Gwen gave David a look of disgust. “Really, man? Even the shoes? That’s just… bleh! How can you stand it?”
“Now Gwen, as I just told Max, vore is-”
Gwen held up a hand to stop David’s lecture. “Caring, cuddly, and blah-blah-blah, but that doesn’t mean it has to be gross and uncomfortable. For god’s sakes, David. The shoes!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a calming breath. “If you’re doing this as punishment, don’t you think it’d be more punishing if he were naked? Sure, slobber covered clothes is icky, but we both know that it’s just as bad for the eater.” She paused and added, “You do know that, right?”
David huffed his exasperation. “Well of course I do, but I’m not just punishing Max. I’m trying to teach him to be a responsible pred.”
“Then demand he follow basic predator etiquette and get naked before he goes in. Otherwise, if enforcing the rules is just as unpleasant for you as it is him, he’ll keep breaking the rules just to spite you,” Gwen argued.
“She’s not wrong,” said Max, his irritable voice muffled through the walls of David’s stomach.
Gwen motioned insistently between David and his gut, silently demanding that he see reason.
“Now Gwen. What have we said about using our words?” David spoke as if to a child.
“Grr!” Gwen stomped her foot and marched off, only able to take so much of David’s Davidness in one sitting. She moved out of earshot, muttering about the miserable life choices that led her to this miserable camp, before finding a nice tree to sit under and pull out her journal. Writing erotic fanfiction always helped to calm her nerves, though what she’d really like right now was a nice, full belly. Speak of the devil, she heard tiny footsteps approaching and looked up. “Oh, hey Nikki,” she said disinterestedly. “Uh, why are you still naked? David told you to get dressed.”
The scrawny preteen girl was briefly distracted as the wind rustled the trees and tugged at her long blue hair. Her skin was dry, so at least she’d cleaned off Max’s slobber. “Ahh, feel that breeze. The sounds and smells of nature all around us. Nothing like what’s in the city. That’s why I love this camp.”
“That makes one of us,” Gwen grumbled. “But David still told you to get dressed. You don’t want to trigger another of his lectures, do you?”
“Eh. I’ve learned to tune him out.”
“Lucky.”
“Also, two things. He said to grab some clothes, which I did, before dropping them. Also-also, he’s dealing with Max right now, meaning he won’t have time for me for at least a few hours,” Nikki reasoned, showing a dangerous level of cunning for such a chaotic child.
Gwen nodded, almost went back to her writing, only to take another look at the girl. She was scrawny, but pretty leanly built for her age, probably a result of her running around so much. Good. Gwen had a preference for the better built people. Wait, no. The rules of the camp forbade counselors from eating the campers without reason… Then again, David was preoccupied at the moment. Still, Gwen needed to be sure. “Say, why’d Max eat you, anyway?”
“Oh, it was the game we were playing. Survival of the fittest. Whoever could eat the other first, wins. Max won, as always.” Nikki rolled her eyes. “But I’ve got a good feeling about next time.”
A sadistic, grinchly grin grew across Gwen’s face. On any other day she’d chide the girl for her gullibility. But right now… “Say, how about we play? You know, so you can practice for next time with Max.”
Nikki’s face lit up and she threw herself on Gwen with a hug. “That’d be great. Thanks Gwen. You’re the big sister my mom always wished she had to look out for me.”
“Aww. That’s really sweet, I think,” Gwen said as she patted the girl’s bare back. Her hand rubbed up and down until it descended to her pert little bottom and gave it a playful squeeze. Nikki just laughed, viewing it as just part of the game. Gwen might have actually felt bad about taking advantage of her, if she weren’t currently spilling drool from her lips. “Alright, so let’s go in turns. You can try eating me for starters, and then I’ll give it a go,” she said while offering her hand.
Nikki pumped her fist. “Yes! Oh-ho, get ready, Gwen. You’re about to take a one way trip to belly town.” Grabbing the teen’s hand, Nikki licked her lips and shoved the fingers into her mouth like it was a cheeseburger. She gagged almost instantly, but fought to press on. Alas, since she wasn’t a predator, her mouth just wasn’t built for big meals. Her bones lacked the flexibility and her muscles lacked the elasticity. Even so, her effort was commendable, if a bit naïve. Finally she gave up and yanked the hand from her lips. “Did I do good?”
“There’s definitely room for improvement,” Gwen offered as she set her hands on the child’s shoulders. “Let me show you how a pro does it.” Licking her lips, Gwen opened wide and wrapped her mouth around the girl’s face. Nikki laughed as her face was licked, wiggling a little from the tickling sensation. Gwen hummed her delight from the flavor. The aftertaste of Max’s stomach juices was tolerably faint, but more pleasing was the sweetness of flowers that the girl had no doubt been frolicking through. Nikki always had surprises like that whenever Gwen ate her.
The pred opened wider to pull more of her prey’s head in. She got another nice surprise when she felt Nikki’s hands push their way inside. Gwen smiled gratefully around her mouthful as she made her first swallow. It was always best when prey was willing. She pulled Nikki’s shoulders past her lips as the girl’s head entered her throat. Her tongue never ceased its exploratory assault in tasting every square inch of her eager meal. Another swallow brought the girl’s torso into her consumer’s maw. Gwen’s moans grew in volume as she tasted the prepubescent girl’s undeveloped chest nubs, which just made her kick all the more frantically from the stimulation.
Some might have called this child molestation; probably because that’s what it was. However, predators were held to a different set of standards to regular people, aka prey. Socially speaking, what Gwen was doing was no worse than leaving a subpar tip to her waiter. Arguably douchey and generally frowned upon, but nothing actually bad. That was Gwen’s mentality as she took several more swallows and reached Nikki’s pelvis. Her tongue almost reflexively went to the little girl’s little slit. That really got her wiggles going as her laughter turned into moans. She was likely too young to fully grasp the signals her body was sending her, but the flavor of underage pussy was too much for Gwen to resist.
The counselor plunged deeply to sample as much of the minor’s vaginal fluids as possible. Nikki’s incoherent cries reverberated through her throat, but Gwen just took that as incentive to go on. Nikki might have been gullible, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to an eating game with Gwen. After growing complacent with pussy juice, Gwen extended her tongue to the bitter but still pleasurable girl butt. Nikki thrashed all the harder, which only built her consumer’s arousal.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear, Gwen slipped both hands into the front of her shorts. One hand rubbed her clit between her fingers while the other penetrated her pussy. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself being forced upon by some tentacle beast trying to impregnate her. Said beast just so happened to have a tentacle that resembled a little girl with a functioning pussy and ass. The beast gurgled its strange fishy language, but Gwen was able to make out words like ‘mine’, ‘egg slut’, and ‘forever’. As the fire within her loins roared, she threw her head back and attempted to cry out. In so doing, she accidently gave a hearty swallow and pulled her meal’s pelvis into her throat. Nikki’s kicking petered out after that, likely due to exhaustion.
Gwen maintained the mental image of tentacle rape as she took only lighter swallows and masturbated more furiously. When only Nikki’s feet were left outside, Gwen clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her orgasmic screams. Her reward was the varied flavor of everywhere Nikki had been walking in the last few minutes, which the counselor relished to prolong her bliss. Feeling that things had run their course, Gwen took one final swallow and pulled the girl into her stomach. She rested back against the tree and her hand moved of its own accord to stroke her pregnant looking belly.
“Have fun, kiddo?” Gwen asked contentedly.
“Dang it. You might’ve gotten me this time, Gwen, but don’t let your guard down. Someday… Someday Nikki’s gonna be at the top of the food chain!” avowed the wannabe pred.
Gwen laughed and rubbed her belly adoringly. “Hehe. Sure thing, kid.”
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