#male predator

[cowardlysimon]

"Simon where the vore at"

Girl, idk it grew legs and left.

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[yaut-jaknowit]

YOUR MXM REQUESTER IS BACK AGAINNNN. I’m literally in love w your works fr, like whenever I have nothing to do I’m taking my ass over to your blog to read😭 you’re a wholeass blessing fr

Okay so my mind started working again, like imagine the reader just over all being a tease the whole day and in the evening his Yautja mate walks in on the reader touching himself later on which leads to smut:D?

What We Do In The Night

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Reader) x AMAB Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, teasing out in public, knots, masturbation, being caught while masturbating, cum eating, talk about cum, thigh fucking.

Word Count: 5662 (whoops, my hand slipped...)

Summary: A new question. What would happen if you teased your mate while on the mother ship? You're in front of his peers, touching him throughout the day. He can't do anything in return. Not when there's other watching. Wait until he get's back from his meeting...

Author Note: Welcome back! Glad to have you! I'm so glad you are liking them. I have to say, I'm slightly out of my element when it comes to MXM stuff but I do like a challenge. I'm loving them so much as you can clearly tell by the 11 page essay I just wrote, lol. Throw some more at me!

Masterlist

Ao3

Many eyes were on your form as you strutted through the halls. Mai has taught you to ignore them, don’t give them energy to taunt you. Over many visits, you’ve gotten use to the stares and eyes. It no longer bothered you. To be honest, it made you want to try something that Mai has whispered to you before. The Yautja have little shame on what humans call disgusting. It’s taken some time to get use to seeing naked forms along the crew.

They have no reason to shy away though. Their frames are athletic and toned, just like your partners. Straight up hunters that loved the hunt. Most do, at least. From what you’ve heard, others prefer science or mechanics. Those are the similarities to the humans that you considered. There are things between your two races that are completely different then there’s those before mentioned ones.

Your feet were taking wide, quick strides to keep up with Mai’tuiudh. With how fast he was moving, he seemed to be on a deadly mission. To where, you have no idea.

It’s rare to be on the mothership. Mai hated to be here. By the looks of it, the other Yautjas felt the same towards him. The stares, glaring, and scoffing are any clue. You feel like it has something to do with you to being together, but it doesn’t matter to you.

Yet, the elders call upon him to physically check in and report his findings. Mai listens to them. Well, he has to or be hunted down by an Enforcer to be brought back. Mai’s told you this has happened once before. Some Yautja named Dai’stbaen dragging him here to answer to the elders.

The stares don’t go away as Mai plops down on the bench. A bowl of some sort of noodles in front of him. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him eat noodles. But it was quite strange yet funny to see. You join Mai next to him and leaned into his side. The Yautja doesn’t move and lets you stay there. There was a little coverage with the table. The others around have finally returned back to their food and tablemates. This was your chance.

A grin grew on your features. Your hand nearest to him rested on his bare thigh. The muscle barely twitched as Mai used chopsticks to pick up some noodles and bring it to his mouth. Said hand started to slide up towards Mai’s torso. This time, you felt Mai’s stomach flex against your side. Good boy, is what you wanted to say but you were in earshot of company.

Once the noodles tangled on the blue Yautja’s mandibles was consumed, Mai released a growl-chuff at you. “What are you doing, little bug?” he questioned, keeping a hand on the bowl and the other grasping the chopsticks. Mai wasn’t going to stop you though. The skimming of your palm felt wonderful against his skin. “Think wisely.”

Poor choice of words. You were thinking of all things you could do to him while he couldn’t do anything. Mai has a taste for touch outside of the bedroom but won’t full on take you in front of company. Such a gentleman. You continued to smirk as your hand reached the hem of his short-shorts, then pushed underneath.

Mai’s skin was set ablaze against yours the closer you got to his core. The Yautja squared his shoulders, attempting to keep any noises to himself. He tried. That’s all that matters in the end.

Later in the day, when the ship was calming down, the two of you found yourself in a sparring room. Other Yautjas were working on their form and whatnot. All of it was enticing but your eyes were kept on the blue Yautja stretching. Mai was bent at the waist, touching his fingers to his toes. You licked at your lips and secretly shifted your twitching dick. How could anyone not want to be ruined by him and his glory? If anyone said no, then they are complete liars.

Your Yautja swiped at drop of blood hanging from his lower mandible with a long tongue. The things Mai could do with that muscle. One’s you’ve experienced countless time. God, just thinking about him was probably alerting the Yautjas around about how horny you were for him. Who cares though? Not you as he walked over to you.

The waterskin in your hand was offered to the sweaty alien. Said being took it from your gasp. As he drank, you placed a hand on his stomach, feeling it flex. That limb skirted over Mai’s crotch, loving the way he tensed and almost choked on his drink. Mai was quick to cap the waterskin and grasp your hand. Yet, as the giant stared into your eyes, he couldn’t tell you to stop. Not when he felt his cock stir within his sheath. Damn this ship.

“What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?” you jestered, palm resting over his crotch. If he didn’t need to show at least a hair of restraint in front of his peers, Mai would’ve had you face down, ass up. The feel of you wrapped around as he stroked your cock. Paya, save his damned soul.

His former sparring partner called to him, asking if they were going to continue. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he could walk straight out of this room and take you somewhere private.

Maybe he’ll just use your mouth, teach you lesson. Especially, when you’re touching him like that. It’s going to be difficult to focus now. It was all your fault.

The two of you stood in front of the door, a soft smile upon your lips. Lips that Mai wanted to bite as you looked at him that way. The way that captured his sight, his mind, his focus. He couldn’t help placing his hands on your hips and drawing you close.

The heat of his body made your lips press together, eyes sparkling with mischief. Your own hands started at his lower torso then skimmed around his sides then rested on the swell of Mai’s butt.

Said being’s mandibles clicked against one another. If only Elder Foq’oz hadn’t called upon him. He wouldn’t have to leave you. No, he could push you into his dwelling and take you against the door. No eyes could see, but everyone within the vicinity could hear how good he fucks your ass. Then, he would knot you, pouring his seed deep within you. You would keep it there, being so good for him. Afterwards, Mai would carry you to the large bath and take you all over again. He would happily seed you continuously through the night.

His cock’s tip started to rub against his shorts. The friction and smell of you made him keen silently, slightly bent over you. Mai let his tongue slither out to taste the air, eyes drifting shut.

Or, he could take you here. Quickly. Quietly. There would be eyes, much to his dismay, but you’re his. Yet, the Elder would be infuriated to learn why he was late. Mai would receive some sort of punishment by said Yautja. Not that he was against them… he didn’t want to be away longer than necessary from his mate.

“Prepare, little ooman,” he rumbled into shoulder before standing tall. In the air, Mai smelled his own dai-shui lingering. A short shower wasn’t going to get rid of it, as much as he hoped. He’ll have to bear what words the Elder will throw at him. All for you.

At his words, you cocked your head, brows furrowed. “For what, babe?” you requested, hands moving to Mai’s front and slipping underneath his pants again. Your Yautja rocked his hips forward, sweltering penis sliding against your hand. Paya, you were going to be the death of him at his stage. The way you touched him. The way you felt against him just like this.

“Pauking be ready when I return, ooman.” Oh, you knew you were in trouble now at that point. All you could do was smile innocently up at him. Mai growled softly, ending it with a keen. He used a hand to wrap around your neck and simply pin you into the door. “You will not leave my room in the morning. You will be full of me before day.”

Your dick throbbed in your pants. Since your grave has already been dug, who cares if it gets deeper. “Is that a promise or a threat?” One limb drifted north to tweak at one of Mai’s exposed nipples.

Mai’tuiudh had a strong urge to bite you on your neck. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson. Knowing you though, there’s a chance it wouldn’t work as well as he wanted it to. His grip tightened on you, claws pressing into your skin. “Consider it a threat and promise. It won’t matter though. You’ll be far too cockdumb to know.”

This time, you gasped, hands stilling. God, he knew how to get your blood going. Well, his presence already did that. Yet, you kept a cocky look on your face. “Good. Now, be a good boy and run along,” you shooed him away.

His hand slammed into the pad next to the door. This action caught the attention of many eyes around. Their head snapped to the two of you. They watched as the Yautja shoved you past the door and it closed between the pair. The heavy scent of a horny male in the air. Many just rolled their eyes at the smell before carrying on.

You stared at the sheet of metal blocking you from Mai’tuiudh. Now, you could release the façade, fingers already palming at the tent growing within your pants. Shit, that alien knows what he’s doing with you. His words, smell, being, they drove you crazy when he did things like this. Yet, you had to wait until he came back to get what you want.

An idea came to mind standing in the entrance. It was the honest truth you’ll have to wait until Mai gets done with whatever he’s doing to get knotted. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while he’s away. Now, you can imagine the sight of him walking in as you played with yourself.

Hand wrapped softly around your hard cock, precoma weeping from the tip. Maybe one of your many toys filling your ass, barely comparing to Mai’s impressive cock. It could just be there until he will.

The pants around your waist did nothing to hide the tent growing within them. Your blood rushing to your hardening cock. Your back rested against the closed door as a hand wrapped around yourself, softly stroking.

Images of past encounters with your lover played behind your eyelids. Every time ended with you knotted on him, dick twitching deep inside of you, filling you with his seed. The back of your smacked against the door, a low moan breaking the quiet air.

All the things Mai has done to you over the course of the time you’ve spent with him. The touches, the words, the emotions. By god, you love him. The Yautja may not say those exact words, but you knew he felt the same as he bared himself to you. He’s been vulnerable to you so many times before.

He’s treated you right this entire time. He cares about you. He’s kept you in his thoughts. Yes, there’s been disagreements, but fuck. They’ve always been resolved. He loves you, words or not. Through and through. When returned back from wherever he’s been called to, he’ll take care of you completely. Someday, you feel you should return the favor full heartily. God, what has you brain done to you?

The question should be, what has Mai done to you? Here you were, back against a door, hand now down your pants to stroke at your dick. Dirty, downright sinful thoughts spilling through your mind. All you wanted was Mai to walk in and see you fisting yourself as you moaned his name.

That made you push off of the door and take unsteady steps towards the bedroom. The trek was long and difficult. Your legs wobbled underneath you at each footfall. All your thoughts were focused on the mental image of you being pounded into by Mai. All you had to do was wait and be good, be prepared. You had a full understanding on what teasing the Yautja in front of his kind could do.

Out in public, Mai stays conservative. He’s respectful yet firm. You aren’t allowed out of his sights when in crowds. Though, this may seem demeaning, he will make you hold his hand the entire time. If that’s not possible. Like for instance, grabbing credits, he’ll force you in front of him, pressed up against him.

At that thought, you wanted to be skin to skin with him. Sweaty bodies moving with each other, each seeking pleasure in the other.

The concave bed covered in pelts and a couple of blankets felt like heaven. Past memories surfacing once more to remind you what’s to come. Your hand didn’t leave the confines of your pant as you laid back. You let loose a moan when you squeezed the base of your cock. That’s what Mai’s going to do to you when he returns. All the things he’s going to do… You wondered what position he’s going to fold you into when comes back. Maybe Mai won’t even take you in the bed. The wall could work, show off how strong he is as he holds you up easily in his arms. Or the bath; you riding him till he knots you. Mai stroking your cock in rhythm. You bit your bottom lip, hips stuttering against your hand.

How can you even think straight with those thoughts? To be honest, you probably weren’t thinking straight at the moment. Mai consumed your mind.

The drag of dry hands didn’t feel the best. You reached over to the low table next to the bed. When it came to Mai, he always has lube nearby at the thoughts of you. One way he shows he truly cares about you. Always on his mind too.

After retrieving the bottle of lube and a toy, your pants were pushed off of your legs and thrown off to the side. Your hardened cock rested against your stomach, leaking precum, tip pink and flushed. It jumped when you skimmed slick fingers over the underside. You whined at the feeling and did the same thing again. Mai’s rough fingers would feel so much better. Patience was key right now. All you had to do was wait somewhat patiently for his return.

The toy earlier mentioned was slicked up with the same lube. You rolled onto your side, hiked up a leg, and nudged the tip against the tight ring of muscles. After countless times with Mai, he’s been able to loosen you up to make it easier for the two of you. Yet, it never hurts to prepare yourself for him. He did say to do that before he left you panting and hard against the door.

You softly cried out as the plug was pushed into you, slowly opening you up. Your bottom lip was bitten again at the pleasure spiking throughout your body. This caused you to start panting, jaw hung low.

Then, the thickest part of it was pushed fully and nestled perfect inside. Your only free hand went immediately back to your cock and started up a decent pace. Your body stayed on it’s side as you stroked, eyes starting to roll back into your head. Fuck, this wasn’t the greatest. The plug did little to fill you the way Mai could. It made you hungry for more. Yet, you guessed it was the idea and possible feeling that had you whining in the empty room.

It was far from silent now in the bedroom. Soft cries, whines, and moan echoing back at your needy form on Mai’s bed. You buried your nose into the pelt and took a deep breath. There. There was his grounding scent woven into the blankets. Your dick twitched, more precum coating the tips. You used the palm of your hand to corkscrew the tip. “Mai!” you whimpered, other hand clawing into the bed.

The muscles in your lower torso tensed, preparing for the upcoming orgasm. Your hand sped up, tightening its hold. Your mind is starting to go blank, besides the only thought on it was Mai. “Pl-ease, let, let me come, baby,” you begged to a figure who wasn’t here, to an empty room.

Your balls tightened, drawing up into your pelvis. Your arm growing tired at the speed but didn’t dare stop. Not when it was right the- “What do we have here?”

Over the white noise in your ears, you heard a voice gravelly speak. The concentration was dropped, hand stopping at the tip, eyes shooting open to find the origin.

In all of his glory, Mai rested a shoulder against the doorway, arms crossed, and eyes locked onto you. His long tongue slipped between his inner jaw to taste the air. You watched as his burnt orange eyes expanded.

All you could do was lay there, panting and not daring to move. The male finally pushed off of the door frame and marched straight over to you. Now, you turned onto your back and started to crawl away from him. That didn’t work.

Mai simply grasped an ankle and tugged you back to him before forcing you onto your front. One hand pinned your neck down into the bed while the other lifted your hips up. The shiny blue butt plug now exposed to him. The Yautja purred lowly, thumb touching the plug before hooking a claw and lightly pulling on it. It moved only an inch inside of you, but you moaned, hands grasping at the pelts again. “Mai,” you cried out his name with him here.

“If you didn’t tease me since this morning, I would be praising you. But you don’t deserve my good words now. Not when you have me wanting to breed you since you touched me out in the hallways this morning.” Mai pushed on the plug now, gaining the same reaction as before. “Do you know how hard it was not to push you into the floor in front of other people and knot you right there? I know you would’ve sound so pretty, begging for my knot and to bred you.”

The touch on your lower end was removed. Only a cool breeze ghosted over the hot skin he had grazed over. “You would’ve loved that. Huh? Seeing all those larger than you watching you getting bred by one of their own? Maybe you would’ve let them have a turn with you?”

This time, you whine in disagreement. “No, no! All yours. All yours. I want you, love. Please. I’m only yours.”

From behind you, where you couldn’t see, Mai smirked proudly at that. The belt around his thick waist was removed, thrown off to the side. Green pelt shorts followed shortly after.

A shiver raked the Yautja’s body, his cock meeting the air, slick and pulsing with need. Mai knew the elder could smell his arousal when Mai entered the room. As much as Mai should’ve felt embarrassed, he didn’t. Instead, he wanted the meeting to be over the moment it started. So, he could come back here and fill you with his cock. Patience is a hunter’s virtue. One a struggled with since he was a child.

“You know how to please me, little ooman,” he grumbled, letting his hand return back to your butt. He squeezed one of your cheeks. Patience. His prize would soon come to him in time. Instead, Mai rested his heavy cock on your tail bone and rutted against you.

From the smell and sight of you, you were ready to come. He could tell when he entered the room you were about to. But Mai ensured you wouldn’t.

Like all the times before, the Yautja leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. His body curled over yours, easily covering you like a big blanket. The hand on your butt moved to slither around your torso, taking up so much space. “Are you ready for me?” he softly whispered. You felt your cock jump, slapping against Mai’s arm. He smirked at this and licked a stripe behind the shell of your ear.

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat. “Please, love, fill me. I want to feel you so bad. You don’t understand.” His chest vibrated your spine, traveling through your body. You sobbed at the feeling on your weeping cock.

“Oh, but I completely understand.” Mai lifted his upper body off of you before maneuvering you into the position he wanted. You were still in bed, plug removed. Now though, he was sitting with you straddling his thick thighs and waist. Your knees couldn’t even touch the pelts below. All of your weight is resting completely on him now.

A heavy amount of lube had been used on both of you. To the point you felt it rolling down your legs in beads. Both of Mai’s hands were resting on your hips, thumbs touching each other in the middle of your torso. Your aching cock pinned between. It leaked precum, sliding down the length. You were so needy for him, needing to come all over him. Your own way of marking him in return.

Mai simply lifted you up, your cock sliding against his toned abdomen. You reached back to grasp his dick and guide it to your entrance. The Yautja purred as you did so, easily keeping you up.

When you pressed the tip in, Mai’s purr stuttered with a growl. He tensed to stop himself from rutting up into you at just the feel. No matter how many times he enters you, it makes him feel like a newly blooded Yautja getting his first female. This was a hundred times better than that though, making it even harder not to pin you underneath his large frame and take you. You made him feel this way.

He allowed you to control the speed at first. Your comfort was first in his book. He enjoyed the slow slide of you coming down on his penis. The way you would stop, rise up only to fall further. You squeezed the life out of him the further you went down. Then, you finally met your hips against his. His claws bit into your skin at the feeling.

“God, you fe-el so good, love.” Your hand skated down to wrap around your cock. A mistake. Mai grasped that limb and pulled it away.

“Mine to touch. Not yours,” he demanded before releasing the hold. You whined and rested your forehead against his pec. How could he deny you when he’s filling you so perfectly. His knot wasn’t inflated but you could still feel it pressing inside of you.

The Yautja rumbled a laugh at your reaction. Poor little ooman, waiting for him to knot. He waited though until he felt you fully relax against him before lifting you up. The way you sobbed into his chest had him already wanting to hear more. He pulled you back down until your hips met again, beginning a slow but hard pace. One that had you panting and pawing at him.

Low curse words spilling from your lips at the building pleasure. Pleasure that had you already on the edge from earlier. Oh shit. You were going to come so quick. There was no stopping if he kept this up. What would he think of you? Such a needy little thing, already spilling your cum on him?

It took a little effort to even think of the words as the band in your stomach tightened. “Mai, Mai… mmm. I’m gonna come. Let me. Please. I wanna. Please,” you begged to the large alien fucking his cock into you.

Said being couldn’t help the smirk from growing on his mandibles. What you had said already confirmed his suspicions. This was the cause from you playing with yourself earlier. He couldn’t deny the fact you were making him feel so good. Though, if he was truly thinking, he probably would’ve stopped to let the orgasm fade away. You deserved it after teasing with all those touches all day.

His mind already recalling your subtle touches against his thigh as the two of you walked through the hallways. Many of his kinds eyes were on you, watching. Yet, you didn’t seem to know and carried out feeling him up. He knew the others could smell his growing musk for you. He can’t blame the mating season. There’s a couple of months till then.

After that one, you had taken a seat on his lap, pressing into him. Mai easily read the way the room tensed at this. Some Yautja had looked away while others couldn’t stop staring. As much as Mai hated it, he returned the pressure on them until no one dared to look at them.

Then later on, you had pulled him, off guard, into an empty hallway and backed him into the wall. This caused the Yautja’s eyes to bulge out, lower jaw slackened as he watched you feel him up. Mai couldn’t help his head throwing back and body pressing up into your hands. You ate that up happily.

Or when you slipped your hand into his pants while he talking to an old friend. He nearly choked on his spit when your fingers slipped across his slit. Said friend gave him a weird look but carried on until Mai had to remove the two of you from the equation. You were giggling the entire time, unable to quiet down. Damn, you were proud of yourself.

Usually, now would be the time for revenge. With the way you were squeezing him, calling his name, begging for him. How could he deny you that sweet, sweet release?

Mai angled his hips towards something he knew would make you keen just for him. When the tip of his penis slammed against that special spot, you gasped, nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck! Do that again! Please! Again,” you pleaded with him. You were perfect like this.

One of his hands moved to grasp your weeping cock and started a pace that matched his own. If you were going to come this early, he’s going to milk it for what it’s worth. “Come, little ooman. Come on my hand, now,” he snarled as he felt you clench around him. He had a bit of stamina left in him so this wasn’t the end for him just yet.

You cried out hard, his name falling from your lips. The band in your stomach snapped, balls drawn tight. Your cock throbbed within Mai’s hold, white cum shooting out across his torso and hand. Your shaky hands slid up to grasp at his shoulders. “Good boy,” the large predator grumbled, hips not once faltering, over the white noise in your ear.

Once the feeling of cloud nine started to fade away slowly, your body slumped against his chest. You felt your cum touch you but that was the least of your worries now. Your own heaving for air. One of Mai’s hands petted down the length of your sweaty back. You relaxed, eyes drifting close.

Until the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation started to creep up your spine. You whined incoherently at him, hands pawing at him. This gained his attention to stop, one hand forcing your chin to look up at him. Concern bubbled deep within those burnt orange eyes of his as they searched your own. “Are you okay?” he was quick to ask yet didn’t dare move in case he somehow injured him.

“Too much,” you slurred, eyes watering. Mai was relieved at that. He hadn’t hurt you. An idea was quick to come to mind instead.

Mai leaned down to lick at your cheek, a way to give you kiss. “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You hummed with a head nod. To which, Mai followed through with what he said he was going to do.

It wasn’t painful as he slipped from you. Instead, it made your softening cock twitch with need. You whined at the feeling, softly digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. “You did so well for me,” he whispered into your ear after he fully pulled out and kept you seated in his lap.

From this position and what part of your mind that had returned, you took notice on how hard and the lack of a knot… Mai hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t about to let that go. One of your hands reached behind you to grasp at his aching cock. The Yautja groaned, hips jutting up into your grasp, but he was able to snap out of it and stop you. He was going to take care of you, not the other way around. “Rest, little ooman. You did so good.” Mai brought up his cum coated hand to his mouth and licked it out. The taste is different from his own in all the good ways. His cock jumped at the taste but you weren’t able to at this moment.

“Mai, you hadn’t come yet,” you stated like he didn’t know it was the truth.

“I’ll be fine.” That you disagreed with a whine and shook your head.

“No. Use me. Wait-“ an idea came to mind “-use my thighs.” Mai’tuiudh’s eyes pinned at that, hold tightening on you.

Over time, your thighs have grown stronger but still have a velvety feel to them. Maybe you did have a good idea. “Are you sure? I don-“

“Fucking use me.” Your wish is his command.

Mai maneuvered you the way he wanted, showing off his strength during the moment. Now, you were on your back. Both of your legs up in the air but your thighs pressed together, slick between the two. Again, lube is your best friend when it comes to Mai’tuiudh. You loved him but not a day of sex goes by without said bottle.

“Ready?” he questioned. One arm was wrapped around your knees, keeping them together. His hand holds his throbbing, weeping cock. No words came to you. Instead, all you did was nod your head. One hand rested on your softened cock. The feel of it there made you shutter.

Once he got the confirmation, Mai lined himself between your thighs then pushed forward. His eyes rolled back into his head. He wasn’t going to last long. The course of the day weighing him down. You were weighing him down. The sight of your small form below him, pauked out, willing to let him use your legs for his pleasure.

A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. You smiled, dazed, up at him, palm and digits wrapping around your cock. There wasn’t a chance to get another orgasm out of you but the pleasure was always welcomed. “You gonna come, big boy? Gonna come all over me? I’m gonna smell like you then, if you do,” you teased lowly.

Start talking about marking and scenting, that’ll get Mai’s gears going. It’s the perfect thing. Said Yautja’s hips faltered their beginning pace already. A low hum sounding in the back of your throat. “Hmmm, yes you are. You always look so handsome when you do. Gonna let me see that again. See you cover me in your cum.”

This time, you heard Mai’tuiudh whimper, hold tightening while his other arm came for support around your legs. You reached down with your free limb. Each time the top portion of his cock speared between your thighs, you caressed him.

Then, an idea came to mind.

The limb holding your dick lifted it up to rub against Mai’s each time he thrusted forward. Pleasure shocked throughout your entire body, causing you to gasp and tense. “Come, baby. Come!” you called out to him like you were in charge. As if.

Mai’tuiudh’s eyes narrowed, hips brutally slapping against yours like he was possessed. All you could do was lie there and watch as your gorgeous Yautja fell apart above. The strong, mighty have fallen to the likes of you, about to come at the feel of your thighs. “That’s it. You can do it.”

A roar echoed around the room. Mai slammed his thighs against the back of yours. A stinging sensation ran up them but you pushed that off to the side to watch as your Yautja came.

Large spurts of cum shot out from the neon green tip of Mai’s beautiful cock. The strength it had had it landing on your face. You were happy to lick what you could off of it, all while keeping eye contact with him.

He was quick to bend over and lick a stripe off of your face for you. Then, said tongue pressed against your lips. You allowed him entrance and tasted him.

When the two of you pulled away, him hovering over you, eyes peering into yours, you leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lower mandible. “You looked so pretty when you come, babes,” you teased the Yautja.

“I should be the one saying that to you. Specially covered with my seed.” You giggled with a soft smile. Mai leaned back up, large body kneeling before you. “Now, why don’t I clean you up?” You happily agreed with him, letting the Yautja lift your body off of the bed. One thing you liked being on this ship was the bath. This ship wasn’t that bad in the end.

[nikkisix]

A vampire's meal

Father Paul vore. I decided to draw vore of him since he's a vampire. I'm watching Midnight mass :3

[sindumpster]

A quickie from a while back that I totally forgot to post.

But been playing with a (Vore) Assassin AU on the side. Kurt’s obvi the more reluctant type, but his handlers are kinky fucks so :B

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[cheesy-plz]

This cute ballet dancer I drew! He probably found a tiny wandering around the dance studio!! Delish!!

[cherrasitic]

I like pretand that a G/T scenario with Floyd Leech is a lot more affectionate than it would actually be

Because let's be honest, that bitch would just wave me around and make airplane noises before flat out eating me simply because he felt like it

[bunnyraptor69]

NEW ANIMATIC!!!!!

The yautja You may not recognize is my de ar pyode(Ze'rei is his real name)he is head over heels for Lilith and he is her first and forever mate

💚💚💚

For those who don't know i have a headcanon where i mix japanese anime comedy with yautjas

To be more specific is the typical nosebleed cause the guy or girl see something they "like" XDDDDDDDDD

Yautjas doesn't have noses but they have nostrils inside their mouth/jaws,You already know the drill XDDDDDDDD

@black-suns-rim @lunaerebus @ladyofparchments @turtle-babe83 @dae-art @thedemonskitten @skadi-gemini @aescela @monstatron @thequeencryptid @chopshop-creationz @vampirikart @beetle-drip @daswhox @shaymin99 @heavenlydeer @mommymao @micaela-arg @goldennugger @predatorsmp @bonnie-irahsaj @roguemonsterfucker @cyvorg @slashergardens @kryptum-one

[elcho-da-artist]

POV: Chicken Wrangler Zombie Eats You (STORY/VORE/SOFT VORE/MALE VORE/ZOMBIE VORE/POV/PVZ2) (1/?)

While Plants Are Focused At The Zombies, Chicken Wrangler Zombie Manages To Get In Your House, Chicken Wrangler Zombie Was So Hungry That He Swallowed You Whole But He Forgot To Chew On Your Brains. Now, He Now Having Indigestion While Choking On Your Last Parts. A Few Moments Later, Chicken Wrangler Zombie Has Fully Swallow You Whole. He Belched

"*UUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!* Ah~ That Was Hard Than I Expected, Now Let Me Digests You" Said Chicken Wrangler Zombie

"WHAT?! NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" Said You.

Begin To Struggle Unstoppable Harder Inside His Belly Until...

"Ouch... It's Hurts.." Said Chicken Wrangler Zombie.

"Is It Hurting You? Let Me Help You." Said You.

You Begin Rubs His Belly Walls. Chicken Wrangler Zombie Takes A Deep Breath.

"*Sighs* Thanks..." Said Chicken Wrangler Zombie Starts To Purrs A Bit While You Keeps Rubbing His Belly Walls. Chicken Wrangler Zombie Walks To Sofa And Then Lays On The Sofa. He Massages His Belly While You Still Rubbing His Belly Walls Until You Feeling Sleepy. You Decided To Lays One His Belly Walls And Then Falls ASleep On His Belly Walls While Listening To His Belly Rumbling And Gurglings.

"You Looks Cute When You're Asleep. I Will Either Keeps You In My Belly For A Long Time Or Let You Out~" Said Chicken Wrangler Zombie Blushing And Still Massages His Belly And Purrs A Bit More And Then Falls Sleeping On The Sofa As You're Still Asleeping Inside His Belly.

The End

[traumatizedjaguar]

I was watching a video about a homeless 18 year old boy. And he spoke about his family and why he couldn't live with any relatives because his parents were both in prison, his aunts and uncles and cousins were all also in and out of prison so he had nobody to rely on or live with. His entire blood-line were all criminals.

People don't understand this. They don't understand when there is a certain behavior or personality traits that are taught, enabled and condoned within a "family" system, it can start with one or two people doing this, its not just one abuser in a "family" it is usually multiple or the entire "family" system is fucked up. It's learned behavior.

The behaviors condoned in my blood-line is drug abuse and neglect, egotistical Karen behaviors, pathological lying, and rape. 12 people in my blood-line (aunts, uncles, parents, a sibling, cousins) have either severe drug abuse issues and neglect their families, are egotistical and entitled especially when it comes to women's bodies, and they love pathologically lying. So you see a pattern in my blood-line with one or two very specific and very similar personalities.

[thealmightyemprex]

Niko the Jackal has challenged Aldo the Lion to a chase with the condition being if Aldo catches Niko,the old Lion gets to eat the Jackal

Niko Ha you old fool,I told you no one can catch me...What the-

Aldo: Your fast hun but nothing can out run me when I'm hungry

@ariel-seagull-wings @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @themousefromfantasyland

[cowardlysimon]

the fish is done

No internal cuz lazy :p

[yaut-jaknowit]

BRO I LOVED THE SIZE KINK YOU WROTE BASED OFF OF MY POST😩🙏🙏 literally been constantly reading it i’m so obsessed. I literally have so many mlm ideas from angst to nsfw so I can spam your inbox if you want (or dm’s if you wanna be moots)💀✋

BUT LIKE- imagine male reader soldier x male yautja where the reader had been off radar for a few months with their mate worrying only for the reader to return with new scars and a mechanical arm because he lost his real one during war😩

And then on god the yautja would be pissed asf because he was worried the reader was dead 😭✋

Return to Him

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Yautja) x Male Reader

Word Count: 2063

Summary: Four months isn't a long time to be away from home. Yet, everything that has occured during that time made it seem like years. Years since you last saw Mai, your beloved. You wished to see him, to ensure to him you were alright. Just a bit beaten up and newly scarred. This Yautja isn't liking the unfamiliar feeling of worry. That doesn't stop him from feeling that way. Nothing would.

Author Note: This one made me think a bit. I'm not used to these kinds of requests or prompts, not complaining though! Loving the prompts! Also, to those who requested something. It's going to take a little bit to get to those. Christmas time is very busy. I have three families to visit and my brother came into town after moving away four months ago.

I'm so glad you enjoyed that! I was a little worried since it was out of my knowledge. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind being mutuals. I will let you know that I'm bad a responding though, lol. I'm up to anything you want within reason, of course! Throw them at me.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Masterlist

Ao3

A ding behind him made the Yautja whip around in his chair to find a disappointing screen. Mai snarled lowly to himself and banged a fist against the armrest. He had set up a diagnostic to search through your government’s database for anything on you. It came up empty handed, nothing new about your location.

He felt his spine bristle at the thought. Where were you? A few buttons were harshly pressed on his dashboard. The ship you sometimes called home hummed louder before changing directions. Mai abruptly stood up and marched out of the room.

If your government doesn’t know where you were then, he was going to search for you personally. Earth may be large, though not as massive as Yautja Prime, that wouldn’t stop him. This Yautja wasn’t going to coward away at a challenge. It was in his blood to hunt. That’s what made him, well, him. He was a fighter and would never think about backing down from a challenge.

Though, it would take time to reach earth without eating up his low fuel reserves. To hide away from detection from your government’s space program, he flew into Neptune’s gravitational pull. His ship was pulled in and forced to orbit. Mai had to play smart, be a hunter without distraction. That’s the only way he would be able to find you without getting caught. That would ruin the double life you live. One Mai’tuiudh will never understand. The Yautja shook his head, tresses swaying as he passed through the short hall to the sparing room.

To pass the time, Mai’s going to work off some pent-up steam. Your time away from the brute has caused some unnecessary stress on his weary bones. He needed to relieve himself of it.

His muscles rippled, fist meeting reenforced leather. Mai’s mandibles pulled close. A hunter’s focus craved into his face. Eyes keen and moves precise. The hit was probably harsher than it needed to be against an unalive object. Yet, Mai’tuiudh didn’t care. If that’s what helped relieve the stress within his bones. Then, that’s what needed to be done. He needs to a take stop at his mother ship anyhow for supplies and whatnot. Check in so no one thinks he’s dead.

That would mean he’ll have to leave for about two weeks. Space travel wasn’t always the quickest, especially with low reserves. Plus, Mai will be forced to make rounds around the ship. He may not be an important figure; it was customary to check in hunting brothers and sisters. Find out who’s dead and who lives. Everything that make’s living as a Yautja, Yautja.

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When your feet hit dry, dusty soil, you cringed. Dust from the vehicles stopping behind you blew over to you. It forced you to close your eyes and hope for its quick pass.

Once it had left, you carefully made your way to the back of the unsuspecting black SUV. The driver was swift to hop out, scrambling after you. “Sir! I can-can get th-hat for you,” the rookie stated and attempted to move past you. Your uninjured arm shot out and stopped him taking another step.

Without a single sound, you stepped up to the tailgate and simply opened it. The rookie shifted his weight frequently and arms straight at his side. His eyes were on you though, flickering all over the place on the view before him.

On the other hand, you slung the mildly heavy bag on your shoulder. It pulled at the muscles on your other… arm. Your face scrunched up at the sudden pain but not a noise made it past your lips. Years of training and all make a fine soldier. You just got to beat the human out of him.

The rookie stood there, eyes watching as your tired, used body limbed past him. One of his arms hesitantly reached to grasp at you but one side stepped easily dodged the rookie. He just stared at your leaving form, gaze dipping down at the unmatched color on your right hand. Then they were locked onto the back of your camouflaged jacket molded to your shape.

Your apartment’s door slammed heavy behind you, the noise causing you no disturbance. Even the headache swallowing you barely increased at the sound. Instead, you let your bag slide off of your shoulder and on the ground. It made a soft noise, the only one in your quiet apartment.

It hadn’t been that long since you’ve last stepped foot in here. Not longer than four months. Yet, with all that has occurred within that time frame, it felt like years.

One thing after another happened out there, facing the enemies your country makes you fight. The demons. All for what? Losing amazing people or causing unnecessary trauma and bodily harm on the soldiers that defend this nation. You sighed, shoulders sagging before shuffling into your room and flicked on the light.

Nothing had been moved. Light dust had settled on everything you owned. The room was still in the state as long before. Clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor; bed unmade; empty glass of water on your nightstand; one curtain open will the other was drawn to the halfway point.

Wait a minute. You rubbed at your eyes with an uninjured fist. The bed. It was in a different position than you last remember. What you remembered was the long body pillow was across the top of the bed, against the headboard. It had been moved to be parallel with the long part of the bed. At first, you were on verge of freaking out. Your brain taking a few extra seconds to realize what that could mean.

One: someone broke into his apartment, acted like a complete fool, and slept in your bed. Or two: Mai slept in your bed, to probably smell your scent. You did leave without much of an explanation. The base called and you were shipped off that same day. A single message of you being safe was all you could get out to him. Mai’s probably searching for you or waiting close by. It all depends on if he found out what you were doing and where you were.

With a heavy sigh, you stripped yourself down to just your underwear. A chilling breeze washed over your skin, causing you to shiver. You simple tipped over and landed face first on the bed. The sheets were cool to the touch. A deep breath brought a faint scent of Mai to your noise. Your body relaxed completely at the scent. Next, you were out like a light bulb.

Through deadened sleep, the slamming of your porch sliding glass door snapped you groggily away. Your head shook to rid away some of the tiredness still within your bones. The blankets that once covered you had been kicked off sometime during sleep. You were on the verge of getting to check what had made that noise. That something had different plans.

The door to your bedroom was forced open, crashing into the wall. It probably left a mark that you could worry about later. Military or not, you were exhausted and currently in pain. You just stared through the darkness at what had made that noise.

Heavy, familiar pants could be heard before you. It took a long moment for you brain to realize what that could mean. In the meantime, the blob form standing in your doorway launched at you.

Large, calloused hands wrapped around your wrist from what you could feel. The heavy frame pinned you on your back, arms pinned above your head. Heat rolled over you. The calming smell of him filled your lungs. Something warm and felt like fingertips grazed over the naked skin of your chest. You didn’t fight, not just because of the exhaustion. No, it was due to the fact you knew who it was.

As you longed to bring the Yautja into a kiss, your arms were trapped. That’s when you finally noticed the pain burning in your right shoulder. “Mai, let go please. You’re hurting me,” you demanded and started to wiggle underneath the fully armored male. An extra added fifty pounds from his armor and biomask.

The Yautja reeled back his mighty head, tresses slapping against his armored chest. Then, Mai quickly lifted his body weight off of you. The air around you tasted strange. Not in a bad way. It unnerved him nevertheless though. Mai tilted his head, biomask scanning over your frame.

Multiple new injures, most fully healed. Where had you gone?! Then, Mai caught sight of something that wasn’t normal, that wasn’t there before. His hand grasped at the metal attached to your right arm.

It was cool in hold. The gears inside pitched a high noise as they moved within. Mai brought his face close and took in its smell. The skin on upper, inner mouth crinkled at the horrible smell. Not that you could see though with his biomask.

Since he had released you, you brought a hand up to his face and shivered at cold metal. “Take it off,” you ordered of him. Mai listened without hesitancy. The tubes connected to his biomask hissed as they were disconnected. It was ripped from his alien face thrown off to the side on the bed.

Without another second apart, you wrapped both of your arms around him. All of your strength was used to keep him like that. Not that Mai’tuiudh was complaining. Not with you in his arms. Instead, he buried his mandibles in the crook of your neck and licked. Mai groaned at your missed taste. Your last message to him had him… worried. A feeling that wasn’t very Yautja. That didn’t stop him from feeling that way without you being at his side.

To be honest, it felt like the fullest of hunting grounds with you in his arms. Your warmth against him; hearing your heartbeat; smelling you. He wouldn’t let you go, even if this position was making his back due to the strange angle and added weight.

Mai pulled his head back to stare you in the eye through the darkness. “What happened to you?” You knew immediately what he was reference towards and turned on the light on your nightstand. This lit up your newly marred skin to him. The scars were a fresh pink. Mai’s pupils narrowed down and scanned over them, hands coming up to stroke them.

“Careful, they’re still sensitive,” you said, sounding distant. The memories were still fresh but you didn’t want to think about them. Your hand carefully caressed a tress as a distraction.

Next, he motioned with his head towards your metal right arm. Before he could ask about that one, you beat him to it. “I’d rather not go into detail. Let’s just say I lost a fight,” is what you told him. You still couldn’t believe what had happened. Your arm gone. Missing. Replaced by metal.

Anger dribbled into Mai’s system as he stared down at you. “Why did you leave?” he hissed out and forced himself all the closer. You sighed, head falling to the side.

“I was summoned for an operation. It was sudden. I had little time to get ready, let alone send that message to you,” you explained and relaxed your sore arms. Mai changed his position. He forced your legs apart and shuffle closer, bottom of your thighs resting on top of his. His chest to yours, face reburied into the crook of your neck. A growl vibrated your ribcage.

Sharp claws bit into the flesh of your skin. The pain barely noticeable over the already existing one. “Worry isn’t something a Yautja feels.” Mai paused to somehow shift even closer into your body. “You made me worry if you were dead or alive. Don’t do that again.” He stopped again, the gears inside of his mind working. “You know what, you won’t be given an opportunity. You’re staying with me, all the time.”

“What?!” you shouted and wiggled against him, but unable to escape. “You can’t do that Mai! I have a life here, a job, all that stuff.”

It was like he wasn’t listening to you. “Mine,” he snarled into your skin and tightened his hold. There was a chance of freedom at the moment. You were stuck for better or worse.

[nikkisix]

Leon's Favourite treat

Gift for @pinkfox202

[pietropudge]

Nathan Drake Anal Vore

Hey y’all, writing AV again, but with Tom’s character Nathan Drake! I watched Uncharted last night and the scenes with his ass had me wanting to get digested by him, so I wrote it!

If you can’t tell by the title, this story contains vore and if that’s not your thing, keep scrolling!

Check under the cut for the vore!

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The thief entered the vast derelict building, and his rival followed close behind. This one was a toughie for sure. Nathan Drake, an exemplary treasure-hunter and predator, had spent months searching for the location of his latest treasure, and what was beyond the crumbling stone door either held the exact thing he was looking for or a clue pointing towards it. As it turns out, it was the latter.

As he stepped over the chunks of sedentary stone and ducked under a narrow and rounded pergola made of the same rock, it led him to a vastly greater expanse of a subterranean edifice. Even with another treasure hunter on his tail who was about to catch up with him, Nate tossed a few seconds to the chalky air by looking over the ancient runes surrounding him as he walked around to like some of the torches hanging from the hard walls. It could help him deduce any hidden traps or the fortune he was looking to find, and it also gave him a general idea of where he was on his weathered map.

The underground dwelling reached high above what Nate could come close to being able to brush in a dome that crowned the rocky room. And towards the middle of the enclosed space was a pedestal with an anachronistic contraption made from stone machinery pointing to the pivot in the stretched ceiling. Along the walls recessing from the arched top, there were engravings of some language that Nate didn't care to brush up on before arriving, but he knew enough to understand that the room was free of danger. He had come across too many rooms like this that jeopardized the entire hunt because of his accidents. So, it was a nice change of pace.

Approaching the center of the room, he rested his hands on the device; it was a simple box made of stone, with a blatant line running down the middle to show where it could part from itself. He could hear your footsteps resonating from the path of the entrance, so he hurriedly felt around each side of the coffer until his fingers brushed against a small button. The stone omitted an inharmonious whir as each side of the box unfolded to reveal a ring made of spotless gold. That's how it looked from the outside, but there were multiple symbols etched into the inside.

"Holy shit," Nate muttered, taking the ring between his fingers and letting the orange glow of the lights circling him reveal any secrets hiding in the meticulously melded piece of metal. He heard your footsteps growing closer with each second, and he braced for his most unrelenting rival to show his face through the small tunnel that was the entrance. Nate's cockiness appeared faster than his predatorial side when a cute face would stand out from the crowd, "You're too late."

You stood by the entrance, looking over him and then around the room. It didn't seem like he had found anything life-changing. So it couldn't be the fortune. Yet, Nate talked as if he had found something.

"What did you find then?" You asked, almost desperately to gain any information on where to start searching for the true location of the prosperity.

Similar to Nate, you never had the riches or success to keep yourself afloat and decided to turn to this life to change the one you left behind. That, and it was just plain fun. A life of exhilaration kept you in the life of a thief long after finding a treasure that would change your life. You never really knew if a room would be a dead end to the path of a treasure you had been following for months or to your own life, but the uncertainty and unexplainable stuff you had seen along the way was too entertaining to pass up.

"You mean this little thing?" Nate asked, holding the aureate ring up between his first two digits before placing it onto his middle finger. He let it slide down to the knuckle, "I'm actually surprised it fit."

You let out a frustrated sigh a bitter tone lacing your words, "I should have known. Of course, you of all people would get to this shit first."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Nate crossed one arm over the other, feigning a sense of disbelief for an added effect.

You moved closer to him, "I mean, you're so good at this. And I really needed to get the treasure, Nate. The industry is thinning. For some reason, there aren't as many buyers or hunters left, and this was my last chance. I made fun the main thing, and now I have nothing."

"I'm sure you don't have anything," Nate tried to sound comforting, but he knew exactly why this kind of life was on its way out—he, and many other predators like him, were finally starting to show the impact of their dietary habits. While everyone was susceptible to the hunger of a predator of any kind, Nate had always tried to restrain himself from turning you into another layer of fat. He wasn't sure if he was impressed by your talents or had a soft spot for you, but a small part of him saw you as more than a meal. Though it was small for a reason, since he knew that one day you would face the same digestive fate as the others he found tasty.

Now, with your struggles becoming prevalent in your life, he considered that it was finally time to give in to the underlying urge he was able to suppress for the past few years that he had known you.

You had stayed silent after Nate spoke, so he piped up again, this time with an idea to land you right in his stomach, "You really want that ring?"

You nodded, and he backed away from you, "Then all you have to do is get it, and it's yours."

"What, like, get it from your finger?" You asked, a glint of hopefulness shining from your eyes the second he offered a solution to your troubles.

"No, I'm not gonna make it that easy," He laughed, undoing the button and fly and dropping them to his ankles in tandem with his boxers.

"So, off your dick? Looks small, by the way," You joked, trying to make light of the increasingly odd situation Nate was escalating things to. He shook his head, "No, dude, can you just let me do it, and then you'll know?"

"Sorry," You muttered.

Nate turned, showing off his round ass that you had exchanged a fair amount of glances with in the past. But, now, it looked like a haunting image of whatever sick thing he was planning to do. You watched as Nate wedged his ring-free hand between his cheeks, pressing his ring-clad directly at his pink pucker. His middle finger encircled around his hole until it slid in. Both of them smoothly glid right in with no issue as his ass gave leeway for the length and width of his finger and the metal band on it. He looked at you and smirked. You noticed that he had clenched his ass cheeks while slowly pulling out his middle finger.

Nate felt oddly pleased with the minuscule bit of pleasure from his finger and a measly ring. He never got the opportunity to try it before, but that was partly because the objects in question were too big and partly because he didn't have much time. But it was just you and him on this latest treasure trail—mostly because he ate everyone else—and no one would know if someone like you disappeared. After all, most of your life was spent off the grid while in countries you were falsely registered as a citizen of, leaving you to be another nameless piece of meat.

Your eyebrows damn near converged in your confusion until you realized that two things went in, and one came out. The ring was missing from his finger. You scoffed, immediately knowing what he implied by the action, "You're kidding."

"I don't have to do this, you know. I can get it out later, and you can go back to a home if you even have one in this economy," He kidded. While it wasn't the best thing to say to convince you to involuntarily become his food, he knew that you would understand that he was right. The business you had sunk yourself into wasn't giving back like you had expected it to, and you didn't have much to call home because of it.

You sighed, taking the defeat in stride as you paced to the well-sculpted and plump ass of your adversary, whose legs are spread wide as he teased you by waving his ass from side-to-side a few times. Your knees hit the solid stone pathway, your hands finding their way to the firm and wide mounds resting eye-level with you. Nate had moved both of his hands to keep his grand cheeks peeled apart to keep his hole in view. Reluctantly, you jabbed two fingers into his ass, feeling around the tight slimy walls.

“C’mon, Nate, how far up is it?” You rolled your fingers around, expecting them to graze the edge of the ring, but you couldn't feel anything apart from the ribbed walls of his ass. They weirdly felt like they were moving. Nate moaned, not really paying attention to your question, “Ugh, just keep going.”

You pressed further, watching his pink hole stretch around your hand with ease. Trying to distract your mind, you thought about how intimate something like this actually was—you were practically fisting your competitor in a moment of humiliation, so there had to be another meaning behind it, “So, this is your way of making a move, huh?”

“More like eliminating the competition.” Nate presses back against your hand even more, both in pleasure and to etch your fate on the same runes this ring would lead him to. You were almost up to your elbow inside him and still couldn't feel where the stupid hock of metal had gone.

You wondered if he was hinting at you two becoming a team after this, as it was a pretty unusual way of making a team-up come into fruition. But it wasn't what you needed, “We aren’t working together after this. I hope you know that.”

“I know, I’ll be doing most of the work. You’ll just be fat swinging around," He admitted, leaving you in even greater confusion. You didn't have a single clue of what he meant, so you tried to clear up the twisted euphemism by asking, “What?“

Nate was silent for a second, opting to pull your arm further into his hole with a single flex of his hungry muscle. That one taut contraction was enough to bring you up to your shoulder, smashing your face against the outside of his stretched hole. Your entire arm felt hot with the growing warmth from his ass. While you weren't sure how he even managed to do this, you bargained to fight against his plans for you, “Nate, please. Please, I’ll—“

“You talk too much.” He quips, shoving your head inside his pucker with one of his hands. It gladly pulls and scarfs you down with each terrifying slurp until it reaches your shoulders. Nate had to use the help of gravity, but they fit in without much struggle, and he continued to slide down your kneeling form with any way of fighting back restricted by his emphatic ass.

From the inside, you were trapped in a taut, contracting pull of his end trails as they yank you to what you presume will be his stomach. After all, there was nowhere else to go in this insane extremity of a snake-like tunnel. All they could do was tighten around you and gradually pull you further into the depths of slime and meaty stink before loosening ever-so-slightly to repeat the process all over again. It kneaded around your body like a hot and wet hug from all sides with a touch of fatality to top it off.

After what felt like an eternity of being dragged through an endless cavern, your outstretched hand brushed against something new. It was similar to Nate's wrinkled pucker since it opened to accept your hand and forearm, but this one was thicker and had the same consistency as the walls guiding you to an uncertain fate. Eventually, your face passed through it, and your feet were the last thing remaining in the outside world.

At a certain point, they had caught up with the rest of your body, and now you stewed in a mix of ever-rising stomach acid and some partially digested meal from earlier in the day. You had found the ring a few moments ago, but it was half-dissolved in stomach acid, leaving no reason for you or the golden ring to be let out from Nate's fatally acidic chamber.

On the outside, Nate had gone through a few different orgasms from simply consuming you with the power of his ass, and now, he looked forward to coating his stretched gut in a few ropes of sweet release. He laid back but could barely reach around his lump of a belly to toy with his cock. Thankfully, he hardly had to touch it at all as each belch erupted from his mouth, giving him a taste of what it would have been like to eat you on the opposite end, which did enough for him to come nearly hands-free from the tantalizing taste of you in his mouth. Without the desire to get off, it was just cool to let his belches rend and echo on the grand walls of the room.

You had given up when you realized Nate enjoyed this more than he should. He turned you into his food, and you had no real way to stop it. The acids quickly overtook your in his stomach and worked to burn your skin. Soon, you went from a misshapen form on Nate's middle to nothing but a round and pudgy ball of mush that gave Nate bad gas as he trekked out of the runes. By the end of the day, he realized that two things went in, but only one came out on top.

[cherrasitic]

Oh noooo I sure hope some big scary male pred doesn't come along and snatch up a small helpless prey like myselfff- < - < > - > Well damn, that didn't work-

[bunnyraptor69]

Art trade with @cyvorg

Red is my jam💖💖💖 so drawing Buba was a lot of fun and i try some little new things with him

He is such a splendid model and while making him i was thinking of shampoo commercials🤣😂🤣he would be a great image for pantene

✨Enjoy it✨

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