Failiel tastes delicious, and once again she is fighting to get into your belly rather than to avoid that fate. You could definitely be worse off than you are. And now to enjoy this meal as much as possible... Your lips start gliding over her satin skin to your considerable satisfaction.
To her satisfaction too. Vore is really arousing and Failiel's arousal is increasing rapidly. Also to her dissatisfaction too. She seems determined to suppress her excitement and to concentrate on being swallowed. You don't see why she can't do both, but she sees it her way, and this is not the time to discuss it.
Still, when your lips touch her magnificent mountains, you don't see why she shouldn't have some fun on the way to your stomach, and so you lick those beauties with your tongue, while your hands caress them. Failiel again tries to concentrate on feeding herself to you, but the overwhelming burst of emotion is just too much and she faints.
As she revives, you decide to give her another ride, and you continue to excitement-causing measures. Again she resists, mostly by trying to shove herself into your mouth, but those voluptuous breasts are swelling with emotion, and her nipples harden as your tongue licks them. She can only hold out for so long, and then comes a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation. This time, she remains conscious, if weak in the knees, and manages to finish shoving her assets into your throat, an achievement she thinks more of than you do.
You place a hand on each hip, and if you do more caressing than actual pushing, you are still gliding her delightful torso into your maw. Of course, you are also thinking of her tight, wet womanhood, and you have already decided you are going to take a diversion there. It is another case where Failiel disagrees and even as your tongue starts to probe her damp heat, she is trying hard to wiggle deeper into you. It is a race both of you win, as she squirms until those succulent hams are consumed, but not before she cries out with unabashed abandon.
With her most sensitive spots 'safe' in your digestive system, you now both concentrate on finishing the meal, and her savory legs slide into your mouth, down your throat, and join the rest of her in your stomach. You can lean back and savor your food, which she enjoys a final climax.
But now you realize you are being watched by several lasses, who would look luscious, except that they look entirely too able to swallow you instead. "Well, you did do it, tho it certainly took you long enough."
Announces a tall red-head whose small nose protrudes from under a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
“Ah, given him a little slack.” Counters an anime-style girl with an odd pair of cat ears and a tail, who is watching you with bright, green eyes. “He is kinda cute and I bet he would be fun to play with.”
“You are far too willing to let a man get away with being impertinent.” Objects the third, a silver-haired black girl with ebony skin that seems to sparkle with the same brilliance as her long hair that travels down over her shoulders and in front of the rest of her body nearly obscuring it completely from view. “No, I really do not think he meets our standards.”
“Excuse me,” breaks in the guard, “but that is Failiel he ate.”
“Failiel?” The black girl asks you, “A blue-haired lass with oversized cans?” When you confirm that, she continues “but how did you manage that?”
“Well, I’m not really sure.” You admit. “It was more like she fed herself to me.”
“The question was rhetorical,” The lass corrects you. “… tho I admit I will want to hear more answer than that. Failiel has failed to show ABA proper respect for a long time, and your bringing her low is a definite plus. So maybe we will reconsider your petition for membership.. .”