The tastiest treat

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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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drcllol asked:

Don't know if anybody has already ask this question but: Do you refer to belch up the skull of your prey OR do you prefer to shit the skull out together with his other remains? and why :p

As much as I like belching up preyboy remains, pushing a skull out of my ass is pretty hot 😈 I mean it feels good when I’m forcing the rest of their remains out, but when I feel their skull pushing against the inside of my ass, hitting all the rights places, my cock leaks and I basically balance on the edge of cumming all the while I’m straining to give birth to their skull out of my ass…..😜

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The stirring of the stomach was always strong, the king’s digestive system well versed in processing heavy meals, and it was wasting no time in pulping the large church of meat it had been dealt. His supper slowly compacting to a series of audible gurgles as the gut compressed like a trash compactor with the persesitant kneeding tenderizing a still semi - hardened mass.

The stern stiffness began to soften soon, what part of the giant lobster like creature he’d had being smoothed into nothing more than a warm sphere to be ground into protein rich pulp. The stomach acids sloshing in rumbling waves as the enzymes were worked into the paste so that the provided cells offered the largest amount of energy possible.

By now, what used to be a large, heavy meal was nothing but a simmering and thick stew being slowly pumped into his waiting Bowels. The sound of digestion loud as His gastric system worked overtime breaking down the chyme into it’s base components. The merfolk’s stomach warm, blood flow dancing through it like a spider’s web as his entire frame focused on the biodegrading of such a delicious serving. His lungs gently rose and fell with every breathe as little by little his belly shrunk with the rhythm of his own internal score.

Lex snoring through all of this, as his stomach was nearly back to its flat self by sunrise, the unusable waste packing his lower belly tight in an attempt to get out. The merfolk fidgeted in his sleep, blissfully basking in the sheltered storm that was raging in his stomach as his guts shifted through the lingering slop. The gut grumbling slightly as it worked on processing the last of the most stubborn bits from the previous night.

Lex begun to stir as a familiar pressure begun to settle from deep within his intestines, reminding him that it would soon be time to steadily relieve it. One of the King’s hands absent Mindedly landed on his midriff, feeling the firm reconstituted remains of the prey he’d caught within him, a small burp reminding Lex of the taste of fermented meat. It was a strange taste, making him twitch gently as his brain began to awake fully.

The sight was cute, although the moment would eventually fade, as he would have to open his eyes and make a rather large, and messy deposit...

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Good vore thing: swallowing somebody who’s wearing a leash and collar. You hold on to the end of the leash, playing with it, twirling it around absentmindedly with one hand and massaging your gut with the other. Then several hours later, you pull the leash out and all that’s left on the end is a slimy collar oof that’s so fuckin gross but I love it so much hhhhhhhhhh 😍

ugh i'm repulsive getting flustered just thinking about it kill me fatal vore digestion vore talk