7DS: For Blind Date To Lunch For Lust: Part 1

IT BEGINS, MOTHERFUCKERS!  Vote for Part 2 here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/62131575

This serves as my first story for some new OCs, the 7 Devourly Sins (7DS).  This one features the Avatar Of Lust.  I was planning to introduce these fellas via Tuesday's public story, but, well . . . I wasn't able to.  More info at these links if you missed it: https://www.patreon.com/posts/61869863 ; https://www.patreon.com/posts/62042189 .  The tl;dr is I'm in bad shape and will not be posting as regularly for a while.

But back to this story: I will be making a intro post for the 7DS with more info about the story & characters.  Update: here's the link!  I forgot to share it earlier, sorry! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45813185/

Now onto other business. . .

It looks like The Ultimate Eater's Sauna: A Valentine's Vacation has won February's game poll, and by a landslide too!  Coolness!  That's gonna be a fun one. :3c

And speaking of voting for stuff, the 2021 Wrapup Polls have now all ended; I will be updating the masterpostdiscussing its results when I feel well enough to do that.  The 2022 Suggestion Box is still open until the end of this month: https://www.patreon.com/posts/60781996

Also as I said in my 1st medical update, there will be no public stories next week, though there will be a Patreon Exclusive as usual.  I will also try to do some small coms and make progress in other areas.

Fuck, life has been a lot.  I might do drawing to try and relax (I am NOT a good artist by any stretch, but I damn well try lol).  I've been wanting to make an Airplane Dragon for a while now via some F2U lineart I found--would any of y'all want to see it when it's done?

Alrighty.  Stay safe out there, and take care of yourself. <3

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You’ve been jealous for a long time, and even though you don’t want to admit it, your envy has been festering deep within you.  Your friends seem to find relationships and lovers so easily, so why can’t you do the same?  This is what was on your mind when your friend Ian texted you–saying that he had set you up on a blind date!

You hadn’t heard from your friend Ian in a long time, so this came as a bit of a  surprise.  Part of you was weirded out, maybe even a bit suspicious–but Ian knew about your trouble with love.  Plus, you were feeling more lonely than ever, and a shot at a relationship sounded like just what you needed.  And so, you marked your calendar for the date.

The day came quickly, and once you’ve gotten into a suitable outfit, you go to your car and put the location in your GPS.  After an hour-long drive, you are at your destination: Roselius’s Realm, a small café that you’ve never heard of before, but seems to be an underground cult hit from the few reviews you could find online.

You park in the front and walk inside, a little bell on the door jingling as you enter.  Looking around the place, you see that the café is a cozy little area, colored with a calming pastel pink, with various tables scattered about and couches against some of the walls.

Ian had only told you that you’d “know your date when you saw her”, and hadn’t replied when you asked what the /hell/ that meant.  With an agitated sigh, you glance around the room–there aren’t that many people here, it seems–and then, you see /her/.

A humanoid figure sits at one of the corner tables, casually sipping a latte.  Her beautiful red hair is styled and combed back, and her beard is decorated into a lovely braid.  Two long rose-colored earrings hang from her face, and her skin almost seems to sparkle under the light, as if she is covered in scales.

You instantly know this is your blind date.  And so, you take a deep breath, and approach the table.

The woman looks up as you draw near, and she smiles.  “Ah, I’ve been waiting for you,” she purrs.  “I’m Guenevere, your blind date.  Do sit down, dearie.”

“Uh, thanks,” you say, and go across from her.

“I got you your favorite,” she says, gesturing at a cup in the center of the table–you didn’t even see it until now.  “Enjoy.”

“Alright.”  You take the drink and have a sip–it is indeed your favorite coffee, and the delicious flavor makes you feel relaxed.  It’s been a while since you’ve had a date like this, so having something familiar does help ease your mind.  “Did you order food already, or. . .?”

“Oh, I wanted to wait until you got here,” Guenevere replies, smiling.  “I have a very special meal planned for us.”

“Really?” you ask, stifling a yawn.  Suddenly you’re starting to feel quite tired. . . weird.  Did you get enough sleep last night?

“Yes,” the redhead purrs.  She leans forward with a smile.  “For you see, I know all about you, dearest one.”

“I guess Ian told you some stuff?” you reply, chuckling.

“Not quite,” she tells you.  “Actually, I have been watching you for quite a long time.  Seeing the bitterness in your soul fester and grow as your jealousy burns bright. . . I knew I just /had/ to seek you out.”

“For what?” you ask.  You feel your eyes drooping, and you struggle to stay focused. . .

Guenevere chuckles.  “Getting tired, are we?  Good.  Because you look like the /perfect/ dinner date course–and I’m just about ready to eat.”

Exhaustion suddenly overwhelms you, and you feel your body facing.  The last thing you hear is the redhead saying, “Sleep well.  See you soon. . .”

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You open your eyes, confused for a moment.  What happened last night?  And, wait–where are you?

“Oh good, you’re up.  Excellent.”

Guenevere comes over to you with a smile.  You’re currently laying on some kind of table, and she’s got you completely naked!  Panicked thoughts enter your brain.  What is she planning to do with you?!

“Relax,” the redhead coos.  She reaches over and gently cups your cheek.  “I’m not going to hurt you, my dear–far from it.  I want to give you the night of your dreams, give you the thing you’ve yearned for most:

“To be someone’s meal.”

You freeze.  “H-How do you know about that?!” you stammer, your face turning bright red.

“Like I said, I know all about you,” Guenevere replies with a giggle.  “I am the Avatar Of Lust, Lady Of Desire–and I have seen into your heart.

“I know how much you want to be savored like a snack.  To slide down into a warm, comfortable stomach.  To be /food/, an object of another’s hungry affections.

“And I know how badly that’s been going for you,” she continues, her voice sad and gentle.  “How many times you’ve been ready to be a meal for another, only to be treated badly, or rejected, or forgotten.  How many predators have disappointed you in the past, making your longing deeper and your jealousy grow.

“Isn’t that right, my dear?”

You nod.  “Yeah,” you admit, sighing.  “That’s . . . pretty accurate.”

Lust smiles sadly for a moment.  Then, her face brightens.  “Well, that’s why I’m here,” she informs you.  “I want to give you the night of a lifetime, one you won’t soon forget.  One that ends with you in my stomach.

“Do you want that too?”

“Y-Yes,” you say quietly.  Part of you is too embarrassed to admit it.

“Oh?”  The redhead makes a show of licking her lips.  “If that is what you desire, I want to hear you say it loud and clear.”

“YES!” you exclaim.  You immediately feel self-conscious, and you turn away, cheeks burning.  “Please, I . . . I want to be your m-meal.”

“Excellent,” Lust replies.  “I’m glad to hear that, my dear.”

She grins.  “Let’s prepare you for consumption, shall we?”