*Commissioned, not drawn by me.

Once he was cleansed of his clothing she'd lower him into her dangerous looking jowls. The human would hug himself against her tongue, worry over taking his mind. Was she truly lying to him or did she have something else in mind. The one thing he knew was her throat looked like it could easily pack him away. Her jaws would close around him, long thick teeth interlocking together to block out the sunlight. Inside the humid chamber the soft flesh would caress him, molding around his meek frame as pressure was slowly applied. She'd suckle on him for what seemed like minutes. The question is, when she tired of tasting him, would she swallow... or...

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