Nalzindar made this great piece of fanart for me, starring characters from Adventures in Skyvale, in particular the royal family enjoying a good dinner. As for the details, I've written a short story to accompany it. Please enjoy!

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“Get that fox!” A palace guard called as he and his men chased after a trespassing kitsune. The notorious cut-throat criminal, Captain Vyxariah, had invaded the home of Queen Sonja and King Wesley, and was presently running with her tail tucked between her legs as she ducked bullets.

The fox rounded a corner to come upon the king himself, who drew his sword with anger written on his features. One of the pursuing guards tried to line up a shot, but the commander quickly pointed the barrel upward, exclaiming not to shoot in the direction of the king. The weapon went off anyway, damaging the ceiling.

Standing in the way of the invader, Wesley swung his sword to cut her in half, but she jumped straight over the sword. The next thing he knew, a foot found purchase atop his head as Vyxariah balanced on top of him. The seductive fox blew the king a kiss, and he swung to get her off of himself.

This was all planned of course, the damage to the sealing caused a chandelier to come free and swing through the room, and the kitsune raised her hand to catch it as it swung past, carrying her to a nearby window. Once in the ‘safety’ of the window seal, Vyxariah raised her tail and slapped her butt as she mocked, “That was fun, let’s play again some time!” A bullet struck the wall beside her, and caused her to lose balance and fall out the window. This was not to her death, as she came back into view hanging off the end of a rope. Her airship carried her rapidly away from the palace, and though military ships pursued, the dirigible disappeared into the cover clouds.

The king let out a frustrated groan. Vyxariah had been pardoned for her crimes thanks to her assistance in the battle of Agastar a century earlier, but that did not mean she was forgiven. After Wesley refused her services, he denied her any further work within the capital by having her face on wanted posters throughout the city of Meridian. That did not keep her from returning though. She snuck into the palace, broke into his treasure vault, and stole… nothing. She had only done this to annoy him, and in that regard, she had been very successful.

Wesley told his commander of the guard, “If that fox returns, I want her shot on sight.”

“Your majesty, she stole nothing and hurt no one. Since when does trespassing merit the death sentence?” The man questioned.

“And since when did it become acceptable to question the command of your king?” Wesley retorted, getting the man to freeze in attention. “I’m sorry, your majesty.”

Wesley took a deep breath, failing to calm his frustration, but barring it from the people who did not deserve it. He set his hand on the guard’s armored shoulder and told him, “It’s alright. We value different opinions around here. Now get back to your duties.”

As the guards departed, Wesley was left alone to sulk. During his solitude, a familiar rumble approached. Living around giants got him to recognize the signs of their approach to the point that he typically tuned it out if he was anywhere he didn’t have to worry about getting stepped on. In the middle of the great hall though… He stepped back to give plenty of room for the giant foot that impacted the ground nearby, and the voice of his wife boomed down to him, “Hey my little man, what has you riled up today?”

“It’s nothing.” Wesley replied. The giant’s other foot set on the opposite side of the human, and her legs bent until her white dress skirt surrounded him like a tent as she squatted down. “Perhaps I can do something to take your mind off of it?” She offered.

Queen Sonja knew how to bring a smile to her husband’s face, and she certainly brought it when he looked up to find she was not wearing any panties. He had a very clear view of the blond fur growing above and around the fat, soft, wet lips of her pussy. Then past a wrinkly taint, between round mountains was her puckered pink asshole.

Wesley reached up as high as he could, barely able to touch the folds around Sonja’s womanhood, but he pet the area as much as he could as it released its strong feminine aroma around him.

“Mom! …MOM!!!” Their moment was interrupted by the calls of their daughter, Princess Sierra, and Sonja reluctantly stood up again as she said, “I’ll go see what she needs.” The giantess walked away, leaving the king behind with a rather prominent erection. Not wanting to be embarrassed, he made his way to his throne and had a seat upon it to relax while he tried to stop thinking about taking a bath in his wife’s love juice.

As he lazed about, a couple of guards brought a group of civilians forward, and one of the men said, “Your majesty, you have visitors requesting an audience.”

“Well, send them forward.” The king replied, and the guards bowed before standing aside to let the group approach the throne. Wesley studied the collection of visitors to find it was comprised of over a dozen women. It was quite range to top it off; in age they were from late teens to early forties. Their assets ranged from flat to bra abuse. Their hair came in blond, red, brown, and black. Some had traveling clothes, while others wore very thin or revealing attire. They were not all human either; there were also a couple of elves, and several species of yokai, with inu, neko, usagi, a harpy, and even a lamia.

The women bowed or curtsied, or used other gestures to show respect, and a violet-haired elf informed, “Greetings King Wesley. We have travelled from various lands all with the same purpose: we wish to become the concubines of the most powerful man in the world. To do so would well represent the unity of all peoples of Skyvale and help ensure lasting peace in the kingdom.”

This was certainly surprising news, but not unwelcome. He said, “If what you desire from life is to bring pleasure to an old king, then I will gladly accept your request. But first you must do something for me.” Of course he was going to indulge his fetish, “Remove your boots and sandals. If you’re to be my concubines, then you will not be needing them any longer.”

The women obeyed his command, setting their former footwear in a pile beside them. The king smiled at the display, once again feeling the need to conceal his arousal. “You’ll all do. Guards, please escort these women to my room, I have other business to attend to at the moment, but I’ll be by shortly to get to know my new guests better.”

Once his soldiers and pleasure pets were gone, Wesley got back to his feet so he could meet with the ships bringing food to the palace. He was expecting some willing prey for his predatory family members today.



The new concubines were brought to Wesley’s room, where they were left alone to wait. The room itself was built for a giant to enter, as Sonja also slept in this chamber – apparently the guards had not considered that their king might mean for the group to be sent to a more human-sized bedroom.

The women thought nothing of it, as they instead worked to get comfortable in their new surroundings. Some of them adjusted their outfits to make them look a bit sexier, while others removed their apparel entirely, before they practiced sexy poses as they waited for their king’s arrival.

The one who came to the room next was not the king, but the queen. “Excellent, you’re here already.” Sonja said with a smile as she looked at the collection of lovely ladies.

“Queen Sonja?” The girls asked, looking to each other with worry that they were in trouble for becoming the mistresses of her husband. “We’re sorry to bother you, we’ll leave and…”

“There’s no need for that.” Sonja said with a smile, she then looked down the hall and called, “Sierra! Girls! Dinner time!”

With that said, the giantess entered the room, and scooped up two of the women with one fluid motion. The giantess brought the captured girls to her face to study them, then said, “Odd you’re all women; normally men answer my request. It’s alright though; I could use a little extra fat in my diet.” With that said, she brought her palm to her open mouth, tossing both girls inside, and a moment later, she swallowed them whole.

“She’s going to eat us!” A girl exclaimed, and an older woman called, “Run!”

The women tried to escape – even as another one was plucked from the ground as they ran around Sonja’s legs – but before they could reach the door, a second, much smaller giantess appeared before them.

Sierra examined the girls before her, and asked, “Which of you are meant for me?” One of the older women tried to get by, but with a flick of her toe, Sierra knocked the woman onto her back, and then set her foot down on top of her, soft flesh of the sole enveloping the human’s body and muffling her terrified and pained screams. “Don’t leave, I’m talking to you.” Sierra demanded. Suddenly, there was a crunch, and her foot laid flat to the floor. “Oops, I didn’t mean to press that hard. All well, I guess mom ate the ones that were meant for me, so I’ll pick… you.”

The giantess reached out and picked up a scantily clad neko. The cat-girl screamed with fear as she was brought to Sierra’s open mouth. Lips and teeth clung to her torso, and a tongue rolled under and around her to taste her exposed skin while pushing clothes aside to expose even more of it. With a few slurps and nibbling bites, the neko was brought deeper into Sierra’s mouth, her body getting more drenched with saliva with each inch that entered. Once she was thoroughly soaked, she had no trouble sliding down the rather tight esophagus that pushed her straight into the slimy stomach.

Once inside, the neko clawed at the stomach walls, but was unable to inflict any more damage than those who had likely been eaten before her. She was trapped, with nothing to do but wait for her inevitable death. She would not have to wait it out alone, as a muffled scream could be heard from above. The scream steadily and rapidly became louder until another female form slid into the stomach and was squeezed lewdly against its first occupant.

The girls screamed, but no help was forthcoming as the giantess who consumed them pat her slightly wider belly.



The harpy was very eager to escape, and she figured she could do just that by flying over the heads of the giant women. Unfortunately, her new location made her a target for another predator, and she quickly found herself attacked by a dragon. The feathered dragon brought the bird girl straight to the ground, pinned her down, and let drool spill all over her face as jaws parted.

As Zel began her feast, her partner Alexia took interest in the youngest, most petite, and obviously a virgin among the women. The young woman tried to run, but Alexia caught up to her quickly and caught ahold of her dress. With a combination of a hard yank from the dragon, and the girl falling forward, Alexia successfully bared the body of her next meal.

With the tasteless clothes out of the way, Alexia wrapped her tongue around the girl’s ankles to prevent her from crawling away, and also drag her feet into the dragon’s gaping mouth. The girl screamed as her legs were fed into the hungry throat, and with a few powerful gulps, Alexia was able to taste the sweetest spots the female body had to offer.

In spite of the girl’s struggles and protests, the thin body made her particularly easy to swallow, and Alexia thoroughly enjoyed the rich, salty flavor of her skin. The dragoness certainly preferred the taste of female, and she often had to sneak one away from those intended for Sonja or else she would be stuck with a much less tender or juicy male. The struggles of her prey were not a deterrence, as it simply triggered her feeding response, and she loved the feeling of food expanding her gut and tickling her insides.

With a final swallow, the dragoness sent the girl on her way to do just that. Alexia then looked to Zel, seeing a pair of twitching bird legs disappearing into the dragon’s mouth. With their desired meals concluded, the pair cuddled to digest together.



The women had all wanted to run, but with a new predator popping up at every turn, they were running out of places to go. They couldn’t run far or fast either without hurting their bare feet. A few wondered if that was the king’s intention the whole time.

With running no longer an option, a few tried to hide in the bed. This backfired very quickly, as Sonja had a seat on her bed, accidently catching a girl directly between her butt cheeks. From her new position, she swiped a human and a yokai off the floor as if she were playing jacks, then stuffed them into her mouth to assault them with her tongue.

Below, a naked inu cuddled up to Sonja’s foot, kissing it as she begged for mercy, “Please your highness, we can serve you in other ways!” Sonja spat out a slime-drenched top, and then swallowed both girls at once before she picked up the inu. She smiled at the dog-girl, and spoke very cheerfully, “It’s alright. This is the only service I require of you.”

With that said, the giantess flicked the yokai into her mouth like a piece of candy. The inu managed to brace herself against the tongue and pallet, but she was unable to prevent Sonja’s jaws from closing, and the only part of herself that she managed to keep free was her tail poking out between the lips. That too was soon gone as Sonja slurped and gulped audibly, sending an hourglass shaped bulge down her neck.

The inu landed with a splash in Sonja’s stomach, which at this point was filled with at least half of the women who had come to be concubines. Whatever clothing some had been swallowed with was quickly deteriorating, leaving a collection of slimy, naked female bodies to push and slide and tangle with each other, struggling to climb or attack the walls which were in turn caressing them, squishing them, and practically drowning them in copious amounts of mucus and acid.

“Goddess please, no!” “It’s in my eyes!” “My hair is falling out!” “*blurb* I can’t *gurgle* breathe!” “I want my mommy!” “It hurts! Please!” The screaming and sobbing was drowned out by the gassy gurgles of the stomach, the sounds of air flowing through lungs, and the drumming of a beating heart. And it was almost completely inaudible when concealed by several feet of thick flesh. Their struggle was as pointless as their cries, as by morning they would be nothing but soup and bones travelling through their queen’s intestines.



At this point, there were almost no girls who had not been caught. Sonja picked one up, and held her in the middle of her giant palm as she used careful fingers to strip her. There were tears in the red-headed girl’s eyes by the time she was completely naked, and she pleaded, “I-I don’t want to be eaten!”

Sonja smiled pleasantly, and spoke in a rather reassuring tone, “It’s alright that you’re nervous about going through with this. You’ll be spending the last hours of your life swimming in my dark, smelly stomach. I commend you for your bravery though; not everyone would volunteer to be digested alive just to sate their monarch’s hunger for a day.”

“But I didn’t volunteer! I…” Sonja did not give her a chance to finish as she stuck out her tongue and set the girl on it. The tongue curled between the girl’s legs to draw her inside, probing and invading sensitive areas as the giantess suckled on her ginger-flavored treat.



Only one girl had managed to escape the grasp of the predators. It was the violet-haired elf woman. She’d only managed to escape the room when she discovered the king himself in her path, accompanied by a group of men. Why were they here? How many sinister fates were planned for these poor women who had only come to give pleasure?

She ran directly to the king, distress written upon her features as she exclaimed, “The others have been eaten! How could you do this to us!?”

The elf’s demeanor was confusing for Wesley, but the moment he put the pieces of the puzzle together, he felt his stomach drop at what it meant. He hurried to reach his bedroom, the elf getting caught by the group of men following him and bringing her reluctantly back as well.

Wesley entered the large room to find his family gulping down the last of the women, or were lounging around the room with distended and wiggling tummies. “Hello, *burp* Wesley!” Sonja greeted with a wave. “What did you do!?” The king exclaimed. “We just finished dinner.” His daughter answered while picking a pair of panties out from between her teeth.

“That’s a shame, because I just brought the delivery of people who came to be your meals.” Accompanying Wesley was a collection of people who were mostly male, and wearing nothing but loin cloths. They looked very eager for their fates as they had perverted grins on their faces.

Sierra rubbed her belly as she asked, “If they’re dinner, then who did we eat?” Wesley knew full well the answer to that question, but not wanting his wife to get upset, he simply shrugged and said, “Must have been a delivery for somebody else that got sent here by accident. It’s surprising just how often that happens.”

“You can’t lie to me.” The voice of Alexia spoke in his mind, and he looked in the direction of the dragoness to find her glaring at him with condemning eyes. It was intimidating, but he was not overly worried since the dragoness couldn’t speak and tell secrets.

The dragoness was not the only one who wouldn’t tolerate his tone, as the elf griped, “Is this how you treat your citizens! The elven will never again treat with you or your kin, and you shall only be remembered for your cruelty!” She tried to leave once again, but as before, the crowd of perverts proved to be too much of a wall for her to get through.

Sonja looked at the intended dinner, but didn’t feel up to eating any more. “I don’t think I could have another bite. How about any of you?” She addressed her daughter and the dragons, but they were also reluctant to eat more. Sonja said, “We’re grateful you came to our service. You shall stay as guests and treated well until we are ready to eat you.”

The meal volunteers were escorted away, with the elf woman being taken with them, still being confused for dinner. With the humanoids gone, Sierra yawned and went to her room to digest, and knowing she would relax for days at a time, Wesley ordered, “I expect to see you in the great hall tomorrow morning.”

“Expect all you want, dad.” Sierra mouthed off like a teenager. With his daughter gone, the king then looked at Alexia and told her, “I want to be alone with Sonja for a bit.” The dragoness continued to glare at him with judging eyes, but she nipped at Zel to get her partner to follow her out of the giant’s bedroom.

When it was just king and queen left, Wesley asked, “Can we finally relieve my stress?” It was not like he had anyone else to do it for him anymore. It was true that as his dragon, Alexia was an option, but… gross…

Sonja smiled and invited him to approach, setting her legs on either side of a human-size stairway leading up to the bed. Wesley eagerly removed his clothing to join her.

As he climbed onto the cushions, she laid back and exposed her nethers to him. The experience was similar to before, except this time, Wesley saw a blond girl shoulder-deep in Sonja’s ass. She was struggling, unable to pull herself free of the tight grip the sphincter had on her, and seeing Wesley approach, she held out her hand and pleaded for rescue.

Wesley came to her, considering he might not be at a complete loss for his harem, but then again, there was no point in trying to back out of his lie. He set his hand on the girl’s head and gave her a firm shove to force her deeper inside. He felt the hot, slimy interior, and caught a whiff of the very unpleasant smell within before his hand withdrew, leaving only a bit of the girl’s upper arm exposed and flailing uselessly. Sonja chimed “You’re so handsy tonight!” And clenched her rear muscles, thus causing the last concubine to be swallowed completely by the giant ass.

With his true destination before him, Wesley climbed up to Sonja’s labia, and pushed his way through her swelling lips, slipping into her pussy very easily. Once inside the familiar contracting, dripping walls, he cuddled up inside of his wife and began to play with himself. Sonja was truly better than a hundred women, and for more reasons than having the mass of over a hundred women.



Sonja rubbed her lower belly where her husband was, comforted by his presence in her sacred passage. She let out another post-dinner burp, then washed down the last of the girls’ flavor with a drink of water. She then laid back and relaxed to the feeling of her Wesley playing with her. He was her little man and she loved him. And she’d eat any girl who tried to change that.

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