With a bunch of things taking up much of my attention in RL this week, I haven’t been able to finish my next chapter in the Xantos series yet, so here is instead another picture I have prepared on beforehand. It has been posted before by a friend of mine  WarewolfBarMitzvah who specialize in 3D art and has more than a few lovely women being gobbled up by hungry monsters and creatures in his gallery. Warewolf also sells comics, one of them which I enjoyed so much that I wanted to make my own picture and insert my character, Moira, into it as a little tribute.
Warewolf’s main page and vore gallery is here: https://warewolfbarmitzvah.com/
and gumroad store is here: https://warewolfbarmitzvah.gumroad.com/
The particular comic I put Moira into is called “Fantasy Meals Redux” and with her exotic harem clothes she wouldn’t be that much out of place^^
My minis story this week takes place right at the comic’s end so I won’t reveal more than necessary and what my picture features.

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Story……………………………………………
Moira woke with a groan and looked at the sun outside the window as last night’s sinful activities came back to her. She rubbed her eyes and left the bed in silence, leaving the guy beside her asleep while dressing herself, a quick activity due to the limited amount of clothes she wore. After her feet stepped into her heels, she wrapped the top over her head and pushed it down over her impressive bust and left the room, she was sinfully late! A quick look into the room of her associates confirmed that she had overslept so much that they had left without her, so after wolfing down her breakfast and lunch, she marched out from the Tavern and into the Wasteland.

Hours later, Moira grumbled loudly as she walked through the dried-up landscape of the Wasteland with the trio of stuck-up elves was nowhere in sight. Loema who was the most reasonable among them should at least have left a note at the Tavern, telling which route to take to catch up with the women, but the eccentric elven female had obviously not thought that far ahead.

Moira held back her urge to call out for them, but with trolls, goblins and who knew what lurking in this part of the world, she didn’t think it was any good idea as long as she was on her own. True, she knew more than a few spells which easily could dispose of most of her enemies, but it would be a waste of time and energy on such lowly creatures. She would rather conserve her powers for the enchanted artifact that was the goal of their quest, a legendary fetish that either could grant you a wish or bestow you with mysterious powers. The stories gave different information about this, which humored Moira, perhaps it just was a big and enchanted woman-toy that waited for them at the end of this and not any object of power.

The wasteland’s silence was suddenly broken by loud screams from the other side of a tiny hill, prompting Moira to abandon the track she walked on and jog towards the top, crouch down and peek over the edge for the source of the scream.

“Damn it!” she mumbled and retreated a few steps. On the other side, at the bottom of a dried-up riverbed was a caravan consisting of female elves with their horse drawn wagon, not anyone she thought she knew from distance but the cause behind their distress was clear: A multiheaded snake blocked the way before them and was busy picking them off while the women valiantly tried to defend themselves with spears. The snake was huge and fast as it towered over them, once one of the heads shot towards an elf, it caught her by chomping its jaws over her upper body and hoist her up, making the elf lose her spear in the process. Then another snake-head would battle the first one for his prey by wrapping it’s slimy tongue around her feet and try pulling her back and into his own mouth. If the first head had been fast enough, it managed to swallow the elf head first, if the other head succeeded, then she would be pulled out again for a moment of relief before being gulped down feet first. Nevertheless, one elf after another was sent squirming down the multiple necks before ending up in the same stomach, swelling its girth with wiggling women who was forced to experience intimate contact with each other in the cramped room.

One of the elves, a blond female with teardrop-shaped boobs fell on her butt while she retreated from one of the heads, the snake saw this opportunity and shot its tongue at her, right in between her divided legs and straight into her pussy. The woman squirmed loud as the depth of its penetration became obvious when the snake was able to lift her up by its tongue and pull it back into its maw along with the distressed blonde. However, in a last effort of defiance, she spread her legs wide enough prevent herself from being sent down feet first, instead her feet ended up sticking out on each side of its maw and blocked. The snake was not to give up its sweet prize, and while the other heads were busy avoiding a spear or devouring another elf, this one took its time to press its jaws together around her waist to let it slowly wobble and jerk her inwards. The blond screamed when she discovered that her effort didn’t pay off because her legs gradually were pressed up along her side and up over her stomach and head, like a tribute to how stretchable she was. Moira continued to watch as she was swallowed butt first a few moments later, leaving the elf to be the last of their group to be eaten when her head and feet vanished down its throat. A shapely bulge rolled down the scaly neck before she joined her fellow elves in the bloated stomach.

Once the elves were gone, the snake slithered off down the riverbed with its full stomach and disappeared, not bothering the elves’ poor horse. With the show ended, Moira returned to her track, careful to look around and keep eyes and ears open for other Wasteland creatures with big appetites.

There wasn’t before an hour had passed before she thought she heard voices again, and this time she thought she recognized one of them as belonging to the Fire Mage, the blond elf of their group. Who the other voice belonged to was another question though, but it was a male and he was loud! Moira sighed at the elf’s ability to make people mad, true, she was an eye-candy to look at with plenty of curves and clothes that left little to your imagination, but her personality didn’t always match up with that.

Moira put on a don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me expression on her face and marched onwards, unbothered by the screams and shouts until she rounded the corner of a rock formation and came face to face with an unexpected sight.

A huge, hairy creature with its head tilted back had the Fire Mage’s head sticking out of his maw, the blond elf let out a final scream before a huge finger pushed down on her head and forced the female to sink deeper. The creature’s neck expanded and allowed Moira for a brief moment to see the feminine curves before a wet gulp disposed of them by swallowing her completely. The mage’s slim body slipped down easily and ended up as a squirming bulge on the creature’s belly. Her red top, panties and loincloth lay disposed on the ground not far off, but off the two other elves there was no clue.

The creature let out a loud, wet belch and lowered its head. He was staring straight at her now and Moira finally realized what she was looking at; it was Warewolf!

The Wasteland was indeed a dangerous place for scantily clad females!

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