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Conceding To The Curse

A Supernatural vore story prompted by @vorepred223311

CW: Incest

Cas had just watched Dean wreck a whole group of demons. The hunter hadn't just fought them off either. He had devoured them, ripping away their clothes as he shoved the men into his mouth and down his throat. Cas knew the mark of Cain was powerful, but he hadn't expected this.

He watched as Dean seemed to take his time with the last demon. Cas could see the pleasure on the hunter's face despite the black demon eyes as his meal's legs disappeared behind his smile. Dean's satisfied smirk after swallowing the bare feet and the way he licked his lips were unsettling.

"Dean, you've got to stop this!" Cas shouted, "You're losing control."

"I feel fine," Dean smirked as he rubbed his stomach, "In fact, I feel better than ever."

Cas moved closer, putting his hands on Dean's shoulders and looking Dean in his inky black eyes, "This isn't you Dean. You've got to resist-"

Cas had made the mistake of getting too close. In an instant, Dean's mouth was closed around his head as his clothes were being torn off. Cas tried to fight him, but every part of the hunter, especially his mouth and throat, had been strengthened by the mark. Only now did Cas understand the true meaning behind Cain's weapon as his face slid past Dean's jawbone.

He could feel Dean's tongue sliding over his bare skin as his torso entered the now demonic hunter's maw. He couldn't hear anything but the pleased sounds of Dean savoring his flesh. His angelic powers were useless as he felt hands grab his ass shove him further down the inescapable throat.

Several minutes of gulping and slurping later and Cas had fully dropped into Dean's stomach. The demons he'd eaten only a little while ago didn't leave much room for him. Cas was completely cramped up against them in the hot wet space.

Dean grinned as he slouched down to a seat to rub his engorged stomach. Ever since he'd gotten the mark he'd been eating a guy here or there, but he'd never had so many at once before. He loved the feeling of them trying to move around. Some of their wiggling and writhing jostled a long deep belch out him.

"What was that?" Sam rushed into the room.

"Nothing Sammy."

"Dean! What the hell happened to you? What's going on with your stomach?"

"Just had a big meal."

Dean was somehow still hungry. The mark was telling him the best meal of all was right in front of him. It shouldn't have been a surprise that the curse of Cain wanted him to eat his brother most of all.

"Are you insane?!" Sam was flustered as he approached Dean, "This is far from normal."

"It's the new normal Sammy, better get used to it."

"What did you even eat?"

Sam reached out to touch his stomach, startled when it moved underneath his hand. He looked around the room, finally noticing all the torn clothes. He pieced together what had happened a moment too late. Dean grabbed his arm and shoved it into his mouth, sucking on it and pulling the hand attached to it into his throat.

"Dean! What are you doing?! Stop!"

Dean swallowed and now his whole forearm was gone. Sam pushed against him with his hand, but was no match for Dean's new strength. Sam felt his clothes shred with a few casual swipes of his brother's hand, leaving him completely naked.

Dean took his time with Sam, tasting every inch of salty flesh as he slowly worked his brother towards his guy. Sam was the best thing he'd ever eaten, better than any cheeseburger, pie, or even the sweet angel meal he'd just had. His brother had continued to protest, even as his cries were muffled by Dean's throat and that only made it even better for Dean.

Sam's delicious stomach slid over his tongue, but the best part came next. As Dean gulped his brother in deeper, his mouth filled with Sam's crotch and ass. The supple cheeks and big meaty groin took all of Dean's attention for a while. He made sure he didn't miss even a bit of flavor as he worked his tongue into every nook and cranny. He would have been surprised at Sam getting hard if he didn't already have a raging boner of his own.

Dean started to jack off as Sam twitched in his mouth. A few more licks and Dean's mouth flooded with a new salty and sweet flavor. Dean continued to stroke himself as he tilted his head back and slowly gulped at Sam's legs. He enjoyed the taste of his brother's thighs, then calves, and finally his feet. He stopped on those for a bit, it was the last taste he'd get and he wanted to savor it.

One final gulp sent Sam to join Cas and the demons. Dean focused on the feeling of them writhing around, ignoring the pleas to let them out. With a very full belly and the taste of his brother on his tongue, Dean had never been harder. He let out another massive burp which combined all the flavors of everyone he'd eaten. That reminder had him cumming in no time, a massive load splattering around the room.

As he settled into a nap, the struggles inside him began to slow. He knew once he woke up his stomach would be back to normal, but that had him thinking. Maybe there was something in the bunker that could make it so he could eat Cas and Sam over and over again. He'd check when he woke up.