#voreate

Been a long few days.

I love preds that let their prey explore. They let the prey get adjusted to the view of their maw, letting them get used to their warm breath. The pred will wait for the little thing to feel ready, and then helping them climb in. They'll savour the prey gently, minding about keeping them away from their teeth, while the small morsel will toy with the soft muscle of the toungue. The pred will tilt their head back just sligthly after a while, to let the prey know that it is time to go. The little thing will get a short glimpse of the pred's throat, just before being swiftly swallowed down, towards the pred's awaiting stomach. One of the pred's fingers will trace the path of the prey from outside, following the morsel's descent through their sternum, close to their beating heart, until the prey arrives to it's destination. The plush walls will coax at the little prey, the pred's hand just on top of them, gently caressing their middle. The little thing can't help but touch the soft interiors, in awe of the warmth that the being around them emits. An ear pressed on the stomach's surface, and they can hear the pred's heartbeat and breathing, rythmic and steady, like a lullaby made to soothe just them. In fact, the small prey is already sinking inbetween the folds of the organ: exploring can be quite tiring, y'know, and the ambience is just adding on to the prey's tiredness. The little being will drift off into sleep, circundated by a living safe place that will do nothing to harm them.

Who is the most apologetic when it comes to accidental vore scenarios?