There are many interesting people Medyris comes across while out and about, but none caught his attention like this. The voluptuous lady elf with the golden skin of an altmer sat perched on one of the city's parks' planters, sipping a drink. Maybe it was hunger for her ample flesh, with breasts each larger than his head to make a delightfully challenging meal, or maybe it was a longing for someone else that remembered the world he came from, but either way Medyris finds himself approaching. As he grows closer his eyes land on her necklace, an amulet of Dibella certainly. Her silky robes match that idea, revealing much of her considerable assets. His mouth waters.

She notices him easily, her eyes lighting up in curiosity. Mer-type elves are uncommon here, and Medyris' face is undoubtedly dunmer. She strikes up conversation easily, with all of the skill of a priestess. Medyris is able to keep up only by his years of negotiation. Somehow she feels like an old friend.

"So why did you approach me?" she asks. "There's clearly something else on your mind."

He says he wants to eat her. He asks if she would be his prey.

Her laughter rings like bells. "I would say yes, but could you really carry me?"

It's no frivolous question. She is both taller than him and broader in almost every measure.

Medyris flashes his best smile. "Let me prove it to you."

He slides an arm under her thighs, and the large lady is lifted into the air with an ease that speaks to his years of adventuring.

She gasps, then laughs again with delight. "Ah, you can! Ok, I'll be your prey~"

Back on solid ground she quickly strips out of her robes, pulling cleverly hidden ties and letting the silk fall to the ground. Medyris helps fold the garments while she removes her hair ties. Her amulet is placed in the bag last, carefully tucked between the folds for safekeeping.

They have a quick discussion of the last minute details, then Medyris is guiding her soft fingers between his drooling lips. He slides around them with his tongue, getting a quick taste of lavender before his first swallow. His mouth splits open along his cheeks, forming new teeth.

She starts. “Oh! I was wondering how you were going to do that!”

Medyris hums. He holds just above her elbows and pushes in on the next swallow. She ducks her head between her arms without instruction like she has been prey many times before. Soon she is down past her shoulders, and Medyris has reached his first challenge. Her breasts are soft and squish easily, but are far too large to flatten against her chest. He presses one into his mouth and then the other, carefully working his jaw to squeeze them in without biting his prey. He rests for a moment at her waist, licking her chubby belly while she squirms.

Medyris grabs her hips to keep pushing her in. She’s tall enough that her hands already press out from his stomach. Her belly slides in with relative ease, but then he’s faced with the real challenge—her hips and mountainous ass. Medyris has swallowed larger before, certainly, but it never stops being something to overcome. He tackles it like every large prey that has come before, swallowing an inch at a time, pushing against her ass, and stretching his jaw and throat bit by bit until he reaches the apex. He feels so stretched out in such a delicious way by the weight of her body, and it’s about to get even better as she fills his belly.

He lifts her legs up with a gentle application of magic, tilts his head back, and lets her slide in. Her legs twist against each other and Medyris gets a bare hint of salt before she’s down to her knees, calves, ankles. The mass of her pushes into his stomach, a rush compared to getting her past his lips. Medyris stumbles at the shift in weight and grasps at his growing belly. It’s so, so good.

Her feet disappear into his maw. A few more swallows and his throat is able to relax again. He shivers. The last of his prey slides into his belly, sealed into her fate.

Medyris huffs, catching his breath. A few wide-eyed onlookers on the other side of the planter take the opportunity to look elsewhere. True to his word, Medyris is able to carry the large elf lady, grabbing onto the sides of his belly. She shifts and squirms, getting herself into a comfortable position in his guts. He has to lean back just to support her weight. Like this, Medyris feels huge, and absolutely satisfied. Such a big meal is going to fill him for a while.

Later, Medyris is dropping her belongings off at the clinic. She stopped moving not long ago, mercifully falling into slumber before digestion. He puts the clinic bag on the drop-off counter when he spots a piece of paper under her floral headpiece. Curious, he picks it up. It’s a hastily scribbled note, with a chat number on it.

“I’d love to talk about our homes, and maybe be your prey, again.

<3 Celdara”



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Introducing new prey, Celdara! She's a charming high elf with plenty to love, and the first named prey character I plan on bringing back for more ;)

I tried my hand a writing a short story to introduce her (an a few worldbuilding elements), and I hope you like it. I have a few more named and reoccurring prey I plan on introducing later, and I've got an AV piece with Medyris and Celdara in the works ^-^

Also, check my blog! I'm taking volunteers for a Milestone art through Nov 26

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