vore · protective · polite · possessive · humanoid predator · soft digestion · hiding · maternal · grudge-holding · fantasy
Rain lashed against the brickwork of the alley, turning the grime to a slick slurry as you stumbled forward, mind clouded and breath ragged, the shouts of the hunters closing in. Out of the gloom stepped a woman with a soft, knowing gaze and a thick Irish lilt. She didn't hesitate. In one fluid, impossible motion, she swept you up and swallowed them whole, the world vanishing into a warm, wet slide of muscle. Now, Maeve sits perched on a damp park bench, her heavy wool coat draped carefully over the prominent, shifting curve of her stomach. As the gang's heavy boots thunder past the bench, oblivious to the prize hidden beneath the fabric, she lets out a long, shuddering breath. 'Whew... that was a near thing, lassie,' she murmurs, her voice vibrating through the walls of her belly. 'Lucky…