Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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Summary: Loki and Priscilla prepare Maverick to be devoured.

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

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

 

Loki snapped his fingers, and the three of them were suddenly transported to a small kitchen.  Priscilla saw a variety of foods and sauces set up on the counter, and a large silver platter was behind her, on a rather big island.

Loki smirked and tossed Maverick onto the platter.  “Now, let me see,” the demon muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.  “How best to set things up. . . Ah, there’s a good idea!”

Maverick had been looking around for a place to escape to, and the green shark tried to crawl off of the platter, but before he could go too far, Loki snapped his fingers again.  Immediately, Maverick’s arms went above his head, his legs lay flat in front of him—and, worst of all, he couldn’t move anymore!  He screamed underneath the ball gag and tried to wrench himself free, but his bound limbs were frozen in place, stuck on the platter.  And with one more finger snap, the shark was completely naked.

“Excellent,” Loki said.  He turned to Priscilla with a smirk.  “Are you ready to prepare this meal, and make him perfect for your consumption.

Priscilla looked over at Maverick.  Once again, the Protogen’s desire for payback filled her heart, and she nodded, grinning.  “I am,” she told the demon.  “Let’s do this.”

Loki grinned.  Then, he turned to the toppings and foods, gesturing to the large assortment.  “Let’s give him some toppings that compliment his flavor, then,” the demon told Priscilla.  “Which ones would you like?”

Priscilla looked it over, rubbing her chin as she pondered what to pick.  Finally, she picked up a bottle of caramel, and then a container of red pepper flakes.  “He tasted like spicy dark chocolate," she told Loki shyly.  "So I figured that these would be best. . .”

“I’m sure they’ll be lovely!” the demon exclaimed.  “Now, give him as much or as little as you’d like.  And do revel in the helplessness of your scrumptious prey—now /that/ is a treat in and of itself.”  He giggled.  “You’ll see what I mean.  Anyway, make Maverick into your perfect dish.”

Priscilla nodded and walked over to the silver platter, her meal was waiting.  She looked into the green shark’s eyes, and he stared helplessly back, a pleading expression on his face.  Upon seeing it, she couldn’t help but fill with glee.

“You know, it’s kind of funny,” the Protogen said, opening the caramel bottle and squeezing its contents onto Maverick’s chest.  “You always seemed to get so much /enjoyment/ over flirting with me even when I wasn’t interested—what’s it like, being on the other side of that coin?” 

Priscilla went down his legs, drenching it in the sauce, and continued, “Now, you’re /my/ prize.  /My/ treat to enjoy however I see fit—and I’m /definitely/ going to enjoy you.”  She looked at him and slowly draped her tongue over her lips, smirking, and brought the caramel onto to his arms.  “I’m going to flavor you up and send you down into my gut again—won’t that be nice?”

She saw Maverick’s face fill with fear, and that made her glee grow even more.  “Oh, you’re scared of that, aren’t you?”  She giggled and started sprinkling red pepper flakes onto him, running a hand over her belly.  “It decimated you last time, and it’s /certainly/ going to destroy you again.  I wonder if you’ll come back this time, hmm?”  The Protogen laughed.  “Well, even if you do, I’ll just devour you once more.  You’ll be my stomach’s permanent resident.  Because it’s not going without you /anytime/ soon.”

Priscilla finished placing the toppings, and as she turned around to put them away, she realized what she had done.  /I’ve never acted like that before/, she thought to herself, blushing.  /I’ve never been that dominant—it was kind of scary!  But . . . it honestly felt really good, too. . ./

“Looks like he’s all ready—and so are you,” Loki remarked with a satisfied purr.  “Now . . .

“. . . it’s time to eat.”