The Snake and the Horny Wolf Boys

“Hnnh, damn Varjo, spread your legs already, my cock’s gonna burst!”, Veri moaned into his brother’s ear, their muscular bodies pressed together as they were writhing on the rumpled, sweaty blankets. The whole tent smelled almost overpoweringly of young, male wolf. Young, male, sweaty and horny as fuck wolf that was. It had been a hot day and a long march, but sore as they might feel, they had barely been able to contain themselves until nightfall. Until the point where they could hear their dad snoring in his tent and the whole encampment fall quiet in the still sweltering, warm night…
“Hnnnh, make me, big bro…”, the younger wolf said with a cheeky grin, leaning up to lick over his brother’s muzzle, his stiff cock rubbing against his brother’s toned abs, offering mock resistance as he felt the only slightly older wolf bear down on him, pushing his muzzle over his, shutting him up with a rather sloppy kiss. A jolt of heat went through his entire body, when he could feel his pert nipples rub against those of his brother. Oh, yes, that, ooooh…
No more pretend resistance, his legs parted and his brother’s tail began to wag as he pushed him down, spread his ass, rubbed his swollen, leaking tip right against Varjo’s asshole…
“Haaah, fuck, Veri, nnnnh, not so fast, that, that’s, too much!”
He cried out, feeling himself silenced again, his voice cut off to a muffled whimper, his brother’s hand wrapping around his muzzle.
“Sssshh, you, hnnnh, can’t be so loud, little bro, they, haaah, will hear…”, Veri grinned, his face an expression of blissful ecstasy as he let his cock sink into the tight, warm flesh. He had been leaking so much all day that it was sloppy and slick just from his own precum, mixing with the sweat from the many hours of hard marching. Luckily, the two wolf princes were young enough to have plenty of energy after the hearty meal they and their dad had shared. Enough energy to have to burn some off with a bit of furtive lovemaking that was definitely more than just brotherly. Varjo felt a flush of heat rising to his cheeks as his own cock began to throb insistently. The pain of being speared was hardly enough to subdue the randy libido of a wolf who by the standards of his people had just about reached manhood. His big brother felt, hnnnnh, really good, deep inside of him, pushing deeper, fucking him like a dog would fuck a bitch in heat. It was kinda embarrassing, but, gods, it made him so damn horny…
He was whimpering and moaning, inhaling the sweaty musk of his brother as he was pushing into him, all his weight on top of him, pressing him down. Varjo knew they both smelled, umh, quite a bit actually, but his brother’s scent, that mix of something so familiar and yet arousing was really intoxicating. And as he felt Veri press his nose into his dark hair, sniff and gently lick his ear, he knew he was not the only one feeling like that. Heh, guess they both were pervs…
Another thrust of his big brother’s hips sent the thick, throbbing cock deeper. Deep enough so Varjo could feel the knot pushing against his sphincter. Damn, Veri was going to knot him….
He winced and wriggled beneath his brother for a moment, a bit nervous, given he was already pretty well stretched, knowing how thick his brother’s knot was. But Veri just leaned in and kissed him again, tongue pushing in deep. Varjo could still taste the meat stew and ale from dinner… 
Strong fingers began kneading his muscular pectorals, toying with his pert nipples.
“Hnnnh, please, Varjo, let me knot you, little bro…”, Veri gasped lips, tongue still lolling as he looked down at him. It was so sincere that Varjo could not help it. He turned his gaze, knowing he could not look his brother in the eye as he half whispered: “Do it… Breed me, like a bitch…”
It was all the encouragement his brother needed. Veri’s hips were bucking as he began to thrust into him, hard and fast, hugging him, rubbing their pert nipples together, sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, almost as good as rubbing cock against cock…
They clung together, so close it made it almost unbearably hot. Hot enough to make the warm night feel like they were being stewed in their own sweat. His own cock felt slippery and achingly hard against the matted fur over the shredded abs. He was making them all slimy with precum. It was making him feel both dirty and really, awesomely hot…
His brother groaned, pulling back, leaning down, his tongue lapping over one of Varjo’s hard nipples.
“Heh, they’re like two erect little mini dicks, you horny puppy”, his brother teased, making Varjo playfully snarl at him, before he just started to moan as his brother nipped and sucked at one and then the other, ending with both of them even more messy with Varjo precum gushing out and smearing into their fur from the unrelenting ministration.
“Hah, aaaaah!”, he cried out, his hands slipping down, massaging Veri’s own muscular chest, twisting a nipple for payback. His brother stifled a yowling whimper, grinning before he returned the favor, using all his weight and superior position to wrestle his brother down, their sweating, panting bodies writhing against each other, neither of them able to keep their hands off the other. Groping at their thick muscles, born from hours and hours of hard, physical exertion. Digging fingers into sweaty fur, inhaling each other’s familiar scent, teasing their pert nipples, Varjo rubbing his achingly hard cock into the shallow valley between the mounts of his brother’s abs while Veri kept fucking him. Thick, hard, hot, until with a pop, his brother’s knot sank into him with a final, fervent push.
Varjo was whimpering with a mix of pain and arousal. Not just at the feeling of being stretched, but also the shameful, ecstatic realization of what it meant. What that lewd, popping sound signaled, as his brother just kept moaning and wildly thrusting into him, lost in pleasure. It was kinda emasculating, humiliating, but, gods, it turned him on so much, feeling his brother’s hot breath against his ear, feeling his body trembling as he fucked him, fucked him like a bitch…
“Haaah, Veri, I, I am close…”, he yowled, face burning. He wanted this so badly, wanted his brother to press him down, fuck him, and…
“Nnnnh, ooooh yes, you’re so tight and hot, little bro. I’ll give you your wish, Varjo, you’ll be my bitch tonight. Gonna pump you full till you have my cum leaking from your ass!”
Veri was trembling all over, Varjo could feel it, could feel how his brother’s heart was thumping in his chest. And he was now just ramming deeper, ever deeper, had to be so close, close like him…
“Oh, fuck, Veri, do it, please!”, the younger wolf yelped. He was feeling hot, sweat running from his pits, his whole body shaking as pressure build up in his loins, in his balls, like his cock against the hard, trembling muscles, his pert, aching nipples against his brothers, his ass, his most sensitive spot rubbing against that thick, swollen knot that was stuck in him! And then it came. Veri came. His whole body spasming wildly as he banged him into the barely cushioned floor, pumping him full of his hot sticky seed until Varjo could not help it. He just cried out, cock jolting as he was painting their sweaty, heaving bodies with the sweet, salty aroma of randy young wolf just shooting his load!
“Ooh, fuck, Varjo, you feel sooo, goooo…”, Veri moaned, collapsing on top of him, not caring that he was just smearing the warm, sticky cum all over them as he licked his little brother’s bared throat, making the smaller wolf whimper as they both were still shaking, cocks throbbing as their balls squeezed out the last spurts of fresh seed. Enough to sire a whole army of young, randy wolves…
They grinned at each other, both still catching their breath, feeling flushed and hot and blissfully exhausted. They would not have been able to move if a whole army of hostile human soldiers were to storm their camp. Unable to do anything but grin like idiots, up to the point where they’d be clubbed dead, like some dumb, horny young feral wolves when a crafty hunter would trap them with a she-dog in heat, leaving them stuck helplessly, unable to do anything but take the swift blow that would crush their dumb skulls. Humans were like that. And they were no less cruel towards two legged wolves…
“Heh, we maybe should make sure we get up early and have a bath tomorrow morning. We, umh, kinda smell…”, Varjo said a bit sheepishly, watching his brother look down at him with a guilty grin.
“Yeah, better do that. But, I don’t think I can move an inch right now…”, Veri muttered, stirring a little, trying to withdraw, but stopping as he heard Varjo whimper with discomfort beneath him.
“Heh, yep, definitely not gonna be moving till that here has gone down…”, he said with a flustered chuckle, seeing his brother grin back, wincing with a mix of pain and pleasure. The younger wolf was still just as hard as him. Even with that orgasm, their cocks were not gonna stand down for a while…
Thus, all the two brothers could do was shift about into a slightly more comfy position, on their sides, Veri wrapping his arms around his brother, holding him close, nuzzling his hair as he grinned happily, enjoying the sensation of the only slightly smaller body pressed against his, the feel of the slowly quieting heartbeat, the familiar scent as he buried his nose in the tousled, dark head. Varjo took a little to quiet down, but before long, both of them were starting to breathe more steadily, eyes starting to flutter as the bone deep exhaustion overtook them. The slight shifting of his little brother against him sent pleasant shivers through Veri’s body, making his muzzle twist into a soft smile as he slowly began to drift off…

Unbeknownst to the young wolves, they had not been as unobserved in their rutting, as they might have believed. Someone had been watching them from the darkness, someone who’s yellow eyes had eagerly taken in the sight of their bodies writhing together through the opening in the tent flap. Someone whose forked tongue had been flicking out hungrily, tasting the rich aroma of young wolf in the air. And now, as the large serpentine body stealthy slithered closer, both of the poor, dumb young things where blissfully asleep, having passed out from sheer exhaustion. They would not wake up before it would already be far too late for them…
A hissing chuckle escaped the python’s mouth as he let his tongue flicker out again, delighting in the delectable aroma wafting out of the tent. The aroma of fresh, young male meat, all ready for him…
The brothers were still lying close to each other, even though their sleepy motions had ever so slightly made them drift apart, with the older brother’s cock previously stuck inside the younger wolf’s ass now half flaccid and slipping out from between the muscular thighs.
“Ohh, sssuch deliciouss boysss…”, the snake hissed, pushing his head through the opening between the canvas, closing in on his prey. The forked tongue could not help but tease the muscular legs, flicking over sweaty fur.  Had the larger wolf boy’s feet been better positioned, he might just have started to slowly swallow that juicy piece of young meat right there and then, but…
Such a delectable young male deserved more proper attention. Deserved to be savored…
His head slid between the legs, tongue soon at liberty to flick over the heavy balls, marinated in the concentrated musky flavor of sweaty, horny wolf. Veri barely stirred, his body just twitching ever so slightly as the snake began to carefully wind around him, slowly pulling him away from the younger wolf he had so thoroughly bred with his seed. And ever so slowly, the sleeping Veri was thus being trapped in the smooth coils of the snake, the warm scales rubbing against his matted fur, wrapping around his muscular abs, brushing against his cock that already was standing at full mast again. A glistening pearl of precum began oozing from the tip as the sleeping wolf let out a drawn out breath, half a moan, his eyelids fluttering. What kind of dreams might the sensual, inescapable embrace be stirring up in him?
The snake did not know, but guessing at it kept him amused as his tongue flicked over the throbbing shaft, tasting the now overpowering aroma of young male wolf, feeling the strong, salty flavor flood his senses as the slimy precum ran over the forked tongue. Oh, yes, the pup was truly delicious…
Veri’s fate was sealed by now, half of his body already in the grip of the hungry python, so there was little need to rush, not when the young male was only moaning and writhing, chest fluttering with rapid breath as the coils wound around his rib cage, the python’s head poking into his exposed armpits, savoring their concentrated, musky flavor, before a last coil had Veri completely wrapped in the smooth, serpentine body. Though the grip had not drawn tight yet, not when the snake was still slithering into position. The python was still steadily working himself towards having the wolf comfortably coiled up right in the middle of his impressive, serpentine length…
Only now, as the coils were drawing tight, making it harder for him to breathe, did Veri’s eyelids finally flutter open. Beneath his tousled white hair, his pretty green eyes looked with sleep drunk incomprehension into the yellow eyes of the snake. Only a whimper escaped his throat, but that, too, was quickly silenced as the python’s grip tightened around his neck, making the startled, sleep drunk and stiffly erect boy gasp, unable to do more than twitch helplessly in the unrelenting grip. The snake grinned at him, tongue flicking out, once more savoring the aroma of his catch…
“Now, now, my ssweet little wolfling, no need to be alarmed. Jusst relaxss, jussst let me devour you, my deliciouss little beefcake…”, the python hissed, his eyes mesmerizing, holding the wolf captive. Just as the young male was so intimately feeling the sensation of smooth coils rubbing against his throbbing shaft, running through his whole body like searing heat. He was trapped in the snake’s embrace and he was so achingly hard. It seemed like blissful relief to just let himself drown in the sensations, drown in those eyes, give in…
Veri only let out another muffled whimper, feeling the desperate throbbing sensation all through his body as the slithering, smooth coils of the snake wrapped more tightly around him, squeezing his trembling muscles, toying with his aching cock, just as above him, the python opened his maw wide…
It was so easy, just a yawning gulp and the wolf boy’s head disappeared between his jaws. So easy it could have made him laugh, if not for the fact that he had his mouth now full of delicious wolf meat. All firm, muscle and the concentrated, mouthwatering flavor of young, dumb, horny male. Something the python would just never get enough of, not when his meals would just keep squirming so delectably in his smooth, deadly grasp. Yes, it was enough to make the hungry snake feel a delightful throbbing stir close to his tail end, just an inch or so away from where he would later be disposing of that tasty little wolfling. But that would be much later indeed, after taking the time to enjoy getting to feel his meal stirring and squirming inside, as his stomach would be busy digesting him…
With a soft pop, the python’s cock began to spring free as his jaws stretched wide to take in the broad shoulders, just as his tongue got to tease the twitching wolf’s delightfully stiff nipples and sweaty pits, dripping with the musky, salty aroma of his meal…

Varjo could not say when and why exactly he had woken up. He just knew that it was dark and something warm and smooth was brushing against him. Something that carried an unfamiliar scent with it into the musky funk of sweat, sex and horny male wolf. Then, he heard a moan, very close to him. His brother’s voice. Was that what had woken him up? A sound more like a whimper. A sound so very much unlike the moan of impatient, pent up need Veri had made earlier that night…
As Varjo tried to stir, he felt his cock, all hard and aching. The young wolf had such a severe case of very early morning wood that it really hurt. His knot was swollen, his nipples stiff, as weird echoes of a barely remembered lewd dream were flitting away, just as he tried to move, reach out, wanting to feel for his brother, press himself against the familiar, muscular body…
But instead of Veri’ form, instead of Veri’s hard cock to greedily go down on, there was something smooth, something warm, rubbing against him as it slid through the tent…
A startled gasp escaped his throat as he blinked, his vision still blurry. But even as everything was just indistinct shadows, Varjo knew something was wrong. Very wrong. And then it came again. A moan.
A moan that now sounded very muffled, followed by a lewd, slick sound. And accompanied by the familiar scent of Veri’s arousal. The potent, overpowering scent of precum and horny wolf…
Frozen in a mix of terror and weird, fascinated disbelief, Varjo blinked again, as if to sweep away the vision coming into focus before his eyes. The vision of brown and golden coils, faintly glistening in the moonlight, wrapping themselves tightly around his brother’s twitching body. His brother whose head and shoulder were disappearing into the wide open maw of a gigantic snake. A snake whose yellow eyes now fixed on him. Cold and hungry eyes that seemed to sap the will from his trembling, still sleep addled body. A hypnotic gaze that froze him in his place, until his shoulders slackened. Leaving him unable to do anything but watch as with another slick sound, the snake pushed itself down deeper on its prey. And the boy could only stare in numb shock as his big brother’s stiffly pert nipples vanished, stare as his abdomen was fluttering with labored breaths. Then, his gaze wandered further down. Well, not much further really, because Veri’s proudly erect cock stood stiff and throbbing, dripping precum that would gather in the small cavity of his navel…
Something at the back of his mind was screaming that he had to do something. This was his brother!
And he was being eaten alive before his own eyes!
...and he was also stiff, his nipples pert and whole body twitching with obvious arousal at his own predicament.
As was Varjo…
The young wolf gasped, letting out a ragged whimper. Something was wrapping around him. Something warm and smooth. And it felt, kinda, kinda good…
Part of him knew it was very wrong, part of him tried to scream at him what was happening, but his body just would not move. Not until he felt the serpentine tail wrap around him. And all he could do then was jolt with helpless lust as he felt it pin his aching cock to his abdomen, smearing the leaking excitement right into his fur, already matted with sweat and his own jizz…
Varjo was panting, sweat running down from his pits, soft, whimpering sounds escaping his throat. The serpentine body that had slung around him pulled him closer, right towards his brother, who was slowly disappearing into the grotesquely stretched maw. Right towards the stiff, leaking cock he was unable to ignore. Close enough that the thick, musky scent was overwhelming his senses. 
That cock is soon going to disappear…
That thing is eating Veri…
It’s going to digest him alive…
It hit him like a hammer blow. That muscular body he had been lusting after for so long until his brother finally had decided to cut the thick tension between them and fuck him senseless until his hot, sticky cum had been gushing from his sore ass, that body was soon going to be gone.
And instead of finally breaking free from the lusty spell, calling for help, fighting back, doing anything, all Varjo could do was stare into those yellow eyes that were fixed on him from above that grotesquely stretched maw. They were full of lecherous amusement as he half leaned, half fell forward, until his nose was pushing against his brother’s rock hard cock, his swollen knot and heavy balls, full of his young, virile seed.
It smelled amazing. All concentrated male pheromones, salty sweet arousal and musk. Varjo had to, just had to lick it, had to taste it, before…
Intense, masculine aroma flooded his senses as his tongue lapped wetly over the painfully swollen knot. His chin brushed against the heavy, fuzzy orbs. They were so big, so full…
Veri’s legs were twitching, muscles flexing as a muffled sound came from within the bulging body of the serpent. Was it his brother crying out for help? Was he, was he cursing him for what he did…?
Veri felt a mix of lust and guilt and that strange, numbing daze he had found himself in ever since he had looked into the serpent’s eyes. But then came another twitch. And this time the sound was louder. A throaty, ragged moan of pure lust. And then, Varjo felt the stiff cock jolt, fresh, slippery precum running over his own nose…
With his own hard cock painfully pressing against the smooth coils, his body twitching each time the sinuous movements rubbed it against his own, firm abdomen, the young wolf felt something give way inside of him. Yes, his brother needed him. Needed him to get him off, badly…
I’ll do it, Veri, I’ll let you go if that is what you want. I’ll, I’ll make you feel good one last time…
With a shiver, he began licking all the way to the leaking tip, feeling every throb, every jolt, every lustful moan reverberating through his brother’s body as he took his stiff, leaking cock in his mouth and pushed his muzzle down. 
It had to be wrong to be doing this, but it was not just how hot it felt, he just, needed to…
He felt parched, like a burning thirst that was tearing at him, with the viscous gushes of precum the only thing that could ever quench it.
Suck, fight for breath, lap at the tip, get down to that thick, swollen knot, inhale the scent wafting from his brother’s musky pubes, repeat. His time was trickling away like sand in an hourglass. Like quicksand in those far away desert lands. Inescapably swallowing up helpless travelers…
Varjo only stopped for a moment when suddenly, he felt the coils shift to make something hard and faintly warm and slick rub against his stiff nipples. Something rather big and long and…
The wolf let out a muffled whimper through a mouth full of throbbing wolf cock, letting go with a gasp to tilt his head down, squinting at the glistening pink thing that was now teasingly rubbing over his other nipple, before slipping slimily into the cleft between his bulging pectorals.
The tip of the long tail slowly forced him to look up, into the snake’s eyes. Gleaming, lustful eyes that seemed to issue an unspoken command, just as the firm shaft was pushing more insistently against his quivering chest muscles. 
Just a single, thick, throbbing shaft. Not like a wild reptile, more like a lizardman…
No, not a normal snake indeed…
The sudden wet sound of Veri being drawn further to his waiting doom made him jerk out of his moment of stupor. And there was a very muffled, pleased hiss as the jolt made his muscles flex, just as the cock pressed between his large pecs…
“Continue, pup…”, the eyes seemed to say. And with ragged breath, his whole body shivering, Varjo complied, his pecs forming a tight cleft which the snake happily thrust his oozing malehood into.
And all the while, his brother started to vanish, inch by inch, the muscular body smelling wonderfully – and likely very appetizingly – of sex and young, horny male disappearing into the snake, while he could only whimper and strain himself to reach him. But the snake would not let him, not unless he was going to be a good boy and flex his pecs, work them to provide delicious friction for the snake’s hard shaft. Not unless he would completely debase himself for a last taste of his brother’s stiff cock…
He watched the stiff shaft bob and throb, oozing precum, while he did all his own current state would allow him to please the hungry reptile. Stiff nipple rubbing against sensitive flesh, mounds of muscle flexing, his tongue lapping as best as he could over the serpentine scales, trying to get to at least the snake’s own cock. But the reptile kept it just out of the young wolf’s reach, for now…
With a low whimper, he watched with painful longing as the tip of his brother’s cock was now bobbing against the snake’s nose, leaving smears of precum. He wanted to, wanted to suck it so badly.
Wanted to do this for his brother, before he…
And finally, the snake relented. Leaving a sticky trail of precum across his chest, the coils relaxed, letting the young wolf fall back to where he had been, tongue lolling out and nose deep in his brother’s musky pubes. He could only whimper in gratitude, before he eagerly took it back into his mouth. 
Painfully long moments of inattention had left it rich with musky aroma again. Each lick, each lapping and sucking overwhelming his senses. Smooth scales, the sounds of his own panting, of his brother slowly sliding into the body stretched taut over his muscular outline, the taste and scent, the feeling of hot, throbbing flesh. So, so close…
He could not even think of his own aching cock or the serpent’s shaft still rubbing teasingly against his sweat matted fur. It was all about Veri, about his throbbing dick, about his body that was being eaten alive right before his eyes…
Varjo felt it. Felt it in the heavy balls rubbing against his chin, the pulsing shaft, the whole, quivering body. It was barely enough warning to prepare him for the thick explosion of warm, salty seed sprayed over his tongue. How could it even be that much after an evening of wild sex? How could there be so much, so much cum? He wanted it all, but in the end, with Veri bucking wildly, even in the tight grip of the serpent’s body, he could only let it go with a gasp, before it sprayed him and the snake’s head and whatever was left of his own body with the rest of the thick, white spunk. 
Varjo could just struggle for breath, his own body feeling dazed with the afterglow, even though he was still painfully hard himself. Just hanging in the smooth coils, panting like a dog, watching with dull eyes as his brother’s wild movements ceased and he just slowly, swallow by swallow, disappeared into the serpent. The reptile playfully wrapped its own tongue around the still hard shaft, pressing it against the muscular abdomen, before it would become an inconvenient impediment to devouring the young wolf…
With a wet sound, it and Veri’s quite big balls were gone, leaving only his meaty thighs and strong calves, his bushy tail and twitching feet, the latter still restrained by a tight curl of smooth scales and strong muscle.
Varjo had heard that snake’s would need many minutes, hours perhaps to devour their prey. But this snake was not normal in this regard either. The ingestion was not exactly quick, not judged by a hungry young wolf who would, well, wolf down big servings of meat in mere seconds, but it was steady, unrelenting and over much quicker than the panting, achingly erect young wolf would have thought possible.
Now, all that was left of his brother was an outline of his muscular body, tight enough to show his gasping mouth. Tight enough to show his still erect cock…
And that, too, was slowly traveling down the serpentine length until the snake let out a pleased sigh, moving its jaws slowly, until finally, they twisted into a strange, reptilian grin, the mesmerizing eyes fixed on Varjo.
“Aaaaaah, yesssss, thssisss wass indeed a mossst deliciouss meal…”
The dark tongue flicked out, seeming to savor the sweat and sex laden air as the head moved, ever so slowly closer to the panting, trembling wolf. He might have been able to wriggle out of the python’s lazy grip as it had been busy swallowing down its meal, easing the tension on him.
But he had not. He had stayed. Unable to leave the sight of his big brother being devoured alive. And now, the very same snake was looking at him, tongue flicking, mesmerizing him with his eyes, making his poor, neglected cock ache…
“Now, my sssweeet boy…”, the snake hissed, all slow and sensual as the large head closed in on him, only inches away from his face. Varjo could only look into those eyes, feeling numb and hot and so desperately horny. He really wanted to come…
He really wanted to have his brother’s dick plowing his ass…
But his brother was just a squirming bulge and soon, soon he would…
“...what ssshall I do withss you?”, the snake’s chuckle tore him out of the sultry, hot swamp of muddled thoughts he seemed to be drowning in, back to those eyes. Back to the treacherously harmless looking crack that was opening, as the serpent’s maw parted ever so slightly…
“I do thssink…”, the snake mused slowly, “yess, I do thssink I could really do withss a sssecond courssse, what do you ssay?”
Varjo felt his heart thump in his chest. His fur was bristling, his nipples growing stiff as dread rushed down his spine. Numb panic, that was mixed with something else…
There was a strange excitement. Something that really made him shiver. Something that made his cock stand up achingly hard as he felt the slithering coils around him, toying with him, pulling him closer, until he was resting with his chest and abs and erect cock against the still moving outline of his brother. His cock against Veri’s, just one layer of scale and muscle between them…
For now…
The snake was looking at him, seeming to expect an answer, even though his throat felt dry and constricted. Thump, thump, thump. Every beat his heart made letting his time tick away mercilessly.
“I ssshall make you feel really good, my young, dumb, horny wolfling. Jussst like your brothsser. Come on, jussst sssay yess, and you two ssshall be reunited in my belly…”
The tip of the serpent’s tail was slowly sliding between his legs, brushing against his achingly stiff cock. Until something stiff and slick was rubbing into the crack of his ass, right beneath his tail…
It sent a jolt through the young wolf’s body. A hot, humiliating, ecstatic sensation of lust and shameful longing. And ever so slowly, trembling all over, sweat running down his flanks, he looked up into those yellow eyes, looked at the smiling, ever so slightly parted maw.
And then, he just nodded. Once. Then another time. Until he saw the reptile’s grin widening, the mouth letting out a delighted hiss, almost drowning out the slithering sound of the coils beginning to move, the serpent ready to play with its food…

With his belly already full with one muscular young wolf, the snake was perhaps slightly impeded in his ability to constrict his prey, but when said prey was a whimpering, leaking mess, it made hardly any difference. Varjo was too far gone to even think of resisting, he was already nothing more than a nice hunk of warm, squirming meat, leaving the snake free to toy with his quivering, firm body, tasting him, enjoying the helpless little movements, savoring the aroma of musk and sex, especially potent in his sweat dripping pits and groin. Mammals always made such a mess. But then again, they were wonderfully tasty. And the little wolf was just loose enough to let his shaft slide in easily, but also tight enough to make the wonderfully warm body clench delightfully around the leaking member, as the snake plunged himself into his prey. The wolf was whimpering and moaning ever more loudly. Delightful? Yes. But if he kept making so much noise, there really was a risk of him waking up more wolves than even a very hungry python would consider digesting in one night. 
That really would not do now, would it? So, time to silence the noisy little morsel…
As his lower end was busy plowing his little wolf snack’s ass, the python just slipped his head between the wolf’s jawline and strong shoulders, his tongue teasingly flicking over the face contorted in cries of lusty abandon, before the snake’s neck got to draw tight around the wolf’s own muscular neck…
“Quiet now, it would be rude, little wolfling, to interrupt everyone’ss sssleep…”
The python chuckled playfully, Varjo meanwhile could just groan and whimper, his voice cut off as the serpentine coils drew tight around his windpipe, making him twitch and spasm in the powerful grip. Just a bit more, and the little thing would just have come apart right there and then. But not yet…
He wanted to savor his meal more, enjoy it all warm and tight around his cock as he slowly fucked him,  toying with his body, winding around him, giving his own head and neck more play while keeping a firm grip around his neck, always ready to draw tight again…
There were those stiff, swollen nipples to toy with, enjoying the firm, rubbery feel and the muffled little whimpers each casual touch would get out of his meal. The flat, firm abs and how just a little playful teasing could get the wolf to suck in his stomach, all tight and wonderful, with that delightful cliff where the strong rib cage suddenly gave way…
The stiff cock was bobbing freely up and down now. It smelled wonderfully warm and musky and full of vigorous life. And each time he pushed his own deeper into that tight ass, the meaty treat was bobbing up and down a little more frantically still.
Oh, yes, it was time now to savor it…

Varjo tried to cry out as he suddenly felt the smooth coils tightening around his neck again. Just the moment he had involuntarily exhaled, his abdomen drawing tight, as waves of hot, sticky ecstasy had been wracking his body. Just as that tongue had toyed again with his oversensitive nipples, licking down to his abs, to his needily bobbing cock that had remained achingly unsavored.
Black spots were dancing before his eyes as he realized he really, really could not breath…
He was dying! His brain was sending angsty signals all through his body. And even though he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do, his paws flew to the tight coil wound around his neck. The coil drawing tight. 
Help, can’t, can’t breathe, have to…
But it was all futile. No matter how much his muscles strained, all it did was make him sweat, make him grow more dizzy from lack of air. Made his hard cock bounce achingly up and down.
He wanted to cry. But there came only the most feeble, almost inaudible sound. He wanted to breathe, but all his body could do was draw tight around the cock pushing mercilessly into him. 
Everything seemed to slow down, from the forked tongue flicking over his quivering, taut abdomen, the feeling of sweat running down his body, matting his fur, to the throbbing in his balls.
Gods, he needed to come…
Forget breathing, forget death, he was, was so horny…
And he could not take it anymore. He felt lightheaded. He felt hot. His body ached.
And then he felt it, just as the snake hissed with a chuckle, just as he slammed his cock deep into his body clenching around the intruder, feeling sore and abused. Just then, finally, the tongue flicked feather light over his swollen tip.
And with a spasm and a mad grin, delirious from asphyxia, Varjo felt the welcome, blissful relief of orgasmic pleasure rocking his body, as rope after rope of hot semen shot over his abdomen, his chest, coating the forking tongue and painting his black, sweat matted fur with creamy white.
Such a blissful sensation that he barely noticed the warm eruption of seed inside his body. 
Only then, the tight grip around his windpipe slackened and with a painful inhale, air returned as he desperately coughed, his body spasming wildly, as a last rope of cum spurted out from his stiff cock…
It seemed to take an agonizing, lung aching eternity of wonderful afterglow before anything happened.
Just his chest rising and falling, his body trembling as he felt the slick sensation of warm cum that seemed to soothe his sore insides. 
Gods, that, that had been damn intense. His balls hurt…
And all he could do was lie in the serpent’s grip, smile like an idiot, pant like a dog, letting out a feeble moan every now and then, especially when the shifting grip made the stiff cock inside of him rub against a sensitive spot…
“Hmmmmh, what a tasssty little thssing you are indeed…”, the python chuckled, taking his time to savor the fresh, salty sweet aroma, enjoy the feel of the warm, trembling thing in his grip.
Even with his delectable first course though, he knew that he had teased his appetite enough with all those little savoring licks of his squirming warm meal. Like he had denied the wolf air, only to release him before it became more than he could endure, it seemed like the snake’s hunger also would not have itself be denied any longer…
Varjo knew there was no escape, as the head came close to his face. The reptilian grin widening, yawning open to let him gaze beyond the fangs, the pinkish maw, down into the dark depths that seemed to beckon him.
He was shivering, feeling a pang of the flight instincts of prey. But he was so exhausted, so utterly defeated from the mind-blowing orgasm, that he could only flatten his ears, eyes wide in anticipation of the inevitable.
Just a last, chuckling hiss, before the snake struck.
The instinctual twitch of his worn out body was easily clamped down upon, firm coils holding him in place as the yawning maw engulfed his head, filling his nose with the stale breath of the predator. It still was smelling strongly of his own brother…
Varjo could hear the strange sound of the body stretching to accommodate his broad shoulders. It almost gave him a strange sense of pride feeling the serpent struggle with them for a moment. But it was a short moment of pride indeed, that only served to be popped like a balloon when he felt the jaws move past his shoulders. Just a small hurdle, easily overcome. One last challenge, because Varjo knew that from here on out, there would be nothing else that would even serve to slow down the hungry reptile…
Damn, why did this get him turned on again?!
He had shot enough cum for a whole day of uninterrupted rutting, but his cock already was tingling again, his body flush with the quivering, teasing sensation of arousal as smooth scales rubbed against his shaft. And all he could do was groan into the warm, stale air of the serpent’s gullet, his arms pinned for the moment, leaving him only able to weakly buck his hips so he could rub his dick against the coils…
Was, was getting a bit hard to breathe again as well…
With already one piece of wolf meat resting inside the snake’s belly, Varjo’s descent was slower. A firm, squeezing massage of coils and slick, drooling maw, the serpentine body that stretched seemingly skin tight around his chest and shoulders. The young wolf was completely helpless to do anything but take in the disturbing and erotic experience. Nothing to do but buck his hips and grind his cock against those smooth scales some more…
Until the moment that he felt it brush against the snake’s jaw…
He already was halfway down now. Fuck…
He really was feeling horny. And contrary to his previous belief, he actually was giving the snake a little bit of trouble again.
He could feel the jaws gaping wide, he could feel the tongue flicking over his bobbing shaft, struggling to get a hold of his bouncing member as he bucked in the tight grasp, head swimming with lack of oxygen, his whole body tingling with lusty abandon.
But it did not take long this time either. There was the blissful sensation of his cock wrapped up by the forked tongue, before with a lewd, slick sound, it, together with his balls was pulled in…
Tight, slippery flesh clinging around his most sensitive parts was too much for the young wolf.
Varjo felt his whole body jerk with a muffled cry of pleasure, before he shot another load of cum right over the reptile’s taste buds. 
And damn, he could sense the delighted reaction, feel the tongue tease his fluttering sphincter as he just went slack again. His muscular body sliding down with another gulp and the dexterous press of coils, pushing him further in, to where he now belonged…
Two orgasms in quick succession had left him tingling and sensitive, feeling the squeeze of coils around his slack muscles, the slick sensation of clinging flesh around him, the soft, steady sound of the heartbeat. The body that was claiming him bidding him welcome for his stay…
That was to be the end of his life. Now he was simply snake food. He and his brother. His father’s line ending in nothing more than two tight bulges inside of a horny reptile. And still, he could just grin giddily at the thought. Just lay in that tight, unrelenting grip as he was worked deeper to where the stomach was waiting for him. To where his brother was already being digested alive…
There had been a gnawing sense, a mix of dread and morbid fascination, wondering what would await him. But before long, the question was answered as his head pushed against something faintly twitching. Against a familiar large paw, firm pads, claws slicked by thick mucus. Veri…
His brother was still alive after all!
Varjo felt a sense of relief flood him, a subtle tension leaving him as another peristaltic motion sent him deeper in, deep enough to rub his cheeks against Veri’s calves, feeling a reassuring motion in response. Tight as it was, with the snake’s natural inclination likely being to have them in a row of slowly stewing wolf meat, they had just enough leeway to grasp each other, push, pull, move closer. It was very tight, very slick, but before long, Varjo was face to groin with his brother, feeling his strong hands on his shoulders, legs wrapping around him, hearing a muffled voice greeting him…
Veri seemed, despite the odds, quite happy to see, or at least feel him. Well, one part of him in particular…
“Guess the snake got you too, little bro…?” The voice was muffled, but Varjo could still hear the conflicting mix of emotions. Sadness, a feeling of defeat, but also a longing, happiness…
“I, I am sorry, I just, when I looked into those eyes, when, when I saw you…”, Varjo stopped, feeling a hand on his head, trailing through his slicked down hair. It was a bit weird, talking to Veri’s cock…
Veri’s rather obviously stiff cock. Especially when it was about him feeling a bit guilty for not having helped his brother…
...and having sucked on this cock like a cheap tavern whore instead…
But Veri just seemed to chuckle, gently pressing Varjo’s nose right against his balls, right against his swollen knot. Close enough so the younger wolf could lick…
“Hnnnh, sssshh, don’t sweat it, it wasn’t like I would have gotten out of this alive. And, umh, if I die as snake food. You know, I would rather do it like this…”
Varjo gasped when he felt his brother’s cock push against his muzzle. And then just into his mouth as he half instinctively opened for him. For a moment, he was greeted with the acrid taste and viscous sensation of that tingling slime, like the taste of bile rising, but just a few licks and he was tasting the family aroma of his brother’s arousal. Wonderfully musky and salty. And he felt the twitch of the body pressed against him, heard the moan sounding in the tight, gurgling space…
Oh, fuck, he had so wanted this. He had felt such a sense of loss of never being with his brother like this again. Enough to not really make him care about his own fate. But now, even if just for a brief time, he would get to be with his brother again. Suck on his cock, feel him tremble as he pumped it right into his waiting mouth, sliding it over his tongue, making the swollen knot brush against his teeth.
He moaned around the thick shaft, feeling his brother’s paws on his head, playing with his ears, pushing him down on his throbbing length, while the both felt the gurgle and the tingle of acrid juice on their skin. Time was gonna run out. They both already were feeling lightheaded, dizzy and foggy with lust. And then, just as he was getting ready to go down on his brother full force, giving him a last release before they would pass out, Veri pushed him off, gently.
“Hnnnh, nnno, haaah, not like this. I want to make you feel good, too, little bro. I want to die with my cock buried inside that sweet ass and show you, for a last time, hnnnh….”
Veri was groaning, pulling on him, making his stiff cock rub over his nipples, his pecs, their bodies slick. But they had to work hard against the stomach walls trying to press down on them, pull and push and frot against each other like horny dogs. When they finally were pressed tightly together, chest to chest, cock cock, they were feeling really dizzy, drunk with lust and lack of air, moaning into each other’s ears, licking and kissing more tenderly than they ever had. Pert nipples rubbing together and sending sparks of electric pleasure through their bodies. There was no room, just churning, slick walls pressing against them as they desperately clung together, in a tight embrace.
“I love you big bro…”, Varjo finally whispered, whimpering as he felt their cocks rubbing against each other as they tried to wriggle into position for that last ass fucking his brother had promised him….
“Aaaaah, l, love you too, you horny little pup”, Veri groaned, feeling quite a bit of resistance, the stomach walls angrily contracting on them as they flailed about, panting in the stale, acrid air.
It did not seem like the snake was having any of that a bit too vigorous squirming. It felt like something heavy was coming to rest on them, accompanied by a hissing voice not quite penetrating through the thick, gurgling walls…
Varjo could not see it in the dark, but he had the feeling that Veri’s face was mirroring his own slightly flushed, flustered grin. It did not look like he would get that ass fucking…
“Umh, I think we are being told to be good and digest already?”, Veri said, with a strange, trembling shiver in his voice. His cock was pulsing, rubbing against Varjo’s body, already adding to the slippery film between them. The juices tingling and prickling on their skin, with gushes of precum like a protective layer to prevent their cocks from starting to burn too painfully.
Varjo felt himself hugged tight, squirming, letting out a gasp, making their pert, swollen nipples tease each other, twisting and bending sensitive nubs of flesh until they both could not help but moan loudly.
“Just, just let’s both come like this then…”, Varjo panted, rubbing his dick, still stiff and hard despite two intense orgasms, against his brother’s bigger shaft. It felt good. Really good. Maybe they should have done it more often. But, well, they better made up for it with the little time and air that remained. Better to take advantage of how slick their bodies were with those tingling juices.
“Hnnnh, yeah, let us fuck like this before we become wolf stew…”, Veri moaned, both of them shivering at the thought. Both of them knowing that all shameful secrets would soon be dead with them. No use pretending that this was not turning them on like the randy young males they were.
Dogs in heat, knot pressing against knot, kissing, moaning, teasing each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies, especially of their pert, aching nipples, burning with the digestive enzymes that would break them down. Just meat soon. And fuck, was it getting hot in here…
Varjo was mumbling and moaning his most embarassing fantasies into his brother’s ear, only to be returned the favor. Cheeks burning, his whole body throbbing as their hard knots pressed painfully tight together. Their balls were heavy with cum, nothing left but to give in to the rut, the lust. No more pride, just tingling heat, shameful submission and the press of their bodies as the gurgling walls were getting busy churning them down. Air getting thinner, cocks getting so achingly, achingly hard.
“Oh, fuck, Varjo, I’m gonna, gonna cum!”, his brother cried out, his voice sounding through the gurgling chorus, just as the younger wolf let out a whimpering moan himself, feeling the hot, throbbing sensation of cum shooting out from his brother’s achingly stiff shaft, before he gave in with a last spasm, joining him, his face contorted into a smile, before their muzzles met. A last taste of his brother’s familiar aroma, then, everything just started to fade away…
Nothing left but to lie panting and spent in the gurgling chamber that clung like a shroud around them. Nothing left, but just relax and digest…
The snake just let out a hissing chuckle, flicking his tongue contently, as he felt the frantic movement inside finally growing still…

The morning had been unusually quiet. Toivo had stretched and yawned, watching the early morning sun cast golden flecks on the leaves and blades of grass. Dewdrops glistening, the fresh aroma of the forest greeting his nose. Well, time to look what his two sons were doing. Well, aside from each other.
Toivo grinned a bit, quite amused at the thought that Veri and Varjo honestly seemed to think no one was noticing that every morning, they would still reeked of sweat, sex and each other. Perhaps he hadn’t exactly fathered the brightest of young men there, but…
Well, he could hardly blame them when he had just furtively hidden away his own still rather stiff morning wood…
Guess he would have to spoil their sweet dreams and make them get ready – and definitely have a nice cold bath in the river!
As he stepped closer to his sons’ tent, he was, as he had expected, greeted with the rather thick aroma of young, horny, unwashed wolf lingering in the air. Gods, boys, you do smell a bit strong!
But…
There was something else. Something that suddenly made him tense. Another, unfamiliar smell. Something reptilian, and, something more. Something slightly sour…
He flung back the tent flap, body tense, ready for an attack.
But what he did find instead was making his whole body grow even tenser, everything seeming to slow down as he took in what waited for him inside the tent.
White bones. White bones sticky with something greenish and slime like. He drew in air, the sour smell now stronger, breaking through the thick funk of sex and unwashed young wolf.
And those bones, they were wolf bones. All blank and white. Broad shoulder, strong rib cages, just the right size for…
...for his sons.
Yes, those were Veri and Varjo, their remains pressed together like in a very initiate embrace, hip bones almost seeming to be ground together, the bone apparently having melted in some places, until it looked like it was almost welded together…
Two skeletons of lovers in the throws of passion, just as death had made an end to their lusty rut…
“You like what you ssssee?”
The voice came from right behind him. Toivo was just about to whirl around as he felt something smooth and scaly brush against his legs. Something slithering past him, playfully rubbing against his calves, leaving him frozen in place until he was face to face with the enormous snake, its head reared up, the forked tongue flicking at him as the yellow eyes fixed on the middle aged wolf…
“Those, those are my sons…”, Toivo got out, his voice sounding a bit strained, his heart thumping in his chest, a strange shiver running down his spine as he inhaled the air smelling of sex and death and the scent of the large reptile…
“Yesss, very deliciouss boysss, bothss of thssem…”, the python chuckled in amusement, its maw opening to a grin, showing just a hint of that yawning cavity beneath.
Those, those yellow eyes, they were, were really rather hard to ignore…
And the only other thing to look at where the blank bones, forever caught in their so much more than just familiar embrace…
“You, you ate them… You, you left them, like that, just, just in one night…?”, Toivo gasped, feeling the thump of his heart and something else. A very shameful stirring in his loins, from his neglected morning wood. This, this was wrong, he, should not…
“I knew thssere would be more. And thssey were jussst ssso tasssty. You sssee how eager my body wass to digesst thssem…”, the snake hissed with a delighted shiver in his voice. Moving closer, flicking his tongue. Inhaling the rich aroma of the older wolf…
Toivo knew he should draw his weapon. Fight. Or, maybe just run, but just like Varjo, he could not draw himself away. Even if it meant sealing his fate….
“Thssey really enjoyed thssemelvesss. Jussst look at thsssem. Thssey bothss came many timesss, as I devoured thssem. Ssuch good, ssslutty little wolvess…”
Toivo shivered, noticing how his cock had pushed out of his loincloth, bobbing proudly into view. His tip already glistening with a first drop of precum forming at his slit…
“What do you ssssay? Ssshall I make you feel good asss well? You know, you came jussst at the right time for breakfassst….”, the snake hissed, suddenly so very close, close enough for his tongue to flick over his pert nipples, close enough to taste the sweat and arousal adding to the permeating smell of the now dead and digested young wolves…
Toivo gulped, feeling his whole body shiver. All he could do was look into those yellow eyes and nod. His fingers undoing his loincloth, throwing off his cape as with a pleased hiss, the hungry python began coiling himself around his new treat…