You leave a drip of drool on the tasty looking Buizel. He's going to see plenty more of that anyway. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but the future viscount should know better than to leave himself wide open or not put up a fight." "Please, just get it over with" he sighs, "I don't need your lecture. It doesn't matter anymore."
You open your maw wide and engulf his head. He tastes fishy with a hint of salt from all the tears. However, part of you would feel guilty savoring him too long so you drag him in with your lips until your throat does the rest pulling him into the depths of your belly. Even though he doesn't move around inside his weight still feels great in there. Now what are you going to do with him?
