Artwork by diablito
Me I am a human, small and puny by even the standards of my species. Most women don't want me because I am not the big dashing hero that will sweep them off their feet or save them by the evil villain in their fantasies. No I am a puny Nerd of no stature and alone, well not completely alone. Sapient predators like weaklings like me and I adore any affection I receive from them. I mean I'm into maws and being swallowed, which in return makes even my own kind to judge me, feeling as if I'm suicidal for being into something so dangerous. What they don't understand that with the right predator it can be the safest thing in the whole world. Thankfully I never met one who decided I was merely an object a meal to consume and forget about. To these predators is that my life matters and when I'm no longer around my taste, my company will no longer be available if I came to harm.
From dragons to giants and even dinosaurs oh my.
Then one day I met Kee'vya. The raptor has claimed me and now will do anything for me to feel to accept that claim. Yes when it comes to predator and prey, it's the predator that impresses upon the prey that predator is the one they wish to be consumed by. Unlike marriage in the old days when there was only one sapient race. The Claiming is the new way for things, for sapient creatures from opposing species unite as lovers. While not really accepted well by both societies that feel we should keep to our own species. Screw them, they don't understand that when in love there is happiness and happiness is what makes a relationship fulfilling and whole.
As for how predator and prey interact, it's a thrilling ordeal for the prey and rewarding for the predator. For Kee'vya, the fun of stalking me... the joy of accepting the instincts of her ancestors and giving into them. The growls of dominance, the fearsome displays to cause me and my body to excrete the intoxicating aroma of fear. Am I completely fearful? No, I can be fearful of someone as gentle as her, but I can't help what nature gave my ancestors in order to help them survive. Though even for me it can be still intoxicating as well, as adrenaline courses through my blood stream like a drug. I shake and tremble as the chemicals overwhelm me while my instincts tell me to run. I however can't run from such fearsome beauty. No I can not. I want to be hers, I want her to dominate me, to make me feel safe in her presence.
The dance of predator and prey, for her to slide her claws against my body gently without letting blood out. Her way of showing she can be gentle and that I am more worth to her then mere flesh to consume. Keep in mind kissing is not mere pressing of the lips or even tonsil hockey, when it comes to this relationship it's all about the consumption. Making you theirs, taking you away from the other predators that may want you. It all starts with a kiss, the predator taking the prey into their jowls, suckling on their head with the throat. Those wet muscles stroking the head tenderly while the teeth gently poke the skin in a show that you are the prey. I of course reward her for her affections by stroking her cheek and underneath her jaw.
The next part is the removal of the fake fur, well my clothing and Kee'vya being a shapeshifter, is now growing her body to accept mine into hers. Bare skin against tongue and maw flesh, the caress of the undulating throat and the embrace of the spongy stomach walls. Buried beneath a warm insulation of flesh, listening to the orchestra of her bodies life as she carries me away inside of her. I belong to her, I am her beloved prey. She sniffs at my discarded clothing, using the discarded objects to enjoy my delicious scent while I linger beneath her flesh. I am hers.
Me I am a human, small and puny by even the standards of my species. Most women don't want me because I am not the big dashing hero that will sweep them off their feet or save them by the evil villain in their fantasies. No I am a puny Nerd of no stature and alone, well not completely alone. Sapient predators like weaklings like me and I adore any affection I receive from them. I mean I'm into maws and being swallowed, which in return makes even my own kind to judge me, feeling as if I'm suicidal for being into something so dangerous. What they don't understand that with the right predator it can be the safest thing in the whole world. Thankfully I never met one who decided I was merely an object a meal to consume and forget about. To these predators is that my life matters and when I'm no longer around my taste, my company will no longer be available if I came to harm.
From dragons to giants and even dinosaurs oh my.
Then one day I met Kee'vya. The raptor has claimed me and now will do anything for me to feel to accept that claim. Yes when it comes to predator and prey, it's the predator that impresses upon the prey that predator is the one they wish to be consumed by. Unlike marriage in the old days when there was only one sapient race. The Claiming is the new way for things, for sapient creatures from opposing species unite as lovers. While not really accepted well by both societies that feel we should keep to our own species. Screw them, they don't understand that when in love there is happiness and happiness is what makes a relationship fulfilling and whole.
As for how predator and prey interact, it's a thrilling ordeal for the prey and rewarding for the predator. For Kee'vya, the fun of stalking me... the joy of accepting the instincts of her ancestors and giving into them. The growls of dominance, the fearsome displays to cause me and my body to excrete the intoxicating aroma of fear. Am I completely fearful? No, I can be fearful of someone as gentle as her, but I can't help what nature gave my ancestors in order to help them survive. Though even for me it can be still intoxicating as well, as adrenaline courses through my blood stream like a drug. I shake and tremble as the chemicals overwhelm me while my instincts tell me to run. I however can't run from such fearsome beauty. No I can not. I want to be hers, I want her to dominate me, to make me feel safe in her presence.
The dance of predator and prey, for her to slide her claws against my body gently without letting blood out. Her way of showing she can be gentle and that I am more worth to her then mere flesh to consume. Keep in mind kissing is not mere pressing of the lips or even tonsil hockey, when it comes to this relationship it's all about the consumption. Making you theirs, taking you away from the other predators that may want you. It all starts with a kiss, the predator taking the prey into their jowls, suckling on their head with the throat. Those wet muscles stroking the head tenderly while the teeth gently poke the skin in a show that you are the prey. I of course reward her for her affections by stroking her cheek and underneath her jaw.
The next part is the removal of the fake fur, well my clothing and Kee'vya being a shapeshifter, is now growing her body to accept mine into hers. Bare skin against tongue and maw flesh, the caress of the undulating throat and the embrace of the spongy stomach walls. Buried beneath a warm insulation of flesh, listening to the orchestra of her bodies life as she carries me away inside of her. I belong to her, I am her beloved prey. She sniffs at my discarded clothing, using the discarded objects to enjoy my delicious scent while I linger beneath her flesh. I am hers.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Dinosaur
Gender Female
Size 1280 x 905px
Really adore how this one came out. Always fantastic to see Nero in these situations!
I think the reason I love safe vore so much is that sense of "this giant apex predator could kill me in an instant, but they won't because they love me." It's the ultimate display of trust and love. That's why I love your stories and characters so much, cause you understand that.
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