ND5 - Just Let Me Finish!
A fun bit, even through it didn't end up being as long as I wanted.
Just Let Me Finish!
Written by: Screpter
Date: 05/11/2025
Content Warning : vore (oral), feral, (un)willing prey, endo, disgruntled wife
The throat muscles squeezed tightly around his ankles, gripping and pulling him down ever so slightly into his wife’s throat as she gave a little swallow. Mason squirmed and shifted, but his ankles were held tightly until he stopped, his eyes remaining glued to the screen of his phone.
“Come on, Clara, let me just finish this one raid!” He mumbled, completely unbothered by the saliva that covered most of his scaled body, squelching each time he shifted in place. On his two sides, and in front of him, sharp teeth layered the edges of his wife’s jaws, threatening to snap together at any moment.
An annoyed rumble was the only reply he was given, a low hiss causing his ears to ring, making him shift and shake his head.
Clara, who was normally a very cuddly and sweet anthro crocodile, and of course, his wife, have recently gotten it into her head that he spends too much of his time during the night playing on his phone. He didn’t agree with her, so of course, she was right.
It also seemed that her patience had been running thin lately, as she had decided to take a Morphing Pill, which transformed her into a much larger, feral-bodied crocodile. He wasn’t surprised she had pills like that at all - she had always been the adventurous type, and still was - he was more surprised with how she took things into her own hands. Or rather, her maw...
“Shit, no! No no no…” He muttered as his opponent managed to destroy one of his towers, forcing him to send out more troops to stop the intruding rock golem. He was so focused on the game, he didn’t even notice as the tongue under his elbows lifted, causing them to slide off on its two sides, and making him faceplant into it with a wet splat.
“Clara!” He sputtered, quickly wiping his face as he tried to focus on the game, ignoring as his legs sank deeper into her, her throat muscles relaxed as she used gravity and her slick saliva to simply slide him down. She was taking him in slowly, graciously giving him so little time to win a battle like this.
He squirmed a bit, but was soon forced to stop as he felt it just made him slide in faster. His eyes jumped all over the screen as he sent out his own rock golem towards an undefended tower, spawning support troops around it to block any kind of resistance his opponent might send.
He tried to slow his descent by pushing his knees out, trying to grip her tongue by the sides, but it only resulted in a shift of her head and a yelp from him as he slid deeper with a weak swallow. Her message was clear: no cheating, or he would lose both games.
His golem began its attack on the tower, his many little support minions successfully defending it long enough to take the tower’s health bar down to half before the enemy was able to start attacking his golem.
His knees slipped into her throat with a wet squelch, while a low rumble came from somewhere behind him - whether it was from her throat over her annoyance, or from her stomach, which promised a warm, fleshy prison for the entire night, he didn’t know.
But what he did know was that his enemy sent a rushing bomb against his second tower!
He whipped his head up in panic, then jolted down when the back of his head bumped against his wife’s palate, causing her to jump and swallow around him, pulling him down to his hips. He cursed under his breath, summoning an arrow rain down on the bomb, then a duo of fighters. His wife seemed to find it amusing how he caused himself to lose time, as he just managed to kill the rushing bomb before it reached his second tower.
Lightning strike!
He yelled out in glory as he destroyed one of the towers of his enemy, quickly sending out a rushing bomb of his own to attack his castle directly, while sending a barbarian on a wild boar to attack the other tower.
Clara raised her tongue again, his chest rubbing against her tongue as he squirmed, his abdomen sliding into her throat. He muttered under his breath as her tongue kept on rubbing against him, and he knew all too well she was appreciating his taste as long as she could.
“Fuck! How?!” He cursed, eyes widening in despair as his opponent summoned down not only another rock golem, but a barbarian on a wild boar too! He scrambled to summon down troops, but could only do so slowly, his energy having been depleted faster than he expected. He absent-mindedly squirmed, pulling the phone closer, until he found that his arms were being forced to straighten out.
Only then did he notice his error, and his chest was beginning to enter her throat, most of his body being squeezed by the muscles around him.
“C-clara, come on! Let me finish this one!” He begged her, scrambling to summon a knight - his second tower was destroyed, but his two remaining troops held up the enemy long enough for him to send out another one.
His arms pressed against the sides of his head. He slipped deeper, his forearms pressing down on the base of Clara’s tongue as he tried to see the screen. His opponent’s castle was damaged enough by his own rushing bomb, if only he could send another one out before the enemy troops get closer to his…
Clara’s tongue moved up with another swallow, knocking the phone out of his slippery fingers. “No!” He yelled desperately, trying to feel around for the phone, only to hear it clatter onto the ground, the sound muffled by all the flesh around him.
“Clara!” He called out, desperately gripping at the base of her tongue as his whole body squirmed to get out. Maybe he would still have time…
Her throat squeezed around him with a steady swallow, the very tips of his fingers trying to hold on, until he began to slide. With the muffled sound from outside, coming from his phone, he lost, his body squeezed and kneaded by her throat as he was soon deposited into the warm, humid stomach of his wife’s stomach.
“I almost had it!” He protested uselessly as he pushed out against the stomach walls, which almost immediately pushed back, a loud rumble making even his bones rattle as he felt her sluggishly get comfortable.
With a grunt of annoyance, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling the ridges rub against his scales, bathing him in the warm slime that coated them.
It seemed like that was it for tonight…