“You’ll have to go and get him, though. I’m afraid he’s rather deep this time.”
The gooey, pink outline of her throat contrasted with the jagged, white daggers of her teeth. Her breath was hot. Sulfuric. Sloan could smell the bucket of entrails he had fed her for breakfast and shuddered to think of what they would feel like once he got to her stomach. Poor mailman. Poor him. Dierdra’s tongue ebbed as he placed his hand on it, saliva pooling between his fingers. Her throat twitched eagerly as he stuck his head between her lips, but then he pulled away. Dierdra let her jaws shut with a click.
Story written by Brazzel
Art by SeekGr
All characters depicted are 18+