October 2020 Drabble #2

The ogre has him grabbed by the leg and swings him around like a piece of meat.

Jesse’s belly swoops dizzyingly. He tries to catch a sight of anything that he can grab on to to try and pull himself out of the big monster’s clutch, but there are only the barren walls of its cave.

He’s tried to sneak up on it and get it as it slept, but the floor is littered with the bones of animals and humans alike, and it had been too dark to see all hazards.

“God, I’m gonna barf,” he groans as he’s swung around again, feeling like he must have missed the cave’s ceiling by sheer dumb luck. He’s got a bit of an intuition for that.

The ogre stops swinging him around as if it had heard him. He’s hanging limp upside down, swallowing repeatedly and clenching his eyes shut in the hopes it will stop the world spinning all around him and keep him from making good on his promise.

It’s difficult, though… especially since he’s hanging right in front of the monster’s crotch, clothed by nothing but a ratty piece of fur. The smell is… intense. It is so musky and thick that he can physically feel it coating the back of his throat, saliva glands suddenly working overtime.

“Damn… f-fuck, okay,” he slurs, blinking slowly. His eyes start to calm down from their wild twitching. “Okay, uh… ‘m sorry? Sh-shoot, what’s… ogre speech… ah…”

He knows a few words – well… grunts – but it is near impossible to think when his head is filled with the stink of ogre dick.

Jesse rubs his hands over his face, then reaches farther down to feel for his gun at his hip, but the holster is empty. She must have toppled out sometime during his wild fly through the air and-

The ogre grabs his other leg and spreads them apart. Just before he wonders if he is going to get ripped right through the middle, the monster leans forward and audibly sniffs his crotch. Or ass? Both. It doesn’t matter. Not when a moment afterward, it lets go of one of his legs again to unceremoniously rip a hole into his pants.

Jesse’s breath hitches as cold air suddenly wafts over his exposed balls and ruffles the fur in the crack of his ass. The ogre leans in again. The cold cave air is replaced by the hot breath coming out of the ogre’s foul mouth. There’s too much blood in Jesse’s head. He can’t think beyond a muttered “Oh… shoot…” before the ogre opens up wide and seems to just… engulf his abdomen.

His heart skips a beat, his belly shrivelling up tight, but there’s no pain coming. No bite crunching down on him, just… impossible heat as slimy ogre saliva starts to encase his cock and balls just as that huge, fat tongue laves over everything it can reach.

“Oh… sh-shoot…” he whispers, confused and a bit puzzled as to what to… do now.

And then the ratty loincloth in front of his bloodred face starts to twitch and move.