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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #1994131

A stadium where contestants battle it out in a rather unusual way.

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Chapter #6

Grace to the arena

    by: Glass Author IconMail Icon
You flinch hearing your name called. The wolf’s eyes go wide seeing this. He looks up and down your smaller form, lion cum still sticking to your fur in places. His grip tightens around your shoulders.

He shouts somehat panicked: You can’t go you’ll die! I... I can’t lose you.

Voice shaking you respond that you really don’t have a choice. He looks at you eyes hardening as he seems to make up his mind about something.

With finality he simply states:Your not going.

You look into his hard eyes as his grip on you tightens further. He opens his mouth wide jaws unhinging like a snakes. You realize what’s happening a second to late as pulls you in forcing your head into his gaping maw and then his waiting throat. You struggle as he pins your arms to your sides and lifts you up into the air above his head. You start sliding in quickly your feet disappearing into his gaping behind his lips before your head even reaches the stomach but soon enough your muzzle meats a sphincter and you cry out in fear. As your weight presses down on it it parts and your head is forced into the stomach. Your quickly forced to start curling up in the tight confines as more of you enters. You cry out and struggle thrashing inside your soft prison.

Outside the wolf smiles warmly down at his belly placing a hand on his squirming gut and applying what he hoped was a comforting pressure. He whispers don’t worry little one your safe In me and I will protect you and keep you safe as you did for me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.

You start to calm down listening to his voice, the slow Rhythmic beat of his heart, the drumming of water from the shower on to his large stomach, the churning of his balls beneath you, and his steady breathing. You curl into the fetal position feeling his warm calming presence around you and exhausted from the near constant fear and struggling you fall asleep to the sounds of his body.

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