No, Stop. You Dont Know What Youre Doing To Me.

No, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.

It’s not just that. It’s the way you look, the way you move. The way you smell. Everything about you. The way your heart is fluttering like a bird in a cage, every nerve in your body on fire. You’re stiff with fear. You’ve got to relax, got to calm down.

Please. You have to stop shaking like that. I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t want to hurt you, trust me I don’t, but I will if you don’t calm down.

It’s not your fault. Stop crying. Every instinct I possess is telling me to hunt you. I can’t take this anymore. I’m too hungry to do much thinking and I already know you will be absolutely delicious.

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So how round can Risto get?

you should test your luck and find out yourself. first-hand research 😏

I’d like to introduce my newest pred oc: Seamus the sheep.

I was in the mood for some very soft and cuddly vore so I made Seamus for when I’m in that mood. I figured making him a sheep would up the cuddle factor and also since sheep aren’t traditionally predators I felt it would give a fun softness to him as a pred.

He will *only* eat willing prey, and he never eats someone with the intention of digesting them unless they specifically request it. He *is* however prone to accidentally digesting his prey if they decline his many offers to spit them back up(If they refuse his many offers to be spat up they must wanna be permanent sheep food, right?). For him it’s all about making sure the prey enjoys the experience so he lets them stay in his belly for as long as they like(even if that means sometimes permanently).

Seamus would never admit it, but he really does love digesting his prey. His favorite stage of digestion is when the prey is long gone and all that remains is a meaty soup in his gut. He loves the feeling of sloshing the soupy remains around in his belly and that feeling is all the more enjoyable for him if the prey wanted him to digest them, since that means he made his meal happy by breaking them down.

As for his behavior outside of vore, he is a very affectionate and cuddly person. He loves hugging friends and potential meals and smothering them in his soft, wool covered body. He also loves cuddling even as just friends, though be warned his affection may soon turn to licking/tasting you absent mindedly(If you ask him about it he’ll get all shy and embarrassed about it, but he might mumble a quiet “Y-you just taste good...”)

Overall Seamus is a very soft pred and is a bit of a comfort character <3

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.

There’s nowhere else to go. You’re cornered, and we both know how this is going to end. Crying for help is useless, because I’m the only other living thing here.

Mind if I have a taste? I’m awfully hungry.