The Divine Wild

The pred stops in their tracks, turning around to face the person that just spoke.

"Excuse me?"

They give the pred a cocky, smug grin.

"You would not dare touch me. You talk big game a lot, but I bet you're just bluffing."

The pred blinks at them slowly. They stand there, still wearing that smug grin while the pred's mouth is starting to water. They hadn't planned on feeding today--at least, not on anyone else--but now? They have to put this brat in their place.

There's a sudden explosion of movement as the pred lunges forward, seizing the prey by the throat. Their eyes go wide, and their smug demeanor vanishes entirely. They open their mouth as if to say something, but before they can even get a sound out, they've been stuffed head-first into the pred's mouth. Now, the only audible sounds they can make are muffled, and when the pred makes that first swallow, the muffling only increases.

The pred's not even particularly hungry, and they didn't have any particularly strong cravings for this prey. Still, though, they're gulping the spoiled brat down on principle alone. Nobody gets away with taunting the pred--they always get the final say in the end.

For the prey, each gulp is agonizing. For the pred? It feels good. Each swallow pulls them down further into their body, closer to their stomach... closer to their demise.

It takes four powerful swallows to get the prey down. They're too tightly confined in the pred's esophagus to squirm properly, but nevertheless, their weak attempts at wriggling are endearing. The final swallow pulls them in fully, sending them sliding down the pred's throat and into their stomach. Their middle swells to nearly three times its size, and it shifts and bulges out unevenly in a few places. The pred lets out a sigh, running their hands over their distended belly.

It doesn't take long for the squirming to start, and when it does, the pred has to hastily find a place to sit down. The sensation of prey writhing against their stomach walls never fails to make them weak in the knees, and it pulls a pleasured groan from the pred's lips.

"Now... you were saying?" The pred asks. This time, it's their turn to wear a smug grin as they look down at their writhing stomach. The only response they hear is muffled pleas for release. The pred thinks they can even make out a desperate, I was wrong! Which only makes them let out a chuckle.

"That you were, that you were... but I can't have you thinking that I'm only bluffing, now, can I? You could tell anyone that I let you go, and it'd ruin my reputation."

A deep, meaty gurgle sounds from within the pit of the pred's belly. The sound pulls panicked squirms from the prey, and in response, the pred's stomach begins to thrash and jerk with more vigor than it did before. They can even detect a muffled whimper within their stomach walls somewhere, which only makes the pred feel all the more smug.

"No... I'll be keeping you until I'm sure you've learned your lesson... however long that takes."

The pred's stomach sloshes as the prey struggles harder. They think they hear a muffled sob, but the pred doesn't care. It only fills them with glee.

"Don't worry... I'll make sure that your attitude... melts away," the pred purrs.

The prey's not an idiot. They know what that means. The sentence pulls frantic struggles from them, eliciting another groan of pleasure. The pred kneads their fingers into their flesh before leaning back in their spot.

They really hadn't intended on having such a big meal that day. The prey would've been fine if they kept their mouth shut, but no, they just HAD to go and say something...

Besides, someone was going to put the little morsel in their place at one point or another. They needed to be taught a lesson for talking back to a pred...