Fatal Attraction: Gryphon, unicorn, horse, soft vore
She had to breathe her last in the hot, churning mass of his stomach, massaged and melted away into nothingness. otherwise, this pleasure, this ecstasy of despairing joy... it wouldn't be complete.
A Day as Egad (The Lure of Bondage)
The bear in a fox's body gently rubbed at the wolf's stomach, massaging his come into the fur over his eight pack. "that's it, kenneth. relax. enjoy that. you've been very good, you know? very good.
Northbound
He, of course, didn't stop, and soon enough, he had me on my stomach, massaging my back. it was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world, topped by very few.