vore, so much vore

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This doesn’t go away once Mira and Zoey learn the truth. Years of habit and instinct are hard to undo. They tell her they’re happy to be with her during her heat, but she can’t let them close. She needs to be alone. She’s hardwired it into her brain at this point and will probably just chase them out of her room anyway once it sets in.

Except she’s not coming out to eat, so Mira walks in with a plate of food. Rumi’s on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket with glowing golden eyes, fully growling like a tiger as Mira slowly sets down the plate and backs away. Rumi doesn’t stop growling until Mira’s crossed the threshold out of the room and doesn’t eat until the door is closed, but she does eat. Zoey swings by later to get the empty plate and replace it with fresh food, to a very similar reaction.

Eventually, Rumi’s demon brain comes to accept that they’re allowed to bring her food. She stops growling when they do so, or when they bring other things like extra blankets or things with calming scents. The heat only lasts about a week, so they don’t work up to approaching or touching Rumi that year.

Next year, however, she gets more comfortable with them venturing further into her den when they bring food. She feels safer and safer until the mating instinct actually starts to take priority again. Once they hit that point, they really get to enjoy her heats, but the territorial behavior never fully goes away. Her mates may only enter and court her if they bring offerings. No snacks or things for her nest? No dice. Big growl. Get out and try again.

But because she now has the instinct to be with them, they’re not allowed to go too long without visiting her either. They don’t necessarily have to sleep with her, just be there. She will start wailing for them if it’s been too long, which they affectionately refer to as her “mating call”.

Since demons come through just fine, why not a person? Rumi wouldn't dare to just scarf down a human being out of nowhere to test it out. If only there was a cute, short girl that would be happy to be shoved down Rumi's gullet... and Zoey even got a new shampoo, it's apparently supposed to smell like Rumi's favorite food...

Mira left the room with two other girls watching TV on their couch, and came back a few minutes later to see Rumi sitting alone with an overstuffed (and giggling) gut pinning her down. Zoey may be small but she's still way bigger than those imps Rumi was testing her maw on. Rumi had a big tummyache, but that's nothing some belly rubs from Mira couldn't fix.

(more detail and a scenario under the cut)

Warning for polytrix!

Rumi:

At first she wouldn't even understand what that feeling was, she just blamed it on her demon half.

"I just feel uncomfortable talking about...hearts"

She'd say, struggling to just say the word heart

It's with more time and search that she understands what she feels isn't discomfort, and it's actually arousal.

Like the little grembling she is, at first she wouldn't reveal to the other girls her fetish, just like she didn't want to reveal her demon half. She'd play with herself alone in her room at night, hand over her pounding heart, moaning silently.

It's only after her demon side is revealed and the honmoon restored that she decides to be honest with her girls, and it's the best decision she ever made (other than dating them)

Mira is the one that teases her the most about it, always going out of her way to whisper something in her ear, especially in public

"I can hear your heartbeat from over here~" she'd whisper when she sees her being nervous before a concert

Rumi scolds her for it, but secretly loves it.

She doesn't have a preference over being listened to or listen to someone else (50/50)

She loves when her girls press both of their chests against her ears at the same time, it sends her to heaven (as seen in the art made by me)

She likes equipment being used on her, being constantly monitored and stuff (as seen in the art made by me)

Slight preference towards dark cardiophilia

Mira:

Mira immediately understood what it was, she didn't need to do research

Heartbeat = hot

That's all she needs to know.

She will take some time to reveal her fetish to the other girls, she's still a little bit embarrassed, but she can hide it easily.

She's obviously very happy when both girls accept her and support her.

She doesn't enjoy being teased, and the other girls wouldn't dare to talk about her fetish in public (unless they wanted to be punished ;) )

She doesn't mind equipment being used on her, but prefers to use her bare ears on her girls.

She likes listening to others more than being listened to

She has a slight preference towards Zoey's heartbeat, because it's always slightly faster.

She likes cuddling with her girls and resting her head on their chests, just listening to their hearts beat away

She prefers light cardiophilia rather than dark, she would never want to hurt herself or her girls

Zoey:

Zoey wouldn't understand what this odd feeling is for a pretty long time.

She just feels this odd tingling sensation whenever she hears a heartbeat that she can't just understand...

When one day she talks about it with her girls, they explain to her that the sensation she's feeling is probably arousal, and encourage her to look for more information online.

In just a couple of days, she already has a notebook full of information of her odd fetish, what she likes and what she dislikes ecc.

The other girls prefer not to tease her about it, she's just too pure to be teased...even if sometimes Mira can't just resist

"Your neck pulse is visible.."

She'd whisper, then suddenly Zoey is wearing a scarf the rest of the interview.

Although at home it's a completely different story.

She's extremely kinky, she loves roleplay and she loves all kinds of equipment on her.

Surprisingly, she's actually very dark when it comes to cardiophilia, she often has odd fantasies about her girlfriends' hearts.

She unfortunately has a bad tendency to push her heart to its limits, especially with pressure or breath play. It's often that one of the girls touches her chest and she grimaces from the pain.

The girls make sure to keep an eye on her at all times, they don't want her to push herself too much and hurt herself.

She likes listening to others more than being listened to.

Some cat studies (alongside a Vore sequence as a treat :3)

(Monster?) Pred POV vore drabble, soft safe g/t as usual

Big ol mouthplay with this one.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts

(Monster?) Pred POV vore drabble, soft safe g/t as usual

Big ol mouthplay with this one.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts

I feel you heart pounding heavily against your ribs as you lie in my arms, looking me right in the eyes. My stomach rumbles beside you, politely announcing of its emptiness, but don't get tricked. It's almost painful, evil sensation which clenched my insides firmly like vice, turning them inside out while they are struggling with hunger. However, I just smile. You're here not to satisfy me, but yourself. You're small, and sad, and scared. That's OK. There is no shame in that...

I bring you up closer to my face - your skin gets pale as instinctive fear kicks in your veins. I don't hurry; your tiny palms run over my cheeks and lips; I force back the wish to taste your adorable little fingers - they have such a good smell... I ask if you still want me to send you there. After a moment, you nod, still worried but sure about your decision. I smile gently and rub your head in attempt to comfort you, although I know it's not enough. I'm a switch after all; no need to tell me how hard it is to go through this for the first time.

Finally, I open my mouth wide and lift you up to put your feet right on my awaiting tongue. The flavour is... Beautiful; I can't help but exhale with pleasure savouring your skinny, cool ankles. Meanwhile, you're trembling. God, I feel so pity for you! My mind is spinning of misunderstanding, trying to process this controversial information of joy and grief combined together. Regardless, it doesn't take long for me to focus. I lock my attentive gaze on your figure; icy sweat covers your hot, pulsing neck, you're staring down at me with mix of doubt and terror. However, you don't ask me to stop. I play with your legs a little bit more, giving you a chance to get used to the situation, then go for the next level, pushing you in just slightly and making you knees disappear in my maw. You gasp as my teeth accidentally touch your vulnerable skin; I rapidly part them to ease the tension. Your toes wiggle in my pharynx, I have to grant you a pleading look to say it disturbs me, so you hold still. I feel bad for making barriers everywhere for you; I'm aware of horror growing in your chest with every passing moment, but it will be better for both of us if you don't squirm. I promise, I won't hurt you. It'll be over soon.

Well, the point of no return is near. I push you just a bit deeper, like this... Yeah. Now I can catch your limbs with my throat muscles. My grip weakens; I swallow. You faintly shriek. I fondle your back, relaxing your body which has suddenly become hard and solid like a rock, being paralysed with shock. I wait; after some seconds your powerless hand pat on my upper lip, permitting me to continue. Oh, you can't imagine how difficult it is to breathe in this position, to hold my instincts sleeping while even so miserable part of you has been already embraced by my throat... No. Don't think about it. It's fine. I swallow once more, your hips and belly entering my esophagus. My neck pleasantly stretches; my mouth shamelessly waters as I get more of your spicy taste, invisible molecules bursting soundlessly on the surface of my craving tongue. You sense this and shiver, your poor clothes getting instantly soaked in my sticky saliva. But I won't make you uncomfortable for long; glancing at your pretty muzzle one last time, I title my head back and let you simply slide inside, contracting my throat again, tracing you slowly passing every centimetre of it: down, down, down...

At last, I can gift my chest with fresh air. You slipped inside so smoothly that it startles me...

My waist is heavy; cute little lumps are walking around underneath my clothes. You're in my stomach now.

The organ whines with pleasure as abundant meal comes in. You are moving around, trying to find a suitable position in the limited space. I sigh, forgetting about the pangs of starvation at last - the fact I haven't eaten since morning to do this to you is nothing comparing to the heavenly sensation of you being inside my core. Now I'm shaking too. It's impossible to stay straight; I lie down cautiously, putting my hands on the expanded middle, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

You. Are. In. There.

I devoured an alive person. It's so good that it hurts...

You are still nervous; I murmur kind, calming words and caress you within my full belly gurgling gladly at your presence. It's safe within me. I won't digest you. Just look around and see that there is no acid to burn you. You won't get suffocated 'cause you're breathing with me. I won't jostle you with harsh movements. I won't laugh at your helplessness. I'm here to hold you, to listen to your cries, to fight your demons with you side by side.

It's so good that you hear me and settle in. Your warm weight feels unreal and... Perfect. I don't let my arms go away from my abdomen, making them cover the bulge you have created as if I have committed a crime which I should hide now.

You don't need to feel anxious anymore. I have you.

I remember the way your eyes lit up when I finally invited you over. You looked so innocent. I almost felt guilty when I remembered what I was gonna do to you, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

I remember the way your innocent eyes widened with fear when I told you my plans. I didn’t care. I swallowed you down anyways. I chuckled as you helplessly squirmed in my stomach. It was no use. I wasn’t gonna let you out. I was so patient with you. I wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

I froze when I heard your crying. You sounded so heartbroken and betrayed. For some reason, I found myself soothing you. Softly whispering soothing words as I gently stroked my belly. There was something about you. I couldn’t bring myself to end you.

My body went numb with guilt. I can’t believe I did this to you. How could I be so heartless? I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I start to cry myself. “I’m so sorry, little guy,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I do so. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like this… I promise you, everything’s gonna be okay.”

I will the digestion process to stop. I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt people anymore. You didn’t deserve this. I’m horrible. My mind races with thoughts. I feel like my head is gonna explode. I look down at my belly, my eyes widening as your struggles slow as you drift off to sleep. I’ll let you out tomorrow. I’ll understand if you’ll hate me and never want to see me again. That’s what I get for doing something so awful.

I hug my belly tightly. I struggle to stay awake myself. My eyelids grow heavy as I lay on the couch. I just wish I cold take back everything, but I can’t. I have to live with this, knowing I caused you so much pain.