Frank conversation with Marko.

Marko pulled out of your mouth and throat, and you spent several moments panting. “Oh my God, you are alright with him fucking me up?” you ask.

He leaned over and kissed you, “Sure, as long as I get to eat you.”

You shudder at his words, another orgasm tearing through you. “I can’t believe you just discussed how you both wanted to use me.”

Marko kissed you again, “I can. You are a lovely kinky bitch, who wants to be abused, bred and eaten.” You again moan at his words, knowing he was right. “This is the world Anthro’s live in. We could walk out that door right now and have a tiger decide they want to eat you, and unless I want to fight them, there is little I could do. Why do you think I always have voles with me? They make an easy bribe.” He paused for a moment. “Speaking of,” he stepped over to his bag and pulled out the little container of rodents, “Want one?”

“I am full of cum, and my jaw hurts; I’m right, thanks.” You think about what Marko said. “Marko, If I’m here for a couple of weeks, what’s the likelihood I won’t get eaten?”

He shrugged as he chewed on a rodent. “You have better chances with someone like Deverou on your side. I thought you realised that, and that was why you did this.”

You moan, “Give myself to more powerful anthro’s to stop other anthro’s from eating me?”

He nodded, “Why do you think little birds hang out with crocodiles and hippos?”

“You think of me as a little bird?” You ask him.

He leans over and gently bites your neck, just enough to penetrate your skin. You moan and hold him there for a few moments before you let him go, and he pulls back. “No, you are far more tasty than a little bird.”

You whimper in a combination of pleasure and sick arousal. “Marko, if I asked you to, would you eat me here and now?”

He smiled at you. “I am constantly resisting the urge to eat you. Since I tasted you earlier today, I can’t get your taste out of my mouth, and when I think about it, I get hard and hungry.”

You moan at his words, his evident passion, “You know I am yours?” you ask him.

He holds your hand and lifts it to his mouth, taking your little finger in his fanged maw. “I know, which is why it is so hard to resist eating you right now.”

You panted as he gently bit down on your little finger. “If you want to…” you leave the thought unfinished.

He slowly pulls your finger from his mouth. “I know, but when I do, I want it to be something special, something special with you.”

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