#polytrix vore

It smelled like her. Not like the perfume she wore or the snacks she sometimes got all over her comfort shirts, but there was something unmistakably Zoey… it was warm, gentle, and intoxicating. Rumi breathed it in a few more times, a tingle of heat running up her spine, only to flood back down through her as it hit her head. It felt surreal, that this warm, cold, beautiful thing hovering in her palms was the woman she treasures so dearly. The lights that blazed from her soul were strong and gentle all at once, flickering shades of color that could only be rivaled by an ocean wave or a shift of a borealis. It was mesmerizing, she could lean back and watch it flicker for hours on end without growing bored… if it weren't for the deep ache still filling her chest. She needed this, she needed her. She wanted the pain to go away.

She looks over Zoey's still body one last time, seeing her chest continue to rise and fall with soft breaths, even though the light behind those closed eyes was gone. And then she lets her eyes flutter shut as her lips slowly part.

When she brought it to her mouth she wasn't sure how to do it. It felt fluid, but it still had the faintest hint of form to it. It had looked so big before, would it even fit? What if the demon side of her had been watered down by her humanity, and she wouldn't be able to get it down? So many things could go wrong… And just as quickly as her anxiety had spiked, it faded as she tipped her hands, her body reacting on instinct as her heart beat faster. She felt a familiar flush across her skin, the same sensation she always felt when her patterns woke up. She didn't care how much she was surely glowing. All that mattered was that she was about to swallow Zoey's soul.

She pressed it in, past her teeth, nestling it into her tongue, a weak sound rolling up her throat. There was no resistance, or at least, none she could sense. Just a warmth filling her mouth to the brim, and the thinnest memory of a pulse that she could've been imagining.

Rumi’s head lolls back as another soft sound escapes her, and then time seems to slow, to break apart all around her as every fiber of her being hones in on the feeling of that ball of light sliding back. And then her throat caught it effortlessly, dragging it down as if it was just as desperate as Rumi's aching heart. The shift of her tugging muscles was reflected in her patterns, a darker shade of violet originating at her throat, rippling down her skin until it faded out entirely. Rumi fell back, shaking uncontrollably as tears budded in the corners of her eyes. A ragged breath bubbled out of her as she felt the warmth slowly ease down deeper, and deeper, the process agonizingly slow as her body coaxed Zoey into the dark depths of her being. It reached her chest, and an alien sensation followed as it slowed even more, her muscles working it off of the path her body was used to and into something else. Rumi can't help but flinch, curling in on herself as a dull pang tails after the warmth as her body began to open up in a way it never had before. But the ache faded to the back of her mind as she suddenly felt the warmth settle, resting in a place just above her stomach. To her amazement, the light started to pulse, sending waves of warmth radiating through her.

She fell limp, tears rolling down her face as the weakest smile tugged at her lips. She was vaguely aware of her own hand resting over the core of that tender heat, her fingers brushing over her skin as if her touch could somehow reach the soul buried deep inside of her.