Absol's hesitant question was accompanied by an equally, if not more, hesitant look on his face. And it was no great wonder why. You had just more-or-less rebuked him for putting you in his mouth and here he was asking to do it again. Even so, you didn't reject it out of hand. Absol wouldn't hurt you, he's made that clear multiple times already, and it wasn't like you were complete against the idea of being in his mouth. Really, it had been the slimy wetness and how close you were to going down his throat that got you. But the saliva was something you could deal with and he'd never swallow you.
When you returned you gaze up to meet Absol's, you found that he wasn't looking at you. Instead, he was gazing off to the side, shoulders slightly slumped. The poor thing must be expecting another rebuke. After you made a mental note to talk to him about that later, you called out, "Absol!" The titanic Dark-type swung his gaze over to you, "I think you are right. You have earned a prize. So, yes. You may taste me again, if you really want to."
The feline's eyes widened at receiving your permission, "Y-You're sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure. I'm not going to get angry at you liking my taste. As long as I don't get to see what the inside of your throat looks like, I'm okay with you having a taste or me going in your mouth every once in a while. Now, since this is your prize, how do you want to do this?"
What could be described as a smile tugged itself across Absol's muzzle, "Just stay right there," Absol lowered his head to meet yours and, before you could think to respond, dragged his tongue across you. Much like the last time he had done this, your vision became pink and his soft and very wet tongue made its way across you in an abrupt, but not entirely unwelcomed, manner. Much unlike last time, you don't get much of a reprieve before he does it again.
You very nearly lost your balance at one point during the barrage of licks Absol was subjecting you to, though your friend quickly rectified that by moving one of his paws behind you. For a few seconds, you thought that was all he was going to do, just lick, lick, and lick some more. As such, you are actually caught by surprise when he jerked his muzzle forward and scooped you up. You are given a brief moment where you could still see the outside world before his jaws closed and you were left in the slimy, humid, and warm darkness. Though you certainly weren't left alone.
Absol's tongue, now that it had you in his mouth and lying upon it, began to coil, wrap, push, and shove you. It moved you from one side of his mouth to the other, pressed you against the ridged palate that made up the roof of his mouth, and occasionally allowed you to just lie still and soak in his maw's juices. Amidst all of this, his tongue continued to squirm, twist, and stroke, doing its utmost to get a taste of every part of your tiny form.
Oddly enough, you found yourself rather enjoying the whole affair. That wasn't to say there weren't any parts you didn't like. It was still much too slimy for your comfort. But the attention and the intentionally careful way Absol was making sure to get what he wanted without putting you in danger felt nice. That, and the squishy, warm softness that most of the experience entailed (aside from when he pressed you against the roof of his mouth, though even then he took care to be gentle).
Eventually, however, Absol's gustatory exploration came to an end. The Dark-type allowed you to rest upon his tongue for a few more moments before he made to let you out.
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