Feel Free To Send Me Asks. I Love To Talk About Vore Or Answer Questions About My Ocs

Feel free to send me asks. I love to talk about vore or answer questions about my ocs 😁

"Naive, curious prey always taste the best. Maybe it's the wide-eyed idealism that makes them so deliciously sweet... Or maybe it's the joy of taking it away. That moment, right before the end, when they realize the reality of their situation - No, I'm not your 'friend'. I never was. Oh, and you won't be getting out of there. Life is cruel, and so am I."

"What in the world do you mean you 'don't want to die like this'? You should feel honored that I even considered you worth eating to begin with. Ah, well, I suppose beings such as yourself wouldn't understand the honor that has been bestowed upon you. Now, if it's any consolation, you were absolutely delicious. Oh, and keep up the squirming, it feels absolutely divine..."

"I understand that you don't want to die, I simply don't care. Now do as I say - shut up, sit still, and digest quicker. I can't be seen like this, and I have far more important things to do than sit around and debate morality with someone pathetic enough to get themself eaten."

Imagine you’re inside your favorite pred’s stomach, when suddenly the wet, squishy walls convulse around you as a rumbling belch sounds off from above...

“HuuuUURARRP... Heh, just as I thought. You taste just as good on the way up as you did going down~

Couldn’t help but line and color my sketches from earlier <3 I love Seamus so much he’s such a sweetheart, even if he’s turning you into sheep fat~

As Seamus always does, he makes sure his prey is 100% sure that it's what they want. With complete assurance from his friend that they want to be permanent sheep food, Seamus holds them tight in his arms, slides them into his mouth, and gulps them down his throat to his stomach. After a few hours of rubbing over his bloated stomach, Seamus hugs his friend through his gut, says a final goodbye(with a quick "You were a good snack") and lays down for a loooong nap. He wakes up several hours later to find his friend now just a meaty soup in his belly. He sloshes his gut around for a while to enjoy his friend to the fullest before going back to sleep to finish digesting his snack.

Sir, that’s my emotional support prey, please stop poking my belly

Kdnsjanejsissjsh I generally like same size more then G/t but this... This is good 💕💕

I offer no resistance to the pressure of his index finger on the back of my skull as it guides my head, pressing my face into his tongue. The softness of the muscle rises and molds itself around my face’s contours, the texture of his tastebuds registering on my cheeks. I try to tilt my head up in the hopes of looking ahead of me, but he feels my tiny struggles and a slight increase in pressure is all it takes to quell my movements completely. His breath, warm as dryer exhaust, hangs heavy in the air as it tumbles out over my back, the liquid heat of it seeping into my skin, and I can’t help but give in. Blind, I focus on the pure sensations. His finger slides my head forward, my torso following. He lets the tip of his tongue gently explore my chest, even the tiniest twitches on his part nudging my entire body around. I feel the ambient temperature around me climb as his tongue shifts under me, lifting me and pulling me into his mouth. I finally manage to pick up my head, only for his lips to close silently behind me. The edges of his teeth brush my calves as a slight suction pulls me in past his jaws and I find what little weight I have fully supported by his tongue. Just when I get the smallest semblance of my bearings back, shakily rising to my hands and knees on the subtly shifting muscle below me, he flattens his tongue, cups it around my form, and scoops me forwards, making me faceplant into its supple surface once again. I concede for good this time, going limp and letting myself collapse into it like a beanbag chair. I sink into it like quicksand. It rolls my rag doll body around, dizzying and disorienting me until I don’t know which way is up. Suddenly, he tucks me somewhere tighter, a firmer surface against my back, and I realize I’m pinned to his palate, just before the entrance of his throat. The world around me tilts back and hangs still and tense and I’m left there waiting, reeling… until at last his tongue lurches up under me, folding me into his throat, and just like that I’m pulled down into the darkness deep inside him.