"Yes! I accept!" She nodded her head.
You smiled and set her down. She struggled to stand up. You asked, "Do you have a name?"
"Desire. It's... I'm called Desire." She couldn't face you. Such a fitting name, you thought. She sat down and curled up, hiding behind her legs. "I... I can't believe I get to live. I thought I was going to die." She paused, slowly backing up, widening the space between the two of you, "What's your name, sir?"
"Garret." You huff, keeping a close eye on her.
"Are you the monst- The myth? The Were Rat?"
"Stupid name." You growl, "Yes I am the monster." You reach and grab her foot gently so she can stop backing away.
She didn't seem to mind, to your surprise. "You're not a monster."
You pulled her leg, dragging her across the ground. She squealed loudly, and found herself under your open jaws. She turned away, lifting her hands up and begging for her life. You tossed her lying ass to the side and walked away. "Thanks for laying yourself on my nose, earlier. I'll have your scent for a week. Don't bother running away. You're safe."
As you crawl past the door you heard Desire call back "Thank you. For letting me live and everything." You stopped for a moment, thinking of something to say, but nothing came to mind. You continued your walk.
You hid back under the hatch, patiently waiting for a meal to come by. You took this time to ponder as to why you didn't just eat her. She was a micen. She was food. She begged, but so did the others. Something about her...
The sound of footsteps grew ever more closer. It's been about a hour. since last time. This time, you weren't taking any chances. When the steps were past the hatch you opened it up and grabbed the leg. A female yelled in surprise when she hit the ground with a hard thud. You reeled her in before she could say anything. It was dark, so you were unable see what she was wearing. All you know was it was a shirt that you promptly tore off. You covered her mouth and felt around her legs for any pants. She was wearing shorts, which you subsequently tore off.
She tried shaking her head, as her jaw had trouble moving. You drag her through the arch, and tossed her onto the lead pipe. Before she can begin begging you knocked her down with the back of your hand and said, "Run." You stand up and stretch, hearing her scurry off. Your back ached for bending it for so long. You placed your hand on your neck and pushed, satisfied with several pops. You lent down and touched your toes, stretching your hind legs. Then you stretch your forearms, calves and back. After about half a minute you get on all fours again. You counted to three and made a mad dash. The halways and pipes are meters long, and the only exit that you know of is behind you, save for your room.
You started counting when you ran. The record for a micen running is ninety-seven. This time you counted to sixty-four before seeing the mouse down the hallway. She ran faster when she heard your claws on the pipe. As you pounced, she ducked, making you miss the tackle. You turn around and see she's in deep pain. She's limping on one leg, possibly pulled a muscle.
Even with her injury, she's trying her best to get away from you, turning and hopping in the opposite direction. You stood up and walked towards her, keeping beside her with her own pace, "It's over." She didn't say anything, just looked down and sniffled. You grabbed the back of her head and lifted her up. You began to drag her to your home.
She was quiet most of the way. It wasn't until you were almost there did you hear her say, "I always knew I was going to die getting eaten, but I thought it was going to be a leona. When I heard a rattis was living nearby... I knew I wasn't going to make it to the end of the year." She was silent again. You entered through the arch of your home and tossed her onto the cot. You open the chest and shift through the contents. She continued, "I guess I'm telling you this because I need someone to know this. If you're going to eat me I won't stop you. I can't stop you anyways. I'm rambling, I'm sorry. I'm nervous."
You found what you are looking for. A piece chocolate. You turn to your prey and offer it to her. She thanked you and took a bite out of it. "How come?" She asked with a mouthful.
"For sharing how you feel." you grunt.
"You're a gentleman too?" She leaned off the cot, "Now I really won't stop you. How is it? You know, swallowing a micen?"
"It would be like you swallowing that chocolate. It takes effort, but it's wonderful. But that chocolate doesn't squirm. Or beg."
The mouse looked at her chocolate. It was almost the size of her forearm. She licked it and nibbled on the sides, "It's not the same...." You pulled up a chair and watched her consume the candy. When she was done she laid back, rubbing her belly. "I can only imagine what it feels like. Do you think, maybe... I can try it on you?"
"Sure." You lean your head in.
The woman places her hands on your jaws. She opens her mouth and nibbled on on your chin. She did her best to get your chin and nose in her mouth at the same time, but all attempts failed. She frowned, "You win some, you lose some. Just let me take a breath, and... Hope you enjoy."
You opened your mouth and were able to feel her place her hands onto your tongue. You could taste her sweet, succulent flavor as she rubbed your smooth tongue. Your stick the muscle out and guide her head into your mouth. She lied limp as your close your jaws and lips, slurping her in. She didn't make a single noise, other than coughing on your drool. You were gentle as much as possible, letting her take a deep breath before swallowing her head. You gulped her as fast and as comfortable as you can make it for her, taking your times to lick and smother her belly with your tongue. You look up and swallow more and more, feeling her slither deeper into you. Finally you swallowed her feet, sealing her in her new temporary home. Your gut went plump once more. She still said nothing. She squirmed a little, perhaps only to make you happy.
You sit on the cot, feeling sleepy with the, what, thousands of calories inside you? You poke your gut, "What's your name?"
"Fierce." She muffled, "Thank you for asking. What's your name?"
"Garret."
"Thank you, Garret. Other than a hurt leg, I had a lot of fun." She said weakly. You lay down, letting your stomach get to work on her.
When you wake up...
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