Feeding Time: The Art of Vore

AstroDomina

CovertJapan

The celestial chamber hummed with a soft, golden light, casting long shadows that danced like silent spectators. She moved with a languid, predatory grace, her silk robe whispering secrets against the floor as her gaze fell upon the tiny, trembling form. A slow, knowing smile graced her lips, her eyes holding a terrifying, beautiful hunger that made the very air grow still. His minuscule heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure, intoxicating fear that she could feel radiating from him. Her fingers, elegant and impossibly large, descended to trace the contour of his shivering body, the touch both a promise and a threat. He could smell the faint, divine scent of her skin, a dizzying perfume of power and impending oblivion. A soft, resonant sigh escaped her, a sound of deep anticipation that vibrated through his entire being. She watched, enthralled, as every minute tremor of his terror seasoned the moment, making it perfect. This was her sacred ritual, a consuming dance of absolute dominance and helpless surrender. And in the heavy, perfumed silence, the only truth that remained was that he was utterly, completely hers to devour.