Priscilla, Pred Unleashed: Part 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

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Summary: Priscilla returns to work, and digests Maverick inside of her office.

Featuring: F/M, First-Time Pred, Post Oral Vore (Unwilling), Implied-Fatal Digestion, Masturbation & Orgasm.

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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Priscilla nervously fidgeted in her office chair.  So many conflicting feelings were rising inside of her chest, and she wasn’t sure what to think.

The rose Protogen had been able to get back to work safely after her nap, which was a relief.  Nobody had noticed that Maverick was in her stomach, thanks to the jacket she had thrown on to squash it down.  Though a few people /were/ asking where the green shark had disappeared to, as it was unusual for him to just vanish during lunch like this.

Priscilla hadn’t stuck around to hear folks speculate about it—she had zipped down to her office and locked the door.  And that’s where she was now, trying to focus on finishing a data spreadsheet that needed compiling by tomorrow . . . but there was a problem.

Mainly, that Maverick hadn’t stopped fighting inside of her since she woke up.  She could hear his muffled screams from inside of her stomach, every cry for help (ones that intensified when she had reentered the office), every little sound.  And each time he shifted or struggled, she felt it.  All of it. . .

At first, all of this had made her anxious.  What if somebody saw him moving around in there, or heard him yelling, and she got caught?!  But she quickly realized that he wasn’t making any impact on the jacket, and only she could pick up on what he was saying.  So that was a huge relief.

And now that she was behind her office door, alone and away from others, another feeling had entered her, one that she was doing her very best to deny:

Arousal.

She hadn’t wanted to admit it.  At first, she had wanted to deny this whole thing was even happening, after all!  But she could feel a stirring in her pants every time her coworker twitched within her gut, and the way her body reacted to having living food inside of her made her desire unignorable.

She /liked/ this, didn’t she?

Priscilla blushed, looking down at her stomach.  After checking that her door was locked (it was), she hesitantly unzipped the jacket—her gut immediately spilled out in front of her, and Maverick thrashed inside of it.  “Finally, some space!” he exclaimed.  “So you’re gonna let me out now, right?”

The Protogen didn’t answer.  She felt her stomach sitting right on top of her flaming erection, and put a hand on her belly, feeling the shark move around inside.  Then, she allowed herself to smile.  This was . . . /undeniably/ satisfying.

Then, she heard her stomach let out a long, low /grooooooooowl/, and a moment later, she could hear liquids churning away inside of it.  “Oh fuck!” Maverick screamed.  “Y-You’re not digesting me, are you?!”

Priscilla bit her lip.  This was probably the point where she should let him out now, right?  And yet, she knew she didn’t want to.  She wanted to claim him as her own. . .

The Protogen unzipped her pants and wrapped her hands around her dick, keeping her hand on her belly so she could feel her prey squirming.  Maverick continued to cry out as more stomach acids poured down on him, and she /savored/ it, smiling as she masturbated and felt his futile struggles.  He was finally getting what he deserved. . .

Her arousal grew, and she sped up, feeling precum drip on her fingers.  Her delicious shark began to beg, saying, “Please, please just let me out!  I promise I won’t try to ask you out again!  Just let me go!”  She didn’t respond, just felt his thrashing in her stomach and kept on inching towards climax.  Then:

Priscilla came, cum squirting out of her penis and landing all over her extended stomach.  In that moment of orgasm, as her meat tried in vain to escape as it got broken down, she felt so much satisfaction she thought she might burst.

As she came down from that beautiful moment, she heard the last of Maverick’s cries.  “Please. . .” the shark gasped quietly.  Then, he said nothing more.  He had probably passed out.

The Protogen smiled as her stomach sped up digestion.  That had been more amazing than she ever thought possible!  She hadn’t meant to eat him, sure, but if /that/ was what it was like, then . . . well, she already wanted to do it again!

“I can arrange that, my dear.”

Priscilla jumped in shock, and whirled around, terrified that one of her coworkers had entered her office!  Instead, she found a yellow feline standing behind her, smirking.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I’m the one who awakened your true predatory mindset,” the cat purred.  He bowed.  “Down in hell, they call me Loki The Jester—quite a title, right?”

“So you’re a demon?”

“Yes.”  He smiled.  “And I have something very special for you today.

“I think you’ll find it will satisfy that new hunger of yours. . . At least for now.  Want to see what it is?”