A (as of now, officially the day-after) vore day commission for my good friend Dr.Whooves Dr.Whooves, with Tempus getting a very special treatment indeed from Styx!
The mossy paths, shady nooks, muddy riverbanks, and especially the damp taverns of the Deep Jungle are filled with opportunities to run into the shiftiest kinds of characters. For a wise adventurer, it should go without saying that you shouldn't accept any bets from large ladies on how much of you they can fit down their throat... and Tempus here isn't known for being wise.
Fascinated by the soft pulsating flesh wrapped around his legs, and the even softer muscle of gator tongue wrapped around his member, Tempus finds himself quite distracted by the lavish experience the much larger lady is treating him to... so distracted that he doesn't notice the eager grumbling coming from her ample belly, or the way her throat keeps loosening to let him slip deeper...

"This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend... Peace."