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Prove Your Trust- Soft Vore

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Her little body heaved, her arms wrapped as tightly around herself as physically possible as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. "M-Marcus! Marcus!" She buried her face in her knees drawn close to her chest, teeth chattering incessantly. "Marcus, please."

She heard thundering footsteps, and she didn't have the heart to look up as she felt her enormous boyfriend looming over her.

"Aw, Avy," he murmured, and warm, large hands scooped her up effortlessly. "You said you were okay."

She refused to make eye contact as she studied her hands and the contrast between the dark skin of her hand and the light of Marcus's own. "I was... ten minutes ago." His head bent closer to her, and she looked up into his grey eyes as his lips parted and warm breath blew over her.

"Y'know, it's okay to say when you need help on occasion," he lightly chastised. His little love mumbled something unintelligible and nuzzled against his thumb; he sighed and lightly released another gust of his breath over her.

Since she was only part of the mortal world, she had times where her abilities to maintain her size there fluctuated; one moment she would be five foot six and the next the length of his thumb. He loved her, had for years, but her times as a tiny woman were difficult on the both of them.

Lying back on the couch, Marcus laid her against his throat and lightly zipped up the collar of his jacket around her. She gasped at the entrapped heat emanating from his body, curling up tighter to capture every last bit of it as he lightly placed a hand over her. "I know somewhere you would be even warmer," he teased with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Avy gave a tiny  "harumph" and nestled closer against him, relishing the way his words rumbled through her entire body. "You remember how hot it is in there, right?"

Avy shivered, but not from the cold. She trusted Marcus entirely, but what he was asking... She'd had bad experiences there. People her size often ended up on the lunch menu for living beings larger than them, and she was no exception. Though she was safe in the belly of whoever had eaten her, it was terrifying nonetheless.

"Please don't," she mumbled absentmindedly, not even to her boyfriend, but he sat up quickly with alarm.

"Hey, I was just messing with you. I would never do that without your permission," he said almost indignantly as he tugged her into his hands and held her before his face. His stormy eyes, she noticed, always so transparent with emotion, now reflected hurt.

"I wasn't... I know that," she winced. She rubbed at her elbows and averted her gaze. "It's just, you don't know what it's like in there."

"Oh. I see."

"No!" She buried her face in her hands. "I mean, I know you would never hurt me! It's not you- I- I'm sorry."

"Hey, no. Don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's a stupid thing to get offended over anyway." He lightly kissed her head and grinned. "The weather sure doesn't bother me when you're near, because right now you are HOT."

She couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, handsome."

"Seriously though. Are you okay?"

She nodded even as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her teeth from chattering. Marcus sighed as he cupped her close to his chest as he leant back.

Half an hour later, the cold was becoming unbearable. The fire in the fireplace Marcus had started was dying down and Avy couldn't bear to have him leave to her to go get more kindling and lighter. As she wrestled with a decision in her mind, she looked up at Marcus's serene expression and made up her mind.  Standing up against his shoulder, she reached upwards towards his lips and whispered, "Marc, please let me in."

Marcus groggily blinked awake, his blurry gaze focusing on his little woman reaching towards him. As his brain finally put together what she was saying and doing and made sense of it, he sat up, now wide awake, and nearly knocked her down.

"What?" he gaped at her. "Are you asking me to..?"

She pouted up at him piteously, hugging her shoulders as she gave a dramatic shiver. "It's cold and you're warm. I want in, please."

Marcus either didn't realize her true intentions- to prove her trust in him- or just didn't mind. He held her close, eyes wide. "Are you sure?"

She tried to hold his gaze without flinching. "I am."

He hesitated, then brought her closer to his mouth, opening wide. Avy stared at the wavering red flesh and the ropes of saliva dripping from his canines and pooling on his tongue. As the hot wet muscle stretched out to lick at her face, she tensed up, her breath catching.

Marcus closed his mouth and frowned. "You still sure?" In answer Avy steeled herself and pushed his soft lips apart, gasping as the tongue pushed under her and drew her into the hot damp room. She forced some of her rigidity away as the tongue curled over her and a fingertip poked at her foot to push her all the way inside. She was overcome with a sudden desire to leave her close confines, and she knew Marcus would quickly comply with remorse for his actions, but she could feel that he was enjoying this, despite his attempts to hide it. And besides that, it also showed that he was gladdened by her attempt to put herself in his care.

Marcus slowly closed his teeth and then his lips, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He couldn't help smiling at Avy's taste; a blend of saltiness and sweetness that made his mouth flood with drool. Despite all of his instincts telling him to go on and swallow, he calmed his reflexes and just held her in his mouth, allowing her time to grow used to it or change her mind.

Avy shuddered as her body settled into the soft indention, soft muscle cradling her and hot drool oozing over her. In the darkness she could hear him panting through his nose and the wet noises of her body being lathered in saliva. A soft hum from his throat sounded, a sort of warble, and she felt herself relax. This was Marcus, HER Marcus, who would never hurt her intentionally. There was nothing to fear. She squirmed closer to the entrance of his throat, signalling to him that she was ready.

Marcus was surprised to find that Avy was positioning herself for him to swallow her with ease, and as he slicked her body with saliva using his tongue he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion for her. There was just something about protecting the one thing he loved most in the world within himself that gave him chills to even think about. He gave her one more reassuring lap of his tongue and tilted back his head, gulping richly when he felt her slip into his throat. He grinned, placing a hand to his throat to feel her small body going down and gulping again. All gone. He licked his lips, almost wishing he could taste her again.

As Avy slipped down further into his chest, she longingly listened to the sound of his heartbeat as she passed by it. His heart was so strong and clear, but it was entirely different to listen to it from the inside than the outside.

Finally she slid down into his dark belly, the walls pressing in closely around her. It was dark, and she welcomed the heat, sinking into the plush muscle behind her. Had she remembered what this felt like incorrectly? This felt safe and secure and warm, not at all the terror she recalled.

"Avy?" she heard rumble around her, and one of the muscular walls pressed into her where Marcus's hand was pressing into his middle. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good. It's good in here, actually," she said a bit sheepishly. "Haha, you're very comfortable! I think I might fall asleep."

"What am I here for? An organic sleeping bag?" Marcus laughed lightly. His tone turning serious, he said, "If you get scared in there, tell me. Please."

"I will," Avy said.

"Promise?"

"Oh, come on..."

"Promise!"

"Fine! I promise."

Marcus grinned and leant back, hand still resting on his middle. "Tell me when you want out. But I warn you, I won't release you willingly without compensation."

"Compensation?"

"The promise of doing this again someday would do."

"I've already made enough promises today," Avy said, lightly smacking the flesh above her. The slime was running down her shirt and hair but she hardly cared. She was too warm and comfortable. "But we'll see," she added, too quietly for him to hear.

And that was how they fell asleep that night; she was tucked away inside the one she loved most and he was in total possession and protector of she who made his world.
This is the result of my having not slept in two days and missing my long term bf madly. I hope you guys all like it! :)
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