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", "writing": "[b]\"Morning Tease\"[/b]\n\nFrom Tommy’s perspective, Jana always seemed big.\n\nNot just taller, not just broader; she [i]filled[/i] the world. Her shadow could cover him head to toe, and her hand could wrap around his whole torso like he was just a toy.\n\nBut hanging upside down by his tail from her claws? That made her feel [i]immense.[/i]\n\nThe air was warm this high up. Not from the morning sun; the kitchen light was still pale and sleepy. It came from her breath drifting up toward him in slow, rhythmic waves. He could smell the faint traces of whatever tea she’d just been sipping, sweet and herbal under the sharper, humid scent of her mouth.\n\nJana tilted her head back, lips parting, and her tongue spilled out like a lazy ribbon. She let it hang, curling upward just enough to catch a bead of drool, then let that droplet slide and fall toward the open cavern beyond her teeth.\n\n“So…” Her voice rolled up from her chest, every syllable vibrating through the claw hooked gently around his tail. “My little mouse wants to know what it’s like to be breakfast?”\n\nTommy’s ears twitched hot. “I didn’t [i]say[/i] that.”\n\n“You hinted,” Jana interrupted, her mouth closing just enough to flash him a smirk before opening again. “And you [i]know[/i] what happens when you hint at things to me, don’t you?”\n\nHe shifted in her grip, partly to find his balance, partly because she was holding him over what looked suspiciously like the glossy pink slide of her tongue. “You… turn it into a game?”\n\nHer grin deepened, sharp teeth glinting. “Exactly.”\n\nJana’s claws shifted, lowering him just a little. Her tongue lifted to meet him halfway, warm and slick as it pressed gently under his shoulders in a testing nudge. The sound that followed, a pleased, low hum, rattled up through her throat and into his bones.\n\n“Last chance to squeak out a ‘no,’” she teased, drawing the words out until the breath that carried them swirled over his face. “Or… you can wriggle, and see if you make it all the way down.”\n\nTommy’s heart thumped so hard against his ribs that he wondered if she could feel it through her claws. The warm, damp air rising from her mouth clung to his fur, a tangible reminder of just how close she was playing this.\n\n“You’re terrible,” he said, but his voice lacked bite, and his tail betrayed him, curling tighter around her finger.\n\n“Terrible [i]for you,[/i]” Jana corrected with a rumble that made her whole chest vibrate. “And you love it.”\n\nShe didn’t drop him, not yet. She just let him dangle, swaying slightly as she savored his squirming. The open cave of her mouth waited below, gleaming and soft and impossibly deep, her tongue flexing in slow anticipation. Every breath she took washed over him in humid waves, smelling faintly of her tea and something unmistakably [i]her.[/i]\n\nJana’s eyes gleamed, a predator’s glint softened only by the warmth of her smile. Her claws flexed, shifting him just slightly, and the motion jolted Tommy’s heart into a hard, fast rhythm. The heat rolling up from her mouth made his fur prickle, thick, humid, and scented with her tea, undercut by something rawer, alive.\n\n“Ready to find out, little mouse?” she murmured, her tongue curling upward in invitation.\n\nHe opened his mouth to answer, but the words tangled somewhere in his throat; and then her claws let go.\n\nThe drop wasn’t far, but it felt far. His stomach lurched, heat rushed to his face, and then the soft, slick embrace of her tongue caught him in a warm cradle.\n\nIt was overwhelming instantly.\n\nHer tongue flexed beneath him, plush yet powerful, the surface rippling in a way that made his spine arch despite himself. The texture was unlike anything he’d felt: smooth in some spots, faintly ridged in others, each shift of muscle making him acutely aware of just how much control she had over him.\n\nThe air was hot and wet, every breath he took saturated with her scent. The faint herbal sweetness was stronger here, mingling with something deeper, an animal warmth that made his pulse trip over itself.\n\nLight filtered in past her lips, fractured by the glint of her teeth. Each fang was curved and gleaming, catching stray drops of saliva that slid down in glistening trails. Beyond them was shadow, deeper and darker, the kind of darkness that made instinct whisper [i]danger.[/i]\n\nJana’s tongue rose, pressing him gently toward the roof of her mouth, and he gasped at the contact. The velvety warmth above him contrasted with the slick, shifting muscle beneath, holding him in place with just enough pressure to make his heartbeat hammer in his ears.\n\nHe tried to speak, maybe to tease her back, maybe to beg for more, but the motion of her tongue rolled him onto his side, making the words dissolve into a breathless sound he couldn’t quite control.\n\nFear hummed low in his gut, primal and sharp, but it tangled with something hotter, needier. Every movement of hers was deliberate: the slow sweep of her tongue along his back, the subtle suck of air past her lips that made her mouth tighten around him just slightly, the way her breathing seemed to match the pounding in his chest.\n\nShe didn’t rush.\n\nInstead, Jana let him feel everything, the heat, the softness, the way her saliva clung to his fur in warm rivulets. Her hum rolled through him again, deeper this time, vibrating in his bones.\n\nPinned there between tongue and palate, Tommy realized his earlier curiosity hadn’t even scratched the surface of what this would be like. And now, wrapped in her heat, tasting her breath, feeling her hold him in a place no one else ever could, he wasn’t sure he [i]ever[/i] wanted her to let go.\n\nHer tongue shifted beneath him, no longer just holding him but guiding him, rolling him gently toward one cheek. The walls of her mouth closed in on one side, her teeth glinting just above him, while the other side opened into a slick cavern where saliva pooled in the hollow.\n\nThe motion made him slide, the surface under him slick and yielding. Warm trails of drool smeared across his side, matting the fur of his arm and thigh. Every shift pressed her scent deeper into him, until it wasn’t just around him, it was [i]on[/i] him, in every breath and taste.\n\nJana’s cheek pressed against his back, soft from the outside but solid beneath, the pressure a constant reminder that she could trap him there as long as she wanted. She did exactly that, for just a moment, keeping him pinned while her tongue traced along the length of his front, tasting him in long, unhurried strokes.\n\nTommy shuddered. Each pass coated him more, leaving his fur slick and heavy. He could feel her breath rumble past him when she chuckled, a sound that echoed in the confined space, vibrating against every inch of his body.\nThen she let him go, letting him roll across her tongue again. He slid toward the center, the warm, slick muscle rising to curl around him like a living cushion. The movement lifted him toward the roof of her mouth before lowering him again, the push and pull almost hypnotic.\n\nFear still lingered in his chest, the primal awareness of where he was, how close the edge between safety and something far more final could be, but it had been swallowed up by the heat curling low in his belly. Her control, her teasing pace, the way she never let him forget that she was [i]tasting[/i] him… it all tangled into something that made his breath come fast and uneven.\n\nWhen she finally let him tumble toward the back of her mouth, it was slow enough for him to feel the muscles shift beneath him, the gentle but inescapable slope, the faint contraction that hinted she could swallow if she wished.\n\nThe darkness was deeper here, the light from her lips barely reaching him. He could hear her heartbeat now, faint but steady, under the slow sound of her breathing.\n\nHer tongue held him there, perched just over the shadowed drop at the back of her throat. Tommy could feel the subtle, rhythmic pulse of the muscles waiting below, the living machinery that could pull him down in a single, effortless motion.\n\nThe air here was hotter, thicker; every breath clung to his fur like steam. His body was slick from head to toe, her saliva coating him in a clingy warmth that made his clothes and fur feel heavier than they were.\n\nShe didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.\n\nOne slow, deliberate tilt of her head backward, and gravity made the decision for him.\n\nHe slid.\n\nThe surface beneath him changed, from the broad, pliant cushion of her tongue to the narrowing, rippling tunnel of her throat. The first swallow was a shock, the sudden, powerful [i]pull[/i] that gripped him and drew him down in a wave of muscle. It was tight, impossibly so, the walls flexing in smooth, wet contractions that left no room to move.\n\nEach pulse was stronger than the last, pushing him deeper into darkness, the slick heat surrounding him completely. The sounds here were louder: the muffled thump of her heartbeat above, the deep, slow rush of her breath, the wet, swallowing [i]gulp[/i] that carried him further with every beat.\n\nHe gasped when the muscles squeezed tighter around his middle, the pressure a solid band that rolled along his body from chest to toes. Every motion was deliberate, efficient, yet slow enough that he felt [i]everything.[/i]\n\nAnother swallow, and her throat drew him deeper.\n\nThe scent of her tea and warm breath was still there, but now it was joined by something richer, muskier: the scent of her from the inside, where no one else ever went. His own breathing was fast and shallow, not from lack of air but from the dizzying flood of sensation.\n\nFear pulsed through him, raw and instinctive, but so did a fierce, tingling thrill that made his chest feel too tight. The sensation of being [i]taken in[/i] like this, surrounded completely by her, was more than he’d imagined when he’d teased her about his curiosity.\n\nHer swallows slowed as he descended, as if she were savoring each contraction, each moment of drawing him further into herself.\n\nAnd then, just as his mind began to spin with the heat and the closeness, the motion eased.\n\nThe muscles around him softened, the pressure fading into a gentle cradle of warmth. It was quiet here, safe in a way that felt impossible given what had just happened, but unmistakably safe. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat was closer now, surrounding him in a calm, slow drumbeat that seemed to seep into his bones.\n\nThe cradle of warmth around him shifted, just enough to remind him that he was [i]inside[/i] her now. Every slight movement was echoed in the walls that held him, the faintest stretch or flex sending ripples of pressure across his body.\n\nThen came her voice.\n\nIt rolled through him more than it reached his ears, resonating in every surface around him, rich and low and impossibly close. “Mmm… there you are, little mouse. All mine now.”\n\nThe sound made the space seem smaller, her words curling into him from every side. He felt her swallow again, just a soft, idle flex, and the pressure closed in for a moment before easing.\n\n“You wanted to know,” she continued, her tone dipping into that dangerous purr, “and now you [i]do.[/i] Warm enough for you in there?”\n\nBefore he could answer, her palm pressed gently against the outside of her belly. The pressure came through instantly, firm and encompassing, pushing him closer into the soft, slick walls. He could feel the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing through the touch, the way her hand’s weight settled him deeper into her warmth.\n\n“Don’t wriggle too much,” she teased, “or I might think you’re trying to stay in there forever.”\n\nHer chuckle was a full-body sensation for him, a slow rumble that passed through the liquid heat surrounding him, making his fur prickle and his pulse race.\n\nThe pressure of her hand lingered a moment longer, holding him in a gentle squeeze, before easing away.\n\n“I love you, little mouse.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Morning Tease"

From Tommy’s perspective, Jana always seemed big.

Not just taller, not just broader; she filled the world. Her shadow could cover him head to toe, and her hand could wrap around his whole torso like he was just a toy.

But hanging upside down by his tail from her claws? That made her feel immense.

The air was warm this high up. Not from the morning sun; the kitchen light was still pale and sleepy. It came from her breath drifting up toward him in slow, rhythmic waves. He could smell the faint traces of whatever tea she’d just been sipping, sweet and herbal under the sharper, humid scent of her mouth.

Jana tilted her head back, lips parting, and her tongue spilled out like a lazy ribbon. She let it hang, curling upward just enough to catch a bead of drool, then let that droplet slide and fall toward the open cavern beyond her teeth.

“So…” Her voice rolled up from her chest, every syllable vibrating through the claw hooked gently around his tail. “My little mouse wants to know what it’s like to be breakfast?”

Tommy’s ears twitched hot. “I didn’t say that.”

“You hinted,” Jana interrupted, her mouth closing just enough to flash him a smirk before opening again. “And you know what happens when you hint at things to me, don’t you?”

He shifted in her grip, partly to find his balance, partly because she was holding him over what looked suspiciously like the glossy pink slide of her tongue. “You… turn it into a game?”

Her grin deepened, sharp teeth glinting. “Exactly.”

Jana’s claws shifted, lowering him just a little. Her tongue lifted to meet him halfway, warm and slick as it pressed gently under his shoulders in a testing nudge. The sound that followed, a pleased, low hum, rattled up through her throat and into his bones.

“Last chance to squeak out a ‘no,’” she teased, drawing the words out until the breath that carried them swirled over his face. “Or… you can wriggle, and see if you make it all the way down.”

Tommy’s heart thumped so hard against his ribs that he wondered if she could feel it through her claws. The warm, damp air rising from her mouth clung to his fur, a tangible reminder of just how close she was playing this.

“You’re terrible,” he said, but his voice lacked bite, and his tail betrayed him, curling tighter around her finger.

“Terrible for you,” Jana corrected with a rumble that made her whole chest vibrate. “And you love it.”

She didn’t drop him, not yet. She just let him dangle, swaying slightly as she savored his squirming. The open cave of her mouth waited below, gleaming and soft and impossibly deep, her tongue flexing in slow anticipation. Every breath she took washed over him in humid waves, smelling faintly of her tea and something unmistakably her.

Jana’s eyes gleamed, a predator’s glint softened only by the warmth of her smile. Her claws flexed, shifting him just slightly, and the motion jolted Tommy’s heart into a hard, fast rhythm. The heat rolling up from her mouth made his fur prickle, thick, humid, and scented with her tea, undercut by something rawer, alive.

“Ready to find out, little mouse?” she murmured, her tongue curling upward in invitation.

He opened his mouth to answer, but the words tangled somewhere in his throat; and then her claws let go.

The drop wasn’t far, but it felt far. His stomach lurched, heat rushed to his face, and then the soft, slick embrace of her tongue caught him in a warm cradle.

It was overwhelming instantly.

Her tongue flexed beneath him, plush yet powerful, the surface rippling in a way that made his spine arch despite himself. The texture was unlike anything he’d felt: smooth in some spots, faintly ridged in others, each shift of muscle making him acutely aware of just how much control she had over him.

The air was hot and wet, every breath he took saturated with her scent. The faint herbal sweetness was stronger here, mingling with something deeper, an animal warmth that made his pulse trip over itself.

Light filtered in past her lips, fractured by the glint of her teeth. Each fang was curved and gleaming, catching stray drops of saliva that slid down in glistening trails. Beyond them was shadow, deeper and darker, the kind of darkness that made instinct whisper danger.

Jana’s tongue rose, pressing him gently toward the roof of her mouth, and he gasped at the contact. The velvety warmth above him contrasted with the slick, shifting muscle beneath, holding him in place with just enough pressure to make his heartbeat hammer in his ears.

He tried to speak, maybe to tease her back, maybe to beg for more, but the motion of her tongue rolled him onto his side, making the words dissolve into a breathless sound he couldn’t quite control.

Fear hummed low in his gut, primal and sharp, but it tangled with something hotter, needier. Every movement of hers was deliberate: the slow sweep of her tongue along his back, the subtle suck of air past her lips that made her mouth tighten around him just slightly, the way her breathing seemed to match the pounding in his chest.

She didn’t rush.

Instead, Jana let him feel everything, the heat, the softness, the way her saliva clung to his fur in warm rivulets. Her hum rolled through him again, deeper this time, vibrating in his bones.

Pinned there between tongue and palate, Tommy realized his earlier curiosity hadn’t even scratched the surface of what this would be like. And now, wrapped in her heat, tasting her breath, feeling her hold him in a place no one else ever could, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted her to let go.

Her tongue shifted beneath him, no longer just holding him but guiding him, rolling him gently toward one cheek. The walls of her mouth closed in on one side, her teeth glinting just above him, while the other side opened into a slick cavern where saliva pooled in the hollow.

The motion made him slide, the surface under him slick and yielding. Warm trails of drool smeared across his side, matting the fur of his arm and thigh. Every shift pressed her scent deeper into him, until it wasn’t just around him, it was on him, in every breath and taste.

Jana’s cheek pressed against his back, soft from the outside but solid beneath, the pressure a constant reminder that she could trap him there as long as she wanted. She did exactly that, for just a moment, keeping him pinned while her tongue traced along the length of his front, tasting him in long, unhurried strokes.

Tommy shuddered. Each pass coated him more, leaving his fur slick and heavy. He could feel her breath rumble past him when she chuckled, a sound that echoed in the confined space, vibrating against every inch of his body.
Then she let him go, letting him roll across her tongue again. He slid toward the center, the warm, slick muscle rising to curl around him like a living cushion. The movement lifted him toward the roof of her mouth before lowering him again, the push and pull almost hypnotic.

Fear still lingered in his chest, the primal awareness of where he was, how close the edge between safety and something far more final could be, but it had been swallowed up by the heat curling low in his belly. Her control, her teasing pace, the way she never let him forget that she was tasting him… it all tangled into something that made his breath come fast and uneven.

When she finally let him tumble toward the back of her mouth, it was slow enough for him to feel the muscles shift beneath him, the gentle but inescapable slope, the faint contraction that hinted she could swallow if she wished.

The darkness was deeper here, the light from her lips barely reaching him. He could hear her heartbeat now, faint but steady, under the slow sound of her breathing.

Her tongue held him there, perched just over the shadowed drop at the back of her throat. Tommy could feel the subtle, rhythmic pulse of the muscles waiting below, the living machinery that could pull him down in a single, effortless motion.

The air here was hotter, thicker; every breath clung to his fur like steam. His body was slick from head to toe, her saliva coating him in a clingy warmth that made his clothes and fur feel heavier than they were.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to.

One slow, deliberate tilt of her head backward, and gravity made the decision for him.

He slid.

The surface beneath him changed, from the broad, pliant cushion of her tongue to the narrowing, rippling tunnel of her throat. The first swallow was a shock, the sudden, powerful pull that gripped him and drew him down in a wave of muscle. It was tight, impossibly so, the walls flexing in smooth, wet contractions that left no room to move.

Each pulse was stronger than the last, pushing him deeper into darkness, the slick heat surrounding him completely. The sounds here were louder: the muffled thump of her heartbeat above, the deep, slow rush of her breath, the wet, swallowing gulp that carried him further with every beat.

He gasped when the muscles squeezed tighter around his middle, the pressure a solid band that rolled along his body from chest to toes. Every motion was deliberate, efficient, yet slow enough that he felt everything.

Another swallow, and her throat drew him deeper.

The scent of her tea and warm breath was still there, but now it was joined by something richer, muskier: the scent of her from the inside, where no one else ever went. His own breathing was fast and shallow, not from lack of air but from the dizzying flood of sensation.

Fear pulsed through him, raw and instinctive, but so did a fierce, tingling thrill that made his chest feel too tight. The sensation of being taken in like this, surrounded completely by her, was more than he’d imagined when he’d teased her about his curiosity.

Her swallows slowed as he descended, as if she were savoring each contraction, each moment of drawing him further into herself.

And then, just as his mind began to spin with the heat and the closeness, the motion eased.

The muscles around him softened, the pressure fading into a gentle cradle of warmth. It was quiet here, safe in a way that felt impossible given what had just happened, but unmistakably safe. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat was closer now, surrounding him in a calm, slow drumbeat that seemed to seep into his bones.

The cradle of warmth around him shifted, just enough to remind him that he was inside her now. Every slight movement was echoed in the walls that held him, the faintest stretch or flex sending ripples of pressure across his body.

Then came her voice.

It rolled through him more than it reached his ears, resonating in every surface around him, rich and low and impossibly close. “Mmm… there you are, little mouse. All mine now.”

The sound made the space seem smaller, her words curling into him from every side. He felt her swallow again, just a soft, idle flex, and the pressure closed in for a moment before easing.

“You wanted to know,” she continued, her tone dipping into that dangerous purr, “and now you do. Warm enough for you in there?”

Before he could answer, her palm pressed gently against the outside of her belly. The pressure came through instantly, firm and encompassing, pushing him closer into the soft, slick walls. He could feel the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing through the touch, the way her hand’s weight settled him deeper into her warmth.

“Don’t wriggle too much,” she teased, “or I might think you’re trying to stay in there forever.”

Her chuckle was a full-body sensation for him, a slow rumble that passed through the liquid heat surrounding him, making his fur prickle and his pulse race.

The pressure of her hand lingered a moment longer, holding him in a gentle squeeze, before easing away.

“I love you, little mouse.”
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