Style of vore for the Fae beans:
Only soft and safe. Always asks first. One rule; no iron or gold on the prey's person. Both while in the mortal realm and faerie lands. Doesn't have a preferred size, but he tries not to push his limit either after one incident with a swarm of hyperactive intoxicated pixies.
He never actually has things go through the mouth of his head- preferring to just let whomever he's going to be keeping safe stick their hands into the smoke of his neck. Less mess, much faster, and easier for the prey to go at their own pace.
Will sit back and just run his hands over his stomach, pressing in from time to time like it's a massage of sorts. Lets the prey stay as long as they like, providing them food [not any that he cooked] and water if they'd like to make it a somewhat extended stay.
Prefers willing prey to at least ask first, but he's had a few just climb in rather abruptly. He doesn't need to swallow or to breathe, so prey slides in easily no matter what he does. If that happens, he'll typically finish what he's doing before actually sitting back to question his surprise prey. 9/10 times he'll just let them stay.
Mainly soft and fatal. The bigger the better for prey, or just a lot. He's snuck into waterfront houses in the dead of night just to eat every resident before slipping back to the water with a thrashing stomach. After all, the weight is much less restrictive there. He's not big on stuffing simply because it lacks the same internal movement- aaaand he's slightly sadistic. Has yet to reach a limit, but finds 4 to be his current comfort level in both forms.
[Slight gore mention in this paragraph] He used to only do hard vore- sticking to the typical 'drag underwater and feast' Kelpie mentality. This stopped after he went up against a Hunter. He only managed to bite off the woman's finger in the scuffle, and she used some magic to turn his movements sluggish as a result- he doesn't remember the spell but he remembers it was a result of the blood. She then managed to mount him and wrap a bridle around his snout before he could drown her. By rule, he was required to obey her. And he did, for several long years before someone Wilhelm broke the bridle and Artemis devoured her.
Uses his horse form and humanoid form in equal measure for vore. Human for his assassination jobs mostly (unless his target happens to life on a farm with horses. Or near a river). Tends to use the prey's bed to sleep them off if he's too far from water. Or he'll fill a tub and lay in that for a long nap. Horse form for just 'casual' snacking. And yes, he has eaten other horses in horse form. He loves feeling so much weight just swaying under him in that form, so sometimes he'll stay mostly above the water while he digests.
Do not get on his back. Do not give him your name. Do not thank him unless you're a guest in his house. He has used those as excuses to eat someone in the past, and he'll happily do so again. Very dangerous. If you somehow manage to befriend him? He will gladly kill for you.
