Just Desserts - Episode 9 Preview (Patreon)

Following the kind stranger, you leave the market and slip down a side street, weaving between buildings and walking along narrow dirt paths. The sounds of the market fade, as does the steady buzz of the town, diminished to a faint hum drifting over rooftops. In their place emerges a gradual quiet, save the steady plod of feet and the rustling of clothes. These back alleys seem surprisingly abandoned for what you’d assumed was a small gate town. In fact, you could practically say you and the woman are…

Alone.

Uh oh.

“Uhm, y’know,” you start, taking a nervous step back. “I really appreciate all your help, but—”

The woman’s arm latches onto your own, an unyielding grip that reduces whatever words you were planning to ramble out next to a slight yelp. Before you have a chance to try and wrench yourself away, she pulls you close, clamping a second hand over your shoulder and locking you tight. An eager grin spreads, opening wide—too wide.

The not-so-kind stranger’s lips slip over your head, saliva matting hair and slicking skin. You squirm and wriggle with every ounce of effort you can muster, something like a squirrel trying to free itself from your average bear trap. Gusts of hot breath blast against your face as a questing tongue heralds an eagerly encroaching mouth.

As the woman’s lips begin to eclipse your chin, you finally think to shout, only for the attempt to be subsumed by her first swallow which yanks you down to your neck. Hands shift along your arms, utterly stifling any attempt at protest while continuing to feed you inwards.

A steady rhythm of gulps and schlurps usher you deeper as the woman claims your shoulders after only the briefest moment’s pause. With the largest obstacle out of the way, her pace accelerates. A wave of flesh and slick saliva rolls down your torso as you’re rapidly encased in sweltering heat. The vice-like grip of your predator’s arms only gives way to an equally unyielding throat, never leaving even the slightest space for all but the most token attempt at resistance.

Soon enough, she’s approaching your waist. Her grip slides down your thighs, then hoists your legs skyward, leaving you to flail impotently as the last of your arms slide between the woman’s lips. You’re well past the point of no return, you realize—in your case, the point of no return was probably somewhere back around ‘Uhm, hi, excuse me,’ but nonetheless, you’re even more fucked now. You have no leverage, no angle of attack, no means by which to employ even your lacking strength in some final effort to stave off imminent ingestion…

Hello! Apologies this preview is a bit late, but a very large episode is incoming. For now, we’re here with a preview featuring you in over your head. And shoulders, arms, chest. Y’know, the works.

Tune in on August 8th when Episode 9: The Price of Entry releases!