The Duke was in pure bliss as he sucked in Goldie further into his mouth, her legs kicking all the way. He sucked and tasted her until just her little feet wiggled outside his mouth, then brought those in as well. After ages of enjoying Goldie's taste, he gave a large, decisive gulp, and the lump that traveled down the Duke's throat signaled the start of Goldie's digestive fate. "Ah, heavenly. Your mate was really quite delicious, Chanticleer." the Duke said, once again rubbing his mouth with his napkin.<br/><br/><br/>Stuey continued to struggle and whine as he writhed down the owl's throat and reached the stomach, desperately squirming about.