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godbirdart · 5 months
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「 SHOW ME YOUR TEETH 」
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princesaltines · 2 months
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mouth skribbls
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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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voraciousbeast · 1 month
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since when does food play with its consumer?
your hands are in my mouth, and your running your thumbs along the ridges of my teeth. i can’t stop myself from drooling at your scent as you play with my maw. your aroma is overwhelming, and i can already feel the hunger in the pit of my stomach growing by having you so close.
good things come to those who wait, i tell myself. my belly doesn’t seem to agree.
you press your thumbs into the points of my teeth lightly, testing them. these teeth were made for destruction, to tear things like you apart, you can tell. yet you’re caressing them so lovingly, treating them not as weapons but as friends. i have to resist the urge to nibble on your fingers as you go along. not that i would ever intentionally hurt you like that. but it’s only natural for me to test my meal with my teeth.
you’re staring down my throat with thinly-veiled enthusiasm, teasing me with how clearly you want to be inside of me. but you’re making me wait patiently until you’ve had your fun. my breath is heavy and you can sense how badly i was to just devour you already. but i can be patient.
good things come to those who wait.
my stomach growls again, louder this time. you give a small laugh, looking down at my belly with the same fondness you gave my maw, as if to tell it to wait its turn.
i swallow preemptively, uttering a weak and impatient moan. the anticipation is killing me…
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finevulpes · 4 months
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blehh!! >w<
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owat if.... you sat in my mouth....... . . haha jk. unless...... . .. .
(this is my fursona btw)
(sorrryy the image is pretty low res cus i had to draw it in ibis paint xP ill see if i can fix it l8r)
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gt-preys · 1 year
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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.
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hemipenal-system · 9 months
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sure swallowing prey is fun but it’s just as good to hold them in your mouth and tease them. press them around and curl them up in your tongue as they struggle and whine, occasionally pushing them close to your flexing throat before pulling them back to the front of the mouth. they feel so cute wriggling in there. keep them safe between your teeth.
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yummyyummie · 1 month
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For Valentines day Marimoo got her gf Vexx a special treat to enjoy: herself~
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idoodle2draw-marquer · 5 months
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couldn't think of a better place to be than within your embrace,
envelop me, my lover
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voraciousvore · 1 month
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The Giant and the Princess (5/10)
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Content Warning: Mouthplay/ vore themes
Word Count: 2.8k
------ Part 5 ------
Ajax was giddy with excitement when he woke up the following morning. His heart fluttered every time he thought about the little princess, so cute and small. He wanted to make her happy today. He took extra time to bathe in a mountain stream and scrubbed every inch of his skin with soap so that he would smell nice. He clipped his nails so they weren’t so cracked and unsightly. He suited up in his finest garb, a leather vest lined with rabbit fur and his cleanest pair of pants. He examined his face in a mirror and tried to fix any imperfections he could. He trimmed his beard so it wasn’t so scraggly, brushed out the knots in his hair, and tied his long hair back into a neat ponytail. After some thought, he stuck a handkerchief in his pocket, so he could clean up any blood that got on his clothes. Once he was confident in his dashing appearance, he headed out. 
His mother stopped him on his way to the door. “Ajax! Wow, you’re looking handsome! What’s the special occasion?” 
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Ajax lied, but his face heated up and betrayed him. 
She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Did you meet a nice giantess during one of your expeditions?” 
“S-something like that,” Ajax stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t want to admit the truth. 
His mother pecked him on the cheek. “Good luck, sweetie! Knock ‘em dead!” she giggled.  
“Thanks, Mom.” Ajax excused himself with a small wave as he backed out the door. He hurried down the mountain and into the forest. Once he was out of sight, he let out a breath of relief. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how his parents would respond if they found out he was falling in love with a human. All he knew was that he didn’t want them to know. Plus, he realized the human wouldn’t be safe around his relatives. With some discomfort, he realized she really wasn’t even safe around him, if he got gluttonous enough and couldn’t restrain himself. 
With that distressing thought digging into his brain, he hastened to find food to fill his belly before he ran into Iris. He didn’t want to risk being excessively hungry around her, lest he give in to temptation. Fortunately, he caught a handful of deer in one of his traps that he happily swallowed whole, so that he wouldn’t get blood everywhere and mess up his well-groomed appearance. He snapped the antlers off the males, so they wouldn’t prick his throat on the way down. With his hunger sated, he headed over to the castle. 
As he camped out in the woods near the castle town, waiting for the princess to emerge, he spotted a modest group of travelers hiking in the same direction. He was sorely tempted to snatch them up and eat them. They would be such easy prey, with how oblivious they were, and so tasty too. However, he considered how Princess Iris would feel about him eating humans, and mercifully restrained himself. He wasn’t especially hungry at the moment anyways, with the herd of live deer thrashing in his gut. 
He wasn’t sure how to feel about ingesting humans. He’d done so for his entire life, so it was difficult for him to stop seeing them as sustenance. The act didn’t seem wrong when eating them felt so right, for no other food satisfied in quite the same way. Every giant knew that they existed to eat humans: It was the reason they were created by their god in the first place, to control the human population as natural predators. To deny himself that pleasure was to deny his true purpose. 
The giant frowned at these thoughts, conflicted and befuddled. A sweet scent snapped him out of his trance and he turned his attention to the castle grounds. From far away, he could see a tiny speck traversing the clearing: his lovely little princess. His heart fluttered like butterflies in his chest. She advanced forward with a spring in her step. She was carrying something in her hands, though he couldn’t make out what the microscopic little thing was. It smelled appetizing though. 
She hadn’t yet spotted him, as massive as he was, due to the murky cover of the oversized trees. He was a proficient hunter, skilled at concealing himself. Once she entered the forest, out of sight of the castle, he made his approach, stepping softly in the grass. The princess finally detected him by the swing of his massive boots in her direction. She looked up at him and beamed. He crouched down and swept her off her feet into his palm. 
“Welcome back, my little princess,” Ajax cooed, bringing her up to his face. He melted at the sight of her bashful smile. “What do you have there?” 
“I brought you a treat from the kitchen. I asked the royal chef to make a mincemeat pie, as big as I could handle. I heard it’s popular among the common folk. Here, open your mouth and I’ll toss in a slice,” Iris offered. 
Ajax was uncertain about letting Iris so close to his mouth, since he didn’t want to scare her, and there were obvious risks involved. Yet, he obeyed and separated his humungous lips and teeth to reveal to her the fleshy chamber within. She took a slice of pie out of the tin and placed it on his tongue. Ajax closed his mouth and sampled the miniscule crumb. As a giant, he was accustomed to devouring most of his prey raw, and often alive, so he didn’t eat a whole lot of prepared meals. He was surprised how delicious the pie was, with a complex mix of spices and flavors. 
The crumb of food dissolved in his saliva rapidly, whetting his appetite, so he opened his mouth eagerly for another slice. The little princess giggled and gave him another one, which he lapped up and savored until it was gone. He parted his jaws for more, drooling excessively in anticipation. Iris threw another slice into the wet darkness of his mouth while running her fingers through his beard flirtatiously. His hair felt thick and coarse on her skin. 
When he opened his mouth again, Iris took the remaining pieces out of the tin and put them all on his outstretched tongue. Her hand unwittingly grazed his tongue as she did so, allowing him to taste her for the first time. Her flavor outshined the pie by leaps and bounds. Before he could stop himself, he reacted on instinct and closed his lips around her arm, trapping her hand in his mouth and slurping it in. Iris gasped as her arm was sucked inside the hot flesh up to her shoulder. She tried to pull out, pushing against the cushion of his lips, but she was powerless against his superior strength. She felt the slimy bumps of his tongue sliding up and down her hand and arm, tasting her, and the edges of his enormous incisors touching her wrist above and below. 
“Ajax, what are you doing?” she asked, struggling to stay calm. “Let my arm go. Please?” Her shaky voice betrayed her fear. The giant heard her plea, and he wanted to release her, but his lips stayed firmly planted around her arm. Her flavor was divine, the shockingly strong temptation to eat her nearly impossible to resist. He wanted to suction her entirely into his maw, play with her on his tongue, and swallow her whole. The rush he’d get from her frenzied wriggling in his stomach would be incredible. It would be so easy; she was helpless to stop him. 
“I… I trust you…” she whispered. “You wouldn’t…” She leaned into his lips, and to his shock, she kissed him. She pressed her body against his lips and kissed him, passionately and fervently, like this expression of love would be her final act before her death in his belly. Of all the things she could have done, Ajax did not anticipate a kiss. He melted like butter under the influence of her touch, his hunger weakening into a tender desire of a different nature. His lips quivered and parted to relinquish her arm, which she slid back out into safety. Instead of pulling away, however, she thrust herself into the embrace of his lips with fiery ardor, touching his skin and mustache all over with her delicate fingers as she hugged and kissed his mouth with desperate, wild lust. Ajax reciprocated in kind, puckering his lips and retracting his tongue deep inside his mouth so he wouldn’t taste her again. He could feel against his skin her tiny heart hammering in her chest. 
When she finally drew back, she was shaking with a flurry of emotions. She was terrified, yet the whole interaction had been thrilling and exhilarating, even with the danger. Her body was hot and damp with sweat and saliva. Overwhelmed, she backed up into the protective curve of his fingers and huddled into a vibrating ball, her eyes moistening with tears. Ajax could only imagine what she must be feeling. He was shaken himself, by the violence of his voracious cravings. He was still tempted to pop her into his mouth and gulp her down, like the luscious little morsel that she was. He panted with an open maw, not aware that he was immersing her in his humid breath. 
“I’m so sorry, Iris,” he apologized emphatically. “When I tasted you, I got carried away, I almost couldn’t stop...” He couldn’t bear to finish his sentence out loud, to admit how badly he wanted to devour her alive. 
Iris gazed up at him, her glistening eyes wide. “You… you really do eat people, don’t you? I mean, I know I saw you eat all those bandits, but I thought you only did it because they were evil… just to get rid of them…” She shuddered. “Wishful thinking on my part.” 
Ajax shook his head. “No. I eat any humans that cross my path.” 
“So… why didn’t you eat me?” the princess questioned, burning with intensity. 
“The first time, I was so full I couldn’t ingest another human. Otherwise, I would have without hesitation, regardless of what you might’ve said to stop me,” Ajax confessed. The princess gaped in horror. “The second time, I was planning to. I almost did. But you were so grateful to see me, for whatever reason I couldn’t bring myself to...” 
Iris paled as she began to understand that she had escaped death more by fickle fate than deliberate choice. “I-I see...” She blinked. “What about now?” 
“Well, now,” Ajax began. “Now... to be honest...” He was stalling. He really ought to tell her the truth. He gulped and cleared his throat. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Iris.” 
She blushed hard. “R-really?” 
“Yes,” the giant confirmed. “However... I don’t want to put you in harm’s way. And... and... I know I’m a hazard to humans. I don’t think I can stop eating humans so easily, if I’m being honest. The cravings I have for human meat are exceedingly powerful, beyond my willpower to contain them. Not to mention, you taste so delicious...”  
He licked his lips as he started to salivate at the recollection of her flavor. He didn’t want to utter the next part, but it needed to be said. “You’re really not safe around me. Maybe we should stop seeing each other.” 
His heart sank like a stone in a river. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep the princess with him, hold her in his hand, kiss her, whisper sweet nothings to her. Yet, even as he imagined engaging with her romantically, his fantasies took a darker turn. He wanted to taste her again. Lick her up and down, rub her slim little body on his tongue. Savor her in his mouth like a delicacy. Swallow her whole. Relish her small form shifting in his gut, until she became a part of him. He desired her flesh so badly, so viscerally. His love for her extended into a passion to have her in her entirety, not just her soul but the meat on her bones, deep inside his core. The desires he felt both frightened and stimulated him. He had never known a love like this could exist, in such an odd form. It was a carnal urge for flesh, taken to the extreme. 
As his thoughts raced, he scanned the princess to gauge her reaction to his words. She didn’t respond right away. She remained huddled up beneath the arch of his fingers. Her face was white, her eyes wild and watery, and her body was trembling. Ajax couldn’t bear to see her in such a state, knowing that he was the one that caused her emotional distress. 
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I won’t eat you, Iris, I promise.” He didn’t know if he could keep his promise, but he’d try his very hardest. “Again, I’m sorry. Here, I’ll set you down, you can go back home, you never have to see me again-” 
“No,” the princess croaked. “It’s... it’s okay.” She took a few deep breaths. “I just need a minute to calm down.” She didn’t want to go back to her suffocating life at the castle. She didn’t want to believe that the giant was dangerous. She wanted to keep living in her fantasy, even if she knew it was delusional. She wanted to have faith in Ajax and put all her hopes and dreams in his gentle, capable hands. She couldn’t bear to lose it all. She’d rather be eaten than go back to a pointless and painful existence. 
Ajax did the only thing he could think to do, and held her against his chest like he did the prior day to comfort her. He walked in silence through the forest, keeping his steps smooth and regular. The princess gradually stopped shaking, soothed by his steady vitals. The giant hiked up the mountainside, steering clear of his home, where he’d run into other giants. He figured the princess had probably never entered this area, which would be too perilous for any humans to tread without the protection of a larger being like him. 
Eventually, he made his way to a secluded waterfall on the side of the mountain overlooking the castle. He opened his hands so Iris could take in the stunning scenery and refresh herself in the mountain stream. She rinsed off her arm that had been inside his mouth and splashed cold water on her face. Ajax sat on a boulder and placed the tiny woman on his knee so she could enjoy the view. She was awestruck to overlook her castle home, nestled in the greenery of the forest, alongside the afternoon sun reflecting off a distant lake. The sight was breathtaking. 
Despite the incident earlier, she didn’t display any fear towards the giant, and indeed clung to him more than ever. Ajax was amazed to see that her words didn’t ring hollow, and she genuinely did trust him. He supposed he understood, since she viewed him as salvation from her dreary life at the castle. Even though he had nearly eaten her alive, that kiss she gave him was overflowing with passion. There existed a bright spark between them, defying the odds. Ajax felt guilty for what he had done, yet he bloomed with tender affection for the tiny lady. Perhaps he was being selfish, but he didn’t want to let her go, even if his appetite was a danger to her survival. 
Ajax brought the princess back to the castle. He wanted to kiss her, but he resisted the urge to lift her close to his mouth, opting instead to nuzzle her with his cheek. His heart sang when her tiny hands caressed his skin and facial hair. After he set her in the grass and made sure she went through the magical door safely, he went home. He felt as if his feet were floating on clouds as he walked. Her mesmerizing scent lingered in his nostrils, filling him with sugary sentiments. He was in love. 
He was practically sparkling with dreamy delight as he stepped into his home, distracted by his imagination. His mother approached him with a knowing smile. However, her smile faded when she inhaled the distinct human aroma of the princess. She recognized the same scent from the last few days. She beheld her son with a puzzled look, but he didn’t seem to notice as he absently greeted his mother and continued to his room, humming to himself and daydreaming. Ajax’s father passed by him and also noticed the familiar human scent on his person. Neither parent confronted him directly, but they exchanged perplexed glances that reflected some concern. They weren’t sure what was going on with their son, but their suspicions were growing. 
Part 6
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No "Rero-ing" Allowed on the Road trip
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Guys I had to get this out of my head. Just the mental image of Kak doing the whole "rero" thing with a tiny Joot is so funny to me I can't explain it
Anyway, Joot close-up under the cut cause you can't really see him that well in the 2nd pic
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princesaltines · 1 year
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“peek for a peek”
a bit of a passion comic project ft @madmythologist's character kage, and my moth oleander!
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frootietoots · 8 months
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oh man. i dislike this So Much but i am too tired to fix it. goodnight!
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cerberusthenking3 · 9 days
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Slithering Snacks
Warning:This contains soft vore,fear of digestion(Doesn't happen), Graphic death(Side character),Angst,child prey,and a very threatening pred.
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Karira POV.
I sprint through the forest quickly as I hear the two men behind me.One of them yells, "Alright, honey, if you want to do this the hard way,I guess that's what we have to do"Very clearly drunk.I whimper as I sprint through the trees hearing them running after me.I sprint out into the field and turn around to see if they're close before I ram into something fluffy.It takes me a second to right myself after hitting whatever it is but once I am able to look at it,my heart stops.A giant,fluffy,and royally pissed looking pokemon stands there glaring at me,I think it's one of those paradox pokemon from Paldea.It starts towards me as I scramble back before hitting something else behind me.I look back slowly this time and see one of the men from earlier as he reaches down towards me and grabs my shirt attempting to stick his hand down in as I scramble and slap him before stumbling back between the two dangers.He mutters"Stupid bitch,that hurt"Then I feel the other man grab me and actually shove his hands up my shirt,I yell"Please,no get off me"He mutters"Shut up kid,or I'll tape you're mouth shu-"His sentence gets cut off as I feel his hands slowly slide off of me and see his friend stepping back.I turn and see the slither wing with its front paw through his head,it pulls its paw back now cloaked with the crimson liquid,some shard of his skull and bit of his brain fall to the ground.I quickly stumble down and attempt to crawl away as the the other man runs into the forest.It looks like he's gonna get away until the pokemon lunges after him and tackles him into a bush where I hear the disgusting sound of bones being broken.It takes a moment but I finally start to realize what's happening and drop down to cover my head.It went after the man first so maybe I can get out of this alive.............I hope but it doesn't seem reasonable at all.It slowly treks out of the woods with its claw in its mouth.I take a few deep breaths but feel my panic building,I start panicking and yelling"Im sorry,I'm sorry,I'm sorry,please,I swear I'll never come back to this forest again,I'll bring you food,anything please"In a quickly diminishing voice as I see the clearly hungry look in its eye.It leaps at me and opens its mouth widely over me.Tears stream down my face as I fearfully yell"PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THAT,ANYTHING"But the slither wing doesn't react at all as it takes half my body into its mouth in one motion.I didn't even think it would have teeth but I'm proven wrong by a set of fangs on the top and bottom of its mouth as it gently gnaws on my midsection.I can't struggle or I'll cut my stomach open.I close my eyes as it swallows and sends me down it's tight esophagus before soft saying"Mommy,daddy please help me"To myself and eventually I reach the point of no return,it's stomach.I gently sob to myself as I curl up into a ball,thinking that atleast I'll die in my sleep.
Pepper POV.
This young human who slammed into me while I napped was very adorable now that I could take a good look at it.She was attacked by those stupid disgusting humans,it's horrid actually because as I smell that she can't be anymore than 12 winters old.I feel her sleeping in my storage stomach and look over toward where I left the other human before I decided to protect the human.I let the softer purring noises I'm making actually able to be heard.The human subconsciously cuddles up to my stomach walls.I stand up and begin walking back to where I smell she cane from.It takes an hour of backtacking but I eventually locate its home.I approach the entrance of the strange den and see another creature exit the door,it growls out"Moth,what do you want,my trainers are already distraught enough as their cub is missing"I look the garchomp up and down before determining that's it's not a threat before saying"A couple of other humans were trying to forcibly court the cub so I dealt with them and brought her back to her den"He look at my chest before asking"Storage stomach?"I nod, and his face softens a bit before he steps out of the way, and I carefully squeeze through the door and see the human's mother and her mate looking ar me and then the garchomp in confusion before I lean forwards and begin hacking up the tiny human,which startles them but they watch carefully as she slides into my mouth and onto their soft floor.The female gasps while her mate runs over to check on him and I step back.I look towards the garchomp and state bluntly"I will be staying until I can assure its safety"He nods and says"You don't need to do that but it wouldn't hurt and thank"I nod and lean down to keep and eye on the human.
Karira POV.
My eyes snap open as I see nothing but darkness and try to sit up, but I can't because a large and soft weight is on my chest.My hand pushes out as I begin freaking out, but then the weight lifts and I look around,noticing that I'm in my room and not dead.The Slither Wing that ate me is standing in front of me and I see Giro,my families garchomp sitting at the end of the bed.My eyes begin to tear up as I run into the Paradox moth and hug it tightly around it's fluffy stomach where I sink into its fur.I ecstaticaly say"Thank you,for saving me"It reals back in surprise before using its arms to hold me closer.It turns to garchomp and chirps to him,before he walks to my drawer and pulls out a pokeball.Why do they have my premier ball?I give garchomp a confused look as the slither wing holds out its claw and taps the center before warping into light.The ball shakes three times before clicking and I stare at it in disbelief.I lean down and click the button and the orb releases the pokemon as I question"Why did you?"It's gives me a calm look before approaching me and showing me its open mouth,I shakily say,"Y-you want to eat me again?"It's nods carefully, and I say,".......okay, but please be gentle"It quickly shoves its mouth over me before swallowing me down in under a minute.I feel him rubbing me from outside before asking"So,do you have a name?"It's uses its claw to move up and down before spelling out the word pepper.So I say"You're names Pepper?"It's gives me a yes again so I say"Well welcome to the family Pepper,and thank you again for saving me"Pepper begins purring and moves to lay down,careful of me as I slowly fall asleep.Glad to have have gotten on this beasts good graces,weather by taste or personality and were spared by this gentle giant.
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gt-preys · 4 months
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I want to be slurped up into a maw. Tongue flicking up to help pull me pass the pred's lips.
Maybe it's a slow day and there's no need to rush.
He knows he can take his time with me.
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curiousmonch · 1 month
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Is it too much to ask for a huge dragon to be curious about me, taste me thoroughly, and play to their heart's content?
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