But a kid like Famine wasn’t scared of ‘germs’. He was notorious for sticking all sorts of things into his mouth, and anything that fit down his throat was never heard from again. Famine wasn’t picky when it came to his snacks.
Famine’s tummy rumbled, the sound ominous to your tiny ears, like an avalanche approaching- all powerful and inescapable. Famine rubbed at his belly, giving you a knowing look as you trembled in his grasp.
“Come on up buggy, it’s time for me to eat ya~” Famine grinned, opening his mouth wide to a chorus of ‘EWWW’s from the other children, who despite their protests all gathered around to watch if Famine was really gonna eat the bug. Famine put on a show for them, raising you high above his head so he had to tilt his head back, his wide open mouth waiting eagerly below you. You screamed, trying to hold onto Famine’s fingers pinched around your sides. It felt like a carnival ride where you never knew when it was about to drop, but the adrenaline running through your veins had none of the fun factor as you felt his warm breath waft over you, stinking of his last meal.
Famine’s fingers released you, separating so wide and quickly that you didn’t stand a chance at holding on. Instead you found yourself in freefall, the wind whipping around you as Famine craned his neck, opening his jaw even wider. For a millisecond you were in midair surrounded by his teeth, not touching his mouth- and then the lips closed behind you and you barreled straight into his tongue.
Famine lowered his head quickly, keeping you from falling straight down his throat as he took a moment to appreciate the way you flailed across his tongue. You tried to thrust yourself out of the opening of his lips, but all you were able to shove between them was a single arm. The children outside laughed at the sight of one hand sticking out between Famine’s lips, and the little tyke crossed his eyes to look down at his would-be escapee before sucking your limb back inside where it belonged, pushing your whole body into his cheek to suckle on you longer.
“So how’s my shoe bug?” Jupiter snickered.
“Mmm!” Famine hummed happily, closing his eyes as he focused on enjoying your flavor. More than anything though it was just fun having a living snack! Who knew that a mouth prisoner would be so entertaining? Famine took a few moments to swish you back and forth, disorienting you and feeling how you wobbled around uncertainty, pressing you against his wall of teeth and messing up your hair with his spit.
But Famine had the attention span of a young boy and his attention quickly waned. Bored now of suckling on his morsel, Famine tilted his head back again, giving the other boys a good view of his neck as his tongue prodded you towards the back of his mouth. You panicked, clawing your way back to the front, but Famine was having none of that. With one quick buck of his tongue you were thrown backwards, right into the entrance to his throat.
GULP.
A small bulge protruded from Famine’s throat as your form was swallowed whole. It twitched and writhed, and Famine traced your path all the way down to his belly as he felt you descend into his depths.
“Yummy.”
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