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* the power of mysterious deer girls shines within you

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digesting you absorbing yojr nutrients

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Sounds are very good.. but something I find very underrated is the sound prey makes. All those whimpers and whines, especially paired with the pred getting all flustered from it or even driving them into even more of a predatory frenzy.

Ooooof yeah I love the sounds prey makes, too. Every little whimper and whine. Every plea that falls from their lips. Every cry. Willing or not, it's so juicy. And it's fun to imagine the sounds stirring the pred up even more - they've already got the prey down in their stomach, but their pitiful noises have the pred's stomach growling and working in overtime, clenching around the prey desperately, which just pulls even more sounds from their delicious little morsel. Yes, indeed, the sounds from a prey are lovely~

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Ok sure I'm gonna just swallow you and you'll be unable to move, but alive. And we'll see how long those wards hold out. Even if they keep you alive, you're gonna have a real bad time getting really familiar with my intestines.

adventurer who buys a bunch of expensive wards to protect them from the dragon they’re raiding hurting them, not realizing that the dragon has plenty of ways to defeat them without injuring them at all

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Mmmmm kobolds

Item: One (1) Pass for a Free* Chunk of Kobold!

*You have to bite off your chunk

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Yeah but you'd be even cuter if you had the consistency of pudding and were getting pumped steadily through my intestines

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fuuuck pred that finds digestion actively pleasurable cause they can feel the contours of their prey so clearly. the pressure of their body bearing down on their meal and feeling every little twitch as their prey moves against their stomach. feeling the change in texture as every hard edge and pushback smooths down and weakens

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Humans? Oh you mean the game animals we let roam the streets?

caste-based society where humans are ruled by dragons and various lizards and have basically no legal rights

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Reblog this if you want vore anons

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You start fluffing the foxgirl's 9 big tails and they start pulling you in and you're surrounded by fluff and don't realize until it's too late that your body is losing coherence and dissolving into soup and her tails squeeze you one last time and you fall apart and soak into her fluff and they finally let go and all that's left of you is a pile of dessicated bones but her fur is so nice and shiny and fluffy now

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sliding down a girls throat is this anything

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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If say, a cute little witch happened to stumble into your Lair, unaware of the consequences. What would you do to her? How might you... dispose, of her?~

Oh? A cute little witch in my lair? What a delightful little morsel, all alone. I hope she's a fighter~

Of course, as soon as she realizes the mistake she's made, she'll start casting spells, anything to give her a chance to get away. I do love playing with my food, so I'll let her think I haven't realized what she's doing, as I prowl around her, monologuing.

"A tender piece of meat like you, come all alone to my lair? You're quite courageous, little witch. I've devoured countless morsels like you, many of them much better prepared. Yet you think to take me on alone?"

Of course, I can feel when her magic is nearing completion. I'll let her spell cast, and laugh as it cascades off my tough scales. But then, the game is up. I want to drink in her terror when all her arcane might simply glances off my hide.

And soaking in that terror, I pounce. I pin her down, knocking her staff just out of reach, letting her arm loose just so she can reach desperately for it. The weight of my body presses down on her, nearly squeezing the breath out of her chest, before i let up and toss her before me.

As she gasps for air, I take my time picking her over with my gaze. She's decorated in fine robes and baubles, but only the best will suffice for my hoard. The finest bits I pluck from her, but all else I shred with my talons, without a care for the delicate flesh beneath. Nay, to say it is without care is inaccurate. Each strike of my talons traces a bloody path through her skin, shallow, but painful nonetheless.

I revel in her agonized cries, until the last scrap of fabric is torn away. Then i wrap her up in my long, dextrous tongue, and pull her firmly but gently into my maw. She squirms and writhes in my grasp, as her face dangles inches above the opening of my gullet, which squelches and pulsates with instinctual peristaltic motions. It wants to grab her, it wants to swallow and swallow and swallow and seal her fate, but she frantically pushes away, while i teasingly push her towards it.

I have no plans so swallow her so soon, but it is oh so fun to play with such a morsel. No, my tongue dances over her curves, teasing and tracing along the tender rolls of her tummy, flicking at her tender nipples, and plunging into her holes.

I want to find what makes her scream and moan, and only give that to her when she's in the greatest danger of being swallowed. I want her to want to slide down my gullet, to sentence herself to doom in my digestive tract.

And in time, it comes, as does she. With her instincts crying out to stop her, i let her slip, in desperation, slightly too far. My throat seals around her, and she screams as she slides deeper and deeper. I can feel her thrash in climax and fear as the muscles of my gullet squeeze every tender bit of her luscious flesh, pushing her slowly but surely down, down, down into the stomach below.

Into a roiling pool of acid she slides, each gouge left by my talons igniting with brutal, searing pain. Her body cannot help but thrash as every inch of her screams, biting gastric juices soaking into skin and fat, wracking her with waves of torment.

Meanwhile, I am thoroughly enjoying the feeling of lively prey in my belly. Her frantic motions do little to upset my stomach, instead, a tough digestive tract like mine merely flexes and absorbs her blows, translating them into pleasurable sensations as I melt my prey away. I'm under no illusion as to her comfort, no, her agonized cries still reverberate through my body, and I revel in her suffering. As she screams, I work my belly over with my talons, feeling as she softens within.

For my victim, every second may as well be an eternity for how much it hurts. All the while, I take the time to enjoy it. A few minutes in, and she's started to soften. Painful, but her body has not really broken down yet. She squirms vivaciously, each twitch pressing pleasantly into my gut.

Another few minutes later, and the constant churning of my stomach begins to peel away her skin, particularly at her extremities. The terror of death approaching sends the poor girl into a frantic maelstrom of blows. At the same time, the first bits of chyme are flowing into my intestines and are greedily absorbed. A feeling of post-meal bliss settles over me.

It doesn't take long before the melting flesh sends my gut into a frenzy of its own. My victim can barely struggle, but the adrenaline still keeps her conscious. Nerve endings scream in pain before being broken down into their base elements, muscles unravel, and my stomach clenches over and over again, cracking bone. In her last moments, my meal slips into a numb haze, before she sloughs apart into a meaty slurry draining into my intestines. I lay on my back, wings spread wide, and bask in the feeling of absorbing yet another victim.

(Disposal warning under the cut)

It takes only a few hours to absorb a little morsel like her. My intestines reach into her liquified form with millions of tiny villi, like a million hands groping for the most sensual flesh. They take everything worth taking, leaving only a solid mass of bone and waste to pile up in my rectum. A single morsel like her is hardly enough to stir my bowels to movement, so her remains wait days for the victims of my next hunt to join them.

At long last, my body moves to set her free. On a lonely mountainside, I lift my tail, and begin to push.

One log contains all that is left of the poor little morsel, and it slowly breaches, falling quickly to the ground and steaming in the cool mountain air. Soon after, another follows, and another, until the witch is buried in the remains of my other victims.

Thinking nothing more of my past meals, I step away, before beating my wings and taking off, soon to torment other unfortunate souls.

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retired hunter pred vacations to a nostalgic place, not realizing they had become a well-known folklore legend there back in their prime

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My favorite toy!

snuffbold

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"What she doesn't want you to do"

Oh so something like escaping? Yeah she really doesn't want you to escape. But you're welcome to try.

“can that dragon consent” be for real. shes 40 feet long from nose to tail and weighs about a ton, armored like a tank, and her claws and teeth are bigger and sharper than kitchen knives. she literally eats humans. you’re not doing anything she doesn’t want you to do

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Smiling, kicking my feet, flicking my tail to and fro as i imagine all the fun ways to tear prey apart/burn them alive/melt them in my guts/etc.