An ongoing birthday gift for redhairedprey (31st of October), featuring Jajuka by tacokurt

Story by redhairedprey

Red was not sure how much time had passed. His head pounded, his temples throbbed, his chest ached and his limbs were numb with tingling pins and needles due to lack of blood flow. So long had he spent being milked for air, massaged, the thick firm coils around his chest and head squeezing him predatorily. Red counted the seconds until his next breath of air, there were twenty of them. Twenty breathless seconds in between each breath the tremendous basilisk allowed him, each one feeling like an hour in itself. The room spun, rocked and tilted, adrenaline pumped through his system keeping him conscious.

Red was dizzy. He gave one more whimper, a few of his fingers escaping the crevice between a coil to press at its girth, his fingers sinking into the scales, and in an instant the iron grip of the coils turned soft. Softer. Ever softer. After being tenderized and squeezed relentlessly for the better part of an hour, Red was suddenly suspended aloft in an embrace that was now entirely different. The bulky coils that gripped him went from being firm as a chokehold to as soft as a marshmallow, and all of Red’s limbs tingled with new circulation rushing back to them as his body was allowed to breathe - and squirm again. The thick coil gagging Red over his mouth preventing any whimpering was lifted, thick strands of the human’s drool stretching from it as it departed his mouth, and Red gave a cough. He sputtered, the thick scaly gag finally lifted, Red gave a bout of moans “Aaahh-hahh” but he still felt like he was restrained. The smooth scales of the emerald basilisk pushed at him, delighting him in waves of pressure, squeezing down his body, rippling, flowing, pulsating.

Soft bands of pillowy thickness still surrounded him, languidly binding his arms to his chest, and he felt the loops of coils upon his legs slowly beginning to peel off. They left pink imprints of their very scales upon Red’s sensitive skin as they slowly fell away from his legs, one by one, uncoiling his lower half while his upper body remained bound in a spool of thick, lush coils that cradled him like a waterbed. The tone of the predator’s voice changed, from an insidious hiss to a more playful, seductive tone. “You’ve done well so far, pet,” The serpent spoke, cooing in delight as Red huffed, immensely thankful to have air in his lungs again. Then he felt it, a thick soft rising presence in between his legs, flowing between them like a river of pillowy scale growing thicker, thicker by the second.

Red’s legs had been spread apart by all the coils wrenched around them before but now, there were no coils around his legs, just a tremendous pliant length that grew between his legs like an inflating mattress being wedged between them. Red was still lying prone, but then he felt the coils around his chest tense, supporting his back while remaining soft, and slowly his body began to elevate, bending his body at the waist to recline him into a lounging position. As this went on, Red’s legs were spread fully apart by the squishy coil between them, and before he knew it he was desperately hugging at the tender mass between his legs for support while the serpent continued to lift him up.

Another loop of tail departed the crown of his head, and he found himself staring into the shimmering honey-like eyes of Jajuka once more. Red’s fingers sank into the coil as it became softer, like squeezing a foam stress ball, as did the rest of his body, his rump sinking into the coil he now sat upon softly, pleasantly. Red then realized, with no short amount of surprise, that his boxers were gone. Shredded by the tempest of squeezes he had endured, the tattered remains scattered upon the floor. Red had not heard the ripping noise over the cacophony of creaking the coils had made in his ears, as well as the ominous slurching noise he heard deep within those thick rolling coils, the sounds of an empty serpent body yearning for prey.

“You’ve tapped out far fewer times than I expected” Jajuka continued to tease, speaking in a low, intimate tone. Then, with another shove, Red found himself cresting the coil between his legs, rising up it like a roller coaster cart rises up the tracks before its descent. Slowly, carefully, Red was forced to grind the silken soft underbelly of the snake between his legs, his now bare genitals twitching with pleasure as they sank pleasantly into its enveloping clutches. The coils clutching around Red’s rump gave another shove, and Red continued to edge up this “hill” of coil, his pace uneven, stopping every few moments to shiver and twitch in the softness before it continued. Jajuka seemed to be enjoying this, pushing him upwards, his member being enveloped against the lovely, unfathomably pillowy underbelly. Together they would shift, and grind, Red would moan, whimper, whine, the terror that filled his mind before slowly turning to pleasure, turning to bliss, the loops of scale wrapped around his shoulder growing softer, and softer, until the feeling went from a crushing iron embrace to a gentle supportive hug from someone in a thick down coat.

The coils became softer than any bed Red had ever slept on, their composition seemingly changing altogether as the muscles within both of them relaxed and pooled into jell-like softness. The serpent inhaled, the coils rising up around Red’s shoulders to pour upon his clavicle, and then the serpent exhaled, causing the thick coils to shrink, recede, Red exhaling with him, their breathing both in sync now like two lovers in a passionate embrace. Red looked up, his eyes begging, not for release anymore, but to know why, why this snake had chosen to give him such a tender embrace of compassion now. Red’s eyes were squinting, he was already exhausted, but Jajuka’s eyes were wide open, looking deep into Red’s, while Red continued to huff and puff excitedly, they both could feel the warm feeling rising in Red’s chest.

Red tried to speak, he opened his mouth, but his jaw merely hung open without any words, only more heated huffs of breath, his face filling with crimson flush as the blood rushed to his head, wondering what to say. “Are you trying to impress me, pet?” Jajuka cooed with a hiss. Red felt like he was talking to a highschool crush, he choked on his words and stuttered a little, tripping over the first syllable to emerge from his mouth with a “G-gnh” but then, almost as if Jajuka was anticipating his desire, the great snake gave a smile before pushing his lips forward into the humans face. “Fwah” Red sputtered, a thick coil immediately emerged from behind Red’s head, and pushed supportively at the back of Red’s cranium, bringing his face into the smothering lips, sandwiching the man’s face between soft coil and soft lips. “Prove yourself to be more than a meal alone?”

Red felt like he was melting, his face burned with tingly delight, his body lit up with pleasure like a christmas tree, neurons firing on all cylinders. Red opened his mouth to moan as the same thick, silken, slippery tongue wormed underneath his chin where before there had been a thick length of tail. The wet appendage slipped under his chin and around the other side of his face with a squelch. The tongue smeared over his opposite cheek while the front of his face was massaged by a tremendous pair of lips, pushing over his features like someone smothering him between two down pillows, and Red moaned. He no longer had control over his emotions nor his body, arousal and tingly pleasure took over his body and Red lavished his face against the lips that slowly began to push over his head. Jajuka gave a long, delighted hiss, and said “Either way, I believe you’ve earned yourself a reward…”

One of Red’s eyes had slipped between the lips, and through a thin veil of saliva in the dark wet maw he could see the entrance to Jajuka’s throat, widening and cinching eagerly, hungrily, anticipating his hot sweaty face being captured by it, and Red felt his heart give a flurry of beats in panic as he realized being devoured was still a very real possibility. Red still felt everything, the soft wet tongue prodding both of his cheeks, the loops of thickness around his arms, the coils he wobbled upon like a bouncy castle. Red gave a grunt, a “G-ghn” as he tried to resist the urge to squirm but it was no use. Red began to buck his hips, needily into the coil he now straddled in earnest, inadvertently. His legs kicked and swiped across the sides of the thick coil he was now propped atop, sinking into the sides wherever they pressed, and he would lose his balance if not for the stack of thick robust coils bracing him in place there. Jajuka’s tail which had previously been wrapped about his head was now twirling up his right leg, swirling as it delved in between the soft coil Red gripped, and the tender region of his nethers. The tail found its mark, curling tenderly around what was now a throbbing, heated arousal prodding at the softness of Jajuka’s underbelly.

Red gave a bodily twitch, a twitch which would prod and smush into the softness surrounding him, and the coils would quiver, ripples of soft pressure running down his body which made him shiver. “Let's see if we can get your heart pumping even harder…” Jajuka whispered. Red was fighting uncoordinated bliss overcoming him with sensation, never before in his life had he felt such pleasure, no one had ever touched him like this, and it was a feeling as delightful as a warm oatmeal bath would be to a freezing cold man. Chills ran down Red’s spine, he shook with pleasure, all of his movements still captured by the soft coils that embraced him. It was going to be a long night, and there were still plans Jajuka had for his prey.

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