i donât have a title for this sorry
posting this at 3 am so i canât physically restrain myself later
this is my first time sharing writing out anywhere but my own friend group so i beg you be gentle on me. iâm only testing the waters and seeing if iâm truly comfortable sharing my stuff so this is safe and lighthearted. if this does well i will definitely look into sharing my more angsty and whumpy writing in the future.
i donât have a summary rn so sorru check back later
contents: safe vore, male pred, m/f, m/m, multiple prey, theyâre just messing around
âPlease! Someone! Help me!â Azz cried out. She wriggled, fruitlessly attempting to wrestle herself from Silasâs grip, but she proved no match, and her hands slipped past his lips.
Another loud gulp, and her thighs easily entered his throat.
She could feel her feet in his stomach, so tight she could barely even wiggle her toes. âSave me!â She called again, and Silas could only chuckle slightly.
His middle began to swell, stomach stretching to contain his new meal as she slowly gathered inside him.
Her shoulders disappeared into his mouth, and now came her head.
âPlease..â Azz whimpered as a tongue wrapped around her head, covering her mouth and muffling any and all speech.
He pulled her in and closed his jaws, a final gulp sealing the girlâs fate.
Rune watched with horror as Azz disappeared down Silasâs throat, the chimera tracing her journey with a claw tipped finger.
âYou beast!â Rune shouted, rage in his voice.
âYou wonât get away with this! Iâll cut her out myself if I have to.â He flipped open a knife, and Silas watched it glimmer in the light.
But the chimera only laughed, running a careful hand over his now full belly. âReally now?â He took a step forward. âYou think youâre any match for me?â
For a moment, Rune faltered. It was a given how much stronger Silas was. In comparison to Rune, even the scrawny chimera seemed like a muscleman.
He swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, and his sense along with it.
In a fury, Rune charged.
Silas caught him mid dash, gripping his wrists and forcing them above his head.
The knife fell out of Runeâs weakened grasp, clattering to the floor. Silas kicked it away.
âYou know.â Silas began, leaning close to Rune.
Rune bit back a shiver as Silas drew close. He whispered a chuckle in the pink-haired maleâs ear.
His breath was warm on Runeâs cheek, leaving behind a wet spot as its only mark. The angular curves of Silasâs face fit perfectly into the crook of Runeâs neck, and the chimera carefully nestled into Runeâs collar.
âYou smell delicious. I canât get enough of you.â He chuckled again. âIâm so full, but-maybe I could go for seconds.â
His words were supported by a hungry growl from his still squirming belly.
Rune glanced down in horror, already beginning to tremble as Silas licked a stripe up his cheek.
âOh Rune, beloved, hold still will you?â
Silas took Runeâs face in with ease, pinning the boy with the strength in his arms alone and carefully guiding each part of him into his mouth.
He began to salivate, coating Runeâs face in saliva and earning him a slight squirm. How entertaining. Silas gulped, and his throat stretched to make way for the second course.
The sensation never got old, and was always one of Silasâs favorite parts.
He whined slightly, moaning around Runeâs shoulders as they were gently pushed past his lips.
After a few seconds, he felt Azz jolt, and begin to squirm uncomfortably, and he knew Runeâs head had entered his stomach.
Swallowing was difficult now, rushed, instinctive. Silas was far too focused on the sensation in his middle.
Skin was stretched even tighter than before, pulled taut over his swollen stomach.
He grunted, almost feeling his gut touch the floor with how close to the ground he was kneeling.
He hastily removed Runeâs shoes, and swallowed down the investigator completely.
For several minutes, Silas could only sit and pant, both pleased and exhausted by his meal. His face was flush bright blue as he licked his lips.
His stomach gurgled beneath his touch, fingers drumming the taut surface as its occupants struggled to get comfortable.
ââŚâHow was that?â He asked suddenly.
âThat was amazing!â Rune cheered from beneath the skin.
Below him, Azzâs muffled voice came through. âItâs a bit cramped though.â
Silas blushed. âYeah, sorry.â He rubbed his gut sheepishly in apology. âIâll cook dinner tonight for you both.â
He yawned suddenly, falling back flat to the ground.
His stomach lurched, but held strong, and Silas sighed in relief. He really didnât want to be sick right now.
âI hope you donât mind if I have a nap. Iâm exhausted, and Iâll need quite a bit of energy to let you both out later.â
With only a small movement in response, Silas closed his eyes.


























