You are GRETA SEVERINE, a young lamia with a taste for show-business. Television and other forms of visual entertainment have of course been mainstays of the world you live in for some time, and pretty much ever since you saw your hero Nastasha Rios - the original TV lamia - on your set as a younger lamia, you have wanted to follow in her footsteps. Nastasha was the star of a police procedural show, and, in the words of the show, “always got her man” - whether man, woman or other cre

The mouth opens wide
Small and squirming pushed inside
Swallowed to your end…
Down the throat you go
Pulsing muscles all around
Drawn down to your end…
Pushed into the warm
Acid darkness all to see
Helpless to your end…
A laugh from above
Smooth fingers stroke the outside
Giggles at your end…
Fluid coats your body
Pooling, rising all the time
Sinking to your end…
The air is all gone
Steady churning begins now
Gurgled to your end…
She goes on her way
Sm

Bad Waiters Don’t Last Long
Gulp.
There was plenty of that kind of sound around, given that the Green Scale was a restaurant that catered to a rather...special kind of clientèle with a rather...special meal selection. Add soft moans of pleasure and gurgling noises into the mix and you rather got the picture.
But that kind of gulping wasn’t what poor Equustra was going right now. No...hers was a rather different kind.
The kind of gulp you make when you’ve not only delive

Happy Vore Day
The greeting at the door after coming in from a long day at work had been good (the blindfold a nice touch).
The food had been even better.
But Allie still had no idea about exactly why her partner Tasha had planned all of this out, up to the point of inviting her over to her apartment for the treat at such short notice. Or why she had watched her eat, a slight smile on her wolfish face, her ears drawn back. Allie had only ever seen her like that before when she’d wanted t

Reduced in size, you dash around
But then a giggle, you've been found
Make for the door, you try to run
Hands are faster, pick you up.
Squirming now, you see her face
Gloves of leather, bodice of lace
Her grip is strong, her smile is thin
"End of the game," she says. "I win!"
Her red lips part, you see inside
To nothing a tunnel, to doom a slide
Lifted up, placed in her jaws
So many before, now the turn is yours.
A gulp, a moan
A swallow, a groan
Then darkness falls, the lips are closed
Now just