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Swiftly Swallowed

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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“This could have been different.”

Ace smirked, the ninety-foot-tall mare girl leaning back in a throne-like chair. Her usually pale skin was bare and had a mild tan to it, though hair crept up to the midpoint of her thigh, black and inviting with a sultry gleam to it. Like most monster girls, she had a mostly humanoid face, though her painted crimson lips curved up in a delightfully wicked smile. Her sheen of black hair fell over the back of the red and gold throne, though Ace was not so ladylike as to cross her legs.

No… In the gentle privacy of her bedchamber, she was as she was. There was no reason for her to hide, nor to shroud herself in any manner, wicked or delightful. Her hand was between her thighs, fingers plunged into her sex, though the mare girl fingered herself lazily, working two digits deep as the tips of her fingers curled up inside her against a spot that made her hips buck forward.

Above her, a small human dangled from a single foot. A thread – well, to Ace it was no more than a thread, wound around the man’s right ankle, keeping him suspended there. He groaned and flailed, clearly torn between fighting for what little freedom may have been left to him and protesting his predicament. No one that ended up dangling, nude and exposed, above Ace’s parted lips had many words left to spare, though some had curses for her. Some had strong words, others had pleading dancing on their lips. Yet their tongues had to be the ones to push such words forth and some were more willing, or unwilling, than others.

“Agh… You…”

His eyes shone with faux defiance – for what did he truly have to defy, even in a small way? Ace smirked, lips twitching at the corners, and opened her mouth wide, so very wide. He squealed like an animal as the thread lowered, suspended in the high shadows and rafters of her elegant room, though the little human, so much smaller than the monster girl, was far from in any position to appreciate it.

So, the thread dropped. It dropped him, still bound by that single ankle with his dark brown hair wafting madly around his head in a twisted mess, straight into the hungry mouth of the ravenous mare girl. For there was retribution to be had there, even as his cries echoed inside her mouth. Inside, there was a closed cave, a yawning, promise entrance that had snapped shut behind him, plunging her food into darkness. It was better that way, though whether that was for the mare girl’s benefit or his was open to interpretation.

“Mmm…”

She shuddered, relishing the moment. That little prey would never again escape her mouth, taking a one-way trip down to the soft, warm, comforting pit of her stomach, but she didn’t need to tell him that. Those were words… Not so much empty words, but words all the same. She took a breath, chest rising, wetness coating her fingers as her arousal grew, the heat of her honey clinging to the digits while she dragged back against her clit. Bearing the heel of her hand into it, she allowed herself a moment of pressure, even as the tiny inside her mouth thrashed and twisted.

Her prey fought her. Yet Ace didn’t really see any of it as fighting, not in the slightest, not when he was already captured. The flailing and thrashing of limbs inside her mouth was something she was more than used to, twisting and pushing, tiny, useless hands driving into her tongue, like they could indent it. He truly had made no impression on her in the slightest, though Ace wondered at how she could have ever thought anyone so small could have any real significance in her life at all. Size, after all, really was relative in the kind of world she was used to living in.

Ace caught his cries, how they echoed in the back of her mind. But the fighting of one so much smaller and weaker just didn’t need to be registered in her head, even as she pushed curiously at him with her tongue. Like any food, he had a flavour to him, but there was an intensity there to the dominance, of having control over something that had, once, thought he’d been able to control her. Of course, that had been a lie. That had never been true. And Ace knew that, which was why it was so laughable he’d sought to break into her home and sully her in the first place.

Still, it was time. Closing that chapter, she toyed with the savoury food in her mouth, pressing him forward against her lips, sucking on him as a washing swill of saliva flooded around the little human. He gurgled, his cries lost even then, and Ace grinned as widely as she could with food in her mouth. She never would have said the man was a mouthful, not by any stretch of the imagination, but a tiny sliding down her throat was exactly the way it was meant to be.

So, she swallowed – swiftly. She didn’t have to tip her head back, with the position she was in, and really all her efforts at playing with the tiny in her mouth were to keep them from sliding down her throat right away. It was all a ploy for her to get what she wanted, arousal spiking the very moment she pushed them to the back of her mouth, allowing gravity to help along with pulling them down her throat.

Their limbs stuck out, pushing against every moment, clearly wanting something Ace would never allow them. The bulge they’d become slid down her throat, no more than mere food to anyone watching. Of course, the mare girl was alone, savouring her prey in peace, but that did not matter. She let them meet their fate, even if they were not ready for it, enjoying the pressure and the release of it as, so swiftly, her food moved from visibility through the stretched skin of her neck and deeper still.

Down and down and down… There was only one place for them to end up and she smiled open-mouthed as they settled into the pit of her belly. A small bump on her bare stomach betrayed where they’d ended up, but she didn’t even bother poking and prodding them. She had far more lustful endeavours in mind as she worked her fingers more roughly, passionately, in and out of her pussy, a sharp rise of pleasure warming her all the way through.

As the mare girl’s tail flicked, she pushed into the ecstasy her own hand could bring and thought of the tiny squirming in her stomach no more.