Dark fantasy (F)NSFW

A quick stream-of-consciousness brain dump first person fantasy of getting choked, used for sexual gratification and eaten. Female pred version.

Author's note: I'm on Pause for planning and writing for a few days. The last three weeks have been grueling writing-wise; I've been planning for and writing a two-part mystery session, a boss fight, and the emotional and intense peril and subsequent rescue of a pair of beloved anti-villains for my Fabula Ultima game. I just need to take some time off to refuel my creative energies and my physical energies, and also get settled from the move I did a month ago now to take some of the stress off me.

But last night I was in a very ravish-and-devour-me-as-Izhu mood and I desperately needed to get it out of me. So I decided to just stream of consciousness wall of unpolished text the horny out of me.

This brain dump exercise from last night has been minimally formatted to fit your screen. This is what I originally wrote, but this story has also been search-and-replaced to get a male pred version in the form of Dark fantasy (M). But I couldn't decide whether I wanted female pred or male pred so I wrote it so it could be interpreted either way.

My bones ring as I'm slammed up against the wall. The ground is so far away. My legs kick uselessly over the open space. Her hand around my throat is all that's holding me up even as it takes my breath away.

She's not remorseful or afraid. Just horny. I can see her length practically bursting out of her pants. Will that fit inside me? I'm honestly not sure.

My vision is swimming and my strength is waning, I need air. She says I can have it if I'm a good girl. I know that's going in me if I say yes. But my lungs won't let me say no. My head nods, weak.

Then she's unzipping her pants, taking out her cock with her free hand. She asks which hole - as if I'm going to get a choice. I know it's rhetorical. She lowers me down, pins me on her desk instead. Keeps my legs clear of her dick until she shoves it into me. It stretches me out. It's not terribly painful, but the pleasure is stretched as thin as my lower lips. I don't even care, I'm just gasping in breaths, happy to be able to breathe again.

I notice my hips are pumping along with hers all on their own. Traitorous body. I'm actually getting turned on. I try to remind myself - this woman doesn't care about me, I know she's going to eat me the second she's dumped her load in me. But no matter how I think about it my body is still getting excited by the way she roughly holds me down and pounds that enormous shaft deep into me.

Her stomach growls threateningly and my body pulses with excitement. She calls me a little preyslut. I want to deny it, but how can I? My body has already shown its cards. I feel the hot and sticky feeling inside me as she cums - see her creepy little o-face. It means one torment is over, but the next is beginning, and this one won't end until I do.

I try to appeal to her better judgment. Post-nut clarity, right?

She doesn't give me an ilm. Even as she's panting and catching her breath, she tells me to forget about going free. It's like talking to a wall - a wall of muscle that just used me like a pocket pussy. She's licking her lips. I feel fear rising up my throat like bile. I want to kick and struggle and beg, but my body is too depleted for useless movement, and I know that's all it is - useless. She won't be shamed or cowed into letting me go. She's hungry, and I'm going to feed her.

The thought gives me a chill. Her cum is still dripping down my thigh when she lifts me up, dangles me by my arm. She lowers me in feet first - again, I could kick her face, but for what? Just to piss her off?

I plead with her one last time as my feet slide in between her lips. She swallows - that answers that. I'm fucked, literally and figuratively.

As more and more of me passes into her tight throat, as the heat of her body replaces the cool air of the outside, I quietly beg the gods to intervene. To strike her down. But they won't - I know they won't.

My ears and eyes are enveloped in the sensory deprivation chamber of her body. Then I'm curled up in her gut, knees up against my chest. I want to cry, but that won't do any good either. I try to close my eyes and just rest. Maybe there will be an opportunity later. Or maybe I'll just melt away.

This girl doesn't even know my name. I don't think she cares. She keeps poking at me, keeping me from getting comfortable. Groping my ass. Mockingly telling me what parts of her I'm going to become part of. I try to shut it all out. If I'm to be food, let me be a good meal.

The tingling around my butt tells me that I'm already sitting in a puddle of strong acid and things are probably not going to get better from here. Her walls hug me on every side. If I close my eyes like this and let my mind drift, maybe I can pretend that this is all a bad dream.

But I know that I'm not waking up from this.