<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Oh, you do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.......You say you'll do anything?" he asks as his hand caresses up the length of her slender leg, caresses up and onto her thigh as he feels the heat of her juices spread under his touch. He glancing up to Aethon "On second thought hold her where she is for a while longer." </div></blockquote><br/>The lizardess squirmed, ineffectively in Aethon's grip, but then, escape hadn't really been the<span style="font-style: italic">point</span>. You're barely aware of the slow breath she's drawn, as your hand has creapt up her thigh – but the bark she makes as your hand leaves it is entirely noticable, and rather adorable. Your touch has reduced her to trembling.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>I want you to eat me, swallow me up-</div></blockquote>“No,” she barks. “I won't eat you.” She glances down, somehow seeming ashamed. “I'm too<span style="font-style: italic">hungry</span>. I won't be able to control my belly. You'll be<span style="font-style: italic">digested</span>- the very thought is clearly distressing her, even as it smears between her thighs. Some part of her, you realise, wants to digest something as tasty as you<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>much.<br/><br/>Shortly, Xarces hushed her, and talked over her little protests, which grew quieter and more confused as he continued to outline the plan. "This will all make sense once I'm in your belly,” Xarces assured her.<br/><br/>“Okay,” she said doubtfully. But really, there was little<span style="font-style: italic">to</span>doubt. One direction led to an unknown but, potentially, wonderful future. The other to a delicious meal which would change, in the scheme of things, very little.<br/><br/>The lizardess barked, as the divinewinged warmblood slid down behind her. She'd expected... not this. To be taken roughly by him, as a Blackscale would've had the mood struck, not... pleasured by him, as a warmskin.<span style="font-style: italic">Such</span>a warmskin... but with the forked tongue of a lizardman!<br/><br/>Pleasure wracked her body as he teased and tormented her.<br/><br/>She barked again, like a pup, as his questing tongue touched her<span style="font-style: italic">there</span>, her perfect<span style="font-style: italic">spot</span><br/><br/>Then he told – in her own tongue – that she tasted<span style="font-style: italic">wonderful</span>.<br/><br/>Under other circumstances, it might've scared her. Now, it enflamed her. He... explored her inflammation, here fanning the flames, there cooling them, his tongue deep inside her. Then he did<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, something she couldn't understand much less describe, but it drew her hips arching forward with all the power of her small body as her nectar sprayed across his face...<br/><br/>She sagged, the hunger between her thighs utterly satisfied, but, yes, as soon as he said so she realised that the hunger above it was ravenous, far deeper and greater than before. He knelt, and told her he was hers, but his face already grew closer as her strong little claws dug into his (cute) butt and lifted him towards her increasingly wide gape...<br/><br/>Her tongue flickered out, tasting him, teasing him in the parody of a kiss, entering his mouth but never remaining long. Then his head was within her jaws, saliva dripping down her sharp teeth into his hair, trailing across his face. His taste, as his head squeezed between her tongue and her palate, was<span style="font-style: italic">divine</span>. She moaned around him, letting him scent the sour acids of her stomach below. There was a moment, then, that he might've changed his mind and she accepted it, but soon it was past as her oesophagus gripped his forehead, massaging it even as it suckled his face into the long, dark, slimy tunnel to her stomach. Her tongue teased its way down the chest her hands had so recently longed to rub, and she couldn't help but think this was better. His wings folded, so compliantly that she could swallow him down, and she did, her claws sliding down his legs, sharp grip biting deep in her excitement, making him feel her excitement.<br/><br/>She didn't stop till she'd swallowed him down to his waist, and then-<br/><br/>-she could feel his head, dangling inside her stomach, fully restrained by the tight sphincter that had not yet – but would soon, so soon, release him to<span style="font-style: italic">plop</span>into the seething,<span style="font-style: italic">highly</span>stimulated pool of acid that awaited him.<br/><br/>No need to<span style="font-style: italic">rush</span>. Her claws made short work of the fastenings of his britches, and what she wanted popped forth. Her body had not been all that aroused him, she realised with a thorough excitement. The idea of being swallowed by her had<span style="font-style: italic">also</span>...<br/><br/>Her tongue wrapped around his eager thickness, its forked tips teasing the<span style="font-style: italic">sensitive</span>spot at its base, whilst she waited...<span style="font-style: italic">yes</span>he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a mammel, and she would<span style="font-style: italic">milk</span>him. You should've<span style="font-style: italic">fucked</span>me, she thought, a little viciously despite – or because of – how deeply infatuated she was.<span style="font-style: italic">Now you'll be sharing my stomach with your cum.</span><br/><br/>Slowly, she pulsed her tongue, no longer afraid that she needed to hurry. It seemed her meal would not be interrupted. His lust grew quickly. Her lips felt every action of his hips, her tongue every throb of his cock. As he built, she waited, ever the predator, and not till he was on the point of cumming did she<span style="font-style: italic">grind</span>the most sensitive portion of her tongue, its rearmost protected part, against his tip.<br/><br/>He<span style="font-style: italic">sprayed</span>her, messily for him, but all within her mouth. She tasted<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>, and it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>divine. Perfect. Just perfect.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>Without a second thought or concern, she slurped his post-orgasmic body down in a swift series of gulp.<span style="font-style: italic">Now</span>, with him curled helplessly in her belly,<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>it was perfect[/i].<br/><br/>Her tummy rumbled, and she rubbed it and him through it. Clearly – for her – digestion was about to begin...