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I was supposed to post this 5 days ago ;-; (Sorry but here's a remake for the ugly demon image I posted about a month ago) (Hope its better because I'm not the greatest at drawing)
Succubus but instead of doing the horny they just eat you and sap ur energy then bounce b4 you wake up, occasionally taking you with them.
Appetite For Love
The demon was exquisitely hungry, his long blood line contained some of the most famous of hellish gluttons, from dreameaters, to blood-drinkers, soul eaters to life-force drainers, flesheaters to incubi and end even those who ate their preys very existence. The mortal was someone he desperately desired, from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. Body,mind, soul, heart. She was delicious at every level, beautiful and worthy of his deepest adoration. For something like him there was no distinction between attraction and craving, lust and appetite, beauty and taste, love and hunger. Yet he had not devoured her, not because he did not want to, but because he understood that to mortals such things were not intertwined. Had he fallen for a fellow Demon this would not be such a dilemma, everyone knew that mated pairs would eventually destroy each other, the healthiest of demon couples could drag the dance of cat and mouse out over Millenia to the point where it was common to assume most longstanding enemies were in love. But a mortal...mortals were so fragile, it often only took a few bites to end one. How would he impress upon her the depth of his adoration? If he could not take his time to carve it into her mind and flesh? How could he trap her soul for eternity if it broke under the strain of his affection? Even the weakest of demons generally took decades to digest alive but a human only took a day at most and minutes at the least. Truly this was a tragic conundru- *kiss* soft lips gently press against his forehead. "Hey handsome, has that book revealed any big secrets yet?" She teases sitting next to him easily and learning against his side. "What? Oh um *cough* ah no not yet." He admits sheepishly, with a teasing smile she gently grips the book and deftly flips it so it is the right way round. "Well, I generally find holding it like this makes things easier." His face is on fire, you'd think he'd be used to that given his hell based upbringing but evidently not. "Ah r-right I knew that." Is it possible to be banished by embarassment? For a brief period he finds himself hoping it is. But the soothing stroking of her hand up and down his arm makes the teasing bare able. "Perhaps you just need an audience to keep your mind from wandering. How about you read it to me?" He nods taking a deep breathe and squaring his shoulders, maybe he can't shower her in affection in his own love language but perhaps he can learn how to do so in hers.
Rampage: enjoy my stomach cage you go *chuckles*
Hey if it isn’t too much trouble could we have some knight press if you’re up for it? With some weight gain and disposal too please.
If you put a mask/helmet on it, you almost automatically have my preferred preds. Knight helmets are one of my favorite.
When a knight is wearing his full armor, never underestimate him. Many will see it as someone who won't eat them, or who has a light load in his stomach. They might send a large amount of guys or a few very large monsters after knights like these, thinking they won't have anything to worry about. But that's never the case. A knight that's wearing his armor is a knight that's still going to eat. There's always magic at play like this, whether it's a mage for a distance keeping the armor on, or the knight himself knowing a few spells, or some enchanted armor to stretch and fit over his gut--no knight comes unprepared, and every knight comes with an appetite. It doesn't matter how they're dressed, they'll eat anything thrown at them and leave nothing but some extra pounds on their body and a pile of crap that used to be their enemy. Of course, some knights don't do any of that. That's when plate armor goes flying off, and it's very hard to find when that happens. It's usually a newbie mistake to let that happen.
Nothing drives away dragons like a strong, burly knight will. It's usually thought the bigger, the better, but it seems like any knight that goes off to fight a dragon comes back bigger and better. Even the most fit and muscular of men come back with a heavy, soft gut after several days of dealing with the dragon. There'll always be regaling stories in the tavern the night he returns of how he dealt with the beast. Many people won't believe that a mere knight was able to swallow a dragon whole, but all it takes is going to the cave it used to live in to find a dragon-sized pile of crap, scales, and bones to know the truth. Or, if people are a bit too drunk and don't feel like walking to the cave themselves, the knight is always happy to give a live demonstration. Meat pairs well with beer anyhow, and dessert never hurt anyone.
Not all knights are human, and not all knights are friendly or of good natured. One should always be careful of a man in armor that isn't well known to the area. Sure, they might seem friendly and good natured, but that's how many creatures get their way in. Demons are one of the most common, walking in pretending to be a knight only to wipe out an entire household--or worse, the village--and leaving nothing but a desolate wasteland behind of big piles and empty houses. The demon'll walk off fatter to the next place to do it over again. Slimes are another common issue, often fitting themselves into the armor of a knight they digested so they can go back and get more food. If a knight that was well known for a loud, boisterous voice is suddenly silent, it's almost likely he was eaten by a slime and it's now taken his armor to get more food. Slimes are never sated, after all. The undead can also be an issue like this. One wouldn't expect a skeleton or a haunted suit of armor capable of eating men, but if the armor they are in have the right enchantments or it was brought back with the right curse? Well, people tend to disappear past that helmet, and that suit will swell, and when they finally come back out, it's nothing more than a pile of waste. The suit will always look a bit bulkier after, too.
*laughing nervously for a long time* I'm not sure why I came here... So I'm just gonna smile and back away slowly. *sweating*
You want to leave so soon? But you just came here
You can't back away anywhere ~
I can tell you exactly why you came here
You came here to become my little snack, isn't that right? Oh why am I even asking, you can't leave anyway~
I can assure you, your stay is very appreciated~
Vore, Demon, Cyborg, but mostly V O R E