By Nox - Read on Tumblr
When I saw something titled “The Dance of Hunger” I knew I just had to see it.
The club had plenty of other attractions and shows, but there was something about “The Dance of Hunger” that got my heart pounding.
There were only a few performances of the dance per day, and my heart sank when I saw that it was listed as an audience of one, there would be no way I could afford something that exclusive. The cost wasn’t listed, only a phone number that I could call to make a booking. I stared at the number for a solid minute as my heart continued to pound away. I had to at least ask how much it cost.
As the phone rang, I tried to take some deep breaths to calm myself down, but when I heard the voice of a woman on the other end of the line, my heart just pounded all the more.
“Interested in seeing my Dance of Hunger?” she asked.
“Ye-yes!” I stammered, a little taken aback that I was apparently on the phone with the dancer herself.
“Hm, okay. I’ll see you tonight.” she said.
“Tonight!? At what time?” was all I could think to ask, but my brain was on autopilot.
“There’s only one evening show; Dinner Hour. Check the site.” she instructed.
“But wait, how much does it cost?” I inquired, finally remembering my initial question, but the line had already gone dead. I tried calling back, but she didn’t pick up.
I didn’t do much that afternoon aside from stare at the clock. At some point I remember eating something, but this Dance was all I could think about. I walked to the club in a daze and found myself there early. I made another lap around the block before returning on time. My hand shook as I went to open the door.
It was dim inside the club, aside from a few spotlights fixated on dancers. My gaze passed over the under-clothed women before noticing that one of them was walking towards me. Between spotlights, I could only make her out in silhouette, but I could already tell her beauty from her shapely outline.
“Glad to see you could make it!” she said. “Did you eat before you arrived?”
“I- yeah, had an early dinner. Um, how about you?” was all I could think to reply to this unusual request.
“Not yet, wouldn’t be much of a Dance of Hunger if I had.” she said with a smile. And what a smile it was; her whole face lit up as her eyes rested on me. I could have sworn she looked me up and down, but it was hard to tell in the dim lighting. Without another word she led me to a room in the back of the club. Despite the multitude of under-dressed women about me, my eyes remained fixed on her. I felt as though I would follow her to the ends of the earth if that was where she led me.
There was a stage in the room, but surprisingly no chair. As she went to shut the door, I asked; “Wait, shouldn’t I grab something to sit on?”
She turned away from the door, looked me straight in the eye and said “You won’t mind standing”. Her voice carried the offhand remark as a command, and I heard it loud and clear. I simply nodded, and another smile broke over her face. As she stepped past me and up onto the stage, the spotlight gave me my first good look at her. A tattoo of a snake coiled itself around her curvaceous form; winding around each of her bountiful breasts. The snake’s head was just over her belly; an impressive rendition of an open maw.
Before I could finish admiring the detail of the tattoo, the Dance of Hunger began. Music began to play that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat, which I could feel resonating through my body. She drew one hand along her belly, dipping low to suggestively stroke herself while gyrating her hips forward while the other hand caressed her lips before moving down and tracing her throat. Her hand went past her throat and began tracing the tattoos which coiled around her breasts. She turned away from me and I could see her other hand tracing up from the snake’s tail which terminated just above her backside. As her hands traced the tattoo, the light above her began to rhythmically pulse along with the music and it made the pattern on her skin come alive. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and as she turned back around to face me, she extended an open hand in my direction. I followed her hand as it wound its way towards me, first with my eyes, then turning my whole head to follow its undulating path. Her hand stopped before my face, her fingers slowly clenching into a delicate but strong fist. As she pulled her empty hand back towards her, I found myself going along with it, almost tripping as my feet found the stage.
Where at first she was slow, now she became quick, and the music picked up to match her frenetic pace. She became a whirlwind of movement around me, placing her feet with practiced grace between my own, and even as her arms and upper body wove around me, I could never feel her touch. I stood still. I would only move if she wanted me to move and right now, that was not her desire. All at once her arms wrapped gently around my sides, I could feel her strength and knew that I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to, but I didn’t. She wanted me to look, so that was what I did. She fixed me with a stare, all at once returning to a slow undulating dance while all the while her eyes bore into me. After a time, all I could see was her face, everything else became a blur. I felt her arms coil around me and hold me tight against her chest, but I held her gaze; I feared what she might do if I broke it. She pulled me in close so that I could hear her breathing softly into my ear. The pace of my breathing finally slowed to match her, and with every exhale I could feel her arms tighten. My whole body felt constricted, and yet as the tightening continued I never felt discomfort. Between breaths one of her powerful arms swept me my off my feet, cradling me against her belly, as her other hand shoved my head deep between her breasts. I could hear the beating of her heart, though it was nothing compared to the pounding in my own chest. Every instinct I had screamed that something was wrong; that I should get away from her, but I ignored them; it was not what she wanted. She wanted me here; clutched against her chest, and however tightly she held me; all I could wish was for her to hold me tighter. After what felt like an eternity, the music subsided. The only thing I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, and her heart beat, louder now that it had ever been. I felt as though she was waiting, and although I couldn’t move any of my limbs, I could feel her grip on my head had relaxed, and so I looked up, pulling my head from between her breasts.
As I did so, her face filled my vision. Under her intense gaze, I suddenly realized that I was naked, and that she now held me cupped in the palms of her hands. Her dark eyes gazed down at me, and I could see her tongue creep out from between her lips. Her lips slowly parted, and I could feel myself being lifted up towards them. I could do nothing to break my gaze with her, and as her lips drew closer, I thought she meant to kiss me, but as I rose towards her face her lips continued to part. I could feel my legs being brought up beneath me. Her gaze kept me paralyzed as I felt her warm, wet tongue reach out and catch my feet, drawing my legs up into her mouth. Her lips closed around my middle, and I began to feel a suction pulling me towards her. As my torso slid past her lips, my gaze finally broke from hers, but I was already under her spell. I didn’t even struggle as I felt her lips close over my head, plunging my into darkness. I felt her tongue caress my body as she savored me. Just as I began to think she would keep me there forever, she suddenly threw her head back and sent me down her throat. I didn’t struggle as I felt myself sliding down into her belly, I knew why I was here; to satiate her Hunger.
Nox: My first ever piece on Vore, and actually my first bit of erotic literature! I’d love any feedback about the pacing or level of detail I go into. For anyone who is curious, this was inspired by Kaa’s “dance of hunger” from The Jungle Book. It’s a pretty intense couple pages, but if you’re not intent on reading it, I’ll spoil the best line:
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