Ummm, for the request thing if you’re still doing it... maybe getting teased and eaten by a large royal pred, then getting reformed and teased again? If it’s okay?
Heheh, it’s more then ok~!
Most would feel honored. Many nervous. You, however, were worried. When the King called forth a subject who knew the reasons behind his motives? Many never came back. Others were too stunned to speak. Some even sworn into silence and fear.
The King of Snow, he was called, a great and tall man who towered above others with both grace and intimidation. He was feared by other kings who dared to step into his court. And you were just a lowly guard, what would he want with you? As you passed the great windows in the hall that led to the King’s home within the castle you could see the dark night snow outside, it never ended but somehow, the kingdom thrived like a colony of rats.
You approached the massive oak doors, carved intricately, the lantern in your hand quivering for a split second before you pushed the left door open gently. It creaked and groaned to announce your arrival before you stepped in and closed the door. “Sire-”
“Now, now, no need to be formal, little one.” The voice called, its icy chill reaching you even here, “Come, I am in my chambers.” Though it was cold outside, in here it wasn’t as bad actually. Taking the lantern through the lit halls you could see the open doors to his room, a fire roaring in the stone place of its resting spot. Peeking around you could see the pale skin, seemingly translucent almost, of his naked body. He was chiseled like the gods themselves!
Peeking over his shoulder a soft chuckle came from the towering 8 foot man, “Well? Come in.” He smiled, turning back around as he finished cleaning himself. His sweeping blond hair swayed gently as the white eyes looked down to you as you approached. He was handsome as well, face hairless, yes, but his cheeks were set perfectly, his skin a beautiful alabaster, eyes kind yet…something else.
With a soft chuckle he leaned forward a bit and his truly massive hand slid onto your back, gasping as you fell forward onto him the other arm wrapped around you, holding you tight against his middle. What looked like muscle was actually rather soft and it growled against you. Something about it seemed….predatorial almost. But you couldn’t place your finger on it. You closed your eyes and leaned into the hug, feeling his clawed hands gently rub your back, feeling the rough clothing.
Without so much as a word his claws simply cut off your tunic which he tossed away, leaving both of you in contact with each other’s skin. His claw tips traced over each old scar gently, pads touching your bruises, his slim fingers gracing your skin, the cold touch somehow soothing you. “You look so delicious.” The soft words almost didn’t reach you, “Sire?” Your voice almost got caught itself inside you but you got a deep chuckle in response.
“I’ve never found such a filling looking meal before,” His words were purring now, arms tightening slightly as he felt your heart speed up, “You’re so magnificent. I can smell it on you, the power they’ve given you. It’s been so long since someone gave me a fight going down.” Something long and slimey rolled against your back, leaving a cold trail. A shudder ran up you as you started to realize what was going to happen, “S-Sire, I-I’m sure it’s late m-maybe I should–”
“Shhhh, quiet, little one. It’ll only hurt for a little bit, I’m nice and warm inside.” You felt him shift suddenly, it forced your legs to buckle and a whimper from your throat. His hand tilted your head back as his maw opened wide, his long, forked tongue sliding out slowly across your neck and face as the hot breath washed over your face, driving away the chill for a couple seconds.
It was almost inviting…almost. The sharp teeth brushed your face as a soft plea slipped out. He pulled his jaws back slightly, to your relief but to your horror the back of his throat was pushed against your face.
You wiggled and kicked against his arms, crying out before you started to be pushed down his throat.
The King moaned softly, your struggles inside making him savor the taste of your skin. As his neck began to bulge with your head he pulled off your trousers slowly, tongue riding against your skin with glee. He pushed you deeper with one hand, your shoulders following not far after your head now. Your cries and struggles only encouraged the swallow that dragged your chest inside. With one hand around your ankles the other felt as you slid down more. Crouched, he tilted his head back, the gravity dragging you deeper and deeper into his warmth as a fire started in the pit of his belly. A second swallow brought you up to your hips, he let go then, letting then flail as another swallow pushed you down farther against a ring of muscle. He stopped, hands running over your bulge in his throat, feeling the detail of your face, your chest, your loins. He swallowed a last time, sending you through the ring and making your bulge all gather at his belly.
His kneading walls forced you to curl up, his warmth seeping into your soul as you cried, pushing and punching on the walls. Everything shifted for a moment before pressure from what felt like down came from his legs.
Sitting on his bed he watched you, smiling to himself as the clawed hand gently felt and ran over his taught skin. He could feel you, the warmth you made, the heartbeat that was speeding inside his own, even your thawing soul.
As he laid that night you could feel yourself slowly melting away, layer by layer, being absorbed into him as the walls kneaded your digesting body. You felt no pain, only a sense of euphoria the whole time, trying to please your own pit fire as the King did his own.
By the next morning the pale giant awoke to a softly gurgling belly, another smile curled onto his face as he rubbed the soft flesh. He could see your soul within him, glowing bright within him. Turning onto his hands and knees he cupped his hands onto the pillow with his face nestled into them. A deep inhale activated old runes engraved on his belly and legs, a soft and slow exhale brought your soul forth, the light pouring from his lips and slowly filling out a body, your body.
As the light finished pouring into you he smiled softly down at your form, nuzzling the chest before licking it, “You and I will be doing this more often you know.”
