Predatory!

Drained and Detained

For the moment, the two of you remain frozen in time, each of you staring into the other's eyes. You can feel the flush in your cheeks as your heart races, trapped as you are in Lyra’s gaze. Finally, it is the chieftain that defies the impasse, simply letting her tongue slip lazily from her mouth before slowly tracing it across her lips. The motion makes your blush burn all the hotter as you witness this grand woman begin to lean over you. You are **** to crane your neck back, not wanting to lose sight of those beautiful pools of red, as Lyra comes to a stop with her face hovering just over your own.

Wordlessly, she parts her lips and her jaws begin to gape wide, allowing you a clear view of the slick interior. You are glued to your seat, unable to draw your gaze from that deep maw. The occasional exhale from the village Elder bathes you in her steamy breath, giving your face a light coating of dampness. With a moan of desire rumbling up from her throat, she lowers herself toward you, a mounting pressure and fear becoming apparent in your chest.

*SNAP*

Your heart nearly jumps into your throat when the humid maw is replaced with a row of pearly teeth. As the shock begins to dissipate, you are left staring at a grinning muzzle barely an inch from your nose. Lyra giggles a bit as she draws back once more, returning her gaze to your own. “It’d be a shame for our fun to end so soon, wouldn’t you agree Kale~?” You enthusiastically nod in response, taking a few breaths to calm your beating heart.

“There’s a good boy~” Lyra coos, running a hand along the side of your face. The gentle touch, almost motherly in its caress, sends a spark through your body causing most of your fur to stand on end. It is then that you feel a slight tickle at your waist. Though it is hard to pull your attention from the lovely Milotic, you reflexively peer down to see her thick tail beginning to coil around your middle. A finger under your chin coaxes you back up into her tender regard, forcing the questions from your mind. “Don’t ruin the surprise, my little kitten~”, comes the playful admonishment.

Even if you had the wherewithal to reply, you aren’t given the chance as she descends upon you once more, suddenly intertwining her lips with yours. You are caught off guard by the abrupt kiss, or rather, by that skilled tongue teasing at your muzzle. It’s not long before a moan parts your jaws and the prehensile flesh slips inside to capture your own. Not wasting any time, Lyra presses further, tilting her head to the side and probing deeper into you. It is impossible to resist as she shifts her hefty torso downward, forcing you back to lay beneath her as she continues her oral ****.

Sprawled below her voluptuous pin, your keeper forces her tongue deep enough to lap at the back of your throat. The impulse to gag is suppressed when you feel one of her velvety smooth hands tease at your fully erect member. The conquest of your maw subsides a bit as her affections are redirected to playing with her new toy. It’s all you can do to meekly lay there and accept the handling, wincing at the occasional squeeze. It is only after your eyes roll back and your hips desperately thrust within the tail trapping them that Lyra relents. A long, satisfied “Mmmmmuuaahh~” escapes her as the Elder extracts her saliva slicked appendage from your gasping mouth. After being allowed a few moments to pull yourself together, a firm tug on your sensitive bits steals a yelp and demands your attention.

“You aren’t as poorly equipped as your stature would suggest, kitten~” While the comment lacks malice, you feel a slight hit to what remains of your pride. Lyra ominously continues, “Deep breath, dear.” Without waiting for the aforementioned inhale, your world is consumed by a crushing darkness and sweltering warmth. Lucky enough to take a quick gulp of air before the smothering, you realize Lyra’s tail jerked up toward her, bringing your flustered face within reach of her luscious breasts. It is useless (And unthinkable at this point) to struggle as her arms wrap about your captured form, and lift both parties from the bed.

You can vaguely make out in your haze that the two of you are moving, though to where your overstimulated mind can scarcely imagine. The sensation of your member rubbing at her firm midsection as she walks leaves little room for distraction anyway. The lust driven stupor abates somewhat when you feel the press of a wooden wall at your back. The squeeze all around you tightens as Lyra arches forward, the lack of air beginning to foster worry in your heart. Relief comes in the form of that formidable tail dragging you upwards so that your head is allowed to pop free of the pert cleavage. The elder licks at her now ravenous grin as she beams down at your gasping face. “I believe it is time for your ‘surprise’, Kale~”

Without another word, you are suddenly lifted and sent through the compress of her bosom like a cloth through a wringer. Your ascent halts only when you perceive the warm breath of the Milotic upon your aching manhood. Your thighs reflexively buck at that first tantalizing lick. Lyra, however, is having none of that as she grips the offending limbs and holds them fast to the wall with the rest of your quivering body. “No more interruptions, MORSEL...” emanates from below, the Milotic removing all doubt as to what she sees in you. This would have likely been cause for alarm before her alluring voice and your own burning desire had dissolved what remained of your reason.

Even if you had the capacity for such thoughts, they’d have been eroded the second Lyra claimed the entirety of your erection with one swift gulp. The inarticulate gasp she pulls from you is all the encouragement she needs as those silky lips begin to run back along your length, the pressure building as they near your tip. Your hands involuntarily grasp at the ensnaring tail, **** to find some semblance of balance as Lyra applies her talents in earnest. Her suckles and nips are measured, likely wanting you to last for her entertainment. Despite this, she always manages to plant a kiss on your sheath before retreating back along the sensitive organ.

This continues for a while, the occasional hum around your cock sending waves of ecstasy rippling through your body. Soon you feel a pressure building in your chest. Your blissful moans and whimpers must have betrayed you to Lyra as she brings her performance to a painful crawl. Desperation is heavy in your voice as you beg for her mercy, eliciting a wicked smile from your tormentor. It is then that you feel her dexterous tongue coil around your pulsing member still trapped in her sweltering maw. It would appear that your lust driven pleas were what she was after…

Her efforts are redoubled as she bobs firmly upon your loins, tongue tightening as her lips devour you time and time again. Your whimpers and gasps become shameless cries of euphoria as the peak approaches. Finally, with nothing holding back your molten fervor, you scream as the intense orgasm crashes over you. Shot after boiling shot erupts from you only to be caught by Lyra who, to her credit, doesn’t spill a drop. The seconds tick by as she draws everything she can from you with each powerful slurp. Eventually, your flow ebbs off and you are left to gawk dreamily through the dark spots in your vision. The aftermath is a blur to you, as draining the experience was.

When the basest of senses return to you, a feeling of wetness accompanies the scene of your legs sliding down the Milotic’s gullet. With weary eyes, you peer beyond her lips to look again into those beautiful scarlet eyes. They fill you with a peace you’d never known and her promise of taking away your fear seems as though it’s about to be fulfilled. The tight squeeze of her throat around your waist is a bit concerning, though the emotion is fleeting as the ever-present warmth of her body envelops your own.

Just before your neck passes between her lips and the last rays of sunlight are lost, the words “Thank you” are offered to your savior before the light fades and your form is eventually **** to ball up in her spacious stomach. The heat is all encompassing now, and the soft thudding of her heartbeat soothes your hazy mind as you drift off.

No more fear… No more worry…

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A satisfied exhale escapes the aged Milotic. This ‘Kale’ had been a fine treat and, after a bit of coaxing, seemed to appreciate her gift of eternal peace. The boy even had the wherewithal to thank her in his final moments. That thought did bring a small bit of darkness over the otherwise delightful experience.

“Perhaps Arro was right about you, little one…” The words are soft and spoken only to her home's walls and the Sneasel dozing away in her belly. “He did seem upset about the prospect of losing you. My dearest Arro is quick to see the best in people after all…” The memory of her loyal protector in tears as he left with Jona in tow did bring a small dampness to her own worn visage. “The things I must do to keep my family safe…” Lyra doesn’t finish the sentence as she stands from her reclined posture against the wooden wall. Forcing yet more unpleasant thoughts from her overburdened mind, she resolves to meet with Arro at Jonas former hut.

Upon arriving, she would set her colorful tail fins to work, as she had so many times in the past, erasing any fragment of the Sneasel from Arro’s memory. The young guardian had suffered so much already. It would be cruel to allow him to carry the misery of these last few days…