Here’s a Vore commission I got from  JessicaRae

Clothed version https://aryion.com/g4/view/1056817

And here’s a story they made to go with it.

The Head Nymph of Nymph Wood had reached the limits of her patience. Day after day, she watched as the nymphs under her rule disregarded the guidelines she had set, causing chaos and drawing unwanted attention to their mystical realm. Seated on her throne, a grand structure woven from the twisting branches of an ancient tree and adorned with the fiery hues of autumn leaves, she brooded over the disobedience of her charges. Surrounding her, fairies flitted about in nervous energy, their wings casting a soft glow in the dim light of the woodland.


The Head Nymph, a striking figure with flowing blonde hair and a dress that shimmered with the colors of blooming flowers, sighed deeply. "I thought my rules were simple," she murmured to herself. Her voice, usually as gentle as a summer breeze, now carried an edge of frustration. "Yes, I said to eat any human that enters our wood, but not so many at once that it stirs fear among them. And above all, I commanded you not to reveal yourselves to any humans you allow to leave—"


She broke off as she noticed movement in the distance. The three nymphs she had summoned approached her throne with varying degrees of reluctance. A wolf nymph with a fierce, untamed mane of dark hair led the way, her amber eyes gleaming with defiance. Behind her, a sparrow nymph flitted nervously, her small frame almost hidden beneath her brown feathers, while an eagle nymph strutted with wings crossed over her chest, her sharp gaze daring anyone to challenge her.


As the trio came to a halt before the throne, the eagle nymph scoffed, her voice dripping with impatience. "What do you want? We have better things to do."


The Head Nymph's expression remained stern as she reached beside her and unfurled a newspaper, the rustling of the pages filling the tense silence. She held up the front page, revealing a grainy black-and-white photograph of the three nymphs in a drunken brawl at a human tavern, the establishment left in ruins in their wake. "Care to explain this?"


The wolf nymph shrugged, her lips curling into a nonchalant grin. "We were just having a bit of fun. No big deal."


The Head Nymph's eyes narrowed as she set the newspaper aside, her voice growing colder. "I have given you all too many chances. Changing the consequences of your actions requires immense magic, magic that I can ill afford to waste on your reckless behavior. Yet I have done so, time and again."


Sensing the growing tension, the sparrow nymph chirped in quickly, her voice high-pitched and anxious. "Well, thank you for helping us out again. We’ll be more careful next time, we promise."


The three nymphs exchanged nervous glances, eager to escape the looming confrontation. They began to back away, hoping to retreat before the Head Nymph's wrath could fully descend. But just as they turned to leave, the Head Nymph rose from her throne, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands extended outward, and as she did, her eyes began to glow with an intense white light, the same energy radiating from her hands.


In an instant, the three nymphs felt an overwhelming force pressing down on them. They tried to resist, but the magic was too strong. Their bodies began to shrink, their once-powerful forms dwindling until they were no larger than the Head Nymph’s delicate hand. She reached down and scooped them up, her grip firm despite their frantic squirming.


“I’m not finished yet,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. The nymphs struggled in her grasp, their fear palpable as they realized the gravity of their situation. The Head Nymph’s tone softened, though her words offered no comfort. “Magic is energy. It can be given, but it can also be taken. I’ve given you much, far more than you deserve, and yet you’ve squandered it. You’ve learned nothing, and now, I must act.”


Without another word, she raised the sparrow nymph to her lips. The tiny creature fluttered desperately, but it was no use. The Head Nymph’s mouth opened, and with a swift motion, she swallowed the sparrow nymph whole. The remaining two nymphs stared at her in horror, their eyes wide with the realization of what was to come.


The Head Nymph’s gaze fell on them, her expression unyielding. “I shall take your energy… permanently.”

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