Vore

Try as you might, you couldn't break free from the werewolf's monsterous strength. Even as you felt your left cheek be tasted by her vulpine tongue. Before that wolfess leaned towards the nape of your ear, with a feral grin on her face.

"Meat". One word, and the wolfess leaned towards your face. Licking the cheek of your face, as you saw her fanged maw breathe over your head. Then, her mouth widened, as she pushed your head into her wolvine throat.

You felt her tongue rub moistly, over your chewed on neck, as with one feral gulp, you were sucked right down her throat. Crushed, as her predatory muscles swallowed you down, to a gurgling stomach.

By the time you began to get your bearings. You were face to face with your **** parent. Whose somehow, still asleep in spite of both being swallowed.

Yet somehow, you can't help but think back to Lyla's warning to stay away from her, as digestive fluids start to build up, as you're both woken from slumber by the gastric movements, started to knead at both your prone bodies.