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The Visitor

"So, your profile says you're prey. That true?"

The query instantly caused my heart to jump a few beats - for two reasons. First off, outside of my mostly secret internet adventures, no one knew that I had desires to be prey to some hungry predator. It was a dark fantasy that I had shared with no one in my real life, and kept carefully hidden from wandering eyes on my computer. So, to be addressed as such by this complete stranger that stood in my doorway was more than a little disconcerting.

And second ... holy fuck almighty, he was the absolute embodiment of my fantasy partner! Down to the detail of the tight white t-shirt! It was like someone had dug through my mind and gathered up all the fantasy guys that I'd wanted to have sex with and created that person for me. And he's standing in my doorway! A wolverine; tall and muscular with a slight belly, and a grin that seemed to shift between cocky and shy.

I know my mouth was hanging open, and I couldn't seem to do anything about it as I stared at him. I was frightened, excited, apprehensive, curious and aroused; my mind running a million conflicting thoughts about how my secret had been found out against what I'd like to have this big stud do to me in bed!

With my complete inability to form a coherent reply, the wolverine cocked his head, giving me an amused look as he maintained that inebriating grin. "I'm sorry," he said casually. "I caught you kinda off guard, didn't I?"

As my eyes slowly pulled away from the indentation in his tight shirt from where his navel lay hidden, I somehow met his azure gaze. "Understatement much?" My voice cracked in continued nervousness as the panic of my vorish secret having been exposed began to overtake me.

He gave an uncomfortable, quick chuckle. "Look, I know this is totally weird and inappropriate, but I ... I just wanted to talk to someone about this stuff."

My confusion and fear were imprudently tempered by my curiosity and lust. Just watching his chest move each time he took a breath was mesmerizing, and I wanted so badly to place my paw on it; to feel the warm, muscular flesh. "What stuff?" I finally mumbled, as my paranoia again jumped to the fore.

The wolverine glanced down and he suddenly had a sheepish expression. "You know," he nearly whispered. "Vore stuff. Eating people."

The words excited and terrified me. It was like everything he said was tripping opposing emotions within me so strongly that I felt I might split in half.

"Eating people ..." I replied, mimicking his hushed tone. My all-time greatest fantasy since puphood was to be swallowed alive by some big, hungry stud, but I'd never expressed it outside of the safety of the secure websites that hid my identity from the real world. And even given how worried I was about somehow being found out, hearing it stated had the typical reaction I would expect from viewing vore drawings online; my dick got hard.

But my unexpected visitor didn't seem to notice as he was grappling with his own inhibitions. "Yeah," he muttered, keeping his eyes on his footpaws. "Yeah. See, I'm, uh ... I'm a predator."

He looked almost apologetic as our eyes again met, whereas I was dumbfounded, suddenly wondering what his intentions were.

"I mean," he continued, "in the fantasy sense. I've never ... never, you know ... eaten anyone."

"I ... haven't either," I heard myself say, completely unconsciously.

"Eaten someone?" The wolverine grinned, taking the edge off that moment of awkwardness, and I gave a slight laugh as I realized what I had said.

"I guess I mean I've never been eaten." We both smiled. It felt funny to say it to someone, to speak about my deep dark fetish. And I could tell that my 'guest' felt the same way. "Look, um, ya wanna come in?" I couldn't believe I was asking a total stranger into my home, but curiosity was tearing at me. Since he'd already shattered my fear of being found out, I felt like I had to know _how_he found me. And what he wanted.

"Thanks," he replied, giving me that sexy grin as I motioned him in. "My name's Rockwell, by the way. Rocky."

Oh God, could he have a more perfect name? I was starting to wonder if I was even awake at this point. Adonis comes to my door and knows my secret fantasy. This can't be real, can it?

"I'm Bingo ..."

"Bingo the otter," he interrupted, smiling. "Four feet, five inches tall. Eighty-six pounds. Blue fur. Green eyes. And prey." Rocky casually sat on the couch; probably the only thing in the room large enough for him. "I memorized your profile on FurtherVore.com after I read some of your stories. I really like the way you write."

My level of concern jumped into high gear again. Was I dealing with a stalker? From a vore site?

"I left a couple of comments before," he continued. "My user name is Weapon-X."

"Oh ... yeah," I said, vaguely remembering having seen the name with a picture of Wolverine from the X-men as the avatar. "Ha ha, Weapon-X. And you're a wolverine. Cute."

"Well, yeah, but it also kinda applied to my life at the time. I had just gotten out of the Army when I found the site. Fresh outta Afghanistan, so I was still in 'soldier' mode, although I was trying to adjust to being a civilian again. But the name seemed cool, and it hadn't been taken yet, so I took it."

As I listened, I was recalling what he had written about my stories. Writers get so few comments in general that we cherish those we receive, and I remembered his being very gracious and complimentary. And inquisitive about my feelings on vore. And being prey.

"I've always been into vore," Rocky continued in his deep voice. "But something about the way you wrote your stories really got to me. It wasn't just a story to me; it was like you were talking directly to me about how you wanted to be swallowed alive. And digested. It made my own fantasies about wanting to do it ... real intense. I gotta admit that I've jacked off to your stuff a number of times."

I gave an awkward laugh. "... I can't imagine ... higher praise."

"But ..." He paused, giving me an intense look. "I wanna know more about why you'd - you know - wanna be eaten. I mean, I know the predator side of it, I guess. Sort of a domination thing on the surface, but with so much more about the idea of taking another living person inside you, into your belly, and ... making them a part of you." Rocky sat back, straining the frame of the couch, and chuckled nervously. "Wow. I've never said this stuff out loud before. Kinda weird, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm still pretty much in freaked out mode just from you showing up. Which is ... So ... How'd you find me, anyway?" I needed to understand how my secret had been compromised. Could one of my friends now track my online activities and discover my forbidden desires to be eaten alive?

"Oh, yeah, hey, I'm sorry," Rocky said, leaning forward to rest his thick forearms on his knees. "I knew just hittin' ya up cold like this would be weird for ya, but I figured if I tried to chat with ya online about this that you'd ... well, that it would be hard to get ya to want to meet in person. Part of what I did in the Army was tracking insurgents online. Using their websites to locate them. So it was kinda easy to find you, once I decided I wanted to."

"But why me?"

"Because of the sincerity you expressed in your stories about wanting to be eaten. It seemed like you were really telling me - or anyone reading it, I guess - that you really wanted to be ... eaten. Alive. It affected me in ways that had me honestly wondering if I could ever do such a thing ... You know ... eat someone. And I felt like you wanted me - ME - to really do it. Eat you."

I suppose there's a fine line between fear and excitement because I honestly wasn't sure which I was feeling. Hearing the words triggered the powerful fantasy that dominated even my sexual desires, but it also made me realize that they were being spoken by someone twice my size that I didn't know - whose intent I was still uncertain of.

As I felt my dick excitedly squirming in my shorts, I gulped nervously. "Are you ... are you ... going to eat me?" Never in my life did I imagine actually saying that to someone, and it continued the dichotomy of emotions that thrashed within me. For as long as I can remember I've always had a fascination with wanting to be swallowed alive. Cartoons proved to me that it wasn't anything to be afraid of, and as I grew older I accepted the more realistic concept of digestion and mortality within my fantasies. I often wrote about a fictionalized me in some fantasy world that would encounter some hungry predator intent on getting me into his belly after sexually enjoying himself. Sometimes I was willing, and sometimes I wasn't. But either scenario was enough for me to jack off to, always providing me with intense and messy orgasms as I imagined myself embraced within a hot stomach. Being digested.

Rocky flashed his cocky grin again as he leaned back. If his purpose here was to indeed eat me, my mind wickedly debated whether I should put up enough of a fight to prevent it. Maybe because I didn't really believe that he would - or could, for that matter - my need to run away was overruled by my sense of curiosity and - dammit - arousal. The reported number of cases where one individual consumed another were exceptionally rare. Although, that allowed for a lot of wiggle room in the cases that hadn't been reported. And I assumed there had to be a few of those, since the victim would not be in a position to phone for help if he was busily stewing away in a predator's belly. Each thought I had about the potential threat was met with another that struck along the incredible fantasies I've had for such a threat to actually happen to me. And the fact that Rocky was the absolute epitome of my fantasy sex partner slash hungry predator had my dick jumping like a sugar-fed cub on a trampoline during an earthquake.

He was ruggedly handsome; the low wolverine forehead giving him an almost brutish appearance. His face had a brown mask topped by thick auburn eyebrows that matched the rest of his headfur. His body fur appeared a lighter brown than his face, with blond chest fur, from what his t-shirt revealed. His arms were massively thick, obviously from good genes and years of working out. And his belly - oh my God. As much as I admired a well-developed six-pack, a slight bit of pudge was my preferred body type. I loved male stomachs, which could be an offshoot fetish to the vore thing, but I never bothered to analyze it. I just enjoyed the sight of a soft belly whenever a hot guy was exposing himself for whatever reason. If allowed, I would spend hours with my face pressed deep into a guy's stomach, lapping and nibbling away, and dreaming about how it would feel to be inside.

And I nearly came in my shorts as I thought about how it would feel to be in Rocky's stomach right now.

"I hadn't planned on it," he said, snapping my attention back into the room so abruptly that I forgot that I had just asked him a question. "But I was hoping we could talk about it. Our feelings about it. How it drives us to want to do something so ... wrong."

"Wrong," I repeated absently as I watched his big paw casually resting on his belly, slowly rubbing the soft mound.

"Yeah," Rocky said solemnly. "Wrong. Because what we both want ... ends up with someone dead."

"It's a fantasy," I countered reluctantly, finding myself oddly disappointed that the potential threat had seemingly ended so quickly.

"Exactly. Although, it could happen. It's not outside the realm of possibility since we know it's happened before."

I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Have you ... ever ...?"

"Me?" The big wolverine chuckled. "Nah. I mean, I jack off a lot to the idea of stuffing some small dude like you down my throat and feeling him squirm in my belly. But again, it's a fantasy. But I did know a guy in Afghanistan that claimed he ate another guy once. He was an asshole though, so I don't know if he was just bragging to be a bigger asshole or if he was really asshole enough to have done it."

"He really ate someone?" I didn't realize I was smiling as my full attention was on Rocky's every word. The casual way he talked about eating someone was exactly how I fantasized my dream predators to be. And he knew someone that actually did it! Well, maybe. But still! As horrible as I knew the event should've been, I couldn't help myself from wondering how the victim felt as he was sliding down the tight throat towards the waiting stomach.

"Well, like I say, he coulda been BS-ing us. But given that everyone in the platoon had killed somebody, no one really seemed too concerned. Well ... to be totally honest ... I jacked off later thinking about it."

Rocky looked so sheepish as he said that, like he was expecting me to react with disgust or anger. But since my own thoughts had already journeyed into forbidden empathy for the alleged meal, I had no moral basis to judge him for his reactions. And I found his honesty about the situation arousing.

"Wait," I said, suddenly catching a detail I was surprised I almost overlooked. "You killed somebody?"

"In Afghanistan, yeah." Rocky seemed oddly relaxed with the question and I imagined that his Army training was kicking in to help him cope. "The enemy. Insurgents. It was me or them. It was war. No fantasy shit happening there."

"No, I would figure not," I replied softly, thankful that I had never been in such a situation.

"But hey," he said grinning, "this isn't war, so let's not get all serious an' shit."

"Right, right," I agreed, following his grin. "Back to the important stuff! Like your belly!" I surprised myself with the comment since it obviously came from my sense of arousal as opposed to any standard measurement of polite decorum. But Rocky seemed amused by it and playfully lifted his tight t-shirt to expose his once-muscular abdomen.

"This little thing?" he teased, pointing to the plumpness and poking it with his finger. I was still feeling embarrassed by my unintentional boldness and said nothing; just continuing to smile as my eyes took in the sight of paradise. "Hmm," he continued, dropping his voice into a slow, sultry baritone. "I wonder if an otter would fit in there." With his paws, he pushed the sides of his stomach in, exaggerating the flab and making his already deep belly button a dark pit.

I was speechless, literally. My mouth fell open in pure lust as I watched him play with his belly and speak words that inspired my unfulfillable desires to be swallowed whole. And he was gazing at me seductively, which quickly created a wet spot in my shorts. Knowing that Rocky had read my online profile and the stories I had written that intricately detailed my fondest impossible fantasies, it was easy to see that he was intentionally pushing my vorish buttons. And with great success, I might add. I seriously wanted to pounce on him and bury my face in his gut and pretend he had eaten me, but he was still a stranger that I didn't know. Sure, he was taunting me, but I didn't know what the rules were in his little game.

But I assume he gauged my expression correctly, deciding to continue orchestrating the dance. "Come here," he grunted evilly, still rubbing his exposed belly.

Hoping that he wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts, I was next to him in an instant; my eyes having never left the bliss of his abdomen. And from that angle, it was apparent that his own erection was straining against the camouflage material of his pants. I held my paw just above the warmth of his stomach, unsure if I had permission to touch him.

And again, he wasted no time in moving things along. "Don't be shy," he whispered seductively, and I felt him gently nudge the back of my head.

That was all it took for my combined proclivities of vore and sex to toss off all inhibitions. I gently slid my face over the softness of his pudginess, taking in the smell and sensation of its shape before pressing into it and burying my nose and mouth and eyes. My tongue lapped at the fur and skin while my arms wrapped around his torso, pulling me further into his softness. I could feel the thumping of his heart deep within, noting that it was beating as fast as my own. Feeling his paw push against me added to my arousal and excitement as it prevented me from taking a breath. I didn't care if I breathed ever again as long as I could stay in the comfort of Rocky's tummy. But I kept my tongue busily tasting every bit of him within range of my wide-opened mouth, and finally scooted my head to his center where I could enter the depth of his navel. My eager tongue slid in, diving to the bottom to explore and taste every tiny crease and wrinkle. I felt Rocky gasp and reflexively push my head in deeper, increasing the distant thump of his heartbeat.

Even though I wanted this moment to never end, I still had to breathe and slightly nudged against his grip on me. A brief thought crossed my mind that he might decide to not let me up, and instead smother me. But the fear was quickly allayed as he complied by removing his paw. I lifted my face only slightly from his belly, which softly expanded back to its normal pudgy roundness, and took a deep breath. "God, I want to be inside your stomach so bad," I whispered hoarsely, practically speaking into his navel.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Rocky purred as his paw tightened against my shoulder. Roughly, he pushed me onto my back on the couch cushions and straddled me; his thick thighs holding my legs down as I looked up apprehensively at his cocky grin. He quickly pulled off his shirt and dropped to all fours over me, his now-hanging belly directly over my face. "You ... in my stomach," he grunted just as he lowered his full weight onto me, the warm, soft flesh of his gut forming around my face, trapping me.

Luckily I had the presence of mind to take a deep breath before being smothered into his pudginess, and the first moments were as wildly erotic as I had imagined for a predator brutishly teasing his prey. Rocky easily weighed three times my slender eighty-six pounds, and if not for the cushions under me, that much bulk might've hurt, especially if he were to flex the powerful abdominal muscles that were hidden under the recent addition of fat. But he was totally relaxed, allowing his flesh to fully yield against me as if forming a mold. As it was, I was completely immobile except for my forearms, which I used to hug his torso as he squashed me. Matching how my face was being smooshed into his belly, his huge erection was pressing into my abdomen; a perfect fit between my ribs. Even through his pants I could feel a warm wet spot on my stomach as he humped himself against me. A few rumbles from deep in his gut let me imagine his hunger as his heart pounded through the mass of flesh holding me down. I realized that my own heart was beating faster from lack of air, but before I had a chance to freak out about being smothered Rocky raised his body and allowed me a quick breath. And then he squashed me again! I was right back in the warm, soft flesh of his gut as he continued rubbing his cock against my stomach. With the awareness that he intended to give me periodic gasps of air, I was able to blissfully enjoy my predicament; this probably being the closest that I would ever come to my fantasy of being swallowed alive. It was an amazing substitution, combining my sexual desire of burying my face in some guy's belly while vividly fantasizing about being inside it.

After a few more well-timed breaths, Rocky finally lifted himself off me, rolling over on the couch and pulling me on top of him so that I was still facing his stomach. "You okay?" he asked, gently massaging my back with his paw.

"I've only dreamed about this," I wheezed, regaining my breath.

"I read your stuff," he replied. "I know what you want. And I know how you want it to end."

I glanced up at to see his cocky grin, but his eyes held a degree of maliciousness in them.

"End?" I almost felt embarrassed by my naiveté, but I was still somewhat befuddled by the whole idea of a stranger sitting in my living room and discussing my deep dark secret fantasy. I wasn't sure how to react to it except to respond to each of his suggestive overtures. Which, so far, had me so close to an orgasm that I knew I was going to blow at the first physical contact on my dick.

"End. Yeah," he continued in his sensual voice. "You, in my belly. Digesting. But we should explore how it starts first, right?"

Rocky opened his mouth as wide as he could; lazily extending his thick, wet tongue towards me. I was immediately hypnotized by the vision of his maw and the unhindered view of his throat. For years I scoured the internet for videos of this very scene; taken in by the longing to physically experience the intensity of gazing into what I fantasized would be the beginning of a journey that took me fully into a hungry predator. And Rocky was giving me that reality. I didn't even stop to think if he'd mind me touching his tongue, and my paw was immediately pressing into its center. The softness and warmth caused my entire body to tingle. Saliva quickly covered my pads as I gently slid my paw around in slow arcs, excitedly noting the subtle differences in texture from the tip to where it met his throat.

With both of his huge paws, he grasped me around my waist as he closed his mouth on my forearm. His grip was firm but gentle, simply holding me in place as he began to suck on my paw. My eyes were as wide as they could possibly be as I felt the sensations of his mouth and tongue work over my arm, tasting me, sucking on me, exploring me as if sampling a rare delicacy. His eyes were closed and he was moaning in pleasure, and I was very close to joining him. My secret fantasy was proving to be more erotic than I had thought possible. I knew the inside of someone's mouth would feel good, but with his tongue slathering my arm in slick goo as his throat gulped hungrily just out of reach, the sensation became one that I felt I would submit to willingly if he suddenly decided to swallow me whole.

And, as if he were reading my mind, his eyes opened to meet mine, and his expression exuded full-on lust. Without warning, he pulled me closer and my paw was sucked down his throat. Oh my God! For all the erotic sensations I had just experienced from his mouth, they were vastly eclipsed by the peristalsis movements in his throat! Rocky's lips were up to my shoulder as my paw was pulled deeper into him. The feelings were far beyond what I had imagined in my fantasies of being swallowed, especially since I always imagined passing slowly through the predator's throat; not being held in place to have its hungry muscles continually attempt to draw me further downward.

Rocky was breathing heavily through his nose; blasting hot air into my face as he tried to slide his mouth further over my shoulder. And I did my best to stretch my arm into him, hoping to actually reach his stomach. But that was not to be, as I was simply too short for such an event. How he kept from gagging with my entire arm down his throat, I'll never know. I imagine guys who have predator fantasies might practice swallowing things though. That thought excited me, wondering how much he had done to prepare for this moment.

"This is the most awesome thing I've ever done," I said softly after a moment of letting Rocky suck on my arm. "I never thought I'd ... how do I even say it? ... feel someone's throat like this. God, if this is what's like to be swallowed alive ..."

The wolverine's eyes gave me a look I couldn't interpret, but he began sliding my arm out of his throat, but continuing to suck on it, creating an amazing sensation of pressure even more intense than what had just been happening. His lips were tight as he slowly extracted me from his mouth, lapping most of the saliva off. As soon as my paw was free, he shot his cocky grin at me.

"How far are you willing to go?" he asked as he leaned forward to sloppily lick my face with the full length of his tongue.

I was still halfway laying on him as we both stretched out on the couch, and I noticed that my paw - consciously or unconsciously - was resting on his belly. Something not lost on Rocky as his much larger paw covered mine, holding it in place so I could feel the deep rumbling from inside. If I allowed my current sense of fascination to answer his question, I'd most likely respond that I wanted him to fully take me into him, swallowing me alive. And I wasn't sure if I felt fear or excitement for considering that! Having just been given an idea of what being eaten would feel like, my life-long fantasy was causing any rational thought to spin wildly out of control. How far DID I want to take this? Was he actually offering to eat me? I felt my dick straining against my shorts, begging for release as the crazy, irrational desires overwhelmed me. God dammit, I wanted to be in his belly! I wanted to know what it would feel like inside his stomach, waiting to be digested! Could I really go all the way?

But in a moment of weakness, I pussed out. "How ... how far are YOU willing to go?" I nervously asked, totally deflecting the situation out of fear of giving in to my ultimate - and fatal - desire.

I could sense his disappointment, and guilt swept over me. He was helping make the fantasy I've always dreamed of a reality, and I responded like a scared puppy. But Rocky didn't let the moment linger as his grin quickly returned.

"Me?" he responded seductively. "All the way." He hugged me against his torso, ensuring I couldn't back away. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste a guy, run my tongue over every inch of his squirming body as I slowly shoved him into my mouth and down my throat. I want to feed off his helplessness as he squeezes deep into me and knows that he's nothing but meat to me now. I want to hear his muffled cries as he slips into my stomach, and I want to feel my belly bulge out with my living meal as he struggles against the tightness against him. I want to know when he submits to his fate, to be churned and massaged by the hungry flesh that's going to digest him and make him a part of me. I want everything that he was to become what makes me stronger. His essence into mine."

My mouth hung open as I stared at him, still held against his body.

"I dunno," he said softly after a moment of my being too aroused to speak. "It's hard for me to put the feelings into words."

"No, no, you did great," I responded hoarsely.

"But it's more the feelings than the ways I can express 'em," he continued. Relaxing his gentle grip on me I stayed right where I was since it felt so good to be against his warmth - even as I thought how much warmer it would be inside him.

"I know what you mean," I said as I pressed against his soft, muscular torso. "As much as I've written about how deeply I want to be swallowed alive, the words have never matched my passion or desire. I wish I could convey in a story ... be able to write in a way that would do justice to my overwhelming need to be engulfed within the warm, consuming flesh of your stomach. To have my life completed by becoming a part of someone else. Like ... you."

Rocky looked at me and licked his lips, and I immediately wondered if I'd just given my final dissertation.

"Maybe you should stop talkin' like that," he mumbled apologetically, "or I won't be responsible for what happens."

"I could talk you into eating me?" I asked with naive bravado.

"It's not my intention - and wasn't when I came here. I just wanted to talk about it. But hey, I think you understand how strong a desire it is in me the same way it is in you. And what you just said ... it's exactly what I wanted to hear because it gives me a whole shitload of crap to fantasize about. But if you keep going, then ... it's ... it's like when you're having sex and you hit that point where you're gonna cum. I couldn't stop from shootin' once I hit that point of no return. It's like what you were sayin' - about how bad you want to feel bein' in my belly. Just as much, I wanna feel you in there and it's like if you keep sayin' you want it, I dunno if I can keep from ... cummin'. Ya know what I mean? I think there's a point of no return there that we might both regret."

My dick was rock hard. And I was light headed with arousal. "I'm not so sure I'd regret it," I muttered under my breath. I was again more excited than I'd ever been about my fantasy, and also terrified. I was having serious thoughts about wanting to be eaten as I lay against someone who could easily make that happen. I've wanted this all my life. But did I really want it? My dick was rock hard.

"What're ya thinkin'?" Rocky asked after a moment.

"When you ... when you had my arm in ... in your throat ..." Oh fuck, my mouth is going off with my brain in neutral! " ... was it ... do you ... do you think my head would ... fit in your mouth?" Okay, that's it. I've just set myself up to be the next meal for this big wolverine. I felt faint but also excited. What was I doing??

But Rocky didn't answer right away. Instead, he lifted me off him so he could look me in the face. His expression was deadly serious as he seemed to study me. I couldn't tell if he was going to shove me down his throat or yell at me for being so stupid. And then that sexy grin of his returned.

"Wanna find out?" he asked seductively, again opening his maw for me to gaze into.

As Rocky was still reclined on the couch, I was now basically straddling him with my front paws resting on his huge chest. He was no longer holding me, so any movement was of my own volition. I leaned forward towards his gaping mouth, mesmerized by the sight of the long thick tongue and dark pink flesh with rows of sharp teeth - all leading towards his throat, which undulated as he took in each breath. I couldn't help but imagine it as the path to paradise; the glorious beginning of the all-too-short journey that would end in the most awesome of places I could ever imagine being - his stomach. And already knowing how amazing it felt within his throat, my urges to experience the fullness of my desire overruled whatever survival instinct I should've had.

I carefully moved forward and put my face on his tongue, snuggling into its erotic thickness. The slick warmth exceeded my fantasies as the muscles alternatingly flexed and relaxed to accommodate the extremes of my facial attributes. His hot breath had a slight, inoffensive bitterness to it, and it tickled my ears with the forced blasts. I licked his tongue as I buried my face deeper into it, savoring the taste of the flesh that was simultaneously tasting me. At this moment, I allowed myself to toss away all logic for the pure joy of emotion that surged into every nerve of my body. My desire for more now dictating my thoughts, I slowly scooted myself closer to him, sliding my head into his wide maw as saliva dripped all around me. Rocky's thick tongue was all over my face, tasting me and slathering me with his slick drool. I felt my cock straining for attention and grabbed it with a paw while balancing myself over him. And then - to both my fear and delight - he slowly closed his mouth, lightly forming his lips around my neck. This was it, I thought as I realized that my entire head was now fully engulfed. I felt his big paws on my sides, steadying me as he sucked and tasted me, wrapping his tongue over every inch of my face.

The situation should've scared me, I suppose. But I was so caught up in my lifelong fantasy happening that I couldn't be scared. I was in the mouth of a predator! And my most vivid imaginings could never compare to this! To say it was a tight fit would be overstating the obvious. The roof of Rocky's mouth was pushing against the back of my head, forcing my face even deeper into his tongue, and I could tell that he was straining to keep his lips sealed around my neck. The pressure against my snout was becoming uncomfortable, so I scooted my nose forward against the slickness until I was looking towards his throat, even though I couldn't see. But given the shape of my head, it relieved a bit of the pressure and also allowed me to take a breath of the acrid air in Rocky's maw. In the absolute darkness, I knew that my nose was right at the opening of the wolverine's throat as his tongue now slathered my chin and neck.

For the hundreds of times that I had fantasized about this - being swallowed - I was never able to fully realize all of the physical sensations that I was now experiencing. And even knowing that it would be a one-way trip, I was too turned on by it finally happening to even consider passing up this opportunity to slide all the way into Rocky's stomach. My God, if his mouth felt this good, how much more amazing would the fleshy walls of his belly feel?

I stared into the darkness of Rocky's throat as he continued sucking and tasting my head. The arousal was more than my dick could stand and it demanded my attention, so I slid my paw into my shorts and began stroking it. By the rhythmic motions from Rocky, I could tell he was doing the same to himself. And acknowledging the fact that he was jacking off to the act of eating me sent me over the edge. Within the black confines of his mouth, I gasped as my body tensed in the most overpowering orgasm I've ever had. My shorts had already slid down from my stroking, so I knew I was shooting my load all over Rocky's belly and chest. My moans were muffled but loud and I felt lightheaded as my orgasm drove my desire to be swallowed right then and there!

Then I felt Rocky's lips tighten around my neck as his breath came in jagged bursts. His roar was stifled by my head blocking his throat, and my own chest was suddenly covered in his hot seed. And I was shoved forward! What I thought was tight before was nothing compared to having my face forcefully crammed into his throat. Yes! My dream was actually happening!

Or not. Without warning, Rocky gently pulled my head out of his throat and out of his mouth. I blinked at the unexpected brightness as I gazed into his smiling face. I was basically sitting on his dick now as I again straddled his reclined body.

"Did you like it?" he asked with a childlike enthusiasm.

"You didn't swallow me," I responded, sounding as disappointed as I felt.

"Of course not," Rocky grinned. "I told you I had no intention of doing that."

"Oh." I glanced down and saw all the semen that our combined orgasms had left on his fur. Without thinking, I scooped a large glob of the still warm seed with my paw and lapped it up.

"You sound disappointed," Rocky said softly. "Did you think I was going to eat you for real? I mean ... you wanted me to kill you?"

"Death is but an afterthought once in Heaven," I mumbled, now wondering exactly what I was thinking. Was I that caught up in the sensations of it that I was willing to sacrifice my life for what should only be a fantasy? I looked down at Rocky's belly and placed my paw on it, again imagining what it would be like to have been swallowed into its warm embrace.

"Bingo ..." he started, and I knew he was about to give me some moral lecture that I really didn't want to hear right now.

"Didn't_you_ want to?" I interrupted as I slumped forward to lie on his chest. "Even for a moment? Weren't you thinking how awesome it would be to just let go and fulfill your desire? And actually swallow me? Even knowing it would be wrong? Did you at least think it?"

I glanced up to see him staring straight ahead, and the look in his eyes told me the answer. He had been right there with me. He had wanted it, too.

"It was ... hard to control myself," he whispered, still avoiding looking at me. "I can't count the number of times I've dreamed of having some dude in my mouth, struggling as I gulp him down into my belly. The desire almost took over. I dunno how'd I deal with myself if I had done it."

"Because I woulda died?"

Rocky's eyes finally met mine, and he looked close to crying. "Yeah. Because you woulda died."

I rested my head on his muscular chest and slowly rubbed his soft belly and sighed. Rocky gently stroked my back and we both laid there quietly cuddling. I had no way of knowing what he was thinking at this point, but I was still debating with myself whether I would've actually allowed him to swallow me if he had lost control. Or would I have fought? God, his soft gut felt so good and my desire to be inside it was again overwhelming me. So many times had I fantasized about this, the entire scenario where I take my last breath within the moist cavern that begins to digest me. Why would something so fatal be so arousing? I always die in my fantasies, and yet it turns me on so much that I always shoot streams of cum all over the room. It isn't death that excites me; it's becoming something other than what I am - my essence transforming into what the predator needs to survive. How can I explain that? How can anyone - even me - ever understand the appeal of being taken alive into the stomach of someone else to be turned into mush? But, dammit, I want so much to feel it! Somehow, the experience would be worth the outcome. At least, my fantasies have always told me that.

From deep within Rocky's gut, I heard a rumble - a primal call of hunger - and I felt my dick getting hard again. "How do you rectify it?" I asked quietly as I continued rubbing his belly. "Death. In your fantasy?"

His chest rose as he took a deep breath and sighed the exhale. "It's ... it's different in the fantasy," he whispered. "Sorta like it's an alternate version of me - even though it _is_me. Part of it is justified by my hunger, my need for survival. And from that, everyone else simply becomes food. Or, anyone that I've fantasized about wanting to eat."

"So, you decide beforehand who you're gonna make your meal?" My dick was solid rock now.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. "I mean, sometimes I've imagined strangers if I had no one in particular in mind. I've fantasized about eating you quite a few times."

"Yeah?" Dick was oozing now. "How did almost doing it compare?"

"No comparison at all," Rocky replied. "There's so much about the physical part of it that fantasy just doesn't match. That's why I got so close to almost losing control. It was like taking all the hundreds of times I'd fantasized about eating someone and cramming them all into one intense moment, but adding the actual tastes and feelings. I was seriously getting lost in the desire to fulfill what I've wanted to do for so long. And now it kinda scares me that I might not maintain control if it happened again. It's like ... I've been teased with my ultimate dream ... and its power is intoxicating."

"I felt the same way," I said, almost reluctantly. "I think I was really willing to go through with it if you ... if you had decided to eat me."

"Even knowing that you would die?"

I didn't say anything. I just laid on top of him and rubbed his belly.

"So ... your turn," Rocky said after a moment. "How do you rectify it? How do you enjoy a fantasy where you always end up dead?"

I listened to his heart thumping deep in his chest as I thought about the question. And I imagined how much louder it would sound as I passed through his body towards his waiting stomach. I wondered if it would beat faster as I was being digested. I felt my cock twitch against his leg and bit my lip to keep from giggling. "They say that if you die when you're dreaming, you really die," I finally replied hoarsely. "I wonder how they know. I've died a thousand times in my fantasies. Each death was a welcome ending to an experience that fulfilled my soul. Whether willing or struggling, each time it happened I became more than what I was. There's the idea of prey becoming a part of the predator - sustaining his hunger or nourishing him or making him stronger. But it's also the predator becoming the prey; forever carrying within him the essence of that person."

"I never looked at it that way," Rocky grumbled. "It's always just a meal to me."

"And that's perfect. For you. But see, if you ate me right now, you might just think of it as another full belly whereas I ascend to a higher level of being. Within you. As part of you. I become you."

"So, you don't see it so much as death, but as sort of a ... rebirth?" Rocky's paw was lightly massaging my back as I snuggled against him.

"Not a rebirth, no," I said as I considered exactly how I thought about it. The fantasy had never demanded that I rationalize it for me to enjoy it, and trying to defend what most would view as a weird death wish had me examining my own desire for what I had always wanted. And yet, the more I explained it, the more it almost made sense to me. And the more turned on I got by the idea that I could somehow justify wanting to be eaten alive. "More of a ... a metamorphosis. Or even symbiosis."

Rocky chuckled lightly which jostled me on his chest. "So if I decided to eat you right now, I'd be stuck with you forever?"

"If we prescribe to my just-now found awesome philosophy, yup."

"What about the big dump I'd take tomorrow?"

"Ew!" I fake-gagged and jabbed him in the belly. "I don't need to know about that!"

"But if you're part of me, it'll be you takin' the dump too, right?" Rocky tried to stifle a laugh which resulted in his stomach practically bouncing me off him.

"I'm sure my newly enlightened essence would be concerned with other matters," I said, also laughing. "Besides, there's gonna physical waste no matter what you eat. You absorb the good parts and ..."

"...Shit out the rest!" Rocky finished, using a guttural tone as he hugged me back onto his chest. "But the best part of you would still be with me, right?"

"Yeah," I said, happy that we seemed to have worked out our concerns over the aspect of death.

"Your way makes it easier to deal with, I think," Rocky mused. "I wouldn't really be killing you. I'd be enhancing your spirit by joining you with me."

"Yeah, it's not death; it's a transition."

"Huh," he said as he appeared to be contemplating the whole thing which made me wonder if we had both just come to an agreement about our fantasies that was about to cross well into reality. I felt nervous even as my cock stiffened at the thought. "But is it still okay if all I want is to have my belly full of otter?" Rocky looked down to give me his sexy grin.

"Um, well ... sure," I replied, again concerned that I may have created a situation where a now guilt-free wolverine might decide to appease his lifelong desire - and hunger. "If we both prescribe to the concepts of life continuing beyond digestion, then the groundwork is laid down and it doesn't need to be evaluated at each instance. It's accepted and the act then becomes routine." Oh my God, I'm giving him more ammo to just grab me and eat me! But if I believe what I said, and it's something I've always wanted, should I be worried? Or should I continue pushing the idea until he's so accepting of it that he eats me without thinking there's anything wrong? By the way my dick was throbbing, I knew which way it was voting.

Rocky nudged my chin so that I was looking up into his face. "Hey," he said softly, as if he were proposing to me. "I want you in my belly."

Given how the conversation had just gone, I wasn't completely surprised by this, but my own belly twisted into a nervous knot even though my boner was again straining for release. His expression was so calm, showing a serenity that totally belied the implication of the statement. I felt a rumble from deep within him and knew that his desire to sate the life-long hunger that his predator side had never been able to express was now fully within his grasp. I had talked him out of the considerations of morality blocking his dream. Hell, I talked myself out of them as well! As willing as Rocky might be to eat me, I couldn't deny that I was feeling just as willing to allow it! And with his declaration, I wasn't certain that declining him would matter - even if I decided to decline.

After all, this is exactly what I'd dreamed of all my life, right? A big, strong, handsome predator that would swallow me alive, stuffing me down his maw and throat and into his waiting belly. I knew it would be a struggle for both of us to accomplish. Given that my head barely fit in his mouth, could he even stretch his throat enough for me to pass through? But, difficulties aside, we would be rewarded with what we both needed; me in his stomach. To be digested. To be absorbed into him. And to die.

If I were to listen to the pleading of my cock, I'd already be sticking my head in Rocky's mouth again with the full intent of his completing the act this time, but the rational side of me kept me where I was; lying on his chest, listening to his excited heart beat and the earnest grumbles from deep in his gut. It was the grumbling that weakened me. To know that his stomach was calling out to me, eagerly awaiting the moment where it would welcome me into its warm, fleshy embrace systematically broke down the barriers of logic that would normally ensure my survival. Even understanding the outcome, my resolve diminished under the desire to finally live out my perpetually enduring fantasy. My lifelong dream. My uncompromising infatuation with needing to be eaten alive.

"Rocky," I said hesitantly, aware of the commitment I was about to make. "You ... you want me in your belly, and ..." I stopped to swallow, not intending it to be a dramatic pause, "... and I want that too. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life, I need for you to eat me alive. I need to be in you. In your stomach."

I couldn't read Rocky's piercing expression, and I stopped him before he could interrupt me.

"But not today," I continued. "We both want this, but it's too soon. Too fast."

The intensity of his eyes softened and he appeared relieved. I felt his chest push outward with a deep breath and I knew that my assessment of the moment was correct, and I sighed my relief too. His big paw was gently massaging my back again as I rested my head back on his chest. We lay like that for a good five minutes, both quiet expect for the occasional growl from his belly.

"So, what you're saying is that ... we're going to really do it someday? I'm going to swallow you? Eat you? All the way?" His voice was soft and calm and I smiled at the inquisitive tone.

"We are," I replied just as subdued. "Soon. After we get to know each other more. After we explore deeper what the whole thing means to each other. See, before we grant each other their lifelong fantasy, I want us to work past any possible remaining sense of guilt so that doing it won't be distracted by any feelings of wrongness. I know it will be the greatest moment of my life, and I need to know that it will for you too."

I could swear I heard Ricky purr. "I look forward to that day," he whispered.

"Me too."

"For now ... can we just stay here? Cuddling like this?"

"Mmhmm," I sighed happily. "Or ... we could go to my bedroom."

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