#knight vore

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More knights, please...

I can do more knights!

When the curse had been laid upon him by the warlock, the knight had figured nothing had happened. It didn't hurt him, weaken him, or turn him into anything--so he'd thought nothing of it and finished the job he was set out to do. It wasn't until much later in the night, while he was sitting with some of his companions at the castle, that he could feel the deep, rumbling hungry bubbling up from his stomach. At first he'd thought that it was just him needing to eat after a long day, but the intensity of it was near debilitating, and his companions took notice of their friend doubling over as his stomach growled like an animal. The knight didn't even realize what was happening next. One of his companions had tried to help him up, and when he looks up at them, he lost control of himself. He pulled the fellow knight in close, his jaws opening wide, and he engulfs his head in an instant. He devoured another knight like it was nothing, effortlessly working down his broad and powerful form, armor and all. It was enough to stun his other two companions as they watch kicking feet disappear down the hatch and hear the groan of the knight's armor as metal stretches over a stuffed gut. The hungry glare the knight gives his two friends is enough to make them return to their senses and try to fight back...but he overpowers them both almost effortlessly, his supernatural hunger giving him the ability to fight back with ease. One knight tries to plea with him as the other is devoured whole. But those eyes glare down at him like meat and he finds himself being devoured just as ravenously. Three knights was the limit as the groaning armor finally gives away and pops off, crashing into a wall. the knight's stomach surges forward, large and bulging with the forms of three fellow knights struggling for their lives inside his tank. But along with his hunger, his acids are also far more potent, and the three men find themselves being melted right out of their armor with ease. Come the next day, there'd be nothing left of them other than some belched-up armor scattered around the knight's sleeping quarters, worn and ruined after bathing in such strong acids. The knight kicks a helmet out of the way as he stretches his much thicker gut. His armor won't fit over that anymore...especially when it lets out another deep growl that makes the knight wince. His friends weren't nearly enough, it seems. He'll have to pick off the rest of the court then...maybe even the guards. Maybe even more. Eyes glowing with hungry and stomach rumbling like a beast, the cursed knight leaves his room to fill the empty void of his stomach on everyone he knew.

He was known as a party slayer. At a first glance, the knight wouldn't seem the type. If anything, he looked retired, wearing an old and worn helmet but little else in regards to armor, only dressing in a pair of old pants and leather boots. His round stomach was always on display, a few scars showing pas battles, and while his pecs and arms showed impressive muscles, the knight still didn't look very out of place. That was what gave him an advantage. He challenged adventuring parties where ever he could--in towns, in the wilderness, in the heart of a dungeon--and they'd almost always accept. He had no weapons, little in way of armor, and looked like he had let himself go after a lack of training. Parties with much younger men, each one strong and skilled in some way, should be able to wipe the floor with him with ease. So far, no one has come close. The knight blocked or dodged nearly every incoming attack and would retaliate quickly with a grapple. Stronger men, usually with weapons or hand-to-hand combat training, were almost always the first of a party to be grabbed after they got in close for an attack. They often made the best example of how the fights go as well when the knight's helmet opens up to reveal a drooling maw that effortlessly takes in whatever part of the party member it can. The fight tends to freeze there as thick gulps and slurps suck the screaming, wiggling fighting down the hatch. The knight's belly will slosh and expand as they drop inside and he'll give a good belch to the rest of the party just to show off. Fights tend to go a few ways after that. Some will attempt to stay and fight, usually becoming more aggressive and trying to use raw speed or strength to take the knight down and free their friend. That always ends the fastest, and the knight wipes the entire party out in a matter of minutes. Some try to bargain with him or call off the fight, but that just makes it easy for him to come in close and scarf down whoever is left. Most try to turn tail and flee the second they realize how outmatched they are, but the knight isn't one to let food get away. He's fast and he's strong, and he has yet to lose a single party member in their attempts at escape. All it does is help some of the earlier ones melt a bit faster when they have to deal with his bouncing gut sloshing them around. No matter what, it all ends the same. The knight settles down by a fire, warming his stomach with it as it processes another party of adventures. He'll cough up whatever goods or trinkets he can to keep for later, though sometimes he'll end up with bent armor and acid-worn boots he tosses away. If it's late, he'll sleep, but otherwise, he'll pick himself up once his belly has done its job and be on his way again. He has no end goal or destination in mind, really. He'll go wherever he thinks he might find food. Nothing feels greater to digest than an entire party of wanna-be adventurers, and until one of them manages to take him down, he'll continue to wipe them out one after another.

Each knight stands in a line as their captain moves down it, stopping at each of them to speak. It was inspection day, which meant that the captain of the kingdom's court made sure that each knight was able to meet the expected standards set out for them. Their captain was wearing his armor, as always, but they knew that wouldn't keep them safe. It was enchanted just for stations like this. The third knight down the roar is lifted off the ground, letting out a startled scream as he's so easily manhandled. The captain's helmet opens wide his jaws and the knight is lowered in feet first, steady gulps sucking him down the hatch while he pleas and begs for a second chance. He'd failed to meet the mark during their archery training that day, and so, he was to be disposed of. The captain's stomach swells out as the knight drops inside, metal plating stretching like flesh as another man is forced inside. He belches into his fist as he continues moving down the line, now with a churning, sloshing gut that had the muffled voice of their companion screaming out of it. The next knight to be scooped up is much larger, normally in charge of taking on bigger threats. But today, he'd been late by over and hour after getting drunk at the tavern the night before--and that alone was enough to send him down the hatch, the brute howling and roaring the entire way down. It makes the captain's stomach bump into the next night as it doubles in size, earning him a mumbled apology before a massive belch blasts out above him. The third knight to fail was always barely making the cut, and today, he was just behind enough to be lifted up and guzzled down. He didn't make a peep as he was devoured, as if he had been expecting it for a while. The last knight to be disposed was at the end of the line. He'd done nothing wrong, and in fact was one of the better knights in the court. "But I'm still hungry," the captain says simply before leaning down and engulfing the man's head. The knight kicked around as he's devoured, but the wet slurps and gulps overpower him, and soon the captain is tipping his head back as he sends kicking legs down the hatch. The rest of the knights stand by silently, holding the position despite a couple gaps in the line. The captain steps back, rubbing over his guts as it churns loudly. He lets out a few belches...and finally, a helmet flies from his jaws, clattering to the feet of the other knights. And then a second...and a third...and a fourth, which comes up with a belch so loud it rattles their armor and rings in their ears. Then, finally, they're dismissed. One of the knights collects the helmets to place with the others while they all leave their captain to digest his meal in peace. They were all jus happy to have survived another inspection.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Knights + wg + disposal? The wg is the most important part for me tbh

I can absolutely do that! Knights are always great.

Kneeling down before the prince, the knight keeps his head down out of respect. The king had just assigned him to watch after the young man; naturally, he'd give his very life to protect him. That was the oath he'd taken as part of his knighthood, to always protect the royal family above all else.

The prince wasn't very happy to have a 'walking hunk of metal' always trailing after him. He was small, even for his age, and the burly knight in his thick, silver armor practically towered over the young adult. He hardly spoke as the prince never spoke directly to him. He followed the prince's orders so long as they didn't conflict with the one given to him by the king, of course. Their relationship stayed strained, distant, and professional...until one night when the knight peeked into the prince's room (which he was forbidden from entering) and saw that it was empty and the window was open.

The knight panicked, of course, but he wouldn't let anyone see or notice as he began to search around for his liege. It took a bit of work, but he managed to find the prince at the local tavern, three pints into a drinking spell and so wasted he was barely standing. That was bad enough, but even worse, the prince was seated with a group of strangers. And the way they're staring at him, grinning like wolves, talking quietly to each other...the knight's vision goes red and for a time, he loses total control of himself.

When the knight comes to, he has a stomachache and he's in the prince's room. He can feel cool air exposed on his gut, which is currently sticking up in the air above him. Its gurgling and churning wetly, processing some thick meat, which the knight notices as he belches thickly. But there's another taste on his mouth--alcohol. He isn't drunk, though, and he's sure he didn't have a drop. A weight shifts on top of him and that's when he notices the prince, deep in sleep on top of his still softening stomach. The knight licks his lips, tasting booze and...something else. The pieces are coming together...and he has no idea how to feel about any of it.

The knight slipped away before the prince could wake up, and come the next morning, the young man is hungover and just as crabby as ever. The knight hopes that that will be the end of it. The prince got wasted in an act of rebellion, the knight saved him (and ended a few lives in the process, if the bone-riddled shit he left in the royal stables are any indication), and none of it will be remembered or spoken about and they can continue on as normal. Only the slight squeeze of the knight's armor on his heftier stomach will remind him and he'll be sure to work it off in time.

But the knight can't help but notice the prince acting differently. He's still defiant and closed off, but the knight notices the young man staring at his stomach every so often and his instance to be left alone comes off as forced rather than earnest and only seemed to happen when there were watching eyes. The prince never tried to shoo him away while in private. The knight can't tell if the strange feeling he gets from it is discomfort or...something else.

A week after the incident, the prince loudly proclaimed he was going to the tavern. It wasn't directed at the knight, but no one else was around to hear, and so he follows along after the prince to his destination. The knight feels a bit better about this, now that he's actually aware of where the prince has gone and is there to watch him. Though having someone like him at the dingy town bar is going to bring in attention from its patrons.

The prince tried to ignore some of the tipsy men that were pestering him, but when one grabbed the royal roughly by the arm and pulled on him, the knight saw red again. He was very aware of what he was doing this time, though, as he pulls the bastard right off the ground and into his drooling maw. Thick gulps suck the man down, and his equally tipsy companions try to help and fight back, but their clumsy movements stood no match against the raging knight. Each one would be grappled and shoveled down the hatch, steadily filling the knight's stomach. The second down makes the plate armor pop off his gut, letting it surge forward with a wet slosh, but he barely pays mind to it as he grabs onto the third and keeps eating. After the fifth pair of kicking legs are slurped down, it seems everyone else in the bar is content to keep their eyes focused elsewhere. Some flinch when the knight belts out a thick belch but no one even dares to speak.

Things are hazy after that for the full knight. He's pulled along to one of the tavern's rooms, hands all over his groaning guts as the men inside scream and struggle. Thick gurgles steadily overtake their voices and powerful acids soften their strong bodies with time. It makes a few heavy belches rumble out of him. One of them sends a skull flying, and it's met with a kiss soon after, one that the knight melts right into with a soft moan. The pampering to his full stomach would eventually lull the knight to sleep, his loud snoring accompanying the heavy churning of his gut.

When the knight comes to the next morning, his belly is burbling softly, pumping away the last bits of slop from last night's meal. It takes him a moment to realize where he is, and when he tries to sit up, he notices a heavy weight draped across his stomach. The prince, sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around the round pot gut that hung off the knight's frame. Or he had been, until the knight moved and woke him up.

The prince's morning starts with some very profuse and startled apologies from the knight, promising to never do something so gluttonous and hedonistic again, especially not with the prince. He was in the middle of ensuring he'd lose the weight in a week's time when he feels hands on his gut. The prince lifts it up from the bottom and lets it drop, making the mass bounce and slosh. The knight can feel his face heating up under his mask and the words jam up in his throat.

"You won't be losing the weight," the prince says, roaming his hands over the soft expanse of the knight's middle. "In fact, I expect you to stick with your new diet for the foreseeable future. Furthermore, you'll be allowing me full access t your stomach at all times, especially for sleeping. You can do that, can't you..." the prince leans up, planting a soft kiss on the knight's lips, "...my loyal knight?"

The knight can't do anything but nod, his belly warbling out a wet groan against the prince's hands.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hey! You've been putting out some great stuff lately so first off thank you so much for that!

Your knight that ate his son/squire I think is still one of your hottest and I've been in a knight and sadistic mood lately. How about some more knight dad ones such as a knight who makes his son his squire and then makes the mistake of leaving him alone with his partner for a few minutes and comes back to find the other knight crunching his son in his gut, just for the fun of it? Or a knight who with his son squire is sent to take out a bandit chief but he finds the chief so hot while they're fighting he just lets him pound and eat his son and the two become friends over it while his son's getting mulched alive. Or a knight who as a "joke" on his knight companion CVs his companion's son squire and then blows him into his companion's armor while he's asleep? (Bonus if we get to see the dad's reaction)

These are all really fun ideas, it’s hard to choose just one…so maybe I’ll write something for all three!

The knight had thought they were getting along. With his son of age, he made him a squire and brought him out with his partner for a long journey to another town. It was supposed to be his son's first expedition and the start of carrying on the family's proud lineage as knights of the kingdom. His son and partner seemed to be getting along very well, so the knight had suspected it would be fine to leave them on their own for a time while he went out to do just a bit of hunting. He got back with enough meat for the three of them, but he found that his partner had already gotten a meal. His chest plate was taken off, exposing his soft gut as it hangs forward heavily with someone squirming inside. The knight didn't want to believe what seemed to be happening, though, so he takes a seat with him. "Have you seen my boy around?" the knight asks, eyes training on that bulging gut. The voice coming from inside was too familiar, even muffled. But before he can ask anything else, his partner lets out a deep belch as his guts flex down. There's a loud scream, cut off quickly by a series of crunches and snaps as the live meal is pulverized in an instant. A metal helmet, now bent and dented, flies out of his partner's jaws and clatters to the floor. It was the squire's. The knight's partner pats his gut a few times, making it slosh and wobble. "Afraid you just missed him. Don't worry too much, though. I'm sure one of your other sons will last longer." He chuckles and burps again. The knight lets out a tired sigh and begins to cook the meat. "I suppose I'll be having his rations tonight then." At this point, he's hardly even surprised. That was the third boy he'd brought out on a trip like this. The first two times, they hadn't gotten along with his partner, so he had believed that was the reason they were eaten. Now he's beginning to suspect that his partner might just have a taste for easy meat, like inexperienced squires. Still...it's hard to stay mad at a man who he's known so long and been through so much with. He does have other sons, of course. Perhaps he'll train them a bit harder, just to ensure they aren't such easy meals. If he happens to run out though...at least he'll still have a close companion.

It had been a very long and very tough battle. Dealing with the bandit camp alongside his son, a knight in sterling armor planned to eradicate the entire thing once and for all. He'd done well, too, getting through most of the bandits with ease. But they were just pawns in this scheme. The real target was their leader, who the knight had his way to with his boy following. When he got to the tent the leader was stationed in, he was taken aback. The bandit leader was barely clothed, wearing only a large fur cloak, thick boots, and leather shorts. The large dragon's skull on his head makes his eyes even more intense, and he scratches his bearded chin as he glares at the two intruders. His body is thicker than the trained knights, both in muscle mass and with a heavy gut that rested in his lap. For some reason...the knight found himself hesitating as he took in the sight of the bigger, stronger man. The leader noticed, though, and flashed a toothy smile. "Do you like what you see, sir knight?" He pats his stomach, making it wobble. "You took down those lackeys of mine with ease...so why not make a deal? I'll let you work as my right-hand man...if you feed the boy to me." He points to the knight's son, still just a squire but well on his way to knighthood. Of course, his son just scoffs at the idea and is ready to charge in and finish their job. But he's grabbed by the knight, hoisted up by the back of his neck, and brought forward. The squire starts to squirm, demanding to know what his father is doing. But the knight doesn't answer. He brings his son over to the bandit and, using his superior strength, effortlessly lifts his son up into the air, feet lining up with the wide, drooling maw of his opponent. The squire slips right in, the swallowing of the bandit and the pushing of the knight making him an easy meal to send down despite his squirming. His angry yelling becomes more desperate the further he's pushed in, and as his father's hands shove down on the top of his head, he's begging his dad to snap out of it and save him. Then the jaws snap closed over his face, and with a gulp, he's gone. He makes the bandit's gut bloat out in his lap, and the knight is allowed to rub over his stomach, utterly mesmerized. Even the thick belch the leader lets loose in the armored face doesn't seem to dissuade him at all. The muffled screaming of his son goes unheard as he massages the leader's churning guts. With a pleased sigh, the bandit leader leans back, folding his arms behind his head. Knights were just too easy. Hopefully, this one has more sons to feed him. He could go for seconds.

It was late at night when the knight slipped from his tent, still wearing his helmet and basic protective gear, but otherwise leaving his entire body exposed. It'd been a long journey back to the kingdom, and if it hadn't been exhausting enough, his companion had brought his annoying son along--just a squire, fairly common for the sons of powerful knights. But he hated the snotty kid. He was too confident for his own good and never listened to anything the knight had to say. And of course, his father was blinded by admiration for his son and didn't notice how awful he was to have around. That's why the knight decided he'd get rid of the boy and teach his companion a lesson. A little prank is all he needs. Getting to the boy's tent, he kneels down and opens it up, exposing the sleeping squire. Careful not to wake him, he pulls the boy forward, sliding bare feet into the tip of his cock. The knight groans softly, his helmet useful in muffling the noise a bit as he begins to take in his meal. He normally saved this type of behavior for private celebrations or stress relief, but this would be necessary. His cock got right to work, slurping the squire deeper like a hungry snake feeding on its meat. All the while, the knight rubs along his shaft, huffing and moaning as it takes in a decently sized meal. The squire's body was certainly well-trained, fit and muscular--perfect for a massive load. When he starts to get to the boy's waist, the knight thrusts his hips, unable to hold back. It wakes the squire up, though. There's some thrashing and a bit of yelling, but a hand over the boy's mouth keeps that noise to a minimum as the knight works him deeper. Hearing the snores of his companion, he knows that he's good to keep going, and the squire is already up to his armpits in the knight's cock. A push on the top of his head muffled the squire's shout, and his flailing arms get slurped up soon after. The knight shudders and groans as his balls bloat out with a thick slosh, the weight of the boy making them feel full and heavy. He gets to his feet, still stroking over his cock as he goes to his companion's tent. His armor is left sitting outside, and the knight stands over it, rubbing his cock while his sack churns and clenches. The squire is a feisty meal, and it makes the knight moan shamelessly as he enjoys the sensations. But with all the stimulation, that squire begins to melt, and it only takes a few clenches for his sack to round out entirely. Not long after is the knight blowing his load, throwing his head back with a loud groan as he fires off gallons of fresh cum. They flood the armor, the squire filling it up entirely. He makes sure everything gets filled--the legs, the chest pieces, even the helmet. When he's done, there's a mess of cum everywhere, and a few bones are bobbing in the pools filling the armor. But he's satisfied and gets back to bed soon after. He'd be woken up the next day by some angry yelling and be forced to scrub the armor clean in a nearby river, but he'd at least have proved his point. Besides, his companion will get over it--the knight has a son or two he won't mind tossing his companion's way as an apology.

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[misc. big helmet man] comes upon reader hiding, and he tells the reader that since they can’t keep up with him to escape, he’ll give them the “ride of their life” so they’ll have passed out by the time digestion begins. (optional ending with reformation but you do what you like tbh)

I can meet in the middle and make it ambiguous, but I do love the idea of a dominant predator-type having his own form of "mercy" for prey.

"Hmph...still here, hm?" the knight asks, heavy arms folded over an even heavier chest. He's completely naked other than the helmet donning his head, though it doesn't do much to hide the glare he's giving the smaller man before him. "I warned you not to be here when I was done."

"I-I..." The much smaller guard shivers as he stares up at the imposing beast of a man before him. He'd once been the guard for a very powerful ruler looking to expand his reign...last the guard saw of him, said ruler was a pair of twitching feet sinking into the knight's chest. Most of the other guards had found themselves in there or into his stomach. It's only served to make the large knight even bigger, which leaves the shivering guard completely engulfed by his shadow.

"Nothing to be done about it, then. I gave you your warning." A large hand grabs the guard by the upper arm, hoisting him back to his feet.

"W-Wait, please don't eat me!" the guard says quickly. "I...I'll leave, you'll never see me again! I...I let you in, like you asked, you said you won't!"

"I said I wouldn't if you left and never came back," the knight corrects. "Yet here you are...but I won't let your efforts be ignored, either. You'll get the ride of your life before I end it."

"The...The ride of my...what are you..?" The guard finally manages to look away from the imposing glare of the knight just to see the imposing length he boasted between his legs, standing at full mast. All the eating must have caused the knight to become pent up. "Th-That...That's not...going to fit..."

The knight leans in close, causing hot breath to wash over the guard. "Yes, it will. And you get the opportunity to enjoy every inch of it. I can see you're already excited."

The guard looks down again to see he's pitching a tent in his pants. He looks away fast. Well...if this is really going to be the last fuck of his life...he's sure it'll be the best. Soon he's turned around, up against the wall, with his pants pulled down. The second that cock is pushing into him, he's crying out, pleasure shooting through his entire body. The knight gave him every inch, just as promised, and the guard forgot how imminent his end was in the utter pleasure he was experiencing. In fact, it was far too much for him, and as he and the knight came, he blacked out entirely.

The knight takes deep breaths as he finishes shooting off his load. He can tell the guard is passed out--few can handle him without that happening. He pulls out carefully and shovels the guard's head into his maw, beginning to guzzle the man down.

A few gulps and slurps and he's gone, another notch in the knight's gut. He belches and pats his stomach, starting to stomp out of the now-empty castle. He rubs over his stomach, feeling it gurgle and churn. The guard won't last an hour--the rest of them hardly made it that long. Oh well...perhaps he'll show another ounce of mercy to this guard, assuming he doesn't forget about his existence once he reaches down to collect his reward. Guess he'll simply have to see...

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Mysterious old sentient armor finds an admirer, and they’re such a willing participant that they keep him around, “admirer” keeps them well fed, oiled, and polished

I think that sounds cute!

The old antique shop was out of place in the middle of a city, but that's what helped bring in customers. The guy who ran it looked way too young for a shop that seemed so old, but Willy was what he went by and it's the name plastered on the sign out front so people just chalked it up to him being an eccentric. That eccentrisim certainly resonated with the clutter that lined every shelf and table in the store, junk upon junk practically overflowing. But no matter what item people took interest in, Willy always knew everything there was to know about it off the top of his head.

There was always one thing that got plenty of people's attention, though: the large set of armor that sat just behind his counter, practically looming over him. Whoever it had once been made for must have been huge, given how tall the armor was, and its large, bulky stature. It even had a belly, with the round dome of a gut jutting forward, as it made for someone heavyset. The black metal shined like new, though, clearly well cared for, and people often came in just to find Willy polishing that metal himself. People who do happen to notice he seems to be talking to the thing, and well, rumors like that often spread.

People that get too curious about it tend to ask the same questions. How much does it cost? Nothing they could offer. Where did it come from? It came with the store. Who made it? No one knows. Can they touch it?

Wally always grins when that gets asked. He's more than happy to let curious customers come behind the counter and get close to the armor. the metal is smooth, polished to a sheen, and...warm. And it almost sounds like someone is inside of it. By the time people start to find it weird, it's too late. Metal hands hoist them off the ground as if they're light as a feather, letting them look into the glowing blue eyes that exist in the darkness under that visor...a darkness that will consume them.

No one has ever gotten away. Wally has seen man of all shapes and sizes come in and go down and no amount of kicking, screaming, begging, cursing, or struggling has ever stopped the inevitable descent down the armor's hungry gullet...or whatever it has in place of that. Wally can't say, it's always empty when he peeks under the helmet, but he can hear the thick gulping of prey sinking down the hatch. By the time it's all over, the person is sealed away, and the armor loves to belch and feel along his stomach when it's gotten live meat. Wally loves to feel it, too. The armor of the belly is always deceptively soft and warm, like he's feeling a real stomach. He can sometimes make out the noises the men make inside but the heavy gurgling tends to drown it out. A full belly always gets an extra polishing from Wally, and the groans from the armor always tell him it's well received.

Besides, when people walk in seeing him polishing the armor's stomach, there's no reason to think it strange. And if any weird sounds come from it around customers, he does love spinning a tale of his haunted suit of armor--it always gets a laugh, no matter how true it may be. That armor is one of Wally's most prized possessions and he'd always working to keep it content. After all, letting something as amazing as this go hungry would simply be a waste.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

can we get more stories of sir Edgar and his little bf?

Those two are pretty cute, and I do love the "big predator with small prey boyfriend" tope pretty hard. I can get something going! And here are the last two times I wrote about Sir Edgar.

You were woken up suddenly the way you often were--being spit up. It was easier for you to snooze curled in inside the gut of your very large boyfriend, Sir Edgar. The knight's black armor was tough, near impenetrable, and you knew there was nowhere safer for you to be than right behind it. But now you're out in the open again, a little slathered in belly slime but otherwise unharmed. He only ever let you out like this for two reasons--you reached an inn of some kind or he was going to eat. Today's reason was number two.

As you wipe slime off your face you see that you're in a forest, off the beaten path and instead sitting on the outskirts of someone's camp. There's a group of men sitting around, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Bandits, you'd presume. Sir Edgar liked eating them. They were good snacks for the road, he'd often say.

But of course, he's quite right now, silently talking his prey. You move back to keep out of his way and to watch him work. You've seen it maybe a hundred times now but it never stopped feeling like the first. Despite his large body, the knight could move with total silence, and he uses that to sneak up on his prey undetected. Then, when he's close--he strikes. He lunges out, grabbing one of the two men from behind and shoveling the bandit's head into his jaws. You still haven't figured out how he manages to eat with that helmet on, but you always forget to ask. He slurps down the first one with such speed that the rest of the group have only just gotten to their feet when he's gone.

Two more of the bandits are restrained before they can properly fight back, grabbed roughly by the knight and shoveled together into his jaws to follow their companion down his gullet. The last two attempt to rush him while he's eating, but their daggers are useless against the powerful plates of his armor. He grabs another to start devouring once the other two are gone, and the final tries to run. But like always, he never makes it. He's scooped right off the ground and Sir Edgar throws his head back to finish gulping down the fourth of the bandits. And the fifth is soon being shoveled in after him for just as fast a descent.

You came out of your hiding place seeing Sir Edgar take his seat on the ground where the bandits used to be. His stomach was bloated out now with more live prey stuffed inside. You kneeled in front of him, more than happy to get some time rubbing along the smooth armor of his gut and coaxing out some pleased groans and wet belches. You two would be on your way again soon enough but like always, you'd both be enjoying this full gut for at least a little while.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Big helmet/armor men boyfriend being very overprotective of reader

Aw, adorable. And also an ideal relationship. Lets ruin it with vore.

The large knight was a voracious devourer. He's been known to clear out entire taverns and dungeons on his own just to sate his hunger. Of course, most don't really know why he ends up doing that--they are aware that he has a smaller man with him at just about all times. That man happened to be the knight's boyfriend, the two of them madly in love. And the knight, being the bigger and stronger of the two, was making sure his boyfriend was always safe. That's why he got rid of anyone who seemed to be a threat. That just also happened to be...just about everyone. So whenever they settled down to get some dinner or a drink or a place to sleep for the night, the large knight could immediately devour anyone who even looked in their direction. Of course, that kind of attitude usually got more attention, and could also stir up trouble. Which is how he usually ends up clearing out entire rooms or buildings. But it always worked out in the end--he'd get some belly rubs from his boyfriend and his boyfriend would have an even softer belly to cuddle when they got some sleep that night. They were practically made for each other.

The armor his boyfriend had been put in was what kept him alive after the accident in the war took place. He'd been wearing it during the fight, and now, his injuries were too server to remove it--instead, he'd been integrated into it to live like that. He was grateful he was okay, and honestly, he didn't really mind the new look at all--the digital visor for his boyfriend's eyes was cute and a lot of the hard metal parts could clip off if needed. The caveat that did come with this is that he needed a much higher nutritional intact to keep the suit active. At first that meant eating a lot more food than before, which gave the armored man a newly found pot belly. But the realization of what this new armor could do came when his boyfriend stopped some guys from harassing him. The suit must have done it when detecting danger, but in a flash, one of the men wound up getting his head shoveled into the armored man's jaws. It was surprisingly quick how fast the guy had slithered down the hatch. The other two men didn't get to run far before they were devoured together, joining the first in the sweltering gut as the process of biofuel conversion began. He'd been fine with what his boyfriend did, given that it saved his life and all, and he would be lying if he didn't think the pot belly was cute and the idea of an even bigger one was appealing. The main issue was the fact that his boyfriend was now on an "eat first, ask questions later" basis with anything that breathed wrong around him. It'd been okay when it was thugs, but when his boyfriend had devoured a pizza guy, it was becoming worrying. And when his boyfriend devoured two of his friends during a movie night, it was an issue. But...he couldn't deny it was sweet that his boyfriend was so worried about him. And the plush belly had ended up replacing his pillow in bed. So, in the end, the two fell asleep watching the movie together, a few more humans bubbling away into slop in his boyfriend's gut. And he couldn't be happier with it.

Living on a space station had honestly been a bit easier than the biologist expected. There were a lot of people on board, so he wasn't going crazy from loneliness. And the alien species he got to inspect kept him busy and excited. It even helped that he'd started dating one of the men on the ship--a big sweetheart who worked as a janitor and was in his lab a lot. Of course, being in his lab so much, as well as not being the brightest guy around, was probably how things turned out the way they did. He'd left out some water they'd picked up from a nearby planet and he'd been inspecting it before his lunch break. And when he got back and he saw the glass was empty, he had a sinking feeling he knew what happened. His boyfriend even admitted to it, but after a few hours of fretting, it seems like the water had been safe. At least, until that night, when he'd gone to give the janitor a coffee for his nightshift, only to find the man's helmet visor open and a pair of kicking legs sticking out of it. The biologist was left dumbfounded as he watched one of the people on the station--he thinks they had been a cook--get slurped down the hatch of another. The glimpse he got under the visor wasn't much more comforting--long, slimy tongue, sharp teeth, jaws that stretched to an impossible extent. Something was in that water. But his boyfriend assured him everything was okay as he pressed his bloated gut against the biologist. He'd just been hungry, and honestly, the guy was insulting his work anyway! He couldn't let someone talk about his boyfriend like that. The biologist is left speechless as the janitor held him close and promised to keep him nice and safe, even as his stomach rumbled noisily for an extra helping of meat. There were lots of people in the station, lots of people who might try to split them up--even blame the biologist and hurt him for this. But the janitor--or whatever had taken him over, at least--had the perfect plan to handle everything. And it was going to keep him very, very full.

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Your knights are absolutely top tier sexiness!! I love your post about the knights and the squires, especially the son one! Any knights with a special love of pulverizing their prey in their guts? Crushing them into goop with their abs. Maybe going through some sons? ❤️

Heh, yes, I've been wanting to get some more knight stuff done!

The demon lord had been so confident, so boastful. He was large and powerful, stronger than any of the lowly mortals he had easily conquered. Now he sat in the throne, an army of demons helping him acquire the world for himself. When the burly but standard sized paladin came crashing in, dressed in his shining armor, the demon lord could only laugh at the pathetic audacity of such a foolish creature. Half an hour later, and he wasn’t laughing, but roaring and yelling from the tight space of the stomach around him. Calling for his followers to save him, for his army to do their jobs. But his voice was drowned out by a powerful belch, which was accompanied by the sudden and rapid shrinking of the paladin’s gut as his powerful body was swiftly and effortlessly crushed down into nothing. His power meant nothing against the knight, who fit his stomach plat back over his gurgling guts, while his powerful body was siphoned off through the bloated intestines of his predator. He hadn’t been prepared for such utter holy power, and now he was simply adding to it. His army would follow soon if they were foolish enough to stay around after that belch.

Good and powerful knights are known to have lots of sons through whatever means were needed for it. Five was an average number for the ones that had the time for such things. This particular knight had six as they all ventured out into the forest, all of them full grown adults, ready for real life. A life that would be very, very short for them. This knight had a long journey ahead of him, one that he normally had to plan for to make sure he had all the rations needed. But he couldn’t get it in time. Normally he found a group of adventurers to come with him that he could pick off, but he didn’t have the time with how urgently this matter was presented to him. So it was up to his sons to do what was needed for the good of the kingdom. Each knight they stopped, he ate one, and he made sure it was fast. His stomach crunched them down into sludge as soon as he had slurped them up, from eldest to youngest. One a night, except the twins, because he knew they wouldn’t be able to be separated without issues. When the fire went out and they were asleep, he ate one, digested them in moments, and let the sludge keep him fueled for the following morning. Of course the boys noticed the waning numbers, but the knight assured them all it was okay, and they knew to trust him. Which is how they all disappeared down his gullet. The youngest had gone down awake, but his squirming didn’t do anything but give him more than a few moments of extra life before the muscular stomach walls crushed him down and turned him into fuel. The second youngest came out on top of the fire before he went to bed. He’d have to work on getting more sons after this job was done. He didn’t mind, though.

The knight hadn’t really been a knight. Not the kind that people expected, anyway. When he came into the adventuring guild, silent and sturdy, he was let in instantly. His shining armor and powerful stance was too convincing. No one even said anything when the first group he’d joined went missing in one adventure. It had been five including him, and four men would take too long to digest for the few hours he’d been gone. That, and the job was done, so it was decided they must have just fallen along the way. But after the second, and third, and fourth, and even fifth group to go missing, rumors spread and suspicions arose. The sixth group was a bunch of massive and burly guys--orcs and barbarians and paladins, all rippling with muscle and some even taller and bigger than the silent knight. Surely, they thought, that whatever dangerous adventures this knight went on would be exciting. And surely, everyone else thought, this would prove that he has just been unlucky. But a mage had followed them, just to see, and he witness each and every one of those massive and powerful men disappear into the helmet of the knight, his gut bloating out for a moment and then shrinking down in another, processing them all faster than anything he’d seen before. The adventuring group was gone in under ten minutes, their end marked with a slimy belch that let the mage see the unthinkable monstrosity under the helmet. And it saw him, too.