#ambiguous prey

That conversation plays back in your head as you cling to what's left of the ship. How ironic. If your friend were there, you'd be laughing in their face, only, you watched them being reduced to nothing but a bulge sliding down some sea monster's throat.

Sooner or later, that same thing would happen to you.

Turns out, it'll be happening sooner rather than later. There's a soft singing that reaches your ears, and soon, a creature is lifting itself out of the water beside you. You can recognize its elegant form immediately; it's a siren, creatures that have a reputation for dragging sailors to their watery deaths. Looking around, though, you're basically already doomed. Your ship has sunk, and nearly all of your crewmates are now submerged by the ocean somewhere, digesting in something's belly. You could've been one of the unlucky ones that drowned. You could've been one of the ones torn to shreds by schools of hungry fish.

But no. You're here, having a siren singing to you. Your mind is slowly turning into putty from their singing, but if anything, you don't mind. If anything, it makes things less unpleasant for you.

The siren reaches out, combing their clawed fingers through your hair. The gesture is almost sweet, in a way. You know this creature is about to devour you, but they're being gentle with you, at least. They're even whispering to you, speaking to you.

"Poor thing, your ship sank," the siren says. "I can make you comfortable~"

You're not stupid. You know what it means when it says "I can make you comfortable".

But, fuck, you've been out floating on the water for hours now. The siren's touch feels like drops of crystal water, sliding down your skin. Their singing grows louder, and soon, it's enveloping your senses. You're only dimly aware as the siren leans in and opens their jaws wide.

Before they start, they delicately comb your hair out of your face. Then, they're cupping your face, pressing delicate kisses to your skin... and then, they're taking you in, sliding your head onto their tongue. The inside of their mouth is much cooler, and their tongue swirling over your skin feels like salvation.

Soon, they're making the first swallow. The pressure of their throat muscles, squeezing your body, feels like it's wringing every drop of salt water out of your body. You feel like everything awful is being squeezed out of your body. With each swallow, you're pushed further and further into their body, and as you slip further down, everything starts to feel cooler. The blinding, searing rays of sunlight now just feel like a distant memory.

Soon enough, you're fully seated in the siren's stomach. There's dim light from the sun, but it's quickly snuffed out by the siren diving back into the water. Even with a mind stuck in sludge, you can envision how you must look; nothing more than an adorable bulge on the siren's belly now.

You know you're never going to see the light of day again. Maybe when the siren's song wears off, you WILL care. Maybe then, you'll regret how compliant you were, and you'll struggle heavily in their gut, fighting back against heavy stomach walls. Maybe you'll strain against the siren's stomach, even while knowing that they're resting at the bottom of the sea.

Right now, though? Their song dances through your mind. Everything feels good. Their stomach is a clear, crystalline oasis in the face of the blaring sun. The deep gurgles and groans starting to sound from their stomach is just the choir, singing about your arrival.

Oh, you poor thing. You're shivering. Terrified. Why don't I fix you a cup of tea, and then-

...I beg your pardon?

Oh... so... that's what you want? Are you sure...? That monster nearly did the same thing to you, so I thought-

...Well, okay. If you insist.

Your hands reach up, grazing my lips, and then they gently push into my mouth. My tongue lightly brushes against your hand, taking note of the flavor and texture. I can't help myself; my mouth waters a little, and I part my jaws, holding them wide open for you to stare into. I've heard people describing the feelings that flow through them as they stare down a pred's throat... but I can only try and guess what you're thinking and feeling. You still seem a little shaken up from the monster that tried to attack you, but-

My thoughts come to a screeching halt when you push yourself in. Your head hits my soft palette as you push insistently, and, on instinct, I swallow.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

...And then, finally, a deep, slow gulp pulls you in fully. My throat bulges out as you glide down into my body, and finally, you land in my stomach.

Monsters like us have a very sophisticated understanding of our own bodies. It's to the point that we can control our own digestion. It's admittedly a little hard; sometimes, it's like trying not to blink when you've held your eyes open for a while. Having prey in our stomachs just feels so good, and their squirmy little movements causes our stomach to send chemical signals to the brain, begging to start the pleasurable process of digestion...

But to you, I would never. You're too valuable, too precious. I'll do everything it takes to keep you safe, you have my word.

Made this because I haven't sketched the poor gooey lad in so long and he's been feeling rather neglected. XD

taps chin

prey that always catches a specific pred looking at them with stupid lovey dovey eyes but said pred immediately finds the floor interesting after being caught. and it's the dumb, puppy love stare - not weird perv "i need to eat you" stare

and over time the two get to know one another. the prey is neither an extrovert or introvert, just.. lowkey there at college. the pred? suuuper popular guy that can't help but have eyes for someone that isn't sucking up to them. the prey is entirely uninterested until the whole shy staring incidents start up.

stay with me here: they become an uber secret relationship. mostly because a LOT of preds who date prey get nagged about when they'll eat their partner. this pred wants it to be all up to the prey's pace - they put a metaphorical collar on and gave the leash to their partner. lo and behold, some other pred finds out about their relationship and the sweetheart pred has to do the absolute evil to keep their beloved safe. it's not fun for either of them - they prey is hastily stuffed into the belly of the pred, and the pred is weighed down by the guilt of doing the unthinkable. it was a heat of the moment thought.

though, after things settle, the prey understands what happened. the pred sensed a threat and had to do what they thought would keep their beloved safe. it's a bit awkward when the pred is laying on their bed, drumming their fingers nervously on their belly while rambling out apology after apology. it's endearing, really. however, the whole stress of the day has both of them too tired to do much, so they come to an agreement to deal with it all in the morning.

a bit inspired by a long talk with someone ;)

but the sheer terror that a cruel pred can invoke in a prey is something so incredibly erotic to me, bonus points if the pred and prey know each other and there is a betrayal involved, like the pred is acting purely on cruel deep desire they’ve suppressed for so long

imagining a scenario where a pred is staring down at his soon-to-be food item that he’s placed on the bed in front of him, looming over and dwarfing the measly little prey with his shadow, eyes locked-on, unwavering in his greedy gaze

his eyes focusing on every little twitch and shudder, he knows that even if his little one decides to run, it’s utterly hopeless and they’re going to meet the same fate regardless

the prey is stunned with fear, at this point there is no way out and no one is coming to save them, there is no hope, clearly their once dear companion is lost to their inner sick fantasy

they can run, but they’ll be caught

they can hide, but not forever

the pred scoops up the prey in his hand, pressing them firm against his stomach, just so they can hear every little churn, his stomach crying out, he’s starving, he made sure to not eat just to make this moment even more worth it

the prey is fighting to loosen even one arm out from the firm hand pressing them up against the warm flesh, they wriggle and writhe but it’s to no avail, they can feel tears begin to form

feeling his prey begin to cry from within his grasp, he moved his hand to grip them between his thumb and index finger, lifting them up to his face to inspect their features, admiring their tear stained cheeks and pleading eyes, taking in their weak pleas “please…don’t….please, just let me go please”

this whole situation is so exhilarating… he can’t help but feel the tightness growing in-between his legs, this just feels so right

to hold such a level of control over someone who had trusted him so much and become their god?

he really does love them, but this chance to claim them all for himself and to fulfill this agonizing craving to break them down into nothing more but nutrients and become their end is speaking louder to him than any rational thought could, he needs them now

the prey looks into the preds eyes and can see his pupils are dilated, his eyes glazed over with a look of pure starvation and lust

he can’t help but let out a low “fuck…” and grin as they lock eyes once more, this rush is making his heart begin to pound

“I can’t wait any longer, I need you”

and before the prey could even say a word, the much larger being brought them to his lips and began to kiss them, quickly moving to more open mouth kisses, completely engulfing the prey with a sloppy onslaught of ravenous kisses and drawn out licks

tears continued to flow down the prey’s cheeks, quickly to be licked away as fast as they came, at this point they’re choking on saliva and the hot moist flesh had left its mark on every surface of their body

no amount of thrashing could free them now, their heart is pounding out of their chest and they’re getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen

the pred couldn’t help but moan at both their taste and the sensations of them struggling feebly in his grasp, the low sounds vibrating against their body and his steamy breath wafting over them

he had begun to use his free hand to alleviate some of the tension that had grown in his boxers all while still savoring his defenseless little morsel, buckling into his grip around his swollen member…

(to be continued(?))

She probably won't be an OC. I just wanted to draw a snake woman to practice with tail bulges an junk.

In the midst of their spiral, they don’t notice the fact that the pred had started looking for the prey that he had ordered as dessert to land on top of the disgusting mix of food in his stomach. When they snapped back to reality, they were in the hungry mouth of the giant man whose stomach was calling for its last bite of lunch.