>>38366709Helplessly rubbing against each other thanks to having such miniscule space to *exist* in, let alone breathe in, when we're literally melting into fleshy goop together would surely lead into us trying something, -anything-, to relieve the pain. If only out of instinct, if only out of a helpless deep-seeded desire to reproduce one final time before our meaningless lives as ambulatory serpent meals are expunged. It's kinda cute to think about! Sobbing instead of moaning, gurgling howls and desperate screams as we writhe against each other, becoming more goo than flesh and blood with each second that passes, yet both of us are hoping with the last of our strength that we can get off together before we become one with our slithering god. Yet even if we DO get off, the post-orgasm shame will be all that more crushing to us. Denied air, denied space to move, denied sentient thought past the notion of endless agony as the stomach acid laps at our loins like acidic ocean waters, rendering our last pathetic release of fluids all over each other inert and merging it with our captor's body in one single motion and now even denied the burning spear-like desire to achieve orgasmic release.
No, they're just a friend of mine that I don't talk to that often. I didn't truly expect them to be here, but you remind me of them is all. 
