You say that it seemed like she really wanted to eat you, so that's a good place to start.

"Oh really? I know I want it, but how much do you want it?"

You're confused for a minute, before she goes full tease.

"What? You don't want to be in my hot, wet mouth?" She holds it open, breathing deeply. Her humid breath washes over you, and you unconsciously take a few steps forward. She closes her mouth before you reach her, giggling. "Of course you want to be food. Now be a good little boy and come in." Gwynevere opens her mouth again and placed her tongue on her hand like a red carpet for you.

You tentatively climb onto her tongue, but you were moving too slowly for her. Before you could blink, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and snapped her jaws shut. You may not have been able to see anything, but but your other senses were thrown into overtime.

Gwynevere moaned at your taste, expertly maneuvering your body around to taste every inch. When you finally stopped moving as much, you were straddling her muscle. You were trying to catch your breath when you heard her laugh. It wasn't a good laugh, either. A second later, you discovered why. The slightest movement of her tongue sent a