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A Lady Raptor’s ‘Meal’

Written by: Screpter

Date: 09/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral), willing prey, unsure predator, endosoma

The air of her home was comfortably warm, contrary to the fact that it lay in the mountains. The old holiday home that was part of a small, old resort held up surprisingly well despite the long-reaching fang of time, even though part of it was her work. To her right, sunlight seeped in through the large windows and the closed glass door that led to her balcony.

But right now, her flashing yellow eyes were trained on something, or rather, someone more important. In the middle of the room, on a chair that hadn’t crumbled to dust yet, sat a relatively new but close friend of hers. Her claws clicked sharply against the floor while she slowly walked her circles around him, his ears turning towards the origin of the sound while she watched the way the sunlight reflected back from his black fur. His blue eyes looked back at her as long as they could, but his stare couldn’t even come close to the intensity of hers.

“It’s a surprisingly daring offer, you know. To accompany a lady like me to her home, then to accept her invitation inside. Some would think you lost your mind.” She teased with a smooth, yet sharp voice, noting how Swendal, her anthro cat friend, seemed to squirm on the chair. Astrid, the enolaraptor rumbled, tightening the circle she walked around him, her head lowered slightly, as if she was stalking him.

“With such a lean, nimble figure, barely covered by anything… if I did not know it better… oh, but I know it better. You want to offer yourself.” Her pupils thinned as she jumped closer, making her friend jump as she leaned over his shoulder, turning her head to the side and angling it to look into his eyes. “You smell of the forest and earth. So sweet. Perhaps you would taste just as sweet, maybe sweet enough that I could not help but just e-eat you right up~” Her voice wavered for a moment at the end of her sentence, and her body tightened slightly. She quickly eased up on her muscles, hoping he didn’t notice it, while internally, she cringed. Yeah, good way to start, Astrid…

Swendal swallowed, but smiled as he shifted in place while she pulled back slowly, taking a moment to take a calming breath when he couldn’t see her, before she resumed her walking, now in a tight circle around the chair. Her tail moved just enough to drag along his shins, the contact between his fur and her pinkish feathers helping to further ease the tension in her core. This had to go perfectly; she wanted to, no, needed to give him a good time.

He counted on her…

From behind, she rested her taloned left paw on his shoulder, letting out a low, warbling growl as she leaned in again. She felt his body tense as she traced a slow, methodical lick upwards, from the base of the back of his neck to the top of his head. His familiar taste stuck to her tongue, stronger than before from the small, friendly licks she gave him. The muscles around her eyes shifted, her snout angling downwards as she gazed at the path of upturned, wet fur she left behind. Part of her wanted to fix that, but she ignored that, for the sake of the other, who wanted to see more paths like it on him.

“Sweet indeed.” She rumbled, pushing her snout against his head, rubbing it against it, before tracing another, shorter lick, before she leaned to his ear. “You could almost say… delectable~” Her paw slid down along his arm, her other moving to touch his neck with her claws. The touch never happened, however, as her arm stopped just before it, her gaze flicking down at the shaking paw. Too much. She thought, pulling her arm back. Instead, her lips parted, and she moved to nip at his ear, which trembled as her breath washed over it. This gesture also stopped; not even the softest nip with her lips happened. Maybe this is too much as well? Or would he find it not enough?

She pulled away slowly, resorting to continuing circling him to keep him from noticing her hesitation. “Maybe I should test that famous flexibility of yours. See if you could even keep up with a huntress like me~” Swendal shifted, then smirked at her, flashing his much smaller fangs to her. A challenge. Her instincts told her.

“Well, if you want to see just how flexible I am, we can always just-” She didn’t let him finish his tease, as she suddenly snapped her jaws at him with a loud snap, a low growl tearing up from her throat. The movement, however, didn't even come close to grazing the end of his fur, as she kept her head at a safe distance from him. She couldn’t allow a challenge from him, but she feared accidentally hurting him with a bite.

Both of them stopped moving, as her worries kept her in place. Her gaze jumped around his face, trying to gauge his reaction while fighting with her own feelings. Was it too much? Was it too little? Is he scared, or did he want her to take the tiniest bite? Should she even try it? Maybe she overreacted to it? She should be more careful, especially with how her instincts seemed to urge her to react to the challenge…

The raptor’s head pulled back ever so slightly, her feet dragging across the floor as she took half a step back when he angled his chin down slightly. Then, he winked at her. The gesture was simple, yet it brought her quick relief, her body relaxing again. She was doing well.

“Perhaps I was not clear enough~” She rumbled while moving to his side. Emboldened by the subtle action, she pressed her body against his while she leaned her neck to the side, half-curling around his head to whisper into his ear. “I am the one leading this hunt. And you will do only what I tell you to.” She whispered, licking his ear. His fur rose as he shivered.

She placed a paw on his chest, carefully dragging her caws down to his belly, watching him shift and lean his head back against her neck, causing her to growl softly. She nuzzled against his exposed neck, moving up to the end of his jawline. She rested her other paw on his side as she alternated between small licks and soft nips with her lips. The more he relaxed, the more she relaxed with him, and it allowed her to enjoy the closeness as well. Her chest felt warm, and a constant soft rumble shook her throat.

“You know…” She whispered, pulling him closer as she pushed her muzzle more against his throat. “Such a handsome, sweet guy like you sure makes me hungry. I wonder how good it would feel to feel the emptiness in my stomach with you. Just to think about how well you would fit in there, curled up and all mine.”

She moved to stand in front of him, pushing her tongue out as much as she could as she licked along the feline’s throat, then against his face as she slathered his face in her saliva, rumbling at his taste again. A part of her brain was already telling her to take him, her taste buds practically singing to her as she held him in place, taking a lazy third lick.

“You taste so… nice. It’s hard not to just… I need a better taste~” Astrid gave a playful growl, grabbing him by the arms as she rose to her full height. Her tail shook slightly as Swendal squirmed under her gaze, then watched as his eyes widened when her jaws parted. Her warm, damp breath washed over him as she opened her maw wide, her thick tongue shifting, eager to get more of his taste.

She remained like that, the corners of her mouth curling upwards as his breathing, visible deepened, his pupils dilating as he was unable to do anything. Then, she parted her jaws even wider, listening to her own worries over her teeth, not wanting to accidentally draw blood from him.

Then, her head struck down, and pulled his head and shoulders into her maw, her tongue slapping against his throat, before beginning to eagerly curl and lap at him. Thanks to his smaller frame, he fit easily into her mouth, and she relaxed her jaws slightly, a playful, but very satisfied growl making its way up from her throat. Her tongue pressed against a vein on his neck, and she could feel how fast his heart beat.

His body was rigid, and he barely moved, not even squirming anymore. There were no reactions from him, which left her with a pang of worry creeping into her mind. Maybe too fast? Or is this not how he wanted her to do it? Should she pull back? Apologise? She could…

The lightest touch snapped her out from the newest mix of worry and panic, and she realized he had finally moved. He rested his right hand on her arm, fingers sprawled out as a thumb rubbed her feathers. She let out a slow breath through her nostrils, realising she was overcomplicating things again. He was fine…

She continued to lap at him, her saliva sticking to his fur until her tongue passed over it again, collecting his taste. She swallowed happily, pulling back only the slightest to slide her tongue along his face. A grayling chuckle escaped her as she heard him sputter. She stopped, partly to allow him to get his bearings, and to hide another small freezing. She couldn’t let go of her worries, which only seemed to grow as she realized why her brain had been so focused on him.

He was prey. She didn’t know why, she didn’t know how, but her brain was insistent on that fact. He was food; he belonged in her stomach to fuel her body. And this scared her to her core. Swendal was a friend, not some slab of meat! He was important, and most importantly, a sapient being! How could she even…

Her eyes closed as Swendal gently squeezed her arm. She has gotten lost again. She is ruining this; she should focus on him and not on her worries…

I will not think about it… Astrid promised herself.

She was about to try to tease him to get back into her role, but had to quickly realise it wouldn’t be the best idea to talk right now with a full mouth. Instead, she went with the next best thing she could do, and pushed her head down on him more, swallowing when she felt his head push into her throat. She swallowed again and again, moving lower and lower on his lean body until her tongue could lap at his exposed belly, feeling the give of flesh as her tongue poked and prodded.

As if to work against her, her stomach has chosen this time to let out a long, drawn-out rumble, a call for her to hunt and fill her stomach with food. Her throat flexed around most of the upper body of Swendal, her nostrils flaring as she began to salivate. Her eyes looked all around as her body flexed, moving a paw against her flat belly as panic began to rise in her head.

She was hungry. Very much so, and it didn’t help how her tongue pushed stronger against his body, tracing long licks and exploring as far as it could, while his taste became more and more alluring. She widened her jaws, readying herself to retch and push her friend back out before she could do something she would regret, when Swendal turned out to be faster than her.

Except instead of pulling out, he rose from his seat gently, pushing himself down her throat a bit more. She shouldn’t allow this to continue, but he clearly wanted to move forward with it, even with how loudly her stomach rumbled. Astrid closed her eyes tightly, unsure of what to do, when she felt him move again. He wanted to go down her throat and into her stomach.

She relaxed. Fine, she will go ahead with it.

Against every worry she had, she swallowed again, pushed her head lower until her chin pressed against his thighs. Her paws moved to grip his thighs, and she began to raise her head, lifting the rest of Swendal’s body with it and trying her best to keep him safe from her teeth as she swallowed.

As his hips were pulled into her mouth, her tongue lifted to continue exploring, but stopped just short of touching his crotch. Should she? Can she even do this?

No, enough worrying. I wanted to give him a good time, and so I will! Even if I mostly failed…

With that thought, her tongue pressed up against his crotch, lapping and rubbing along the thin clothing that covered it. She realised with surprise that his shaft was already at half mast before she even touched it. Swendal froze in her throat, his cock throbbing under the shorts. As the meaning of this fact reached her, her pride swelled, and she rose up straighter. Maybe she hadn’t failed like she thought she did, and her teasings so far had a good effect on her friend.

As he began to slowly squirm in her throat, she began to growl happily, shifting in place as she kneaded the ground with her feet. Her growl then softened to a rumble while she worked her tongue to poke and prod at the shorts that she knew she couldn’t just tear off of him. He would have been too happy with that…

His muffled moan reached her ears as she finally managed to push the shorts down enough to push her tongue in, sliding it against her barbed treat. He released another moan as she curled her tongue around his cock, lapping and slathering it in her saliva, while the musky taste of his pre covered her taste buds.

She hummed, dragging a claw along the side of his thigh while watching his legs shift, his toes curling in and opening as she worked her magic on his shaft. The tip of her tongue pushed against his sheath, then slid further, dragging along his ballsacks as she dragged him deeper into her throat. She could feel in his squirming when he was getting closer to his release, and she squeezed his shaft with her tongue while dragging it along it.

His taste practically exploded over her tongue, and her rumble grew back to a growl, milking everything that he had to offer. She grinned, lips pulling up to expose her teeth as she watched his legs stretch out, his toes flaring out and shaking. Satisfaction and victorious pride swelled in her chest over having been able to bring a friend of hers pleasure.

Now, it was time to seal the deal.

Abusing the chance of Swendal’s legs straightening out, she angled herself, raising her head towards the ceiling, before swallowing, her head shooting forward and pulling back with the swallow in a flash. She repeated this until he could carefully begin to close her jaws around his feet, using her tongue to ensure they were out of harm’s way.

She brought a paw up against her throat, feeling the lump his body made. His weight felt comfortable, and it gave her satisfaction again as she gave a tiny swallow, feeling him move just a tad deeper. She stopped for a few moments to just feel everything, while thinking about what she was about to do. Her worries were pushed to the side quickly, however, as she remembered what she promised herself. She can’t go back now. What would he think about her?

Lowering her head to its natural position, her tongue passed over his feet, feeling his toe beans, before pushing on them and giving one last, strong swallow, sending him down towards her stomach. She stood still, unmoving apart from her paws that she held against the lump, following as he traveled down, until her paws stopped on her belly.

She was right to think he would fill her up perfectly, as she felt him curl up inside her stomach, filling out the emptiness just right. Her tongue passed over her lips as her paws slowly slid along her belly. Her thoughts, however, quickly moved back to worrying. She did it, she swallowed a friend again, sending him down to where only food belonged. This wasn’t the first time, far from it, but no matter how good it felt to her, her belly filled, it all just felt… off. Wrong, somehow.

His squirming brought her out of her stupor again. It seemed like she just couldn’t focus on it as she promised. But who could? Still, she knew what she was supposed to do.

“You fit in so… well, you know~” She said softly, patting her belly. “Filling me out nicely, almost like you b-belong in… there…” Her voice wavered, then died down as she just looked down at her belly. She was supposed to rub and knead it while teasing him, but even her paws stopped moving. Instead of doing what they agreed on, she couldn’t help but feel and watch for any movement that would signal her that there was trouble.

“You are just… heh… in there. In my belly. Completely trapped…” She tried her best to tease him while walking over to her nest, carefully beginning to settle down. She had to watch out not to push down on her stomach too much as she just watched, feeling it up with her paws to make sure Swendal was alright. She soon gave up teasing him, feeling as he settled down.

As if sensing her own thoughts, she felt as he pressed a paw out against her stomach wall, the organ rumbling around him as he slid it downwards. She knew he was trying to reassure her, but it was useless.

I ruined it. I cannot help it, he should not be in there… She thought, holding her belly while lowering her head to it.

“I’m sorry. It’s still so strange for me…” She apologised softly, listening hard to hear if he replied.

“You are fine, Astrid. You did amazing, really.” Came the reply from within, feeling as he continued to rub and press out against her stomach walls, which only caused her stomach to rumble and churn around him. Before she could say anything, he continued. “I feel safe. Thank you for giving me such an amazing experience, Astrid. I know this is hard for you, but still. Thank you for opening up more and showing a bit more intense, but fun side of yourself. We get to do this more, right?” He asked.

Astrid felt a small smile appear on her muzzle, her spirits lifted by the reassuring words of Swendal. She slowly began to run her paws along her belly, settling down a bit more comfortably, but still watching.

“Alright. I will think about it. You can stay as long as you like. But please, tell me if something is up, alright?”

“Alright.”