Being Eaten
At one end of the room the lion lay in wait, pretending to be asleep. He breathed convincingly in and out, his torso heaving up and down - in an almost comical way - in mock slumber. The tips of two angelic, crisp-white wings poked out of his upper back near his shoulder blades, and fluttered rhythmically with his breathing. Every now and then his eye would slowly creep open an inch or two, rapidly surveying the room, before clamping shut again. The tribal tattoos underneath his eyelids flickered like insects along with his looking. Not that he needed to keep looking; he knew he would feel the presence of the one he was awaiting as soon as he entered.
And notice he did, when the door to the boxy room flung open with accidental force, being cautiously closed afterwards by a tall grey wolf. Even though he was sure the wolf was there, the lion couldn't help but take another quick peek, trying not to look conspicuous as the wolf lumbered over to him.
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My heart beat faster and faster as the wolf approached. I was worried he would hear it and know I wasn't really asleep. Not that it mattered particularly. I didn't doubt he would've done it either way, but I knew that for him - for both of us, really - it was much more fun to play along. I would "wake up" when it was too late for me to escape.
He bent down and came unbearably close to my face. It was hard to keep my act on, and I could already feel my crotch stirring slightly. I sensed him standing up and heard him step round behind me. For a while, nothing - then suddenly, I felt something squishy on my toe, and almost flinched. Lightly he took me with his arms, careful not to wake me from my fake sleep, and pulled my legs inch by inch into his open maw. I shivered slightly at the sensation of his warm tongue sliding against my feet, and I purred quietly to myself.
My legs succumbed more and more to his jaws, and occasionally he would have to stop to widen the opening in his mouth before pulling me in further. After stretching my legs out and taking them in, he eventually got to my crotch, and with a careful and remiss pleasure began to draw them too in. I stifled several moans as his warm saliva trickled all over my now rock hard cock, pulling me closer to his welcoming throat.
Once he had reached around my waist, with my arms tucked tightly to my sides, I decided it would be a good time to "wake up". I gave a mock shout and started to squirm and wriggle, causing him to moan happily as my cock ran up and down his tongue and around his mouth. I could see down to his massive throbbing wolf cock, pre-cum trickling out of the tip as he pushed me yet further in by my shoulders.
In mock protest I kept on struggling, and moaned and panted as the warm, moist pressure of his oncoming throat became too much and caused me to cum inside of it, shooting sperm down his throat and against my constricted body. He growled and pushed the me by my head fully into his mouth, closing it shut around me. I was plunged into darkness, surrounded by his comforting pulse.
I felt his throat wriggle and push me down further, and I gladly went with it, sliding down his warm oesophagus down into his stomach with a plop. On the outside I could feel him rubbing his now enlarged belly, lying down and lazily masturbating onto it. I felt a constriction in the body as he clearly orgasmed, and I imagined his long shots of jizz painting the stomach in which I lay. I purred and went to sleep.