7DS: For Blind Date To Lunch For Lust: Part 4 (Patreon Exclusive)

Featuring: Lust ( https://toyhou.se/14037855.lust )

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You smile and lean against the walls of Lust’s hungry belly, listening to its eager, insatiable groans.  After all these years, you’ve finally been properly enjoyed by a predator–and by a lovely demoness, no less!  Truly, it can’t get better than this. . .

. . . Or can it?  You swallow hard, and something comes to your mind, the one thing you’ve always wanted to ask a predator to do.  But could she even want to take part?  And even if she did, would you be safe if she followed through?  As you wonder this, questions dancing around your brain, anxiety takes root in your heart, and you start to feel nervous–

“Are you alright, my dear?”  Lust’s comforting voice breaks through your thoughts, calming you and making the building thoughts retreat.  “Are you enjoying the moment?  Perhaps there is something I can do to make it better, hmm?”

“Well. . .”  You decide to just go for it, and with great effort, you manage to stammer, “I-I’m really liking this, but, er. . .”  You take a deep breath.  “I was wondering if maybe, well, if you could p-please digest me?”

There is a brief moment of silence.  Then, the demoness lets out a knowing chuckle.  “Well, didn’t I tell you that I would give you the night of your dreams?” she reminds you.  “/Surely/ you didn’t think I would give you an incomplete version of your deepest longings. . .”

“S-So you’re going to digest me?” you ask her, your heart soaring with hope.

“Absolutely,” the Sin Avatar replies, filling you with delight.  You only get more excited as she continues speaking, hearing her purr, “I’m going to feel you melt in the heat of my belly, taunt you as my delightfully-cooked meal gets added to my form. . . Sounds like quite a delectable night for both of us.  And you’d like that very much, wouldn’t you, my dear?”

“I would,” you admit–just hearing those words made your heart skip a beat.  Then you quickly add, “B-But would it well, er. . .?”

“Kill you?” Lust asks, finishing your sentence.  “Of course not.  You’ll regenerate tomorrow morning, safe and sound, I promise.”  She chuckles.  “I wouldn’t dream of making such a /good/ little morsel to go to waste, after all~!”

Hearing her say that, you can’t hold it in anymore, and let out a soft, longing whimper, which makes the demoness smile.  “That’s it,” she soothes you.  “Just relax inside of me.  I’m going to taunt you like you deserve–and give you an evening you won’t soon forget.”

You lean against her belly walls, listening to her stomach.  The blue-gray organ glows softly around you, and a moment later, it squeezes gently around your body–now, digestion is about to truly begin.

“Ah, such a marvelous little meal you were,” Lust taunts you with a smirk.  Her stomach gurgles as she speaks; stomach acids trickle down the walls and cover your body.  “The perfect little snack to pick, prepare, and partake in–an excellently large helping for my dinner tonight.”  She giggles.  “Ah, but all good things must come to an end . . . and that includes my food, no matter /how/ tasty of a treat it might have been.

“You’re going to get smothered by the power of my gut, broken down until you’re nothing but mush, then chyme, then body fat. . . Mmmm, I can’t wait to see what you add to my body.  I only wish you could stick around to find out. Tee hee!”

Holy FUCK.  Every single word gave an extra layer of arousal, turning you on more and more with every passing second–and the churning gut, with its greedy growls and dripping digestive juices, only added to that sensation.  You moan happily, smiling as the stomach squeezes around you, and more liquids come down from its walls.  Your body is feeling a little bit melty, like it’s slowly turning from solid to liquid–it’s a new sensation, and one you very much like. . .

. . . That’s when you get an idea.  You take a moment to gather your courage, then ask shyly, “Um, I really like it when you taunt me, demean my place as your food.  B-But I sometimes like when I can be part of the dialogue–beg for mercy and get denied, maybe struggle a little bit, stuff like that–as if the digestion is fatal. Can we, maybe. . .?”

“Of course,” Lust replies.  “I know all about that, my dear, though I know you only do so in rare circumstances with the right predator.”  She smiles.  “If something happens and you want to pause or stop, use the ‘aquamarine’ safeword, of course.  But I’d be honored to hear my prey’s pleas for mercy.

“So go on, /meat/–beg.”

You blush with happiness.  As the demoness’s belly burbles and bellows, you cry out, “Don’t digest me!  I know I said I wanted to be food, b-but not like this!”

“‘Not like this’?” the Sin Avatar echoes.  She laughs.  “Oh /please/.  You submitted to me as my meat–and do you see me asking a /dinner/ if it truly wants to be broken down?  Once you chose to become a meal for me, you lost any choice in the matter–you stopped your life as an autonomous being, and turned into a submissive slab, cooked to perfection for the journey down my throat.”

As she finishes, Lust runs a hand across her belly, feeling you inside.  “You don’t get to whine now, my scrumptious snack, and I’m /definitely/ not letting you out!  So do enjoy yourself in my stomach, because your last moments are at hand. . .”

“No, please!” you roleplay, squirming as more liquids get dumped onto your form.  They’re pooling at the bottom of the gut, and the melty feeling is stronger across your body, making you feel very tingly. . .

The Sin Avatar chuckles.  “Goodness, /somebody’s/ having second thoughts!” she mocks you with a sigh.  “Well, no matter–after all, I already enjoyed you plenty, topped you with sauces and cooked you to roasted perfection!  Not to mention, you had no problem with any of /those/ things, but when you see that your life as food has consequences, /now/ you want to reverse course?”  She tsk-tsks, slapping her huge gut as it releases yet more acids upon you.  “Too bad, my sweet piece of prey.  If you want to be food, you have to face the realities of that decision–including being broken down like any other meal~!  So why don’t you hush, and let my belly serenade you to eternal slumber?”

You want to continue protesting in roleplay, but the digestive process is really starting to tire you out–when you open your mouth to speak again, you can barely get any words out.  So you relax in her stomach, feeling such amazing sensations of arousal like you have never experienced before, letting the gut groan and the juices drip around you.

Lust seems to sense this, and she continues speaking, only adding to how amazing the situation already is.  “That’s right, food–stop fighting.  Just submit to my stomach: soon, you’ll be utterly broken down by the power of my gut anyway.  So let yourself go, so you can completely be mine.”

You do just that, letting the melty tingling overwhelm you as you close your eyes.  Before you know it, you’ve passed out.  A moment later, the demoness’ belly gurgles loudly, and digestion truly begins. . .

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You open your eyes and sit up in your bed, blinking.  You're feeling a little out of it, kind of confused, but also . . . quite refreshed.  Huh.  That feels nice.

“Ah, you’re finally awake.  Good to see you finally up, my dear.”

You turn as Lust comes next to you; a moment later, her body is gently cradling yours.  As you let her arms hold you tight, the previous events all return to your mind–being lured onto the date, then prepared for consumption, devoured like a scrumptious morsel, and finally digested like the piece of food you’d always dreamed of being.  Just thinking about your time in the demoness’s stomach is enough to make you joyfully embarrassed. . .

You turn to the Sin Avatar, who gives you a knowing smile.  “Looks like it’s coming back to you,” she purrs.  “Did you have fun last night?”

You nod, still a bit embarrassed, but mostly just . . . happy.  Happier than you’ve been in a long time.  “Yeah.  I really did.  Thank you.”

“Of course,” Lust replies.  She runs her tongue across her lips.  “I very much enjoyed having you for dinner. . . You made quite a fulfilling feast.”

You blush.

“And,” the demoness continues, “I’d love to see you again, give you more nights to remember like this.  Perhaps in the future we can even explore each other in more intimate ways. . .”

You turn to her in surprise.  You had believed that after this event, surely that would be it–a single, wondrous time that would not be repeated.  But now she was offering you a chance to continue?  To keep going, to have more times like that, over and over again?  That was truly a dream come true. . .!

“What do you think of that?” Lust asks.  “Interested?”

You don’t hesitate.  “Absolutely.  I had such a good time with you. . . I’d love to see you again in the future.”

The Sin Avatar smiles.  “Fantastic, my dear.

“I’ll give you my number so we can keep in contact.  I promise that we'll see each other again–and very soon.”

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Thus, your life takes a small but noticeable change.  Lust and you stay in touch, texting back and forth very often.  It doesn’t take long for your messages to get kinky of course, but you also find the demoness to be a caring and thoughtful lover, checking on your well-being often during your conversations.

And every few weeks, she asks if you can meet up in person.  The two of you work out the details, and then have a fantastic time, where she prepares you for consumption before partaking of your delicious form, then digesting you in her gut.  Most of the time you ask her to taunt you as you’re broken down, but every now and then, you need a different approach–usually something more positive, like comfort of praise–and the demoness is happy to deliver.

It starts out as just some casual vore, with plenty of kinky fun and sometimes sex thrown in–and of course, when it comes to the latter, the Avatar Of Lust /especially/ knows how to deliver.  But over time it grows into something deeper, as the two of you get to know each other more intimately–not just physically, but emotionally as well.  A year later, you’ve become a very important person to Lust (her “special snack”, she calls you) and she is now a treasured person in your life, too.

And today, you’re meeting with her again.  Smiling, you walk into the hotel, and feel your phone buzz.  Taking it out of your pocket, you read:

Lust: Room 313, darling.  See you very soon. ;)

You smile and put your phone away. Lust has become not just a special predator to you, but a special person too.  And that is a wonderful thing.

You certainly have a great night ahead of you–and so many more to come.