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Title: Deamon's Pact
Type: Male swallowing female (furry)
List author as: Jewel
List author email as: Furry_Jewel@hotmail.com
*DISCLAIMER PLEASE READ*
This is a work of pure fiction.
If your under 18 or the legal adult age of your country then STOP reading
now! You've
been warned so don't come crying to Jewel when the police break down
your door. This
story contains scenes of Vore which also contains some sexually oriented
material. Vore is
the consumption of another living thing. If you are offended by these
things then this story
is not for you.
Send comments, corrections, among other things to
Furry_Jewel@hotmail.com
Titled
Deamon's Pact
Amy ran through the alley way of the newly built section of the
city. Her feet hit
the soaked ground with a splash as she slipped in a puddle and cursed
her lack of better
motor control. "Alms for the poor?" The beggar man inquired of the
beraggled Amy. "Not
now fool, I've no time for your poverty!" Amy said dashing past the
man and looking
behind her, a large figure coming into view. She ducked around the
corner, taking a left,
then right, and another left finding herself face to face with a 15
foot wall, surrounded on
both sides by immensely tall buildings. She could hear the sound of
scales scraping along
the ground, as her purser followed, flicking his tongue out to detect
her scent. Amy looked
from side to side, trying to find an exit and seeing only wall, thanked
the Gods she had
taken acrobatics as a child. The sound grew louder, every second was
one less that she
would have in fant of the creature. She gathered herself, crouching
and then sprung, hitting
the left wall, she rebounded only to do the same off the right one,
before landing exhausted
on the other side of the dead end. Stumbling blindly she launched herself
forward,
sprinting down yet another nameless alley-way. "This isn't my way off
the mortal coil" she
thought to herself, hearing the sound of an angry snake stuck in a
dead end. She leaned
against a wall, trying to collect herself, feeling the presence of
danger having been lifted.
Looking up she saw a large sign reading the words "INN" prompting her
immediate
attention to that fact that she was dog tired.
That night, laying in bed, Amy tried to reconstruct the events
in her head that had
lead to the desperate encounter with the unrelenting snake. Slowly
the memories came
back, the deal she had made, an agreement to give up her adulterous
husband for a wish.
"A daemon’s pact" She whispered to herself, feeling guilt seep into
her body, knowing that
even her husband did not deserve such treatment. She held her tail
in her hands, slowly
stroking the soft white fur, taking comfort in her relative safety.
Her ears perked at the
sound of something lurking in the small room. She held her breath and
closed her eyes,
wishing it away, but the presence did not simply disappear. She felt
the light fall on her
bed, its sterile glow not providing any warmth. She opened her eyes
one at a time, finding
a the large daemon standing at the foot of her bed. It grinned at her,
knowing that she was
caught, no escape this time. She grimaced, as the 2 horned creature
snapped it's fingers,
another light growing brighter beside him. She had seen it before,
the time being when she
had given her husband up to the monster. A forked tongue appeared through
the
shimmering light, breaking the circle of light his head appeared, swaying
to and fro, the
snake's eyes locked on frightened Amy.
It came through completely, gathering itself next to the daemon
and coiling there
spoke "I am Dalroth, and you shall be mine, resistance is ultimately
futile." Amy rose out
of the bed, bearing claws from all of her 2 furry fingers 5, on each
hand, and took a
fighting stance, much to the chagrin of Dalroth.
"Little one, you shall be consumed, there is no escape" he spoke,
springing forward
and capturing the suprised feline by the midsection.
"Put me down you beast!" She spat as his coils wound around her,
slowly
encompassing 7 feet from head to toe. He held her there, as the daemon
walked over, its
hooves hitting the floor and making a hollow echo throughout the room.
The daemon
slowly stroked her head, pushing back her ears and then putting his
lips to her forced his
tongue deep inside her mouth and down her throat. She coughed, trying
to expel the thick,
black tongue as it wriggled inside her.
The daemon finally pulled his tongue back to where it belonged,
licking his lips he
said to his master Dalroth "She shall make a fine meal!" Dalroth hissed
at the trembling
feline, sticking his forked tongue out to taste her scent and smell,
slowly searching her
entire body. Amy wriggled trying to squirm and free herself, but to
no avail as the snake
took her feet into his mouth. She felt the snake's saliva slowly encompassing
her feet, and
moving up to her ankles as Dalroth took a large gulp. Amy kicked, feeling
the soft cacoon
of flesh around her legs grasp her tighter, restricting her movement
as her assailant slurped
loudly taking her up to the hips. Dalroth grinned slightly and struck
out with his tongue at
her sex, slowly tasting it as Amy tried to wriggle away and deny the
attacker any pleasure.
Amy heard a small popping sound as he unhinged his jaws, still licking
at her now damp
pussy. She tried to stop the pleasure spreading from in-between her
legs and found that she
could not, each second bringing her closer and closer to a climax.
The large snake
swallowed her deeper, bringing her delicious sex inside his mouth as
he closed his lips and
suckled while continuing the deep probing. The feline blushed under
the white fur covering
her face, feeling violated, and ashamed that such an infernal beast
could be pleasuring her
so. She felt the tongue swirl and turn around inside as her body shook,
the orgasm flooding
Dalroth's mouth with a sweet nectar. The red daemon leaned over, slowly
rubbing her
head, treating her like a common house pet as she was pulled up to
her chest in the snake's
maw. The large snake felt the sweet nectar flow down his throat, increasing
his urgency to
fully swallow his feline prey, as he began to gulp in earnest. Amy
cried out, squirming in
Dalroth's tight coils, feeling her shoulder's disappear into his throat.
In a last ditch effort she cries out "Oh please, no not this!"
The daemon chuckled lightly, giving her one last kiss on the head before
she descended
into Dalroth's mouth, the last view of daylight enclosed by a sharp
row of teeth that
fortunately for her hadn't been used. Dalroth's tongue lapped over
her face and entered her
mouth, claiming as his own, before he gulped again using his strong
throat muscles to pull
her fully inside. The cacoon of flesh around her pushed and pulled,
like a sensuous
massage all over her body. The muscles contracted and pulled her deeper,
on Dalroth she
appeared as a large blob moving through him. Amy felt the opening around
her feet as she
was expelled into Dalroth's stomach, she .desperately struggled pushing
out against the
fleshy cavern, finding only laughter coming from the unnamed daemon.
Slowly the
digestive juices began to form, coating the outside of the stomach,
she gave muffled cries
for help, pushing fiercely as the juices ate away at her. Soon darkness
enfulged her being,
as she passed out.
Dalroth sit listlessly slowly digesting his wonderful meal and
feeling her struggling
against his side only increased the pleasure. The daemon bent over,
stroking the trapped
feline before she blacked out. "This is truly a day to remember, now
let us depart to find
more adulterous husbands... and their tasty wives" Dalroth said as
he turned to the
daemon, ordering him to open another gate, for which both of them quickly
went through.
Later that day the inn owner wondered where the woman had gone, but
finding Amy's
pouch of silver under her unmade bed, decided that this time his wife
wouldn't interfere
with his mistress's expenses.....
The moral of the story?
What goes around, comes around. |
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