You let out a high-pitched yelp as the claws release you and you begin tumbling helplessly through the air, watching in terror as Guilmon’s glistening maw rushes up to meet you. The moment you land on his spongy wet tongue, his teeth snap shut, encasing you in darkness, and the powerful muscle beneath you rushes up to pin you against roof of the mouth, nearly knocking the wind out of you.
You’re instantly covered in digi drool as the little dino begins to taste you, shifting his tongue back and forth underneath you. As the bumpy taste buds brush against your face, you find yourself choking on the hot air a bit, which is positively rancid, and the pressure of the tongue against your stomach makes breathing difficult.
“Hmm,” Guilmon hums as he moves you around inside his mouth.
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