Wilma Swallows Samantha: Part 3
Added 2021-05-19 15:08:10 +0000 UTCThe first of a few stories that will be going with the Kickstarter!
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Samantha curled up in the tight, gurgling stomach, her knees pressing against her chest. She smiled and let out a contented sigh. “Thanks, babe,” she said to Wilma. “This is nice.”
“I’m glad,” Wilma said, sitting down on the couch and patting her big belly. “I was sooooo hungry!”
“I can tell!” teased Samantha. “You didn’t even ask about my day before eating me!”
“Oh no, you’re right!” Wilma exclaimed. “Sorry. How was your day?”
“It was good,” the ice drake replied, shifting around inside of the stomach, “The hospital was hectic as usual, but things were fine. But, I got an . . . interesting invitation in the mail when I checked it on the way in!”
“An invitation?” Wilma asked, curious. “From who?”
“I’m not sure, actually,” Samantha admitted.
“What is it for?”
“For a vore and sex party at someplace called Tyranius Mansion,” the drake replied. Wilma’s ears perked up. “But I can’t go—I have overtime at work that night.”
“Want me to go in your place?” asked Wilma.
“You read my mind, babe,” Samantha said, grinning.
“Sounds like it’ll be a good time,” the golden retriever said, rubbing her stomach. “At least, if all the food there is as tasty as you.”
The ice drake laughed, blushing. “Aw, thanks, babe. I appreciate that.”
And so the two girlfriends continued to talk, predator and prey.
