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Pursuing Pleasures - Page 10 - Try to eat them - By Stanku - Overview
Your hands return to cup the two lovely heads by the temples, smoothing them reassuringly for a moment before cracking them sharply against one another like eggs. The girls slump on the ground, now much more compliant for what’s about to follow.

You start with the younger one since she looks more delicious, like a slice of hot butter over a lean steak. Picking her head in both hands you guide it between your gaping jaws, then take a gentle, mighty bite that gulps her up to the neck. She tastes wonderful indeed, vibrant with budding flavours, cheeks like cream and eyeballs made of jelly. Faint unconscious mumbles escape the girl as you relish her face, but she doesn’t quite come to before you’ve made the first swallow, at which point it’s far too late.

As she starts squirming you calmly remove the remains of her dress, revealing the modest bosom she kept hiding under. The skin is noticeably paler over the pleasantly curved orbs, which is a shame since sunlight will soon be denied them for good. You lap quickly over one breast, then another, teasing the nipples and suckling them raw. She’s almost fully awake now, struggling for air and freedom. Kneeling over her you simply pin her arms to the side and resume in a straight vertical angle, pushing your lips over her chest and stomach before you have to topple her to get fit all of her inside.

Though she was timid in swallowing you, you’re quick to return the favour. In no time you’ve reached her cute butt, cramming it down after her tummy like a peach. It’s when you’re working her shins in that her sister comes around and starts, understandably, screaming.

“Hush now, you’re alarming the whole camp,” you hiss with mouth full of toes, preparing to swallow the chain and the older sister’s ankles in the process. Eating cold steel isn’t the best for the digestion, but it should come back up naturally once the meat and bones dissolve. Before that it’s bit of a struggle holding one sister inside you and persuading the other to join her. Perhaps you took a bite too big for your stomach this time?

On cue to your worry the two gnolls from before stomp in. Your ears press against your skull at the grins that appear on their muzzles.You try to get up, but the older sister kicks you in the chin after you let your guard down and anyway you’re now as chained down as the sister sloshing in your belly.

“Look at that: a pussy got stuck,” cackles one of the gnolls.

“Better help him free, eh?” the other joins in. “You take the other pussy, even split.”

There’s little you can do in your current condition as the second gnoll, about one and a half times bigger than you, grabs you by the legs and turns you over to rest on your extended belly, your feline ass now dangerously positioned in relation to the brute’s unclothed hips. Two arms like tree trunks press down your shoulders as a solid foot of canine cock finds its way to your cattbutt and starts forcing its way in like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Brrhh, that’s a tight kitty,” pants the gnoll over your muffled mewling, sinking half of himself inside before pulling out and mailing the dick in again, gradually building a pace. As an experience it’s comparable to being sawed in half. The little sister in your gut is perhaps having it even worse since the pounding makes her cramped prison sway wildly. She’s still alive, you can tell, crying and squirming pretty much like you are at the mercy of the dick. Your ass hugs the horny cock tightly with every plunge, massaging it tantalizingly by the hear of the gnoll’s grunting.

Meanwhile the older sister must be having regrets about not keeping her mouth shut when she had the chance. Now she doesn’t, the gnoll’s schlong in her throat is taking care of that. He’s locked her arms together over her head with one of his, the other firmly holding her by the hair, her face buried in the hairy crotch. The sounds she keeps making are pretty interesting, like a clogged drainpipe was trying to sing. He’s barely moving his hips, just holding her still mostly, letting her slowly choke on the oversized dick. Apparently this one’s more hungry than horny.

It’s too bad the reverse is true about his companion. Drool splatters over your neck and back as he ploughs your ass like a possessed farm engine. A veteran of dozens of battles, skirmishes and ambushes, you’ve never dreamed of a beating the likes of this. It’s too much to keep in the humiliating whining, much less your recent meal which you suddenly regurgitate in one upheaving motion on the yurt floor, to the great amusement of the gnolls.

“There you go, kitty; now there’s room in you to take in the rest of me,” the rapist grunts, proving his point by nailing the cock inside up to the root with an audible squelch.

You’d like to tear his head off with your teeth but you’re too weak, too much in shock to do anything but withhold the onslaught as best as you can. You can well empathize with the younger sister next to you, who’s shaking, crying and dribbling liquids like a newborn.

By the time the gnoll finally unloads half a bucketful of jizz up your rear you’re limp as a noodle, an analogy which the beast is not one to miss. He grabs you by the ankles and starts noisily slurping you inside. Feebly you dig your claws to the ground, leaving a trail of shredded carpet in your wake. The older sister is mostly twitching now, finally overcome by the throbbing, musky, unwashed junk blocking her air. Noticing this, the gnoll gobbles the hands he had been holding into his jaws.

Once you and her are finished there’s probably going to be a fight about who gets to eat the remaining sister unless they can democratically divide her parts between each other. Perhaps you’ll get to know the result before succumbing to the belly yourself, a state of fact that’s rapidly becoming reality.·Your claws leave the carpet as the gnoll’s lips reach your waist, the heaving gulps,·making you vanish one slurp at a time. The last sight you get from the outside world is the older girl’s ass stuffed in the other gnoll’s jaws and then your vision is eclipsed by rows of teeth and a broad tongue that sweeps you inside.
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