Quite A Mouthful

Soft Vore | Dubious Consent

Sepia knew that eating prey was illegal, but somehow it made it all the more enticing. And after clocking out of another shitty eight-hour day, she was ready for a guilty pleasure. The possum was smaller than her, and stood no chance against the eagle, especially so after he was bound and gagged. Though she made sure he got something out of it, too; guilty pleasures are better with an accomplice.

Tied up like a neat package, Sepia's beak slipped over the possum's head with relative ease. He recoiled but the eagle had him in her talons. She bobbed her head forward to begin engulfing his shoulders and chest. Even for a large eagle such as herself, the possum was an ambitious meal. He thrashed his head side to side and wriggled against the ropes, but the flesh prison was already pulling him in deeper and deeper. With the beak wrapped around his waist, the predator was able to lift her head and force the meal farther in. The possum slid down the slimy passage and disappeared with a satisfied gulp.

To be continued.