Hunger!

Getting caught in the rain

You hear a low grumbling sound amidst the perpetual pounding of the rain. The infected's intentions are revealed when the dominating female leans forward to press her soft belly against your trapped form. Her muscular stomach engulfs most of your upper body, further pinning you to the wall. Your heart sinks as you discover just where the grumbling sound is coming from. Her plushy tummy vibrates all around you and its hunger is apparent, nearly deafening you with each growl.

Your attention is stolen by another sound, one of smacking lips. You strain hard to angle your neck back against the mounts of chest. With a great deal of effort, your head finally pops free of her bust, only to be covered by a fleshy pink tongue. Your captor wastes little time in lathering your exposed face with her warm saliva. Pinned to the wall with her toned bulk pressed against your quivering body, you are helpless against the onslaught of slick flesh and steamy breath. She works over your cheeks, playfully lapping at the faint blush marks burning through your fur. Moving higher, she forces you to shut your eyes against her **** as the slimy appendage rubs across your closed eye lids.

The **** stops suddenly and your pitiful whining is silenced with a deeply satisfied moan which makes your eardrums vibrate. You flinch, waiting for the mindless beast to end your torment. When you at last work up the courage to open your eyes, you immediately wish you hadn't. Your gaze is met with a deep drooling maw. Her tongue dances just inches from your face, teasing you with every pass. Satisfied with your fearful expression, she begins to lower her maw about your head.

First, the tongue gently cups your chin, massaging the underside. Eventually, the saliva coated probe works its way down towards your neck, licking at your trembling adam's apple. It sways slowly, almost sensually across your throat, eliciting a small moan. You surprise yourself with the reaction and your counterpart seems to catch the hint of lust in your tone. The pressure on your chest lessens and you feel yourself slipping down towards the floor, all whilst still wrapped tightly by muscled arm and dripping maw.

Your legs wobble a bit when you feel your feet contact the floor and you are once again supporting your own weight. The feral woman breathes warmly as she continues to bring her mouth lower, stealing the light around you. At the air grows hotter and thicker, you begin to pant, although you are unsure if it is due to the location of your nose, or the undeniable arousal mounting below. Despite your fears, despite your pain, part of you enjoys the ****. The slow, gentle motions of your foe, the pressure and warmth of the hold, the sense of utter helplessness... It shamed you to admit it, but these things made you hot... And she knew it.

After sucking the rest of your head inside to fit comfortably in her now bulging cheeks, she loosened her hold on your torso, letting your arms slip free. It was pointless, though. They hung limp at your sides, reason overruled by the ever growing heat between your legs. You don’t even twitch when you feel one of her strong hands grasp yours and begin to lift it, palm up, towards her hanging breast. Another small groan escapes your encompassed head when you feel her cup her soft mount with your hand. She squeezes gently, encouraging you to play with it. You need no further instruction as your hand begins to mold and massage the underside of the tit. Her satisfaction is complete when you reach your other hand up you fondle the other on your own accord.

Her moans of pleasure echo all around you now. The noise is deafening but not undesirable in the least. So entranced are you, that you barely feel her hands grip your buttocks and begin to lower her maw once more. It's not long before your shoulders are locked in her mouth with your head firmly pushing against her gaping throat. Your fears, however, are secondary to the wonderful sounds your massage is producing. The pleased gasps and moans sound like the perfect lullaby to your tired mind. The powerful gullet pulls your face into it, massaging your cheeks and forcing more of you into the lovely creature. Eventually, your hands are unable to reach the lovely lumps of womanly flesh as they are pinned to your sides as you continue your trip.

From the outside, one would see the infected seal woman kneeling with you engulfed down to your hips by her jaws. You don't even resist as she leans back and your feet leave the ground once more. You slide deeper and deeper until the Dewgong grasps your legs, halting your advance. Curious as to why the beautiful song has stopped, you wiggle a bit in her gullet. Your motions cease with a grunt when you feel her tongue begin to dance across the underside of your erect cock. Your moans of lust reverberate in the tight throat as your cock and balls are bathed in warm saliva. The sudden attention and the previous teasing overwhelm you quickly and you stiffen and spill your seed in the Dewgong’s maw. Your panting becomes heavy after the orgasm with so little air to be found in the throat of the dominant female, you pass out with you legs still dangling from her lips...

With a content sigh and a quiet, lady-like belch. The infected Dewgong licks her lips of any trace of the noon snack. She rubs her engorged belly and the slumbering Sneasel within, a grin upon her face. She reaches up to touch her bust where the little male had seemed excited to explore. Remembering his warm and gentle touch, she patted her stomach in some sort of thanks and she made her way back to the pile of blankets. The whole ordeal had aroused her quite a bit and she was eager sate another kind of hunger…