Frost, having dropped his book, reached out towards his aggressor, attempting to push Charem away, but the Charmeleon simply wrapped his arms around the Igwulf, pulling him in closer and hugging him tightly to him, working his maw down over his meal. Soon his scaly cheeks found their way stretching over Frost's shoulders, freeing his paws to pin his foods arms. After working halfway down the Igwulf's midsection, Charem prepared to send this food on its way. Getting a firm footing and a good grip, Charem reared his head back, lifting Frost up into the air and opening his throat, letting his meal quickly start sliding downward towards the awaiting belly, the Poke'mon letting gravity finish the work for him. After feeling the footpaws slide past his powerful throat muscles, he relaxes, secure in the knowledge that his food was past the point of no return. All Charem had to do now was enjoy the struggles of his friend as he was confined to the spacious belly below.

Part three of a comic involving  Charem and vore. Lots of that.