Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 3 (Patreon Exclusive)

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“Um, alright,” Priscilla agreed hesitantly. The Protogen was having a hard time believing all this—first she had eaten her coworker, and now there was a demon in her office! What a day, huh?

“Excellent,” Loki said, smirking. He raised his hands, his claws unsheathing as he whispered a strange chant. What on earth was that cat saying? Priscilla was about to ask, but then, something happened.

A strange green light appeared in the demon’s palm, and it slowly grew brighter, until Priscilla had to turn away. When it dimmed, she looked back, and what she saw made her eyes widen with pure shock.

It was /Maverick/! Her green shark coworker was back, and being held in Loki’s arms. But she had digested him—and her stomach was still breaking him down! How on earth had he returned?

“W-What the hell’s happening?!” he stammered, squirming in Loki’s grip. He looked over at Priscilla, and rage filled his face. “I remember now—you /ate/ me, you fucking bitch! I don’t know why I’m back, but for that, I’m going to—”

“That’s enough,” Loki interrupted, snapping his fingers. Immediately, red rope appeared on Maverick’s wrists and ankles, binding them together, and a cloth gag appeared in his mouth. The green shark writhed and tried to scream, but the bindings and Loki’s hands held him tight.

The demon chuckled. “You were oh so enchanted with her before she ate you, but now, you’re calling her a bitch. . . How amusingly sad.”

He turned to Priscilla and smirked, explaining, “You ate him quite fast before—I figured that now that you understand your predatory hunger, you’d like to savor your meal more before swallowing him down. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

The Protogen blushed, and she nodded, her face completely red. “Y-Yes. . . It does, actually.” She could feel a stirring in her loins as she spoke.

“Excellent.” Loki purred, grinning. “Sit down at your office chair. I’ll go across from you, and let you enjoy your meal.

“This is going to be fun.”

Maverick squirmed and fought as the two of them got in position, with Priscilla and Loki sitting across from each other. The Protogen looked nervously down at her coworker. Could she really do this?

Part of her felt bad—after all, she was going to ‘savor’ somebody who clearly didn’t want to participate in that. But the more she looked at her coworker, the hungrier she got, and her full stomach grumbled loudly. And her mind went back to all the times he had flirted with her, and pushed her for a romantic relationship, despite her clear lack of interest.

In a way, he was just getting what he deserved. And that satisfied Priscilla greatly.

Loki stretched Maverick out, so that the shark’s feet and tail rested on her lap. Before the shark could move it, she reached out and snatched the appendage. It writhed between her fingers as Maverick tried to escape, but that made the moment feel even more enjoyable. After all, her prey wasn’t getting away anytime soon—and that knowledge was /so/ incredibly satisfying.

“That’s it,” Loki coaxed her. “Enjoy yourself, dear predator. He’ll make the most delightful meal for you again.”

Priscilla nodded, running a hand over her stomach, which had shrunken a bit. She looked down at the shark tail, and after a deep breath, she began.

The Protogen opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Then, she leaned forward and pressed it against the end of his tail, tasting the fin. A delighted moan left her mouth—Maverick’s flavor was /amazing/! He tasted like spicy dark chocolate, and the mix of hotness and sweetness made her mouth water. She needed more—and she needed it /now/.

Priscilla licked the tail fin, again and again, greedily slurping up her coworker’s flavor. Maverick continued fighting as she did this, and his squirms only added to the beauty of the moment. She made her way down his tail, lapping up more and more, covering it with slimy drool. Then, she came back up to his tail fin, and stuck part of it into her maw.

The Protogen sucked Maverick’s flesh, whimpering affectionately as she felt that flavor fill her mouth. She wanted to open up wider, gulp down his tail, and gulp him down once again. She needed more of him, and so she—

“Hold on. . .” Loki’s gentle interruption made Priscilla look up at the demon, who gave her a smile. “I know you find him fantastic,” he told her, “but if you can wait, I promise we can make him an even better meal for you.”

Even better? She did want to eat Maverick now, but liked the sound of that even more than the idea of satisfying her hunger. So, the Protogen nodded, and released the tail fin from inside of her mouth. She noticed that her belly was now completely flat again—the Maverick in there had completely been broken down.

“Good girl,” the cat praised her. For some reason, the praise made her body feel warm. “Now, let’s prepare your meal to go down the hatch once again.

“Come with me. I know just the thing.”