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lesbianoms · 4 months
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Vore Teasing in Public
When the prey is un-nommed:
“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is it too loud here? Do you need some tummy time?”
“How do you think all these people would react if I just ate you up right here? Do you think anyone would try to save you? Huh?”
“I can see it on your face, my love… you want to be inside this belly instead of at this event…”
“That waiter was being awfully flirtatious. Maybe I ought to swallow you whole when he brings the check around… just to show him who you belong to…”
“My sweet treat, my precious prey~ of course I want to flaunt my pretty catch to everyone… think of all the jealous looks we’ll get, with you squirming around in my belly~”
When the prey has been nommed:
“You feel so good in there, sweets… *hic* get comfy and I’ll walk us both home…”
“Mm, there goes this outfit. *grgl* What’s that? Oh, yes, people are definitely staring~”
“We’re at the grocery store now. Do you want anything? I’ll gulp it right down for you, don’t worry…”
“Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, nobody can see you now, no one can judge…”
“Would you be embarrassed if I let out a big belch right now? *ggrn…* But I love you, darling, and I want to show everyone what you do to me~”
When the surrounding people are being nosy:
“What are you looking at, huh punk? My eyes are up here.”
“You wanna feel? They’re kicking <3”
“Touch my belly again and you’ll be dinner. What, you think I’m bluffing? I can spit them out unharmed and snap you up in the same breath.”
“Yes, I’d like another order of that. I’m eating for two…”
“Oh God, another concerned citizen? Don’t worry, they’re fine. Calm down. …What? They’re making those noises because they like it in there~”
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cherrasitic · 12 days
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Yo fellow Vore writers
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frootietoots · 3 months
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the feminine urge to curl up inside a warm, breathing belly as a way to escape from the horrors of the real world
nothing would make me feel more secure than being cradled in the hands of someone so unfathomably giant and so, so, so kind. i need that right now. i need to be cared for. the thought of tender fingers curling around me as their maw opens up, a large, soft tongue curling around me slowly, reminding me of what i'm getting myself into. they'd be taking their time so as not to alarm me. with every twitch and jolt of my tiny body they would hesitate, afraid to startle me. as they hold their mouth open, warm breaths akin to that of a sugary-scented summer's breeze would wash over me in a steady, rhythmic pace. i would imagine the movement of their lungs as they breathe, envisioning each organic swell and contraction. they'd take pleasure in knowing what all i'd be thinking, aware after a certain point that my sheepish behavior is not fear, but rather,, something more light-hearted.
and then, i'd be pulled in. the light from the outside world would fade, replaced by a pitch-blackness unlike anything else. it's a comforting, breathing darkness that swallows me whole. this darkness is alive, and it tells me to simply relax. there is no need to strain my eyes with the light in an obnoxious, heartless world. darkness inside of them is where i find peace. besides, i know i'm not alone. if i was alone, the ground would not be shifting and squirming. there would be a soft *squelch* as the saliva trapped underneath their tongue is shifted about, eliciting a chuckle from me. i'd almost be able to feel the way they'd smile around me, knowing at the very least that they got me to laugh if nothing else. my laugh would trail off as my hands brush against their teeth, sharpened at the tips and yet completely harmless to me. to the lasagna i fixed from earlier, no, but i'm alive. i'm a person. they're free to tear into that lasagna as much as they'd like, matter of fact! i worked hard on it. me, however? i'm delicate to them. they know they must be gentle with me. they'd never use their teeth to hurt me. though, i do recognize that they'd like me to pay attention to those teeth of theirs. their tongue, soft and folded underneath me, would move to poke at the divot in one of their molars, bringing my attention to it in the process. i'd smooth my trusting hand over their molar and thumb at every individual detail. it's fascinating, really. i think a big reason why vore intrigues me so much to begin with is because it's all so terribly captivating. everything is alive, and everything alive surrounds me. it's comforting.
i really think we need to appreciate just how nice mouths are, y'know? i think that's an underrated part in vore. there's so much material, and yet it goes untouched for the most part, but i digress
we'd need to move on eventually. their maw would start to fill up with drool, and since i would have been anticipating the upcoming part, i'd already be comfortable and prepared for their tongue to lift, lift, lift, and send me sliding down their throat into a hot, pulsing abyss. every inch of my body would be coated in a thick blanket of slobber by this point, and i imagine that'd definitely make the journey down their esophagus much, much easier. i think most people fail to realize just how challenging it'd be to swallow someone whole without chewing, regardless of their size. or maybe we choose to overlook it bc vore can't technically exist at all irl anyway idk. i like to ramble lol
at some point, the tight, throbbing walls of their gullet would transition into a different space. i'd slip inside, recognizing my ability to move around and get comfortable unlike the other organ i was squeezed into after their swallow. as i'd lean my head back against the fleshy abdominal wall behind me, i'd feel a lack of resistance comparable to a beanbag chair and how it feels to lay in one. the walls would adjust to this new weight, moving to surround me. i would be cradled and held. adored instinctively. their stomach doesn't obviously have cognitive thought, but somewhere within the deep recesses of their mind, their brain perceives me as being more than just sustenance. i am loved here. this is my safe space, and nobody else would be able to agree. that is how i want this to be. if i could write my name somewhere in here, i would. that wouldn't last very long, though.
not a word would be exchanged between the two of us, and yet our silence holds more weight than anything we could say. my throat would feel dry, and i'd swallow a few times before raising my hand to pat at the lining of their precious gut. they'd laugh outwardly, and i'd know that if i could purr, i would be doing it. the tension in my muscles would dissolve into warmth, spreading throughout my small body. i am fragile and exposed, but that is how i like it. it's nice to feel small while being small.
for them, i'm unsure how they'd feel. i like to think that, while unnatural, this process would be enjoyable for them. the stinging ache behind their collarbone would be evidence of me, a reminder of the tiny body they carried into a comforting space. their soft fingers would rub at their neck, gracing over the spot near their adam's apple where i once was. they'd swallow again, feeling the bob of their throat. their hand would trail down to their stomach, pausing right above the taut flesh above their belly. with every rise and fall of my chest they'd feel movement, and they'd attempt to mimic it. i think they'd take in every foreign sensation one at a time, and i'd appreciate that. we're both still new to this, after all.
as they'd adjust themselves to get comfortable in bed, my environment would slowly move with me. i'd wait until i could no longer feel their movement, and then i'd curl up on my side in a small pool of gastric juices and drool. though very muffled, i'd hear the smacking of their lips and their deep, pleased hums as they savor what would be left of my recognizable taste clinging to the surfaces of their mouth. i might even hear them licking their fingers. i'd roll my eyes and bury my face into my arms, only to lift my head upon realizing that my arms are coated in slime. silly me. how could i forget? even with the constant drum of a strong heartbeat and the churning from below of a meal i prepared hours ago for them sounding all around me?
"you're a dork," i'd call out to them, my voice audibly cracking after so long of having nothing to say. the rumbling laughter that would surround me and the way their walls would squeeze around me briefly would remind me of just how small and frail i truly am within them.
"says the one who asked to be eaten earlier," they'd tease, a hint of playfulness evident in their tone. i'd scoff.
"yeah, well, i know you enjoy it. you'd be a liar to say you don't like the aftertaste i left in your mouth earlier," i would reply. they'd pause, and then i'd hear a hum without reply. being the way i am, i'd take that as surrender. not that it mattered. they'd be in a more lovey-dovey mood anyway.
the way they'd yawn would send chills speeding up my spine despite the hot, stale air within the depths of their insides. i'd reciprocate the yawn and then settle in contentedly once and for all within them, finding peace in the silence that would arise again. sometimes i like the silence between us more anyway. it's nice to enjoy your presence, especially when it's all that i can enjoy, really. i'm trapped within you. there's nothing else to focus on. everything is you. everything i look at, smell, hear, breathe in... it's you. it's all you.
thanks for that. i like being here. maybe we can do this again sometime?
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makothegayyburrito · 7 months
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nightmarevore · 7 months
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a deep breath escapes the predator’s lips as he swallows one final time, sending the love of his life down his gullet. his eyes are closed and he purrs, feeling the man slip down his throat, massaged by the muscles of his esophagus and gently squeezed down, down….
it’s a nice sensation, isn’t it? the feeling of someone slipping down your entire being. rowan can feel luke slip further and further within him, and it’s all he can focus on. the tightness that slips through his chest and downwards is comfortable, and his hand rests on his expanding middle, the shape perfectly round to match luke’s shifted size. he’s slowly being filled with someone who loves him, someone who cares about him for himself. luke enters his resting place completely; his home. right where he belongs. rowan’s stomach is where he should be. where he will be.
his stomach is firm to the touch. luke’s body rested inside, beneath his skin. he settles in, sinking into his stomach and it takes everything within rowan to not lose his mind. he’s excited. he’s in love. he almost wishes he could swallow him down all over again. he can’t help but stare down at the roundness his lover brings to his core. luke, his perfect prey, rests just a few centimeters underneath his skin. he was standing in front of him only moments before, and now he was locked away, safe, warm, and right where rowan needs him. 
the predator gently rubs the surface of his rounded belly, leaning back against the couch he sat on and relaxing. he’s full now, and the tight fullness of his belly meant that luke would always be there for him whenever he needs him. it’s an absolutely beautiful thing. 
“i love you.” he whispers to his stomach, to the man inside him. luke shifts slightly, pressing out against his round middle. the predator chuckles, brushing his fingers over where his skin stuck out. another deep exhale escapes his lips.
perhaps luke can stay, for a day or two. perhaps more, if he’s willing. 
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toast-tales · 20 days
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Cursed Cravings: A retold, g/t story of Beauty and the Beast, with a sinister twist.
When he declines to help a beggar woman, wealthy aristocrat Christopher Penn was cursed to adopt a giant form with a terrible, monstrous burden, and the conditions to break the curse seem all but impossible. When a peasant girl, Danny, agrees to take her friend's place as Christopher's captive, he realizes that she may be the last hope of regaining his humanity and breaking the spell for good.
But who could ever care for a monster like him?
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This will be an AU of ITWOM involving some familiar characters like Christopher, Danny, Sam, and Nathan - but you don't have to have read the main story to read this one. Lots of things will be changed around, so for all intents and purposes, these aren't the characters you know.
This story will contain g/t, angst, and soft/safe vore later down the road. It's still going to be a lighter read than ITWOM, but be warned nonetheless! This isn't the Beauty and the Beast story you know from Disney.
Read Chapter 1 below:
Chapter 1: Dark Night of the Soul
Contains: ~2k words | Read this story on A03!
It was a night like many others, the night that Christopher Penn's life was changed forever.
A deluge had begun that evening, torrential rain bearing down upon the land with fierce strikes of lightning and thunder rattling the large windows of the mansion—but all this meant for Christopher and his guests was that they wouldn't be able to enjoy the garden out back, and their merriment was restricted to the large indoor space. The music still swelled and filled the air pleasantly, rising above the sounds of the storm outside and making it easy for the partygoers to forget how unpleasant it was outside the walls of Christopher's house.
The host in question flitted from person to person throughout the evening, engaging in the usual small talk and jokes, an easy and charming smile lighting up his face and those of the people he met with. He was a gracious and charismatic host, always making sure that his parties were the grandest, with his guests never wanting for anything. The people in attendance would speak highly of his events, of the balls and the dinner parties, that he was so keen to host. 
On the surface, Christopher seemed rather at ease, full of a charm and grace that would be befitting of someone from a wealthy family. But his actions were all surface level—each word and step he took was carefully choreographed and planned in advance. He was terrified, truly—each person he brought into his home was a potential ally, a potential for advancing his status, but they were also a potential seed to his own destruction.
Christopher had spent every day since his parents had passed rebuilding his family's reputation among the nobility. He could see past their charm—they despised his parents, and in turn, they despised him. His own reputation—the very thing that allowed him to live in such comforts still, to have any amount of power and social standing at all—was fragile and tenuous, and every interaction he had, no matter how seemingly insignificant it was, was an attempt to maintain its strength.
And so, while he seemed completely comfortable in this element, there was a latent anxiety in Christopher, hidden well beneath the surface. 
He almost didn’t hear the knock at the door at first, wrapped up as he was in conversation. But his manservant rushed to his side, rather insistently dragging him away.
“I’m sorry, Chris, she just won’t leave without speaking to you.” Sam’s stride was brisk, and they gave Christopher no choice but to follow. He offered a quick and profuse apology to the noblewoman he’d been entertaining before he caught up to Sam.
“You’re not able to send her away?” Christopher hissed, somewhat tersely. “I can’t be interrupted by every stranger that shows up here. I have guests to attend to.” 
“Hey, I tried!” Sam insisted. “I’m just one guy, and I also have guests of yours to attend to. She keeps coming back. All she wants is a quick word with you. Just humor her, and she’ll be out of your hair.” Sam ran their fingers somewhat anxiously through their own well-groomed locks. “We can just deal with it quietly, before she causes a scene. Some of the guests near the front door are getting a little antsy about it.” 
Christopher sighed wearily as he followed Sam to the main entrance. Perhaps if he had more staff, this wouldn’t be a problem. Most of the house’s staff had left in the fallout of his parents’ demise, with the sole exception being Sam—his personal servant who’d remained as doggedly loyal to him as they had the first day they’d been assigned to care for him. He’d never let on to his guests, but Christopher worked with Sam every day to keep the house in order, even helping cook the meals and clean. He had to keep up appearances as best he could. 
Sam pulled the grand front door open to reveal a woman on the other side—a pauper in beggar’s clothes, tattered and rain-soaked, hunched on his front stoop as she gazed up at Christopher. 
Christopher stood up straight and directed a cold, stern look towards the woman. He could feel several sets of eyes on him, and knew that there was a group of aristocrats watching the scene intently. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves idly as he spoke, as if he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the woman at all.
“I’m afraid you will have to leave. I have no room for beggars here.” 
The woman shivered slightly, tilting her head up further to meet Christopher’s face. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her face lined with creases from age and stress. “P-please, kind sir, I only need to come in from the storm for a short while. I won’t be any trouble. I…I haven’t eaten in days-”
The people nearby began to whisper, a touch of disgust coloring their tone. 
“This is an exclusive event,” Christopher interjected firmly. “There is a certain decorum that must be maintained. Please leave, or I will contact the authorities to escort you away.” 
If he had been at home alone that evening, he might have afforded some manner of small comfort towards the woman. But he couldn’t be seen sullying his hands with the poor here. 
A pleading, desperate look came to the woman’s face, her features falling into despair. “Sir, I will not survive the night!” Her voice was hoarse and rough, as if sandpaper scraped against the inside of her throat. “You would turn me away, to the mercy of the storm?”
Her cries had gotten louder—more of his guests had turned to look and whisper among themselves, casting uncertain and hesitant glances Christopher’s way. He didn’t need to hear them to know what they were all saying. 
What kind of place is this, where the host entertains beggars?
He is no better than his parents, mingling with such filth.
He doesn’t belong here.
He is not one of us.
He set his jaw and made his stance firm, his dark eyes fixed sharply down at the beggar. He couldn’t let this go on further. “Leave. Your welfare is not my concern.”
The woman’s face became suddenly sharper, each crease and wrinkle fading to a more youthful visage, and her muddy, round eyes transformed to piercing, golden ones. She no longer hunched, but stood straight up, rising to a height that forced even Christopher to look up in awestruck terror. 
“THEN YOU WILL HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS, CHRISTOPHER PENN.” 
Her tattered clothes transformed to flowing white robes upon her dark skin, her hair now falling in neat and lovely braids down her back, adorned with gold. 
She cast a scornful, acidic gaze towards Christopher as she looked down on him, each fiber of her being radiating with malice. 
His heart stopped beating—the entire world seemed to have gone silent, save for the strikes of thunder that almost seemed to accentuate every word this woman spoke. Her voice boomed with an unnatural volume throughout the entire hall. He didn’t need to turn around to know that every single person in attendance had heard.
He did his best to hide the quaking in his limbs. He couldn’t lose his composure, even now. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice escaping as nothing but a whisper.
The woman scowled at him, her expression one of pure poison. He could feel himself withering beneath it, despite all his efforts to keep calm. 
“You would not remember me, for the faces you entertain here are simply passing flights of fancy to you. I was your guest, Penn. And I saw past your charm. You use people for your own gain, grasping onto what little power you have like a pathetic child, desperate to rise above your place in the world.” 
She pointed an accusing finger towards him. “You have a vile, black heart, so cruel that you would send a woman away to her death when she asks for but a little kindness.”
“Hey!” Sam spoke up, a little timidly beside Christopher. “You can’t talk about him like-”
“SILENCE.” A loud strike of thunder shook the entire house, rattling the foundation and carrying the woman’s voice to the ears of every patron once again. A blistering wind tore through the open door, making the curtains tremble in its wake. 
Christopher thought that something seemed familiar about the woman—he felt as though he could recall a conversation with her, and she surely must have been at one of his parties. He searched for a name desperately, frantically wracking his brain for this woman’s identity.
“...Sybil?” he croaked, every ounce of confidence having long since left his body. His knees began to tremble, and he worried that they would soon give out completely. “Y-you may come in, I am so very sorry to have offended-”
“You have already failed, Penn. Now you repent, for you see my true form, and the power I wield.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Your fate has already been sealed.”
The world was swallowed in darkness within only the span of a moment, and the screams of Christopher’s guests and Sam became drowned out by an all-encompassing blackness that surrounded him, choking the air from his lungs, squeezing his ribcage until he thought he would burst from the pressure. He could not speak, he could not move, he could not see. If not for the excruciating pain shooting through every fiber of his being, he would have thought he was dead.
“You will no longer hide behind your tawdry facade. A monster within, so a monster you shall become.” 
Sybil’s voice came from all around him, like a harsh winter wind that froze the blood in his veins as it passed over him. Her words had weight to them, laden with something powerful, and far beyond this world’s understanding. 
His body was changing, but in what manner, he had no way to tell. All he could feel was pain—pain and a clawing hunger, like an animal inside of his stomach ripping and tearing at the flesh within, desperate to break out. His head throbbed as sounds swirled in his mind, indistinguishable from each other as they rose into a crescendo of noise, and the silence turned to a deafening cacophony. Voices, screams, shouting, but no words he could make out. He thought that he could hear Sam, amidst all the chaos, but he couldn’t be sure.
And then, before the darkness of his vision cleared to reveal the full extent of the horror that awaited him, he was assaulted by the wave of a strong smell he couldn’t place, a scent that filled his lungs and made the desperate animal within his gut writhe and twist in agony. It was like the scent of the finest wine, the most tantalizing food in existence, in such a great amount that it was overwhelming—even though, in those few moments of blissful ignorance, he had no idea what it was that delighted his senses so, that made the pain almost forgotten, that made every bone of his ache with an almost feral hunger.
His eyes opened with frantic urgency, and the scene before him unfolded slowly into a horrifyingly clear depiction of the gruesome fate that had been thrust upon him. He could barely see the faces of the ones he’d invited here, but their frightened screams spoke loudly enough. No words came to his own mouth—he was frozen in horror, like an insect trapped in amber as the weight of what happened sunk in, pressing down upon him like a suffocating, terrible gravity.
Despite his transformation, Sybil’s words rang as clear in his head as they had before. 
“Ten years, Penn. Ten years to prove yourself, or this form will be your prison.”
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Next Chapter ->
Thanks for reading! I hope to update this story semi-consistently, because boy do I have some things planned down the road. So stay tuned!
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opikarts · 2 months
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ARE YOU SFW VORE WRITER? SHOW ME YOUR WORK! REBLOG OR COMMENT! IM INTERESTED!
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Hello I have returned from the eldritch void pit to provide something that some Evil (but still safe) Thoughts™️ led to the creation of
Overly possessive pred and less than enthusiastic prey that isn't particularly fond of them
Safe vore, halfsize, unwilling prey
Almost out now, nearly to the door. Just a little further to freedom. He snuck through the house in the dead of night, his small size in comparison to everything around him making it easy to move about undetected.
He reached up to the handle, attempting to open the proportionally huge door, but it wouldn't budge. He twisted and pulled it harder, nerves beginning to heighten.
"Now, where are you going at this hour?"
His heart stopped. He flipped around and pressed back hard against the door, eyes fixed on Wulfric directly ahead of them.
"W-wait, please, I just- I just want to leave." Andrew stammered out, heart pounding in his chest. "Ple- please just let me leave."
"Oh, but why on earth would I do that?" he answered, approaching the quivering would-be escapee, "The world out there is so cruel, but I'm keeping you safe here. You have everything you could ever want here."
Wulfric stopped right in front of him and squatted down slightly to have their faces be a bit closer together. In a fit of panic, Andrew flung his arms at them, but he caught them with ease and wrapped his fist around both of his wrists and hoisted them up to have their faces be level with each other.
"Now then," Wulfric stated, a menacing grin on their face, "I'd better put you somewhere nice and safe so that you won't be tempted to wander off again~"
Andrew's heart plummeted. "N-n-no, wait, please! I'm sorry, please don't, I'm sorry!" He wriggled about, trying to free himself of Wulfric's grip, but it had no effect, and his pleas were quickly muffled as his head was stuffed into Wulfric's gaping mouth.
A mixture of tears and saliva covered Andrew's face as his arms were freed briefly before being pinned to his sides as Wulfric began to swallow him down, his legs writhing in a futile escape attempt. He felt gravity shift as he leaned his head back to swallow him easier, and Andrew felt his powerful throat muscles pulling him deeper in, still silently crying.
Wulfric gave a few more gulps, hauling him further down each time, until Andrew's feet finally disappeared, and he let out a deep, satisfied sigh. He looked down at the bulge in their torso and gave it a couple firm pats. "There we go, much better~"
Andrew jolted slightly with each impact he felt on his back, curled up in a fetal position. They could hear Wulfric's voice all around them. "I do love when my meals are active~ But that doesn't matter now, you're all mine, my delicious little prey~" His words sending shivers down his spine. His quiet sobs were drowned out by the groaning of the stomach they were trapped in.
Andrew felt the telltale shifting of walking before feeling his gravity change again, now with stronger pressure on his front. A hand glided up and down his back, no doubt Wulfric revelling in the sensation of being full. "I'll let you out after I get up, so you better get comfy in there~"
Another night spent in this fleshy prison. Sure, it was safe, but still far from preferable. But Andrew had no say in the matter, so he had to reluctantly accept his temporary fate.
He cried himself to sleep again.
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comfyhome · 9 months
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a normally gentle pred that wolfs down their prey a little hastier than usual, gulping in quick succession as if they had been starving to devour them for a lifetime.
the prey would squirm, wriggling the whole way down and wondering why this session had been rougher than any, unbeknownst to the fact that their pred had been watching them dart around other preds all day, the oblivious prey narrowly avoiding becoming lunch to those they had bumped into earlier. now, they were kept safe within their companion, a meal reserved for one and willingly withheld from the outside world, even if only for the night.
the gentle pred would trace their prey’s descent with a hand, quickly curling up and wrapping two arms around their gut to even further preserve their beloved belonging — there was no harm in being a little protective sometimes.
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teal-fiend · 2 days
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the pred is lying down, peaceful, curled up around their full stomach as they rest and digest.
all of their focus is on their prey. their whole body is centered around it, nursing the tender area, coaxing on digestion.
You're almost jealous. Even if you're the one who's always around, who always helps the pred manage their hunger, they have never shown you such undivided attention.
but the attention you want is something they could only give to their prey.
You could be the one nestled in that place under their ribs. you could be the one to make the pred feel satisfied. You could provide them this, and in return, they would give all their attention to you.
they would put their hand over you, over their belly. possessively; you would be their prey. they'd hide somewhere secluded where it would just be you and your pred. they'd rest there for hours, taking all the time they needed to digest your body.
You liked the thought; their body consuming and digesting yours.
But for that to happen, you'd have to be destroyed. that's the catch, you suppose.
they hear your movement, at they look up at you, sleepy, satisfied. grateful. breathing deeply, as their prey presses against their lungs.
it's not their fault they can't give you what you want. because what you want is insane. it's not sustainable. so you just have to do what normal people do, and be with them outside of their stomach
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lesbianoms · 4 months
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I want to give a girl a bellyache.
I want to be hungrily devoured along with some beer or other fizzy drinks, some of the greasiest foods known to man, and a whole bunch of candy that’ll definitely make her insides bubble like firecrackers.
I want her tummy to be firm and bloated beyond belief as she sits back and rubs over it, hoping she can get things in her system moving. That fat, rumbling tum demands attention. And because of me, it’s incredibly tight and rock hard… <3
I want those heavenly, sultry gurgles and burbling gasses from within her belly to be mixed with my muffled whimpers as I try so desperately to find wiggle room in that slimy sac full of half-digested food and warm, warm acids…
Eventually I'd probably get comfortable enough to sit still and digest, but it would definitely take awhile. My struggles from inside would be like sharp pangs of overindulgence to her, and I'd hear her cute little moans and groans echo all around me...
As I’d curl up in her belly, my goal would be to try and get her to burp ❤️ she’s already squeaking out some soft, muffled *urraps* because of all the sloshy foam and trapped gas that’s in there with me… but I wanna hear her belch 🫧🫧
Squirming desperately inside a woman’s painfully tight tum and eventually stewing away sounds like a dream right now… I love being feisty prey sometimes
And besides, when I do eventually churn into soft sludge… I can only imagine how euphoric it must feel for my pred, as she feels the pressure loosen inside her. Now her powerful gut can finally get to work digesting everything else…
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coldtwaer · 3 months
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Observers
If someone were to ask me what my favorite role in vore is I wouldn’t say pred or prey (which I do love)
It’s observers.
I just find it as a really interesting concept to have someone simply be there who isn’t actively eating or being eaten. Maybe they are just standing there terrified, like “What the hell!? That guy just swallowed someone whole!” Or maybe they are like, “Ooo cool, I wonder if the guy wants belly rubs”
It’s even better when the observer knows the prey and/or the pred.
“Hi Steven, who’s in your stomach this time?”
“Sup Percy, Is it cozy in there?”
Plus there is so much fluff potential that I wanna explode
Anyways thank you for coming to my Ted talk
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yummyyummie · 10 months
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Here's some Peaches drawings, based on a piece of writing i wrote, you can read it below :3
A Demon's Visit - wordcount 2381 cw: vore, fulltour, unwilling prey
"So full of despair and anxiety, aren't you dear? Good thing I heard you, we'll get this fixed up, don't fret it, sweet little thing~"
You never quite expected that just calling out to nothing would actually be answered, sure it was genuine, but you would never think that it would work. It just sounds too ridiculous. And yet here you are, held off the ground in the clawed hands of some four legged demon. She had ominously appeared after you had been crying your heart out, feeling like a wreck after a particularly rough day, something finally snapped the camel's back so to speak. Out of the shadows she had approached, and even if she was soft spoken it was still terrifying to have a literal demon standing before you. But you were too emotionally drained to really do much about it, as if it mattered to try and run. 
And now she has picked you up so she can actually look you in the eye. Her yellow, faintly glowing eyes don't exactly look back with sympathy, more so they gleam with some morbid eagerness. She gives you a gentle smile, and speaks up again.
"Wouldn't you want to feel a bit better? Just have all those terrible feelings and mean thoughts go away? I could help you, no charge needed~" She offers, it sounds too good to be true, to be honest. Clearly there must be some kind of catch, it's a demon after all.
"Really?" Is all you can muster out, you'd want to ask more but don't have the energy to really say much right now.
"Really~" She slyly responds, grinning back at you. "All I'd ask is to be allowed to do what's needed to get you better, that's it. I'm not interested in much else, truly!" She says moving you a bit closer to her.
You think about it for a moment, you have no clue what it is that she'd do to you. But at the same time you wanted little more than for all these shitty feelings to leave you be, so it did sound tempting. And for nothing in return? It sounded dubious in every regard, really, but your head's not in the right place. You just want things to get better so you can move on with your life, not just keep sulking. So if she can supposedly fix it, might as well give it a shot. Like things can get much worse.
"Do we have a deal~?" She asks, taking a hand off of you, to hold it out for you to shake.
"Sure.." You mutter and lightly shake her big, clawed hand, to which she merrily grins again. 
"Wonderful! Now, don't struggle too much dear, it won't hurt a bit. Just… let it happen~" She says, lifting you up closer and closer to her face, getting uncomfortably close. Her breath on your face smells vaguely of some kind of flowery incense or perfume.
And then she opens her mouth. You want to instinctively freak out and pull away, putting your arms up against her face, holding yourself away. She chuckles before closing her mouth and looks at you with a playful smile. You can feel your heartbeat having just started racing, your fear getting some energy back to you. She shakes her head and tisks at you.
"What did I just say? You made a deal, my little sweet, no take-backsies now~" She says, trying to lift you into her mouth again. But you just can't get yourself to calm down, you grip the edges of her mouth again to resist and push back against her trying to get a bite of you. This time she doesn't look so amused, as if getting annoyed with you. Even if it would make sense to not be willing to accept a demon just shoving you into their mouth, you think.
"Darling, if you're gonna be difficult I will have to pacify you, and I'm sure neither of us would enjoy that very much. So be a good little mortal and let me help you!" She growls and opens her mouth before you again, it doesn't exactly ease your nerves hearing her getting frustrated. Against your better judgment, you still struggle, it's hard to beat your fear telling you to fight back. She stops and sighs, you're not making this easy at all. But she appears to fend off her annoyance, trying to remain patient.
"Alright, alright. This isn't working, clearly. Eventually you will grow too tired to struggle, but listen I don't want to spend my whole day waiting for that. So, let's see if calming you down will make this go a bit smoother." She says, as you feel her gently stroking your head. "Breathe in, and it should soothe some of your nerves, little one~" That you can do, probably, you think in response to her request. Her neck puffs up as she takes a deep breath in, and then gently blows a lavender smoke or gas at you. It has that same flowery scent, only much more intensified. At first it feels like it burns your nose and your lungs, but the stinging feeling quickly subsides as the calming effect takes hold. Slowly but surely you feel the tenseness in your body lessen, as if it and your senses all are being softened up. Even her petting is starting to feel quite nice.
"There, that's a little better, isn't it? I'm not out to hurt you, that ain't my style, I just want to help rid you of those pesky, delicious anxieties and distresses of yours~" She coos gently, giving you a little lick across your face. It feels warm, but not as bad as you would've imagined. "Let's get you where you need to be before the temporary calm wears off, yes~?" She says and you meekly nod in response, and she smiles back at you.
This time moving you up to her open maw you don't immediately go to resist, feeling too tired and soothed to fight back. She lets your head rest against her tongue for a moment, you're not sure if she's tasting you or just giving you time to look down into her mouth. 
She shoves you in further, careful not to accidentally catch you on any of her sharp fangs. You feel her saliva across your face, and it only gets warmer as you have your head all the way in the back of her mouth. Her throat widens and opens up for you, as she pushes you further and further in. You feel your upper body glide down and push up against the fleshy, warm walls. It becomes hard to move, but you still don't feel all that compelled to struggle. With a gulp she pulls you down more into her, you feel only your legs still in her mouth. With another you are cradled all in her soft, yet tight throat. It takes a moment before she sends you down, you feel as she presses her hand against her neck outside, squishing you within. After a small, content chuckle from her you feel the walls squeeze you downwards with one last loud swallow.
After a short trip of more squeezing you exit into her stomach. Expecting it to be dark and uncomfortable, it surprisingly is glowing a ambiently gentle purple. The surrounding walls are pillowy soft, if it weren't for the wetness and movement it'd almost be like being caught in a big fluffy blanket. But even with how oddly cozy it is, you feel the unease creep in again. As it dawns on you that she just ate you, whole and all. You start to look around frantically, trying to see if there's any way out somehow. But even if you spot the mouth of the stomach, it is pressed firmly shut. Panicking, you press and move your hands around against the walls, trying to find something. Anything. But all you find is hearing her chuckle at you, the sound reverberating strangely hearing her from inside of her. You can't help but be a bit upset at her for finding this funny, it isn't funny one bit, you feel tricked. Out of frustration you kick against the fleshy walls, but it doesn't seem to do much.
As you sit there and grumble angrily and fearfully to yourself, you come to notice that there's not really anything in here that's hurting you. Sure it's wet, but there's no sign of any acid or anything burning your skin. You're just soaked and covered by floral scented liquid, the smell is a little bit calming. Though the longer you wait the closer the soft walls start to encroach, giving you less and less space to move around inside her belly. They squish up against you all around, forcing you into a scrunched up fetal position. Even if tightly snug, you don't feel uncomfortable, oddly enough. The stomach squeezes you gently in almost a rhythm, and you can more clearly hear the sound of the demon's heartbeat when your ears have the walls pressed against them. The sensation causes you to relax, almost feeling like you're being softly cradled. Then you hear her humming, she sounds pretty happy with herself, gently swinging her tummy from side to side. Is she trying to lull you to sleep? You can't quite tell, you're having a hard time focusing at all. The thoughts you're having feel fleeting, being absorbed by her as you continue to be squeezed. Telling the time is incredibly difficult, but you can imagine it just keeps going for hours. Yet you can't get yourself to worry about the things you're missing. It's as if those thoughts are being taken the moment you try to think them.
After a while, however many hours have passed, you feel something change. The walls around you shift and move, tensing up as they push you towards the bottom exit of the stomach. It opens up and you're pushed through. At first you want to think that you're about to be going through her intestines, but your mind doesn't seem to want to care. It doesn't matter, nothing matters now really. You just feel empty, like someone took all your emotions away, or at least the negative ones. And now your brain is having a hard time producing any new negative thoughts, it takes way longer than you have the attention to spare for it.
And then you enter into another fleshy chamber, it appears to be her second stomach. You do recall her having two tummies when you saw her from the outside, before you ever had a clue you'd end up in her. This one is even softer than the last one, and squishes around you keeping you in a lying position. Your senses almost feel overwhelmed at first, with how soft it all is. The comforting smell. The groaning sounds of the belly coming from all around you. Your empty thoughts and feelings are slowly filled with comfort and calmness, you haven't felt this relaxed in forever. You can't think of anything else, it's all your brain wants to care about right now. It's an odd sensation, and again time just moves on without you having a clue for how long.
It's just warmth and softness, a distant heartbeat ringing in your ears, and no way out on your own. Like being stuck in a sleeping bag that wants nothing but for you to feel good. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to let her eat you, your thoughts wander, feeling relief.
But you can't stay here forever. That wasn't a part of the deal.
You feel everything move around you, pushing you forward. Even if you don't want to leave, you have no means of fighting it, your body refuses to act. It just accepts being tugged out from the incredibly comfy chamber, into the fleshy tubes that are the demon's intestines. The constant pulsing surrounding you brings you deeper and deeper.
It just keeps going and going. Will it ever end?
At least it isn't too bad, you still feel quite relaxed. And you didn't die, which you guess she was right about not hurting you. Still not exactly how you expected to spend your …day..? You'll just have to check how much time has actually passed when you get the chance.
Eventually it appears like you have arrived at the end. It is a peculiar experience, not particularly dignified, but it certainly could have gone way worse. You're surprised to find yourself back on the floor of your room, a fair bit soaked, but you feel a whole lot better compared to earlier. Frankly you barely even remember what got you in that state in the first place, it's all dust in the wind now.
You hear the jingling of the demon's golden jewelry as she steps around behind you, and as you're just about to try and get up your vision goes dark, from a bath towel having been dropped over you.
"I'd stick around to play with you more, but I have other matters to attend to. Thanks for the meal, though, lemme just dry you up and I'll be on my way~" She says and ruffles you over with the towel, drying off whatever liquids that are soaking you. "Don't worry, I've just been lazing around in here, mostly. I did have to find something for when you eventually would get out, but surely you don't mind. It would feel rude to leave you all numb and wet laying on the floor for a while."
After getting you dry she picks you up and places you on your bed, you still can't quite get your body to move, so you just lay there watching her tuck you in. She giggles to herself, and strokes your head before she wanders back towards the shadows of the room.
"Don’t try to get upset just to make me come back, y'hear sweetie? If you want me to visit, remember me and I'll probably hear you~" She waves at you, though you can't really wave back.
"Taa-taa for now!" She says before vanishing into the shadows she emerged from way earlier.
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luckyshotwrites · 7 days
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Small Comic Portion of Chapter 99: Lynette?
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A little snippet from the chapter.
AS WELL AS How Lynette was looking when Alexander found her.
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AND HOPE YOU ENJOY LOOKING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF YOUR DAY, YA'LL! NONNEGOTIABLE.
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nom-the-noodle · 3 months
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Curiousity Contains
To kick off the new year with something good, I finally finished a little vore story I've been working on for a couple of months! Featuring Casey and @madmythologist's Kage inspired directly by our collective scheming and RPing with these two. I love them so much and so I wrote a little thing about what happens when the nervous little borrower gets a little too curious about just how it feels to be eaten. Story below! Contains: Soft Vore, Non-fatal Vore, Hesitant Prey, Mouthplay, internals.
There was something on the back of Casey's mind. Granted there was always something behind those big eyes, but this time it wasn't her usual plights. It was something a bit larger, or more someone she was currently lounging on the chest of on this still evening together. 
Kage wasn't doing much, just calmly leaning back in his seat to enjoy the peace and quiet. His chest lifted Casey up and down like smooth clockwork, the borrower herself almost half curled up on her side against the half-elf. It was a rare opportunity of relaxation with nothing better to do for the little that remained of the day—a very nice moment to just exist. 
Still, something didn’t sit right here.
The quiet was the last thing on the little one’s mind, her ears more trained on a muffled rhythm just underneath her. It was a hidden comfort, nestled between just as steady breaths. A beat so slow compared to her own constantly ticking muscle. That’s what made it all so fascinating. Kage was just so… so massive. 
Granted, that was just a simple matter of perspective with Casey herself being the odd one in terms of scale. But from that same perspective, the humanoid seemed as vast as a field. And just as teeming with activity below the surface. It made the little one think; reminisce even of times when she had gotten even more enveloped in the man before. She wondered if-
“Wonder about what?“‌
  Kage felt the borrower flinch the smallest bit against him, her head jerking up like a rabbit to meet his curious gaze. In what he could confidently guess was her internal whirlwind of thoughts, loose lips spilled out a simple question to finally kill the silence. As much as the chance to breathe was appreciated, he was never one to turn down a chance for something interesting to occur. She was fast to figure out her slip up as seen by the hinted hue of crimson on her face. Kage was already preparing to guide her back from any backtracking she was able to do, but to his surprise that wasn’t the case after a signature pause to collect those racing thoughts.
”Just, how does it exactly feel when you swallow someone whole?''‌ Surprise caught both of them at the string of words that escaped Casey’s mouth. The man was silent for a brief moment, simply watching Casey’s body language. It made for a good indicator of if he actually heard that right as this was a subject the borrower rarely wanted to discuss and even rarer brought up on her own accord. It was most unusual, but not unwelcome.
”That is quite the odd question,“‌ Kage voiced with a quirked brow. ”One that doesn’t have that easy of an answer to explain, simply put.“ 
Of course this wasn’t going to be that simple, given both what exactly she was asking and who she was asking. She could already taste the embarrassment in the back of her throat rising like bile, but there was no shying away now from the topic. The canary had caught his curiosity. 
The plains shifted as Kage adjusted his position, straightening up just a hair more in his seat to speak more comfortably. Casey instinctively tightened her hold on his clothing with the movement, huddling back closer against his chest.
”I‌ do have to ask though, why would you be asking about such a thing?‌”
Why was she asking such a thing? Frankly put, Casey didn't have that clear of an answer for him at that moment. The question had just seemed to pop out after being most likely sealed by brambles of her own design. Her eyes shifted away from Kage's gaze for just a second to think up something rather than silence. 
"I, well," she stumbled on her words right into old habits. "I don't really know. It's just been on my mind for a bit. Sorry for bringing it up." 
He watched and more importantly felt her fold against him, a little bundle of worry clinging to his shirt. She wouldn't be allowed to hide from this discussion as a blackened hand came up from below her. Casey felt her grip loosen on the fabric and Kage felt small knees press against his palm. 
"Now now, none of that. If this has been something on your mind, then surely you have more to say than that." The words purred ever so slightly off the lips as he pulled her away from his shirt and more to his level. He was confident that he knew his little friend quite well, from how her eyes were constantly darting to and fro, to the unending hum in her chest that matched all those thoughts she kept to herself. Thoughts Kage was hungry to hear, fitting the subject being discussed that more often than not made the little one squirm at the mere acknowledgment. 
Casey knew that tone. She'd grown very familiar with the charmingly curious dialect of this man. It made the hair on her neck stand on end along with every single nerve in her skin. For better or for worse, she couldn't give a clear answer. She looked up at him and her mind just.... it went blank. Everything just went quiet, all her attention on him as she could just stare for a few seconds. Was there more to say? What answer was the right one, if any? She snapped out of her trance with a small breath, letting herself slide a hair more onto the platform Kage provided in his hand as he took her up. A few more moments of silence...
"Would- would you ever do it again?"
Now that, that was curious indeed. Kage hummed a note in seeming thought, a single raise of the brow showing any change in his expression. Tiny eyes could be felt trying to read his next move, listening for whatever he was going to say next. "Would I ever do it again," He took care in repeating it, now studying how Casey straightened up the smallest amount in his hold. "Do what exactly, hm?" 
He didn't need an answer. Casey knew that and now felt that Kage knew just as well as a chuckle rose up his throat. Not one of malice or mischief, but of knowing. "Well, even if I were to entertain this ah, hypothetical question, that doesn't answer why the sudden curiosity about it." A fair observation. The borrower wasn't being as informative as she could be. As much as she desperately wanted to be, but there just wasn't that simple an answer.
Or... was there?
She had tried to pick her words so carefully, dancing around a subject she brought up. It wasn't supposed to be this hard to just talk! She did with Maddie all the time, hell Maddie would have just blurted out the first thing in her head. That's what worked for her, well most of the time. The borrower shook her head. Stay on track. Just say it!
"I..." she paused one more time, the longest she had made up to this point. "I wanted- Well mostly thinking about- I was wondering what it was like inside-"
"Casey-" That soft call brought her attention back towards Kage's face, his smile softened. His hand gracefully pulled her away from his chest, bringing her now fully to eye level. Closer to that very mouth she had been dodging this entire time, still smiling.  The pause felt infinite, falsely judgmental within her panicking brain. Warm breath drowned all thoughts with his next words.
"Why don't we settle both our curiosities with a refresher?"
Kage could have sworn in that moment he heard something crackle in Casey's head at the suggestion. The suggestion made her entire body stiffen like a statue for just a moment in his palm. It was an honest inquiry, just as everything else he had been saying up to this point. Regardless Casey was a creature of nervous habits, hence her growing tense and stiff.Though it was slightly amusing to see it so closely instead of behind shaded stones and leaves. 
"You're not as good at hiding that curiosity as you think." He wasn't a fool. He'd noticed how she had been keeping a keen ear to his chest as they relaxed, how even now she was avoiding his gaze by watching his mouth. It was exciting, adorable even. "I wouldn't do anything rash, even though this is all rather tantalizing." Some of these words were a bit more punctuated than others, keeping the borrower's attention rather than scaring her off. Now it was just a matter to see if she'd take that invitation.
Tiny fingers curled in hesitation. Her heart jumped several times trying to climb out of her throat. She shouldn't have wanted this. Was she really going to go through with this stupid request? But as she looked past those perfectly white teeth and saw the shadowed purples and blues, there was no going back. Her head lowered for but a tick, slowly becoming a nod before looking back up at the ever looming man. "Please?... Just promise you'll keep it simple?" 
"Naturally." Kage couldn't keep that smile from growing twice as large at that approval. This wasn't something he was going to play with or take even the slightest bit for granted.
With his new permission, the half-elf took some lead as his hand tilted upwards with precise movements. Casey could tell he was slowing them intentionally, an effort that was helping the herculean task of easing her nerves. These hands were in safe hands. Hands she had been starting to learn how to navigate like any branch or platform. But whether it was mishap or intentional, the borrower allowed herself to fall forward towards his face. She caught herself on his upper lip, Kage feeling the slightest tickle at a fumble right under his nose. 
"What was that about keepings things simple?" The little one's breath hitched with the words that barely stretched the skin under her hands. She was close enough to feel the vibrations travel up her arms and down her arching spine. But she didn't back out of this precarious spot, but embraced it. Rather than push back, one of those hands transferred to the bottom jaw with a featherlight brace. All she had to do now was...
Kage waited. Waited for that next move out of Casey's curiosity. He could catch the smallest trance of a scent of her being this close. Earthen, but with a pleasantly light sweetness to it. It only made her all the more enticing to indulge. So when one of those miniscule hands added the faintest pressure, the giant let his lower jaw collapse as she pried the gates open.
Warmth was the first thing to tingle at the senses. It radiated along her exposed arms, swirled around her neck and practically kissed her cheek. Unlike the man's gray complexion covered in black lines, a blue tongue surrounded by purple walls greeted her inside. She'd seen glimpses of the unusual hues whenever he spoke of teases and the occasional taste, but never this intentionally. Never this closely. 
Was it this colorful all the way down?
Casey sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to shiver at the sight before her. Was it too late to turn back? No, she had to commit. Needed to so the thoughts weren't eating at her. Ironic. Carefully the little one shifted and allowed herself to begin leaning past silver lips. Over incisors that nearly glistened along with canines to match. Thin trails of saliva traveled from these pillars and connected to the bottom matching set. Together they could combine to make a devilish smile, but also would have no problem leaving their mark on her fragile body if he ever chose. 
The more she leaned in, the more those teeth drifted apart as Kage's mouth only opened wider. The man remained very still, breathing through his nose as his mouth was occupied with a guest. There was a part of his mind that clicked on, something that was making his mouth water a hair more and his own heart pulse a bit faster. Hunger perhaps. Something primal about having something so small soon pressing a warm albeit shaking hand onto the flat of his tongue making him only want Casey more. And once that contact was made, it was oh so sweet as honey.
He could feel the back of his mouth watering all the bit more, leaving her with a very slick surface to explore. She was hesitating, rocking slightly along his bottom teeth. That hand pulled back slowly away from him, but there was no getting out of this. That tongue followed her out in its own curiosity, lightly pressing into her front. The little squeak she made as she caught herself along it was adorable Kage would have loved to admit.
The feeling still lingered on her palm as she pulled away from that muscle for a moment. Slick, warm, alive. She could only put a few words to it before she got familiar with the feeling again as Kage stuck his tongue out for a proper taste. Now it was all that flashed into her brain as her upper half held onto it. The flesh was warm to the skin with a radiating heat, settling the shivering of her arms and nerves. She didn't fight or push it off in a fit of panic, instead letting herself be taken and tasted with a press. The spit seeped into her sleeves and shirt, no doubt bringing more of her flavor out. Casey ponder for a bit what he could possibly be-
A hum broke the silence as Kage purred, the sound coursing up Casey through him. He slowly pulled back and flicked his tongue back inside, but not before catching a final peck of Casey's red scarlet dusted cheek before it disappeared. 
"Hmmmm, honey." The words flowed off like the food itself, sounding far from displeased with his findings. Casey watched that smile from right in front of her, demanding her full attention in its proximity. She held her breath, waited in both fear and unexpected anticipation. Waited for those jaws to lunge forward and claim her. 
Luckily while that wasn't the predator's style, he wasn't going to delay for much longer. His hands cupped her against those lips again, parting again without her 'assistance.' She nearly fell over, catching herself in her arms and holding onto the bottom row of teeth. Again she was met with that overpowering warmth at her touch, calling to something deep within. A calling to the dark and the shelter it could provide once she crawled inside. 
With a final gathering of  what little courage she had, Casey pushed herself up and pulled herself forward into that lavender den. Not a moment after did Kage finally pull his hand away from his face, leaving her legs to dangle out of his mouth. The urge to regain her center of balance was aided by the impulse to tilt his head back to bring Casey those last centimeters over, sliding past the gums and into his jaws. 
Now, Casey wasn't completely a stranger to this man's maw. She had watched it as he sang and purred out his words, teeth flashed in a knowing smirk. Her sister had gone into detail countless times about this very place when she tested her luck against the giant. Now the difference between story and reality was staring her right in the face to marvel at. 
The space was incredibly dim, only speckles of light caught in the spit-shined interior.  Cool colored flesh was glazed on every surface, making everything slick and slippery to the touch. The air was much warmer, smothering those cold chills with its heat and clinging to her tiny tiny frame. Half of her was already soaked with spit, knees and arms sinking into his tongue. It was so much to take in for one small borrower, too much.
Wide eyes went wild and her heart banged against her ribs begging to get out. 
This was wrong. 
This was so, so wrong.
Casey knew better than to do something this dangerous. It was one thing to think and ponder about what it was like inside, but this?! This was crazy! She had let herself get talked into stepping right into a mouth! A mouth that belonged to a person she had seen eat people like her with expertise! If he wanted he could just bite down and swallow whatever was left of her down into that chasm at the very back of the throat. She could see it, expanding and contracting just waiting to close in on her like a cornered animal.
She needed to leave. She needed to spin around and get out before it was too late. But everything was frozen. Something kept her here at the mercy of Kage's maw. What was going on? How did she let herself get this far? All these questions were buzzing like angry hornets in her head, burning her ears with stinging static.
On the outside, Kage paid very close attention to the mass inside his mouth. He didn't move nor breathe too loudly lest he make the terrified tiny in his mouth jolt. He knew Casey, her tendencies. How easily she was to scare and expected the worst possible outcome. Normally this was just another thing he could use to get under her skin and make her tick, but now it was a reason for worry. Worry proved warranted as he caught the smallest sounds of hyperventilating behind his lips, the salty tang of fear on his palette. On his tongue she grew stiff as a board, her breathing quickening with jumbled words he couldn't translate.
Panic. 
Everything stopped for a brief moment for the dark elven man. As undesired a reaction as it was, it sadly wasn't an out of place one. His first thought was to call her name in reassurance, but that was quickly ruled out as speaking was out of the question at the moment. His words were one of his most valuable tools, but thankfully they weren't his only trick. A flick of the fingers and the smallest twitch of his throat, a simple prestidigitation allowed the breath he had been holding onto chill and lightly wash over. 
Wind softly blew onto her pale face and made the damp tips of her hair sway. It was enough to pause her catastrophizing episode, senses coming back down from the spike of terror. Breathe. She needed to breathe. Once her chest was rising and falling at a regular pace, her vision was starting to adjust all the more. The colors were just a bit brighter, shadows less suffocating. Everything had remained still, Kage hadn't done anything when he had the opportunity. Everything was ok.
The relief washed over Casey, tense muscles unlocking and relaxing. To be honest the warmth may have helped with that as it creeped in the longer she crouched here, but she couldn't stay like this forever. The little spelunker inched around, light touches carefully tapping along Kage's tastebuds. She could see the corners of his lips pulling up and shifting the lights ever so much. At least there was no denying he was enjoying this little adventure.
She didn't go too far in, settling at the center at that tongue before twisting back around. One could only look at the back of a throat for so long before it may start calling. Kage's mouth stayed open, providing a toothy frame for her to look back out into the open world. Everything was still, relaxed. Simple. 
"I'm, I'm ok." Casey's tiny voice finally crept out, earning another cool breath of relief from Kage's throat. The man had been fully ready to spit her out if she wasn't ready, but the little one still was full of ways to surprise him. From her position she couldn't see the gleam of excitement in his eye, but could probably feel the saliva pool a bit more at her feet.
He let her settle for a bit longer, enjoying every tiny movement and way she slid around his tongue. Even with the slight itch of cloth and hair, that natural sweetness still dominated his taste buds. Intoxicating honestly and more than worth the stillness. And this was only the beginning of their little experiment. There was still a question to answer. Kage lifted a hand so it could be seen by his passenger, signaling what he wanted to do by an opening and closing motion with his fingers and thumb. If there were any objections, now was the time to say them. Silence, then a slightly firmer pressure in the crook of his tongue. 
"Ready."
The word was a hard one for Casey to say in full confidence. Kage was giving her every chance to walk away, to abandon this expedition if it was too much. Despite everything, Casey still had the final word in this. There was a comfort in that control, but it was still horrifying to wield. She was still letting herself get preyed upon by a silver tongued man. But, it would be ok. It had to be ok if she was careful enough. 
Slowly after the affirmation was said, the lights dimmed steadily as Kage closed his maw. Soon all of her sight was forfeit, hearing the softest click of teeth and leaving her in the damp darkness. Casey remained frozen, taking everything in to fill in the new gaps in the old scenery. Her heart banged against the muscle beneath her, even more so as it came to life and lifted her forward. A yelp sounded from the girl, squeezing that same platform as it adjusted. A soft chuckle echoed around her, feeling the very sound travel up into her body and to her ears.
It couldn't be helped. Everything about this was just so, was precious the right word? Feeling how the borrower had nestled in the center of his mouth? Hearing the little squeaks and whines even through closed lips? All while that natural sweetness translated all along his taste buds? It was all so delectable, delightful. A true treat for them both to indulge in. A playful nature crept more into Kage's movements, a smile creeping along with a hum. Much like how he was with his hands, his tongue played gracefully with his prey. He felt her grip tighten along the ridges, arms squeezing to keep from getting knocked about. Not that there were any complaints to be shared.
Inside his mouth that main muscle swayed and flexed around, cradling Casey about. Within the dark confines she felt every slick movement and curl that effortlessly glided her about. tastebuds pressed against her chin, face scrunching at the moisture left behind in its wake. Her grip didn't release off his tongue, squeezing the firm yet soft muscle in her arms and fingers. It acted as a guide, something to ground and navigate her through this little adventure.
Warmth.
Warmth was the first thing to cross the barrier. A heat radiated every surface that embraced her, cutting through spittle and clothing to her very core and sticking to her skin. It seeped deep within Casey, melting muscles of their tension. Visions of a burrow crossed her mind in comparison, somewhere just as dark and secluded intentionally. It was pleasant, for a moment drifting away from the reality that so startled her.
The floor rose and met with the roof of his mouth, her chest skipping a beat as a new element was introduced just as she almost settled. Any shove or shift to create space was only met with a deep pressure pinning her in place, squeezing a small noise out of her chest. It threatened to squeeze the air out of her as well as that sweet taste Kage seemed so keen on. 
With one action, Kage could feel the shape trapped atop his tongue. The small, alive shape huddled inside his mouth with a heartbeat that hummed at her core. He was half expecting to feel her starting to fight back, not unlike what her sister tended to do when in the same predicament. But to his pleasant surprise, there was no struggle from Casey even when he licked and tossed her about a touch more. As much as he pushed and prodded and explored her presence, she wasn't fighting him. Nothing more than a few wiggles and pushback to seemingly get in a better position, always clinging onto the very muscle assaulting her senses and indulging his.
This little game continued for a few more minutes. The elf's mouth was coated with a sweet flavor and Casey was coated in the saliva that pooled around. She was pressed once more as the giant swallowed down the collection, seeping the last of her resistance with it. As fast as it took her breath away it released it back, leaving the borrower sprawling on the 'floor'. Her heart raced, this time out of exhaustion rather than blind fear. She was hyper aware of so much. From the drool still clinging like thin sap to that warmth that has seeped and nestled deep inside her muscles. 
This had been so wrong before, so why did it now feel so easy? Easy to drift into the heat. Easy to sink into the slick surface. Easy to just... let Kage take her in. 
A sound of content slipped into the damp air as the mouth finally stilled, the worn-out borrower practically flopping along the tongue. Her eyes grew a touch heavier, the environment wanting to ease her to settle alongside it. But they weren't done. The question wasn't what it was like inside his mouth. It was...
"Kage?" 
Her voice was so small, even when it was technically coming from his own mouth. The air had gone calm as he felt Casey's settling, drinking the moment in. Out of all the places she could find herself calm, it was almost laughable. He gave a simple hmm in question, glancing down habitually. In the silence he could imagine her face flushed in red, trying to find the words she wanted to say on the tip of his tongue. 
"I can't do it alone." 
Kage felt Casey dig her face into the crook of his tongue, cheeks hot to the touch as she squeaked the words out. The corners of Kage's lips softened. They both knew what needed to be done. Casey just seemed to know that she needed a little push to continue, something they both knew he was more than trusted enough to encourage. He dared to speak, cooing the words out to glide over his passenger. 
"You're ok, just relax." 
Casey kept her head down as she felt the room vibrate with every letter, the words floating across the way to the cracks of light. She couldn't do it. She couldn't make herself go any deeper, latched onto his tongue like lichen to a log. She couldn't.... not without help. All she had to do was relax and let Kage take the lead once again. 
With the space faded again to black, Casey allowed herself to shudder and settle in for the ride. How was this going to go? What happened once she was taken deeper into his body? What if something went wrong? Paranoid thoughts that all wanted to spiral, only to skip like a record once everything resumed. 
Her heart jumped into her throat as the tongue rose then dropped into her stomach once Kage started to tilt his head back. Even as her arms wanted to grab onto her safety net, it would have proved worthless against the slippery and slick surfaces all around. There was little time to process and even less time to let anything other than flesh grab a hold on her. The pressure threatened to pop her head, but all that was released was a final cry out of Casey's mouth as she disappeared out of Kage's.
Well that was certainly a sensation. After licking his lips of the lingering sweetness Kage focused his attention on the lump in his throat. The borrower went down smooth as well, you know how the saying goes. To say he wasn't enjoying any of this would be just a plain lie. 
"There, simple." He hummed, easing back slowly into his chair. After many a thought of swallowing the little lady down, now it had just become a reality. He already knew she was delicious from previous antics, but it never went this far. A silent agreement between them until today, confirmed as she had slipped past his collarbone. It felt good. He felt good. 
Contently his attention drifted inwardly just as there was a minor disturbance in his abdomen. Again, he wasn't a stranger to the motions of having something alive inside his stomach. It proved to be quite the effective place to keep little things out of sight and out of trouble. Maddie had most certainly given him many a reason to exercise the role of predator. But this instance was quite different. It always was with Casey's involvement thanks to one key detail...
The trip down was as quick as it was overpowering. The walls forced and squeezed unrelentingly all around the swallowed borrower. She couldn't see, couldn't move, could barely breathe in this ravenous chute. Everything overpowered even the pounding of her chest again as it all pushed her one direction and one direction only. Down. 
As sudden as the pressure had a hold of her it released, finally slipping into her final destination. She landed with a squish underneath, this space much more spacious than either of her previous lodgings. 
Even in the dark her eyes stayed closed shut within the bundle of nerves. She could feel it now, folds of flesh even more slimy and slippery smooth. She could hear every groan and squelch of the alien landscape, louder than her dampened breathing as she worked to pull herself together. 
This was it. This was what Casey has been so curious about, she was in a stomach of all things. Every instinct should have been scolding her for getting herself trapped down here, even willingly to boot! She could have just been content with Maddie's regaling, but oh no, she had to see for herself. The hell was she thinking?
"You're ok. Take a look." 
His low voice hummed from somewhere above, presenting a shift with it. A sense of reassurance and calm, a promise to ease her into something new with something familiar. A familiar feeling that kissed her eyelids and wanted her to peek into the darkness.
 To her surprise, a single blue bead of light bled softly. It was no bigger than her own palm as it floated before her very eyes. Casey had seen this very light many times, each with their own story behind them. Of secret serenades and dancing in the moonlight, of warm hands sheltering her from the cold. 
"Did you..?" Casey pondered aloud, hushing as she noted another light coming into reality. And another, followed by two than three twinkling all over. Each one brought a little more vision into the confined space, black giving way to plush blues and purple innards. The damp walls shone among twisting folds and bends, strands of clear fluid stretching between and pooling at the bases. Casey stared and twisted around to take it all it, forgetting that she was supposedly mortified by this place a few seconds ago. 
As Casey undoubtedly was taking in the scenery, her host was paying close attention to every little movement he could feel. Nothing like a little bit of magic to help keep his special guest comfortable. He could feel her start to move a bit more, unfurling from a lump at the bottom of his guts to situate. 
"Glad you seem to be warming up to the scenery." Kage chuckled, taking a hand to his abdomen in response to the sensation of smaller ones gliding all around. One could only imagine the slight surprise when he could have sworn he felt her pressing back into his hand, even through a natural border.
Something pressing back from the other side lulled Casey out of the slight trance the light had her been under. Her hands had wandered to trace along the winding surfaces, fingers pressing into the plush flesh ever so lightly. Thank god he couldn't feel the heat off her face in here.... could he? 
"I- I didn't realize." She admitted, though her hands still stayed along his stomach lining. Just another thing she hadn't realized about Kage to add to her accounts she supposed. "But um- How's it feel? From your side, I mean." As undyingly curious as she was about what was going on under his skin, she was just as concerned about what was going on in that head of his." 
Kage paused, a thumb casually brushing as he considered answering. She couldn't see the stupid smile across his face, absolutely delighted and smitten about this turn of events. Being able to hold Casey this close, allowed to keep her in a way that was originally seen as a nightmare by her kind. Little by little, day by day, years in the making, he had earned it. Willingly she allowed this, and so much more. But, that was a little hard to explain to someone you couldn't technically see at the moment. 
"Comforting I believe is the right word for it. He simply stated. "Tell me though, does this sate that curiosity of yours?"
The borrower grew quiet, looking back and fully taking everything in. It was much warmer here, easing her to lay back against him like she was doing not too long ago. Yes she was still damp to the touch, but that wasn't as noticeable with everything glazed in a thin coat that still shimmer under the now starry display of lights. Those ears trained back on the steady beats that drew her here, now much more clear as it lightly pulsed into the surfaces around. 
It felt... steady, secure. Safe. 
He felt safe.
"It... it does." She finally vocalized, pausing only to let a squeak of a yawn snake out. Fidgeting in an active mouth and fear really does wear a borrower out, combining with the alluring heat and plush dimly lit room. Those eyes felt heavy, fluttering and struggling to stay open now. "Um, Kage.... would it be weird if.."
A chuckle answered her before his words, rocking the room ever so slightly. "I'll let you out of your den after you get some rest, little rabbit. You're alright." 
And with that reassurance, both settled in for a spell, Casey drifting back off against Kage, and Kage more than comfortable in the silence with full feeling within. He could ask about her thoughts on the situation once she was all cleaned up. For now, both were more than content.
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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 5 months
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The pit viper naga removed itself from the man’s shoulder, returning its fangs to the back of its maw with a *pop*. It was just a little taste but enough to make the snake salivate. It drooled venom and spit over the prey in its coils, wiping its mouth with a rough leathery hand.
Venom in most nagas exists to paralyze, weaken, or kill their prey. But rather than slow this prey down, the viper watched as the man’s writhing picked up, his breathing faster and shallower. Everything is working as intended.
“Keep some of that squirming for when you're inside, love~.” it hissed, pressing its coiled prey against its body. The man could hear the churning of its stomach along with rather frequent *grrrrrrowls*. The man thrashed, giving the snake the perfect opportunity to shove his head into its waiting maw. Thick, strong gulps kept the squirming man in place as he quickly disappeared into the first stomach, then the second. It shivered in delight, feeling its body stretched in just the right ways.
The naga fondly pat the new bulge in its coils. Cruel as the snake was, it much preferred merely tormenting its prey instead of killing them. The viper would release this one - if only to take up the chase, again and again…
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