#heyyyy guys vore poet back at it again

[comfyhome]

a normally gentle pred that wolfs down their prey a little hastier than usual, gulping in quick succession as if they had been starving to devour them for a lifetime.

the prey would squirm, wriggling the whole way down and wondering why this session had been rougher than any, unbeknownst to the fact that their pred had been watching them dart around other preds all day, the oblivious prey narrowly avoiding becoming lunch to those they had bumped into earlier. now, they were kept safe within their companion, a meal reserved for one and willingly withheld from the outside world, even if only for the night.

the gentle pred would trace their prey’s descent with a hand, quickly curling up and wrapping two arms around their gut to even further preserve their beloved belonging — there was no harm in being a little protective sometimes.