"Civilized" people called her a murderer. The wanted posters, town criers and the semi-scandalized townsfolk who gossipped about her called her the Red Whore.
 
Both titles amused her. The former because it was inaccurate; the latter because it was very accurate indeed. She was no murderer, at least not in her own mind. A murderer, she felt, would be one who took another's life against their will.
 
The Red Whore took lives, certainly... because her "victims" ask

"I'm in!"
 
 
"Wait until you hear what the job is, first."
 
 
"I saw the reward. A thousand platinum? That's all I NEED to hear: I'm in!"
 
 
Belgia rolled her eyes. She was very fond of her comrad Mithinie, but the leather-clad elfish rogue had a deeply un-elf-like impulsive streak.
 
 
They were drinking in the Tarred Bard, a tavern of the sort that kept a job board for itinerant adventures... which their party of

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'...You ate her!'
 
 
Orxana sighs happily to herself and belches softly. 'Yes, Angel. I said I would.'
 
 
The trick to being a good predator, she's found, is pretty simple: surprise the eager ones, and torture the reluctant ones. Orxana has never eaten unwilling prey, but she does so love to drag it out with the... unenthusiastic ones. Make them really feel it.
 
 
As for the totally willing and enthusiastic ones, the trick is to catch them off-guard, in a

Act 1: Mistress
 
Aftercare was the most important part of their love play. Tilly had no idea how long they'd been playing, except that the sun had still been up when they started, and now it was completely dark outside. The whole evening had all kind of blurred together into a dream sequence of pain, pleasure, submission and breast milk. Her breasts felt tender and sore from where her mistress had bound them tight and milked them dry, her jaw ached from Goddess-only-knew how long with a b

Stephanie didn't know which way to look. All around here was pleasure and the sights, sounds and smells of sex... and vore. It all blended together into a slideshow of memorable moments.
 
Flash - a voluptuous ebony predator groaning with pleasure as a muscular stud railed her from behind even while there was still a kicking pair of feet hanging out of her mouth.
 
Flash - A gorgeous smirking redhead sunk to her voluptuous breasts down a rail-thin little mousey girl's throat, while a

It's the details that can make or break a sensitive business negotiation. A good executive assistant thinks of everything, and I pride myself on being an EXCELLENT executive assistant. I think of everything. From making sure there are no scheduling conflicts, to ensuring that the boardroom is properly stocked with everything the negotiators might want and need. Stationary, water to drink, soap and paper in the bathroom...
 
And of course, the snacks. These negotiations go on a long time, i

I was lying awake and couldn't sleep. I had been for hours. I was far too horny to fall asleep, and NOTHING I did could shift it. My arm was tired, my pussy was raw and red and numb, but I hadn't been able to cum and my head was still full of...
 
...Of looking down past my breasts and my legs to see a pair of full supple lips and an inviting pink tunnel of flesh beyond, framed by teeth. Warm, wet, slick all around me. First suction and then muscular pressure, drawing me in, squeezing me f

'That was a heck of a plot twist. I wonder how they did it?'
 
I looked over at my boyfriend David sitting next to me. 'Did what?'
 
He pointed at the TV. We were watching the second season of the hit drama 'Black Castle' and a Solastan crime lord, Harn, had just disposed of one of the main characters by having his men kidnap her and strip her, and then he'd swallowed her whole.
 
'He ate her!'
 
'Yeah. And?'
 
'I was just wondering how they did that. CGI that seam