HOT VORE STORY

He got on all fours before my feet and continued staring into my eyes as my mind raged. This is it. My life ended now, and why? Because he was hungry and I didn't have any spine. I was being totally fucked over and I cooperated, not giving a single thought about myself anymore. All that mattered was serving him by being a good meal, and experiencing that. I once again felt the wet smoothness of his tongue at my feet and watched with a mixed expression of utter shock and lust as it curled possessively around one of my ankles. His mouth opened widely and soon I felt my foot surrounded by soft, slick warmth. He quickly shoved my other foot in as well and I felt him suckle at them, his mouth vibrating around them as he mmmed happily at their flavor. The smooth hardness of his flat, herbivorous teeth as they rubbed against my ankles gently contrasted with the yielding, squishy flesh I felt. He inched forward and I let out a wavering gasp as I felt his soft lips rub halfway up my shins, my feet squirming against his tongue as they slid deeper into the wonderful, hungry pocket of flesh I felt around them.

I could feel his tongue working along my feet and lower legs, slobbering on them noisily, slicking them up, and moving them into position as predator and prey continued to stare deeply into the other's eyes. He scooted forward again and I moaned as I felt my legs slide further into his big hungry maw. My knees started to disappear into his wonderful equine mouth when I felt my feet at the soft, slick entrance to his throat. It twitched against them and spread wide open... another advance from him and I felt the tips of my feet enter into a tight tube of flesh that rippled constantly around them, the directions of those waves leading inward, toward the stomach that awaited me. I felt his gullet flex around them and pull, dragging me in another inch or so into the slimy depths of his digestive tract as a lustful cry escaped my lips.

I started to moan over and over as he continued to devour me, both his pushing advances and the strong yet gentle muscles of his esophagus working to put me away, inch by inch, filling the area with the wet sound of meat sliding against meat.