Maria Sharapova

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Not 100% vore, more a combination of tentacle, vore and navel fetishes but you can modify the next part to your liking:

Rachel was 5'8" tall and had dark brown hair laced with red and pink streaks. She wore a tight white T-shirt with a a black lace bra and panties underneath. She had milky white skin that was creamy smooth. She wore a friendship band on her wrist while her deep blue jeans accentuated her curvy abdomen and pale white legs. The slight black emo-like mascara went well with her pale face and gossamer-thin lips and gave her that rare touch of sensual, 'mysterious' beauty. Her REAL secret however was her thin, oval-shaped innie for which she had developed a bit of a fetish recently. It was like a slit in her lower midriff that coincided perfectly with her linea alba when she arched her back and her T-shirt lifted slightly.

Rachel opened her eyes to find herself fully clothed in the middle of a massive thickly-canopied jungle. Strange, she thought - after all, the last thing she remembered before waking up here was falling unconscious on some sort of soft surface. She muttered to herself, 'Well, whatever gets me away from that creepy hole! Now isn't the time to be picky, girl. Time to find a way out of this mess.'

As she moved through the thick undergrowth, she had the strange sensation of being watched. 'Ridiculous', she assured herself, 'this isn't some Scooby-Doo mystery with some sinister weirdo looking over my shoulder every second.' She tried to be as careful as possible while brushing aside vines and branches, for fear of disturbing something unwanted. As she moved deeper into the heart of the forest, her eyesight began to shimmer and she began to feel dizzy. She also noticed she was sweating more than usual. The combined effect forced her to rest for a moment in a clearing nearby.

Gathering a bundle of leaves, she created a makeshift pillow and bed for herself. Allowing herself to relax for the first time since she arrived here, Rachel took off her shoes and socks and laid down on her back. With a purr of contentment to herself, the teenager fell into a deep sleep with her brown, pink-streaked hair splayed around her face and her hands wrapped underneath the back of her head.

She didn't really see it coming. In fact, she didn't really see it coming at all - Rachel suddenly felt a tugging force at her lower legs and before she knew it, she was hanging upside down in the air, dangling from her legs. Looking up, she saw her ankles had been bound together by a couple of thick, strong vines. Feeling a tug below her, she felt more vines tying her hands below her. One side effect of gravity was that her shirt had dropped down to her chest, exposing her bare belly and bra for a second time.

Frantically squirming, Rachel struggled in vain against the bonds that held her. This squirming caused her waist and hips to crease at the sides, exposing her abdomen's sensuous curves. Drops of sweat trickled down through her tightly-wrapped legs and down to her chest and breasts, adding to the erotic nature of the moment.

One person who WAS aware of the erotic nature of the moment and was watching the scene closely, snapped her fingers.

Instantly, the ground beneath the girl's dangling figure gave way to a gaping maw. The 'maw' in reality, was an ancient creature that took its orders solely from the master of the jungle. The maw, still connected to the ground, rose up off the ground and took shape into a massive green-skinned worm that opened its gigantic mouth underneath Rachel's helpless body.

With a massive sucking sound, the worm rose high and quickly wrapped its mouth around Rachel's upper torso up till her breasts. The teenager's cries of terror rapidly became muffled as the creature tightened its grip just Rachel's breasts. Her firm abs expanded and contracted rapidly, struggling to regain control. Just as soon as Rachel's upper body had been immobilized an equally large and monstrous worm emerged from the canopies and wrapped its mouth around Rachel's lower body ending just above her pubes and below her slit-like navel.

The net result was that the girl was trapped from both above and below with the only exposed part of her body being her bare, vulnerable and quivering abdomen.

Inside the worm's mouth Rachel felt more at ease than she should have. The pink-tinged inside of the creature's mouth was a cool place, where its captive was not feeling as suffocated or panicky as she should have. Rachel looked down where the creature had clamped its lips and saw a sticky green goo attached in a ring round her body. The feeling of the worms' lips pressed against her upper chest and lower waist was quite soft, pleasant in fact. Each time the creatures' exhaled and inhaled their lips would alternately tighten and loosen around Rachel's anatomy, giving her an almost erotic feeling.

Next, tentacles began to emerge from the the throats of both creatures. The ones from the grounded worm slithered themselves around Rachel's chest and breasts, tearing her shirt and bra apart in the process. As the tentacles wrapped themselves around the youngster's torso, Rachel knew something was wrong. She should have been feeling a sense of panic and an urgency to escape. However, as she looked up at what was happening to her, she felt as if she wanted to be assimilated by the creature! As if she wanted it to enter her from below AND enter as well as suck on her navel!

Rachel's faint cries quickly turned into erotic moans of pleasure as two of the upper tentacles wrapped themselves around her breasts and began sucking gently on her nipples with their cupped surfaces. Down below, more tentacles slithered beneath the Avril-look-alike's thighs and began stroking the smooth, soft flesh on the underside of the girl's thighs while others caressed the soles of her feet, causing her toes and feet to occasionally arch in pleasure. One last tentacle began to slide Rachel's panties down the her thighs and legs, exposing her vaginal mound.

Outside, the final phase was about to begin, where a thin, long, black tentacle was hovering over Rachel's exquisite navel. The vine swiftly slid into its intended destination, plunging slowly but surely into the deep hole it had exposed. It moved back and forth, to and fro lining the concentric tunnels of Rachel's navel with a yellow wax-like liquid until it finally reached her sensitive innie. Here, the tentacle expanded its tip and wrapped itself around the navel core. With a loud gurgling and sucking sound, the vine quickly moved out of its specimen's belly. With her umbilical chord neatly yanked out and exposed, the tentacle plunged rapidly into Rachel's navel again with her innie-turned-outie in tow. It repeated this sucking/penetrating procedure, several times varying its pace from slow to deadly fast.

Simultaneously, the tentacles from the upper and lower parts plunged into the girl's mouth and vagina respectively. The lower tentacle wormed its way between the helpless girl's thighs and gradually penetrated her fully while the upper tentacle made its way through Rachel's mouth down into her throat.

Rachel closed her eyes and pursed her lips around the tentacle in her mouth, sucking on it with renewed vigor. The jolts from her lower orifices forced her to let out one last erotic, muffled wail of despair as she reached her climax, 'MMMMFFFmmmmmmhhhmmmm..'

Outside, Rachel's pulsated with mad violence, secreting thousands of drops of sweat that cast her belly in a shimmering light while her moist loins clenched against each other again down below. Whilst her ankles were rubbing against each other in sensual ecstasy, her navel and abdomen were contorting themselves into various erotic, arched positions. Her lower hips swirled around in perpetual motion while her waist creased at the sides as she thrashed to and fro. The worms' lips let out a squelching sound as Rachel's arched her back and neck, exposing her slender throat, rigid abs and linea alba, while raising one of her knees above the other in a bent position..

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Hermione was sitting on the carpet, doing her homework when she thought she heard muffled footsteps behind her. She looked behind and saw no one. She was wearing tight, light-blue jeans and a short black and white T-shirt that ended just above her waist, exposing her small T-shaped innie and occasionally part of her red panties. She was seated on her knees, where her thighs were resting on her lower legs and her bare feet were curled underneath her bottom.

The common room was deserted and quiet. Nearly everyone had gone home for Christmas except for her and a couple of nerds. Even Harry and Ron had plans. They had offered her a trip but she declined, since her parents were away for Christmas and she felt the need for some solitude. She was feeling somewhat rebellious tonight, hence the lack of robes.

She put her quill down for a moment, closed her eyes and arched her neck back and down slowly, rubbing the sore nape of her neck.

Suddenly a cold, white hand grabbed her wrist from behind while she was arching her neck back while another hand hovered over her mouth. A black hole appeared at the center of its palm. White webbing spewed out of the Temptress's (same one from 'Dare') hand with a hissing sound and completely covered Hermione's mouth, muffling her terrified screams. The woman gripped both of Hermione's wrists firmly and swung them behind her back, tying them both together with more webbing. Finally, she tied both of the girl's ankles together.

Hermione sat on the floor, her thighs resting on her lower legs beneath her, which were tied together. Her hands were behind her back and her pale, untanned and currently very sweaty throat at the moment was being sensually massaged by her captor's creased, long-nailed hands.

The huntress then grabbed the lower end of Hermione's shirt and pulled it over her head, ripping it over her bound arms and off her body. Strangely, she did not resist, almost knowing what was to come. With her torso exposed, the huntress could see her prey's luscious navel. Since she was in a sitting position, Hermione's stomach and navel were creased into sexually inviting folds of creamy white skin. The huntress slipped her hand down behind Hermione's jeans and gently squeezed one of her bare buttocks.

it had the desired effect. Hermione's eyes widened and fluttered with arousal while her back sat up straight. Her navel looked helpless and quite deep, with some sweat pooling into its center. The huntress made her decision. She reached down for Hermione's belt buckle, roughly undid the clasp and ripped her jeans down to her knees. She then placed one palm flat against Hermione's trembling navel with the other on the webbing over her mouth. In one smooth motion, the Temptress ripped off the webbing on the 20-year old's mouth and clasped her lips around hers just as soon as she had opened her mouth wide for a first, real breath . The woman's dark red lips tightened their grip around Hermione's light pink ones while inside their mouths, the Temptress's tongue wrapped itself around Hermione's tongue like a wriggling snake. Hermione could barely comprehend what was happening. Her wide eyes stared helplessly into that of her captors' while her struggling motion slowly but steadily fell away and gave away to a rhythmic, submissive moan of pleasure. The woman's eyes looked deeply into Hermione's and with her mind steadily hypnotized her: 'Look into my eyes. You are mine. You belong to me. Submit yourself to me and i will make it worth your while..' 'Yes, of course, you may strip me of my garments,' she thought. Her eyes erratically fluttered open and shut until finally with a low, erotic moan to herself, she gave herself up and closed her eyes, her shoulders limp and mind hypnotized.



Little did Hermione know, this had been a mere diversion for the huntress to reach her navel. While her mind was locked in submission to the Temptress, the old woman's other hand was poised over Hermione's quivering navel. The black hole again opened in her palm, but this time, a small insect-like creature emerged from the hole, The creature had black scaly skin and its front had a blunt, closed beak while to its rear were attached several small, writhing tentacles.

The creature quickly opened its small beak and dove into Hermione's navel for a quick sting, causing her innie to retreat even further and open its lips wider and turn into a miniature black hole. immediately, the creature dove into the depths of Hermione's navel headfirst squirming, struggling and writhing against the inner lining of the girl's navel. As the creature suckled and dug its way into her, Hermione's eyes snapped open and she immediately looked down to see half of the creature's body in her and its tentacles flailing wildly outside her body, occasionally slithering and slapping against the flesh of her belly. She snapped from her reverie and with a soft sucking sound, immediately managed to break lip contact with her predator. The temptress said with a soft smile on her lips: 'You are too late, child' as she backed away.

Hips struggling frantically, she looked down helplessly as the last of the creature's thrashing tentacles slithered itself into her body. 'NOOO..oh wait... Oh God! Yes!' she cried as the creature made its way into the depths of her belly and began sucking on her umbilical center. Her waist started curving erotically to the sound of the creature's *gloops* as it began to lay eggs inside her. Her buttocks remained clenched tightly while her ankles and toes started rubbing themselves together. The moistness inside her panties permeated itself through the silk to her loins, which began rubbing themselves together too. When she finally reached her climax, she groaned heavily and looked down to her navel whose outer lips were still wet with the passage of the creature's liquid. This turned her on even more and she finally heaved to her climax. When she finally fell to the ground, she felt something moving around inside her. The last thing she saw before falling to sleep after her orgasm was a blurry vision of dark red lips closing around her navel and a slender, white hand writhing itself through her extremely tangled and sweaty bushy, brown hair..

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As the webs firmly spun around the fair-skinned, European girl’s body, her cries of anguish were muffled as gradually her entire body was encased in a cocoon of webs by the spider queen.

“Now my dead” she murmured with a menacing smirk as she leered over the still struggling cocoon of her young victim. The girl was bound with her arms tied above her head with wrists bound together while her ankles were bound together at the bottom.

With a few flicks of her long, cold fingers, the spider queen gently tore the threading over the girl’s abdomen and breasts down to her pubic area exposing her pubic mound and vagina all the while leaving the rest of her encased in webbing. As the spider queen looked at her latest’s victim’s curvy, dusky body, she observed her victim’s panicked moans and rapidly palpating breasts. Feeling the cold air on her midriff, the girl knew something was wrong more than usual. Moving her hips left and right only turned the spider queen even more as she observed the tightly bound, sweaty belly of her victim breath in and out.

The arousal in the spider queen grew to a fever pitch as blood flowed to her member. She quickly arose from her throne and savagely ripped whatever was left of the poor girl’s jeans and panties down to her knees unraveling some more of the webbing around the terrified girl’s sultry, smooth thighs.

With fearsome strength, the spider queen cut off the top end of the cocoon which was leaving the girl hanging and gently lay her victim’s body on the cold jungle floor. With little or no thought for the girl’s hole, she lay her own body down the girl allowing their erect nipples to come into contact with one another.
The girl was terrified, but strangely turned on however she yelled a muffled gasp as the queen quickly thrust her fully aroused cock completely inside the girl, feeling the walls inside the girl’s womb quickly tighten around her member. Both sets of women rolled their eyes in pleasure as the rocking motion began, the girls pert sweaty and fully aroused breasts, moving back and forth as she was rocked on the queen’s cock.

Noticing how aroused the girls was, the spider queen unraveled the webbing around the girls mouth and quickly locked her lips with the girl’s moaning lips, twisting, straddling and wrestling with her victim’s tongue.

AS the girl moaned in the queen’s mouth she felt one of the queens cold clammy hands slowly descending down her belly toward her oval-shaped navel. It was a deep black hole ripe for penetration and the queen quickly thrust her finger into the girl’s sensual abdominal abyss till she felt the squelch of umbilical fluid. The queen’s fingers had the ability to elongate to any measure of length so as the queen swirled around inside the girl’s womb, warm umbilical fluid began to be displaced from her navel onto the belly which the queen was more than happy to greasily rub all over her body and on to the girl’s already erect nipples.

With her cock and finger fully ensconced in the girl’s womb, she began increasing the pace of her thrusts at both ends, causing the girl to moan eve more. “Pleeeease, oh yes, yes, YEEEEEEEEES!” she screamed as the queen’s fully erect penis erupted in a wash of cum deep into the girl’s women, causing the girl to sensually arch her back as she erupted into a coe-turling orgasm. The queen looked down at the girl’s now disintended belly as a result of her seed being planted and her finger’s devilish machinations. She released her finger from the girl’s belly with a slow pop as a mixture of brownish-yellow white fluid flowed out of her navel. She unwrapped the girl and looked down to see the girl’s abdomen covered in that slime and her lower thighs wet with both her own fluids and the girls’.

With a quick yank, the spider queen bound the girl’s wrists and ankles once again this time placing the girl’s belly upwards in her lap towards the queen’s luscious lips whilst her bound ankles and arms dangled down on both ends. The girl, still in a state of ecstasy and exhaustion, was panting and moaning slowly now, unaware of what was happening until it was too late.

Knowing now that this girl too possessed the navel fetish, the queen clamped one of her cold clammy hands around the girl’s mouth and thrust two fingers of her other hand into the girl’s vagina, slowly vibrating to a quickening pace. The girl began moaning again and curling and moving her hips akin to that of a belly dancer. The queen watched the soaking wet belly in her lap move faster and faster with the increase in intensity of the fingering and moaning until she saw her opportunity and quickly thrust her wet, black tongue deep into the girl’s navel, tasting the giril’s bodily fluid with momentous passion. With each thrust and drivel of her tongue deeper into the girl’s navel, the girl pleaded behind muffled lips, oh god please stop i give up. I’ll give you whatever you want.

The queen sharply looked back up her tongue still swirling in the gooey mess that was the teen’s navel when she made telepathic contact with the girl and said “You’ve already given me everything. Just one thing remains”

Releasing her hold over captive’s mouth, the queen lifted the lower back of her victim just in time to see a single, thick, moist tentacle hovering beneath its victim. Her ass bare and wobbling back and forth, she had barely any time to see what was coming, before the tentacle thrust itself into the girl’s wet backside and asshole. A similar tentacle appeared from above and as the girl let out a scream from the lower penetration the upper tentacle found the perfect opportunity to ram itself down the girl’s throat, curb her gag reflexes and pour more seed down her throat.

The girl’s body became limp in the queen’s lap, as she closed her eyes and gave herself up completely to the ecstasty befalling her. Her navel penetrated, mouth raped, anus invaded and vagina thoroughly moistened and fucked, she arched her back and came one last time with a tremendous thrust of her lower hips as a flood of her cum washed down through her thighs..

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Zara was a 19-year old Indian girl who was preparing for her first year at college. Her complexion was slightly dark and her jet-black hair fell slightly below her shoulders. She had a slender if somewhat skinny, hourglass figure that attracted a lot of attention wherever she went. She was wearing light blue jeans and black and white sneakers with a white tank top. She was wearing a few red bands on her right wrist. Her purple bra only slightly showed itself underneath her tight top. Today she was helping out one of her neighbors tend to her expansive 'garden'. Mrs. Anderson was an aging woman who led a quiet life in her mansion and occasionally tended to her cats and garden herself. Today, however she had called specifically for Zara, who found it odd that she had singled HER out.

The garden was more of a jungle in reality. There was a lot of undergrowth and the trees were quite old, their canopies almost blocking out the sunlight. Trailing vines hung from hoary old willows here and there. As Zara carefully made her way through the largest of the plants, she felt something slither round her ankle. She looked down to see one of the vines wrapped around her ankle. Within seconds, another vine slid itself completely into her other shoe and wrapped itself around the sole of her foot all the way up to her thin ankle. Zara bent down and pulled and pried at the vines, but to no avail. While she was still hunched over she felt a push at the small of her back and she fell face first into the damp soil. It was at this point she noticed the atmosphere inside the jungle had gotten a bit more stuffy while the air around her had grown colder, as if the trees, plants and vines were closing in around her. "What the hell is going on?!" she cried as she struggled to regain footing. She looked down to see that the vines had ripped her shoes off and were now curling themselves tightly round her legs and calves inside her jeans. Her toes wriggled sexily as she saw her jeans rippling with the passage of the vines. Still lying on her belly, she looked up to see a skin-colored suction cup attached to a vine moving towards her. Quickly, the cup attached itself to her pink, succulent lips and began fondling the inside of her mouth with a tentacle inside it..

Zara realized she was not struggling anymore but was yearning for more suction. Her thoughts became groggy and her eyes fluttered as she began to emit pulsating, muffled moans through her captive mouth. She closed her eyes and became aware of a voice in her mind telling her to give in to the temptation. Without a moment's hesitation, Zara gripped the ends of her moist top with her sultry hands and pulled it slowly over and off the top of her head. Eyes still closed and hair thrashing around, she unhooked her bra and threw it away. Zara threw her head back, arched her back and ran a finger down from the top of her breasts, down her linea alba and into her navel.

Zara's navel was an outie with knots and twists in the center. As her slender finger slid itself into her belly button, she began to let out cries of pleasure. Her finger dug deep into her outie, wriggling left right and center. Her ribs exposed themselves while the top of her shaven mound became visible. After quite a bit of in-and-out digging, Zara pulled her outie out of her hole, exposing her umbilical stalk by quite a distance. She let it go and it slipped back into her body with a moist slap. Her belly jolted and her eyebrows and head threw themselves back but still her orgasm would not come.

Zara let her long, skinny arms fall to her sides as a transparent tube-like tentacle emerged from the soil, attached itself to her outie and began to suck on it with tremendous force. Zara repeatedly watched her outie being sucked in and out with wide eyes until finally her stalk came out with a popping sound still attached to her center. It was elongated a good 5-6 cm as another smaller,slender tentacle inside the tube began to massage and lubricate her rich, light-brown umbilical cord.

Zara's small, portly breasts were expanding and contracting rapidly. Her nipples were rock-hard while her chest was heaving with exhilaration..

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Sabhina Bindra and her brothers Rohit and Mohan had enjoyed watching the meteor shower, though fact that it hadn't been forecast by the local university was a cause for mild concern. Over the course of two nights, the sporadic light show had been lovely, enough that Sabhina wished her parents were still alive to have seen it. The meteor shower was a nice distraction from the hard business of running the family farm on Delporte.

The farm was a long way from Delporte Down, and the Delporte star system itself was a long way from anywhere interesting. The family farm was on a small hill, surrounded by rice paddies filled with MonSan-Yutani G6 Variety Basmati, which fetched a high price among the gourmands in the core worlds.

On the second night, the satellite network had gone down, and the local Panchayat had activated the local militia. Rohit unpacked the two old hunting lasers from the storage locker, along with their bulky power packs. One he loaded on the hover jeep, and the other he handed to Mohan. Though six years younger than his sister, Mohan was still a young man, which counted more in local minds than her seniority. After dinner, Rohit departed for the nearby market town, wearing his militia khakis and a ballistic helmet. Sabhina felt like they would not see him again.

Still, the meteors fell, and on the third night the things arrived. When the sun went down, the sound of fighting started. Weapons fire echoed down the valley and along the horizon dim flashes of light could be seen. Mohan, brave youth that he was, grabbed the half-charged hunting laser and moved a chair to the veranda, where he could easily see the entire farmstead in the dim light of stars. Sabhina, tired from a long day of work, bathed and went to bed early, laying with the window open. In the warm, humid night, she could hear the distant thumps of battle mix with the monotonous chugging of the agbots working out in the muddy paddies. Her rich, brown skin was dappled with beads of perspiration, making the filmy white cotton cling to her youthful body, which the local boys lustfully compared to a voluptuous temple statue. Sabhina drifted off to troubled dreams.

On the veranda, Mohan watched the horizon with concern. Eventually the sounds tapered off to nothing, the flashes subsided, and even the lights of the faraway town were dark. Though the stars themselves provided some light, it still felt very dark indeed. Hearing a splash in a nearby paddy, Mohan raised the hunting laser to his shoulder, and peered through the scope. In the grainy green view, he saw a muddy paddy disturbed by motion, and one of the agbots turned on its side. "Damn it", he blurted, slinging the rifle and descending to the dirt pathway. The agbots were good substitutes for field hands, but they suffered mishaps distressingly often.

Mohan worked his way out to the agbot, looking periodically through the scope. Nothing but mud. Set on his task, the teenage boy worked his way through the sucking mud, sinking knee deep as he walked. Suddenly, he heard something moving behind him. Whirling in place, he brought the laser to his hip and fired a quick blast. The loud pop of the laser was followed by mud flashing to steam, spattering him with hot mud. Mohan turned to look around him, but saw nothing. Looking back at the steam, he had barely enough time to see the tentacled wormlike horror lunge out of the darkness before it struck him. His cry of terror was suddenly cut short.

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Sabhina woke with a start, but as she listened to the night she heard nothing but comfortingly monotonous machine noises. Eyes closing again, she attempted to will herself back to sleep. She was unaware of the thin sensory tendrils which slid through the open window and surveyed her voluptuous form with growing hunger. Quietly, a third tentacle entered through the window. Reaching the air above her face, a puckered orifice at the end of the tentacle quietly opened, dripping gelatinous goo. When the first drop struck Sabhina's forehead, she opened her eyes. Before she could even scream, the tentacle spat copious amounts into her face. The disgusting slime hit her in the eyes, nose, and mouth - blinding her, and making it difficult to breathe. The young woman rolled from her bed, screaming now in terror and groping along the familiar floor of her bedroom. "Where is Mohan?" she wondered with a small part of her brain, "am I going to die now?". Behind her, a hideous worm-like thing slithered its full bulk into her Sabhina's room through the window, pushing furniture aside carelessly as it coiled and waited for the venom to take full effect.

The screaming girl found a wall and immediately turned to put her back to it. Wiping her eyes, she realized she could dimly make out the outlines of the creature now attacking her. It was several meters long and thick around as a man's torso. The body was covered with small armored segments, and was a dark brown from the thin coating of paddy mud that still clung to it. The end facing Sabhina was pink and soft looking, the color and texture reminding her of nothing more than her own womanly core... Sabhina had spent many nights exploring herself and finding pleasure. This hideous creature, all pulsing tendrils and slime-dripping orifices, was the same velvety pink color. The creature appeared to be watching her, myriad tentacles of all shapes and sizes waving gently like a sea anemone. It was waiting for something, but what?

Sabhina's scream died down to whimper as she realized that there was no escaping this, and no help was coming to her. She felt calmer somehow... calmer, and warmer. And tingly. What was happening to her? All of Sabhina's limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as though belonging to someone else. But her skin felt as though it was on fire. The cotton nightie she wore, coated with both her sweat and the creature's slime, clung to her full breasts. Her chocolate-colored nipples rose prominently under the thin fabric, iron-hard and painfully sensitive to the fabric. Sabhina ineffectually tugged at the nightie, seeking relief. Eventually, she managed to struggle free of it and her panties, now soaked with her feminine secretions. Sabhina's flower was similarly sensitive and flowed freely with the fluids of arousal.

All the while, the creature simply waited as the beautiful Indian woman struggled to disrobe and to make sense of what was happening to her body. Eventually, Sabhina simply lay on the floor, propped up against the wall, wide-eyed with fear and panting with sexual arousal. The worm slid slowly forward, extending numerous tendrils greedily towards the nearly helpless woman. Gently stroking first her feet and lower legs, it pulled her towards its center. Sabhina slid down to the floor as it moved above her. Tentacles extended towards the rest of her, coating her with more of the slimy goo.

Sabhina gasped with sudden pleasure as the tentacles slowly circled her full breasts, forcing her hardened nipples up even higher. The small chocolate peaks disappeared inside the small mouths of tentacles, which suckled gently on them. Electric thrills raced through her body, meeting at her core. Sabhina arched her back with joy, and tentacles used the opportunity to circle her torso and lift her slightly. Other tendrils extended up her back, eventually encircling her neck. Squeezing gently, they now controlled the flow of blood to her brain, and began skillfully manipulating this. Even before moving to her inflamed clitoris and lips, the creature was thoroughly in control. Sabhina gasped and quivered helplessly near orgasm, being forced near the edge of consciousness and back again several times before the worm tired of the sadistic foreplay.

From the center of the thing's "face", a larger tentacle, reinforced with cartilaginous ridges and surrounded by a waving frill of tendrils, bent down between Sabhina's coffee-brown thighs, which were caressed and held apart by thin but strong tentacles. The end of the tentacle paused in front of Sabhina's mound, thin pink tendrils winding through her thick black pubic hair. The tendrils twisted around her engorged clitoris, tickling, tugging, and stroking it. Sabhina first yelped, and then began to mutter incoherently in Hindi, when she felt the small tendrils ease her lips apart and push deep into her core.

The thing's penis, if it could be called that, eased itself inside her, moving a couple of inches inside, withdrawing half that distance, and repeating. As it worked itself deep into her vagina, she could feel the ridges and tendrils striking her velvety walls in ways no man could duplicate. Though living on a farm with a conservative family, Sabhina had experimented with both men and women as she had matured. This was unlike anything she had ever felt. She was dimly aware of a second, smaller phallus easing its way into her anus. It pushed it, brief pain swiftly turning to pleasure in the time it took for Sabhina to grunt with the discomfort. The alien cocks pistoned in and out with a regular rhythm, rapidly matched by the involuntary rise and fall of Sabhina's generous hips. Expelling more of the clear slime as it went, the worm slowly fucked Sabhina out of her mind. She moaned helplessly as the orgasm took her in waves, leaving her entire body on fire and shaking.

At her feet, the worm began to shake and shudder slightly at the front end. All of the pink tendrils, soft, vulnerable, and dripping slime began to slowly withdraw inside the creature's hulking body, dragging the exhausted Sabhina with them. Still shaking and gasping in ecstasy, her legs slowly disappeared inside the worm. As her wide hips and thighs reached the things maw, it lifted slightly to allow her passage. Sabhina's swollen breasts, still wrapped in tendrils, erect nipples still being teased and suckled upon, pressed together and upwards. Glistening and coated with slime, the full mounds slid easily into the things maw.

The last and most powerful orgasm started in her womb, great shuddering contractions of pleasure that made it hard for her to breathe. Sabhina emitted weak, high pitched squeaks as she shook helplessly in the throes of orgasmic agony. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her limbs shook uselessly, twined throughout the many pink tentacles of the alien worm. Eventually, her already muddled consciousness faded into a white blur, as she lost track of time, space, and sense of self. Dimly aware of her head vanishing into the humid darkness of the worm's interior, Sabhina lost her sanity. Nothing was left to her now but the pleasure, and she felt her mind come apart.

Nobody was there to see Sabhina's arms vanish into the orifice, still shaking as her hands lovingly caressed the tiny tendrils that twined among her fingers, and none witnessed her long, slime-coated hair disappear into the worm's tentacle-frilled maw. Her consumption complete, the worm's soft pink tentacles withdrew completely inside it, leaving only a blunt cone of leathery integument. The giant creature turned slowly around, and slid its bulk back out into the night. The human woman inside it was still alive, comatose but still weakly emitting the telepathic pleasures that had drawn the creature in the first place. She would remain alive until the creature was able to return to its masters, at which time the human woman would serve to radiate pleasure to the masters.

It was a good hunt.

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As Maya struggled to come to term with the giant beast before her bound and half-nude form, the gigantic bulk of the spider quickly shrank before her into a more seductive form. Lo and behold the spider’s upper torso had gradually transformed itself into a slender form of a an attractive dark-haired woman. With full, blood-red lips, pale blue eyes and a slinky black, see-through dress the queen formed more than just an attractive visage.

Meanwhile as Maya moaned in shock against the webbing gagging her, the queen slowly began to move its way towards her. Whilst being captured, half her clothes had been torn off, revealing the siren’s large, luscious, breasts. Down below, her trousers were ripped towards her ankles, revealing her shaven nether regions, which included a fully shaved pussy and a bare bottom aching to be molested.

Abruptly, the queen placed her cold clammy hands against the bound siren’s cheeks, ripped off her mouth gag and quickly thrust her tongue into her prey’s mouth. Moaning in shock, Maya struggled against her captor, but as the queen’s tongue molested and raped her own, her cries of protest quickly turned into moans of pleasure as she began to be mesmerized by the queen’s hypnotic stare. Saliva still dripping between the two mouths, the queen quickly tore off her own torso to reveal breasts equaling her preys’ in size, only colder and slightly paler but no less turned on as her nipples indicated.

Swiftly moving her body into her prey, as the queen’s breasts quashed against the helpless siren’s nude tits, Maya’s body received a quick jolt as the queen’s body temperature was far lower than she expected.

As the queen’s one hand yanked the siren’s hair back to increase the volume of tongue thrusting in her victim’s mouth, her other hand moved to cover her victim’s deep t-shaped navel. Using her powers to open a hole in her palm, she quickly placed her palm over her victim’s navel, providing a passage for her delightful, pet, the navel insectoid a path to enter its latest victim. As the queen finally moved her palm and tongue away from Maya’s body, Maya looked down to see the creature forcing its way into her navel, thrashing its tale against her smooth, naked abomen before finally vanishing into the depths of her belly. The sight of her helpless navel, further caused the siren to become sexually aroused, signaling the beginning of a massive orgasm as her pussy began to grow damp amidst the dry webbing.

The coup de gras remained however. Aroused by the sight of her helpless prey, the queen quickly flipped the bound siren on her back, before revealing her weapon of choice. From the depths of the queen’s nether regions arose a large, stiff 10-inch cock which Maya apprehensively observed. Still feeling the effects of her captor’s previous exertions on her body, Maya struggled in vain against the webbing holding her body in place, as she pleaded for mercy with those wide, blue eyes, still moaning in fear against her newly-reinstated web-gag.

The queen was in an insatiable mood though. Licking her lips, she quickly snapped the webbing around Maya’s thighs before thrusting her massive member deep within Maya’s exposed vagina. The instantaneous pleasure experienced by both women rocked the cave with the loudest moans the dwelling had observed. Completely sheathed inside her prey, the queen began to rock Maya back and forth on her cock, before the monstress revealed two tentacles that were slowly heading towards Maya’s mouth and asshole. Knowing what was to come, Maya, screamed in a haze of pleasure and fear as the queen’s cock rocked its way into her cervix and finally her womb, while one tentacle tore away the webbing around her ass and thrust itself into the helpless siren’s undisturbed asshole, thrusting back and forth with a deluge of slushing sounds. The other tentacle ripped its webbing off of Maya’s mouth and before the siren could let out a scream, the tentacle had worked its way past her voluptuous lips and down her throat, forcing the siren’s moist blue lips to absorb her gag reflex and suck the nectar coming in from the tentacle.

The icing on the cake was Maya’s navel, which had been flooded with white webbing and the queen was now fingering vigourously with her long, slender fingers till the queen heard a squelching sound and gradually withdrew her wet, dripping finger from her victim’s navel which had been flooded with liquefied webbing inside. The queen stroked her wet finger all across Maya’s naked body, from her nipples to her abdomen down to her pubic area, leaving a trail of liquid webbing from the navel all across her victim’s naked body. As the siren’s naked, curvy body was rapidly fucked in all three orifices, juices splashing out from all 3 regions, Maya let out a massive muffled scream against her captor’s protrusions, as she finally arched her back and came forth with a flood of cum flowing down her thighs from her nether regions, her body spasming in shock and pleasure..

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Maria entered the locker room completely exhausted from her 4-hour match against Gisela Dulko. After a lengthy 5th set tiebreak, Gisela got the better of her in the end. Dejected she looked around the locker room. It was completely deserted since today had been the final and Dulko had just left. The place looked somewhat eerie without the usual humdrum.

She was wearing a blue Nike skirt with a matching visor and a white blouse with rolled up sleeves. As Maria laid her head against the cold steel, she let out one of her sexy grunts of frustration, angry with herself. Eyes closed, she took of her visor and undid her hair bun, letting her flowing, blonde hair fall to her chest. Next, she took off her shoes and slipped off her socks after much effort since they were practically glued to her feet. She took off her skirt and top, revealing light blue bra and panties. As she looked down, her pale European skin glistened with sweat, most of which dripped down onto her thighs and bare feet, though some of it made its way into her shallow outie.

Maria stepped onto the cold tiles of the shower bare foot and nude. She turned on the shower and felt the cold water washing away all of her disappointment and grief. As she stood there with her eyes closed, she gave herself a wry smile, and dipped her finger into her wet and shallow outie. Maria sexily pushed her wet hair back behind her head with both hands.

As soon as Maria opened her eyes, she thousands of web strands began emerging from the walls and began wrapping themselves around the naked Russian’s body. Several strands tightly wound themselves around her long, slender legs, whisking her off her feet. Simultaneously, other strands wrapped themselves around her wrists and then around her ankles leaving her tied mid-air in a hogtied position. Even more webbings attached themselves to her torso until eventually her entire body was wrapped in webbing save for her navel, which was sensually folded in the middle and exposed to the outside air.

Inside her cocoon, Maria thrashed vigorously against the webbing but the material was just too strong. She swung her head side to side, searching for an opening. Frightened and with a wide-eyed desperate look on her face, Maria screamed her lungs out but once again, it turned out useless since her mouth had been gagged with extra webbing, leaving a bit between her teeth. Her medium-sized breasts swelled against the fabric of the web causing her nipples to stand erect and become clearly visible on the outside.

After a while, Maria felt something squirming into her folded navel. She looked down to see a tiny, white slug with an open hole for a head slowly thrust itself into her outie, leaving behind clear slime and contrails on the outer rim of her belly button. Instead of feeling fearful, however Maria felt turned on and began forcefully urging the creature inside her mind to thrust deeper. “MMMH! Deeper!” As if the creature was reading her mind, it moved a few inches inside her navel, rubbing its deposit and its body against the inner linings of Maria’s belly button. This caused the worm’s victim to react sharply.

Maria let out another feminine grunt and arched her head upward, gulping. Momentarily closing her eyes, Maria looked down to see two things. One, the worm had almost disappeared completely into her innards, leaving only the tip of its tail flailing out of Maria’s outie. Two, her thighs and mound were shining with what was definitely NOT her sweat. Thighs clenched tight, Maria felt the creature finally latch onto the umbilical center in her womb and begin suction. The motion of her thighs, repeated orgasms, her grunts of pleasure and arousal all distracted her from the arrival of another creature into her prison.

Once, her thighs and vagina stopped clenching and unclenching, Maria opened her eyes to see yet another creature make its way towards her mouth. It was black, was a few centimeters in length and had many soft calipers as legs. Maria looked at the creature with a terrified expression as it gently crawled its way through the upper webbing, dropped on her wet, pulsating breasts and climbed its way to her neck. Maria sensed she knew what was about to happen but far from resisting it; Maria resigned herself to her fate. Staring deeply into the tiny green pockmark of light glowing on the creature’s head, Maria entered a semi-hypnotic state as she felt two of the creature’s calipers gently but forcefully clench her neck. The young woman found it increasingly difficult to breathe until she finally yielded and opened her mouth and nose to breathe.

Seizing its opportunity, the creature clambered into Maria’s mouth. Finally emerging from her hypnosis and finally beginning to see what was going to happen, Maria closed her mouth with the creature still half-inside her mouth. Maria thrashed her head back and forth, to and fro, her blonde hair swaying all over the place, but it was no use – the creature was too far in. It’s many tails thrashed in concert with the motion of its prey’s head. Using the moistness on Maria’s thin, pink lips as lubrication the creature slithered into Maria’s mouth with no more than a quiet *slush*sound and wrapped itself round her tongue. The change was apparent as Maria’s muffled screams and the sound of the creature’s swaying tentacles turned into erotic moans of pleasure and occasional yelps of surprise as Maria suckled the insect’s surprisingly smooth and plastic body with her lips. The insect’s tentacles lazily swung back and forth like an octopus, as if it knew its prey was bound and helpless in its clutches. “MMMHH!..mmmh…mmh……mm…………..”, she screamed till her moans finally died down and only her hips bucked back and forth. After a while, when the orgasms forced her into unconsciousness, the creature slipped down her throat.

Maria threw her head back once more. But unlike before, the movements were not her own. She thrust her legs apart in the cocoon with ease and rigidity as if she was being controlled by another entity. She looked down towards her legs, watching her final doom approach.

Perched right above her exposed, smooth mound was another black insect, exactly the same as before. Tantalizingly, it moved this way and that till it finally crawled its way headfirst into Maria’s vagina. The athlete’s thighs and calves reacted instinctively..

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“Damn it all, where the hell are you…” cursed Lara under her breath as she wound her way past a tricky ledge. She’d already warned her sherpa three times since they entered the cave system to stay close to her. She wasn’t so worried about herself, but the last thing she wanted was the blood of a young girl on her hands when she went back to the village. It was going to be hard enough getting a few stolen relics past their watchful eyes, let alone having to explain how one of their most beautiful daughters got her dumb self skewered on some trip stick or eaten by a giant rat.

She was just considering whistling for the girl when the tunnel abruptly opened up and she found herself standing at the entrance of a large room. More so, it was lighted by torches which appeared to have been lit a while. This was not good. To make matters worse, her sherpa was nowhere to be seen.

“Right…” she mumbled, setting down her own torch and drawing her pistols. Cautiously she made her way into the center of the room, which appeared to be some form of temple. At the very middle was a large raised stone diesis, and encircling all four walls were ornate tapestries. Lara had seen places like it before, but the subject matter sewn into the wall coverings gave her pause. The designs showed hundreds of male and female figures, all in what was obviously various states of sexual ecstasy. Some of the figures were engaged in recognizable positions, but the majority were coupled with an odd female figure with what appeared to be long, thin antennae protruding from her head. It was those figures that held the most profound expressions of pleasure, and Lara silently swallowed.

The artwork alone would have been enough to get her blood flowing, but the cave system was also stiflingly hot and humid as well. It also didn’t help that she had been without the touch of a lover for some three weeks now, which for her, was quite a dry spell. Moving closer to one wall, she examined the heavy fabric more closely. The detail was astounding, and she made a mental note to ask in the village for the name of the craftsman. She also had a chance to get a better look at the figures, which did nothing for her raging libido. She was so caught up in the work that she failed to notice the two feather-light tendrils that reached out from behind her and with a snake-like striking motion, landed squarely on each of her temples.

Something akin to an electric shock instantly coursed through Lara’s body. She was able to get off one quick gasp before all her muscles went rigid and she was frozen like a statue. Her mind however was unaffected, and was free to lapse into panic and confusion as she stood there, doing nothing more than staring forward at the erotic tapestries, her weapons held uselessly at her sides.

Seconds passed, and she slowly felt a minimal amount of control returning to her body. She could breath again, and her eyes seemed to be able to blink and move. Behind her she heard something that sounded like a soft purring, and then the slow scuffling of footsteps. Then, to her left appeared a woman. Lara let her eyes track the female, her mouth still locked open in the paralysis, as she moved quietly around until she was standing directly before her, smiling. Had Lara been able to, she would have either used her guns, or run pell-mell from the room. The woman was an exact match of the strange female imbedded in the tread of the tapestries, complete with the long antennae, which, to Lara’s great dismay, were seemingly affixed to her own head, just as on so many of the helpless victims depicted all over the walls of the room.

<You are not like the others the village has sent me,> said a voice in her head. The language was unfamiliar to Lara, but that did not seem to hinder her understanding it. A soft euphoria was slowly filling the tomb raider’s mind, making it more and more difficult to concentrate. It also masked the alien presence that was gradually snaking its way into her subconsciousness, growing like tree roots into her thoughts and memories… And her will. <You are from far away, but no matter. You are still very beautiful, and so wonderfully strong. I shall feast on you for a very long time.>

With that, Lara suddenly had the compulsion to take a step back. She knew that the idea wasn’t her own, and she resisted it, confused that she felt suddenly so weak in the presence of the strange woman. Since she could do little more than move her eyes, she took in her mental captor and instantly wished that she hadn’t. She wore no clothing or adornment, save for her hair, which was braided into strands going from front to back. Her body would be considered attractive by almost any standard, and she possessed a youthfulness that made one instantly think of sexual ripeness. It was in the way she stood, and her lust filled eyes as they looked on at her as though she were some sweetened morsel to be devoured. Her lips were full and dee

p red; a color that matched perfectly with her olive skin. Those lips were curled into a devilish, slightly lopsided knowing grin, and Lara found herself sweating.
She also found that she had taken that step back, and that the woman was matching her. She felt herself taking another step, and she sighed in confusion.
<That’s it, child,> coaxed the voice softly in her mind. <You can not resist. You are mine now. Relax…> At the last word, Lara felt her muscles becoming weak. She still couldn’t move them of her own accord, but they were no longer tense and rigid. Instead, she felt a certain laxness creeping in from her extremities. Her fingers grew loose on her weapons until she could no longer hold their weight and they fell with a clatter to the floor. At the same time, her left foot met the edge of the diesis. A moment later her right followed suit and she suddenly felt herself loosing balance.

<Sit,> the woman commanded, and almost without resistance, Lara’s knees went limp and she dropped onto her backside with a thud. She was now sitting on the topmost platform in the room.

<Yes, that’s right. You feel my touch, don’t you…> Looking up at the supple female before her, she realized that she did feel what the other was calling her “touch.” But it was so much more than simple contact. It was as though the other was caressing her mind, her flesh, from the inside out. Wonderful pleasure flowed through her, coursing up and down her spine in slow waves. Panting, Lara fought against the feelings that were creeping into her mind. Sexuality seemed to flow from the female before her, and the tomb raider surprisingly found that she was reacting to it.

“N-n-nooooo…” the soft moan escaped from Lara’s lips as more and more of her muscles turned to putty. As hard as she tried to resist, she felt herself slowly reclining, as though the force of gravity were suddenly tripled. For a few moments, she lost sight of her captor, but then her panic redoubled as she felt the young woman sliding her naked form up along her own.

<Oh yes, sweet. Fight if you wish, but the end shall be the same for you. You shall be taken like the others, slowly pleasured into your moments. And each shall be greater than the last as your soul is taken bit by bit into my own. In the end, you will die very happily, I assure you.> With that, her right hand pinned Lara’s left to the ground while her left slipped over her bare belly under her tank top. Instantly, sparks of arousal spiraled out from her belly and she gasped, desperately fighting to control her limp body.

The other’s digits slipped downward until they brushed under the edge of her shorts, but lingered only a moment before beginning work on the clasp. As Lara helplessly stared into the face of the woman, her lower garment was worked open and those same warm fingers slid sensuously down over the soft bush of her mons.
Sweet ecstasy caused Lara to snap her head back. Just shy of bliss, her breath caught in short gasps as she was teased right to the brink before the fingers moved away from the sensitive flesh and crept back up her torso. With the tomb raider still panting, the woman of the tapestries wasted not a moment but pushed her fingers under the tank top, drawing it up as she went. Lara felt her nipples crinkle with arousal as they were exposed to the warm air of the cave. She also felt a hot flush of lust wash through her, knowing that the woman was staring down at her bare chest.

<Such lovely morsels you have brought to me…> said the other as her left hand slipped up and over Lara’s breast, cupping her and capturing her swollen nipple between her index and ring fingers. Sharp, almost painful waves of pleasure washed through her mind, completely wiping away any thought of escape that the tomb raider still possessed. What was left was an aching confusion, and an almost unbearable desire for more.

<Do not worry, child. I shall not leave you wanting for long. Here, let me ease your longing…> Suddenly, Lara’s other nipple was enveloped in soft wet flesh which swirled and teased the blood-hardened nub with slick sweetness until it was literally pulsing to the beat of her heart. Incredible pleasure swarmed out like molten fire through her veins and grew and grew until she felt the nauseous grip of orgasm collecting again between her spread thighs. The sensations built and built until all at once Lara’s world tumbled into rapture. On and on the ecstasy held her until her body remembered to breath once again and she was forced back into the present. In her mind, the ever caressing roots of the beautiful woman atop her had edged a little bit deeper, wrapping around that much more of her will to resist.

<There. That wasn’t so terrible, now was it? You need not resist, child. It will only get better each time. Let me show you…>
Once again the soft wetness settled over her nipple, this time sucking and nipping. the other hand moved languidly down off her chest and belly and then inched down into the raider’s lap. The woman’s fingers had only just slipped into her very slick folds when another blast of ecstasy pushed her into nothingness.
This time it was even harder to come back to the here, and even when she did, she could feel the other’s fingers slowly exploring her sweetness, beginning the seduction all over again. And Lara was helpless to resist as she was quickly edged toward yet another orgasm which she knew would bring her that much closer to oblivion.
And then, abruptly, there was searing pain and she found herself screaming. The fact that she had her full voice back did not even enter into her mind for several minutes, at which time she briefly lapsed into unconsciousness. When she awoke, she was staring up into the face of her young sherpa. The girl had a very worried look on her face.
It took Lara a few more moments to gather the energy to raise herself up into a sitting position. When she looked to the girl, she saw that she was holding a club. Then she glanced to her left and saw the sprawled body of the woman from the tapestries.
“Wha…?” She started. The girl interrupted her.
“Are you alright Miss Croft,” she asked.

“Good question,” answered Lara pulling her shirt down over her still pulsing nipples and then reaching for the zipper of her shorts. As she stood and adjusted herself she found that she was staring at the odd woman with the antennae. She realized that she was staring at her with a profound sense of lust.
“I think we should be leaving, Miss,” chimed the girl, breaking the tomb raider out of a slight trance. “Before Xochiquetzal wakes,” she added as a matter of explanation.
Lara shook her head to clear the feelings that still buzzed around in her mind and looked to her sherpa. The girl was staring at the woman on the floor. Lara’s eyes dropped to the young woman’s covered chest and saw that her own nipples were quite visibly aroused.
“Yes… Yes, perhaps we had better.”

As the teen led her back out of the cave system, Lara thought that she might have an answer to another lingering problem. She decided that it might not be a bad idea to spend a few extra nights at the village to “recover.” She was pretty certain that her sherpa could guide her in that respect as well.

Lara Croft pays the price for breaking her rule about working alone. The girl from the nearby village was eager enough to act as her sherpa and show her to the temple, which should have been a warning sign right off. Every other female for forty miles nearly ran her out at the merest mention of the Azunite relics she was seeking. Something it seemed was causing anyone who had anything to do with the ancient place to vanish. Now, helpless and quickly loosing her will to resist, Lara knew that it had been the girl herself who had been luring in victims for the erotic god she had accidentally uncovered. And as she shuddered into yet another orgasm, it now looked as though she herself would end up missing as well...

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Sabhina Bindra and her brothers Rohit and Mohan had enjoyed watching the meteor shower, though fact that it hadn't been forecast by the local university was a cause for mild concern. Over the course of two nights, the sporadic light show had been lovely, enough that Sabhina wished her parents were still alive to have seen it. The meteor shower was a nice distraction from the hard business of running the family farm on Delporte.

The farm was a long way from Delporte Down, and the Delporte star system itself was a long way from anywhere interesting. The family farm was on a small hill, surrounded by rice paddies filled with MonSan-Yutani G6 Variety Basmati, which fetched a high price among the gourmands in the core worlds.