No (cv)

You don’t know why you didn’t open your mouth. Perhaps you were still struggling to process everything happening. Perhaps, deep down, you wanted inside that red rocket. You had escaped the secretary, but the idea of being eaten was still… confusingly arousing. And here you were, you nose now stuck in the tip of a rapidly engorging red rocket. Ripley’s cock continues pushing out of its sheath, stretching around your face as the dog above you lets out a surprised moan.

“You shoulda said something if you wanted inside! I haven’t eaten human this way in a while, sorry if it’s a rough trip.”

His other hand pushes down to grip the back of your head, and he begins pulling your face deeper into his cock. The moist tunnel stretches around you easily as the huge cock continues escaping from its fleshy pocket. On the outside, your face leaves a clearly defined outline on the underside of his cock, Ripley’s tongue hanging from his mouth as he pants slightly, holding his legs spread apart to make room for his incoming passenger.

Your first class, you had avoided the teacher only to be immediately eaten by the person sitting next to you in your first class. And he hadn’t even been trying to eat you yet, you practically fed yourself to him, and you fed yourself to his balls. The tight, moist tube is only getting more restricting as it pulses over your shoulders. The sound of the teacher has been long muffled by this point, the dog above seemingly trying to split his attention between both things.

It feels like it takes nearly the rest of class for you to fully slip inside that musky tunnel, getting despite face first into the dog’s roiling, churning balls. You are **** to curl up in the pool of warm, sticky cum. Outside, he can’t help but look down past his fully erect cock at the perfect outline of a human in his left nut. He can’t help but let out a low happy growl as his paws go to massage you in his balls.

“I’m honored to have you feed yourself to me human. I hope you have a good time in there.”

You can feel him seemingly twist in his chair, the dog turning back forward to begin trying to focus on the rest of class. He leaves you there, hanging from his crotch in a sticky, cum-filled hammock as you continue trying to process the situation.