title: "Three's a Crowd" aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [CarthageTech] id: [51709119] date: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 11:15:15 上午 modified: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 11:16:52 上午

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Three's a Crowd

Author: CarthageTech Source: Three's a Crowd~

"Are you sure this is safe?" Carthage asked hesitantly, gazing up at the large, three-headed woman towering over him and the table.

She would chuckle, all three heads moving in different styles while all six eyes remained focused on his small body. "Of course it's not safe. But what's life without a little risk?" Adjusting herself so she loomed closer to Carthage, all three maws would yawn open at once, gullets and tongues flexing and pulsating with bestial hunger. Swallowing, Carthage could feel his primal instincts of fear rising, along with another rising sensation... "Oh! Looks like someone is enjoying the show..." Wanee's sultry voice emanated from the middle throat as her long, spit-soaked tongue teasingly prodded against his growing erection. Leaning back and stifling a groan as the prehensile muscle soaked his groin in warm saliva, the other two heads joined the teasing; lapping across his face, chest, arms and legs in a well-orchestrated dance of flesh and fluid.

What little composed fear Carthage had about the situation quickly dissolved as the loving, sensual play of Wanee's tongues soaked him head to toe. Laying back on his elbows, he would thrust upwards every so often, her tongue perfectly grooved to wrap around and hug his lengthening member; providing a perfect surface to grind against. A blush spread involuntarily across the black screen as he felt a tongue slide underneath him, lifting him off the table but never once leaving him without a tongue licking somewhere on his body. Several minutes of heated moans from both parties began to prove too much for Carthage, and his eyes fixated on the dark pink throat of Wanee's leftmost maw, the gullet clenching and swallowing excess spit. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he began to stroke himself to the sight; the organic movements and sounds working him closer and closer to the edge...until with a well-satisfied moan, his release showed itself in the form of several thick, pearly-white ropes that found their home mixed in with the frothy spit pooling around him.

Panting, he laid back on the tongue supporting him, attempting to catch his breath until the muscle wrapped tightly around him, retracting into the same maw he had just unloaded to the sight of! Unable to react in time, the white teeth would snap shut near his head, and conversation immediately burst to life outside, albeit two of the voices sounding a bit muffled;

"Hey, no fair! I wanted to eat him!"

"You ate the last one, it's MY turn!"

"We didn't go through all that trouble just so you could steal him!"

"Girls, girls... Remember what he IS? He has clones! Besides, they all melt in the same stomach anyway~"

Slightly dazed, trying to find purchase in the slippery confines of the mouth he was stuck in, Carthage suddenly felt the tongue come to life again, shoving him around, between her sharp teeth, into the pocket of her cheek, and against her palate. The sounds of pleasure rising from the back of the throat were occasionally intermingled with annoyed grumbles from outside, and before long, he felt the tongue coaxing him towards that pink abyss, the sounds of aroused breathing panting warmth against his face. Feeling the primal instinct to avoid being eaten rising once more, he pushed backwards, trying to find any way to avoid disappearing down a gullet he knew would never allow a return trip. Unfortunately for him, Wanee's tongue proved stronger, the pink rope coiling around his body and forcing him closer, toying with his small body before releasing him directly over the precipice, the wet sounds of her digestive system echoing up the inky blackness of her throat. His hesitancy proved useless in mere moments, as with a flex of her tongue and a thick swallow, his body was unceremoniously squeezed downwards and out of sight.

From outside, the other heads watched enviously as the leftmost one toyed with her prize, the occasional bulge in her cheek and cries for release showing just how opposing the predator and prey felt about the situation. When she finally tilted her head back to swallow, four very jealous eyes watched the wriggling lump slide slowly downwards; her choker briefly stopping his progress until with a final "Glrk~", the protogen-turned-prey squeezed past, vanishing behind her cleavage for good~

To further showcase this, Wanee allowed her mouth to hang open for a moment, her tongue draped over the sharp teeth as her empty maw swallowed once more for good measure, ensuring her snack would stay down as she prodded her stomach. Feeling that heavy morsel splash inside, followed by a few protesting squirms and shouts, all three heads grinned as Wanee sauntered off, leaving no evidence of the micro Carthage left behind~