Soft Vore Novels & Stories

“Come here. Stand beside the table where I can see you properly.” I shuffled over, pants restricting my movement, cock bouncing with every step. Precum splattered onto the floor in tiny wet sounds. Mrs. Voss ate slowly, deliberately, her fork scraping against the plate. Between bites she would reach out and give my cock a single lazy stroke—up, then down—or flick the head lightly with her fingernail. Each touch sent sparks through my nerves. I was leaking so much now that a small puddle had formed on the tile near my feet.

Violet’s mother ordered and the maids that were in the room all walked out of the room. Once they were all out, her mom drew nearer, holding her tight while she clenched her fists. “I will miss you, my child.” Her mom said with a voice that cracked and soon, she was in tears. Crying terribly, she held onto Violet so tight, but Violet didn’t hold her mom back. Her mom still cried, hoping Violet could hold her back in the hug. “Are you done?” Violet’s cruel and inhuman but sweet soft voice sounded, stopping her mom abruptly and the woman withdrew, taking a step back.

I was partially grateful but as I experienced something new, I had only wished, as I always did, that he was here watching me do so. The anticipated drunkenness crept up on all of us way faster than the champagne at the museum did and with that, came non-stop babble about aimless topics like favorite types of bread which somehow led to our honest opinions on sex toys. Nancy went on a tangent about which kind she preferred, letting us and the table next to us know that rabbit vibrators are transcendent, promoting a true self-awakening. Nicolas prefers sourdough. Sometimes Focaccia. Ending the night on dessert, the chef

Violet chuckled, "That's what you always say." "No, I'm serious, you are amazing." "Was that the way you are saying that I'm a good kisser?" She teased Hugo. "Well, yeah!" He laughed. They went from ignoring each other to making out, to teasing each other. They were in the middle of teasing and joking when Agent Eric comes in. He went surprised at first but decided to continue walking inside towards the table and taking out all of the foods that he bought for them. "The doctor said you can only have soft foods, so here's porridge, and strawberry cheesecake for you." Eric pushed the overbed table to Violet.

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

The crunchy sound of prawns being chewed made Violeth even more hungry. "I'll try it, it won't be good." Violeth took one, ate it slowly and opened her eyes wide. "Delicious…” Violeth swallowed quickly. A plate of crispy shrimp was picked up and eaten regardless of Carver Carver leaned back in the chair. His gaze was fixed on Violeth's sensitive body parts that were protruding forward, if the woman's clothes were opened then a pair of very chewy chunks of meat would come out of the nest.

He smiled seeing her satisfied face. " Uff!! I am hungry now," Orni said like a little kid feeling the grumbling sound inside her stomach. VR asked rubbing her lips with his thumb," Wanna eat a sausage, babe?" " Sausage? But, I am a vegetarian. I don't have any sausage in my house," Orni responded innocently and VR burst into laughter. Rubbing her palm over his hard shaft he whispered chuckling," Trust me, babe. You will love this sausage." Orni's gagging and choking sound along with VR's growling are now echoing inside the whole room. Orni was kneeling in front of VR where he was thrusting inside her mouth aggressively. Her warm mouth was giving him heavenly feelings.

Vio and Brian looked at each other. "Um... I might just go home. I'm so full already," Vio lied. Even after the heated battle with Brian earlier, her energy was drained a lot, and she hadn't had time to replenish it. "Eh! We'll go together later. Why are you in such a hurry?" Azzura was taking out some stereofoam from a paper bag. There were now three stereofoams lined up on the table. "Yes, Vio. You can eat with us. Zura also bought three of these. It's a waste." Brian glared at Vio, as if signalling his second wife to join him in eating. However, he didn't want Vio to get sick later.

She spoke respectfully, inviting Violet to taste the delicious food. "I'm not hungry," Violet scoffed icily, refusing. Carl's gaze dimmed when he heard her. He ordered the maid to leave and quickly approached Violet. He took the fork and fed a piece of cherry tomato to Violet. The bright red cherry tomatoes were cooked with a special technique. They gave off a light sour smell. Violet's eyes lit up, and she looked toward the tray Carl was holding. There were broccoli, cherry tomatoes, walnuts, and something smooth and soft like tofu.

She looked at me closely, then smiled so broadly. "Yes! He was right! It doesn't matter if you're fat, I'll still be your friend even if you're fat, so eat a lot!” Violet exclaimed cheerfully. What the hell is she? "By the way, you still haven't told Kenan that you're not pregnant? Vano said, Kenan is busy learning how to make rujak sambal, just in case you have cravings and want to eat rujak!” Violet exclaimed, chewing the bread in her mouth.