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uchu-no-bashira · 5 months ago

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Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

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tinydefector · 6 months ago

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Could we get a part two of wild ride where Rodimus makes good on his promise to swallow the human into his tank for hours?

Wild Ride 2

Rodimus x human

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, hand jobs, sex toys, Vore, valveplug

Rodimus masterlist

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Rodimus' audials perk up at the sound of little moans echoing from his room. His attention is immediately drawn to the source of the sounds, his curiosity piqued. A smirk crossed his faceplate knowing who it was. Rodimus follows the sound, his steps purposeful and his spark alight with anticipation. He enters the room, his optics scanning the area, searching for the origin of those enticing moans.

As he looks around, his gaze lands on a figure in the corner, their frame trembling with pleasure atop of their soft bed, eyes closed as they slowly grind Against their vibrator. A smile tugs at the corners of Rodimus's lips as he realises that it was his little human. lost in a moment of ecstasy.

Rodimus approaches quietly. "Enjoying yourself, I see?" he purrs, his optics filled with a mixture of amusement and hunger. A small squeal leaves them as they quickly try to cover themself only for Rodimus to quickly grab their smaller body. “Ah ah ah, no hiding," Rodimus says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "No need to be shy around me."

Rodimus' grip on the human tightens slightly as they let out a loud whine, their vulnerability evident in their voice. He takes a moment to assess their reaction, His fingers begin to trace and explore their soft body, moving with a delicate touch.

Rodimus smirks, his confidence and teasing nature taking hold as he observes the human's reactions. Their moans reverberate through the room, fueling his own desire and amplifying his playful demeanour. With a deliberate slowness, Rodimus eases the vibrator back into them, relishing in the way their body responds.

"Oh, you want me to go faster, huh?" he taunts, his voice dripping with cockiness. "But where's the fun in that?." He allows their hand to guide his movements, but only to a certain extent. His fingers dance along their body, teasing and caressing, as he continues to manipulate the vibrator, alternating between tantalisingly slow and deliciously intense. He wants to keep them on the edge.

The little noises that leave their lips only fuels his ego, making him even more determined to deliver.

Rodimus' smirk widens into a cocky grin as he observes the human's reaction to his actions, he slowly restrains them with a piece of fabric, ensuring that they are unable to remove the toy. "Hmm, that's it, perfect" Rodimus purrs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "No escaping now. You're at my mercy, and I intend to make you writhe and moan." He hums to himself, his optics filled with a mixture of delight and dominance, as he cranks up the speed on the vibrator. they jerk and buck into the toy, their moans filling the air.

"Oh, you're so responsive," he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance. As their moans grow louder, their body reacts to the heightened sensations they can't escape from.

They whine loudly, almost sobbing moans from the pleasure. Rodimus's optics widen as the human's whines escalate into almost sobbing moans of pleasure. The reminder of his promise about swallowing them and keeping them in his tank sends a jolt through his circuits. “Don't think I forgot about our last little play sweetspark” he hums.

With a predatory grace, Rodimus moves closer to them, his voice filled with a husky tone laced with desire. "You want me to swallow you, don't you?" he murmurs, his gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and hunger. "To have you inside me, to keep you close."

Rodimus's own arousal grows as he imagines the sensation of having them in his tank, rolling around as they are restrained by the fabric as the vibrator edges them through multiple orgasms. He chuckles as he opens his mouth slowly sliding them in legs first.

They gasp as he puts them in his mouth savouring the taste and texture of their body against his glossa. He takes his time, relishing in the sensation of their squirming form in his mouth, their squeal only fueling his ego. Another squeal leaves them as he slowly swallows them down into his tank for safe keeping. their reaction fueling his own arousal and confidence. With a playful glint in his optics, "Mmm, you taste just as good as last time," he teases, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

His optics are filled with a mix of pleasure and triumph, as they settle into his tank. Rodimus's audials catch the small squeals, moans, and whines that echo from his human within his tanks. Their sounds intertwine with the low buzz of The vibrator. the wiggling and movement inside his tanks, only serve to deepen his own lust.

"Well, well, sounds like someone's needy," Rodimus chuckles, he eased himself into his chair, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. The human inside his tank moans again, their voice filled with pleasure and need as the vibrations intensify. The sensation of the vibrator moving in and out of them has them arching their back and crying out in ecstasy.

A pleased grin stretches across Rodimus' face as he listens to their cries of pleasure,

"Mmm, that's it," Rodimus murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. Rodimus slowly releases his spike. Listening to the sweet moans and cries of his little human. At that moment he really wished he had clear tanks just so he could watch them. The moans and cries that escape their lips fuel his desire, igniting a longing within him.

He imagines the sight of their writhing form, the arch of their back, and the flush of their skin as they succumb to the waves of pleasure. “mmm might have to get new tanks just to watch you next time we do this sweets” he calls out while leaning back, servo wrapping around his spike, stroking himself leisurely. his other servo dips down to tease his valve.

His own desire surges, his spike throbbing with need. The sounds coming from them has his engine rumbling lowly. He moves with purpose, his servo continuing to tease his valve, digits rubbing against nodes as he bucks into his own servos drawing himself closer to the edge of pleasure. The symphony of their moans and cries, their voice calling out in their language, spurs him on, driving him towards his own climax.

"Mmm, you like being inside my tank, don't you?" Rodimus murmurs, his voice filled with sinful delight. "Feeling the vibrations, the tightness surrounding you... It's all for you, my little human. Primus don't wanna let you go"

“I can feel your every move, every shiver of pleasure. You're trapped in my tank, and I'm going to make you lose control baby" They slowly grind down against the metal trying to push the vibrator deeper, a slur of moans leave them as they work up to their orgasm.

His optics darken with desire as he feels them slowly grind against the metal of his tank, their movements seeking to push the vibrator deeper. He matches their rhythm, his spike and valve working in sync with their movements. Imagining that it's them riding his spike.

Rodimus' frame tenses with pleasure as he spills into his servo and across his chair, the release of his own climax bringing a surge of satisfaction. His spike throbs with aftershocks as he revels in the intensity of the moment. His little human cries out even louder as they buck up into the vibrator. Overstimulated finally taking hold but they couldn't pull it out due to their restraints. So they continue babbling out sobbed moans as they wither and move around in Rodimus' tank.

Rodimus just relaxes back into his chair as he continues to listen to his human wither within his tank. His digits dance over the outside tapping. "Want a treat?" A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he calls out to them. He slowly brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking off the lingering traces of transfluid, his glossa swirling sensually over his digits. The sight and taste of his own Fluid has him aching to have them wrapped around his spike.

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mychlapci · 20 days ago

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Alright apologies my liege this is just sending a whole fanfic in the ask box but the centipede has given me the power to write pussy vore, glory to the kingdom or whatever

After a long long day on duty, Minimus finally makes it back to his hab with a stack of datapads in his arms ready to start his post-work work. It was a hard and mostly thankless job, but it had to be done by someone, and thankfully to Minimus, the one person who did thank him for his dedication was sprawled out in their berth with his modestly playing already removed. Minimus glanced at Megatron as he set his datapads down before he turned his head once again to take a full look at his conjunx. That's right, he thought, he and Megatron did plan on interfacing after Minimus' late shift. It was even on Minimus' schedule.

All the commotion reigning in dumb scuffles and listening to Rodimus talk his audials off had Minimus totally blank on his plans. It feels bad to let down Megatron and it feels even worse to deny himself his own needs, but Minimus promises Megatron he would make everything up to Megatron the next evening, but now he was falling behind on his reports and needed a little peace and quiet. Megatron is disappointed of course, but he knows Minimus would never let his duties slip. He's a big mech though, a big mech with high charge. He can entertain himself without Minimus.

Heavy venting is what finally made Minimus turn away from his stack of datapads. He could tune out the, squelching noises of lubricant and the quiet creaks of the berth, but Megatron's breathy restrained moans as he slipped a fat fake spike up his valve made Minimus need to turn. He watched Megatron, already feeling his spike slamming into his modestly panel. Primus, he wanted to be in that spike's place so badly. A quick break wouldn't exactly kill him, it wasn't like Rodimus would even read his daily reports until he was a month behind on them. He couldn't even focus with how overcharged his body was after all, he just needed some time to work through it.

Minimus hops up onto the berth, feeling Megatron's optics on him. Megatron allows Minimus to pull the toy from his valve and set it aside, he wouldn't need it when he finally had the real thing's attention. Minimus' panels were popped open, freeing his hard spike finally. He was on his knees infront of Megatron's much larger array, licking and kissing his glowing anterior node before taking the thing into his mouth. Megatron groaned at that, he could only imagine the sight of Minimus' jaw stretching around the node that nearly fills his mouth. The determination of his minibot lover would always bring Megatron's arousal to another level. He threw his head back and rested a heavy servo on Minimus' back, pressing the minibot into his soaked valve and feeling Minimus blindly thrust his little spike into him.

Minimus was getting coated in Megatron's transfluid, which made it much easier to rut into that soft valve and slip his digits in. He was still busy with lapping the fluid off his conjunx's node when he felt Megatron pushing him once again. Whatever Megatron was doing, and Minimus knew he was up to something when he could hear his t-cog click distantly and feel Megatron shift his mass slightly bigger, Minimus was very on board with. Something was pressing on the back of his helm, making him slip away from Megatron's node and into his plush valve lips. Minimus attempted to catch himself, but Megatron just continued to push him deeper until he had the minibot's upper body fully inserted in his valve.

Minimus squirmed as much as he could in the tight valve channel, which only pushed him deeper into his lover. Megatron's greedy calipers were massaging Minimus' body as his internals tried to pull the minibot deeper inside. Megatron was helping from the outside, pushing Minimus in deeper by the pedes as he continued to leak lubricant onto his small body. He was finally feeling some resistance when his ceiling node was brushed against, causing a full frame shiver. Minimus was drowning in that wet heat and he felt like he never wanted to resurface. With no one to see him act so crudely, Minimus thrust wildly into Megatron's walls, grinding his spike into his conjunx valve deeper than he could ever reach on his own. His helm was pressed into Megatron's ceiling node, letting the captain feel all the wild thrashing from his active little toy.

Caught up in his own overload, Minimus did not see the small port of Megatron's gestation chamber opening. His forge was like a stalking predator, waiting for Minimus to get close enough to be caught. A shift, a reshuffle of his position, and he was caught. Minimus' helm had pushed back in the dark and somehow fell further into Megatron's internals. Listening hard, he could only hear his conjunx's cries of approval as his valve spasmed on Minimus' little body, so clearly whatever he had found was not going to hurt his mate by delving deeper. Minimus wiggled his way into that tighter port, into an even hotter and tighter chamber than Megatron's valve.

Deep inside Megatron could feel Minimus squirming his way into his forge, and it had pushed him over the edge of overload. He wanted his conjunx as deep inside of him as he could be, all his for all eternity where no one could take him from him. It was a horribly selfish desire that Megatron could feel guilty over when he wasn't overloading his processor out, but caught up in the heat of the moment, he would have his dream be a reality for a moment. He reached blindly for the toy Minimus had taken from him earlier, and once found he popped it up his slick loose valve. In his bigger form, meant for keeping his lover from being crushed, the toy had felt smaller in comparison. It would do the job Megatron had meant it for though, he could feel the thing make contact with something that had seemed to move against the tip. He had hit Minimus' twitching pedes with the toy, giving the minibot a slight push further through his gestation seal.

Once Megatron had found his target, he fucked himself hard with the spike, aiming to keep pushing his conjunx deeper into his forge as he did so. Minimus' hips were just slipping past the tight opening, giving a delicious squeeze to his spike. He frotted into the port, pushing him deeper into the chamber faster. Just as Minimus overloaded, his hips had popped into the forge with the rest of his body, shooting transfluid directly into Megatron's gestation chamber. His legs followed him into the wet channel easily, allowing Minimus to finally curl up in his lover's forge.

Megatron laid in the afterglow of a frame racking overload with a large servo rested on the small bump of his abdomen where his conjunx was. The fake spike had slipped out of him the second Megatron let it go, being flushed out by the still coming gushes to transfluid. As he was still in the high of a good overload, he received a ping on his private comms.

:I do not know exactly what we have just done, but I would like to make this a frequent activity:

A very Minimus way to ask to indulge in a kink, it made Megatron smile. He sent a message back, more to check in than out of any urgency to let his mate go.

:Are you enjoying it in there?:

:In the way of my interface needs? Immensely. It's rather comfortable actually, to speak outside of arousal:

:Is that so?:

:Yes. It's very warm, and quiet too. If you've been trying to speak to me, then I am sorry I missed it. Everything is drowned out over the sounds of your internals, which-:

:Which?:

:Which is making my interface protocols want to reengage. My apologies:

:Do not apologize for my frame bringing you satisfaction, my dear. I'm glad to hear you get as much out of this as I do:

:If you would allow it, could I stay inside a while longer?:

:Of course minimus:

After sending his message, Megatron was struck with an idea.

Getting one of Minimus' tiny datapads in his valve was like putting the pen of his own datapad inside himself. It was small, so to say, and Megatron could insert it into his large frame easily. Using his fake spike, he pushed the datapad further into his valve then his digits could reach until the thing was knocking into the already worked opening of his forge. He knew his idea had gone as he meant it to when he received another message.

:I need a very good reason to not come out right now to punish you for putting sensitive files in your array:

:My forge is quiet and secluded, no one will be bothering you while you work and I can entertain myself plenty:

Megatron was already rubbing his anterior node at the thought of his little conjunx happy and safe inside his gestation chamber, all his and his alone. The comm back was essentially permission for Megatron to commit to his plans.

:Thank you Captain, I understand. I may need a while then to continue my reports.:

:Feel free to stay as long as you need:

Megatron lazily thrust the toy back up his valve as he messaged Minimus. He was free to frag himself stupid while his conjunx worked away. If Minimus was ever taking more breaks to overload into his partner's forge, than Megatron didn't have to know. Of course he did know though, and the idea alone had Megatron's valve squeezing the toy harder. -🌱

ARGH i just keep rereading this, it's so damn good... Megatron's big, stretchy womb is the perfect office for Minimus, so warm and quiet and the horniness keeps him alert. When it starts making him dizzy, he simply jerks off to take the edge off, and continues working...

hrghh what if he got Megatron pregnant like this... usually his transfluid doesn't reach that far up Megatron's valve and even they're getting up to the usual pussy vore shenanigans, he doesn't produce enough to really knock him up... but after hours and hours of cumming directly all over his forge, there's bound to be a spark...

#valveplug #pussy vore #texty #pregnancy mention #size kink #scheduled

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bluenightcomedies · 3 months ago

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(anyone can reblog, assume prev said that line to u)

#shitpost #poll #meme

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voraciousvore · 1 month ago

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Voretober Day 17: Rescue

Day 1 | Previous (16) | Next (18)

Content Warning: Unwilling soft safe vore, sexual themes, vomiting

Word Count: 3.8k

“Just stay quiet and let me do all the talking,” Leon advised.

Joey responded with a terse nod and fumbled with his tie. “Yes, of course.”

“And try not to fidget so much. Stop looking so nervous. You need to relax.”

Joey gulped. “Right.” He forced his hands rigidly to his sides and schooled his features into a neutral expression.

Leon looked him up and down with a skeptical gaze. He rubbed his chin and heaved a heavy sigh. “That’ll do, I suppose. Let’s go.” He opened the metal door in the side of the building behind him and began descending the narrow staircase. Joey glanced around at the dark, deserted streets, flanked by run-down industrial complexes, before following.

The cement stairs were cracked and worn, so Joey had to watch his feet as he lightly put his weight on each step. The overhead bulbs were stark white and flickered with a loud fluorescent hum at just the right frequency to give him a headache. He focused on the balding patch on the back of Leon’s head in front of him to quell his rising anxiety.

Leon reached the bottom of the stairs, where another metal door awaited him with a keycard reader. He swiped his card and gave Joey a stern look before twisting the knob. Joey dropped his hands down, realizing only just then that his fingers were fiddling with his tie of their own volition. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to get them out of the way.

The door opened like a portal to a different dimension, revealing a world in striking contrast to the bland, dingy stairwell. Joey blinked and adjusted his glasses as he was hit with a blur of bright colorful lights amid a sea of green felt. The bubbly jingles of slot machines, accompanied by the solid clinks of coins and chips, rang out amidst the lower drone of masculine voices. Joey wrinkled his nose at the strong odor of cigar smoke and alcohol that hung thick in the air like a haze.

Leon trotted in with confidence, and Joey matched his gait as he coolly slid alongside him. He furrowed his brow as he scanned the rows of slots and pachinko machines, searching with urgency.

“Slow down, Joey,” Leon muttered out the side of his mouth. “Take a deep breath.”

Joey inhaled through his nose in an attempt to remain calm, but only succeeded in choking on a toxic cloud of smoke. His palms were sweating in his pockets and his heart was racing like a ticking time bomb. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a perky waitress with big tits and a very short dress that hardly covered her panties addressed him.

“Would you like a drink?” she chirped with an excessively peppy affect. She balanced a tray full of glasses on one hand.

Joey opened his mouth to decline, but Leon interrupted. “Yes, martinis for both of us please.” Joey glanced at him questioningly as the waitress affirmed and scurried off.

“It would be strange for us not to drink here,” Leon explained. “Or refuse a smoke.” Joey nodded. “Besides, it’ll help you loosen up a bit.”

They kept moving. Joey restrained his powerful urge to march ahead with purpose, and allowed Leon to take him along a meandering path through the underground casino. As they strolled past the bar, the waitress returned with two drinks. Joey sipped his martini and absently stirred the toothpick with the olive, hoping for some liquid courage.

He couldn’t help but notice that the clientele were exclusively upper-class men, sharply dressed in expensive suits and groomed to an immaculate polish. Joey had originally believed his disguise would be sufficient, but now he felt shabby by comparison, with his messy hair and dorky glasses. His suit, rented from a pawn shop, was ill-fitted, slightly rumpled, and permeated with the scent of dust and mothballs. Even the hulking security guards lurking on the fringes were better-dressed by comparison. He ran a hand through his hair self-consciously in a futile attempt to smooth down the stray locks.

Leon guided him further inside the den of debauchery, to the roulette machines and the card tables. As Joey’s eagle eyes surveyed the tables, he stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Each table had a glass dome in the middle, like an enclosed bubble. The interior consisted of what could only be described as a stage, a raised platform with a metal floor. The performers on display were tiny human women less than the height of a single finger, scantily clad, twirling and gyrating in a titillating fashion on miniature stripper poles. Joey observed as a man sat down at one of the tables and pressed a button, causing all the women inside to flinch as if stung and begin to dance. He realized, with a twist in his gut, that the metal plates the girls were standing on delivered electric shocks.

He clenched his fists in anger and gritted his teeth. “Monsters,” he growled.

“Easy, Joey,” Leon warned. “Don’t lose it here.”

Joey huffed but didn’t answer. He struggled to maintain his composure, despite his blood boiling just beneath the surface. His eyes scoured each table frantically as his pulse pounded in his head. Leon frowned with concern but hid his expression behind his drink.

“Eren!” Joey cried, a bit too loudly. Leon paled as a few faces turned their way.

“Joey!” he hissed, clapping his hand on his shoulder to stop him from dashing forward. “You’re drawing attention to yourself!”

“She’s right there,” Joey choked, barely containing himself. At one of the poker tables, under the glass bubble, a diminutive woman with long raven hair was twisting around one of the poles. Her misery was plastered all over her face as a creepy older giant with gray hair leered down at her, his finger hovering over the button to shock her if she stopped. Joey felt like throwing up.

“I know, I know,” Leon said. “But making a scene is not going to accomplish anything. We need to be smart about this.”

“But what can we do?” Joey lamented. “I can’t just leave her there! I need to save her!”

Leon abruptly stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath. Joey felt the fine hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end. He turned around to behold a balding, bearded giant lumbering towards him. He was huge and imposing, both tall in height and broad in girth, and dressed in a black suit of the finest material. He regarded Joey with hard metallic irises that pierced through him like twin blades.

“Who’s this?” he boomed in a rich stentorian voice.

“Mr. Wolfe, I’d like you to meet my nephew,” Leon lied, placing a hand on Joey’s shoulder. “Joey, this is Mr. Wolfe, the owner of this casino.” He addressed his boss again. “I believe young Joey here has… potential.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Wolfe studied Joey intently, from his scuffed shoes to his ragged hair, as if examining a scrawny bug under a magnifying glass. What he saw didn’t seem to impress him much. “Hmph,” he scoffed.

“Why don’t we sit down to a game of poker?” Leon suggested, spotting an opportunity—a risky one, perhaps, but one that afforded them a chance to rescue Eren. “We can join Mr. Hardon and Mr. Greenwood over there, if they’ll have us.”

The big man scratched his beard as he continued to stare at Joey in a way that made the younger man want to shrivel up like a raisin. Mr. Wolfe’s metal eyes glinted and he peeled his rubbery lips back into a wolfish grin, like he was fantasizing about eating Joey alive and not just beating him at cards. “You’ve piqued my interest. Let’s test this fresh meat.”

Mr. Wolfe turned away toward the table, and Joey nearly collapsed after bearing the weight of his gaze for so long. Leon and Joey followed him to the poker table, where two other men were already seated. The gray-haired pervert who had been thirsting over the small women trapped in the dome was introduced to Joey as Mr. Hardon. The other man, Mr. Greenwood, resembled an old-fashioned mob boss, complete with a dark pinstripe suit and a cigar tucked in the corner of his mouth. They both regarded Joey with condescension as he shuffled into his chair. He was thankful to sit down before his quaking legs gave out beneath him.

“You gents can play without me,” Mr. Hardon announced. “I’m getting bored. I’ll just watch instead.” His pale eyes drifted down to the women in the dome, who were observing the new arrivals warily. With a grin that turned Joey’s stomach, he pressed the shock button and they all jumped in unison.

For a split second, a murderous expression flashed across Joey’s face and he leaned forward as if about to lunge. Leon swiftly kicked him under the cover of the table to bring him back to his senses. He reigned himself back with a pinched frown. Fortunately, the others were distracted by the tiny women dancing and didn’t notice his aggression. An idea sparked in Leon’s brain.

“Why don’t we make the game more interesting then?” he suggested. “We could play for a prize. Whoever wins all the chips gets to choose one of the women for himself.” He plunked his finger on the glass for emphasis. His heart broke as the humans inside trembled, but he didn’t allow any sympathy to break through his stony façade.

“I’m in!” Mr. Hardon proclaimed, slavering like a mad dog. “Now THAT would be fun!” He looked eagerly over at Mr. Wolfe.

“I agree, but only under the condition that we at least get to watch the victor eat their prey,” Mr. Greenwood said with a wicked smirk, chewing on the end of his cigar.

Mr. Wolfe smiled coldly. “Very well.” He gestured to one of the dealers with a flick of his wrist. The dealer divided up the chips, shuffled the cards, and gave each man their hands. Mr. Hardon’s eyes and rows of teeth gleamed as he drooled over the little women, his cards cupped close to his grinning face. Mr. Wolfe was deadpan, completely unreadable. Mr. Greenwood puffed on his cigar impassively. Leon scrutinized each man closely.

Joey was an honest, earnest young man with many admirable traits, but hiding his emotions was not one of them. He frowned as he peeked at his cards before he caught himself, but the damage was done. He had a terrible poker face and couldn’t manage to pull off a successful bluff. He tentatively placed a bet, only to lose his chips as the more hardened and experienced men saw through him as easily as if he were made of crystal.

He lost the next hand as well. And the following. The other men were ready to tear him apart like sharks drawn to blood. He began to sweat and fidget under the pressure, polishing his glasses and smoothing the folds in his suit. His tie felt like a boa constrictor around his neck, twisting tighter and tighter. He finally managed to get a decent hand, but his reaction was so blatant that nobody was foolish enough to bet against him. He was losing badly.

“Cigar?” Mr. Greenwood offered, holding out a box in his palm. Leon, Hardon, and Wolfe all accepted. Joey, recalling Leon’s advice that refusing to smoke would be suspicious, took one as well, oblivious to the fact that he was holding a luxury worth more than he’d ever be able to afford in his life. He bit his lip nervously as he lit the tip. He’d never smoked before.

Ignorant of the proper way to smoke a cigar, Joey took a drag like he’d seen people do with cigarettes and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Mr. Greenwood chuckled, as did Mr. Hardon, but Mr. Wolfe was not amused. He regarded Joey with disappointed disgust before shooting a scathing glare at Leon, who hid behind his cards and slumped down in his chair like a beat dog.

As the game wore on, Mr. Wolfe focused on Joey and waxed with increasing wrath and dissatisfaction over the pathetic specimen before him. Joey’s chips were dwindling and he was clearly losing his composure under the pressure, his eyes darting from his cards to his chips to the women in the glass bubble. Eren gazed up at her giant boyfriend with despair as she saw her only way out shrinking with the diminishing pile of chips.

Joey was almost out of the game by this point. He didn’t have a great hand, but he had no choice but to go all in lest he lose his only chance to retrieve his girl. In an excessive and unnecessary show of force, to really crush the man beneath his heel and demonstrate his supremacy, Mr. Wolfe pushed all his chips forward. “All in.” Joey blanched.

“Ah, screw it. All in,” Mr. Greenwood grunted, presenting his own pile of chips. Mr. Hardon did the same, grinning with a savage edge.

“All in,” Leon muttered without confidence, his face puckered.

“Perfect. Let’s see it, then, Joey,” Mr. Wolfe growled with a grotesque sneer. Joey winced as he flipped his cards to reveal… nothing. His hand was garbage and he knew it. His lips quivered and his eyes moistened.

Mr. Wolfe let out a slow, sadistic, soft laugh. He was thoroughly enjoying Joey’s pain. He turned over his cards in a dramatic flourish to show off an impressive hand: a pair of aces. Mr. Greenwood and Mr. Hardon frowned as they exposed strong, but inferior, hands.

Joey began to tremble all over as his mask crumbled. He had lost. He couldn’t save Eren. He considered, briefly, smashing the glass, grabbing her, and bolting, but he knew he wouldn’t make it to the door before security slammed him down. He didn’t even look at Leon’s cards as he put them face-up. The situation was hopeless.

“Leon, you sly fox,” Mr. Greenwood uttered. “I should’ve known.” Joey snapped out of his spiral to glance over, and was shocked to see Leon also had a pair of cards—tens, not aces, but combined he managed to score three of a kind. Joey blinked away the excess water in his eyes with shock.

“I win,” Leon proclaimed, a smile stretching out his face. “Allow me to claim my prize, please.” Mr. Wolfe glowered but pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a panel in the table. He pressed a button and the dome split open and retracted with a smooth whoosh. The humans recoiled with fear, huddling against each other in the middle of the table. They had nowhere to run, since they were surrounded on all sides by giant men.

Leon hastened to grab up Eren and pull her to safety. He tried his best to be gentle and not squeeze her small frame in his enormous hands, but her terrified squirming made it difficult to maintain a mild grip. She looked over frantically at Joey and opened her mouth to scream his name. Leon swiftly clamped his thumb over her face to muffle her exclamation; he couldn’t have her reveal their connection and unwittingly sabotage their plan. She bit his thumb in response, but her teeth were too small to break the skin or cause any real damage.

Leon tucked her into his pants pocket, holding his hand over her so she couldn’t escape. His chest tightened as he felt her thrashing through the fabric against his thigh. She didn’t know him; she had no clue he was allied with her boyfriend and was trying to help her.

“Well, I’ll be off now,” he remarked casually, standing up out of his chair.

Mr. Wolfe knew he’d been outsmarted, and he was seething. “Hold on, Leon,” he snarled. “We’re not finished here.”

“Oh, I’m good,” Leon replied.

“SIT. DOWN.”

A hush dampened the voices in the room as nearby patrons of the casino were disrupted by his bellowing bass tone. Leon stiffened, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “Very well, sir,” he answered faintly, lowering himself back into his seat.

“You’re going to finish what we started here,” Mr. Wolfe demanded.

“I’d rather save her for later, if that’s okay…” Leon said feebly. His remaining courage had vaporized in an instant as he understood he was at the mercy of his boss.

“No.” The authoritarian word, as solid as a wall of iron, left no room for negotiation. The big, brutish giant leaned forward in his chair, which squeaked under his prodigious weight, and clasped his hands firmly on the table. “Now. You’re not getting out of this.” Leon’s reluctance to consume humans was known to him, and he wasn’t going to let him slink out unpunished.

Greenwood and Hardon stared at Leon with ravenous anticipation. Joey looked as if he’d dissipate into smoke. Leon swallowed his misgivings and fished Eren, kicking and screaming, out of his pocket. With a stealthy motion under the table, he shoved a human anti-digestion pill from his other pocket into her hands before squeezing her tightly between his fingers so she had no room to flail her limbs. She fumbled the object with confusion before going very quiet as she registered what she was holding. She began to tremble as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Leon wanted to apologize, to console her, to tell her she was safe and everything would be okay, to let her know she’d soon be reunited with Joey. But he couldn’t. Not a word. He’d jeopardize everything. So, knowing he had no other choice, he opened his mouth and stuffed her in.

She tasted meaty and tender, like steak. A flood of drool filled his mouth; he gulped it down so she wouldn’t be swimming in his juices. Eren struggled with terror on his tongue and tapped against his teeth, punching them uselessly with miniscule fists. He tried to maneuver her into a more comfortable position for swallowing, so she would go down smoother, but she refused to cooperate.

He felt terrible as he tried not to imagine what the experience must be like for her. As gently as he could manage, he tilted his tongue up so she would slide into his gullet. He wanted to guide her down his throat slowly, but a kick to his uvula made him choke instead. He sucked her down in a harsh swallow, gripping his neck with pain as she slid through it, crunched up at an awkward angle. His Adam’s apple rippled against his palm and he nearly vomited with revulsion.

She continued to resist the constricting tunnel around her as she passed through his chest into his stomach. He felt her pushing and clawing, along with her frightened little heart pounding in a panicked cadence that matched his own. She dropped into the void of his gut and he gasped as he realized he could even perceive her tiny feet sinking into his stomach lining and wading through the gastric soup within. He covered his mouth in a dry heave, but fortunately kept down his stomach contents, Eren included. His face turned green with nausea.

Joey, too, appeared close to vomiting. Mr. Wolfe smirked cruelly at the display, since he knew Leon was not a fan of ingesting humans. Mr. Greenwood rolled his cigar in his hand with satisfaction, and Mr. Hardon seemed close to bursting.

“Mr. Wolfe? Can I have one too? Pleeeeease?” Hardon begged. “I promise I’ll keep her alive; I don’t even need to eat her! I’ll settle for a lap dance.”

Mr. Wolfe huffed. “Fine. Whatever.” The lecherous old man snatched up a busty blonde and dragged her under the table to his lap. Leon couldn’t take any more. He heaved himself to his feet and stumbled out, with Joey right behind him. Mr. Wolfe allowed him to leave, following his trail with a frosty squint.

Leon made it to the staircase and rushed ahead in a tizzy. Eren bounced in his belly with every step. He threw open the metal door to the outside world and slurped the cool, smoke-free night air greedily into his lungs. He ran around to the opposite side of the building, bent over on his knees, and promptly barfed into the alleyway.

He gasped for breath, holding his stomach with agony as strings of bile trailed from his lips. He spied Eren floundering in the rancid muck like a worm and nearly retched again. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m so, so sorry…”

“EREN!” Joey exclaimed. Without any regard for how dirty she was, he scooped her up out of the puddle and clasped her to his chest. “Are you okay?”

“I’m…” She started to cry, snuggling desperately into the folds of his suit. “Joey, I was so scared!”

“Shhhh, shhhh… you’re safe now, Eren. I’m here,” Joey murmured, petting her wet hair. He teared up as well. “I’m so sorry this happened… and if not for Leon…” His breath hitched in his throat.

Leon wiped off his mouth and dusted off his knees as he stood up. “You were essential too, Joey. Mr. Wolfe was so fixated on you, he didn’t catch my bluff. Usually he’s more perceptive.” He surveyed the alleyway. “We need to get moving, before someone spots us here.”

Joey nodded with determination and began to walk briskly, clutching Eren protectively. She looked up at him, along the curve of his chin above her. “What about the other humans? They’re still in danger!”

“Don’t fret, Eren. I’m wearing a wire and a small camera. I have evidence against them,” Joey assured her. “And Leon has been gathering evidence too, with his involvement in the organization. He’ll provide testimony.”

“I should’ve done this a long time ago,” Leon muttered in a sorrowful tone, laced with regret. “But once they started snatching up humans, I knew I couldn’t stand by any longer…”

“I’m glad you were there to aid us,” Joey remarked. “You’re doing the right thing.” As he spoke, he cleaned off Eren with his shirt.

“Yes,” Leon agreed. He sighed and looked up at the few stars he could see through the light pollution. At least there was something.

“I love you, Joey,” Eren whimpered, kissing his thumb. Leon felt warmth in his heart at the display. The small things mattered, after all—small and precious, like Eren.

Joey raised her up to his lips and kissed her back. “I love you too.”

#voretober #voretober2024 #vore writing #g/t vore #gt vore #unwilling vore #unwilling pred #unwilling prey #vore story #g/t vore writing

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11queensupreme11 · 4 months ago

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Wait, wait hold on, since Percy’s claws and fangs can draw Poseidon’s blood, do they count as divine weapons or are they just like, halfway like that the way riptide is? Or has it just been too long since I’ve watched ror and the gods can hurt each other without weapons but mortals can’t? Also imagine being one of Poseidons servants and having to clean/replace percy’s sheets

so in canon, i think it's just divine weapons that can hurt/kill gods, but in my book, gods in general can kill other gods

in the previous chapter, beelzebub killed mimir by EATING him, and he didn't need a weapon to do it. he just.... vored the guy lol

so yeah, gods can kill other gods with their bare hands, their powers, or through their divine weapon. PERCY can do it because she is HALF god so she could totally kill other gods with her bare hands or by drowning them etc., whereas riptide can only temporarily damage them because it's not a divine weapon, but made of enchanted metal (celestial bronze)

let's say a human was granted a mer form and has claws and fangs and tried to attack a god with them. for them, it's not gonna work at all cuz they're a human unlike percy who's 50% god

and omg i bet you those servants are just WAITING for them to fuck already ashdfbsahfv they're so amazed by their lord's self-restrain but holy shit get it ON already 😭😭😭😭

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAMBLE ON ABOUT JADE AND HIS MONSTROUS LOVE 🥺🥺🥺 ABOUT HIM EATING YOU WHOLE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

No part of you will go to waste, he'll cook you thoroughly and cherish every single bite. After all, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and you're certainly going that way. Then once you're fully digested, you'll become parts of his flesh, the blood that runs through his veins. The both of you will never be apart again <333

(I was also thinking of another route where he'll just shrink you down, chewing and poking at you playfully with his tongue, before swallowing you whole, keeping you safe in his tummy forever. I don't know what's the line that separates cannibalism and vore, aren't they sort of the same?)

Anyway, Yandere Jade who thinks with his stomach expresses his love thru cannibalism(❁´◡`❁)

HE IS SO.......... WWAAAAAAAA OTL my favorite murder eel who can shock my heart anytime he wants. I want to write a lot about the concept of monstrous love and the different types of hunger and how they apply to Jade with his big appetite (for both food and perhaps even love). There's a lot to explore!!!! He's such an enigma!!! I wonder if he's ever considered doing mukbang.... OMG,,,,,, mukbang on the dark web, but it's just Jade eating a spread of various human parts he's prepared. Scary... ;;;;; or maybe you're right there with him and he's making you join him even though you don't want to. :( terrible eel!!!!

While I don't write for vore and so this may be incorrect, my understanding is that cannibalism and vore are both different in their own respects. The similarity is that there's a focus on consumption, but the difference is that there's more brutality in cannibalism, as well as a focus on the build-up to inevitable feasting. Likely torture aspects, how the person is killed and later prepared, and so on. More gore and perhaps even violence; it's messy. The end result, in most cases, is death if [insert character here] has killed you and is cooking and eating you in parts. With vore, I think there's more emphasis on the relationship or dynamic between predator and prey and how there's not usually gore involved (although I'm sure there could be), merely just the act of being swallowed alive and whole and then being kept in the predator's stomach, whether to be digested or not.

HOWEVER!!!!! The idea of being shrunken down to a small size...... macro/micro with Jade........ being a smol fairy who the twins capture and put in a jar and......... :) Jade holding you up by your wings, pinching them in two fingers, and dangling you over a bubbling cauldron or the batter for a cake he's baking and acting as if he might drop you in............. he's the worst. >:( but Floyd with a little fairy darling is cute because I think he'd put you in a dollhouse and watch you sleep because you're so cute and he has to restrain himself from just,,,, crushing you in his fist because the cuteness aggression has him in a chokehold. >_<

Aaaaaa I love the idea of yan!Jade always thinking with his stomach even when it comes to love. He's hungry for your heart in more ways than one. To use my blog's catchphrase, he's after your heart. <3 hehehe!!!

But on the subject of cannibalism, there's a Vocaloid song called The Last Supper in which Len is sick with a seemingly incurable disease and no food can seem to sate him; so Kaito and Gakupo feed him all kinds of foods in hopes of finding one that pleases his bottomless appetite, but eventually they run out of ingredients and so they offer themselves to Len. This concept but with a royal!darling and butler!tweels........... but then maybe they just feed you Azul instead. T_T he has eight tentacles; maybe he can spare one to help you overcome your insatiable hunger, but then maybe that ends with you getting attached to the taste of Zuzu. Maybe he was a prisoner in the palace dungeons......... hmhmhmmmm many thoughts. >:D

orz aaaaaaa forgive me for rambling about lots of things at once!!!!!!

#twisted chit chat #heyyy11 #tw: cannibalism #tw: vore #<- tagging just in case :D

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emrynbird · 3 months ago

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IN THE JAWS OF AN OAK is OUT!!!

One part Regency fairytale, one part "Bloodborne-esque" horror, this novella follows a marriage of convenience between a survivor of abuse and a cursed beast 🐺🫀🌿

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Full summary and content warnings below....

She yearned for freedom and solace from her familial home. He wished for companionship after a life of isolation. After a chance encounter at a masquerade ball, a deal is struck between the two to provide what the other desires. But as the horror behind unspoken truths becomes known, this marriage of convenience takes a dark and emotional turn that thrills her...and frightens him...

In the Jaws of an Oak is an illustrated erotic monster romance for fans of Beauty and the Beast retellings where the beast only becomes more monstrous instead of turning human. This novella is 34k words with 18 illustrations, includes aromantic, pan, and sapphic representation.

The story explores themes of abuse and grief through the framing of the FMC’s newly found kinks surrounding fear and the MMC testing the limits of his most monstrous qualities. While not seen on page, it is heavily implied the FMC is a survivor of sexual violence and incest. Birth control via herbal remedies is taken on page and there is a brief mention of pregnancy and childbirth. While a majority of this work is queernormative, there is a brief instance of homophobia (past).

There is one violent death that is described on page that involves dismemberment and being eaten, while all others are briefly mentioned along with attempted filicide.

The FMC and MMC have a significant size difference—that is made even greater via the MMC transforming—and engage in sexual acts akin to BDSM, which include: teeth play, biting, pinning/restraining, knotting, anal, fellatio, cunnilingus, deep penetration (oral, vaginal), choking, and vore-adjacent death ideation.

#in the jaws of an oak #my art #monster romance #teratophillia #monster x human #self publishing #novella

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whoishotteranimepolls · 3 months ago

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hello sukuna anon this is the toji anon and if you thought i was down bad for toji then huh. good news i want sukuna even more

"why," you ask.

well see, first of all, he has double everything - two faces, four arms - so who's to say he doesn't have two dicks? double penetration with one (1) guy/curse/whatever. hot damn.

he's pretty big. not one piece huge but still at least over 2 meters, which is taller than most people (and i am smaller than most people so yeah He Big to me). yum.

HE HAS A MOUTH ON HIS ABDOMEN ever dreamed of kissing your lover but they're too busy going down on you? well sukuna can do it. also his abdomen mouth his gigantic, totally can play on the vore scene if that's your thing

anon.... anon the marks on his body...do you know how many people have a tattoo kink?

and what really does it for me apart from all the above + pierced ears + older than i can conceive + the absolutely absurd amount of BDE + the sheer cruelty + the cute hair 😊 + junichi suwabe's voice...... HIS ARMS

sukuna has four arms. four very muscular arms. four big very muscular arms. so. imagine me, arms fetishist, very into hunks (you might have noticed considering my toji defense), seeing this absolute stallion. the guy can restrain each of your limbs. the guy can touch you everywhere at once, with both his mouths and hands, this is heaven okay i need me a man like that

and huh yeah i don't mind the gore kind of eating me once he's done fucking me to death but also consider he hasn't killed uraume so maybe he'll find me useful for something lol he likes eating i can do something with that

so yeah! in this house we fuck both physical and metaphorical monsters and sukuna is both 🥰

For context they are responding to this post about Sukuna

Totally having to reevaluate where JJK falls on the horny scale after this dyb

#defend your blurbo response #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #not a poll #spicy #nsft

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mychlapci · 6 months ago

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Yk fine ill join in on the prowl madness. He should get vored into tarantulas’s spider pussy

oh lord... YES. Tarantulas restraining Prowl, keeping him tightly wound in spider webs, and frantically shoving him into his wet, stretched valve. Prowl can’t struggle, can barely speak as he’s swallowed up by Tarantulas’ straining valve... He gets little satisfaction knowing his chevron is tearing up the mesh, not when he knows Tarantulas is probably enjoying it.

It’s so tight and warm and dark in there, Prowl can barely vent, and what’s worse is that Prowl’s panels are warming up as well... Each time the calipers clench around him, plating creaking, Prowl’s array gets wetter.

#valveplug #pussy vore #dubcon

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whollydevoured · 5 months ago

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Writing prompt: A gang waits to ambush some guy in his own home. However, they didn't realize their prey was a monster. There's a bit of a fight, but it is brutally one-sided. Some are eaten, some are chained up for later as their 'prey' continues to go about his existence after the bloody meal. (Doesn't have to be this specific. Do with the Vibes (tm) what you will! Fun is the most important. o/ -Cravyn)

Ohhhhh, I love a good plot twist. We are gonna name our prey guy Tom for the sake of making writing easier. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS ------------------------------------------ Arriving home from a long day of work, Tom would notice that the door to his apartment was cracked open; That's odd... He could have sworn that he closed and locked the door as he left that day. Maybe the maintenance team finally came to fix his sink? Quite rude of them to leave the door open though. But oh well. Entering his apartment, he would notice all of the lights were out, the dim evening glow through his windows just bright enough to show that the place was in a state of near disaster; His chair and tables knocked over and paperwork scattered everywhere. Had he been robbed? No... His valuables were still there. Was there still someone in his house? Just as Tom was reaching for the lights, a pair of hands grasped him from behind, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other clasped over his mouth. "We've been waiting for you." A tall, broad figure enters the room to lean down, crowding into the supposed prey's personal space, hot breath ghosting over his face. --More Below Cut-- ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️CWs: HARD VORE, Violence, blood, dismemberment, extreme cruelty, similar size/slight size difference vore, m/m, digestion, entrapment.

Tom tries to struggle against the hands restraining him, but fails as their grip tightens with each of his movements, like a snake trying to suffocate it's meal. "Trying to escape again? That's rude. After the mess you left for us the other night, we couldn't just let you go, you know that." The man holding him stated, his tone obviously embarrassed. After that remark, Tom would realize who these people were. They had attempted to mug him a few nights ago, but there were five of them when that happened. Now there were only two of them here for him now. Had he really messed the other three up that badly? Regardless of that, it was quite ballsy of the remaining two to stalk him and wait for him in his own home. "Let's get on with it so we can get out of here, I'm starving." The man standing in front of him addressed the one holding him The hand clasped over Tom's mouth released him, and he could feel the man holding him digging around in his pockets. He watched his wallet, keys, and phone fall to the floor. Were they really robbing him in his own home? These weren't the smartest thieves he'd ever met. But at least he was going to get a good meal out of this. Tom took the opportunity of momentary release to shove the man holding him away, and then run to his front door to slam it shut before the thieves could escape. Before the two intruders were able to react, they watched in silent horror as Tom grew from his usual slim, five foot stature to somewhere over eight feet tall. His fingers had turned into long, sharp talons, and he had grown two more sets of razor sharp teeth in his mouth, similar to that of a shark. One of his taloned hands reached out to grasp the man closest to him firmly around the neck, tips digging into his soft flesh to cause thin rivulets of blood to trickle down his shoulders. His other hand grasped at one of the mans arms, lifting him into the air while guiding the limb closer and closer to Tom's waiting maw. A long, monstrous tongue protruded from his mouth to taste at, and wrap around the intruders hand, slowly guiding it into his mouth while he writhed and struggled against Tom. "No! No- Wait! Please! We're sorry! We will leave you alone! You'll never see us again!" The man shouted while he tried to kick and wriggle his way out of the monsters grasp. Tom paused momentarily to respond to the man's pleas, keeping a careful eye on the other man who was still frozen in shock and fear. "Oh, I know I'll never see you again. You don't have to worry about that." At that, three rows of razor sharp teeth dug their way into the supple flesh of the mans forearm. Sounds of agonized screams and wails filled the room, along with tearing flesh and crunching bone and cartilage. Blood coated Toms tongue and streamed down his chin to cover his chest in a deep, glistening red film. A loud gulp followed the wet sounds of Tom rolling the appendage over in his mouth, tasting and feeling with his tongue as he covered it in a thick layer of saliva. The two intruders watched the bulge of one of their forearms and hand travel down the monsters throat, and then disappear momentarily behind Tom's sternum to fill his stomach. "I was going to devour you bit by bit... But you're far too delicious for me to hold back on. And it will be much more fun to feel you squirm and writhe within me while I digest you." The man in Tom's grasp squirmed and writhed in fear and horror as he was lifted up to his maw head first, and then slowly pushed inside. He felt the massive, warm, wet tongue replace Tom's hand around his neck, and lave over his face as it assisted in carefully pulling him past the three rows of sharp teeth and into the dark abyss of Tom's throat.

Luckily, the man was small enough in comparison to Tom's eight foot stature to go down without too much of a struggle. Wet sounds of licking and gulping filled the dark room as the man struggled in Tom's gullet. As the man was finally pushed in past his waist, his squirming form now filling the entirety of Tom's throat, he elicited a satisfied groan as most of the struggling and fighting was now prevented by the tight squeeze of his esophagus around the mans body. Following a few more loud gulps, and a moment to catch his breath, Tom's gaze fell to his stomach, which was now nicely rounded out with the struggling form of one of the intruders. "I wonder how long you'll take to digest..." One of his taloned hands lifted to press into his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from the man inside as digestive juices pressed into his skin. "What shall I do with you? I can't just let you go after that... And I'm much too full to eat anyone else at the moment... I suppose I'll have to save you for later... Yes?" Tom spoke as he patted his writhing gut, addressing the man who would likely be dinner tomorrow night.

Despite the fullness of his stomach, the monster was still able to get a good grasp on the second man. "I know what I'll do... Since I don't have anywhere to put you, I'll just make sure you can't leave..." "No! NO! You can't do this to me! If you let me go I promise to not tell anyone!! You'll never see or hear of me again! I swear!" His maw unhinged, teeth still specked with flesh and blood from the first man's arm. A few short seconds later, the room once again filled with the sounds of pained screams, tearing of flesh, and crunching of bones. The man stared in shock and horror as he was now left with one leg, rendering him unable to escape his fate as tomorrow nights dinner.

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Giganterra (Chapter 18)

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------ Chapter 18: The Glutton ------

Chester couldn’t get Jackie out of his head. She was the best human he’d ever tasted, and he was obsessed with her. He fantasized incessantly about savoring her in his mouth, swallowing her down, and feeling her move around inside his belly. He wouldn’t be able to rest otherwise: He’d stayed up all last night thinking about her, rotating her around in his brain like he was roasting her on a rotisserie. She had such a unique, unidentifiable flavor that tantalized his taste buds as he remembered her sublime taste on his tongue. Any meals he ate paled in comparison, seemed bland and tasteless, when she hovered in his every waking thought as well as his dreams.

His mouth watered as he wandered over to the royal kitchen. The chefs were all focused on food prep, chopping and yelling and banging pots and pans around as they worked tirelessly to feed the royal family and their army of servants. Chester sidled along the wall, hoping he could escape notice. He padded over to the human tanks, wiping his salivating maw on his sleeve and finding it harder and harder to restrain himself. He loomed over the enclosures, searching for his prey.

Jackie’s breath hitched in her throat as the specter of her worst nightmares overshadowed her. She knew the giant desired her, was seeking her out to eat her, and she was deathly afraid. With nowhere to hide, on display in the transparent case, she remained perfectly still, hoping by some miracle to evade his sight. Her blood froze in her veins when his predatory gaze landed on her, and his mouthful of slick teeth displayed across his face in a ravenous grin. She let out a high-pitched shriek and cringed away as his enormous hand blocked out the light above.

“Chester!” Bucky snapped, whacking his knuckles hard with a wooden ladle. “Get away from there!”

“Ouch!” Chester cried, retracting his hand. “Aw, c’mon, I was just looking…”

“Bullshit! I know you too well, you drooling glutton. There’s no way I’d let you prowl around unsupervised in MY kitchen.” He planted his hands on his mile-wide hips with a shake of his head.

Chester turned up the corner of his mouth in a smirk. “Alright, fine. You caught me.” He kneaded his hand, which was turning red and beginning to bruise from being struck. “Can I just-”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I just want to borrow one for a few hours. Is that too much to ask? Nobody will even notice she’s missing. If the king requests her, you can just claim she’s sick or something.”

Bucky squinted his eyes in thought, stroking his triple chins. He grinned mischievously. “What will you give me in return? Will you let me piss in Ronny’s food?”

Chester retched. “You know whatever you put in his food, I have to eat too. Hard pass.”

“What about spit?”

“Ugh, gross. No! You’ll get me in trouble if I sanction something like that.” Chester brushed his fingers against his neck. “That’s not worth losing my head over.”

“Either way, the spoiled brat deserves it,” Bucky grumbled. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “No deal then.”

Chester frowned and dug his hand in his pocket. “What about this?” He revealed a handful of fine jewelry, glittering with gold and precious gems.

Bucky’s eyes gleamed. “Where did you get those?”

Chester glanced around conspiratorially before leaning forward and lowering his voice. “Princess Bianca’s jewelry box. She’s got so many trinkets, she’ll never notice a few missing. I snagged them recently when I was in her private quarters to check her breakfast. She doesn’t pay attention to the servants whom she considers beneath her.”

Bucky sniggered. “Nice.” He gestured with his thick fingers greedily. “Alright. You win. Pick one, and she’s yours for a few hours.” Chester slapped an ornate garnet ring in the head chef’s pudgy palm and returned the rest to his pocket. Bucky frowned.

“That’s worth a fortune all in itself,” Chester clarified, noting his dissatisfaction. “That’s more than enough for the privilege.”

Bucky grunted, but he knew Chester was right. Besides, he was only loaning her out for a few hours: He wasn’t actually sacrificing anything himself. As far as he was concerned, it was free cash. “Fine. Just hang out in the food storage closet over there. If the king requests her for a snack, I expect you to spit her up. And clean her off when you’re done, for God’s sake.”

“Fair enough,” Chester agreed. He didn’t care—whatever he had to say to get that tasty woman in his belly. His stomach rumbled, clamoring for fresh living meat. Jackie’s heart stopped with horror as she watched him remove the lid from her tank and reach his enormous hand inside. She had no defense, nowhere to run as his open hand approached, fingers far taller and thicker than her entire body curving around her. She screamed, but her exclamation was muffled as she was fully engulfed in the giant’s gargantuan fist.

He raised her out triumphantly and rushed over to the food closet, shutting the door behind him for privacy. The closet was dark, cramped, and musty, with nowhere to rest his hindquarters comfortably, but Chester didn’t care. He sat down on the dusty floor, against a shelf loaded with onions, potatoes, carrots, and turnips, heedless of the inevitable accumulation of dirt on his clothes. The pungent odor of root vegetables and dust motes made him sneeze as he disrupted the layers of sediment.

He peeked into his hand to see Jackie cowering down in the hollow of his fist, shivering uncontrollably. She wasn’t fighting him too much, since she comprehended how weak and powerless she was compared to a giant, so he opened his fingers like the blossoming of a flower to reveal the tasty nude maiden in all her glory. He drank in her intoxicating scent, ignoring the other smells pervading the air. He quivered with delight and anticipation, sighing with how overcome he was to finally get the chance to fully indulge himself.

Jackie wanted to bolt so badly, but she feared a fall from this height would severely injure her, if not kill her. Plus, she doubted she could get away without the brute catching her, even if she scurried down his arm and tumbled into his soft lap to break her fall. “P-p-please... don’t hurt me...” she whimpered.

“Shhhh, no, no, it’s okay,” Chester assured her. “I’m not going to harm you. I’m just going to swallow you whole. You’ll be tucked away, all nice and safe in my belly.” A flood of spit dribbled down his chin with anticipation. As he spoke, he admired her naked form. She would taste even better without any clothes to impede access to her skin.

As his bright emerald eyes dined on her flesh, he was suddenly struck with an unexpected bout of shyness. She had a full figure, identical to a giantess but on a much smaller scale. Her voluptuous thighs and breasts looked delicious in more ways than one. Her form was very aesthetically pleasing, perhaps even... titillating? A blush crept over his cheeks. He’d seen plenty of human women naked before, but he didn’t normally see them through a sexual lens. None had ever captured his interest like she did. He was mortified to find blood flowing to his groin, awakening his member.

He was lightheaded, and his heart was pounding almost as hard as Jackie’s, albeit for a very different reason. What was wrong with him? No human should make him feel this way. They were supposed to be food, not romantic interests. Yet, he’d known from the very beginning that she was special. He’d presumed it was because of her exquisite aroma and taste, but as he gazed upon her a different sentiment, one very powerful and overwhelming, invaded his heart. He felt an urge to hold her against him—or inside him—to protect her and keep her safe. Her face, which initially appeared plain to him when he was judging her by the king’s standards, now drew him in like a magical enchantment.

Chester blinked, trying to snap out of his trance. For some reason, all at once, the whole situation felt very wrong—not just his inappropriate emotions, but his obsessive desire to consume her at any cost. He had single-mindedly pursued his goal to eat her, but now that he was here, he wanted more from her than merely satiation of his physical appetites. He didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t in the habit of treating humans like people, so he sat there stupefied like an idiot. Jackie was crumbling under the strain as she waited for him to mercilessly devour her. After her dreadful encounter with King Richard, she knew what to expect: She knew struggling would be futile.

“Um... so... what’s your name?” the hungry giant asked stupidly, not sure what else to say or do. He was stalling. He’d gotten this far, only to be paralyzed with indecision. He wanted to eat her so badly, yet the more benevolent yearning in his heart clashed with his ravenous stomach.

Jackie’s face contorted with bafflement on top of her fright. “Huh?”

“Your name,” Chester repeated, swallowing and licking the excess moisture off his lips. The subtle movements of his gigantic tongue and throat caused Jackie to recoil. She couldn’t help but imagine, with the graphic clarity of prior experience, the horror of being forced over the threshold of the teeth into the slavering maw, to be swallowed and squeezed into the churning, boiling organ deep inside. She was too afraid to answer him, too focused on her impending torture.

Chester lowered his hand away from his mouth, resting it in his lap with a soft exhale. Jackie squeaked with surprise, reflexively clinging to one of his fingers for support. She shook in his palm, unsure what was happening. Yet again, with her new position closer to the ground, she weighed the option of sprinting for her life. She glanced up at the giant towering above her, his face scrunched with a complicated expression she was unable to distinguish. He was just so incomprehensively massive. His arm far exceeded the length she’d be able to run before he reacted. He’d effortlessly catch her, and the last thing she wanted to do was anger the giant man.

“W-what difference does it make?” Jackie stammered, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. “If you’re just going to treat me like food anyway?”

Chester hesitated. “I don’t know.” He curled his huge fingers gently around Jackie, making her cringe. She didn’t know why he was asking her personal questions, but she figured it might be better to keep him talking, to delay and perhaps shorten her tour through his digestive tract.

“M-my name’s Jaclyn,” she answered timidly. “Although everyone calls me Jackie.”

“That’s a nice name,” Chester replied. He didn’t know what else to say, so he lapsed into a tense silence. His new desire, a strangely tender sentiment, battled his primal predatory urges. His cravings to ingest her were killing him, waxing stronger than ever. He wanted to lick her, to envelop her in his jaws, to roll her around in his cheeks like a jawbreaker, to feel her small body sliding down his throat. His stomach rumbled like an earthquake, and Jackie whimpered with raw terror. She didn’t want to be inside his body, not at all.

He struggled to hold himself back, but he feared his stomach would take over if he deprived himself any longer. “Can I eat you?” he blurted out loudly. A drop of spittle dripped off his lip and splashed on his palm next to Jackie.

“Are you kidding me? NO!” Jackie cried, hopping away from the fresh puddle of filthy warm slobber.

“Please?” Chester implored. He subconsciously leaned over the tiny human, holding her closer to his mouth. “Good lord, you smell so good...”

“S-stay back!” Jackie cried, holding out her hand stiffly in a fruitless gesture of self-defense. Chester was sorely tempted to wrap his lips around her cute, tasty little hand, or run his tongue up the length of her arm, but he restrained himself. He backed off with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. He wasn’t sure why he uttered those words. He was a giant, an apex predator; she was a lowly human. He had every right to devour her, and he didn’t require her permission to do so. Yet, he felt so wrong. Everything felt so wrong. His world was falling apart, all because of this little human he was obsessing over. He winced as his stomach growled again, more insistently this time.

Keeping Jackie ensconced securely in his hand, he fumbled his other hand over the shelf loaded with vegetables and blindly snagged a carrot. He shoved the entire thing in his mouth, all the way up to the stalk, and crunched down on it with his teeth. He chewed it up and swallowed with a hearty gulp. He reached back again, grabbing an onion this time, and bit into it like an apple, without even peeling it. He chomped it down and continued to forage, demolishing a few potatoes and polishing off another onion with gusto.

Jackie watched the gluttonous display with confusion and dread. She didn’t understand why the giant was dining on random vegetables. Was he just eating appetizers to prepare his stomach for her, the main course? His prodigal appetite was disquieting to behold as a menagerie of giant vegetables were grinded into mush by his fearsome teeth and disappeared raw down his gullet. Jackie could hear with gross detail the chewing of his teeth, the gulping of his throat, and the gurgling of his stomach as it received the offerings. She imagined swimming around in a cauldron of bubbling gastric juices, surrounded by fibrous pulp digesting all around her, and shuddered violently. She hated that mental image with a visceral passion.

For his part, Chester failed to realize his vegetable binge was frightening the tiny human in his grasp. He was hungry and deeply conflicted. He yearned to eat Jackie with an intensity that burned as bright as the sun, but at the same time he didn’t want to force her into his belly. With tender new feelings embroiling his heart, he didn’t wish for her to hate him, by forcing her into his stomach. The correct course of action would be to return her to her tank uneaten, before he lost control of himself, but at the same time he didn’t want to let her go. He still strongly desired to eat her, to taste her, and a part of him wanted to keep her inside him forever.

So he sat in the closet, wallowing in indecision and his own carnivorous urges, and gorged himself with vegetables. They were filler, and sadly not meat, but they were edible nonetheless, and superior to an empty belly. He was padding out his time with her as he tried to resist, yet still contemplated devouring her, leaving the option open. He didn’t want Bucky to know he failed to eat her either. Bucky would judge him for his odd choice, and find his behavior exceedingly strange and suspicious. Chester didn’t want to cause trouble or jeopardize his highly coveted position at court.

Fortunately, his more civilized and compassionate side won against his predatory instincts. He did not eat Jackie, and returned her to her tank later without a single drop of saliva or acid on her skin. As miserable as he felt, to walk away without indulgence despite paying for the privilege, he was proud of himself for overcoming his hunger. His heart was beating fast, and his cheeks flushed as he glanced back at Jackie before exiting the kitchen.

Jackie was perplexed. She had expected the worst, but nothing had happened. She wasn’t eaten against her will, even though the giant clearly coveted her succulent meat more than anything, with all his salivating and stomach gurgles. He stuffed himself full of vegetables instead. She didn’t know what to make of this puzzle. The rush of blood to his face before he left was even more bewildering to her. Why would he be blushing? Nothing made any sense.

Chapter 19

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