Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 5 (Patreon Exclusive)

Feeding time!

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Summary: Priscilla eats Maverick, her prepared meal.

Featuring: F/M, Male Observer, Regenerated Prey, First-Time Pred, Oral Vore (Unwilling).

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

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This was it.  It was finally time for Maverick to go down the hatch.

Priscilla walked in front of her meal with a smile, looking over the shark as he lie frozen on the silver platter.  Her prey was still unable to move thanks to whatever demonic spell Loki The Jester had cast—the satanic feline was behind her, standing back and admiring the sight—and no matter how much he screamed underneath the ball gag and tried to get the rope off of his ankles and wrists, nothing worked.

He wasn’t going anywhere.  Except for inside of Priscilla’s stomach, of course.

The rose Protogen stared down at her meal in admiration.  She could smell his spicy chocolate flavor, which mixed well with the caramel sauce and red pepper flakes she had put on top of him.  Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, and her gut let out a deafening /grOOOOOOOOOOOWL!/  She was getting very, very hungry, and was already anticipating having her food inside of her.  When she’d eaten Maverick before, she hadn’t truly enjoyed him, and didn’t even let herself admit she liked the act until he was digesting.  But now, things would be /very/ different.  She was going to take her time, and savor every single second.

Priscilla looked into the shark’s eyes, and smiled when she saw his terror.  “You ready to go down the hatch?” she asked, running a hand over her stomach, which was now letting out insistent grumbles every few seconds.  “Just kidding—I know you’re not prepared.  But I don’t care what you think, Maverick.  You’re just a piece of food now.  And food doesn’t get a say in its fate.”

The Protogen smiled down at her meal, and spun the platter so that his head and raised arms were in front of her.  Then, she reached out and grabbed his hands, bringing them up to her lips, also elevating Maverick’s body in the process.

The shark’s eyes widened frantically as this occurred, and he let out fearful cries through the ball gag.  Priscilla didn’t have to hear what he was saying to know that he was trying to negotiate his fate and stop her.  She chuckled, and stared directly at her meat as she opened up her maw, and stuffed his hands into her mouth.

The Protogen’s eyes immediately went wide with overwhelming delight.  Holy shit—this tasted /incredible/!  The shark had been fantastic before, his spicy chocolate flavor making for a wonderful tasting experience, but the caramel and red pepper flakes made the feeding even better, increased how delicious he was.  She lapped up every inch of her excellent meat, sucking down the toppings as she roughly licked her food.

Maverick stared back with overwhelming fear.  He was clearly trying to move and wrench himself free, but Loki’s spell stayed strong—he was still paralyzed.  Priscilla drunk in his terror, loving every second of it, and savoring the dominance that filled her as she watched him.  And she knew what she had to do next to increase his dread.

The Protogen smirked, and pushed his hands to the back of her throat, letting the fingertips go down into the area, hovering in the open air.  Her shark prey let out a horrified scream, and he started talking through the gag again, clearly begging once more.  Priscilla took this all in, and then sucked his hands down: a strong /GULP/ forced them into her esophagus.

She shivered in delight as the appendages slid into her throat and overwhelmed the area, making a big bulge underneath her chin.  Now more of the meat was inside her mouth, and the flavor filled her with delight once again.  At the same time, her stomach let out a demanding groan, and she felt its emptiness more than ever before.  She needed food filling it up—she needed Maverick inside of her.

She sucked his arms quickly down, falling into a rhythm: taste, lick, swallow, repeat.  That was how she fed on the unwilling shark, who continued to scream and beg as he was steadily sent further inside of her digestive system.  It didn’t take long for her to finally reach his head.

The shark shook his head frantically—thanks to an amused Loki, he could now move that part of him at least—and spoke submissively underneath the ball gag.  Maverick’s eyes widened frantically as this occurred, his voice got more frantic and fearful.  Priscilla didn’t have to hear what he was saying to know that he was trying to negotiate his fate and stop her. But that wasn’t going to happen.  She simply smiled, opened side, and shoved the bite inside.

She laughed as she lapped up her delicious meal, feeling him continue to squirm and move his head inside of her mouth.  Her tongue danced all over him, covering his face with saliva, savoring his flavor and his fear.  Once she was satisfied, she shoved his head to the back of her throat,

Her shark prey let out a horrified scream, and he started talking through the gag again, clearly begging once more to be let free.  Priscilla took this all in, and then sucked his head down: a strong /GULP/ forced him downwards.  He screamed in horror, but his cry was interrupted as he was stuffed into the cramped space.

The Protogen sent Maverick deeper inside of her, continuing the rhythm: taste, lick, swallow, repeat.  She devoured him faster, eager to have her stomach filled.  She slurped up his shoulders, then took in his chest, and swallowed his midsection.  Once she reached his ass, she felt it.

The shark’s head had been sliding down her throat, but as she finished eating his belly area, it popped past a barrier (her sphincter) and entered her stomach.  Priscilla gasped as she felt her gut get filled with that first bit of meat, and Maverick let out a cry of terror—they both knew this was a turning point.  The Protogen’s gut growled triumphantly, clearly wanting more.  And oh, she would /definitely/ give it more.

Priscilla ate even quicker, sucking in the shark at a more rapid rate than before.  She kept the same rhythm, wanting to lap up every piece of meat before sending it down her throat.  All the while, Maverick continued to scream in protest, letting out noises of dismay as more of him filled up her stomach: more of his upper body inside, bit by bit.  Priscilla could feel her belly bulging out with the delicious food, and the feeling of a full, overstuffed stomach was incredibly satisfying.  She looked down at her meat, and saw that his tail was oh-so-close to her mouth—that was the last part left to devour.

Priscilla was at the homestretch.  She quickly slurped in Maverick’s tail, loving the sauce and pepper flakes on top of them, and gulped them down with ease.  When only his tail fin were hanging outside of her maw, she paused for a second, teasing her meal with his last taste of freedom, before slurping up, tasting, and swallowing the final bite.

The Protogen took a deep breath, feeling the last of the shark slide down into her belly.  She looked down, and saw that her stomach was huge, jutting out hugely from her midsection as it held her meat, growling loudly around the meal.  Putting her hands on top of her gut, she sighed with happiness as she felt the meat inside.  She was starting to get a hard-on, and it was poking her belly. . .

“May I?”  Loki’s voice made her jump in surprise, and she turned around as the demon approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder.  “Sit on the floor and stretch out,” he purred.  “I’ll let him move so you can feel his squirms.  May I rub your stomach?”

“I’d like that,” Priscilla replied, and she did as he instructed.  The feline demon knelt in front of her, snapped her fingers, and put his hands on her stomach, running his fingers across it.  Maverick started to twitch, and soon, he was fighting with vigor, thrashing around inside of the Protogen.  That increased her satisfaction tenfold, and she smirked, feeling her erection growing.

Loki had been right: it was worth it to wait.  Her coworker had been an utterly amazing and fantastically helpless meal.