𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐌𝐀𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓/𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Slight vore?

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The wait was torturous. Your face, covered in the MAG agent's saliva, was hot and sweaty. This thing wanted you to be afraid. "Hello," you signed shakily. "Why-" you paused mid-sign. This thing was nothing more than a target? Why are you so afraid? Maybe I'm scared because I'm NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS CLOSE! You were a sniper, you stayed in the background, close-range combat was NOT your thing- especially not with a creature so immense.

It slowly began opening its mouth, making you squeal fearfully. "Stop! Stop!" you signed frantically. "Stop it!" Despite your pleas, the thing continued, pushing in closer to you and caging you in with its massive paws. You flushed, ashamed to be begging like this. "Please! Please stop!" You vainly signaled. The beast couldn't see you anymore, you were nearly encapsulated- god, why was it going so slow!

Finally, finally, you were surrounded by darkness. You were laying on something squishy- must be the thing's tongue. It wriggled slightly at your touch- perhaps it's trying to unsettle you more? Although, it was. . . admittedly cozy and warm. . . Why hasn't it swallowed yet? You could feel the creature move, the thump, thump, thump of its feet sending waves all through its body, causing you to panic and squeeze its tongue tighter.

You could feel gentle vibrations rocking your body, rattling your head in an unpleasant manner. It felt like bees were swarming around inside of you- making your skin crawl. The visual made you shiver and squeeze your eyes shut. Salty tears threatened to burst, and you quivered forcefully to keep yourself grounded.

Well, as grounded as you can be in a MAG agent's mouth, being carried around like a young crocodile. Is it just trying to scare me, you wondered? It seemed pretty smiley when you faced off at the old AAHW base. Maybe that was it? Just a monster toying with its prey before it goes in for the kill? Hoping that was all, you began to calm down. It's not as hard to relax when you know what's coming for you, right?

So why are you still uncertain?

* * *

He tried not to run as he went towards the entrance of the base- the place was old, retrieval teams had already come and gone- it was the perfect place to keep his brand-new thingy. He squeezed his way in, careful not to disturb his tiny cargo, and brushed himself off. Elton grabbed a large chunk of the broken concrete floor and shoved it in the doorway, nodding to himself once the job was done.

Without further ado, he lolled out his tongue, letting the shivering, wet assassin fall into his paws. He cooed quietly, gently pressing his lips against you and causing you to stir. The itty being sat up slowly, staring at Elton with a terrified expression. "Wh. . . what. . ." you whispered sweetly, your plump lips moving in ways so elegant Elton could only dream. He softly set you on the ground, ready to talk.

"No," you signed. Elton cocked his head, curious as to what his little friend had to say. "Don't do that. Ever." Your face, now one of frustration, seemed to turn red as you recalled Elton's actions. "I don't like it." You were still shivering, now partially from anger. After all, what gave Elton the right to do such a thing? "If you're gonna eat me, just eat me, okay?"

Elton chuckled. "I'm full," he signed back, getting a soft oh in response. "I won't eat you. But I can't let you leave," he explained, massive paws moving slowly as he signed. It was funny, honestly- seeing you so scared. But not right now. Right now he needs you to relax.

"You still can't scare me like that," you responded, a bit of fire returning. You were still pissed that he practically ate you, and with your obvious opposition at that. "Just don't do it again."

He sighed, a tad ashamed. "Okay. Sorry."

"You're forgiven."