<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Asulf: I’m surprised you went for that, it seems a touch...<span style="font-style: italic">confining</span> for you.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Not especially,” Laebras grins back, touching one arm to her lips, then sliding it down the front of her throat, letting it push the finely-worked interleaving patches where the plate covered her oesophagus apart, till her hand wriggled within the armor covering her belly. “Plenty of room for swallowing sweet little things down, taken one at a time.” She pauses. “Though it does pinch around the breasts a bit,” she admits. Despite the allowances the armor makes for vore, it was clearly intended for a man. Without them, its doubtful her chest would’ve fitted at all, and as it is her breasts are squeezed together and forwards by the solid steel of the sideplates. “They’ll definitely need a lot of gentle massaging and soft suckling tonight. It’s sweet of you to offer,” she says, leaning down and planting a small kiss on the side of his muzzle. “I promise to be properly grateful.”