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[acidbathlove]

A Feast for A Goddess

Warnings: Vore, Stuffing, Mass vore, Gluttony in general

A large naga woman lounged upon a throne, her upper human half beautifully adorned with gemstones, exotic furs and feathers. She was gazing down upon her servants which were rubbing her body. Especially her large belly which growled softly, which would cause the men and women to knead more desperately. Eventually, however, with all their attempts to please their mistress nothing satisfied her. Taking a hold of one of her servants in her hand she opened her mouth and placed her gently on her tongue. She smiled slightly as the woman squirmed and begged before swallowing. Licking her lips she gestured to another servant to begin rubbing her belly. As he climbed up she moved her large coils to wrap around him gently and bring him onto her chest. “The rest of you… go take a break, I will be having one last snack before my feast.” She purrs at the man who looked at the others nervously. But they made no attempt to help, merely scurrying away from her, sliding down her belly onto her thick coils and down onto the floor. The man looked up at his mistress who smiled down at him and grabbed him quickly. Looking at him she smiled and opened her maw, the man wriggled and writhed begging his mistress. Before she placed him onto her forked tongue and closed her maw around him. Toying with him in her mouth she licked his body before swallowing him whole. Feeling him squirm all the way down she sighed and sat upright supporting her belly with one hand. It growled much louder now and the naga gave it a rub as she slithered her way towards her banquet hall. Servants bowed to her as she passed, giving her praise and rubbing her coils. But the woman gave them no mind, she after all was a goddess. Her name is Vesvara and it was her day that she got to feast upon sacrifices, and the naga was determined to gorge herself.

As she got into her banquet hall there were already piles of meals ready for her. Squirming men, women, and monsters all tied up nicely waiting to be eaten. Normal cooked food was also being plated and slid onto the table, from dragons to massive sea monsters. The naga’s mouth began to water as she saw and her belly growled loudly as she sat down. As soon as she did she grabbed one of the plates with a pile of women and opened her mouth. It stretched just like a snake as the bound prey began to slide down into her mouth and then slowly down her throat all in a pile. Their squirming could be seen all the way down into her stomach which grew slightly. Setting that plate down she grabbed the one full of men and did the same, swallowing them all at once. Her throat bulged with the mass of prey before swallowing hard and rubbing her belly afterwards. Licking her lips she gestured to another much larger plate full of people to be brought to her, a mix of elves and orcs were in this one this time all tied tightly in a bag. Lifting it up she tilted her head back and swallowed the whole thing at once, feeling her belly distend she sighed. But still she was hungry and finished off the plates of living prey. By the time she finished her belly touched the table itself and the imprints of her meals could be seen through her fat and skin. But there was still much more to eat and more was being served by the minute. The goddess grabbed the largest thing she could, a massive sea snake. Grabbing it by the head she sucked it down like a noodle, her belly bulging even with it halfway down her throat. Moaning a little as she finished she felt the large meal move down into her second stomach and the bulge appeared on her serpentine half.

This reawakened her hunger and she began gluttonously slurping down the largest monsters on the table, sending them to her second stomach. More large bulges grew in her second stomach, as she swallowed more and more meals. But even with her second stomach as packed as it was now, she still felt hungry and there was still more to feast on. More sacrifices were then placed onto the table, writhing plates of people that were tied up in large bags made of easily digestible skins of other beasts. Grabbing the largest one she found she lifted it to her mouth and swallowed. It stretched her mouth and throat to it’s limit, a loud gurgle emanated from her stomach as she kept swallowing. Pushing the sack of people down her throat, finally getting it past her mouth. It slowly sank down into her stomach practically pushing her belly to its limit as he laid it on top of the table. With a deep sigh she looked at the other piles of people, licking her lips she rubbed her belly. The goddess had room for one more but there were two options in front of her. A massive coil of meat like a sausage, and a massive coil of people wrapped like a sausage.

She could always eat the other later, but to a goddess of gluttony that would not do. She however wanted to eat the living people first and grabbed one end of the coil. The woman at the front looked up at the naga goddess as she placed her in her mouth and began to suck her down. Each person that passed through her lips and down into her throat made her belly groan and gurgle loudly. The more she ate the more she felt her belly stretch to its limit and she even saw it grow, there were still at least twenty more people coiled up in this and she had barely gotten to halfway. She kept going watching the coil get smaller and smaller until the end person slid from the table up onto her belly and finally down her throat. With a final swallow she moaned loudly and felt her stomach groan in response. Looking down at herself she saw how large she’d gotten. Her coils wrapped around the room twice and were even bulging to the point her scales were separating and the prey inside could be seen. Her stomach itself was stretched to bursting, she could see her meals being digested and squirming. And even as she sat admiring herself she looked back at the last meal in front of her, and her belly gave a soft growl. Her hunger, albeit satiated, still wanted more. She groaned slightly and reached out towards the sausage grabbing the end of it. Bringing it up to her mouth she saw how large it was. This one was a mix of meat and live prey and her mouth watered more as she felt her belly growl louder. With a hefty sigh she lifted it into her mouth and began to swallow, the prey side up so she could see them squirm more as they got closer. Which predictably they did, one of them almost escaped but were quickly slurped up into her mouth and down her throat. The flavor of this meal was amazing, she just kept swallowing as quickly as she could. Watching her belly swell even more as she stuffed herself more and more. And as the end of the sausage slipped past her lips and she let out a satisfied belch. The doors opened and more prey and meals were placed onto the table, and with a hungry smile she kept eating.

[spicyraeman]

shes having more fun than she looks i promise [full ver. here (explicit)]

[vavoom-sorted-art]

The Art war continues, here‘s part 2 of ridiculous this story that I‘m basically making up as I go lol

Part 1 | Part 3

[kc5rings]

A little something to celebrate a years worth of Muzzle Mondays with the subject that most often came to mind for me this past year, Wish once again knocking it out of the park.

That century of solitude guarding a door is one of the most compelling things about Nian’s story to me, and I look forward to learning more about what exactly that was about

As always, Happy Muzzle monday!

[heart--of--gold]

How about an imagine based on breaking the bed with Logan in his room at the school? Not only it would be hot as hell but also "what kind of sex are you too having to break a bed?" "Don't out yourself like that Scott"

ok ok.. i had to write a little snippet because this was stirring in my brain. i can so imagine Logan often breaking the bed because he loses himself in the pleasure but getting into new kinks is a guaranteed way to do that.

warnings: 18+ (mdni), smut, daddy kink, afab reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, talk of voyeurism wc: 556

“Daddy?” Logan Howlett repeats. It’s enough for his hips to still.

You’re whining as if you’re uncomfortable, but he knows it’s for a different reason. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, especially when you bury your face into the pillow.

“Is this what you fantasize about, huh?” He digs himself deep into you, making sure you take every inch of him, bottoming out. You squirm, giving him no proper response.

He really can't control how he mentally sputters when he thinks about it again, or how his hips rock a little harshly up into you for a brief moment. All he could focus on is how one simple word went straight down between his legs.

“Shit, princess..” With slow, gentle motions, Logan pulls out inch by inch, escaping your sweet warm wetness. He leaves the tip inside, squeezing your plush thighs.

"I-" Logan lets himself slam back into you before allowing his thrusts to be slow and careful. Deliberate so you could take in what he has to say. "I think about how my pretty princess looks, dressed in that ridiculous get-up. I have to ignore how my associates eye my princess with lust because she can't dress herself decently."

Your legs twitch at his teasing, writhing at being rocked back and forth. Heavens above, you’re something. Walk into his classroom with the most innocent smile in that eye-catching dress, lure him into his room because you just couldn’t control yourself for the afternoon, and now you’re calling him Daddy of all things. “My babydoll’s such a pervert-ffuck.” 

Hands grip your hips so harshly that there’s sure to be bruises left behind, forcing you onto his thick cock over and over with each steady rock of his hips. You moan so pretty, so obscenely, and he knows it’s not enough to get you over the edge.  

He leans down, teeth grazing your earlobe. Keeping his voice nice and low, "I fantasize about taking her on my desk, in front of everyone. Just to prove who she really belongs to." 

You whimper at that, and it’s something Logan drinks in. He wishes he could see your darling face, he can imagine how your glossy eyes would look up at him, pleading for him to move just a little bit more. 

“I wouldn’t let anyone else touch her, but she’d make such a pretty sight. Fucked dumb and cockhungry for her Daddy.” 

“Daddy..” You breathe, making a strained noise in the back of your throat. “Daddy, please.” Ah, the magic words. 

“Are you gonna lay there and look pretty for me? Let your daddy take care of you?” He reaches a hand down between your legs, just ghosting over your most sensitive part. Jesus, you’re soaking wet. “That’s what you want, right?” His voice teeters over the edge of threatening, a promise for what’s to come.

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Scott’s eyebrows may fly off his forehead. “You broke the bed?” 

Logan puffs his cigar, keeping it right between his teeth. “Yep.” 

He thinks that’s the most impressed he’s ever seen Scott. “What kind of sex were you two having to break the bed?” 

“Now, now..” He chuckles, and he can see how the other man rolls his eyes at him, even through his glasses, a scoff at his antics. Already knowing what he’s gonna say next. “Don’t go telling on yourself.” 

[bardic-inspo]

NO. WAKEY TIME.

[sickstag]

One of my fav things is when people talk about cockwarming a dildo. Like, you’re not even doing it to make ME feel good, you’re just doing it because you need your cunt stuffed and I think that’s so so cute I fucking love the thought of it

[bandsandwristbands]

*taps mic* This one goes out to the Gaara Oral Fixation Fan Club

Follow up to this

[acidbathlove]

Reblogs appreciated :)

DNI if you are a sfw blog only pls its better for everyone

[buriedunderdaffodils]

my breeding kink is gonna be the death of me, i need to pin someone down and fill them with my cum until it spills onto the sheets and paints their thighs, i need to finger it back into them because i can't risk any of it going to waste, i need to fuck them again and again and hear how wet they are inside from all my seed filling them up, i need to force cum out of them with every thrust only to replace it with even more, i feel fucking feverish i need to put a baby in someone

[prettypairs]

[caliblorn]

Fennorian confirmed Altmer sex representative

[heart--of--gold]

mdni, 18+

i think personally we need to put a cute little pink collar on logan howlett and walk him around on a leash until he learns how to behave himself. bonus points if you attach a little bell on it so it chimes a little any time he moves.

[tormie-tormie-chopper]

well tumblr appears to have absolutely NERFED the colors but here's one last WIP update before i close the canvas and work on oc stuff

bonus:

Ko-fi comms are open!

[preg-canis-limus]

I can't help but think about a corrupt doctor playing aloof.

He was amicable, if not a bit standoffish; he even helped you and your husband with "fertility treatments" so you could get pregnant in the first place; how could you not trust him? He's one of your neighbors and has been a bit of a character since you first moved into this space backwoods neighborhood, only catching glimpses of him in your periphery before finally catching him tending to herbs in his garden and starting a conversation. One thing led to another, and you got close enough to accept his help for your pregnancy. He's affordable, courteous, and, despite being a little... off, he even makes house calls. So, you keep going back while your stomach swells and when your chest grows too big and sensitive for any binders or sports bras.

He's been a big help during your rather difficult pregnancy. You kept falling ill for one reason or another. A weakened immune system causes you to get sick easily, and morning sickness makes your stomach weak. Your body was admittedly frail, and here you were, putting it through the wringer. Still, the doctor always reassured you, even encouraged you, saying your body was a "prime candidate to produce offspring," that's a way to word a compliment. He reliably comes to the rescue with quick remedies and strong medicine to soothe your stomach and mind. More so than your husband was doing, providing almost no help until the doctor arrived and waiting for the doctor to give the ok before immediately leaving you to your lonesome. The doctor had become your biggest comfort at this time, promptly responding to your calls and providing plenty of assurances.

The doctor was rather peculiar, he’s actually pretty shy and despite being experienced, his demeanor was reserved outside of his work. It explains how you haven't been able to get a good look at him before you met, at least. He often stumbled during casual conversation, and his eyes didn't really meet yours. He takes measured gazes when working, but when he’s not, his eyes flicker here and there as if he is trying to avoid looking at something obscene. You would be slightly offended if it wasn’t for the quality of care he gave you, memorizing details to an almost scary degree, practically predicting what ailments you would have before you had them, and swiftly treating you. You had offhandedly muttered about your medication to deal with nausea once, not even talking to him really, and he stopped by the next day with some fresh-grown ginger. He really can be sweet deep down, despite the strange behavior.

With one thing or another, you kept calling and grew accustomed to this somewhat awkward doctor and his equally awkward methods. The medicine he provided worked, and he was the closest help you would get out here, so you weren't going to complain much, but you had to admit, some of his procedures were a bit odd; boy, did you have stories.

He was thorough in his work and examinations, checking you head to toe, in every crevasse, and you mean EVERY CREVASSE. You remember the first time he gave you an in-depth exam, and, surprise, surprise, his hands were cold, causing you to jump slightly. It was strange feeling those cold hands on your oversensitive hole the first time, but you stomached it and allowed him to continue. He had actually stopped when you flinched... how considerate. he even had you alter your wardrobe and check your clothes. No more jeans and stiff fabrics, only loose, thin clothing, even when your bump was relatively small, for better movement and thermoregulation, he said. He followed up on the clothes matter as well, asking how you felt, if you liked them, and if they were accommodating your pregnancy properly. You said yes, they were fine, that was truthful, but it was somewhat difficult to switch to thinner underwear, with your cunt producing more fluid and essentially soaking through them, that was truthful. From then on, the doctor made the, in your opinion, crazy request for a pair of soaked underwear. Increased discharge production is normal, and he wanted to test it to make sure it was healthy. You were incredibly apprehensive at first, the idea of giving a random man your underwear was horrifying, and you made your thoughts known. He then explained that he wasn't some random man but your doctor and provided a long list of all the risks to your pregnancy if he left anything to chance. All of what he said was truthful; he wasn't some random man, and your body was too feeble to risk it, so you relented, giving him a pair of your underwear and watching as he put it in a biohazard bag and tucked it into his work briefcase. At least he was professional about it, but you never got that pair back.

One time, the baby was just too active and made your body sore, so he came over and gave you some light painkillers and even offered a back massage, which you enthusiastically accepted. It was a rare occurrence that the doctor offered to touch you for something outside of medical obligations. He even briefly lifted your stomach to help take the weight off your back. You found yourself back to his chest, so lost in the relief that you almost missed the sound of sniffing behind you. Was he sick? You hoped what he smelled wasn't you; it would be so embarrassing if, after getting so physically close, you smelled bad. He didn't bring it up afterward, and you didn't either. During his next visit, he brought this strange salve with him, saying that since the baby was growing and already so active, the skin on your stomach would become more taut and sensitive, so it was meant to moisturize the skin. He offered to help with the first application, and you accepted, you didnt see why not. You raised your shirt over your bump, just under your new breasts, and that focused gaze instantly turned to your stomach. It sort of startled you how quickly he honed in on you, but you supposed it was his job; what is a doctor if not studious. The salve smelt strange, nothing too strong, subtle, and actually kind of familiar, but you couldn't quite pin it down. He continued, putting a small dollop on your stomach and rubbing it in. he took his time, being thorough and making sure it covered your whole stomach, gaze not straying from it. You felt kind of shy at that. You know he's your doctor, but did he have to look so close? He was usually rather reserved about touching you so closely. You sat as he worked, rubbing the salve into your skin and even massaging your stomach for a bit. Only after a while did you shift in your seat, and this seemed to gain his attention. Promptly' standing up and clearing his throat, avoiding your eyes again, he declared himself done, telling you the proper dosage, and he was on his way. That was... strange. It's not too out of character for the awkward doctor, but you didn't expect him to get so... intimate.

Another time, you found your chest terribly sore. The doctor came over and told you it was fine, just some compacted milk in your newly swelled breasts, which were unused to being so full. Unsatisfied with that answer, you groaned at the strain. It didn’t matter if it was fine, it still hurt. So, you asked if the good doctor could do something. He explained that the milk just needs to be released, either by pump or by hand compression. You didn’t own a pump, and you didn’t know how to get the milk yourself, so you asked for his help. At this, he almost lost it, stuttering out verbal instructions and growing redder in the face by the second. Ultimately, you interrupted and told him you trusted him, he was your doctor, after all. Why get so flustered now of all times?

Flashing some sad puppy dog eyes, you managed to pull him to sit next to you. Pulling off your top, he wraps an arm around you, cupping your breasts and rolling them in his palms. You flinched at his doctor-like frigid hands, the feeling on such a sensitive area surprised you. After they warmed up, he got a gentle grasp on one of your nipples before looking at you for confirmation. You give the affirmative, and he rubs and massages the bud between his fingers, eliciting a soft groan from you, this time not from discomfort but from the strangeness of the feeling. It felt good. Were your nipples always this sensitive? It must have been the pregnancy. He was so warm and so close to you at this moment that you could feel yourself relaxing by the second. He continued his caresses for a bit before pinching at the nipple, drawing out beads of milk. You let out a gasped moan at that, and he stops, letting go of your nipple. Snapping out of your stupor from the sudden lack of sensation, you, a little bit too enthusiastically, ask him to continue, reassuring him that the touch felt good. He continued on like this, massaging, pinching, and milking one breast after the other until the soreness was alleviated. It was warm and comfortable with your back against his chest, it lulled you into a kind of trance. You felt a bit floaty afterward, tingles of pleasure still flowing down your spine, and he offered to make this a regular occurrence since it seemed to alleviate more than just bodily soreness. You accepted, but you had to admit the scenario was a bit weird. The doctor would be coming over weekly to milk you, maybe it's more regular in the practice than you think, he's the medical professional not you.

You grew fond of the touches despite yourself, and you supposed, despite the initial rejection, he was OK with the closeness too, if not a little fond as well. Your husband hadn’t touched you much since your bump really started showing, so you’ve been, admittedly, a little deprived. Despite his cold hands always making you jump for examinations - really, he examined your entire body so frequently you would have thought to have been used to it by now - they were a comfort on your sensitive skin. When they finally warmed up, if he kept his hands on you that long, they were incredibly soothing. You might even say you’ve come to look forward to the touch… maybe… not out loud, though.

Your relationship grew over time, and his checkups became regular enough that he would even stop by on his own occasionally to check in and then promptly leave. He’s rather skittish as well, frequently at your house but never staying for too long, he sometimes leaves before you can make the two of you tea. You can’t say you don’t miss the company, your husband hasn’t been showing you much attention, and you find yourself somewhat starved for interaction. You did whatever you could to keep the doctor a second longer, asking for an additional check, asking him to reach something you couldn’t “with this big belly in the way, after all.” You even invited him to feel the baby kick after a routine checkup once. It's kind of cute how shy he is, his ears turning red when inspecting your belly.

And after a while, it seems like he caught on. Despite still being a bit awkward, he indulged your whims. Stuttering facts about botany, anatomy (yours included), and how his day was when you asked for any conversation. Helping clean up around the house, which you thanked him with a cup of tea. With those intense eyes, he even rubbed your stomach when you invited him and acquiesced to apply the salve for you on occasion, sometimes the baby bucked at his touch. However, he still made sure to keep boundaries on the rare occasion your husband was around. The doctor brought by gifts and trinkets he happened upon in town for you since you were, by his advice, homebound.

He gave you a lovely red scarf and said he thought it complimented your style and that you would like it. While the doctor was handling matters in the kitchen, you were sat in an armchair in the living room, off your swollen ankles, deciding what to do with the scarf and what outfits you could make. Absent-mindedly toying with it, you ended up tying it around your stomach, a nice bow situated on top. While you’re messing with the loops, the doctor steps away from the kitchen, "T-the dishes are all clean and put away. Is there anyth-" he pauses once his eyes land on you, gaze shifting to your stomach and the big red bow on top. You looked down at the bow. “Oh, thank you so much for your help again, doctor. I was just playing around a bit, trying to figure out styles I liked.” You giggled to yourself and looked back up at him, but what you saw startled you a bit. He was still looking at your stomach, unmoving, but his gaze had grown dark. You couldn’t read the emotion behind his stare, but it was a little unnerving. Did you do something wrong?

You cleared your throat. “U-um, doctor? Is something wrong? D-do you not like it?” You meekly question, and it snaps him out of his stupor. He averts his gaze and clears his throat, hiding a blush behind his fist. “Apologies, I’ve got a bit on my mind today, and I just remembered something.” Oh. “Oh, ok.” And that was that. He soon dismissed himself, and you were left alone again. That was so strange, it was almost like he was glaring… You pushed it out of your mind, justifying it as one of the doctor's quirks with eye contact, and never brought it up again. You didn’t want to risk scaring him off or, worse, scaring yourself over what is probably nothing. You liked your dynamic already as it was and didn’t want to lose the company.

One day, when you were about 7 months along, you were lying in bed with a mean stomachache and a light fever. Panting heavily, you're wearing nothing but a thin oversized shirt, overheating and sweating through everything else. Your husband is nowhere in sight, having left for a trip with his friends over the weekend, leaving the doctor to tend to you in your bedroom. Lying on your side, the doctor’s back was facing towards you, writing something you couldn’t see on a clipboard. Your stomach churned again, causing you to flinch and groan. You lift up your shirt, hoping the cool air will do something to soothe the ache, but to no avail. It was so uncomfortable, and your body was so sore. At moments like these, you felt so alone, so vulnerable, so weak. You hated how your body seemed to be capable of almost anything but this, unable to support this one desire. Had the doctor’s assurances been false, could you really go on like this? You open your eyes again and find that the doctor is crouched in front of you, looking at you with that measured gaze.

This time, you meet his eyes again, and it’s once again unreadable and just as dark as before, but they look different somehow as if communicating something to you. The good doctor who has cured your ailments and soothed your stomach again and again. The one who spent time with you, touched you, and cared for you, understanding all of your needs before you even made them known. He’s close, right in front of you, and you’re in need. So fragile in that moment, you whimper and reach out for his hand. He doesn’t stop you, even meeting you halfway, putting his hand in yours, and cooperating when you lead it to your uneasy belly. His cold hands were a comfort to your overheating skin. Understanding your needs like always, he gently rubbed your stomach back and forth, easing it across the sensitive skin. You whimpered again from the soft, calming assurance the reliable doctor always gave. He reached another cool hand up and placed the back of it against your forehead, probably to measure your temperature, but you didn’t care at this moment, leaning into the soothing touch you missed so much at that moment. "There you go," his voice croaked from lack of use. "You’ll be fine. You’ll both be ok with me." you relaxed further into his touch. "Just rest... you’re in my hands now."

[fairyth0ts]

feeling divine af

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