Yeah I Can Chill With A Dino
hello again, it is me. here's a vore dino.
"Are you ready?"
The scaled maw in front of me blocked my path, and as it spoke, its breath threatened to throw me off balance.
"Well, I guess I can call off those pla-,"
Garodayn, always the concerned type. An overall good thing, towering above most others with at least eleven feet, a dinosaur could be deadly if he was careless. And just now, he'd taken it upon himself to cancel those plans for me by trapping me in his maw. So considerate.
His tongue got to quick work tasting me and covering me with saliva. Slickened as I was, I began to slide back out between his lips until he lifted his head up, tilted just enough to let me slide back in. I pressed my hands in front of me, pushing down on it to give it a little massage of sorts. He reciprocated, in a way, by wrapping his thick tongue around my dangling legs, rubbing them up and down.
Bringing his tongue back in, I was able to even hug it. His teeth gently gripped around my waist while the tip of his tongue tasted around my chest and up towards my face. I opened my own, more diminutive mouth, and tasted him. Some kind of French kiss. He felt his way towards my open mouth, and truly made out with me.
His tongue was so large that it spread my jaws wide open, and as it travelled deeper, I rolled my eyes up, and counted the ridges on his palate. Done tasting my throat, I gasped for air when he let me go.
I felt gravity tilt to the opening of his throat, the gently undulating cavern that drew everything towards it, like a painting. Opening his maw, light spilled in to truly define the features that surrounded me. The red flesh all around that was shining in saliva. The slightly yellow teeth that threatened to tear, though he never once hurt me. And the path I was to take deep in his throat, wantingly empty.
He let me take it all in for a beat, then that treacherous tongue slid up my legs, bringing them in.. He didn't swallow as I slid into his body, my chest easing into his throat with almost no resistance. No doubt my form would be visible, at least somewhat, in his neck before disappearing behind his clavicle.
Only when my waist passed over the back of his tongue did I really start to slow down, coming to stop as my legs twitched idly around. His heartbeat in my ears got drowned out by the rush of muscles activating, his first swallow pushing me down hard enough to get my head into his stomach. The taut ringed entrance squeezing around my neck.
I hung there, eyeing up my room for the next couple of hours, dim glow illuminating it just enough to make out basic details; wet and ready. He swallowed again, releasing me from my upside-down torture, pushing the entirety of my body into his tank, sealed away save for a small burp that escaped.
The tight confines were just tight enough to feel like an embrace, and I lightly squirmed the way he liked it. I was his for the time being, and we both enjoyed each other.
Garodayn rubbed over the bulge in his midsection, sometimes pushing it into himself to make it squirm more. He leaned back on the couch, just basking in the fullness his friend gave him. After a few minutes, he leaned forward again, grinning as he squished his tummy a little to reach the coffee table, grabbing a controller. Hours would pass away as his little friend stewed in his gut, safe and sound.