ren - Tuesday, August 22, 2023, 3:06 AM
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It's a party, a villain party!
 
And you can't have a villain party without a defeated heroine to finish off once and for all, right? Conquer your foes, celebrate evil, and so on. That's the situation here!
 
Donovan Kimball isn't a native to this fantasy land, but he's done business here. He's a member of the irish mafia who does business with other tinpot tyrants and wizard kings, and so he got invited to the party.
 
You, Alisaie Leveilleur, were also invited to the party, but for definitely different reasons.
 
Namely, you're part of the buffet.
 
But not in a spitroast, girlmeat kind of way, nope, we've had something different planned.
 
As Donovan sits sipping an alcoholic drink, he watches one of the wizard kings. You, of course, are naked, and probably chained to a table of some description as complicated magic is weaved onto you. As the spell takes a hold, you will find two different things happening.
 
One is that your senses are changing, disappearing, transforming- soon all you can feel regardless of the stimulus is pure, erotic pleasure, the kind of thing that would build up to shaking messy orgasms the more it builds and builds.
 
The second? Your body is slowly transforming, every inch and hair, into pure, delicious chocolate. A chocolate delight that is part of the dessert buffet for this villainous cadre.
 
Yes, by all indications you're doomed to being eaten alive. But at least it's going to be /sexy/.
 
Alisaie Leveilleur gasps as she struggles, her pale alabaster skin and white hair changing to brown - and... an erotic tingle goes through her. She doesn't understand what it is, but is quite sure this isn't good. She shakes her head, feeling a bit stiff but is still able to move as teh transformation is complete. "What... is this?" she asks, her voice still sounding the same as ever at least, wondering why that tingle is so... relaxing. "What... did you do to me?"
 
"You look pretty nice," Donovan says, making his way over to the table where you're bound. "I mean, you looked nice before, but now you're even better, hey?"
 
He runs a finger down one of your breasts, which is a combination of the firm and bouncy feel of a boob with the hard, milky feel of a piece of sculpted chocolate.
 
"I've gotta admit. I'm not all that down for the whole elf barbeque thing, but this? This is a different story, yeah."
 
He moves a hand over to your own, which is currently bound by a manacle, and interlaces his fingers with yours rather boorishly. His thumb rolls a circle around your palm, and then he's kissing your fingers quite gentleman-like...
 
Until he slips a finger into his mouth, takes it between his teeth and /bites/ down, taking the thing off completely!
 
And rather than that hurting, there's actually a *jolt* of delight from it...! A perverse and unwelcome feeling, to be sure, considering you just lost a finger, but something that makes your body tingle!
 
Alisaie Leveilleur just grits her teeth at the fondling of her breast - it's a tingle, but nothing unusual. "So you're a pervert like I always knew you were," she growls. She has foiled some of your schemes before - this time she was over her head and will probably pay for it. She just stares as you start to hold her hand - very lewd, of course - and watches as you stick a finger into your mouth - then she gasps sharply at a shock of ecstasy throbbing from her hand. What _was_ that? She sees that she's missing a finger - but... can still feel that finger being sucked on and it's... very... distracting - and the shock of the finger bite wasn't pain - it was... pleasure. Oh no - this is bad... very bad... will she be able to resist humiliating herserlf if this continues?
 
 
Donovan rolls the piece of chocolate around his mouth, as it melts in the way chocolate does. You can still feel it, but it's gradually fading away...
 
"So what do you think about that?" he says, and he's got a rather worrying knife to go with a paper plate now.
 
"Darling, I can safely say you're doomed. Even if someone heroic crashed this party, you'd be missing this, that and everything by the time they got a chance to fix you... so I reckon you might as well just enjoy y'self, you know?"
 
The little plastic utensil is scoring a line down your breast, as Donovan starts to remove a piece of it like a slice of chocolate cake, perky elven nipple lingering on the end like a strawberry on the cake.
 
And since other villains know you're ready to be dessert now, he's not going to be the only one... more and more people are going to start stepping in, dividing you up and ravishing you with lips and tongues...
 
Alisaie Leveilleur just stares in horror as she feels that finger melting into your mouth in an erotic thrill as the sensation fades away. "You're a monster... I know we've had our fights but isn't this a bit much?" she asks - then grits her teeth to stifle a moan as that knife scrapes a line off her breast which sends throbs of ecstasy through her as she shudders softly, and as the nipple is extracted, she can't help but make a soft noise of protesting pleasure. "What... how...?" she whimpers, as she's starting to get wet from the pleasure - but... it's demonstrated itself a bit differently as a bit of white cream can be seen between her lips.... vanilla flavor arousal?
 
Alisaie whimpers as people are starting to lick and suck on various aprts of her which is only making the sensations worse.... the spell is making EVERYTHING feel good.
 
Donovan smiles, little bits of chocolate smudging the corner of his lips.
 
"Honestly, I can't think of a better way to settle your hash than this," he replies. "It's fucking you and humiliating you and getting rid of you once and for all, all at the same time, right?"
 
Since nobody else has touched it so far, once he spies that sticky arousal he's immediately going for it... nobody seems to mind him using his fingers as he dips inside your creamy puss, licking the vanilla syrup from his fingertips afterwards... and then he's going in again, strangely this part of your body still /reacts/ like you weren't made of chocolate as he twists and thrusts inside, all the while plucking the toes from your foot one after another and slipping them into his mouth.
 
Soon you're going to be missing both arms and one breast, not to mention an ear, a shoulder, half of your belly... the bliss is unbearable, so why not let those feelings out as wantonly as you need to? You're slowly disappearing piece by piece, but it hurts so good...
 
Alisaie Leveilleur's bliss is just growing with each violation - it's... getting unbearable. She can't hlep but to cry out when Donovan bites her extracted nipple... but as she starts getting fingered, her eyes widen as she spasms. She's trying to hold out on her sanity - but being fingered - her toes popped off with a shock and suckled on.... and her ENTIRE BREAST being removed (the same one you scraped) - she finally cries ou and spasms as she cums, spraying vanilla cream onto her thighs as she just whimpers faintly, her eyes fluttering. Her poin ted ear also elicited a strong response - her arms not so much, but the people cutting her breast into slices and eating it was driving her crazy as she just groans and shudders. She closes her eyes, wishing that she was dead already... but... each violation is only feeling better... what next?
 
With deft, expert movements, Donovan is going to go for a critical hit. He's cutting your puss gently but decisively from between your hips, the entire quivering thing deposited on another paper plate, and yet still entirely capable of feeling... and he sits back on a comfy chair nearby and /licks/.
 
He's going to take his time slowly, delicately devouring this thing, like a boiled sweet- dipping his tongue into your sex, slowly wearing it down layer by sweet, sugary layer. Even your clit will slowly be licked away to nothing by his laviscious tongue but you can still /feel/, and he sits there patiently, slowly enjoying himself, knowing you're helpless, knowing you can't do anything but lie there and /experience/ this, vanilla dripping down his chin as he eats your most precious core...
 
And more and more of your body is disappearing now, all four limbs sliced up and devoured, pieces taken out of your chest, utterly, decadently doomed...
 
Alisaie Leveilleur just stares in shock as you start sawing around her quivering quim as you extract her snatch completely. And... she has no shame - and no resistance - as she screams in ecstasy as you start to lick and literally devour her snatch - and she is just spasming adn writhing in total ecstasy - even as she's held down and the other breast is removed, sending more thrills through her. Apparently everyone was told to leave her head alone for she'll remain conscious and aware as long as her head is. Her eyes are glazed, she's panting - everything is pure orgasmic ecstasy and it's not stoopping - just growing and growing as more and more of her is gone...
 
 
Donovan kisses you on the lips as there's not really much left but that, the seat of your conciousness, still pounding with orgasmic bliss despite being the only thing left. At this point, it's probably impossible to tell what's happening. Your entire existence is a swirling. neverending orgasm, even as every last bit of you that remains is melting and swirling and being chewed up and swallowed.
 
Donovan holds you like a fine wineglass, sucking on the last little piece of you that remains, making sure that every... last... lick issues more and more of those pathetic, orgasmic moans.
 
And when there's nothing left but maybe a pair of desperate, drooling lips, he pops the very last piece of you into his mouth, swirling with his tongue, sucking you down to nothing, everthing just bliss, bliss, bliss as the last little cell of sanity and awareness dissolves...