G’lynda’s

Meals



What Do You Mean I Can’t Have My Food Yet?






I woke up to the sensation of hot breath on my face as saliva drizzled onto my cheek. G’lynda wrapped her tail around my waist and poised me in front of her. “Hmm, how should I eat my little morsel today?” She

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The Conspiracy



I don’t remember my first exposure to vore, though I remember my wild speculation of what it would be like the be eaten alive. Perhaps it was from all the times my