Dakon's Vore Stories (Mainly F/F, some M/F, F/M and others)

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Dakon's Vore Stories (Mainly F/F, some M/F, F/M and others)

Postby Dakon » Thu May 03, 2018 11:22 pm

Alright, First Vore story. Wanted to know what you people thought. Fandom is Life is Strange.
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Chloe Price and Rachel Amber sat in the bed of the former’s pickup truck. A blanket the only thing separating them from the rusted metal. The truck was parked on the edge of Arcadia Bay’s Junkyard, they found themselves staring at the broken remains of a school bus as they considered their current problem.

That problem being, Rachel had run away from home. She had good reason to at least, her family had lied to her her entire life. Rose, the woman she thought was her mother, turned out to not be her biological mother at all. Her actual father had been her father’s mistress, who he later kicked out and threatened to kill if she ever came near her. Naturally after that Chloe told her the truth, there was no way Rachel could return to her house.

The original plan had been to move in with her biological mother, but then she had disappeared. Maybe she got cold feet, maybe Rachel’s father had threatened her. Whatever the reason, she wasn’t around.

Which left them with their current problem. Rachel had no place to go, no place to live.

“I could move in.” Rachel suggested.

Chloe smiled but shook her head. “I don’t think my mom or the stepdouche will be okay with me having a live in girlfriend. We could get married. Sure it wouldn’t be legal yet. But my mother might be okay with it.”

Rachel stared at her. “Is that really how you’re going to purpose to me.”

Chloe smirked “What?”

Rachel smiled back as she shoved Chloe playfully “It wouldn’t work anyways. My dad’s a Lawyer, he could make your family’s life legal hell if he wanted to.”

“So what are we going to do?” Chloe asked as she sat there, feeling helpless. She couldn’t let her girlfriend go homeless, but she couldn’t think of a way to help her. Nethier of them had the money to get an apartment.

Rachel perked up, suddenly struck by an idea.

“You...could eat me.” She suggest hesistantly

Chloe stared at her in disbelief. “What.”

“You know...with your whole condition.” Rachel said.

Chloe had a rather odd condition, not one she talked often. Her mouth, throat and stomach can stretch to insane degrees. Chloe once showed off to Rachel by swallowing a whole watermelon.

Rachel now looked at Chloe eagerly, like she wanted to be eaten.

“But...you would die. You know, digestion and all that.” Chloe said slowly, confused that Rachel would even bring it up.

“Not really.” Rachel was dismissive “I would just become part of you. Quickest way to the heart is through the Stomach and all that. You would just become Chloe Amber.”

As if on cue, Chloe’s stomach let out a low but noticeable rumble. It had been a while since they’d eaten.

Rachel smirked in amusement. “Oh, looks like your stomach’s already decided.”

Chloe gave it some thought. She had never really thought of eating another person before, she had occasionally thought of eating her friend Max when they were kids, but that would have been as a joke, and Chloe never went through with it anyways.

Now that Chloe thought about it, something inside her clicked, a predatory instinct she never knew she had boiled to the surface. The things she found attractive about Rachel, her long hair, her piercing green eyes, her incredibly sexy body, where now making her hungry as well.

She also couldn’t deny she loved the idea of Rachel being utterly hers. She wouldn’t have to share her with anyone else. She would be completely hers.

Still, Chloe was beset by doubts.How much she wanted to control someone she cared about deeply was actually a bit disturbing.

“Are you sure?” Chloe said nervously “Once you go in, you’re food ”

“I’m sure.” Rachel seemed supremely confident now.

At that, Chloe Price leaned back casually, arms behind her head.

“Alright, Lunch.” Chloe said, smiling the whole time “Take off your clothes, I want to inspect the meat first.”

“Yes ma’am.” Amber giggled as she began taking off her clothes and accessories. Starting with her blue feather earing, which she handed to Chloe.

“Leave the panties on.” The bluenette said suddenly “Everything else comes off.”

Something about leaving that last little bit off made the whole thing more appealing.

Rachel pulled more and more off until she was almost completely naked.

Chloe looked over her girlfriend-meal with an appreciative, and hungry eye. Something had changed within her, she wasn’t sure if she could stop now even if Rachel asked her to.

She grabbed rachel by the hair and tugged her closer. Then she grabbed her left breast, making an effect to look like she was inspecting it. Making it clear to her girl what she was now, meat.

“Hmm, acceptable.” Chloe said, faking a displeased tone. “I would have preferred one with a little more meat on them but you’ll do.”

Rachel giggled.

Chloe broke character and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I love you.” Chloe Price said

“I love you too.” Rachel Amber.

“Alright, in you go.”Chloe opened her mouth wide and shove Rachel’s head in.

Chloe groaned in delight. Rachel was by far the best thing she had ever tasted, nothing even came close.

Chloe closed her lips around her neck, giving Rachel’s breasts a playful honk before stuffing them in.

Rachel offered no resistance as Chloe pulled more and more of her in.

When she was about to her chest, Chloe grabbed Rachel’s legs and lifted them up and the air. She watched the clear blue sky above as she shoved what remained of Rachel down her gullet.

With one last powerful swallow, Rachel Amber disappeared from the world.

Chloe sat in the Truck bed, admiring her now gigantic belly. Having another person inside her had ballooned her stomach to a massive size, her shirt was ripping, as where her pants, and she had let the rachel-bulge sit between her legs just to get comfortable.

Chloe sighed with pleasure as she rubbed her stomach. She had never felt so comfortably full.

“You were a good friend and wonderful girlfriend.” Chloe said contently “But you were far better as a meal. You belong in there, thank you for helping me see that.”

Rachel said something, any meaning in her words lost between her flesh and the gurgling of her stomach. Not that Chloe cared anymore, the girl was so much food in her belly now.

After a few minutes of sitting there, rubbing her belly. Chloe had a realization.

There was no way she could stop now. She needed to have more,maybe not today but should we be hungry again eventually. There would never be another Rachel Amber, but there were plenty of other people out there that would taste almost out as good.

Chloe was tempted to just switch to an all person diet. After all they were all just meals waiting to happen for her now.

She pulled out a pen and paper from the backset and laid them on her stomach. This was going to require a bit of thinking, ahead.

First things first. Men, women or both?

After some thought, Chloe decided to stick an all female diet, something about the idea of eating a man just felt unappealing to her. Thankfully Blackwell academy had plenty of female students.

First person that came to mind was Victoria Chase. The mental image of that bitch struggling inside her, her face and chest pressing against the inside of Chloe’s stomach. It was practically making Chloe hungry again already.

“Stella Hill, Kate Marsh, Juliet Watson.” Chloe began listing off, playing with the feather earing in one hand as she wrote. “Rose Amber, doormat doesn’t deserve to share the same space with Rachel but what can you do. Ms. Grant, Alyssa Anderson; A bit big but she’d make a good dinner. Steph Gingrich might be fun for a date or two beforehand. Dana Ward, Brooke Scott...Maybe I could get one of her cameras on her. See if I can get an internal view. Courtney Wagner and Dana Ward. Bit thin on their own but maybe together for a little Vortex Club feast. Mom...Maybe. I love her, but those thighs of her would be wonderful on mine. Max Caulfield”

Chloe paused. She hadn’t seen Max in years. Max had been her first friend, her only friend. She had moved away shortly after Chloe’s dad died. Max was special, special in a way not even Rachel had been.

“No not her.” Chloe said as she crossed off the last name. She wanted Max, badly even. But not like that. Max was a friend, not food.

Still, looking at her list, she had a pretty good menu.

Content with her choices, the new apex predator of Arcadia Bay laid down to rest, rubbing her stomach as she drifted off to sleep.
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Re: Dakon's Vore Stories (Mainly F/F)

Postby Dakon » Fri Mar 04, 2022 10:44 am

Ah yes, nothing like returning to this nearly five years later but I was in a written mood, Fandom is Assassin's Creed Odyssey. Mention of child vore though no actual child vore takes place.
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The Devouring Misthios

The problem with living on Kephallonia, well there were a lot of problems with living on Kephallonia, the island was a tiny shit hole controlled by crime and filled with rampant corruption and greed. But the biggest problem was that it was an island. The population was limited, you knew who traveled on and off the island for the most part. People rarely just disappeared on this island, even the Cyclops, bastard thug he might be, rarely just had someone vanished. He usually made a scene of killing them.

So when someone disappeared, people asked questions, people looked for them and didn’t give up for a while. Which for someone of Kassandra’s appetites was quite problematic. The hunger had been with her since she had arrived on the island, a hunger for other women, in many senses of the word. While she enjoyed spending the night with other women beneath the sheets, Kassandra got far more enjoyment out of having them in her gut. But she had to be careful with her meals, when they disappeared she had to ensure there was no way anyone would connect them to Kassandra, that no would even think to bother her for the few days she needed to digest her meals. Every meal required careful planning.

Kassandra enjoyed it, the planning, the hunt, the thrill of taking them in the night, using her well-honed muscles to overpower them, the taste as she swallowed them, feeling the women struggling inside her. If Kassandra could, she'd have women for dinner every night.

Problem was she hadn’t been able to successfully hunt for months now, every woman that had looked like possible prey had either moved or become too tricky to reach. She had even considered buying the services of a prostitute and luring them to her hovel but Kassandra didn’t make nearly enough as a Misthios to afford that. For months now the only option Kassandra had had for one of her special meals was the young girl, Phoibe, who Kassandra had been acting as sort of caretaker for ever since her parents died. Now Kassandra had every intention of having a nice Phoibe dinner eventually, she'd often dreamed of feeling the girl struggle against her stomach until she accepted she was nothing more than food, but Kassandra was saving her for when she finally left the island for good, eating her now would raise too many questions. Which had left Kassandra out of options...until she met Odessa.

She had found Odessa in the ruins of this palace, Odysseus's Palace if she and the man who hired Kassandra to come here were to be believed. Odessa claimed Odysseus as an ancestor, a claim Kassandra was skeptical of.

Odessa had many of the traits Kassandra looked for in a meal, right age, small but with some amount of muscles, well tanned. And she had her all alone, on the shore of an island populated by just the two of them. And most importantly, Odessa was not from Kephallonia.

“To be as great as Odysseus, where do I even begin?” Odessa complained, the girl was determined to live up to her namesake.

“You need your own adventure, go somewhere bold and dangerous. And I have just the destination in mind, somewhere many have gone but few have returned.” Kassandra said with a growing smile

“Oh, and what is that?” Odessa questioned eagerly

“My stomach,” Kassandra said as she grabbed Odessa, pulling her close.

“What are you-” Was all Odessa could manage before Kassandra forced her face into her awaiting maw.

In less desperate times Kassandra would have restrained her prey first, she quite enjoyed having her prey bound before devouring them, even covering them with sauce occasionally, though never cooked of course, she needed them alive. Though at this point she was grateful just to have a meal.

To Odessa’s credit, she began fighting back immediately. Struggling and punching at Kassandra even as her head was pushed fully inside Kassandra’s mouth. Of course, Kassandra was taller and stronger than Odessa, so her struggles did little more briefly annoy the Misthos.

Kassandra got to work ripping off Odessa’s clothes, tearing off her black and red tunic with one hand as she swallowed, pushing Odessa’s head into her throat.

She could feel Odessa’s grunt of embarrassment as she was now completely naked.

A few more swallows brought Odessa’s breasts to Kassandra’s lips. They were decent, small but pleasantly firm. Part of Kassandra wishes she could play with them a bit, or coat them in olive oil but she didn't have the time. She could feel Odessa complaining inside her throat, shouting and screaming, and after going so long without a proper meal, Kassandra had no intention of wasting time struggling with an unruly meal.

Kassandra firmly grasped Odessa's (Admittedly pleasantly firm) ass and shoved hard on them until those cheeks were firmly inside her mouth, leaving only Odessa's legs dangling in the ocean air.

Kassandra's stomach grew rapidly as Odessa's head and chest entered it. The girl was already struggling against her fleshy prison even as Kassandra gulped down her tanned legs.

After a few more swallows, Odessa's feet vanished down Kassandra's throat, the girl disappearing from the world, not to be seen again until Kassandra disposed of her a few days later in a pit not far from her house.

For a moment, Kassandra's stomach was a mess as Odessa struggled within her, her face and hands forming impressions in Kassandra's skin, but the stomach was a muscle and like every muscle in Kassandra's body it was well trained. Soon Odessa was overpowered by Kassandra's stomach and was folded and pushed into as tight a space as possible. Kassandra's stomach was distinctly large, like an expecting mother carrying an unusually large number of kids, though the vague outline of Odessa's head and body detracted from that image. Her usual well-defined abs were hidden by her enlarged stomach, but Kassandra knew they would return in time.

Her stomach still shook as Odessa struggled in vain, and Kassandra could hear her muffled screams of protest, but she knew from experience Odessa was done for.

Kassandra took some of Odessa's shredded black and red clothes and wiped the drool off her face with it
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"Hmm, not bad," She remarked as she rubbed her enlarged stomach, "but not remarkable,"

Odessa reminded Kassandra of a well prepared but simple dish, tasty but nothing special. The meal was pleasant one but in a month, Kassandra doubted she would even remember the girl's name.

Kassandra's stomach rumbled slightly as Odessa tried to renew her struggles. Kassandra smacked the outline of Odessa's head in annoyance.

"Settle down," Kassandra chided "you are food now, accept your fate."

To Kassandra it was a simple matter, anything weaker than her or her stomach was clearly food and Kassandra had yet to meet a woman strong enough to resist either.

Long ago, Kassandra had vowed that if she ever found a woman strong enough to escape her stomach, she would make that woman her lover. Kassandra had yet to encounter such a woman though, and as far as she was concerned, every woman she encountered, even those she laid with, were just a meal waiting to happen.

Kassandra returned to the tiny boat that had brought her to the ruins of Odyessus's palace, the tiny thing rocking as Kassandra adjusted to her new weight. Soon she was on her way back to Kephallonia, and the man who hired her in the first place. She could only hope the money he gave her would be enough to get her off the island for good, allow her to travel places where no one would give a second thought if a woman suddenly vanished.
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Postby cassfan1 » Mon Mar 21, 2022 9:31 am

One small problem. In your Life is Strange fic where you wrote, "Her actual father had been her fathers' mistress", it should read, "Her actual mother had been her fathers' mistress", but, other than that, both stories are very good and very well written
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Postby Dakon » Sat May 07, 2022 9:52 pm

The Knight of Avarice: Part 1 (Contains mention of Futa)
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To say Crown Princess Phillipa Canburn was having a bad time would be a most profound understatement. In the past few weeks, she had been ambushed by bandits, saw her loyal servants slaughtered, was captured and enslaved, forced to do whatever labor amused her captors, and subject to constant physical abuse.

Her once regal attire was in tatters and caked with dried mud, she was personally exhausted and bruised, her body aching all over from constant heavy labor. And to make matters worse the bandits who had kidnapped her were preparing to sell her to some nomads who no doubt intended far worse things for her.

For a brief moment Philipa thought things were looking up for her when she heard panicked erupt among the bandits, that brief moment of relief quickly gave way to pure terror as she realized who her would-be "Savior" was. Standing not far from her in the middle of the now ruined bandit camp with her proud Emerald armor, slicing through the bandits like they were so much wheat before the scythe, was the Knight of Avarice. Her slow brutal death at the hands of an uncaring Steppe Lord was now going to be replaced with a far quick death in the guts of the woman before her, her only tomb a chamber pot.

The Knight of Avarice was a figure of terrible legend, stretching back thousands of years depending on the tale. Of course these all weren't the same figure, A Knight of Avarice isn't born, nor are they the result of training, they simply happened. Some random man or woman happens upon the Void Blade, the terrible sword with a blade as black as night without stars, the very same sword that was currently slicing a man in half, gliding through his armor like it didn't even exist.

The blade transformed its wielder, no matter how weak or frail they were before, into knight without peer, a towering figure of strong but lean muscles, able to practically dance in even the heaviest of armors. This skill and strength came at a terrible cost though, it made the Knight hunger for humans, and gave them the ability to consume their fellow man with ease. Tales abound of many a fair maiden who ran afoul of a Knight of Avarice only to disappear into their stomach, their lives amounting to little more than food for the terrible knight. Some knights were people of honor who only ate the wicked, but most were terrible figures whose only interest was coin and their next meal, some even wiping out entire villages, eating the entire population over the course of weeks or in one massive and horrifying feast. Inevitably this hunger would cause the Knight to acquire one too many enemies and then Void Blade would be without a wielder. Sometimes this would last for generations, but inevitably some blacksmith's son or carpenter's daughter would stumble across the Blade and reclaim the mantle of the Knight of Avarice.

From what Philipa heard, the current knight had been around for maybe a decade at most. From what she heard this lady was decidedly average by the standards of her title, working largely as a mercenary, one who was remarkably fair and true to her word. But gods help you if you don't pay her. A few years ago Lord Kirito of the nearby Kaenad Empire had refused to pay the Knight for a job. A few days later Lord Kirito was captured along with his family and he was made to watch as the Knight of Avarice devoured his wife and two daughters.

No one knew her name or where she lived, whoever this woman was, she'd heard of the tales of previous Knights of Avarice and knew how to keep herself alive it seemed.

Had the Knight been hired to rescue her, Philipa would be overjoyed right now. But she knew there was no way in all the eight hells that her father had hired the Knight. Which made her little more than a tied up hog before a ravenous wolf. Her being tied to a post further enhanced that image.

The Knight of Avarice turned her attention to the leader of this collection of Bandits. She called herself the Lord of the Crimson Wastes, a lumbering brute of a woman with long black hair, piercing green eyes and two crude yet brutally effective axes, all clad in thick armor of leather and steel. Armor the Knight of Avarice was currently using her Void Blade to peel like a particularly stubborn potato. It would be insulting to call this a fight, the Lord of Crimsons Wastes was quickly proving she was only adept at ambushes and brutalizing peasants.

Soon the former Bandit Lady Lord was broken upon the ground, brutalized but not dead, most of the female bandits had survived the Knight's attack while all the men were dead.

'Oh, godsdamnit she has a type' Philipa realized with no small horror. No doubt she was saving them for later.

Philipa bit down the part of her that wanted her to scream, her dear departed mother had once told her the gods judged people most for how they acted in their final moments. However tonight ended, she would not die a coward.

Philipa watched with attention as the Knight made her way over to the other slaves, common women the bandits had enslaved, abused but not given the special attention Philipa had since her captivity. Philipa hadn't given them much thought, her tormentors had kept her separate from the others, she barely knew what they suffered, only her own pain.

The girls were in a cage, cowering in fear, recoiling as the Knight of Avarice approached, either out of fear of another armored warrior, or because like Philipa they understood that they were dealing with someone who viewed them all as prey.

The Knight struck the door open with the pommel of the Void Blade.

"Alright, you're free to return to your families," The Knight declared in a loud booming voice as she motioned to her left.

Philipa watched in shock as the girls quickly ran, disappearing down a small trail leading away from the camp.
That was surprising, to say the least. Philipa had assumed the night was simply intending to make a feast of every lady in the camp. The other slaves would have given her food for weeks, and yet she just let them go.

This, perhaps, gave Philipa a way out of here alive. Failing that, then maybe the Knight of Avarice was reasonable to fulfill one last request from Philipa. Being some woman's dinner wouldn't be so bad if she could settle affairs as well.

The Knight turned her, Philipa's heart began to hammer inside of her despite her brave exterior, her end could be moments away, she was terrified, but she would not let that show.

Were it not for the unnatural blade now tied to her back, the Knight of Avarice looked like any other Knight, a particularly strong and tall knight admittedly. No hint of a gut on the armor. Maybe the rumors were overblown, or maybe she just stayed very active.

The Knight kneeled down, pulling off a helmet to reveal a surprisingly youthful dark skinned face staring at her with warm brown eyes. She had black hair she kept in a ponytail. The woman looked about the same age as Philipa and had a casual friendliness to her expression that in any other situation Philipa would have been disarmed, and frankly very turned on.

"Well you look like you've had a rough time of it," The Knight said sarcastically.

Philipa let out a small huff of a laugh in surprise.

"You can say that," she replied.

The Knight looked her over, making Philipa feel even more like a piece of meat, "You've been through hell but it's clear you're still noble, job didn't say anything about there being anyone highborn here, very curious."

Philipa's curiosity got the best of her, "Someone hired you to free a bunch of common girls?"

The Knight nodded, "Local villagers hired me to free their daughters and wives. Wasn't a lot but the village has provided me with good information in the past. Now the question is, who are you and why are you tied to a post outside the bandit lord's tent?"

Philipa could have lied, pretended to be some common servant girl who got captured by mistake and a hope the lie convinces the Knight to take pity on her. But Phillipa was many things, a liar was not one of them.

"I am Crown Princess Phillipa Canburn of the Vrulia Empire, heir to the Marble Throne, and Lady of the Stone Desert. These curs attacked my caravan weeks ago, slaughtered my people and used me like a common slave."

The Knight's eyes went wide in amazement, before she briefly glanced over at the barely alive leader of the bandits.

"Heir to the throne of one of the largest empires in the region, now why in all the hells would someone as pathetic as this kidnap someone as big as you."

"No doubt my father hired them to do it," Philipa replied in a blunt fashion.

That took the Knight off guard, she stared at Philipa in shock.

"My father despises me, as he despised my mother," Philipa explained, "His new wife has already given him a son and will likely give him many more children but Vrulian law states that even a daughter of a first marriage comes before any son of a second marriage. As long as I live, my baby brother could never inherit the throne."

No doubt that was the only reason she still lived, the bandits were no doubt trying to extort more money out of her father to actually do the dead.

The Knight looked at her with what might have been legitimate empathy, "Why does he hate you?"

"Many reasons," Philipa said flatly, "Because I'm a woman, because I enjoy the company of other women, because I shun priests and drink with generals. Because I dare to think for myself instead of mirroring my Father. There are many reasons for his hatred."

Philipa rather doubted a woman who's eaten entire families from mother to child would hesitate over her story but Philipa decided she didn't care, she finally had a chance to be completely honest for once in her life and she was going to take it.

"I have to admire your honesty, "The Knight remarked.

"What's your name?" Philipa asked

"Huh?" The Knight was confused.

"A princess should know the name of her killer," Philip said flatly.

The Knight shrugged, an awkward gesture in her heavy armor.

"Fair enough, you Olivia if it pleases you, Olivia of Rookridge," The Knight known as Olivia replied.

The town name meant nothing to Philipa, perhaps the town was long dead, perhaps Olivia simply came from a far distant land, but the lack of a family name meant she was clearly commonborn.

The Knight looked conflicted as she stood up, looking down on Philipa with a hungry yet uncertain expression.

"Normally I'd eat you without hesitation. I've acquired quite the taste for noble born girls over the years and let's face it, the chance to say I ate the heir to an entire empire is incredibly tempting,"

Philipa watched Olivia carefully

"But," The Knight went on, "I quite respect your honesty and if there's one thing I hate more than stuck nobles it's awful parents, particularly parents so awful they'd murder their own child, so I'm tempted to let you go."

"You have doubts though?" Philipa questioned, her heart beating in her ears.

"If I give you back to your father, you're dead. If words get out I'm helping you, your father will likely hunt me down, not to mention every kingdom and empire with any sort of business with the empire will probably try to grab you and use you for your own ends. You're cute don't get me wrong but I ain't sticking my neck out for cute. So I'll make you deal, if you can think of a plan that keeps us both safe, I'll go along with it. Otherwise…"

Olivia placed her armored hand on her stomach for emphasis, "The only way you're leaving this camp is in my belly. So, do you have any bright ideas?" She asked

Philipa considered for a moment.

Cute am I?

Philipa seized upon Olivia's word choice, it was a long shot but it was still a shot.

"You know with a simple change of clothes and a haircut, no one would know I was Philipa Canburn. Plenty of common girls out there called Philipa after all."

She hated lying, she hated abandoning her birthright, but the odds of her claiming the throne had dropped to null since the ambush began.

Olivia laughed merrily, "You wouldn't last a day working the fields."

"No I wouldn't," Philipa agreed, "But I think I'd survive quite well as a bedmate for a certain Knight of Avarice."

Olivia stopped laughing, her eyes growing wide in sheer bewilderment.

Offering herself as a concubine to a cannibalistic knight was hardly ideal but it would keep Philipa alive, safe, and comfortable. Olivia's full plate armor was not cheap, her mercenary work must have kept her well paid. She'd be without power but at least she'd be someone safe for some time.

At least Olivia was good looking.

"Are you asking to be my whore?" Olivia asked.

Philipa sighed wearily, "Not how I would word it but yes. I get to live safely and anonymously and you get a very willing concubine in return."

Philipa looked down at her ruined outfit soaked with blood and caked with mud.

"I can assure I'm normally not this much of a mess," She addedly awkwardly.

Olivia let out a barking laugh.

"I'm sure," she replied with a smile, "You clearly have nice tits."

"Thanks," Philipa replied, not even bothering to cover up as Olivia lustfully stared at her chest.

"I'm beyond flattered, though I'm not sure you'd be all that thrilled to lay with me,"

"You're a nearly seven foot tall woman with thighs that could crush my head, were it not for the fact that you eat people I would have thrown myself at you the moment I saw you," Philipa was blunt about her interests. She was terrified of Olivia, but she wasn't going to deny Olivia was in many ways the kind of woman Philipa always wanted. Meek shy ladies in waiting had their appeal for sure but Philipa preferred the kind of woman who could beat up any and every man who challenged her.

Olivia looked away awkwardly.

"Err no, it's more I have certain parts you wouldn't find appealing," she explained almost sheepishly, "The sword did more than just make me hungry,"

Were it not for the groans of pain coming from the still living bandits, the camp would have been completely silent for several seconds.

"You're still a woman though, right?" Philipa asked.

"I have tits and I consider myself a woman, does that count?" Olivia asked

Philipa nodded, "Not ideal but I'm not in a place to be picky."

There was now considerable risk that Philipa was going to be bred by this woman. The idea of having some Cannibal's babies was far from ideal, particularly if said children tried to eat her when they grew up, but it was better than the alternative. Besides, having Olivia's child would definitely reduce the chance of her turning on her down the line.

Olivia nodded and drew her sword, the Impossible dark blade cutting through her binds before Philipa could even flinch.

"Go get yourself cleaned up in the boss's tent," Olivia ordered in a surprisingly commanding voice, "I need to go restrain the surviving bandits and…prepare my dinner," She added as she stared hungrily at the red haired bandit leader.

A Short Time Later

Thankfully the Bandit leader's personal tent had a silver mirror and plenty of water. It took several minutes of scrubbing but the pale freckled girl with short brown hair staring back through the mirror at least somewhat resembles Philipa.

Philipa sighed as she stared at Olivia's armor, now hung on a wooden stand. Part of her had always wished some charming common born lady would somehow appear in her life and sweep off her feet, taking her away from royal life to some cabin in the countryside. This was far from what she pictured, but she could work with it.

Olivia appeared in the tent, now dressed in a simple linen shirt and pants, the bandit chief dangling from her mouth.

Olivia had already swallowed the once mighty bandit up to her waist, Olivia's dark belly beginning to bulge from the bandit's legs.

The bandit struggled as Olivia shamelessly fondled the bandit's now exposed breasts. But the bandit was far too exhausted and injured to truly resist, and soon her weak failing attempt to save herself was put to an end as Olivia forced the Bandit's arms to her side, another swallow and the bandit's hands were trapped within Olivia's maw.

Philipa was awestruck by the sight before her, frozen in place as more and more of the Bandit disappeared down Olivia's throat.

She'd never seen someone so utterly defeated before, reduced to food for their enemy. And then was Olivia's belly, watching it expand with every swallow, she was enthralled, her cheeks unexpectedly flush with heat.

Soon all that was left of the bandit was her head, the once proud bandit reduced to sobbing as she begged for mercy that all three women knew would never. Another swallow and soon all the remained of the bandit outside of Olivia was her bright red hair which trailed past Olivia's china. Olivia quickly slurped up the hair, having completely devoured the bandit.

Philipa couldn't say a word as she stared at the Knight of Avarice. She was overjoyed at seeing her tormentor so utterly defeated but it was so much more than that. She felt ways she had never felt before.

Olivia looked like a woman who was pregnant nearly a dozen times over, save for constant struggle as the bandit fought in vain against her stomach. Surprisingly Olivia carried herself as though she barely noticed the weight.

Philipa's hands reached out to touch Olivia's stomach as she stumbled towards her. Olivia gave her a toothy smirk she grabbed Philipa by the back of the head and shoved her against her engorged belly.

Philipa could feel the bandit struggling and screaming beneath her as Olivia held her firmly in place. If Olivia decided to break their agreement, Philipa would be powerless to stop her.

"You're lucky you look more cute than tasty," Olivia said, seemingly answering Philipa's private fears, "Because I've had meals several times the size of the two of you combined."

Olivia then ripped what was left Philipa's dress off, leaving the once crown princess completely naked.

"Very lucky indeed," Olivia licked her lips, "Now let's have some fun."

Author's Note : Hey another update. And it's OC stuff. Olivia is a character I've had something bouncing around in my head for a while. I've run through a few versions of this but I was never happy with pervious introductions to the character. Even this is somewhat cutdown as I wanted to do a Philipa and Olivia sex scene but I uh, need practice in that department. I'll probably post one eventually along with an alternate ending where Philipa gets eaten.
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