As high a priority as breeding is for you, that warrior could wake up when the mage is only halfway down. That would be the end of you right quick, so you settle on the prospect of two safe meals (your larger now after all). Setting your sights on the warrior’s tent you debate how to properly go about this procedure. You figure out which end her head is on, as her tail stretches out far from one side of the tent. You open your jaws as wide as you can, you may not have time to savour this one’s upper body… You back up several paces, and break into a quick sprint at the unsuspecting Draenei, your mouth agape.
In the blink on an eye her head, shoulders and tits disappear into your mouth. Immediately the fight is on. She makes noise, but it’s muffled as you get her head down into your stretching throat, her horns digging into your wet rubbery esophagus. She flails, kicks, tires to find purchase with her legs, so you drag her out of her tent and into the open where her hooves may not clatter. She has a salty sweet sheen about her, but you can hardly focus on it as she punches you as best she can. Closing your eyes under the assault you gnaw and suck as hard as you can she stretches your throat wide, so wide you consider this may have been a bad idea, but finally after a big gulp her tits go down and her arms have no more leverage to fight you.
Now you slow down, and savour her wiggling and struggling within and without your body. Her alien taste, your tongue runs over her back which excites her further. Focusing on your task you bring her further and further in, making you feel so stretched and so full. You’ve reached her hips as her head reaches your stomach, which gurgles in greeting. You wonder how it must seem for her, the prey, to stare into her coffin, her final resting place. Your tongue laps between her butt cheeks playfully and you tilt back your head so gravity can help you. Her shapely flailing legs go down differently than most. You worry over her bucking, but your cramped throat forces them together as the to enter your mouth.
Within you she churns your stomach in the most pleasant ways, stretching you and squirming for her life. You finally get her legs down into your stomach, your tongue wisely avoiding her hooves as much as possible. As she settles in your belly you lick your lips, enjoying her struggles before she expires, to your delight you still find you have a length of tail to finish. Pursing your lips you suck the twitching tail into your mouth then swallow it, satisfied. You can hardly consider eating again after this tall muscular meal. However after an hour you decide to prospect the little mage.
