Chapter #6The Deer's Invitation by: Gator   ... after a few long seconds of looking you dead in the eyes, she begins to open her mouth again. You expect her to press onward with her meal, to stretch her maw wide and to take your entire head into it, sending it to join your hand and arm in their current tight, hot, and humid subjugation. On it's own, your mind imagines it - a predatory twinkle shining in her large, moist orbs; a long, drawn-out yawn to give you a good picture of the last thing you'll ever see; a step forward; and then a world of oppressive darkness...
But instead of that, instead of continuing with your consumption like you predicted, you feel the grip of her insides around your consumed limbs loosen, and you watch, with growing confusion, as she starts to slowly step back, allowing the seized flesh to softly exit from her depths. You stand there, unable, or unwilling, to do anything other than to continue looking the deer in the eyes as more of you slides free from her jaws. She holds your gaze throughout the entire process, and continues to hold it even after your hand slips off of her saliva-soaked tongue. There's a twinkle in her eye, one that looks so much like the predatory one your mind had conjured in that brief fantasy. Below that, you catch sight of her tongue poking free to glide sensually across her lips, from one corner to the other.
What feels like an eternity of staring deep into those all-encompassing orbs passes before you finally, almost hesitantly, surrender the staring match, and shift your gaze to your freed hand. It's hangs there in the air, frozen in give-or-take the same position as when it had emerged from the deer's mouth: as if reaching out to it's temporary prison, as if wishing to return. The sheet of saliva that coated it and the length of your arm made them glisten as the light of the morning sun fell upon your skin. Yet, despite the warmth that light was giving, there was a strange coldness premating from your hand, slowly spreading up your arm. Would it stop at your shoulder? Or would it creep on throughout your whole body?
Vibrations through the wooden boards beneath your feet and the soft click of hoofs pull you back to the real world. The deer has moved closer to you, retaking the same steps she had yielded to release your hand and arm. She was standing so close once again, your noses only a hair's width away from each other. You could feel her slow, gentle exhales upon your face, the warm air washing over your skin in a light, pleasing sensation.
Lungs suddenly empty, and somehow only now picking up the rapid thumps of your heart, you breathlessly ask, "... Are you... asking... me to...?"
There's no response, obviously. Deers couldn't talk. But there was that twinkle in her eyes again, and this time, there was a seemingly playful tint to it.
Slowly, she began to turn herself around. Briefly, you thought she was about to leave, and a voice in your head screamed out for you to stop her. But, to that voice's relief, she did not. She was merely repositioning herself, and came to stop when her side was facing you, then took one extra step forwards. Her round, furred midsection was now directly in front of you.
Looking down at what could only be confirmation of your theory, it felt as is all the moisture in your mouth had suddenly vanished. Could she do it? Was all you could think. She was pretty big for a deer, and your mind had imaged it, sure, but could she really do it? Could she take you into her, whole and alive? Could she slide your entirety down her sultry, constricting throat and into her waiting stomach? Could she hold you comfortably in that belly as it drooped with your added weight? Could she trot, content and proud, back into the forest as you swayed and sloshed in your final resting place beneath her? Could she really, really do it?
Then again, you remember with a short glance at her neck, she had managed to take your arm all the way up to your shoulder into her mouth without any sign of struggle. And if she was offering in the first place, surely she must be confident in her ability. She must be able to do it, and you realize she could have done so at anytime, but that she wants you to give yourself to her. To be her willing meal. A willing, filling conquest.
The deer shifted around again, robbing you of your unrestricted sight of her midsection right as you had been considering it reaching out and touching it. This time, she shifted until she has facing away from you. Her plump, furred butt was before you now, less than a foot from your crotch, and after glancing back at you, she rose her cute little tail up, revealing her most private of areas to your mesmerized eyes. On a island of furless pink, a fleshy star sat at the base of the tail like an inverse volcano, and beneath that, a slit that ran vertically along like a short canyon. As if sensing your gaze - though more likely the deer teasing you - the pair of holes shiver, the anus flexing powerfully a few times and the vagina parting ever so slightly to tease an interior of lustrous flesh.
Is this another, different invitation from the deer? Does she want you to fuck her before she devours you? Or is it simply a reminder of what will happen to you once she has devoured you? After all, once her stomach has thoroughly digested you, reduced your being to a nutritious slurry and passed it on for absorption, what was not used as energy would most likely end up added to this cute, plump tush, making it bigger, plumper, and cuter. And what was not taken would exit her body from that pulsing star, dropping to the ground in a dull, drained form, where it would go on to feed the flies and the worms. Does she want to see if that makes you change your mind?
You drift your gaze up from the deer's behind to her head. Your eyes meet again as she looks back at you. You smile warmly at her and gently nod your head, silently confirming to her that, even knowing what will happen to you, you want this. Even knowing you will be dead and gone forever, no matter how deep you look, you can't find a single voice of hesitation or objection within your skull. You want to enter her warmth, to be consumed by her, to be converted into more of her.
You want to be, and are happy to be, her food.
An expression of genuine surprise comes to life on the deer's face for a moment. You can only guess that the certainty in your eyes must have pierced her very core and caught her off-guard, if only for a moment. It dies down quickly, however, and three lights are left shining within her eyes: the predatory twinkle, the tint of playfulness, and now, a large and growing sheen of passion. Lust. But also in them, you can see a question towards you burning bright:
Shall I eat you now, or shall we mate first?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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