The Game was afoot...
Basil's little heart was racing in their chest. They turned a corner, ducking behind a pile of dusty books. Particles floated through the air, caught in a Sunbeam streaming past them through an old window.
Perhaps they should have considered the amount of dust before hiding here. A tiny squeak of a sneeze gives away their position, and they hear the being that was chasing them pivot, heading their direction.
They go to take off running, when a glass jar clamps down on top of them, and a hand slips beneath it, closing them in. The giant of a being who has caught them smirks, purring contently.
"Caught you, little mouse..."
Their voice sends shivers down Basil's spine.. the predator is licking their lips, eyeing the tiny mouse like being. Basil's tail twitches, swishing and then curling around their leg as their ears flatten. They've been caught, fair and square.
It seems that was a good enough indication for their captor that they aren't going to try to run. It would be unwise to, anyways, seeing as they're so far off the ground now. The glass jar is lifted, hand under them curling around their tiny body.
Basil can't help but nuzzle into that hand a bit, finally having managed to catch their breath. This only prompts more purring from the larger being, who lifts them playfully above their head, tilting it back.
Basil squeaks, feeling their body slipping towards the now open maw below them. Their captor is making them wait, allowing gravity to do their work for them. The grip on them gets looser and looser... Until Basil begins to freefall. The air rushing past them causes an adrenaline rush. Their heart races, their breath hitches in their throat.
It's all over in a moment, though, as they fall onto a plush, warm, wet tongue. The strong muscle under their little body flexes and wriggles, tasting them gently. The predator is still purring, even louder now that they're able to taste Basil.
Their head and face is massive compared to the tiny being, but to Basil's delight, their expression is full of joy. Their head tilts downward a bit, Basil slipping around on the slick tongue. Purring has surrounded them, as the tongue over their little body curls and twists, getting a good taste of their catch.
The little mouse being finds themself giggling uncontrollably at being licked at. Could that purring get any louder?
It does as they're pulled into the maw, and those dark lips close around them. With them here, the pred is free to flip them over, swish them around, and lick up their taste to their hearts content.
After what feels like a blissful eternity of warmth and affection, the maw opens again. That strong tongue is still curled around their prize, and Basil chuckles as pants of warm breath flow over them.
They're nearly dry again, resting here, able to tell the Pred is smiling. How much longer will this being want to keep them? What else are they going to do? Basil braces themself as they feel the tongue starting to tug on them again. Those purrs are ramping up again, making the tiny being blush faintly.
It seems playtime isn't over yet.
