Vore as in I want to protect you with my whole being, to feel you deep inside me, to offer up my body as a sanctuary for you, to wrap you up in a warm blanket with my own body. Vore as in I miss you achingly, viscerally, even when we're in each other's presence. Vore as in I have the insatiable need to be close to you and then much, much closer still. Vore as in you are the very nectar that sustains and fills me to my core.
Vore as in I have the intense desire to crawl inside you, to find refuge from the chaos of the world within your embrace. Vore as in the times I hear the steady rhythm of your body living and breathing are when I feel safest. Vore as in I love it when you consume me completely, when you take me as I am, vulnerable and nervous, with fierce tenderness. Vore as in you are my home, my haven, the only place where I truly belong.
Warnings: Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield (I know some don't like this, but I do and I have the writing power. Contains safe vore.
"Leon, you absolute bastard," Claire gasped, her voice muffled against the slick surface beneath her. Her entire naked body barely stretched the width of his tongue, her toes curling against the ridged muscle as she tried and failed to push herself up. "This was supposed to be ONE round, not... oh fuck... not a damn marathon."
Leon’s low hum vibrated through her, the sound predatory and satisfied. The wet heat of his breath washed over her, making her already overheated skin prickle. His tongue flexed lazily beneath her, tilting just enough to slide her toward the slick pool of saliva gathering at the center. Claire groaned, thighs trembling as the tip of his tongue pressed teasingly between her legs again. "God Leon~ I tap out!"
Above her, the shadow of his uvula swayed ominously, the pink walls of his throat twitching with suppressed laughter. His lips, those damn lips she’d kissed full-sized more times than she could count, curved into a smirk she could feel. "Mmm," he rumbled, the sound shuddering through her bones. The tip of his tongue flicked once more, just to watch her jerk. "Thought you had more stamina, Redfield."
Claire’s fingers dug into the spongy surface beneath her, her lungs filling with the humid, musky air of his breath. She was drenched, partly from his spit, partly from herself, and every shift of his tongue sent fresh tremors through her exhausted body. "You," she panted, glaring up at the dark cavern of his mouth, "are such a fucking cheater." The word cracked into a moan as his tongue arched beneath her, pressing her flush against the roof of his mouth, slick and relentless.
Leon exhaled through his nose, a hot gust that sent her sweat-damp hair fluttering, then deliberately relaxed his tongue, letting her slide back down toward the wet center. His teeth gleamed faintly in the dim light, just far enough apart to remind her how easily he could trap her there if he wanted. Not that he NEEDED to. She was already at his mercy, her tiny body utterly spent, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated from hours of overstimulation.
The broad muscle beneath her flexed, tilting her onto her side, and Claire whimpered as his tongue traced up the length of her body, slow, deliberate, savoring. The flat of it dragged over her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive dip of her waist, lapping up every last trace of salt and musk clinging to her skin. Beneath her thighs, she felt the tip of his tongue curl, probing insistently, coaxing out one last shuddering twitch from her abused cunt. "Fuck, Leon," she slurred, half-delirious, her nails scraping uselessly at the slick surface beneath her. "M'empty..."
A rumble of amusement vibrated through his chest, and his tongue rolled her onto her back again, pressing her flush against the ridged roof of his mouth. His saliva pooled around her, thick and warm, carrying the bitter-salt taste of her own exhaustion. Claire squirmed, oversensitive, but he didn't relent, his tongue dipped between her legs once more, just to luxuriate in the mess he'd wrung out of her, before drawing back with a satisfied hum. "Mmm," he breathed, the sound curling around her like steam, and she could practically hear his smirk.
His head tilted back then, and Claire's stomach lurched as gravity threatened to send her sliding toward his throat. Her fingers scrambled against the slick muscle beneath her, but she forced herself to still, trusting him, even as instinct screamed at her to fight. The pink cavern of his mouth stretched wider as he exhaled through his nose, his uvula swaying hypnotically above her. Leon's tongue pressed flat beneath her, nudging her upward, and she caught a dizzying glimpse of the dimly lit room beyond his parted lips before he rolled her again, tumbling her against his cheek.
The heat was everywhere, suffocating and intimate, his saliva coating her in a sticky sheen as his tongue worked her mercilessly. She could feel the faint scrape of his teeth against her back, not biting, just grazing, a silent reminder of how easily he could crush her if he chose. But he wouldn't. That was the thrill of it. His tongue curled around her body, dragging her back toward the center of his mouth, and Claire gasped as the tip flicked over her thighs, lapping up the last traces of her arousal with a slow, indulgent swirl. He was savoring her, tasting every inch, and the realization sent a weak throb through her spent body.
Leon exhaled, the warm gust rolling over her damp skin, and then his head tilted back further, the movement deliberate. Claire clutched at the wet muscle beneath her, her pulse kicking up as gravity tugged her toward the dark, pulsing throat. She forced herself to go limp, to trust him, even as her instincts screamed at her to fight, to scramble away from the yawning abyss. His tongue flexed, nudging her gently toward the back of his mouth, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of his uvula twitching above her, slick with spit, before his muscles tightened around her in a slow, inexorable wave.
The first constriction made her gasp, her ribs pressing inward as the warm walls of his throat swallowed her whole. His saliva slicked the way, easing the passage, but the pressure was still overwhelming, every inch of her squeezed, massaged by muscles that knew exactly how to coax her deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady thrum of his pulse beneath her skin. The heat was suffocating, intimate in a way that still sent a thrill of fear and something darker, racing through her. His body worked her downward in slow, rolling pulses, the wet sounds of his swallowing impossibly loud in her ears.
Above, the pink cavern of his mouth vanished, replaced by the slick, pulsing tunnel of his esophagus. Leon’s tongue had given one last teasing push, just enough to make her whimper, before letting gravity and his own muscles do the rest. Claire forced herself to stay limp, though her fingers twitched uselessly at her sides, itching to brace against walls that wouldn’t yield. She felt him swallow again, deliberately this time, and the sensation dragged her deeper, the tightness around her shifting from oppressive to possessive. A low, satisfied hum reverberated through her, vibrating every nerve ending.
The descent was slow, methodical, Leon never rushed this part, savoring the way her tiny body slid down his throat, his muscles kneading her like dough. His stomach rumbled beneath her, eager and impatient, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Claire could already feel the heat radiating from the organ, the walls slick with digestive juices, though she knew they wouldn’t harm her. Not yet. Not unless she wanted them to. Another swallow sent her tumbling past the final ring of muscle, and then she was spilling into the soft, wet chamber of his gut, the air thick with the scent of musk and Leon’s last meal.
Leon sighed, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck as Claire curled into a ball inside him, the rhythmic pulse of his stomach walls already coaxing exhaustion deeper into her bones. She nestled against the warm flesh, too spent to even protest when his hand settled over his abdomen, she felt his fingers press gently, possessively, tracing the outline of her body through the stretched skin. His chuckle vibrated around her, low and satisfied. “Sleep tight, Redfield,” he murmured, voice muffled but clear enough to make her lips twitch into a tired smirk.
dont like kissing and im not big on sex so youre gonna have to dangle me above your open mouth and drop me into it and swallow me whole. yup. theres no other way
Vore as in I want to protect you with my whole being, to feel you deep inside me, to offer up my body as a sanctuary for you, to wrap you up in a warm blanket with my own body. Vore as in I miss you achingly, viscerally, even when we're in each other's presence. Vore as in I have the insatiable need to be close to you and then much, much closer still. Vore as in you are the very nectar that sustains and fills me to my core.
Vore as in I have the intense desire to crawl inside you, to find refuge from the chaos of the world within your embrace. Vore as in the times I hear the steady rhythm of your body living and breathing are when I feel safest. Vore as in I love it when you consume me completely, when you take me as I am, vulnerable and nervous, with fierce tenderness. Vore as in you are my home, my haven, the only place where I truly belong.
That feeling when a pred has you halfway into their mouth, dangling between their lips, and pauses just to savor the moment. Every wriggle just spreads your flavor on their tongue, and you can feel saliva spilling from their mouth around you. A pleased hum fills your ears, vibrates through you, and suction tugs you just a bit further in as they gently suck on you like the sweetest candy.
When a pred swallows down a tiny and they’re too small to make a bump that would be noticeable from the outside, but large enough that the pred can feel every single motion they make, tucked away in there. Struggles, wriggling, and rubs all feel equally as good on their sensitive insides, and they can’t help but melt into a relaxed puddle of satisfaction, much to the confusion of any onlookers.
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