8/8 Vignettes

The hero-turned-squirrel-turned-meal was forced tight as jit's maw slid closed about his head and hunched frame. that tongue noisy, lavishing as it slathered over him in slow waves.

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Unbound

The full feeling hadn't gone away and indeed he felt a pulse of profound discomfort each time the lynx pushed especially deep into him, forcing tight bands of muscles to reluctantly give way.

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