The little hellhound is minding his own, until a large shadow looms over his small form. With a nervous gulp, Graros peers back over his shoulder, only to spot a large leg and paw behind him. He turns his body around and gasps before the large being that is Leon.

Graros falls back onto his rump, looking up, he's greeted by a big, slimy tongue. The front of his body and face get a good coating of saliva by the pink muscle. The pressure from the lick causing him to lift off the ground a few inches before splatting back down.

"Tasty... What a nice little morsel I found." Leon growls with delight. Before his prey can protest, he picks the little hound up by the back of his neck. His snack flails and hangs by his large paw, only making him chuckle in amusement. "Oh there's no place for you to go now; aside from my belly."

Graros yelps out as he's picked up. He paws and kicks towards the predator, whimpering. "N-no, please! Let me go!"

Leon ignores the little morsels pleas, and instead, drops him into his hot, humid, and hungry mouth. He shuts his maw with a soft clack, sealing the pup inside. He swirls his large slick tongue around his prey for a good taste, as well as to apply as much saliva as he can to help his preys soon-descent.

Graros' body lands on the entire tongue with a splat, quickly to scurry onto his front, slipping and losing his footing every time he tries to go back towards the front of the maw in attempts to escape. The slimy appendage moving too much to get a grip on anything, and his body gets drenched in thick saliva in the process.

After applying a good amount of saliva to his prey, Leon flicks his head back with a quick swallow. A wet gulp to accompany it. A soft murrmurr escapes the predators lips. "Mmmmh..."

"YIP!" Graros feels half his body sucked and lodged down the predators throat, one arm lost to the hungry gullet, while he scrambles with the other to pull himself back up, but to no avail... His body was caught by the strong throat muscles, barely enough room to even wriggle.

Leon brings a paw up to the top of his neck, feeling at the bulge little Graros makes. He moans softly from the feeling of that wiggling lump in his throat, huffing through his nose for air as the main way is currently occupied. 'Just one more swallow...' He notes to himself with a mischievous grin. His tongue's tip coming out to lick over his lips and teeth, savoring what lingering taste of his prey was left.

The hellhound goes into a panic, trying his hardest to scramble back up; but everything was just too slick and slimy in this humid prison! Not to mention that uvala bumping and rubbing against his face and head. "N-no! You ca--!"

'GLURRK!'

A hard swallow interupts him as those strong muscles and slick walls claim his form for good, funneling him down that esophagus rather quickly, only to serve this large predator as food.

Outside, Leon moans with pleasure as he takes a final swallow that dooms his prey, sending poor Graros down his gullet as nothing more than a lump in his neck. His paw traces the wiggling bulge down his neck until it disappears at his chest. Now his airway was free to exhale in satisfaction as he finishes his meal. "Ahhh... Delicious." He licks his chops with a happy growl. Patting his gut where his prey now occupies.

Leon looks down at his belly, noticing the slight bulge his prey causes as the little guy fills his stomach nicely. His paw travels down to it, feeling the morsel squirm and struggle still. He chuckles with a toothy grin, giving it a slow rubbing to help the process of digestion. "You're all mine now. Hope you didn't have any plans since...well, you know..." With that, he leaves his stomach to work on its meal as he continues on with his day. No one will know where that morsel went to anyway.

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My half of a trade with  TitanLeon

art © me
story by  DominikTheDrake