Intense teasing
Devourer considers willing prey in denial a delicacy, and will happily target them, as a certain mouse finds out the hard, teasy way~
For Mouseman
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Intense teasing
Devourer had interacted with so many preys over the years, but his favorites have always been the ones that are very clearly interested in taking the plunge, yet refuse to admit to it, and he would occasionally go out of his way to peruse them the same way people would go for their favorite delicacies, indulging in a rare and uncommon treat as much as he could.
So the moment he spotted the shy mouse that was looking at him at the vore bar they were in he went for him, the mouse's hormones matching perfectly with that type of goo dragon meal and only intensifying as the dramatically taller and muscular goo dragon was spotted by his future prey as he approached him, the smaller male already covering his head a bit and noticeably blushing more and more as Dev approached him, the mouse not moving an inch as simply waiting for the dragon to come to him.
And with him standing right in front of a wall it gave the looming dragon the perfect opportunity to use his muscular body to pin the smaller male against it and his abs, which were slightly bulging outwards as Devourer had eaten other food before finding the mouse, nothing living however, causing his chiseled abs to appear slightly overweight because of it.
The dragon was forward, saying that he knew the mouse was watching him eat and that he figured he might want to join the food that was smelting within him, the whimpering mouse was barely able to speak from how embarrassed yet horny he was feeling, barely managing to blurt out a few words that he didn't want to.
Of course, that's what the dragon wanted to hear as he leaned down and opened his jaws, letting the dense drool drip on the mouse's head as he breathed heavily on him, forcing the mouse to smell the dragon's foul breath as it smelled of dozens of previously eaten live preys and standard food, the warmth slightly tinging the fur of the smaller male as he stared at the wide open jaws, noticing the pulsating throat that was waiting for him as the dragon got nice and close to him.
But rather than swallowing, he started to lick the mouse everywhere, the purple muscle slathering him in green drool as the goo tasted the mouse everywhere as he whined and whimpered, loving every second of the licks but still playing unwilling not to be swallowed. Still, it was noticeably a farce as he leaned into the tongue and gave it a few rubs as the appendices explored every inch of his body the mouse didn't even notice that he had been lifted up and into the maw of the beast as he playfully nibbled him, tossing the smaller guy in his maw like he was bubblegum and bringing him closer and closer to his pulsating throat as the blushy mouse was feeling a whirlwind of emotions as he knew what was about to come, fighting against it a bit but unsure if he was being sincere or he too was playing with his newfound predator.
Regardless of what he did, however, get swallowed, the mouse slipping within the dragon's needy throat with a single swallow as peristalsis took care of the rest, the squirming the mouse was doing just paradoxically making him love this experience even more than he normally would as he rubbed against the squishy and tight walls, feeling drool and goo drips run all over his body as he was sent down deep the dimly bioluminescent esophagus of the gooey being, the already bad breath of the dragon only growing worse the closer the mouse was to the stomach, which also was growing louder and louder by the second as it awaited his slightly willing meal as he was still trying to fight his way out of this scenario he so paradoxically wanted and hated, but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that he was starting to like it more than he hated it, the active squirming having turned into rubbing against the squishy walls as they turned from the pink of the maw to an increasingly darker shade of purple, up until the esophagus reached its end at a sphincter.
With how teasy and hungry the dragon had gotten he was more than happy to open it up, and alongside it one of four in the drop that led to his main stomach, actively pushing the mouse inside rather than have him wait in the crop as most of his meals had to endure.
Not that the stomach was better than the immensely tight crop, as it was mostly filled with mush from the dragon's normal dinner that had mixed up with acids, the acrid and foul smell filling up the mouse's nostrils as he had to fight against his puking instincts as he noticed that partially digested food mush wasn't the only content of Devourer's stomach, some bones visible under the gastric foam he was being shoved in as he had to close his eyes before entering the acidic chamber, forcing him to take a deep breath of the horrible air.
Still, it was better than drowning in the orange acids, the partially digested mush feeling weirdly gooey and sticky as a contrast to the occasional hard piece of bone, or at least the mouse thought so as he refused to open his eyes under the acidic fluids until he felt his paws and long tail slip inside of the sphincter as it closed off behind them, finally allowing the mouse to move around and let his head emerge from the corrosive fluids as he attempted to clean his eyes before opening them to marvel at the rippling purple folds and the slimy and rising acids, the mouse no longer feeling anything negative as this overwhelming experience was all he wished, the mouse feeling his body melt faster than he thought was possible from how active Dev's gut was, barely managing to blurt out a barely audible “I love it" before peacefully sinking in the sludge, the happiest he had been in years.
Written by Devourer