The pred lifted your short trembling figure in his hands, examining you like you were a precious harvest. There was a comforting silence, afterall, you were staring at him with wide, expectant eyes, while his smile was steady and warm, giving you a fuzzy feeling.
When the pred pulled you closer, you thought this was it, but instead, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You blushed, but before you can say a thing about it, you ended squeaking as his tongue flicked out and slowly dragged up your cheek.
"Mmm… sweeter than I imagined," he said with a chuckle.
He opened his mouth slowly, revealing the dark inviting internals of his mouth.
You didn't flinch though, you found yourself leaning in, breathing in the scent of tea and toasted biscuits that his breath emitted. As he eased you in, the world vanished, replaced by his slick, pulsing heat that clamped around you with a welcoming squeeze.
The pred let out a pleased hum of approval as he began to swallow, his throat giving off gentle squeezes in waves that pulled you deeper inside him. He was so careful, his hands sliding along your sides to guide you.
Everything was going smoothly, until out of nowhere, a sudden pop! and snap! of leather echoed through the quiet room as his belt gave way, unable to contain his expanding waistline. The pred stumbled back with a soft grunt, his now protruding heavy stomach exposed and freed from the constriction of the leather.
With a final tilt of his head, he guided your ankles past his lips. One last heavy gulp sent the last of you down, sealing you away in the safe sanctuary of his belly.
He let out a long, contented moan, then his hand went down to pat the taut, rounded curve of his stomach where your soft outline was already beginning to settle. Licking his lips, he smiled. You tasted like the sweetest, most delicate frosting from a cake.
