Prologue 7-31-2016
"Oh, Francine. You taste so delicious!" said Liam, smirking at his prey. He had just caught a squirrel. They were once unbelievable friends, but eventually Liam's hunger needed to be satisfied.
"Liam, please stop licking me!" Liam would not release his prey from the ground. He had it pinned.
"Oh, shut up. You talk too much." He gave another big lick, dragging his rough tongue against Francine's face, covering her in saliva. Next, he lowered his muzzle and had the squirrel in his mouth. In one scoop, the rodent was trapped. Francine tried to claw her way out, but that only pressured Liam to do the inevitable. Inside, he rolled her tongue upwards, causing his prey to slip down. Liam raised his muzzle and the squirrel fell down the black hole, never to see daylight again. The grey wolf placed his right front paw on his throat to feel her prey slip down. He enjoyed that part the most.
A lump formed from the top of the neck slid down as his paw felt the bump move. He loved the squish noise he made when he swallowed. He love to eat. He wasn't particularly fat because of his lifestyle as an Alpha, but He wished to be. It was his fantasy, his fetish.
His prey was in her stomach now. He preferred eating live prey, usually rodents because they always squirmed. He sat down and rubbed his paw on his lower abdomen. The squirming inside gave him an erection. "Oh, Francine. Our friendship will always last..."