Last memories
My first posting here; a short story based on a little fantasy of mine. Enjoy.
I didn't see the crocidile until it was far too late. Being a tiger, I had never fealt the need to look out for predators that may be stalking me, and being a voraraphile, I never wanted to. I had only just turned my back on the water for a second when she sprang forth and grabbed my haunches. Her teeth sank into me, drawing blood, and I started to wriggle excitedly. This was what I had been waiting for. All my life I had been swallowing my prey whole so I could feel it struggle on the way down to my stomach. Now it was my turn to put up a futile resistance, and I could not wait. Her tonge lapped at the organ between my hind legs, presumably because she had tasted my excitement. I let her fellate me for a while, after all, the back quarter of my body was in her jaws, and quickly gave her a taste of my seed. She seemed to like it, and demanded more from me, and so I delivered; cumming again and again until she was satisfied. By the time she stopped making me orgasm, I was getting impatient. Being in her maw was certainly an incredible experience, but it was nothing compared to what her stomach would be like. Mercifuly, I felt her start chewing, meaning that swallowing would soon follow. She didn't chew hard, and barely drew any more blood. I was going down whole. All her jaws were doing were softening me up a little so her stomach would have an easier time digesting me. Of course, such extensive internal damage would be fatal eventualy, but I would be dead long before then, and it didn't hurt so I was content to let her continue. "I think I'm probably tender enough now" I purred after several minutes chewing "you can start swallowing" She took her first gulp and a little rivulet of my own blood spilled from the corner of my mouth. Her chewing had essentualy destroyed my body, and I was now just a furry sack of meat. Another gulp pulled me in up to my chest, and she chewed a little more just to make sure. More blood came from my mouth, and I could feel myself falling apart inside. My internal organs were reduced to a bloody, meaty pulp, leaving only my heart and lungs intact. She had been very precise with her chewing. "come on" I urged "another gulp. Before I bleed out. I want to feel you start digesting me" She gulped me in faster, and before I knew what was happening her jaws closed infront of me. More chewing followed, this time focusing on my shoulders and forelegs. More blood. A little closer to the death I had always fantasized about. "that's it, nearly there" I gasped "just a few more..." I was cut off as her throat closed around my head, silencing me. I was in her stomach now, and her digestive acids were pulling me apart into stuff she could use. By my estimation, I had two hours left to live at the absolute most, and that was if my bleeding didn't intensify. I felt her turn and re enter the water, and I immediately reduced my estimation to a few minutes. My air would soon run out and I would asphyxiate. I blacked out a few seconds later, waking up again to find that I didn't even have the energy to wriggle any more. Every inch of my body tingled, and that was the last thing I ever fealt. My heart fluttered its last few beats then became still, and I released one last sigh before my eyes slid shut. The croc petted her belly, as if to thank me for providing her dinner, and then propelled herself down the river to her home. She wouldn't have to eat for quite a while after a meal like me.