(Ok, so the order is Divine, Crownflame, me and then anyone else will be incorporated if they enter if I got that right)<br/><br/>Terry shivered at Celia's chuckled. His pleas had fallen on deaf ears, and the snake was completely indifferent to his fate. He was little more than an amusing meal. The though cut him deep and his face began to turn pale in shock, his eyes growing wide and welling up. He felt his feet slide through the throat and into he warm, tight confines of the throat, he shuddered, as he felt the serpents tongue work his was on his legs. His pants became moist and clung uncomfortably to his skin as his fett and legs continued to writhe vainly, hoping to get him out.<br/><br/>The muscles in his body were tense and his teeth clenched as he felt the hard lips fasten around his knees. he could feel the rippled, slick, soft flesh of the throat, almost massaging his legs as the pulled him inextricably down. He let out a whimper, then pursed his lips trying to retain whatever dignity he coud. Then he felt the coils loosen. He did not want to look, to see how far down he was, how log he had left, but he could not help himself. His face shot up and he sawthe smiling serpent, mouth wrapped around his thighs.<br/><br/>He panicked, let out a half scream as he began to wriggle and try to pull himself out of the mouth, his face darting around behind him and his arms fumbling on the table trying to grab onto something, his hips and legs wriggling like crazy. All he managed to do was loosen his pants so that the peristaltic motion of Celia's throat could pull them down. He tried to reach for his pants, leading him to fall back on the table as his arms were propping him up, he fumbled, and the pants escaped his grasp.<br/><br/>He was surprised that he had the time to feel emberrased, as he lay with his bare athletic ass on the table. He still contiued to try to pull himself out, but his muscles were getting tired and less tense and he could not seem to stop the slow descent. He now felt the ripples of the throat massage against his skin directly. He looked toward Celia with a desperate expression, a sort of silent pleading as vocal pleadings had proven useless. He continued to kick as his arms struggled to find something, anything to grab onto.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The lIttle mouse boy gave a surprised eek as he felt something pulling at his tail. He looked down in a confused manner and saw that his tail was being slurped down into the member like an errant string of pasta. He was even more surprised when the entire tail was in and he still felt himself being pulled backwards, his hips being forced into the soft head. The little mouse boy gave an excited wriggle of his tail as the urethra opened and cushioned his hips in a warm snug manner. It was surprising, but rathe rpleasant the little mouse boy thought as he closed his eyes dreamily and wriggled his hips a little, allowing himself to sink a little deeper in.<br/><br/>The mouse boys legs were bent upwards towards his face as his hips and ass slid in down the smooth, sleek shaft, his moist fur allowing him to slide in qutie easily. Fortunately, the little mouse boy was quite the contortionist and he was quite couple being bent over like this. He looked up and gave a little smile as he wondered how deep he would go exactly.