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...In all seriousness, I wanted to do something more daring for a PoV story. With a dragon, instead of a generic anthro, this time. And not to mention bladder vore, which is also a first for me. I'll still stick to third person narration for most of my stories, but let me know if PoV is something that you want to see more of.
tags:
- Beetle
- cock vore
- feral predator
- feral prey
- male predator
- ambiguous gender prey
- willing predator
- willing prey
- bladder vore
- size difference
- long-term endo
- point of view
- flash fiction
- Beetle
- cock vore
- feral predator
- feral prey
- male predator
- ambiguous gender prey
- willing predator
- willing prey
- bladder vore
- size difference
- long-term endo
- point of view
- flash fiction
copyrightedCharacters:
Beetle: bad-manners
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@ -86,7 +86,7 @@ Your snout bumped into the opening, getting a fuzzy feeling and a stronger scent
His cock was still neatly tucked away within, forcing you to come to it instead. You dug your scales against what felt like yet another opening inside of the sheath, and the obscured shaft started to expand and envelop your snout. The hybrid moaned softly – though it sounded more like cooing –, and the tip of your face felt even warmer once surrounded by his penis. You weren't too small, but with minimal pressure, the flesh stretched like a funnel to welcome your snout.
The bright fluff brushed against your forehead and horns, and the orange sheath grew bigger in your field of vision. You wondered if, from outside, anyone could even be notice that, aside from that elastic skin pocket, you were also being swallowed by his cock. The tunnel accommodated you further and, true to Beetle's word, there wasn't a single sign of urine so far. It would be impressive if he had -actually- made it all squeaky clean with so little effort, just for you, so casually.
The bright fluff brushed against your forehead and horns, and the orange sheath grew bigger in your field of vision. You wondered if, from outside, anyone could even be notice that, aside from that elastic skin pocket, you were also being swallowed by his cock. The tunnel accommodated you further and, true to Beetle's word, there wasn't a single sign of urine so far. It would be impressive if he had _actually_ made it all squeaky clean with so little effort, just for you, so casually.
Though you had your jaws locked together by the stretched urethra – your snout vanishing past its halfway point –, his cock had no indications that it'd leave its cozy home. Even as it expanded inside of Beetle's sheath, to fit more of you in... Any size-related concerns that you wouldn't be able to squeeze yourself in melted away. Maybe it just couldn't push out, with your face obstructing its path. Or maybe Beetle was purposefully keeping his cock flaccid and hidden, as some weird Manner of flex.