Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 6 (Patreon Exclusive)

There was a tie between Loki giving Priscilla a blowjob and getting eaten by her; I chose the latter.  Enjoy!

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Summary: Priscilla eats Loki next.

Featuring: F/MM, First-Time Pred, Oral Vore (Willing), Unwilling Prey In Stomach.

Characters: Loki The Jester ( https://toyhou.se/9919092.loki-the-jester ), Priscilla ( https://toyhou.se/11006088.priscilla ), and Maverick ( https://toyhou.se/8759097.maverick ).

As Priscilla’s erection pressed up against the bottom of her enlarged stomach, she wondered if this night could get any better than it already had. Loki sensed this, and smiled. He wanted to increase the Protogen’s pleasure even more. . .

“So,” the cat demon purred, pressing his paws against her gut as Maverick squirmed around inside, “I have a proposition for you.”

Priscilla was currently getting caught up in her arousal. “Oh?” she asked, mostly distracted.

“I think your stomach could get stretched out even further,” he continued. “I know a predator like you could be even more full than you already are. So . . . how would you like to eat me next?”

That got the Protogen’s attention, and she looked Loki over. Imagining the demon inside of her gut made her grin with delight, and her stomach let out a loud /grooooooowl/ around the prey currently inside. “That would be wonderful,” she agreed, salivating already. Then, she thought of something, and asked, “But wait. Will you be ok in there?”

“Please. I’m a demon,” he teasingly reminded her. “Things that are deadly to mortals are child’s play to someone like me.”

“Right,” Priscilla said, chuckling. “Guess I was concerned for nothing.” She smirked, running her tongue across her muzzle. “Good—that means I don’t have to hold back.”

Loki smiled, and snapped his fingers, making his clothing disappear in an instant. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The Protogen leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and ran it across the demon’s chest. She let out a satisfied, “Mmmmm!”—he tasted like black licorice and cinnamon, rich and sweet with an underlying hint of bitterness that brought the flavor together. Her stomach let out another grumble, squeezing tight around Maverick and making the shark let out a cry of resistance. Her prey’s struggling increased, and as she looked over her next meal, that made the moment all the better.

“I’d love to dom you,” she whispered, tracing a finger over the feline’s neck. “Make you mine, show you exactly who you belong to. . .”

“I’d be willing to do that, definitely,” Loki replied. He smirked. “Are you in the mood for a willing sub, or a bratty one?”

Priscilla thought for a moment, then replied, “I had plenty of resistance with Maverick, but he’s still fighting. What I want with you is to make you submit, so that once you’ve slipped down my throat, you’re surrendering to your fate. Because you love being my meal.”

The demon grinned. “Now /that/ is something I would love to deliver on.”

They discussed things a bit further, and then, Loki got up on the silver platter, lying straight with his feet dangling over the edge. Priscilla stood up and stared down at her meal, drooling over him. Then, she began the second course of her feast.

“Looks like you’re finally learning your place,” the Protogen sneered, grabbing the demon’s ankles. “Are you ready to submit yet?”

“P-Please, Master,” he gasped. “You don’t have to eat me. . .!”

“Oh, but I do,” she replied, chuckling. “I want to send you to my stomach and feel you churn away into nothing. And I /know/ you’re going to submit to me, and let me devour you. Because deep down, you /like/ being my food, don’t you, slave?”

Loki blushed. “N-No! I don’t want to be food—”

“And yet, you want to be,” Priscilla teased him. “Here, let me give you a glimpse of what to come.”

She stuffed his feet into her mouth and lapped them up, savoring the lovely flavor that came off of them, and quickly swallowed them down. Her demon prey let out a gasp as he slipped into her throat, and a whimper of arousal left his mouth.

“See?” the Protogen told him, smirking. “You want to be meat. So let me give you what you truly desire.”

She got into the rhythm of licking and swallowing him, quickly devouring her prey—each swallow got a new reaction on his face, and she wanted to see him surrender. At first, the demon roleplayed resistance, trying not to show how turned on he was. But soon, he realized he couldn’t escape anyway, that he was going to be meat no matter what. So he let himself be aroused, and moaned in desire as he was sent deeper and deeper into the hungry predator.

Priscilla smiled as she felt Loki piling into her stomach, sliding in next to Maverick and making the already-cramped space even smaller for her struggling first course. She could feel her belly expanding and stretching to fit the new prey, and it. Felt. WONDERFUL. She swallowed even faster, wanting that feeling more and more, and soon enough, only Loki’s head was left.

She looked at the demon. He had fully surrendered to her now, and it was written all over his face—he’d roleplayed his part perfectly. “Thank you,” she whispered, grateful to have dominated her meal in this new way.

Loki smiled and gave her a wink. “Of course, dear predator,” he replied. “Now, won’t you send me to your stomach?”

Priscilla smirked. “With pleasure.”

She sucked in his head and lapped it up with vigor, taking in the last of his flavor.  Then, with a loud /GULP/, the last of the feline was heading toward her gut. A moment later, he was completely inside.

The Protogen flopped on the floor with a moan of satisfaction. Her stomach was now absolutely /enormous/, with two pieces of delicious prey settled inside. Maverick was still struggling, while Loki was still. All in all, this was absolutely perfect.

And now, there was only one thing left to do.