The ground shuddered beneath her feet with every booming thud…making it very difficult for the woman to run. But she raced across the vast counter top, heart hammering against her ribcage until she feared it would burst right out of her chest.


Rambling whimpers escaped her lips as she jumped up to grab the edge of the shelf, scrambling into the cabinet just as the thunderous footfalls grew louder and a low rumble filled the air. He was in the room now.
Swallowing back another whimper she dove behind a giant box of salt just as the impossibly huge voice boomed out….

“Can’t hide forever, sweetheart~……….I’ll find you. I can promise ya that~”

His voice was deep...and smooth, with a singsong sort of lilt do it. It might have been pleasant if not for the growling tone that edged the playful but falsely lighthearted words. He would find her….and then she would be dead. Only the Gods knew what he had planned for her. She didn’t even know where the others were now. She prayed he hadn’t gotten them first. As much as she pretended to despise them, she couldn’t bring herself to wish this fate on anyone. Not even the ones who sent her here. But…the others, she’d grown almost fond of them in this time…she felt sick and weak to think of them meeting such an end. She hoped they’d escaped before it was too late. This wasn’t worth it. None of it was.

She could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her brow and along her palms as she pressed her back flat against the box, staying to the shadowed part of the cabinet, praying that by SOME fantastical miracle he would miss her and carry on. But at her heart she knew there would be no such luck. None of the gods ever seemed to look on her with any form of favor and luck was never on her side.

“Ya smell pretty frightened. No need t’be so nervous…..nothin t’worry about, darlin’. I’m a gentle sort….”

The huge voice purred…his rumble dark and resonating…very thunder-like as it rolled across the air to fade away. Lies. All of it. She had every reason to be frightened.
And then the cabinet darkened when a very large and very warm presence drew nearer and the woman felt her heart freeze up in her chest as the snuffling sound of the giant’s sniffing was heard. He’d found her location. Followed her scent trail right up to the cabinet.
Her violet eyes widened with fear and she looked towards the corner of the box, not daring to move a muscle….he was right on the other side.

“Ahhhhhhhh~ Hidin with tha spices are we?~ That’s thoughtful of ya.”

She heard a wet, sloshing sort of sound…and at once her mind conjured up the mental image of the great beast licking at his lips. Oh the irony of it all……that her hiding place of choice would have been a kitchen. She’d only made this easier for him. She was such an idiot. Why did she have to run this way?
All she could hope for is that it would be fast.
Maybe he’d just squish her and use her bones for bread like the stories said. That would make for a quick end, right?? It would hurt for a moment, and then it would be over.

She didn’t even have time to offer up one last pitiful little plea of a prayer though before her hiding place as suddenly pulled away and she was exposed to her hunter.
The sight of the massive, gleaming green eyes peering at her in such delight sent shards of panic and terror dancing through her stomach, and sent her eyes rolling back into her skull and she started to sway…she heard his growling chuckle and felt something intensely warm wrap around her entire form…..just before the blackness enveloped her world.

“There you are~………Toldja you couldn’ hide forever, lass~……..”


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oh look...some writing to go with the pic~

Part of a steampunk retelling of The Brave Little Tailor that I've been working on.
There will be vore~

Borrowing my dear friend Qilincupcake's OC Samira for this one.

Finn is the big fella behind her...and he belongs to me~

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