As he opened the door to step out into
the sun, he could feel his stomach rumbling. That hiker he’d swallowed a few
days ago was long gone by now, and while he’d been able to find some things in the
woods to sate his hunger,
“Don’t move…” said a light, shaky voice to his left.
Feeling an eyebrow raise,
The girl’s hair fell down either side her
petite, pale face in flowing, curly locks that reached just to her shoulders. Skinny
and small, she wore a pink skintight top that held her pert breasts in place,
clearly designed for movement. Below her exposed belly, a black pleated skirt
barely covered her hips, and
The too-large composite bow was drawn
back full and giving her some difficulty holding herself
“Um… okay. What’s this about?”
“There’s a price on your head,” the girl said, her voice squeaking a little, “And I found you first, so I’m taking you in and collecting.”
Conn tried not to chuckle. “So you’re a bounty hunter. Are you serious? Do you even know how to use that thing? You’re what… sixteen?”
She tossed her hair haughtily and seemed to gain just a little more control of the bow. “Nineteen. And my trainers feel I’m advanced beyond my age.” Her face fell a bit as she seemed to realize how that sounded.
“Trainers? Oh, you’re not even full-fledged yet.
Well, something that maybe your trainers missed…”
Her eyes wide, the girl shivered as
His paw stroked lightly through the hair of the shivering girl, “So what’s your name?”
“Your name, girl. Who are you, little bounty hunter?”
“D-Dawn,” the girl managed to get out, “Dawn Winters”
The way she shook in his arms, the rising
smell of her, it all whet
“I… I don’t know…”
As one arm held her struggling form, the other paw pulled at her top, forcing her arms over her head as he yanked it up. She squirmed frantically in his grip, naked from the waist up as he pulled the small swathe of elastic fabric away from her hair and cast it aside.
“I swear, I don’t know!” Dawn shouted, “My trainers told me about it! That there was a good bounty here. And they could be here at any moment; they’re both in the woods too. You don’t want to know what they’ll do to you if…”
The wolf stopped her with a long lick of the girl’s face. He closed his eyes to take in the whole flavor of her. “Mmm, delicious. I hope your trainers are just as tasty.”
Dawn struggled, unable to break the renewed grip of his arms as he licked her cheek again. “Um… they might be. Maybe you should just… let me go so you have room for them. Or I could help you…”
A hopeful look crossed Dawn’s face. “Wh-What’s that?”
Grabbing her arms and pressing them to
A swallow pulled her head down into his
throat, bulging his neck while his paws tried to force
her further in, getting her shoulders already past his cheeks. The girl writhed
and kicked as drool ran down her back, her legs now exposing the white panties
under her short skirt with each movement. In another greedy gulp,
Lifting her up just a little higher,
Within the wolf, Dawn was trapped in hot, slimy darkness, her whole body squeezed tight and slipping downwards towards the loud rumbling just ahead. She couldn’t believe it as she felt herself being undressed completely. Not even twenty years of life, just starting her training as a bounty hunter and adventurer, and now all she would amount to was breakfast for a hungry wolf. She whimpered as she realized that soon enough she’d be deposited in his stomach. She probably wouldn’t even be remembered; by the end of the day, he wouldn’t even recall her name. And even if Melanie and Zula caught up with him, by then she’d probably be nothing more than a belch in the conversation. She whimpered and struggled again when she felt herself being squeezed deeper inside. He face pressed against a tightly sealed opening, and even though she knew it was of no use, Dawn struggled even more ferociously against the clinging, fleshy walls.
Hooking the lace top,
Still, even as the hunger began to fade,
his stomach demanded more as it rippled around her head and entering shoulders.
It had been a little too long and
He reached a paw up and plucked the panties off of her feet to toss them aside with the rest of her clothes. The wolf managed to hold on for just a few moments to watch the cute little duo wiggle and wag just outside his muzzle lips. He noticed for the first time the pink nail polish that matched the color of Dawn’s top as the adorable little toes curled and uncurled as if trying to get purchase on something. He had to have her all the way inside, it had been too long since that complete satisfaction.
Loudly, he sucked each little painted toe in, nibbling for just a moment before a final gulp pushed them down his throat and inside his gullet. His steadily rounding gut swelled further as the squirming girl was pushed completely in, sealed up deep within him. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle for a moment as he felt her squirming around, both paws rubbing his bloated belly and occasionally feeling a bit of her leg here, the imprint of her hand there.
“My god, Dawn,” he moaned as he almost hugged her in his gut. “You really hit the spot today. Such a delicious girl, I think I might have to keep you for a while and decide what to do with you. Mmm, I definitely needed that.”
“Ahh, now I think we should see if we can find your friends, maybe get some answers there,” he said, giving his gut a light pat, “And here’s hoping they’ll make a nice lunch.”
Dawn had mostly settled down and seemed
to be just resting in his belly as
He was still trying to sniff out anyone
at all in the woods when
Without a stitch of clothing on, the
woman’s tanned skin was only covered in stripes of some fruit-based body paint
that had masked her scent. Her frame was lithe and strong, but not overly
muscled or built up, her jet black hair tied up almost in a top knot. As she
stood, her large-nippled breasts hung pointed before
her with a stripe painted from each one to her shoulders, and she was almost as
“Beast is clever,” she said in a deep, accented voice. “But no beast escapes from Zula!”
great, one of these.
“Not try to kill,” Zula said, with her own grin as her body poised for battle, “Beast worth so much more alive.”
Zula’s only response was a sudden whip of the
arm holding the net.
As the net managed to wrap around his
Zula pumped her fist in the air in triumph. “Ha! Now beast sees! Beast ate too much and was slow.” She walked around in front of him, gloating over him. “Now Zula take beast back to tavern and collect bounty. Beat Melanie in contest!”
Tavern. Melanie. A few more pieces, now if I could just get out of this net… But as he moved and struggled, the wolf found that it was an amazing bit of engineering that held him fast on the ground, wiggling like a worm.
Zula’s laughter at his movements annoyed him to no end, as did the fact that her plump toes with their little white symbols mocked him just out of reach as she stood over him. He was beginning to drool as he looked at her feet and finally got a nose full of her musky scent. If he could only reach them…
Then he had an idea. Remembering the passion in Zula’s eyes when she first missed him, the general tone of her movements, he thought he knew a way to get her closer. Worth the try.
Stopping his struggles, he looked up at her casually, “Wouldn’t you like to know what I ate that made me so slow?”
Her dark eyes shined as she sneered down at him, “Zula should care? Beast is prisoner now.”
“I just figured you might know a little bounty hunter by the name of Dawn,” he said, then licked his chops for emphasis.
Zula’s mocking tone began to fade just a little. “You see Dawn today?”
“I suppose you could say that,”
The wild woman looked more fierce now. “Beast lies! Dawn not get caught!”
“Little brunette got caught easily really. I ate her all up whole for breakfast. Gobbled her right down and she was yummy in the tummy!” He pushed his belly out against the net. “And this is all that’s left. She squirmed really nice when I digested her!”
For a moment the wolf thought he might be
laying it on a little thick and hoped that Dawn wouldn’t pick just the wrong
moment to move again and give him away. But with the way Zula
was glaring into his eyes and the furious heaving of her breath,
The wolf felt ridiculous, but the desired effect had been reached. Zula gave a feral cry of rage and gave him a couple kicks to the chest that he took in stride. He just had to hope she’d go for the logical target.
“Zula knock beast’s teeth in!” she wailed as she drew her foot back for a powerful kick.
Waiting for just the right moment,
Without a second to lose,
Ah, jackpot! Lunchtime!
Zula struggled ferociously as the wolf
The wild woman clawed at the ground as
Zula go right into my stomach, he thought, Yum!
As he ate his way up to her thighs,
As her hands came into range, Zula tried to land several blows, but with her position they fell lightly against his muzzle and ears. More of a nuisance than anything else as her rump slipped into his jaws and his tongue quested for more of the extra flavor along her skin, enjoying the mingling taste of bare flesh and the light zip when he caught one of the painted stripes.
C’mon little morsel, squirm just right, he willed Dawn. And you too, stomach, I’ve got a job for you once this meaty lunch gets inside.
Zula was actually trying to grab his ears now
as he gulped and glommed his way up her belly, as if that would somehow keep
her from sliding any deeper. She was a strong woman, but
Then Zula did the unexpected. “Help! Melanie help Zula!”
Damn, hope the other one’s not too close. Better speed this along, get that mouth covered.
Opening wide as he could,
That’s it… just a few more inches…
The wolf worked his throat muscles almost to the limit now, swallowing hard and feeling the pressure in his chest as the mounds of her breasts slipped into his gullet. Zula’s head worked its way into his throat and more of her legs and hips made their way into his stomach, stretching his belly just a little further. Finally as he took another gulp around her, he heard a twang sound as something snapped in the fasteners of the net and the grip of it loosened.
That was all
“Ahhh!” he let out as he patted the huge, roiling mound of his gut, “You may have tied my arms and legs, but nothing beats my belly!”
Temptation was strong to just settle back
and let his stomach start working, just digest the whole meal lying on the
cooling grass of the forest floor. Yet,
With extreme effort, he picked himself
up. His belly sloshed and bounced the two inside around as he made it upright
and started walking. The wolf needed to just make it to a different part of the
woods and a few hours to prepare. As bloated at he was now, there was no way he
wanted to try a face off with this Melanie. His experience with Zula’s net had told him enough on that score.
Melanie slowly moved through the woods, her rifle in her hands as the sun sank in the west. A few hours ago, she’d heard Zula screaming for help, but when she got there she’d only found a disturbed area of grass, an empty net and her companion’s spear stuck in the ground. It didn’t look good, but at least there had been no blood. She’d seen some heavy animal tracks leading away, but they’d led in circles and loops. Clever beast.
The sandy brown button-up shirt clung tightly to her body, its short sleeves rolled up almost to her shoulder as she stalked the woods. Her dark brown shorts barely even touched her thighs and she could feel the air cooling against her legs as the day was drawing to a close. The boots she could walk in all day, and had as she tried to find her quarry. Straight blond hair hung down to her shoulder behind her ears, cut so that it would stay out of her ever-alert blue eyes.
“Melanie! Melanie help!”
It was Zula’s voice again, coming from the west. She’d turned and hustled towards the sound. So the beast had merely dragged her off to toy with her, and she’d somehow regained her voice. That was good. Maybe Melanie could sneak up on it.
“Oh, help, help! Melanie, help, he’s going to eat us!”
Her pace quickened as she tried to shield her eyes against the sun. That was Dawn’s voice. Little Dawn being in danger was almost too much; she knew the young trainee wasn’t yet ready for a contest like this. But she had been so insistent. Now Melanie raced towards the sound of the voices and in the distance between the trees, she could see a distorted shadow. A bloated body and long limbs that could only be the beast. She raised her rifle, heedless of the fact that it would be worthless if killed. If she could just wound it, that would be fine, but if it came to protecting the others, she’d put a round in its head. Before she could squeeze off a shot, it stepped behind a tree, the sun hitting her full force in the eyes. Cursing, she took a few more steps forward.
The bounty hunter barely had time to hear the little zipping sound on the ground and to look down. “Oh, shi-”
The rifle flew from her hands as she was whipped off her feet by the snare and dragged along the ground for several feet. She scrabbled in the grass and dirt before she was pulled up into the branches of a tree to dangle six feet off the ground. She struggled and tried to move her legs to drop down, only to find they were held tight together by the rope.
“Hello there,” he said, “You must be Melanie. I have a few questions for you.”
She looked defiantly back at him. “And you must be the beast. Where are my companions?”
“You’re not in much of a position to demand
things, but I’d think that was obvious,”
Melanie lunged for him with both hands,
“Hmm, this is an odd color for a day of hunting. I like it though.” The wolf took her hands and slowly licked her fingers, moaning as he did so. “Not bad at all. Let’s get you undressed for dinner.”
“Oooh, when I get down from here…” Melanie began.
“When you get down from there,”
Transferring her wrists to the grip of
“Mmm, very nice. You’ll go perfectly with the others.”
He could smell her beginning to panic now, and had a feeling he might be able to get some answers.
“Isn’t there… anything I can do…” Melanie said in an attempt at a sultry voice.
She looked away from him, hardening her expression again. “Bounty hunters don’t reveal their employers.”
“I see,” he said, affecting a disappointed air. The wolf shrugged. “Oh well. If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just eat you now.” He began sucking her fingers again, one by one, moaning and rumbling as he licked them over, beginning to pull her hands into his jaws.
“Wait. Wait!” she said, “In my pocket! There’s a paper, it’s what we got!”
For the live capture of:
The Beast of the Eastern Woods
Due to recent disappearances in the woods east of the village, a reward is being offered for anyone that can bring the beast in alive.
ONLY LIVE CAPTURE
MUST PROVE TO BE THE BEAST RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST TRAVELLERS
this explains so much.
“And just who gave you this? How are you supposed to collect this reward?”
Melanie had grown brazen again and didn’t look at him or speak.
The wolf just grinned and took one of her hands. “Well, maybe I’ll just have a few lady fingers as an appetizer. Then leave you hanging there while you listen to me digest your friends.” He opened his jaws wide around her finger, taking care to show her all his teeth and let just a little drool drip on one.
Her eyes widened. “The Silver Lining! It was given to us at the bar in town, The Silver Lining! The owner said we could just bring you there!”
“That was almost too easy. I expected a
bit more of a struggle for that, really,”
“Wh-What? But you said if I told you…”
“Oh, my dear dinner, I said no such thing. If you’ll recall, I said that if you wouldn’t tell me, I’d just eat you. What I didn’t say is that when you did tell me, I was still going to swallow you whole. A delicious meal like you, just hanging here, and I’m going to pass that up? Not likely.”
Melanie made a futile attempt to pull her
hands away as
“No! No, you can’t, it can’t end like this! You can keep the others, I’ll pay, I’ll suck your cock, just please let me go!” the blond shouted.
Conn’s only real response was to work his jaws up her arms with another swallow, pulling them deeper into his maw and beginning to stretch her between the rope and his throat. Seeing the frenzied look on Melanie’s face, the wolf couldn’t resist. As her arms were pulled down into his neck, he looked up at her and moaned loudly. A paw rubbed his huge, full belly in slow circles as he stared into her eyes, working his way up her arms almost to her head.
Her struggles became more frantic then as
she wiggled her body back and forth, hair flapping against his chin while
another swallow pulled Melanie and the rope tauter. His tail was wagging more
furiously now as his tongue worked to soak the hunter’s arms in saliva and keep
working her down. The way the snare was tied, it had some give, but
Opening his jaws and giving her a good
view of her forearms stuck down his throat, the ravenous wolf gulped again,
slipping his jaws up to engulf her upper arms and her head. Melanie’s scream
was muffled quickly as
Conn worked his jaws with the next
swallow, slurping and smacking as he felt the two supple mounds slip in and
press against the his palate. The long line of her back gave him a good taste
of her flavor as he continued to work her in, stroking his paws up her sides
and enjoying the little spasms of her body at the ticklish sensation. He could
feel the rope beginning to really pull now as the younger branches where it was
strung began resisting bending further. As his muzzle lips approached her
His paws slipped up further as his throat
held tight around its prize, Melanie stuck halfway down his undulating gullet
for the moment. Slipping into the tight cuff along her thigh, his fingers
pulled and ripped along the seams. He could feel her thighs trembling as the fur
tickled her skin, and as he gave the other leg of her shorts the same
treatment, he closed his eyes and moaned at the little panicked movements
within his chest. With both legs torn, it was easy enough to rip the rest of
the seams and let the shorts fall in half around him, leaving only a pair of
red satin panties.
With that done, the meal was almost
completely naked as it still struggled its way into his jaws. A fighter to the last, to the wolf’s satisfaction. He gulped
and glommed, tugging fiercely at her as the snare tightened and threatened to
pull back. It tugged on her boots as
Each swallow was becoming more difficult
now as her hips slipped down into his throat and his belly continued to grow
even bigger with another female hunter.
Finally something gave way and he heard a
little shriek within him as Melanie’s feet were pulled hard out of her boots.
The snare sprang up as the branches returned to their normal positions, the
boots went flying, and
As her feet traveled almost automatically down his throat, making him rub his neck, something caught at the back of his teeth. The wolf coughed up a pair of thin black socks, pulling them out of his muzzle with a paw, while the third hunter was steadily deposited into his waiting stomach. He sat where he’d landed and panted as his round gut grew to immense proportions before him, the three bounty hunters trapped inside. He rubbed the sides as he felt them slipping and shifting around, feeling little impressions of each one here and there. He was stuffed and exhausted and wanted to just lay back and let his belly finish its work after a full day. But he had other concerns.
First, he wanted to get to town tonight. He didn’t want this guy at The Silver Lining (whatever that was) to send more hunters after him. The next ones might actually be talented or at least far less delectable. And he couldn’t really lug this whole belly into town with him, nor did he really have the energy for a long trek after the day. Then there was the fact that he couldn’t get his mind off little Dawn crawling around in his stomach with the other two. For some reason, he didn’t want to just lose her to his hunger. The sweet little thing had offered company, even if it was just to save her own skin.
Then he had an idea that would help with everything. Wouldn’t be easy, but it was worth trying. He began kneading and squeezing at his bloated gut, trying to feel around and see who was where. There had been so much jostling that it was hard to say, but from the size and feel where he pinched and squeezed, he thought he had a good idea of which hunter was which. A little more work, a few shifts of his hips, and he thought he had them just right. Not to mention that all the rubbing and moving them around inside felt incredible; he’d have to make a mental note to do that more often.
With everything positioned correctly, he squeezed and opened everything up inside. It took only a few seconds for a mop of slicked brunette curls to appear out of his jaws. As he sealed the other two back inside, Conn use his paws to help guide Dawn back out of his maw, finding he could actually somewhat enjoy her taste as he did. She lay on the ground, woozy and covered in slime as she blinked in the light and tried to find her voice.
“Wha… Huh? Where…?”
Before she could do much else,
Dawn was still a little dizzy when she asked from over his shoulder, “I’m… outside again?”
“You’re lucky; you were just too cute to
He could feel her trying to reorient herself and figure out what was going on. “But what… What about Zula? And Melanie?”
“A wolf’s still gotta eat.”
Tifa wiped down the bar as the last paying customers got up to leave for the night. She’d flipped the wooden placard on the door from “Open” to “Closed” almost half an hour ago and had simply been waiting for the few stragglers to finish up and leave. Technically The Silver Lining should have been empty and closed then, but she just couldn’t quite kick people out. Tifa didn’t mind really, as long as they left feeling happy.
She breathed a loud sigh as the door finally closed on the last patron, her round breasts straining the skintight cloth of her white midriff top as she leaned down on the bar for a moment. Black suspenders to either side hooked to her tight black skirt helped to keep them in place as she worked, but with the last people gone, she slipped the suspenders off her shoulders and relaxed. She could finish cleaning the bar, then go lock the door and take care of the rest of her duties. It had been a decent night, the first quiet one in several evenings, and the till and tip jar were both appropriately full. She wondered how much of it was her choice of simple fingerless sleeves covering her forearms and black nail polish carefully applied to each finger. Or maybe choosing to put her waist-length dark hair into a long braid with the two tails sticking out at the end. Of course it could have just been the combination of assets her outfit showed off. Whatever the reason, people had been generous tonight. With a smile, she tossed the dirty rag into the sink behind the bar and began to make her way to the front door.
As she reached for the latch to lock up for the night, the door burst open, making her stumble back. A tall, black-furred wolf in just a pair of jeans stalked into the tavern, a massive round belly swaying before him and barely fitting through the entry. Tifa took a few more steps back as he flipped the door closed behind him, his green eyes glaring at her. She had seen strange creatures during her adventures, and plenty of them had been friendly, but this wolf looked a bit perturbed.
“S-Sorry… we’re… we’re closed.”
“Oh I know,”
He took another step forward and Tifa backed further towards the bar. “I… Do I know you?”
“I would hope so. You’re the one sending people into my woods after me. What’s your name?”
“Tifa. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t want to hurt anyone around here.”
“I’m getting impatient, and I’ve still
got room in here,”
Everything clicked into place for Tifa in an instant. She looked at the flyer, then to the wolf and down at his huge, protruding belly. “Oh… Oh no… I never wanted… It was just supposed to get them away for a while.”
“Well, they’ve definitely gone away,”
“I did, but I didn’t. Those two were always coming in here, being loud and obnoxious and annoying my other customers. Then they started to bring their young friend and encourage her to do the same, and I worried it would keep growing. There was talk of people disappearing in the woods, but I thought it was just rumors. So I made that up hoping to send them on a wild goose chase for a few days and get some peace and quiet here.” Tifa’s face fell a little as she stared now at the gurgling gut before her. “But you were there… You… ate them?”
Tifa leaned back against the bar, looking off to the side. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt… I just wanted them gone for a few days.”
With a step forward,
“What?” Tifa looked up into his eyes. There was no anger there now, only desire. And raw hunger. “But it was all just a mistake; you don’t have to…”
“Oh I don’t have to do anything,”
Eyes widening, Tifa tried to slip to the side to fight him off, only to have his arms wrap her up and hold her easily in place. Struggling in the wolf’s grip, she was picked up and pressed to that sloshing belly, suddenly thinking of just where those two bounty hunters went. She could hear the stretched stomach gurgling and groaning, digesting the earlier meal, only to realize she was probably about to join it. The large lupine carried her to one of the sturdy round tables dotting the tavern and set her on top of it, forcing her to sit as he held her there.
“Yes, you have some wonderful looking
things on the menu here,”
Tifa tried to push free and get a good hit in, anything that would get just a little leverage to truly fight back or slip away. Calling for help in the tavern would be useless at this time of night, and she knew it all too well. Yet even as she attempted to land one decent punch, the large wolf’s arm pressed itself up under her breasts, pinning her midsection to the table as he leaned his weight firmly on her.
As he pulled her socks off, the barmaid
tried to kick a few times, but it was of little concern.
“Mmm, that is just… you really are a perfect dessert after today’s meal!” He said it almost as a compliment.
“But I’m not!” Tifa said. “Please, I’m sorry! I never meant to send them after you! Don’t do this!”
“Oh, but I thought you understood now, my
sexy little tidbit,”
Reaching around under her rump,
Feeling his hunger surge as he looked at
the large breasts stretching the fabric and heeving
lightly as his meal wiggled about,
His jaws wrapped gently around the smooth
flesh of the orb, suckling and licking all over the skin with a loud moan.
Tifa knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this. The beast was merely tasting her, and it shouldn’t send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. He planned to devour her, and heat shouldn’t rise to her cheeks. Yet she could not deny the amazing raw, physical sensation as the hot mouth engulfed her sensitive breast and the strong tongue flicked and caressed her nipple. She tried to struggle again, remembering where all this was leading to, even if for the moment the weight of him and feeling on her chest was something incredible that hadn’t happened in a long time.
Slipping his muzzle off of her breast,
“God, you taste so good. Can’t wait to have you inside me.”
As she heard his mutterings, Tifa remembered just what was happening and tried to push her way up again. Yet with each defeated struggle, she was growing just a little more tired in mind and body, beginning to truly feel the hopelessness of it. His paws shifted on her skin, the arm across her ribs letting up momentarily as he rolled her over on the table. She tried to seize that moment to break out on her side, attempting an escape move she’d learned early on in training. But the wolf was prepared, and a strong hand shoved against her lower back, forcing her to rest on the table on her front. Tifa’s fist slammed the tabletop in frustration as she felt those paws sliding down her long legs to grip her ankles.
Holding on tightly,
Tifa twisted and turned, trying to find some way to dislodge herself from the tight grip of the wolf. The nibbling and suckling at her toes sent trembles up her legs after the tickling of his tongue. Her mind raced trying to think of a way to pull away, to gain leverage, to escape, while all the while her body wanted to react to the warm sensation as her feet were slowly massaged down into a tight, rippling tunnel. Tifa panted, trying to hold onto herself as the wolf’s tongue slipped up to her calves. She had to remember that she was being eaten alive, no matter how the delicate strokes of the tongue felt along the skin of her legs.
The wolf swallowed hungrily, delighting in the bulge in his throat and the sweet, soft skin crossing his tongue and grazing his teeth. His paws fed her slowly in, slipping up her legs and pulling gently with each little gulp as he devoured the barmaid’s long, shapely legs. Her feet kicked lightly as they passed down into his chest, and from the shifting smell of his dessert, he couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else. Not that it really mattered to him in the end, as long as his meal squirmed all the way down. As her thighs began to slip into his muzzle, he let his claws softly scratch along the skin, testing how she would react as his tongue lapped along every tasty bit of her.
Panting, Tifa gripped the edge of the table hard as her legs were stroked and fondled down into the wolf’s body. She told herself it was to slow her slide down towards his stomach and had nothing to do with the tingling waves riding up her body or the way her hips wanted to push down towards that licking tongue. As another rolling squeeze pulled her legs further in, her fingers tightening hard against the wood of the table, Tifa tried desperately to hold on in so many ways.
The strong thighs slid easily in between
Her knuckles were turning white and her cheeks red as Tifa felt the wet tongue gently stroking along that sensitive area. The strong paws kneaded her breasts, making her entire body writhe against the table. She was forgetting what was actually happening, the raw sensations of the tight massage along her legs and stroking and squeezing at her hips overriding everything but the pleasure. She had to fight, had to keep struggling… but it all felt so good.
The wolf lapped deeply as he squeezed the
two huge pawfuls at her chest, brushing the nipples
and leaning over the table. Using the grip for leverage,
The loud gulping behind her reminded Tifa of why she needed to fight, needed to get away. Even as the sensations that the tongue had begun tried to continue, she pulled at the table with a fresh round twists and struggles, trying to find some way to pull herself back out. Her feet were sinking into a chamber of tingling, soupy mush, and the thought of just what that meant spurred her on. Her arms were stretched tight across the table, her fingers beginning to give as she slipped a little deeper, realizing her resistance was to no avail as she heard a rumble from the wolf’s chest.
As her easily stimulated breasts were squeezed tight with the rest of her body in his throat, Tifa once again felt that tingle of pleasure riding across her skin that threatened to make her just stop fighting. Still she tried to struggle, her arms flailing for purchase on anything, even though she knew at this point she had no hope. She was just food for the hungry wolf, and he proved it further as his tongue slipped up and licked her face, pulling it in with another rippling swallow around her body. The light of the bar was beginning to fade, and Tifa heard a gulp all around her that sealed her in darkness.
Devoid of any control of her own, Tifa slid into the deep, dark, tight chamber, her entire body soon curled up and sealed inside. Surrounded by a thick mush that she tried not to think about, she still knew what must be coming soon. All her adventures, everything she survived, and now she was just a dessert, served up in her own bar to a wolf’s stomach. She may not be able to make it out, but Tifa decided she would at least give this beast one hell of a bellyache.
Groaning and sighing, the wolf thought of Dawn back at the cabin and the possibility of adding Tifa to the mix. It certainly didn’t seem like a bad idea as he felt her moving about inside him and still tasted her on his lips.
“Hmm, my own delicious little harem,” he said to himself, “Starting with savory and sweet. I like the sound of it.”
He belly seemed to approve too as it gave
a little roiling squeeze around the succulent barmaid.
Licking his muzzle in satisfaction,