(Tiny vore with Leona) "Eep! L-Leona! C-Can you please put me down? I-I'm not a mouse!"
“Eep! L-Leona! C-Can you please put me down? I-I’m not a mouse!”
“Aren’t you though?” Leona asked. He swung you gently, relishing in your squeak of objection.
The deep red that covered your tiny face was simply adorable and the demi-lion was extremely compelled to taste it. So he did.
Leona leaned forward and licked a stripe up your body and you squealed desperately. He pulled back with a murmur and you saw that his eyes had become lidded with pleasure. Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes and tried to regain a semblance of composure.
He chuckled and let you swing further down towards his face, dipping you low enough that you could feel his steamy breath on your skin.
“Little herbivore, I think we’ve put the inevitable off long enough. Don’t you think so?” A scared look came over your face and a flicker of uncertainty passed through Leona’s eyes.
“I’ll let you out of course. But not until after I’ve had my fill of your addicting taste and the incredible way it feels to have you squirming inside my belly.”
You calmed at that and nodded meekly. A sinister sort of smirk grew on Leona’s features and the mage dropped you lower again. When you were low enough he stuck his tongue out and gently lapped up your legs and arms.
The stimuli made you giggle and inside, Leona was happy you were relaxed again. The moment didn’t last though when he opened his fang filled maw, giving you a very brief glance at the murky entrance to your destination, before he dropped you head first and snapped his jaws shut with a loud clack.
Saliva instantly soaked into your clothes and drenched your hair. Leona let his eyes shut and he growled lowly, the sound reverberating around you. His tongue curled around you and uncurled before poking and lapping at your entire being.
Leona was obviously tasting you and equally obviously enjoying it. It seemed like forever before he finally tipped his head back and allowed you to slip into his esophagus for the no doubt, suffocating ride to his stomach.
You squirmed and struggled on the way down, knowing it would only make the journey faster. Besides, Leona loved it when you squirmed. He let a finger trace your form behind his chest and down to his stomach, where you plopped unceremoniously into a puddle of tingly acid.
Careful not to slip, you stood and made your way to the edge of his gut where a hand print could clearly be seen. You pressed yourself against it and started to massage the walls.
Leona moaned and let his head fall back. Everytime you did this it was incredible. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a low belch. He grunted and sat up, ignoring your indignant cry.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRP!!!!”
“Oh god…much better… BuuuuAAAAArrrRRRpP!”
You flushed as Leona worked on expelling his gut gas. “Oof, damn herbivore. Always got to take so much goddamn…BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRP!!!...air with you.”
“Sorry.” you apologized insincerely. Leona huffed and belched again before laying back down.
“First of all, don’t think I don’t know you don’t mean that. Second, get comfy herbivore. I plan on letting you stew in there aaaaall afternoon.”