#mouthplay

[bucketofchum]

Angels can have a little mouth play...as a treat

(commission)

[princesaltines]

mouth skribbls

[donnyanne]

so i draw trash once a year JUST KIDDING APRIL FOOLSSSS

[verefex]

Just a nibble

[gt-preys]

Mouthplay

I love the concept of a pred trying to ease their prey into allowing themself to be eaten.

The pred opens their mouth wide, letting little hands feel around. Trailing their palms over the smooth glistening teeth, tracing over sharp canines. Bushing over the tongue with a feather light touch, making the pred shiver and exhale. A puff of warm breath blowing over the tiny.

Small hands holding onto their bottom lip as they lean down to press a kiss to their pred's lip. In turn the pred gently flicks the prey's chin with their tongue. They close their lips over the prey's hands, licking and sucking at them. Shivering at the odd feeling of tiny fingers against their tongue.

They open their mouth to let their prey take their hands back. Gently pushing the prey back to lay down, the pred tracing their finger down the prey's side, gentle hungry eyes gaze down at them. So full of love and awe at their trust. The pred leans down, face hovering above them as warm puffs of air fan over their tiny body. The pred's tongue slips out from between pink lips to drag up the prey's front.

The pred laps at them, soft licks slowly becoming stronger, pressing their body into the table top below. The pred hums at their flavour, they taste wonderful. The pred leans forwards to lick from their torso up to their chin, pulling back to admire the beautiful blush that pools in the prey's cheeks.

The prey leans up to brush their hand across their pred's bottom teeth and in turn the pred takes the prey's arm into their mouth, using gentle pressure to nibble at their arm playfully.

Pulling back the pred moves down, tongue slipping out to scoop the prey's legs up, drawing the limbs into their mouth. They push down, closing their lips around the prey's waist. They hum at the prey's taste, smiling around their body.

The prey watches as their legs disappear into the pred's maw. They reach out to stroke the top lip, smiling as the pred melts under their touch.

Ever so small, yet they hold so much power over the pred.

The pred sits back taking the prey with them, a hand hovering beneath their tiny form. The pred leans completely back, tilting their head back so the prey is vertical. The prey stares down at the pred's blissed out expression as they softly taste the tiny on their tongue.

In one fluid motion the tongue slips out beneath the prey to curl over the top of their head. Lips opening just long enough to draw the prey down between them. Teeth clicking shut behind them. The pred groans at the feeling of their tiny weight resting in their mouth. So perfect.

The pred flicks the prey over their teeth and into their cheek, sucking their tiny form. Righting their head, the pred opens their eyes to look in the vanities mirror. Smirking at the sight of the prey's squirming outline through their cheek. They watch on for a moment, enjoying the feeling of tiny hands pressing to the soft flesh of their cheek. The pred eventually rolls them back onto their tongue opening their mouth, they grin at the little face peeking from between their lips in the mirror.

The prey rolls over onto their stomach to look for themselves. They like the reflection, their pred looks so happy and they're so comfy. The pred's tongue flicks up to lick their face, chuckling at the disgusted look the prey shoots them through the mirror.

The tongue below them bucks and they're drawn backwards as the pred swallows them. Mouth still open, the pred watches as they disappear from their maw. They close their mouth and tilt their head back slightly to watch the bump appear in their throat. They trace it with their eyes as it disappears behind their collarbone.

Delicious.

The pred sighs, satisfied with their little snack as the prey spills out into their stomach. They recline in their chair, patting their stomach softly. "You really hit the spot, sweetheart~" they grin as the prey curls up warm and comfy in their pred's stomach, blushing at the praise.

[officiallygoblin]

Someday I will have to answer for my actions

[entomolog-t]

Aedes isn't too happy his midnight snack thinks he's quite the snack himself

Still on hiatus- buuuut

Here's a lil Bite Me art I've been plugging away on in my free time.

I'm so flattered by all the asks and dms from you guys! I can't wait to continue their story in the new year!

[afraidparade]

cat n rat mouse

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Day 7 (a whole week of art!)

Thank you @hazza2404 for this request! A bit of holiday spirit as we approach mid December *+.*

[void-draws]

Big robot preds that play with their prey

-Being pushed against the pred's hands by the pred's tongue

-Getting tossed into the air and caught in their mouth

-the pred tiring their prey out by swishing them around in their mouth

-getting firmly, but gently pinned against their palette by their tongue

-the pred tiring the prey out by toying with the prey before swalloing them

-the pred thoroughly licking their prey to make them squirm

-the pred opening their jaws long enough for the prey to try and get out before swalloing them back down

-the pred wrapping their tongue around their prey, tasting them while constricting their movements

[bucketofchum]

here's a uhhhhHHhhHhhhhhhhh WIP

[princesaltines]

“peek for a peek”

a bit of a passion comic project ft @madmythologist's character kage, and my moth oleander!

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 10)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (9) | Next (11)

Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Nonconsensual sex and vore (soft and safe)

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 10: A Full Belly ------

King Richard Hardon casually sauntered off to his private quarters, accompanied by his shadow, Ajax. The four women remaining in the cage—Candy, Jackie, Eren, and Addison—trembled as his giant form loomed over them. He didn’t break his gaze as he burned with hunger and lust. In particular, he kept returning to Candy. Eren was pretty enough, Jackie was plain, and Addison was too twiggy for his preferences, but Candy was perfect. He drank in the delicious sight of her big boobs, shapely body, and dainty features. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and taste her. 

He climbed the stairs to his personal wing of the castle. Ajax stood guard at the door while the king entered his chambers. The room was dominated by a huge and luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden canopy frame that stretched from floor to ceiling. The bed was furnished with curtains of rich purple silk that matched the sheets. King Richard set the cage on his bed and sat down alongside it while his personal servant undressed him. Once his cumbersome outer layers of formal clothes were removed, leaving him in a soft linen undershirt and braies, he dismissed his servant so he was alone with his human prey. 

The humans quivered with fear as their little confined lifeboat wallowed in a sea of purple silk. Every time the giant shifted on the mattress, they could feel the influence of his immense mass bobbing their iron boat on the silky sea, the springs of the mattress creaking and popping under his weight. He sighed with contentment, as deep as a gale of wind in a storm, as he propped up his back on a plush mountain of pillows and stretched his enormous legs out like mountain ranges of hairy living flesh. The women shirked back at the sight, submerged in raw terror. Would this be their grave as the giant slaughtered them one by one, sinking them into the crushing darkness of his throat and drowning them in his stomach? He placed the cage in between his outstretched legs, right up to his crotch, with a smirk. 

“Miiiiilllliiieeee, darling! I’m back!” the king sang. He pulled aside one of the curtains to access the adjacent nightstand, which had a small glass enclosure on top. There was a human-sized bed, couch, and dresser inside, but compared to the giant room the furnishings looked like they were made for a doll. The tiny woman inside presented like a doll as well, with striking blue eyes reminiscent of marbles, fine blonde hair, and a slim, modest figure in a light dress. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, bruised with fatigue. The giant reached into her terrarium and scooped the woman out with his hand. 

“Oh, so lovely to see you, Your Majesty!” Millie responded. Although she injected a positive inflection into her voice, there was a distinct note of pure despair that bled through. She was not happy to see him, not at all. She relished the few moments she had alone, when she wasn’t forced to be anywhere near the giant king, whether she was riding in his pocket or his belly, and she resented the interruption. 

King Richard didn’t seem to notice her sorrow or care, however. He brought her up to his lips and gave her a sensual kiss that included rubbing his tongue over her exposed skin and even gently nibbling her with his teeth. She cringed, especially when his teeth gnawed on her breasts, but didn’t verbally protest. Her eyes watered with tears. 

“Aren’t you going to kiss me back, sweetie?” Hardon questioned. His words were saccharine, but laced with the undercurrent of a threat. Millie whimpered softly before reciprocating with a small peck on his lower lip. His lips peeled back into a smug smile that turned her stomach. 

“Oh, Millie, darling! How I adore thee!” the giant cooed, nuzzling her limp body with his nose. “Look, I brought you some new friends!” Millie’s frown deepened as the giant held her towards the cage so she could see the others. Jackie’s heart broke as she saw the poignant sadness etched into her expression. Millie gave them all a look of pained sympathy, cursed with the knowledge of what was to come. 

King Richard hummed happily as he dropped Millie onto the wide expanse of his belly. She didn’t try to run: She knew there was no point, and she’d never escape him. He gripped the cage in his fingers, opened the door, and wormed his giant hand inside. The women shrieked and clambered to avoid him as their world rapidly morphed into a living nightmare, but he easily pinched Jackie between his fingers and tugged her out. 

“No!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me!” The king sneered at her pleas. He obtained a vial of glowing blue fluid and dripped a single drop on her head. She shivered as the mysterious liquid was absorbed into her body. “W-what was that?” she stuttered. 

Hardon didn’t bother to explain. He loved it when his prey was frightened and thrashed in his gut, unaware of the effects of the magical potion that prevented digestion. “Hm. Your looks leave something to be desired,” he remarked, squishing her face between his index finger and thumb. Despite the situation, Jackie deflated a bit with his insult. The king played with her in his hand, feeling up her body as she squirmed, and cocked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how you look without that dress.” 

“What? No!” Hardon plucked at her fine dress and tore it off with ease. Jackie gasped, reflexively trying to cover up her nudity. The king grinned, stroking her up and down with his finger. She turned a ghastly pale shade as he raised the small naked woman up to his lips. “Stop!” 

She tried to kick him, but instead the giant caught her legs in his mouth and slurped half her body inside. She shrieked with terror. His lips curved into a leer as he sampled her exquisite flavor, clearly enjoying himself. Jackie clawed at his face as she was slowly sucked further and further inside, up to her belly, then her chest, then her neck, so only her head was poking out. She felt his enormous tongue wrapping around her body, sliding all over her skin as she was enveloped in heat and wetness. His teeth teased her, kneading her back and chest with the alarming reminder that he could bite down at any time and end her life. 

Jackie screamed, but she was cut off as her head was lapped into his mouth with the rest of her. The remaining group watched with terror as the giant’s lips and cheeks smacked and pulsed with movement, as he shuffled her around in his mouth. He paused and gave a full swallow, sighing with pleasure as her body slid down his throat. His neck throbbed as her small body passed through, to the horror of the other humans. Millie shuddered as his belly gurgled and filled out slightly underneath her. His crotch, too, bulged with arousal. 

“Mmmmm, what a treat,” Hardon praised, licking his lips. His gaze settled on the cage, his pale eyes flashing with ravenous energy. “Who’s next?” He reached his hand out again, sending his victims into pandemonium as they bounced off each other like ping pong balls. He snagged Eren and dragged her out by her leg, kicking and screaming as she swung upside-down in his grasp. 

“You repulsive ogre! Let go of me!” she shouted, brandishing her fist. 

The giant king chuckled. “Mouthy, aren’t you? Perfect. I like my girls with some spunk.” He flipped her around and slapped her into his palm as she swore at him with venom. A drop of liquid fell on her head and absorbed into her body like a sponge, making her tingle with an odd cooling effect. Another drop splashed on her neck, but this one was an entirely different substance, warm and wet and smelly, and Eren realized with disgust that it was saliva dripping from the giant’s greedy maw. 

Eren was filled with a white-hot rage as he began to tear at the stitching on the back of her dress with his fingertips. She felt helpless as she pushed against the folds of his palm with her hands, with no result. Her dress ripped at the seams and she felt his hot breath on her bare back as his face hovered over her. He ogled her figure with pleasure and gently ran the thick tip of his finger over her exposed shoulder blades and down her spine. Eren wanted to scream. 

With no other option available, Eren did the only thing she could think to do and bit the crease of his hand as hard as she could. The king let out a gasp of surprise as her teeth sank into his skin; his hold on her loosened enough for her to wriggle out of his grip. She took a wild leap of faith and jumped out of his hand, falling until she landed on his broad chest and tumbled down to his belly. Despite her disorientation, she scrambled to regain her footing on the squishy surface and sprinted away blindly as fast as possible, shoving Millie out of the way in the process. Her tattered dress was disintegrating, leaving her torso fully exposed as the ripped top dropped around her waist. She tripped over the bottom half of the cumbersome garment and ended up with her face buried in fabric. Before she could get up, she felt pressure from the pads of two gigantic fingers cinch her hips and she was thrust into the air swiftly enough to make her nauseous. 

“Nice try,” the king taunted, “but there’s no escaping me, you naughty little vixen.” He grasped the lacy hem of her dress and ripped the whole thing off with a flick of his wrist. His lustful eyes raked her naked form up and down as she persisted in fruitless struggle. His stomach growled and he raised her up to the wide expanse of his lips. Eren shuddered as the giant pair of pink lips parted like the curtains on a stage, revealing teeth draped in strands of saliva and moist darkness beyond. Eren cried out as the fingers forced her inside and the jaws closed around her, extinguishing the light. 

Just like with Jackie, the humans could do nothing but observe helplessly as the wriggling lump that was once recognizable as a person shifted from cheek to cheek. Candy fancied, at one point, she could even see the outline of a tiny hand pressing out against the skin, desperate for an escape. The king tilted his head back, allowing the tasty woman to slide into his gullet, before contracting his throat muscles in a mighty gulp. He traced Eren’s path through his esophagus with his finger, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed into his stomach. Millie cringed as his belly expanded and twitched beneath her with a raucous grumble. 

“Ahhhhh...” the giant sighed, rubbing his belly with his hand. “I can feel them squirming inside, can’t you Millie?” He grinned at her expectantly, and she gave a small nod, her eyes swimming with tears. Without any more preamble, he reached into the cage and snatched up his next living snack, Addison. She didn’t make a sound, only flailing weakly in his fingers, as if too frail to properly resist. The king frowned with mild dissatisfaction as he examined her, picking at her feeble, matchstick limbs and rotating her in his hand. 

Hardon huffed. “Why would that lunkhead Chester approve this?” he mumbled. He stripped her clothes off, the grooves in his face deepening with his disgust. “She’s too thin. In fact, she’s half-starved.” He gave her a probing lick, causing her to whine with fear. “She doesn’t even taste that good.” Addison shivered, covered in spit. 

“Well, whatever.” The king dripped the magic anti-digestion potion on her head. “Down the hatch you go.” He dangled her over his mouth and nonchalantly dropped her inside. She squealed like a butchered pig as she disappeared into the void. Unlike with the others, the king didn’t toss her around in his mouth, instead opting to swallow her right away. Even though he considered the offering mediocre, he still smiled and massaged his belly with his hands as she joined the others in his increasingly full stomach, which gurgled noisily with the addition of fresh meat. “Not too bad, I suppose.” 

A bolt of electricity jolted through Candy as his wolfish eyes turned to her with avaricious yearning. “One more.” She scrambled to get away, pressing herself against the bars as if believing she could morph into a gelatinous ooze and miraculously squeeze through. His fingers pinched around her and pulled her out. He lifted her high in the air, bringing her in close to his face to admire her. Candy, roiling in terror, started to cry. 

“P-please... let me go...” she wailed pathetically, pushing against his fingertips. 

The giant man ignored her as he devoured her delectable flesh with his eyes. After placing a drop of the magic potion on her head, he began to take off her clothes, unwrapping her like a special present until she was displayed to him in all her feminine glory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his finger down her side. Candy trembled as he explored her curvaceous body with his huge fingers: bouncing her breasts; sliding up and down her thighs, inside and out; sensually touching her narrow waist, slim belly, and cute little backside. His lips parted with carnal passion as he leaned forward, closer and closer, over her and all around her with his overwhelming mass. She was bathed in humid breath. 

“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, almost in a whisper. “Oh lord... and I haven’t even tasted you yet...” His mouth watered with anticipation. He drew her in closer to his open lips, his tongue emerging like a primordial beast from the cavernous depths. Candy whimpered as the huge tongue slid over her frontal form, from her feet to her chin, bathing her in saliva. The king moaned with pleasure and continued to lick her like a lollipop all over, in all her sweet spots, waxing with gluttonous lust. 

As he tasted and teased her, he was overcome with erotic sensory overload and his hand slid down into his shorts. Millie sat dumbly on her plush belly perch, trying to block out everything that was happening around her and praying that the giant had forgotten about her as he moaned louder and jerked himself off. He began to nibble Candy with his lips, bringing her further and further into his mouth with every stroke of his lips and tongue. Candy struggled, but she couldn’t fight him as she was finally pulled over the threshold of his teeth. 

She cried out as the teeth closed around her and she was completely engulfed in the soggy inside of the giant’s mouth, surrounded by walls of bone rimmed with gums, with a fleshy tongue below and curved palate above. The tongue continued to wrestle her down, throwing her about, pressing her against the teeth, dragging her underneath into the hot meaty bowl full of drool below, weighing her down in a suffocating embrace. At the base of the maw, she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins in an excited rush. His moans of pleasure rumbled the stale air around her. 

The tongue scooped her back up and to her horror she found herself sliding back, towards the foreboding gullet that provided ingress to the throat. She screamed and tried to surge forward, but the tongue reared up and forced her backwards. Her feet sank into the precipitous drop below, and the throat muscles clamped down on her and dragged her under. She only had a moment to desperately claw at the squishy tongue before she was sucked into the abyss.  

Candy’s scream was choked out as the swallowing motion crushed the wind from her lungs. She sank down a terrifying distance, smashed on all sides, as the deafening boom of the giant’s heartbeat and breathing vibrated through his flesh. She struggled as panic consumed her rational mind, but the powerful esophagus clenched her so tightly that she couldn’t even push back, with her arms folded against her chest. Suddenly, her legs broke free and she wriggled them wildly as she was squeezed through a ring of muscle. 

She fell through open space into a lake of hot acid. The gastric fluid churned and bubbled around her with rhythmic motions from the wrinkled stomach walls, groaning and rumbling loudly as the stomach worked to digest its contents. Something snapped inside Candy’s mind at the sight and she flipped out, thrashing wildly in a futile effort to escape. She punched and kicked the walls and floundered as she was stirred in the current. She accidentally elbowed something soft that let out a squeak of pain. 

“Ouch! Watch it!” Eren hissed. Candy turned to behold Eren floating alongside her in the boiling juices. She looked scared, furious, and disheveled, but what caught Candy’s attention was that her skin was glowing softly, like a paper lantern. Candy glanced down and realized her hands and arms were glowing too, with an ethereal light that weakly illuminated the hollow cavity around them. She was even more baffled, disoriented, and shaken up than before. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening, and she was terrified of dying. 

“We need to get out of here!” she screeched, pummeling the squishy innards more. She bumped into Addison, who was huddled up like a lost child and sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie, too, was somewhere inside the stomach, her haunted howls of despair echoing in the fleshy chamber as she fought her gastric confinement.  

Candy lost it. She wailed and cried and bemoaned what a fool she had been, to think she even had a chance to be with the giant knight who was supposedly fated to be her lover. She should’ve never listened to that fortune teller, the deceitful old hag. She never expected something so horrible to happen to her, and now she was going to die because of her own stupidity. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t accept her failure. Her sanity slipped away as she continued to lash out, embroiled in a flood of negative emotions: regret, pain, sadness, anger, defeat, and above all, terror. 

On the outside, King Richard belched with satisfaction and patted his engorged belly, which was quite full after being stuffed with four tasty maidens. He enveloped Millie, who was shaking, gently in his palm and pressed her firmly into the fat of his belly. “Can you hear them in there?” he asked her with a devious chuckle. 

Millie replied with a small nod. His stomach twitched and groaned with all the struggling going on inside. She could hear, muted by the thick walls of meat, tortured screams and loud squelches as the multitude of tiny prey panicked inside, not yet understanding that they were at least safe from digestion. She pushed against the giant’s belly with her palms, trying to pull away, but the giant king simply pressed her harder into his body, his belly jiggling as he laughed cruelly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew their pain all too well, having been ingested by the evil giant too many times to count. 

“There’s room for one more,” Hardon teased, tapping his belly with the fingers of his opposite hand. Millie trembled with dread as the color sapped out of her face. 

“No... anything but that...” she whimpered. 

“Well then. You know what I want you to do.” The pressure on her let up as the giant loosened his hand. Millie let out a shaky sigh and wiped her eyes with her forearm. She crawled on rubbery limbs down the curve of his belly, towards his groin. She could clearly see how sexually stimulated he was from devouring the tiny women, with his enormous erection rising above her head, dwarfing her. With another heavy sigh, and a sick twisting in her guts, Millie slid under the waistband of his braies to access the tall pillar within. 

King Richard reclined on his bed with sublime pleasure, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He moaned with satisfaction and shifted his legs while his hard cock was stroked up and down by tiny hands and limbs as Millie performed for him. He also thoroughly enjoyed the ceaseless squirming in his gut. Fresh prey was the best, with how lively and terrified they were. A smile graced his lips as he thought about his favorite new addition to his collection, the big-breasted blonde lady. She was both delicious and beautiful. As much as he adored Millie, he thought to himself that this new girl might be his favorite now. He would tame her, break her, and make her his own. She would be his forever. 

Chapter 11

[dingbatnix]

So I totally forgot that I had gum in my mouth at work the other day and just held it between my teeth for like an hour, so then this was inspired!

He's chillin in Dream's mouth, btw

Taglist! (I've remembered this time!)

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu

[deviousdeliciousness]

Just a Taste

borderline(?) NSFW (but no smut); TWs for soft vore, non/con touching, mouthplay (kinda sorta)

Teeny boi gets caught by a giant that just wants a lil' taste~

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"You're so cute," the giant whispered, lips tilting up as their cupped palms raised and brought Kai closer to their face.

Kai withheld a grimace, pushing further against the fingers nearly as long as he was tall at his back. This wasn't the worst reaction he could've come across after being caught by a giant, but that didn't mean he had to like it, either.

"Cute enough to eat," the giant murmured, hushed and reverent, and Kai froze, his eyes promptly blowing wide as he gaped in dumbstruck horror at the giant.

Oh fuck no. He'd been wrong. He'd been so, so wrong.

He hadn't thought - hadn't even dared to consider - that this was one of those giants. The ones that thought tinies were nothing but a quick snack - not even a meal.

As if to seal the deal, the giant licked their lips, tongue dampening the plush skin there.

Frantically, Kai looked back over the edge of the giant's hands, but he was met with the same sight as before: a fall he wouldn't be able to survive. At least, not one he'd able to make while still being in any condition to escape afterwards.

Maybe jumping would give him a better fate than what this giant obviously had planned for him, though.

Unfortunately, he wasn't given the chance to decide on his own. As if they'd read his thoughts, the giant's thumb swept around and pressed over Kai's waist like a solid steel band, keeping him pinned to the fingers behind him no matter how much he writhed and squirmed.

In front of him, the giant's face approached, their eyes almost seeming to glow in anticipation, their pupils blown so only a thin sliver of their irises remained.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait, nonono, c'mon," Kai begged, shaking his head frantically and kicking his legs out at nothing.

The giant only smiled softly at him, eyes falling half-lidded, and Kai squeezed his own eyes shut with a whimper as huge, warm lips pressed against his exposed abdomen from where the giant's thumb had rucked up his shirt to his chest.

Something - a nose - brushed against the side of his head, exhaling warm air over his shoulder and making goosebumps rise against his skin.

He kept himself as stiff as a board, jaw taut, even as he genuinely began to shake with tension from holding himself so rigidly, spots dancing across his eyelids with how hard he had them clenched shut.

He shivered as he felt the giant's lips part just the faintest bit against his skin, hot air ghosting against his stomach and making the muscles there clench.

A breathy laugh made the lips against his skin practically vibrate, causing him to gasp out in startled shock, his eyes snapping open just in time for the tip of the giant's tongue to dip between the seam of their lips and brush against his taut stomach.

His hands snapped forward before he even fully processed what'd happened, and he pushed with all his strength against the giant's upper lip, his hands sinking into the plush skin as his squirming picked back up with a renewed desperation.

"Please - please don't," he pleaded, tipping his chin up high both to get rid of the sight of the giant's mouth against his vulnerable torso as well as to try to desperately meet their eye.

A single eye, because there was no way Kai could meet both with how terrifyingly close the giant was to him.

A huge, clear blue eye - easily bigger than Kai's whole head was - met his frantic gaze, and it curved into a crescent that corresponded with the smile that had no right to feel as menacing as it did as it pressed the blunt edges of teeth against his bare skin.

"I - I'll do anything, just don't-" he cut himself off, unable to give voice to his impending fate, and he swallowed hard around the sudden lump in his throat, desperately blinking back the sudden sting in his eyes. He didn't want this. He didn't - he didn't know what he could've done to deserve this kind of end.

Strangely, the giant's gaze actually seemed to soften, but Kai ruthlessly shoved down the burgeoning hope it brought him. The being hadn't moved away from him, hadn't given him any actual sign of taking his words into consideration just yet.

Sure enough, when they next spoke, their words were a simple, meaningless placation.

"Shhh, it's alright," they crooned against his skin, their eyes somehow managing to dilate even further and going hazy with pleasure as their tongue came back to tease at Kai's trembling stomach.

Kai couldn't even bring himself to feel ashamed at the quiet, desperate whine that slipped free from his throat, and he pushed harder against the giant's lip, turning his head to the side to futilely look away from what was happening. As if not seeing it would make it any less real.

A second later, he gasped in shock as the giant suddenly opened their mouth wide, Kai's fingers slipping off their lip and straight into their gaping maw.

He quickly yanked his arms back towards himself, but the giant was faster, lips pursing closed around Kai's elbows as it gave a long, languorous suck to his trapped limbs. Kai's legs kicked out in a flinching spasm against the giant's chin, but it was as if they didn't even feel the action.

"N-no please-" he whimpered threadily, tugging harder, but the giant just pursed its lips even tighter, a hot tongue brushing against Kai's fingers and slicking his forearms with drool.

The giant's eyes fluttered shut, and they moaned around his limbs, thrusting their head forwards in a sudden motion that had Kai's bare arms swallowed up in their hot, cavernous mouth nearly to his shoulders. His elbows bumped against the flat, hard edges of their teeth, and he choked back a terrified cry.

Their tongue started to move around faster, more urgently, licking up his arms and almost seeming to try to get between his tiny fingers as their mouth quickly flooded with drool, making it feel like his limbs were in a slick, heated pool.

Then, somehow, they managed to dart their tongue between their lips without letting Kai tug his arms free too, and they laved a hot, wet stripe from his collarbones, across his neck, and to the underside of his chin.

He froze.

His skin tingled with the damp, rapidly cooling saliva, and his mind went fuzzy like he was in a dream.

A nightmare.

The giant's throat bobbed as they swallowed around their built-up saliva, the suction tugging hard on Kai's arms, which were then abruptly released.

The sudden liberation was so unexpected that he barely had the wherewithal to finally yank his limbs back to himself, his shivers picking up as he clutched his saliva-slick hands to his chest and stared wild-eyed and uncomprehending at the giant panting hot breaths of air against his trembling skin.

They nuzzled their nose against his cheek, and he flinched, biting back a whimper. The giant's comforting croon did little to calm him, and he instead went deathly still as a claw-tipped fingernail invaded his space and tugged at the collar of his shirt, only bare milliliters away from his vulnerable throat where his heartbeat visibly pulsed beneath his skin.

Another little tug had his shirt giving away with an audible tear, one that was only compounded as the giant leaned in and breathily, needily, husked, "More."

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huhuhu~~~ thhoughtts? :3

[curiousmonch]

Dragon pred that plays and teases, takes their time tasting and savoring, and then lays down on their occupied belly, please. Thank you.