A pouch…? For food? But I’m not-
Your claws wrap around my wrist. I freeze on the spot. Yes, it is cold, and my skin is thin…and you are so painstakingly warm… The benefit of a winter’s fur…
Point made, just this once… You shouldn’t have to feel alone.
I’m anxious, watching muzzle and maw yawn wide before me, a cavern of muted pinks under the fill moon’s glare. More looming than that-ivory fangs laced with a sheen I can’t ignore. An echo of finality whispers in my mind. I hesitate. You encourage a hesitant hand pushing in, letting me take things at my pace. I reach for a fang first, if for nothing else to ease my anxiety. You don’t bite down. The bone is hard beneath my hand and as large as my forearm.
Yes, they are sharp and scary, and I voice my knowledge that they’re harmless…but they’re teeth. Big teeth. It’s very, very hard to not be afraid. I move away before the fear settles in too deeply. Your tongue is soft and rough all at once, eagerly lapping my fingers and drawing me further in. It’s almost honoring how much the muscle pulls, trying to coax me in. Your body is starving for me, begging with all its might for this easy prey, but you’re able to control the drive to snap down and devour me. It’s sweet. Weird, and gross…but sweet.
I’ve pulled back now, admiring the dripping, starving, loving vat of velvet heat before me.
“I’m ready.” The words leave my lips before I fully realize it.
I blink. At once you set into motion. Your mouth closes and presses into my fists. My knuckles sink into those lips, and I flex my fingers against the strange feeling of whiskers against them. Too, I feel your hitching breath. Familiar claws wrap around my wrists again. This is it. This time, I don’t brace.
My stomach drops as those ivory daggers gleam against the moon’s glare. Your tongue greets my arms before I process your jaws opening wider, surging downwards. My mind’s eye flicks to summer afternoons sliding down a slip-and-slide. The heat and humidity feel similar. It helps quell the rising wariness. I’ve gotten this far, can’t back out now.
I watch and feel my hands slip further into your maw, surrounded by your heat, your breath. Muscles flex, pulling me deeper, and I feel my body try to brace against the alluring warmth curling around my chest and stomach. There’s nothing to brace against. My upper half is nearly fully inside your jaws, legs delicately covered by your claws. I feel my wrists reach the crest of your throat. They’re squished together, my hands pressing out in some animalistic need to escape.
Everything jolts forward. Instinctively, I gasp, and that’s the last breath of air I get as muscles crush inward. It’s pressure, so much pressure. I can feel heat and warmth and soft and pressure all at once, all-consuming. I can’t breathe oh god I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe and I can’t feel where I am and-
My hands push into open air. They feel around blindly as I’m held in suspension. There’s another roll of motion before my face joins them, and my lungs greedily reclaim the oxygen they’d yearned for from the soupy air. Dizzy from the sudden rush, I fall face first into your gut with a grunt. It’s not uncomfortable, rubbery and soft, like an inflatable left too long in the sun. The walls shudder and mold around my fingers. I push out, trying to sort and ease myself inside of you.
Our discussion earlier rings through my mind, silencing any lingering alarm bells. An extra organ to hold… I am safe here.
The reminder is enough to ease some tension. I shift, push, wriggle myself into a ball, knees close to my chest, hands pushing out. I seek something solid, grounding, and find nothing. There’s no stability in this living hammock. Nothing but you surrounding me, sloshing me around as we both situate ourselves. Somehow, I don’t mind. All I can sense is you. Your heat, your breath, each rush of blood and each groan of organs. You’re a warm pool heated by the summer sun, rippling muscles like the surface of the water as I sink further down. I’m safe here, but I need something-
I push my hands out. There’s a quiet drum, a rhythm amidst all the chaos. Something grounding. It’s quick for a moment. Then, slowly, it begins to draw out. It takes a moment for me to register the source.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” I murmur, pressing my fingers into the rippling flesh, seeking the gentle drum. After a moment, I feel you press back. I feel myself relax. Stress I didn’t know I had drifts away, bubbling away to a sunny surface I can no longer see. I’m surrounded by you, someone I love, tucked away like a precious gem. And you, finally satisfied in a way I can’t understand…it’s sweet.
I’m not worried, dear. I’ll stay with you tonight. You have my word.
Maybe we can do this again.
