Mae squaked when she heard the door and the motion in the shadows before doing what many prey did in such a situation. She froze up. Unfortunately her clean grey-white coat was completely out-of-place here.
Leaving the shadows, Irene walks towards you, taking a closer look at her future meal. "Oh, I see.. I have a guest here," she smiles with both mouths, already feeling you squirm and tasting you inside of one of them. Almost at grab-reach now her giant lower lips open, trails of saliva between them, and a foul stench blows around your nose.
Mae realized maybe coming wasn't such a good idea. Of course, it really wouldn't matter what she thought if she didn't get away which she quickly turned her attention on how to escape before wrinkling her nose at the smell although her muscles refused to obey her commands to flee due to being frozen from fright.
Moving towards you a little faster, Irene's mouth opens even more with every step she does, revealing the gaping black abyss behind: a passage to your doom in her belly. The odor grows stronger, coming from deep within her, and her huge tongue licks over her lower lips, which are thicker than your thigh each. The trails of viscous saliva make them glisten, the fleshy tongue crawling out if her cave, to grab you around your waist.
She gags again and tries to run off but too late as the tongue is already around her. After wriggling around a little, she sees that its uselss and trys a different strategy even though it will probably have the same effect. She begs.
"please let go".
You are being dragged closer to her waiting maw by her tongue, and she does not stop while she asks "Why should I? You're my meal, after all" giving you a smirk. Her hot breath washes over you, and drops of saliva wetten your fur. Coiling harder around you, her tongue lifts you off the ground a little, so you're eye level with her.
"Because uh," she tried to think of a reason. "I'm high in Saturated Fat. I don't really know what that does but its apparently bad for you," she said as she grasped at the ground even after she was dragged off by the sticky appendage.
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