You find THE Ely Valentin out on the town, minding her own business and looking through her phone. You can't help but notice the beautiful half-succubus' stomach was looking particularly flat and her body overall was a lot less plump than when you last spotted her on the street. She must have been working out recently. Being the kind soul you are, you walk right up to her and tap her on the shoulder, asking if she was hungry at all.

"Hm?"
Looking over to your delectable form, her eye twitches as she hears your question. She has gotten sick and tired of weirdo preysluts like you looking for a cozy gut to curl up in.
"Ugh... Look! I'm on a fucking diet, alright? Find someone else to bother!"

She snaps back at you, but somehow, that only makes you yearn for those angrily-flapping lips to be around your neck even more. As she opens her mouth to get another word in, you jam your hand right into her mouth, letting her get a taste of your succulent flesh.

"Urk... Hmmnnngg..."
The delicious palm against her now slavering tongue tasted divine. How long has it been since she started this 'no cuties' diet? It wasn't hard to tell that you restored her cravings for fresh meat... Spitting your hand out of her mouth, she wipes her lips dry and the look of disdain towards you changes to a blushy, incensed look. With her stomach gurgling, no longer craving vegetables or fruit, she grapples your shoulders and snarls.
"Alright, you miserable, delicious... Ugh... This is what you wanted to see, is it?"
Her mouth opens as wide as she could manage, framing your head perfectly. It was where you were meant to be. As her tongue hangs free from her mouth, a light smirk goes over her face as she sees your flustered, submissive gaze down her dark cavernous throat.
"Heh..."

The world goes entirely dark as you successfully ruin Ely's diet, getting swiftly devoured in the middle of the sidewalk. Your hair/fur is matted down as a deluge of saliva washes over your entire form. She takes no time to savor you as you find yourself curled up in her hot, humid gut. It was woefully empty, so you're happy to be filling it up for her.

"HOOOUURURRPP!! Buhh... Fuck... Asshole..."
The half-succubus slaps her tightening gut as it starts heating up even further. Maybe dieting isn't her thing. Shrugging it off, she goes back to her phone as her massive belly hangs out from underneath her tight shirt. She has more important things to do than worry about the preyslut roiling in her guts. You might find it cozy now, but sooner or later you're gonna have to leave, one way or another...

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