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[CW/Tags: Unbirth. Womb entrapment. Fatal vore. Your lustfully scented remains being spent in climax to drench all over your successor for my pleasure~] ๐ฆ๐งก
It is the morning after vore day. Sunlight filters itself through those curtain-covered windows, just enough to shine on my face and elicit a lazy move down of my fingers to resume in the rubbing of my aroused nethers. Sleepily playing with and between my clit and my glistening, leaking puffy labia, as they add even further to those ruined bedsheets drenched in my most intimate juices while my other hand reaches for my own full breast to fondle and play with between relaxed sighs of pleasure.
The little morsel who I'd kept so greedily as a breakfast food thing within my cleavage, and who had been allowed to sleep within the all-engulfing, unrivaled warmth of the goddess' heavy bosom, surrounded by that omnipotent heartbeat and scent, as a reward for having survived last night's indulgences without breaking too much, as they had fulfilled their duty as my buffer toy to rub against my pulsating swollen bud while I sated my intense, lethal (to you~) whims and cravings; stirred and woke up, bruised and exhausted, yet so drunk on my natural fragrance and eager to devotedly worship they barely complained when my fingerpads squeezed around that frail torso, unceremoniously bringing the spoiled toy down on a journey past that murderous tummy, that perfect, all-consuming midriff and those loudly grumbling guts finishing up their work on yesterday's long-forgotten meals, to be pressed down on the heated softness of that slightly yielding curve of my beautifully graceful pubic mound. They were so sensitive against my silky fur, eliciting another sigh to escape my lips as I feel them start to squirm under that bit of selfish added pressure while I trace that living, breathing body down the delicate contours leading down to my swollen, parted labia, reveling in the feeling of those struggles intensifying under the immense heat irradiating from the gates so dangerously welcoming you to my most intimate sanctuary as I smother and tightly hug my little toy against them. And, after a little while that must have felt like an eternity to them, I line up their pretty little face with the entrance to that existence-threatening, yet so impossibly alluring tunnel, and, with a wet, lewd *schllp*, unceremoniously pushed my faithful, loyal creature into my oppressively pheromonal depths. That addictive feeling of something living making it past my introitus always made me desire more, to overindulge in truly making them mine with reckless abandon, in the most lustful of ways... their fur, their torso, their hips, their dangling paws disappeared, their tail brushing ever so gently against my sensitive insides, as they, too, vanish from the world and are instead surrounded entirely by *me*. The beating, fleshy confines of those tight, greedy walls sloppily making out with their entire being overwhelming their mind, overloading their senses, ruining them in mind, body and soul as they're reduced to thinking purely of my bliss just like every other broken toy who'd met their end in this most euphoric of ways for their superior owner.
You had long perished in an ecstatic haze within the heavenly confines of my innermost sanctum. Not a single strand of consciousness or sentience remained after a night cradled and processed inside possessiveness incarnate. What splintered bones miraculously still lingered yet to be processed into my rich, cloudy nectar were effortlessly crushed, melted and dissolved by my deceptively voracious womb, erased together with the rest of you as my body tensed up amidst the usage of my latest plaything, and repurposed into nothing but your replacement's mind-melting reward once they've successfully fulfilled their ultimate duties and honor of bringing me to climax, just as you had once achieved at the cost of your life and soul.
I felt myself get close, I pressed *it* deeper, forcing it to kiss my cervix, unrestrainedly pushing my now screaming, vibrating toy against that crushingly narrow passage, those noisy pleas and begs for... mercy? for more? It was probably loving it. Whichever it was, I didn't care, for whatever complaints it might have had, were completely drowned out by my own heated breaths of relentless arousal as I shift up, my other hand moving down from my breasts to my clit to finish building up the finale of that euphoric pressure easing me into orgasm, making me tense up passionately for my moments of purest pleasure before I felt the entirety of my perfection climax and relax at once with a dignified release of all that pent-up stress and tension through a long exhalation followed by deep, contented sighs lasting minutes, as I bask in the intensity of my afterglow.
At the same time as my fierce living-toy-aided climax made my pelvis tense up, I first spasmed and squirted hard in a dewy arc at the same time as my lips leaked and drooled the creamy whitish fluid which marked the culmination of my latest victim's efforts, then spilled your warm remnants in pulses and waves of that divine translucent slick flowing and crashing ruthlessly against your now unconscious, limp successor as I forced it past my cervix to slide it into the majestic temple of my uterus just as you gushed out and drenched all over and around the poor, doomed thing. With that clamping, crushing resistance beat, the rest of its body followed through and was now swallowed up and forever sealed within my womb as I siigh, rest and relax with a smirk that only widens, slowly turning into a grin at witnessing the mess all you delectable creatures had so worshipfully encouraged me to create.
That adorably durable little thing will be slowly churning, melting into more of those potent, lustful juices of mine they had helped waste, dissolving without haste and lost in a blissful haze throughout the day. Just like you did, the one who preceded them. Just like the next lucky food thing who will succeed them, for my sexual whims are more important than your lives.
"Dvas Lapdance Of Doom"
I wonder if Mei has finally learned her lesson after all this. I mean after a long night of being bullied, clenched, gupled, and gobbled by Dvas merciless buns, she wouldnt DARE consider revenge right? I sure hope Dva isnt addicted to feeding her friends to her butt...that could mean trouble for SO many people.
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