everything else this is the moment where our groom felt the most violated. \n\nShe tries to keep that fanged mouth open and tilt to one side, if not to drop the spider free then at least to give it enough time that crawling away was possible. Spindly legs tickled over gumlines, the strange slip and squish as it struggles to pass over teeth. The odd feeling of weight when it crumples down onto her stringy tongue, feeling so much like a roll of lint mixed with cheap rice paper. \n\nThe spider wasn’t getting very far, spittle sticking to its thin body to such a degree that the weight of her spit alone hampered the spider’s movement. Still ‘Marry’ tries to keep her teeth parted, and realizes that through her efforts to push the arachnid away with her tongue she was just making everything harder.\n\nSnap.\n\nOne dainty finger, pale and thin, pushes onto the top of Marry’s jaw and presses down. Chin into the floorboard, eyes forced to look up at Elezareth’s extended arm. Unable to turn, helpless to listen, and now feeling the icky sense of something creeping about inside her teeth.\n\nIrrationally Marry was now distinctly worried about getting bitten, but in all honesty dying to a venomous bite would probably be a nicer fate than whatever his ex-lover had in store.\n\nAnother squeeze reminded our Marry that she now had a current lover, and this was far less gentle than the once-man had ever been used to.\n\nGluck …\n\nLike swallowing lint, or feeling a dried leaf slide down your throat. So spindly and whispy without much substance behind it, and unlike the rodent still cramped up inside the female snake could barely tell she’s eaten the thing at all. Not the concept of having eaten a spider doesn’t fill the new reptile with an aching disgust. \n\nBeing completely incapable of vomiting isn’t going to do her any favors in these coming trials. Though if she could Elezareth would probably just come up with something else. \n\n“Daaaww, poor little thing.” The witch coos gently, reaching a hand out to pet … her familiar. Passing up ‘Marry’ entirely. “Are you starting to get tired? Well how about we give you a little mid-fuck snack.”\n\nThe Groom only had a short beat to hiss in confusion before Elezareth’s meaning became alarmingly clear. A flick of the twist, a point in some direction near the pews, and then a rodent comes floating up. Short grey fur, a small hairless tail, wobbly and fat with a rounded shape. Had to be a vole. \n\nSathos tightened his grip mercilessly around the Groom’s neck, squeezing in two places just to bulge out the poor bright caught between them. A happy hiss, the familiar’s tongue lashing out and his jaws opening to accept the treat. The vole, whoever that might have once been, can only flounder through the air as it’s floated ever so gently into the snake’s maw. No restraint akin to what John might have offered. \n\nBite, tear, fangs punching through the fur and leaving a trickle of blood to spill down. The slight bit of drool and few drops of red now staining the horrified snake’s head, scales letting most of it slide off easily. The vole struggles harder and lets out shrill little chirps, but the Familiar just snaps forward while accepting the meat into his gullet.\n\nOur Groom was able to feel every inch of it sliding down the long, sinuous body. A twitching lump that oozes down the Familiar’s neck, sliding deep and rubbing along her side in a forced massage. Unable to move away and held oppressively close while listening to the male’s food settling in at near the same spot our bride had been tucked away.\n\nThrust. Heat!\n\nThe familiar still works to make sure he’s cemented his new fucktoy, the member felt as hot as a furnace and burned both coming in and going out. Sticky and wet and very stiff, the snake genitalia giving her a full experience behind exactly what it’s like to be used and dominated. \n\nThe two rodents each wrapped up inside their respective stomachs now competed to see who could twitch and squeak the loudest, rubbing up against each other with a twin layer of belly fat separating both from freedom. Each feeling the cloying gasps as suffocation sets in, the oppressive darkness that leaves them helplessly trapped. The stinging burns as acid laps away at their fur, soaking through skin the way water soaks through a cracker. \n\nBut the witch didn’t stop, and there were plenty more victims to choose from. Her hands wave and the finger snap, four more vermin float up to the air in a flail of legs and chirping screams.\n\nOne was a mouse, fat and wide while only about half the size of the vole. Another was a scorpion, tail sliding limp through the air. A third was a wiggling little salamander, head and hips rocking from side to side as it attempts to slither. And the fourth was another snake, but a hilariously tiny Gardner snake. Green scales a tiny head, it’s body only as long as Elezareth’s finger.\n\nThe group floated toward a now whimpering serpent in this neat little line, the snake coming into first and lashing in ‘Marrys’ general direction. As much as she wanted to clamp her jaws shut and turn the other way, her head was held stiff, her privates were even now being assaulted by the presence of another’s snakes manhood, and her mouth was slowly forced to open up.\n\nTiny little snake drops onto her lower jaw with a wet plop, fitting inside completely while being only about as long as Marry’s tongue. Clamp, gluck, gone. Whoever that person might have been, they slide down Marry’s throat as easily as everything else. Like a writhing noodle made of meat. It didn’t leave a bulge but she could easily feel it flopping around inside, smothering further along to crush whoever was between it and the rodent still inside.\n\nThe mouse came next, it’s thin little paws grasping onto the serpent’s nose and trying to hold itself firm. Elezareth’s finger engaged in fierce combat with a witche’s poke paired against a mouse’s desperation. The mouse lost of course, giving Marry the taste of fear and the dry puff of eating uncooked hair. It went down her throat without lubrication, making her feel like her insides were stretched taut with a belly now full. \n\nSathos was outright enjoying every moment of this, from the close proximity to a cute girl to the way he could feel her swallowing. Feel the kicks and thumps as things inside her are trying to escape.\n\nA scorpion was up next which the Groom feeling both disgusted and intimidated as the venomous tail kept coming closer. It didn’t have much time to react, it’s upper body smeared into her jaws with its two pincers getting caught at the lip’s hinge. Marry feels her mouth forced to close, but the scorpions tail was still jutting out.\n\nStab.\n\nStab.\n\nGluck.\n\nIt’s tail slapped uselessly between Marry’s eye, utterly terrifying when you just couldn’t pull away and had to accept it. But another forced gulp, the scorpion’s claws forced to bend backward at an odd angle until … crunch. Broken and useless, crushed into the side of its body on the way down.\n\nSo very light and whispy and insubstantial, once more akin to eating a spider. But this was a longer spider, it’s body leaving no real impression on Marry’s insides and certainly no sign of its existence outside.\n\nThe newt came last. Eyes wet and body glistening, the moment it was placed into Marry’s tongue it started curling it’s body to turn around. Flop, splatter, and then runrunrun, it rushed between the serpent’s fangs and scampered across the floor. Didn’t help. It was just plucked back off the ground by magic and then levitated right back over, where it tries again to curl away and slip between Marry’s jaws.\n\nClamp. \n\nThe fangs were forced to clamp down when it was only halfway through, leaving its tail and legs slapping inside the snake’s maw while it’s head and arms were still busy in an effort to squiggle free. It was slippery and slick, the thing tasted like snot, and it’s whole body felt like mucus and ballsack wrapped around a few twigs for support.\n\nBut Elezareth’s finger had the final word, pressing into the newt’s head and puuuushhing ever so gently until it was just a face jutting free. She giggles down at it, offering the newt a fareway kiss. And then her same finger makes it squeeze the rest of the way inside.\n\nGulp.\n\nFor all of its slippery nature making the thing hard to catch, once it was near her throat it went down easily and smoothly. Swallowing the newt was like drinking a glass of water, it’s just gone in a matter of seconds.\n\nThe taste of slime, the writhing within her belly, the sheer desire to slump over the floor and just start retching until all the movement stops. This was the most awful experience she had ever suffered the misfortune to live through.\n\nAnd it still wasn’t done.\n\nFive more creatures floated up, a mix of cockroaches and beetles. Marry let out a hissing whimper, fangs bared and utter fear in her eyes. But Sathos maintained his hold and the poor serpent’s mouth was once more forced open. The meals came in faster now, plop and wiggle before the reluctant swallow. Open once again so three more could be funneled in at once. Kicking and scampering with tiny legs and squishy bodies oozing their way inside her.\n\nSome of the insects were crushed outright by the muscles squeezing around them, others were lumped into the backside of those who came before.\n\nBut then Elezareth focused on … bigger meals.\n\nThe next to be plucked out from its hiding spot was a very chattery squirrel. Bigger than Marry’s head, a fluffy tail that twitched behind it, clawed hands grasping for the air or latching onto pews in an effort to save itself. Nothing helped for more than a few moments against the witch’s magic of course.\n\nIt was floated, just like all the others, directly in front of the Groom’s maw while the jaws were held open. The squirrel fought even harder than the salamander, it’s face shoved into the gullet before immediately pulling itself back out. Fangs scraped against its back, but slid over the fur without penetrating. Another shove, this time with magic locking it’s front paws to its sides, and the creature went down up to its shoulders.\n\nMarry felt like she needed to gag. Something dry, big, and moving held down her throat and then stayed there. She gulped, unwillingly at first but then more frequently when it didn’t seem change things. Then the squirrel started pulling itself back out anyway, and the coarse fur rubbed her esophagus with a burning passion. Like trying to swallow a throw rug and then having someone pull it back out before it was halfway down.\n\nShe felt a paw on her lower chin, and then the harsh strain as it was kicking into her jaws. No, pushing. It was using it’s legs as a brace so that it could flex its spine, pulling out with a fierce strength that seemed to well overpower Marry’s fleeting gulps.\n\nFloat. Tilt. And just like that it’s escape was hopeless again, legs bound together by magic and its body lifted up so as to be perfectly aligned with the gullet. Gulp. A few inches went down.\n\nGulp.\n\nIt slid down up to its waist, shrieking wildly and thrashing from side to side. That puff of a tail kept thwacking against Marry’s face, floofing over the eyes and making it hard to concentrate. \n\nAnother gulp, and now only the tail and feet were jutting free, the rest of its body well inside her and now coming face to face with the mix of insects and fur down in front of it. Side to side, up and down, even opening it’s jaws and trying to bite, none of it made any difference. Soon its hips were down her gullet and the squirrel’s tail-tip is all the poor thing had free. Not enough to flick about, not even long enough to hit the serpent’s eyes anymore. A fact Marry would almost have felt grateful for if not for the sensation of eating dry hair and live rodent.\n\nSlurp, gluck, slurp. The tail was gone too, the squirrel’s body forming a wide lump that seemed even bigger than the poor bride nestled inside. Sathos made sure to rhythmically slide his scales about, rubbing against that bulge from all sides, squeezing around the back end to shove it deeper inside. \n\nThe squirrel found itself in an interesting version of hell, dark and warm with the sound of various screams all about. A muffled heartbeat, the distant hissing, and it’s face smeared right through a small hoard of insects. Some still scampering and trying to pull away from the sticky globs of bile that held them stuck, others were in bits and pieces that left a fresh mulch for the squirrel to barrel through. Not willingly of course, even when it’s nose slid underneath the poor vole and started coming into the bride’s rear end, the stomach walls and Sathos were the ones deciding where the poor rodent stops.\n\n“Almost done my pet.” Elezareth smiles gently, reaching an arm down to stroke over Satho’s back. “So diligent, but you’re getting tired now aren’t you.” \n\nThe groom couldn’t tell how that witch and her familiar were speaking to one another, but it wasn’t through words. The male snake seemingly did something that just helped confirm what Elezareth already suspected, and then with a flourish of her arms the girl summoned forth every last scampering vermin that ran around the room. Those who’d been hiding now found themselves yanked into the open, and the others were showing various degrees of motion.\n\nRodents, insects, flies and worms, the collection seemed so small now when compared against the group of people this room had once been flooded with. Humans people, full and able-bodied humans who had all been a member of some royalty, or some wealthy merchant with numerous connections. \n\nThey flowed toward Marry like a wave, coming in twos and threes just to end up funneled into her jaws. No waiting for her to swallow now, that same magic that levitated them and held them still now showed it could force a writhing mouse into her gullet without bothering to wait for her body’s assistance.\n\nHer middle section bloated, the mass amount of food inside was being squeezed a tiny bit deeper, the stomach stretched taut to accommodate a new flood of meals.\n\nThe serpent didn’t bother fighting it. There was no point, nothing she could say, and certainly nothing she could do as most of the softer victims were compressed into a slushy ball into the backside of a squirrel, and still others were knocked about the oncoming rodents. Three more mice and one other rat ended up an unwilling participant in Marry’s unwilling meal. \n\nIt was no longer possible to make out individual shapes, or to tell what lump came from which victim. Sathos sending ripples of compression over the whole of that gut, feeling down her belly with his and letting each person inside suffer the sensual experience of a snake’s affection.\n\nOnce the room was clean Elezareth laid down on her side and extended a hand. Simply petting. Stroking her beloved familiar, humming a gentle tune to help sooth the randy little serpent. She fiddled with his tail and rubbed a thumb against his chin. Marry’s discomfort was ignored outright, up until Sathos decided it was time to pull out.\n\nOh, he took his time. Making sure it was a slow drag, the sharp pain as a now stretched cloaca was moist and over-used. If this had been earlier in the meal-time fun she would have used this chance to lash out again. Bite, whip, maybe just slither away and try to sort everything out later. But now she was full.\n\nBloated, full, and in complete misery, all while feeling the jerking twitches of still very active meals melting away inside.\n\nElezareth allows her familiar to slide back into its spot on her shoulder. She stands to her full height, dusting her hands off while sounding very pleased with herself. A snap of the fingers, and the fire blocking their exit evaporated as quickly as it came.\n\nShe makes sure to pluck up all of the holy artifacts she earned from that fight, now striding over toward Marry. Her voice was far too chipper. Her tone impossibly pleased. And the hint of a threat all too familiar now.\n\n“Time to come home ‘Marry’” she says the snakes new name for added emphasis. “If you liked today, you’re going to love what I have planned next.”\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "For all the world this would have appeared to be a baffling scene had any witness come late to see the results of a witch’s wrath. The lithe woman in black clothes kneeling down atop a religious podium, staring at two snakes in the midst of making love. The male ravenous and aggressive, holding the female still as it speared into her again and again.

Burning hot flesh, the sharp pain as it enters followed by the dull stretch when he retracts.

The female snake was plump, twitchy, and still showing a small bulge from the one mouse it’s eaten. Hissing angrily while remaining utterly helpless against even the other snake. Let alone the comparatively massive spellcaster.

Bugs and rodents scampered around wildly, everything from beatles to spiders to jumpy little squirrels, scrambling for the stained glass window or hiding behind pews in the church. There was only one way out unless you could smash apart glass or tunnel through stone. And that was the main door.

A doorway that just so happened to be guarded by black, magical flames …

Most of the recently transformed victims decided it was best to wait, and hide, hope the witch has her fun and leaves. Then hope further still that none of their transformations were permanent, after all the one man who might hold the power to break such a curse was now a worm. And melting. Inside the stomach of a female snake.

“Such a cute little fucktoy for my darling familiar. Are you ready for more, Marry?” the witch titters, addressing her newest toy directly.

“HHsssssss!” the thing demanded. Refusing to let his real name die, and not about to simply accept the fact his human body and manhood were both stripped away on what was supposed to be his wedding night.

The bride still twitching inside him, what was now a mouse feeling the sharp clenches as another snake ravages her devourer, getting rocked amongst the slick juices and caustic snot all while listening to the sounds of her groom being raped.

“But your tummy can hold a bit more than that, now can’t it?” Elezareth grins. Her eyes glinting at the same moment the snake’s hissing stops. Emotion was hard to discern beyond anger and aggressiveness. Snakes were good at making warnings and lashing out at people but had a very limited range of motion in their faces.

For a time Elezareth figured she could try to guess at what he was feeling, and act to maximize his suffering. It was also so fun to taunt a victim who’s entirely at your mercy and whim, someone so degraded they can’t even apply voice to their own defense. Or more importantly, they wouldn’t have any last minute words to change her mind, no annoying insult to take her fun away and no curse invoking some obscure god she’d have to worry about.

At the same time it was probably better for the both of them if she just stopped treating him like he had once been human at all. This spell wasn’t ever going to wear off, and she had no plans on breaking it for any reason. Marry’s only real purpose now was as a mate for Sathos, and a test subject from which to apply her latest batch of spells to.  It would be smart to start treating him like it …

Yeah, that would have been smart.

Instead she motions toward a scampering little spider with two fingers, a taunting ‘come hither’ motion issues out that leaves the spider floating.

Tiny legs scrambling for some semblance of a purchase, the panicked little victim lashing out into the air while grabbing at nothing. Elezareth levitates it toward the center of her palm. Making sure it was just out of reach lest her fingers suffer a bite.

“Open wide.” The witch coos, finding that as can be expected her new snake toy wasn’t cooperating.

Squeeze. A harsh squeeze. The male wrapped around her throat, her midsection, binding her tail with his own, applied constricting pressure on her ribs. Painful, biting pressure that pushed scales out of alignment and threatened to damage her bones.

The poor Groom opened her jaws in an attempt to yowl at the pain, and just as readily the male snake and that blasted witch worked in unison. Her floating the spider down into the back of ‘Marry’s’ throat, while the familiar thrusts a little bit deeper. Something sticky and hot splurts into her inner folds, and above everything else this is the moment where our groom felt the most violated.

She tries to keep that fanged mouth open and tilt to one side, if not to drop the spider free then at least to give it enough time that crawling away was possible. Spindly legs tickled over gumlines, the strange slip and squish as it struggles to pass over teeth. The odd feeling of weight when it crumples down onto her stringy tongue, feeling so much like a roll of lint mixed with cheap rice paper.

The spider wasn’t getting very far, spittle sticking to its thin body to such a degree that the weight of her spit alone hampered the spider’s movement. Still ‘Marry’ tries to keep her teeth parted, and realizes that through her efforts to push the arachnid away with her tongue she was just making everything harder.

Snap.

One dainty finger, pale and thin, pushes onto the top of Marry’s jaw and presses down. Chin into the floorboard, eyes forced to look up at Elezareth’s extended arm. Unable to turn, helpless to listen, and now feeling the icky sense of something creeping about inside her teeth.

Irrationally Marry was now distinctly worried about getting bitten, but in all honesty dying to a venomous bite would probably be a nicer fate than whatever his ex-lover had in store.

Another squeeze reminded our Marry that she now had a current lover, and this was far less gentle than the once-man had ever been used to.

Gluck …

Like swallowing lint, or feeling a dried leaf slide down your throat. So spindly and whispy without much substance behind it, and unlike the rodent still cramped up inside the female snake could barely tell she’s eaten the thing at all. Not the concept of having eaten a spider doesn’t fill the new reptile with an aching disgust.

Being completely incapable of vomiting isn’t going to do her any favors in these coming trials. Though if she could Elezareth would probably just come up with something else.

“Daaaww, poor little thing.” The witch coos gently, reaching a hand out to pet … her familiar. Passing up ‘Marry’ entirely. “Are you starting to get tired? Well how about we give you a little mid-fuck snack.”

The Groom only had a short beat to hiss in confusion before Elezareth’s meaning became alarmingly clear. A flick of the twist, a point in some direction near the pews, and then a rodent comes floating up. Short grey fur, a small hairless tail, wobbly and fat with a rounded shape. Had to be a vole.

Sathos tightened his grip mercilessly around the Groom’s neck, squeezing in two places just to bulge out the poor bright caught between them. A happy hiss, the familiar’s tongue lashing out and his jaws opening to accept the treat. The vole, whoever that might have once been, can only flounder through the air as it’s floated ever so gently into the snake’s maw. No restraint akin to what John might have offered.

Bite, tear, fangs punching through the fur and leaving a trickle of blood to spill down. The slight bit of drool and few drops of red now staining the horrified snake’s head, scales letting most of it slide off easily. The vole struggles harder and lets out shrill little chirps, but the Familiar just snaps forward while accepting the meat into his gullet.

Our Groom was able to feel every inch of it sliding down the long, sinuous body. A twitching lump that oozes down the Familiar’s neck, sliding deep and rubbing along her side in a forced massage. Unable to move away and held oppressively close while listening to the male’s food settling in at near the same spot our bride had been tucked away.

Thrust. Heat!

The familiar still works to make sure he’s cemented his new fucktoy, the member felt as hot as a furnace and burned both coming in and going out. Sticky and wet and very stiff, the snake genitalia giving her a full experience behind exactly what it’s like to be used and dominated.

The two rodents each wrapped up inside their respective stomachs now competed to see who could twitch and squeak the loudest, rubbing up against each other with a twin layer of belly fat separating both from freedom. Each feeling the cloying gasps as suffocation sets in, the oppressive darkness that leaves them helplessly trapped. The stinging burns as acid laps away at their fur, soaking through skin the way water soaks through a cracker.

But the witch didn’t stop, and there were plenty more victims to choose from. Her hands wave and the finger snap, four more vermin float up to the air in a flail of legs and chirping screams.

One was a mouse, fat and wide while only about half the size of the vole. Another was a scorpion, tail sliding limp through the air. A third was a wiggling little salamander, head and hips rocking from side to side as it attempts to slither. And the fourth was another snake, but a hilariously tiny Gardner snake. Green scales a tiny head, it’s body only as long as Elezareth’s finger.

The group floated toward a now whimpering serpent in this neat little line, the snake coming into first and lashing in ‘Marrys’ general direction. As much as she wanted to clamp her jaws shut and turn the other way, her head was held stiff, her privates were even now being assaulted by the presence of another’s snakes manhood, and her mouth was slowly forced to open up.

Tiny little snake drops onto her lower jaw with a wet plop, fitting inside completely while being only about as long as Marry’s tongue. Clamp, gluck, gone. Whoever that person might have been, they slide down Marry’s throat as easily as everything else. Like a writhing noodle made of meat. It didn’t leave a bulge but she could easily feel it flopping around inside, smothering further along to crush whoever was between it and the rodent still inside.

The mouse came next, it’s thin little paws grasping onto the serpent’s nose and trying to hold itself firm. Elezareth’s finger engaged in fierce combat with a witche’s poke paired against a mouse’s desperation. The mouse lost of course, giving Marry the taste of fear and the dry puff of eating uncooked hair. It went down her throat without lubrication, making her feel like her insides were stretched taut with a belly now full.

Sathos was outright enjoying every moment of this, from the close proximity to a cute girl to the way he could feel her swallowing. Feel the kicks and thumps as things inside her are trying to escape.

A scorpion was up next which the Groom feeling both disgusted and intimidated as the venomous tail kept coming closer. It didn’t have much time to react, it’s upper body smeared into her jaws with its two pincers getting caught at the lip’s hinge. Marry feels her mouth forced to close, but the scorpions tail was still jutting out.

Stab.

Stab.

Gluck.

It’s tail slapped uselessly between Marry’s eye, utterly terrifying when you just couldn’t pull away and had to accept it. But another forced gulp, the scorpion’s claws forced to bend backward at an odd angle until … crunch. Broken and useless, crushed into the side of its body on the way down.

So very light and whispy and insubstantial, once more akin to eating a spider. But this was a longer spider, it’s body leaving no real impression on Marry’s insides and certainly no sign of its existence outside.

The newt came last. Eyes wet and body glistening, the moment it was placed into Marry’s tongue it started curling it’s body to turn around. Flop, splatter, and then runrunrun, it rushed between the serpent’s fangs and scampered across the floor. Didn’t help. It was just plucked back off the ground by magic and then levitated right back over, where it tries again to curl away and slip between Marry’s jaws.

Clamp.

The fangs were forced to clamp down when it was only halfway through, leaving its tail and legs slapping inside the snake’s maw while it’s head and arms were still busy in an effort to squiggle free. It was slippery and slick, the thing tasted like snot, and it’s whole body felt like mucus and ballsack wrapped around a few twigs for support.

But Elezareth’s finger had the final word, pressing into the newt’s head and puuuushhing ever so gently until it was just a face jutting free. She giggles down at it, offering the newt a fareway kiss. And then her same finger makes it squeeze the rest of the way inside.

Gulp.

For all of its slippery nature making the thing hard to catch, once it was near her throat it went down easily and smoothly. Swallowing the newt was like drinking a glass of water, it’s just gone in a matter of seconds.

The taste of slime, the writhing within her belly, the sheer desire to slump over the floor and just start retching until all the movement stops. This was the most awful experience she had ever suffered the misfortune to live through.

And it still wasn’t done.

Five more creatures floated up, a mix of cockroaches and beetles. Marry let out a hissing whimper, fangs bared and utter fear in her eyes. But Sathos maintained his hold and the poor serpent’s mouth was once more forced open. The meals came in faster now, plop and wiggle before the reluctant swallow. Open once again so three more could be funneled in at once. Kicking and scampering with tiny legs and squishy bodies oozing their way inside her.

Some of the insects were crushed outright by the muscles squeezing around them, others were lumped into the backside of those who came before.

But then Elezareth focused on … bigger meals.

The next to be plucked out from its hiding spot was a very chattery squirrel. Bigger than Marry’s head, a fluffy tail that twitched behind it, clawed hands grasping for the air or latching onto pews in an effort to save itself. Nothing helped for more than a few moments against the witch’s magic of course.

It was floated, just like all the others, directly in front of the Groom’s maw while the jaws were held open. The squirrel fought even harder than the salamander, it’s face shoved into the gullet before immediately pulling itself back out. Fangs scraped against its back, but slid over the fur without penetrating. Another shove, this time with magic locking it’s front paws to its sides, and the creature went down up to its shoulders.

Marry felt like she needed to gag. Something dry, big, and moving held down her throat and then stayed there. She gulped, unwillingly at first but then more frequently when it didn’t seem change things. Then the squirrel started pulling itself back out anyway, and the coarse fur rubbed her esophagus with a burning passion. Like trying to swallow a throw rug and then having someone pull it back out before it was halfway down.

She felt a paw on her lower chin, and then the harsh strain as it was kicking into her jaws. No, pushing. It was using it’s legs as a brace so that it could flex its spine, pulling out with a fierce strength that seemed to well overpower Marry’s fleeting gulps.

Float. Tilt. And just like that it’s escape was hopeless again, legs bound together by magic and its body lifted up so as to be perfectly aligned with the gullet. Gulp. A few inches went down.

Gulp.

It slid down up to its waist, shrieking wildly and thrashing from side to side. That puff of a tail kept thwacking against Marry’s face, floofing over the eyes and making it hard to concentrate.

Another gulp, and now only the tail and feet were jutting free, the rest of its body well inside her and now coming face to face with the mix of insects and fur down in front of it. Side to side, up and down, even opening it’s jaws and trying to bite, none of it made any difference. Soon its hips were down her gullet and the squirrel’s tail-tip is all the poor thing had free. Not enough to flick about, not even long enough to hit the serpent’s eyes anymore. A fact Marry would almost have felt grateful for if not for the sensation of eating dry hair and live rodent.

Slurp, gluck, slurp. The tail was gone too, the squirrel’s body forming a wide lump that seemed even bigger than the poor bride nestled inside. Sathos made sure to rhythmically slide his scales about, rubbing against that bulge from all sides, squeezing around the back end to shove it deeper inside.

The squirrel found itself in an interesting version of hell, dark and warm with the sound of various screams all about. A muffled heartbeat, the distant hissing, and it’s face smeared right through a small hoard of insects. Some still scampering and trying to pull away from the sticky globs of bile that held them stuck, others were in bits and pieces that left a fresh mulch for the squirrel to barrel through. Not willingly of course, even when it’s nose slid underneath the poor vole and started coming into the bride’s rear end, the stomach walls and Sathos were the ones deciding where the poor rodent stops.

“Almost done my pet.” Elezareth smiles gently, reaching an arm down to stroke over Satho’s back. “So diligent, but you’re getting tired now aren’t you.”

The groom couldn’t tell how that witch and her familiar were speaking to one another, but it wasn’t through words. The male snake seemingly did something that just helped confirm what Elezareth already suspected, and then with a flourish of her arms the girl summoned forth every last scampering vermin that ran around the room. Those who’d been hiding now found themselves yanked into the open,  and the others were showing various degrees of motion.

Rodents, insects, flies and worms, the collection seemed so small now when compared against the group of people this room had once been flooded with. Humans people, full and able-bodied humans who had all been a member of some royalty, or some wealthy merchant with numerous connections.

They flowed toward Marry like a wave, coming in twos and threes just to end up funneled into her jaws. No waiting for her to swallow now, that same magic that levitated them and held them still now showed it could force a writhing mouse into her gullet without bothering to wait for her body’s assistance.

Her middle section bloated, the mass amount of food inside was being squeezed a tiny bit deeper, the stomach stretched taut to accommodate a new flood of meals.

The serpent didn’t bother fighting it. There was no point, nothing she could say, and certainly nothing she could do as most of the softer victims were compressed into a slushy ball into the backside of a squirrel, and still others were knocked about the oncoming rodents. Three more mice and one other rat ended up an unwilling participant in Marry’s unwilling meal.

It was no longer possible to make out individual shapes, or to tell what lump came from which victim. Sathos sending ripples of compression over the whole of that gut, feeling down her belly with his and letting each person inside suffer the sensual experience of a snake’s affection.

Once the room was clean Elezareth laid down on her side and extended a hand. Simply petting. Stroking her beloved familiar, humming a gentle tune to help sooth the randy little serpent. She fiddled with his tail and rubbed a thumb against his chin. Marry’s discomfort was ignored outright, up until Sathos decided it was time to pull out.

Oh, he took his time. Making sure it was a slow drag, the sharp pain as a now stretched cloaca was moist and over-used. If this had been earlier in the meal-time fun she would have used this chance to lash out again. Bite, whip, maybe just slither away and try to sort everything out later. But now she was full.

Bloated, full, and in complete misery, all while feeling the jerking twitches of still very active meals melting away inside.

Elezareth allows her familiar to slide back into its spot on her shoulder. She stands to her full height, dusting her hands off while sounding very pleased with herself. A snap of the fingers, and the fire blocking their exit evaporated as quickly as it came.

She makes sure to pluck up all of the holy artifacts she earned from that fight, now striding over toward Marry. Her voice was far too chipper. Her tone impossibly pleased. And the hint of a threat all too familiar now.

“Time to come home ‘Marry’” she says the snakes new name for added emphasis. “If you liked today, you’re going to love what I have planned next.”

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